#soooo ig this turned into a bit of hurt comfort

[enha-hype]

maeumi & me - ch 21 : something love

a/n : this chapter alternates between written parts and tweets/texts so be sure to read them in order!

w.c. : around 1.5k

Even though Jungwon brushed off Jake's concerns, the truth is that the pain is starting to really bother him now. But he doesn't want to trouble anyone and besides, it isn't so bad that it's unbearable, so he decides to just put up with it until the morning when he could go buy himself some pain relievers. The late nights and work stress must be getting to him. He presses his fingers to his temples, massaging himself, which helps a little. He puts on some light music and leans back against the couch, closing his eyes and hoping to maybe fall asleep, but to no avail. It's partly because of the pain and partly because his mind is still buzzing with the image of you from earlier in the evening – the way your eyes lit up upon seeing him, your wide grin that made his heart skip a beat, the way you complained that you had missed him in an almost accusatory tone like you somehow knew he'd been avoiding you on purpose...

His thoughts are interrupted by Maeumi licking his ankle. Smiling, he bends down to scratch his ears. “Oh hi Maeumi, what's this you've got here?”

You don't know why, but you find it hard to not smile every time your phone pings with a text message from Jungwon. Especially since they've been a rare occurrence these past few days.

Won : Why is Maeumi suddenly so determined on bringing me every sock he can find?

You chuckle, thinking about all the times Maeumi's done that with you as well, ever so diligently. And then you remember why he does it and frown.

You : He used to do it with me whenever I was sick or upset about something.... Are you okay, Won?

Won : Ahhh

A couple of minutes pass and there's no other reply.

You : Won???

Won : Hi sorry. Um, would you believe me if I told you that I'm completely fine and he just started doing it out of nowhere?

Nonetheless, that is so freaking sweet 😩 I feel all warm knowing he cares about me enough to want me to feel better (even though I'm fine, really). I thought I was just some dude he liked hanging out with but he's truly accepted me 🥹

You : 1) Nope I don't believe you one bit

2) I think he accepted you long back when he marked his territory by peeing on your carpet

He chuckles, absentmindedly massaging his throbbing forehead. The light from the phone screen makes it worse but he wants to talk to you.

Won : Damn Y/n, you didn't even hesitate 💀 So it's his bark word over mine huh? 😔

And lmao yayy me

You : In certain matters I trust Maeumi more and it's not surprising as to why – you were lying, weren't you?

Won : Okay yeah but it's just a little headache so I was practically right

Ugh, how did it not strike you earlier? You were so happy to see him that you didn't even pause to question why he was home on a weekday. Or how tired he had looked.

You : Is it bad? Did you try taking any painkillers?

Won : Nahh, it's nothing really. And no, I ran out of Ibuprofen like a month ago and forgot to restock lol. But it's fine like I said, I can hardly feel it.

You : You want me to believe that you took a day off over nothing? Really Won?? Fine have you had your dinner at least?

Won : Umm I'm not really hungry rn

You : It's pretty late, you should still eat something

Won : I'll feel nauseous if I eat

You : Alright that's it

When you didn't say anything else after that last message, Jungwon just assumed you had gotten tired of trying to be helpful while he dismissed all your questions, and had gone on to do other work that was actually important. The last thing he expected was for you to show up at his door.

And yet here you are, less than 10 minutes later. Jungwon stands in the doorway gaping at you. You wait for a while, and when it doesn't seem like he's going to unfreeze anytime soon you decide to just let yourself in.

It's impossible not to smile when you hear the tap tap tap of Maeumi's paws hitting the floor as he comes running to greet you, wagging his fluffy little tail excitedly. “Hi babieee!” You crouch down to pet him and let him lick you to his heart's content, because God knows he's not gonna calm down until you give him the attention he needs.

You sneak a glance at Jungwon and gosh, there's that confused bunny face again. It's so insanely cute you want to walk over to him and squish his cheeks. Your cheeks turn red at the thought, and you immediately brush it away. Straightening up, you head to the kitchen. You fill a glass with water and walk back to Jungwon, handing it to him along with the Ibuprofen you'd brought with you.

