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abbofff · 5 months ago

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I found Annabeth on the Arena along some few other campers. She was following their every move as they sparred. I kinda feel intimidated with how serious she is now, but I need to get this from my chest.

— Annabeth, can we talk for a second? — I ask.

She turns around surprised and she frowns at me.

— Do you need something? — She asked.

— N-no. I just- Can we talk somewhere more private? — She looked back at the kids, some where still sparring and others were pretending to do so to hear the conversation.

— Keep training, I'll be back. — She comanded, and everyone sighed in annoyance.

She signaled me somewhere far enough so nobody could hear.

— Go on now. — She crossed her arms over her chestplate, still wary.

— I wanted to say sorry for lashing out on you. I was... troubled and I lost it. You don't deserve that and I'm very sorry. —

I started to pick on my nails from the nervousness. I never was a person of many friends and if she didn't want it to be after everything, I couldn't blame her; but I can't let her think that I hate her.

— I know how hard it can be. — Annabeth sighed. I always knew that she knew. She had told me that she was an all year long camper but that her father lives in San Francisco. She didn't tell me the exact reason of why she never visited, but I know it's hard for her.

— I forgive you. — Her eyes softened softened.

— I didn't meant what I said. About us not being friends. You have not been anything but wonderful to me and I would love to call you my friend if you would allow me. — I don't dare to move closer. I'm afraid of making this more awkward for her.

Annabeth's eyes softened even more and she cleared her throat.

— That would be... nice. — She said.

I couldn't but help smile and she smirked.

— Great! Uhm, cool. —

Ok, so, when I met Percy everything went with the flow and didn't exactly ask each other if we were friends, we just kinda knew. So this situation right here is eating me inside. I have never felt more awkward in my entire life.

— The sparring lesson ended a while ago but I teach the ones that need some extra help for a while longer. Do you want to join so you don't fall behind? — Annabeth asked.

— Yes, please. Thank you, Annabeth. — I smiled.

— I'm sure you'll want to use the sword you got there. — She said with her eyes locked in my belt loop.

— How do you know... It doesn't matter. I wouldn't be surprised if you just have the aegis hidden somewhere. Percy has- PERCY IS DEMIGOD. Luke's showing him around camp right now. Can you believe we fought for absolutely nothing? Sorry for that again. Anyways, he has a pen-sword thingy that when I saw for the first time I thought I was going nuts because he pulverized our algebra teacher but thats alright because she was a Fury in disguise. Not that I approve going around slaying old ladys without knowing that they are monsters but- why are you looking at me with that face? Oh, im yapping. Got it. Sorry. — This is why I had no friends.

She chuckled.

— Don't worry. It's seems that you two got quite the story. — Annabeth smiled.

— Yeah. You should really meet him. He's a sweet guy. I'm sure you guys could be friends. —

Annabeth thought about it for a second.

— We'll see. Now, let's go with the others. I'll assign you a partner for practice. — We walked to where she was standing before and she analyzed the campers.

Her sight stopped on a girl with a pink handled sword and a boy who was about to pass out from exhaustion.

— Gabriel, you can go. — Annabeth said.

The boy smiled and ran before she could change her mind.

— Silena, this is Ada Williams. Ada, this is Silena Beuregard, daughter of Aprodithe. —

— Nice to meet you. — Silena raised her hand for me to shake.

— Nice to meet you too. — I shook her hand and smiled.

— I want you two to spar, just to see what Ada needs work with. — Annabeth said.

Visually, she was what you would expect from a typical Aprodithe kid. Her pink manicure was perfect, not chipped and not too long or too short. She had light make up on, just some gloss, foundation and rimmel. She was very pretty.

Silena nodded and put on her stance.

You would think that I would instinctively know how to perform a fighting stance but when Annabeth came closer, she just Shifu'ed my every move. Silena chuckled at my clumsiness.

Annabeth told us we were free to start and she stepped back to take a good view of everyone.

— I've heard about you. — Silena said when she charged at me, I blocked her and stepped back.

— What, exactly? — I ask her as she circled around me trying to catch me slacking.

She talked when our swords clashed.

— That you have been on two fights with Clarisse and then you two got locked in a cabin together for hours. — She said slyly, smirking.

I can even feel a blush creeping on my face. Shit. I can't think, I'm too flustered.

Silena took advantage of this, kicking my knee and pushing me on the ground. I fell on my butt and she lifted the tip op her sword to my face.

— Hey, not fair. — Silena rolled her eyes laughing and she offered her hand for me.

— Thought you would have it easy because im a Aphrodite kid? — She asked bitterly mocking.

— I thought you were just bad. How would I have it easy with an Aprodithe kid? Your mom led a war. I think she would have won it if anyone had listened to Cassandra, but that's Apollo's fault. —

Silena frowned and she chuckled bitterly.

— It really shows you are new around here. Gods change when the meaning of what they represent changes. You wouldn't think that the God of War still is a protector of women, do you? —

I thought of Clarisse and what she had said to me.

My mom told me the story of Ares, Hera's favorite son and possible one of the least horrible gods. He had been the defendant in the first murder trial in history because he had killed a son of Poseidon for raping his daughter, something no male God ever did for their daughters.

I thought that Clarisse put pressure on herself because she was his father's pride and joy but if Ares had lost that part of himself and all that was left was war I couldn’t blame Clarisse for her doings.

Silena took an answer out of my silence and went back to her fighting stance.

— Come on now, don't let me distract you just now. —

I gave a deep breath and got to the fighting stance Annabeth taught me. I charged first, the blow between our swords almost sends hers flying away. I was quick to hit her sword again, I wanted to hit the tip of it so it would move out of they way and I could touch her neck but it took me some tries because I kept hitting the middle of her sword. I finally land a precise blow and did as I had planed.

Selina raised her hands in surrender and rolled her eyes.

— I think I know who I'll assign the most difficult pegasus to next class. — Silena smirked and I chuckled.

— Thank you, Silena. Everyone can go prep for lunch now! — Annabeth said when she got closer, and every kid cheered and walked away.

— Bye, Ada. I'll see you around. — Silena said as she walked away.

— Bye, Silena. —

— You won't go just yet, Ada.— The Athena girl said when I sheathed my sword.

— I'll spar with you now. — She said.

— Don't you think that it's embarrassing how many times I ended up in the infirmary these two days? I'm afraid Will is going to see me again and kick me out. — Annabeth rolled her eyes at me.

— Your attacks are fast but not precise. You need to be ready for any monster attack. Not every monster is as flawed and dumb as a lestrygonian or a dracanae. —

— How do you know I faced them? — Annabeth's body stiffened for a moment.

— I know Grover, he told me what happened. — She didn't looked at my eyes.

The memory of the name that Grover screamed to me last night appeared on my head. He was so worked up last night, like if it was a nightmare he has go trought before; because he did.

— He was... your satyr protector? — I asked. I focused in sounding chill, I didn't want her to think I didn't trust her.

— He was. —

— Yeah, I guessed so. I get why you didn't told me, its ok. I know him, he's a nice person and Im glad that he was there for Percy. — I smirked at her.

The corner of her lips curled up for a second until she cleared her throat.

— Are you ready? — Annabeth got on her stance.

— Not really. — I chuckled and she charged at me.

I barely managed to dodge and block her attacks. They were almost perfect, she was aiming for my weak spots with precise and fast movements.

On a risky move, I succeeded to make her drop her sword. I smiled with pride and lifted the tip my sword to point her neck (with a lot distance tho; I dont wanna kill somebody).

— Never underestimate your opponents. — She said to quickly put on her Yankees cap and dissappear.

— Annabeth, what the fuck? — I asked turning around trying to cover all of my sides.

Of course her attacks with her sword were just "almost perfect", it's not her preferred weapon. She had a dagger at her hip all the time and now she was going to stab me with it.

Annabeth is scary. Her steps were impossible for me to hear, hell, i couldn't even hear her armor moving. I was getting nervous, exactly was she was looking for. I calmed down by taking a few deep breaths.

I could feel the wind hitting my skin and everything in the Arena that stood in it's way.

Annabeth approached me from behind silently, mistaken that I was completely helpless. The wind bouncing off her skin gave her away and I looked over my shoulder at her when I decided she was close enough.

— I can see you. — I felt her movements stop and quickly fully turned my body to her to push her to the ground with my shoulder and knock her cap away.

She fell to the ground with a thump and I kicked her dagger off her hand. I aimed my sword to her and she looked at me gobsmacked.

— How? — She asked.

I smiled and offered my hand.

— Nivir indiristimiti yir ippinints — I responded at her offended face.

— You are bluffing. I don't know how you did it but it wont work next time. — She went to get her cap and I went for her dagger.

— You are contradicting yourself, my friend. — I say when I hand her her weapon.

— Stop mocking me, lighthead. — She threatened but the smile on her face gave her away.

— Wha- Wow, nicknames stage friendship. Alright, whoie. —

— Whoie. Seriously? — Annabeth asked.

— I saw a bunch of your mom's little flying rats yesterday. You really look alike. — She punched me on my shoulder and rolled her eyes.

— Come on, lighthead, enough rest. Let's see you on proper battle. — She said "proper" harsher than the rest of the sentence, of course.

I know that Annabeth is going trought the trouble of teaching me not only because she is a super nice person but because she likes the challenge of putting her skills at test and Im starting to see why myself.

It was a beautiful day to train. Zeus wasn't pissed off and you could clearly see Apollo doing his daily journey, not the mention the chirping of birds and the owls hooting. The last part is weird because it broad daylight, but knowing that the Arena is one of Athena's spaces I guess that her sacred animal wants to know what's going on here. I prefer encountering an owl than a wild boar tho, so I'm not complaining.

Now with her dagger in hand, Annabeth put her stance back on and I followed suit.

The sound of the horn got to our ears and we dropped our weapons in annoyance.

— Come on, whoie. — I say offering my arm for her to interwine and she did.

— Let's stop by my cabin first. I need to get out of this thing. —

I entered Annabeth's cabin and waited for her as she got her armor off and placed it where the ones of her siblings where.

I took the moment to see the cabin well now that it's daylight. It is the neatest place that I have ever seen, like Pinterest level. I focused on the bed where Annabeth put her cap on and picking under her pillow there was a Polaroid of her as a kid and a Doberman .

— Not to be nosy but you are a dobie girl? — I asked.

Annabeth turned to look at me and saw what I was looking. She came over and smirk as she grabbed the picture.

— I'm a Collie lover because they are fluffy and smart but Zeus was the nicest boy ever. —

— That's an accurate name for a dog. — I said and Annabeth restrained a laugh.

— We made sure to neuter him. - Now I restrained a laugh. Im not eager to be struck by lightning again anytime soon.

— We didn't picked his name. When I was 4, I wanted a dog and when my dad took me to the shelter I saw that Zeus was going to be sacrificed for biting and after an hour of crying we took him home. This was on his first month of training school. He was a sweetheart. — She caressed the picture with her tumb and saved it on a book.

— I'm sorry for you loss. —

— It's ok. We had the greatest time together. — The tone of her voice dropped.

I got up from her bed and gave her a hug. Annabeth hugged me back and she let out a single quiet sob. She broke the hug quickly.

— Let's go, we are going to be late for lunch. — She started to make her way out of the cabin and I followed close behind.

— Why is everyone flashing blue cloths at the Ares kids? — I asked Annabeth when we were getting closer to the dining hall.

— The blue team won Capture the Flag thanks to my plan. That's why Clarisse is specially angry these days. Wouldn't be surprised if next Friday she brakes someone's bones to get the flag. — She smiled with pride.

— That's a little extreme, don't you think? — Annabeth stopped walking and looked directly into my eyes.

— It's a warfare game that prepares us for whats out there and you need to be smart and ruthless if you want to win the real thing. Thats one of the few things we agree on. Besides, we banned maiming and killing, theres nothing that the Apollo cabin cant take care of. — She started to walk again, leading the way.

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When I we were finally on the dining hall, I looked at Hermes table and noticed Percy sitting next to Luke. Also, there was no sight of Aaron, I think it was rude of me to not had say goodbye but I didn't even saw him leave.

I said goodbye to Annabeth to go sit next to Percy but I decided to approach him from behind to scare him.

— Buh! — I taped his shoulders, he flinched and turned around with an angry look that he had never given me before.

— Oh, it's you. — His eyes softened completely.

— I thought i was going to be trown in the mud again. - He said, taking a bite of his food.

— Again? What do you mean again? — I just left his side for a bit more than an hour and I had left him with bloody Luke.

— That girl from the Ares cabin, I think. Luke made her walk away before she actually punched me or something. — Percy shrugged, I couldn’t help but frown.

I looked at Clarisse's table, she was chuckling about something with the minions she called half-siblings. She met my eyes and she had her cocky eyes and a smirk. Then she noticed at Percy, her face shifted into disgust and scoffed to later allow me to see only the back of her head.

— I wouldn't worry, Percy. Ada is friends with Clarisse. — Percy looked at me like if I had grown two more heads.

— I would rather die. — I made both of the boys laugh.

— Well, then maybe you can join us on trying to find some glory. — Luke said, Percy sighed in defeat.

— Beg you pardon? —

— Luke told me that when demigods get glory, nobody messes with them and they get noticed. So I wanted to try to find something that im good at so my dad claims me. —

I looked at Luke and he gave me a "go with the flow" nod.

— I'm all free, let's do this thing. — I say, moving Percy by the shoulders, cheering him up.

The first thing I did when we got back to the cabin was fall to my knees on my sleeping bag and lay in it with my face buried on my backpack. My whole body was exhausted, we tried everything until darkness arrived and no shiny sign appeared above our heads.

Percy was remarcable at swordfighting, learning fast and adapting to Lukes moves. I decided to sit that one out, the heart attack I almost got from watching Annabeth turn invisible still haunted me. We even tried archery again but with Lee Fletcher and Michael Yew's guidence now, I shot bullseye and Percy almost shot me.

I lifted my head a little bit and saw Percy on my left sitting crossleg on his sleeping bag, staring at his hands while they picked on his shoelaces. He didn't say a word on the walk back and now he was still suffering on silence. I sat up and grabbed one of Percys hands, making him look at me.

— The most probable thing is that your dad is solving some godly issue and can't reach out right now. The important thing is that you are safe here and we are together. —

— He doesn't get to ignore me after what happened. I killed the Minotaur last night. What will it take for him to claim me? — His voice sounded angry and sad.

— Percy- —

— Clarisse doesn't believe me and I have the horn and everything. What if my dad is just as stupid? —

— Percy, Clarisse can go fuck off. I saw you stab him and im sure your dad is just as proud as I am. I know how bad it sucks but we need to be patient. — I squeezed his hand to ground him and he sighed again.

— How are you dealing with all of this? — He asked, grabbing my other hand.

When I was younger, it used to hurt not having him around. Especially when my classmates talked about how they were their daddy's princesses. I used to think that I was missing something but I got older and learned how shitty a dad can be. Sometimes I felt like I dodged a bullet.

Now, to make things even worse, he was a god. To be honest, I don't know what that makes me. There were many demigods heroes but many more lived unnoticed. Maybe I'll end up living how I have lived to my fathers eyes: Irrelevant. Maybe that was for the best.

— I lived trought twelve Fathers Day and many Father-Daugther dances. I don't need him for me to know who I am. Neither do you. — Percy pulled me for a hug.

— Thank you for everything that you've done for me, sis. — He said on the crook of my neck and hugged me tight.

— Thank you too, bro. —

We broke up the hug and Luke walked to us.

— Hey guys, the camp fire is going to start soon. You should get ready if you want to be there. — He said. We thanked him and he left to chat with Chris.

— Do you want to go? — Percy asked.

— Nah, I'm just going to take a shower and get some sleep. You should go with Luke and the others. Just do me the favor of listen to people so we can discuss all the tea over tea tomorrow morning. — Percy rolled his eyes.

— Maybe you are Helios daughter. You know, the gossiper. —

— Helios is a titan. —

— Again with mansplainig. Don't you have to go shower? You smell so bad im gonna puke all over you. —

— Ew, Percy, you are gross. — I push him to the ground as I got up and we laugh.

I got off my long shower and I could still hear the laughter coming from the camp fire. I gather my clothes and my towel in a tote bag and leave the showers.

— HELP! —

My heart dropped at the far scream. The despair in it wasn't what got me dropping everything and running to the woods, it was that that voice belongs to Annabeth.

The screams continued and they got louder and closer as I entered the woods area. I encountered a cave where the screams echoed and I entered without hesitation.

— ANNABETH. — I called as I ran trought the caves long entrance.

— ADARA. — She screamed, it came from way deep.

I only stopped because I got to the end of the cave. It was a round space with no way out or in other than the way I come from.

The openings on the roof let in the dim light of the moon, being the only way to see here.

It was dead silent.

I felt my brooch on the pocket of my shorts and unsheathed the sword.

— ANNABETH. — My scream echoed on the rock and nobody answered.

From within the shadows in front of me, a figure emerged growling. It was a lion, a giant one.

I gripped my sword tighter, bracing for was going to happen.

The lion made a deep, guttural roar and jump at me with his claws aiming for my head. I rolled to the side and slashed his front paw with my sword. It only made it angrier, not a scratch on the beast.

— ANNABETH, RUN AWAY! — Her silence was terrifying me. I didn't know if she was invisible or dead.

With every attempt to dig its claws into me, I would either block its paw or roll away.

It's so dark and cold here. I don't know how no one showed up yet. Annabeth's screams were loud and the camp fire was closer to the woods than the showers. I don't even know if Annabeth is injured or went to get help.

I feel so powerless and scared but I can't let my emotions take over. I needed to help my friend.

I decided to take deep breaths before the lion can feel I'm quivering.

I know the myth of the Nemean Lion. I know it can die but I'm not even half as strong as Heracles. I couldn’t choke him and his skin is impenetrable.

His skin is impenetrable. It can be killed.

He shows me all his set of teeth when he tries to bite me. I need to take action or he will tire me down and kill us.

I charge at him taking a claw on my left arm just below my shoulder, it tears my skin but my grip on my sword doesn't falter. I go face to face with the beast, he opens his jaw to bite my head off but I stick my sword deep into his throat.

The lion turns to dust leaving a cape where he stood.

— Annabeth? — I asked in the darkness.

My left arm went limp and I could feel the blood drops staining my leg. I used the light of my sword to see the corners of the cave but it was all empty.

I turn to the exit, desesperate to get out of here but I feel very dizzy, my legs are starting to become jelly and I was deep into the woods, far away from the part of them were the most dangerous threat was a humiliated nymph.

I grab the cape and place it on my shoulders so I wouldn't be a easy dinner for the monster that comes to finish me off.

I get out and the feeling of the sky above me relieved me. The fresh air allowed me to think clearly and I begin to stumble to the cabins.

— ANNABETH. — I kept calling for ger until my voice started to sound hoarse from all the shouting and I still didn't get an answer.

I could smell and see the big smoke come out of the camp fire but I couldn't continue walking, I felt so lightheaded.

Ha.

I dropped to my knees and my sword slipped out of my hand. I saw my left arm, the four claw mark was deeper and larger than I thought, my arm seemed like a slices of ham and from the wound down it was all red.

I cursed myself for not saving my ambrosia bag on my shorts and leave it on the tote bag instead.

I feel so upset, scared and angry. I don't know what happened to Annabeth or what will happen to me. My vision is blurry and my ears are buzzing.

Thunder began to roar in the sky and the wind picked up. I raised my eyes to the sky and felt the need for it. I could feel the charges filling the air and the despairing distance between the cumulonimbus and me.

In a desesperate move, I raised my hand to try to touch the sky followed by a tug on my gut, the voltage raised and lightning strucked me.

It felt like drinking hundreds of energy drinks without having a heart attack and instead feeling like you'd been to a spa. The energy not only healed my pain, it also made me feel better rested than I have ever felt.

I let the energy ran trought my body for a few minutes with my eyes closed, drinking in the feeling until I remembered my duty.

The voltage dropped and my bliss died down.

I opened my eyes and saw Chiron and almost all campers in front of me, ten meters away.

Amongst all the campers I noticed Annabeth, unharmed, and she seemed to be expecting something. Then I saw Luke who had a stone face and a hand on my scared brother. I even noticed Clarisse and her angry face.

I stood up in surprise and the centaur was the first to approach me.

— Ada- — Chiron interrupted his talking and walking.

He looked above my head with worried eyes and cleared his throat, putting himself together, to then look at my eyes.

— You have been claimed by Zeus, Thunderbringer, Lightning wielder, King of Gods. Adara Williams, daughter of Zeus. —

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diabolik-art-blog · 11 months ago

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Christmas Night

Chapter 01: [ Kino x Yui ]

Admin's note: The first chapter of 13 Christmas one-shots. I wanted to start with Shu because he is always my favorite but my boy Kino needs more attention. I'm still in shadowban so sorry I can't replay your comments. Don't forget to support my One Shots in AO3.

Christmas night is one of the most beautiful nights of the year. The city of Tokyo is very beautiful and spectacular at this time of the year. In the center of the city there is a big tree that is beautifully decorated and a golden star shines on top of it. There is a box next to the tree for people to give their gifts to the orphans.

It is the night before Christmas and tomorrow the beautiful Christmas carol will resound in the city. People are doing their last Christmas shopping. Couples hold each other's hands and walk in the city. Smiles are seen on their faces and they all look happy.

Everyone looks happy. Except for the girl who looks at the happy people from behind the window and has a bitter smile on her face. She wishes to experience this feeling of happiness with a real family just for a few moments.

While looking at happy couples and people from behind the window, Yui remembers her happy memories with her father on Christmas nights. Her father, who tried to kill her a few months ago. Remembering these bitter memories brought tears to her eyes.

Yui wiped her tears with her sleeve and got up to go to Kino's room. As she walked slowly down the corridor, she wished that Kino would not ignore her this time. Yui reached the back door of Kino's room and knocked as her body trembled with fear.

*knock knock*

Yui: Kino-kun... can we talk?

No sound could be heard from behind the door. Ever since Yui and Kino came to this city, Kino has never spoken to her even once. Kino no longer pays attention to her like before. He locks himself in his room for hours and rarely comes out.

Yui mustered up all her courage and boldly opened the door to the room. She saw Kino lying on his bed playing with his smartphone as usual.

Yui: Kino-kun... I just wanted to know how are you? can we talk together?

Kino does not answer her again. Yui doesn't know the reason for Kino's neglect, but after what happened, she blames herself for everything and can feel that Kino is angry with her because of the recent events, even if he doesn't say it.

Tears gathered in Yui's eyes. Yui walked out of the room with trembling steps and closed the door. After the door was fully closed, Yui quickly ran to her room and threw herself on the bed, buried her head in the pillow and started crying. She could feel her heart breaking into pieces. It seems that Kino hated her and this means the end of the world for her.

After Kino betrayed the ghouls, the ghouls got angry with him and attacked him. Kino didn't want them to hurt Yui, so he ran away with Yui and they came to Tokyo. But everything changed. Every day, Kino ignored Yui and did not pay attention to her at all.

After their savings ran out, Yui found a small job to make ends meet. She blamed herself for this and tried her best to make Kino happy.

Hours passed and it was midnight. Guessing that Kino was sleeping now, Yui found the courage to go out. She quickly changed her clothes and left the house. While walking in the streets, she looked at her money that she had saved for several months. She wants to make Kino happy with a big Christmas party so she can see his smile again, but before that she has to do some shopping.

Yui walked the streets for hours to buy all the things she needed. She was walking back home when she felt that someone was following her. At first, she thought that it was just her imagination, but no, it was not imagination, it was reality. Someone was following her and upon realizing this, Yui started running.

Yui didn't know what to do, she just ran with all her breath. Out of fear, she lost her way and just ran through the streets and alleys until she reached a dead end.

???: Little lady, why are you running away? I haven't done anything with you yet.

Yui: Please don't come near me. Please stay away from me.

The unknown man who had been following Yui the entire time gave a wicked grin and approached her. He tilted his head towards Yui, staring into her innocent pink eyes.

???: Do not worry. If you don't resist, I promise you it won't hurt at all.

He was staring at Yui's innocent face and white skin and put his hand on her cheek and with that Yui shivered and tried to defend herself.

???: You are very thin and skinny. What a pity. But the skin is white and soft. And you are very very beautiful. I'm sure your taste is very sweet hahaha.....

Yui pushed the unknown man with all her strength and tried to run away from him, but the man was much bigger than her and quickly grabbed Yui's neck and squeezed with all his strength, trying to scare her.

???: Little girl, if you resist any longer, I swear that your beautiful and lovely face will be filled with blood and I can no longer say that your face is beautiful.

There were tears in Yui's eyes. She could hardly breathe. The man slowly let go of her neck and imprisoned Yui between the wall and his body. He unbuttoned Yui slowly and ran his tongue over her skin. Yui was crying non-stop and her moans were spread in the alley.

The man was enjoying these moments and lust until he felt the shadow over him. When he turned back, he saw a boy with wine-red eyes and raven-black hair staring at him with dead eyes. Seeing him, Yui looked at him with a pleading look.

Yui: Kino-kun...

Kino: You stupid man.... what the hell are you doing?

Before the man could say anything, Kino punched him hard in the face, causing his teeth to break and his face to be covered in blood. Seeing Kino's extraordinary physical strength, the man panicked and ran away without resisting.

Kino was staring at Yui's confused look. Yui tried to get up on her shaky legs and walk towards Kino.

Yui: Kino-kun... I...

*slap*

Yui's speech was stopped by a hard slap on her face. Yui's eyes were wide and her cheeks were red. Kino's slap was so hard that Yui's cheek was red. Tears flowed from Yui's eyes and Yui touched her cheek.

Kino: Silly girl.... Why did you leave the house without my permission? Don't you know how big and dangerous Tokyo is?

This was the first time Kino had spoken to Yui again in a while. Yui was shocked but happy. She was happy that Kino was talking to her again. While looking at Kino with tears in her eyes, she smiled softly, which shocked Kino.

Yui walked over to Kino and hugged him. She buried her head in Kino's chest and started crying.

Yui: *Sob*.... Kino-kun..... I'm sorry.... I'm sorry that your life was ruined because of me.... I'm sorry that you left your homeland because of me..... and I'm sorry that I made you hate me...

Surprised to hear Yui's strange words, Kino started to laugh. Yui looked at him in surprise. He hadn't laughed in a long time. Kino hugged Yui tightly. He held Yui's face with both hands and caressed her red cheek and kissed her gently.

Kino: My stupid prince..... you thought I hated you? No, you were wrong. I hated myself.

Yui: What?

Kino: I hated myself for bringing you to another city, but I didn't even have a good job with a decent income. You had to work for me and I hated myself for not being able to do anything for you.

Kino kissed Yui's red cheek again.

Kino: You are always my princess. I will never hate you. You are the only person I love more than my life.

Hearing Kino's words, Yui smiled softly and sank into his arms. They stayed in each other's warm arms for a while and drowned in each other's love.

Kino helped Yui pack her things. He took her hand and they went home together.

Yui: Kino-kun... This is our first Christmas together. Let's celebrate this Christmas together and start a new life.

Kino: My life is always with you, Yui. You are never going to leave me. I will stay by your side until the end.

Kino placed his lips on Yui's and encouraged her into a warm kiss. Their tongues intertwined and this kiss warmed their hearts on a cold Christmas night. It was a new beginning for them. Starting a new life together.

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #yui komori #komori yui #kino sakamaki #sakamaki kino #kino x yui #yui x kino #kinoyui #diabolik lovers fandom #diabolik lovers fanfic #diabolik lovers fanfiction #moni one shot #kinoyui fanfic

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andimoon · 1 year ago

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Unknown Thoughts (Part 4)

Genre: Angst / Fluff / Romance / Eventual Smut

Warnings: Um, idk for this one. Maybe be prepared to be stressed.

Work count: 2.8K

Prologue, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Finally, a letter from her beloved. Finally, after months of busyness and silence, she finally received an invitation to visit him. Baekhyun’s letters reached the Lady countless times, words of longing and contempt over their distance. And each and every word made Vivian want to run to him, to tell him everything, to embrace him and beg forgiveness for her months of silence. Her fingertips grazed over his lovely writing and released the ache in her chest into a soft hum. As much as she missed him, she knew she needed to keep on edge and that would be a difficult task when Baekhyun knew how to break down all of her walls. When everything he did left Vivian feeling like a puddle on the ground.

She would need Eloise’s support in keeping their secret. They’d done the thing her prince had told her not to do.

“No, absolutely not.” One of the rare instances where she saw genuine anger behind those black eyes. “How could you give up that much time to that woman?”

“Baekhyun, that woman saved my life. She’s the only reason I’m in front of you right now.” She was practically yelling at him and she could see the hurt takeover his face. With a steady breath, she lowered her tone, willing herself to calm down, “I can’t just let her die, especially when I have so much time to give.”

His eyebrows furrowed and his frown deepened. Vivian hated it. “So much to give? What about your time with me? Is it worthless to you?” Worthless? Her time with him was the most valuable thing in the world. Did he not see how important this was to warrant such a thing? He sat on the mattress where he’d made love to her the night before. When he had that smile plastered on his gorgeous face and the love in his eyes as he stared only at her. Her fingertips traced his cheeks as she leaned onto her knees in front of him, willing him to stare into her eyes just as he had the night before.

“My love,” she begged, “I need to save her. Please.”

That argument happened nearly a year prior and after being far too persistent she finally convinced him to meet with her closest friend. Vivian was certain that when they met he would finally realize how important it was to have Eloise in her life. “Please try to get along with her. Ellie is the closest thing I have to a sister.”

“Only for you,” was his response and yet his efforts were obvious to the lady, though the maid didn’t seem interested even as he tried to break down every wall that divided them. Eloise had always been kind and formal with everyone other than Vivian. She knew that was the way Ellie had always been, but even still, she desperately wanted her beloved and closest friend to get along with one another.

Despite the Transferring having occurred months ago, the noble couldn’t help but still wonder if Baekhyun’s prayers were the cause of the error with the procedure. His energy always had a magic within it so it couldn’t have been that far out of the range of possibility. Another deep grounding breath and she finally packed up the sweet letter along with her most valuable possessions into her smallest case.

A voice rang out from behind the door along with a soft knock, “My lady, The Duke has requested that you join him for breakfast this morning.”

