#very fucking concerned for 13 y/o me after hearing that

[princeanxious]

.... out of curiosity.... who were the characters in this hetalia fanfiction 13 year old you wrote....?

Oh god I rly dont wanna talk about it xD

[my-emotional-self]

Toxic Love Chapter 13

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes

Summary: Finding out your soulmates were Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes was one thing.  But when someone from your past comes back to haunt you, you have to figure out if a relationship with two super soldiers is something you really want to pursue or if you’d rather go back to your comfortable single life.

Series Warnings:  18+, Swearing, Angst, Fluff, past mentions of rape, self-harm, attempted rape, domestic violence, stalking, death threats, possible Dark!Steve?, Steve will be an asshole a LOT in this series but I don’t know how dark it will get, explicit sexual content, mental health issues, kind of A/B/O dynamics but not really (no they are not actual wolves, more like the hierarchy), mentions of suicide, flashbacks of suicide, nightmares

A/N: There will be no taglist for this story!  I apologize in advance!

Your heart sunk as Steve’s words echoed throughout your head.  He said he wanted to talk.  He said that things were not alright.  This was it. This was why you never bothered to try and be in another relationship again.  Sure, John was part of that decision too.  After what he had done to you for years, you didn’t want to start any kind of relationship either.  You were happy with your single life.  Just you, your cozy apartment and your job.  What more could you have asked for?

Now, now you were starting to really enjoy the relationship and dynamic between Steve and Bucky, but what happens now?  Do you move out? Do you remain in a relationship with Bucky?  Just because someone has a soulmate, doesn’t mean it always works out.  It’s rare to not live your life with a soulmate, but it’s happened.  

“Stevie, what’s going on here?” Bucky asked, walking further into the room.  

Steve sighed, turning to face you and Bucky.  “Look. Why don’t we all just take a shower and meet back in the living room.  I’ll have pizza ordered and we can talk about a few things.”

“Yeah.  Alright pal,” Bucky spoke as he placed a hand on your shoulder.  “Are you alright doll?”

No.  No you were most certainly not alright.  Your chin began to quiver but you willed your tears to stay away, at least for now.  “I think so,” you replied to Bucky, your eyes begging Steve to look at you but he wouldn’t.

When you made it to the hallway, you ran to your door as you couldn’t hold back the tears anymore. Once inside, your underwear and shirt were ripped from your body on your own accord.  With the shower turned on, you stood under the waterfall and cried. Sobbing your heart out.  You didn’t know what Steve wanted to talk about. The only thing on your mind was that he wanted to end things with you.  

After your tears ran dry, you hopped out of the shower and dried off.  You were rather sore in the lower half so you decided to forgo wearing any underwear and instead put on a baggy pair of sweat pants along with a long sleeve top to hide the cuts on your wrist.  

Slipping on your slippers, you quietly walked down the hallway and towards the living room. Bucky and Steve were both already there. All three of you were practically matching.  Everyone wearing sweatpants and comfortable shirts.  They were moving the pizza boxes into the living room when Bucky eyed you.

He motioned his head towards the couch.  “Come on doll.  Let’s eat.”

The last thing on your mind was eating at this point.  Your stomach was a wreck of nerves as you sat down in the middle of the couch.  Steve and Bucky sat on the chairs on either side of you and they began to dig into the pizza.  

You wanted to eat. You wanted to show Steve that you could obey the rules, but your stomach was in knots.  Bile began to work its way up your throat and you rushed to grab your water, taking a sip.

“You have to eat Y/N,” Steve said between bites; his eyes finally on you.  

Again, your chin began to tremble.  This time you weren’t able to stop the single tear that rolled down your cheek.  “I-I can’t.  I’ll eat after we talk.  I promise. I’m too nervous to even think about food right now.”

Bucky put his plate down, concern on his face.  “Why are you so nervous doll?”

The floodgates opened and no matter how hard you tried, you just couldn’t stop the tears.  “You’re going to break up with me aren’t you Steve?” you bawled.  “Please don’t leave me.  I didn’t mean to be bad.  I’ll do better.  I promise! But you can’t leave me!  I’m so sorry I fucked this up Steve!  I always fuck things up.”

You were weeping deeply, your hands covering your face as you were bent at the waist; forehead to your knees.  The couch dipped on either side of you and you were lifted by strong arms into someone’s lap.  Steve. It was Steve’s lap.  You knew his smell.  

There was a cold chill on your back and you knew it was from Bucky’s metal arm.  “Sweetheart,” Steve cooed as he rocked you gently back and forth, “Where did you get the idea that I wanted to leave you?”

Your fingers gripped his shirt, pulling him closer to you as you tried your best to take deep breaths, inhaling his scent.  God it was so calming being this close to him.  

“You-you said things weren’t ok and that-that we needed to-to talk,” you hiccupped.  Steve held you tighter as you spoke.  

“No sweetheart.  I would never leave you.  There is nothing you can do that would make me want to leave this relationship.  Do you understand me?”  You didn’t want to speak, so instead you nodded your head.  “Alright good.  Now, I’m going to hand you over to Bucky because I have to go and grab a few things.”

Carefully, Bucky pulled you into his arms and you curled up on his lap; your head resting against his chest.  His heartbeat was strong.  Steady. Just like Steve’s.  It was calming and soothing.  

“Doll, what’s got you acting like this?  First you were furious and angry and now this.  I’m worried about you.”

His words clenched at your heart.  It had been a lot time since anyone said they were actually worried about you.  John never worried about you.  No.  He didn’t care how you felt.  All he cared about was how he felt.  He was the most selfish man you had ever met.  

Steve’s footsteps made you perk your head up.  In his hands were a few folders with paper tucked inside.  He sat at the end of the couch facing you and Bucky.  

“Why don’t you come sit in the middle,” Steve said, patting the couch.  Like a sloth, you slowly untangled yourself from Bucky and sat cross legged in the middle of the couch.  “Now, I want you to know that I am not mad at you alright?  But I am disappointed.”

Disappointed.  That was never a fun feeling.  It never felt good to hear someone is disappointed in you. Especially if that someone means a lot to you.  

Steve grabbed the folders in his hands before giving them to Bucky.  You didn’t know what was in those folders.  You weren’t sure you ever wanted to know.  The last few days had been long and tiring and you just wanted to sleep for the next week straight.  

It was quiet in the living room as Bucky glanced over the paperwork.  He didn’t say anything.  With a quick glance, you looked over to him.  His face was emotionless.  Was that a good thing?  At least he didn’t look angry.  Right? Your heart hammered in your chest as you waited.  Waited for what seemed like hours.  Was this night ever going to end?

“Are we ready to begin?” Steve asked as he watched Bucky close the folders and place them on the coffee table in front of you.  

Bucky was still quiet, his thoughts pondering everything for a few minutes.  “Take it away Stevie.”

A few tears trailed down your cheeks as you waited.  At least Steve wasn’t breaking up with you, so that was a positive thing.  

“You’ve withheld some pretty important information from us Y/N,” Steve’s voice was stern, but not angry. “Do you want to tell us about that?”

Your arms trembled as you placed them on your lap.  You began to play with the hem of your shirt as you thought of what to say.  “Is it about my ex?” you asked.  

“That, and some other things.  But let’s start off with him,” Steve began to speak with authority as he picked up one of the folders on table and began to go through it.  “From the first time we discussed your past, the way you made it sound was that you were only with him for a few months after he began raping and beating you.  From this police file, it states you were with him for almost four years.”

He was right.  You were with him for that long.  John was rich.  He had security and power.  Power over other people and definitely power over you.  You had felt like a prisoner with him.  It took many years to plan your escape.  To plan it in such a way that you knew he’d be locked up for good.

You explained that to Steve and Bucky and they sat close to you, nodding at your words.  They were being very understanding of this all and that was exactly what you needed.  “I’m sorry if I made it sound like I was only with him for a few months.  I didn’t mean for it to come out that way.”

“It’s ok doll, we understand,” Bucky cooed softly, grabbing your hand with his as his thumb rubbed soothing circles on your skin.  

Steve closed the folder and picked up the other one.  It was thick. There was so much paper inside that folder.  “Now,” Steve began as he held up the folder in his hands.  “Were you ever going to tell us about your mental health issues?”

Yep.  You kind of figured this was what it was going to be about. Steve moved closer to you as he wiped a tear from your cheek.  “I-I, yes I was going to tell you about that.  I just was kind of waiting for the right time because you two had a lot on your plate with missions.  I didn’t want to distract you two.”

“Sweetheart, that’s not how this relationship works.  You’ll never be a distraction to us.  You are the most important person in our lives and we just want to be able to protect you and keep you safe.  Is this why you’ve been acting out so much the last few days?”

You nodded and began to explain everything to them.  They had already read your file of course, but they wanted to hear it from you.  You explained your parents suicide.  How mental health runs in the family.  You explained that you were diagnosed with Borderline Personality Disorder and how your medications were not working.  They were worried about that part instantly, but you assured them you had an appointment with your psychiatrist in a few weeks to sort that all out.  

“Let me see your arm sweetheart,” Steve said in a soft tone.  

Your eyes snapped up to meet his.  “What? Why?”  You didn’t want to show them your cuts.  You didn’t want them to worry about you anymore than they already had.

Steve’s eyes were both pleading and demanding.  You knew you weren’t getting out of this situation.  With a shaky sigh, you gave him your left arm.  He carefully pulled back the long sleeves and a gasp left both his and Bucky’s mouth.  

Bucky moved from the spot behind you and kneeled in front of you and Steve.  They both had your arm in their hands as they gently inspected the cuts that ran up and down your wrist.  

“Oh doll,” Bucky spoke with sadness in his voice, making you break down.  

“I’m sorry,” you wept, not being able to hold back anymore.  “I’m so sorry.  I didn’t mean to, I promise.  Please don’t be mad at me.”

You were wrapped up in their strong arms and you had never felt so safe, so protected in your life.

“We’re not mad at you doll. Not about this,” Bucky said, Steve quickly agreeing with him.  

“You promise?”

“We promise doll.”

Steve and Bucky sat on the couch as you lay across their legs.  Your head was on Steve’s chest and your legs rested on Bucky’s.  You had felt so content, so satisfied to just be sitting there with your soulmates.

“I want to apologize to you Y/N for how I acted last night,” Steve said and you pulled away from his chest to look at him.  Your brows furrowed in confusion.  “When we were together last night.  Intimate. I was a little rough with you and I’m sorry.  I never meant to hurt you.”

“Steve,” you said his name with a smile on your lips.  “Don’t be sorry.  You didn’t hurt me, I promise.  And as for the rough part.  Well, I really enjoyed it,” you admitted.  “Too be honest.  I was kind of surprised.  I didn’t think you had it in you.  I was fully expecting Bucky to be the rough one in the relationship.”

The three of you let out soft chuckles of laughter.  

“There is something we should probably discuss though,” Bucky spoke up.  “I know we’ve both been with you now, intimately.  But we never discussed being safe.”

You knew exactly what Bucky was talking about and you wanted to ease their minds.  “No need to worry about that.  I’m clean and I’m on the pill too.”

Collective sighs came from both of your soulmates.  No babies for you three yet.  At least, not anytime soon.  You wanted to enjoy your time with them.  You wanted them to yourself.  

You face became ablaze with heat as you felt their eyes on you.  

“Tell us what you want doll. What do you want right this moment?” Bucky asked, his hands roaming over you sweatpants clad legs.  

Looking between the two of them, there was only one thing in this exact moment that you wanted.  

“I want both of you.”

That was all they needed to hear.  Steve picked you up, bridal style and the three of you made quick work of getting to your bedroom.

[ohhipstaplease]

Casualties of War

After the Infinite Tsukuyomi is lifted, and Naruto is being treated—and reprimanded—by Sakura, he finds comfort in being babied by none other than Hinata Hyuga.

For Naruhina week 2021 @nhweek | April 13: Battle Couple / “Sorry I just sort of fell asleep on your shoulder

Post-War | Canon-Compliant | Rated T+ | 1.2K+ Words | Ao3

He was sure it was the loss of blood, there was no other possible explanation. But all he could think about at the moment was how soft Hinata was. He had never felt more comfortable than he did at that moment, his head on her shoulder, her hand intertwined in his. It was almost enough to make him drown out the sounds of Sakura’s yelling and the pain of his lost limb.

“You’re comfy.”

She blushed as she looked down at him, “Go to sleep, Naruto-Kun, you need to conserve your energy.”

“Not sleepy,” He muttered through half-lidded eyes. The weight of everything that had just happened was hitting him at once. Not mentally, no, that would come later. Physically, though, his body was shutting down.

“Yes you are.”

“I’m not.”

She brushed back his dirtied blonde hair as prying eyes watched them from all corners. Wondering if he was okay, wanting to know why it was Hinata that was caressing him in a manner far too familiar for the relationship they had remembered the pair having.

Sakura, and the remainder of the Konoha 11 for that matter, knew, though, from the moment Naruto and Hinata joined hands on the battlefield they were endgame. Now it just had to click for Naruto.

That moment wouldn’t come now, though. He was so doped up from the medicines Sakura managed to scrounge together that, quite frankly, everyone was amazed he was still sitting up and talking. The adrenaline had to have stopped pumping by now, in fact, Sasuke had already passed out next to him.

“Can you put your hand on my cheek again?”

“W-what?”

Naruto lifted their interlocked fingers and roughly placed her palm to his sticky cheek, “Like this.”

“O-oh, I see.”

“You did it before, on the battlefield.”

“Yes, I did.”

“Why?”

Hinata knew he wouldn’t remember this conversation, still, she couldn’t choke out the words she had so bravely said to him before, “...Because.”

“Because?”

She couldn’t do it. She just didn’t have it in her to confess yet again when she knew full well he wasn’t in any kind of state to hear or even understand those words she uttered earlier. So instead she indulged herself and said something she never would have had he been fully conscious.

“You have cute cheeks,” she said playfully, pinching him gently.

He chuckled, “It’s the whiskers, right?”

“It’s definitely the whiskers,” She said, finally allowing herself to trace one with the very tip of her finger.

Naruto chuckled, catching her hand in his once more, “I like this Hinata.”

“W-what do you mean?”

“The old Hinata would never fight by my side. You’ve been such a badass lately, and you don’t get all stuttery around me either. Well, not that often anyway.”

“You think I’m a badass?”

He nodded and roughly pulled her closer, “Don’t tell Sasuke, but I think fighting beside you was so fucking cool,” He paused for a moment and looked into her eyes, “Fight by my side more often, yeah?”

She felt faint at hearing those words, but she tried to stop herself from showing it. She was a badass now, she couldn’t turn back after all the progress she had made.

“Yes, Naruto-Kun. Of course.”

He brought his forehead to hers, bright blue eyes studying her, looking into the depths of her soul.

She forced herself to look at him as well, as much as it pained her to see his right arm was now gone, the bruising around his face, the black eye that was swelling to double its size.

Still, through it all, he was grinning from ear to ear.

His gaze followed hers and he shrugged, “Casualty of war, you know? I guess I just won’t be able to feed myself for a little while.”

“That’s the only thing you’re concerned about?” Sakura mumbled under her breath as she began bandaging him up for transport. She had just finished up on Sasuke, he was snoring peacefully beside them.

Had it been any other moment in time, Hinata would’ve moved her face away from Naruto’s. Unwrapped her hand from his. It was inappropriate after all, considering they were nothing more than comrades at this point.

But she had forgotten there was anyone else around, couldn’t hear Sakura’s banter, didn’t acknowledge the looks or stares. And she told herself she was crazy if she thought they were only comrades.

She didn’t know what they were now, but comrades didn’t even begin to cover it.

When she heard Sakura get up and go over to gather more supplies, she leaned in closer to him, her nose slightly grazing his. She was just so grateful that he was alive. That they had made it. She didn’t care about anything else right now, only managed to say, was “I’ll feed you.”

“Y-yeah?” He mumbled.

“And help you with anything else you need.”

“You’re the best, Hinata,” He said, pressing his hand to her cheek this time.

“I’m just happy you’re alive,” She whispered.

He nodded, tracing the side of her face lightly, “I couldn’t stop thinking about you the whole time.”

“W-what?”

“I just...wanted to keep you safe.”

“N-Naruto...”

“Just like you tried to keep me safe.”

She put her hand over his and squeezed, trying to ground herself in the moment. Had Sakura not been right behind them, she would’ve leaned in and closed the space between them. It was all she could do not to press her lips to his.

From the look on his face, it was like the same thought was crossing his mind. So when Hinata heard him say, “I think I’m going to pass out,” she was caught completely off guard.

“Shit, grab him!” Sakura yelled as she dashed towards them, trying to soften the blow.

Hinata managed to grab a hold of him, letting him lean on her once more.

“Is he really okay?” She whispered to Sakura.

The pink-hair kunoichi smiled knowingly as she ruffled Naruto’s hair, “It’s going to be a long road ahead of him, but with some help along the way I’m sure he’ll be good as new.”

He began snoring slightly, and then loudly. Hinata tried not to laugh, knowing she would rouse him if she did.

But, clearly, sleep was something Naruto just couldn’t seem to hold onto, as he awoke within a few minutes and guiltily looked up at her, “Sorry, I just sort of fell asleep on your shoulder.”

She squeezed his hand and whispered, “You need to rest. You’re safe now, Naruto-Kun. Just close your eyes, we’ll be leaving soon.”

“Will you stay with me?”

Hinata rested her cheek upon the top of his head and responded, “I won’t leave your side, Naruto-Kun. Not ever.”

“Okay, cool.”

She had to bite her lip to stop herself from laughing. In a day or two, when he was well-rested and conscious, he wouldn’t remember a thing.

But she would.

Until then, though, she’d protect him just as he protected the village. Just as Sakura said, it would be a long road ahead of him, ahead of all of them really. The casualties of war were more than those they saw on the surface.

She didn’t want to think of that though, not now. Not while she was holding his hand and feeling his heartbeat in time with hers.

They had survived, in the end, and that was all that mattered for now. She wouldn't dare think of those who hadn't. Not now.

Her heart wouldn't be able to bear it.

"Let's get Ichiraku when we get back," He mumbled as he curled into her side.

Hinata smiled and wrapped an arm around him, "I'd like nothing more, Naruto-Kun. I'd like nothing more."

[noonmutter]

Kinky Questions, Go!! ALL 50! At least the ones you haven't gotten yet.

*knucklecrack*

1: Kitchen Counter, Couch, or on top of the dryer?

"Yes. If I gotta pick one, couch. Th' dryer's noisy an' I like bein' able t' hear th' other person.

2: Your last sexual encounter: Good or Bad and why:

Answered here!

3: A fictional person that you think would be good in bed:

(I actually don't know any ingame fiction to draw an answer from here, sorry. <.<)

4: Something that never fails to make you horny:

"Pullin' me int' you. Up, down, chest-t'-chest, back-t'-chest, whatever. Not often I get manhandled, y'ken?"

5: Where is one place you would never have sex:

"I mean, never say never, but somewhere it'd take some real convincin' t'get me t' do it? Th' meetin' space at th' center o' th' Dreamgrove. I'd sooner set my 'air on fire than fuck where th' statue o' Malorne might watch me, an' Remulos would not approve."

(Rest below the cut! Yes I did do all of them!)

