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jksofficialwifey · 4 years ago

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Royal Spies and Everything Nice

Summary: It's hard being a princess who's also an undercover spy, but with the help of your rival and sort of boyfrienemy Prince Jeon, maybe you'll make it through alive.

Tags & warnings: fluff, angst, some violence, just beware- jk. Rivals2luvers, some shrek characters make an appearance cos i smoke cracK das wut i smoke. Smut in the end, a lil cussing etc.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Commissioned for @nochusyn 💋 tysm for being so patient ilyyy and im so happy i didn't d13 so i could finish this! Shsh xx (if y'all wanna commission me just message me here on tumblr!)

Wc: 10k+++

A/N: I almost di3d writing this so pls read it n check it out char- begging? Lol jk. But fr, I was so sick with 39.5 fevers and I didn't even know when i would finish it but I'm so happy I finally did today! This is also like a late jk bday present. Ily all and JK always! 💜

Once upon a time in the futuristic land of Royalea, a secret spy academy was made for royals to train and become professional spies. After years of suffering from invaders and having their kin kidnapped and slain by the same invader rebels, the royals wanted to put a stop to it all, they wanted to protect their children, their future heirs.

They had learned from their past mistakes and devised a plan to become stronger. They strictly trained their children at a young age to help in preparing them to face all kinds of enemies. So that when the time comes, they will be able to protect themselves. They won't be the ones cowering in fear, feeling helpless and begging for mercy at the hands of their enemies.

They will be the ones invading other lands and eradicating anyone who threatens to come in their way. That is how they innovated their land. With their newfound courage and mindset. Within just a few years of establishing the academy, they had the latest gadgets and technology the neighboring countries would envy. Their princes and princesses trained brilliant in combat. To them, it didn't make their heirs any less poised and graceful just because they knew how to fight. Those times are done, and they knew what was most important having witnessed the chaotic events that happened before.

Although most of them thought that- not everyone did. A few royals still wanted to live the traditional way, they preferred to raise their royal children by the book and with grace, as they say. They reasoned that their heirs' responsibilities were to lead a land, not play as guards. They were curious about the superb technology their land had now, but they limited their use of it. Your parents were one of those traditional royals.

The queen was about to enjoy the morning's prepared feast, when she caught you in the corner of her eye wearing a cloak heading for the door. You were probably planning to sneak out before breakfast again. "Y/N, come back here dear. You were trying to sneak out again right? Where have you been running off to these days? I hope it's not where I think it is, because I've told you not to go there-" The queen had ranted but you cut her off. "It's not where you think it is okay? But even if it was, why won't you let me go anyway? How will I be safe If I don't know how to defend myself?"

"You know why we forbid you to go to that place. You're safer here. You don't need to become a brute to be safe. That's why there are guards to protect you, you have your own knight Hoseok to protect you-" The queen rambled and explained only to be interrupted by you again. "Well I don't want to just rely on the guards and my knight, your majesty. I wanna be able to protect myself whenever and wherever. You say I'm safer here, but you can't always assure that. I don't know why you won't just let me be a-" It was the queen's turn to interrupt you, "And I don't know why you keep on insisting to disrespect and disobey me. Don't finish that sentence or you'll regret it princess. Actually, If you won't listen to me then maybe you'd be better off inside your room the whole day. Guards, please escort Princess Y/N to her room and make sure she doesn't leave the palace."

"This is so unfair! Why are you doing this to me?" You exclaimed. "You know why, my child. It's because I only want to keep you safe. I'm doing this for you so don't dare to disobey me again, or you might have to stay in your tower for a year again." The queen warned. You didn't bother to retort anymore, it was futile.

You were bored, your breakfast was sent to your room but you didn't have the appetite to eat. You were supposed to be assigned to a new mission today, it just sucks that your mother had seen you on the way out. All of it sucked. This castle you're in, your mother, (though you loved her deeply, she can sometimes be so difficult and strict.) everyone on this planet, Prince Jeon, wait… Jeon Jungkook. That's it! Maybe if his panties aren't in a twist today- maybe he can help you get out. It won't hurt to try though, so that's what you decided to do. You took your phone and messaged him.

To Agent 🐰: 9:18 am

Hey bunny I need your help.

To Agent 🦊 princess: 9:19 am

And why should I help you? 🤔

To Agent 🐰: 9:20 am

Because I'm stuck here and I can't fight you if I can't get out. So come here and get me 😜

To Agent 🦊 princess: 9:21 am

Touché. But what's the magic word princess? 😉 you need to say it.

To Agent 🐰: 9:22 am

Ughh. Fr? Fine. Pls help me my furry prince and hurryyyy.

To Agent 🦊 princess: 9:23 am

I'm otw my princess. And for the Nth time I told you I'm not a furry!

Jungkook arrived to the palace after a while, the queen was always delighted to see his presence. "Prince Jungkook, It's a pleasure to see you. If you don't mind me asking, what brings you here today?" the queen inquired. "It's a pleasure to see you too your majesty. I actually came here to see Princess Y/N, is she busy?" Jungkook said albeit knowing you were stuck in your room.

"Oh not really. Let me ask the maids to get her for you."

"Um, if you don't mind your majesty, I can just go into her room myself. If that's okay?" Jungkook asked. "Of course that's okay dear. You know where her room is right?" Jungkook nodded.

Jungkook was taking a little too long, you thought. If only you had another choice, you wouldn't conspire with that annoying prince. After a few seconds, you heard someone knocking on your door. Could it be him? "Jungkook is that you?" you inquired. "No, I'm not Jungkook miss. I'm just your friendly neighborhood spiderman." you opened the door and there stood the handsome ebony haired prince. "Spiderman your ass, what took you so long? I've been waiting here for ages!" You whined. "Sorry princess, I did try to hurry a little for you. Anyway, what's the plan?" The prince said as he sat and made himself comfortable in your bed.

"Hmm. I was thinking maybe you could convince my mother to let me go out with you today," You looked at him directly, trying to convey what your plan is with your eyes. "Even though I'm supposed to be grounded. Maybe you could tell her that we're gonna practice archery, or we're gonna conquer other lands, whatever just do your thing. As gross as it is and I don't know why but, she's quite fond of you so- help me get out of here." Jungkook stares at you and notices how your long brown wavy hair falls over your face. He always thought your hairstyle matched perfectly to your face. You were actually kind of perfect to him. But he'll never tell you that of course, even if you or someone threatened to kill him.

"And what do I get by helping you princess?" He smirked. He loved teasing you and making you irritated, he thought it was kind of cute how your face would turn red from anger after he irritated the shit out of you and when you get flustered. Everytime he teased you he couldn't help but think you were sort of cute. "You can get the satisfaction of me letting you get more points on the top spies leaderboard." You replied smartly.

"As if you'd let me do that without chewing my ear off. Please give me something that's actually factual."

"Fine. Hmm, how about me promising not to insult you for a week even if you annoy the hell out of me?" You suggested smiling a little manipulatively at him. "Eh, that's lame. How about you do me a dare and maybe I'll agree to your planposal." He retorted and smirked arrogantly. You hated when he smiled like that, he's always so cocky and just because he looked handsome as hell- not that you'll admit it out loud ever, doesn't mean you'll fall for his insufferable cute ass. Wait did you just say handsome and cute? Ew. You meant evil. Yes that's what you meant… Anyway.

"Please don't say planposal ever again," You rolled your eyes at him. "Regardless, it depends on what the dare is. If you want me to run around naked and flash the whole kingdom then that's not gonna happen baby." You told him strictly.

"Don't worry princess, as satisfying that concept is for me, I don't wanna be the cause of blindness and curse the whole land." What the heck did he mean? Did he just insult me? "Whatever, Jeon. Just tell me what you want." You demanded.

"I want you." What? Did his last tiny brain cell die and now he's talking nonsense?

"What?" you replied flustered by his weird statement.

"I want you to do this mission for me. That's my dare. Why are you flustered though? Did you think about something else?" He taunted and smirked again, It's like he never stops being cocky when he's around you.

"Of course not. I'm not delusional like you. And what mission is it that you can't seem to do it yourself? Is Prince Jeon a little scared?"

"I'm not scared. It's just no fun to do it myself when I can have my princess to do it for me. That's my condition though if you want me to help you get out of here. I'll help you escape, and you'll help me when you're out. Is it a deal?"

"Hmm, tell me what mission is it and maybe I'll agree." You proposed. "You'll know when you do it, so I'm not telling you right now. Also, I want you to do another little thing for me." He grinned evilly. You have a feeling you're gonna hate him even more for what he's about to make you do. Nevertheless you agreed, if that meant he'd help you get away from your mother today. [INSERT PIC]

You were finally able to get out of the palace thanks to Jeon Jungkook's annoying face. You don't know how he charmed your mother, but at least she bought the act that the two of you were practicing your archery skills. You got what you wanted, but at the cost of your ego. You couldn't believe you actually praised Jeon Jungkook in public and embarrassed yourself on social media. Anyhow, the two of you were now on the way to the academy riding your respective monocycles. (the ones the guys in Men in Black used to ride, if you've seen the movie.)

It didn't take long for you to arrive, and before the other royal spies could see that you two came together, you already told Jungkook to maintain some distance beforehand, and act as if you didn't just hangout awhile ago.

You parked your monocycle and just as you were about to go inside the academy, you noticed how Jeon Jungkook gathered the attention of some girls and even boys too. Maybe it was the way his hair still looked perfect and fluffy in the wind, or the way he walked so gracefully just how a prince should. Either way, you couldn't deny how popular he was. He was every prince/princess' dream guy. No one could resist him, and maybe you couldn't too, maybe that's why you loathe him a lot.

In Prince Jungkook's defense, it wasn't his fault he was born so damn beautiful. He didn't pretend that he didn't notice the stares and the attention people gave him. But he also wasn't so cocky about it. He was still quite humble if he might say, and he was a shy guy too. He didn't actually care about everyone's attention, well maybe except one. It was still confusing to him how you always thought he was cocky because he was popular, as if you weren't cocky and popular too? He wondered if you noticed the other princes gawking at you when you walk by, or the insecure princesses rolling their eyes because they can't be you. You weren't even just a princess, you were one of the best spies in the academy too.

You were practicing your knife throwing skills when you noticed a presence beside you.

"Go on continue, don't mind my gorgeous presence here." He said.

"What are you doing here Jeon? And what do you want? I'm busy," you retorted. "I just wanted to remind you about our deal princess. The mission I want you to do, it's at 1800. Just wanted you to be ready."

"I'm always ready Jeon."

"I know but you might need a good luck from me personally for this one, that's why I came to see you before you go. Good luck my princess, be safe." He said and left you wondering if the mission was truly as dangerous as he hinted.

♡

It turned out that the mission was quite harder than you expected. You had to overthrow a mad king, but not just any mad king- he was a retired superspy too. It didn't help that his army were giant killer robots, and although you've trained at a young age, it was still a little difficult to defeat them alone. You understand now why Jungkook made you do this mission, it was a trap.

That insufferable prince- he'll see when you get out of this hell hole, if you get out of here alive he'll really get his ass kicked. "Ballsacks!" you cursed as you barely dodged the laser beam the giant robot just shot at you. You were debating now if you should call reinforcements but you didn't wanna lower your pride for him even more. You didn’t wanna give him the satisfaction of knowing you're failing this mission.

Just as you thought you were gonna get crushed by one of the ginormous robots- to your surprise, the nasty thing got blown into bits.

"I knew these bubblegum bombs would come in handy someday," the voice spoke. "It's really unprofessional of you to leave your gadgets behind princess. You should be thankful I decided to bring them here to you." Of course it was the insufferable agent rabbit.

"What are you doing here Jeon?" you inquired rudely.

"What does it look like I'm doing Y/N? I'm saving your ass from getting killed." he retorted, and you were taken aback when he called you by your first name. It was a rule that agents should call each other by their codenames, you wondered if he forgot about that. "How dare you call me by my name! You know that isn't allowed. Call me by my codename you idiot, and I don't need you to save me, I can save myself thank you very much." You retorted.

"You called me by my name first! Whatever, and sure you can, you were obviously not about to get crushed just five minutes ago. I didn't even get a sincere thanks from you 'cause in case you forgot, just like how you forgot your gadgets, I saved you princess." he said snarkily. "Well, I didn't ask you to, but fine thanks a lot! I'm so grateful you saved me. Happy now?" So what if he saved your ass this time, it's not like he saved the world? And you were only in this predicament because of him anyway. This was his mission and he made you do it, maybe it was your fault for underestimating the mission hence, you only brought a few gadgets- but that's not even such a big deal. So why is he blaming you and making such a fuss about this? You really despised his ass.

"That still sounds so insincere princess, but sure I'll accept that, we have bigger robots to fry right now anyway-"

"Don't stop attacking them annihilate them fast!" The mad king exclaimed as he instructed his gigantic robots to attack the two of you even harder. You heard his minions reply and called him Agust, maybe that was his name. Jungkook and you were hiding at this point, their attacks were getting stronger and you really needed to finish this mission fast but that's still a problem for now. Luckily Jungkook thought of a plan, and he decided you should use the remaining bubblegum bombs to destroy all the massive robots, but you had to chew the gums first before blowing it on them.

You blew the last one on the king and successfully eradicated his existence for good. It was satisfying to defeat him albeit it wasn't that easy.

"Ugh, finally we can go home now." Jungkook whined. "Yeah, mayhaps I can't believe we could work as a team." You added. "A team? I did all the work though? Without me you'd probably be-" you cut him off, "Yeah sure, whatever but I still helped blow the gum bombs! Anyway, we better leave now my mother's probably worried."

"I would be too, if I had a daughter like you." he remarked. "What's that supposed to mean Jeon?" You glared at him. "Oh nothing, nothing my princess." there he goes again smirking like a cocky idiot. Gross. He didn't even stop grinning when you rode your monocycles all the way home.

~♡~

"Prince Jeon, Princess Y/N, It's late. What took you so long?" The King inquired. You were surprised to say the least that it wasn't your mother, the queen who was waiting for you when you arrived. "Sorry if I took her out so long your majesty, we decided to visit my kingdom after practicing archery and got distracted. We didn't realize the sun had already set when we were done, my apologies." Jungkook smoothly reasoned.

"It's fine, next time just don't stay out too late. Though Y/N dear, what happened to your dress? It's as dirty as a peasant! Is that how a princess should behave and carry herself? You're lucky your mother isn't here and on an emergency meeting right now, or you'll be grounded for life!" Your father added. "Dad I-" you were about to defend yourself and explain when Jungkook cut you off.

"It's actually my fault, your majesty. Please don't blame Princess Y/N. We were playing at the castle, and mayhaps we had too much fun. I apologize again, your majesty." Jungkook looked at you in a conspiring way, as if to tell you to ride along with his story. "Very well. You should stop apologizing son, accidents can happen." Wow. Your father didn't get mad at the obnoxious rabbit prince, but he got mad at you, how fracking fair. It's totally fine. You truly felt great. "Although you both should always be mindful of how you look and your actions, you are royalty after all." The king added.

"Of course dad, even though I didn't ask to be born like this…" You quipped, voice lowering a little as you finished saying it. "What did you say Y/N?" "Nothing dad, can I go eat dinner now? I'm hungry as heck. Bye Jeon, have a safe trip on the way home." You told Jungkook and were already heading to the dining area when your father decided to say something that stopped you from going there completely, "Mind your language dear, also it's truly quite late, aren't you starving Prince Jungkook?" The king inquired, staring at Jungkook to check his reaction. "Um, It's late your majesty I should be heading home, and I don't know if Princess Y/N wants me to eat with her…" You glared at him and mouthed 'What the fck Jeon? You frackin pig!' well obnoxiously he looked like a rabbit with his big bunny teeth, but the way he was acting now- he was like a starving pig. The king ignored what Jungkook said and told him, "Nonsense boy! I'm sure Princess Y/N will be delighted to have you join us for dinner. I already ate actually, but I'd love to join you both for dinner again I could get some snack- you can't always have enough snacks!" The king exclaimed enthusiastically.

"But dad-" you try to dissuade him to no avail, "No buts my lovely daughter, Prince Jungkook will be joining us for dinner. You should probably change your clothes before you eat dinner, Jungkook and I will head to the dining room first. Come along now Jungkook," The king beckoned as Jungkook followed him to the dining room. You were planning to have a peaceful dinner tonight, but of course Jeon Jungkook would ruin that as fracking always. When will he ever stop annoying you?

You went to your room begrudgingly, and changed into some casual clothes that were still appropriate for dinner but also for having an annoying guest eating with you. After a short while, you finally joined them to eat. You sat beside Jungkook and your father was at the center of the table. It wouldn't have been awkward if your father didn't start to ask obnoxious questions.

"So Prince Jeon, what have you been up to these days? Searching for potential wife candidates?" The king inquired. You glared at your father. Jungkook almost choked on a piece of steak he was eating, but he managed to answer after drinking some water. "Uh, I've been busy with my duties your majesty. Ensuring the safety of my people and thinking of ways to stop the remaining rebels. I haven't really had the time to look for potential wife candidates."

"Oh. It's good to hear that you prioritize the safety of your people Prince Jeon. But you're not getting any younger. Soon enough, you'll need a good wife to be your future queen and help you lead the kingdom. Do you have anyone in mind right now?" The king probed. "Dad- stop being so nosy." You said, annoyed and a little embarrassed. "I'm not, I'm just asking the boy if he has an idea or a person in mind to be his future queen. So do you, Prince Jeon?"

"Um- as I've said your majesty, I'm too busy to think about marriage right now. I'm still young though, so I'm not that in a hurry to get married." Jungkook replied a little uncomfortable but still respectful. "That's comprehensible. I think Y/N here," Your father said while looking at you, "is the same too."

"Although, I have someone in mind for her already." The king announced, making Jungkook feel something weird inside him. Jungkook wondered what the king meant- or who he meant? For some crazy reason, he can't imagine you marrying someone. Or someone else… Of course not that he wants to marry you! But- maybe it wouldn't be so bad at all too. "Okay, this conversation is over dad," You told the king. "We're done eating and Jungkook has to go home, so goodbye everyone I'm going to my room now." You stood up and went to your room in a hurry.

"But Y/N I'm not done talking you brat! I still haven't finished this delicious croissant-" The king quipped disappointedly. "She's quite a disrespectful brat sometimes, I wonder who she got it from- forgive my daughter Jeon."

"It's okay your majesty, I was about to leave too. I'll be going now if you don't mind-"

"Wait-" Jungkook stood up and sat again because of what the king said. "I hope you're not mad at her, she really is a little hard to handle." The king looked at him pitifully, "Oh, I'm not your majesty. Though I won't disagree with you on that statement- about her being hard to handle I mean…" he joked.

"Yes, she is quite stubborn. But I'm sure you can handle her quite well." Jungkook was confused again, what did your father mean? "I'm sorry your majesty, I don't really get what you're trying to say?" The king looked him in the eye gleefully and said, "I'm saying, I like you- for her. I think the both of you would make a perfect match." Jungkook blushed, oh. So that's what he meant.

"Don't you agree Prince Jeon?" The king teased him further. "I-... Yes I suppose so, your majesty." He shyly replied. It would be rude to disagree, or say awful stuff. "That is- if you're not secretly a couple yet, are you not?"

"No!" Jungkook replied a little too loud. "I meant- no we aren't yet your majesty. We're not secretly seeing each other…" he backtracked, calmer now. "Oh, you aren't yet. That's alright, the two of you are still young- there's still a lot of time. We're just excited for your wedding and to see our grandchildren! But all in God's perfect timing- anyway sorry for keeping you here, have a safe trip home Prince Jeon! Hopefully you'll be calling me dad soon." The king whispered the last bit as Jungkook was finally on his way out of the palace, but he still heard it to his dismay, and it didn't help in making the forming blush on his cheeks go away. The thought of getting married with you isn't so appalling to him- but having kids right away… it was weird to think about. The whole conversation was weird to think about and yet it was the most constant thing on his mind the whole night.

~💜~

You were lucky the queen was still on an important meeting as you made your way out of the palace, or so you thought- when your father, the king shouted your name in your lawn. Of course he made you go back to your room, and unless you had important things to do outside you won't be able to go out. And because of that, you resorted to call the bunny prince for help again. So now, you're waiting for him to be your knight in shining armor and take you away from the palace again. After an hour of agony, he finally arrived and managed to convince your father with a shitty excuse to let you go with him. If you weren't seeing things, you might've thought they were whispering some secret information to each other. Your parents always looked like they were so elated to see that prince in the palace. Your dad was being weird now too. Men are such eerie creatures, you thought.

"Hey Jeon. What were you whispering about to my dad a while ago?" You called to him as you rode your speedy monocycles. "What?" Mayhaps he didn't hear you, as the wind gushed too loud. "I said- nevermind." You didn't bother to ask him what they talked about anymore, maybe it didn't matter anyway. You were nearing the academy, and you parked your monocycle right away when you arrived. Not bothering to look at him and see his fangirls flocking over him again.

You were practicing with throwing your dart knives when you overheard a girl and a familiar someone talking. "Baby! You're always so hot and perfect! you're on the top spies leaderboard again, marry me please!" Her rat-like voice annoyed you, so you decided to stare at her in hopes that she'll feel a little embarrassed at least. But to no avail, she only continued her mouth breathing sentiments."I don't mean to be rude Princess Fiona, but I'm not ready to get married right now." or ever with you, Jungkook wanted to add- but he only did in his mind.

And of course, the cause of this headache inducing fiasco is no other than Prince Jungkook, why are you even surprised? Why can't they be annoying somewhere else? Probably a million miles away from you? "Oh, I don't mean right away silly. Maybe in a few weeks or months? I just know we're meant to be my prince." Gawd, you're actually praying for her future husband. Hopefully he can stand her annoying rat-ogre voice. "I'm sorry Fiona, I really think I'm not the right guy for you. Although I heard Lord Farquaad seemed to have feelings for you." Jungkook suggested. "What? Lord Farquaad? Ew, he's a midget gross. Is that why you won't marry me? Are you jealous baby? You don't have to be!" she squealed and giggled, you had to stop yourself for aiming at her face, it wasn't the knife's fault and you were against animal cruelty anyway.

"No," Jungkook sighed, she wasn't getting it. "I'm not jealous. I just think you're better off with Lord Farquaad, and I'm better with…"

"Better with who? Oh please tell me Prince Jeon who's better with you rather than I?" She seemed to look around at other girls, hoping to find the answer to her question when Jungkook still couldn't reply. She only stopped when she noticed you looking at her too, so you looked away from her and turned your attention on a laser gun that was displayed instead. You were planning to tune them out fully, when she spoke something that triggered something in you. Something you didn't quite like.

"When you said you were better off with someone else, did you mean to say you were better off with someone like Princess Y/N? Are you serious Prince Jeon? She's not even that pretty, or that great of a spy." Hearing her utter those ill-founded words made your blood boil, how dare she point out your flaws and insecurity? You were already one of the best spies, yet you still trained to be a better spy everyday, even if you being a spy was against your parents' wishes- maybe that's why you couldn't control your next actions- you threw one of the dart knives at her direction.

Lucky for her, it missed her face by a centimeter. Actually, if you wanted to hit her you could've, but you just wanted to shut her up. And shut her up you did. She was too shocked to speak at first, too in awe at what happened. Until she regained her senses and confronted the perpetrator. "You! Y/N how dare you try to impale my face with that dirty knife! My father will hear about this!" she pointed at you looking mad and ogre-like at the same time.

"Oh stop being too dramatic Fiona, maybe it was an accident, I'm sure Y/N didn't mean to throw it at you." Jungkook said glancing your way, though it looked more like he was trying to save your ass rather than comfort the ogre like princess. "But I did though Jungkook. I meant to aim it at her to shut her up," You replied looking Fiona directly in the eyes. "See Jungkook? She didn't even deny it!" she exclaimed.

"Which I only did because of what you spoke about me. You had the audacity to insult and slander me, yet you got scared of almost getting what you deserved. Please Princess Fiona save it for someone who cares, it's not me or Jungkook but mayhaps another ogre does." You kept your knives and walked away from them. "Come back here you bitch! You still have to pay for almost murdering me!" she screamed wanting to follow you, but Jungkook held her back from doing so.

"Fiona stop harassing Y/N. You won't follow her nor will you continue to insult her, if you as much touch her hair or be near her- you'll be hearing from me. And I also won't hesitate to tell your father about what you're doing." Jungkook reprimanded her and left the fuming princess to follow after you.

Jungkook found you at another training station trying some new gadget that was actually quite useful to distract and even escape rebels, if you were in a hurry. You didn’t seem to notice him yet or you pretended not to, so he made his presence known by speaking first.

"That seems really handy, you could totally make use of that a lot when needing an escape for extremely hard missions." You were still ignoring him so he spoke again. "Not saying you always escape hard missions-" You interrupted him. "Then what are you saying Jeon? Just because I needed a little help from you on that difficult mission, doesn't mean I'll always need someone or something to save me. For the record, I don't always rely on gadgets to defeat enemies, I've successfully completed a lot of missions without them."

"I know that Y/N, I'm just trying to give you some advice." he retorted. "More like you're trying to prove to me that you're always right."

"But aren't I babe? I'm indeed always right,"

"Don't call me that, hearing you call me it just gave me a disease." You chided. "Oh really? I bet you secretly like it though, just like you like me." He boasted. "Wait what? Where did that come from? Are you on crack or did your last brain cell finally decided to leave you?" How dare he assume and say such horrendous things? He's probably hallucinating or something.

"Excuse me I don't do crack, but you don't have to deny it. I get it you're shy, and you were jealous of Fiona that's why you acted up a while ago-" he's truly insufferable. "Me Jealous? Please don't delude yourself, wake up from that dream it isn't healthy." You wanted to leave his delusional ass once more, but he prevented you from doing that when he cornered you to a wall and got too close for comfort. "I can prove it you know, that you're jealous," He was breathing hotly on your face, staring deeply into your eyes and slowly, he seemed to inch his face closer to yours- as if planning to steal a taste of your lips, you were so flustered that you decided to close your eyes. Waiting and kind of hoping to feel his soft lips on yours, but it never came.

Because just before Jungkook could kiss you, you heard someone cough, and the both of you decided to break apart from each other. "Ehem. Agent Y/N and Agent JK, I'm going to assign mission partners, you should both probably be at the assembly hall so you don't miss it." Your instructor said looking at the two of you weirdly. You both awkwardly looked at him back and nodded.

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"Agent Fiona and Agent Farquaad, you'll be partners for this mission and probably the succeeding ones too." Your instructor announced, Fiona grimaced seemingly disappointed with who her partner was but not bothering to say anything. Meanwhile, Farquaad had a smile on his face as he was partnered with the gal he liked. When your turn came, you couldn't believe the luck you just had to be partnered with the guy you wanted to avoid the most.

"Agent Y/N and Agent JK, you’ll be partners for this mission and the succeeding ones, as you both are the best spies in this academy." Your instructor said with gleam in his eyes. Did he plan this? Did he think you and Jungkook got along well because of what he almost saw a while ago? What the hell? What is he doing? You were having an internal monologue, as you were still having a hard time processing the fact that you'll have to spend more time with annoying Prince Jungkook again. You couldn't believe it, you wouldn't. Your mental breakdown was interrupted by someone's disgustingly familiar voice speaking to you,

"So, partners huh? I'd say I'm glad to be partnered by a top spy in our academy, but I'm not really sure I am. Maybe 'cause I loathe it as much as you do?" You glared at him. "As if I'll be partners with you," you retorted and stormed off to find your instructor to plead with him.

"Um. Excuse me sir, can I please switch partners?" you pleaded to your instructor when you found him. "Agent Y/N… I'm sorry, but I chose your partners for a reason. Also, Agent JK is one of the best spy princes. I don't understand why you don't wanna be partners with him?" He replied.

"I know sir, but- we just don't get along that well, and actually, I think I can handle a mission on my own just fine." you explained. "I'm one of the best spies as you've said, and we all know that's true so… Please?"

"I'm really sorry Agent Y/N, but my decision is final. Your partner is Agent JK, and if you have problems with each other right now, then hopefully this mission will help you guys resolve it, and make you feel closer." Your instructor paused for a bit, you didn't know why but he was seemingly and suddenly in deep thought. "If you don't mind me asking and I don't mean to be nosy, but are you guys having a lovers quarrel or something?" he inquired.

"W-what? Of course not sir! Me and him lovers? Not in this lifetime. Why did you even think of that if I may ask?" you were flustered but curious. Did your instructor think of that because of what he saw a while ago? You didn't even know what truly transpired between you and Jungkook in that moment, you just knew that it felt right and wrong at the same time. "I think you realize that I saw you both a while ago, you two were pretty close to each other. I just thought you might be dating. It's a little disappointing that you aren't but that's okay." you fought another blush that threatened to show in your cheeks because of what your instructor said.

"But sir- why would it be disappointing?" you asked dumbly. "It's a little disappointing because you two look great together. You're both compatible in my opinion," he said looking at you seriously. "You're both top spies, both popular within the academy and even outside of it, you're both competitive, but you complement each other. Should I tell you more?" you didn't know if he was asking rhetorically or if he really wanted you to answer that question, so you just looked at the walls of the academy instead. But you also thought about what he said, did you and Jungkook really complement each other?

"If you don't have anymore questions Agent YN, I'll be going now. I still have some tasks to do, but remember that I'm rooting for both of you." he smiled at you knowingly, and your instructor went back to his room. Whether he meant that in regards to you both being spies, or the concept of you and Jungkook dating, mayhaps it was both- you didn’t know. But you were more scared than curious to ponder about it and find out.

