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ohsolonelyghosts · 2 years

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could you do a part 2 to slow ride when reader becomes really distant with kylo and starts avoiding him. and with them ending uup together in the end. angst to comfort maybe a little smut(¬‿¬)

Slow Ride II

Characters: 70s!Kylo Ren x Reader

Word Count: 3,099

Note: Hey there! Sorry for being so absent, I've been working so much which DOES NOT bode well for writer's block. However, today we see part 2 of this! Absolutely love love love this idea and I'm so glad you sent it in! Plus, a special appearance from none other than Sackler >:)

This is a part two fic to this one. Read that before coming back!

Contents/Warnings: angst, cannabis, alcohol, unprotected sex, some fluff, PIV, cheating, slight overstimulation

It had been a few weeks since the summer kick-off beer bust, and you hadn’t seen Kylo in days. You wondered where he had run off to get drunk because he hadn’t bothered to call your landline. It pissed you off, because how did he go from calling you every day to now running around with god knows who? You never met to sound like his coach, who was insistent that he had a bad crowd, but you were always worried about him.

Your mother opened your door, breaking you from your thoughts. You tilted your head to the side, giving her a soft smile.

“Kylo’s on the phone for you,” she spoke, giving you a slight smirk.

Your mom absolutely adored Kylo, she loved when he would come over and stay with you. He was a perfect gentleman to her and to your entire family. She always hoped you two would be together, always mentioning how cute Kylo was. You’d roll your eyes, but secretly always agreed.

You hopped off your bed, walking past your mother to the landline.

“Hello?” You spoke, furrowing your brows.

“Hey, doll.”

You sighed out, a small smile flooding your face. You missed his voice, and wished he was standing in front of you.

“We went to grab Aerosmith tickets.”

“I know, but you haven’t see me in a bit.”

You heard Kylo sigh from the other end.

“I know, but, hey, I got you a ticket. Front row.”

You grinned, hearing that news. You were so, so excited to be able to go to that concert, especially with Kylo.

“What about, her?” You asked, twirling the phone cord in your fingers.

“Not coming,” Kylo responded quickly, assuring you.

The smile on your face grew, feeling relief that you wouldn’t have to be the third wheel.

“I’ve gotta go though, she’s coming over,” Kylo spoke after a moment, instantly killing your mood.

You groaned, rolling your eyes.

“Fine.”

You heard a click after saying your goodbyes, sadly hanging the phone back on the wall. You trudged back to your room, flopping back on your bed.

You didn’t hear from Kylo again for awhile, which made you increasingly upset.

It was five days until the concert when Kylo finally showed up at your house for the first time in forever.

You were super pissed, because why was he ignoring you so heavily? You had spent the time with your friends, so it wasn’t too bad on you, but it still weighed you down.

You stared at him in the doorway, clearing your throat as you looked up at him. He gave you a small smile, letting out a sigh. He went in for a hug, but you moved away quickly. When you looked back up at him, he looked shocked, even a bit sad. You shook your head at him, frowning. Kylo really had expected that you wouldn’t be mad when he showed up randomly to your house?

You stepped outside in front of him, shutting your door behind you.

“Kylo, I know you are not expecting to just step into my house and think that I’m going to just let you, you’ve ignored me for weeks. Go home.”

He scoffed, tilting his head.

“It’s not like I meant it,” he complained, folding his arms across his chest.

“Look, whatever you meant by it, we’ll talk later. I’ve gotta get ready for the party later.”

“At Nick’s?”

“Who else’s?” You retorted, opening your front door and backing inside of it.

Kylo tried to follow you inside, like he had done so many times prior, but you shoved him back gently.

“Go home, Kylo.”

As you shut the door behind you, you sighed, leaning against it for a second. You closed your eyes, before remembering that you did actually have to get ready.

You put on your clothes, did your hair and makeup before heading back downstairs and strolling out to your car. You put the key into your beetle, heading down the street to pick up friend after friend.

You gossiped a bit, letting them know exactly what Kylo had done, being met with scoffs and laughter.

“He really thought he could do that to you?” Your best friend, Tori asked, lighting the joint in her hand.

You pursed your lips, nodding slowly, inhaling off the joint when it was passed to you. You sat there at the red light, joint between your fingers. You passed it behind you to your other friend, relaxing against your seat. Before you knew it, you were at Nick’s house.

You all got out, locking your car before you walked up to the front door. Tori finished off the joint, dropping it to the ground and stepping on it. She knocked on the door, being greeted by none other than Kylo.

He had his somehow-still-girlfriend, Katherine, on his arm. He gave you a warm smile when he saw you and you met him back with a look that could pierce skin. Tori met him with the same look, grabbing your arm and pushing past him, so all five of you could shove past the two of them.