6: The most awkward moment during a sexual experience was when:

"...Wakin' up in a pile o' people after an especially long bender, none of 'om I recognized, an' not one stitch o' clothin' anywhere in sight except fer a gnome-sized miniskirt. An' there were no gnomes in th' pile! "Days like tha' are why I don't fuck drunk anymore."

7: Weirdest thing that ever made you horny:

"Tenderizin' steak." Sigh. "Pretty sure it was th' smell o' th' raw meat, mostly.

8: What is the best way to sexually bind someone: Handcuffs, Rope, or Other [if other please explain]:

"With my bare 'ands, or with my teeth 'oldin' somethin' sensitive. Wolf's snout kin fit all th' way 'round most people's throats without actually bitin' down as long as I get th' canines all th' way across, an' as long as neither of us move too terribly much, it's great fun."

9: What is the fastest way to make you horny:

"Hook a finger in my collar an' pull me t' yer eye level. Trouble is, if we're not already pretty damn close an' y' start grabbin' at my collar, I might punch y'."

10: Top or bottom?

"Switch."

11: We were about to ____________ but then ______________ [example: we were about to have sex but then his mom walked in] "We were about t' sneak off t' start our 'oneymoon but then I tripped through a portal some jackass dropped in th' middle o' th' weddin' party an' 'ad t' fly all th' way back first.

12: Is one orgasm enough? Are multiple orgasms necessary?

"Sometimes it's enough, sometimes it's a start, sometimes it's not even th' point. Really depends on th' mood at th' moment, dunnit? I like t'go as many rounds as either of us kin stand, most o' th' time, but I def'nitely find plenty o' value in just one long, slow go tha' ends when it ends.

13: Something that you have hidden in your room that you don’t want anyone to find:

His expression was less jovial than for most of these questions. "Th' collar I made for Vandy."

14: Weirdest nickname a significant other has ever called you:

"Squigglebird. Long story."

15: Two things you like [or dislike] about oral sex:

"Like th' noises it makes a person make--vocally, I mean--an' th' views it gives o' th' person I'm goin' down on an' th' person tha's goin' down on my. Don't like th' taste all tha' much, really 'ate some o' th' noises yer lips an' throat make if yer a li'l overzealous."

16: Weirdest sexual act some has performed [or tried to perform] on/with you:

"Li'l inflatable toy thingie in m' backside. Felt alright fer a while, cuz I mean it wasn't like it was th' first time I'd 'ad anythin' in there, but ah... she kept goin' past my willin'ness, an' it got pretty damn uncomfortable pretty damn fast. I might be willin' t' try it again but not without a lotta thought b'fore'and, an' not with my 'ands bound.

17: Have you ever tasted yourself? [If no, would you?] [If yes, what did you think?]

"Yeah." He shrugged. "Tasted like cum. Nothin' special."

18: Is it ever okay to not use a condom:

"I mean, if y'both agree to it an' y'don't fool around with anybody else, then yeah it's fine. Overwhelmin' majority o' th' time, I wrap up, even with m'wives."

19: Who was the sexiest teacher you ever had?

"...I din't 'ave any teachers I thought were sexy? My first shan'do was a 'andsome elven woman 'o could arm-wrestle a grizzly an' win, but she wasn't wha' I'd call sexy. Too gruff, too keen t' be alone."

20: A food that you would like to use during a sexual experience:

"Not somethin' I really think about in advance, t'be honest. Cook or no cook, food just kinda 'appens on a whim."

21: How big is too big:

"Can't get my mouth 'round it is usually a problem. Length isn't so much a concern, just means y' won't get t' bury it all th' way after a certain point unless y' want me dead."

22: One sexual thing you would never do:

"Mess with any bod'ly fluids besides cum. I tried real 'ard t'understand tha' one an' I just can't, sorry. Gross."

23: Biggest turn on:

"Depends on th' person; wha's 'ot from one is wierd comin' from another. Pickin' out of a hat? When Val'rin says somethin', then rolls 'is eyes up t' look at me an' tacks on a plaintive li'l 'Sir?' at th'end."

24: Three spots that drive you insane:

"Pretty much anywhere on m' throat, th' undersides o' my wrists, an' my 'air. Partic'larly yankin' on it. Just... don't come up an' do it outta nowhere. Like with m' collar, tha' shit'll get y' punched an' I'd argue y' prolly deserve it."

25: Worst possible time to get horny:

"Most times aren't really tha' bad, Iunno... middle of a warzone I guess?"

26: Do you like it when your sexual partner moans:

"I'm kinna suspicious of anybody 'o doesn't. Wha' kinna person doesn't love tha' kinda instant feedback? Tell me I'm doin' a good job, tell me 'ow t' do a better job, tell me just 'ow blown yer mind is by losin' track o' words, sing me a song."

27: Worst sexual idea you ever had:

"Really dunno why I thought it was a good idea t' let a blindfolded guy toss me anywhere, least of all into a bed with a solid headboard on it."

He touched the back of his head in remembered pain.

28: How much fapping is too much fapping:

"When yer chafed an' still 'aven't finished cuz yer too damned raw and desensitized t' get off, it's prolly time t' stop fer a while."

29: Best sexual complement you ever got:

Answered here!

30: Bald, landing strip, Jumanji:

"Landin' strip, ideally. I kin deal with whatever but tha's th' most convenient amount. Less potential fer mess."

31: Is it good sex if you don’t nut?

"What a bizarre question, 'course it is. Shit, sometimes tha's 'alf th' point."

32: Fill in the blank: “If they ____________, we are fuckin”

"Bite my neck 'r pin me t' a wall."

33: What your favorite part of your body:

"My 'air. It's gotten damned difficult t' take care of, but th' tradeoff's pretty worth it."

34: Favorite foreplay activities:

"Touchin'. Just... touchin'. Runnin' my fingers real light an' soft across ev'ry...single...inch...of a playmate's body. Learnin' th' curves, th' blemishes, th' scars, th' ins, th' outs, th' sensitive spots, th' ticklish bits, th' fav'rites all by touch. I kin do tha' fer hours if they'll let me."

35: Love (>,<, or =) Sex For those of us who don’t remember our math that's “greater than, less than, or equal to]

"Does not equal. Th' two kin be completely unrelated t'one another an' tha's perfec'ly fine. They kin en'hance each other when they're both involved, but they aren't incomplete without one another at all."

36: What do you wear to bed?

"If I kin get away with it, nothin'. I run 'ot these days, it's real easy t' overheat if I wear stuff t' sleep.

37: When was the first time you masturbated:

"Gods, Iunno. Thirteen? Fifteen? Somewhere in there."

38: Do you have any nude/masturbating pictures/video of yourself?

"Not tha' I keep fer very long. I make 'em an' send 'em t' people tha' I made 'em for, then I get rid of 'em cuz I don't wanna watch m'self wankin' or whatever."

39: Have you ever/when was the last time you had sex outside?

"So many times, gods alive. Last time was a few days ago, if y' count th' back acres on our property as outside enough."

40: Have/would you ever have sex outside?

Leon just kinda snorted. (See previous answer!)

41: Have/would you ever had a threesome?

"Sev'ral times, an' I would 'appily do so again with th' right people. Fun, but occasionally tricky t' figger out."

42: What is one random object you’ve used to masturbate?

"Most o' th' time I'm very borin' an' just stick t' my 'and an' maybe a dildo, but I got one o' those vibratin' sleeve thingers not too long ago tha' I've been meanin' t' try out..."

43: Have/would you ever masturbate at work/school?

"No, an' maybe. If I were still workin' in a kitchen where other people 'ad t' work an' there's food ev'rywhere, it'd be an absolutely not. I work in a private workshop by th' 'ouse now, so I kin get away with it more, long as 'm careful. Thus far I 'aven't been so tempted tha' I couldn't make it back in th' house first, though."

44: Have/would you ever have sex on a plane?

"Never been in one, be willin' t' try. I've 'eard 'ow tiny those bathrooms are."

45: What is one song you’d like to have sex to?

"...gonna 'ave t' ask me that'un again in a few months when I know more songs, sorry."

46: What is something nonsexual that makes you horny?

Answered here!

47: Most attractive celebrity?

"Do th' Tarts count as celebrities? I'm not even gonna try t' pick one, but tha's all I got."

48: Do you watch gay/lesbian porn? why/why not?

"Not a big porn-watcher in gen'ral, my life feels like a goddamned romance novel as it is. Not often I need more'n a couple o' particularly fond mem'ries."

49: If a child was born on the occasion of the last time you had sex, how old would that child be right now?

"Four days."

50: Has anyone ever posted nude pictures of you online?

(Hard to answer this one since the internet at large isn't really a thing in WoW, at least not in a widely-accepted enough way for me to answer it...)

51: What is one thing that NEVER makes you horny?

"Put-downs. Don't call me slut or boy or bitch--gods, especially not bitch--or th' like if y'want me t' go 'ome with y'."

52: Do you have stretch marks? (How do you feel about them? Has anyone ever had a problem with them?)

"Not tha' I've seen."

53: Do you like giving head? (why/why not)

"Like givin' it cuz it makes m' playmate feel real nice, don't like th' flavor s' much."

54: How do you feel about tattoos on someone you are interested in?

"Doesn't make a dif'rence t' me, aside from most tattoos bein' pretty."

55: How would you feel about taking someones virginity?

"Done it, though I'm not a fan o' th' phrasin'. They put some trust in me, I din't take anythin'."

56: Is there any food you would NOT recommend using during a sexual encounter?

"Nothin' spicy. Period. Just don't. It's not worth it."

57: Is there anything you do on Tumblr that you would not like your significant other to see?

(Another one that doesn't really have an answer in this context.)

58: Do you own any sex toys? (what is it? (how long have you had it?)

Leon burst out laughing and pointed at the full-size steamer trunk at the foot of his bed. "Tha's not even close t' all of it, either. Gods alive, wha' a question t' ask me!"

59: Would you give your significant other unrestricted access to your Tumblr for a day?

"Wouldn't give 'em unrestricted access t' anythin' private o' mine fer a day. If it's tha' private t' begin with, it's cuz it's my safe 'aven, an' they respect tha', same as I do their private stuff."

60: Would you be offended if your significant other suggested you get plastic surgery?

"A li'l bit if it came outta nowhere, but I've talked a fair bit about wishin' I could get rid o' some o' my scars. It's not somethin' I wouldn't consider tryin'."

61: Would you rather be a pornstar or a prostitute?

"Pretty 'appy doin' th' latter as it is. Don't think I'd wanna try th' recorded stuff, it seems like it'd be really awkward t' do tha' fer a cam'ra crew an' with somebody 'o ain't really enjoyin' it."

62: Do you watch porn?

"Not really. Most of it's not int'restin' t' me."

63: How small is too small?

"'Too small' is 'ard fer me t' quantify. I 'aven't found anythin' too small fer me t' work with some'ow."

64: Have you ever been called a freak? Why?

Bit of a flat look. "Worgen."

65: Who gave you your last kiss? Did it mean anything?

"Me an' th' guy 'o fucked me on th' fence out back shared quite a few kisses b'fore, durin', an' after. Mostly they meant 'fuck yer hot.'"

66: Would you switch phones with your significant other for a day?

"I mean, I could. Nothin' on there I wouldn't want any of 'em t' see. Be a bit inconvenient though."

67: Do you feel comfortable going “commando”?

"Frankly I'm more comfortable tha' way than otherwise. Spent too long with a big ol' poof o' fur around m' crotch t' be comfy with most undies. Same reason I'm not overly fond o' shoes either."

68: Would you have a problem with going down on someone if they hadn’t shaved their pubic hair?

"Purely in a logistical sense, yeah. I kin still go t' town an' do thin's right, but it's... sloppy. Those 'airs seem t' WANT t' get in yer mouth, an' all tha', an' it's just so much messier overall."

69: If you could give yourself head, would you?

"'O says I can't?"

70: Booty or Boobs?

"I am very much an ass man."

71: If you had a penis, what would you name it?

"I do, but I didn't. Namin' it seems strange."

72: Have you ever been on an official date?

"Sev'ral, but all of 'em only took place in th' last few years. Never when I was growin' up."

73: Have you ever cheated on someone? (Why?)

"No, an' I never will, an' you kin quote me on tha'."

74: If you were a stripper, what would your name be?

"I 'aven't th' faintest idea 'ow tha' works."

75: Have you ever had sex in your parents bed? (Would you?)

"Nope. Never 'ad th' opportunity, an' I think I'd rather throw up on th' floor an' eat it."

76: How would you react if you found out your parents had sex in your bed?

"Sweet, I'm gettin' a new bed!"

77: What was your reaction the first time you saw a penis/vagina

"Assumin' we're not talkin' about my own bits... 'That's not gonna fit!' fer a dick, an' 'This is a lot less sexy than th'other lads made it out t'be' fer a cooch."

78: If you had a penis/vagina for a day, what are five things you would do?

Answered here!

79: Oral, Anal, or Vaginal? 

"Yes."

80: What’s the first thing you look at on someone of the opposite gender?

"Their face. Also 'ow they carry themselves. But mostly their face."

( @pinpep @shckaewynn @valarin-sunstorm for mentions )

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Through The Grapevine | KTH Oneshot

Summary: Kim’s Family Winery, a symbol of prestige and luxury, yet their finances are absolute shit. 

Warnings:  language

Genre: Fluff

Rating: SFW, PG-13 (for language)

Word Count: 8k Words 

A/N: I finished this at 1 am. Oh god I’ve been writing for five hours straight.

Thank you to @yoongi-sugaglider​ for the prompt I used for this idea!! I didn’t use it exactly but thank you!!! And I’m honestly so nervous because Jester and JJ are business people and I probably screwed all the business stuff up, but if you squint you can see a little bit of sense??

Prompt:  Taehyung the boy from money. His family owns a slew of Italian vineyards and he's expected to inherit the job. But he secretly wants to race yachts.

Other: Masterlist

          You were royally fucked. Running late to your first day on the job at Kim’s Family Winery was not the first impression you wanted to make. 

“Fuck fuck fuck.” You pulled your hair into a messy ponytail as you slammed the taxi door shut. “Kim’s Family Winery.” You barked, voice hoarse from having woken up an hour ago. 

       You tucked the loose strands of hair behind your ear and tried your best to smooth down any frizz. While your face and hair looked semi-presentable, the rest of your body told a different story. It told the story of waking up late, throwing on your clothes in the dark, forgetting to turn on the lights, tripping down the apartment steps, and falling into the street trying to wave down a taxi. Life was great. You had a sinking feeling in your stomach as you drove farther away from the city into the rolling vineyards of the countryside. It was an hour long drive to the winery and you had exactly 30 minutes to be there. 

        Time to start brainstorming excuses. You had an hour, whether you liked it or not. You sighed and pressed your forehead to the back of the seat in front of you. The leather smelled like cigarettes. Okay, well I could use the traffic excuse or maybe the ‘taxi driver was slow’ excuse. You sat up and glanced at the taxi driver’s face. He was an older gentleman with wrinkles and probably more knowledge in one hair than your entire body. No, not that one. A voice in your head chimed in to tell you to ‘just tell the truth’ and while that was enticing, you had never been great with the whole honesty thing. You groaned at your predicament. 

“You doing alright?” The old man looked at you through the rearview mirror. 

“Yes.” You answered automatically before quickly backtracking. “I mean, no.” You sighed and tilted your head back against the headrest. “I’m late for my first day at work.” 

“Ah, Kim’s Family Winery is a big deal I hear.” He smiled sympathetically at you, then turned his eyes back to the deserted road. 

“I know.” You grumbled. 

“But it’s not going to be too bad, okay? Just have faith in yourself.” 

“Thank you.” You turned to face the window. 

        The hills rolled far into the distance. Rows and rows of corn, grapes, and strawberries passed you by. The sun was casting a golden hue over the fields and you could see the farmers milling around, probably having been awake since dawn. You had always enjoyed the countryside, but you had never thought about working in it. You had always expected to work at some big business corporation, not manage the finances of a famous winery. 

“What time are you supposed to be there?” 

      You glanced at your phone. The time read 8:00 A.M. You needed to be there in 30 minutes. 

“8:30.” You said, the defeat evident in your voice. 

“Missed your alarm?” The man furrowed his eyebrows in concern. 

“Yes.” You said quietly, sinking lower. “And I know this drive takes at least an hour.”

        There was a long silence. The pavement turned to dirt. The wheels crunched loudly against the loose ground. The driver picked up speed, his hands gripped the steering wheel. 

His eyes then looked up and met your gaze in the rearview mirror before looking back at the path. 

“I think I can make it in 45.” 

          45 minutes later, you stepped out onto the dirt paved road, your briefcase resting on your fingers behind your back. You had expected a lavish villa of some sort, but instead you’re greeted with a quaint, one story, building. It had vines tangling with a wooden arch that led to the entrance. You shuffled awkwardly, unsure of what to do. You didn’t want to stall any long, but your nerves were getting the best of you. You looked at the time. 8:45. You needed to get in there right away. The taxi pulled away and you bit your lip, now alone. 

          The first step was the hardest, the second a little less so. You continued until you were right at the door. It was a pane of glass with the words Kim’s Family Winery printed with gold lettering. The place gave a very home-y vibe despite the prestige. There was a little dirt path off to the side and your eyes traced its path all the way up the hillside. On the hill’s side sat a large villa, bright white and large glass windows reflecting the morning sun. You took a deep breath and tried to peer inside. It was dark, but that could just be the contrast to the outside. 

           You slowly opened the door, jumping as a bell rang out, alerting them of your entrance. You closed the door quietly behind you and made your way inside. The walls were made of wood and the floor was a soft carpet. Deeper inside, the lights were off. The only source of light was the sun streaming through the large windows. There were a few booths and a couple long tables to your left. To your right was a bar with a wall of fine wines resting behind it. You didn’t know if you should call out or just wait. So you instead decided to look for the light switch. It was nice, the natural light, but it was a little dark in some areas. 

         The place was quiet as you moved to the front to search for the light switches. 

“Just leave it be. The morning light is calming and opening isn’t until 9.” A deep voice rang out, making your skin break out into goosebumps. 

“I’m so sorry for being late.” You exclaimed, turning to face a man walking through the door. He had on blue jeans, a red plaid shirt, and working boots. He stamped his feet on the mat by the door and walked inside. He had a small smile on his face as he surveyed you. 

“Don’t worry, everyone is always a little late, but don’t tell Namjoonie I said that, okay?” The man said casually. He walked over to the bar and started searching through the wine bottles. He held one up, checked the label, and then pulled out a pen and checked off something on a list. 

“I’m Kim Taehyung.” He said, the pen cap in his mouth. “You are the new hire, I’m guessing?” 

            You were frozen, watching Taehyung move from one bottle to the next. The glasses clinked heavily back into place one after another. Your hands gripped your briefcase as you moved toward the odd man. He wasn’t odd looking whatsoever, in fact he looked as if he were sculpted by the gods, but his behavior was so...friendly. The name Kim Taehyung rung a bell. He must be one of the brothers. You hadn’t expected them to work with everyone else. You thought they would send orders down and then run off to catch a private jet to the Maldives or something. 

“Y-yeah, I’m,” You cleared your throat and he stopped, looking up at you with a raised eyebrow. “I’m Y/N.” You bowed your head slightly. 

           He let out a little laugh and dipped his head in recognition. Then he scribbled his signature onto the paper and dumped the clipboard into a drawer. He capped the pen and shoved it back into his pocket. 