“I've ordered Jjajangmyeon for the both of us, it'll be here in ten,” you announce as you turn towards the kitchen again, with both Jungwon and Maeumi trailing behind this time.

“Wha– what are you doing?”

You fill the kettle with water halfway through. “Making chamomile tea. It helps with headaches,”

“You came all the way here at 10.30 pm for this when you have an assignment due tomorrow???” His eyes are wide with incredulity.

Seriously? He's not well and your stupid assignment is what he's worried about? “The assignment can wait. You clearly don't know how to take care of yourself because at this rate you'll only end up making the pain much worse,”

“I can take care of myself just fine! I am fine!!” he protests, trying to take the kettle from you.

“Sure, you look it Won. Those dark circles and your ghastly pale complexion are truly the epitome of pink health,” you retort and he sulks. You have to resist the urge to smile because God, why is he so adorable? “Now come here,” you grab him by his arm and drag him back to the living room. The contact makes his skin tingle, and he tries not to give it too much thought. “No moving from here until I say so,” you sit him down on the couch and head back to get the tea ready, ignoring his whines of protest.

After dinner, he assures you that he’s feeling better already. He tells you he’ll be fine if you leave, and he's so convincing you almost believe him. That is, until he goes to fetch your bag and stumbles and almost falls flat on his face. Needless to say there was no getting you to leave after that. Jungwon wasn't too happy about it but he sure wasn't upset either.

Fortunately, you had brought your laptop with you, predicting that you might end up staying over. You look at the time – it's just a little over 11, which is not too late, at least not by your standards. If you stay up for an hour or two, you should be able to finish the assignment. You honestly don't mind - you're just happy you were able to help Jungwon in some way. And selfishly, you kind of like that you get to spend time with him at least this way, especially after not seeing him for so long. Well, it felt long anyway.

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“No offense, but I’m really more of a coffee person,” Jungwon says, scrutinizing the beverage in the cup he’s holding.

You sit on the opposite end of the table, your gaze stern. “I don’t care. You’re drinking it.”

He sighs and takes a tentative sip. Scrunches up his face. “Nope, definitely not my cup of tea,” he confirms, and then laughs at his own unintended pun.

You have to suppress a laugh of your own but don't let it show. “Plug your nose if you have to. Finish it.”

He rolls his eyes. “You’re no fun,” he mumbles but does as he’s told.

* * *

After a lot of fussing and arguing, Jungwon finally concedes to letting you sleep on the couch. There's no way you would have him sleep anywhere but on his own bed, where he would be most comfortable, especially when he's not feeling his best. Besides, you remind him, you need to stay up late to finish your work, and the couch would be more practical. He starts apologising again for inconveniencing you, and you threaten to make him drink more chamomile tea which effectively shuts him up.

So it's no wonder that when he's all settled in bed and turned off the lights, he's a little surprised to see your silhouette walk in. He watches curiously as you pull up a chair next to his bed and take a seat.

“Where exactly does it hurt?” you ask.

He frowns, touching his forehead. “What are you– holy crap that feels good...”

You chuckle, relieved that he can't see or feel the way you hands are slightly trembling from nervousness. The side of your palm brushes against his warm forehead as you gently press the ice pack onto it – you had brought that along with the tea packet and the pills. You hadn't thought much of it before, but now that you're actually here doing it, it suddenly feels so intimate. But weirdly, it feels natural too. You brush some of his hair out of the way so you can cover all the spots - temple, forehead, temple. You alternate between the three, a comfortable silence settling over the two of you.

“I can do it myself you know,” he says quietly.

“I know. I also know that it feels better when someone else does it for you.” You're glad you waited until he turned the lights off to do this, because you get the feeling you would've been a blushing mess otherwise.

Jungwon is glad too, not just because the darkness helps alleviate the pain, but also because for some reason his eyes have gotten a little misty now, and he's glad you can't see it.

“Thank you,” he sighs, his pain and consciousness drifting away soon after.