You still went home together with Jungkook despite of the awkward air around the two of you, even if you didn't wanna be partners with him mayhaps you didn't have any choice, so why bother complaining about it anymore. You both chose to stay silent during the ride on the way home, not really talking until you arrived at the palace.

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"You got home late again. What have you both been doing that's taking up your whole time and day?" The king inquired immediately when you both arrived. "Dad- we were just…" You replied until Jungkook cut you off again, he seemed to be doing that frequently these days.

"We were just hanging out as usual your majesty. Actually- we're hanging out too much because…" Jungkook hesitantly took a peek in your direction, "Because- we're dating." what in the name of crippled hairy ballsacks is he on now? Mayhaps he's really lost it and now cursing you.

"What the hell are you talking about Jeon?" you yelled and glared at him. He looked like he was trying to talk to you telepathically with his eyes, because he obviously can't do it with his mind. "Y/N- can you just play along-" he whispered to you. Your father wasn't all too happy with the way you screamed and cursed though, so he reprimanded you again. "Princess Y/N! Your language!" he also yelled brows furrowed in disappointment. "Have you forgotten your manners? A princess doesn't act like a tasteless fool!" he chided, you ignored him and pretended that you didn’t hear him. You just wanted to go to your room and disappear forever.

"And you Prince Jeon, is what you're saying the truth?" The king said as he looked at Jungkook pointedly. "Are you and Y/N truly dating? Why haven't you told us this? When did you both even start seeing each other?"

"Your majesty I can explain. Please don't be furious at us- or at least at Y/N that much-" Jungkook reasoned. "We wanted to keep it a secret for a while, as we were afraid of your reaction."

"Well aren't you afraid now? You just confessed your relationship in front of me." The king said. "We still are. Though I thought maybe you needed to know now, because secrets aren't meant to be kept forever." Jungkook explained.

"And is that truly the reason why you keep visiting Princess Y/N here and having all your rendezvous?" The king inquired again. "Well obviously dad, didn't you hear what he said?" You retorted smartly. You decided you were going to go with whatever this ballsack show Jungkook wants to play, if that meant your real secret won't be found out. (that is if they don't know of it already and are just letting you go for now.) Anyway, If this fake relationship is your escape pass then so be it. You were still planning to confront Jungkook about this shit show later though.

"Stop being sassy you brat, I wasn't talking to you, I was clearly asking our prince here." your dad scolded you. "Did you even court her properly Prince Jeon? I hope you did everything you can to truly deserve her heart."

"I- I did…Your majesty. I can tell you all about how I wooed her during dinner. That is if you'll allow me to stay for dinner?" Jungkook somewhat smoothly replied. You gave him a grim warning look- because he was really pushing it. Though mayhaps, you supposed him staying for dinner wouldn't be so insufferable- since you could talk to him after, and discuss what's going on in his heinous mind.

"Alright, Prince Jeon. You can stay for dinner, and maybe you can convince me if you're truly fitting for my dear Princess Y/N." The king replied.

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Your father and Jungkook chatted amicably, though the king interrogated Jungkook a lot about your relationship. The king asked about how you both realized you were in love with each other, which was awkward because you weren't really in love. You let Jungkook do all the talking since he's a better liar in your opinion. Your father even had the audacity to ask when was your first kiss together? To which Jungkook almost choked on his water, while his cheeks burned red. It didn't seem like he'd stop interrogating Jungkook soon, so before he could ask Jungkook more personal questions like, if you'd slept together already- (It was common for the new generation of royals in your land to sleep around even before being wed.) You decided to interrupt and end their conversation.

You excused yourself from the table, telling your father you were full, and took Jungkook with you. The king surprisingly allowed you to go without a lot of fuss, but he did shoot you both suggestive looks. When you got to your room, Jungkook seemed to be relieved that you stopped the king from torturing him even further. Maybe using the word 'torturing' was a bit harsh- but that was kinda what Jungkook felt when your father asked him all those personal questions. Not that he was truly in pain, but more like he felt weird thinking about all the little white lies he told the king. He wondered if in the future it might come true? Would he still feel awkward or would he enjoy it? He was interrupted from his pondering when he heard your adorable voice, he realized you were talking to him.

"Hello?? Earth to rabbit prince? I was asking you a question but you seemed to be on planet mars or something," You commented while sitting on your bed. "Oh, sorry. I was just thinking about some stuff and things…" He was thinking about the possibilities of you and him- was what he wanted to say, but he'll probably never say it even if he was blackmailed by an enemy. "Stuff and things huh? Are you the main lead of Walking Dead now? Anyway- I was just asking you why you suddenly decided that we should fake date?"

"I-" Jungkook sighed while sitting on the chair near your bed, "I thought you had the idea why already," he simply replied. "Well, maybe I do have an idea." you told him. "But is my idea correct? Did you do it so I could go on missions without having a hard time sneaking out on my parents?"

"I guess. Mayhaps, I wanted to help you in a way." he shyly admitted, avoiding looking at your direction. "For real though? Why? What's in it for you?" you inquired, curious as to why he did such things to help you. "I don't know, maybe just because," was his curt reply. "Just because? What kind of answer is that? It doesn't make sense. I still want to know Jungkook," you probed.

"Maybe it's just because I can okay?" you looked at him still unconvinced. "Fine- maybe because I feel a little bad for you. You have boomer parents who still think you should stick to being a prim and proper princess, when we both know how much you want to be an amazing superspy too. And you already are," He told you, looking at you proudly. "But, I know how much you want to protect yourself and the people you love. I know that you love being a spy and going on missions. So maybe, that's why I made the whole fake dating show." He proclaimed.

"Okay...that seems comprehensible. You didn't have to do it, but you still did anyway. So I wanna thank you for that." you told Jungkook honestly. "Actually I was mad at first, I was confused about what your plan was. I didn't realize you were doing it for me. But when I did, I guessed it didn't seem so bad after all." you confessed looking at him shyly. "It's okay, I didn't tell you about it beforehand too. So I can understand why you were mad." he replied.

"Uh… yeah. Though, I'm still sorry for being rude. I guess we'll have to get along because we're partners now anyway." you suggested. "Okay, I guess we should try to be friends since we're partners now." Jungkook replied. Maybe being friends with Jungkook wouldn't be so bad.

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Your first official mission with Jungkook was at a nearby kingdom. It was reigned by the Kim family, and now ruled by their obnoxious tyrant son, Kim Seokjin. His beloved parents have been deceased for a few years now, that is why he's became king, and is doing whatever he wants with the land. Your mission is to teach him a lesson; and that is to learn how to share his wealth to his people. He doesn't care about anyone but himself. He's using up all the land's wealth for his selfish needs, and leaving his people to die of hunger and starvation.

Meeting King Seokjin was quite amusing. He didn't even spare you a glance as he sat on his throne, and looked at his face in his handheld mirror. He seemed to focus on his face only, quite a narcissistic trait. He also didn't seem to take you both seriously when you told him that he should change his ways- before it's too late. That is why you had no choice but to make him listen to you even if you had to exert a little force.

You had shot the wall near where he was sitting with your laser gun, (you also finally decided to bring a few gadgets just in case.) therefore catching his attention, finally. "What the hell? Are you deranged? Why did you do that you imbecile! You could've hit my beautiful face! I could have you killed for trying to scratch my gorgeous face you know!" King Seokjin exclaimed. "Well we had to get your attention you narcissistic king. You won't listen to us." Jungkook answered him for you.

"Stop acting like a spoiled child, and help your people. They need you." You retorted. "Who are you peasants to even tell me what to do?!! Actually, how did you both even get inside here? Guards!" the tyrant king screamed. "We're just people who were sent to teach you a lesson. Your guards are asleep if you must know. We kind of knocked them out, sorry about that your majesty." Jungkook quipped.

"Who are you heathens? I don't have time for your tomfoolery, so if it's money you want then just tell me how much and maybe I'll give you some." King Seokjin proclaimed. "We don't want any of your dirty money. What we want is that you learn how to share them with your people." You chided. "Share my money with commoners? What kind of ridiculous thing are you talking about? I'll never share my wealth with useless peasants! Never!"

"The useless peasants you called are the ones feeding you, and are the source of the food you eat. You don't even pay them for their rice and crops, you only know how to take but never give back." "I don't care what you say! I'm not sharing my money with slaves or anyone else even til I die!" he screamed. It seemed like he truly wasn't gonna cooperate or change his ways, so you had to resort to doing things by force yet again.

"Fine, you're really not gonna change? Then we'll just have to make you then." You announced to him. "Oh. please make me!" King Seokjin mocked. "Oh we really are, until you learn your lesson you selfish king." Jungkook retorted. And before he could reply or notice, you were both tying him up on his chair that he loves sitting on. And when he realized what you had done, it was too late and he couldn't move anymore. "What are you doing? Let me go! You'll pay for this you crazies!"

"I think we won't be paying for anything unlike you, your majesty. Now if you don't want us to carry you and leave you outside for the townspeople to beat up- you'll give us the money to pay your people." Jungkook demanded. "How dare you threaten me?! I'm not scared of you buffoons! And I'm not giving you any of my money! If you don't untie me this instant, you'll truly regret it! I promise you both!" He exclaimed. "I see you still won't cooperate with us, Okay. Let's go agent Fox."

Jungkook motioned for you to untie King Seokjin on the chair, only to tie him up again as Jungkook carried him down his throne. You were about to go out and leave him on the streets for the townspeople to beat up, when he suddenly screamed and begged you both not to. "Wait! Are you really gonna leave me out there to get beaten up?! Please don't! They'll ruin my beautiful face! Ok- Okay! I'll tell you where my money is and share them to my people! Just put me down please!"

"Are you seriously gonna help your people now? Do you promise?" Jungkook inquired. "Yes! Yes I promise! Now please put me down." King Seokjin replied. Jungkook put him back on his throne and you both waited for him to do what he promised. After getting some money from his secret vault, he then fulfilled his promise of paying the people he's been indebted with for so long. You both went with him to visit the townspeople he neglected and left to starve. Surprisingly, he paid them without so much fuss and no complaints from him. Even the townspeople were shocked at his sudden actions.

After giving the people the money they deserved, You were both surprised to be invited by the King for dinner. He explained that he wanted to thank you for making him realize his selfish ways, and he wanted to show you how grateful he was by letting you enjoy a good meal. Not wanting to be rude and mayhaps you were both kinda hungry too, you accepted his offer of dinner.

The dinner with the king went well. Mayhaps too well that is. You were just finishing your dessert when you felt a little light headed. You didn’t wanna think about it too much and ignored it, but then you felt dizzy. You decided to ask Jungkook if he felt the same weird feeling you felt but when you looked at him sitting beside you he was already knocked out on the table. Something seems amiss. "Excuse me King Seokjin, there's something wrong with your food. Did you put something in it?" you asked struggling to stay conscious. You knew you were right, when you looked at the treacherous king. He was grinning. "Oh. Did I? It's such a shame you caught on too late my dear. Have a nice slumber!" You were really gonna kick his ass when you regain your strength. But for now you had no choice but to succumb to the darkness inviting you so enticingly. Your last memory being King Seokjin's taunting and laughing face.

You woke up confused and unsure of where you were, til you remembered the events of yesterday. The narcissistic king. The dinner. Jungkook. You guys blacked out. It was morning you guessed, but you couldn't really see anything since you had been blindfolded. Your other senses were more alert since you couldn't see, but you just wanted to feel if Jungkook was there with you. If he was near you. "Agent Bunny…? Are you here? Are you near me?" you called, you were glad the crazy king didn't tape your mouth to shut you up so you could call out for your partner. You were starting to get nervous because you didn't hear Jungkook respond right away. What if King Seokjin did something to him? Where did he take him?

You wanted to escape at that moment and find Jungkook, but you realized your hands were tied up. You couldn't do so much but try to thrash around and be free. Your gadgets were probably confiscated too, so you couldn't use them. You were still trying to escape when you heard a muffled sound that made you stop. Was it Jungkook? "Agent Bunny! Was that you? Are you okay? I'll get us out of here, don't worry!" Jungkook tried to reply, but of course all you heard was his muffled voice. You thrashed again as if it'll help you, when the traitor king made his presence obvious. "Oh you should worry. If you don't stop moving around, the rope that's holding you might snap. And you wouldn't want to know where you'll be falling into." he chided.

The rope that's holding you? What did he mean? Weren't you sitting down on a chair? Wait- is that why it feels weird and unstable? Are you… hanging in the air? Ballsacks. "Fine, since I'm feeling a little merciful today, I'll let your partner or is he your boyfriend? give you a little warning." the king said as he removed the cover on Jungkook's mouth, "Y/N- I meant- agent Fox! stop moving! The rope that's holding your chair is weak, If it snaps you'll fall into a piranha tank!" In Jungkook's haste to warn you, he forgot and called you by your real name again.

You didn't really mind his mistake that much right now, until the obnoxious king taunted you. "Wait- did I hear that right? Did your boyfriend just call you Y/N? Is that your name princess? It is isn't it? A dreadful name for a dreadful girl!" You weren't actually tasked to kill him but you just might. How dare he slander your name? Just he wait til you get out of here alive, you'll absolutely kick his ass! "Shut up you're the dreadful one Kim Seokjin! How dare you call her that, and insult her name!" Jungkook defended you.

"Yada yada. You're the one who should shut up. Do you want to be muffled again?" the king threatened your partner. "Let us go you foolish king! What do you gain from doing all of this anyway?" You inquired. "And what if I don't huh? What are you gonna do about it? Nothing! You can't do anything you tied up fools! You asked me what do I gain from this? A satisfying revenge! And now your boyfriend is gonna see you get eaten by piranhas, but he won't be able to do anything but watch." He retorted.

Of course it makes sense how Jungkook was able to see where you were right now, the king didn't blindfold Jungkook like he did with you. But he covered his mouth instead. "You're wrong, King Seokjin. I'm gonna save her and you can't stop me!" Jungkook screamed furious at the king. "And how are you planning to do that? You can't even get up from your seat. I'd tell you I'd like to see you try, but I've already wasted too much of my precious time for this nonsense." King Seokjin yawned seemingly to show his boredom and annoyance. "Guards! Pull the rope and bring her down." He ordered to them, but before they could pull the rope and feed you to the piranhas- a commotion happened.

And there stood, two people you didn't expect to see. "Our instructor was wondering where you two were ya know? Tsk. For supposedly being the best spies you two are getting rusty." Fiona the ogre looking princess said. "Anyway, sir told us to find you guys and save your asses, that's why we're here. I don't like you but sir asked us to save you both- so it's whatever." Fiona said as she got rid of the guards who were still trying to pull you down. Of course Agent Farquaad came with her too, and he was the one who helped untie Jungkook. Seokjin was still shookt at how his plans crumbled ever so quickly, that he just stood there mouth agape.

For the first time in your life, you were kinda relieved to see her. You finally got out of your restraints and you wanted to face King Seokjin right away, but Fiona's next words stopped you. "Now that we've saved you both, our job here is done. Though next time, try to do your job better idiots so we don't have to do it for you." she told you as they were about to go, you didn't have the time to get mad at her so you just ignored her, but before they actually did she told you one last thing. "Oh I almost forgot, there are rumors about rebels planning to attack this dumb king who hostaged you. They might be on the way here now. We'd love to help ya guys, but we have other rebels from another city to take care of. So ttyl!" and then she scurried off with her partner.

Well it's not like you can't fight the rebels yourselves, but an earlier warning would've been nice. You moved closer to Jungkook who was keeping an eye on the now submissive king. "So bunny, what's the plan now?" you inquired. "I guess we wait for them to arrive and defeat them all." was his reply. You nodded in agreement, of course that's what you're going to do.

The rebels arrived not long after, and it was quite a taxing battle, but nothing you weren't used to. They carried high tech weapons too, but you managed to steal some from them and use it on them. Just as one rebel almost shot King Seokjin, you managed to pull him to the side just in time and save his plumpous ass. To say he was shocked that you saved him, was an understatement. He was literally in awe that you still saved his life, even if he had tied you up and almost fed you to the piranhas.

The act was actually enough that he started to mayhaps have a change of heart. After a hundred butts kicked and a few exhausting hours later, you finally defeated the rebels. Police reinforcements came to collect most of them (because a few rebels always manage to escape) and took them to jail, meanwhile you've never wanted more but to get back home already and just lie on your bed for a month. Your partner looked exhausted too, but still undeniably handsome. Not that you'll ever admit that to him. You were actually missing home, even though it's only been a day. Your parents would probably- oh glob, your parents! They're probably worried sick now. You hope you'll still be allowed to go out after this.

You were so busy worrying if you'll get grounded, that you didn’t notice the narcissistic King coming up to you. "Hey." He called out, breaking you out of your thoughts and surprising you. What did he want now? "I just wanted to say, thanks for saving me. You shouldn't have, but you still did anyway. And I'm sorry for everything. Promise, I'm being sincere this time." He seemed sincere with his apology, even though he couldn't really look you in the eye that well. You could say he was embarrassed? Or guilty? Maybe both. Still, you wanted to tease him and so you probed. "Are you really being honest now? Or is it another act of yours to deceive me again?"

"I'm being sincere this time I swear, I really felt awful about what I did to you. What I did to you both." he corrected. "I realized how selfish and crazy I've been, and I'm honestly sorry for that." "Well it's great that you realized your mistakes. I forgive you I guess, I don't wanna hold grudges for too long anyway." you replied. "Really? Thank you so much! I swear I'll prove to you that I'll change for real this time." he exclaimed getting your partner's attention, making him check up on you both in case something's wrong.

"Is everything alright with you two?" Jungkook asked. "Yeah bunny. He was just apologizing that's all." you replied. "Oh ok. Wait- he apologized? For real? How unbelievable." he then sent an accusing look at King Seokjin. "Yes he did. He seemed genuine so let's just let bygones be bygones." "Yeah. You sure he won't drug us to sleep again?" "Jungkook-"

"I won't. I should've never, it was truly wrong of me. I'm sorry for taunting you and for every wrong thing I've done. Believe me, I really do feel shitty for hurting you guys who saved me." King Seokjin heard your conversation and decided to apologize to Jungkook too. "If there's anything I could do to make it up to you guys, just please tell me. I'll do it in a heartbeat." "Hmm. Maybe there is something you could do." Jungkook suddenly had an idea.

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"Princess Y/N! Where have you been? we've been worried sick about you! Your mother couldn't sleep waiting for you!" Your father said when you finally arrived home. "Dad it was just a day, we were invited by our friend King Seokjin to stay for the night because it was getting late." you reasoned.

"King Seokjin? Is he the gorgeous man standing next to Jungkook right now?" your father inquired. "Yes dad," "Who is he? Why didn't you both tell us about him?" "He's our new friend, we helped him and he felt grateful so he made us stay for the night."

"It's amazing how you can plan quite a perfect lie my dear, you may have fooled your father- but we both know you can't fool me." the queen finally appeared. "So tell me Y/N, where were you really?" "Mom… I can explain-" "Were you at that spy academy of yours? Or going on those nonsense missions weren't you? I'm very disappointed in you Y/N. I thought you had quit being a useless spy. But of course, you had lied to me." she scolded you. You didn’t know what hurt more, the fact that she was disappointed in you, or the fact that she thought and probably still thinks- you're a useless spy.

"She isn't a useless spy, she saved me for crying out loud!" you were surprised to see King Seokjin was actually defending you. Maybe he truly had changed. "It's true your majesty. She isn't a useless spy, in fact she's one of the best spies in our academy. She's one of the best spies I know." Jungkook added. "Spectacular, but I don't recall asking you both for your opinion. So I suggest you both stay out of this. King Seokjin it's nice to meet you but you can go home now. As for you Prince Jungkook, you should probably leave too. I had a feeling you influenced her, and I was right." the queen reprimanded.

"Jungkook didn't influence me! I wanted to be a spy on my own. I just don't understand why you won't let me. Do you not love me mom?" you exclaimed. "Enough Y/N! Not another word from you, or you'll be spending your whole life in your tower. You're grounded for a year, and that's final. Guards, escort Princess Y/N to her tower and make sure she stays there for a year." you can't believe your mother right now, she had done this before when she first discovered what you were doing in the academy, and now she's doing it again. "Darling, don't you think you're being a little too harsh on our daughter? Locked for a year in her tower? Isn't that quite too much-" the king interrupted but the queen silenced him. "No I'm not being too harsh on her, you're too lenient on her that's why she keeps being a brat. She needs to learn how to listen to me, I'm her mother and the queen after all.

You lashed out on some of the guards on the way to your tower, you were just so upset you couldn't believe it had come to this. You could've escaped them easily, but you didn't want to be disowned by your family. So you decided to take your punishment.

You scrolled through your phone for the nth time today, and you were bored. Luckily, she at least let you had your phone. You wanted to see if you had new missions to do, but you felt conflicted too, because you can't disobey your mother this time. You were just planning to take a nap again when a strawberry hit you on the face. You looked at your window to find out where the strawberry came from, and you were in awe to see it was your bunny prince on a drone airplane. "Jungkook? How did you- why are you here?"

"To get you out, of course. Who else would help you other than me?" he cockily said. "You didn't even tell me you were coming. Anyway, thanks for wanting to take me out of here, but I can't. Even if I really want to escape, I can't anymore Jungkook." you refused. "You can't or you shouldn't? I know you're afraid of disappointing your mother again baby, but I think she'll understand. Besides, I think she was just angry at that moment. She probably wants to let you go back to your room now."

Your heart warmed at his pet name for you, but you still can't agree to go with him. "Exactly, Kook. Maybe she'll want to end my punishment sooner, but what if she finds out I disobeyed her again? She'll be furious, and I don't want my punishment to be extended." "Well what if she doesn't find out? I'm sure she can't see me when I'm this high on the ground. And I promise I'll bring you back home before they check on you. Come on princess, do you really wanna stay here alone in your tower, for a year?" he persuaded. "I don't… but ugh, I hate you Jeon Jungkook. Fine, just let me get my stuff." you caved in. How were you supposed to say no when a guy as annoyingly handsome as prince Jeon asked you?

You hopped on the airplane drone and went away with your handsome prince. You and Jungkook just flew around the land, it was awe inspiring to look at the villages and people from above. When he finally brought you home you felt a little glum that the day had to end. You were relieved that you weren't caught by the queen though. You were relieved to have Prince Jeon with you. You texted your instructor about your current situation and why you can't go on missions for a while. He told you he understood, he truly is the best instructor.

Jungkook came to see you again the next day. He didn't take you away this time, he just stayed with you and you two talked all day. Jungkook visited your tower everyday, and you couldn't help but fall for him each passing day too. One night, the two of you finally shared your first kiss and it felt amazing. He didn't come back the next day though, which made you feel worried that he didn't feel the same way. Unbeknownst to you, he was actually planning how to get you out of your current situation- while he couldn't stop thinking about your kiss too.

"Y/N, it's been 3 months since you've been locked here in your tower. I don't mind visiting you but, don't you miss going on missions with me? Don't lie, I know you do. We need to get you out of here." Jungkook declared. "Jungkook is that why you didn't come yesterday? 'Cause you were planning my escape from here?" you inquired still a little upset, he didn't come to see you yesterday. "Yes actually. Why? Did you think about something else?"

"No… I just thought- nevermind it doesn't matter." "Of course it matters princess, tell me what's on your mind." he asked you moving closer to touch your cheek fondly. "I thought you didn't like our kiss… And that you thought it was a mistake. Am i right?" you asked honestly.

"No you aren't baby. I loved our kiss, I couldn't stop thinking about it. I'm sorry I made you think that way, I really was just busy pondering how to get you out of here. But I have a plan now, and that's why I'm here to ask you if you'll agree with it."

"You do? You have a plan? Why do I have a feeling it's gonna be chaotic… But fine- I wanna hear it anyway,"

"Run away with me."

Ballsacks, he's kidding right? Your Jungkook is kidding right?

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You made a decision that day that changed your life. You ran away with Jungkook and lived at his palace. You were finally free to go on missions without worrying about what your mother would say. Jungkook kept your existence at the palace a secret at first, putting you in a secret room no one else knows but him. But of course as all secrets do, all secrets will be revealed. His parents found out that you were now living with them, and they were shookt but thankfully they let you stay.

They advised you to tell your parents though, so your parents would stop worrying about you. You did tell your parents about your whereabouts, you missed them after all. But you also told them you couldn't live with them, if they can't accept you for being a spy. You only talked to your father, the king. As your mother didn't seem interested to talk to you. You hoped she'll accept you for who you are someday.

3 years passed and you've decided to return to the palace, your home. You're full of nerves as you're worried about how they'll react to you coming back, but also because you have an important thing to talk about to them. You had returned to inform and personally invite them to your wedding. Your relationship with Jungkook grew stronger over the years, and one lovely night he proposed to you, which you accepted of course. That's why you're now getting married and elated to be one with him.

You're with Jungkook as you faced your parents. They looked quite surprised to see your presence again after a few years. Your father smiled at you and he seemed happy to finally see you again. Your mother on the other hand, still looked indifferent as before. "My dearest princess, I'm so glad you came back." your father told you. "I'm happy to see you too, dad." you smiled at him. "Actually, I'm here- I mean we're here, because we wanted to tell you something very important. Jungkook and I are getting married."

They didn't seem surprised to hear that actually. You guessed they figured out why you came today. "We want to personally invite you to our wedding. It'd be great if you both were there." you added. "Of course we'll be there. It's a good thing we didn't have to push through with the arranged marriage we planned for you guys before. It's spectacular that you fell for each other naturally." the queen surprised you all when she replied. She didn't seem to mean it with malice but with all honesty.

"Wait- you were planning to make us have an arranged marriage?" you inquired, you weren't mad anymore just shocked that your parents had planned to wed you with Jungkook after all. "Yes. Well it was because Jungkook's parents are our friends, and your marriage would be great to strengthen our kingdom. We're sorry if the knowledge infuriates you now."

"It doesn't. I'm just surprised that's all. Anyway, mayhaps we're truly meant to be as I'm still marrying him now." you said quite fondly. "The preparations have started as the wedding is in 3 days, the stylists will come soon so please tell them if you need something. I already picked yours and dad's clothes, I hope you don't mind. Can I stay in my room for tonight? Jungkook can take the guest room." you asked. "Wait Y/N. I wanted to apologize for being a cruel mother to you." the queen's words stopped you. "I'm sorry for locking you in the tower which made you runaway from us."

"I'm sorry for not believing in you, I always knew you were a great spy- I just didn't wanna acknowledge it because I was scared of losing you. And I did anyway. I guess I'm just sorry for being a bad mom and for everything my dear. I hope someday you'll be able to forgive me." you could feel the queen's remorse through her words and facial expressions, and you realized there wasn't really anger anymore. You were just sad for the lost time. "Thanks mom, that's all I've ever wanted to hear. I just wanted you to be proud of me. And you aren't a bad mother, I understand now why you did those things. Though they're quite questionable, but I forgive you. I already did a long time ago." You hugged each other and were finally glad to be on good terms again.

👰

Your wedding day came, and everything went perfect. You wore the loveliest wedding dress, and Jungkook wore the fittest suit. You only invited your close friends and family, you actually just wanted a simple wedding. The selfish but now kind King Seokjin, came too. Along with your fellow agents, Fiona and Farquaad. They all watched as you two sealed your newly formed union with a short but sweet passionate kiss.

After the glorious event, you were now inside Jungkook's room fidgeting and anticipating- what to do for the remainder of the night. You had just finished taking a relaxing bath, and were now dressed in your nightgown. Were you finally gonna do it with him after abstaining for years? Thoughts ran through your mind while waiting for Jungkook. He had to go somewhere for a bit because of some emergency prince duties. He was even busier now, that they want him to take over as the new king. But surely he'll make time for you on your wedding night right?

You were getting sleepy waiting for him when after a while, the knob to his door slowly turned. And then came your prince- and husband, the person you've been waiting for. "I'm sorry I took so long baby, the council and the advisors were just so-" "It's okay Kook, just come here and lie with me," you called. You didn’t even realize the implications of your words until you said them, and you couldn't take them back. You blushed furiously at seeming so desperate.

"I will my love, I'm just gonna take a shower first, then I'll come join you in bed" he chirped. After Jungkook's long agonizing shower- (or it just seemed long to you, when he really didn't take that long) he finally joined you in bed. Though, you couldn't face him because you were so embarrassed of your daring words awhile ago, that you may or may not have meant. You pretended to be asleep, but of course Jungkook knows you too much to know you were just pretending. "I know you're awake baby, don't pretend to fall asleep on me now. Not when we haven't made love yet."

Jungkook's words made you a little wet, okay maybe a lot. How can he be so irresistible? You tried to take a peek at his face but failed miserably, as your attention went to his beautifully sculptured body. He was lying so close to you without any clothes on! You almost saw his dick if not for the sheets covering it. "Like what you see my love? I didn't put any clothes on yet, 'cause It would be stupid if I'm just gonna take them off in a bit. I've really been waiting for this night Y/N," he said, touching your back through your nightgown tracing your curves.

"I'm finally gonna claim you and make you mine, can I make love to you now my love?" Jungkook sincerely inquired, and you gave him your permission because you wanted him to. You wanted him to make you his and you wanted to make love with him too. And you showed how much you loved each other all through the night. You loved it when he treated you so delicately, and he wasn't in a rush. You loved it when he sucked your perky nipples until they were so sensitive and swollen. You loved it when he thrusted inside you while kissing you at the same time and holding your hand. You loved your partner in crime Jeon Jungkook, the most loyal agent and bunny in the world. Your prince and your husband. And you're pretty sure he loved you too.