“Alright, I’ll be right there.” This was fortunate timing, she’d be able to tell Kyungsoo about their change of plans. Surely he wouldn’t mind, they’d already taken away so much of his time. Kyungsoo always had so much to do, she wasn’t surprised that upon hearing of their departure he took the opportunity to return to it. The day was busy and passed quickly as a result, but Vivian kept contemplating everything that had happened. Ellie had lost most of her memories, which didn’t seem to be returning, but it was nice to see her returning to some semblance of normalcy. Perhaps since her lover and her maiden were not that close to begin with he wouldn’t notice the changes in her.

Baekhyun didn’t even know when Eloise’s last day would be, there was no way for him to know the procedure had already taken place. So it bought Vivian time to come up with the right way to tell him about it, but she knew for a fact that the news needed to come from her lips. If her prince heard about it from anyone else… She feared his reaction.

“It’ll be okay.” She reminded herself in a soft huff, smoothing her hands over the front of her gown. Eloise’s presence in the carriage made the trip bearable. Most of her stresses were successfully smothered by the time they arrive to her lover’s castle.

The lavish display was normal for Baekhyun, and the way his eyes instantly locked with hers, the utter adoration is his gaze. He was her everything, her very breath and the reason her blood flowed under her skin. The world disappeared, only his smile, his warmth in the fingertips that reached for her and held on for dear life. It had been so long she thought her soul would shatter in his absence. She longed to embrace him and never let go. “My love,” she breathed out, holding his hand just as tightly between both of hers, “it’s been so long, I’m glad to see you.”

“Why haven’t you responded to any of my letters? Did they not reach you?” His pout made her chuckle, just a second ago he was acting like a god on top of the world, and now he was complaining like that, with the press together of his pretty pink lips and the furrow of his eyebrows.

Vivian wanted to press her thumb against the little wrinkle and a small kiss to his lips. “I’m sorry, my love,” she was sure he could sense the teasing in her tone with the way his head tilted to get a better look at her, “Kyungsoo invited me to visit. I thought it would be a good opportunity for Eloise and I to get away for a little while.” His pout deepened at the mention of the other man and she tried to bite back her smile, leaning in a little closer to her lover, “So please don’t be mad, okay?” The softest huff left his chest followed by a rather dramatic sigh.

“You did enjoy your stay with The Duke?” his tone slightly mocking the title but Vivian knew that her lover adored the man just as much as she did.

“I did. It was a pleasant trip.” Now that she had her dose of the prince and was able to think clearly for a moment she risked a glance at Eloise who was a solid two meters away. Baekhyun followed her gaze and he made a small sound of confusion, a thousand thoughts flashing behind his eyes and Vivian feared her betrothed was noticing something in her maid’s demeanor.

He called out to her, using the nickname Vivian called her by. The nickname she had given him permission to use. The name he used when he tried to befriend Eloise. Vivian knew that. She knew that, but still hearing the casual words, the seriousness behind his tongue. It felt foreign. He noticed something.

He called to her again and this time Vivian silently urged her to act normal. This was okay. But Eloise’s silence was deafening. Those amber eyes downturned and the same look of surprise she had when they met with Kyungsoo. Luckily there were no tears this time, but Vivian made a mental note to talk with her when they had a chance. She needed to know what was going on inside her maiden’s brain.

The walk was long and uncomfortably awkward as they made their way to a parlor room, one that had seen a major renovation. “Wow, Baekhyun, this is incredible.” His contagious smile lit up his face and he took a seat on a gold accented couch, he patted the spot next to him but Vivian knew better than to be that close with Eloise in the room. She shot a little crunch in her nose as she sat across from him. Those black eyes and that knowing smirk on his lips left her breathless.

“We’re so behind on wedding plans, I hope you know.” Vivian almost believed him. Baekhyun loved to tease but he would never actually let anything for her fall behind schedule.

“I see,” she hummed, “this is quite serious. We really must do something about it.”

He leaned onto his knees and the look on his face told Vivian she was about to regret playing along. “I can think of a few things, Princess.” She shot him a warning. Now was not the time or place for his shameless flirting. Not when Eloise was in the room with them. The prince hummed in amusement before shifting his attention back to the woman he wasn’t supposed to be ignoring this way. In the silence they heard the way her breath came out in short huffs, Eloise’s knuckles had gone white from how tightly she held onto her skirt. Was she afraid? Perhaps it was unfair of Vivian to ask such a thing from Ellie.

His seriousness was back as he tried to get the maiden to speak again and Vivian’s heart sank. This was getting too close for comfort, if she was going to step in, it should be now before he realized anything more. “She’s been having a hard week, my love,” she tried to keep her voice as light hearted as possible, “Perhaps we should let her rest.” It wasn’t a lie so she had no reason to feel afraid, yet the seriousness behind his eyes, the slight jut of his jaw and the bob of his Adam’s apple with that forced swallow. It all had her trembling. He needed to agree. Eloise needed to step away before their secret was revealed.

Much to her relief he did. Whatever the prince had noticed, he didn’t mention it even after the maid had left them. This was the first time Vivian felt uncomfortable alone with her beloved. The nerves slammed against every bone in her body, and she smothered the feeling the instant it arose in her. “A hard week?”

“You know how straightforward Kyungsoo can be,” she was lying through her teeth and it tasted like spoiled milk on her tongue. It felt so wrong but she knew better than to admit wrongdoing. He knew. He knew she was lying and the scornful downturn of his lips left her biting her own.

“Vivian.” He used her real name. He was upset. He knew.

She masked her worry with a light hearted brush off, “I brought you gifts from our visit. We should open them.”

“Vivian,” he started again, “What happened?”

“What do you mean? The gifts? It’s been so long since I saw you, you were on my mind the entire—“

“Vivian.” He stood and in an instant he was looming over her, the anger roaring off of him in waves. He knew. It was irrefutable at this point and Viv closed her eyes, a defeated sigh leaving her lips.

“I told you,” she hadn’t done anything to be ashamed of, it was her body, her life line, her family, “I needed to save her.” No matter what he did, Vivian held onto the knowledge that he loved her. He would never hurt her. Baekhyun was silent and she saw as the anger slowly disappear behind his eyes, she watched as he sank to his knees in front of her exactly as she had done the last time they talked about this exact situation. No words were spoken as he reached for her hand, tracing those beautiful fingertips over the mark on her wrist. The ‘96’ previously edged into her skin was replaced by ‘66’ and his eyebrows dug together in pain. “My love,” she reached for his face, searching for his eyes, “It’s alright. I’m alright. I’m here, I’m alive. And that time is yours, I promise.”

After what felt like an eternity he finally let out a sound, a small breath that told her Baekhyun believed her. He trusted her and he leaned back onto his heels from his spot on the ground. “And Eloise?”

Eloise. She was different, that much was clear to everyone involved. “She,” the words got stuck in a lump at the back of her throat, “She lost her memories.” The warmth of his palm against her cheek comforted her and Vivian leaned into his touch.

“I’m sorry.” It was genuine. He felt remorse for the impossible choice he had forced her to make.

“It’ll be alright.” The same line she’d been repeating to herself for months, willing her mind to believe the words. “This is an opportunity to give her a good life. She’s worked so hard her whole life, taking care of me. It’s time I do the same for her.” His eyes lowered once more and Vivian lifted his chin, needing him to know how important this was. “I can only do that if you’re by my side. I’m stronger when you’re with me.”

He searched her gaze for a moment, licking his lips and swallowing down whatever words he wanted to say. A small nod of his head and he leaned up to kiss her, relishing in the softness of his lips against her own and her fingertips sought the feathery hair at the nape of his neck. It had been so long since she felt his warmth, the sweet love that melted from his tongue and the press of his forehead against her own. “I’m here. I’ll always be by your side.” His reassurance swelled in her chest and the relief exploded through her, her smile came naturally for the first time in months. They spent most of the day together, making up for lost time in any way they could, but Vivian knew she needed to talk to Eloise tonight.

Somehow, by the grace of some god, she managed to convince her lover to leave her alone. Surely he’d gone to bed already. Surely after the near hour she waited, the coast was clear. The need to hide her actions burrowed itself in her stomach, it felt wrong but necessary for some reason. The looming halls held no place to hide and she moved quickly, ducking around corners whenever she heard the echoes of sounds around her, and eventually Vivian arrived at her maiden’s hall. Only, she didn’t find the solidarity she anticipated, instead the prince stood at the entrance. Outwardly laughing and teasing the maiden. “You’re cute when you try to be serious.” The familiarity in his tone, the smile on his face, Vivian had never seen him react that way to anyone but her, and her heart sank. She could feel the shift in energy.

Their words blurred but Vivian could hear stifled whisper-yells from the maiden. The world around them felt heavy with infatuation and desire. And it was directed at Eloise. How could he do this to her? What had he done, exactly? And why did her chest feel like it was crumbling into a million pieces? She didn’t know how long she had stayed up against that wall. How long her mind stayed thoughtless, how long she recounted that moment in her brain. Warm hands held onto her arms, sturdy and safe, and amber eyes nervous and trembling.

“What the hell was that?” Eloise looked manic, pacing and pulling at her hair, “the prince was just here, did you see what happened?” She was speaking so fast, so agitated Vivian knew that her maiden wasn’t involved the way she initially thought. The silence was overwhelming, the pacing continued just as fast and Eloise was biting at her fingers, too engrossed in her own thoughts to say anything for far too long. Until, “I have to ask you a weird question, Vivie.” A deep breath and the maiden was sitting beside her, “Have,” holding her hands so tightly, “Have the prince and… me ever had moments like that before? Were he and I ever close?”

The look in her eyes. Not curiosity, desperation. As if her answer would mean the end of life itself. “Why are you…?” Of course they hadn’t ever been that close, Eloise didn’t… like Baekhyun’s advancements. She didn’t let him break down any walls, but she couldn’t remember him being so coy and direct, either. Had he always been that way? Vivian was trying to recall the moments when the efforts were made. It was superficial compliments and the simple nickname. Sweet smiles and courtesy he showed everyone. Where had this moment come from? But still, the fear in her maiden’s eyes was odd. As if it was so much bigger than Vivian could even comprehend.

“Vivian, I need you to listen to what I’m about to tell you,” she took a deep breath and steeled her gaze before continuing, “I’m not Eloise. I know what’s going to happen over the next year and you’re going to lose everything.”

@makemedoitlikedis @kawaii--mommy @soobadnoonecanstopher @colognedecigarette @doitsosweet @shewantsmeshesgotme @ira-itzel @nadiecomonadia @mgg-81 @scentlacigarette

#exo #baekhyun #kpop #fanfiction #angst #exo fanfic #unknown thoughts #bbh #prince baekhyun #byun baekhyun #baekhyun fanfic #exo baekhyun #baekhyun story #baekhyun angst #kinda

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tabswrites · 6 months ago

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I'm requesting an infodump! Tell me about your characters, please! 👀 (I'm not kidding; please write me an essay if you would like!)

👀 well, if you insist…Thanks for the ask! shifting into emo mode

In order of how emotional I am about them right now:

Mara: She had a finger cut off, was exiled (twice), and forced to become a coldhearted nomad all within the span of three years. The only thing that kept her going was the idea that magic would give her pain meaning. Instead, she found that the price of magic, the thing that made her feel complete, was too much. She reacted the way the exile would—poorly, and scared away the only person she wanted to be around. She has every reason to slip back into her old habits but instead she has chosen love. I’m just really proud of her.

Adrin: Oh, boy. This sad golden retriever of a man has been punishing himself for three years. He blames himself for his sister’s death and took a job he hated instead of following his dreams of becoming an explorer. When he gets wrapped up in Mara’s nonsense, he meets Hettie, a sweet angel who reminds him so much of his sister. He becomes obsessed with this “second chance” he was given, and chokes on his own savior complex. Rather than accept the support of the only other people who understand his pain, he becomes the biggest asshole ever.

Hettie: I have given this lovely lady such a hard life. Her father passed away before she was born, and her mother went into a deep depression that lasted Hettie’s entire life. She was forced to take on adult responsibilities at a very young age but saw it as a labor of love. Everyone she meets grows to love her, often to her detriment. No one treats her as a capable adult, they treat her as something delicate. As someone who always sees the best in people, it takes a lot for her to abandon her sense of trust (thanks Adrin). Unfortunately, she doesn’t see anger as an emotion she is qualified to feel and it consumes her over time.

Oliver: Ironically I hated him when I first started writing. He cut off Mara’s finger and said he was “helping”, so…he’s not sympathetic for most of the first book. He kind of floats through life without much responsibility until he is forced to interact with Mara and Adrin, two people he wronged who happen to hold grudges like pros. When he finally sees how his lack of engagement in life hurts people he decides to take responsibility and make amends. He becomes a kinder, wiser and more empathetic person while essentially being an outsider to most of the main plot.

Lasya: I haven’t written with her much yet. She’s a pretty cool chick. Her father leads The Forsaken, a bandit clan that is directly responsible for the country’s fluctuating economy. She has to take on a lot, and often neglects her own wants in favor of others. When she meets Adrin, he has lost himself in service of others and she gives him a much needed ass-kicking…multiple times. She finds a new purpose in helping the others understand the country’s complicated past with magic.

#wip: tomb of light #wip: the forest’s embrace #answered asks

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the-cryptographer · 6 months ago

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more asoiaf posting:

Something I'm really appreciating on this reread is the absolutely clueless murder mystery aspect of this first book. Like... when you're reading A Game of Thrones for the first time, you have so much more information than Eddard, you sort of feel like the answers he's coming to are a foregone conclusion. The question 'Who killed Jon Arryn?' so quickly becomes 'Why did the Lannisters killed Jon Arryn?' and we already know that motive - they're trying to cover up the fact that Cersei and Jamie are having an affair and Joff is not Robert's son. It is, of course, not until the third book, after everyone's already forgotten that we were trying to find out 'Who killed Jon Arryn?' back in the first one, that we recieve the belated answer: it was Lysa and Petyr. And /knowing/ that answer and watching Ned and Cat bumble around turning suspiciously at everyone they've already decided is a threat confirmation bias like and meanwhile entirely unaware of the actual culprits staring them in the face is *extremely* amusing.

I am unfortunately not at the chapter where Lysa herself makes an appearance. And I do remember her in general being creepy and unlikeable - and it would in fact cheapen the narrative to pretend she's not - but I think that sort of distracts a lot of readers and viewers from exactly how much Cat and Ned made their own bed here. It is in many ways Cat and Ned's romanticisation of the heteronormative and misogynistic marriage culture they are occupying that has led to them entirely overlooking the unhappiness of the people closest to them. Because their marriage match turned out happy and well, they underestimate the stress it places on people like Lysa - who is caught between two men trying to use her for their own aims (Jon and Petyr) and without even the power to assert to her father which one of the two she prefers. And Ned's continued exposing on how upstanding and beloved Jon Arryn was, despite being told he was 'gruff with his lady wife' really does not speak highly of him imho. Anymore than Cat's assumption that Lysa be untouched by resentment after all the years that have passed since their childhood together, and being forced to abort the child of the man she loved and then face countless miscarriages and childbirth issues at the hand of a much older man she clearly came to hate.

I think Ned's cluelessness is definitely thematic though. Another thing I hadn't quite put together so clearly first read, but is coming through very loud and clear. GRRM goes pretty far out of his way to establish that Ned spends his whole time in Kings Landing tightening the noose around his own throat. I am particularly enjoying the amount of prejudice he springs upon Varys for being a 'creepy eunuch' basically, though he'd of course never say it so tactlessly. He judges Varys entirely on appearance and image, and is then shocked when Varys visits him in secret having changed that appearance entirely. And another wonderful point is him cursing the fact that everyone closest to Jon who would know anything signficant about his death has skipped town, and never quite getting around to wondering if that's a fucking good reason /he/ should get himself out of town.

Also extremely fucking funny that Ned goes on this whole huge screed in his chapter about how much it offends him that this overpriced and frivalous tournament the King insisted on is being called the Hand's Tourney like it's his fault. And then within the first part of Cat's chapter she calls it the Hand's Tourney, too.

In other news, Petyr and Sansa have met, which is very exciting for me personally. Seeing this guy be a creep over his romantic obsession's daughter never fails to please me. I am paying more attention to the Hound this reread, though. And I think it was interesting Sansa's meeting with Petyr and her first significant interaction with Sandor are directly juxtaposed in the narrative. These two ships really are two sides of the same Sansa-being-taken-advantage-of-by-creepy-older-men coin. You have a witty softspoken manipulator obsessed with psychosexuality on one end, and an angry violent tox-masc guy who wants to dump his hidden manpain on you while also threatening to kill you if you let anyone know he has a softside on the other. And I think whichever you gravitate towards more does probably say something or other about what aspects of the patriarchy you find more compelling. But, yeah, idk. I don't really remember all the turns the Sandor thing takes in future books, but I am feeling like these relationships are probably best understood in relationship to one another.

First appearance of Ser Loras! Not much to say about it, but I am glad he is here. I very much enjoy the way he is juxtaposed against Jamie in later books. Am also very much enjoying him and Renly performing heteronormativity - passing out flowers to all the girls and getting all huffed up about a locket with Marg's picture. Idk, GRRM doesn't have a good track record with handling the LGBT+s given some of the stuff he pulls later, but the book does imho do a good job of not doing what the tv show did with Loras and Renly (ie. making 'gay' their only personality trait, making them a constant object of homophobic mockery, giving us uncomfortable scenes where Renly can't get it up for Marg, downplaying their dynamics with the rest of the cast, etc.)

Also there were some chapters with Jon Shnyoo. Got to meet Sam this time too. I read a good meta about Sam's relationship with gender kinda recently and it has increased my appreciation for Sam's character. But, ngl, actually reading this first Sam chapter, along with some of the stuff with Tyrion, a lot of GRRM's thesis about physically disabled and disadvantaged men being ridiculed by their hateful fathers is a bit too 'tell don't show'. Like... I wish we had gotten a version of the conversation where Sam tells Jon about his father written in actual dialogue instead of just summaried.

Yeah, ngl, I also feel like the sheer amount of attention Jon Shnyoo pays to the physical appearance of outcasts in the watch like Sam and Satin is a bit like... The options here are Jon is kinda piteously looking down on the freaks, or Jon is definitely empathising with and gay for them, or some mix of the two. But the more I think about that I wish GRRM had leaned into one of these answers because as is we just get a lot of Jon waxing poetic about how these dudes look and like, why GRRM? Tell me why?

Also got some of Tyrion. The currently most amusing thing about him is his sheer outrage about the fact that Cat outwitted him. Like he actively overshadows his outrage at having been taken prisoner with his outrage about the fact that this SHE-WOLF outplayed him. Like he is sooooo offended a woman outsmarted him. Makes his pain very amusing ngl.

#delurk reads asoiaf

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ash-and-books · 1 year ago

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Rating: 2/5

Book Blurb: Clueless meets Bridgerton in this spicy opposites-attract Regency romance from “a must-read author” (Jodi Picoult, #1 New York Times bestselling author).

Lady Vesper Lyndhurst is beautiful, clever, and popular. Afforded every luxury as a duke’s daughter, she fills her days with friends, intrigues, and a self-professed knack for matchmaking. She may have sworn off love for herself, but she is rather excellent at arranging it.

Faced with an insolvent estate, the Duke of Greydon has no choice but to return to England in a final attempt to revive his family’s fortunes. He’s been gone for years, happy to have escaped his mother and the petty circles of the ton. To his dismay, not much has changed, including the beautiful and vexing heiress next door.

But when an accident of fate traps the friends-turned-enemies in an attic together, the explosive attraction between them becomes impossible to ignore and even harder to resist. They are total opposites and their lives don’t align in the slightest, but fate, the ultimate matchmaker, appears to have other plans . . .

Review:

A new historical take on Emma featuring a matchmaker who had a crush on her ex best friend who rejected her but is back years later to ask for her help in finding a partner for his sister... yet the more time they spend together the more their own complicated feelings begin to grow. Lady Vesper Lyndhurst is beautiful, smart, and popular. She's found a passion in matchmaking but has sworn off love for herself. Her main reason for swearing off love? Her first love who so coldly rejected her and broke her heart, who just also happens to be her next door neighbor and ex best friend, Aspen, the Duke of Greydon. Aspen is reeling from the passing of his father who he knows was wrongfully put into an insane asylum by his mother and short of being declared dead himself, he has come back to look after the dukedom and find a marriage partner for his ward, but that also means coming back and facing the one woman he's been avoiding, the one woman who gets under his skin, Vesper. Aspen and Vesper had a falling out when he came back from school and found her to be popular and social and couldn't talk to her so he avoided her, making her think he hated her and so she in turn avoided him. They both think the other dislikes them and they can't help but want to argue every single time they meet. Aspen knows he shouldn't want Vesper but he can't help but want to get under her skin and keep pushing her. Vesper knows she shouldn't let herself be rejected by Aspen again but the heart wants what the heart wants. This one sounded like something I would like, I love the classic story of Emma and always adore retellings of it, yet for this one the one thing that didn't really work for me was Aspen. I never grew to like him at all, I really found him to be kind of a judgmental insufferable guy and yeah I get that he's based on Knightley but come on, at least Knightley was likable while it was hard to like Aspen. Vesper was really sweet though and I liked how much she tried to make everyone happy and was really trying her best out here. Overall it's a fun take on the classic story and I would recommend it for fans of the classic because it's always fun to read a new take on it.

*Thanks Netgalley and Forever (Grand Central Publishing), Forever for sending me an arc in exchange for an honest review*

#book review #bookish #emma retelling #never met a duke like you

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sunflower1experiment · 3 years ago

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The boys meet golden sheltered reader

Context: Reader only responds with soft grunts and has the ability to teleport, sadly she has a faint heart and if scared she won’t teleport and will hide to the closet thing she can find

Sun Wukong

“Who’s that?”

“Huh?” The monkey king turns then he gasps. “(Y/N)! What are you doing?” She turns away sadly, “Awh peaches don’t be frowny faced!” The male then offers a hand causing the girl to smile happily before hugging the male. He spun the woman around then placed her down while she composed herself carefully, “Everyone meet (Y/N), the golden sheltered.”

“OH OH I KNOW YOU!” Tang gleefully starts reading a page about her but paused when the woman hid behind Sun Wukong. “Oh right right I forgot, in her culture her people are known to hide at sudden bursts of noises, or loud noises. Forces her to go Caper.”

She peeks out then walks out while looking around and grunting to Sun Wukong. “Ah well, the lady bone demon came back.” (Y/N) frowns, “But we’ll defeat her with the three rings of fire.” She stared him down before shaking her head and making a repeated confused hum. “Mm” “hmmm.” “Mmmm.” He sighs.

“I’ll take ya with me okay hun.” She nods. “Hm Hm..” the woman walks over to MK and pats his head. “Hehe.” The woman picks the teen up then tossed him gently before twirling him around in a hug. “Awh she likes ya good. Would hate to see my wife hatin someone.”

Pigsy paused, “SHES YOUR WIFE- WHY HAVENT WE SEEN ‘ER?” The monkie kid shrugs then paused when the woman hid behind him. “That’s one reason, another is she has a faint heart, prone to get anxious will cling to me so she stays at home and waits for me to return after training the kid.” He leans into her hand while she rubs his head. “Exact reason why I married her, she’s patient with me, knows I’m a jokester-“

“Does she know you’re a manipulative liar and probably took advantage of her cuz she has the ability to teleport or somethin’!” Pigsy quirks an eyebrow then paused when the woman held Sun Wukong close. “Hm…”

“….Thanks hun.” The woman nods in agreement smooching the monkey king a couple of times.

Macaque

If she weren’t so easy to read he’d practically be struggling to comprehend the grunting.

But she was his and he was hers, what’s the problem? The problem is how they met.

Their first meet up was awkward per say to the least…terrifying. She was walking through her home, tip toeing for the sake of just trying to avoid any frightening noises. Until a shadow slowly slithered around then rises from the ground. Looking up, a soft squeak escapes her followed with a hiccup.

The shadow paused, “….Um…” she squeaks again, another hiccup. Suddenly more hiccups start to erupt: not long after he was cradling a crying woman. She wouldn’t let him go, her golden sheltered energy was to strong even though all she craved was emotionally affection.

He somehow was smitten by her beauty, which was the exact reason…as to why he took her.

Years passed the woman stood alone in silence, a small grunt escaped her while her feet taps against the grass. “Hm…Mm…”

The male’s hand soon caressed her face and she purred softly. “Hey kitten..you alright?” The woman nods. “Good good; ya missed me Hm?” She hums sadly then hugs Macaque while nuzzling into him.

“Haha I missed ya too.”

Red son

“Red son meet my friend- please be careful she has a faint heart and she’s correlated to Monkie King so I’m pretty sure he knows her.” Red son glanced at her.

“She looks like she’d faint at the sight of my flames! Please refrain from patronizing me with these pitiful things you show me- EH?” Two hands cup Red Son’s face and the woman gasps them hums softly.

“Pretty? I- I wouldn’t say pretty more like cool.” She gave MK a confused hum , shaking her head while clutching her slightly clothed hands. “Who’s pretty!?”

“(Y/N) says your eyes and hair are pretty, but then changed it to attractive.” Red son blushed madly, “We-Well no one could be as great as me! Not even Noodle Boy!” He laughs proudly.

(Y/N) claps, “Hmm!”

“Ahh…you two are perfect, silent girlfriend…Loud angry boyfriend.” The two fit the roles perfectly, except she was a silent listener. Helpful to Red son when angry.

#monkie kid #monkie kid x reader #sun wukong x reader #lmk sun wukong #lmk macaque x reader #macaque x reader #lmk red son x reader

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itsallyscorner · 4 years ago

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Baby’s First Heartbreak

pairing: marvel cast x teen!fem!reader, Scarlett Johansson x reader, Elizabeth Olsen x reader

prompt: the youngest member of the marvel cast experiences her first breakup.

warnings: not much—crying, a break up.

A/n: Tom is 19 here because this is set during Civil War. He was such a baby omg🥺

You were always a firm believer in having hope. No matter what the situation was, you knew that you had to at least try before fully giving up. You were only 18, but it was the mindset you grew up with. You were taught to face things with bravery and confidence, you faced things head to head with all your might. Though some things never went the way you planned, you were still the ray of sunshine you were, all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, eager to learn and explore the world.

You had the same mindset going into your first relationship. Love was something you’ve always wanted to experience. Sure, you received it from your friends and family. But you wanted the different kind of love. The special one that was shared between two people. The one that made your heart skip a beat and made you breathless. Where staring into that special someone’s eyes felt like you were being transported into another world where it was just the two of you.

You’ve found that kind of love in a boy from your hometown. The two of you had been friends since pre-k, growing up along side each other, and being there for each other’s success and failures. You’ve known him all your life but the feelings didn’t come till sophomore year of high school. It all just clicked all of sudden; that one day where he said you looked cute in his jumper and the next moment you knew you were seeing him in a new light. Junior year, you were both beating around the bush; constantly pining over each other with longing stares and fingers always brushing against each other. Though you didn’t see him all the time due to your job as an actress. You spent half of the school year in your hometown and the rest at Atlanta. Of course he knew of your job and as much as he hated to see you go, he knew you were doing something that made you happy. So he spent as much time as he could with you before your time together came to an end. A few days prior to your flight to Atlanta, under the night sky of your backyard, he admitted his feelings for you. By senior year, the two of you had been dating for half a year. It had been the best moments of your life, you were in love and high on happiness, it was like nothing in life could ever go wrong.

Now here you were, in your trailer on the set of Captain America: Civil War, sobbing you eyes out. You knew loving could hurt, but not this much. You still felt your heart skip a beat, but it was clenching in heartache. You were still breathless, but because you’ve been trying to catch your breath after every sob that wracked your body. You felt broken. The boy you loved had ripped your heart out of your chest and threw it onto the floor, stomping on it till it stopped beating.

You hiccuped as you stared at yourself in the mirror. You were nothing but a fool. A fool who had hope in something that was never going to work. You sniffled as you snatched tissues out of the box on your bathroom sink, dabbing the material onto your eyes and blowing your nose. Your eyes were red and your cheeks were puffy. A sigh of frustration releases from your body. There was no way you could walk onto set without people asking you what was wrong.

You debated asking your assistant to ask your designated makeup artist to do your makeup in your trailer, you didn’t want to be a bother. But your thumbs were already shamefully typing away the request on your phone. A few minutes later Eleanor, your makeup artist on set, arrives at your trailer with her supplies in hand.

She doesn’t directly question you, but she has the look of a concerned mother once she sees your face. You lie to her and tell her you weren’t having a good day and chalked it up to being homesick.

You dreaded going on set. You weren’t sure if you could face anyone without bursting into tears. The moment you felt like you were okay, your heart would clench, reminding you of the ache it was feeling.

You were in your costume, sitting on the sidelines of the set while you rehearsed your lines. The dialogue from the script acted as a distraction from the current pain you were feeling. The tears had stopped but your eyes felt dry, making you blink multiple times to keep them wet.

“Hey, sweetheart.” You look up and meet the stunning blue eyes of Chris Evans. That typical goofy smile of his was etched onto his features. Usually you would reciprocate that smile, but today you just couldn’t find it in your heart to do so. His smile falters when he sees your face.

“Morning.” You greet him, forcing a smile. Concern shadows on his face as he shifts a bit closer to you. “You alright?” He asks, eyes softening at you. Being the youngest of all the Avengers cast members, everyone had a soft side for you. Especially Chris, who saw you as a daughter.

“Y-yeah, I’ve just got—allergies.” You lied, another fake smile forcing itself onto your lips.

“Well have you taken something to help your allergies? Do you need Allegra? Claritin or something?” He looked around ready to call one of the runners on set to get you some meds.

“No! I took some already, a few minutes ago! It probably hasn’t kicked in yet.” You tell him. He eyes you reluctantly, not knowing if he should believe you. He decides to let it pass and nods, “Ok, tell me if you need anything though.”

You hum in response and tilt your head down back to your script.

The day goes on and everyone had caught on to your lack of—being you. The infamous smile everyone knew you by was barely on your face. You didn’t crack jokes with Anthony or share a giggle with Elizabeth. Instead you were quiet, a frown was on your face as you stared blankly at the floor. You didn’t interact with anybody, keeping to yourself and walking off set whenever one of the Russos called cut.

Anthony and Sebastian watched as you walked off the set. You have all finished a sequence of the airport scene and the Russos had given everyone a break while they rewatched the scenes they shot. Anthony’s brows furrowed while he watched your figure go further and further away. He had tried to cheer you up, telling you a joke about how Seb’s arm lube kept leaking out his fake arm. Your response was nothing but a fake laugh—it wasn’t even a fake laugh, more like a huff of laughter.

“She didn’t laugh at my joke.” Anthony thought aloud. Sebastian quirked an eye at his friend, “Does she have to laugh at all your jokes?”