“You’re here for the money thing yeah?” The man went around the bar and appraised you, eyes flicking over your body. You felt only a little self conscious against his intense gaze, hands moving to your front, briefcase with it. 

“Yes, sir.” You nodded. 

“Aish, just call me Taehyung” He scratched his head. “Sir sounds too formal.”

         You quirked an eyebrow. When Kim Seokjin had interviewed you, he had always spoken formally. You had expected that to be commonplace at Kim’s Family Winery. 

“O...okay?” You relaxed your grip on your briefcase as he flashed you a boxy smile. 

“Y/N.” He pulled out a bar chair and sat on it backwards. “I’m going to be honest with you,” His expression went dark, his gaze growing in intensity. “Kim’s Family Winery is going bankrupt.” 

“What do you mean by that?” Your voice came out harsher than you thought. 

“Well, we’re losing more money maintaining our little winery than we are gaining or whatever you call it.” He waved his hand nonchalantly. “We leave logistics to Joonie. That’s why we got you!” 

“I thought...I thought this was the most sought after wine!” You cried. Maybe coming here was a mistake. You could’ve gotten a better job at a place like BigHit or Bangtan Inc. Instead, you were lured in by the prestige of Kim’s Family Winery and accepted the job. 

“Yes, but with those fancy soda wine can things coming out, we’ve been losing more money.” He explained. 

“Right, right.” Okay, all they need is for you to save the ship and then you can leave. You thought to yourself, already feeling the headache. 

“Are you going to stick around?” Taehyung tilted his head, biting his lip. 

“Yes, of course. I’ll help you.” You said firmly, despite your apprehension. 

“Great! Because the last guy jumped ship when he saw our debt.” He jumped up from his seat and started walking towards a door. “This leads to the office. You’ll find the finances that Joonie filed and then you can come tell us the situation! Jinnie should be here in uhhh,” He glanced at his watch. It was a rolex. “About five minutes!” 

“Great thanks-” Before you could finish he was already gone, the door shutting behind him. 

           You sighed and got to work, turning on the lights in the office. You moved to the small window that was near the ceiling. It opened painfully slowly. You then went about taking out the various files that held their financial reports. You gathered the most relevant ones you could find and then dropped them on the small metal desk, coughing as dust flew into the air. The clock on the wall read 9:00 A.M. 

You flipped through some papers, noting the most noticeable changes in profit and expenses. 

“Who spends $1000 on cleaning fluid, and why?” You murmured to yourself as you noted it down in the I Need Answers column of your notes. 

        There was a light knock on the door. 

“Y/N? Are you ready?” Taehyung said softly through the door. 

        You hastily gathered your notes and stood up from your position hunched over the desk. 

“Yes, yes” You coughed loudly as the dust flew into your lungs. “Achem, Just a second.” 

          You felt like you were hacking up a lung. You swallowed to try and rid yourself of the dust coating your throat. It didn’t help much, but you got control of yourself. How do they spend so much on cleaning fluid and yet they can’t seem to clean their office? You threw open the door, looking forward to getting out of the closet known as the office. Sadly, there was a loud thump and Taehyung stepped into your view. 

“Ow.” He groaned, hand covering his nose as he stumbled backwards. 

“Oh my god, Taehyung, I’m so sorry!” You rushed towards the taller man, but he held his hand out to stop you. 

“No, no, Y/N it’s okay.” His eyes were scrunched up tight. He pulled his hand back to view the first drops of blood. 

“You’re bleeding.” The Earth really hated you today.

       You wanted to scream, but instead you quickly ducked into the bar area and searched around the cabinets. Luckily you came across a box of tissues and you aggressively pulled out a tissue. You ran back over to him, only to hear low voices. 

“It’s fine! It’s fine! It was a simple accident.” You heard Taehyung say, swatting at his brothers. 

        You stopped in your tracks, suddenly worried. Of course the brothers would arrive right when you had just clobbered Taehyung in the nose. 

“It doesn’t look good, Taehyungie.” one brother said. 

“It’s just a bloody nose, god you guys are real drama queens.” 

         You slipped into the room, trying not to draw attention to yourself, but instantly their gazes snapped to you. You could feel Namjoon’s withering stare and Jin’s confused expression. You tried to just focus on the task. You handed Taehyung the tissue and he thanked you awkwardly as he covered his nose. 

“So you’re Y/N?” Namjoon sighed. 

“Yes.” You squeaked, resisting the urge to run away. 

Surprisingly, he just chuckled a little and held out his hand. “Welcome to the family.” 

 “So let’s see here.” You pulled out your notes and flipped through the pages. “I can sum it up like this; you’re losing a lot of money for a lot of unnecessary things.” 

“Obviously, that’s why you’re here.” Taehyung rolled his eyes. You sighed and closed the notebook. 

“Then you have to trust me.” You said. “Looking through your expenses here, I can only do so much.” 

“Anything you need to know?” Namjoon steepled his fingers. 

“Yes.” You flipped to the last page where you had circled a big name with question marks. “Who is Rosa Chung?” 

“An old family friend. She has helped the winery out a lot!” Jin explained quickly. 

“She seems to be losing you a lot of money.” You muttered. “I see here that her and her party ordered a total of $20,000 worth of wine and yet, I see no payment back. You lost $20,000, why?” 

“It was her birthday!” Taehyung jumped in. You just raised your eyebrow in disbelief. 

“And why have you spent $1,000 in cleaning fluid? Because I honestly have no idea where it’s going if it’s not going to that dusty office you have back there.” 

         Despite having been flustered in your arrival, you were in your element now. Plus, the boxy smile of Taehyung did help loosen your nerves. The sitting room was arranged like so; You sat across the couch in a single leather chair, legs crossed, while they sat smooshed together on the couch looking like scolded children. 

“Rosa explained that we needed it. She never told us why, but she always tells us we need it.” Namjoon murmured, as if realizing the ridiculousness of the statement as he spoke. 

“I’d like to meet this Rosa lady.” You snorted. “How did she manage to talk you into giving her all this free stuff, huh?” Are these guys idiots or geniuses? 

“She’s an old family friend, we trust her.” Jin said, his head dipping low. 

“Ah, this is bullshit.” Taehyung sighed, draping his upper half over the side of the couch. 

“So what do we do? Confront her?” Namjoon shifted uncomfortably. 

“You are capable businessmen.” You snapped the notebook shut. “I’ll stop the orders of cleaning fluid and start brainstorming ways to make back your lost money.” You stood up, dusting yourself off. “With the Rosa situation...figure it out.” 

          You promptly left the room and went back to the office. First day on the job? Yes. But you were going to give it to them straight. You weren’t here to make them feel better or hide things, you were there to handle their finances. Taehyung knocked on your door a little while later. 

“Can I come in?” 

“Yeah, come in.” You responded, distracted as you tried to look up event costs. 

           The only way you could see them pulling through by the end of the month, was if they held a fundraiser and raised over $100,000. It was a stretch, but with their prestige, they could do it. How did they get that prestige with such lousy finances? Who knew. Well, the keyword was try, because your cell reception was almost none. You drummed your fingers impatiently on the desk as you waited for the page to finally load. Taehyung entered the room, the door softly clicking shut behind him. 

          It was a little cramped with two of you in the small office, but it would make do. The page loaded and you got preoccupied reading through the list of venues. If you calculated the expenses going into it and the expected profits, you could see the event helping quite a bit. 

“So anyway, that’s all I wanted to say.” Taehyung cleared his throat. Your eyes shot up, widening slightly. 

“I’m so sorry...I wasn’t listening to anything you just said.” You admitted sheepishly. 

         He didn’t seem bothered, but his eyes went a little dull. His smile didn’t loosen and he chuckled a little, but it seemed forced. 

“Yeah, I get that a lot.” He muttered. 

         Your gaze softened, taking in the man in front of you. He was tall and well built. His waist was slim and his face was a beautiful tan color with deep pools of brown for eyes. 

“Well,” You put down your phone with a smile. “You have my undivided attention.” You clasped your hands together on the desk. 

         He looked confused and suddenly he went very quiet. It was as if no one had told him that before, as if no one had ever taken the time to listen to him before this. You noted the way his fingers twitched and the muscle in his jaw ticked slightly as he seemed deep in thought. Taehyung breathed out slowly and his stance made it look like a heavy weight had just been lifted. His eyes watched you curiously. 

“I said, uh, that you probably think we’re...pretty stupid.” He said awkwardly. “But I assure you we’re not! Joonie is really smart, he’s like 200 IQ, or was it 148? And Jinnie, jinnie is smart, but maybe not as much, but still smart! We’re all smarter than average I swear-” 

         You burst out laughing at his ramblings, to which you quickly inhaled a load of dust and started coughing. 

“Y/N! Are you alright?” He rushed to your side, squeezing between the desk and the filing cabinets. He patted your back as you wheezed. 

“Maybe-maybe she was right about the need for cleaning supplies. It’s so dusty in here.” You croaked. You suddenly became aware of your proximity. His hand rested on your back and his face was right next to yours, as if he were whispering some divine secret. You tried your best to keep the heat off your face. 

“And don’t worry, Taehyung, I never thought you guys were stupid, I just thought you had lousy finances.” 

He seemed relieved by your statement and moved away all too quickly. 

“So how do you plan to fix those lousy finances?” He asked, hands drawn behind his back. 

“I think a fundraiser would be good.” You said, pushing the paper of notes you had written towards him. It held logistics, costs, and other expenses needed. Then it held what you believed would be the profit, the desired profit, and all the negatives that could happen. 

“Hm...It’s kind of risky, right?” He eyed the paper, barely glancing over your messy handwriting. You frowned and took the paper back, looking over it. 

“Actually, no. I think either way, we’ll get more than we put in and even if it’s a total flop and no one goes, then we lose a couple thousand dollars and get free wine. There’s still enough to go through the month.” You explained. “But, if you don’t want to do it, it’s okay.” 

“I want to.” He answered quickly, not even waiting for your sentence to be completed. “I mean, I’ll have to ask the others, but I think it’s a good idea.” 

“It’s my first day, Taehyung, you can tell me if you don’t like it.” You tilted your head and looked at him. His cheeks were slightly flushed and he avoided your gaze. 

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll talk it over with the other two.” He said, then he motioned with his hand towards the paper. “Can I have that to show them?” 

       You smiled a little and handed him the paper. He took it in his hands and held it lightly, like a baby bird. 

“Don’t lose it. I still need it for planning.” You called as he made his exit. 

“I won’t! You can count on me!” He shouted back over his shoulder. 

       You shook your head, but couldn’t hide the smile that grew on your face once he was gone. Taehyung intrigued you and you definitely felt...attracted to him, but it wasn’t either of you's place to act on those feelings. 

       Your eyes were hurting from staring at the screen for so long and your hand was numb from writing. You checked the time to see it was already 6:00 P.M. You grabbed your things, lingering a little longer. You could hear the shouts of customers and the laughter spewing from their drunken lips. The three boys had to stay late, but you were simply their financial advisor, you didn’t really need to stay past 6. You still lingered, taking your time grabbing your things and exiting. 

         In the dining area there were several parties of people, all seemingly having the time of their lives. Namjoon stood at once table, a small cart of wines next to him as he spoke to the group of people. They all listened intently as he poured their glasses. It seemed Namjoon had a way of making people listen to him. His words were commanding and it always felt like he knew more than he was letting on. 

         Jin was speaking to another group, but the table was having a much rowdier time. One woman stood and hooted with laughter at something he said. 

“Aish, it’s good that someone likes Jin’s jokes.” Taehyung said as you passed by the bar. You didn’t need to be anywhere and it would take a while for the taxi to arrive, so you sat yourself down at the bar. 

“Maybe he should marry her. There aren’t many people who can stand those jokes.” The man tsked and shook his head in shame as he poured a few patrons a glass. 

     You twisted in your seat to survey the crowd, your eyes landing on Jin’s table. 

“That woman is like, 60, Taehyung. Jin is, what, 10?” You rolled your eyes. 

“He’s 27, I’ll have you know.” He snorted. 

“Uh huh.” 

“It’s true!” 

“If he’s 27, then you must be at least 3.” You said playfully. 

“I’m a ripe 24.” He sniffed, screwing the cap back onto a bottle of wine. 

      You shifted in your seat, leaning to your left to look through the glass door. The yellow light of a taxi pulled up into the driveway. You hopped off the seat. 

“Alright then, I’m off.” You announced. 

“Right when I was beginning to enjoy your company.” His lips quirked into a smile. 

“What are you suggesting Mr. Kim?” You narrowed your eyes suspiciously. 

“Nothin’” He said innocently and quickly turned to wipe off some glasses. “Have a goodnight.” 

“You too!” You called back as you stepped through the door. 

         When the door closed, the night sky enveloped you in its cold grasp. The stars welcomed you home and the noise of the winery faded into nothingness. The quiet peace of the countryside held you close. You missed this. The taxi rolled down its window. 

“You coming, little miss?” The man’s gruff voice called. 

“Yup! One second!” You did a double check. 

     Keys, check, pen, check, notebook, check. You went down the list and made sure you hadn’t forgotten anything. Then you pulled open the door of the taxi and got in. 

“87 Solomon Lane.” You instructed, then you sagged in your seat, exhausted. 

         Rosa was a pretty woman. Light blonde hair and big blue eyes, a slim body, model ready. Picture Perfect. You just wished she wasn’t in every single one of your pictures. You had decided to save money and just take pictures for the website yourself. Since when did I become the media manager, the general manager, and the financial advisor? 

         It really wasn’t fair how attached you’d gotten to the winery. You had been alone for so long and the winery was beginning to feel like a second home, a family. Jin always started off the day with a bad pun, Namjoon would clumsily break something, and Taehyung would flash his boxy smile at you. Taehyung had been...odd. He was always around you, a hand reaching out to grasp your shoulder or brushing your hands when you handed him something. You chalked it up to him being a touchy person. 

        Then Rosa started to come by more frequently. Every time you tried to take a decent picture of the place, she would always pop into view with some excuse or another. With a sigh, the woman walked off for the fifth time and you officially gave up. You handed the camera over to Taehyung and left to seek shelter in the closet office. 

-

“We really need to have a talk with Rosa.” You said one day. You had been staying late and helping them clean, even though you had no idea which wine was which. 

“I don’t know, Y/N. She’s a close friend.” Namjoon scratched his neck. 

“A close friend who’s draining your money.” You fired back. Taehyung stopped what he was doing and went over to you, placing a hand on your shoulder. 

“You’re right, I think it’s time.” He sighed, his deep voice sending a shiver down your spine. Namjoon didn’t look as sure. Jin looked between you, Namjoon, and Taehyung. 

“You could say that Y/N is draining our money too.” Namjoon pointed out, a harsh gaze flickering over his face. While you felt hurt, you couldn’t show it. Before you could open your mouth, Taehyung gripped your shoulder tightly. 

“That’s enough, Namjoon. We all know Y/N is worth it.” He hissed. 

“I don’t know. Always telling us what to do. You don’t even know this business like we do.” Namjoon addressed you and your nostrils flared in anger. 

“Namjoon stop.” It was Jin who was speaking. Jin, who founded Kim’s Family Winery, Jin, who was going to see it to his end or its end. Jin, who was watching the winery fall apart. “We all know this place is dying and Y/N is here to help. She’s a part of the business now and I don’t recall ever agreeing to let Rosa have free reign over our money. Can’t you understand? The business is going under, Namjoon. It’s going under and unless we can pull off this damn fundraiser, Kim’s Family Winery is over.” 

        Namjoon softened, eyes gazing at the older male. Jin looked broken, his teeth gnawing at his lower lip. 

“I won’t let it be over.” You said, cutting through the silence like a knife. “I will help in any way I can.” You took a deep breath. “And if you can’t pay me now, pay me later. I really just want to help you.” 

         The leader looked even more ashamed, his face falling. He dipped his head and quickly excused himself, Jin following suit. Taehyung stayed and turned your body towards him. Your breath hitched at how close you were to the handsome man. He’s your coworker, stop. You placed your hands on his arms, ready to push him away, but you didn’t. 

“Did you mean it?” He gazed into your eyes. “Did you mean what you said?” 

       The corners of your lips twitched upwards. 

“Every single word.” 

         He leaned in and so did you. Your body wanted this, craved his lips against yours, but sadly, there was a loud achem. You tore yourself away so fast it felt like whiplash. He looked equally disconcerted and both your attentions snapped to the figure standing in the center of the room. Rosa. 

“Can I have a glass of wine? Taehyung, you know the one?” Rosa sat down nonchalantly. You quirked your head as Taehyung set to work without any questions. 

“What brings you around here, Rosa? You seem to be coming in a lot.” You said, striking up a conversation. The woman was certainly dressed to the nines, despite it being a family winery. Her neck held gems probably worth more than your life and her dress was definitely gucci. And yet she can’t seem to pay. 

“I’m just….dropping by.” her tone was low and sultry. “I just came back from flying all around Europe. Next I’m going to visit the Maldives.” She bragged. 

“That sounds lovely.” You commented, trying not to frown. Taehyung placed the glass down and she picked it up, downing it in one go to your surprise. The man beside you didn’t seem fazed. 

“You’re new around here, darling, and since you don’t have a uniform on I can only guess you’re doing a boring job. Maybe finance?” Rosa smirked at your expression. Right on target. 

“Yes, I am, actually. I’m Y/N, It’s a pleasure to meet the main reason this business is losing money.” You smiled sweetly. 

“The pleasure is all mine.” She chuckled darkly and shook your hand. Then she hopped off the stool. “I have a lot of places to be, so I must be going.” 

“Actually, you still need to pay.” You said firmly. Taehyung blanched, poking at your back to tell you to stop, but you kept pushing on. Rosa narrowed her eyes slightly, the smile never leaving her face. 

“I see...it does seem I’ve forgotten.” She slowly pulled out her wallet and took out the cash. She placed on the counter with a little more force than necessary and left quickly. 

      You and Taehyung stared at the wad of cash and then at each other. 

“I can’t believe you did that.” Taehyung gaped. 

“What? She’s all bark but no bite.” You shrugged and grabbed the money, counting it. Then you placed it in the register. “See, all you guys had to do was ask. What could possibly go wrong?” 

        Taehyung’s grim expression did not leave you with much confidence. 

     Apparently, a lot could go wrong. 

“What is this?” Namjoon slammed the newspaper onto the counter. Jin picked it up, reading it aloud. 

“Kim’s Family Winery finally going out of style?” He read out the headline. “The beloved Kim’s Family Winery has finally taken a turn for the worse with staff treating customers poorly and customers being overcharged for cheaply made wine.” 

“That’s outrageous!” Taehyung cried out. 

       The newspaper was thick. Rosa’s last name spelled across the top. You groaned and placed your head on the counter of the bar in defeat. No one told you she was the daughter of one of the biggest newspapers in Seoul. 

“What did you do?” Namjoon stared at you incredulously. 

“I...I just asked her to pay, is that so bad?” 

“I told you we’d deal with her! You didn’t need to do that!” He practically growled. 

“I’m sorry, I’ll make it up to you.” You said quietly. 

“Just get out.” Namjoon hissed. Your eyes widened. You looked frantically to Jin, but he averted his eyes. Taehyung looked at you, a sad look in his eyes. 

“Come on, Namjoon. It was the right thing to do…” He started. 

“I’ll deal with you later.” The older male furrowed his eyebrows at his younger. 