And they loved happily ever after. Fin. 🧚🏻‍♀️

A/N: tysm for reading! If you enjoyed please reblog and leave a nice comment! 🥺💜

Btw! This is the pic dat's should've been on the insert pic but tumblr luvs to f- me raw in the ass, so it re-arranged it. I'm only on mobile so i can't do sht so im very sorry!

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weasleydream · 4 years ago

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What kind of birthday is this?

I’ve posted a whole lot of angst lately (and it isn’t over...oopsie) so I wanted to post something a bit more light-hearted (plus it will be my bday “soon” and I’m getting in the mood 😂) I’ve written this a few months ago but I really like it so I hope you’ll do too!

As usual, feel free to like, comment, reblog and enjoy!

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It was a normal day as long as I ignored the fact that it wasn’t. My books pressed against my chest, I was walking quickly in the corridors of the school which were still quite empty. I had woken up earlier than usual and I had been one of the firsts in the Great Hall for breakfast, the only other persons present being a few professors and a group of Hufflepuff. The Ravenclaw table, where I had been sitting, was empty. I had made these efforts to dodge the inevitable humiliation of everyone wishing me a happy birthday in front of all the school. It was a very unpleasant tradition among my friends since our first year: embarrassing to death every person whose birthday it was. We were in our last year, and it hadn’t changed.

I was heading to the Transfiguration class. I knew Professor McGonagall was always in advance in her classroom, and I wanted to use the spare time I had before the class to ask her some questions about the NEWTs. I was almost arrived when I heard two people arriving in front of me. Fearing they were friends of mine, I jumped behind a statue and sighed in relief when I didn’t recognize the voices. Wait a minute… No, I knew them, they just weren’t friends. Merlin, I could never hang out with the Weasley twins. They were too loud, and their pranks were stupid. Some people would say I was mad at them for changing all my books in nifflers when I was studying in the library back in fifth year, and they were totally right. When their voices had eventually disappeared, I left my hiding place and joined the class.

I managed to dodge the annual humiliation without even knowing how I had done. I guess the thoughts of the NEWTs had made my friends freak out to such an extent that they had forgotten about my birthday, which didn’t displease me to be honest. I was walking out of my last class of the day, but I didn’t follow my friends in our common room, I had to go to the library.

This time, the corridors were crowded. Some students were heading to their common room, others prefered joining the library, like me, or the Quidditch pitch for their weekly training. Some even wanted to enjoy the first warm days of the spring and headed toward the entrance to install around the lake. In other words, it was the perfect time if someone wanted to pull something like a prank. Besides, the day had been too calm, so I guess I should have expected something like that to happen but who could blame me? Witnessing a bunch of blue hats flying in the corridors was quite strange, and seeing them landing on some students’ head and making them floating through the air was completely unexpected. I was too busy watching a Hufflepuff girl desperately flapping her arms to see that one of the hats was approaching me.

A kind of instinct felt the danger for me, and I turned my head soon enough to react and bolt like a jackrabbit. I made my way in the half panicked and half hilarious crowd and turned the first corner. I glanced above my shoulder: the maleficent thing was still following me, only a few meters behind. This section of the corridor was as overcrowded as the previous one, and the same chaos was reigning. I was slowed down by the students who didn’t give a damn about what surrounded them, probably too absorbed by their attempts to dodge the hats to realize I was trying to flee them. I caught a glimpse of a door on my right. It was maybe ten meters from me, and I threw myself forward to reach it quicker. I opened the door and almost immediately shut it behind me, sighing in relief a little bit too loud to hear the surprised gasp of the other boy who was hiding there.

It wasn’t the sound that warned me, it was the sensation of a hand hitting me. Without really thinking, because if I had done so I would have tried to find out who was in there, I jumped on the stranger and tackled it to the ground. I found it strange that the dark cupboard was that big, but the boy spoke and told me otherwise.

“Good job, you’ve almost knocked me out. I could have broken my neck with the wall. Would you be kind enough to help me get up?”

Of course he was responsible, and of course, I had to hide in the same fucking cupboard as him. I didn’t help him but asked:

“Are you Fred or George?”

“Fred, at your service. And who tried to kill me?”

“Y/N Y/L/N.”

“Glad to know you. Can you help me now?”

I sighed, murmured Lumos and saw him on the ground, his head turned to prevent it from resting on the wall. Fred frowned when I turned my wand toward him. I extended a hand and helped him.

“I guess you and George are the ones to thank for this mess out there.”

“Indeed we are. Pretty cool, no?”

I wanted to deny it but a small smile appeared on my lips.

“One of them purchased me.”

“That’s what we wanted.” shrugged Fred.

I rolled my eyes in annoyment.

“Where did you buy them?” I asked. “I don’t remember having seen them at Zonko.”

“I hope so, these babies are our creations.” he replied proudly.

I was both impressed by the fact that two seven years were able to create magical products like this and finding ridiculous calling these hats their babies.

“That’s pretty impressive.” I said. Fred’s face lit up and a sparkle appeared in his eyes; he seemed pretty proud of himself. “Plus, it's not the only thing you’ve invented, am I wrong?”

“You’re totally right.” He studied me for a few seconds before asking: “But you’ve never tried any of our products. How do you know them?”

“What do you want, I guess you and your brother are famous now. I’ve heard your Puking Pastilles are particularly appreciated.”

“It’s true.”

Fred straightened up in a pompous way that reminded me of one of his brothers, Percy, before we both laughed. Much to my surprise, it was quite easy talking with Fred. I had always thought he was kind of childish, and if he gladly showed this part of him, I was pretty sure he was more than that. After a few minutes, I sat on the ground, the back resting against the door, and Fred did the same in front of me, his back against the wall. He yawned and extended his long legs before throwing me an amused look.

“You know, I have a good reason staying here -”

He abruptly interrupted when an angry scream echoed among the students’ panicked ones. It was Umbridge, and according to what we could hear, she wasn’t very pleased with the situation. It took all my will for me to stay quiet as an irresistible need to laugh took hold of me. A glance at Fred indicated to me he was in the same state. When the voice of our beloved High Inquisitor finally disappeared, Fred continued.

“I was saying I had a good reason for staying hidden in here, but why do you stay, my dear Y/N?”

“According to the noise outside, your babies are still there, and one of them was chasing me.” I answered. “Plus, you’re not as annoying as I thought, I suppose?”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” He laughed. “I guess you’re stuck here with me for at least another hour then.”

“Are you kidding me? An hour?”

“I thought I wasn’t that annoying.” Fred grinned playfully, and I couldn’t help but laugh.

To be honest, I didn’t really see the time go by, and when the corridor eventually became silent, I even felt something like sadness. I had spent the previous hour laughing and chatting, and I had enjoyed it. Fred got up and groaned his ass was sore. I laughed and grabbed the hand he had extended to me.

“I think it’s safe, no one is here.” He said after he had carefully opened the door.

I followed him outside of the cupboard. I decided to head toward the Great Hall, my stomach telling me it was time for dinner, and Fred followed me. We were talking about the NEWTs, and Fred was constantly making fun of me because I was so tense about it, when we heard the unmistakable sound of Umbridge's steps, along with her unbearable voice.

“One of them is already in my office, Mr Malfoy, I need to find the other one and he’ll join his brother in detention.”

I was on the verge of gasping when Fred’s hand covered my mouth. He silently gestured to me to stay quiet and offered his hand. Understanding he wanted me to follow him, I furiously shook my head. I couldn’t get in trouble!

“Listen, I’m not trying to ask you to marry me, I’m trying to prevent both our asses from ending in detention.” He hissed.

I sighed and grabbed his hand. He immediately started to run, half dragging me behind because Merlin, he was fast. We heard shouts coming from the end of the corridor and I didn’t bother to turn back, I already knew we were caught. Fred turned right, then left and right again, hoping he could get rid of our pursuers.

I guess the bad luck was with us, because Fred led me in a corridor which would have been empty if Draco Malfoy didn’t stand proudly in front of us.

“Hum hum.”

I looked at Fred. He was smirking - why was he smirking? When Umbridge arrived right behind us and asked us why we were running from her and why we were skipping dinner, he left an eyebrow at me with an interrogative look. He wanted me to find an excuse? Well, I could already tell we were screwed. You bastard.

“We were going to the library.”

My voice wasn’t trembling, but first, I spoke way too fast for my excuse to seem credible, and second, I realized the library was at the other end of the castle. Umbridge squealed happily and turned her back to us, ordering us to follow her. I felt myself blushing in shame and didn’t dare to look at Fred.

“The library? Let me tell you that was smart. Did you want so badly to get detention?”

Much to my surprise, Fred didn’t seem angry, and when I glanced at him, he was grinning.

“Can’t you stay serious?” I hissed. “We’re in trouble, and that’s because you forced me to lie.”

“First, we didn’t get in trouble because you lied but because you lied badly. Plus, George is already there and if she’s in a good mood, maybe we won’t have to write too much. Maybe you won’t anyway.”

Even if he had obviously tried to hide it, I perfectly saw the rictus on his face when he mentioned writing. I had never been in detention before, and I had heard rumors about what kind of detention gave Umbridge but I didn’t know if it was true. Fred’s discomfort made me fear the worse.

“Is it true she uses a magical quill?” I quietly asked.

Fred looked at me in disbelief.

“You’ve never gotten detention with her?”

“I’ve never gotten detention at all.”

“Oh… I’m sorry Y/N, really, I didn’t know -”

Umbridge interrupted him with a sign of the hand and we followed her to her office. George was sitting at a table, the arms nonchalantly folded on his torso. He left an eyebrow when he saw me, but Fred’s expression dissuaded him to ask anything. He seemed incredibly guilty, and I was pretty sure I had something to do with this. Umbridge ordered us to sit down next to George and she added a parchment and a black quill in front of me.

“You will write: I must not disturb the order in my school.”

“Let Y/N go, she hasn’t done anything.”

I looked at Fred to see him glaring at Umbridge. George approved, saying they were the only ones to blame. Fred added I had been in the wrong place at the wrong time. However, she refused to hear anything and gave them both another detention for the following day. I greeted my teeth and started to write. I had prepared myself for the pain on my hand, but I couldn’t imagine this awful sensation, as if a fire was carving my flesh to the bone. I tried to clench my fist but it only made the pain worse. The only thing I was thinking about was not letting her see I was suffering. I bravely kept writing until she let us stop an hour later.

“You know, Miss Y/L/N, I thought you were better than that.” she said with her childish voice. “I didn’t expect you to create troubles like this, let alone on your own birthday. I guess you expected more fun for tonight, right? If you want advice, go straight to your common room and stay there until tomorrow.”

With that she closed the door behind her, letting us alone in the corridor. George probably felt the tension, and he patted his brother’s shoulder, smiled at me, and left. Fred was silent. He placed a hand on my upper back and led me in the corridors.

“I’m sorry for tonight, Y/N.” His voice was quiet and his eyes full of guilt. “You shouldn’t have ended there. I was an idiot.”

“Don’t worry.” I smiled at him. “In fact, it wasn’t that bad.”

Fred looked at me in disbelief, his mouth wide open. More than ever, he looked like a goldfish and I playfully closed his mouth. I let my hand under his chin, enjoying the sight of the famous Fred Weasley blushing.

“It was a pretty funny birthday.”

Fred seemed to regain confidence and he smirked.

“I see… Was your life that boring when I wasn’t in it?”

“I guess we can say that. My hand was also less bloody.” He immediately frowned and I laughed. “But I’m pretty sure you can find a way to be forgiven.”

Fred saw right through my smile and laughed frankly.

“Let me guess… I know! I have to offer you a birthday present.”

“It could work.” I lifted my eyebrows. “And what would it be?”

“Would my wonderful person be enough?” I felt myself blushing and Fred laughed. “You, me, Hogsmeade this weekend.”

“It seems right.”

Suddenly, a wave of confidence hit me. I grabbed his face with my hands and pecked his lips.

“In fact, it would be great.” I murmured.

“Pretty confident, aren’t you? You no longer look like the stuttering girl in front of Umbridge I’ve seen earlier.” He mocked.

“Shut up.”

#Harry Potter #harry potter imagine #harry potter imagines #fred weasley imagine #fred weasley #fred x reader #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley x you

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lavendertwilight89 · 4 years ago

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InuxKag Week 2020 Day 4--Desire

Give it to me

Rated E NSFW

May do a one-shot later of something else? @lemonlushff hella late bday present? Who knows!

@inukag-week @superpixie42 @lemonlushff @dangerouspompadour @keichanz @cstormsinukagblog @willowandfog @inuyashaloverforever @xfangheartx @clearwillow @umacaking @procellaxletalis @smmahamazing @murdergiraffe @faulkner-blog @sapphirestarxx@swaggingtomboy @sarah-writes-stories @hnnwnchstr @wolverine1092

What was wrong with her??? She couldn’t not be touching Inuyasha. It had gotten to the point of embarrassment for her. She thought at that point she would wear a permanent blush on her face. Her… desires were getting the better of her. PDA was non-existent in the feudal era, hell, even in the future holding hands marked territory. Hugs were as intimate as people usually got in Japan.

And here she was… making out with her husband after having to drag him off to crash her lips to his behind Sango and Miroku’s hut. She had to have him. It wasn’t even a choice. Her blood literally called to him. Her body demanded him. Desire probably wasn’t even the right word to describe it. Lust? Need?

Either way, she had to have him. Night, day, mid-afternoon, morning, all she wanted was to… fuck. She didn’t use that kind of language at all, but that’s all she could think of to describe their heated encounters. It wasn’t that they hadn’t made love or that she thought sex was crude—but the way they engaged in those activities could only be described as ‘fucking’.

He was a half demon. A strong, sexy, dominant male. The way he would crash over her body, the way he sucked her taut nipples, the way his hands slithered and caressed her figure, his tongue diving down and swirling around her sensitive nub and Gods she couldn’t even get started on the way his cock would drive into her.

“Inu-Yasha—ughh,” she panted heatedly.

“Should we go home?” That jerk was smirking. He thought the whole thing was funny. IF she could withstand him, he would be punished… but anything she liked it when he spanked her when he had her on all fours. She deserved the punishment! Gods! What had he done to her?!

“It’s—not funny,” she gasped as his fingers had latched onto her nipples through her kimono. “Oh, please don’t stop,” she begged.

Begged. She. Kagome. Begged for him. And she thought he was supposed to be the dog in the relationship. Not to say that was derogatory—no—not at all. Because when they did things the inu way—Gods—sometimes that was her favorite way.

“Who said I thought this was funny?” Arrogant, prick, jackass, ass—she moaned louder as one of his talented hands made its way through her hakama and into her wet folds.

“Yashhhhhh,” she whined. She was trying to be quiet but was failing. Supremely.

“You wanna go home yet? Or would you prefer if I took you right here?”

“They’ll hear us,” she whispered heatedly mortified at the thought of them being caught… Mortified that it absolutely turned her on at the thought of someone catching them being intimate—and even more embarrassed that Inuyasha was well aware those thoughts had made her more aroused when his sexy fangs poked out of his mouth. Prick.

“Smells like you’d enjoy that—do you like making sure everyone knows you’re mine, Ka-Go-Me?”

“Inu—” she started to scold before her treacherous hands reached out to undo his obi. She inwardly swore at herself. Stupid desires. Stupid, sexy, God-like body, cocky, arrogant half demon.

He chuckled. The jerk actually laughed. If she wasn’t so hot and bothered, she’d ‘sit’ him. OR maybe find the laugh endearing and cute. It was a side of Inuyasha no one had really seen aside from her. Actually, if anyone else saw this side of Inuyasha, the hot-heavy-panting-brought-down-by-his-own-needs-wants-desires-for-her-by-her, she’d probably have to kill them. The jealousy for this man’s body let alone touch was unreal. She saw why he was so crazed about Koga even brushing his hand against her own.

This internal struggle had been going on for weeks—since she returned to his era and they had mated. They had ultimately decided to wait until they were married, just in case she lost her spiritual powers and for Inuyasha’s sanity. He didn’t want the villagers to blame him for ‘tarnishing’ their priestess. Kagome did make sure they all knew that she did not return to just be their priestess though; she returned to become his wife and mate.

Her powers did not fade, if anything they grew more powerful. As did his demonic aura. They trained together to control their higher energies—which was often interrupted with their need to ‘strengthen the mate bond’ as Inuyasha put it.

He had grown cocky, self-assured, and best of all carefree. The latter being the most annoying because he didn’t care how much he touched her in public. Getting her all rattled and flustered almost seemed like a game to him. She assumed it had to be some demonic instinct of ‘marking one’s territory’. What she hadn’t thought was the same desire would pour through her.

One day a group of travelers came into the village. A young woman caught eye of her husband and approached him. Her husband. Her mate. She’d never been that jealous or angry in her life. That was including when he would run off to see Kikyo. He had looked stunned and confused when the woman spoke to him in such a manner but before he could completely shake her off, Kagome did the unthinkable. Thinking about it still embarrassed her; she pulled his arm and yanked his head down to her level and kissed him. Hard. Not just a chaste kiss either. Noooooooooooo. She slipped her tongue into his mouth and made love to it. Made him groan, whimper, and pant until finally when she pulled away to stare in the eyes of the other woman, the poor thing looked… stunned. Kagome immediately took off blushing asking Kaede to take over as she had no idea what had come over her.

Inuyasha followed her into the woods hell-bent on finishing what she started. He took her roughly, as if he had a point to prove that she was the only one who made him feel that way. The way he comforted her, the way he pressed into her, holding her, cradling her, thrusting and plunging into her over and over made her body oddly relax while her coil grew tight. He made her mind foggy like a drug. All she could think of was him as he devoured her entire being.

Once she finally undid his obi and her hakama had somehow fallen open and her panties were pushed down, he knelt before her. Grabbing her leg and throwing it over his shoulder, his tongue sought out her core and gave her a hard lick. She grasped his head, careful not to grab his ears and tried to pull him further in her. The ache of not having him inside her was killing her. The blush she wore was no longer of embarrassment but of frustration. She needed him.

“Please Inuyasha,” she moaned, daring to plead with the man kneeling before her to soothe her rampant desires to be filled with him. He rumbled his approval as she felt his fingers press at her opening and slowly glide into her.

She couldn’t stifle the gasp or cry even if she had wanted to—he did things to her she had never thought were possible. The purr he exuded, his fingers teasing her walls, filling her, his tongue and lips prodding her was too much. Her head swung and banged against the hut as she tried to take control of the situation—of where she needed his attentions to find her release. If he had not been holding her up, she surely would have fallen. Her hips were trying to grind against his mouth and after what felt like an eternity, he finally moved to her nub and brushed his fangs against it before taking it in his mouth. He latched on and sucked. Hard.

She felt her leg she was still standing on fully give out as her walls clenched around his inserted fingers tightly and wildly. Her voice was not her own as she cried out his name as she felt the warm liquid that his mouth didn’t catch seep down her leg.

He stood quickly and held her weak body to his as he took her lips with his own. She never thought tasting herself would be as exciting and erotic as it was. Honestly, she never imagined half the things they did together. It was like taboo when she was locked in her era—she never wanted to imagine the impossible. She couldn’t allow her heart to break further.

His tongue ran up her cheek and his whimper caught her attention. She stared into the golden eyes of worry and concern. Touching her face, she hadn’t realized she had started crying. She smiled at him and wrapped her arms around his shoulder and lifted her jelly-legs to wrap around his waist.

“I’m okay, I was just… I’m just so happy to be here,” she confessed before pressing her lips to his.

“I am too, you know,” he admitted as he rested his forehead against her own.

“I love you, Yash,” she said breathlessly as he filled her with his hardened length.

“Not nearly as much as I love you,” he groaned as he began thrusting into her, showing her exactly how much he desired her in return.

#inuyasha x kagome #inu x kag #inukag #inuxkag week #inuyasha x kagome week #day 4 desire

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uglypastels · 4 years ago

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4-73

Here it goes

4. What do you think about most?

You ;) lmao, no uhhhhh... food?

5: What does your latest text message from someone else say?

from my bf: Hi bb

6: Do you sleep with or without clothes on?

with

7: What’s your strangest talent?

that I have none

8: Girls… (finish the sentence); Boys… (finish the sentence)

Girls like spaghetti, Boys like spaghetti-os (WHY WAS THIS THE FIRST THING THAT CAME UP IN MY HEAD)

9: Ever had a poem or song written about you?

i have unfortunately, it’s like a tradition here that for secret Santa, you write a matching poem for the person you picked, so i’ve had a few poems written for me... all horrible.

10: When is the last time you played the air guitar?

I prefer drums lol, today (In the Air Tonight by Phil Collins)

11. Do you have any strange phobias?

Needles for sure, but if we really are talking strange, than it’s not of heights, but dropping something from high up. Or falling. actually, not even from high up, even like a bridge, or a manhole. i’m so fucking scared of dropping anything anywhere and not being able to get it back.

12: Ever stuck a foreign object up your nose?

lmao i had this barbie bracelet that looked like a septum ring and i loved to pretend i had one. so technically up my nose, but almost.

13: What’s your religion?

Atheist <3

14. If you are outside, what are you most likely doing?

walking back home

15: Do you prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it?

BEHIND

16: Simple but extremely complex. Favorite band?

5SOS???

17. What’s the most recent lie you told?

that i liked the result of my group project

18: Do you believe in karma?

yeah

19: What does your URL mean?

pastels that are ugly

20: What is your greatest weakness; your greatest strength?

weakness: anxiety, strength: creativity

21: Who is your celebrity crush?

Tom Holland

22: Have you ever gone skinny dipping?

yup, it was kinda boring alone lol

23: How do you vent your anger?

unhealthily (is that even a word?)

24: Do you have a collection of anything?

books, pins/badges, and i used to collect angel (figurines) when i was younger)

25: Do you prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online?

on the phone

26: Are you happy with the person you’ve become?

27: What’s a sound you hate; sound you love?

hate: i answered this before and said children crying, but they don’t even have to be crying. love: rain <3

28: What’s your biggest “what if”?

What if I didn’t fail my classes two years ago (cause that's when my life went to complete shit)

29: Do you believe in ghosts? How about aliens?

Yes. Yes. (or at least, I’d like them to be real)

30: Stick your right arm out; what do you touch first? Do the same with your left arm.

right: tablet, left: pack of Arizona ice tea

31: Smell the air. What do you smell?

nothing???

32: What’s the worst place you have ever been to?

uhhh... i can’t remember

33: Choose: East Coast or West Coast?

neither

34: Most attractive singer of your opposite gender?

Harry Styles

35: To you, what is the meaning of life?

36: Define Art.

something that should have been fun in the process of making, but eventually just makes you want to gauge out your eyeballs and then cry :)

37: Do you believe in luck?

sure??

38: What’s the weather like right now?

windy and it just stopped raining <3

39: What time is it?

11:16pm

40: Do you drive? If so, have you ever crashed?

Nope, and because of the idea of crashing, i probably never will

41: What was the last book you read?

The Executioner, by Chris Carter

42: Do you like the smell of gasoline?

Absolutely not, trauma triggers <3

43: Do you have any nicknames?

Zuzia is already a nickname (well, diminutive, same thing)

44: What was the last film you saw?

I watched a part of Dolittle???

45: What’s the worst injury you’ve ever had?

I broke my wrist

46: Have you ever caught a butterfly?

no, never even tried

47: Do you have any obsessions right now?

yeah

48: What’s your sexual orientation?

don’t know, don’t really care

49: Ever had a rumour spread about you?

during a student exchange with a polish school, everyone thought i was dating of the dudes from that school (ngl i did have a crush on him and we did hold hands on a trip to Amsterdam AND he let me borrow his raincoat when we arrived back at school and i still had to cycle home while he was going back with car but FAKE NEWS)

50: Do you believe in magic?

same with ghosts and aliens, i hope it’s real

51: Do you tend to hold grudges against people who have done you wrong?

nah

52: What is your astrological sign?

Sagittarius

53: Do you save money or spend it?

save

54: What’s the last thing you purchased?

a few bday presents for my mom :)

55: Love or lust?

love

56: In a relationship?

YUP <3

57: how many relationships have you had?

2 (and that half one with a polish guy since it was rumoured but still cute lol)

58: Can you touch your nose with your tongue?

nope

59: Where were you yesterday?

in bed

60: Is there anything pink within 10 feet of you?

yes. boxes

61: Are you wearing socks right now?

sure am

62: What’s your favourite animal?

zebra??

63: What is your secret weapon to get someone to like you?

humor?? idk people dont like me

64: Where is your best friend?

at home

65: Give me your top 5 favourite blogs on Tumblr.

@spiderrrling @captainpeggy40 @duskholland @justasmisunderstoodasloki @appreci

66: What is your heritage?

Polish (and Dutch?? eh kinda?)

67: What were you doing last night at 12AM?

texting my boyfriend uwu

68: What do you think is Satan’s last name?

Johnson

69: Be honest. Ever gotten yourself off?

yeah

70: Are you the kind of friend you would want to have as a friend?

sure

71: You are walking down the street on your way to work. There is a dog drowning in the canal on the side of the street. Your boss has told you if you are late one more time you get fired. What do you do?

cry and try to get him out of the canal, fall in myself by doing so probably

72: You are at the doctor’s office and she has just informed you that you have approximately one month to live. a) Do you tell anyone/everyone you are going to die? b) What do you do with your remaining days? c) Would you be afraid?

a) i would tell my family and closest friends b&c) no idea

73: You can only have one of these things; trust or love.

trust

happy now?

#uglypastels answers #spiderrrling

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minsugapie · 5 years ago

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Soulmate

pairing: namjoon x reader

genre: soulmate au, fluff

words: 4039

a/n: YIKE i’m late on 4/7 bday specials this year but here’s joon’s lmao happy belated, sexy boi 😂💕💜

• • • • • •

2 years ago

In a world where soulmates exist, there were always people falling in love, rarely out of it. In a world where soulmates exist, you hadn’t found yours.

Matching, incomplete tattoos.

That’s what distinguished soulmates. They completed once you really looked each other in the eye for the first time. Yours was placed between your breasts, which was probably the first thing that made finding your soulmate hard. The second thing, was the fact that you didn’t like going out and meeting people. There was a tree without any leaves. It was honestly depressing. It didn’t even have any colour.

You had to look at it every time you got dressed, and you hated the sight of it. Sure, it meant that there was somebody out there for you, but it was still not the most pleasant sight to behold.

You were getting drunk at the bar with your friend because earlier that day, you got fired from yet another job. You just wanted to make some money to go back to school. Was that too much to ask for?

You knew you never should have taken that gap year and travelled, completely draining any money that you had effectively saved throughout high school. The excuse that your employers all had was the same. There were budget cuts, and you were the last hired. That meant that you were the first to go.

You were the epitome of bad luck.

On the other hand, your best friend was the best best friend that you could ask for. He was always the greatest support and constantly told you how much he loves you. Really, who needed a soulmate with a friend like that?

Unfortunately, he had found his soulmate a few years back, and they were the happiest couple. His boyfriend preferred staying in and looking after their two cats, so he wouldn’t be showing up any time soon.

“You’ll find something!” He smiled, taking a sip of his drink. It had already been pretty busy in the bar, so whatever the two of you said, it almost needed to be shouted.

“At this rate, I’ll have to go work in grandpa’s restaurant, and it’s kind of the last thing that I want to do. I hate working in food and dealing with people all day long.”

“Oh, you’d be fine. Honestly, you can’t really be picky at the moment.”

You were people watching during your conversation, and a thought flashed through your mind. “Listen, what if I just need to spice up my life a little? I’m in a routine. I’ll do something that will shake up the mix of things!”

Your friend sat straight up on his seat and clapped. “Yes, henny! Like hook up with some guy at this bar tonight?”

You scrunched up your face at his suggestion. “Not exactly where I was going, but it’s not an entirely bad idea…”

“And hey look! That guy just got up to get another drink! He’s hot and not here with anyone but his buddies!” Your friend always did that. Talking to people you didn’t know was entirely out of your comfort zone when in social settings, so how did he think you’d just be able to walk up to this guy. He wasn’t wrong, however, because from afar, that man looked exactly like your type.

“But what if he has his soulmate already? That’ll be just embarrassing for me!”

“What if you’re his soulmate?”

“Doubtful.”

• • • • • •

Namjoon was at the bar with his old schoolmates to celebrate his last night before heading to the army. Actually, both he and Hoseok would be going. They were normally all keen to hangout at one of their houses, but not tonight. Tonight was special.

“So what do the soulmates think about our night out tonight?” Taehyung asked. He and Namjoon were the only ones out of the seven that hadn’t found theirs. Namjoon was about to give up and cared less about it now. He was convinced that his soulmate lived across the world because there was no way that she lived here. He would have found her already. Taehyung was ever the optimist, so he was always on the lookout.

“Honestly, mine is just sad that I’ll be leaving for two years,” Hoseok commented, taking a sip of his water. He was driving tonight. He probably wanted to do some things with his fiancée when he got home. Come tomorrow afternoon, he and Namjoon would be on a bus and headed out.

“That’s a bonus to finding your soulmate, Tae, they have trust in you,” Jimin had found his soulmate the day that he got his tattoo. His soulmate was his girlfriend at the time. He simply didn’t know what it was like to live and have to find the other person.

“Well, I wouldn’t know now would I?” Tae countered, downing the rest of his drink, spilling his shirt. It made the group of guys laugh.

“I think Joon will find his soulmate soon,” Jin announced with a knowing look. He always said random things out of the blue and a lot of times, they came true.