“No, but even if I tell her a corny ass joke, she’ll still laugh at it.” He expressed, throwing his arms up. Sebastian’s lip pouted as he thought back to your behavior on set. You were acting unusual. He turns to Tom (Holland) and asks, “Hey, has (y/n) said anything to you? Like anything bothering her?”

The Brit shakes his head, “Um, nope. Besides filming, I haven’t spoken to her today.”

Anthony crosses his arms, approaching Tom, “Have you tried speaking to her? We’ve been trying to figure out what’s been going on with her today and you’re the closest to her age here.”

“I—I tried to talk to her, but she didn’t seem in a talking mood. I thought I was bothering her so I just stopped.” Tom answered. He gestures to the direction of the trailers, “I could check up on her right now? Maybe I’ll get her one of her favorite snacks from crafties, it might cheer her up.”

Half of a smile makes it way onto Sebastian’s face at the boy’s efforts. Though you were clearly upset and he felt like they were all prodding at your privacy. “Maybe we should give her some time alone.”

Tom frowns at the older man, “But (y/n)’s upset. Shouldn’t we do something?” Anthony agrees with Tom and looks at Sebastian.

Seb raises his hands up in defense, “I’m just saying—maybe she wants to be alone. She went back to her trailer away from everybody. She probably doesn’t want us shoving our noses into her business, we should respect that.”

Chris joins the group along with Scarlett and Elizabeth. He had overhead the group talking and urged the two ladies to join him in on the conversation.

“You guys talking about (y/n)?” Chris asks, hands on his waist.

“Yeah, Seb says we should leave her be.” Anthony fills him in.

“She told me she had allergies.” Chris starts. “She’s an amazing actress, but kid’s gotta work on the lying.” He finishes. Elizabeth and Scarlett glance at each other.

“Well has anyone talked to her at all today? Besides Chris?” Elizabeth asked the group. Everyone shakes their head. Elizabeth sighs while looking around at anyone else who could’ve talked to you. She spots Eleanor hanging along the sides with her makeup belt on, ready for touch ups. Elizabeth calls her over. Eleanor has her brush ready to powder her down, but Elizabeth politely declines.

“You do (y/n)‘s makeup right?”

Eleanor nods, “Yeah, I do.”

“How was she this morning? We’re just a bit concerned since she’s been acting different today.” Eleanor sighs, knowing if she told them it would be an invasion of your privacy. Although, they were all concerned for you and so was she.

“I got a text from her assistant telling me to do her makeup in her trailer today.” She began. “I walked in and her eyes were red, cheeks puffy—“

Chris apologizes and interrupts her, “Because of allergies?”

Eleanor shakes her head, “No, she never mentioned anything about allergies. But she looked like she’s been crying. She was wiping her face when I arrived.”

“Did she give you a reason for why she was crying?” Scarlett questions her.

“She told me she was feeling homesick.” Eleanor answered. Scarlett turned to Chris and shared a look. Elizabeth thanks Eleanor then turns back to the group.

“We need to check up on her.” Anthony says. All the men nodded and began to make their way to your trailer. Suddenly, they were stopped by Scarlett and Elizabeth.

“But (y/n)—“ Tom said pointing to the trailers. Scarlett shakes her head, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“Lizzie and I will go. You guys are gonna overwhelm her with all your questions.” Scarlett insists, much to the men’s dismay. They wanted to be there for you, but maybe a mother figure might help you open up with what’s bothering you. They agree and let the two women go to your trailer. Before they can get to you, they get some snacks from crafties for you.

As soon as you shut the trailer’s door behind you, the tears welled up in your eyes again. It only took a matter of seconds until they fell from your eyes and down your cheeks. You heard some people walk by outside and cover your mouth to muffle the whimpers that came out your mouth. You slid down the door and shoved your head into your hands. You leaned forward against your knees as you cried into your arms. You felt pathetic, embarrassed, anger; you were feeling so many things and the only way to let them all out seemed to be crying.

They heard your cries from behind the door. Scarlett sends Elizabeth an alarmed look as she rushes up to your door. She knocked on it repeatedly, causing you to jump from behind the door. Your cries come to a stop while you try to wipe away the tears as best as you can.

“(Y/n), honey, please open the door.” You hear Scarlett say. You remain silent, getting up and dusting your legs off. You stare at the door, debating whether you should open it or not.

“(Y/n), everyone’s worried about you. We just want to help.” Another voice coaxes you behind the door. Elizabeth. “Please let us in.”

Outside, the two women had their ears pressed up against your trailer’s door. Scarlett tries to get you to open the door again, “It’s only me and Lizzie. I promise.”

There was some shuffling heard behind the door. The door pushes open slowly, making Scarlett and Elizabeth back away. A worried expression appears on Scarlett’s face once she sees you. She cups your cheeks, her thumbs gently swiping away some tears that fell from your eyes. The two of them shuffle inside your trailer. You burst out into tears once again when Scarlett wraps her arms around you. She moves you both to sit on the couch that was in your trailer. She lets you shove your head into the crook of her neck while her hands smoothed your hair. Elizabeth sits behind you rubbing circles onto your back. Your cries broke both their hearts. You were a fairly happy girl, to see you in such pain and heartache was hard to watch.

Scarlett rocks you back and forth, trying to calm you down by whispering comforting words into your ear. She presses a motherly kiss onto your forehead once she sees you start to calm down. Elizabeth waits patiently beside you waiting for when you’re ready to talk. When your whimpers turned into hiccups, Scarlett pulls your face away from her neck to look at you. She frowns when she sees your tear stained cheeks.

“Are you going to tell us what’s going on or are you going to keep bottling it up to yourself?” She asks you softly, tucking strands of your hair behind your ears. Elizabeth chimes in from behind you, “You know, sometimes it helps to tell others what’s bothering you. You don’t have to keep it to yourself, (y/n), you could talk to us.” She gathers your hair together, splitting it into two parts as she began to fish tail braid your hair.

You take a moment to compose yourself before eyeying the two women. You knew you could trust them. Scarlett was like your on-set mom and Lizzie was like one of your aunts. If you could tell anyone on set what was going on, it would be them.

“He broke up with me.” You confess, eyes trained on your lap. Lizzie’s fingers stop braiding your hair, “What?”

“Peyton, he broke up with me.” You whined, not wanting to say it again. You fiddle with your fingers while a tear falls to your lap.

“Oh honey.” Scarlett cooes pulling you back into her chest. You sniffle and wrap your arms around her torso. Silently crying into her shoulder.

“Did he give you a reason why?” Lizzie asks softly. You move away from Scarlett’s hold and lean against the couch with your knees to your chest. Lizzie wraps an arm around your shoulder for comfort.

You glanced at your phone that was on the coffee table, “H-he texted me earlier this morning. He said he couldn’t do the long distance thing anymore and that he has feelings for somebody else.”

Anger flashes in Scarlett’s eyes, “He broke up with you over a text message?” You nod in response.

“What a dick.” She mutters glaring at your phone. It’s quiet for a few minutes. Until you ask them, “Am I not worth trying for a long distance relationship?”

Lizzie shakes her head, “No, don’t you ever think that because you are.”

You sigh and throw your head back, “Then why did he break up with me? Is there something wrong with me? Am I not pretty enough?” Scarlett interrupts your questions by shushing you.

“There is not a damn thing wrong about you. Don’t you ever let a man, let alone a boy, make you question your worth.” Scarlett advises you a stern look on her face. “You are the most sweetest and loveliest girl I have ever met in my life. You’re kind, you care about the people around you—you even laugh at Anthony’s stupid jokes.”

Lizzie snorts beside you and squeezes your shoulder, “And his jokes are the worst.”

Scarlett continues, “You are a talented young woman already making it big in the movie industry and you did it all on your own. You are beautiful inside and out. You’re perfect, there’s nothing wrong with you.”

“Then why did he leave me?”

“Because he’s an idiot that doesn’t know your worth.” Lizzie answers resting her head on your shoulder. “I know it hurts now but these things happen for a reason. He wasn’t meant for you and you weren’t meant for him. Maybe somewhere in the future you guys will meet and try again. Or maybe you’ll move on with someone new. That’s just how it is. It may sound harsh, but it’s the truth.”

Scarlett nods at Lizzie, “Take it from me, I’ve been married twice. When it seems like you found that special person, sometimes it’ll all come crashing down. And it’s not an easy thing to go through. It’s full of pain, heartache, self doubt and a bunch of other heart wrenching things. But in the end you come out a stronger version of yourself.”

You stare at Scarlett, “How did you do it?”

Scarlett softly smiles at you, “Well, I had lots of friends who supported me every step of the way. But most importantly, I valued myself. I did things that made me happy and took care of myself mentally and physically.”

You bite your lip in thought as you stare at the ground.

“Listen to me.” Scarlett urges you, “You’re young, (y/n). You’re going to meet so many more people in the future that’ll bring you so much happiness and love in your life. Don’t beat yourself up over one boy who decided to leave you because he wasn’t committed for a long distance relationship. You’re going to be okay.” She assures you, cradling your face. Your lips form into a tight smile while you nod in response.

“You have us and the rest of the people outside of this trailer to support you. We’ll always have your back, whatever it is, I promise you that. You’re not going to go through this by yourself.” Lizzie promises you, taking your hand into hers. You hum and rest your head on her shoulder. You pull on Scarlett’s arm to join you and Lizzie. She chuckles and hugs you from behind.

“Thank you guys.” You whisper, genuinely grateful that you had them in your life. Lizzie pecks your temple, “Anytime darling.”

#marvel #marvel cast x reader #marvel cast x teen!reader #mcu #avengers #chris evans #chris evans x reader #chris evans imagines #Scarlett Johansson #Scarlett Johansson x reader #elizabeth olsen x reader #avengers x reader #avengers x teen!reader #Tom Holland #Sebastian Stan #anthony mackie #tom holland x reader #sebastian stan x reader #anthony mackie x reader

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roroswitherose · 3 years ago

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WHO DO YOU LOVE

SUMMARY: Taeyong is in love with y/n, his best friend since middle school. When his other best friend Doyoung finally meets y/n, Taeyong notices that Doyoung is slowly falling in love with y/n just like he did.

PAIRING(S): Best friend! Taeyong x Female Reader, Doyoung x Female Reader.

GENRE: Angst, Fluff, College AU?, Best friends to lovers, Love triangle.

WARNINGS: swearing, mentions of alcohol, kissing

WORD COUNT: 17,627

read note at the end Plz :D

and tysm for all the love in the master list!!

Taeyong used to think having his two best friends being close would be easier, more fun.

Instead of having to plan dinners without one of them, they could eat together or not having to stress when he plans to go to pottery classes with y/n but forgets that he's supposed to binge watch the new dramas on netflix with doyoung, which has happened to many times already.

But now he's starting to regret trying so hard for them to be friends as he watches doyoung smile and nod his head along to the story y/ns telling him. Tonight is the 4th night they are having dinner as the three of them and Taeyong can't help but feel a little jealous that neither of them has paid that much attention to him especially y/n.

He knew they would get along but not this much, there wasn't even a chance for him to say something from their constant laughs and conversation jumping from one topic to another. y/n's plate was still almost full of dumplings and the food was served to them 20 minutes ago, normally she would be almost done or done even.

“ It happened out of nowhere I honestly felt a little bad but me and taeyong couldn't stop laughing in the back” Y/n laughs taking a sip of her drink smiling when doyoung throws his head back in laughter.

“ Right tae?” y/n smiles softly nudging his leg under the table.

“ Huh? What were you saying? '' Taeyong questions looking up from the dumpling he's been poking with his chopsticks for the past 6 minutes.

“ About that one time you guys were at that pottery class and that lady pressed too hard and her clay flew off the wheel and hit the wall” Doyoung chuckles, shoving a dumpling in his mouth.

Y/n looks over Taeyong's slumped shoulders as he leans back against the red booth seats, a faint frown on his face.

“ You okay?” Y/n questions slightly worried.

“ yeah im okay just a little tired” Taeyong says giving her a fake smile before looking at doyoung who's sitting in front of him.

“ But yeah it was hilarious everyone was so shocked the lady even glared back at me and y/n for laughing so much” Taeyong smiles at the memory.

“ Yeah that sounds fun, That sounds like something that would happen to mark” Doyoung laughs thinking about the look that would be on his and taeyongs friends' face.

“ That is totally something that would happen to mark” Y/n laughs along with him.

“ you know mark” Doyoung questions leaning back in his seat.

“ Yeah i met him like a year ago” Y/n smiles thinking about that time her and taeyong ran into him at a restaurant that they went to, to celebrate her passing her business exam.

“ I feel like i'm the only one of taeyong's friends that you haven't met until a few weeks ago” Doyoung pouts, crossing his arms glaring playfully at taeyong.

“ I haven't met haechan” Y/n clarified hoping to make him feel better.

“ For good reasons” Taeyong teases, just thinking about y/n and haechan being in the same room gives him a headache from how loud they would be.

“ Yeah that's smart” Doyoung jokes while looking at the time on his phone.

“ It's pretty late, I should get home, I have rehearsals tomorrow” Doyoung smiles sadly, hating that he has to leave.

“That's okay i have an early shift tomorrow i should be getting home two” Y/n sighed moving to stand up so doyoung can slide out of the booth.

“ don't worry i got it” Taeyong smiles seeing Doyoung pull out his wallet.

“ Are you sure?” Doyoung questions pulling his keys out of his pocket.

“ Yeah don't worry about it, good luck tomorrow” Taeyong smiles slightly, getting up to hug him goodbye.

“ Thank you, i'll see you guys later” Doyoung smiles, waving them goodbye before walking to the door.

“ ready to go?” Y/n questions making taeyong look away from Doyoung’s disappearing form.

“ Yeah let me go pay real quick,” Teayong nods, patting her arm before walking over to pay. Y/n laughs to herself grabbing his backpack from the seat that he forgot before following after him.

“ Thank you for dinner” Y/n smiles while putting on her seat belt after Taeyong gets in the car.

“ I've been paying for our meals for the past 4 years, you don't have to keep on thanking me” Taeyong chuckles pulling out of the parking lot, turning down the radio that immediately came on.

“ You're such a gentleman” Y/n teases leaning back in the seat looking out the window at the passing cars.

“ I'm glad you finally noticed,” Taeyong smirks, glancing at her.

“ Don't be silly i've always known that you're a gentleman” she promised turning her head to watch him drive, he just glances back at her giving her a smile.

“ I know,” he mumbles. After a few minutes of comfortable silence yln decides to break it.

“ I'm sorry”

“ For what?” Taeyong asks, stopping at the red light turning to look at her.

“ I barely paid any attention to you tonight, I'm sorry” Y/n frowns seeing him turn to look at the red lights.

“ It's okay, doyoung is pretty awesome, it's hard to not pay attention to him, '' Taeyong sighs, squeezing the steering wheel.

“ But youre awesomer to me” Y/n pouts trying not to smile at the weird word.

“ I'm pretty sure that's not a real word” Taeyong laughs, turning to look at her feeling his breath hitch at how pretty she looks with the red light reflecting on her face.

“ You're so awesome I made you your own word” Y/n laughs along with him.

“ Whatever you say” he chuckles, facing the road when the light turns green.

“ See such a gentleman” Y/n teases with a smirk on her face.

“ Sorry i can't hear you over the music” Taeyong smirks, turning up the radio. She just gasps dramatically before looking out the window smiling at the sound of Taeyong singing along to the song but sadly before he could finish singing to the song he was pulling into her apartment complex.

“ We're here” Taeyong says, bringing her out of her thoughts, turning down the music.

“ Noo i wanna hear you sing” y/n pouts looking at him smiling as he looks away in embarrassment.

“ I'll sing to you another time, it's late and you have work in the morning” Taeyong promises.

y/n just sighs loudly taking off her seat belt grabbing her book bag from the back seat.

“ don't remind me” she frowns looking over his face tilting her head in confusion when he takes off his seatbelt to turn off the car.

“ What are you doing?” she interrupts

“ I'm going to walk you to your apartment, '' he says, like it's the most obvious thing.

“ Don't worry about it tae my apartment is right there” she smiles pointing to her apartment that's in eye sight from his car. Taeyong just sighs knowing that she won't back down.

“ Okay, just text me when you get inside” Taeyong nods, causing y/n to giggle and shake her head.

“ you can see me walk inside tho”

“ Y/n please, just do it” Taeyong sighs with a worried look on his face. Y/n smiles and opens her door getting out of the car.

“ Okay i will '' she smiles, closing the door knowing that he's going to roll down the window.

“ get some sleep okay?” Taeyong says loudly looking at her with a worried smile.

“ I will but only if you do” she promises, knowing that he's probably going to stay up for a few more hours.

“ Okay i will” He promises. Y/n smiles, turning to walk to her door, turning around to blow him a kiss, smiling when she hears his laughter from his car before making her way up the stairs and into her apartment after unlocking it.

Taeyong smiles fondly, turning on his car watching as she walks inside safely. Taeyong turns up the radio grinning when he hears y/n's favorite song play. Taeyong waits for a few moments humming along to the song. Taeyong pulls his phone from the cup holder when he hears it goes off , seeing a text from y/n.

y/n <3: i'm inside and safe,drive home safely i'll text you in the morning goodnight tae <333

Taeyong smiles quickly texting her back, putting his phone in the cupholder before driving home singing along to the song on the radio with a grin on his face, the smell of y/ns perfume his favorite smell still in the air.

“ No I disagree, I'm happy they didn't end up together” Y/n argues while looking at the credits of the movie they just finished. Doyoung gasps, turning to look at her with wide eyes.

“ They were meant to be! He left his family's fortune for her” Doyoung says loudly, shoving the popcorn in his mouth.

“ He only left because he saw how happy she was with the other guy! He was selfish and didnt think of her feelings. Then he literally proposed to her in front of her boyfriend after crashing their date!” Y/n complained, shaking her head at the actions of the male lead.

“ He cried while proposing to her, It was romantic!” Doyoung exclaimed, trying to convince the girl.

“ tae please tell your friend that he's wrong” Y/n whines looking up at taeyong who's quietly laughing at their banter about the highly cringy movie they just finished.

“ I..I actually agree with doyoung” he laughed making doyoung laugh loudly while y/n quickly sat up from leaning against his side looking at him in disbelief.

“ Please tell me you're joking” Y/n sassed only making them laugh harder from how serious she got over the movie. Seeing that both of them were still laughing, obviously joking, y/n scoffs playfulling standing up.

“ I'm going to get my ice cream and i'm not sharing” Y/n smirks putting her blanket on taeyongs lap before going to taeyongs kitchen getting her ice cream and 3 spoons knowing that they will want some and that she will end up sharing.

“ What genre do you guys want now? ” Doyoung asks loudly so y/n can hear from the kitchen scrolling through the movies on the tv while taeyong wraps himself up in y/n’s blanket laying his head back.

“ Hmm, maybe action or horror? I don't think I can watch another drama” Y/n smiles walking back into the dimly lit living room where the trio has spent all day watching movies and playing board games.

“ I don't know” Doyoung winces, not liking the sound of a horror movie.

“ Don't be scared doyoung me and taeyong will protect you” Y/n laughs sitting between them crossing her legs stealing back her blanket from taeyong making him pout and look at her side profile while she stares at the tv.

“ That doest make me feel better” Doyoung chuckles, leaning back against the couch. Even though he's against it he still pulls up horror movies.

“ I heard that was a good one” Taeyong yawns pointing at the movie leaning his head on y/n's shoulder.

“ Sounds good to me” Y/n smiles, opening the lid of her ice cream. Doyoung sighs but turns on the movie also leaning his head on y/n's shoulder.

Y/n smiles looking down at both of the boys pulling the 3 spoons out of her hoodie pocket handing them one each.

“ thank you” Taeyong whispers, kissing her cheek. Y/n blushes and leans her head back focusing on the movie that's starting.

It was half way through the movie and both of the boys had wide eyes holding onto y/n's arm in fear at the movie. The ice cream is now melting in the carton on the table. After doyoung almost knocked the ice cream out of her hands at a jump scare y/n decided it was better to have it on the table.

“ taeyong i can't feel my arm” Y/n whispers looking down at her scared best friend who's squeezing her arm tightly watching the screen with wide eyes.

“ Oh I'm sorry” Taeyong says quickly, letting go of her arm slightly, not looking away from the tv.

Y/n smiles and looks over at doyoung who's hiding the bottom half of his face in her blanket also holding onto her arm. It's been 5 months since y/n met doyoung and the three of them were closer than ever, going out to dinner, going to karaoke and having weekly movie nights at taeyongs….She was happy, She was happy that taeyong introduced doyoung to her.

“ Ahhh!” Both Boys shout making y/n flinch and sit up. The sound of them yelling pulled her out of her thoughts.

“ What! What happened” Y/n panicked pausing the movie.

“ Okay i'm done lets watch a different movie” Doyoung begged putting his hand on his chest feeling his fast heartbeat, trying to calm himself from the jumpscare.

“ yeah i agree i would be laughing at doyoung because of his girly scream if i wasn't shaking in fear” Taeyong frowns lifting his hand to show them his shaking hand. Y/n frowns, grabbing his hand to hold, rubbing her thumb over the top.

“ I didn't scream like a girl” Doyoung scoffs glaring at Taeyong who just smirks and lays his head back on y/n's shoulder.

“ You kinda did” Y/n laughs looking at doyoung who pouts and lays back against the couch closing his eyes feeling tired from the long day of watching movies and arguing with taeyong while they play board games.

Y/n smiles and moves his hair out of his eyes, missing the way he blushes at her touch before laying her head on top of taeyongs.

“ Let's make a bed in here and we can finish that animation” taeyong says tiredly thinking about the last sleepover they had,It was the first time the three of them had a sleepover together and they still wanted to watch movies and since the tv in taeyongs room wasn't working they decided to just sleep in the living room instead of sharing his bed.

Y/n was used to sleeping in taeyongs very comfortable bed so she was very excited about the three of them having a sleepover over in the living room.

“ Okay i'll get the blankets you guys move the table” Y/n says excitedly quickly getting off the couch and skipping over to the closet down the hallway that has literally everything in it.

The two boys smile at how happy she got moving the table to the side.

“ y/n” Taeyong whines, grabbing the melted ice cream that leaked a little on the table. Doyoung turns to look at him wondering what the sudden outburst was for and he can't help but laugh seeing the annoyed look on his face as he holds the carton.

Y/n walks quickly into the living room at the sound of her name being called, almost falling over at how heavy the blankets are that she's holding.

y/n pulls the blankets lower down so she can see over them before smiling innocently at her best friend who's staring at her with an annoyed look she almost smirks when she notices the side of his lips lifting up hinting that he's trying not to smile.

“ You made a mess” taeyong whines trying to not smile at how cute she looks holding the several blankets.

y/n huffs putting the blankets on the couch before turning to look at him putting her hands on her hips.

“ It's not my fault, I couldn't get up because you were holding onto me so tightly because you were scared of the movie” Y/n teases.

“ That's just not true” Taeyong scoffed, turning to glare at doyoung who chuckled knowing that it's true.

“ And plus doyoung was the one who took the last bite so he should have put it away” Y/n accused pointing at the smiling boy who's laying down the blankets.

“ Hey don't bring me into this,” Doyoung laughs.

“ It's rule 35! If you take the last bite you have to put it away” y/n sighs pretending to be disappointed at him.

“ How am I supposed to remember 46 rules when you guys haven't even told me all of them? '' Doyoung whines remembering how the two of them told him about rules they have for their friendship that's kept their friendship alive.

“ There's 48” taeyong reminds him.

“ You know what I mean,” Doyoung shouts, annoyed, making the other two laugh.

“ Yes we do,” Taeyong laughs, walking into the kitchen to put away the melted ice cream.

“ Now let's hurry up, I'm tired” Y/n smiles while holding up a blanket.

The trio spends the next 5 minutes making the bed on the floor before they all settle down on the floor.

“ Mmm comfy” Y/n smiles, laying in between them looking at the dark ceiling. The only light is the animation that Taeyong put on.

They end up watching the rest of the 20 minutes of the movie before they decide to turn off the movie to get some sleep.

“ What's rule 47?” Doyoung asks, breaking the silence. Taeyoung tenses up at the question pulling the blanket up to his chin staring at the ceiling.

“ don't fall in love with your best friend” Y/n yawns closing her eyes feeling herself start to drift off.

“ Oh” doyoung whispers to himself thinking about the answer she gave him.

“ Goodnight” Doyoung mumbles, closing his eyes. y/n just hums in response to tired to answer.

Taeyong doesnt answer he just turns around his back facing y/n as he looks into the dark with a frown on his face thinking about the stupid rule him and y/n made in middle school, if only his younger self knew that he would end up falling in love with his best friend and that it would be easier if he never made that stuped rule at all but soon he falls asleep thinking about scenarios if the rule never existed.

y/n groans quietly turning over, opening her eyes and sitting up seeing that it was still dark meaning that it was still night time. Y/n reaches her hand back grabbing her phone off the couch, wincing when the light hits her eyes, sighing when she sees its 2 in the morning.

y/n decides that she should drink some water to cure her dry throat before laying back down.

Y/n frowns in confusion after she sees the doyoung is not laying down. Y/n shrugs it off thinking that he's probably in the bathroom or curing his own dry throat.

She quietly walks into the kitchen carefully so she wont wake Taeyong up from his peaceful sleep.

Y/n sees Doyoung leaning against the counter with his phone and a glass of water in his hands, the light from his phone reflecting onto his tired face. As if he felt her stare he quickly turns to look at her.

“ I'm sorry did i wake you” Doyoung frowns suddenly feeling sorry at the thought of waking her up because he couldn't stop tossing and turning all night because he couldn't stop thinking about her.

“ No you didnt dont worry, I'm just thirsty as well” She smiles tiredly, pouring herself a glass of water carefully so that she doesn't spill, the only light coming from the oven light.

“ Let me guess the scary movie kept you up” Y/n teases taking a sip of the water, leaning against the counter next to him, their shoulders almost touching.

“ Surprisingly it didn't” Doyoung chuckles quietly, chugging the rest of his water before putting the glass in the sink.

“ What about you? Did the movie keep you up” Doyoung wonders.

“ Oh no i was just thirsty and i noticed you weren't next to me” Y/n smiles tiredly rubbing at her eyes.

“ Thank you for inviting me tonight,” Doyoung mumbles, breaking the silence. Even though she can only see half of his face from the light she looks up at him with a smile.

“ No need to thank me, you're always welcome” Y/n smiles hitting his shoulder with hers making him chuckle and cross his arms over his chest.

“ I appreciate it, i just don't want to be messing up you and taeyongs time you know” Doyoung rambles rubbing the back of his neck.

“ don't say that” Y/n starts setting down her glass before moving to stand in front of him.

“ Taeyong wants you here….we both do” Y/n says quietly at the end looking up at him.

“ You do?” Doyoung whispers, standing straight from leaning against the counter, looking down at her. Y/n blushes under his gaze, her hands playing with the ends of taeyongs hoodie she's wearing, nodding her head.

“ Yeah….isn't it a little obvious” Y/n jokes quietly causing doyoung to laugh quietly and lean closer to her.

“ No it is, especially when we're watching movies and you're glancing at me every 3 minutes” Doyoung smirks thinking about the many times he's noticed her looking at him, and he thought he was obvious.

“ That's not true” Y/n whines hitting his arm embarrassed that she's been caught.

“ It's pretty obvious,” Doyoung teases, gently moving a strand of y/n's hair out of her eyes. Y/n eyes widen when he doesn't move his hand from her cheek. Y/ns breath hitching when doyoung leans closer.

“ Can I kiss you?” Doyoung whispers his eyes looking into hers. Y/n nods letting out a small yes closing her eyes when doyoung leans closer closing the gap between them,kissing her gently moving his hand to her hip pulling her closer.

Doyoung pulls away from the kiss resting his forehead on hers. Even though the kiss didn't last long it still left them breathless. Y/n blushes and moves back a little holding the hand that was once on her hip.

“ I'm going to head back to bed” Y/n whispers, squeezing his hand looking up at him to see him smiling.

“ Okay don't wait up for me” Doyoung whispers, letting go of her hand.

“ Are you not coming?”

“ I'll be there in a few minutes i'm just gonna get another glass of water” Doyoung rambles knowing that he's going to need a few moments to himself before he can go back to laying next to her and taeyong suddenly feeling a little guilty about kissing her while taeyong is in the other room sleeping.

“ Okay...Goodnight Doyoung” Y/n smiles before quietly walking into the living room and laying down staring up at the ceiling, her thoughts running wild that she just kissed doyoung well doyoung kissed her. Soon she was falling asleep.

“ Y/n..y/n wake up” Taeyong yawns, shaking her shoulder trying to wake her up.

“ No leave me alone” Y/n groans, pushing his hand away covering her face with the blanket. Taeyong chuckles and pulls the blanket back smiling when he sees her small pout and her hair in her face.

“ Y/nnnn doyoung is making breakfast so id get up if i were you he makes killer pancakes” He says cheerfully moving her hair from her face.

“ I'm gonna kill you if you don't leave me alone” y/n says in a fake cheerful voice opening her eyes to look up at him.

“ I'll make you a plate” Taeyong chuckles, patting her head,making her groan and swat at his hand before he walks into the kitchen.

Y/n sighs and sits up from the makeshift bed grabbing her phone off the couch fighting the urge to scream at taeyong for waking her up so early on a saturday, when it shows that it's 9am.

“ I'm actually serious this time. I'm definitely killing yo-” Y/n starts but cuts herself off as she sees the pancakes and the assorted fruit on the counter when she walks into the kitchen.

“ Hmm nevermind i think doyoung saved you” She smiles shoving a few blueberries in her mouth making doyoung laugh and look back at her from his spot in front of the pancake mix.

Noticing his stare she smiles and looks away moving to help taeyong set up the table, the memories of last night making her feel flustered.

“ So Some of me and doyoung’s friends are having a party tonight. Do you wanna go?” Taeyong asks y/n as they all sit down at the table. Y/n looks up from her plate of pancakes and looks at taeyong with a surprised look.

“ You never invite me to your friends' parties” Y/n reminds him glancing at doyoung who has a surprised look on his face also surprised that he invited her.

“ Thats for good reasons but this party is gonna be different so do you wanna go” taeyong asks, shoving his mouth with the pancakes making doyoung and y/n cringe at the image.

“ Yeah I'll come. When are we leaving? I want to go back to mine to get ready” Y/n smiles excitedly.