       Taehyung shut his mouth and you picked up your bag, walking right back out the door you came in. It was shameful and you were trying your best not to break out into a sob right then and there. 

        The taxi arrived swiftly and you croaked out your address before sobbing into your hands. The taxi driver was a kind looking woman who was looking worriedly at you. 

“Rough day?” She asked gently. 

“I may have just been fired.” You sniffled. “I don’t think I even did anything wrong.”

“Yeah, I know that feeling. Sometimes the best thing you can do is try to pick up and move on.” The driver smiled. 

      Her words made you sob harder. 

“I heard through the grapevine that there’s a big fundraiser for Kim's Family Winery.” The woman continued. “Maybe you can go and get some good wine and drown your sorrows, yeah?” 

“The fundraiser?” You suddenly shot up, swiping at your nose and eyes with your sleeves. “I can still make the fundraiser!” 

       You immediately began typing away at your phone, the signal growing as you got closer to the bustling city of Seoul. 

        You rolled up your sleeves, prepared to take a deep dive into your work. You suddenly felt a buzz in your pocket and you pulled out your phone, a frown forming on your face as you read the caller ID. Taehyung. With a sigh, you picked up. 

“Hello?”

“Y/N!!!”

You pulled the phone away from your ear as his voice blasted through the speaker. 

“Taehyung, what do you want?” You mumbled. You were ready to immerse yourself in work, but after you saw how happy he was when you gave him your full attention, you had decided to give him your undivided attention every time you spoke. 

“I’m sure you’re tired and stuff, but I wanted to let you know you’re not fired. You’re really important and we wouldn’t be able to do anything without you-”

“Kim Taehyung, who are you talking to?!” An angry Namjoon shouted in the background. 

“-And please don’t go, please please please, we all like you. Well, at least I like you- A lot! And- JOONIE GIVE IT BACK!” 

“Y/N, have a goodnight.” Namjoon’s stern voice broke through, a loud crash sounding in the background before the call hung up. 

            These boys were going to be the death of you. You set to work writing down all the logistics and finalizing the arrangements. You worked deep into the night, the sun starting to lighten the sky as you put down your pencil. You glanced at the time. 6:00 A.M. You had no time to sleep. With a groan, you went to have a shower and then change into a clean set of clothes. 

             Taehyung’s hyper call was still playing on repeat. At least I like you-a lot. The words bounced around your skull. He didn’t seem the type to just settle down and open a family business. His personality was too childish, too adventurous. You looked at the date. You had exactly one week before the fundraiser. One week to get everything back in order and take a hold of your own goddamn life. 

            It was easier said than done. 

          When you arrived at work, after being shaken awake by the taxi driver, you were surprised to see the three Kim brothers standing outside waiting. You quickly patted down your hair, raking your fingers through the strands and then patting your face to make you feel more alive. Was this a dream? 

“Ah, Y/N! We didn’t think you’d come!” Taehyung made his way towards you and before you knew it, you were being hugged to death by him. His embrace was warm, comforting, and safe. It didn’t feel out of place. He had always been a somewhat touchy person. 

“Why not?” You had never thought about not coming in. You weren’t officially fired and you had an obligation to the winery. You had promised to fix their mess and you were going to follow through on it. 

“Well, after everything that happened….” Taehyung scratched his neck awkwardly before moving on. “At least you’re here now!” 

“That I am.” You smiled softly and greeted Jin with a nod, but Namjoon tugged on your elbow as the other two walked in. 

“Hey I just wanted to...apologize. You were just trying to help and I’m sorry, I have no excuse for lashing out.” He bowed low. You gazed at him for a moment, but an apology wasn’t what you wanted, you wanted action. 

“Namjoon, stand up for god’s sake.” You said teasingly. “I’ve got all this stuff worked out for the fundraiser so I’d like to go over it with you.” You handed him the hefty file with all your carefully handwritten notes. 

“Wow! This is a lot! Did you even sleep last night?” He marched on inside to help set up, file tucked under his arm. 

“Not a wink.” You answered after he was long gone. You slapped your cheeks, trying to muster up your last crumbs of energy. 

-

“I am so hungry.” Taehyung whined, his stomach grumbling. He took your hand without thinking. “Let’s get out of here and get some lunch, Y/N!” 

       If he noticed your flustered speech or your reddening cheeks, he didn’t mention it. Instead, he just dragged you along behind him as he went around the back. 

“There’s this great restaurant not too far from here that makes a killer burger!” He beeped his car open and you tried to ignore the fact that it was a bright red Mustang probably worth hundreds of thousands of dollars. 

       You stepped into the car, trying not to track in any mud, and shut the door. 

“Hey, Taehyung.” You halted him mid speech but he didn’t seem to mind. 

“Yeah?”

“How did you get all this fancy stuff if your business is struggling so much?” 

        He thought it over for a moment and you could see his brain turning. Despite his happy go lucky nature, you understood that he was a keen observer. He watched people, studied them. Hell, he even knew your habits. Taehyung definitely had a deeper mind than people gave him credit for, especially his brothers. 

 “I mean, we inherited a lot from our father when he passed away. He made the original Kim’s Family Winery.” He smiled at the memory. “And it was really successful, made him millions, you know? But then he passed away and people didn’t have nearly as much faith in my brother and, well, things went downhill. At least we own the cars and the house already, but everything else will be a stretch if the business goes under.” 

“Perhaps you need to live a more frugal life, Taehyung.” You teased. “Join the rest of us simple people barely scraping by for food and shelter.” You said dramatically, although it was only a half lie. 

       A lot of people lived on the streets or in crappy apartments. A lot of people went days without food simply because they couldn’t afford it, which was preposterous. 

“Maybe.” He said, his voice distant. He gripped the steering wheel and you took the time to admire his hands. 

        His fingers were long and slender, hands calloused and tough. He had strong arms, muscle appearing faintly underneath his suit. His hair was combed back and long, a deep shade of brown. His side profile was stunning. He looked otherworldly, his nose a prominent shape, his lips wide and plump. He didn’t seem to notice your staring, or at least he didn’t mention it, because he pulled off to the left and parked the car. 

“Here we are!” Taehyung smiled and stepped out, moving to the other side to help you out as well. He took your hand and you gratefully used it to help you stand. 

“Taehyung.” You glanced around. 

         You were at a lookout. Blankets of soft green grass covered the rest stop. You could see fields for miles and miles, a sprawling canvas of green, beige, and blue. It was picturesque, yet better than any picture. 

“Taehyung, this isn’t a restaurant.” You said carefully, not wanting to give away your excitement. 

“I know, but I noticed how much you enjoyed the countryside and I thought I should take you to see one of my favorite spots.” He explained. Then he went to the trunk and pulled out a blanket and a wicker basket. “And I brought lunch.” He held up the items. 

        You moved forward without thinking, taking the blanket from him so he would have less to carry. 

“Don’t you think this is kind of romantic?” You asked, trying your best not to give him any hint to the fluttering of your heart or the way your breath hitched when he came near.

          You laid out the picnic blanket and set stones over the corners to keep it from blowing away. Taehyung turned away from you as he began to pull out the various sandwiches and drinks. 

“Only if you want it to be.” He said without a hint of sarcasm in his voice. You felt your cheeks heat up and you looked away self consciously.

“Maybe I do.” You said quietly, wanting to shrink in on yourself. He turned around and met your gaze. He had this look in his eyes, something akin to passion. 

“Maybe I do too.” He left it at that and plopped next to you, handing you a sandwich. You took it, voicing a small thank you, and turning to stare out at the view. It was quiet, the wind being your only source of noise. It was a nice sort of silence. It was comforting. 

“Taehyung, what is this?” You asked, turning to face him. 

“A picnic.” he answered vaguely. Then he turned to face you as well. “It could be something else if you wanted it to be.”

         He scooted closer to you and you leaned in as well until your thighs were touching each other. You sharply inhaled, breathing in his cologne, as he leaned in closer. His lips were dangerously close and he subconsciously ran his tongue over them. It drove you wild. 

“Taehyung, what are we?”

“I’ll be whatever you want me to be, because the truth is...I’ve fallen for you, Y/N.” he breathed. “You make my stomach drop and my heart flutter. I can’t think when I’m around you.” 

“Tae...I….” 

“Say it, anything, I’ll make it happen.” He murmured, his breath fanning across your cheek. You felt the tips of your ears go red. 

“What if I just want you?” 

“But you already have me, darling.” Then he leaned in and captured you in a deep kiss. 

          His tongue swiped across your bottom lip and you gladly let him in. He explored your mouth while your hands explored his chest, running up and down the planes of his body, trying to draw him in impossibly closer. He broke away, leaving you gasping for air. He smelled like wine and wood. 

“Wow.” You said breathlessly. 

“You are truly amazing.” He smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. 

“You flirt.” You laughed, shoving his chest a little in response. He laughed as well, wrapping his arms around your waist and nestling his chin in the crook of your neck. 

“Can we stay up here all day?” 

“Sadly not, Tae. We both have a lot of work to do.” You frowned, thought you wanted to stay there longer as well. 

      You wanted to stay in this fantasy, the dream, and if you left, would it have happened? Was this real? Was he actually holding you right now? Kissing your neck, caressing your cheeks? You prayed it was reality. 

 “Shit shit shit.” You hissed. You had been running from one end of the winery to the other, making sure everything was absolutely perfect for the fundraiser. 

“What’s wrong, darling?” Taehyung leaned against the counter. “How can I help?”

“Stand there and look pretty.” You snapped, then you sighed and relented. “As always, of course.”

“Awww I knew you couldn’t resist my charms, Y/N.” He smirked. 

“We both already knew that.” You let out a dry laugh. “Listen, these kegs are filled with actual wine. Use this, not the bottle stuff because those cost more. Just remember to close them after you use them because otherwise they could be knocked over and it would be a huge mess, got it?” 

“Aye aye.” He saluted playfully. 

“I’m serious!” You whined, checking the list. Everything was going good, everything was going just right. You had even factored in all the accidents that could happen regarding Rosa and they didn’t seem that bad in the end. 

       Donors from all across the city, the rich, the elite, the noble, had RSVPed yes. If all went well with the raffles and prizes, then you could earn well over the target amount. 

“Namjoon! Jin! Tae!” You called to them as the first of the cars started arriving. The sunset was gleaming through the windows, casting a golden hue over the entire event. You stood outside, next to Taehyung. Namjoon was in the middle and Jin to his left. 

“Welcome Ms. Lee.” Namjoon bowed. “Thank you for coming.” 

       Rinse and repeat. 

      You began to zone out about halfway through and only tuned back in once you heard the dreaded, “Welcome Mr. and Mrs. Chung.” 

      You gritted your teeth into a makeshift smile as you watched Rosa’s family enter the building. 

“Fashionably late, as always.” Taehyung murmured in your ear, drawing a small laugh from your lips. 

       The party may have been cheap, but you made it look stunning. Gold glitter and black and gold balloons filled the place. Artfully placed roses adorned tables and the seats were covered with black and gold paint as well. The room lit up during sunset, making every gleam as if they were swimming in pure golden light. 

         The speakers sang classical music, but the second it became night, it would turn into some tunes that people could dance to. You made your way around the party, introducing everyone to Kim’s Family Winery and talking a bit about yourself and your work. Then you would try and get them to donate more money. Some people looked at you with disdain but...it worked. 

         When the music turned to more pop and ‘today’s hits’, more people began grooving on the dance floor. Taehyung found you in the crowd, his mop of hair unmistakable to you. 

“Shall I have this dance?” He wiggled his eyebrows as Apple Bottom Jeans started playing. 

“Hell yeah! Let’s drop it on the floor.” You laughed. 

        Okay, maybe you were a little tipsy. It was just enough for you to feel a buzzing sensation and your mind felt a little numb. 

“You’re insane, but at least you're my kind of insane.” Taehyung chided, dragging you onto the dance floor where you began unceremoniously dancing. 

        He joined you, of course, but his moves were so crisp and clean that you felt yourself getting into a heated dance off with him. 

“Kim Taehyung! How the hell are you so good at this?!” You shouted over the music, trying to keep up with him.

“I guess it’s in my blood.” He shouted back, dropping on the ground and doing the worm, to the amusement and disgust of the guests around him. 

“You say I’m insane, but look at you!” You tugged on his suit, making him stand up once more. 

        He stood and held your arms to steady himself. Then he leaned down and placed a chaste kiss on your lips before pulling away. 

“Nuh uh, don’t think you’re getting away that easy mister.” 

        You wrapped your hand around his tie and pulled him back towards you, smashing your lips against his. Your grip loosened, instead moving to run your hands through his hair. His hands held firmly onto your waist and the world seemed to fade away. 

“Rosa no!” Jin screeched as a keg fell over. 

         The girl had been dancing on top of one and you guessed she must’ve tipped one over. The problem? It was open. Just my luck. You thought, pulling away to see a swift river of wine roll down the floor. You placed your hands on your hips, untangling yourself from Taehyung. 

“We’ll continue this later, but right now,” You glanced at the mess, the screaming guests, and the pale face Namjoon, before bursting out laughing. “I guess she was right! You guys are going to need $1,000 worth of cleaning fluid.” 

Just some people I wanted to tag :D (castle bangtan UNITE!): @moccahobi​ @kittaebrat​ @merakiiverse​ @hobicomeholla29​ @youarejesting​ @jjbeansies​ @aroseforyoongi​ 

[thewebcomicsreview]

It’s Homestuck’s birthday, which means another Homestuck 2 update.

Man, trying to have something exciting for Homestuck fans happen on 4/13 has been really slick marketing, because it gets everyone excited and you see an increase in fanart. I couldn’t tell you what, say, Penny Arcade or Gunnerkrigg Court’s anniversaries were, but every Homestuck fan knows the importance of 413 because it’s built into the story itself.

Anyway, here’s Janey, and here’s Jake wearing a shirt that you can either buy now or will be able to buy soon. Marketing.

JANE: Assassinations, open warfare, so-called "revolution," and where has everyone gone? JANE: They've ABANDONED me. They've taken our precious son. And now...

That’s not really true, Jane. Your friends haven’t abandoned you while people try to kill you! Your friends are also actively trying to kill you! 

It’s a decent joke, but how the hell are Steven King novels even a thing on this planet? Maybe Rose had some.

DIRK: I'm slurping this shit up like it's a piping hot bowl of udon. DIRK: Itadakimasu.

Homestuck 2′s Dirk is dramatically more of a filthy fucking weeb than Dirk was in the original Homestuck, and that’s a high fucking bar.

JANE: Two can play at the hostage game. That loathsome daughter of theirs should fit the bill nicely. JANE: Then those naughty rebels will cease this unruly tantrum, and do what they are told.

This is another instance of Homestuck 2 sanding down the whole “civil war” thing that I didn’t even think about until they called attention to it. Vrissy is not only a member of the rebellion, her adoptive parents are commanders who the God-Empress of Mankind personally hates, and she just kind of casually went to human high school with her only concern being the dead clown and apparently she is only now in any danger.

Oh, this is cool! A wide panel with two separate dialogs underneath! I had to admit I was kind of hoping for an anniversary [S], but I’m happy with a twist on the standard format. It looks nicer than the x2 updates from Homestuck 1, too.

VRISKA: 8ecause there's no way I'm saying Harry Anderson every time. That's like... 8 whole letters too long. VRISKA: From now on your name is just Harry. HARRY: o... k?

Hm. First Vriska Classic renames the new Vriska to Vrissy, and now Harry Anderson has been demoted to Harry. I sense a pattern, and suspect “Tavros Crocker” will not be called such much longer. 

Also, stealing people’s names like that seems very Thief of Light-y, but let’s not get into that just now, even if the last update hinted at a connection between Harry and Heart, which is all about identity. I’m doing this liveblog during my lunch break no time for classpect shit.

VRISKA: If I had to 8et, I'd say you're the thing that pup8ed after a 8ar8aric act of human sexual intercourse 8etween John and some Lalonde or other. HARRY: ok. HARRY: ew.

Hm. Vriska knows Harry’s last name is Egbert, but it’s interesting that she assumes his mom is a Lalonde and not one of the literal planet full of human women, but no one in Homestuck seems to care about the NPC humans so it’s a safe bet. Also I don’t like how hard we’re pushing the line that Harry came out of a person’s vagina and not some slime. I’m suspish.

VRISKA: There WERE no humans on Alternia, okay? There were no humans, and no human "musicals", in my entire UNIVERSE. HARRY: it sounds like a horrible place. ): VRISKA: Yeah, it 8lew so un8elieva8ly hard.

Heh.

But now he's not so sure. Ever since hearing that one of his dad's old friends had turned up, that border between past and present has felt fainter by the minute. And as they talk, he begins to think that Vriska seems so much... fresher. More real. An actual, authentic, bona fide god from another universe. Harry can’t imagine his dad even talking to someone like her, let alone punching her in the face.

One of those file-it-away-for-later moments, but Harry is able to sense that the canon Vriska is “more real” than his dad. 

HARRY: right now i'm in my mom's house with my girlfriend, her boyfriend, and another god damn version of my girlfriend, and all of us are probably now on the run from the fucking GOVERNMENT!!!!

Though he also seems to think Vriska Serket and Vrissy Maryam-Lalonde are alternate versions of each other, which is actually not true, both literally and personalityways.

Harry is not even able to mention the thing he was about to mention, because at this exact moment his phone starts ringing.

BECAUSE JELLICLES CAN AND JEEEEEEELLICLES DO JELLICLES DO AND JELLICLES CAN JELLICLES CAN AND JEEEEEELLICLES

HARRY: oh fuck.

I think Harry Egbert has the worst taste of anyone in his family and that’s a high fucking bar

VRISSY: It's Something about the W8y she Looks at him. VRISSY: The Rest of us too. VRISSY: Like we're not even Real. TAVROS: Yes,, this is good, VRISSY: Ever since she showed up, it's 8een o8vious that Nothing Here M8tters to her.

Another, much more obvious reference to the realness attribute of Candyland. 

VRISSY: I'm not worried a8out Harry Fucking 8nderson right now! VRISSY: Hell, I'm so Unconcerned that I think I'm going to start just calling him Harry from now on! It'll Save Everyone a lot of Valua8le Time! VRISSY: Listen Tavros, Vriska will get 8ored of Harry in a Heart8eat! VRISSY: That's the whole point!!!!!!!! VRISSY: She shouldn't 8e w8sting her Time on someone like Him! VRISSY: SHE SHOULD BE T8LKING T8 ME!!!!!!!!

That both Vriskas decide separately to demote Harry Anderson to Harry is a funny gag. Also, between this and the start of the conversation where Vrissy was obsessed with how she appeared on social media, someone needs to be the most important person in the room at all times, which is a trait both Vriska’s have in common with each other, and also in a way with Aranea, so there’s perhaps a classpect aspect to this but we don’t have time for that! 

JOHN: HELLO SON! JOHN: I AM JOHN: SO JOHN: VERY JOHN: PROUD OF YOU!!!!!!!!

There it is

JOHN: heh. two vriskas is NOTHING. JOHN: when i was your age i lost count of all the vriskas i had to keep track of. JOHN: it was probably some preposterous number.

I’m pretty sure John never encountered any alternative-timeline Vriskas in Homestuck.

Hey, it’s Rose and Kanaya!