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[kim-seung-mo]

Angel

Hwang Hyunjin x gn!Reader

Love doesn't always have to hurt

♩very short one-shot, romance, non-idol!au, slightest angst but mostly fluff, hyunjin cries like once, written in bullet points

♩♩word count: 1.1k

♩♩♩A/N: I wrote this in like 20 minutes for a friend soooo enjoy ig?? (also ik hyunjin's christian but this is au)

Until the day Hyunjin turned 18, he thought his whole life would pass in a blur

He was just an ordinary boy all throughout primary school, middle school, and high school

He was neither good nor bad at school, good-looking, but not very popular because of his introverted personality

His only friends were perhaps Minho, who was two years older than him, and his friend Chan

But even in the trio's circle of friends, he was always the one who was ignored

Although he didn't feel anything himself, to outsiders, his life was really lonely

Hyunjin did average in his college entrance exams and went to a school that was nothing serious, but was out of town

The two of his friends went to the same local university two years ago

So at the age of 18, Hyunjin lost all his friends and was left alone

His birthday was at the beginning of spring, a beautiful time when flowers bloom

But his heart felt as if it had withered

That night, sitting alone in his dormitory, he looked at the tiny cupcake sitting in front of him, the candle with "18" written on it

And for the first time, he shed tears of sadness

He was so lonely, but how had this happened?

Why did he feel that his life was already over when it was supposed to be a new beginning?

"If there really is a God out there..."

Hyunjin shook his head, he was an atheist, why was he speaking of such things?

But after another moment of silence, he clasped his hands together once more

"Dear God... I do not wish to be alone any longer ...... If you can, please send an angel to stay by my side......"

A light breeze blew by and the candle flame on the cupcake was blown out

Hyunjin smiled with bitterness

Maybe there really is a God in this world... It's just that even he is repulsed by him

With that thought, he went to the fridge to get a drink, but found that he had run out

Sighing, he put on his shoes and took his wallet with him, heading downstairs to the convenience store to buy another box

And it was in this convenience store that he met the person who would change his life

At first glance, the person didn't look anything special, but they gave off a very comfortable, non-aggressive feeling

To be honest, he hardly noticed the person at all

But it was this "normal" person that changed Hyunjin's life

"They seem friendly" was Hyunjin's first impression of you

Secondly, that they were very kind

Hyunjin had brought his wallet, but it was just a little short of the money he needed

This month's living expenses were running out, and he only now realized

He panicked and didn't know what to do

At that moment, he felt all the frustration coming to his heart

It was his birthday, yet nothing was going his way

The person in front of him, you, who seems to have noticed the difference, asks him in Korean with a slight accent, "Are you okay?"

"Are you okay?" is a simple question that you might not even have thought much about, just a casual question

But for Hyunjin at the time, that question was the little bit of care he needed

The tears came in a flash, without any warning

He sat down on his knees and cried helplessly, not caring whether it was humiliating or not

Seeing him in this state, you came out from behind the counter and crouched down beside him

"Sir? Are you in pain somewhere? Do you need me to do something?"

He shook his head even though he was still crying

He didn't even know what he was crying for at the moment

Was it because he was touched? Or was it because the pressure had finally been released? Maybe it was a little of both

"Thank you..." He whispers, tugging at your sleeve

He opens his watery eyes and looks at you, speaking in a sincere tone

"Really, thank you for caring about me..."

That is the story of Hyunjin's first encounter with the love of his life, the only love of his life, that is, you

Your name is Y/N, you're a foreigner who moved to Korea for family reasons

You attended the same university as Hyunjin and studied art

After that somewhat awkward first encounter, you became friends

You worked at the convenience store and Hyunjin came down every day to buy breakfast

The conversations that lasted less than five minutes a day slowly began to become something more

Hyunjin isn't uninteresting, he's actually a thoughtful boy

It's just that no one ever took the time to get to know him, no one ever wanted to engage with him too much

He also loves art and everything to do with art

He also likes to dance, and you described his dancing as being like an elegant swan

No one ever knew, because he never tried to show it

Five minutes of conversation a day adds up to 35 minutes a week, two and a half hours a month

You became the person he knew best, even though he still didn't know anything about you