“ It's at 7 so we’ll most likely head over at 7:30 so we still have all day” Doyoung answered while Taeyong pulls his phone out to text Johnny that they're coming.

“ Actually I was thinking of going home early. I have a few things to do before tonight” Y/n smiles, taking a big sip of the orange juice Taeyong poured her.

“ What why you promised that you-” Taeyong starts

“ I also said i would go to that party with you” Y/n cuts him off making him pout and lean back in his chair.

“ I have to head back to my place soon, I can drop you off if you'd like,” Doyoung offers, smiling slightly at her.

“ That would be great thank you” Y/n smiles nodding her head looking down at her pancakes.

“ Wow, so you're both leaving me? '' Taeyong whines, shaking his head in disappointment.

“ Taeyong stop being so needy we will all see each other at the party, Do You all wanna ride together?” Doyoung suggests laughing to himself when Taeyong huffs in annoyance but nods.

“ Sounds good to me” Y/n agrees

“ Tonight is going to be so much fun” Doyoung grins at y/n making taeyong frown and look at his pancakes.

“ Yeah it is”

“ I don't know what to wear” Y/n whines into her phone while she looks over her closet.Its been several hours since doyoung dropped her off at home and after doing a few things around her apartment and finishing off some school work it was time for her to get ready for the party.

“ Why don't you wear those jeans you got last week and that shirt I got you” Taeyong suggests.

“ It's a party Tae i cant show up in mom jeans and a crop top ” Y/n scoffs at her best friend's poor outfit choice.

“ It's a SMALL party just wear something comfortable, you look great in anything anyway” Taeyong compliments making y/n blush and set her phone on her dresser to look through her dresses.

“ Thank you tae...What about that green dress i have”

“ The one you wore to your sister's wedding? Y/N just put on a skirt and a top and you will be fine” Taeyong laughs rubbing his forehead, they have been on the phone for 20 minutes discussing an outfit for her and he still hasn't gotten ready.

“ i'm gonna go shower i'll text you when we're on our way and don't stress you will look great okay” Taeyong smiles not hanging up until he hears her small okay.

“ he's right i will look great” Y/n reassures herself pulling out a pleated skirt and her black sweater deciding on that, its cute and comfy.

“ Where is it” Y/n groans tossing her throw pillows off her couch looking through her cushions for her other earring Taeyong texted her about 10 minutes ago saying that they are on there way to pick her up casing y/n to start rushing around her apartment looking for her missing earring.

“ Whoa what happened in here” Taeyong chuckles as he and doyoung walk into her now messy living room. Y/n screams and gets up from looking under the couch at the sound of someone's voice.

“ When did you get here don't you know not to sneak up on a lady….how did you even get in here” y/n shouts putting her hand over her chest trying to calm down from the scare.

“ The door was unlocked which i told you to stop doing and we said that we were on our way why were you on the floor” Taeyong says confused helping her put the pillows back on the couch.

“ I was looking for my other earring, the dangly one” Y/n pouts her eyes raking over doyoung who looks fantastic as always.

“ This one?” Dyoung asks, holding up an earring that he found on the table.

“ Doyoung you're my hero” Y/n exclamies grabbing the earring from his hand sending him a big smile making him smile back.

“ I'm just going to put this on and grab my phone and I'm ready to go” Y/n smiles rushing to her bedroom. She looks really pretty Doyoung thinks watching as she walks away.

“ Yeah she does” Taeyong frowns, crossing his arms not liking the way Doyoung was looking at his best friend.

“ Oh I um” Doyoung stutterd, shocked that he said that out loud.

“ Okay i am ready” Y/n grins grabbing her keys off her kitchen counter.

“ Okay let's go” Taeyong smiles at y/n the three of them walking out of her apartment. Y/n locking it behind her.

“ You never told me whose party it is, Do I know them?” Y/n asks as they walk towards taeyongs car.Taeyong opens the passenger seat for her while doyoung gets in the back.

“ Its at jungwoo and marks place” Doyoung tells her

“ Don't they live in a frat house?” Y/n says confused.

“ Yep,” Taeyong says quickly, Driving out of the apartment complex.

“ What happened to never going to frat parties” Y/n teases taeyong making him groan and roll his eyes.

“ Okay you can't keep on bringing up how i passed out at that girls party” taeyong whines memories of that horrible night and morning coming back.

“ I didn't say anything” Y/n says between her laughter.

“ It was our first frat party!” Taeyong shouts annoyedly, only making the other two laugh harder.

“ How come I never knew about this?” Doyoung says, clutching his stomach in laughter.

“ Because it's embarrassing,” Taeyong pouts. Y/n smiles and turns in her seat to look back at doyoung.

“ Okay so basically this older girl invited us to a frat party and taeyong thought that she was making a move on him so when we got to the party he tried to flirt with her, only to get turned down” Y/n starts making taeyong groan at the story while doyoung smiles and listens.

“ He was so embarrassed that he was chugging drinks after drinks and i was trying to make him stop and then this is when it gets even more embarrassing”

This is going to be a long night. Teayong thinks with a sigh.

“ Wow and you said this was going to be a small party” Y/n says loudly over the loud music, looking at the over crowded house and the flashing colored lights that are seen from the outside.

“ You're not getting flashbacks are you” Y/n teases taeyong pointing towards the grass lawn that looks identical to the one taeyong passed out on.

“ Come on let's just get inside” Taeyong says, wrapping his arm around her shoulders pulling her towards his chest so they can walk into the house, doyoung walking behind them making sure no one bumps into the girl.

“ There in the basement,” Doyoung says loudly, remembering the text Johnny sent him.

Y/n moves closer to taeyong the loud music and the smell of alcohol making her feel dizzy and the crowd of people dancing and bumping into everyone was not helping.

“ God that was brutal” y/n laughs nervously holding taeyongs hand as they walk down the stairs to the basement feeling nervous knowing that she's about to meet taeyong and doyoung’s other friends. Taeyong just squeezes her hands 3 times letting her know that it's okay.

“ Hey guys!” Doyoung exclaims, making the 7 boys stop their conversation and look at them.

Y/n smiles and looks at the 7 boys only 2 of them being familiar. A course of hey and hellos are said as they greet them, Taeyong leaving her side to go and hug one of them.

“ You must be Y/n” Jungwoo smiles while getting up from sitting on a beanbag.

“ it's nice to finally meet you guys” Y/n smiles seeing them smile back.

“ Y/n it's so good to see you again” Mark grins getting up from the couch to hug her.

“ You to mark and congrat-” Y/n starts but stops when a mark gets shoved from in front of her.

“ Hi im haechan and it's sooo good to meet you” Haechan flirts, holding out his hand for her to shake.

“ nice to meet you haechan i've heard a lot about you” Y/n laughs shaking his hand.

“ all bad things might i add” Taeyong laughs, causing the others to laugh as well.

“ Well you can tell me all about it when i get back from getting drinks, would you like anything?” Haechan smiles, ignoring the look Taeyong gives him for holding her hand for so long.

“ A soda is fine thank you” Y/n smiles

“ I would like a soda to”

“ I wasn't asking you doyoung” Haechan laughs sarcastically before sending the girl another smile before walking up the stairs.

“ Here Y/n come sit” Johnny smiles, patting the seat between him and a very attractive guy who's talking with yuta.

“ Thanks” Y/n smiles sitting between them pulling down her skirt.

“ So taeyong and doyoung was telling us that you got into Mr.Rustfords class” Johnny says, taking a sip of his beer. Before y/n could respond taeil was already saying something.

“ Johnny, it's a party. I'm pretty sure she doest want to talk about getting into the hardest law class” Taeil laughs leaning back in his seat next to jungwoo and haechans bean bags.

“ I was just trying to be nice and get to know her more” Johnny says loudly and before she knew it taeil and johnny were arguing, well more johnny while taeil just sits back laughing weirdly.

“ You will get used to it i promise” Someone whispers to her making her jump slightly turning to look at the person sitting at her other side eyes widening slightly at how handsome he is.

“ Im jaehyun” He smiles making her smile and shake his hand.

“Y/n….So i'm guessing this happens often” y/n laughs tilting her head towards johnny and taeil.

“ Too often to be honest, it's normally haechan who starts the arguments and it's gonna be worse with taeyong and doyoung here” He laughs.

“ I can totally see that. Let me guess doyoung gets teased a lot” Y/n smiles thinking about the many stories taeyong and doyoung told her.

“ Correct” He smiles while taking a sip of his drink leaning back on the couch.

Y/n looks around seeing taeyong having a conversation with yuta and mark and jungwoo and doyoung trying to stop taeil and johnny from arguing.

“ Here you go,” Haechan says loudly, handing her a cola after opening it for her.

“ Thank you haechan” Y/n smiles, taking a sip.

“ Anything for you” He winks before going to sit on his beanbag. Taeyong rolls his eyes at haechans actions already knowing that Haechan would do that and plus he knew that Haechan had a crush on someone else. But doyoung didn't know about haechans crush clearly, as doyoung gives haechan a jealous glare.

“ So what did you have to do to convince taeyong to let you come to one of our parties?” Haechan questions, catching the attention of the others.

“ Would you believe me if I told you taeyong invited me himself” Y/n tells him.

“ yeah no i wouldn't” Haechan jokes causing y/n to smile.

“ trust me i was shocked when he asked her at breakfast” Doyoung adds.

“ you guys had breakfast together?” Mark frowns wishing that he was invited.

“Yeah I stayed over,” Doyoung tells them, making Haechan smirk.

“ You guys slept together?” Haechan jokes, making the others groan at his joke.

“ Haechan please stop,” Taeyong sighs, feeling embarrassed. He glances at y/n to see her laughing, showing that she wasn't bothered by the joke, making taeyong feel better.

“ Is that jealousy in your tone haechan” Y/n jokes glancing between doyoung and taeyong making the others laugh. Haechan leans back in his bean bag, shocked at her joke but he smiles and nods his head.

“ I have a feeling we're gonna be great friends y/n” Haechan smiles.

“ Sure haechan” Y/n smiles, taking a sip of her soda.

“ So y/n you're not much of a partier?” Yuta askes remembering the several times Taeyong has said she wouldn't want to come to a party.

“ Yeah parties aren't my thing, especially frat parties” Y/n answers leaning back against the couch, her shoulder brushing against jaehyuns.

“ What's wrong with frat parties?” Jungwoo asks.

“ Yeah taeyong what's wrong with frat parties” Y/n teases him.

“ What's that supposed to mean?” Taeil wonders.

“ Lets just say that they don't have the best track record with frat parties especially taeyong” Doyoung chuckles looking at y/n.

“ Okay i don't think i can handle having this conversation again, I'm going to go get a stronger drink” Taeyong says getting up from his seat glancing at y/n.

“ You wanna come?” He asks.

“ Yeah sure” Y’/n nods, getting up from the couch walking over to Taeyong holding onto his arm.

“ Wait for me” Both Jungwoo and haechan say, wanting to go with them.

“ I'm Going to get another soda” Y/n tells taeyong when they get upstairs, Haechan and jungwoo leaving them to go talk to some of their other friends.

“ Do you want me to come with you?” Taeyong shouts over the music moving over so someone can pass them. Y/n shakes her head no squeezing his arm before walking over to the table that has all the soda, being careful not to bump into anyone.

“ I'm surprised Taeyong left you alone” Someone says behind her making her turn around, smiling when she sees its doyoung.

“ I didn't give him a chance to say anything so i just walked away” Y/n tells him. Doyoung just nods and looks over her face before clearing his throat.

“ Um, can we talk?” Doyoung asks nervously, putting his hands in his pockets. Y/n nods, setting down the soda she grabbed. He must want to talk about last night, she thinks.

“ Sure, Do you want to go outside where it's quieter?” Y/n suggests not wanting to have this conversation with music blasting in the background.

“ That sounds good,” Doyoung smiles, holding his hand out for her to hold.

Y/n holds his hand following him to the backyard where only a few people were.

“ That's disgusting” They say in unison at the sight of a couple full on making out against a tree.

“ Lets go over there” Y/n tells him, pulling him over to a bench. Doyoung follows her, both of them sitting down there shoulders almost touching. After a few moments y/n noticed that doyoung was looking at the ground, a nervous look on his face lost in his thoughts.

“ You said you wanted to talk about what happened” Y/n reminded him, putting her hand on his shoulder. Doyoung nods and clears his throat turning to face her feeling even more nervous at the kind smile she gives him.

“ I was wondering if you wanted to go on a date with me” He says quickly, almost tripping on his own words.

“ A date” Y/n repeats unsure not expecting this to happen, She honestly expected him to say how they just should forget about the kiss.

“ Yes a date….With me, On friday at that new restaurant that opened up” He rambles feeling even more nervous that y/n hasn't said anything and that she's looking at him in shock.

“ But if you don't want to, i understand and maybe you're busy on friday or maybe someone else asked you out” Doyoung rants rubbing his thighs nervously.

“ I'll go on a date with you” Y/n giggles interrupting him. Finding his nervousness cute she grabs his hand and squeezes it.

“ Wait really” Doyoung grinned looking down at their locked hands.

“ I did say yes didn't I, now can we go inside? I'm getting cold ” Y/n smiles rubbing her thighs together.

“ yeah of course come on” He said with a fond smile, helping her stand up.

“ Thank you” she says quietly, Doyoung smiles and holds her hand walking towards the door. Both of them glance at each other laughing quietly when they pass by the same couple from earlier.

“ I'm going to go find taeyong okay” Y/n tells doyoung leaning up so he can hear her better.

“ Okay please be careful,” Doyoung tells her, leaning down to kiss her cheek. Y/n smiles and squeezes his hand before letting go. Y/n carefully moves through the crowd glancing back at doyoung to see him walking towards the basement door.

“ Oh hey y/n” Taeil says behind her making her jump in fright.

“ Oh hey taeil” Y/n smiles, turning around to look at him.

“ I'm sorry i didn't mean to scare you” Taeil frowns making y/n laugh and shake her head.

“ It's okay, don't worry, I'm just a jumpy person. Also, have you seen Taeyong, I've been looking for him?” Y/n questions rubbing her arm looking around to see if she can find him but the flashing colored lights and all the people didn't help.

“ He went upstairs. I think he went to the marks room, he was complaining about the noise. Mark's name is on the door” Taeil smiles before walking over to his friends that called for him.

Y/n sighs and moves through the dancing bodies making her way up the stairs. Y/n looks for Mark's name on the doors as she walks down the strangely long hallway. Stopping in front of Mark's door, she decides to knock on the door before just walking in.

“ Go away” Taeyong's voice is heard making y/n frown at what he said,Going to open the door but it's locked.

“ Tae it's me y/n can i come in” Y/n says her voice showing that she's worried. Taeyong sighs from the other side of the door, getting up from laying down on Mark's bed to open the door.

“ Are you okay” Y/n says walking into the room turning to face him.

“ Yeah I'm okay just remembering why I hate parties so much” He sighs, closing the door and sitting back on Mark's bed.

“ Did something happen?” She frowns sitting next to him resting her head on his shoulder. Taeyong smiles slightly looking down at her before laying his head on top of hers.

“ No i just hate parties” He tells her, not telling her the truth that he’s actually jealous.

“ So what were you and doyoung talking about? '' He asks her grabbing onto her hand to look at her charm bracelet, smiling at all the charms he's given her over the years.

“ what” she asks confused, lifting her head off his shoulder.

“ I saw you guys talking through the window and i didnt want to interrupt you guys” He asks, adjusting the way he's sitting so he can face her.

“ Oh he um” Y/n starts before pausing. She sighs playing with the end of her skirt.

“ He asked me on a date and i said yes”

“ He asked you on a date….and you said yes. '' Taeyong repeats quietly, the words repeating in his head. My best friend asked the girl I've been in love with since middle school on a date and she said yes.

“ Wow that's...awesome” He says with a fake smile, It only hurts more when she returns the smile.

“ He's taking me to that new restaurant that opened,” She grins facing him but she soon frowns when she sees the look on her best friend's face.

“ Taeyong, are you okay?” she asks gently, rubbing his arm.

“ Um” Taeyong starts pulling away from her and standing up.

“ Yeah I'm just not feeling too good, is it okay if we head home early? I'll go get doyoung and you...you can wait by the door” Taeyong stammered. Y/n nods letting out a small of course. Watching him rush out of the room a frown on her face.

After a few moments of sitting in silence she makes her way down the stairs and over to the front door, deciding to wait outside instead.

“ There you are i thought-” Taeyong starts walking over to her.

“ It was too crowded, wheres doyoung?” She asks, noticing that he's not with him.

“ Jaehyun is going to give him a ride back home, he wants to stay longer” He tells her, walking down the street and towards the car.

“ I only had a beer” He mumbles informing her, opening the door for her.

“Thank yo-” She goes to say but gets cut off by him closing the door. She huffs and puts her seat belt on, crossing her arms over her chest. Yeah he's definitely upset about something.

The drive to y/ns apartment was silent, it was obvious he didn't want to talk and y/n didn't want to push him.

“ I'll see you tomorrow” Y/n smiles softly, taking off her seatbelt and opening her door.

“ goodnight” He whispers, watching her walk off to her apartment making sure she gets inside safely. Taeyong drives home with a broken heart leaving a confused y/n.

It was currently Friday, a full week since the party and the day of y/n and doyoungs date and y/n was getting out from her last class for the day. It was an important class and instead of paying attention, All she could think about was how Taeyong is still avoiding her.

No calls, Texts or late study sessions. Even though they both took different majors, Taeyong always tried to help her if she didn't understand. But this week was total radio silence. Y/ns called and texted but he only responded to her texts with a few word answers. Saying that he was fine and busy.

Friends fight, and y/n and taeyong had their fair amount of arguments over the years they've been friends. But nothing this serious. They always forgiven each other the day it happened. So barely talking to each other and not seeing each other all week was really affecting y/n.

“ Y/n wait up!” Someone shouts, making her pause from walking down the stone stairs in front of their university, and look around for who called her. Silently wishing that it's taeyong. But stops wishing when she sees a smiling Jaehyun jogging over to her.

“ Oh, hey jaehyun” Y/n greets holding her books to her chest. Jaehyun smiles at her, fixing his backpack on his shoulder from his jog.

“ Don't sound to dissipopinted” He jokes with a laugh, noticing her slight frown and her slouched posture.

“ I'm sorry I was hoping you were taeyong, have you seen him by any chance?” She asks, moving down the stairs so other students can walk past them.

“ Yeah, I saw him yesterday and we talked this morning. Why has he not talked with you?” He frowns seeing the worried look on her face.

“ I Haven't seen him since the party. He was pretty upset when we left. And he's only answered a few of my texts and I saw him in the hallway and I called for him and he turned around pretending he didn't see me” she says, upset, looking down at her shoes.

“ That doesn't sound like him, Did something happen at the party that would have made him upset at you?” He suggests gently grabbing her arm and pulling her over to a bench to sit on so they can talk comfortably.

“ I don't think so, after i told him about my date he started getting upset” She says cluelessly.

“ Your date?”

“ Yeah doyoung asked me on a date, It's actually tonight ” She tells him with a pout still clueless as ever. Jaehyun's mouth forms into an O, Now understanding the reason behind taeyongs strange behavior.

“ Maybe...that's the reason...why he's upset” He explains, making her look at him in confusion.

“ Why would he be upset about that?” she asks, tilting her head, looking at him. Jaehyun sighs thinking of a way to tell her the truth but not fully expose taeyong.

“ Jaehyun? please tell me” She pleads, seeing the knowing look on his face.

“ Have you ever thought that maybe he likes you?” he asks.

y/n shakes her head no, looking away from him. “ taeyong doesn't like me”

“ Are you sure about that, it would make sense why he would be upset about your date” he suggests, even though he knows the truth, y/n doesn't. and he doesnt think taeyong would be too happy if he fully exposed his crush on her.

Y/n leans back and starts thinking about her friendship with taeyong. Him always showing affection and skinship, the compliments, all the things they do that other people would think were dates, the countless times they've been called a couple. And y/n liked it and taeyong seemed to really like it too.

“ I have to go, I'll talk to you later” y/n says quickly, getting off the bench and grabbing her books and her book bag. Sending him a quick smile before running down the sidewalk and towards her car.

Jaehyun laughs as he watches her run, almost dropping her books and tripping over a rock.

But y/n didn't care about how she almost fell and embarrassed herself, she only had one thing on her mind and that was she had to talk to taeyong.

As soon as y/n pulls up to taeyongs apartment building, She's quickly rushing out of her car and into the building ignoring the annoyed look that the security guard gives her for running inside.

And by the time y/n is in front of his door she's panting and leaning against his door. I really should not skip going to the gym with Tae anymore, she thinks.

After a few moments of catching her breath she moves her hair out of her face and knocks on his door.

“ Come on come on” She mumbles after a few minutes of him not opening up. She sighs and knocks again, louder this time but not too loud. She is the reason why he already has two noise complaints.

“ Taeyong please, I know you're in there. I literally saw your car in the parking lot,” she says loudly, Knocking again. Frowning when she hears a loud bang from the other side of the door.

“ taeyong please i know you can hear me, you just dropped something, please id rather not have this conversation with a door between us” but again there's nothing but silence and a closed door.

“ Are you seriously not going to open the door? You're going to leave me out here looking like an idiot in front of the screaty cameras. That security guard who hates my guts is probably laughing right now” she whines upset, leaning her head against the door.

After a few minutes of silence she lifts her head up glaring at the door. He's really ignoring me, he's not even giving me a chance.

“ I can't believe you. You have ignored me all week and now when I'm here, ready to talk, you ignore me again.” She says in disbelief at the way he's acting, Fighting the urge to start crying she crosses her arms and stares sadly at the door.

“ Did you need something?” One of Taeyong's neighbors asks her, unlocking her apartment across from his. y/n looks away from the door and sends her a weak smile.

“ No I was just leaving, It's not worth it anyway” she says, glancing one more time at his door hoping that he would open it and explain everything to her but he never does so she walks away.

“ Do you have a reservation?” The hostess greets nicely when she notices y/n walk into the restaurant. Y/n looks away from the nice hanging lights and smiles at the hostess moving closer to the stand.

“ I’m meeting with someone, Kim doyoung. He should be here already” Y/n answers making the hostess send her a big smile.

“ Ah yes, the nervous guy who's chugging water. This must be your first date. I'll show you the table” the hostess smiles leading her towards the table.

“ Thank you, and yes it is” y/n follows after her, the nervousness now stirring inside her. From everything that's happened the last week y/n found it hard for herself to truly be excited for the date. But as soon as she saw the happy smile on doyoungs face as he stood up from the table when he saw her, she knew that she had to try to be happy for this date.

“ Hi, you look beautiful,” Doyoung smiles, getting up to hug her. Y/n smiles and hugs him before sitting in the chair that he pulled out for her. Before y/n could say anything back the hostess smiled nicely at them telling them that their waiter would be over soon.

“ Thank you, you look handsome too” Y/n blushes looking down at the dress that took her 2 hours to decide if she wanted to wear it. It reminded her of taeyong.

“ this place is amazing, i didn’t know it was so fancy tho” Y/n smiles looking around at the restaurant. Doyoung smiles and nods while taking a sip of his water.

“ It is really nice, and they have a gallery next door, they even have a few paintings here” He says excitedly, making y/n smile fondly at his excitement.

“ I didn't know you liked art?” She asks.

“ I don't, well not really. I remember you talking about how much you like art, and if the gallery is still open maybe we could check it out after dinner?” he suggests.

Y/n smiled at what he said, the fact that he remembered makes her happy.

“ that sounds great doyoung”

“ Hi, I'm Olivia and I'll be your server for today, can we start out with some drinks?” Oliva asks, holding her notebook. y/n looks away from doyoung and quickly looks down at her menu before smiling at her.

“ Oh i'll have a raspberry tea” Y/n answers, it was the first drink she saw on the menu.

“ I'll have the same ” Doyoung smiles politely. Oliva smiles and writes down the orders, walking to the kitchen.

“ I heard that there's going to be a new musical, are you going to be in it?” Y/n asks him, putting her elbow on the table and resting her chin on her hand, leaning closer to him. Doyoung blushes at her eye contact and folds his hands on the table nervously.

“ I hope so, auditions are next week and i know this musical like the back of my hand so i'm pretty confident but anything can happen”

“ Well if you're as good as your last one, I know you're going to make it” Y/n compliments. Thinking about that time, she and Taeyong went to see his previous musical. Y/n was amazed by his talent and his dedication.

“ Thank you, that means a lot. '' Doyoung smiles and before he could continue a very joyful Olivia walked over to them holding their drinks.

“ Here you guys go, any idea of what you guys would like to order, i can come back in a few minutes if you're not ready” Oliva smiles brightly, putting their drinks in front of them.

“ That would be great thank you” Y/n smiles, taking a sip of her tea.

“ What have you been up to, we haven't talked much since the party” doyoung wonders after oliva walks away.

“ I'm sorry about that, this week was not the best and honestly just work and my classes” Y/n explains, looking up from the menu to send him a small smile.

“ Did something happen? Are you okay? '' he asks worriedly. Y/n bites her lip and contemplates if she should tell him about her and taeyong not talking, but then he's going to wonder why and then it's just going to be a mess and y/n doesn't want to go through that.

“ I'm okay i don't really wanna talk about it right now if that's okay”

“ yeah of course that's okay” Doyoung says quickly, sending her a big smile. Y/n smiles and glances down at his menu that he hasn't looked at.

“ Do you already know what you're getting?” She questions making him look down two then back at her.

“ Oh um yes, i already looked when i first got here” He confirms fidigitting with the ends on the menu.

“ I hope i didn't make you wait long” Y/n says with a frown glancing around the restaurant.

“ Oh no you didn't, I came here early. Don't worry you didn't make me wait” He says quickly to reassure her leaning forward a little. Y/n smiles and nods, setting down her menu while watching him take a big gulp of his tea.

Doyoung sets his glass down and clears his throat, rubbing his thighs. Sending her a small smile.

“ I'm going to go use the bathroom, i'll be right back” he says with a sorry smile.

“ Okay, i'll be here” she smiles back.Doyoung nods and sends her one more smile before walking to the back of the restaurant where the bathroom is.

Y/n sighs and leans back in her seat, resting her hands in her lap. Looking around the restaurant with curious eyes. Like doyoung told her there were beautiful paintings on the wall. It reminded her of that summer when she dragged taeyong to that art gallery during their first year of college.

Taeyong also enjoyed art a lot, he was the one who introduced her to her first art gallery. Y/n looks away from the painting and down at her hands. Thinking about Taeyong made her heart fill up with sadness.

Y/n looks at her purse that's hanging on her seat in confusion when she hears and feels it vibrate multiple times. Did Taeyong finally text me back?. Y/n pulls her phone out and quickly frowns in confusion when she sees the texts.

unknown: so how did it go with taeyong?

unknown: wait are you on your date rn

unknown: This is jaehyun btw!

How did he get my number? Y/n thinks, going to text him back but stops when she sees the three dots.

unknown: i got your number from mark…

I don't have Mark's number? Y/n sighs and changes his contact name.

Jaehyun: He got it from Haechan and I honestly don't know how he got it. He probably got it from taeyongs phone.

y/n: yes i'm on my date and things didn't go well with taeyong he pulled a elsa and ignored me.

Jaehyun: don't give up, try talking to taeyong again.

Y/n chooses not to answer and puts her phone back in her purse. She felt confused, she didn't know what to do. She wanted to give doyoung a chance and even though their date hasn't been long...she was honestly having a good time.

But the thought that Taeyong,her best friend for years actually had feelings for her. It...it made her feel guilty for being on the date. With his best friend. Thinking about it more only made y/n feel more guilty.

Was Taeyong going to hate her even more because she still went on the date? Is he ever going to talk to her again? Will their friendship ever be the same? Did he actually hate her? Was she going to ruin Taeyong and doyoung’s friendship by being on this date?

All these questions in her head and she was starting to feel overwhelmed but the biggest question was making her heart feel heavy. Did he even like her?. It was like everything was happening and she didn't even have time to actually comprehend the situation fully.

Y/n needed to think and as much as she was enjoying her time with doyoung, She knew that it wasn't going to help her resolve the problem at hand. Y/n starts rubbing her hands over her thighs and her dress suddenly starting to feel uncomfortable at all the thoughts.

“ I'm sorry there was a surprisingly long line” Doyoung smiles, sitting back down, tearing y/n away from looking at her lap.

“ y/n? Are you okay, you look pale?” Doyoung asks, feeling worried when he sees her frown and the paleness of her face.

“ um...i. I'm just not feeling too well, it's been a long week and i think it all just hit me suddenly” she stutters. Fumbling while grabbing her purse. Doyoung just looks at her with a confused look when she stands up holding her purse.

“ I'm sorry i think i should go” She says quickly but before she can turn to walk away he softly grabs onto her wrist. The worried look he gives her only makes her feel even more guilty for leaving.

“ Are you sure? I can drive you home” he says feeling uneasy at the thought of her being alone like this.

“ I'm okay i...ill text you” She stutters and quickly turns around rushing out of the restaurant, not waiting for his response.

Doyoung frowns and sits back down in his seat, watching as she rushes out.

“ I'm sorry for the wait, oh where did the pretty lady go? Should i come back in a few minutes for your order” Olivia's cheerfully voice makes doyoung look away from the empty seat and to her.

“ Oh no, just the bill please” He says with a sad smile. Olivia just nods and gives him a sorry smile before walking away.

Y/n quickly gets in her car and locks it. She groans loudly and rests her head against the steering wheel. God why did you leave like that she complains, the sad look on doyoungs face imprinted in her brain. She ended up staying in that position for a few minutes, trying to calm down her fast heartbeat.

But her heart beat only gets faster when someone knocks on the passenger seat window. She quickly looks up and faces the window, cursing to herself when she sees Doyoung leaning down and moving his hands around to tell her to unlock the door.

Y/n sighs and unlocks the door, watching as he gets inside and turns to face her, sending her a smile.

“ Hey” He says breathlessly from running over to her car.

“Hi...what are you doing?” She asks, confused not expecting him to be here.

“ I saw your car and I knew I couldn't end the night like this, I want to make sure you're okay” He smiles and before she can say anything he's already talking again.

“ You can come back to mine and I can make some soup. And we can watch a movie and I'll even let you pick the movie” he smiles, trying to persuade her. Y/n just looks away with a frown on her face why does he have to be so sweet.

“ doyoung i cant okay”

“ Are you worried that you might be sick and contagious? Or do you just want to sleep, my bed is pretty comfortable” he rants with a smile.