“Yah! How could that be? I’m going away for two years?” Namjoon asked Jin, looking around at the others and finding their expressions similar.

“Well, cheers! Because if Jin said it, it must be true!” Jungkook laughed, patting his hyungs on the back. He was sitting between Jin and Namjoon, effectively able to reach them both at once.

“Maybe you’ll find her at the bar tonight,” Yoongi joked with a straight face. Namjoon watched as he looked around the place, spotting anyone who looked to be looking for the soulmates. That was common, going to the bar after work to see if one’s soulmate was trying to find them as well.

“Pfft, okay, sure,” Namjoon replied, getting up from his seat to get another drink. If he was going to have to deal with this soulmate talk all night, he needed more alcohol. However, what he didn’t expect was for some girl to walk up to him before he could even make it there.

“Listen. Do you have your soulmate?” You asked, looking anywhere but into his eyes. He could tell it was on purpose.

“I do not,” was all he could muster. He’d never seen you before, and he couldn’t help but admire your courage. By the looks of it, you weren’t one of those people without soulmates that frequently went to the bar simply to hook up with other people without their soulmates.

“Do you think I’m hot?” You bluntly followed, taking him by surprise.

Who was this girl? Namjoon took a step back from you and looked you up and down. He definitely thought you were. In fact, he’d argue that you were the most beautiful person he’d ever seen. Taking a deep breath, he replied, “Yes.”

“Good. Then let’s go,” you urged, taking his hand and leading him to the bathrooms. He still hadn’t been able to meet your eye. You were looking anywhere but at his eyes. Did you not want to see if you two were soulmates?

“Where are we going?” He asked with a laugh. You were quick at pulling him away from his friends. He wondered what they were talking about, and if they had seen what just happened.

You dragged him right into the girls’ bathroom, pulling him into the nearest stall. You didn’t waste another second before you kissed him.

Namjoon was in no position to deny what you wanted from him. He hadn’t hooked up with anyone in a long time. He had been worried about what his soulmate would think, but after this long without any new developments in the soulmate department, he thought it was about time to break his dry spell.

The fervour he put into the kiss surprised him. Just how much he liked the feeling of your lips on his also surprised him. He had you pinned against the wall of the stall, using your hair to angle your head how he pleased. You only responded exactly how he wanted to how aggressive he was being.

It didn’t take long for the two fo you to pick up the pace, tongues dancing, teeth clashing. It was intense, hot, and he could only think about the heat of your hands on his back. You were wearing a button up, and he was quick to undo them, exposing your chest to him. Your hands gripped his ass, pulling him flush against your waist. Namjoon already blatantly wanted you; every inch of you was his for the taking at the moment, and he couldn’t wait any longer.

He backed away from you forcing you to look into his eyes. He wished you’d have let him look into them before because they were beautiful. You were breathing quickly, not letting go of your grip on his waist. However, he wasn’t about to waste any more time. He looked down, taking in the swell of your breasts before noticing the outline of a shape, mostly covered by your bra.

“What’s this?” He asked, hooking his finger underneath where the wires connected to pull the bra away and get a better look.

“Oh, th-that’s my soulmate mark. It’s not completed yet if that’s what you’re wondering,” you breathed. Namjoon barely heard what you said because what you were saying definitely did not match what he was looking at.

What he saw was a tattoo in the process of being completed. A cherry blossom tree with leaves and blossoms in beautiful pinks and greens.

It couldn’t be this? You couldn’t be his soulmate. There was absolutely no way that this could have happened like this. He didn’t want to find you now. Now wasn’t the time. He was leaving. He had given up finding you.

“Something came up! We have to go!” Namjoon heard a man call out after he barged into the bathroom.

“Oh, that’s me,” you whispered, pushing him off. Namjoon was reluctant to let you go, but what could be done?

You were out of his sight in a matter of seconds, the button on your shirt done up like what just happened between you two wasn’t actually real. It hadn’t happened.

• • • • • •

Present day

You were cleaning the tables at your grandfather’s restaurant, exactly what you hadn’t wanted to do. But he was family, and you had time to help out. The extra tip money didn’t hurt either. When your grandfather had fallen and sprained his ankle a while back, you came in to help out, and even though he was now better, you hadn’t left.

As much as you hadn’t like it at the beginning, you loved your job, and you loved interacting with the regulars. This restaurant was like a big, extended family.

“Hmm, it’s about time Namjoon comes back, don’t you think?” you heard your grandfather say from across the restaurant during the afternoon lull.

“Who’s Namjoon?” It didn’t surprise you that he was talking about some random customer. He loved them all like family.

“Oh, right. You were never here when he was a regular. His parents used to come in every week, and then when he grew up, he used to come in with his sister every week for coffee. When she moved away, he started coming by himself and bringing a book or homework or simply to chat with me.” This Namjoon guy seemed like a nice dude. You wondered briefly what had happened to him. You’d been working here for a year and a half now, and he hadn’t been in once.

“Where’s he been?” You blurted as you swept the floors.

Taking a seat, your grandfather sighed before replying, “He’s doing his military service.”

That would make perfect sense if he was someone around your age. “When’s he coming back?”

“He should be back any day. I wonder if he found his soulmate yet. He was looking pretty hard for a few years there.” Your grandfather stared at the fading tattoo on the inside of his arm. Your grandma had passed a few years back, and he’d been lonely ever since; you could tell. There was a reason he kept himself busy with this place and all the people.

Seeing him staring at his tattoo made you think of yours. You still wondered why and how it was complete. You couldn’t even miss him or long for him because you had no idea who he was. There was no way you met your soulmate and didn’t realize.

“Well maybe when he comes back, he’ll be with his soulmate.”

Later that night, when you were wiping down the tables after the dinner rush, you heard the bell above the door jingle. Nobody ever came in at this time. Looking towards the door, you noticed a man dressed in a camouflage uniform and a duffle bag.

Maybe this was Namjoon? It was too much of a coincidence for it to not be after what your grandfather had told you this afternoon.

“Grandpa,” you heard the man call, sitting down in a booth like he’d been doing the exact same routine his entire life. You watched as he looked down at the table and traced something in the wood. It was a carving that you’d noticed before. Maybe he was the culprit.

Your grandfather was busy in the backroom with some calculations, so you walked over to the table to greet the man. “He’s in the back.”

The man looked startled to see you, taking his hat off and bowing quickly. “You scared me.”

When you finally made eye contact with the guy, a spark of recognition passed between you two. You’d seen this guy before.

• • • • • •

Namjoon recognized you the second you walked in front of him. He was sure he would have noticed you earlier if you would have been facing the door when he walked into the shop.

You were simply staring at him but not in the way that he wanted you to be staring at him. He knew that you were his soulmate, but obviously you didn’t know the same. How could you? You weren’t the one that say your tattoo change in front of your eyes. You weren’t the one that knew that his tattoo, which had previously only been flower petals, was complete. It was now two branches with beautiful buds all around going across his collarbones.

Actually, he’d been quite annoyed with you for the last two years. For one, he didn’t know if he’d be able to find you again because he didn’t even get your name. And then on top of that, whenever he was asked about you after some of the guys had seen his full tattoo, he had nothing to say because he had no idea who you were.

“You’re that guy from the bar that night, right?” You asked, and he noticed that you looked a little shy. You had a menu in your hand, but Namjoon didn’t need it. He knew it like the back of his own hand.

“You mean the one that you dragged into the bathroom and made out with?” He attempted to joke, realizing that you were easily embarrassed when you blushed as soon as the words left his mouth.

“The very one,” you laughed, still visibly embarrassed about what had happened that night, whether you wanted to be or not. “How do you know my grandpa?”

Namjoon’s whole body froze. The man that he’d always considered to be a part of his family was actually a part of your family. “I’ve been coming here since I was little. How come I’ve never seen you here before?”

You sighed, taking a seat in the booth across from him after looking around to see if there was anyone in the restaurant. Namjoon didn’t understand it, but he felt very comfortable with you, and he hoped you felt the same way about him.The only thing was, he didn’t know how he was going to be able to bring up the whole soulmate thing without freaking you out.

“I never liked coming here because I hated seeing people that I didn’t know. I was really shy,” you admitted. “Although, I did spend time in the back a lot. You probably never saw me because I was always back there.”

Namjoon opened his mouth to form a reply, but nothing came. You continued, “So why is this your first stop back after getting off?”

“Grandpa makes the best coffee and feel good food so here I am, wanting to cheer myself up. But, it seems something else has done it this time instead of the food.”

Namjoon would be lying to everyone, including himself, if he didn’t acknowledge how beautiful you’d become in two years. Your hair, which had previously been very long, was chopped just above your shoulders, your face matured, your body just as beautiful as he remembered. Only this time, he got a good look at you. There were no hindrances like bad lighting and kissing to stop him from fully looking at you now.

You scrunched your eyebrows together, seeming to process that information that he’d just spewed. When he noticed you feel awkward and stood abruptly, he kind of felt bad.

“I should get back to work.”

“But there’s nobody else here…” He tilted his head, putting on his best flirty face. “Listen, do you want to continue what we started at the bar?” He knew he was reaching, but he thought that maybe the best way you could find out about the tattoo would be if you found it yourself.

You seemed taken aback by what he’d suggested, so he quickly stood and added, “You don’t have to. I just think it’s a shame that neither of us really got what we wanted that night.”

You squinted your eyes at him. “Are you sure you’re not just lonely after being away from girls for so long? I’m trying to focus on school and graduating in the next couple of years. I don’t need any kind of distraction, let alone some guy, who’s not even my soulmate wanting to hook up with me even though I’ve technically met my soulmate. I have no idea who he is. Plus, I doubt he’d be fine with it since it’s clear we know of each other’s existence.”

“I’m sure he would be very okay with it, happy even.”

“Are you some sort of sadist or something?”

Namjoon wanted to continue this playful banter with you because he thought it was hilarious. Your reactions were exactly what he was expecting. However your grandpa came out of the back. “Namjoon! I thought I heard your voice! You’ve grown up so much!”

Namjoon’s face broke into a smile at the sight of the old man. He instantly went to him and hugged him. “I’m back for good now, Grandpa.” It was emotional, seeing this man for the first time in years.

“Are you bugging him, honey?”

“Actually, grandpa, he’s the one bugging me. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go to the kitchen and clean.”

Namjoon watched as you retreated, completely interested in you. Everything that you were was what he wanted.

“She’s my soulmate,” he whispered, loud enough for Grandpa to hear, but not loud enough for you to have heard it form the back.

“Don’t joke about things like that,” Grandpa laughed, sitting in the booth with Namjoon.

“I’m not joking. We met the night before I left. She doesn’t know it’s me.” After saying the words, he was slightly sad, but he knew it would be fine, since you were working in his favourite place in the world.

“Well, then I’ll let you two figure it out. What did you say to make her mad?”

Now that was something that Namjoon would not share with the kind old man. It was just too much.

• • • • • •

A few weeks had passed, and your grandpa was out on an errand that afternoon.

While twiddling your fingers because no one was around, you realized that you had almost had it with Namjoon. He was coming into the shop at the same time every day, and every day, he was charming you.

In reality, it wasn’t him that you were frustrated with. It was yourself.

You couldn’t not look at him.

When he had first walked into the shop, he was gorgeous, fit, just done his military service. How could someone not be attracted to him? Now, whenever he walked into the shop with his everyday clothes and the books that he was reading, you couldn’t help but stare at him when you thought he wasn’t looking.

He flirted with you when you served him, and as much as you were resisting his charms, you knew he was going to wear you down.

Ever since he suggested finishing what you’d started in the bar, you’d been thinking about it. Whenever he spoke, you remembered the feel on his lips on yours. Whenever he moved, you imagine his muscles while they held you.

It was an intense desire for something, or more someone, that you’d never experienced before.

So it was on that fateful day, when he walked in, wearing a v-neck and glasses, that you’d had enough of your own emotions.

You swiftly walked by the door after he walked in and turned the open sign to closed. Then you grabbed his hand and pulled him away before he was able to sit down. “Come with me,” you whispered.

Namjoon simply followed you without hesitation, dropping his book on the table. “Woah, this is what the back room looks like,” he laughed once you’d pulled him out of window shot.

You looked at him directly in the eye as you then said, “Do you still want to finish what we couldn’t at the bar?”

He tilted his head comically to the side. “I thought you were waiting for your soulmate.”

“Well, he’s not coming along, and you’re…tempting.” Normally these words would have embarrassed you, but this time, didn’t feel any kind.

“I’m tempting?” He teased, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear with a smirk.

“Are you going to answer my question?”

Namjoon shook his head, going down to meet your lips. Kissing was familiar with him, but a really good familiar. He was warm and hugged you to him as soon as he could. Your hands mussed his hair as you deepened the kiss. He sat back onto the edge of the desk, bringing you with him.

You let your hands fall down to his chest, feeling the muscle underneath your fingertips. You upped away, wanting to see what you were feeling. Peeking out from his v-neck was a tattoo, probably his soulmate mark, so you pulled the shirt completely over his head to inspect it further. It was similar to yours.

From the corner of your eyes, you could see he was waiting for your reaction. Really, you didn’t know how to react because it all made sense. What had happened between the two of you the bar was destiny.

“Why didn’t you tell me that it was you the day you came in?” You asked calmly, not taking your eyes off the tattoo. It was beautiful and accentuated his chest nicely.

“I was going to tell you, but I chickened out. If I knew you were going to be this calm about it, I would have told you so long ago. We’ve wasted so much time.”

You smiled at his words. “I don’t know. I kinda enjoyed our little game that we had going on. We wouldn’t have been able to get to know each other the same way if you’d straight up told me,” you explained. How could you have no realized that it was him? It was obvious. No wonder he was so tempting.

Namjoon smiled, eyes glistening as he silently agreed that the game was fun. “Well, either way, I guess we should make up for lost time. Wanna come over after work? I should go before grandpa comes back from the market and finds us like this…”

• • • • • •

MASTERLIST

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chilly-me-softly · 5 years ago

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Birthday Boy • Ben Chilwell

It’s Ben’s birthday, I’m excited like it’s mine don’t ask me why, so I couldn't not write something, could I? x

You text Ben back with a little face sending hearts and, having a few hours for you, you decide to start preparing everything.

Hiding the fact you had to leave to avoid ruining the surprise to the birthday boy had been hard the last few days, you were eager to start carrying on with work and he complained because he couldn't spend his birthday with his family.

That's why you had made a list with the most important things to not forget on the notes on your phone, so now you would have done it sooner. Or so you thought.

"Mommy, it's daddy's birthday now?" your baby is hesitating to join you while he rubs his eyes still sleepy, the kids' stuff almost got fixed now it's your turn.

"No silly boy" you giggle as you pick him up and lay him on your bed. "But you said it would be when I woke up" he replies pouting a little.

And you smile, folding a small T-shirt and carefully putting it in the suitcase before giving him an answer, "After bed time, not a nap" you put your finger on his nose and he complains.

"Go get your present for daddy so we can pack it in the suitcase" and the child regains his smile by running to his room.

"Mommy, is it Daddy's birthday now?" you hear a voice coming from your side of the bed and you sigh, you definitely wish you'd slept more. You stayed up until one a.m. on video chat with Ben, wanting at least some time alone with him to wish him happy birthday and chat quietly. And with the day ahead of you, you didn't realize that a super-excited three-year-old boy would wake you up, as if it was Christmas day.

"Mommy!" he shakes you up, and you reach out and start touching his face.

His laughter echoes across the room, automatically forming a smile on your face, "What are you doing?"

"There's got to be a way to turn off a beautiful baby"

"No, there isn't" he says smartass, while other little screams catch your attention. "Oh hi, how'd you get out of the crib uh?" you coo, sitting on the bed, to the little girl who's trying to find a way to get up, but it's still a little early for her to do it.

"I got her" the boy says as he goes to help her, and you think you'll never get used to seeing the two interact like that.

"Okay, but don't ever do that again if your father and I aren't in the room, okay?" you warn him as you pick the baby up to put her on the bed and your boy nods climbing alone.

"Can we call daddy now?"

"Okay, Alex did you get everything?" you check with the kid again after you load the suitcase into the car. Leicester was having an away game

right at Ben's birthday this year, which is why you couldn't spend it together. Since you've been with Ben, it has often happened that because of the various schedules, you celebrate some important dates in advance or a few days late. In the early days you even followed him wherever he was to spend at least some hours together. But since the kids were there your needs had changed, you certainly couldn't move as freely as before. And you were quite comprehensive about it, the time you spent together was always very important, but the children were disappointed. Alex above all, Gemma was still too young to understand what was happening around her.

And so you just thought you'd catch up with him and spend an ordinary day for you, at a different stadium. The boy had been so excited about it that it hadn't been difficult to make him keep it a secret during those days, wanting at all costs not to spoil the surprise and make his daddy happy. He had been such a good actor, wishing Ben an happy birthday and asking him when he would be back that morning, that you almost worried about when he would grow up.

"Yes" he answered, almost bouncing around, looking forward to getting in the car. You hope he'll collapse during the trip, if only because he woke up so early.

Gemma is asleep when you put her in the car, and you plan she should continue to do so for most of the trip having just eaten.

"So, do you remember what your job is?" you ask and he nods while you're adjusting his seatbelt. "Keep Gems company if she wakes up"

"Good boy" and so after you get in the driver's seat, you finally set off on your adventure.

"Daddy!" exclaims the baby as soon as Ben's face appears on the phone screen.

"Oi! Did you steal your mum's phone again?" Ben laughs as he sees only part of his son's face because of the way he holds it.

"Only borrowed" you can hear some laughter in the background, probably he must be with the rest of the team.

"Alex take the phone away from you face so daddy can see you" you suggest looking in the rear-view mirror.

"Better?" the boy asks his father, and his eyes glow when he answers positively and says he's a good boy. He's always been a daddy's boy, even though he spent far too much time with you during the day as soon as Ben walked through the door or for some reason had a day off, there was only him.

"Hey, where are you guys going?" it's impossible not to notice the Leicester hat with the big ball on top, which Alex always uses when he has to go out.

"Mum's taking us to the park, look she's there and here's Gems" the boy turns the phone around in his own way, first framing you who's driving and then the little girl by his side who's still sleeping.

Ben smiles, even though the images were very rough and blurry. "Ooh I see. You have fun without me"

"Don't cry daddy, when you come back we'll go again" he replies shrugging while more laughter rumbles in the room and you can clearly hear James's voice saying he loves that boy.

They stay talking for a few more minutes until Ben has to go and so he hangs up. The nearly three hours journey is almost over luckily when the boy starts to get tired of sitting still, nothing to do and not being able to sleep.

And when you park the car, it's almost lunchtime, so with Gemma just awake in the carrier on your back and keeping Alex in sight, you settle into the hotel room booked for that night.

You had Brendan's help to arrange everything, well more like you asked his permission. You never wanted to get in the way when Ben was there for work after all. But the boss had made himself available to surprise one of his boys and agreed with you on the best time to introduce you. Lunch time seemed like a great idea, but you didn't give him a specific time. With two children in charge, it wasn't easy to plan things down to the smallest detail, always an unknown what might happen.

And in fact, after feeding the kids you had to change Gemma while Alex was more and more anxious to go see his father. And you had to keep an eye on him crouched in front of the door, being afraid he might run away at any moment, while you were trying not to make the baby girl cry in front of you, who didn't want to change at all.

"Okay, all done. Take the gift, we're going to daddy"

The signal to enter is the happy birthday song, Brendan had left the room pretending a phone call to check if you had arrived. After greeting him and thanking him again, you take the cake in your hands while he picks up the little girl, who happily allows herself to be picked up without any problem and everyone start singing.

Alex waits for nothing else, spurred into his father's arms, who picks him up still shocked. Squeezing him in his arms as he looks at you and you shrug after placing the cake on the table.

He comes to hug you leaving his son with James, eager to hold you in his arms and finally kiss you. "What are you doing here?"

"Well it's not like us to spend our birthdays apart and the kids were so sad" your arms go around his neck while his arms go around your waist.

"The kids eh?" he rolls his eyes jokingly as you shrug again.

"Damn I love you" and he doesn't give you time to answer that his lips are already on yours.

It's time to pamper the little princess, too. Better get her off Brendan's arms before she rips his nose off. Gemma laughs and babbles incomprehensible things while Ben plays with her, pretending to eat her hand or filling her with kisses.

And Alex comes running back to his father, his backpack swinging for the ride. "Daddy your gift!" in a moment he squats at his father's feet to rummage through the backpack and pull it out.

Smiling, he waits for it to open, while you make him sit on the table so Ben can sit down and open everything calmly and easily. 'HapPy BdaY DaddY' appears under his eyes in a card, both his children's hands painted under the inscription. And his eyes get wet, since he had the children he has discovered a new side of himself. Always so emotional and with a heart full of joy, as if it could burst at any moment.

"I told you he'd cry" you muttered to the baby when you saw Ben's reaction and he giggles as Alex leans over to hug him.

"I love you" whispered in his ear and his bright eyes came to you for a moment.

And in the evening, when you return to the room with an extra member, the children are immediately put on the bed because exhausted by the day they have fallen asleep forcing you to carry them up.

Leave a kiss on both their foreheads as always and while you take a moment to watch them sleep peacefully, Ben points you to the bathroom with his head. You follow him confused, "What-" but he draws you to him by kissing you and leaning against the sink.

"I love you. Thank you for all this" he leaves you another kiss and you stay there for a few minutes enjoying the silence until you can no longer hold a yawn and Ben takes you to bed.

He watches you sleep, you're clearly exhausted from the day too, falling asleep as soon as you put your head on the pillow. And with your children between you -Alex with one arm on Gemma's body to protect her- his name on the back of all your shirts, he thinks that maybe the ring waiting for you under the tree at home isn't even half of what you deserve.

#ben chilwell #ben chilwell imagine #ben chilwell imagines #football imagine #football imagines #happy birthday chilly

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felixrivercatton · 4 years ago

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title: I made a calculated decision (but man am I bad at math)

send me a made-up fic title and i’ll tell you what i would write to go with it

this answer sure is 7 weeks late but that should tell you something about my writing practices lmfao

Anyways, I feel like it would certainly be a good ole wholesome (if not slightly predictable) High School AU.

Char A is a decent student; nothing extraordinary, maybe one of those kids that tested off the charts when they were little and then grew up feeling all kinds of pressure to uphold that but time goes on and life happens and they’re not some super genius and it sucks ‘cause they feel like they’re disappointing their parents. Or parent. Maybe there’s only the one. Single dad, maybe? They’ve got a younger sibling who really really wants something expensive AF for their birthday, and they’re not the most well- off household, and y’know they’re smart enough to understand that but damn they wanna give their younger sibling that bday present.

Char B is... drumroll... an athlete of some sort that needs good grades to stay on their team, and I think perhaps they get some ribbing with ‘dumb jock’ jokes but they’re a lil bit sensitive bc they’re TRYING ok but math is hard. So their parents (too rich and very busy but they love their kid & they mean well)- go looking for a tutor in an effort to support their child’s hobby.

Maybe they happen to remember some old family friends- or a family friend- that they’ve drifted apart from for whatever reason- who have (had) a real smart kid. Maybe they happen to run in to said kid out and about town and light up all “Will you tutor Blabla twice a week? We’ll pay you 20 bucks a session?” And Char A is a lil uncomfortable bc they don’t know these people well and hate letting anyone down but I mean, tutoring??? They’re looking for a job but yikes. So they’re kinda... “Well, I mean, I don’t know,” Which Char B’s parents take to be reluctance bc of the price or whatever, maybe twenty is a lil cheap these days and these ARE high school kids after all maybe they’re savin up for Cars and Such so they’re like “Well okay, how about 40?” And Char A kinda blinks. I mean.... 80 bucks a week...... but the blinking is taken as more hesitance so the parents go up to 50, and Char A just kinda frantically nods bc well Okay if you insist on giving me a hundred dollars for spending a couple hours with your kid, Jesus, i’ll google how to do whatever I don’t know how to teach, how bad can it be?

Anyways the tutoring sessions go about as well as you’d expect and honestly Char B is probably better at the math than Char A which... some point when B corrects A on something, A will just kinda stare and be Embarrassed and try to play it off with some joke about how “I thought you were supposed to be the stupid one” but you know Char B is kinda sensitive about that and it hurts their feelings so they kinda snap back with a “I thought you were supposed to be smart” and kinda leaves in a huff bc theyre Mad

And then they both bomb their midterms, Char B’s Parents fire Char A,

I’m sure there’s a reconciliation in there either before or because Char B eventually finds out why Char A was even tutoring to begin with and they buy Char A’s sibling that coveted bday present and THEN it gets real gay (B probably receives a v emotional keese as a ‘thank you’) and they live blissfully ever after, probably with an eventual confrontation with B’s parents (maybe they’re studying together and B’s parents are like we FIRED your ass and B’s like ‘you can’t fire them from dating me tho’)

anyways I’m sure I wrote way more than I was meant to for this but that’s the story of my life

#i need a tag for this #tutoring shenanigans #mayorwarhead

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charmed-asylum · 5 years ago

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𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓷𝓮𝓻𝓼

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Summary: Finn Cox had everything boy would ever dream of a hot cheerleader girlfriend, loved by everyone, and caption of his hockey team. So why is since Camille Dawson step into his life he starts to have second thoughts about everything

FYI: You know what sucks being sick during the holidays. Anyway, we about to get into the good stuff. Sorry not sorry but you might go through an emotional roller coaster Lets CHAT Come get a tag or Whatnot. If you are new catch up :)

✨ The Partners: Ch. 1 / Ch. 2 ✨

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Nikkei was piss he could not be at her cheerleading practice. Something he just didn’t care for and had time to fake it.

“ Look I’m sorry Nic. Things have been crazy with my mom” Finn said walking beside her down the hallway. She was shuggle under his arms wrap like a ribbon around a pretty Christmas present. “How do I look, Finn Cox. WE are captains not being together. Is just unheard of. Me alone with no public PDA. You nowhere to be found. Sometimes I feel you don’t care about my needs. Just yours. You know that selfish “ Nikkei said with hatred. He remands quite just mumble yes dear. Camille was walking swiftly down the hallway carrying too many books coming in the opposite direction. “ See you in class Cam” Finn shout out to her. She smiled nodded yes and continue on her way almost tripping on her shoelace. Nikkei stop and yanked him close to a window. “Another thing. Don’t do that with her when I’m with you. Knowledge her like that. It’s belittling Finn. Better yet do not do it at all in school. People were talking and not good stuff. Stop it or else by 12 periods you be nothing” Nikkei said with her arms cross. He rolled his eyes. Said the girl who cheats on daily tripping on a friendship. “ Nikkei she nothing but a partner for a class you heard Kev. She a golden ticket so I’m playing nice. Freakin chill. You have nothing to worry about “ Finn said holding her tight. He started to kiss her lifting her against the glass window. Making sure all those worries were wrong.

He just missed the bell after a full-blown makeout session with Nikkei. “ Your late” the teacher said tapping at the desk. Finn sat in the back tried his best to pay attention but all he could think about was what Nikkei said. Camille was just a friend. Yeah, he thought about her a lot and stuff but was it more. Nah. He needs a break to talk it over with someone. Raising his hand he quickly rushes to the bathroom.

Camille sneaked into the boy's bathroom flustered at him. “ We gotta make up a schedule Finno. I was in class. Yeah, we were watching a movie -” she stopped and looked at him. “ We should probably not be in the boy's bathroom “she said looking around. He grabbed her hand and walk into a nearby empty classroom.

“ I just wanna tell you things might come around on something I said and it’s not true” Finn said. "Willy Wonka" Camille said standing by the bookshelf. He got closer and stood in front of her confused. “What does that mean” Finn said a bit irritated. Camille walk around him and walks towards the back of the classroom creating some space. “ Golden ticket. I’m not stupid. I was aware of what your intentions were. Nikkei probably acting like any girl would. I’m sure I add a few punches this week” Camille said moving her hair behind her ear and grinned. She looked up at him through her natural thick black lashes. “ How you know” Finn said growing close to her. She wiggles her shoulders a bit at the question. “ Isn’t that what you want to say... Is it your mom" Camille said holding onto his forearm. Finn looks down at her hand. It was like a gentle touch. She brushed her thumb against his bicep smoothing him. A touch he didn't want to let go. Still, he did not move it away. “ No. she fine. She has doctor appointments today. What should I do with Nikkei” Finn asked? Camille sighed. “She looks like a person that’s a big show me. You should take her out. Somewhere where she can get all dolled up but also a place you people go too. Alright, Cox" Camille said a bit chipper. “When did you become my bro, “ Finn said with a chuckle. Camille walk towards the door looks back towards him. “ Maybe your just my sista. Tonight take her out. I have your back with your parents” Camille said leaving. Finn nods and started to laugh. “ I already sent you a link. The private plane ride got a coupon and good to take pics “ Camille said poking her head inside before going.

Finn rushed back and made an excuse. While anyone wasn’t looking he put everything together and sent Nikkei a text to meet up after school. He waited for her by the gym entrance after practice. Nikkei walk out with her hair perfectly straight down with a middle part a white blouse with a big black bow and a short plaid skirt that went above her knees all in red pumps. Completely different from what she was wearing this morning. Then again making your friends give up their lockers to you can probably do that. He held on to a dozen on red roses. Nikkei took them and hand it to her friend. “ What the big surprise “ Nikkei asked. Finn grabs her hand and walks her to his car. “ It’s a surprise" Finn said excitedly. She said nothing just text on her phone. Finn looks over and tried to start a conversation with her. Nothing. Pulling out his phone he texts Camille for pointers.