The week before Christmas, he finally got up the nerve to ask for your number

He didn't know what love was, he had never known such deep feelings

Even with you, he didn't know exactly what his feelings were

They say that love is deep, that it is painful and joyful

But he doesn't seem to feel the same way about you, it doesn't seem to be painful or profound

It seemed to flow slowly and gently, nourishing his lonely heart little by little

There were no ups and downs, merely an accumulation of feelings

If the rest of his life was like this, Hyunjin might keep smiling like this every day

You say his smile is a bit silly and cute like a ferret

If someone else had said that, maybe Hyunjin would have started to be concerned about his smile and would have stopped smiling

But coming from you, it's not quite the same

He likes it when you say that, when you notice the details about him

"Would you like to go out with me?"

Hyunjin asks on a bridge near the school on Christmas night

"I was wondering when you were going to ask me" you tease

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"What do you think, Pabo, it means "yes" of course"

Hyunjin blushed, although he expected that you wouldn't say no, he still felt his heart skip a beat when you actually said yes

It was snowing for the first time that winter

On the bridge, Hyunjin's face was flushed, not sure if it was because of the cold or because he was shy

He bent down and hugged you gently

Perhaps God really heard his prayers that day

And sent an angel to stay by his side

[ijenoyou]

It’s you again. one.

bucky barnes x stark!reader.

summary; when Bucky sees you again a few months after the blip he can’t help but remember his past lover.

warnings; spoilers from the serie hehe prob angst & fluff ig lol mentions of tony’s death

notes; soooo it’s been a while since i’ve written something sooo this might suck ass lol anyways remember english isn’t my first language sooo yeah enjoy :D

You were too tired to keep your eyes open, your body kept on swaying until you finally gave up making your head land on Bucky’s shoulder. His conversation with Sam getting interrupted when he felt your arms hug his metal arm.

Sharon had a smirk on her face and decided to start getting prepared for a meeting she had. “I have stuff to do so why don’t you guys enjoy the party? And don’t cause any trouble.” She said before leaving the room.

Sam stood up and began walking towards the door with Zemo following him. “You coming?” He asked his new partner.

“Uh, yeah, just let me lay her down.” Bucky answered and took your head carefully, guiding your body to lay properly on the couch, you were still holding onto his arm so he took one of the matching cushions of the couch and gave it to you so your arms could let go of his.

He took his jacket off and decided to cover you with it, making sure your back and arms were under it. He softly smiled and placed a piece of hair behind your ear so it wouldn’t tickle your face.

After that he turned around and saw both Sam and Zemo looking at him a subtle smirk. “What?”

“I’ve never seen you being so gentle.” He mocked gaining a groan from Bucky. “What’s up with that? Since the whole mission started you have been acting weird, is it because of Stark?”

“Depends on which one you’re talking about.” Bucky took one last glance at your sleeping figure.

“Her.”

Sighing, Bucky massaged his temple. “I need a drink first.”

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Back on Zemo’s private jet you decided to give everyone the cold shoulder, angry at them for leaving you without saying anything or at least leaving a note. You could’ve helped them with the hundreds of mercenaries that attacked them. Zemo placed a plate with food on it in front of you and gave you a small smile, trying to make you feel at ease.

Walking down the street with Zemo like nothings wrong made you feel on edge. Thinking that maybe the new copy of Steve would appear and make things harder but you kept on wishing that it wouldn’t be the case. Zemo lead the group to a unknown building.

“I’m gonna go on a walk.” Bucky said out of nowhere.

“Take Y/N with you, don’t what could happen.” Sam said and took your shoulder.

You rolled your eyes. “Sam, he can take care of himself.” Taking his hand off your shoulder you began walking to the buildings door, leaving everyone behind.

“See you guys in a bit.”

He came back after a few minutes and started talking about how the wakandians are looking for Zemo.

All of this mess made you wonder why were you there in the first place. Sure, you had nothing to do since your father died and also coming back after 5 years, didn’t help at all. But maybe you were there because Sam called, he was the only one who tried to search for you when you decided to disappear.

“Your TT would be proud of you.” Zemo’s voice brought you back into reality after watching their whole conversation and play it on your mind.