“Doyoung i can't be with you right now okay” Y/n snaps. Immediately feeling regret as soon as she sees the hurt look on his face at her outburst.

“I…I'm sorry, okay,I just have to go to taeyongs. I need to talk to him,”she tells him. Doyoung scoffs and shakes his head in disbelief.

“ You're leaving our date to talk to taeyong, what can he help you with that i can't” He says hurt, y/n sighs and faces him.

“ Doyoung please don't be upset, i promise to talk to you about it later but i cant right now”

“ What about our kiss? Did it mean nothing to you” He says hurt but y/n doesn't answer. Doyoung thought that with her silence she meant yes but honestly she didn't know the answer herself.

“ You like him, don't you? Like more than a friend” Doyoung accused and after a few moments of silence and y/n staring at her lap sadly. He frowns and goes to open the door.

“ How did you know” y/n asked, making him stop in his actions and look at her.

“ I didn't not until now…and it's no secret that taeyong feels the same” he says sadly feeling sorry when he sees the sad look on her face.

“ I should go, and you should go talk to taeyong” He frowns before getting out of the car and walking to his car. Y/n looks away from his fading figure and starts her car, driving away from the restaurant and to Taeyong's.

Y/n tried not to think about everything that just happened as she drove to taeyongs. She just wanted to focus on getting there safely. And in all honesty if she thought about it more, she would most likely go home instead of talking to him.

She was scared, she didn't know what was going to happen. Was he going to even open the door? Was he going to tell her that he never liked her? Or was he going to change their relationship forever by telling her that he does have feelings for her?.

Y/n was scared of change…and she knew that after tonight everything would change and y/n didn't like that.

“ You can do this” She whispers to herself as she turns off her car, parked in front of the apartment building. Half of herself is telling her to go up and talk to him and the other half is telling her to go home and cry with a pint of ice cream.

“Isn't a little late for you to be here” the security guard,Ray Complains as he sees her walk into the empty lobby. Y/n rolls her eyes and looks at the clock hanging on the wall behind the front desk he's sitting at.

“ It's not even 7, and you should be used to me coming at all times” She tells him, choosing to ignore the way he mumbled to himself on how he wishes he wasn't.

“ Well I was hoping that you wouldn't come back because of the breakup but sadly you're here” He groaned, setting down the magazine he was reading. Y/n rolls her eyes and holds tightly on her purse and walks towards the elevator pressing the button.

“ One we aren't dating and Two didn't Mr. Jones say you weren't supposed to read magazines while you're working” She smirks remembering that time where she and Taeyong got back from buying a bunch of macarons just in time to see the owner of the building getting onto Ray about not fully focusing on his job.

“ ha ha ha enjoy your visit” He says sarcastically already looking at the magazine. Y/n turns around and sends him a sarcastic smile before getting into the elevator and pressing the floor number nervously.

Ray was a security guard that's been working at the apartment building for longer than taeyong has been living there. He was a middle aged man who honestly had no interest in the two friends, he just liked watching how frustrated y/n would get at his comments.

Y/n plays with her bracelet nervously as she steps out of the elevator and walks forward to stand in front of taeyongs apartment. She takes a deep breath before knocking on the door, taking a step back to not be so close.

After waiting a few moments and he still hasn't answered she was starting to lose hope. As she turns to leave she hears the lock unlock. She turns back around to see Taeyong looking at her with a sad look on his face. She could tell that he was tired and upset by his appearance.

“ Hey” She hesitated, breaking the silence. Y/n nervously starts playing with the end of her dress.This all felt too weird to her she wasn't used to how taeyong was acting and she never wants to.

“ hi” he says quietly looking her over even though he was upset he couldn't deny that she looked beautiful in the dress she must have gone on that date he cursed at himself.

“ Can I come in?”

Taeyong doesn't answer, he just opens the door wider and steps back so she could come in. Y/n sends him a thankful smile before walking inside and setting her purse on the table that has his keys and wallet.

Taeyong closes the door with a sigh and follows after her, stopping in his tracks when she quickly turns around giving him a serious look.

“ We need to talk, and I'm not leaving until we figure this out. Because i honestly can't go another day without talking to you”

“ And can I just start out by saying how dickish it was of you to just totally ignore me earlier..and basically this whole week? Do you not know how worried I was or scared? I thought you never wanted to talk to me, and I don't want to sound dramatic but this has been the worst week of my life” Y/n rants, making taeyong look away in guilt.

“ I'm sorry okay, i didn't want to talk” He sighs, turning around walking towards his bedroom.

“ We have always talked through things. Why stop now?” She spoke following after him, grabbing his shoulder making him turn around with an annoyed sigh.

“ I don't know what to say,” he says frustrated. Throwing his hands up in annoyance. Y/n shakes her head and steps back from him crossing her arms over her chest with a frown.

“ Why don't you tell me the truth?” She says quietly with a knowing look. Taeyong shakes his head with a frown, knowing that if he does tell the truth things will change. For good or bad he doesn't know. And like y/n he wasn't too fond of change as well.

“ Just answer me this, you went on that date didn't you” he accused stepping closer to her looking down at her dress. He remembers when he first saw her in that dress, he had invited her to his family's christmas party and he swore he fell in love with her even more when he saw her.

That dress brings him back to a memory of him having an amazing day with her and his family but now all he will remember it by is the date she went on with doyoung.

“ I did,” She says quickly. She already knew that he wouldn't be happy with her answer so she just said it quickly to get over it. Taeyong nods, trying not to show how hurt he is by her answer. He already knew the answer but it hurt more when she said it out loud.

“Then the truth doesn't matter!” he snapped loudly, making her flinch and step back at his outburst. He's never raised his voice at her like that so he felt terrible when she looked at him with a look he couldn't explain.

“ Of course it matters tae, why do you think I'm here? Why do you think I left that date-”

“ You left the date?” He cuts her off shocked at what she revealed. Why would she?

“ Yes I did. I didn't want to be there, I wanted to be here…with you” she whispers towards the end. Looking at anything except him. Taeyong tries not to smile at her words.

“I'm sorry for yelling, why don't we go in the living room and talk” He murmured tilting his towards the living room. Y/n agrees and follows him to the living room. Taeyong sits next to her and hands her the blanket draped over the back of the couch so she can cover her legs.

Y/n covers her legs and turns to face him to see he's already looking at her. Taeyong sighs and runs his fingers through his hair, a habit he does when he's stressed.

“ I’m sorry, I shouldn't have ignored you” He sighs, breaking the silence.

“ You should have just talked to me and told me how you feel,” She says gently, playing with the corner of the blanket.

“ I thought it would have just been easier if i distanced myself, maybe i would feel different after some time” He says quickly hoping that she would understand.

“ Are you talking about being upset with me going on the date….or your feelings for me?” She asks, seeing how tense he got at her words.

“ What….haha my feelings…what do you mean?” he nervously says, shaking his head.

She can't know. He thinks to himself.

“ You don't have to pretend, jaehyun told me, or well he helped me realize i should say” She clarified watching him with a frown when he stands up and rubs the back of his neck, something he does when he's stressed.

“ Don't be mad at him please, he just wanted to help. '' She begged standing up, holding onto his hand, squeezing it three times like he does when she's nervous or scared.

“ I'm not mad, just disappointed” he mumbled, y/n wouldn't have heard if she wasnt so close.

“ In jaehyun….or me?”

“ in myself” He starts, facing her looking at her with a blank expression.

“ I'm your best friend, I shouldn't have the feeling I have for you. I don't want to ruin our friendship. So maybe it's best if we distance ourselves” He rants, pulling his hand from hers.

“Don't cry, it's only going to be for a little” he frowns when he sees her sit on the couch her eyes welled up with tears, She didn't understand why he would think that would fix things.

“ Is liking me really that bad that you want to stop seeing me so much” She whispers sadly, her voice cracking at the end. Taeyong frowns and crouches in front of her, reaching up to wipe her tears off her cheeks.

“ Y/n i dont want to ruin what we have okay, you mean too much to me. I know how you feel about change, I just think i need some time”

“ You haven't even asked me how I feel about this? You're not the only one in this friendship, it's not just about your choice” She says, clearly upset, pushing his hands away from her face. Standing up quickly, moving away from him. Taeyong stands up as well, turning around to face her.

“ I assumed that you didn't feel the same way, plus you went on that date and you've never...” He trailed off with a pout.

“ I've never what” Y/n crosses her arms over her chest and glares at him waiting for his answer. Is he trying to say this is my fault? She thinks.

“ You never showed that you liked me more than a friend, there was a few times i thought you felt the same way But your just naturally affectionate so i didnt think more of it” He defends

“ Well you've always been affectionate to me since we became friends, So i never thought you liked me more than a friend Besides you've had girlfriends” She argues loudly, She honestly Didn't know why she was yelling she just had to let it out someway.

“ Well i've always liked you, The whole time and i just dated them so i could try to get over my feelings for you but it never worked” He also argues loudly but with his answer it makes y/n quiet and drop her arms in shock.

“ The whole time?....you liked me the whole time and you never told me” She tears up again at the thought.

“ Yes the whole time and I never told you because I didn't want to mess us up if you didn't feel the same way” He starts letting out a breath and stepping closer to her.

“the reason i first talked to you was because i thought you were pretty” He confesses with an embarrassed chuckle. Y/n cracks a smile and wipes her tears with a sniffle.

“ I don't know why you would think that, I looked terrible in middle school” She laughs also feeling embarrassed when she thinks back at her appearance in middle school.

“ You didn't look terrible to me, I loved your messy pigtails” He teases with a smile. Y/n just groans and covers her face in embarrassment also hoping he wouldn't see the shy smile on her face.

“ I really hope i didn't mess up what we have, Because i want a lifetime of making fun of you for those pigtails” He smiles slightly, hiding how truly scared he feels at the moment.

“ You didn't mess up what we have,” She whispers, moving to touch his arm but he starts pacing clearly anxious.

“ Are you sure because I completely understand if i did and i will try to fix it, I will try harder than i've ever tried for anything. But be completely sure because i can't imagine how awkward it's going to be for us now when you know i have feelings for you and when i know you don't feel the same way”

He rants going on full panic mode as he turns around so he's not facing her anymore. Weekly movie nights that are normally filled with talking, Laughter, And cuddles? Yeah not anymore just full on awkward silence while he makes sure that he won't be touching her in any way. And it is going to be all my fault. He thinks blaming himself.

“ I do like you- a lot” She cuts him off. Taeyong goes quiet and turns to look at her, his arms that were resting on his hips are now at his sides while he looks at her in astonishment.

“It just took me some time to realize it”

He's been wanting to hear those words come from her for years; he's thought of different scenarios when she would say them. But now that it's actually happening he had no idea on what to do. He just stood still, his mouth parted open in shock.

“Y/n…Do you really mean that” he doubted, Finding it hard to believe that she would feel the same.

“ Would I lie to you?”

“ I mean i'm pretty sure you lied about liking one of my outfits” He joked making her roll her eyes. That is true though.

“ Taeyong be serious for a moment” She whines, slapping his arm,making him wince dramatically and start rubbing where she hit him.

“ I know I'm sorry, I'm just….wow” He chuckles to himself with a big grin on his face, too happy to be able to form a full sentence.

“Don't be sorry” She says with a comforting smile.

“I can't believe this is happening” Taeyong grins and hugs her tight, lifting her up and twirling her around making her laugh.

“ Me either but i'm glad it did” She grins looking up at him when he sets her down.

“ Wow okay im feeling slightly overwhelmed” He smiles. Y/n laughs and grabs his hand pulling him to sit down on the couch. Y/n sitting next to him turning her body to face him.

“ Does that mean i shouldn't kiss you….I don't want to overwhelm you more” She teased. Trying not to laugh when he quickly turns his head towards her looking at her with wide eyes. She wants to kiss me? He feels his heart beat faster at the thought.

“ No you definitely should, i think it would help” He says letting out a fake wince.

“ Well if it's going to help” She trails off with a smile. Taeyong nods and leans forward capturing her lips with his, their chests touching as he pulls her closer. Y/n moves her hand to hold his cheek while he moves his hand to her lower back.

Y/n used to think it was just something that happened in those romantic dramas she watched. Feeling all warm and fuzzy? Feeling fireworks? How unrealistic she used to think. But the moment she kissed Taeyong she understood completely what they meant. She did feel warm and fuzzy and she couldn't feel happier.

“ Is this real?” He asked in a gentle tone looking at her with a fond smile, when she pulled away from the kiss both of their cheeks tinted with a wild blush from the kiss they just shared.

“ You feel real” She jokes, poking his side making him push her hand away with a laugh. Y/n smiles and leans back against the couch, watching as he reaches for her hand playing with her fingers. A habit of his.

“ So um, where do we go from here?” He asks, glancing at her, almost frowning when he sees her smile falter at the question. What do they do now?

“ Would it be fair if I said we should take it slow? We've been taking it slow for years” She jokes in a sarcastic tone. Taeyong laughs and rolls his eyes.

“ I would say that we are experts at taking it slow” He smirks, internally cursing at himself for not telling her sooner.

“ Then I think you should take me on a date” Y/n grins, resting her legs on his lap, liking the soft feeling of his sweatpants against her bare legs.

“ What? I think you should take me on a date” He laughs caressing her legs, smiling when he feels her goosebumps.

“ You're the one who's been keeping me waiting all these years, It's the right thing to do tae” She teases him, grabbing the blanket to warm her up. Not only is this dress extremely uncomfortable, it's also not doing anything to keep me warm.

“ I've been keeping you waiting? You're the one” He rants but y/n doesn't listen to the rest all she can focus on is. The cute expression on his face as he rants. He looks so cute when he tries to be angry.

“ lets just agree that it was that stupid rules fault” She cuts him off with a smile. Taeyong stops ranting and looks at her with a smile, agreeing with her.

“ Who suggested that rule anyway” Y/n wonders, trying to remember. Taeyong plays with the blanket and looks back at the exact moment they made the rules.

The two 12 year olds were in y/ns treehouse that her dad built for her and her older sister. Y/n's sister was 5 years older than her and she was currently in the “ i'm the cool older sister who is too busy for you” phase. Meaning that the treehouse was all hers.

“ I think it's a good idea” 12 year old y/n grins looking away from the small window that she was looking out of; spying on her sister and her boyfriend.

“ I think I saw it in some movie my sister was watching,” she smiles, moving to sit next to Taeyong on the carpet, watching as he starts writing things in his notebook. And for the next 20 minutes they sat writing rules that they would follow to make sure their friendship lasts.

“ what about never falling in love with your best friend” Taeyong suggests watching y/n read over the rules they already have.

“ I don't know why we would need that as a rule, because it's never going to happen. My mom says that boyfriends distract you from your grades” Y/n shakes her head giving him back his notebook and grabbing her dried sweet potatoes from the small table.

“ Give me one” He asks, reaching for one but y/n moves away with a giggle, not letting him get one.

“ Y/n stop” Taeyong whines reaching out again. Y/n laughs and hands him the bag before grabbing her spyglass off the floor, moving to the window.

“ How long do you think they're going to be out here? '' She questions looking at her sister and her boyfriend drying off from the pool, a disgusted look on y/n's face.

y/n doesn't like her sister's boyfriend, and since taeyong was y/n's best friend that meant that he also didn't like him.

“ Y/n…why don't we just make them leave”

Y/n turns away from the window, seeing Taeyong holding up 2 water guns with a smirk on his face. And y/n knows immediately what he means and she was so down.

“ Okay i go left you go right” Y/n whispers, both of them hiding behind a bush that's behind the young couple. Taeyong nods and moves to the right, closing in on them so that they both will have an open shot.

Taeyong looks back at y/n to see her counting down on her fingers and as soon as she gets to one they both stand up and start shooting at the couple, both of them heavily focusing on the male.

Y/n and taeyong can't help but laugh as they watch them run around trying to not get wet. The two twelve year olds stop shooting when y/n sisters boyfriend trips into the pool from running.

“ Y/n taeyong! You guys are so dead!” the older girl shrieks, reaching out to help her boyfriend.

Y/n grabs taeyongs arm and runs towards the latter to the treehouse. They both rush up the ladder and move a beanbag over the trap door so no one can come up.

After a few moments of the heavy breathing from rushing up the ladder. They glance at each other and break out into laughter at what happened. Y/n lays on her back on the carpet clutching her stomach from how hard she's laughing.

Taeyong watches her with a smile and while y/n gets distracted with books Taeyong writes in his notebook.

Rule 47 DON'T FALL IN LOVE WITH YOUR BEST FRIEND!

“ I think I was the one who suggested it,” he says shyly, watching y/n laugh and shake her head.

“ you think?” she teases, raising her eyebrow. Taeyong blushes and playfully pushes her legs off his lap making y/n sit up with a fake frown.

“ Come on, I know you must be uncomfortable in that dress” He says standing up and holding his hand out to help her off the couch. Y/n smiles and grabs his hand and follows him into his bedroom.

“ You know where everything is, i'm going to get some snacks and we can watch a movie in bed” he suggests with a smile as he watches y/n pull out one of his shirts and a pair of shorts she's left over.

“ Okay, can you bring my phone when you come back?” She questions with a smile. Taeyong nods and walks out of the room, closing the door behind him for her privacy. Y/n quickly changes and lays her dress out on taeyongs chair at his desk before going into the bathroom to clean off her makeup.

Y/n laughs when she opens one of the drawers to see a bunch of chapsticks, most of them are ones she bought for him. She got tired of him complaining about dry lips so she decided to just buy him a ton for him to use.

Y/n grabs a watermelon lip smacker and coats her lips in it, setting it back on the counter. Y/n turns off the lights in the bathroom and closes the door behind her. Walking to his bed and pulling the blanket back to get under it smiling at the warmth of the bed.

Y/n leans against the headboard and grings the blanket under her chin, turning on the tv and looking through the channels for something to put on.

“ Y/n?” taeyong questions on the other side of the door knocking on it. Y/n tells him she's decent and sends him a big smile when he opens the door, his arms filled with snacks, 2 drinks and her phone. Taeyong grins something about seeing her all comfy in his bed, in his shirt and with what happened earlier he can't help but feel all happy inside. He honestly did not think this was going to be the outcome of things, it all felt so surreal to him. He was so thankful.

“ What are you thinking so hard about?” She asks him with a fond smile as he gets into bed, getting closer to her, their shoulders touching.

“ I'm just thinking about how lucky i am” He says, giving her a cheesy smile while handing her her phone. Y/n blushes and rolls her eyes, setting her phone on the side table without checking it.

“ I think i'm the lucky one” She smiles, laying her head on his shoulder and putting her leg over his. Taeyong blushes and opens the bag of sweets and watches her flip through the channels before she finally decides on tangled.

Y/n glances at taeyong to see him smiling happily at the movie stuffing the candy in his mouth.

Why does he have to be so cute?

“ Give me one tae” y/n whines leaning over to grab one basically sitting on his lap but taeyong just moves his arm further away a smirk on his face as he looks at the pout on y/n's face. Y/n looks at him now noticing how close their faces are to each other.

Y/n looks down at his lips and back to his eyes seeing that he's also looking at her lips. Y/n leans closer and kisses him quickly. As y/n goes to pull away, taeyong drops the bag of sweets at his side and gently cups her cheek deepening the kiss making y/n's heart beat faster.

Y/n pulls away from the kiss with a smirk when she grabs the bag of sweets. Y/n laughs and kisses his cheek when she sees his dazed look before sitting back against the headboard.

“ Is that watermelon?” He blushes looking at her lips.

“ Check again if you're not sure” She jokes, puckering her lips, Taeyong laughs and turns his body leaning down to kiss her again. Y/n giggles against his lips before kissing him back, moving her hand to his nape.

“ Hmm…definitely watermelon” He laughs, licking his lips. Y/n laughs and slaps his shoulder moving down so she can lay her head on the pillow. Taeyong lays down and pulls her closer to his chest.

“ So warm and cozy” He mumbled into her neck. Y/n smiles and reaches her hand up to play with his hair. Taeyong hums in delight and closes his eyes feeling tired.

“ You're so cute,” She whispers, kissing his forehead. Taeyong smiles and pecks her neck before yawning.

“ Isn't it too early to go to sleep?” Y/n teases him, running her hand through his hair.

“It's never too early now let's go to sleep” he hushes her, pulling the blanket to their shoulders. Y/n sighs knowing that there is no use of arguing with him and moves a little to get comfortable.

“ stop moving” he whines, tangling their legs together. y/n sighs and closes her eyes trying to fall asleep. Taeyong moves his hand to her hair and starts playing with it knowing that it will make her sleepy and soon they both were sleeping while the ending of the movie was playing.

Taeyong didn't want to move. It didn't feel real, waking up holding the girl that he's been in love with for years, in his arms. He was scared that he would wake up from a dream and the last 24 hours never happened.

Taeyong smiles and leans down to give a soft kiss on her forehead when she moves closer to him, hiding her face in his arm.

“ Good morning,” Taeyong whispers, looking down at her. y/n hums tiredly and opens her eyes, blinking away the sleepiness, breaking out into a grin at the smile on taeyongs face as he looks down at her.

“ Good morning tae” she smiles tiredly leaning back, rubbing her eyes and pushing the blanket off of her.

“ how did you sleep” he wonders, did she have the best sleep of her life? Because he did.

Y/n goes to say something but the sound of her stomach growling stops her.

“ I didn't eat dinner, stop laughing” Y/n whines embarrassed, hiding her face when taeyong starts laughing, teasing her.

“ I guess that's my fault huh” he says thinking about the events that happened last night.

“ Mhm it kinda is, so you have to make me breakfast to make up for it” she smiles sitting up moving her bed hair from her face. Taeyong smiles and gets out of the bed and grabs his phone.

“ What are you in the mood for?” He asks her with a smile already knowing the answer. She always asks for them.

“ Pancakes please” She pleads with a smile. Taeyong laughs with a smile before walking out of the room and into the kitchen.

Y/n yawns and reaches over for her phone, opening it and leaning back against the headboard.

Immediately checking to see if she's gotten any new texts specifically from doyoung. Y/n cant help but feel terrible as she thinks about their date.

Y/n frowns when she sees no new texts from him, she presses on his contact smiling when she sees his contact photo. It was when the two of them and Doyoung went to go get ice cream and Doyoungs lips were covered with whip cream.

I wonder if we're ever going to be able to do that again, without it being awkward. Y/n thinks with a heavy sigh. Her fingers hover over her keyboard wondering if she should text him. Would he even respond to me?.

Y/n groans and leans her head back, closing her eyes and setting her phone in her lap. She doesn't regret what happened because if she didn't leave the date she probably wouldn't have the guts to go to taeyongs. She just wishes there was a way she wouldn't hurt doyoung in this situation.

Y/n must have been thinking for a while because before she knew it, Taeyong was calling her name from the kitchen. Y/n quickly gets out of the bed and rushes into the kitchen smiling at the smell of pancakes.

“ It smells delicious” Y/n compliments moving to stand next to him by the counter, watching him with a smile as he neatly sets the pancakes on two plates.

“ Hopefully it tastes delicious. '' He smiles, grabbing both of their plates.

“ I'll get the drinks” She laughs watching him walk into the living room, where they normally eat. Y/n quickly pours them both a glass of orange juice and walks into the living room, sitting next to him and putting the drinks on the coffee table.

“ thank you” y/n smiles at taeyong grabbing her plate from his hands.

“ of course” He smiles, turning on a show that they normally watch together. The two of them eat in silence both as they watch the show, Taeyong laughing when something funny happens.

“ Taeyong?” Y/n asks, setting her plate on the table.

“ Yeah,” Taeyong says, pausing the show and turning to look at her.

“ Have you heard from doyoung?” Y/n asks quietly, bringing her knees to her chest as she looks down at her knees. Taeyong sighs and places his plate on the table and puts one of his hands on y/n’s knee, making her look at him.

“ No i haven't, I tried texting him but he didn't respond” He frowns…Doyoung always responds to him.

“ I…I think we should go talk to him” Y/n starts, moving her hand to squeeze his hand.

“ He's our friend…He's your best friend and I don't wout our friendship to get ruined because of this, He doesn't deserve that” Y/n frowns playing with taeyongs fingers. Taeyong nods and watches her with a faint smile knowing that she's right.

“ You're right…we should go see him,” Taeyong nods, squeezing her hand one more time before getting up from the couch.

“ You don't mean right now do you?” Y/n asks nervously watching him collect the plates.

“ Well, we're obviously going to get dressed first but yeah we should leave soon” He says, glancing at her, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion when he sees her anxiously bite at her bottom lip.

“ Why, Did you not want to go today?”

“ Oh no, I guess I'm just a little nervous” She sighs, standing up and following him into the kitchen, where he starts washing the dishes.

“ I'm nervous too” He starts, glancing at her while he waits for the water to warm up.

“ But youre right, doyoung is my best friend…he's our friend and i don't want to ruin our friendship because of my feelings for you” he says sadly.

“ I feel bad” Y/n sighs, picking at her nails as she looks away from him.

“ Don’t feel bad y/n/n…” Taeyong frowns, Drying off his hands so he can reach out to hold hers.

“ We kissed….Me and doyoung” Y/n confesses, frowning when Taeyong lets go of her hands in shock.

“ I gave him hope, he thought I liked him as well. He was so happy for our date. And even though I knew deep down it wasn’t going to work out I still said yes to the date….I never should of said yes”

Y/n watches Taeyong look down at his feet with a blank expression but with how his shoulders dropped, Y/n knows that he's upset so she quickly apologizes.

“I’m sorry Taeyong, I should have told you sooner” Taeyong shakes his head and looks back at her with a sad smile.

“ don't be sorry y/n, I understand why you didn't tell me. And doyoung will understand when we go and explain everything to him” He says with a hopeful look in his eye thinking of his best friend.

“ Now let's get ready and head over to his place” Taeyong says, choosing to do the dishes when they get back.

The both of them quickly get ready and before they knew it there standing in front of the doyoungs apartment door. Y/n glances at taeyong who's nervously looking at the door.

Y/n reaches to hold his hand and sends him a reassuring smile hoping that it's not obvious how nervous she is as well. Taeyong gives her a grateful smile before reaching up to knock on the door.

They wait patiently for him to open the door and when y/n hears the door unlock she cant help but hold her breath in fear.

“ Hey” Taeyong smiles slightly when doyoung opens the door. Doyoung looks at them with wide eyes, not expecting them to come over…..together.

“ Hi” Doyoung says back as his eyes rank over them and stop at their united hands and he can't help but feel a pang of hurt at the sight. Y/n noticing where he's looking clears her throat making them both glance at her.

“ Um, can we come in?” Y/n asks, squeezing taeyongs hand tighter from her nerves. Doyoung just nods and opens the door wider for them to enter, closing the door behind them.

After a few moments of standing in silence in the entrance of doyoungs apartment, Y/n goes to say something but stops when taeyong lets go of her hands and throws himself at doyoung. Forcing him into a hug.

“ I'm so sorry, doyoung we both are!” Taeyong says loudly, closing his eyes. Y/n looks at him with wide eyes at his outburst when he planned out what to say on the drive here.

“ We really are sorry, You Are our best friend and we should have thought more of your feelings” Taeyong whispers, hugging him tighter. Doyoung groans and pushes taeyong off him annoyed by how tight he was hugging him.

“ I really am doyoung, i'm sorry i left like that” Y/n sighed, the guilt coming back to her. Doyoung looks at both of them and wants to frown when he sees the sincerity in their eyes and the frowns on their faces.

Doyoung knows that they feel terrible about what happened, he also feels terrible. He knew Taeyong liked y/n it was painfully obvious. But he still asked her out and kissed her.

“ It's okay y/n, i understand why you left” He says, sending her a reassuring smile.

“ I'm sorry to” He sighs looking at them fiddling with the end of his sweater. The sweater he stole from taeyong.

“ Do you wanna know what rule 48 is” Y/n asks, glancing at taeyong to see him already smiling at doyoung.

“ Is it really lime for those rules” doyoung sighs but on the inside he's extremely curious, especially when she brought it up now.

“ Rule 48…..Never let a relationship ruin a friendship” Y/n says softly looking at him with hopeful eyes. Doyoung glances at both of them and feels his eyes water at the confession suddenly feeling stupid from all the mean thoughts he had about himself earlier.

They still want to be his friend, no they still want to still be his best friends and doyoung wants that more than anything. Doyoung sighs and opens his arms wide and before he can blink he feels to bodys hug him tight.

“ Doyoung….are you crying?” y/n asks him when she hears a loud sniffle. Doyoung laughs and shakes his head, hugging them back.

“ No that's taeyong” He teases making taeyong pinch his hip causing doyoung to let out a loud yelp and pull away from the hug.

“ Shut up” Taeyong pouts, pushing both of their shoulders when they both start to laugh.

“ I don't know about you two but i'm in desperate need of a movie night” Y/n grins, changing the subject before they start arguing. They both agree and make their way into the living room after the couple take off their shoes and jackets.

“ I think it's time i find out about all of these rules” ' Doyoung laughs sitting next to taeyong on the couch. The couple laugh and nod their head agreeing with him.

“ Okay taeyong you make the ramyeon and i'll look for the list in my notes” Y/n tells the two making doyoung scoff at her.

“ Are you serious?” Doyoung says loudly, glaring at her making taeyong stop from getting up from the couch.

“ Do you not want ramyeon?” Y/n trails off looking at him weirdly.

“ You have a list of the rules in your phone but i had to do the dishes when i forgot what rule 3 is” doyoung exclaims in shock when the couple starts laughing.

“ When you say it like that it makes us sound…” Y/n says but has to stop from hard she was laughing.

“ What is rule 3?” Taeyong teases him, making Doyoung turn his glare towards him instead.

“ Just go make ramyeon!” Doyoung shouts, slapping his friend's shoulder, getting even more frustrated when they laugh harder.

“ Okay Okay” Taeyong laughs, sending them both a smile before walking out of the living room and into the kitchen.

“ So I was thinking we can watch a scary movie” She tells him while turning on the tv but turns to look at doyoung when she gets no response. Seeing him giving her a ‘ are you serious’ look.

“ A romcom it is” She smiles going into the genre, Both of them looking for a movie that the three of them haven't already watched.

After waiting a little bit for the food to be done, The three of them are sitting on the couch eating and watching the movie. Doyoung insisted they had to watch. And y/n cant help but feel happiness spread over her when she looks at Taeyong and doyoung,

She loves them both….. just in a different way.