Individually, they each represent immeasurable gains for the rebel faction. The rebellion's stratagems have never had a fiercer bite; their uniforms have never looked so fucking sharp.  But it is together, united, that their true strength is made apparent. Their bond, a union of love between troll and human, is not only a foundation for the rebel cause, but an integral symbol of its purpose.    

D’aw

ROSE: I don't understand what's going on any more than you do, and I'm sorry. ROSE: I'm sorry!

Rose panicking like this feels....weird?

I like the detail of Jade’s pawprint gloves. Also, she seems to have gained a headband as Rose lost hers. Only one hair accessory allowed in this comic, this ain’t no fucking Touhou.

JADE: THEYVE TAKEN YIFFY!!!!!!! D:

Oh thank Christ, no one knows what the fuck Jade is talking about. For a minute there I thought we were about to learn Jade and Dave had a daughter named Yiffy and I was about to walk into the sea. 

[hachichimitsu2]

A Comprehensive List of Stan and Kyle Moments (I UPD8 AS I GO)

A Comprehensive List of Stan and Kyle Moments (I UPD8 AS I GO)

Hello. Yes, you heard me. Here are all the scenes that legit scream out “STYLE” in South Park, whether these scenes are too far of a reach or not. I mostly compiled this out of my very own convenience, and hopefully this’ll help you a whole lot too. This is extremely text heavy, so I’ll put this under “Read More”. I haven’t played any of the games, so I won’t be including it here at this time, so if you guys know any good moments from the games, please let me know and I’ll add it to the list.

Cherokee Hair Tampons:

- The entire goshdarn episode.

- Stan being concerned and distraught over a dying Kyle breaks my heart. He was even bawling next to Kenny.

- Stan willing to donate his kidney to Kyle, even if it’d hurt a lot.

- Stan knowing that Kyle ate a bean and bacon soup half an hour ago shows that he’s been by Kyle’s side for quite some time now.

- Stan holding onto Kyle while they were at Cartman’s house.

- “Dude, you’re my best friend. I don’t want you to die before I do...”

Super Best Friends:

- Yeah, um, this episode...is gay.

- Stan and Kyle entering the episode with ice cream cones while Butters and Cartman wondering where they got them from. It’s assumed Stan and Kyle were hanging out with each other off-screen.

- I think Kyle being convinced that he’s not “really happy” through brainwashing is parallel to Stan being convinced that he’s “depressed” by the Church of Scientology.

- Stan trying to help Kyle escape with him, not even mentioning this plan to Kenny, Cartman or even Butters.

- Stan and Kyle looking at each other with longing looks while dramatic music plays in the background. Ah yes. I am...not even joking...this legit happened.

- How to Find Your Boyfriend 101: “OH MY GOD! THEY KILLED KENNY!!” “Y-you bastards...”

- Stan pleading Kyle not to kill himself and to hold his breath while being there for him.

- The ending where they call each other Super Best Friends and both proceed to beat up Cartman when he teased that they should make out.

Cartmanland:

- Stan comforting a distraught Kyle.

- @belovedhomosexuals mentioned that canonically, Stan helps Kyle with his hemorrhoid cream, and IM-

- Stan doing everything he can to get back at Cartman for Kyle’s sake.

- Stan demanding the doctor to wheel Kyle out to see Cartman in misery.

Asspen:

- “YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW HEATHER!!” >:(

- Kyle not wanting Stan to do the K-13. He doesn’t want him to die.

- Kyle holds a polaroid photo of the both of them. How cute. Does he bring it with him wherever he goes?

The Biggest Douche In The Universe:

- Stan not wanting to go back to Colorado without Kyle and does all he can to convince him that John Edward is a fraud.

Follow That Egg:

- They are dads.

- They take care of their egg really well.

- “As a matter of fact, it is the nicest hat I’ve ever known”

- They’re the reasons gays could get married.

- Stan getting jealous of Kyle being paired up with Wendy. It does seem like a reach I have to admit, but if you’re a Stylendy fan, then this one’s for you.

Return of Chef

- The iconic beginning “flashback” where they both look at the sunset together.

Smug Alert:

- Stan and Kyle meeting in the parking lot in the beginning when Kyle was helping his dad give fake tickets.

- Kyle being moved away from South Park has Stan write a song to get Kyle and his family to come back.

- The cute hug in the end.

Fantastic Easter Special

- Stan, out of breath, asks Kyle for help in protecting Snowball

- Kyle helping him out anyways even though he was busy with fingerprinting.

- Cinematic parallels of Kyle killing Jesus and Stan killing that alien in Pinewood Derby.

Imaginationland Trilogy

- Kyle calling Stan in the morning regarding the “dream.”

- Stan and Kyle, unsure of the notes, both trying to recall the Imagination song. It was cute.

- Stan being distraught when ManBearPig got a hold on Kyle. (I swear, I’ve used the word “distraught” for over 1948388 times now)

- Kyle communicating through Stan telepathically with his Imagination.

Guiltar Queer O

- The whole episode.

- “I know...I need you.”

- The whole episode was literally as if they went through a break up.

- They’re both in sync when playing, right up to their tongues up.

- “Oh, so the gallant knight now comes to rescue me from the bowels of mediocrity! Oh, thank you, your royal lordship!” (Foreshadowing for SOT?)

- Stan thinking of Kyle as he’s “driving”.

The List:

- Stan doing all he can to prove that Kyle is a handsome mf. Another episode that screams Stylendy rights.

You Got F’d in the A:

- Kyle being so happy to see Stan dancing back to the Orange County kids.

- It’s canon that Stan can dance well while Kyle doesn’t have rhythm whatsoever. Wouldn’t it be a cute idea for Stan to teach Kyle how to dance?

You Have 0 Friends

- Kyle pleading Stan to water his crops.

- A short detail but if you noticed when Kyle announced that they made an FB account for Stan, he only added himself as Stan’s friend. This means that Kyle legit “friended” himself in Stan’s profile and didn’t bother to add Kenny or Cartman to Stan’s friend list.

- “Yes. WE’RE REALLY GREAT FRIENDS STAN!!” :D

You’re Getting Old:

- Oof. Yeah....

- Stan obviously loves Kyle a whole lot, but him seeing Kyle slowly turn into a turd probably did break his heart little by little. And when I mean by probably, I mean massively.

- Kyle shouldn’t exactly be demonized for not being able to handle Stan’s cynicism. Because I think it’s ok to admit you can’t handle such emotional drainage even if coming from your SBF, but do mind that him leaving Stan was most likely NOT easy for him. It’s kinda sad that they’ve slowly drifted away since then. BUT NO I REFUSE TO LET THAT HAPPEN ;-;

Assburgers:

- “Fuck you Kyle! You’re a piece of shit...Kyle, I love you. You’re a piece if shit though, fuck you...! I love you...”

- Stan immediately going back to Kyle when he’s feeling “better”

- That McDonalds Exec. literally narrating Stan and Kyle’s current rocky relationship and not believing every second of if.

A Nightmare on Facetime:

- “WILL SOMEONE GET ME A CHARGER OVER HERE!!’

- Kyle bringing and guiding Stan through the iPad.

Ginger Cow:

- Jokes aside, when Stan was asking Kyle about Cartman’s farts, he was really sweet and understanding to him. He genuinely wants to understand why Kyle likes Cartman’s farts so much and knew something was up by the way Kyle was hiding things.

- I also like how he was not afraid to call Kyle a dick. I think a good level of transparency is needed in a healthy relationship. That’s just how they roll.

- Stan helping Kyle cover up in the end....though it did backfire.

Black Friday Trilogy:

- “DID KYLE KNOW ABOUT THIS?!” “Kyle thought of it.” ;-;

- Stan being grounded and Kyle apologizing at the other side of the door was peak gay angst level.

- “That’s just how Xbox people are...” D:

- Ok now for something sweet. In the deleted scene, Stan was showing Kyle how the playstation controller works and...wow.......what cute babies.

Prehistoric Ice Man:

- “Oh my god! They killed Kenny!!” *looks at Kyle* “What? I’m not talking to you anymore.”

- Them fighting and arguing was so adorable. Their voices were so squeaky and cute in this episode.

- “First one to die loses.” SOGKEKGKRI WHAT MORONS

- Stan and Kyle kind of awkwardly trying to start the fight reminds me of Tweek vs Craig.

Mexican Joker:

- Stan angrily sending Cartman to the detention center after hearing about him sending Kyle there.

Band in China:

- “kyyyyyyYYYYYLEEEE :D DUDE YOU’RE BACK!!”

- Stan making a death metal band because a.) He hates living in the farm and b.) He misses Kyle so hard.

Britney’s New Look:

- Another Stan and Kyle episode where they both realized how so far in the wrong they’re in, and they desperately want to fix it.

- Stan and Kyle giving up in the end and joining in the chant.

The Death of Eric Cartman:

- Stan offering Kyle money so he could buy milk for lunch.

Two Guys Naked In A Hot Tub:

- “You can't just hang out with your buddy Kyle all the time. People will think you guys are, you know, funny.”

- When Kyle walks over in the end, Stan proceeds to complain to him how he had the worst night and they both go to Kyle’s house to hang.

The China Probrem

- In the beginning, Stan telling Kyle to refute Cartman’s racist sayings and got overly concerned when Kyle said he couldn’t do this anymore.

- Stan going in Kyle’s room to talk about moving on from what they’ve witnessed.

- Stan holding Kyle’s hand to run away in Kyle’s dream. Kyle waking up and crying when Stan wasn’t around to comfort him.

- Stan and Kyle crying in each other’s arms and telling each other “I love you”.

- Small detail but when they were leaving the attorney’s office and the attorney and the kids were crying altogether, Stan put a hand on Kyle to comfort him as they were crying.

The Mystery of the Urinal Deuce:

- Stan appearing in Kyle’s living room suddenly.

- “Well dude, maybe we're just super badass. Have you thought of that?” Yeah I know Stan was trying to cover up what he just did by saying that but still.

Cartman Gets An Anal Probe:

- Stan helping Kyle save Ike.

- “Hahaha you farted.” WHAT GROSS DORKS

- Kyle telling a speech to the aliens and Stan remarking how beautiful it was.

A Very Crappy Christmas:

- Kyle calling Stan in the middle of the night to get the guys, and Stan answering all sleepily is so adorable.

- Stan and Kyle voice acting together.

- Stan and Kyle doing the stopmotion animation together.

- Stan and Kyle laughing when they had Stan voice act Cartman to say the “ham” line.

Fun With Veal:

- Kyle taking care of a sickly Stan despite being a bit of a germaphobe.

The Snuke:

- Stan coming over to a sick Kyle’s house immediately after school has been suspended.

Crack Baby Athletic Association:

- Stan not being afraid to call out on Kyle.

- Kyle snuck into Stan’s room and Stan was listening to him unfazed.

Quintuplets 2000:

- Them trying to do gymnastics.

Pee:

- Kyle getting disgusted after hearing Stan talk about how it’s normal for people to pee in pools and in the shower.

Butterballs:

- Kyle calling Stan out in the bathroom, and they have this long ass stare. Kyle knowing that Stan will be jackin it in San Diego.

Bike Parade:

- Stan making Kyle laugh.

Proper Condom Use

- Stan and Kyle playing with a Jennifer Lopez doll and roleplaying.

- “SCREAM FOR ME BITCH!” “AHHHHHHHHH”

- Stan and Kyle in the same car with their cute big heads protruding.

World War Zimmerman:

- Stan and Kyle playing football.

The Scoots:

- Once again, Stan and Kyle playing football.

City on the Edge of Forever:

- Stan saving Kyle in his dream.

- Stan and Kyle sitting a bit closer to each other than usual in Stan’s dream.

Grounded Vindaloop:

- The tetherball date.

- Stan and Kyle saying “fuck you” to Kenny.

Clubhouses:

- Stan reading Bebe’s note, and Kyle being unfazed about it later in the episode. It was never defined whether he was informed the note came from Bebe.

#REHASH:

- Stan and Kyle being called grandpas by the little kids.

Tegridy Farms:

- When one of Ike’s classmates blew smoke in front of Kyle, Stan got extremely defensive about it.

Raising the Bar:

- Stan informing Kyle that it isn’t cool to continue on with “Fatty Doo Doo”.

- Stan checking up on Kyle as he’s sitting alone and listening to him lament about how the bar has sunk so low because of people.

Go Fund Yourself:

- *looking at Kyle’s ass* Boy this is the life huh.

Truth and Advertising:

- Stan and Kyle fist fighting for real, and Tweek and Craig looking at them concerned since they rarely ever fight like this.

Conjoined Fetus Lady:

- Stan preparing to catch Kyle if ever he fails to catch the dodgeball.

Stanley’s Cup:

- THEIR YOUNGER SELVES PLAYING HOCKEY!

ManBearPig:

- Stan’s head on Kyle’s lap. It’s so beautifully rendered.

Board Girls:

- “Wow, you are really into board games.”

A Scause for Applause:

- Kyle confronts Stan about cutting the bracelet by saying Heidi Turner saw him with super glue.

The Death Camp of Tolerance:

- “KYLE! KYLE! YOU HAVE TO KEEP MAKING YOUR MACARONI PICTURES!!”

South Park Bigger, Longer and Uncut:

- Stan getting jealous that even Kyle is amazed at Gregory.

Cartman Join NAMBLA:

- Stan and Kyle putting their face against the glass.

Mr. Hankey’s Christmas Classics:

- Stan and Kyle making fun of Shelly behind her back.

Raisins:

- Kyle coming to visit Stan with the gang after the whole breakup.

- Kyle wanting Stan to be happy again by bringing him to Raisins.

- Kyle being annoyed over Stan being distraught over Wendy. Jealous?

Mr. Jefferson:

- When Stan hears a knock on his window, he assumes it’s Kyle.

- Stan and Kyle being good caretakers of Blanket.

- Stan and Kyle sleeping with Blanket.

[thecatladyknits]

a bunch of random updates

- we got another cat. she’s about 12 sweet most of the time, meows and purrs a lot... but she is also a little bitey. sometimes she’ll be good for like 10 minutes of petting and other times she’ll bite after 30 seconds. it’s not hard or breaks the skin. sometimes she seems in like she’s really done and other times she’ll come back like 30 seconds later, still purring and wanting to be pet more. this honestly really upsets me and hurts my feelings?? it’s silly, i know. she does it to D too so it’s not like she’s singling me out. i just want all cats to love me and snuggle on my lap and face and be the gentlest. our 15 y/o cat doesn’t seem to like her, at least not yet. we still have them separated and are following the directions from the humane society to gradually introduce them. she has always been a chill cat and doesn’t yell at squirrels or birds. i know there is an adjustment period, i went in knowing that. but i have never heard her hiss in the almost 13 years i have had her. it is incredibly upsetting to me to hear her hiss at the new cat. she hasn’t done it every time, like we crack the door and give them treats so they can see and smell and have a positive association. sometimes she’s okay; sometimes she hisses and seems upset. it scares the fucking shit out of me to think, what if this new cat stresses her... to death?? i’m probably being dramatic. i’m so scared of losing her ESPECIALLY since we lost our other cat in july. :(

- i have the goddamn rash/breakout thing that happened last time i had BV and took fucking antibiotics again and i told the nurse i was concerned about it happening and i was fucking right. i’m not going all into it again but needless to say it’s fucking humiliating and i hate it

- i’ve been incredibly displeased with the copper IUD i’ve had for the past 4(?) years and given there is research stating it can contribute to BV, i am fucking done. i got it taken out today and have (outpatient) surgery to get my tubes removed next week. i never wanted kids anyway. sidebar: with a tubal ligation, you still have a small chance of getting pregnant (the tubes can like regrow and reconnect? weird). it is very small chance, equivalent to the risks of an IUD. but with a tubal removal, the chance of things regrowing and ectopic pregnancy is effectively impossible bc there are no more tubes. nice.

- i guess i started my own side business?? i’m still at my same FT job but now i registered an LLC, opened a business bank account and created accounts on ebay, poshmark and etsy. i have been preparing for like 6 weeks at this point i guess? probably longer than necessary but i finally just posted my first things for sale on poshmark this morning. we’ll see what happens... i hate how nervous it makes me. like i have nothing to lose. this is just supposed to be a trial to see if i can make a little money on the side. even though i might want to do something different full time eventually, i don’t expect this to turn into that. so why so goddamn nervous? 

[vincent-frankenstein]

To My Heart and Soul

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Warnings: major character death, villain/abusive deceit, blood, fighting, panic attacks, creepy imagery

Pairings: logince, hints of moxiety, a tiny smidge of remile and past abusive anxceit

Logan barely had time to react before Toby slammed his foot into the ground, sending out a wave of magic that shoved Logan right out of the dragon’s grasp. He slammed into one of the dragon’s piles and slid to the floor in a cascade of junk, black spots dancing before his eyes as he struggled to get a hold on his breath.

Nothing could have prepared him for the sheer terror the dragon evoked. She was massive, her long body coiled around and around to fit inside the building. Her head alone was the side of a small truck. Jagged, razor-sharp teeth jutted out from her jaw, and smoke billowed from her tapered snout, sparks flying through the air. Logan shook from head to toe, terror reaching up his throat to choke away all logic. He couldn’t breathe.

Patton and Toby moved in unison, firing off brightly-colored spells that collided with the dragon’s scaly hide with a noise like a train crash. She roared and let loose a volley of flames, which Toby just barely blocked with a flickering orange shield.

Logan balled his hands into fists and squeezed hard enough to draw blood, until the pain drove away his terror, until he’d regained some semblance of logical thought. There had to be something he could do to help. He wasn’t quite ready to reveal his connection to Roman just yet, too wary of what the dragon’s reaction could be — but that didn’t mean he had to be completely useless. He sucked in a deep, shaking breath, glancing around the room.

There! When Toby blasted him backwards, the weapon fell from his hands and landed embedded in a pile off to his right. He watched the battle for a moment — Patton pushed his hands through the air and a bright blue whip lashed around the dragon’s hind legs — and then he set off, inching along the edge of the pile, his hands tightening around his shield generator. If he could just reach the weapon, he could get it out of there. He could ensure their mission was complete.

The dragon’s tail swiped through the air above his head, sending the top of one pile flying. It clattered to the ground with a horrible noise, breaking Toby’s concentration. Logan froze, pressing himself back against the pile, but when he was sure he hadn’t been seen he continued.

The hilt of the weapon glowed in the firelight, and it seemed to grow brighter as he approached, as if it knew he was coming. He darted from the edge of one pile to the edge of another, inching around the perimeter until the weapon was close enough to touch. Hand shaking, he reached out and yanked it from the pile — and in doing so dislodged something very big and very heavy higher up in the pile, which came crashing down at his feet with a deafening clatter.

The dragon froze mid-fire breath, whipping her long neck around to stare right at Logan. He froze solid, his limbs locking with panic, his hands twisting around the hilt of the weapon — and his mind blanked beyond holy shit, holy shit, so this is how I die —

“Logan!” Patton darted forward, yanking the shield generator from Logan’s hands and slamming it into the ground just before the dragon’s massive claw came down on them. “What are you doing?”

He tried to answer, really, but all he could produce was a terrified squeak. Patton opened his mouth, glancing over his shoulder at Logan — and the dragon used his distraction and swiped through his shield with ease, knocking him into Toby and sending them both flying. They slammed into a wall and slumped to the floor in an unconscious heap.