When you were all inside, the other three friends found their way to alcohol, with you and Tori not too far behind them. She handed you a cup, both of you leaning back against a wall, observing where to go next in the house.

You mentioned being pissed at Kylo, which Tori already knew.

“Listen, forget about him, get drunk, get laid, get even,” she responded, grinning at you from ear to ear.

She played a good wing-woman, and was insistent on getting you laid. You’d have multiple conversations that night, Tori including herself and letting guys know how available you were. That was until Adam Sackler made it known that he was there. You had a slight crush on him awhile back, and still found him quite attractive.

“Sackler, how’s it going?” Tori grinned, putting her hand on your lower back to shove you forward.

“Good as always, ladies,” he responded, shooting you a smirk.

Sackler wrapped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into him. The cologne he used made you melt, he smelled so good. You leaned against him, breathing in deep. You lost yourself in conversation, not even realizing Kylo had joined in after awhile.

He butted in by clearing his throat, arms across his chest. He eyed you and Sackler, clearly showing something was bothering him. It didn’t bother you, in fact it made you happy that he had to see you hanging all over one of his best friends. You took a sip from your cup, turning your head to your so-called best friend.

“Came to ask if you wanted to smoke a joint with the guys, Sackler,” Kylo mentioned, motioning to the front door.

“I’m in,” Sackler responded, letting go of you, taking a drink from his beer.

Kylo grinned at him, letting him move past your small group, turning back to you and grabbing you by the wrist. He shot an apology at Tori before dragging you up the stairs. You fought him, trying to tug away, though it was absolutely no use.

He shoved you back into an empty room, shutting and locking the door behind him.

“What do you think you’re fucking doing?” You raised your voice, setting your drink down on the desk nearby.

“Making sure my best friend, which is you, by the way, knows that Sackler does not want anything romantic!”

“Who said it was romantic, Kylo?” You retorted back at him, mouth slightly agape in disgust at the fact he thought he was somehow saving you.

“You don’t need to get used by that guy!” He shouted, crossing his arms.

You rolled your eyes, scoffing at him.

“Yet you’re getting used by Katherine?” You spoke, an fake innocent look upon your face.

“I’m not getting used, okay?”

His brows furrowed, showing just how flustered he was on his face. You pursed your lips at him, eyes drifting around the room. You couldn’t look him in the eyes, you would end up laughing at him.

You turned away from him, unlocking the door when Kylo forcefully turned you around, pinning you to the wall. Your eyes bounced between both of his, still wondering how you got into this situation.

“Kylo.”

The dark-haired male crashed his lips down onto yours before even mustering a response, his hands above your shoulders, making you unable to move. You pulled away, making a noise of disgust at him, shaking your head.

“Do you think I’m that easy?” You asked, crossing your arms.

Kylo didn’t have a response for that. He backed away from you, a small “sorry” leaving his lips. You had no idea how drunk he was, obviously enough to think he could make up to you with a makeout session.

You turned around from him, finally unlocking the door. As you were exiting the room, Kylo muttered something, but you weren’t exactly sure of what he was saying.

You finally met up with Tori again, who was with the three others, and Sackler. You lacked a drink, which Sackler noticed immediately and offered you to nurse off his freshly opened beer.

The rest of the party was decently enjoyable, involving you on Sackler’s arm the rest of the night. When it was finally time to leave, you pushed your four drunk friends back into your car, leaving them there while you said goodbye to Adam. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, hanging on him for a minute.

His arms greeted your hips, leaning down and pecking a kiss on your lips. You smiled against his lips, pulling him in for another kiss. When you pulled away, you looked past his shoulder, noticing Kylo in the back, near the front door. His girlfriend was nowhere in sight, yet his eyes pierced through Sackler, straight to you. You pulled away from the male in front of you, backing up to your car.

You leaned against it, Sackler insisting he fit into the car with you guys so you would take him home. You shook your head, giving him a wide grin, you knew exactly what his plans were.

You pecked at his lips once more before fully saying goodnight and entering your car.

***

You lay in your room, two days later.

You were wondering if you were even still going to the concert with Kylo, or if he was really going to take his girlfriend at this point.

You heard a knock at your window, sitting up instantly. You looked over, seeing Kylo trying to open your window. You opened it for him, backing away so he could get into your room.

“Don’t speak to me at the party, then ignore me some more?” Kylo questioned, sitting on your window sill.

You flopped back onto your bed, shaking your head.

“First off, you wanted to be with Katherine the entire night, so no, Kylo, I’m not speaking to you anymore. In fact, I don’t even know that I want to be around you anymore,” you retorted.

Kylo stared at you, open-mouthed at what you had just said. You could tell it instantly hurt his feelings, and as much as you felt bad, it needed to be said.