Note: well that was the first fic of this series! I really hoped you enjoyed it. This has been my first fic I’ve written in a long time so it might not be that good lol. I was really excited about writing this because Monsta x and Nct are my two favorites. I’m sorry if it’s not what you expected and if it seems a little rushed. I honestly didn’t expect the series master list to get so much exposure so I really tried to get it out as fast as I could! I had some struggles writing certain parts but I’m happy with how it turned out. I hope you enjoyed it! :]

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Elysium

god this fic took forever i’m so sorry!! but hey, first fic on the new blog! <33 also y’all should really thank @iwaasfairy who listened to me complain about this fic for a solid month, she’s the reason it got finished

Cult leader Oikawa Tooru x female reader

tw: indoctrination, extremely dubious consent, blood, yandere themes, religious themes, minor character death, implied abuse & drug use, mild smut, nsfw

The island itself is breathtaking

Pristine beaches with gleaming white sand, vast swathes of lush, green rainforest and waterfalls that cascade into shimmering pools of crystal clear water. Untouched, undisturbed; a paradise. At least, that’s how Ryuji had described it.

Paradise, but only in the sense that a gingerbread cottage in the middle of the woods is paradise to a lost and hungry child.

He hadn’t been wrong. Bare feet sink into soft, white sand as you climb from the boat - the warmth just toeing the line between pleasant and burning. Gentle waves ebb and flow behind you, and there’s a light breeze that kisses your skin, the taste of seasalt carrying in the wind. Home, it seems to sing.

A laugh sounds somewhere in the distance, yet the only other figure on the beach is a man walking steadily towards you. He smiles when he sees you’ve noticed him; friendly, non-threatening. It’s a far cry from the swarming welcoming committee you’d been dreading, and you wonder if that’s somehow intentional as well.

As the boat pushes back out to sea he comes to a stop before you, “I’m Makki,” he says, pushing the fringe of his hair back and giving you a not-so-subtle once over. Whatever he sees must meet approval, because his grin only widens, “Welcome to the Commune.”

Ryuji wasn’t wrong; the island is a beautiful, deadly thing.

—

You’d never heard of the Commune before the phone call.

And maybe that shouldn’t be so surprising. You’ll be the first to admit you’re hardly an expert, but from what you do know, groups like the Commune – cults – don’t spring up out of thin air and start broadcasting their mistreatment and systematic abuse.

They’re not the kind of people that have sweet old ladies clutching their pearls and mothers shepherding their children away – at least, not in the beginning. Not entirely. They’re not out to recruit extremists to further their cause, they choose to prey on the vulnerable, the lost and the disillusioned. Those easily manipulated. You suspect that’s why when you google the Commune, all you find is a website for what essentially looks like a long term luxury wellness retreat.

‘The Commune is about healing and harmony, about returning to nature, supporting one another to forge a brighter, more holistic future together… a self-sufficient community living apart from technology and other evils of modern society.’

You fight the urge to roll your eyes as you scroll through. There’s a whisper of philosophical teachings woven throughout, a page dedicated to their founder, Oikawa Tooru – smiling handsomely in every single picture, because what would a burgeoning cult be without a charismatic leader – but there’s not enough.

So here you are, on an island hundreds of miles away from home living amongst strangers; because Ryuji wouldn’t have sounded so terrified if this was just some alternate, free-loving bunch of hippies.

And even with all that he’d told you, everything you thought you’d be prepared for, the Commune is like nothing you could’ve imagined.

Makki introduces you to Asuka, a woman only a few years older than yourself, dark haired and stunningly beautiful, and winks as he tells her to take you under her wing. She smiles brightly, eyes twinkling, and pulls you into a heartfelt hug – as if you’ve known each other your whole lives.

“We’re so glad you’re here!” she beams.

You’d like to hate her.

It feels like you're supposed to, sometimes; when she gets that dreamy look in her eyes and starts talking about Oikawa and the Commune and how lucky everyone here on the island is. Yet there’s something about her – the genuine warmth she emanates maybe, or the kindness in her eyes – that makes it difficult for you not to like her.

“You should come to the gathering tomorrow,” she hums idly one afternoon, maybe a week or so after your arrival. The two of you are sitting on the edge of the pier, legs dangling down into the water, tangled fishing nets to be repaired strewn between you.

“I always go,” you reply.

She laughs, fixing you with a knowing look, “And sit right at the very back, all but running off the moment we finish?”

And your traitorous heart skips a beat.

“It’s okay to take things slowly,” she says. “We understand that being a part of the Commune is a big change from the life you knew, and that not everybody is able to see what we see and embrace those changes.”

Asuka sets down the knot she’s working through and reaches for your hand, a gentle smile on her face, “But you shouldn’t be afraid. You’re meant to be here, I can feel it. You just need to stop fighting against it; surrender yourself to us, to the island, and everything’ll make sense, I promise.”

It’s dangerous territory. One wrong word could set off alarm bells, yet you can’t help pressing just a little.

“Do you ever miss it, then? Life outside the Commune?”

Your family. Friends. The life you left behind before you came here to be brainwashed like all of the others.

“Why would I?” she answers without missing a beat, and it’s hard to ignore the bitter flicker of disappointment you feel at her answer. “The island provides for us, we don’t have to spend our days selling off tiny pieces of ourselves just to make ends meet. It’s paradise here, and we have Oikawa to thank for that. Why would I ever want to go back?”

Silence falls between you as you struggle to think of something to say to salvage the situation. Yet Asuka isn’t even looking at you, instead staring out at the water with a strangely pensive expression.

“Did you know I was married once?” The words seemingly out of the blue, you can only shake your head. For a moment, she doesn’t reply, watching as the waves rise and crash offshore. And then;

“I was young, eighteen or so, fresh out of high school and he was a small town cop.” Her eyes flicker to yours, and your heart clenches at the sadness and pain echoing there. “I thought he was a good man, once upon a time.”

A chord strikes deep, your chest tightening involuntarily at her words. It’s not the same, of course it’s not the same, and yet…

No. You stop the errant thought in its tracks. Groups like the Commune prey on the vulnerable, you know this. People like Ryuji, like Asuka, like–

Her fingers squeeze around yours, pulling you back to the present. “Come to the gathering tomorrow. Listen to Oikawa, it’ll help.”

—

She doesn’t give you a choice in the matter – dragging you by the hand to sit right at the front of the gathered crowd that very night.

Oikawa’s handsomer up close; tall and dark haired with pretty eyes and long, sweeping lashes that frame delicate cheekbones, it’s not hard for you to see how a man like him has amassed such an impassioned following.

Once he starts actually speaking, however, you realise that his good looks and charming smile are just the tip of the iceberg. Oikawa’s utterly captivating as he preaches about the cycle of life and death and the paradise that awaits his faithful. Passionate and engaging, he speaks like he truly believes every word of the lies he’s spreading.

And Asuka, her friends, the others gathered, they eat up every word like it’s gospel truth, resounding cheers and thunderous applause deafening around you. In the midst of the rapturous din, Oikawa’s eyes flit to yours.

Slowly, he smiles – a dazzling grin that makes your stomach flip – and everything; Asuka, the noise, the others swarming around you, it all fades away.

For one electrifying heartbeat, you’re frozen in place. Just you and Oikawa, trapped in the pull of each other’s gaze.

—

You can’t forget the reason you came.

But it’s… difficult, in a way you struggle to understand. You only have one purpose for being here, one goal; find Ryuji and bring him home.

And yet, some days it’s like there’s a fog in your mind, and you have to focus to remember why you’re here at all. You catch yourself laughing with Asuka and her friends, the days passing by in a blur of endless, easy distractions.

It barely feels like work when you’re sitting under the shade of the trees, eating the fruits you’ve picked by hand – ripe and sweet, unlike anything you’ve ever tasted – diving off waterfalls into the crystalline water and meandering down the shore collecting seashells. Even when you are working, mending clothes or cooking with the others, it fills you with a sense of contentment you can’t quite explain.

Like you’re a part of something bigger. Like you’re doing something that matters.

Ryuji becomes a distant thought. A whisper in the back of your head, a niggling in your gut, easily brushed aside and ignored until there’s a moment of quiet. In the dead of night, the balmy summer night’s breeze kissing your bare skin, you lie awake, lost in memories of the last time you’d seen him.

Fists angrily pounding at your door, the yelling that gave way to sobs and the hoarse, desperate pleas that followed. Ryuji’s face; pupils blown wide and eyes rimmed in red, darting restlessly around as he held you too tight and begged–

Rolling over in bed, you gaze out your window at the star flecked sky, the shadows of the forest that lie at your doorstep, and wonder what it is that scares you more; that you’ve lost track of the days you’ve been here, and saving Ryuji is starting to feel like an afterthought, or that you could so easily forget all of it, find a place here in the Commune and be happy.

‘The island, it–it fucks with your head.’

Ryuji’d told you that, and you’d brushed it off as paranoia. You need to find him. Find him and get the hell outta dodge.

You can deal with the fallout later.

—

Kiyoshi.

He’d mentioned the name a few times amidst his rambling – a friend of his on the island. You’re annoyed with yourself for not thinking of it sooner, however much like Ryuji himself, trying to focus and remember the name is like wading through thick mud.

Once you do, though, finding him amongst the hundred and fifty or so inhabitants is the easy part.

There’s no strict division between genders within the Commune, however Kyoshi, despite his somewhat lean stature, is among the builders of the island and his path doesn’t often cross with yours.

From Asuka you find out that he’s been a part of the Commune for years now, before even she joined, and that he mostly sticks to himself, though you’ve seen him chatting quietly to a few of the other men, a perpetually angry looking blonde in particular.

It’s the last part that piques her interest, “Why’re you so curious, anyway?” she asks, her face lighting up as a sudden thought occurs. “Do you want me to introduce you two? To be honest, I didn’t think he’d be your type, if you’re interested, though…”

Cheeks aflame, you’re quick to shut her down. “No, no, nothing like that. I’ve just… seen him around and we’ve never really spoken, I guess.”

A lame excuse, though mercifully she lets the subject drop without too much prodding.

Therein, of course, lies the problem. Walking up to Kyoshi and casually trying to drop Ryuji into the conversation without raising red flags is risky, but what other options do you have? You’ve already spent too much time on this island.

Although, maybe Asuka has the right idea.

While you hadn’t been lying when you said you weren’t interested in Kyoshi in that way, nobody else knew that. Who would really look twice at the shy newbie striking up a conversation with the quiet, easygoing man? He wasn’t unattractive per se, and from the brief interactions you’d seen of him, he seemed kind enough.

You have enough patience (barely) to wait for dusk the following night. There’s a celebration, something about the full moon and a blessing on the island and the Commune– you hadn’t really been paying attention when Oikawa had spoken about it. Still, it’s too good an opportunity to pass up. With the fire pits crackling, and the dancing and music and the sweet honey wine flowing freely, nobody will be paying too much attention to what you’ll be doing. Hopefully, the alcohol will also serve to lower Kiyoshi’s guard, and perhaps if you’re really, really lucky, loosen his tongue as well.

Of course, you’re not banking on him telling you exactly where Ryu is or what happened to him– and that’s assuming he actually knows – but at this point you’ll take anything over the nothing you currently have. A tiny slip up, that’s all you’re asking for.

As the sun descends beyond the horizon, you play your role well, laughing and chatting amongst friends, sipping carefully at the cup of wine in your hand as you wait for an opening. And perhaps it’s your nerves working against you, but you find that it’s not just Kiyoshi your attention is drawn to.

Up on the shore, away from the rabble, Oikawa lounges back with a cup of the same honeyed wine you’re pretending to drink. For the most part he seems deep in conversation with Iwaizumi, his right hand, but every once in a while he glances up, letting his gaze roam over the crowd of his followers.

Every inch a king and his general.

And it would seem benevolent, if not for the strange smile he wears – the one that widens when his eyes catch yours.

Swallowing tightly, you force yourself not to dwell on it, to ignore the odd sensation curling in your gut and the way your skin prickles under his attention. Now is not the time to lose focus.

Pushing all thoughts of Oikawa aside, you subtly scan the beach once more, only to find that Kiyoshi’s moved, sitting now on a piece of old driftwood near the bonfire. Alone for the first time tonight.

Your legs are moving before the thought even fully registers.

“Do you mind if I sit?” you ask, gesturing to the empty space on the log beside him.

Kiyoshi smiles, the laugh lines at corners of his eyes crinkling pleasantly, and shakes his head, “Not at all.”

“Thanks.”

Taking another sip of your wine, you will your shoulders to relax, your racing pulse to slow. This has to seem natural, and so you force yourself to hold your tongue, let your head loll back and breathe deep, soaking it all in. You can hear the others in the distance, the music and the dancing, the happy laughter and shouts that beckon – you want to go join them. Even your blood seems to hum, a call of something other pulsing through your veins.

But you pay it no mind. There are more important things to worry about tonight.

Indeed, steel blue eyes have been appraising you curiously for a while now. “This is your first Lunar blessing, isn’t it?” Kiyoshi asks after a moment.

You nod, humming in agreement. Less than a month; you’ve been here less than a month. Is that a good thing?

“Are you enjoying yourself?”

A harmless enough question, and again you nod your head. “Yeah, it’s…” you pause, searching for words that won’t sound hollow. “It’s paradise. I feel like I need to pinch myself just to make sure it’s real.”

He smiles gently. “But?” he probes.

Grimly, you wonder whether Kiyoshi’s usually this perceptive, or if you’re just a really terrible actor. In a way, you suppose it really doesn’t make a difference; you’ve come too far to turn back now – at least not without raising suspicion.

So you lie with a truth, and pray that it works.

“I had a friend I was supposed to meet here,” you confess quietly, gazing not at him but the crackling flames of the bonfire, the burning embers carried off into the night. “He was the one who said I should come, but now I’m here and he’s not and every time I catch myself enjoying this–”

“You feel guilty,” he surmises, cutting you off. “Because he’s not here to enjoy it with you.”

Wordlessly, you nod – and maybe it isn’t so much of an act when your eyes begin to glisten, your smile wavering.

Kiyoshi’s silent for a moment, and you take another sip of the honey wine to hide your nerves. “You shouldn’t, you know,” he says eventually. “Feel guilty, I mean. You belong here, with the Commune. You’re happy here. Paradise… isn’t for everybody.”

He doesn’t say it to be cruel, more like he’s simply stating a fact, and somehow that makes it all the more unnerving. And it’s nothing you haven’t listened to Oikawa preach about time and time again. The Commune is for the devoted, the faithful – the lucky few – and you’ve never thought too hard about what he’d meant by that.

The Commune’s small, maybe a hundred and fifty or so people on the island. There’d been no initiation, no test of faith or trial period you’d had to pass when you arrived – at least, none that you’d been aware of. You simply stepped off the boat and they’d welcomed you with open arms.

An uneasy sensation settles into your gut, goosebumps prickling at your skin despite the heat of the midsummer night.

That… doesn’t make sense. It can’t. Absolute control’s too important in groups like this, they couldn’t just let anyone–

Kiyoshi speaks again, his calm voice pulling you from your thoughts. “What was his name?”

You blink at him slowly – stupidly. “Sorry?”

“Your friend,” he clarifies. “What was his name?”

“Oh, um- Ryuji.”

Kiyoshi’s brow furrows in thought for a moment, but he merely shakes his head, “Doesn’t ring a bell, but like I said, not everyone who arrives stays with us for long.”

He looks you right in the eye as he says it.

You don’t understand the cold, foreboding that seeps through your veins, because he’s lying. He has to be.

Ryuji was here. They were friends, Ryu’d told you that–

Why did you think this stupid plan would work anyway? That he’d tell you anything, much less the truth when this whole fucked up island is full of liars and those too indoctrinated to know the difference?

“You alright?” he asks when abruptly, you shoot to your feet beside him.

And it takes every ounce of willpower you have left to force an easy smile to your lips, raising your cup just a fraction, “Yeah, just gonna go get a refill. Thanks for the talk, Kiyoshi.”

Whether he notices that your wine’s barely touched or not, you don’t care – not as you turn on your heel without another word and head back up the beach.

Your head is pounding, your body trembling – you don’t hear the call of your name until a hand reaches out and grasps at your wrist, spinning you around.

Asuka greets you with a wide grin, Makki and a tall, broad shouldered man you think is called Mattsun standing either side of her – the former’s arm slung casually over her shoulder. “There you are! I’ve been looking for you,” she says. “Come on, we’re gonna go swimming, it’s so pretty out there!”

You glance out towards the ocean. Moonlight bathes the inky blue water, light shimmering off the rippling tide; some of the others are already out there, splashing amongst the waves.

“Clothing optional, of course,” Makki laughs, and Asuka tugs on your wrist once more.

“C’mon, it’ll be fun!”

But you shake your head, slowly pulling your hand from her grip, “I’m not feeling great, I think I’m gonna head back.”

Asuka frowns, concern marring her pretty features. “Are you okay? Do you need us to call Mizo–”

“No,” you say, cutting her off. Healer Mizoguchi is the last person you need to see right now. “I just– I just need to go lie down for a bit. You guys go have fun – enjoy the blessing, I’ll be fine.”

Makki and Asuka share a fleeting look, but it’s Mattsun who interjects before either one of them can speak, “I’ll walk you back, then.”

Your stomach churns. It doesn’t sound like a suggestion.

And the smart thing to do would be to accept his help; the walk from the beach to your villa isn’t far, and while you’re not as familiar with Mattsun as you are with Makki or Asuka, it’s not like he’s going to hurt you or anything, but–

“Really– you don’t need to, it’s fine,” you smile weakly, shuffling back as he reaches to offer you his arm. “Go swim, I’ll see you guys in the morning.”

Mattsun shrugs easily enough, falling back into line with the other two – yet there’s something in the way he grins and holds your gaze for a beat longer. A glimmer of amusement, as if there’s some joke you're not a part of. “I’ll hold you to it, sweetheart.”

The heat that floods your cheeks clashes uncomfortably with the cloying heaviness in your stomach, but somehow you manage to stutter out one last goodbye before turning back to scamper off in the direction of your room.

–But not to lie down.

There’s not a cloud in the sky, and the full moon’s bright. No need for a torch, not unless you decide to venture into the heart of the forest.

You’ve been a fool. Kiyoshi, Asuka, Makki, Mattsun; you can’t trust any of them to help you, even unwittingly. Ryuji’s here on the island – somewhere – and every second that slips away, every second that you allow yourself to forget puts him in further danger.

And so you cling to your discomfort, ground yourself in it. The prickling sensation at the back of your neck, the tightness in your chest as you slip past your villa, keeping low and quiet – they’re a reminder that there is something insidious here on the island, that you have to get out.

You and Ryuji.

He’s here. Away from the others, kept under lock and key as punishment, or maybe being forced to undergo whatever kind of glorified brainwashing they’ve got going on, but here. You need to be smart about this, because while you don’t intend to stop until you find him, tonight will be your best shot – while everyone’s distracted down on the beach.

For the first time in a long time, it feels like you have a clear head.

Creeping through the underbrush, you steer clear of the well trod pathways that lead towards habitation. You’ve been there, and to the docks, and the river.

If they’re still keeping him here (and they are, you refuse to entertain the possibility that it could be otherwise) then it’s not somewhere out in the open. A bird cries out in the distance shattering the calm of the night, and you flinch – but it only serves as another reminder that your time tonight is limited; you cannot afford to delay. You wrack your brain, trying to dredge up memories of the last few weeks, surely you must have seen something–

“Lost?”

The single word, spoken in a deep, gruff voice has your blood running cold.

Slowly, you turn.

Iwa stands behind you in the thicket, his face utterly impassive. Briefly, you contemplate whether it’s worth trying to bluff your way out of this, but Iwa’s eyes narrow, flashing in the dim light and you think better of it.

A sigh escapes you, your shoulders deflating. “Where is he– Ryuji?” you ask; a whisper rather than a demand.

Iwa’s expression gives nothing away. Did he know, or have you handed him the smoking gun of a crime that’d fallen through the cracks? Does it even matter anymore? You’re just–

You’re tired.

Exhausted. In the space of a few moments all of that shining determination and resolve; it fled, leaving a gaping hole in its wake. This has to end, you can’t keep fighting against them forever. You can’t keep drowning in this guilt, feeling torn every second that you spend here on this stupid island. You just want to find Ryuji and go home.

… Right?

A tense beat passes as Iwa appraises you, and then; “Come with me.”

The hand he places on your shoulder doesn’t give you much choice. His grip isn’t what you’d describe as gentle, yet he’s careful enough to make sure you don’t trip or stumble as he marches you north.

In the thick of the forest away from the beach, it’s eerily quiet. Every twig that snaps underfoot, every ragged breath you draw; it feels too loud. Out of place amongst the stillness of the midsummer night.

And isn’t it ironic, that for the first time since you set foot in this paradise, you feel like you’re trespassing?

A bead of sweat trickles down from your temple and your mind unwittingly drifts back to Mattsun and Makki. Are they still swimming with Asuka? Probably, you reason. It’s hard to pinpoint exactly how long it’s been since you left them on the beach, but surely no more than an hour.

And strangely, like water drawn from the depths of a well, an image comes to mind; the four of you standing in the waves, you perched atop Mattsun’s shoulders, screaming and giggling in delight as Asuka tries to knock you down again, two sets of eyes watching from the shore…

You should have stayed on the beach.

“Can I ask you something?”

“You can ask,” he replies drily – humouring you, you suppose.

Your lips quirk upwards for the briefest of moments. “What happens on the Lunar blessing? Asuka, the others– no one told me what it was.”

Iwaizumi doesn’t answer you immediately, but you feel his fingers reflexively tighten on your shoulder. Likely it wasn’t the question he was expecting; surely there were others that you could have asked – but you don’t really want the answers to those.

If you’re being led like a lamb to proverbial slaughter, what good would it do you to know it?

And yet as the seconds pass and no answer seems forthcoming from your captor, you resign yourself to the fact that your curiosity will remain unsated. You don’t even know what prompted you to ask in the first place; knowing Oikawa it’s probably some grand, meaningless spectacle. Pretty, hollow words spoken only to–

A heavy sigh draws you from your thoughts, and you falter in your step, almost tripping over your own feet in the process. Iwa’s quick to right you, urging you forward with a less than gentle nudge. “Walk straight,” he grunts, yet it lacks any true heat. Anticipation flutters through your veins, and he mutters a soft curse behind you. “Fine. It… it’s an exchange.”

An exchange? What the hell was that supposed to mean? Your eyebrows draw together, mouth opening to press the matter, but Iwa beats you to the punch.

“You’ll find out for yourself soon enough, now shut up.”

You have no response to that, so you do.

—

The two of you walk in silence for what feels like hours. Eventually, the terrain becomes steeper, the worn path you’re treading twisting and winding, and you realise you must be close to the mountains at the heart of the island.

As your breath comes in heavy pants, your legs beginning to ache, you can’t help but be lost in the beauty of it all.

The flora’s different here, unlike any you’ve seen before. Flowers bursting from the bark of towering trees, blooms of vibrant hues; reds and purples and soft, baby pinks. Even the vines at your feet curl amongst pretty white buds that gleam invitingly under the moonlight. Your jaw falls open as you gaze around in wonderment.

You forget why you’re walking, where it is that you’re heading. Iwa’s grip relaxes as a quiet gasp escapes you, and he doesn’t stop you when you stray from the path to take a closer look. You can’t resist reaching out to touch the silken petals, leaning in to smell their perfume. Soft and light and sweet, your eyes flutter shut, a smile creeping across your visage.

It reminds you of home. Not your actual home – the rundown, tiny shoebox apartment you gave up before you came here – but something deeper.

Home, like the long summer days spent playing in your parents’ backyard. Home, like afternoons curled up by the window, watching the rain come down in sheets outside.

Home, like the comfort of arms wrapped around you; two hearts beating in sync.

“C’mon,” Iwa interrupts after a minute or so, his voice a touch less gruff. “We’re almost there.”

Dazed, you find yourself nodding, allowing him to guide you back to the path. This time, he doesn’t grab you by the shoulder, seemingly content enough to walk by your side.

True to his word, it’s only another few minutes before you see it; a wooden villa, four times the size of your own and far, far grander, set amongst a clearing of trees on the mountainside. Confused, your eyes flicker from the villa to Iwa and back again. Gossamer curtains billow lightly in the breeze, a warm, inviting glow spilling from the open windows. Surely this cannot be where he meant to lead you… and yet he merely stands at your side, arms folded across his broad chest, watching you expectantly.

“You gonna make me carry you up there?” he asks, not unkindly.

Swallowing tightly, you shake your head.

Another glance, and you catch a shadow lingering by the window. Your heart skips a beat, apprehension curling in your gut as you begin to walk, every step feels less steady than the last. You’re almost glad when Iwa takes you by the arm; if only so that you have something to focus on other than the growing tightness in your chest. The villa, with its pretty flowers and airy, elegant grandeur is far from the isolated cell you’d been afraid of, yet the uncertainty of what you’re walking into eats at you all the same.

Is this where they’ve been keeping Ryu, or has he brought you here for another reason?

Nothing, however, can prepare you for what you find inside. Warm light emanates from lanterns that bathe the room, and your eyes widen as you stare around you.

Strange, gold carvings inlaid with mother of pearl decorate the thick, woodens support beams, a pot of incense burns on a table overflowing with fresh fruit. There’s a jug of the same honeyed wine you’d drank earlier in the night and two cups set on an ornate stand nearby – just within arms reach of one of the chaise lounges.

Iwa affords you little time to gape, drawing you further in. Silken tapestries hang from the walls – you’re pulled along too quickly to truly take note, but the brief glimpses you get hint at a story; a divine being cast from his home, lost and wandering.

It tugs at something buried within you, and uncomfortable, you tear your eyes away.

The two of you reach a closed door at the end of the hall, and Iwa pulls you to a stop, knocking once.

“Come,” a familiar voice calls.

You stiffen, though perhaps you should have foreseen this outcome. Who else would Iwa bring you to but to him? Distantly, you register his grip relaxing, the sound of the door sweeping open and his voice at your ear.

“Go on.”

And it’s funny, you think, how two halves of yourself can be so at odds with each other. Because while your stomach twists itself into knots, goosebumps prickling at your skin, your legs stumble forward of their own accord.

Two steps forward, and your breath catches in your throat.

It’s a bedroom, that much you can deduce from the decor, but that’s not what captures your attention. Nor is it Oikawa, leaning against the bureau with a genial smile – at least not at first.

No. In place of a back wall, there’s open space, not so much as a panel of glass obstructing the view before you. And what a view it is; from this height you can see the sprawling forest below, the coastline dotted with bonfires and the moonlit ocean shimmering beyond. Where the floorboards end, there are steps, you realise as you unwittingly inch closer, leading to a cascading spring – likely fed from the waterfall you can hear rushing nearby.

How easy it would be to brush aside your worries, you think, to shed your clothes, slip into the cool, calm water and lose yourself entirely. Even amongst all you’ve seen and experienced on the island so far, this is incomparable.

“Stunning, isn’t it?” Oikawa murmurs, coming up behind you.

His voice startles you, yet when you turn, you find him not gazing out at the scenery but rather at you, that same strange, knowing smile curling at his lips.

“Some days, I admit, it’s hard to tear myself away,” he continues, unbothered by your stunned silence. “But even I can’t neglect my duties for too long.”

You swallow, tongue darting out to wet your lips. Confusion twists through you at the conversational tone, surely he hasn’t brought you here just to chat about the impressive views, yet there’s no hint of disapproval on his face, no indication that he’s anything less than pleased with you.

It’s unnerving to say the least, but you’ll play along with his game if that’s what Oikawa wants.

“Beautiful,” you say, though the words feel woefully inadequate even as you speak them.

He hums in agreement, something akin to pride flickers in his eyes at your assessment, “A labour of love, I suppose. But… everything you see here, everything I’ve built, it comes with a price. You understand that, don’t you?”

“I-I’m sorry?” you stutter.

“Paradise,” he elaborates, his smile widening. “There’s no give without take. Those people down there,” he nods down at the beach, the tiny, ant-like figures still milling about, “the lost, the beaten, the abused – I gave them what they so desperately sought; a sanctuary. A life without struggle, without suffering.” He pauses for a moment, reaching forward to take your hand. You almost flinch, almost skitter across the room to put as much distance between you as you can, but you don’t–

His palm is warm as it envelops yours, a pleasant heat that seems to spread through your veins, easing your tense muscles. There’s nothing to fear from him, you’re safe with Oikawa.

“Aren’t you happy here?”

Yes.

“What about the price?” you ask instead, though it takes more concentration than it should to force the words out.

Oikawa’s thumb sweeps along the back of your hand. “I never said it was your price to pay,” he soothes.

There’s something wrong with that sentence, but another sharp knock at the door draws your attention before you can think too hard about it. You turn out of instinct, barely aware of the way his hand tightens fractionally around your own.

A single finger at your jaw coaxes your attention back to him. “If you built a paradise, wouldn’t you give whatever necessary to ensure it flourished?”

Oikawa stares at you expectantly, deep brown eyes searching your face as he waits for an answer. Agreement would be the logical choice – the one he seems to want from you – but even as your lips part, the only sound that escapes is a breathless, confused noise.

When you were a kid, maybe six or seven, your parents took you to the beach one day and you waded too far out into the water. The waves were bigger than you expected; all it took was one mistimed jump and you were dragged under.

It wasn’t for long, probably only seconds, and ultimately you were fine – but you remember those few seconds so vividly. The feeling of helplessly tumbling through the water, fighting to break the surface but not knowing which way was up. Your lungs crying out for oxygen, the disorientation and dizziness, the panic.

It feels like that now – like the floor’s dropped out from beneath you and you’re just hurtling through empty air, desperately trying to slow yourself down with nothing to grab onto.

None of this makes any sense. Your emotions are shot to pieces, too many parts of yourself being pulled in different directions and you’re not sure which ones you can trust anymore. How can you be? Oikawa’s still holding your hand, smiling at you, and you just want everything to stop for a second so you can right yourself and breathe–

The door opens.

Iwaizumi appears in your field of vision, dragging a bound, hooded figure behind him. And because this is all some big, cosmic joke, you get your wish. Both of them, actually.

Time slows.

Even with a burlap sack pulled over his head, you recognise the man Iwa shoves to the floor and sneers at.

Hundreds of miles, weeks of uselessly traipsing around this fucking island, and finally–

Finally, you’ve found Ryu.

There should be relief. Fear, considering his current state, yes, but Ryuji’s here and he’s alive and as the hood is ripped off his head Oikawa squeezes your hand and the only thing you feel is… anger.

Not a heated flash that surges through your blood. It’s slow and seething, insipid. You look at him, locked in place as empty, pleading eyes meet yours and all you can think is that all of this – everything – is his fault.