“What’s a TT?” You asked with furrowed eyebrows.

“Whatever, we need to get moving.” Sam spoke dismissing the question you made.

You weren’t sure if the plan would work, searching for Donya was harder that you could think of and it definitively made you wonder what could go wrong if anyone from the group made a mistake. And losing your powers didn’t help the situation at all. But that’s a secret. Nobody knows you lost them and the most important thing, nobody knows you’re slowly dying. So maybe that’s one of the reasons you decided to help Sam, doing a last mission until your body gives up. You just hoped you get to finish the mission and not die in the middle of it.

But now, you had to worry about another thing. And that is John Walker, getting himself in things he doesn’t understand nor is involved in. Waiting for Sam next to him wasn’t the best moment in your life, the only thing you could do was stare at him with dislike written on your face.

Feelings like your skins burned you decided to start rubbing the sides of your neck and Bucky didn’t let that pass through blind eyes.

“Are you okay?” Bucky asks with a bit of concern filling his voice.

“Uh, yeah.” You cleared your throat. “I’m probably getting sick, don’t worry.”

Before Bucky could say anything else, Walker decided to put the mission on risk and walk inside the building Sam and Karli were having a conversation. You extended your hand to hold John by the shoulder.

“Why don’t you go and take a seat? You’re going to ruin the plan if you walk inside.” You spoke, trying to hold in the pain and burning under your skin.

John pushed you and entered the building.

And just like that, the whole situation became a mess. Ruining and shouting, the only thing you had become used to in these days.

The Dora Milaje were now your only solution. And they definitely know how to make a good entrance.

“Why don’t you relax pal?” You said to John before he gets himself hurt by the Dora Milaje, but it was too late, he placed his hand on Ayo’s shoulder. Big mistake.

You decided to sit back and watch them fight, you and Zemo exchanged looks, you gave him a nod, letting him go to the bathroom and possibly run away.

“I told you to relax, it’s what you deserve for being an ass.” You spoke with mock towards John.

Before the Dora Milaje could leave, Ayo turned her head to you and extended her hand, which was holding a stick, just like the ones the Dora Milaje use but it looked different.

“Here, Shuri told me to give it to you.” You took it and placed on your back.

Now it was only Sam, Bucky and you.

You were too tired to keep going, there’s was no point in being there without powers, you could barely fight and it made you angry. But what made you feel even worse is that you didn’t know what was causing it and seeing your body fill in with different colored lines brought back some bad memories.

Tony was well-know for not sharing his feelings or thoughts. And that made it harder for you to help him. Being at a young age didn’t matter, you did understand what was happening to him, slowly dying by the toxins coming from his reactor.

Seeing the lines in his neck will always haunt you for the rest of your life. The worst part of it is that you couldn’t tell anyone about it, he made you promise not to tell Pepper or Happy and that also caused you some trauma. He made you believe you couldn’t vent out your problems to your family or friends. You didn’t have anyone. Not even Pepper. You decided not to bother her or Morgan with the “My adoptive dad died and I have no one else” act. So it was really hard to say anything to Bucky or Sam, you didn’t want them to know that your body is not the same since you fought against Thanos.

“Go to Sarah’s, I’ll tell her to receive you back at home, okay?” Sam took both of your shoulders. “You don’t look so well, let Buck and I finish this and then call me when you feel better.”

You nodded and decided to leave immediately. Before you could go, Bucky took your arm, grabbing your attention.

“Be careful, if something happens call me immediately.” He said in a serious tone. You pushed his hand off you and muttered a small yes.

Bucky’s eyes didn’t leave your figure until it disappeared behind doors. Sighing he took a seat on the coach.

“I think it’s time for you to tell me what’s happening between you and Y/N.” Sam demanded while crossing his arms.

Nodding, Bucky tapped the seat next to him, indicating Sam to sit there so he could start speaking.

“I’ve known her even before the mess at the airport started.” Bucky started to slowly speak. “Or at least her face.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Y/N, she looks like someone I used to know back in the 40s, her name was Sophia.” He explained with clear pain showing in his eyes. “Sophia and I met while I was preparing to become a soldier, she was a nurse back then.”