“Why does it bother you if I’m with Katherine?” He responded, voice a bit shaky, “it bothers you to the point of I’m no good to be around?”

Your hands fell out in front of you, motioning for him to stop talking.

“It’s not that you’re no good to be around, it’s that you’re a dick for cheating on her and letting her do it back.”

He shrugged, still as if to say how that was your problem. He’d be right if you weren’t in love with him.

Kylo stood up in front of you, one hand pushing his locks out of his face. The silence was deafening, both of you sitting there awkwardly, unsure of what to say next. You moved your hands around, moving one to touch your face, looking up at the male in front of you.

Kylo fell to his knees suddenly in front of you, hands on either side of your lap. He just sat there, taking a sharp inhale. His hands moved to your thighs, squeezing them. He looked up at you, pursing his lips.

“I’m sorry for making her more important in my life.”

You gave him a pitiful smile, shrugging at him. You placed both of your hands on his cheeks, rubbing your thumb over his lower lip.

“She just doesn’t deserve you, not like I do,” you whispered, eyes trailing down his face.

A grin widened upon his lips, tilting his head to the side. He got the child-in-a-candy-store look in his eyes once again, leaning up slightly. You felt his breathe touch your lips, but held yourself back from kissing him.

“Nobody deserves me like you do,” he breathed, eyes fixated on your lips.

He leaned in, smashing his lips against yours for what felt like the first time in forever. It was needy, teeth clashing, and absolutely everything you craved from him. He moved on top of you, your legs wrapped around his waist.

Kylo’s hips ground down onto yours, eliciting a moan from you. He hummed against your lips, pulling away for a moment. You both took deep breaths, hips rocking against each other. Kylo’s hand found its way under your shirt, hand squeezing at your breast.

“Need you,” he murmured out, leaning down and biting at your lower lip.

You whined at him, grinding your hips against his again. He nodded, placing his hand on your jawline.

He clashed your mouths together once again, finding a way to get your pants off of you while his lips were against yours. Before you knew it, you felt his cock rubbing against your center, sitting your body up on your elbows.

“No foreplay?” You breathed out, eyeing his cock. Even from the last time you two had sex, you were extremely worried about how he was going to fit, even then it left you sore for days.

“Sorry, just so excited to be inside of you.”

He delved two fingers inside of you, making you arch your back, moaning out for him. Kylo chuckled, shaking his head.

“I haven’t even done anything to you!”

The innocent look on his face was enough to drive you mad, and you begged for him to make you moan even more for him.

“Tell me what you want me to do to you,” he breathed, pumping his fingers in and out of you. You moaned out for him, finding it hard to make words come out of your mouth.

“Want you to choke me, fuck me like she wouldn’t let you,” you whimpered out when he stopped moving his fingers. He smirked at you, loving what he was hearing.

“You’re fucking dirty when you want to be.”

Kylo pulled his fingers out of you, making you whimper at the loss of contact. He pushed his fingers into your mouth, making you suck on them. You moaned at the taste of yourself, and you were sure he could feel his cock get harder at the sound.

“You’re gonna take all of my cock, got that, doll?”

You nodded, leaving Kylo to thrust into you. You moaned out for him, gasping as you took every inch of him. He bottomed out inside of you, letting out small groans and swears.

Kylo took off at a relentless pace, hand finding your throat. He pressed you into your mattress, his other hand finding countless places on your body to grope and squeeze. He pounded you, the sound of his balls slapping against your skin filling the room. Gasps and soft moans followed, your arms finding his shoulders, scratching at the skin.

He let out groans, loving the feeling of your nails digging into him. He slowed his pace a bit, taking the time to grind up against you between each thrust, making sure you could feel just as good as he was feeling. Kylo filled your neck with plenty of small bites, slapping the side of your ass with his free hand.

He threw both of your legs over his shoulders, both of his hands taking yours and pinning them above your head. You squeezed at his fingers intertwined in yours, clenching your walls around him. He rolled his hips up against yours, making your furrow your brows in pleasure.

Kylo bit at your jawline, sucking and nipping along his journey back to your neck. Muttering how good you were for him nearly sent you over the edge. Before you knew it, you were cumming all over his cock, your head thrown back in pure ecstasy.

Your body tensed up around his cock, practically unable to move. He picked his pace up, thrusting harshly into you as you came down from your high. One of his hands found your clit, rubbing circles, easily overstimulating you. Your body jerked upward, nearly trying to find a way to get away from him, it was too much.

“No no, take it,” he growled.

His hand held your hips down, beads of sweat forming on his forehead as he continued to thrust into you.

“Close,” he growled out, picking up the pace of his hips.

Kylo abruptly stopped and you could feel his thick ropes of cum coating your walls. He slowly began to move as he came down from his high, eyes fluttering as he moved.