“Asuka told you why she came to me, didn’t she?” Oikawa asks.

Your brow furrows, why–why is he asking you that now, how did he even–

He slips closer behind you, letting your hand go in favour of your shoulder, his spare dragging lightly along the bare skin of your arm. “She was lost, in so much pain. The physical wounds, they heal after a while,” his voice is right in your ear, a low murmur that sends a shiver rippling down your spine.

It isn’t an unpleasant feeling.

“But the scars inside, well… sometimes those fester.”

Gagged and bound, kneeling at your feet, Ryu doesn’t even try to make a sound.

He’s thinner than you remember. Face gaunt and bruised; there’s a half healed, mottled yellow one painted across the left side of his jaw, one eye purple and swollen. You glance at Iwa, standing stoically behind him, muscular arms folded across his chest. His work, you wonder, or others as well? You notice the tear tracks running down his face, catching the light of the lanterns, but it’s as if you’re seeing it all through a thick pane of glass. None of it reaches you, there’s nothing but that simmering, ugly feeling in your gut.

Oikawa hums, “I told you that Paradise wasn’t for everyone. It’s a haven, yes, but there are those who simply… don’t belong.”

His body’s so warm, pressed up against yours. Fingertips graze along your side, and this time you don’t bother biting back that tiny, breathless moan. Iwa briefly smirks at it, but there’s no embarrassment. Why should there be? Your eyes flit back to Ryu, bowed on the wooden floor.

Another memory resurfaces; A sharp crack and a ringing in your ears, Ryuji, eyes bloodshot and glazed, falling to his knees, clutching frantically at the leg of your pants as endless apologies spill from his lips.

It wasn’t him. It was never him.

“He hurt you,” Oikawa purrs. “He kept hurting you, I saw it.”

The words wash over you like waves breaking on the shore, but you find yourself nodding anyway. It was the truth, wasn’t it? A thousand tiny hurts, piled up on one another until you finally broke.

And you’d still come when he’d called.

Listened to him when he’d begged you not to hang up the phone.

“Iwa.”

The brunet moves towards a grand chest of drawers pushed up against the western wall. An ornate dagger sits atop, strange and beautiful; the blade isn’t steel or any metal you’ve seen before, but some kind of black stone, the handle intricately carved ivory. You hadn’t even noticed it before, Oikawa’s room filled to the brim with odd trinkets and treasures, but now that you have, it’s hard to tear your eyes away.

Iwa takes it and carries it over towards the two of you, holding it with the utmost care.

“Obsidian,” Oikawa informs you as he accepts the blade from his friend, bringing it in front of you both to show it off. “Pretty, isn’t it?” And while you can’t see his face, you can hear the smile in his tone.

He isn’t wrong though.

Ever so carefully you reach out, the soft pads of your fingertips running along the obsidian surface, surprisingly cool to the touch. The razor sharp edges – wavy and asymmetrical, leading to a tapered point – you’re careful to avoid, almost positive you’d draw blood with the slightest touch.

“Take it,” he urges, his breath ghosting over the shell of your ear.

Obediently, you turn your hand over, your fingers wrapping around the hilt when he presses it against your palm. And as long fingers curl around yours, you idly wonder how old the dagger is – there’s not so much as a scratch on it, yet there’s something about the weapon in your hand that feels ancient. It thrums under your combined touch.

Oikawa jerks his chin at Iwa, and with a short nod and one last, lingering glance cast your way, the latter exits once again.

Leaving you and Oikawa alone with Ryuji.

“It’s almost time,” he remarks – though time for what, you’re not entirely sure. His lips press against your hair, his arm dropping from your shoulder to your waist, drawing you flush against him. “I know why you came to me, the lies that led you here.”

Both of you turn your attention back to Ryuji at that, the bound man now shaking with the force of his muffled sobs, snot dripping from his nose. That bitter resentment rears its ugly head again, soothed only by Oikawa’s pacifying hum, his thumb now rubbing slow circles at your side. “Shh, I’m not angry – none of that matters now. You’ve found a home here, no? You want to stay on the island with me.”

You swallow, nodding your head rapidly. The thought of having to leave now, of being forced out after everything you’ve seen and felt and experienced here, you– you can’t fathom it. You don’t want to.

Ryuji’d wrought so much damage, but even before he’d swept through your life… had you ever been happy? Were you ever truly accepted – or loved, for that matter?

You can’t go back to that life. You won’t; he’ll have to drag you kicking and screaming from the shore. The Commune is your home, this is where you belong. Here, with Oikawa.

“Good girl,” he croons, another kiss pressed to the crown of your head. You beam at the praise and Ryuji crumples a little further. “Death begets life, you understand now, don’t you?”

You glance at the obsidian dagger in your hand and then at Ryu, beaten and bruised, bowed in forced supplication before you, and nod.

His fingers tighten around yours, “Then do it.”

Leaning forward, you reach for Ryu, fingers lightly trailing down his ruined cheek, curling at his chin to coax his head upwards. He squeezes his eyes shut, pain and regret etched over every inch of his face, but he doesn’t fight you.

Baring his throat to your dagger, Ryuji’s pleas take the shape of your name.

Muffled, thanks to the gag, but unmistakable. And for one single moment, you falter.

This… this is wrong; for all his faults, and god knows there were plenty, Ryu didn’t des–

A wave of calm washes over you, allaying your fears, your doubts. Your breath leaves you in a heavy gust, taking with it the tension in your shoulders, and Oikawa’s voice, smooth and honeyed, reaches your ears once more, “Nothing comes without a price, doesn’t he deserve to be the one to pay it?”

With your hand still tucked inside of his, your arm moves with a will of its own; slashing with inhuman grace.

The dagger cuts deep, Ryuji’s eyes snapping open in shock as a spray of warm blood hits you both. He chokes – a horrid, wet, gurgling sound – wide, pleading eyes frantically shifting between you and Oikawa. Every beat of his failing heart sends fresh blood spurting from the gaping wound. It drenches his front, splatters across your dress, your face, crimson pooling at the wooden floorboards at his knees. His mouth falls open and shut, trying and failing to form coherent sounds and you just stand there and watch, the dagger hanging limply at your side.

It doesn’t take long; seconds at the most.

Ryuji’s slumps to the floor, his body finally growing still as the light fades from his eyes. There’s a beat of absolute silence, and then–

Oikawa shudders behind you, a strangled, drawn out moan leaving his lips. You try to turn, but his arms lock around you, every muscle tensing, his back arching. The dagger in your hand grows hot, burning the soft skin of your palm, but with his fingers still tightly entwined with yours you can only whimper and endure it.

With a hoarse, guttural roar, a pulse of pure energy surges through the room like a shockwave. Every cell in your body lights up, electrified, buzzing; a dizzying euphoria unlike any you’ve felt before coursing through your blood.

Across the island, voices cry out in delight, a symphony of life. The trees tremble and shake, invigorated and renewed, fresh buds bursting from the forest floor, blooming under the light of the full moon.

The harvests flourish, even the river swells in response to the call.

Death begets life, just as he promised.

And with every inch of your body alight and singing with pleasure, you can barely think much less protest (and why would you want to?) as Oikawa roughly yanks you around, hungry lips crashing against your own as his fingers pull and tear at your bloodstained dress. He wastes no time with foreplay, and you suspect only begrudgingly takes a moment to hoist you up against him and carry you to his bed.

There’s nothing gentle about the way he hauls your hips to his, sheathing his cock inside of your warm, tight cunt with one savage thrust, but you don’t care.

Not as you cling to him, fingernails raking along his shoulders as he presses your thighs further apart so he can fuck you deeper. It’s hard and rough and brutal, yet you moan for him all the same, his name a prayer swallowed up by feverish, claiming kisses.

Tonight, bathed in blood and the soft glow of moonlight, you offer your god everything.

—

“Look, look!”

A small hand tugs at your skirt, and you glance down to find a little girl with pretty, dark curls holding up a crown of woven flowers.

“Do you like it?” she asks.

Carefully, you take it from her, bringing it closer to examine. She watches you intently as you study it, lifting it this way and that to appraise her work, humming thoughtfully for good measure. “I think it’s beautiful work,” you tell her after a long enough pause, and you can’t help but smile at the way she lights up, preening under your praise. “Why don’t you go show your mama? I’m sure she’ll be very impressed.”

The girl nods rapidly, thanking you before skipping off in the direction of her parents. The sun’s hanging low in the sky, the fires already being readied for the night ahead. You’re not unaware of the watchful gaze that carefully monitors your every move, and the moves of anyone who ventures too close by. Soon enough, you’ll return home to the heart of the island – anticipation fluttering in your belly at the thought of what awaits you – but for now, you let your feet sink further into the sand, closing your eyes as you bask in the lingering warmth of the setting sun.

At least until the sound of your name being called draws you back to the present. Yet it’s not Iwaizumi approaching, but rather Makki, two strangers trailing along behind him.

“Thought I’d find you here,” he grins, throwing a casual arm over your shoulders. “This is Kaneo,” he gestures to the man, “and his wife Manaka. They arrived this morning, I’ve been showing ‘em round.”

You turn to the couple, smiling sweetly as you extend a hand, “Welcome to the Commune.”

#yandere haikyuu #yandere oikawa x reader #yandere oikawa tooru #yandere oikawa #yandere oikawa tooru x reader #cult au #tw: religious themes #tw: dubcon #tw: blood #tw: minor character death #tw: abuse #hades.dark #oikawa x reader #oikawa tooru x reader

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believinghurts · 3 years ago

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Their Daughter

Chapter 5

Author’s note: I use Grammarly to fix my mistakes, but there could still be some so sorry for that. Also, I am getting back into writing and am hoping to have a few more works out soon! Please reblog, like, or comment feedback is appreciated.

Word Count: 4,400

Warnings: None? Sirius being a d*ck? Maybe language, but I don’t think so.

Regulus wasn’t sure how much time had passed as he stroked his niece's hair. He was mad at his brother for basically throwing away the only good thing that had ever come from the Black family. Sirius was too blinded by the past to see what was right in front of him. As children, Sirius often told Regulus that he was their family's favorite and that it bothered him, but if he knew what it was like to be less loved then how can he love Harry more than Ali? He understood that Harry was Sirius's Godson, but couldn’t he love Ali and Harry equally? If Sirius made the effort maybe Ali and the other children could even be friends. His heart ached from the emotional battle that Ali was going through right now. Even if Sirius didn’t see it, he and Remus did. Ali’s light was dimmer than before and when she was lighting up again after finding out Sirius never came for her, Sirius just had to go and snuffed it out.

Carefully sliding out from under Ali and placing a pillow under her head Regulus left the room. He shut the door behind him casting a locking spell so she wouldn’t be bothered. He needed to speak with Remus first before doing anything. They needed to decide what to do about Ali. As much as Regulus wanted to spend time with her before she went back to school he didn’t want her to be this upset anymore. He walked into the study to find Remus and Nymphadora sitting near the fireplace.

“How is she?” Nymphadora blurted the question as soon as she saw her cousin. Remus had owled her after Ali had gone to her room. The older sister in her wanted to go up to Sirius and give him a piece of her mind, but she knew that it wouldn’t do any good.

“She’s asleep for now. All the fighting has exhausted her. I honestly don’t know what to do. I want her here, this is her home, but if Sirius doesn’t stop acting like the brut that he is it is going to hurt her more. Speaking of Sirius, where is he? It’s quiet.” Regulus flopped down on the chair across from Remus and Nymphadora raking a hand through his hair. His worry for Ali was causing him a headache. On one hand, he wanted to send Ali to stay at the Malfoy Manor for the remainder of summer, but on the other, he wanted to hold her close and have her stay in her home where she belonged.

“Sirius left with Harry after you went upstairs. He hasn’t been home since. The Weasleys stepped out to Diagon Alley to get the kids stuff for school.” Remus replied. He was secretly thankful that the house was mainly empty. This way at least Ali could come down if she felt like it without the chance of someone bothering her. Remus was having the same thoughts as Regulus about keeping Ali at home virus's sending her to the Manor. He just wanted his niece to be happy. The hope that he had of Sirius and Ali having the father/daughter relationship was gone. If only Remus could get Sirius to open his eyes to the pain he was causing to the girl, but Sirius was nothing if not stubborn.

“I think I am going to write to Cissa and see if she can keep Ali for the rest of summer. If that’s what it takes for her to be happy then so be it. We can see her off at the -“

“I don’t want to leave,” Ali’s voice interrupted. “I want to stay here with you. Please don’t make me leave. I can handle it, I promise.”

Ali knew that she and Regulus were going to have to talk about the fact that she called him dad, but that was a private conversation. Right now she needed to convince the adults in the room that she didn’t need to leave. She could take Sirius. Yes the words that he had said hurt her and the actions he did tonight furthered that hurt in her heart, but she was done. She didn’t owe him anything, and it was clear she knew that he didn’t want to be her father. She had meant what she said to Regulus. He was her father in all the ways that counted. He loved her unconditionally, was always there for her, and protected her.

She went and sat on the couch in between Nymphadora and Remus who wrapped an arm around her pulling her close to his chest. “It might be best if you went and stayed for the rest of the summer at the Manor, Al. This isn’t good for you mentally. We all can see how drained you are.”

“No, this is my home. I can handle it. I have you all plus the older Weasleys and Fleur. You'll protect me and if I need to get away for a little bit I’ll owl Blaise or Draco to go to Diagon Alley or something. I want to spend time with you. Times are hard right now and you never know when you are going to lose someone and I would like to have as much time with each of you just in case.”

Regulus leaned forward taking Ali’s hand in his, “Nothing, and I mean nothing is going to happen to us. I love you more than you could ever imagine and if you want to stay here you can.” Ali smiles brightly at that before Regulus cut her off, “but you have to tell me, Remus, or Severus, if anything happens. And you have to come out of your room. I am not having you locking yourself away again. Got it?”

Ali pounced on Regulus, hugging his neck tight. She was excited to spend some more time with her family. She had meant what she said about never knowing when something was going to happen. Wizards had been disappearing all over London and she was genuinely scared something was going to happen to her loved ones. She was going to make it a point to take plenty of photos and make enough memories to last a lifetime the next couple of weeks.

Regulus held his niece tight, fighting back the tears when she whispered, “Thanks, Dad,” into his ear. He had been called a lot of things in his life, but this was one title he was going to wear proudly.

Remus’s voice interrupted the moment, “wait for a second, why are you going to owl Blaise? We have an agreement, young lady, no boys till you're thirty!”

Ali’s giggle was music to those in the room with her, and for the first time that summer they all saw Ali smile at home the brightest she had since everyone arrived.

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The rest of the day was eventful which was something that everyone was thankful for. Nymphadora left shortly after spending some time with Ali since she had something to attend to with Moody, so that left Regulus, Ali, and Remus to watch the Star Wars movies in Ali’s room. Kreacher brought them snacks while they made a fort on the floor. Ali was incredibly content laying on the mounds of pillows in between her Uncles. When she was younger they would have movie nights like this once a month until she started Hogwarts. Even then she and her friends carried on the tradition in the boy's dorm since Draco was often present at the ones hosted at home. She wished that she could have Draco over now, but knew that if she brought him here then everyone in the house would throw a fit about it, maybe it was something to bring up to Regulus later.

Molly called them all down for dinner shortly after the second film ended. Leaving the mess on the floor the trio made their way downstairs with Ali trailing behind her Uncles. She could feel her nerves spike the closer she got to the dining room. She thought about excusing herself stating she wasn’t hungry, but the loud growl in her stomach gave her hunger away. Everyone had already sat down beside Harry and Sirius when they got into the room. Regulus pulled the seat out next to him for his niece. Fleur shot her a smile when she sat down by her uncle with Charlie on her other side. At least she was sitting near someone who didn’t hate her.

Chatter and the sounds of forks on plates filled the room as everyone got their fill of Molly’s meatballs and onion sauce. Everyone broke off into separate conversations. Remus, Regulus, and Arthur talking about the Ministry, the younger Weasleys, and Hermione talking about Quidditch, Bill and Fleur about their upcoming wedding, and Charlie and Ali talking about his work in Romania. “What are you planning on doing after you leave Hogwarts?”

Ali shot a glance over at Remus who was doing a terrible job of disguising his eavesdropping on the duo. “I am thinking about becoming a professor. I like creatures obviously so I was thinking something along those lines, but I also like Herbology. So maybe that. I just know I want to teach.”

Charlie shot her a grin. “Have you thought about where? I know Hogwarts has Sprout for Herbology and Hagrid was doing Care of Magical Creatures, but you still have three more years of school so maybe they’ll need someone by the time you're done.”

Ali shrugged her shoulders. In all honesty, she wanted to leave England and travel for a bit but knew that if she brought it up now it would be a fight or something so she bit her tongue. “Maybe.”

The noise came to a halt when the door slammed open in the living room. Everyone hopped to their feet, wands at the ready. It felt like hours had passed before the intruder walked through the door. “Sirius! Harry! Merlin, you scared us all.”

“Sorry, it’s raining hard and we were in a rush to get back home.” Sirius shrugged like it wasn’t a big deal. Everyone retook their seats beside Milly who served Harry and Sirius. Ali tried her hardest to keep from looking at the latest duo that entered, not wanting to cause any more trouble or to give Sirius a reason to lash out at her.

Dinner passed rather quickly, conversations flowed in their small groups. Charlie had gone with Fleur and Bill on a scouting mission shortly after eating, while Fred and George worked on new products for their shop. Ali was in her head thinking about asking to go to meet Pansy in the coming days to look at a new book shop. Pansy wasn’t much of a reader but was always looking for an excuse to get out of her house. She was startled when she felt a hand on her shoulder. Looking up Molly was smiling softly at her while handing her a letter in a dark blue envelope. She instantly knew who the letter was from since only one person used that kind of envelope when writing her.

“This came for you, dear, when you were with your uncles. I didn't want to bother you then I almost forgot just now.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Weasley.” Ali smiled at the kind woman. Despite her feelings towards most of the Weasley children, their parents were quite nice.

Molly patted her cheek before walking off. Ali started to rip the top off when she got Regulus’s eye and he winked at her. He knew who the letter was from having met the boy a few times already. Her cheeks flushed and continued to do so while reading it.

Dear Supernova,

I hope you are surviving the dreadfulness that is upon you right now with all the people in your house. Yes, Draco told me what was going on yesterday when I finally threatened to out his crush if he didn’t explain why we hadn’t been seeing you a lot this summer. I have to say I am quite hurt that you didn’t tell me yourself. Best friends I thought. Just joking, but seriously you could have told me about him and I wouldn't have said a word to anyone.

I miss you, Supernova. We’ve only got to see each other once this summer and we both know when school starts you will have a book shoved in front of your face in the first three minutes. Could we get together sometime this week? It has been awful at home and if I have to hear Draco's voice one more time without you there to tell him off for being annoying I may throw myself off the astronomy tower.

Your uncle may not agree, but you could come to stay at mine for a night. Mother agreed to it as long as Regulus does and we have separate rooms. If you can't, maybe I can come to you? I don’t really care what the redheads have to say about me being there so don’t worry about that. We have much to catch up on; like the fact that you got Headgirl and also didn’t write and tell me. I had to find that little tidbit out from Parkinson's. Don’t worry we’ll catch up whether that's soon or on the train.

love,

Zabini

Ali felt a pang of guilt hit her square in the chest. She hadn’t meant to forget to fill Blaise in on her life but it had been so crazy recently she hadn’t got to write anyone much. In all the truth no one knew that she had gotten Headgirl. She had gotten the letter from Flitwich a few days after the Weasley’s arrived and completely forgot. Although she told her Uncles she didn’t want to go anywhere spending some time with Blaise sounded nice. Deciding to just rip the bandaid off she looked up to find Regulus and Remus looking at her with amused smiles on their faces.

“What’s you got there, Ali?” Remus asked, causing her cheeks to flame red. She wasn’t scared to say that she wanted to hang out with a boy. She did it all the time whether it was Blaise, Theo, or Draco; it was more to do with the fact that she was about to ask to spend the night at a boys' house. Even if they were going to be in separate rooms and they had fallen asleep cuddled together weeks prior at the Malfoys, something none of her Uncles knew, it was going to be a little fight to get Remus to agree as he made the ‘no dating till you’re thirty’ rule when she was five and asked for a boyfriend for Christmas.

Looking around she noticed all attention was on her even if the other adults in the room were making it seem like they weren’t listening while the children openly gawked. “Uhm,” she was cut off by Severus stepping into the room. Great, now she had to face all three Uncles. Where were Dora and Cissa when she needed them?

Severus hugged her quickly before taking a place by Regulus. “Who's the letter from Ali?” He asked her letting her know there was no getting out of it and that she was going to have to spill the beans.

“It’s from Blaise,” A look of amusement passed Regulus’s face, making her think that he knew what was in the letter already while Remus looked like he was going to snatch the letter out of her hands and read it himself if she didn’t hurry up.

“And what possibly could it say to have your cheeks looking like the inside of Gryffindor common room?” Regulus teased further.

She coughed trying to get her nerves resealed. “He was saying that we need to catch up before school starts, and invited me to come and stay with him and Mrs. Zabini for a night this week.”

Remus grunted while Regulus smiled. Ali had to hide a giggle as she noticed all the other mouths in the room had dropped to the floor. Ali knew that except for Hermione and Harry the Weasley’s never stayed or had anyone else with them.

“Can I, please? His mother said we would have separate rooms and she will be there as well as the house-elves. We only got to see one another once this summer. He said if I can’t he could come here, but honestly, I think the first option is better. Please?” She pulled out her best puppy eyes and pouty lip. She was not above begging for it but didn’t want to do so with everyone staring at her.

Regulus looked over at Remus. Ali could see the silent conversation going on between them. Regulus’s head inclined slightly toward Ali which she hoped to Merlin was a good thing. Remus looked back at his niece with a look in his eye she couldn’t read. “Rosalynn said you’ll have separate rooms?” Ali nodded her head so fast she almost gave herself whiplash. “And you’ll stay in them?” Once again she nodded, although she knew that they more than likely would be in the family room till late hours in the night. He looked back at Regulus, “you have no problems with her going?”

“No, I already knew about it. Rosalynn wrote about two days ago. If she wants to go, that's fine. You know Rosalynn will look after her as she does Blaise. And the Heavens know that boy would jump in front of the Knight Bus for Ali.” Regulus chuckled at Ali's shocked expression.

“Y-you knew? Why didn’t you say anything?” Ali struggled to get the words out.

“Rosalynn said Blaise wanted to ask you. She was just giving me a heads up, knowing how Remus is with boys and you. You know we talked quite often, Als.” Regulus winked at her.

“You may go,” Remus stated. She was shocked she didn’t have to put up more of a fight.

“WHAT?” Sirius shrieked. He knew that Regulus would let her go to the Death Eaters house, but Remus? He thought he could count on his ‘friend’ to at least say no. “You’re letting her go to the Death Eaters house? AGAIN? Who's also a boy and staying the night? Are you mad?”

Remus looked at Sirius with disdain, “No I am not. She is a good girl and Blaise has been her friend for years. Rosalynn loves her as much as we do and would never let anything happen. And for God's sake quit calling everyone a Death Eater.”

“Outrageous.”

“Sirius, you have no say in what she does. You gave that up last night. Ali is a good girl who makes good choices. Not only that but she also deserves a little something since she got Headgirl this year, don’t you think?” Regulus smirked as he saw the Granger girl's face fall.

“You got Headgirl?” Hermione whispered to Ali with disbelief lacing her voice.

“Yeah, I did. Draco got Headboy I believe, but it may be Theo. I haven’t asked yet.”

“Why do you and Draco get Head of Houses? Why not Hermione and -“ Ali cut her dear Godbrother off.

“And who? You? Ron? Why would any of you get Head of Houses with all the trouble you bring in? Sneaking out, stealing things, picking fights. We do have the highest marks in most classes as well as treat others equally unlike the likes of you.”

If looks could kill Ali would be dead three times over. In all honesty, she kinda felt bad for the younger Weasley boy seeing as all of his older brothers, bar Fred and George had been Headboy. But then she thought about the trouble he and his friends had caused her and her friends as well as others over the years. Harry preached about equality among the houses but she had witnessed many times when younger Slytherins were picked on by Gryiffndors. Hufflepuffs generally didn't have any problems with the other houses so long as everyone was being just. Ravenclaws tended to keep to themselves unless it really involved them. Whereas Slytherins preferred to stand up to those picking on other Slytherins especially the younger ones. Slytherins were always made out to be the bullies when in general if you got to know them people would notice that they are a lot more than what their parents used to be.

Ally had heard the stories of how mean James and Sirius were to those in Slytherin even if they never did anything to them. She believed in harmless fun could be had pulling pranks, but tricking someone into going to a place where a werewolf was was downright cruel. She had no doubts in her mind that James and Sirius were once good people like her Uncle Remus is now, but seeing as Sirius still acts like a child those doubts were becoming known.

“I just think that Slytherins shouldn’t be Head of House when all you will do is favor your own, and treat everyone else like dirt,” Ron stated.

“Ronald Weasley! How dare you say such a thing?!” Molly exclaimed.

“It’s alright Mrs. Weasey. I am used to hearing such things come from them and others in their house,” Ali looked Ron in the eyes, “You seem to forget that I’m a Ravenclaw, not a Slytherin. I do not favor anyone and will not when I start Head Girl duties but know this. I will give you as many detentions as you deserve if you are caught bullying, harassing, belittling, any of the other houses. You may think that Gryiffndors are the bravest of the houses and maybe you are in some ways, but you are cowardly in others. Maybe some Slytherins are as bad as you make them seem, but Harry,” she turned her head slightly to the side, “you seem to forget just which house Peter Pettigrew was in when he was the one who betrayed your parents. And Regulus was in Slytherin but seems to be more loyal to his friends and family than that rat was.”

“It seems that Alianova has given you all something to think about as you're getting ready for bed,” Molly stated looking at all the children present in the room. Her face grew red when she saw that none of them had moved a muscle. “Now.”

Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Ginny, jumped from their seats and booked it to the stairs scared of Mrs. Weasley’s wrath. At some point, Charlie, Fluer, and Bill came back from scouting. Charlie ruffled Ali’s hair causing her to grin. “Good job, kid. You’ll make a great Head Girl.” Bill and Fleur nodded in agreement. “Nothing happened while we were out. We’ll give a full debrief tomorrow, but we will be heading to bed as well. Good night everyone.”

Molly walked to Ali and pulled her up out of her chair before placing both hands on Ali’s pale cheeks. “Don’t you worry, dear, I will be talking with all of them in the morning. You made a lot of valid points, and I for one am proud that you are Head Girl.”

She kissed her forehead before taking her husband to go to bed after waving her wand to get the kitchen clean once again. Arthur offered Ali a small smile before disappearing behind his wife. Sirius scoffed at the behavior which everyone heard but chose to ignore.

Ali turned to her three Uncles, waiting for the answer about going to her friends, and the scene that just played out in the kitchen.

“I am proud of you as well, Alianova. You have done excellent, and I know it is Remus and Regulus' decision about going to Blaises’, but I see no problem with it. I will stay in the guest room. Come get me if you need me. Good night, Ali.” He hugged her tightly, making Ali tear up slightly at the thought of Servus being proud of her. It also made her giddy at the thought of rubbing it in Draco’s face since Severus is his Godfather and never said such a thing to him.

Remus followed after Servus, wrapping his niece in a bear hug around her shoulders. The height difference amusing Regulus to no end seeing as Ali only came about midway in Remus’s chest. “You may go as long as it’s okay with Reg, and you stay in separate rooms. I am a little mad though that you didn’t tell me yourself about getting Head Girl, but I am still incredibly proud of you. No one deserves this more than you do, not even Harry.” The last part was whispered in her ear. He kissed her forehead, before heading to his room.

With the three Blacks being the only ones left in the room. “I don’t think you should go.” Sirius’s voice was venomous as he thought about his only child, his legacy, spending time with Death Eaters.

“It’s a good thing it doesn’t matter what you think isn’t it?” Regulus smirked at his older brother. He was not going to take this away from his child. “Ali, you may go so long as you stay in your separate rooms whenever the two of you decide to go to sleep because I know from having all your mates over it will be late.” He walked to Ali cradling her freckled face in his hands. “I am so proud to call you my daughter. Even after all that you have been through in your life you have still managed to form your own beliefs and thoughts as well as stand up for them. You deserve Head Girl over anyone else, and hopefully, you get to share it with one of your friends.”

Ali dove into her Uncle's chest. Tears welling up into her eyes at the thought that he really did think of her as his own even if she already knew it. It was nice to hear out loud. “Thank you for everything you’ve done for me. I love you, dad.” She kissed his cheek before heading to her room to write Blaise.

Sirius felt his anger sore to new heights when he heard Ali call Regulus dad. He had enough courtesy to wait till she was out of earshot before grounding out, “We need to talk, Regulus.”

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missymurphy1985 · 3 years ago

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The Writer (Tommy Shelby X Fem.Reader) - Part One

Warning - SMUT (eventually)

Request? Yes

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You looked in the mirror, straightening out your dress and taking a deep breath. Your boss David, who also happened to be your older brother, had arranged a meeting with you in the offices of the Birmingham Herald at 6pm sharp.

On the way there, you couldn't help but marvel at how you'd ended up here. Your husband had died two years after returning from war having suffered severe injuries, and after you'd taken on his job at the Herald while he was away fighting, falling ill on his return and subsequently dying, your brother, the editor, had kept you on so you weren't destitute. It was against all the principles of the time, a woman working, but your brother never once allowed the other men at the newspaper to talk down to you. You were the best storyteller and strongest journalist they had on the books and he would always have your back. The other men had grown to look at you as a sister almost - you were blessed to be in the position you were in.

Arriving at the Herald, you made your way to David's office.

"Y/n, I'm sorry to call you in this evening..." He smiled, embracing you and offering you a whiskey which you gladly accepted.

"I never have evening plans David, you know that. What was so important it couldn't wait til morning?"

"We've had an incredible offer and I want you to be the one to report it. The story is made for you."

"What is it?"

"Thomas Shelby has agreed to an article on his life to date!"

"Thomas Shelby? As in the Peaky Blinders?! Not a fucking chance David..." You recoiled in horror. You knew the man's history very well, you'd gone to school with his younger brother John and the stories of the Peaky Blinders were infamous. You hated the man - the thought of interviewing him mad your stomach turn.

"This story could launch your career into the big time Y/n! Think about it! The most secretive, elusive man in the country wants to tell his story to you!"