Cam😇: Probably not txt the girl she had a problem 😛 w/ & say her makeup look hot makes me wanna kiss you lol

Finn clears his throat. “ You know Nic you're looking hella fine those lips so juicy I can’t wait to kiss them, “Finn said trying to sound cool. Nikkei look up from her phone and beamed. “Really because I been using this makeup that cost $200 the bare minimum. Where we going “ Nikkei asks eagerly. Finn tried not to sweat. “ Somewhere special for my lady” Finn said. He pulled into a runway he and parks by a plane. “ I want to show you the world so I decided to start with this. Private half-hour ride" Finn gesturing to the plane. Nikkei smile and took her phone out. “ Oh, my gosh those salty bitches gonna be so jealous “ Nikkei said recording what was happening. Finn rushes his hands through his hair. “ Probably talk too” Finn mumbled. She was paying him no mind the whole time live streaming and took selfies. Finn hated it. He just looks out the whole time wishing he was somewhere else.

Nikkei was thrilled and delighted after the ride. Happy and not talking crazy like before. She clings to him the whole ride home calling anyone who answers and brag.

He lends against the door waiting for Camille. It was crunch time two more weeks then presentations were starting. Yo, what up for BDay 🤢🍺Kevin text. He started to text back when Camille came walking down the hallway with her hair bouncing around one side to another.“ Smile" Camille said holding up her very old camera. Finn knocks it to the side and walks in with her. “ What up with the Father Time over here” Finn asked holding the camera. He went to take a picture of Camille till she stops him waving her hand to cover her face. “ Didn’t your parents tell you gotta warn a girl before taking a picture? “ Camille said muttering through her hands. Finn giggle. "Okay" he said laughing at her. Peaking through her fingers Camille looks at him,” How was yesterday “. Finn sat back in the seat and took pictures of random things. “ It was alright” Finn said. Camille let her hands down and look at him. She said nothing just look at him. She always knew. “ I enjoy it though. How do you find out about that place” Finn asks? “ My uncle took me when I first came here and no anything else you gotta wait until after we gets work done or buy the audiobook ” Camille said. “Alright ALRIGHT. Cam I was thinking we can get a few people tonight before the game and some today during class” Finn said pulling at his notebook. “ Ready when you are” Camille said getting up.

She was writing down some notes a curl drop down in front of her forehead. “ You owe me a game” Finn said lending against the desk. She stopped and chuckled to herself. “ Yeah. Been there done that. I’m good. Thanks “ Camille said. He looked at her then around holding his hands to scream. "HEY GUESS WHAT" Finn started to shout. Camille pulled at his arms down giggling. “ Okay. Okay. But we gotta get some shots so do good” Camille said getting up to leave. “ YES DEAR” Finn shout out. She turns around and puts her pinky up at him and walks away.

His mom and dad decided to come after finding out their new buddy was coming. It was an important game very important. One of those you win it really can mean something. Nikkei's ex-team was their biggest rival. He stood tall putting on his gear when she walks in baby blue jeans Bon Jovi vintage tour t-shirt and a big brown jacket camera swinging side to side. Flash “ You can’t be here. Dawson" coach said before she got to him. She peaks over his broad shoulders to look at Finn. Looking back down bashful, "I’m sorry coach Jackson. Thought it was the girl locker. While I’m here can I take a few pictures for the yearbook” He nods and point towards the opposite direction Finn was. He wanted to laugh he could only imagine her in the boy's locker room again.

“Alright but make it February girls get sappy for that love shit” Kevin said walking over. Throwing his jersey on his approached Finn. “ Man you got a piece of that attention” Kevin said pointing at where he just came from. Finn looked over once more. “ What action you talking about. Get your mind right” Finn said closing his locker. Kevin wave his hands and points towards where Camille was. “ Nothing. Bro. Look your partner over there taking pics of us. Said it can be a calendar good. Imagine tons of tens shut even fives under me in their beds. Touching themselves in their bedrooms holding a fucking teddy ” Kevin said laughing.

Finn got up and walk off. He was a bit conflicted. Yeah, she was a friend but a part of him didn’t get why she was talking to others. By the time he walked over no one but the team manager was there cleaning. “ Where the girl ” Finn asked. “ Cox. She left but hey I got a picture she said might be good for February “ he said. Finn kicked a ball and walk off. “ Say cheese buck a roo” Camille said sitting down by his locker. He sighs and walks pass towards his bag. She followed behind. “ What up with you talking to the guys" Finn asked throwing things into his bag. She took off her glass and look at him her big brown Bambi eyes sparkle against the tacky ceiling lights. “ Look at me. I had to make a reason why I am in the guy's locker room. I did get in trouble last time I bust in here. Do you want me to get in trouble? Finn” she said putting them back on. He stops throwing things in. STUPID “ Oh. Yeah, I knew that. So a calendar” Finn said. Lending against the locker beside his.” Yeah, I actually might make a calendar now. Kinda feel bad for lying. I can probably put it together by the final game if you win today. Oh, wait my uncle said good luck “ she said pulling at the camera straps blushing. He never saw he blush like that. Of course, she gets bashful but she always looks away or coughs in her oversize sleeves. Finn smiled and starts to say something. “ Cox Dawson. You gotta go” Coach said. Camille nodded and left. Finn watches as she left. Thanks, Cam Cam

He walked out with the rest of the team. This was it his home safe place. Something about playing made him excited thrill happy pump everything. He looks out to Nikkei with her friends. Then in the far center, Camille was sitting by his mom. Will on the other end next to his dad cheering out loud waving foam fingers. Both his dad and Will was wearing the team color paint on their face waving their beer in the air. Camille smiled was so bright that it was could be brighter than the sun. She waved at him and pointed so his mom can see him. He looked back at the ice and took a deep breath in, GAME TIME.

The sweat rushes down his face as he made the winning shot as the bell rings. Finn drops to the ground and screams out loud with excitement. The floor started to shake as everyone stomp and scream filled the whole arena. Tears flow down his cheeks mixing with the sweat and blood from a busted lip. Everyone jumped on top of him yelling. Flash He looked over to see Camille at the corner of his eye taking a picture of him with the team. His mom came over to her and talk to her for a second before walking back together where they came from. He slaps everyone hand and got lost in the win.

His parents waited for him by the parking lot. Waving signs rooting for their boy. Dad playfully patted his back and mess his hair. “Good game kid. Like how you listen to me about those shots you took and D” dad said rubbing his back. “ Yea dad” Finn responded looking around for Camille. Mom taps his side. “ Don’t worry she be coming soon. You ask her out yet “ mom said with a big smile. She liked Camille a lot. “ No. I got a girlfriend ma. Camillie just a friend “Finn said rolling his eyes. He spotted Will walking over on the phone. No Camille. “ Yo Will over here” Finn said waving him to come over. Will wave okay and finish his call. “Any plans with the team “ mom asked holding dad's hands. “ Coach invited the team for pizza so we doing that I guess" Finn said looking around for Camille. Where was she at she was fine a minute ago.

Will wave at everyone and walk over. “ Yeah, I know. I don’t know baby alright. I talk later” Will said rattled. “ Where Camille “ mom asked worriedly. Finn looks at her then at Will waiting for an answer. “ Huh, she alright. Girl stuff. You know that time of the month. She said she was sorry. Good game Finno” Will said rubbing his hands. Finn looks over by where the high school entrance then again at Will. “ Can you tell her I call later if that’s okay with you just to check on her ” Finn asked. Will frown a bit and nodded okay. He spoke to his parents to the side even inviting them to his yacht to celebrate the win when he comes back from a business trip.

It was loud a lot of cheering. In good sport coach invited the other team. Surprisingly they show. It was probably the free food and trash talk. He tried enjoying himself but all he could do was think just what changes in those minutes. Maybe it was something he did. “ Yo to Finn Da Cox sucker. Great win bro” Kevin said raising his drink. Everyone rooting him on. “ Thanks, K “ Finn said spotting Nikkei walking in with her ex. Crushing the red cup in his hand he gave her a look. Nikkei wave goodbye and walk over to Finn and the guys. “ What up with that. Really at my celebration Nikkei “ Finn said pissed. She clings onto his jacket and pushes him to stop. “We were just chatting and smoking babe. You know everyone jealous of you and me. Mostly me” Nikkei said kissing him on the lips. He looks at her ex and walks back over to the party with Nikkei. She sat on his lap as they all celebrate. Time to be Finn all love and envy.

He rubbed his eyes and yawned, letting out a big cold breath out of air. He looks out. He was on her road just sitting on the hood of his car. What happened those moments. Nikkei was extra nice. He had to get his mind right he won so why it feels like he didn’t. He looks again at his phone. A bike road up down the road. Camille came closer to him in a pair of sweatpants covered by a huge black Santa Cruz shroom dot spider dye hoodie. Swinging over the seat she hopped off and walk to him. Her hair blew with the wind. It was silent just noise of nature but in his mind, it sounds like a track of his life went off as she got closer. “And why couldn’t you just come to my house and do this. I’m in my PJ” Camille said pointing at herself. Finn sigh. “ Sorry. I was worried about you. Will was acting strange and you. You were fine then your sick out of nowhere" Finn stated. It was dark yet he could look like a dream. “No no. I’m sorry. How was the part-tay" Camille asked amusingly ignoring his concern? He got closer to her. She walks back a little so she was still a dream imagined. “ It was good. You should have come. Nikkei was extra nice" Finn said putting his hands into his back pockets. She said nothing just look at him. A car passes by making her face clear to see. She had a few bruises busted lip and cut across the face. Finn got close and touch her. He didn't know why but it felt where his hands had to be. Protecting her comforting her. She closes her eyes and smile hold onto his hand and moves it down. “ I’m fine” she said holding his sweaty hand. He knocks it back up and tried to wipe some of the blood away. “What happened” Finn said concern. Her eyes widened and she just looks at him. “ Nothing. Finn, it’s not for me to say. I’m fine it’s just war paint. It’s late. You should probably stay sleep in a guest room. Will got clothes and stuff that should fit you” Camille said bringing her bike over to his car. Breathtaking.

She gave him some towels and a change of clothes for tomorrow. “I will never hurt you, Camille. I just wanna let you know. Never” Finn said. Camille stopped in the doorway and look back at him. “It’s not good to make promises we can’t keep. Good night Finn. You did well today. I'm proud of you“ Camille said. Finn got up shook his head no and squeezed her arm tight. “Never” he said seriously. She nods and touches his cheek and whispered in his ear good night. He lay in bed and thought about her and this time she was just a few feet away.

The smell of fresh cinnamon rolls covers the whole house. He walks into the kitchen still trying to wake up. She was putting the breakfast out for the two. Her glasses tilt down a bit as she was singing. If he never saw the state she was in yesterday he would never think she was a nasty fall. Grabbing a biscuit he sits down. “Your uncle not gotta kill me is he” Finn asked. She holds up the coffee then the orange juice. He nods at the juice then points at the coffee. She sat across from him her feet cross in the chair. “ I guess we will have to see. He is a good shooter... No, he left this morning before you woke up meeting in Canada or was it Calfoina” she said eating some pineapple slices. Finn looks around. “ So they are usually gone all the time like this for real. My parents are so different always there. But still, I feel alone. Guess I should count my blessings" Finn said. Camille pushes back then forward in her chair and nods yes. “ Don’t get any ideas, Finn. It’s a bit of isolation in a land of quiet but I enjoy it. Like the jogs I take. Skills I learn. Oh, that reminds me” Camille said getting up. Finn leaned back to see what she was doing. She walks back with something in her hands. “ What this” Finn asks while drinking coffee. She sat on the table. “ I’m taking the bus to school. So here are the keys for you to lock up” Camille said swaying a key on a Hello Kitty and moon keychain. “Let me take us in” Finn said stopping her. She looks at him then bit her bottom lip. She looks back down then up at him. “You won’t let me go only if I say yes. Then okay but you let me out a block from the school. Don’t want the right people getting the wrong idea. Right “ Camille asked a hand on her hip. “Yeah” he said letting go. She sat back down and look at him before finishing her fruit.

He stops her a block from school just like she asked. Something happened. Last night. Something that she was keeping hidden and probably Nikkei was trying to keep it that way. He wouldn’t have thought that way. Yet it what Camille kept saying and not saying. The looks though that was the keyhole. Nikkei and Kevin waited for him by his locker talking to one another. “ So bro what happened to you. Tried to call you last night” Kevin said greeting Finn. “ Nah nothing. So you heard about the finals” Finn said. They look at each other. “ It’s next Monday. So it’s like what two days after your birthday. No-fuss bro” Kevin said excitedly. “ I got so many ideas for your birthday. We discussed what I like for you to do at lunch okay “ Nikkei said then walked off. Finn looked down at the ground. He completely forgot about his birthday. He has been so busy with classes, his mom, and hockey it didn’t leave him room to be a kid.

They got their assign days, Friday. Camille text him as soon as it went up. They finished thanks to her quick thinking but all left was the actual interviews that they had to do during class. Finn asks a few of his friends and Camille asks a few from class and her group. She was set up in the empty art room. “ What up what are we doing” Finn said walking into the plastic on the floor. Camille looks up in her overalls and crop top. “ Setting up. Finn, you forgot “ Camille said wiping her hands on her overalls.

Stroking his hand through his hair he laughs. The surprise. He looks at her as he was about to say something when people start to come in. It was a genius pure genius perfect IQ smart. Wiping her face she threw a towel at Finn. “ We still gotta film each other part. Look into the bag” Camille said sitting on the stool. Finn look at her then reaches in. It was evening dress, tiara, stash, and his Boy Scout uniform. “ No, I’m not doing that. Mamma boy I’m doing that “ Finn said laughing. Camille flips off her sweat jacket. “ No, I remember you making me do mine and you doing yours it’s in the paper. You know the one we already gave last week. Come on. I go first “ Camille said holding onto her stuff. “ Where you even get this stuff. Cam God damn" Finn said. She smiled and point for him to turn around. He turns around in his stool and pops some music in his ears. After a few minutes, he turns around to see if she was done. Camille was bent pulling up her dress. He watches as she was getting ready. God Kevin was right. Her skin was smooth and tight even her birthmark was cute. Zipping up she flips her hair a bit and turns around. He tried to relax before he did anything else. Cursing at his pants as they grew tight. Camille walks over and sets up her camera for the interview. He watches her. He wanted to smile but he knew he couldn’t. She was the partner just a friend. “Your too cute” Camille said standing beside him. “ What” Finn asked jumping off his stool. “ The uniform it’s cute. So we did the voice-overs now we just gotta have fun with it. Any ideas" Camille said playing with her tiara. “ I got a few” Finn said with a smile.

She said no one will see it till Friday. Not even him. Nikkei was having extra fun planning his birthday bash. Kevin was talking up all the chicks he was inviting. “ I don’t know where we gonna have it at. I got into trouble for the last party. I guess breaking all grandma old crap wasn’t right “ Kevin said eating his apple. Nikkei rolls her eyes and giggle. “ I mean I can see if daddy gonna be home or out with his sugar baby. What about Saturday “ Nikkei asked. Finn looks out at the grass. She was on his mind. “ Yeah do whatever. My parents are having a thing Friday though" Finn said getting up. Nikkei look at Kevin then at Finn. “ Where are you going“ Nikkei says upset. “ Bathroom" Finn answered. He looks deep into the mirror and rushes cold water onto his face. Sitting on the floor he sighs and holds tight. Breathing slowly he slaps himself a few times. Ding Getting up he quickly bumped into someone. He grabs a few of the books and hands it to the person. “ Thanks” Camille said. Finn smiled and nod. “ Yeah welcome. Gotta go” Finn said and dart to his next class. Was it strange, yes but he couldn’t help himself he didn’t know what it was or wasn’t? Or probably it was the fact this year was ending and what would that mean for their friendship.

“ So plans for your birthday. Honey “ mom said folding clothes. Finn tosses his bag on the ground and hops on the king-size bed. She sat beside him and move his head onto her lap. “ You should not be doing this ma. Let me or dad do it “ Finn said. His mom rubs his back a bit. “ I promise myself something, Finn. When it’s time for me to go. I go on my time. No matter the pain. I wanna go when I’m ready. So plans” mom said rubbing his head now. He turns around and looks at her. “ I want to spend it with you. I guess maybe dad can come too” Finn said. His mom smiles and looks at him. He knew what she wanted. “ Surprise then it is" mom said. He smiled and got up to help fold things. Dad came a bit later from work then Finn went off to his room. He swings in his chair as he finished up his homework.

There was a knock waking Finn up from a nap he wasn’t planning on having. “You up. Finn “ a voice said from the other side. Finn slowly got up and wipe his mouth. “ No. Just finished up with homework “ Finn said opening a book to a random page. Dad walks in and looks around. “ Good work out there and around the house. Just wanna make sure alright “ Dad said looking at the trophies. Finn turned his chair around and look at him. “ Thanks, sir” Finn said standing up. He nods in agreement. His dad was a different strong one with no words. That when he speaks all you heard was pride strength and a bit beer. Looking back at a picture of the two he nodded again and walk out. Dad man of few words but always carry the world on his back.

Finn made it clear to himself he wasn’t going to tell Camille about his birthday. “ You got any plans this summer” Finn asked Camille as they sat watching a group. Camille glance at him then back at the group. “ Don’t know. Probably be sent off somewhere like any time I’m not in school. For the summer last year I was feeding and building houses for third world countries. You” Camille said softly. He got a bit closer to her and rest his head on the desk. “Summer practice . Hang with the boys make out with Nikkei. I and my two brothers and my dad go camping at the end of the summer. Summer is supposed to be fun Cam Cam” Finn said nudging his shoulder to hers. She got low and closer to him. “ What I have fun. I went to every museum in this state thank you. I know fun” Camille said with a smile. Finn turns to her shock as if what she said was the biggest nasty secret he ever heard. She rolled her eyes and toss a cookie. “How you know I’m hungry. Food whisper" Finn whispers into her ear. “Maybe I’m just the Finn whisper. You have lunch before me and you are always hungry. Now hush eats your cookies before we get into trouble “ she said tickling him. After class, he waited a bit for her. “ They were good today. We should probably practice. My house after practice. I can take you home after again if you want” Finn asked walking beside her. “ No. That’s alright. I meet you at your house. But I would like it if you drop me home though please “ Camille asked. He grabs at his backpack straps and nod yes. She gently touches his shoulder “Thank you “ she said and walk off. He was worried truly worried his time with her was ending whining down. He wasn't ready for that.

“ So I was thinking probably party. Few kegs, DJ like that techno kid, and lots of chics for your party" Kevin said tossing a ball up in the air. “ We should do something different. Oh, I got it. Bubble machine and I can wear the cute bikini I got. Good idea Finn” Nikkei said to him. Finn looks out to the rest of the classmates than to Nikkei. “ I wanna keep it open to the whole class. We always have the same people the same thing “ Finn said bored. “We look into that Becky" Nikkei said looking at Kevin. Finn sat back slowly mellowing out. Watching everyone put together his birthday party without really thinking. Is this what he wanted. All this time he didn’t want to tell Camille and now he wished she was the only one that knew.

Camille was right in the kitchen cooking and helping mom like so many times before. His dad in his same spot drinking a beer while watching sports. Holding her hand laughing and talking about whatever girly thing mom never was able to talk to with Finn. “Finn come you have to try this. Camille taught me a new dish” mom said to bring over a plate. Finn took it and ate the small nugget side treat. “ Good what is it” Finn said wiping his hands on his sleeve. “ I call it the Alaska roll. She wanted something new so I gave it to her. Your dad loves them “ Camille said pointing at the plate by dad. He smiled and grabbed her hand. “ Ma we got work to do. Do you mind if I take her for a little? Promise I bring her back in one piece“ Finn said walking out with Camille before she could answer.

They sat together on the bed facing each other. She probably is the only girl he never made out or had the attention to do anyway besides his mom in his room. Her posher was tall with strength and pride. She had a sweet floral scent. “ They were good today. I know we are going to be good just” Finn said trying not to pay attention to her scent. She nods in agreement. Unaware of the battle boy beside her was fighting. “ Your right we can practice but we should do something different. What about an audience. I think I see two lucky ones in the living room” Camille said with a gentle elegant smile. “I don’t know. I do sports in front of them but school stuff not sure. Cam” Finn said. Camille got closer and pat his back. “ Finn I’m being serious now. Your amazing it’s time you show them that. Can I tell you something “ Camille asked? He looks up at her and nods. “ I’m scared too. But your family is your family they love and will support you. If you can go in front of a crowd every so night plays a sport you love. In front of your friends your foes strangers. You can do this. I believe that and I guess you” Camille said still rubbing his back. He looks into her eyes and just smiled. “ Can we see the video” Finn asked. Getting up she held his hands. “ They can you maybe" Camille said then went off to ask them.

They were laying down watching a doctor show. “ Can we go over something with you mom and sir?” Finn asked. Camille slowly walks behind him and stood holding on to her computer and sheet. Mom coughs a bit. “ Yes” mom said standing up a bit. Finn looks back at her then at his mom. Camille passed out the paper as Finn started. She decided not to show him but both his parents were more than please, even his dad almost smiled. “ It was so good. Finn” mom said with a big smile looking at the work video. “It’s great. You did great Finn” dad said taking a sip of his beer. Cam looks at Finn then at his dad. Glancing at his watch Finn made an excuse to get out of there. Camille stops before getting out. “ So you know. You're great. Have to give yourself more credit. I hope you realize that. Finn. I hate being the only one. Well besides your family and Will “ Camille said with a smile. “ Same to you“ Finn said before turning back to the road. He stops before driving off. “ I wanna just tell you.... huh. Never mind good night” Finn said. She looks at him. She always could tell. Always.

It was finally the day. The day that took them weeks to prep. He couldn’t believe it was only weeks ago she wasn’t in his life. A time he barely can remember. Without her. Next to him. He wanted to focus on thinking about the future but now he could one thing to do.

Finn paces back and forth outside. Camille wasn’t nervous which made him more nervous. Don’t worry Finn! When all the things he could do was to worry. Games people anything but this. Was it the whole speaking in front of a class thing or the fact he wanted to do good for her. Camille walks up with ripped jeans and a plastic bag. “ Here tiger for you check them out” Camille said pulling one out. Finn dropped his bag and open up the shirt. It was a white t with #TruUBeU, their title of there subject. She waved her finger for him to turn it, his name. She pulled out another box. “What that “ Finn asked. Camille put it down. “ It’s for later. Ready to blow some socks off” Camille said walking in. They were last. Finn was nervous as they set up. Camille thought it is nice maybe even different if they set things different then it usually is done. He watches as she introduces them interacting with the class. Her space. She spoke in a way that made everyone feel special like it was only you and her. It works like lyrics to a song. All working together so perfectly. People were invested. Even the teacher was at the end of the seat. Then the video all brought everything together. By the end the whole class chant and clap their hands. Finn looks at her then at class. His hand intertwined with hers. Proud wasn’t the word he felt important. She left for the next class but not before she gave him the box.

Sitting on the hood of his car he took out the box. It was school colors with a fancy bow with a little card: 𝒯𝑜 𝐹𝒾𝓃𝓃𝑜. 𝒯𝑜𝒹𝒶𝓎 𝒶 𝒹𝒶𝓎 𝓌𝑒, 𝑜𝒻 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓈𝑒, 𝒸𝑒𝓁𝑒𝒷𝓇𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝑔𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉 𝓈𝓊𝒸𝒸𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝒶𝓁𝓈𝑜 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓈𝓅𝑒𝒸𝒾𝒶𝓁 𝒹𝒶𝓎. 𝐻𝒶𝓅𝓅𝓎 𝐵𝒾𝓇𝓉𝒽𝒹𝒶𝓎 - 𝒞𝒶𝓂𝒾𝓁𝓁𝑒 𝒟𝒶𝓌𝓈𝑜𝓃

Inside was a jersey with Cox’s Ice Devils and a photo frame of him and his parents from the game. That night he celebrated with his parents everything was perfect. They enjoyed each other's company, gave gifts, and watch all the family videos from when he was young.

Dad and mom had a doctor's visit early Saturday which left the party that night. Everyone was hyped excited. Nikkei even text a few pictures of bikinis she was choosing to wear. By the time he arrived at the party, it had already started music bang from ear to ear. Drinks everywhere. Everyone having a good time. Everyone but him. He already got into another fight with Nikkei about her kissing some guy plus all his friends were drunk showing around the calendar. He sat down and watch everyone. Buzz buzz Grabbing his keys he left his party behind for some real fun.

“ Hey, you wanna hang today. Got somewhere fun I wanna take you” Finn asked Camille. She let her hand out the window and flow with the breeze. “ So where are we going, “ Camille asked looking out. He looks at her and smiled. “ You see” Finn said. They pulled up to a festival fair. Camille looks out at aw. “ I go every year. Well use to with my dad” Finn said opening the door for Camille. “ It’s cool. I wish I can say I have been before. Didn't you have a party or something tonight? Don’t you think they miss you” Camille asked? Looking at his phone he turns it off and tosses it into the car. “ Now I’m here with you and all these crazy rides and treats” Finn said taking Camille's hand and running inside.

They walk around to all the attractions and play games against each other. “ How long did you know" Finn said eating popcorn. Camille gave him some cotton candy for some popcorn. “ Your mom told me a few weeks ago. If you wanted to tell me I’m sure you would of“ Camille answered walking beside him. He smiled. “Can I ask you something?" Finn asked. Camille stops and looks at him. Her hair flow with the breeze. “ These weeks have been amazing. Like if I can spend every day like this I want to. Tell me there an after for us. After this. I’m hoping we can still be after this “ Finn said looking into her brown chocolate eyes. “ Yeah. You mean. We can still be friends... Wanna do the photo booth” Camille asked with a giggle going inside.

Finn sat beside her looking into her eyes. Today beginning to feel like the best day he ever had. “ No. I mean more. What if I want more. I did not want to say before but every day I feel like giving up. I felt everything was useless. But with you huh I get butterflies I feel there meaning” Finn said looking at her as he put money in. CLICK She was silent and look at the camera to smile. They started taking pictures smiling till he looks at her once again and stops. Bring his hand to hold her cheeks in each hand he reaches in and kisses her on the lips. CLICK Camille hold his face and kiss back deeper with a little tongue. It tastes like heaven felt like paradise. They drift off playing off with each other mouth with one another. “ Camille” he said muon into her mouth. CLICK She looked at him then move back coming off high that was their kiss. Breathing heavy. “ I shouldn’t you are. But" she said touching her lips looking away. Finn reaches closer and moves her hair to the side. “ Since the day she said your name. I knew. I know you feel it too. Tell me I’m wrong. AND I would never bring it up again. I’m not with her anymore. I don’t care. Cam. I think I want this with you” Finn said combing his fingers through her curls. She was speechless but her eyes answered. The doubt. “ I promise I won’t hurt you” Finn said kissing her again this time a bit more rough hungry. CLICK “ I promise Camille I won't ever leave you. You will never have to alone” Finn said with his forehead touching hers. He looks up into her eyes his hands never leaving her hair.

They hold hands as they rode the Ferris Wheels. Like they finally gave in all the tension that has been building up for weeks. Talking about plans they were gonna do over the summer together. Weeks they spend at each other house. Finn bringing her with him to the camp trip at the end of the summer. Her inviting him to Miami for a week with her. The future. Everything and then nothing. He was happy. More than that he was at peace. Their fingers intertwined with each other as they walk around the grounds. Other holding a few plush animals he won her. He never felt this with any girl before. She was light warmth his heart been missing. Camille stop and glance at her phone. She slowly let go of his hand and called someone. She whispers to the phone then look at Finn. “ We have to go” was all she said. Finn looks at her eyes they were full of joy and were now cold and silent like the dead of winter.

They got to the hospital just in time. Finn rushes past everyone and leaving Camille behind fighting back her tears. Praying they made it just in time. Finn sat by his mom's tears rolled down his face. “ I want to go knowing my baby happy. I know that I can leave you and you will be alright. I don’t want to be in pain anymore. I love you, Finn Edwards Cox. My boy my sun and my moon. I love you” she said holding tight to his hand. Finn wouldn’t leave her side even as the minutes roll to one.

With each call text, Finn stayed away. Alone to himself. Even when it came to the funeral he asks for Camille not to come. He couldn’t he won’t. In class, he wouldn’t answer her just pretend she wasn’t there. All he wanted was to be numb to forget.

It was the championship and he was different. Not the same as he was before. Was that for the better or worse. The locker room was empty just him and his thoughts. “ Did you hear we got an A. Best in the class. It was perfect. All thanks to you. How are you?” a soft voice said by the entrance. Finn pays the voice no mind. Camille walks in and stood in front of him. Her eyes were gentle. While he was raw full of anger and an unsettling mist. She went to grab his hand but he moves away. “ What do you want!” Finn snaps at her. Camille looks around then at him startled.“ I tried calling you. I tried everything. You shut me out. I promise we can make through this Finn. I can show you. Like I did when I lost my parents” Camille said trying to look at him. He pushed her away from this time firm. Making her almost fall back onto the ground. “Don’t you get it. Why are you so…” he stops and grabs at his hair “It was nothing. We are nothing you are fucking nothing...Your nothing. NOTHING but a fucking pathetic bastard of a joke. I mean how fucked up are you your parents had to die to leave you. God sends you back because he doesn’t want you either. Your only family rather be anywhere but with you. NOTHING but a GODLESS BITCH“ Finn shout out to her.