And oh, wasn’t that just perfect. Logan stumbled backwards, mind racing — Patton and Toby weren’t moving, and the dragon was peering at him like a particularly nasty insect, and he had to get them out of there, somehow, but he couldn’t even breathe, let alone think — and the dragon lowered her massive head, until she was so close that Logan could feel her blisteringly hot breath. Sparks brushed against his skin.

“How did you even get in here?” she wondered, her long, snake-like tail wrapping around his middle and squeezing. Red-hot pain cracked through his ribcage as she lifted him off his feet, and he choked, darkness tugging at the corners of his vision. The end of her tail looped around the sword and tore it from his hands, and a cry tore itself from his throat. “Now, come on. That’s not yours, and you know it.”

The weapon’s warmth disappeared in a split second and the pain nearly doubled, flooding every inch of his body in a wave of agony. Black spots danced before his vision and he heaved for air, his lungs protesting every breath. He had to get the weapon back; he didn’t come this far just to die.

“Roman —” He gasped as the dragon’s tail tightened, choking on his own voice. She searched his face, eyes narrowing.

“What did you say?”

He winced, pain wracking his chest when he cleared his throat. “R-Roman,” he managed, his voice shaking and hoarse. “I know Roman.”

All at once, her grip loosened, and air flooded his lungs as he crashed to the floor. He doubled over, jagged agony shooting through every limb, colors popping behind his eyelids as he squeezed his eyes shut. He grit his teeth, a low whine building in the back of his throat. “F-Fuck,” he muttered, hands curling into shaking fists against the floor.

“How do you know him?” the dragon asked, and he could just barely hear her through the blood rushing in his ears. Was there anger, beneath her shock and confusion? He couldn’t tell. Logan breathed as well as he could through his broken ribs and raised his head to face the dragon.

“He was my h-husband,” he said, and the dragon’s eyes widened, a string of hissed curse words flying from her lips. She set the weapon gently on the ground and leaned in close, disbelief and concern warring in her emerald eyes.

“Holy shit,” she whispered. “I — why didn’t you just say that?”

The pride at being right about the dragon knowing Roman was far overshadowed by the pain lacing through the growing numbness in his chest. He groaned, gasping for breath, and the dragon swore again. She gently lifted his head with the end of her tail, peering at him with narrowed eyes.

“Tell me again,” she said. “Tell me I can trust you.”

“He was my husband,” Logan said again, meeting her gaze with all the strength he could muster. “I loved him.”

She searched his face. “Logan,” she whispered. “You’re Logan.”

Had Roman told everyone in this world about him? He nodded weakly, falling against the dragon’s tail as pain spiked through his lungs. “Okay,” the dragon said, glancing around the room. “Um. Okay, okay, I — shit, you’re really messed up.”

“No shit,” Logan said, but it came out as a weak, wheezy groan. The dragon winced, her gaze falling on Patton and Toby.

“In my defense,” she said, “I thought you were just thieves. How was I supposed to know you’re my dad’s husband? I — I can’t heal you, do either of these humans know any healing spells?”

“Y-Yes,” Logan sad, and somehow he managed to lift his hand to point at Patton. A moment passed, then another — he blinked once, twice, the dragon’s words catching up to him — and then he froze. Her dad? “Wh — wait — how?” he spluttered, but the dragon had already curled up near Patton and Toby, poking at them with one claw.

Moving carefully, she pulled Patton off of Toby and propped them both up against the wall. She blew a burst of hot air against Patton’s face, and his eyes snapped open, a million emotions crossing his face all at once before he settled on fear. He jumped to his feet and blue sparks burst to life in his palms, spreading out into a long shield.

“S-Stay back!” he cried, as the dragon stood and glanced at Logan. Patton followed her gaze, and a cry of fright tore from his lips. “Logan? O-Oh no, are you okay? I’m coming kiddo, don’t worry!”

“Patton,” Logan yelled, “it’s alright! The dragon and I have reached an — an understanding!”

“I’m not going to hurt you,” the dragon said, with every ounce of comfort a giant, hulking beast with rows of razor-sharp teeth could muster. “I mean — not anymore.”

Patton glanced between the two of them, eyebrows furrowing. He took in Logan’s injuries, concern lining his face, and craned his neck to look at the dragon as confusion joined the mix. His shield flickered away after a long, tense moment, and he set his hands on his hips. “Well, I’m very confused!” he said with a nervous laugh.

“We can explain l-later,” Logan said. He tried to stand and agony jolted through his torso, sending him crashing back to the floor with a cry of pain. “P-Please heal me.”

Patton was at his side in an instant, blue-coated hands pressing firmly against his chest. Warmth flooded through the numbness and drove back the pain and he made a small noise of relief, eyes slipping shut.

“I’ll, uh. Wake up this human.” The dragon moved to turn, and Patton cried out to stop her, his magic flaring painfully through Logan.

“A-Ah, let me do that!’ he said, wincing apologetically at Logan. “He might try to attack you before he understands what’s going on.” He lifted his hands and shook away the excess magic, and then sat back, raising an eyebrow. “What… what is going on, bye the way?”

Logan stretched, breathing deeply with relief. “The Dragon’s Eye was engraved with a… a message that Roman gave me, years ago. I assumed that that meant that he had interacted with the dragon at some point, and I was right. Once I told her who I was, she stopped attacking.”

Patton pulled Toby into his lap, whispering words that made the bruises littered across his skin fade away. “How do you know Roman?” he asked the dragon, his voice as kind as ever. Logan blinked, something hot and uncomfortable seeping into his chest. The fact that Patton already trusted Logan enough to trust a dragon…

The lies he’d been telling settled deep in his gut and burned.

“He’s my father,” the dragon said, and Logan choked, because somehow he’d forgotten about that little detail. The dragon laughed, settling her head on her folded claws like a cat. “Not biologically, of course. My parents were killed before I even hatched. If he hadn’t found me and taken care of me… I would have died. He’s the closest thing to a dad I’ve got.”

Patton cooed softly, hugging Toby to his chest. Logan could practically sense the oncoming tears. “That’s so sweet,” he said, choked-up. “That sorta makes you my niece, huh? And Logan’s like your step-father!”

Logan blinked. Logically, that made sense. He had married Roman; therefore, the dragon was his step-daughter. Somehow, though, he hadn’t made that connection until Patton said it aloud. A step-daughter. He had a daughter.

He took a moment to recover, and cleared his throat. “Y-Yes. I suppose I am,” he said, as evenly as he could manage. He’d gone from being utterly alone to having a brother-in-law and a daughter — and as the shock faded, he realized that he didn’t mind in the slightest. He tried for a smile. “Do you have a name?”

“Seraphina,” the dragon said. “My friends call me Sera, or at least they would if I had any friends.”

Patton made a high-pitched noise of sympathy, and Logan raised an eyebrow. Was that a sincere statement, or a Hercules reference? The latter was extremely likely, considering she had been raised by Roman. “Right, Sera,” he began. “We need some —”

“Holy shit —”

And Toby was awake. He leaped from Patton’s lap with a cry of shock, orange magic flaring around his hands. “Get back, you two!” he yelled, swaying unsteadily. Logan jumped between him and Seraphina on instinct, throwing his arms wide, and Patton grabbed Toby’s arm and yanked him back down with a loud cry of fright. Toby staggered to the floor, his magic fizzing and sparking, confusion and anger flaring on his face.

“It’s okay!” Patton yelled, a bit louder than he had to. “It’s okay, she’s a good dragon!”

“What?” Toby fought to yank his arm from Patton’s grip, but Patton was far stronger than anyone gave him credit. There was no escape.

“She’s on our side,” Logan insisted, as Seraphina nodded vigorously, curling in on herself to appear smaller. “She knows Roman!”

“What?” Toby looked between the three of them, face lined with shock.

“She’s Logan’s daughter!” Patton finished, and Toby went stock-still.

“What.”

His magic flickered out, and Logan sagged with relief, shooting a glance at Seraphina over his shoulder. “I believe we have some explaining to do,” he said, sitting back down with a heavy sigh.

“Damn straight,” Toby growled.

“Damn gay,” Patton said, in a voice so similar to Roman’s that Logan’s heart skipped a beat.

So Logan told the story a second time, with Patton interjecting puns every now and again, to his great chagrin. Seraphina kept her commentary to herself, watching Toby warily, her long, leathery wings shifting uncomfortably, as though she expected him to attack. Toby, to his credit, didn’t react badly. He stared at Sera for a long moment, on eyebrow raised, and then his gaze slid to Logan.

“I can see the family resemblance,” he said dryly.

“Shut up,” Logan said. Seraphina relaxed, resting her head on the floor beside Logan. She shot him a sideways glance when Toby snickered, and Logan raised an eyebrow back, rolling his eyes.

“Now that that’s out of the way,” Logan began. “I have some questions, Sera.”

“Ask away, padre,” Sera said with a laugh. The corners of Logan’s mouth twitched. She was definitely Roman’s daughter.

“How did you get Roman’s weapon?” Logan asked. “Did he give it to you? Did he instruct you to take it? When did you get it?”

“He brought it to me,” Sera said. “About… nine months and two days ago. He only told me to protect it, and then he disappeared. He seemed… shaken. Scared.” She frowned, worry swirling in her deep emerald eyes. “I haven’t seen him since.”

Nine months and two days ago — in other words, two months after Roman “died.” If they needed any more confirmation, this was it. Patton shot Logan a wide-eyed look, barely contained hope lighting up his face.

“So Princey didn’t die,” Toby said, leaning back against one of Sera’s hoards. His eyebrows furrowed. “You’re sure it was him?”

Seraphina squeaked. “He — he died?” she exclaimed, head rearing up.

“I just said he didn’t, genius.”

Logan glared at Toby. “Obviously, he didn’t,” he said, deep in thought. “Both Anxiety and Dorian suggested that he is alive, and now we know that he didn’t die the night we thought he did. He faked his own death. Or someone else faked it for him, but considering he was able to bring the weapon to Seraphina months after the fact, that seems unlikely.”

“But why would he fake his own death? And how?” Patton asked, nose wrinkled in thought. “There was a body, and the only way he could have faked that is with —”

“With a duplication spell,” Toby cut in, tapping against his knee as he thought.

“But you said he gave up his magic to be with me,” Logan said. “How would he have cast a spell?”

“There’s more than one kind of magic,” Toby said. “Inherent magic is magic that you’re born with. It can only be used by people born here, and you’d need a near-constant supply of magic to live if you have it. That’s why we can’t spend too long in your world. That’s what Roman gave up.”

“But magic can be stored, too,” Patton continued. “Like — like your shield generator! We can push magic into objects and give them purposes, and then they can be used by anyone, anywhere, even a mortal in the mortal realm. But…”

Toby sat back, eyebrows furrowed. “But I’ve never heard of someone creating a stored duplication spell,” he said, crossing and uncrossing his arms like he didn’t know what to do with them. “I mean, duplicating a body, making it convincing enough that mortal doctors would consider it real? Even with inherent magic, that would be fucking impossible.”

“Dad loved to do the impossible,” Seraphina said. “I mean, just look at this thing.” She angled her head at the weapon, lying on the floor beside her.

“Speaking of that,” Logan said, “what is it? How does it work?”

Seraphina snorted. “Hell if I know, Dad never told me. But can’t you feel it? Whatever it is, it’s powerful. There’s a shitload of magic in there. Even I can’t produce magic that strong.”

Logan reached forward and drew the weapon into his lap, running a finger along the runes. Every person he’d met in the magical realm had a different buzz to them, a unique energy, but they’d all run together until the lines had blurred and he couldn’t tell what belonged to who. Roman’s weapon was defined in a way that nothing else had been; as sharp and as certain as Roman himself. If he could determine the difference, so unused to magic as he was, he couldn’t imagine how it was for experienced mages like Patton and Toby.

He slid his thumb over the small hole in the center of the hilt. There was an identical hole on the other side, forming an almost-tunnel. They didn’t seem to serve any purpose.

“Being obnoxiously talented was Princey’s thing,” Toby remarked with a shrug, and Logan snorted.

“Hey! Shush.” Patton whacked him in mock-offense, giggles tumbling from his mouth. He sobered quickly, though, and his brows knit together. “Why would he do it, though? Why didn’t he just ask for help?”

“Roman wasn’t often one to admit when he needed help,” Logan said. “Something made him believe that the only option was to fake his own death, and whatever that something was, he believed he could face it alone.”

The thought both saddened and terrified him. Roman had him, Patton, and the entire Arcane Council on his side, as well as whatever other resources the leader of magical New York could gather. If even that wasn’t enough, if he still believed the only viable option was to run away… it did not bode well. How alone had he felt, those last few days? How alone had he been ever since?

“Gee, I wonder who the ‘something’ could be,” Toby drawled sarcastically.

“Dorian,” Patton said, pain flashing across his face. “And if Anxiety is right… he ended up getting Roman anyway.”

Logan’s fingers tightened around the hilt of the weapon. “We will get him back,” he said, to himself as much as to Patton. “We have the weapon now. Our next priority should be to return to the council and determine how to use it. Then…”

“Then we find Dorian and bitch-slap him into next year,” Toby growled.

Logan raised an eyebrow. “Crude, but you’re not wrong. There is another thing that’s bothering me, though,” he said. “Roman never told me about this place. I didn’t even know he had brothers. And yet, he told me where to find the weapon, and — and he engraved a message for me, in the dragon’s eye.”

“He what?” Toby asked, eyebrows raising. He yanked the eye from around his neck and peered at it, running a finger along the words. “To my heart and soul…”

“You hold the key,” Logan finished. “It’s the same phrase that he engraved in our wedding rings, so it seems likely that he meant for me to find the eye. That implies that he knew I’d get involved in this, that he had knowledge of the future. Is that… possible?”

“Not… really?” Patton said, biting his lip in confusion. “I mean, I guess he could have seen a seer, but —”

“But even Princey wouldn’t be that stupid,” Toby said, dropping the eye back around his neck. At Patton’s annoyed look, he rolled his eyes. “What? Everyone knows seers are bad luck.”

“No,” Patton said, “some people believe seers are bad luck. That doesn’t mean that they are.“

“Doesn’t matter, anyway,” Toby said, rolling his eyes again. “There hasn’t been a seer born in our world for decades. I doubt he would have been able to find one.”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought, too,” Patton said. He shrugged, mouth twisting into a confused grimace. “Just another mystery! We can ask him when we find him, okay?”

Logan nodded. “Right. Come on.” He stood, dusting off his pants, and offered Patton his free hand. “Thank you, Seraphina. Your help was invaluable.”

Seraphina rolled onto her back, wings spreading out beneath her. “You’re welcome, dad,” she said, equal parts sincere and teasing. Logan choked, shoving away the deluge of mixed feelings that threatened to swallow him whole. Behind him, Patton awwed so loudly, he wouldn’t have been surprised if they could hear it back in New York.

Bathed in sunset-light, the three climbed out of Seraphina’s keep and back into the forest. Logan held the weapon tightly to his chest as they trekked over the uneven ground, following just behind Patton and Toby.

They were so close. They had the weapon, a way to defeat Dorian, once and for all. They had answers, and above all, they had one definite truth: Roman didn’t die in the car crash. He was out there, somewhere. Logan could find him.

Logan could find home.

He smiled to himself, a sigh of relief falling from his lips. His shattered world was beginning to build itself back up, back into what it had been before.

A figure stepped out from the trees, golden eyes glowing beneath a hood wreathed of shadows. He blasted Patton and Toby aside without a moment’s hesitation, head tilting up, his mouth stretching into a wide grin.

“Hello, Logan,” Dorian said, and the world fell apart once more.

[supernatural-fanficuniverse]

Heaven

Title: Heaven 

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 3,228

Warnings:  body issues, cussing

Summary: You were Jensen’s date to the 13th season premiere and are second guessing him finding you attractive anymore after seeing all of the perfect models on the red carpet. Just like he always saves the day, Jensen found a way to show you just how beautiful you truly are.

Request by @samanddeanmyheroes:  The first song is by Kane Brown, called heaven. I would love to read something very fluffy, maybe Jensen or Jared x reader, but I'll leave that up to you. Maybe something like the reader is having self esteem issues, or is being bullied (or something along those lines) and everything from the song is Jensen or Jared trying to help cheer her up. (Like she thinks she's not worthy of him, and he says that nothing is better than her). Sorry if I'm being picky.

A/N: I really loved writing this one, and if you guys have a request, please send them in :)

“Should I go with the black one, or the red one?” Jensen asked you as he poked his head around the hotel closet’s door frame holding two ties. One a deep black matte and one a beautiful rich, satin red.

“Either one would work, but the red one matches my dress perfectly,” you said, as his beautiful features disappeared once again. You met Jensen when you were hired as a personal assistant to help the actors on the set of Supernatural, which just so happened to include Jensen. You had about 7 months of dating under your belt and tonight was the 13th season premiere. You had to dress super fancy and walk down the red carpet with him, which to put it mildly, gave you a shit ton of anxiety.

You were going to be walking down that paparazzi line where pictures would be taken and distributed for millions to see. Not to mention the fact that A-list celebrities and models were going to be there. What a better way to feel inferior? But on a serious note, what would Jensen think about you after this? Sure, you guys were dating, but he’s going to be around a lot of abso-fucking-lutely stunning women with perfect proportions, big butts, and big boobs; the whole nine yards. After seeing all of that, there is no way he is going to want to still be with you, or for that matter, even look at you with lust in his eyes. He would finally realize that he could be with someone that could offer so much more to him instead of having you tag along like the ugly step sister no one wants.

After all, you weren’t some famous super model, actress, or some Victoria Secret Angel. You were some nobody from the middle of nowhere. You had no right to walk along the red carpet, much less date someone the red carpeted event was solely for in the first place.

With all those thoughts and insecurities running through your mind, you were starting to question whether or not you should go or just stay at the hotel. Jensen could just walk in with Jared, Gen, Misha, and Vicki. You could just fake it and act like you were sick. It’s not like anyone would miss you not being there.

“Y/N? Are you okay?” You looked towards the closet from where you were sitting on the end of your shared bed.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Why?” You inquired. Trying to act cool, as if Jensen hadn’t just startled the living shit out of you.

“I called your name like five times before you answered,” Jensen said as he paused and looked deep into your eyes. When you didn’t answer (because I mean what do you say? Oh, I’m sorry I was just sittin’ here thinking about all the hot ass women that you’d rather be with than me. No, that didn’t quite fit) 

“Whats on your mind?” He asked as he moved into the bathroom, you trailing along behind him.

You studied his face in the mirror as he trimmed his beard (he was only able to grow it out while he was on hiatus from filming and you thought he looked so sexy with it.) “I’m just nervous is all,” you said with a sigh, trying to play it off, hiding your inner thoughts from him.

He turned to look at you, his hands resting on your shoulders comfortably. “It will all be fine, I promise. All we really have to do is walk down the carpet, after that we could leave if you want? It’s not like I wasn’t there filming it, I know what’s going to happen.” He looked at you with such concern in his eyes and it was honestly so touching, but when you thought about him looking into someone else’s eyes, or should you say some sexy model from the red carpet’s eyes, you felt like you could throw up.