“What happened to her?” Sam asked with wonder running in his mind. He wanted to ask more questions about this person.

“Died of old age. I fell in love with her, but never saw Sophie again, after Steve rescued me I tried searching for her but nobody knew what happened to her and just decided not to tell anyone about it.”

“Not even Steve?”

Bucky shook his head and sighed. “When I saw Y/N back at the airport I thought my mind was playing games with me and that’s why I never touched her when Y/N and Tony decided to go against Steve and I.”

Sam patted his friends back, trying to bring him some kind of comfort but it didn’t help.

“And I’m just frustrated because I don’t know why she looks like Sophie, I asked the wakandians if they could find any information about Sophie and they found about her family, she had two kids and one of them had a girl.” Bucky bit his lips, trying to see if he could continue the story.

“You don’t have to tell me everything Buck, if it’s hard for you then you ca—“

Bucky’s voice interrupted him. “It’s fine. You see, everyone knows Tony adopted her, so it felt like there only was one answer. She had to be the daughter of Sophie’s children but then it was another death end. I recently found out that she’s not from Sophie’s family. It’s just fate I guess.”

“Maybe the destiny is giving you another chance to be with her.” Sam tried to give a good answer to him after what he said.

“I don’t think so but if it is that way, then I don’t deserve it”

[ladieslovingladiesandfics]

La Belle et la Sorcière

Anonymous asked: Okay since literally NO ONE writes for Disney Descendants, do you think you can do a Mal x Ben/Chad's sister fic. It doesn't have to be either of the princes, but I kinda like the idea of this high class royal kid falling in love with this high class evil kid

Descendants Anonymous here, I would prefer the reader to be Ben'a sister tbh

Hi, this is the descendants anon. I don't know if you saw the second part of the request I sent or if I even sent it, but i would like it to be a general princess x Mal (she doesn't have to be evil, but whatever works best for your writing is great)

Ma dude, my darling, you have awoken something within me. I am a huge fairytale nerd and you can bet your fucking ass I will use my knowledge to the best of my ability to do this. I am 10000000% ready for this shit oh my god. I also watched Pete’s Dragon before writing so yeh...hahaha.

Big shout out to my friend Roxy (I think she has a tumblr I forget what it’s called haha, whoops sorry) for helping me out. She’s Canadian and speaks French. The title translates to, ‘The Beauty and the Witch’ since like...Beauty and the Beast and Sleeping Beauty both have French origins. So thanks so much for help me out darling! *blows kisses*

And thank you very much for the compliment darling! Anyway, here we go~!

Warnings: Uh....fluff? Dragons. This thing is long as fuck holy shit. And this sucks.

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You were like Ben…and yet you were not. Yes you two had the same parents and you two are siblings, yada yada all that mumbo jumbo, but your eyes were set on a different path. You adored magic, and all sort of magical creatures. Yes you were a princess and next in line to become the possible queen of Auradon and all, but your love was for the magic of the world and nature most of all. You would study forbidden magical texts without the knowledge of your parents, much to the chagrin of Ben.

It all changed one day when you found a little dragon hatchling, abandoned in the forests of Auradon, half dead and with a wound on its forehead. You couldn’t help but feel sorry, and decided to take care of it. You named it Éclair, as when the scar healed, it looked like a lightning bolt. Every day you returned to the forest where Éclair lived, tossing it some food you saved from the lunch at the cafeteria. Éclair was a dark colored dragon, its hide was colored like soot save for the pearly white scar and its yellow eyes. Éclair was a friendly thingy, mostly. You wanted to show it off to Ben but…would he be happy about it?

None the less, Éclair was your little secret. That is…until the villain kids came from the Isle of the Lost.

“Éclair! Éclair!” Your hands cupped your mouth, calling out for your dragonic friend. You whistled sharply thrice, a signal between the two of you. There was a rustle of the trees and a beat of wings, a gush of air that nearly toppled you over. Down came Éclair from the skies above, landing in the safety of the trees that hide it from prying eyes. The beast lowered its massive head, purring softly and happily.