He turns his face from her. He couldn’t see it but he felt the pain. Standing right behind him she started to laugh. “ You not worthy. Oh yeah, say the words I see on my face every day. I was the one you went to Finn. You came to me. You told me how I made ... Freakin kiss me. Your looks can fade your friends are leeches those skills you hold so highly can’t be the answer all the time. But I show you a magic trick. Something so worthy. You won't ever see it coming. I disappear vanished you can look right at me but not see a thing. My name would be of gibberish ” she said softy holding back any emotion. He turns and she was gone. The crowd cheered out for him. He stops and looks once more than went out to the lights.

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Only Human: Part 6 “Baratheon Blue”

Hahaha, remember when I said that this was going to be 3 parts...well I guess I lied and I totally made it longer than I anticipated. Don't worry, I am still writing An Unexpected Journey, but I needed a little break from it. I ended up getting writers block on it and I just need some time to get out of that funk...so that is why I decided to write this one. I only plan on making two more parts to this one but....I don't really know, it make be longer. Anyway, as an early bday gift to myself (It's tomorrow) I decided to give you all the next part. I hope you enjoy!!

The Nymeria docked in Griffin’s Roost in the early morn. The sun had yet to rise above the horizon and the sea let off a light fog. Arya had wanted to leave to Storm’s End as soon as the ship had been tied and the anchor dropped, but Aries had convinced her to wait until midday. The crew had worked tirelessly to get her here faster than normal and deserved to rest for a time. Most of them had agreed to stay on the ship and explore the local inns while Aries, Donovan, Sienna, and Alyse had agreed to travel with Arya on the two day trek to Storm’s End.

She was hesitant at first, just wanting to travel with Bella and herself, but again, Aries had suggested that it would be better for them to come along in case she needed help with the babe.

In her haste to reach Strom’s End, it seemed all logically thinking that be wiped from her being. Perhaps it had to do with her excitement of being back in Westeros. But Aries had thought it was just her nerves of seeing Gendry again. Arya would never admit to it, Aries knew this, but it was ever present that she was nervous. She didn’t know what to expect. He could have gotten married, for all she knew, but she wouldn’t be the Arya that she is if she didn’t at least try to see for herself.

Sienna had voiced Arya’s concerns the morning they docked.

“He could have moved on, you are aware of that?” She questioned.

Arya gave a hesitant nod, “Of course I am aware. I just feel like he should know Bella exists. If he wants nothing to do with us, then so be it. I’ll board my ship once more and sail for Bravos and raise my daughter myself.”

Arya had maintained a tough exterior, but Sienna knew deep down that she was screaming on the inside.

Sienna shook her head and continued to fold garments into a small trunk. They weren’t taking many things, just a few to last them the days on the road. Arya had wanted to pack lightly, hoping it would help them make the journey faster.

“Have you thought of what you would say to him?” Sienna asked as she placed the last piece of clothing in the trunk.

Arya sighed, “Honestly? No I haven’t. How do I explain to him that I had a babe and it’s his?”

Sienna gave a curt laugh, “You say exactly that. Will his feeling be crushed? Of course, but you have to make him see why you did what you did. If he doesn’t accept that, it is his loss.”

Arya couldn’t help but smile at the woman. She truly had become like a mother to her and couldn’t bear to part ways with her. Her and Alyse were good company and would make a welcome addition to Storm’s End, if Gendry would have them. Even Aries and Donovan could help around the keep. Arya was sure that Storm’s End could use more sailors like Aries and Donovan was a particularly good cook. He could make the best stew, although is bread needed work.

Arya knew midday had arrived when the sun was at its highest. She gathered her small traveling party and departed on the road leading to Strom’s End. They each were able to acquire a horse, thanks to Alysa’s clever flirting, making the trip a little less uncomfortable. Aries had agreed to carry the trunk of all their clothing and the women rotated carrying Bella. Although she was small babe, carrying an extra 14 pounds put stress on ones back and Arya was truly grateful for the help.

They road all day until they upon a small inn halfway through their ride. With Bella getting irritable and Aries’ back aching from the added weight, they all decided to rest for the night before continuing on.

Arya had made quick work on settling down the babe and putting her to rest. She had surprised herself at how much better she was getting at being a mother. All she had were the old memories of her mother caring for Rickon and tried her best to imitate the past. Of course she had Sienna, but even Arya knew that no two mothers were going to be the same when it came to caring for their child. Each would learn their own ways and that was what Arya was doing.

Arya wasn’t going to be a conventional mother, she vowed to raise her daughter the way she would raise a son; without boundaries or limitations. She wanted Bella to grow up running in fields and wielding swords. She wanted her to shoot arrows and run a castle, all while still being a fierce lady she knew she would grow to be. Arya never wants to force her child into becoming something that they are not; traditions be damned.

Arya looked down at the sleeping babe. Her hair had gotten slightly longer and it reminded Arya so much of Gendry. She was the spitting image of him, even down to her tiny hands. She could only imagine what the babe would look like when she grew older. Certainly like a Baratheon, she’d probably have the fury of one too, Arya thought.

A soft knock broke Arya’s gaze from her sleeping child. She made her way to the door and opened it reveling Aries with a bowl of what seemed to be soup, if they could call it that.

“I brought some soup for you, figured you’d be hungry from the long ride.” He said as he handed her the bowl.

She took it from him and looked at the contents. Her stomach went queasy and she decided to pass on the substance. No amount of hunger would compel her to eat that concoction. The smell alone could clear a forest of any creature. Arya has eaten plenty of grotesque things in her life, but that soup would be by far be the worst thing she would ever stick in her mouth.

Aries took note of Arya’s face and laughed, “Perhaps you should tell that blacksmith of yours to hire better cooks for the inn.”

Arya cocked an eyebrow, “Someone like Donovan?”

Aries blushed. Since their time on Nymeria, the two had gotten close; closer than any man that Aries had the pleasure of knowing. He was beginning to fall in love with him and it gave him an exciting feeling.

“Mayhap.” He said slyly.

Arya smiled and gave him a hug. He was truly shocked by the gesture but returned the embrace. When he met the stubborn she wolf, she had been distant and hard, but now, as new mother, she had opened up and let him see a side of her that he believed she rarely showed anyone.

She was smiling more and her laugh would now bellow out for all to hear. That cold exterior had melted and he believed it had to do with the babe that softly snoring on the bed beside them.

“Try to get some rest. We have a long day tomorrow, she wolf. Oh, Donovan wanted me to tell you he will carry Bella for most of the way.” Aries smiled.

Arya gave a nod, “I will get rest. Now go, enjoy your lover.”

She shooed him away and locked the door behind him. She disrobed and climbed into bed, nuzzling next to her babe.

When dawn broke, the traveling party were the first to rise. They had made good time the day prior and Arya wanted to get to Storm’s End before midday. The anticipation was eating her up inside and she didn’t know if she could take much for any longer.

They paid their dues to the innkeeper and headed out on the road ahead. Donovan stayed true to his word and carried Bella nearly the whole way. It wasn’t until she began to get fussy, that Arya took her.

“She’s probably hungry.” Arya said as Donovan handed her the babe.

She quickly undid her laces and pulled her cotton shirt aside for the babe to have easy access to her breast. Bella latched on almost immediately and began to suckle the milk Arya had produced. It amazed Arya at how much the babe could eat. She was of average size, according to Sienna, but the child could eat that of two babes.

“Well she’s a greedy one.” Observed Donovan.

“Aye, she is.” Arya agreed.

They rested while Arya fed Bella, each gaining their composure before they finished the trek ahead.

Arya had estimated that they had a few hours of riding left and once she finished burping the babe, they were on their way. Arya had held on to Bella for the rest of their journey. She wanted to keep her close and obscured from any prying eyes. She didn’t need unfamiliar people asking unwanted questions.

She was sure that people wouldn’t be able to recognize to her; she had never been in the Stormlands and she doubted the people ventured to King’s Landing in the time she had been there, considering it was and still is being rebuilt.

As they made their way through the small town nestled right outside Storm’s End, Arya couldn’t help but feel the staring eyes. She hadn’t thought the five of them would stir any talk, but perhaps she was mistaken.

“Is that it? The castle is huge!” Alyse exclaimed. She’d only ever seen the Red Keep and didn’t think that there were castles just as big in other parts of Westeros. She had heard the stories as a child, but never thought she would lay eyes on such castles.

“I guess you blacksmith isn’t doing too badly for himself.” Aries mused.

But all the awes that her companions had mustered were nothing compared to the joy she felt within her heart. She had finally made it and she couldn’t me more nervous. She was excited, but her nerves were beginning to take over. She thought about all her insecurities and her lack of affection she had shown to him the last time she saw him. What if she was too late and he had already married, or worse, what if he didn’t want her?

Her heart began to race and she began feeling much like she when she was about to give birth to Bella. The panic was swelling and at that very moment she wanted to take her horses’ reins and steer them in the opposite direction.

Sienna could see the panic set in Arya’s eyes and she immediately pulled her horse to stand beside the girl.

“Do not panic. Everything will turn out like it is supposed to be. If you wish to turn around, we will, and if you wish to move forward, all of us will follow. But this is your choice and only you can make it.” Sienna told her.

Arya gulped, trying to calm her panic. This was the choice Bran had talked about, Arya knew it in her gut. She looked down at the babe cradled at her chest; her peaceful face filled with slumber. It only took that one look and she knew what she had to do.

She nudged her horse to move forward and they made their way to the castle gates.

Four guards were manning the entrance, each with armor adorning the Baratheon sigil. They had swords ate their hips and war hammers in their hands. It seemed they were ready for any threat that would make themselves known.

“Speak your business!” One guard bellowed.

“I wish to speak to the lord! We have traveled far and seek refreshment.” Arya yelled back.

The guards spoke among themselves before gesturing for the five to make their way through the castle gates. Arya thanked them and followed one guard to the courtyard.

“Wait here, the squire went to fetch the lord.” The guard said. Arya nodded and followed his instructions.

It hadn’t been more than a few minutes when woman about Aries’ age emerged from the castle. Her hair was a thick black mane and her eyes were that all too familiar Baratheon blue. She was dressed in a light corseted vest and trousers. Her boots came up to her knees and she had a small sword strapped to her waist. She stood tall and with an attitude that Arya knew all too well.

Arya gently jumped off her horse, being mindful of Bella strapped to her chest, and approached the woman.

“May I help you with something?” The woman spoke.

“I’m looking to speak with Lord Gendry Baratheon, is he here?” Arya asked.

The woman pressed her lips into a thin line. She was studying Arya from head to toe. She was dressed much like the woman in front of her, with her own weapons fashioned at her waist.

“He’s not here, but you have me instead, Lady Mya Baratheon.” She said calmly.

Arya’s heart began to shatter. The woman standing in front of her was Gendry’s wife and here she was walking in her home to tell her husband of his bastard child. Arya began to feel sick. She wasn’t sure how to respond. At that moment, she wanted to climb back onto her horse and run away from all her problems.

“I-I am sorry. I should not have come.” Arya’s voice was no more than a whisper. She began to climb back on her horse when the women grabbed her arm, stopping her from doing so.

“Wait! Who did you say you were?” She asked.

Arya meet her blue eyes, “My name is Arya Stark of Winterfell, my lady.”

“Arya Stark? The Arya Stark? My Gods, I have heard so many things about you from Gendry!” Arya could see the excitement in the woman’s eyes and it filled her with utter confusion.

“He told you about me? Why would he do that?” Arya asked her.

Mya scoffed, as if the answer was obvious, “Because he is madly in love you, that’s why!”

“And...You’re okay with that?” Confusion laced Arya’s voice.

“Of course, why wouldn’t I be?” Mya asked her.

“Well because you are his wife. You should want me dead, not praise his love for me.”

Mya burst into laughter. It was the kind of laughter that made your belly hurt and your eyes water. Arya looked at her in shock, she couldn’t believe what she was seeing.

“Why are you laughing?”

“Gendry is not my husband! He’s my brother! It’s a long story, but we’re siblings.” Mya assured her.

Arya let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. There was a weight lifted off of her and she felt like she could finally relax.

“So, he’s not married?” Arya needed that confirmation.

“No! My brother is not married.” Mya assured her.

Arya’s face broke out into a smile. She felt a happiness swell inside her that she hadn’t felt since Bella was born. She looked down at the babe once more and saw that she was now wide awake.

Mya followed her gaze and peeked into the cradled wrap holding the babe in place. What she saw took her breath away. Inside was a small babe who looked exactly like her brother; exactly like her. Everything was beginning to make sense and she looked up at Arya, never needing to ask the question. Her eyes had said it all. The babe was no doubt, her brothers.

“Harold, make up two rooms for our other guest. Make sure they are fed and well rested.” Mya said to the squire. The young squire quickly nodded his head and ran back inside the castle.

Mya turned towards the remaining party, “If you could follow my guard, he will take you to the stables to rest your horses. I will have Harold come fetch you to show you to your rooms.”

Arya gave a nod to Aries to follow, “I will meet up with you lot shortly.”

Aries smiled and galloped behind the rest of the traveling crew.

Arya turned to Mya and began following the tall woman inside the castle, making sure to keep Bella concealed. Mya lead Arya up a winding stair case, reaching up to the top of the tower that could be seen from Griffin’s Roost.

They reached a large door and Mya had easily pushed it open. Inside was a large solar with an oak table in the middle. There were six chairs seated around the table and a tray of food resting on top of it. Arya had noticed that it had not been touched, that is until Mya took a chunk of bread and stuffed it in her mouth. She hummed with delight and began to pour two goblets of wine.

“Please, have seat. You must be hungry as well.” Mya pushed the tray of food to Arya’s direction. She immediately went straight for the grapes on the tray and shoved them in her mouth. She had been ravenous, her appetite finally coming back to her.

Mya let Arya indulge in the food before she began to question the young girl. She may have heard the stories from Gendry, but she didn’t fully trust the wolf yet.

“So the babe is his then?” Mya casually took a sip of her wine. She studied Arya’s reaction and noticed a cold exterior that would be difficult to crack.

Arya gave a slight nod; a blush rushing to her cheeks. Aside from the people she trusted, she hadn’t explicitly stated out loud that Bella was Gendry’s. She didn’t want the wrong ears to hear and get word to Gendry. She knew Westeros, and word tended to travel fast throughout the seven kingdoms. She wanted to be able to tell him that they had created a child together, and not some stranger he didn’t know.

“Aye, I see it. I mean she looks exactly like us.” Mya quipped.

Arya was beginning to get irritated with the woman. She had come to Storm’s End to see Gendry, not his half-sister that he didn’t know existed.

“Where is Gendry?” Arya asked, her tone harsh.

Mya lifted an eyebrow, “He is out. He should be back sometime after dinner. You can wait for him here. It is his chambers after all.”

Arya’s eyes narrowed. She knew that this Mya had ulterior motives and she wanted to know exactly what those motives were.

“Mya, is it? I can’t help but feel like you want to ask me a question. Please, don’t be afraid, I don’t bite…much.” A sly smile formed on Arya’s lips. She wanted to stir the woman in any way possible, even if it meant play a game she hadn’t played in a while.

Mya sighed. She had heard plenty of stories about the great Night King slayer and not just from her brother. Word had traveled far and fast about the young wolf and all about her journeys. Of course, one could not know if what was being said was truth, but Mya believed that perhaps it was. If she did in fact train with the faceless men than she had to tread careful, as to not stir direwolf inside of her.

“Very well. I will play your game, Arya Stark of Winterfell. Why are you here? The last my brother saw of you, you were on a ship sailing away. I understand that you have his babe in your arms, but she was not the only reason you came back. I want to know why.” Mya said in a low voice.

“I don’t owe anyone an explanation but Gendry. Once he returns, I will tell him.” Arya’s eyes were like daggers. If looks could kill, Mya would surely be dead.

Mya stayed focus on Arya, which is until a bang came through the door.

“Good, then tell him.” Mya’s eyes flicked to the door.

Arya could feel a presence behind her. Every inch in her body wanted to turn to see him, but she couldn’t.

“Tell me what?” When he spoke, is was like the ice that froze her body had suddenly melted and the only thing she needed was to look at him.

She turned in her chair and was faced with those oh-so familiar deep blue eyes.

#Gendry Baratheon #Gendry #Arya Stark #arya #gendrya #forgie #gendry x arya #fanfiction

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thegeminisage · 5 years ago

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rebl*g this and die, freaks. anti-holiday tw for uhh anyone who needs that lol

i hate i hate i HATE CHR*STMAS i hate the INSTITUTION OF GIFT GIVING it’s all about CONSUMERISM and PEER PRESSURE

i hate the EXCHANGE OF OBJECTS i hate the HOARDING OF STUFF

i got 10 gifts tonight. of those 10 gifts, i can use and/or like 4 of them. (wet cat food which was actually a gift for gracie lol, a gift card, new sheets bc mine are the wrong size, and a new office chair). those things are really nice gifts and i’m grateful! especially the office chair because mine BROKE recently and they’re expensive and hard to find (my mom and her buddy went halvsies on it)

however this leaves me 6 things i do not want and cannot use...some of them are from my mom, who really DID NOT NEED to get me SO MANY gifts because i only got her 2. (i hate the imbalance of reciprocity because i will never have enough money to get gifts for all the people that give ME gifts.) 1 of them is from my mom’s buddy. so that’s all stuff i can’t even resell at the flea market because they’d see them and get their feelings hurt and the house is already so full of stuff we don’t need or use that we can’t even have company over and every year my mom cries about how ashamed of it she is and EVERY YEAR WE ACCUMULATE MORE STUFF and i have to be polite! i have to pretend i want the stuff!

and the gifts i got that i don’t want and can’t use came from people i only see twice ever, on thanksgiving and christmas, and i barely know them, and they barely know me, and actually i don’t even LIKE some of them (and they don’t like me - got into it on FB once before i stopped visiting that site permanently).

and then we have to give the stuff! to everyone! we don’t have any money but every year at christmas we have to put together gifts for LITERALLY dozens of people - flea market people, family people, nursing home buddy people, friend circle a, friend circle b, etc etc etc

we spend all this time putting together stuff that’s either cheaply-bought & easily mass-produced (like mugs with hot chocolate) that I KNOW NOBODY ACTUALLY WANTS or stuff that we can’t really afford - my brother and i frequently get up to $100+ bucks worth of christmas gifts - again, most of which i don’t want and can’t use and which my mother CANNOT AFFORD TO GIVE US - because “it’s christmas” and we have to have a mountain of presents. THAT IS JUST CONSUMERISM

and my mother can never EVER put together that many gifts on time. NEVER. i am ALWAYS the one helping her do it. in the MIDDLE of winter when i don’t want to do anything but die, basically! for my least favorite holiday! and then when i’m not jumping for joy and excitedly doing the wrapping like santa’s good little fucking helper i get yelled at for having a bad attitude and ruining the holidays!!

and GOD FORBID. that everything isn’t picture-perfect! a speck of dirt on a mug? a crack? okay let’s toss it and get a new one. let’s scrub it. a price sticker? that’s gotta come off, residue and all. no we can’t just partially peel it. no we can’t just color over it with a sharpie

and it’s not just the gifts! i got glared at MULTIPLE times today just for opening my fucking mouth. someone says about my aunt’s dog: “aw, she’s a good dog.” me, jokingly: “good and spoiled!” and then i get the death glare. literally no one, NO ONE, was offended except my mother, not even my aunt herself, who is notoriously easily offended. i shit talk my own cats all the time! it wasn’t that big of a deal! i didn’t call anybody racist or anything! tried to tell my aunt how i found the old pictures of her dog as a puppy i got her as her gift and got SHUSHED because my mom thought i was going to inadvertently give away someone else’s gift, as if i don’t have any fucking common sense. she’s just that paranoid! that one little thing! will be ruined!

and then there’s the actual dinner which is a HUGE PAIN IN THE ASS to cook, and do the men help? never. they do good to carry the food to the table when it’s finished. they don’t help cook, they don’t help clean, they don’t even pay for the fucking groceries. they sit and watch tv!!! they talk shit about minorities and homeless people!!!!! and if i say anything then I AM THE ONE RUINING CHRISTMAS

and nobody in my family is even EXCITED OR GRATEFUL we’re all just a bunch of ASSHOLES?? so last night we spent an hour gift wrapping ten different blankets and labeling them with what color they were and today everyone picked a blanket and nobody was really excited about it. blankets are boring gifts you give to people who you don’t know well! so that whole hour was spent for 5 minutes of mediocre graditude! like what is even the point! yk at least when i get useless stuff i don’t need i give it my best college try at being

and when my mom asks me! why do you hate christmas! and i try to explain that i hate the institution of gift-giving! when i’m like, i don’t like it, it’s exhausting and expensive! she’s like well the whole point of christmas is the spirit of giving!! and [GAMESHOW BUZZER SOUND] W R O N G ! the point of christmas is CAPITALISM and PEER PRESSURE and PERFECTIONISM this shit ain’t about jesus even i, an atheist, knows that jesus would weep to see how shallow and false his bday bash is every year

and i have stayed up late MULTIPLE nights in a row wrangling GIFTS, some of which are for people i’ve never even MET, all because my mother likes to bite off more than she can chew EVERY YEAR. she has like a basket of lollipops she wants to give out at the local nursing home and she went through THREE BASKETS so that the arrangement of lollipops would be pretty. she re-wrapped my SIL’s gift because it was ugly. it doesn’t matter if she’s tired and her arthritis is killing her and she’s past her bedtime she will not stop until all the gifts look like they came from martha stewart or some shit! and they are just! going to get ripped up!

and we didn’t even have time to play giant jenga today which is the ONLY acceptable chr*stmas activity and we probably won’t have time to play tomorrow either!!!!!!!!!! stupid! the whole thing is stupid! i hate mass gift-giving! birthdays only! BIRTHDAYS ONLY. only specific people should be getting gifts at a time!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! CHR*STMAS IS STUPID IT IS LITERALLY THE WORST HOLIDAY AND IT LASTS FOR TWO MONTHS E V E R Y Y E A R BECAUSE GOD HATES ME PERSONALLY I GUESS chr*stmas being the longest holiday and also set in the winter is my punishment from god for being an atheist and frankly @ god fuck you too pal

#personal #OKAY I’M DONE THAT’S OFF MY CHEST #this rant brought to you by: sheer exhaustion and overwhemling frustration

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gb-fics · 5 years ago

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The Howling of Ghosts

Golden Bomber Fanfiction

Note: This one is for Jun’s birthday today! (^-^) I was a bit troubled by this one, since I wanted to write about Kyan Yutaka x Kiryuuin Shou mostly, but also wanted to give Jun some space for his bday. But then I remembered how scared Jun is of ghosts and stuff when I saw their monthly broadcast lately, where they had to walk through the dark alone and Kenji got up so casually to give Jun a scare - like it was the most obvious thing in the world that they had to prank him, haha. So, yes, this story is about Jun getting a birthday-scare :D

At the night of August 30th, the howling of ghosts resounded in the woods.

„I’m scared“, Shou said.

Kyan Yutaka did not believe him.

“Don’t act so whiny”, he scolded him and pointed the flashlight right at Shou’s face.

“Oi!”, Shou protested and tried to slap the light away while squinting his eyes. His face looked even funnier when he did.

“This was a stupid idea”, Shou added, still sounding whiny.

Yutaka lowered the flashlight, trailing the light down Shou’s bare arms, his back leaning against the tree behind him and his legs pulled up as if he tried to make himself as small as possible.

He looked lost and like he was freezing.

“You cold?”, Yutaka asked.

He thought of wrapping his arms around Shou tightly, of keeping him warm and safe and close to himself.

“Yeah.” Shou nodded and looked up at Yutaka expectedly.

“Well, then you should have taken a jacket, idiot!”, Yutaka said.

He pushed up the sleeves of his own t-shirt to move his arms around more freely.

Sure, he could have been kinder on Shou. In fact, Yutaka was quite the gentleman, if he wanted to be. With Shou, he didn’t want to be, though.

“I didn’t plan to spend all night out here. What’s taking them so long?”, Shou pouted.

Yutaka shrugged nonchalantly.

He disliked it when Shou’s voice got so high-pitched and loud. He was asking for attention too desperately.

“Jun probably didn’t want to walk into the woods in the middle of the night. You know him. He thinks we might prank him.”

“To be fair - we are going to prank him”, Shou pointed out. “Also, he is scared of other things than us I guess.”

“Like what?”

Yutaka furrowed his brow. Just like Jun and Shou, he had grown up in the city. The woods at night weren’t familiar territory for him either, and he had to admit he would have felt more comfortable in a shady back alley right now, but still the darkness had nothing to offer that scared him more than the way he felt his own heartbeat whenever Shou smiled.

“Ghosts”, Shou said. “Spirits, bugs.”

Yutaka snorted.

“In that order?”, he assured.

Shou pursed his lips and for a moment he looked nothing but annoyed – not scared, not lost, just disapproving.

Yutaka’s chest warmed up immediately. He loved those short seconds when Shou dropped his act and his strength shone through.

Shou was insecure about a lot of things. He was anxious about his physical appearance, about how to talk to people, about being honest with his feelings. And at some point of his life – before Yutaka had even met him – he had obviously decided to play out his anxiety in a cute, helpless way. Where he was clumsy, he acted as if he needed help with everything. Where he was uncomfortable in a dark forest, he acted scared to death and as if he needed protection. Yutaka noticed that it grew worse when they were alone together and he had noticed that Shou had acted that way around every person he had ever dated. He seemed convinced that the pity card was the only card he could play to become attractive to someone.

But cute and helpless was never the way Yutaka had viewed him. Shou was the kind of person who could achieve anything they had set their mind onto. At the dark of night, away from the city, Yutaka didn’t feel the need to protect Shou. If anything, it was Shou who would save him over and over again.

A sudden noise to his right stirred up the silence.

Shou let out an over-the-top squeal.

“Scary”, he mumbled, crossing the arms in front of his chest.

He was looking at Yutaka again as if he was expecting some sort of comfort from him.

“What … what is it?”, Yutaka teased, letting his hand holding the flashlight tremble.

The circle of light bounced across the rustling leaves of a bush nearby.

This was the moment for Yutaka to show off in front of Shou a little. He knew that Shou wanted him to show off.

Usually, Yutaka liked to show off in situations like these himself and he had been guilty of doing it a couple of times before. “I’ll protect you”, “Don’t worry, I won’t let anything hurt you”. Shou’s whole act indicated that he wanted to hear those sentences and it would be so easy to just say them. After that, it would be easy to take hold of Shou’s hand and it would be easy to kiss him afterwards. They would follow a ritual established over long years.

“Oh, mighty spirits!”, Yutaka called out. “I beseech thou – take him first!”

He wasn’t going to follow some ritual, though.

Shou chuckled. His face wrinkled up and he lowered his arms. He looked more relaxed instantly.

“Well, thanks a lot”, he said.

Encouraged, Yutaka took a step towards the bush that had rustled only moments ago.

“I don’t think there is anything …”, he started, breaking off and letting himself fall to the ground without warning, dropping the flashlight.

In his music career, falling to the ground was one of the things Yutaka had brought to perfection.

He still hurt his left elbow.

He rolled around the dirty ground, staining his clothes completely. Then he robbed backwards towards the bush, pretending to be pulled into it.

“It got me, Shou, it got me!”, he shouted, grabbing for a stick on the ground and smashing it into the bush to defend himself against an invisible attack. Leaves were raining down on him.

Yutaka was aware that he was making a total fool out of himself. He probably looked ridiculous and not very convincing at that. But if only it made Shou smile, it was worth it.

Shou acted like a princess waiting to be saved by her knight in shining armour. But Yutaka knew better. Shou was a warrior king and Yutaka ready to apply as his court jester. He loved the sound of his laughter.

Yutaka slashed out with his stick once more, before struggling to his feet again.

Threateningly he shook his fist at the bush.

“No need to worry, I showed this bastard”, he told Shou.

“I feel so safe with you”, Shou stated dryly. “If a tree attacks, I know you can defend it.”

Yutaka chuckled.

Shou had spoken sarcastically. He wasn’t speaking for an audience now, he wasn’t trying to act cute, either. He was just mocking Yutaka without caring about how he came across.

Yutaka bend down and picked up the flashlight from where he had dropped it earlier.

“They should be here soon”, he observed. “We should switch off the light.”

Shou nodded and smacked his lips. It was just a small reaction that proved he wasn’t happy about the idea of entire darkness. But he did not protest and did not whine. He wasn’t causing a fuss, but Yutaka could tell he would have preferred to keep the light on nonetheless. It was just a small insecurity, not quite strength, but not a show for anyone to see either. It was so real and honest, that for a second, Yutaka wanted to bend down and kiss Shou right on the lips.

He was crazy about the real Shou. Unfortunately, Shou did his best to keep that version of himself locked away constantly.

“It’s okay”, Yutaka said vaguely, trying to soothe Shou now that he hadn’t turned to him for soothing.

He sat down on the ground as well, leaning his back against the tree next to Shou. Their arms were brushing against each other lightly. Shou’s skin felt cool. Yutaka wished he had taken a jacket to lend it to him. He had no constancy when it came to Shou. One moment he wanted to bring out his strong side and the next, he wanted to spoil him and allow him to be weak with him always. Sometimes, he wanted both at once.

“I’m going to turn off the light”, he announced, his thumb already lingering on the switch. But he couldn’t bring himself to push it.

If the light was gone, it would be just the darkness; the darkness and Shou. It would be the two of them and in the dark Yutaka would sense his body so close next to himself and he would feel his own heartbeat too fast and too loud and his mouth would feel dry. No ghost haunting those woods could be scarier than this.

“It’s okay.” This time, it was Shou who said it. He didn’t sound teasing and he didn’t sound scared. He sounded like the person Yutaka trusted more than anything.