“I’ll be okay, I guess,” You lied with a closed lip smile that only went halfway up to your eyes. “I better go get dressed now.” You stated as you started walking out of the bathroom. You had done your hair and makeup earlier with Gen and her stylist and now all you had to do was put on your dress, shoes, and jewelry. You walked into the expansive closet and quickly spotted the beautiful dress. It really was a gorgeous dress, you just had your doubts about how gorgeous it would look on you. It was a deep crimson color and had a sparkly bodice. The bottom hem fell to the ground, but it had a slit in it to allow a slight peek of your legs through the material.

You carefully took off the t-shirt and cotton shorts you wear wearing and unzipped the dress. You slid into it and made sure you didn’t mess up your hair in the process. The itchy material added to your feeling of unease as you stepped out of the closest into the open part of the hotel room. Jensen was sitting on the bed, hunched over tying his black dress shoes. 

“Will you zip my dress up for me please?” You asked standing in front of him. He looked up and when he saw you his lips formed a perfect ‘O’ and he let out a low wolf whistle. “Hot damnnnnn! I have a beautiful girlfriend,” Jensen said loud enough for the whole hall to hear, a shade of red similar to the color of your dress settling itself onto your cheeks. “I don’t look that good,” you said, trying to counter his statement. He circled around you and you felt his fingers bush over your exposed neck and shoulder as he swept your hair to one side. You felt his hot breath flutter over your neck and collarbone as he whispered in your ear sending shivers up your spine. “Oh, but you do. Don’t make me show you tonight,” Jensen whispered, you didn't have to look at him to know that a devilish grin was playing on his face. “I’m just worried that I won’t look as good as some of those other girls on the red carpet. It’s LA for goodness sake, everyone here is a goddess in comparison to me,” you expressed to Jensen as you felt his warm hands zipping your dress up. He walked around to look you in the eyes, and he cupped both of your cheeks into his soft hands. “You have absolutely nothing to worry about. To me, you’re the most beautiful girl that has ever walked God’s green earth. I couldn’t give two fucks about any other girl unless their name is Y/N Y/L/N and look like you.” Your cheeks turned as red as a tomato as he tilted his head and leaned in, pressing his lips to yours with a passionate firmness that made your heart flutter with lust and love. You both had decided in the days beforehand that Jensen was going to drive you and himself to the premier. You could have had Clif drive you both, but you felt more comfortable in your own car, plus you could leave when you wanted to and didn’t have to wait on Jared and Gen to be ready to leave, so that was a plus.

Once you had put on your jewelry and grabbed your clutch and your cell phone, you and Jensen headed out of the hotel door.

You felt Jensen's reassuring hand on the small of your back as you walked down the hall, studying the plush red velvet carpet beneath your feet. It was an extremely nice hotel, so nice that if it wasn’t for Jensen’s paycheck you probably would have never gotten the chance to stay here. Jensen’s words had only given you a little bit of reassurance. You were still extremely worried, and you just couldn’t help but think that you were going to look horrible and the whole world was going to see it. You didn’t have the perfect waist line, huge boobs, or impossibly long lean legs. You were the exact opposite. You weren’t nearly as skinny as some of the girls you had seen. 

All too soon you had made it to the lobby and out of the glass double doors with golden gilded handles and ornate knobs (seriously you couldn’t believe how utterly fancy this place was). Jensen asked the valet for his car as you spaced out, thoughts compiling in your head at the speed of light. 

You saw the sleek black car pull around the covered circle of the front of the hotel, silently thanking Jensen for having such good, clean taste in cars. He wasn’t one of those celebrities who liked to flex and have over the top attention grabbing cars, neither was Jared or Misha for that matter. You were glad you had people in your life that helped you stay grounded and humble. 

Jensen being the gentleman he was removed his hand from the small of your back to open your door for you, immediately missing the warmth and reassurance of touching Jensen, you got into the passenger seat of his car.

He got into the driver seat and took off after putting on his seat-belt. The event was only 13 minutes away, so it wasn’t a very long drive. It was silent the whole way, but it was the comfortable kind. Little did Jensen know, but you had butterflies doing somersaults in your stomach and you literally felt like you were 30 seconds from a panic attack, but you were hiding it well, thank God.

All too soon you saw the valet section where celebrities attending the event enter the red carpet. You literally felt like you were going to have a heart attack, your heart was beating so fast in your chest you thought it would explode any second. You saw the intense flashes already pointed towards Jensen’s car, the paparazzi eager to catch of glimpse of Jensen’s date. They were going to be very underwhelmed after they saw you.

Jensen turned to look at you, and he didn’t look like he was in a hurry to get out. We were the first to show up after all. 

“Are you ready to do this?” Jensen asked concern laced in his rich, deep voice. 

You swallowed nervously and shook your head ‘no’ so slightly that it was almost not perceivable. But Jensen noticed alright.

“Honey, what’s wrong?” He asked as his hands reached for yours.

“I just don’t want the whole world to hate me. You know yourself just how mean people can be when you live in the limelight. What if all those paparazzi for all those high end magazines think you should be with someone of a higher social status than me. I’m just a regular person, I’m not some esteemed model or well known actress.” You let all your emotions out in a vomit of words. You were just too anxious to try and hold them all in any longer.

Jensen looked like he was deep in thought before turning to look you in the eyes. 

“Y/A, you are the most absolutely stunning woman I have ever seen. I could care less what magazines or the public thinks. My opinion is what matters when it comes to who I date and I think you’re more amazing than the worlds most famous actress or model. I’ll make you a deal, you and your beautiful self walk into the premiere with your head held high like the confident woman you deserve to be and then we can sneak out and leave. If my words won’t work, I guess I’ll just have to show you.”

You had to be honest with yourself, hearing that from Jensen was a major confidence booster. So what if you weren’t like them, but Jensen wanted you, not them and that’s what mattered. You weren’t 100% confident and you were still nervous, but his little speech definitely helped to take the edge off of your worries. You also loved the idea of ditching the premiere and spending the night just you and him.

“Deal, but only if we can get cheeseburgers afterwards,” you said with a smirk.

“Now that’s my girl,” Jensen said smiling proudly as if he had won an award. “Let’s go tackle this paparazzi and we’re out of here my love.”

You nodded to him as you gathered all the strength you could muster as you watched Jensen round the front of the car over to open your door. The cameras were already going off and the amount of light they produced was almost blinding even from inside the car.

Jensen opened the door and it was truly now or never. You plastered on your biggest smile and tried to consciously hold your head a little higher than normal.

You slowly made your way down the line. You glanced over to Jensen and the next thing you knew, his lips were on your cheek. The entire paparazzi sounded in a mix of “awes” and it seemed as if 30 new cameras had magically appeared. You were blushing so hard you could only assume your face was as red as your dress.

Before you knew it you were out of the line, maybe it actually wasn’t as bad as you had originally thought. Jensen grabbed your hand and turned you to face him.

“You did so amazing, are you ready to get out of here?”

“I’ve never been more ready in my entire life,” you said with a laugh, eliciting one from Jensen as well as he led you around the back way towards the car. You once again silently thanked Jensen for not having a taste in flashy cars, his car allowed you both to slip out without anyone really noticing. 

You were finally back on the road, the windows were down and the radio was on. The warm night air mixed with Jensen glancing over at you ever 30 seconds with a goofy grin on his face was just what you needed. You saw some clouds start forming and as you guys kept driving rain started, and it was pouring hard. You burst into hysterical laughter as you started getting wet, frantically trying to roll up with windows and laughing as Jensen pulled over to the side of the road trying to close the sun roof.

By the time everything was closed you were both soaking wet and the rain was coming down so hard that you could barely see three feet in front of you. You were going to be there for a while.

“I guess worse things could have happened,”Jensen said with a laugh, “besides I love getting stuck in the car with you my love.”

You looked into his green eyes that seemed to sparkle in the moonlight as he continued.

“Remember what I had wanted to show you earlier?” he asked.

You shook your head as he pulled out his phone, connecting it to the aux cord hooked into the cars radio.

“Well, I have a song I wanted to show you because it perfectly describes my feelings for you Y/N.”

You didn’t have a chance to say anything as you heard a melody start.

This is perfect Come kiss me one more time I couldn't dream this up Even if I tried You and me in this moment Feels like magic only I'm right where I wanna be

As you heard the lyrics you started tearing up, it was so true and coupled with Jensen’s kind and earnest expression you couldn’t help but get emotional.

Everybody's talking about heaven like they just can't wait to go Saying how it's gonna be so good, so beautiful Lying next to you, in this bed with you, I ain't convinced 'Cause, I don't know how, I don't know how heaven, heaven Could be better than this

You loved this man more than words could even describe. You moved yourself over until he was holding you in his arms. He was mouthing the words to the songs as he stared into your eyes. You had no choice, but to believe the words spilling out of the speakers. He was so genuine with it, you felt his emotions behind each word.

I swear you're an angel Sent to this world What did I do right to deserve you, girl? I could stay here forever I'd be fine if we never had to even leave this room

Everybody's talking about heaven like they just can't wait to go Saying how it's gonna be so good, so beautiful Lying next to you, in this bed with you, I ain't convinced 'Cause, I don't know how, I don't know how heaven, heaven Could be better than this

I swear, this is perfect Come kiss me one more time

As the song finished Jensen leaned in and kissed you so passionately before he spoke. 

“If there was one thing I’d want you to remember it would be that song. You’re so perfect to me. You’re literally all I have ever wanted so it hurts me to see you think so little of yourself. You’re my entire world and I’m going to make it my personal goal that you never forget how much I love you. Some days I sit back and think just what I did to deserve you. I have absolutely no idea what you saw in me, but I am so grateful you chose me to be your boyfriend. I love you Y/N.”

The tears that had been welling in your eyes were falling.

“I love you too Jensen,” you said through your tears as he pulled you in and held you tight in his arms, almost as a reminder that he will always be there for you no matter what.

“How about we go eat some cheeseburgers now? You definitely look like you could use right about now,” Jensen said with a laugh. 

“Sure, I’d love to get cheeseburgers soaking wet at 10 at night,” you replied laughing just as much as he was. 

Maybe you didn’t have to be perfect after all, maybe you just had to be yourself all along.

Taglist: @clarewinchester @samanddeanmyheroes @heyitscam99 @mrswhozeewhatsis 

[harry-niclach]

Crowns Part 1

Title: Crowns

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The artist is the wonderful and kind @painfullybisexual

And this is for the Big Bang @ts-storytime thanks for creating this it helped me get used to a deadline and it helped improve my writing so thanks you guys and thanks for all your tips! Ily guys

Pairings/Characters: Romantic Analogical (Logan and Virgil) and Platonic/Familial Royality (Roman and Patton) and some oc and side characters that are in a relationship or are implied to be in love!

AU: Fantasy/Medieval based

Summary: Virgil has always been alone. He didn’t believe that there was a place for him out there. So when his Mother left him with a quick to turn Father he seemed more alone than ever. Now, however, someone is trying to help him, what can their reasoning be?

And more importantly, can Virgil stop himself from being too gay and falling for him?

Warnings: Panic, Panic attack, Minor Character Death, Illness, Cuts from falling, Swearing, blood, weapons, sword fighting/knife fighting, chase scene or two, If there's more let me know. There were more but I ran out of time to expand. (These are warnings for the entire book I will put the ones that apply for the chapter in bold!)

A/N: Research was done for the characters, names, outfits and some other random bits and bobs the rest is the fantasy half where things were added that might not be 100% factual but that’s part of the fun I guess! I hope you enjoy reading it and I hope I make the deadline! This will also end on a cliffhanger and depending on what people think I will make sequel if it goes down well and I know that Roman and Patton aren’t written as much as Logan and Virgil and that’s like only because I love analogical so much that I just can’t stop once I start but they do meet! I’m only 13 and I have written before just not on Tumblr so I had to balance school and homework and stuff too like others probably did too but don’t be mad if it isn’t great! I appreciate all the feedback though so don’t be afraid to let me know what you think!

The stairs had given way a few days ago. No one had come by. He was stuck.

The vines outside had grown and tangled in the crumbling walls, the bushes outside had grown wildly, and the grey sky ceased to clear. There was a very cold draft all through the tower and the stairs were gone and in a pile at the foot of the tower. Virgil’s crown had been thrown in a corner the second day that he had been trapped.

After all, it was the reason his world had crumbled, much like the stairs.

He had been waiting for a few days now.

-

People like knights were supposed to pass by here and they did but in the last few days no one had been near the area and it seemed like the universe was against him. His anxious heart was beginning to beat faster and faster. His eyes looked out the window and scanned the grass outside in hopes of seeing someone, anyone, but he could see no one and his hopes of hearing someone were drowned out by the sound of his heartbeat in his ear and his breathing that was filling up the empty room, void of sound. That would explain why he didn’t hear his savior approach,

“Is there someone up there?!” The voice was cold and precise and snapped him out of his panic,

“Y-yeah! Please! Fuck, the-the stairs I-I can’t get out!” He called back to whoever was at the bottom, his voice cracking as he stumbled over his words trying to get them out in desperation. This person sensed his discomfort and began talking calmly,

“Okay, I will find a way to get you down but please do as I say, can you do that?” Virgil only took a moment to respond,

“Y-Yeah I-I’ll try,” He was still shaking quite a bit but his mind had calmed slightly at the thought of finally getting out of this awful tower.

After about 5 minutes of listening intently waiting for the man at the bottom to tell him to do something, he heard a low rumble and some more bricks fell startling Virgil so much that a small yelp emitted from him.

“Are you alright up there?” He heard the voice once again filling him up with more hope. He nodded for a moment before realizing that this person couldn’t actually see him,

“Y-yes!” He went back to being quiet and sat on the small creaky bed in the corner of his small damp room. It was a miracle that he hadn’t become ill yet.

“Okay I need you to stand where the stairs used to be so that I can throw up a rope ladder to you, can you do that?” This man was constantly making sure that Virgil was okay. Who on god's green earth was he? Virgil pushed that thought away as it was unimportant right now, he honestly did care who was rescuing him but he also didn’t care. If the person was nice enough to rescue him and go out of their way to do so, then he assumed they were an okay person. Virgil didn’t like to assume things but in this case, he had to and it was a gut feeling so he went with it.

Virgil walked shakily over to the stairwell and looked down, making sure to keep his body pressed around the wall from the fear of falling. He waited a few minutes for this stranger to eventually throw a rope ladder up the tower. He waited and waited, he waited to the point that his anxious head made up reasons for why it was taking so long and his anxious heart began to beat faster and faster but he willed himself to at least make it down until he had a panic attack.

Just as he was about to give in the stranger came back and they had a rope ladder. Virgil’s next thought was that this stranger was very handsome and his thought after that was that he was a prince from the North. Which sent him into a further panic.

-

For the longest time, the North and the South Kingdom had been fighting and invading and pillaging the towns in the west where the dark sides were and Virgil had been roped into this quite against his own will. It had all been a big misunderstanding but the strange thing was that he would rather be stuck up in the tower forever than be back in the west. He wasn’t even a dark side! But as soon as the people of the uneasy kingdom saw him they guessed that he was their next king and when Virgil denied they ignored and when Virgil protested they reacted and that was how this whole thing had happened. God he wished his father hadn’t wanted to move to the west in a desperate act of fear of the South Kingdom who had threatened him so he decided this was a good idea.

He had never been more wrong in his life but Virgil didn't care he now hated the man he once called father as when Virgil was assumed of royal blood he sided with those in the wrong and when it came to dealing with Virgil’s outbursts his “Father” agreed with moving somewhere where he had nothing to mess up and where he was out of the way.

-

So that’s what happened and now after days of waiting for some stranger from one of the very kingdoms he feared was here trying to help him.

Why?

He was broken out of his thoughts, once again, thanks to the man shouting up the stairwell his voice laced with the slight undertones of frustration which implied that he was repeating himself,

“Please, listen, I can hear that you’re breathing quite erratically, please take a deep breath and try to focus until we at least get you down from up there,” His voice was very calculating and precise but nevertheless he did have a point, taking in a deep breath Virgil nodded more to himself before calling back down the stairwell,

“Y-yeah, o-of course,” His voice broke a little and his pitch was a little higher than usual but who could blame him because he was currently stuck in a tower with a stranger trying to help him down with a probably unstable ladder but hey at least he was getting down,

Right?

The man wasted no time in throwing up the ladder then he went on to instructing Virgil on what he should do,

“Okay, First I need you to make sure you have everything as we will not be returning here then I need you to hook the ladder onto the brickwork where the stairs used to stand, Can you do that?” His voice was again not too loud and not in the slightest bit concerned he seemed very calm, in fact, he seemed like he had no problems in the world but what caught Virgil’s attention was the word ‘we’ what did he mean?! Virgil did as he was instructed without argument or protest. Once the ladder had been hooked onto the relatively sound brickwork, the man began to talk again,

“Okay, you can begin to climb down now as the ladder appears to be structurally sound  but please hold on tight and shout if you believe it to be true that you will fall, I will catch you,”

Was this guy insane?! How was he going to catch him and how was Virgil supposed to climb down the ladder calmly and why wouldn’t he hold on?! It’s not like he had a death wish! Instead of voicing his concerns he just obediently began to climb down the ladder it shook and wobbled and pieces of wall crumbled down the stairwell but the ladder somehow stayed in place, and for that, Virgil was grateful.

He reached the ground after some unknown time span, as he reached the ground his legs were too shaky to withstand his own weight but the man who helped him down caught him, it was as if he had somehow foreseen Virgil’s weak knees.

“Th-thanks...” Virgil’s voice was no more than a whisper, if even that but he was so relieved to finally be on the ground and out of that godforsaken tower. His crown was dropped next to him in disgust and as a second thought. After about a ten seconds Virgil was shaking too much to stand and lowered himself to the ground with the help of the man,

“My name is Sir Logan from the North,” He looked at Virgil with a warm shine in his eyes but nothing suggested that he wanted a name and information in return.

After Virgil was set down leaning against the wall by the door Logan moved to inspect the crown that had been thrown, He picked it up gingerly and began to turn it in his hands, his face set like stone, he spoke up once more,

“Where are you from? I do not need your name nor do I care what your name is at this precise moment in time, Now where are you from?” His voice hardened and his face remained set clearly he already knew the answer,

“Th-the West, shit! B-but! I s-swear I-I’m not a-a fuckin’ dark s-side-!” He was now frantic, trying to get his conscious stream of thoughts out into words but he couldn’t, and that’s what bothered him. He worked himself up even more tears threatening to spill out as he clenched his jaw,

“It’s okay, I know that your not one of them, I can tell from your stutter so please calm down. Take a deep breath and know that I won’t hurt you, Okay?” Logan was talking slowly but emotions weren’t Logan's forte he had a difficult time reading people's emotions, he could tell what emotions people felt at best but he had no idea how to deal with them,

Virgil began to hyperventilate, he was trying to take deep breaths but for some reason, he couldn’t breathe no matter how hard he tried and he as trying.

There was now warmth where there hadn’t been before. Something pulled his arm from his huddled form and held against a body of warmth. But it wasn’t too warm. There was a steady beat that Virgil could feel through his hand and it, oddly enough, ebbed his panic away until he wasn’t continuing to get worked up over what he would do and what would happen to him. Don’t get me wrong he was still in a state of panic it just wasn’t increasing anymore it was slowly - incredibly - leaving his system as he focused solely on breathing deep full breaths and then forcing them back out in time to the beat which he could now guess was a heartbeat.

After some minutes had passed - or maybe it had been hours? Virgil wasn’t sure anymore - when Virgil could think clearly and was mostly coherent Logan asked him something,

“Would you like to come back with me?”