You clutched the strap of the knapsack you had, laughing at how big the hatchling as grown over the past two years that you have known it. You open the pouch, pulling out your sandwich in a container and a larger plastic bag. “I snuck out of class today,” you admitted to Éclair, opening the plastic covered bag. Inside were turkey legs, which you had stolen from the cafeteria…thanks to using that little magical spell you learnt from Jane. “Ugh, it was boring.” You sit down on a boulder, putting the sandwich container on your lap as you pulled out a turkey leg, tossing it over to the dragon who expertly caught it into its mouth. “I like being out here with you. I like being a princess and all but…it’s just not what I want to be you know?”

Éclair and you have had this conversation many times. You often came out to snuggle with the dragon in the dark of night, a flashlight in your hand a book in your lap as you told Éclair about what you wanted to do with your life: to travel, see the world, and learn more about it. All of a sudden, the onyx head of Éclair perked up, glaring into the brush. It began to growl, its tail wrapping around you and the boulder you sat upon, loosely…but protectively. “E-Éclair?” “Wow.” You nearly dropped the turkey leg you were holding, you recognized that voice. “So this is where the brave little princess of Auradon, the light of this entire country, Y/N sneaks off to?” a familiar head of purple appeared out of the emerald brush, a smirk upon her lips, and her hands upon her lips. She glanced over to the dragon, quirking an eyebrow but definitely not afraid of the thing whatsoever. She jerked her thumb at Éclair, “Friend of yours?” You clear your throat, tossing the leg over to Éclair who snapped it up. Its beady sunny yellow eyes were still trained upon Mal, snarling every now and then. You put your things to the side, sliding of off the boulder, and dusting your hands on your skirt; you then clear your throat, holding you head up high, proudly. “Yes. This is my friend, Éclair. What are you doing here, Mal? Shouldn’t you be in class?”

“Ha!” Mal scoffed, waving her hand dismissively. “Hey, if you,” she pointed at you accusingly, “Can skip class, why can’t I?”

“Because education is important.” You retort back, turning on your heels to face Éclair instead.

“Gee. If it’s so important, why the hell aren’t you studying?” Mal didn’t try to come closer, especially when Éclair wound its tail around your position so protectively. “Miss Princess? Get off your high horse, Y/N. Don’t boss me around.”

“I could if I wanted to. As the princess of this land. And,” you turn around sharply, now reaching up to gently pat Éclair’s snout. “I’m the girl who has a dragon friend.”

“Oh right. I’m soooo scared. I’m quaking in my boots.” Mal scoffed, rolling her eyes. “Bitch please, I could poof your dragon friend here and you’d be all defenseless.” She quickly ducked under the swipe of a claw, courtesy of Éclair.

“Éclair! No!” You scolded your friend, patting its tail. “Don’t do that.”

“The thing is…you can’t kill me, or hurt me.” Mal taunted, dusting the imaginary dust off of her clothes. “You’re too soft.”

You glare at her, rolling up the sleeves of your jacket, and stepped over Éclair’s tail. “You wanna see how soft I am?” Éclair seemed to chuckle in the background, seemingly ready for such a throw down to occur.

“Hey hey, I’m not here to fight.” Mal said, holding up her hands to announce her surrender. “I could zap you with magic but I’d be executed if I tried to hurt you. So…how about this?” she backed away, and then drew a line in the dirt with her foot. “You stay on that side of the forest with your dragon friend, I’ll stay on mine.” She said with a smirk and a quirk of her eyebrow. “Deal, little princess?”

“Deal.” You huff, turning back to Éclair and marching back over to the dragon. You hop back up on the boulder again, tossing Éclair the remaining turkey legs before going to eat your own sandwich. Mal merely stayed on her side of the forest, watching you two carefully. She sat on a log, keeping to herself.

“How long have two known one another?” Mal asked suddenly, both of your heads snapping over to look at her. “You two are comfortable around each other, so it’s obvious you two have known each other for a long time.”

“Two years.” You answer, after swallowing a bite of your sandwich.