He reached out and placed his hand over Yutaka’s holding the flashlight.

In the end, Yutaka wasn’t sure whom of them had turned the switch. But suddenly it was dark around them. It was the kind of dark you didn’t get in the city. Even if he looked directly at him, Yutaka could not make out Shou’s profile.

He could still sense Shou’s hand on his own, though.

For the first time tonight, Kyan Yutaka felt scared.

***

“I mean, I do appreciate that you guys treated me to this trip”, Jun said.

He did not appreciate it at all.

For his birthday present, he could have imagined something better than spending his only free days in between public appearances at some godforsaken hotel with his bandmembers.

“I do love spending time with you guys on my birthday”, Jun continued.

He would have preferred to be home right now. With his family.

“But do we really have to …”, he gestured towards the trees in front of them.

Jun wasn’t a friend of nature. At least, not nature in the dark.

“Come on, Jun”, Kenji said. “We have a special surprise for you, but we have to walk up there.”

Jun could imagine all too well what that surprise would look like.

They would make him walk through the forest at night with nothing by his side but Kenji and a flashlight. And then they would prank him by giving him a scare. And although Jun saw it coming, he would scream and maybe even cry, because there always was the chance that this time – just this time – it wasn’t Shou and Yutaka jumping out from behind a tree.

Jun hadn’t chosen to be superstitious and he hadn’t chosen to be scared so easily. But that did not stop his bandmembers from taking advantage of it.

They would probably record it on video as well and then they would share his silly screams all over the internet, having a good laugh at it.

Jun wished he was as indifferent to the dark as Kenji or that at least his screams were just a little fake like those of Shou and Yutaka. Knowing he at least had done it on purpose to please the audience would restore some of his dignity. But Jun was far too scared to fake either bravery or fear. All he could do was try his best to hold back the tears.

“Can’t you give me the surprise down here?”, Jun asked and gestured over to the brightly lit windows of the hotel behind them.

They were still so close that they didn’t really need the flashlight yet, but Jun was already feeling uncomfortable.

Human beings weren’t supposed to roam the forest at this time of night. At this hour, it belonged to otherworldly beings. Jun had thought everyone knew about that. Just his bandmembers didn’t seem to care.

“No, we can’t”, Kenji chimed happily.

He was walking so confidently his steps were almost bouncing. Jun wished he would slow down. He wasn’t in a hurry to get away from the hotel any further.

He wondered why he was following Kenji to begin with. He knew that it was going to be a prank – and none that would end nicely for him.

But deep down, Jun still believed in Golden Bomber. He believed that no matter how cruel his bandmembers treated him from time to time, that really, they valued his contribution and that some day they would express how much they appreciated Jun. Maybe that day was today. Maybe they had changed and instead of playing a mean joke on him, they just wanted to express their love and admiration.

Chances weren’t high, admittedly, but Jun felt like he ought to give them the opportunity to prove themselves at least. He had given them plenty of opportunities already.

Leaves rustled under his shoes as they walked on. Every noise they created made Jun want to flinch.

“Kenji?”, he asked.

The light from the hotel had vanished completely by now. The path before them was illuminated by the flashlight, but Kenji was just a silhouette in the dark.

“Don’t worry, Jun”, Kenji said casually.

Jun wondered how Kenji managed to stay so calm in such a sinister environment. Maybe it came from growing up on the countryside. Maybe Kenji was just fearless.

Something like the far-away echo of a human voice rang out suddenly.

This time, Jun did flinch. He whimpered.

“Someone is screaming”, he said.

“I didn’t hear anything”, Kenji said.

Jun assumed he was lying. Or his own nervous senses were already playing tricks on him.

“Maybe someone got attacked”, he pointed out.

Kenji snorted.

“By what? A tree? A bush? Those are the only things out here.”

The sound came back, Jun was sure of it.

He had to control himself violently to not cling to Kenji’s back. If there were ghosts in this forest, even Kenji wouldn’t be able to protect him.

“Oh fuck”, Kenji said all of a sudden.

Alarmed Jun turned around.

“What?”, he asked.

“I forgot my phone. I’m not sure I will find the right spot without it”, Kenji said, percussing the pockets of his pants demonstratively. “I will have to get it.”

“Great, we can go back”, Jun said, trying not to sound too relieved. Having to go all the way back was bad enough already.

“No, no, I will get it myself”, Kenji said. “You just wait here.”

Jun let out a nervous laughter, just to cover up how close he was to crying.

“No way”, he protested.

“You can just continue to walk up the path”, Kenji offered. “I’ll catch up to you.”

“No!”, Jun said and walked after Kenji, who now took a few steps backwards.

“I’ll be back in no time”, Kenji said, but Jun reached out to take hold of his arm.

“Don’t you dare to leave me here!”, he shouted.

Kenji took back another step, avoiding Jun’s grasp. He also switched off the flashlight.

All of a sudden, it was dark around them. In the city, it never got this dark, Jun thought. In this kind of darkness, you lost orientation immediately.

He stumbled forwards, his arms held out in front of him to eventually catch Kenji, but all he met with was empty space.

“Kenji?”, he called out. “Kenji?!”

For a moment he listened.

They had created so much noise while walking up here, but now there wasn’t even the sound of Kenji’s footsteps. He could trot as lightly as a cat, if he wanted to.

Hot pressure started to burn behind Jun’s eyelids, but he swallowed hard to fight it back.

He felt lonely and vulnerable. Whatever lured in these woods, Jun was defenceless against it now. Kenji hadn’t even left him the flashlight. It was scary and it was cruel. Once more, Jun’s bandmembers had let him down.

As quietly as possible – to not stir anything or anyone tonight – Jun sat down on the ground. He wasn’t going to walk around here alone. He would just wait for Kenji to come back. Or for the sun to come up. Whatever happened first.

Slowly, his eyes started to adjust to the darkness. He still couldn’t make out anything, but the night seemed to tone down to a normal black with different shades and shadows in it.

Jun took in another deep breath. He was beginning to calm down.

That was when the ghosts started their howling.

***

“It’s so dark”, Shou muttered, pulling back his hand from Yutaka’s. He had already held on to it for far too long.

Fact was that he didn’t want to let go. Holding on to Yutaka felt soothing and like he was safe with him; even in the dark of night.

“It’s the middle of the night. We’re in the woods. Darkness really comes unexpected here”, Yutaka said dryly.

His voice sounded louder in the dark. Maybe because Shou was listening more closely, or maybe because Yutaka tried to cover up some insecurities of his own.

“Oh, shut up”, Shou said, shoving his shoulder against Yutaka next to himself. He liked the feeling of their arms brushing against each other. Yutaka’s skin was always warm.

“Mmh”, Shou gave a low hum. The sound of his own voice calmed him down. If he concentrated on the humming, he couldn’t listen to worrisome sounds from the woods.

He thought of something to say, but everything he usually had to offer in such a situation would bounce off Yutaka for sure.

If Shou told him he was scared, Yutaka would scold him to man up. If he asked for protection, Yutaka would hand him a stick to protect himself.

Of course, Shou did not feel like he needed protection.

But he thought it would feel nice, if Yutaka tried. He could wrap his arm around Shou and whisper soothing words into his ear. It wouldn’t matter what he said, it would be about the gesture and the intimacy.

Shou had always liked Yutaka best of all the members. He had liked him best of pretty much all the people in the world. He was handsome and charming and funny and Shou had dropped quite a few hints over the course of time.

But no matter how obvious he made it for Yutaka to act upon it, he hadn’t reacted to it at all.

“I’m worried we’re taking it too far”, Shou said quietly. “It’s really scary out here.”

He reached out again, putting his hand onto Yutaka’s lower arm. It was meant to look like a joke; as if he just wanted to emphasize his words by clinging to him. Really, he just wanted to touch Yutaka’s arm.

Shou liked to hold on to someone. He viewed himself as the kind of person who would be scared and who needed protection. Because he was tired of trying so hard for everything. He wanted to be spoiled, he wanted to be held tightly by someone as handsome as Yutaka and feel like allowing the other one to be strong was enough to make himself loveable.

“He’ll be fine”, Yutaka said.

As usually, he spoke quite coldly. Shou pulled back his hand again.

“How will we even know Jun is close?”, he asked, letting annoyance drip into his voice now.

He was annoyed that he was always the one reaching out to Yutaka; that he was always the one making offers and that it was leading him nowhere.

Sometimes, he just wanted to pick a fight with Yutaka, because he got angry at him for not wanting to be Shou’s saviour.

“We’ll know when we hear him sobbing”, Yutaka stated.

He spoke matter-of-factly and it was his seriousness that made Shou laugh in spite of himself. Yutaka was an idiot. An idiot who always said the wrong things and who always said the right things nonetheless.

Shou had always thought he would be happy once someone held him unconditionally, that he would be happy if someone allowed him to be weak. But he had been held like that before and he had had partners who had allowed him to be weak as well. It had felt nice. But he wasn’t sure if he had actually been happy.

Whenever Yutaka made him laugh, however, Shou’s chest felt bubbly and hot and he wished he could stop time to always feel this light.

It made him feel angry at Yutaka, because those emotions didn’t match with the person as whom Shou liked to view himself. It also made him feel overjoyed, though. It was confusing.

He let out a high-pitched sigh that turned into a groan towards the end.

Something hit the top of his head.

“What are you doing?!”, Yutaka scolded. He sounded slightly amused, though.

“I’m practicing scary noises”, Shou replied with his best ghost voice.

“If you ever get tired of doing music, I’m sure they’ll hire you at a chamber of horrors”, Yutaka said.

“I got the voice?”, Shou asked back in his normal tone.

“You got the face, too”, Yutaka said.

“Oi!”, Shou shouted and shoved against Yutaka’s shoulder again.

He reached out into the dark. His eyes had adjusted to the night and very vaguely, he could make out the shape of Yutaka’s body. He tried to take hold of his hands, but didn’t find them immediately.

“Give me the flashlight!”, he inquired.

“You’re still scared of the dark?”, Yutaka teased, moving against him, probably to get the flashlight out of Shou’s reach.

Shou’s hands were brushing over Yutaka’s thighs and up his chest, still groping for the flashlight.

“No, I just want to punch you with it!”, Shou replied and Yutaka started laughing.

Only when Yutaka’s body started shaking against his, did Shou realize how close he had gotten to him unintentionally.

If he was honest, making Yutaka laugh caused the warm, bubbly feeling in his chest, too. He felt like wanting to stop time again.

“Hey”, Yutaka suddenly said quietly.

His voice was very close. His body felt so warm, Shou couldn’t pull back. For a moment, he didn’t care about the darkness and about the cold and about the wood and the spirits and the ghosts and the bugs and Jun and Kenji and really anything at all. He only cared about Yutaka’s voice so close to him and his hand suddenly on Shou’s neck and his own heartbeat. Then he leaned in and forgot about those things as well, because Yutaka’s lips were soft and warm like everything about him. They curled up against Shou’s mouth as if he was smiling into the kiss and Shou felt the unreasonable need to giggle.

This was what it felt like, he realized. Being happy.

He pulled back a little, his hands clinging onto the fabric of Yutaka’s shirt without Shou being able to recall when he had grabbed it.

In the far distance something like a shout resounded.

It sounded suspiciously like a human voice – calling out Kenji’s name.

“Did you hear that?”, Shou whispered half-heartedly.

He could imagine a lot of things more fun than going out to look for Jun right now. All of them started with kissing Yutaka again, but most didn’t stop there.

“Just faintly”, Yutaka mumbled back, pulling Shou in again. “Must be the howling of ghosts.”

***

Kenji hadn’t walked back all the way to the hotel.

He had just trotted down the path for a while, before turning back again.

According to the plan, Jun had stumbled farther along the path until he eventually ran into Shou and Yutaka, who would give him a mighty scare – which they recorded on their mobile phones of course.

Once Jun had calmed down, Kenji would sneak up onto the group and repeat.

He had to admit, though, that the plan wasn’t quite bulletproof.

It had been difficult enough to leave Jun behind earlier. He had proven to be clingy. It was possible he hadn’t followed the path at all. Maybe he had tried to return to the hotel on his own. Maybe the ghosts had gotten him. Maybe he had been lost in the forest. Maybe, they would have to go look for Jun’s dead body in the morning.

And even if this part of the plan had worked out, there was still the possibility that Shou and Yutaka had missed their entry. Leaving the two of them alone together in the dark hadn’t been the brightest idea, had they asked Kenji. They tended to get distracted by each other easily, to put it nicely. Sometimes, it was torture to watch them prowling around each other with neither of them finally making a move. Kenji’s worst fear was, that once they decided to make a move – it would be bad timing.

Quietly, he walked up the path again, careful not to create any unnecessary noise. He had to keep the flashlight switched off as well, if he didn’t want Jun to notice him. Kenji didn’t mind much, though. He wasn’t afraid of the dark and his natural balance kept him from tripping on the uneven ground.

He was about to reach the point where he had left Jun behind. For a moment, Kenji paused.

If he listened really closely, he could hear soft rustling and small inhales now and then.

Kenji stomped down hard to create some noise.

“Kenji?”, Jun’s voice came out of the dark. He sounded like he was on the edge of a nervous breakdown.

Kenji inhaled deeply, too. Jun hadn’t moved a bit.

“Yes, it’s me”, he confirmed and switched the flashlight on.

Jun was sitting on the ground, a mess of ripped leaves on his lap. Obviously, he had torn them up to keep his hands busy.

“Sorry to make you wait”, Kenji said and sat down next to Jun.

He was keeping the light away from his face as to not blind him, but he could see how the corners of his mouth were wrinkled up and his lips were trembling as always when Jun tried to fight back tears.

Kenji felt sorry they had put him through this - and wouldn’t even get a funny video in return.

“Idiot”, Jun said and boxed against Kenji’s chest.

Kenji did not protest. He deserved it.

“Actually, Shou and Yutaka were supposed to give you a scare”, Kenji said.

“I figured.” Jun folded his hands on his lap, right on top of the crumpled leaves. Kenji knew how much he hated to get his clothes dirty. The sight was even more touching therefore.

“Maybe they didn’t find you”, Kenji offered.

“Oh, I did get a scare alright”, Jun said, speaking hastily and excited now, so his lisping shone through more violently.

Kenji looked at him questioningly. With the flashlight pointing away from his face, Jun could probably not see it, but Kenji banked on the fact that he would continue talking anyway.

“There, can you hear that?”, Jun asked, raising his index finger to signal for Kenji to listen attentively.

At first, Kenji thought that Jun, who was so easily frightened, had been imagining things.

But then he heard it too.

It sounded almost like human voices, but faint and strange. It wasn’t someone talking, but something more animalic; guttural sounds that could only be born in this kind of haunted nights.

“It’s the ghosts howling”, Jun said seriously.

Kenji stayed silent to listen some more.

His first thought had been ghosts, too, but he wasn’t quite sure if howling was really the right term. It rather sounded like moaning and sighing.

“Or something even scarier”, Jun added meaningful.

Kenji glanced at him.

Jun looked as if he didn’t want to spend more thoughts on the second option. He also looked exhausted and distraught.

Kenji decided that Jun had been through enough for tonight.

“You are right”, he said soothingly. “I’m sure it’s the howling of ghosts.”

#Golden Bomber #utahiroba jun #Kiryuuin Shou #Kyan Yutaka #Darvish Kenji #kirikyan #fanfiction #fanfic #Happy bday jun #and happy bday t-san of course

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justpeachyshua · 6 years ago

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pairing: hoshi x reader rating/warnings: teen+ for language; no warnings au: college au?? word count: 4,045 summary: “Ever since my first date, I’ve had the absolute worst luck when it comes to relationships. Bad dates, lying, cheating - I’ve seen it all. So, I decided to give up dating completely. It’s just better that way. No hurting, no heartbreak. I’ve strictly stuck by this rule for years now. That is, until I ran into a particularly spunky dancer on campus.”

note: so uhhh, I should definitely point out that I haven’t posted in months and that this was supposed to be for hoshi’s bday but it’s.... definitely way past that. but it’s done ya know! I’d like to believe that the quality maybe makes up for how late it is. It’s worth noting that over the summer I was on kind of a hiatus since I was in japan for a month and, now that school’s going on, updates are probably gonna be even slower, at least for longer fics like these. that being said, I’m gonna try branching out and making shorter imagines, maybe even some bulleted ones? just so I can post more often without my content being actual shit lmao. anyways enjoy the fic <3

I've never been the type of person who was good at dating. In fact, I'm fairly confident that some force in this universe was entirely dead set on making sure that every single relationship I entered ended in disaster. It all started in 6th grade when a classmate of mine asked me to watch a movie with him. I was all done up, wearing an outfit I had bought only the day before, and yet halfway through the movie, I felt something come up my throat and before I knew it I was vomiting onto the floor in front of me due to the sheer amount of caffeine, sugar, and nerves running through me. In sophomore year, I got my first real boyfriend, but that relationship lasted about a week before he revealed that he asked me out as a dare and couldn't bring himself to break up with me until then. This pattern of misfortune only continued through high school with various failed dates and boyfriends who lied and cheated. At some point, I got sick of it and, after graduating, I vowed to give up on dating completely.

From then on, I avoided romance like the plague. If anyone seemed to like me or even asked me out, I would gently let them down. I made sure that close friendships were just friendships and that I never led anyone on. At least, I tried. You see, for the first time in my life, there was an exception to my rule. Towards the beginning of my freshman year of college, Kwon Soonyoung stepped, or rather crashed, into my life.

I was a few yards away from the entrance to the dorms and I was rushing inside to retrieve a textbook from a friend, when someone ran right into me, knocking me down. I fell against my bag with a thud and, looking up, I saw the small wheels of a... Razor scooter? The person riding the scooter – a young guy with floppy black hair – had fallen, too, and I could see that he had scraped his knee on the concrete.

"Are you okay?!" The guy crawled up to me, still on the ground. He looked me over, checking to see if I was injured with a comically concerned face.

"Yeah, I'm fine, don't worry about it," I assured him. "What about you, though? Is your knee okay?"

I pointed to his scraped knee which was already beginning to bleed. He looked down, noticing the wound and, to my surprise, laughed. "I'll be okay! It happens all the time when I'm practicing." Before I could ask him what he meant, he added, "Which reminds me!" He shoved a flyer into my hands. "You should come see the dance team's performance tonight!"

I turned the flyer over, revealing a hand-drawn night sky with a large star in the center, containing the information for the performance. It was endearing. "Did you do this?"

"Ah no, my friend Mingyu did, actually. He's an art major so we asked him to design the flyers for us. I'm just the leader of the team," he explained, a large grin ever present on his face.

"Oh." I folded the flyer and stuffed it into my bag. I stood up, offered my hand to the guy, and helped him up. "I'll see if I can go." My eyes landed on his scooter again. "Uh, what’s the scooter for?"

"It's a faster way to get around," he said matter-of-factly. "I'm pretty new with it, though, so I need to get better at riding it."

"Well, good luck with that. Try not to run into anyone else today," I said, turning to enter the dorm again.

"Oh wait!" He called out. "What's your name? I'll put you on the VIP list. For, you know, accidentally running into you."

"It's Y/N. What's yours?"

"Soonyoung! But when I'm performing, call me Hoshi!" His grin grew wider and spread to his eyes, which shut into half-moons. The brightness in his eyes was captivating and his happiness was infectious, so much so that I practically forgot about our little crash entirely.

"See you later then, Hoshi." I waved him goodbye and finally went inside the dorm as I planned.

After I finished my last class that night, I decided to attend the performance and, to my amazement, Soonyoung was spectacular. He had kept his word of putting me on the "VIP list," though I found out when I got there that I was the only one on the list and that there wasn't really a list to begin with, just a simple promise. Before the show began, someone from the team (who I presumed to be a long-time member) brought Soonyoung out on stage, after which he gave a small introduction and revealed that he choreographed the whole show. I seemed to be the only one in the audience that was shocked at this and I was only further impressed when I saw the choreography itself. As soon as the team stepped on stage together and began their first song, my eyes were locked on Soonyoung – Hoshi in this setting – who was front and center. His moves were simultaneously fluid and powerful and unlike any dancing I had seen before. I began to wonder if he was secretly a professional choreographer masked as a college student.

When the performance ended, I was the first to approach him and congratulate him on his job well done, going on and on about the quality of the show. He seemed ecstatic, his face lighting up ten times brighter than it was earlier in the day.

"So, you'll come to our next performance, right? It'll be a couple of months from now." He asked with the widest smile on his face.

I nodded. "Sure." I pulled my phone out of my bag. "Here, put your number in my phone and let me know about the next performance." He took my phone and quickly typed in his number before handing it back to me. I noticed he had put it in as "Kwon Hoshi ☆" and I couldn’t help but laugh.

"I'll make sure I remind you of everything we do, don't worry!" He beamed. "You know, I think we're going to be good friends."

"I think so too."

That was years ago and, in the time between then and now, we really had become great friends. He convinced me to become the manager of the dance team, though that just meant giving them song suggestions and feedback when they practiced and lounging around with them when they hung out outside of meetings. Through that, I managed to make a ton more friends than I was anticipating, including the other "founders" of the team, Minghao, Jun, and Chan. The five of us became extremely close and, before I knew it, we were drinking together, spilling secrets, and having movie nights every week. Soonyoung especially became my best friend with him often spending the night at my apartment off-campus and even exchanging clothes with me sometimes.

He was a grade ahead of me, so I had to watch him graduate a year before I did. Admittedly, a lot of tears were shed, but he came back the very next year to cheer for me as I crossed the stage with my degree. After that, we decided we might as well become roomies as we figured shit out and he officially moved into my tiny apartment, taking what used to be the guest room. We've been living together for about a year and a half now and, over the course of this time, I've come dangerously close to loving Kwon Soonyoung.

What used to be small, cute mannerisms when we were in college have become all too alluring now that it's just the two of us. Before, neither of us would really cook when he was over and instead just order chicken and pizza, but now that he lives here full-time, I've noticed how he talks to himself as he figures out online recipes. When he styles his hair every morning, he always asks how it looks and I always push a few stray hairs away before I tell him he looks cool. Often, he'll wake up and walk straight to the kitchen without his pants on because he took them off before sleeping and forgot to put them on again. I don't stare, of course, but I can't ignore it either. Of course, the other guys do come by and make it feel like the old days again, but I can never shake the image of him falling asleep on the coach after a long night of watching anime or him dancing around the living room as he brushes his teeth. Everything he does totes the line between goofy and charming and it has me falling for him harder than I’d like to be.

Which brings me to a very important day: Soonyoung's birthday. See, for as long as we've been friends, Soonyoung and I have always made each other's birthdays as stellar as possible. One year I took him to paint a giant mural with me; The next year he took me bungee jumping. Generally, we tried to one up what we did the year before or at least do something equally as spectacular This year, however, I did something different. For his last birthday I had taken him to a SHINee fansign and had already planned to take him to Japan the next year, but I ended up changing my mind. This year, I instead decided to go on a simple picnic with Soonyoung. This decision came partially from the lack of funds for plane tickets and partially from one desire: To finally tell Soonyoung my thoughts on dating. For as long as we’d been friends, I had never quite opened to him about my fear of dating and, even considering how endearing and comfortable he was, I had to set some sort of boundary to prevent misfortune. So, it was decided. I would have to make our relationship clear – just friends, no feelings. At least, I hoped.

When he woke up that morning (wearing his pajama pants for once), I was already awake and making breakfast for the both of us. He sniffed the air and instantly became more alert. "Pancakes? You're spoiling me." He rushed over to sit at the island counter. "So, what's on the agenda for today?"

I placed the last finished pancake onto a plate and carried it over to him, setting a bottle of syrup in front of him as well. "Well, I was thinking we could just have a chill day and maybe go on a picnic at the park nearby?"

He looked up at me, scanning my face for any sign that I was joking. When he saw that I was completely serious, he silently nodded. "Awesome! What time should we go?" I could tell he wanted to ask why we weren't going all out this year, but he probably sensed that it would've been an awkward thing to pry about. I didn't want to disappoint him, so I hoped that he would at least enjoy today's activities.

"Maybe around 1:00?" I checked my phone, seeing that it was only 10:28. "That gives us about two and a half hours before then."

"Sounds good, then." He smiled before digging into the pancakes in front of him. He let out a long and satisfied sigh. "God, these are so good." I only grinned as I watched him eat, slowly picking at a plate of my own.

Within a few minutes we were both finished, and I took his plate to put in the sink. He padded over to the couch and I soon joined him, plopping down in the crevice I'd made from sitting in that exact spot for over two years. "By the way, I'm going to need you to leave the house for at least an hour before we leave."

He whipped his head towards me. "Aha! So there is a catch!"

"What?"

"You're planning something special for me, aren't you? That's why you want me out of the house, right? So you can bring a whole bunch of people in. Or better yet! You're bringing a dog home!" He exclaimed.

"I’m- I’m sorry, Soonyoung. No, I just need the time to make the food for the picnic and to get some things together. It's a surprise so I don't want you to see it.”

He became visibly more disappointed, albeit by just a bit. "Oh. That's okay. I'm sure I'll love whatever we do." He gave me his usual toothy smile. "I could see about hanging out with Chan for a bit to give you time."

"Thanks. And let him know he left some socks here the last time he stopped by."

"You got it," he said, already messaging Chan and beginning to get ready. "I'll be out of your hair in a bit. Just let me know when you're done!"

Within a few minutes, he was out of the door and I was left to begin my plan. I had already gotten a few recipes from my mom on a terribly long phone call the night before and cooking it took about an hour on its own, so the rest of the time was spent gathering everything else such as fruit, chips, drinks, and of course the crucial basket and blanket. At that point, I still had about 40 minutes remaining, so I found myself scrolling on my phone and becoming increasingly worried as my thoughts roamed. What if the food spills in the basket and we don’t have anything to eat? What if he has a secret allergy he never told me about and he goes into anaphylactic shock because of something I made? What if he ends our friendship after I tell him how I feel? The whole point of my plan is so I can avoid ruining our friendship, but what if that’s exactly what happens? What if he has feelings for me?

My phone pinged with a new text, snapping me out of my thoughts.

Kwon Hoshi ☆: hey! you almost ready? I can start heading back anytime you want~

I was relieved to be pulled out of my mental spiral. Looking at his message, I smiled at the squiggly he so often used when texting. It was cute and somehow evoked the exact tone he spoke with in person. I wanted to be able to hear that for a while, especially after today.

Me: hey, yeah I’m all done. you can come back now. just meet me at the entrance to the park, ok?

Kwon Hoshi ☆: you got it!!

The walk to the park took only a couple of minutes and, once I arrived, I sat on the neartest bench and waited for Soonyoung to walk up any second. Twenty minutes passed by, then thirty, then fifty, and soon well over an hour had passed and I was still sat there. No messages. No Soonyoung. Plenty of people had passed by – families with small children, a few groups of teenagers looking to play some sports in the open fields, and couples walking along the path, hands intertwined. I tried not to watch.

Finally, once I was about ready to give up and just head home, I heard someone shout my name from a few yards away. It was Soonyoung, out of breath and jogging towards me.

“Soonyoung, are you okay? Where have you been?”

“I was,” Pant. “In the car with Chan,” Pant. “He was driving me back.” Pant. “And I-”

“Okay, you need to sit down and catch your breath, you’re breathing way too hard right now.”

He sat and took a moment to calm down. “There was a huge accident that happened right in front of us. Someone completely swerved out of their lane and crashed into another car. So, for a while, we were in shock. At that point, my phone was dead because my charger stopped working while I was at Chan’s. Anyways, traffic was so bad that we were there for like twenty minutes just waiting to go past this super busy intersection that was all clogged up. In the end, Chan said I should just get out of the car and walk to the park since he’d probably be there a while. The walk took me a while, but I’m here now.”

“Sooyoung that’s- that’s crazy. I’m really sorry that all happened.” I had to take a few seconds to comprehend all that he had recounted to me. There was a very visceral, very unnerving feeling within me at that moment. Something was telling me that this wasn’t going to go well.

“No, I’m sorry. I’m super late and you’ve probably been sitting here for so long after you went through all the trouble to make food and everything.” But then again, with Soonyoung’s radiating optimism, I’m sure I’ll be able to get over it.

“It’s all good.” I gave him a reassuring smile. “I’m just glad you’re here now. Now come on, we should find a good spot to sit.”

We walked, gazing at the various photo-esque locations and quickly finding their flaws: a cute spot under the shade of a tree (too many bugs), a spot with some breeze by the stream (uncomfortable rocks and uneven terrain), a spot on the stone in front of a water fountain (as cute as they were, too many screaming, jumping kids). Yet finally, as we approached the far end of the park, we found the quaintest, quietest, most peaceful spot in the grass. It was sunny and warm and surrounded by yards of bright flowers. We agreed to settle there and placed our blanket down, beginning to unpack our lunch.

I found my initial bad impression begin to fade as we calmly ate, going in and out of conversation and generally just enjoying the other’s presence. Despite the simplicity of the meal, Soonyoung continuously reminded me how much he loved it. I was pleased to hear his compliments even if I did deny them. Soon enough we were finished with the food and I was reading the newest novel I had bought, picking back up from where I left off. In the cool and comfortable atmosphere, it almost felt as though we were one of the many couples in the park that day, enjoying a nice day out in the sun together, in love. I could see how a random passerby could glance at us and think, “Ah, what a cute date.” After all, with Soonyoung’s head laying on my lap as I read out loud to him, he did sort of look like my boyfriend. The entire time my eyes were fixed to the page as I focused on following the story and adding voices to each character for entertainment’s sake, but I took a pause for once to look down at Soonyoung. He was looking directly at me, eyes peering into my own, and I suddenly felt very vulnerable under his gaze.