"To the Herald."

"No, y/n, to YOU. He asked for you. By name."

"How the hell does he know my name?" You'd written your articles under a male pen name so as not to distract readers from the content. Not all men were as modern as your brother and coworkers.

"No idea, but he specifically asked for you."

You mind turned - no one knew you worked at the Herald. You'd kept yourself to yourself, even moving out of Small Heath after your husband passed away. You'd lost touch with John just before he went off to war. There was no connection to the Shelby family at all.

"The reason I dragged you in at 6pm is because he wants to make a start today. This evening actually, there's a car picking you up in 30 minutes."

"David!! I can't do this interview for goodness sake, I'm not even close to prepared!"

"You have 30 minutes! Pull your finger out!" He laughed.

You'd crammed as much as possible in that 30 minutes as you could - your mind was whirring at 70miles per hour when the silver Bentley pulled up outside. Glaring at David, who simply smirked in response, you got in the car as the driver greeted you.

"Arrow House ma'am, won't take long to get there," the driver smiled as you asked him where he was taking you. Arrow House? His home? Why would the most secretive man in Birmingham want to meet you in his sanctuary?

************************************************************

Pulling up outside the huge mansion, you couldn't help but be impressed. The gardens were immaculate.

A middle aged lady greeted you at the front door and offered to take your coat. You smiled and handed it over, as she led you through to the dining room. You took the seat she offered.

"Would you like some tea Ms. Y/L/N?" You nodded, and she signalled one of the younger maids to action.

"Mr Shelby will be with you in a moment, please make yourself comfortable," the lady smiled warmly and headed out the door with your coat. You looked around the room. A large painting on one wall of the man himself with a large horse. There was a smaller picture on a cabinet just underneath that caught your eye. A beautiful blond woman, with piercing eyes and a loving smile, holding a small boy in her arms. You didn't know Thomas was married, let alone had a son. The house didn't seem to have much of a feminine feel to it though, it was borderline drab in its decor.

"My wife, Grace. And my son Charles." A voice behind you startled you, and you turned to see Thomas himself walking towards you, a glass of whiskey in one hand, a cigarette in the other.

"She's beautiful, Mr Shelby. And your son is adorable," you smiled, but he didn't return it.

"She certainly was." Your eyes grew wide as the realisation of what he'd said sunk in.

"Oh I'm sorry -"

"No need. It was a long time ago. Shall we get this over with Ms Y/L/N?" You nodded and he led you out of the dining room into a smaller one - clearly an office. The large oak desk sprawled out in front of the bay window. You took your seat opposite his at the desk and pulled out your pen and pad as he poured himself another whiskey. You shook your head when he offered you one, drinking the tea the young maid have brought in to you instead.

Your questions for him were simple at first. You asked about his childhood in Small Heath. His schooling. His childhood friends. Pretty much all one word answers, driving you insane, until you asked about his brothers.

"You knew John, didn't you?" He asked.

"Yes. Same year at school."

"Sadly, he's no longer with us. Shot by the Italians last year." You heart dropped - you heard through the grapevine that John had children and a wife and the news hit you like a freight train. You took a breath and a moment to compose yourself.

"I'm so sorry Mr Shelby..."

"I'm sorry too, I didn't realise you were so close?"

"We were close before the war. Lost touch after that."

"I don't remember seeing you with him?"

"My father wouldn't let me see him, so we had to be careful.."

"You and John were..."

"No no.. god no! Just friends Mr Shelby." He went quiet again, and sipped his whiskey.

Back to the questions. Mundane as they were, you needed them to get the full story. He wasn't forthcoming with the details. You had to really press him, but he spent most of his time drinking his whiskey and looking out of the window at the dark clouds rolling in outside.

"Listen, Mr Shelby, you clearly don't want this any more than I do so please, if you don't mind, I'd like to end the interview here." Your voice was stern, patience had officially gone out of the window he was so fixated with.

"Jack said you were feisty." You froze at mention of your late husband's name.

"How did you know Jack?"

"We served together in France. Good man."

"Is that how you knew my name?" He didn't answer, just nodded, again watching the weather changing quickly outside.

"Storm looks bad."

"If I leave now I should be fine." The first rumble of thunder made you jump, Tommy noticed your fear instantly.

"Scared of storms?"

"They used to scare Jack.." a second rumble had you grasping onto the chair.

"Stay until it passes." Was that a request or an order.. you weren't sure but he took your hand gently and led you into the hallway away from the window, into the main dining room again.

"Frances, have the curtains closed please." He spoke to the older woman who greeted you at the door and she dutifully obliged, closing the curtains in the large windows.

Tommy sat you at the table and gave you his glass of whiskey, your shaky hands accepting it this time. Every thunderstorm brought flashbacks of Jack's terror filled eyes.. his anguished cries of pain.. and ultimately the sound of the gun he placed at his temple before he took his own life. You took a sip of the warm liquid as Tommy sat beside you, a fresh glass of his own in his hand.

"Jack saved my life."

"He did?"

"Yes. We were underground digging.. we could hear the Germans on the other side of the dirt digging towards us... They broke through first and grabbed me. Jack beat them to death with his hammer to get them off me." Tommy's memory made you smile, and you laughed gently.

"He was always brave.. and strong. Put everyone else first. He never told me.."

"He never wanted praise, it was just part of his job. In return.. I said if anything happened to him I would make sure you were looked after."

"What?"

"The men at your office? They're under my watch. They respect you because you're a damn good writer, but they also know if they gave you any shit..." He raised his eyebrow and you couldn't help but smile. Even after his death, he was making sure you were okay. That was the Jack you wanted to remember.

"In that case Mr Shelby, I thank you."

"Call me Tommy eh? Here's to the bravest man in France." He clinked his glass with yours and you felt him almost begin to relax.

"I noticed a piano in the hall - do you play?"

"I did as a boy. My mother was a keen player, I used to watch her all the time. Gave it up after she died."

"I played for Jack all the time. It soothed him when he couldn't sleep." He smiled, a warm genuine smile that you couldn't help but return.

You'd spent the evening drinking whiskey and talking with Tommy, the whiskey hitting you much quicker than it did him, and you could feel your eyelids growing heavier.

"I have a spare room upstairs y/n, maybe stay tonight, I'll have my driver take you home in the morning." He stood before you had chance to argue and you followed him up the stairs.

He led you into a beautiful bedroom, the decor in here much more appealing than downstairs and the large oak double bed even more so.

"I don't want to impose Thomas..."

"That storm isn't letting up any time soon, and you're exhausted. You're welcome to stay. There's fresh clothes in the wardrobe. My wife was the same build as you, they should fit. I'll have my driver take you home at 7am. Goodnight Y/n..." His blue eyes lingered on yours a moment and you felt a rush of something you hadn't felt in a long time... Scaring you. Quickly looking away, you bid him goodnight.

#tommy shelby x smut #tommy x fem!reader #tommy x y/n #thomas shelby x you #thomas shelby x reader #thomas shelby x smut

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lovebug- caliban imagine

sup. fic inspired by my favorite song in THE world. not as soft mushy as it may sound I promise caliban is a nice lil sarcastic SHIT with a big ole crush. mild sabrina bashing but its funny in context and I think it’s the way family behaves. reader is a Spellman, not a witch but DOES know about the supernatural/is part of the supernatural world. here with my once in a blue moon post lol. feedback would be appreciated!

called her for the first time yesterday

finally found the missing part of me

felt so close but you were far away

left me without anything to say

Caliban was not an idiot- he knew not to underestimate the Spellman half-witch that had gone and declared herself queen of hell. So he’d taken the liberty of learning everything he could about her, noting her habits and schedule and the people she surrounded herself with.

And then he found you.

You weren’t a witch- at least, he hadn’t found your name in his diligent searching through the Book of the Beast- but you were something. That he was sure of. There was something slightly off about your presence, tinged a little glittery, though not altogether unpleasant.

No, not unpleasant at all, he mused as he watched you make your way towards your car. Tucked into a little yellow sundress, you stood out like a ray of sunshine in the wave of doom-and-gloom that hallmarked high school. The school bell rang out behind you, and Caliban felt his knees go disgustingly weak as you smiled brilliantly at Sabrina through the crowd.

It was a stupid, stupid decision that Caliban would never have made in the right state of mind, but he reasoned that pissing off Sabrina was validation enough to get your attention. He ducked into your path on purpose, taking advantage of your momentary distraction as he gently bumped into you. oops.

You collided with a solid wall, books tumbling out of your hands as strong arms reached out to steady you. You let out a surprised yelp at the collision, peeking up curiously as the wall you’d hit laughed.

Oh, well that was a sight for sore eyes.

The golden haired stranger holding you was, well, gorgeous. Bright blue eyes peered down at you as he grinned, and you felt the whole world shutter around you. You’d definitely been watching too many soap operas with your auntie, but goddamn it if you weren't positively putty.

“Hi there, stranger.” You giggled nervously, and Caliban suddenly remembered he’d had his arms around you for far too long to be acceptable. He reluctantly retreated, feeling something claw a little uncomfortably in his chest.

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going.” He apologized, moving to pick up your books as you bent down to retrieve them. He ran a hand through his hair in barely concealed bashfulness, unsure of why he felt so... unsettled, all of a sudden.

“It’s alright, my head was in the clouds.” You waved off his apology, accepting the books he offered you with a grateful smile. “Are you new here? I don’t think we’ve met.”

“He’s new here!” Sabrina’s shrill voice interrupted, training her icy glare on Caliban, who fought back a smirk. “This is Caliban- he’s from... Australia! Yeah, down under!”

“Oh, I can show you around tomorrow! I know how scary it can be to be new here.” You patted his arm sympathetically, ignoring Sabrina’s stream of indignant protests. “I was with student council all day. If you’re a senior, we probably have most of the same classes.”

Caliban had shit to do. Caliban had trials to plan and souls to torture. But you were looking at him- all warmth and sunshine, and Sabrina’s look of pure horror only sweetened the deal.

“I’ll see you in class tomorrow then, sunshine.”

so worth it.

now i'm speechless, over the edge

i'm just breathless

i never thought that i'd catch this love bug again

hopeless, head over heels in the moment

i never thought that i'd get hit by this love bug again

Caliban didn't understand why the mortals all bemoaned high school as hell on earth. It certainly wasn't so bad once you got past the wave of body spray and the questionable cafeteria food. In fact, darting to class with a pretty girl beside him was pretty enjoyable, all things considered.

You’d spent the day introducing him to the other students, passing him silly notes in class, and had even tugged him from the lunch room to hang out with your friends in the library. He learned that you pretty much did it all- student council, cheerleader, top of your class- all while managing to somehow know the name of everyone you passed with a smile in the halls. You were silly and sweet— smart as all hell with a wit that certainly kept the clay prince on his toes.

and he was smitten.

The groan that escaped your painted lips was delightfully sinful as you slumped in the seat beside him in english class. “I hate Romeo and Juliet. How do two people fall in love in a few days anyhow? And Mrs. Willows always makes us reenact the scenes, and it’s so corny.” The blush that colored your cheeks as he looked at you in concern was something he did his best to commit to memory- cheesiness be damned, Caliban was enjoying himself far too much.

Caliban smirked, skimming through the booklet he’d been passed as the teacher droned. The prince of hell had a certain flare for the dramatics, and Sabrina’s glare burning into the back of his head only fueled his antics. He had one scene in mind, and it was the scene that was certain to kill four birds with one stone- totally make you fall in love with him, he would somehow manage to kiss you (that part was a work in progress), piss off Sabrina, and also- piss off Sabrina.

And kiss you. So maybe five parts. Damn it, Caliban was going to have to make a list.

“Partners?” He whispered softly, gently tugging at your hand as the teacher sat back down. Caliban’s eyes were alight with a tinge of mischief that you either failed to notice or were simply amused by- and your answering nod was more than a little bashful. “We can do my favorite scene.”

“If you say the first kiss scene, I’m punching the daylights out of you.” You warned, playfully nudging his knee with your own. “It will be unkind and I will not feel bad.”

“My lady wounds me.” He dramatically rested his hand above his heart. “And we absolutely have to do this scene-” He raised his hand to silence your half-hearted protests- “because Billy told the guys in calculus that he was specifically going to be pissed if we did this scene.”

Okay, so maybe he’d stretched the truth a little bit. But Caliban knew that the mention of your seedy ex-boyfriend (who you’d enlightened him about during lunch) would absolutely get you to agree to the scene. And it wasn't like he’d lied— Billy Marlin’s glare was nearly as icy as Sabrina’s. And, it wasn't like the way Billy looked at you- with something akin to possession in his eyes- totally made Caliban want to fast track the kid to damnation right then and there. Nope.

“We can meet up later today to practice? I have cheerleading practice after school, but I’m free after that!” You grinned at him, and he felt the tension ease out of his shoulders as you rested your hand on his arm. The gesture was so effortless- but to Caliban, who’d never really experienced connection like this- you reduced him to all but clay again.

“I can drive you home after practice?” Caliban offered, enjoying the yelp that Sabrina let out from the back of the classroom. He shouldered your bag as the bell sounded, noting the way your eyes softened even further at the gesture. “We don't really have cheerleaders down under, you know.”

“You’re welcome to stay and watch.” You shrugged, ignoring the way your heart thudded erratically as he walked you to the locker room. “It won’t be too long today, and Sabrina has a date with Nick after, anyways.”

it was really just too easy.

i can't get your smile out of my mind

i think about your eyes all the time

you're beautiful but you don't even try

(you don't even, don't even try)

modesty is just so hard to find

Caliban wasn’t sure if he regretted his earlier offer. Sure, the sight of you tucked into the tight cheerleading uniform (did they make them that short on purpose?) was pretty much the pinnacle of male fantasy, and the smiles and winks you’d thrown his way whenever he caught your eye during your routines were something else altogether.

But getting the sight out of his brain as you rambled aimlessly in the car about today’s chapters of Dante’s Inferno, while he simultaneously tried to focus on the road and definitely not the way your skirt hitched on the leather seat...

Yeah, Caliban was pretty sure he was in love.

You weren’t too far off, in all honesty. Caliban’s large hands had a firm grip on the steering wheel, and you took the time to admire further up his toned arms as he drove. His hair fell in loose, windswept waves, and his side profile looked like it was sculpted by the freaking gods. Every so often he would glance your way, his perfect lips parting to reveal his perfect teeth and perfect smile and gods-

Yeah, you had the lovebug bad.

“So how did you meet Sabrina?” You questioned innocently enough, and Caliban had to restrain the urge to spill all of the hell-related gossip to you. How Sabrina had managed to keep all of her throne-seeking from you was beyond him, but it certainly added a thrill to his pursuit of you.

“I had some administrative issues the other day and ran into her. She doesn’t like me too much, I’ve gathered.” Caliban was careful not to lie- his entanglement with you had the added perk of pissing off your dearest cousin, but it was genuine on Caliban’s end. He found he didn’t really want to lie about things.

“Sabrina is... touchy.” You offered carefully, shifting in your seat as you pointed out directions to your home. “I don’t really understand why she doesn't like you, to be honest. I was actually going to have a word with her about being nice- you’ve been so sweet, and I was the new kid too a few years back. It's hard to find your place in the established dynamic of a small town.”

Caliban doubted you’d had too much of an issue, with the way the halls seemed to light up around you, but the accompanying smile you gave him was bright enough to soothe his imagined woes. “It’s alright, I reckon she’ll get used to having me around.”

“Used to you?” You mused with a giggle, leaning on the console in a gesture that brought your face much, much closer to his own. He was overwhelmed with your floral scent- something soft and summery and altogether you.

“I plan on being around you a lot, sunshine. If you don’t mind.” He grinned, turning to face you momentarily at the stop sign. Your eyes were wide with hardly concealed surprise at his words, and he watched the realization of the close proximity of his face flicker through them.

It happened so fast that Caliban was almost certain he imagined it- but your eyes had definitely glanced at his lips. The blush that tinged your cheeks as you pulled back confirmed it, and in a moment of calculated risk, Caliban moved to rest his hand on your exposed thigh.

“No, I wouldn’t mind at all.”

If Caliban squinted, he could almost picture that he was a normal teenage boy, driving a beautiful, normal girl home from school. The sinking sun was peeking through the windows, bathing you in an ethereal glow, and - at least for right now- everything was perfect.

you were perfect.

now i'm speechless, over the edge

i'm just breathless

i never thought that i'd catch this love bug again

hopeless, head over heels in the moment

i never thought that i'd get hit by this love bug again

Caliban draped himself across your bed, a languid smirk on his lips as you kicked haphazardly placed piles of clothes into your closet.

“I promise I’m not usually this messy,” you apologized with a sheepish smile, shoving a mass of shoes under your bed, “okay, that's a lie. I’m always this messy, I just didn’t expect company.”

Caliban hardly minded. It was adorable how embarrassed you were, and he took the time to take in your bedroom (drawn from his reverie only by the occasional delighted shout when you found a shirt you’d thought had been sacrificed to the laundry gods, or worse, Sabrina’s room).

The first thing Caliban noticed was the books. While your clothes lay in scattered piles, all of your books were meticulously organized and lovingly tucked into shelves that took up an entire wall of the room. Sabrina may have answered that Caliban’s only hobby was torturing babies (or her, which was the same thing, really— and also, what the hell? Caliban may have enjoyed the occasional soul flaying, but only when it was well deserved!)— but Caliban loved to read.

What was one lifetime in one world, when he could learn of a thousand others in just as many universes? Immortality could grow dull, and eternity had to be spent somehow. Caliban tried not to smile as you precariously placed the book that had found its way onto your nightstand back into its place, and supposed that it might be far more enjoyable with someone else.

You seemed satisfied with your damage control, and slumped onto the bed dramatically with a groan. It was then that Caliban’s hand found a stray victim of your clothing massacre.

“Nice.” He grinned, and you peeked up from your playbook to find him dangling a pink lace bra.

Shit.

“Give me that!” You lunged, but Caliban was too fast. He quickly moved them from your reach, laughing wildly as you wrestled him desperately for the bra.

“You are the worst.” A groan escaped you, and you huffed in fake-defeat as Caliban smirked victoriously at your retreat. You leaped at the chance, tackling Caliban with all your might. While momentarily surprised, he reacted quickly and shifted so that he was now pinning you to the bed, his hair dangling wildly in your face as you both laughed.

Caliban’s face was so close that you could see the flecks of green in his eyes. For a moment, his eyes seemed to flicker to your lips, but in the seconds it took for you to find your voice again, you’d lost your nerve.

“We should get back to the scene.”

The moment was broken, and Caliban retreated with a bashful look on his face. He ran a hand through his hair and moved to sit across from you, his cheeks tinted a little red as he politely handed you back your intimates and pretended to shield his eyes when you tossed it somewhere. You’d never been so freaking embarrassed in your life, but Caliban was smiling so softly at you, like you were—

“If I profane with my unworthiest hand this holy shrine, the gentle sin is this: my lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand to smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.” He motioned around with his hands dramatically, tone playful and light.

You were so dead. Caliban was freaking made for this romantic swooning nonsense that you’d tried to protest nearly the whole ride home, Billy Marlin be damned.

Giggling nervously in what you hoped seemed scene-appropriate, you tried your best to forget being a horny teenager to instead play a horny teenager. “Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, which mannerly devotion shows in this, for saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, and palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.”

Caliban’s voice lowered, a smile still tugging at his lips as he took your hands in his own. “Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?”

“Ay, pilgrim.” Your own voice softened in turn as Caliban began to trace mindless patterns on the backs of your hands with his thumbs, “lips that they must use in prayer.”

“O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do. They pray; grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.” Caliban’s eyes were soft, and you imagined that Shakespeare had pictured the man in front of you when putting the words to paper. The words fell so naturally from his lips and he seemed engrossed in the scene— he was, for lack of a better word, enchanting.

“Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake.” Your voice was hardly more than a breathless whisper, the proximity of your faces and the intimacy (however imagined) stealing the air from your lungs.

Caliban paused, his eyes meeting yours intently as if searching for something. Whatever it was, he seemed to find it as he took your face in both of his hands.

“Then move not, while my prayer’s effect I take.”

It was all too much. You could hardly be blamed for kissing him as fiercely as you did.

It was like fireworks, like every cheesy romance novel and play (cough, Romeo and Juliet) claimed it would be. You’d had plenty of kisses before, but never one that melted your brain like this. You forgot all about the scene, about how not real this was supposed to be as your hands tangled in his windswept hair and he pulled you onto his lap.

It was Caliban who first pulled away, only just so that your noses were touching. He was breathing heavily, eyes blown wide— and you felt your whole face turn red as reality consumed you again. “I am so sorry, I’ll just—”

“Where do you think you’re going, Juliet?” Caliban’s hands firmly gripped your hips, preventing you from moving away. His fingers thumbed the band of your skirt, and his next words were a whisper against your lips.

“Thus from my lips, by thine, my sin is purged.”

kissed her for the first time yesterday

everything i wished that it would be

suddenly i forgot how to speak

hopeless, breathless, baby can't you see?

Caliban was in love. He’d spent the next three weeks with you reciting Romeo and Juliet, sharing shakes at Dr. Cerberus, and tugging you into empty classroom and closets at every opportunity to kiss you senseless. Every moment not spent with you was at least somewhat occupied by the thought of you, and Caliban found he wasn’t the least bit upset about it.

And Sabrina was pissed.

If she’d hated him before, she positively loathed him now. It was the latest point of contention between yourself and your darling cousin, who’d you taken to threatening with various kitchen utensils and promises to tell the aunties she’d been sneaking out to make her behave. And Caliban, for his part, was perfectly polite— even though he still had every intention of taking the throne from the inexperienced witch who promised to destroy the balance of heaven and hell.

Which presented Caliban’s own latest dilemma. He was going to have to tell you eventually— and in a way that didn't make you totally hate him. He had a plan. Okay, maybe a skeletal plan. Or no plan. Yeah, Caliban was going to wing it.

After today. He just had to make it through your reenactment of Romeo and Juliet with no demonic catastrophes or maiming Blly, and then he would tell you everything.

But even that was too much to ask.

Sabrina burst through the english classroom doors, yelling in barely concealed panic that there was a BIG problem and the principal needed Caliban now.

Caliban moved to leave with an apologetic smile in your direction, which you were absolutely not having. Despite your current frustration with Sabrina, she looked downright terrified, and you were both concerned for your cousin and overwhelmed with a gut feeling that something was up.

After a few moments, you excused yourself to use the restroom.

You hauled ass to the gym, where the screaming sounded to be coming from. When you entered, you were met with the strangest sight.

The gym was filled with winged... rats? And at the center of the chaos was Sabrina and Caliban, back to back and armed with what appeared to be lacrosse sticks. Caliban’s shirt was tattered from the rats, and you took a fraction of a second to banish the completely innappropriate and untimely thoughts from your head.

“And no one thought to call me?” You shouted angrily through the swarm, snagging a baseball bat from the rack and smacking it around with reckless abandon. Caliban hooted, laughing loudly as you took your place beside them. Rats tore at your clothes, but you were more frustrated that Sabrina had called your boyfriend (or whatever he was) over you.

“Why did you get Caliban! I was right there! Is there something wrong with you? Were you dropped on the head as a child? He’s not even from here Sabrina, he has no idea what-”

“For hell’s sake, he’s not the new kid! He’s not even from Australia! He’s a stupid clay prince from hell who is trying to take my throne and raze humanity, and his stupid plague king sent these after me, and now he’s dating you!” Sabrina spat out the word dating as if it was even more disgusting than the winged vermin tearing at your clothes.

“Will someone please explain what the hell is going on here?”

You were no less frustrated when Sabrina revealed her trek to hell and the all ensuing madness she’d partaken in, but you remained calm enough to not turn the bat on her clearly empty skull.

“And you’re the clay prince of hell... challenging her throne?” You questioned with a sharp glance at Caliban, who nodded reluctantly as he swatted a rat hurtling towards you.

“Do you even have a driver’s license!” You screamed, waving your baseball bat around wildly.

“I’m a demon prince of hell made out of clay, and you’re worried about if I can legally drive?” Caliban shouted back in astonishment through the wave of shrieking rats. The lacrosse stick he’d snagged was surprisingly effective.

“I was getting to that part, thank you for reminding me!” You hissed, debating whether to smash his face in with the bat. “How about we start with how you completely lied to me, and how our whole relationship or whatever it is a lie! Were you ever going to tell me? Or was this all part of some throne grab?”

“It wasn’t a lie!” Caliban demanded hotly. “You were not a lie!”

“Really!” You whirled on him, eyes alight with anger. “Because I sure feel like one!”

The rats numbers were dwindling rapidly, and you smacked the last one heading towards you directly at Caliban’s face. It collided with a satisfying shriek, and you threw your bat down as you stormed out of the gym.

Sabrina and Caliban rushed after you, but you’d disappeared in the hall.

now i'm, yeah, oh!

now i'm speechless, over the edge

i'm just breathless

i never thought that i'd catch this love bug again

now i'm hopeless, head over heels in the moment

i never thought that i'd get hit by this love bug again, (oh)

love bug again

You’d remained collected until you’d transported into the middle of the living room, collapsing into auntie Hilda’s arms in a puddle of tears as you told her everything. She’d muttered a stream of ancient curses about Sabrina, but beyond that merely smoothed your hair and told you that all boys were awful— especially demonic princes of hell.

“I hate him.” You glared half-heartedly into your cup of steaming peppermint tea. You couldn’t believe you’d been so stupid. Falling blindly in love with a stranger who had only sought you out for some elaborate game with Sabrina. Screw Caliban and his perfect hair, his perfect smile, his perfect— “I want to bash his face in.”

“No you don't, love.” Hilda smiled knowingly. “You’re angry, yes— and hurt. But you care for the boy. I’ve never seen you so happy as you’ve been these last few days. I think you ought to cool down and hear what he has to say.”

“I never want to talk to him again.” You groaned, burying your face in a pillow. “I’d rather die.”

And because the universe was truly conspiring against you, a knock sounded at the door.

“Well, best get over that quick.” Hilda warned, ignoring your stream of indignant protests as she hustled to the door.

“Caliban! Yes, do come in love. Oh, yes, we will be having a little chat later, but for now I think it’s my niece you must be speaking to.” Hilda’s cheerful voice trailed in from the foyer, and you jumped up to make a break for it.

You were halted by a familiar pair of strong arms tugging you back by the waist.

“Get off of me!” You shouted, pushing Caliban away harshly and ignoring the warmth that lingered where he’d touched you. “I want my baseball bat. Somebody get me my baseball bat! I’m going to bash your stupid pretty face in you asshole—”

“Five minutes.” Caliban pleaded desperately, “just give me a five minutes to explain, and then I’ll give you back the baseball bat to bash my face in, okay?”

You considered his offer for a moment, swallowing the sob crawling its way up your throat as you nodded reluctantly. If it made him leave faster, you’d do anything.

His shoulder sagged in barely concealed relief. “Okay. I am Caliban, Prince of Hell. I am not from Australia, clearly, and am not a transfer student. I am trying to take your cousin’s throne. She does not understand the realm of the damned— she thinks it needs to be generous, rather than a fair judgment of life. I am not her father, and I do not believe in reckless or cruel damnation. I do not wish any harm on Sabrina, and I’ve managed to keep the worst of the plague kings from her. Even if you were to reject me now, I would continue to try to protect her— you have my word.” Caliban paused as you released a breath you did not know you were holding. Your eyes finally dared to meet his, and you nodded for him to continue.

“I agreed to attend Greendale because yes, it did piss off Sabrina, but you were there.” He raised his hand to halt your protest. “You intrigued me, and I wanted to know you better. I will be fully honest that it had the added bonus of irritating your cousin, who I so delight in irritating, but my primary focus was you. You... enchanted me. I had never found myself so invested in anything before as I was in spending mundane days at high school— of all things— with you. Truthfully, it confused even me at first. And while the past you knew is false, I am real— and my feelings for you are true.”

“That is such bullshit, and you know it!” You exploded furiously, smacking his chest with untamed rage. “You knew exactly what you were doing. Who agrees to go to high school because they like a girl? Are you unhinged? Who doesn't just ask someone out if they were so interested, huh? No, you came here with your stupidly perfect little ‘oh I’m Caliban, and I’m so dreamy’ act, knowing full well that it would make me completely abandon all rationality. Well guess what, I did! I fell stupid head over heels for you, and it was all one big lie.”

Your voice broke on the last few words, anger shifting to broken sadness as you continued to pound relentlessly on his chest. “I was a lie.”

He caught your hands, holding them against his chest as he pressed you against the wall. “You weren't a lie, Spellman.”

His words were breathless whisper, his beautiful eyes pained and desperate as he gripped your hands harder. “I fell for you the moment I saw you. I enrolled in high school because you smiled at me. I learned every line of Romeo and Juliet to recite them to you. When we first met, you wondered how Romeo and Juliet could possibly fall in love after a mere few days, but I understand it now. I have never been driven so completely insane by anything or anyone like this before. The power you have over me is unmatched. I am completely and wholly yours. If you were to ask me right now to leave, to never bother you again, I would leave my heart with you and spend my eternity in endless sorrow. I would think forever of the way you smiled at me, the way you kissed me, how soft your hair felt in my hands, and how my heart raced every time you laughed. I would never forgive myself for the pain I had caused you, and you would haunt me every day, every waking moment, every dream.”

Caliban moved your hands to his lips, nearly kissing them as he pleaded to you with tears in his beautiful eyes. You were motionless, turned to stone by his heavy gaze.

“So please, don’t become my specter. If I am a stranger to you now, let me make you fall for me all over again. I would do it a thousand times, if you'd let me. I could think of no sweeter way to spend my eternity.”

When you’d thought that Shakespeare had been imagining Caliban when he wrote, you’d been wrong. There was no poetry, no book, no lyric that could possibly compare to the way he spoke to you— the way his eyes so desperately tried to convey his anguish.

You removed your hands from his, and his whole face seemed to shatter.

“You’re not a stranger,” you muttered softly, moving to take his face your hands. His face remained guarded, but he leaned instinctively into your touch. “You’re Caliban.”

When you kissed him, it was like falling in love all over again.

And you supposed you did.

“But we are having a long, long talk about everything.” You warned as you pulled back, poking his chest sharply as he nodded profusely. “And if you ever, ever lie to me again, I’ll set something worse than flying rats on you. I’ll let Sabrina have you.”

Caliban laughed wildly, picking you up and spinning you around as he kissed you over and over again in sheer relief and joy. “I love you, Spellman. Anything you want, it’s yours.”

“I just want you, clay boy.”

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