Gurglegurglegurgle

You glance up at Éclair, quirking an eyebrow and gently poking its dark snout. “Are you still hungry? I mean…yeah you do need to eat and all. You just came back from hunting right? I mean there’s still blood on your teeth and all. But-“ who else could it be? You glance over to Mal, who had a light pink blush upon her cheeks. “Are…are you hungry Mal?” you asked, snickering.

“A bit yeah. I left before lunch. I am kinda hungry.” Mal answered with a shrug of her shoulders. “Don’t worry about it princess, I’m not gonna mooch off of you or-“ “Do you want cookies?”

Mal’s head snapped over towards you, staring at you curiously. “Not…poisonous cookies?”

“Nah.” You answer, pulling the Tupperware of cookies out of your knapsack. “Mom made them.” You slid off of the boulder again, walking over to the line and held out the box. “You can have some…if you want.”

Mal got off of the log, slowly walking to the line and picked up at least five cookies. “Thanks.” She said, beginning to nibble on them. Her eyes lit up, staring at the cookies. “Whoa, these are good.”

“Yeah they are. I bet they’re the best in all the land.” You proudly say.

Mal only laughed, rolling her eyes. “Yeah yeah, whatever.” She says, turning on her heels and beginning to head back up the trail. “I’ll see you around, princess Y/N. Thanks for the cookies.” And before she took another step, she turned and said, “Don’t worry, I can keep a secret.”

The two of you had this strange dance, which was honestly kept alive for weeks. Mal and you would meet up in the forest with Éclair and still stay on the same sides you had made earlier. It was a strange little friendship, but you two got closer. Bit by bit. Little by little. You told Mal of your dream to travel and to learn more about the world, and you listened about the times Mal had caused a ruckus back on the Isle of the Lost. The two of you didn’t have many classes together but you two were sometimes find one another in the library.

Mal would find you in the darkest corners, hiding in a nook and reading about dragons. At first, she would just say ‘Hey’ and pass by, but lately she would sit beside you and you two would talk about the future and classes…and anything really.

Mal was cute, you could not help but think. She had a cute smile and it was endearing to see.

But lately…Mal had been avoiding you. She wasn’t coming into the forest that much to hang with you and Éclair, and even the dragon seemed to miss her presence. One day, while in the library, you noticed Mal walking by the shelves. Your feet were silent across the carpet, and you roughly grabbed Mal by the back of her jacket and pulled her into the comfy little nook you two often shared.

“GET THE FU- Y/N?” Mal stared at you in shock, quickly breaking away from you like you were the plague. “The hell was that for?!” “Why the shit are you avoiding me?” you demanded, hands on your hips. “As the princess, I demand you to answer this Mal. Is something bothering you? Did I….offend you?”

Mal opened her mouth for a minute and then shut it, staring down at her hands. “You kinda did offend me.”

“Shit what?! I did?! Holy shit, I’m so sorry! What did I do?! I’m so sorry, tell me what did I do and I promise not to do it again and-“

“You offend me because you’re too damn cute.”

“I- what…?” it was your turn to go silent, feeling your cheeks beginning to burn hotly. “Huh?” “I like you, princess.” Mal said, her voice small. She turned on her heels, ready to leave when you grabbed her by the back of her jacket again. “DAMN IT Y/N STOP TRYING TO CHO-“ you turn her around and slam your lips on to hers, causing Mal to go limp in your arms, before returning the gesture happily. Mal began to slowly push you into the wall, trapping you between them.

When the kiss ended, Mal happily smiled, resting her forehead against yours. “Wow.” “I wanted to do that for a while now.” You admit, giggling happily.

“Yeah…me too.” Mal admits, lips just an inch away from yours. “Can we…ki-“

“Y/N, are you- OH MY GOD!” Ben stared at the two of you, dropping his books and his mouth wide open like a gold fish.

“B-BEN! It’s not what it looks like!” “Yeah we’re kissing, what are you gonna do about it, pretty boy?”

“ASDFGHJKL, THIS IS WHY YOU WERE SNEAKING AROUND?!”

“WILL YOU KIDS SHUT UP, YOU’RE IN A LIBRARY!”

“….Sorry ma’am.”