“Soonyoung, I have to tell you something.”

Plop. Right in the middle of Soonyoung’s forehead landed a drop of water. Plop plop plop. Quickly, the rain began to fall and spiraled into a thunderstorm within seconds. Soonyoung jumped up as I rushed to throw my book and all our containers into the basket and run for cover, using the picnic blanket to shield the both of us. The other parkgoers also hurried to find a spot to stay dry and, evidently, we were left with nowhere to go.

“Let’s try to catch a bus home!” Soonyoung suggested. I nodded, and we sprinted to the stop outside the park entrance, dodging the rain under a couple of trees along the way.

“You have got to be kidding me!” I shouted. Just outside the gates was a bus, empty and unmoving, with about ten bus drivers with varying degrees of intense protests written on picket signs.

“Shit, how could I forget? Bus drivers have been on strike all week, there’s no way we’re gonna convince them to bring us home.”

By now we had been out in the rain for at least four minutes and we were drenched despite our efforts to protect ourselves with the blanket. I should have known. Soonyoung being late in the first place was the first red flag, but I chose to ignore it. I chose to ignore it because I knew I was enjoying what we had, pretending we were a couple. It was so incredibly selfish. It was selfish the way I let myself get caught up in the moment. It was selfish the way I let my bad luck get in the way. It was selfish the way I ruined Soonyoung’s birthday by making it all about me.

I kept my head down in shame. While my body was freezing cold, my eyes began to burn with tears. I willed them to stay back but I couldn’t stop them, and so they fell and I heaved.

He turned to me and began to rub my back. “Hey, are you okay?”

I sobbed then. “I’m sorry, Soonyoung. I wanted to make your birthday nice, but I just ruined it.”

He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into his chest. “It’s okay. It’s not your fault. Don’t worry about it.”

“No, this was supposed to be your day. Today was supposed to be special. I was supposed to take you to Japan and instead we’re stuck here in the rain, freezing our asses off,” I choked out.

Looking up, I saw his brow furrow into an unreadable expression. “Maybe we don’t have to be.” He shrugged the blanket off his shoulder, wrapping it around my head, and gently grabbed my hand. In a spontaneous burst of energy not uncommon to Soonyoung, he took off in a run with me trailing behind. He dragged me to the nearest store awning and plucked an umbrella from the bin beside the door.

“Soonyoung, what are you doing?” I asked.

“Just follow my lead.”

With a flourish, he pushed the umbrella open, held it over his head, and sprang out onto the street with a splash. He motioned back to the bin, urging me to grab an umbrella for myself. I hesitantly pulled one out and opened it before joining Soonyoung on the street. He grabbed my hand once again and led me into a simple dance. As we moved about, we kicked up large splashes of rain on the street below us. We spun around, making large strides from side to side and twirling the handles of our umbrellas. Once we were both completely out of breath, we returned to the store awning.

I regulated my breathing before starting. “Now what was all that about?”

“I wanted to show you that this day hasn’t been completely ruined. Even if it’s pouring, we can still have a good time if we’re together.” He took my hand in his once more, this time clasping both of his hands around it. They were comfortably and unusually warm considering the current weather conditions. “I say we head home with these umbrellas and make some frozen pizza. What do you think?”

“That sounds pretty good.” I couldn’t help but smile. “But I still feel pretty shitty about today. I- I don’t exactly have the best luck with these kinds of things.”

The corner of his lips tugged into a sympathetic grin. “Don’t worry about it.” He gingerly pressed a kiss onto the top of my head. “This is the best birthday date I could ask for.”

And in that moment, I came to accept what I had with Kwon Soonyoung, my best friend, my roommate, and the object of my affection. After all these years of letting guys into my life and repeatedly getting knocked down, I found the one boy who could quell those worries. I found the one boy who could step up to the universe and tell it to fuck right off as he danced away in the middle of a thunderstorm. I found the one boy who I finally felt lucky to have.

#hello this took me like 4 months to finish #bc im an actual piece of shit haha #but yes i'll try to write shorter things to update more frequently #seventeen #svt #seventeen imagines #svt imagines #seventeen fic #svt fic #seventeen fanfic #svt fanfic #hoshi #kwon soonyoung #hoshi imagine #hoshi fanfic #hoshi fic #hoshi seventeen

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peetabreadgirl · 7 years ago

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Writer’s Block, CH7

Here it is! Thanks @litlifelover for the gif suggestion! I’m going to use it because there is a stay moment here. Thanks also to everyone that gave their gif opinion! I think we can all agree we just like Everlark together, however we can get them there. So here’s a little ‘togetherness’ for you. Read on AO3 or FFnet if you like. And happy continued bday to @katnissdoesnotfollowback. It’s almost time again! Lol. I’m slow....

“Done.”

I open one eye and stare at Peeta, sitting cross-legged next to me on my bed with his computer in his lap. The bright glow of the screen is the only lighting in the room. It’s two in the morning and our project is due in 6 hours. He’s been re-reading and editing here and there while I fell asleep. I don’t know how he’s still awake.

“Really?” My voice is raspy from sleep and my eye closes, too heavy to care that it’s finally finished. But my body feels weightless at the news.

“Really.” I listen to the click of the laptop closing, the sliding of it onto my nightstand before he says softly, “It’s late. I should go.” He stands from the bed but doesn’t get far before my hand is around his wrist. I let my fingers slide down, tangling with his.

“Stay?”

He doesn’t hesitate, nodding and stripping off his shirt before he climbs back onto the bed. My eyes are suddenly not so heavy, but it’s too dark to see much, so I turn over as Peeta curls around me, pulling a blanket over us. His arm across my stomach is comforting, and the warmth of his body would lull me right to sleep, but there’s something pressing against me that’s not going to allow that.

Peeta’s hips flex once, and my lungs stop working. His breath ghosts across my neck and cheek, my mind racing and heart starting to thump harder. He doesn’t move again. Eventually his breathing evens out and I know he’s asleep. I’m not sure if I’m relieved or disappointed. A mixture of both maybe?

I inhale deeply and try to go to sleep. Since it seems Peeta can do it so easily after being turned on, I should be able to as well. But no. An hour later, I’m still staring at the plain off-white wall, turned dingier by the lack of lighting. My eyes are big enough to set tea cups on and drier than the desert. I bet I haven’t blinked in seven minutes. I rub them closed and huff a big sigh, which causes Peeta to shuffle and his hand moves from my ribs to my lower stomach. An instant surge of need hits me. Shit.

And it’s not going away. Not with him so close. If anything, it’s getting worse. Or better, depending on how I want to look at it. I count sheep to keep from thinking that the only things separating our private parts are four minimal layers of clothing - my sleep pants, Peeta’s basketball shorts, and our underwear.

I don’t mean to wiggle my butt and push into him, but I can’t help it. He breathes and adjusts, turning his hips slightly away from me and repositions his hand back to my ribs. Not exactly what I had in mind.

What do I do now? I guess I could get up to go to the bathroom and take care of it myself. At least it would help me get some sleep out of this busted night. But I’m too… something to move. Too nervous or too aroused. Should I just wake him up and ask? No. I can feel my cheeks turn scarlet at the mere thought of it. We haven’t done more than steal a few kisses over the last week. There just hasn’t been time between work and school.

But there is now.

I wiggle against him a second time. “Peeta?” It’s a whisper, just to test if he’s fallen into deep sleep yet.

“Mmm,” is his sleepy response and he snuggles close to me again, but goes still. I lace my fingers through his, wiggling once more before I give up. This night is going to suck. I’ve decided to close my eyes and ignore my body when his fingers curl in deliciously against my bare stomach where my shirt has ridden up. Sparks ignite inside me as he starts to draw lazy circles with every one of his fingertips.

“Aren’t you tired?” he asks in a sleep-roughened voice.

My heart beats a few times as I decide how best to answer. “No,” I whisper truthfully. His lips touch the bare skin of my shoulder while his hand continues to create delicate art above the waist of my pants. I can’t help reaching behind me and sinking my fingers into his hair. He groans and flattens his palm against my belly, pulling my hips into his. I can feel him again, but my concentration is lost when his fingers wander further south.

“Katniss?” His lips are at my ear now. The warm breath that tickles me also lights me on fire. My lips are pressed together so hard my only response is a muffled, “Mmm?”

“Can I touch you?”

I don’t say anything. I am physically incapable of speech right now, so I cover his hand with mine, guide it to the waistband of my pants and push it underneath, letting him know without words that I want him to touch me. I need him to touch me. Sleeping next to him even for the few nights we have has turned into sweet torture. To hell with slow.

When his fingers sink between my legs, my toes curl. It’s exactly what I’ve been waiting for, but way too soon he removes his hand. My chest almost explodes with disappointment until I realize he’s tugging on the elastic sitting lower on my hips than it was moments ago. His lips hover just below my left earlobe, and the warmth of his breath raises tiny bumps across all of my body when he asks me, “Can you take these off?” Again, I say nothing. Just shed my clothing like he wants. I’ll do anything he asks right now.

His hand returns to the place I want - no need - it most, and my body is on a climb to the top of an imaginary mountain. Every stroke of his finger is a step towards the peak, and when I finally get there, there’s no time to spend ogling the view. I jump off the other side without a parachute. Weeks of frustration and longing shatter beneath his touch as I sail to the valley below. It’s even better than the first time it happened in his apartment and I wonder how soon we’ll be doing that again, out loud apparently because he answers with a soft laugh.

“Anytime you want. That was amazing.” He nuzzles my neck with his nose as I float down from my spectacular high. My body sags against his as he cocoons me from behind, completely and utterly relaxed. He doesn’t try to go any further than that. If I had the energy I might wonder why, since the story is technically finished and there will be no more adding to it. No opportunity to write our experiences as Julia’s and Adam’s. But I don’t bother to analyze it, and in no time at all I’m drifting off.

“It’s a big, big, big daaaa-aaaay!” Professor Trinket sing-songs at the beginning of class on Monday. “Hopefully, you all sent your submissions in to my email by the start of class. I’ve already seen a few that I can’t wait to read.” Professor Trinket claps her hands together and gives me a pointed look. There’s a gleam in her eyes that makes me certain ours will be first. And probably read more thoroughly than any other. It causes a bit of a nervous flutter, but then Peeta’s knee knocks into mine and he gives me a smile that almost makes me not care about what the professor thinks. I got something even better than a perfect grade out of this project. Something that rooted itself inside me and grew before I knew what was happening.

I return his smile, unable to imagine what life was like before him, and then I blush, looking away quickly when I remember what happened in my bed last night. Peeta was gone before I got up, leaving me half asleep with a quick kiss to the back of my head, so I didn’t have the opportunity to be embarrassed around him. Which is what’s happening now.

“Obviously there’s no way I can read all of these in a week, so I’ll task you with one more assignment, which will also be part of your final grade.” My attention snaps from last night’s events to the present at the professor’s statement. Everything around me is forgotten. “You will read and review another group’s project - no skimming,” she warns. “You have until end of class Friday. Time starts now, class. Chop chop.”

I look at Peeta, always so calm and collected. The exact opposite of how I’m feeling right now. Most of our story is about us. Me. Finding my way through my own sexuality and a boy I despised but came to... like a lot. I only recently became okay about Peeta and Professor Trinket reading it, and now I have to let more people in? This can’t be happening.

Before I can collect my thoughts, Cato looks past me to Peeta. “You guys want to switch?”

My breathing stops as Peeta looks around at the other pairs, already partnering up and says, “Sure,” before I can scream No! at the top of my lungs. I can’t fault him, though. He has no idea how uncomfortable Cato makes me feel. Should I tell him?

“Here,” Cato says, placing a sheet of paper in front of me. “Write down your email and number for me.” I panic, grateful I don’t have a number but I don’t want Cato to have any way to contact me. I’d rather him not even know my name. Or that I exist as a person.

I grab my things faster than I ever have and excuse myself, not meeting either of their stares even though I can feel them burning into me. “Actually, I have to go. Peeta can you handle that? Thanks.” I don’t wait for a response before I’m barreling towards the exit.

I go on with my day, tense and anxious for most of it. I try desperately not to think about the last leg of the project. I am also trying not to plan Professor Trinket’s slow death. I partially succeed at the first one. I tell myself every ten minutes that it’ll all be over in a matter of days, and while it’s true, it doesn’t make letting a stranger into the doc any less daunting.

It’s not until later when I’m in my room that Peeta knocks on my door. I open it and find him leaning against the frame, a curious look in his eyes. “Are you okay?” he asks as I push the door all the way open in invitation. He shoves off his shoulder and walks in, closing the door behind him. I plop down on my bed, fold my legs under me and shrug my shoulders.

Peeta follows, sinking slowly next to me and places his hand on my knee, shaking it lightly. “Talk to me.”

From anyone else, the statement would come off demanding, but with the person who’s come to mean more to me than almost anyone, it’s an opportunity to purge my feelings in a safe place. Something I’ve never really had before.

“I was just surprised that we have to share our story with other students, and honestly Cato is not the person I would have chosen to review it.” I shiver at the thought of what the brute will have as ammunition after he reads it. “He’s kind of a creep and now he has my email.”

Peeta squeezes my knee in what feels like an apology. “He doesn’t have your email.”

“He doesn’t?”

“No. I didn’t want to partner up with him, either, but it seemed like everyone else was already taken. But I wasn’t about to give another guy my girlfriend’s information anyway, so I just gave him mine.”

I’m almost compelled to tell him I love him right then, and I might have if it hadn’t been for the word he just used. “Girlfriend?” I can feel one brow inch its way up my forehead. We haven’t talked about it and I haven’t given any thought to labeling us. I’m not sure I want to. I don’t want to ruin the easy feeling between us.

“Yeah,” he replies, his hand inching up my thigh, making me lose focus on our conversation. Then his brow creases as his hand pauses. “Are you okay with that?”

I swallow and my eyes flutter. I want him to stop talking and finish where I think this is going, but I know he’s going to want an answer. I don’t have one for him right now, partly because he’s touching me and partly because I haven’t had time to think about what it means, so I answer his question with one of my own. “Are you?”

He leans in and his lips are so close I can feel the smile on them. “I’ve been okay with it since the day I met you.” And then he kisses me. Something in my chest flutters. I stop thinking and fall back on the bed, Peeta following without breaking the kiss. He’s on top of me and his weight is like a welcome home hug. Except way more indecent.

One of his legs finds its way between mine as his tongue divides my lips and conquers my mouth. I raise my white flag of surrender by driving my hips into his. I can feel his hardness pressing against my thigh. He grunts and one of his hands slides down my side to rest at my hip. He squeezes and it feels urgent.

Our kiss speeds up, my pulse with it, and I wrap my arms around his neck, holding him tight to me. Our hips are in a rhythm that feels so natural and… primal. I can feel his length sliding against me, but I want to know more. I need to know what it feels like in my hand. I want to see if I can make him feel good, too.

His hand begins its descent between my legs and for a split second I forget all about wanting to do something for him.

“Peeta, wait.” I say through our kiss. He freezes, his body tensing above me.

“‘I’m sorry-”

“No, it’s not that, it’s um, I want to…” Just tell him you want to touch him.

Peeta must think he knows what I’m trying to say, because his eyes widen and he drops his weight off to the side of me, scrubbing a hand over his face and uttering a soft curse. “I, uh, didn’t bring anything with me.”

I raise up on my elbows to stare down at him and narrow my eyes, trying to decipher what he would need to bring with him other than his cock, which is definitely present, when I realize he means a condom. “Oh! No I didn’t mean - I just wanted to t-touch… you,” I stumble around the words, not able to meet his gaze. Instead, my eyes land on the very large object in question. I don’t want to look away but I know I should. Shouldn’t I? Then it moves. Just the tiniest twitch, and my eyes flick to his, dark sapphires now.

I sit up on my knees and reach for the hem of his shirt, pushing it up a little. “Can I?” My fingers itch and my stomach is a ball of nerves. The good kind I guess, because they’re not holding me back. He nods and his eyelids shutter a few times before he closes them. It’s a bit of a relief not to have him watching my first attempt at pleasuring a man. I’m not a hundred percent sure what to do, so I recall a few scenes from my reading. Scenes that at first made me cringe, but now make my mouth water and my legs tighten when I think about them.

I release the brass button of his jeans and drag the zipper down. Peeta helps by raising his hips and pushing them even further. I’m unprepared for the way it springs up at me and I jolt a little. It’s just… standing there. I bite my lip, watching as it twitches again. A quick glance at Peeta and he’s watching me as intently as I’m watching it.

He breathes out a shaky breath that sounds like my name, and that’s all it takes for me to reach out and grip it in my hand. It’s warm and the skin is soft.

“Fuck.” The curse is quick and soft, freezing me in place.

“Did I hurt you?” I loosen my already loose grip.

Peeta shakes his head and one side of his mouth lifts barely in a crooked grin. “Here,” he says as he puts his hand over my own. “Grip it tighter like - fuck - yeah... like that.” He guides my hand up and down and when I’ve got the hang of it I move his hand away and straddle his thighs.

“Holy shit, you’re gonna… kill… me,” he says between breaths. I bite back a smile. I was always a fast learner. “Feels… so good.” His groans mixed with his affirming words make me feel so empowered. Like I can do anything. I’ve got the world at my fingertips instead of just his cock.

His hips start to pulse in time with my hand and he grabs fistfuls of my comforter. I can feel the dampness in my panties. I fight back the urge to rub myself on his leg, but it’s no use. My body joins the same rhythm as my hand and his hips, like a well-timed harmony.

I wonder what would happen if I just stop thinking and let my body take complete control. I’m tempted to give in and see, but Peeta tenses beneath me. I watch, mesmerized, as his his eyes close tight and his lips purse together. When his hand wraps around the top of his cock, I freeze again, unsure if I should let go or keep going.

“Don’t stop,” he grunts, as warm liquid trickles down my hand. I start pumping until he stills my movement and lets out a deep, shuddering breath.

“Katniss, that was amazing.” Peeta says softly, his face tilted to the ceiling, eyes still closed and lips parted. I feel like I just aced a test and got the extra credit.

“Yeah?” I ask, finally letting go to survey the mess on my hand and his body. It’s gooey and… weird. I grab a few tissues from my desk and hand them to Peeta, then clean myself. It’s strange how satisfied I feel after doing that to him, and he hasn’t even done anything to me yet. I guess he doesn’t need to. I’d be happy to lay next to him and take a nap.

I sit back on the bed, Peeta still laying there with his eyes closed and a contented look to his features. He’s mostly covered again, except for a sliver of muscled abs. He cracks one eye open when he feels my weight next to him, and I have no time to react as he lunges up and grabs me, twisting us so that I’m pinned underneath him. I’ve never been wrestled before but I have to admit that I may take up the sport.

“Your turn,” he says with an adorably crooked smile. He laces his fingers with mine, raising them to the pillow above my head. Then, he nudges my chin to the side with his nose and I feel his lips on my neck. The nap I wanted evaporates like drops of water in the driest climate.That satisfaction I said I felt? It’s long gone. And in it’s place is a hunger I’ve only acted on over the last few weeks.

“Katniss?” he asks as one of his hands skims from my hand all the way to my waist and under the hem of my shirt. His fingers draw figure eights on my skin, up and up and up. He stops just below my breast. It’s difficult, but I use my words and give him the permission he seeks to make me feel good.

He pinches and rolls my nipples between his fingers for a long time, making me squirm and arch beneath him before he undresses my bottom half and parts my legs. He caresses my inner thighs and I can feel his breath hit my center. My pulse thunders in my ears and my chest rises and falls, more labored than a sweatshop in China.

Peeta takes an inordinate amount of time exploring the flesh around my hips and down my legs. He kisses my calves, licks the underside of one of my knees, and bites the inside of my thigh. I both love it and hate it. I wiggle my hips at him, growing more frustrated by the second.

“Touch me,” slips out in a panted plea.

“I was thinking maybe, if you want me to, I could… go down on you.”

I tense when I realize he means he wants to put his face there. I know guys do it. I’ve overheard a few girls talk about it before and I thought it was disgusting. How could someone let a human being put their face down there? Bodily functions happen from there. But now, with Peeta so close, I don’t have the same grossed out feelings, but I also don’t know if I want him to do that.

“We don’t have to.” he says, his hands skimming my legs before he crawls up my body. He kisses me and I relax a little.

“Thank you,” I whisper. “Can we just… kiss for a little while?” The desire I felt moments ago isn’t quite as strong, and I feel like I need to slow down. His answer is just to kiss me again, soft and slow, with no end in sight. His hands don’t venture any place other than my hair, cheeks and neck, and it’s not long before we’re holding each other and falling asleep.

It’s Wednesday and I’m at work, sitting in the box office with a Marie Claire magazine I discreetly snagged off the table of the students’ lounge the day before. One of the articles is about oral sex and, curious, I want to see what all the fuss is about. Maybe get some tips on what to do or how to prepare. I’m mainly concerned with whether or not Peeta will think I’m gross after the fact. Pubic hair and body fluids aren’t exactly sexy in my book, but I’ve learned over the length of this project that whatever I have an aversion to, learning about it helps me understand. Take the edge off whatever reservations I’ve built up over time.

The main question I have is does he really want to do that? According to Marie, he’s fantasized about it. The article is fascinating, though, and what I thought was going to be a cringey read is getting me a little excited and making me feel strangely desired.

I’m insatiable for more on this subject, and I’m rounding out my third read-through when I glance up at some movement on the curb and see Cato strolling towards the building. I stash the magazine hastily like I’ve been caught by my mother with porn. When he’s only ten yards away my heart leaps to my throat. I’m sure I won’t be able to form any words, which is ironic considering mere words can’t express how badly I don’t want to interact with him.

The thought dawns on me that he’s here for me and not to see a movie. It’s matinee time on a Wednesday. The only people who ever come to see movies during this time are the elderly and mothers with toddlers. He is neither of those and he’s alone. Smiling unnervingly. It’s not an ugly smile, and if I didn’t get a bad feeling every time he’s in my vicinity, he might actually be attractive. But I do.

His hulking frame takes up most of the window space. “Everdeen,” he says, tapping his fingers on the outside counter. I clear my throat to speak into the microphone.

“Can I help you?” I pray that being professional and aloof will hurry up whatever this is. Maybe he really is here to see a movie. By himself. In the middle of the day. His smile grows wider, showing bright white teeth all in a perfect row.

“Yeah, I just wanted to see if I could buy you some dinner after work. I read your story. It was a real page turner,” he winks at me, “and I want to give you my thoughts on it.”

“Oh,” comes out as a squeak, but I cover it quickly with, “I already have plans, but you can leave comments in the doc. I probably won’t be able to get to them until late.”

“I don’t want to leave them in the doc. I’m more of an in person kind of guy.” He leans over, elbows on the counter, his face so close to the glass his breath creates a light circle of fog. One of his eyebrows raises in an assumptive way and it makes the fake cheese from the nachos I had at lunch curdle. He tries again. “What about tomorrow?”

“Ummmm-”

“Come on, Everdeen, don’t make me beg.” He winks again.

“I really can’t tonight or tomorrow. I’m sorry.” I hold my hands up and shrug while silently praying for this to please be over.

“Damn, girl,” he replies, and I catch a sliver of annoyance in his tone. Then one side of his lip curls up. “You’re making it hard.” He winks for a third time and I’m starting to think maybe he has something in his eye. But no, he read my story. My very dirty, very private, should have only been read by my professor story.

“How about I drive you to wherever you’re going after work? I know you don’t have a car.” The way he says it gives me this feeling in my gut. Like I should watch out for myself. I freak out inside. An imaginary mallet strikes the lever on my panic meter and the puck goes straight through the bell. So I lie. Anything to get him to leave, and that’s giving him a ‘yes.’

“Yeah, okay. I get off at eleven.” Not true. I get off two hours earlier. I can’t look him in the eyes through the deception. I’ve never been good at lying, so I stare at my computer screen and click the mouse a few times to make it look like I’m working, then say casually, only glancing up once, “But you don’t have to wait around. Just come back later.”

He taps his fingers on the counter twice and a huge smile overtakes his face. A sign of victory, I suppose. If it weren’t for his cold eyes, he might seem harmless. Or at least not as intimidating as he does. “You got it, Babe,” he calls out as he walks away.

A shiver rips its way through my spine. Babe. I can’t wait to get out of here.

By 8:30 I’ve kept a running total of the cash I’ve exchanged tickets for and cleaned my area three times to make sure I can walk out the door by 9:01. I want as much time between myself and Cato’s arrival as I can possibly get. My hands tremble a little more with every minute that ticks by. I swear my bottom lip is going to be one giant bruise tomorrow morning from how hard I’ve been biting down on it. My stomach is twisted into fifty knots. And counting.

The door to the box office pops open and my boss leans his head in, irritation in his voice and a snarl on his lips as he tells me, “Bristel called in. I need you to close tonight.”

He doesn’t wait for an answer, just slams the door, the sound of it reverberating through my ears, settling in my stomach as a boulder, flattening all those knots. When it’s gone, I’m left in complete silence. A needle could drop in a haystack and I’d hear it. I stare at the door knob, feeling like if I tried to turn it I’d find myself locked in. And with only a small opening in the bullet proof glass, there’s no other way out.

My heart beats faster and within moments I feel beads of sweat on my forehead. This can’t be happening. I told him to come back! And now I have to stay? Fuck!

No.

I can’t stay.

I won’t stay.

The walls start to close in. I need air. This place is feeling more like a tomb that wants to swallow me up rather than four walls designed to keep people out.

I’m not supposed to leave the box office unattended, but I don’t care much about it right now. I need to tell my boss I can’t stay late. Fear is eating away at my insides, trying to keep me rooted in place and bolt out the door at the same time. I peel my leaden feet from the floor and choose the latter.

On my way to Marv’s office, I throw a quick prayer up, promising I’ll never lie again if I can somehow get out of this. Begging a higher power for him to have mercy on me. I start coming up with a list of good deeds, like working in soup kitchens every holiday or reading to underprivileged kids at the public library. I could volunteer at the old folks home on the weekends. I’ll do anything.

I shouldn’t have to, though. I’m a good worker. I come in early and leave late. I do my job, going over and above to make sure I’m never written up or give anyone a reason to think I’m slacking off. I’m his best worker. He’ll understand. Or not. He’s kind of a douchewaffle.

I rap my knuckles on his door, my fear waning some in the face of the confidence I’ve built in my work performance.

“Come in,” he hollers. “Yeah?” he barks when he sees me. He’s extra cranky tonight.

“About closing, I-”

“I need you, Everdeen. You know we don’t keep a big staff on Wednesdays. Take it up with Bristel the next time she’s in.”

I stop just short of whining, even though I really want to. “But, I can’t stay.”

“Look, I’m in a bind and you’re my go-to girl.” He sighs, as if deciding whether or not to say something that’s on his mind. “I’ll be needing an AM soon and I was thinking of recommending you for the position. It’d come with a significant pay raise and get you out of that box. Just say you’ll do it and the job is yours.”

Huh. I did not see that coming. I should have told him ‘no’ months ago. I’m about to graduate college, and while I’ll be looking for work in my field, I also know it could be weeks or even months before I find something. I could really use the raise.

I set both options on the scale - weighing them out against each other. On one side - Cato. But more money. On the other - hiding out from him at my place. He may even know where I live. He knows I don’t have a car. Would avoiding him now help me? He’ll probably come back anyway and I’ll have to deal with him another time. He’s been persistent in making me feel uncomfortable for the last few months. I think it’s about time I told him to back off.

“Fine,” I answer Marv with the same snarl he gave me earlier. “But you better not be screwing with me.” I close the door harder than I meant to, but maybe that will seal my point with him. I’ve never spoken to my boss like that, but only one thought is at the forefront of my mind as I return to the box - I need Peeta. He should be here to hear Cato’s thoughts, too. He wrote half the story and edited most of it.

I enter the tiny cubicle, no less nervous about Cato, but I do have an idea of what I’ll be buying as soon as I get my raise - a cell phone. And Peeta’s number will be speed dial numero uno.

I glance at the dingy, white phone hanging on the wall of the tiny room. I could use it, but the one person I need to call right now is unreachable because I don’t have his number.

The doc! I bounce on my toes a few times in relief before springing into action. Employees aren’t supposed to be on the internet with work computers, but I’m desperate to reach Peeta. If Marv finds out I’ll get written up and my record won’t be so perfect anymore, but I don’t think too hard on it. I log in to my google account and click on my gmail, sending off a quick email to get Peeta online. Then I open hangouts and the doc, and wait.

And wait.

And wait some more.

A line starts to form for the late shows. It’s not long, but it takes my attention away from the screen. A few people trickle up to the window, but it dies down as it approaches ten o’clock. Peeta still hasn’t gotten online. My stomach turns over a few times. 52 minutes and 36 seconds left if Cato doesn’t show up early.

At 10:15, it’s time to close the box office and help clean up the concession area. I have to log off the computer, but before I do I send a message through hangouts, hoping with everything in me that he gets it and comes, but trying not to put all my eggs in that basket. I may actually have to do this myself. Which is fine. Totally fine. I’m a big girl.

Can you come by the theater around 10:45?

I add ‘please’ to the end, hoping he realizes that’s me begging.

I shut the lights out. I’m about to leave when I spot a figure in the far corner of the parking lot, leaning against the hood of a red car, arms folded while he checks his phone. Goosebumps pepper my skin and my mouth dries up instantly.

Cato is here. And he’s so early that I wonder if he even went home.

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