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[dorkyungsoowrites]

Spontaneous Attraction Ch. 9

Pairings: Kyungsoo x You, Past Chanyeol x You

Genre: Fluff/Angst/Future Smut | Ambiguous AU

Warnings: None

Word Count: 4k

Description: Caution: secrets spilled, beans everywhere.

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The morning after was possibly the most at peace you'd ever been. You woke up to his phone alarm, arm slung across his stomach, head on his chest. His deep, sharp intake of air waking up forced you to move, but as soon as he silenced his phone he had pulled you back, shifting to his side. He peppered feather light kisses across your face making you laugh and capture his lips in yours to still them. You were safe with him. You were comfortable. It was the first time in a very, very long time where you didn't feel lonely at all. Not one ounce of negativity existed. And you were happy. Content.

Your own alarm went off not too long after so you both reluctantly got ready for the day. You drove him back to his apartment to change before work, and you left to go meet a new student. They had requested an early morning lesson.

Not wanting to disturb your roommate who slept in the daytime you taught lessons through a music store. They were rather large, and you'd been teaching there for a few years, so you had keys to go in early and use the studio rooms they kept in the back of the building. One of the soundproof rooms had become an overflow for inventory storage at some point, so there were five to choose from. Since the new student wanted piano lessons, you really had a choice of three.

Having explained the situation out over the phone, you waited outside the front door for him to arrive. He showed up right on time. Tapping your shoulder, you turned on your heels to be met by a man around your height. He had a mop of chesnut hair on his head, but a mask covered most of his face. The rest of his attire seemed like normal clothes, a large hoodie pulled over his shirt to block out the morning chill. His eyes scrunched as he held out his hand, assuming he was smiling under the mask.

"I'm excited to meet you, ma'am. My name is Baekhyun." You shook his hand gladly.

"It's good to meet you, too. Please, just call me Y/N. Shall we?" You released his hand to lead him inside, re-locking the door behind you so when the owner came in he wouldn't nag you about leaving the front unattended with the door not locked. He followed you back into one of the soundproof practice rooms. There was a few music stands and a stand-up wooden piano against the wall. You sat on a chair beside the piano where you had previously set your bag of teaching supplies. Baekhyun stuffed the mask he wore in his pocket and draped the hoodie over the bench next to where he sat at the piano. He turned toward you expectantly.

He was younger looking than you thought with an angular jaw and soft features. Very cute looking. You suspected he was around your age, though. You grinned and started.

"So, Baekhyun, you said over the phone you have some previous experience with piano. How many years did you play?" His smile widened a fraction.

"I quit in middle school, but tried picking it back up later. I wouldn't say I'm a beginner, but I'm sure I can benefit from formal lessons."

"That's fantastic," you replied genuinely. "What made you want to start music again? I'm just trying to determine where to start you so you're not bored."

"Well I sing so I figured I should be able to play better to help with composing."

"A singer/songwriter whose so young?" you gaped. "That's amazing. Honestly. I always wished I had a prettier voice. I wish you the best. The music industry can be hard. I hope you never feel discouraged. You seem like a sweet person."

"Thank you," the man chuckled.

"What's your favorite type of music to sing?"

"New music," he answered with a smirk. "I like following idol groups. Do you?"

"Haven't tried. Maybe you can recommend me some good bands later. I have a lesson book in mind, but I'd like to get a feel of your technique first to see if there's any bad habits we should be concerned with."

"Anything you say, Y/N." This boy certainly was chipper. It cheered you up, his energy infecting you.

"How good are you at sight-reading?"

"Not at all."

"That's fine. You pick a song you already know and I'll watch. Don't feel any pressure to be perfect. This is just a warm-up. Play how you normally would." Baekhyun nodded and hovered his delicate fingers over the keys. You already needed to stop him. "Try not to hunch over the keys. You should be able to play without looking down."

"I've never been able to do that," he told you, his smirk flattening.

"Oh, then I'm sorry. We'll work on it together. It's not wrong per se, but it hinders you when you get more advanced so it's better to start learning now."

"Got it." He reset and began playing a slower song. You couldn't place it so you assumed it was an original work of his or from one of those idol groups he said he enjoyed. You took mental notes and waited for him to finish. You shifted your chair to be closer to the bench and put a hand over the keys.

"The first thing I noticed is how tense you got," you told him plainly. "Put your hand next to mine and mimick the position." He did so, but it looked forced, knuckles protruding more like his fingers were stuck. "Relax your hand," you instructed gently. "The only part of you that should be stiff when playing is your posture, and even then most professionals develop their own style. No matter how intense the music gets you should feel like your fingers are gliding across the keys. It lends itself to a more cohesive sound. Does that make sense?" You played a simple chord. Baekhyun let his hand loosen up and copied you. You smiled at him and sat back. "Perfect. You're a fast learner."

"You're very nice," the boy commented. You chuckled and thanked him, digging in your bag for the right lesson book. "And beautiful. Do you have a boyfriend?" You kept your smile and set the book up on the piano for him to look at.

"That's very flattering, and you're handsome, but yes I have a boyfriend already, and I don't date students."

"What's his name? If you don't mind me asking."

"I do mind, actually. This has nothing to do with piano."

"I bet he's not as charming as me," Baekhyun grinned. You could hear the teasing in his tone. Meeting his gaze, he wiggled his eyebrows, making you giggle. He pouted. "Oh come on, pretty please."

"Why do you care so much?"

"I want to know why you like this guy so much."

"Frankly I find this innappropriate and I would appreciate if you focused on the lesson." He shrunk away, smile sagging.

"I'm sorry." You hadn't meant to sound snappy. You sighed.

"That's alright. You didn't mean any harm. Why don't you open that book and we'll start."

"You actually think I'm here for piano lessons, don't you?"

"Excuse me?" You cocked an eyebrow, watching him warily. He scoffed and smirked.

"Stop playing dumb, I know you're dating Kyungsoo so you know who I am."

"I...don't know how you know my boyfriends name, but I don't know you. I think maybe you should go."

"Seriously? Byun Baekhyun, main vocalist for Exo?"

"Like hugs and kisses?"

"E-x-o. Exo. The male idol group? Come on. Tell me you at least know that."

"I told you I don't follow idol groups. I'm sorry. I'm very confused right now." Baekhyun sighed.

"Look." He pulled out his phone and showed you a photo. Baekhyun, Chanyeol and Kyungsoo were together with a few other guys on some sort of red carpet event. Your mouth gaped open. "This is our band. Kyungsoo also sings. You really didn't know?" You shook your head, shutting your mouth so you wouldn't look like a total idiot. "Work never came up? What did he tell you he did?" You forced your gaze to Baekhyun when he lowered his phone.

"Music production. You're telling the truth?"

"Search his name on the internet if you don't believe me." You took out your phone, fingers typing and sitting back in your chair stunned at the results. After scrolling through the first few results you felt your eyes watering. "What's wrong?" Baekhyun question worridly. "Shouldn't you be happy?"

"You think I'm happy learning this?" you chuckled bitterly, stuffing your phone in your pocket. You swiped at your eyes to keep the tears from falling. "I just learned the guy I've been dating for three months has been lying to face."

"I fucked up, didn't I?" the boy replied softly. "Kyungsoo's going to kill me."

"No no no sweetheart," you consoled, calming yourself in the process. "Thank you for telling me. You were probably trying to be a good friend and make sure I wasn't taking advantage of him or something. I'm the idiot. Please don't feel bad." You took a moment to gather your thoughts. "So your group; do you all live together?" He nodded. "What does Chanyeol do?" His nose scrunched as he asked,

"How do you know Chanyeol?"

"We're old friends," you answered absently. "I hadn't talked to him in years until I met Kyungsoo."

"Oh wait, I think I remember now. You're Y/N right? The ex girlfriend from high school?" Another nod. His boxy smile returned. "Then I'm sure they had a good reason for not telling you about us. Chanyeol's horrible at keeping secrets from his friends. Don't even think about it. Do you have some free time?"

"I have a few more lessons this afternoon."

"You should come with me to the studio and meet everyone. You can talk to Kyungsoo, too."

"Right now?" He nodded enthusiastically.

"It'll be fun! I'm sure everyone will love to meet you. Kyungsoo hardly ever tells us about his personal life unless we nag him."

"Sorry I'm kind of the same way, and I just met you. I don't really feel comfortable following you anywhere."

"That's a very smart attitude to have." This boy did not quit, did he? Nothing was discouraging him. "What if I told you some things about our group? Would you feel safer then?"

"Sure," you answered hesitantly. Baekhyun swivled on the bench to face you fully and grinned.

"We've been together since 2012. We work for SM Entertainment. We're currently in our off season, but I know we have some concerts in Japan coming up soon. There are nine of us. I'm the charismatic, funny, sexy member with the voice of an angel." You had to hold back your laughter. "Half of our vocals were recording yesterday so you won't be able to meet all of us since the other half is recording today. The others are probably just practicing so it's not a big deal if you visit for a few minutes."

"You really want me to meet your friends, don't you?"

"It'll be so much fun! Come on, please. I'll even buy you lunch." You put away the shock you were feeling to the side of your brain. If nothing else you would get answers from Kyungsoo and maybe an entertaining story. Especially if they were all as hyper as Baekhyun appeared to be.

"Alright. As long as I won't be bothering anyone."

"You won't, I swear. You are so awesome. Let's go." He adorned his hoodie and mask while you got your bag, and started following him.

"Hey, we can take my car if you want."

"Really? That sounds great." He switched roles and followed you to your car and gave you the address.

Sitting beside Baekhyun, you were beginning to understand why Kyungsoo seemed so wary when you were out. If he really was an idol he would want to stay under the radar. Knowing him he wanted to keep his relationship status hidden as well which you could understand. It was hard to imagine living a life where almost nothing about you is private. A small smile worked its way onto your features. It reminded you of when he said he enjoyed being your secret stranger.

"After you." You had arrived at a large building and Baekhyun held open the door for you to enter. After going up the elevator a bit he put his mask away again. He had been chattering next to you the entire way, but you only caught fragments, distracted. You think he was telling you about their last concert.

Entering what appeared to be a dance practice studio, loud music played while three guys went through some moves. You recodnized one of them as Chanyeol. You walked closer, sticking behind Baekhyun. He paused the music and got everyones attention. Chanyeol whirled around and stared at you in shock.

"Y/N? What are you doing here?" His face had a sheen of sweat. So did the other two. One wasn't much shorter than Chanyeol with sharp features and bright bleached hair. The third looked younger with a splash of jet black hair falling around his face. Baekhyun gestured to you and announced,

"Guys, this is Y/N. Y/N, you know Chanyeol." He pointed to the blonde. "That's Sehun, and that," moving to the third guy. "Is Minseok." You waved awkwardly and smiled so you could greet them properly.

"Hello, it's nice to meet you. I'm--"

"She's Kyungsoos girlfriend," Baekhyun interrupted, bouncing up and down excitedly. "Sorry," he quickly apologized. "I couldn't wait."

"Whoa really?" The man he called Sehun chuckled and sauntered closer. He had a friendly smile. "How long have you been going out?"

"Three months," you answered. The third man approached you and held out his hand. You shook it gladly. The smile he returned made the apples of his cheeks squish, gummy and bright.

"Excuse the members if they ogle a bit. We don't meet Kyungsoo's partners usually. How did you figure it out, Baek?"

"I blackmailed Jongin for her name and he told me she taught private music lessons. She's a musician. How cool is that?" Their joy at learning these simple things about their bandmate fascinated you. It calmed your nerves. Chanyeol called your name, coming up to your side.

"You um...I guess you know what I do now."

"Yup."

"I wanted to tell you sooner, but Kyungsoo made me promise. I'm sorry."

"Seems like that's all you can say these days is say sorry," you mumbled. Only he heard you because his face dropped. A pang of guilt hit you for even thinking those words, but you didn't want to cause a scene. Baekhyun draped his arm around your shoulders.

"So are you gonna give us the details?"

"What details?" Minseok slung a barrage of questions at you.

"How did you meet? What made you like him? Did he tell you he didn't want you to meet us? Why does Chanyeol know you already?"

"Okay, um, Chanyeol and I were friends growing up so when I met Kyungsoo we started talking again. He never said he didn't want me to meet you, but until this morning I didn't really know you existed."

"Wait what?" Baekhyun cut in for you by saying,

"She didn't know who Exo was. Kyungsoo never told her what he did for work." Minseok shaped an 'o' with his lips and nodded. You continued.

"How we met is actually pretty funny."

"Is it embarressing?" Sehun asked. Instead of answering him directly you told the story.

"Some weekends I work as a driver and Kyungsoo was one of the people I picked up. I believe it was his birthday and he desperately wanted to leave a club he was dragged to by, well now I'm guessing y'all. Except he didn't remember his address because he was so drunk. I couldn't get him to go ask one of his friends he said was inside and he seemed like a decent person who was having a shitty night. I couldn't just leave him somewhere so I let him sleep at my apartment." You paused while Sehun burst out laughing. Baekhyun chuckled, but had almost the same disbelieving look as Minseok.

"Are you serious?" The dark-haired boy said. You couldn't hold back your smile.

"Yeah, I know it's kind of crazy, but he didn't seem dangerous. When he woke up the next morning he didn't remember much so I explained everything." You shrugged. "He was quiet, but really nice and kind of mysterious so I asked for his number. Fast forward, now I'm here."

"He gave his phone number to a total stranger? That is so unlike Kyungsoo," Minseok commented. Sehun hit Minseok's chest with the back of his hand.

"Hey, maybe because she didn't recodnize him he figured she actually liked him instead of his status. I'd do the same thing."

"Is it really that hard for you guys to find someone who cares about you instead of your looks and job?" Baekhyun ruffled your hair and replied,

"Oh you sweet, cute, naive child." You knew he was mostly joking, but you pushed his arm away anyway.

"Excuse me for believing most people have good hearts and are decent human beings. That stuff is so shallow."

"I wish I knew more women like you, Y/N," Sehun chuckled. Your heart sank slightly. All of them had probably been through similar situations to what Kyungsoo had described to you about his ex girlfriend. Which looking back made more sense. She only liked him because he was an idol. How could you be mad at him for being scared of that happening with you if he told you the truth? You made a mental note to assure him learning about his work didn't change anything. Chanyeol stayed quiet, observing the conversation over Sehuns shoulder.

"Then what made you attracted to Kyungsoo?" It was Minseok again. You folded your hands in front of yourself.

"Yeah, he's so shy I'd be surprised if he said more than five sentences on your first date," Baekhyun commented before you could answer. "It's good he found someone who can handle that awkwardness." You were going to be more vague, but appearently they didn't think he was charming enough to get your attention from one meeting.

"He was kind and funny and a little weird. It was cute. I...I don't know," you glanced away. "There was something about him that intrigued me. I liked talking to him. Yeah he's handsome obviously, but I wanted to get to know him more. It was more like I had a good feeling about his personality and thought it would be fun."

"That sounds like something you'd do," Chanyeol piped up. "Leap into something head first without thinking because it could be an adventure."

"Hey, but I was right this time," you grinned and chuckled.

"Sounds like you really like him," Sehun said with a warm smile. You felt your face heating. You saw Chanyeol's smile take on a sad note. He was letting you go without a fight, and you knew it. He really cared about his friends being happy. So he was backing off, and even encouraged Kyungsoo to hold on to you the night before. You would always be grateful for that. It was just telling him you forgive him that was the hard part. You'd need to be alone first. You returned the warm smile to Sehun and shrugged to make your next statement carry less weight.

"He makes me happy." Sehun's eyes flickered behind you so you turned on your heels. Kyungsoo was stepping hesitantly through the studio doorway with a water bottle in hand.

"Y/N," he breathed out in shock. His eyes darted to each person in the room as he got closer. "How are you here? Chanyeol?"

"Wasn't me," the tall boy defended quickly and pointed. "Baekhyun brought her."

"Hey man, she deserved to know who we are," Baekhyun shot over. It was almost like they were afraid of his reaction.

"Kyungsoo, it's okay," you smiled. He stopped in front of you. "I get why you didn't want me to know what you do, and I'm still a little bit in shock, but you wouldn't have been able to keep this a secret forever. Baekhyun seemed really determined if nothing else."

"Baekhyun's going to be missing in a minute," he glared over at the boy. You gently pressed your fingers to his jaw, turning him to face you.

"He didn't do anything wrong. I'm glad he told me. I don't know much about idols and record companies and everything, but it's really amazing that you're a singer. I have nothing but respect for anyone who's willing to go through all that hard training for something they love." You traced his cheekbone with your thumb. "You should be proud of what you do."

"You aren't mad that I lied to you?"

"Honestly, I am a little upset, but I know you meant well. I'll get over it." You lowered your voice in hopes the others wouldn't overhear. "I also know that everything you told me last night was sincere, and I'd have to be really petty and immature to make a big deal out of this."

"I'm sorry for not telling you sooner." Kyungsoo wrapped his fingers around your hand.

"Apology accepted, idiot," you replied softly. Kyungsoo chuckled and pressed a kiss to your knuckles. "After all, you are my favorite stranger."

"So," Baekhyun spoke up. "I'm not in trouble?" Kyungsoo smirked and released your hand so you could face the others again.

"You can thank Y/N for that."

"You're the best. Seriously," he told you. Kyungsoo got your attention.

"Would you like to eat lunch while you're here? Or do you have lessons?"

"I have three lessons in a few hours and rehearsal this afternoon. Baekhyun was kind enough to offer to pay for my lunch. Can he join us?"

"Can I come too?" Sehun chimed in. "I'd like to get to know Y/N more."

"I think everyone will," Minseok said.

"Well Kyungsoo told me he's not working too late tonight. Would you all be able to come over for dinner maybe?" you offered. "Then I won't feel like I'm intruding on your work."

"I don't know about everyone, but--"

"Yes!" Baekhyun shouted with a giant grin. "Hell to the yes. We are so there. What are you cooking?"

"Y/N doesn't cook often," Chanyeol told the group. "She's pretty shit at it."

"Guilty. It's whatever takeout you want, though. I promise to make a proper effort next time."

"Are you sure your roommate won't mind?"

"She's gone by eight. Don't worry."

"Why is your roommate leaving at eight?" Sehun questioned.

"She works nights as a nurse."

"Sounds nice and conveniant for you to spend some alone time with Y/N," Baekhyun teased. You chuckled,

"You just speak your mind don't you?"

"Constantly."

"It's so annoying," the others complained at once.

"I like it."

"I knew you were my favorite. Are you guys coming for lunch?"

"I need to stay and practice," Chanyeol responded.

"I'm the one helping Chanyeol," Minseok added. "But I'll definitely see you tonight. I'll let the others know they're invited."

"Thank you so much. That's very helpful. Chanyeol can tell you the address. I look forward to meeting the rest of your group, especially if they're all as polite and wonderful as you three have been to me so far."

"Keep a sharp eye on her, Kyungsoo," Baekhyun winked at you. "She's a charmer."

"I'm not worried," he said cooly. You bit your lip and turned away to deflect the conversation.

"Where do you want to eat?"

"There's a cafeteria downstairs."

"No, we're not eating at work," Baekhyun insisted. Sehun fell in behind you as the four of you began walking to the elevator.

"There's a cheap pasta shop close to the dorms," the blonde suggested.

"How far away is that?"

"Like ten minutes of walking."

"Sounds great."