When he finally pulled out of you, he fell next to you on your bed, immediately pulling you into his body.

You curled up to him, bodies sweaty, yet perfectly intertwined. Kylo planted a kiss on your forehead, grinning. You listened to his heartbeat, tracing little shapes into his chest. This was the Kylo you wanted to keep forever, the happy completely focused on you version.

“Much better on a bed.”

You chuckled, kissing his chest.

“So much better.”

“You know I love you right?”

You grinned, lifting your head to look at Kylo. He leaned his head up as well, pecking at your lips gently. You smiled against his lips, kissing all over his cheeks and jawline.

“All I wanted was to hear you say that!” You exclaimed, giggling at him, “now, could you please break up with her?”

Kylo got that look on his face again, sighing.

“Yeah, yeah, I will.”

That still didn’t give you any hope, but you really wanted to leave the moment be.

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ravendruid · 11 months

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Be In My Eyes - Chapter 18

You can read the previous chapters here or on AO3. Check out the outfit inspiration boards here. Summary: With midterms week coming to an end, it's time to sit back, relax, clean some wounds—mostly emotional—and party!

Keyleth glanced at the clock strategically placed above the whiteboard in the classroom. Bile clawed its way up her esophagus and onto her throat as she realized she had less than five minutes until the end of the exam, and she still had two questions left. She tried to focus on the question she was working on, but the more she read it, the emptier her brain felt. Until, at last, the dreadful cough ensuing from the professor two rows down called her attention.

“Pens down.”

Keyleth tried to control her breathing as she lowered her pen and closed her exam, the blank space of the last two questions taunting her. Her heart started racing, and she stared at the paper in front of her with wide, unfocused eyes. Keyleth tuned out of her surroundings, not paying attention to the rustling of her classmates packing and leaving nor the blur of her professor taking away her unfinished exam. This was one of the most important subjects of her degree, and because of that, the professor had made it clear at the beginning of the year that finals would be worth 60% of their final grade while midterms would take 30% of it. Having a bad grade on the midterm could drastically lower Keyleth’s final grade if she didn’t raise it by finals.

“Miss Ashari?” The professor called her, gently touching her shoulder.

Keyleth looked up at the middle-aged man, the wrinkles around his soft, concerned brown eyes were more prominent at such a close distance.

“Y—yes?” Her voice was low, barely louder than a whisper, and wavering.

“Is everything alright?”

Professor Uriel was not only one of the oldest professors in the Biology department of the University of Emon, but was also a descendant of its founder. While such a high status could turn the man into a power-hungry narcissist, Professor Uriel was one of the kindest teachers Keyleth had, going as far as to bother remembering his students’ names.

“I’m sorry,” Keyleth mumbled, embarrassed. “I’m afraid I wasn’t able to complete my exam.”

“Ah.” Professor Uriel smiled kindly, the wrinkles in the corner of his eyes shifting with it. “Do not worry about that, Miss Ashari. I have faith that you can still get a high grade. You are, after all, the best student in this class, are you not?”

Keyleth’s face reddened. She did put an immense amount of hours into her homework and assignments, and she tried to participate as much as her anxiety allowed her, but she would never call herself the best student in the class.

“Let’s find out first what your grade was, and then we can discuss if there is a need for extra assignments to bring it up. Does that sound good to you?”

“Y—yes, that would be… Thank you, Professor,” Keyleth gave the man a hopeful smile before she started packing her things.

It was already fully dark out when she left the teaching building, but Keyleth tried to not let the feeling of unease take over her. She was still slightly anxious about her exam, and walking alone at night didn’t help much. On a different occasion, she would have called Vax and asked him to stay on the phone with her until she got back to Greyskull, but he was still not talking to her.

Keyleth started wondering if maybe it was her fault. Had she done something to upset him? Perhaps if she had tried to be less clingy, he wouldn’t be mad at her, or maybe if she had tried to be better, he would still be talking to her. Was there a point in even thinking about it anymore? It had been almost a week since their last conversation on the way home from the bar, and Vax didn’t seem any closer to resuming their friendship. Would it be best for Keyleth to forget about it and move on?

Keyleth’s thoughts got interrupted by her phone vibrating in her pocket. A picture of Vex’ahlia and Trinket hugging in their bedroom showed on the screen, and Keyleth answered the call with a frown.

“Hi, Vex. Is everything okay?”

“Keyleth!” Vex cheered giddily on the other side of the line, immediately followed by an also cheerful Pike, giving Keyleth the impression that they both had already started drinking. “Where are you?”

“On my way home. I just finished my last exam.”

“We’re going out tonight to celebrate. Will you please come with us, darling? Pretty please,” Vex begged, shadowed by Pike in the background.

“Alright, but just us girls. Is that okay?” Keyleth bit her lip, hoping Vex was too tipsy to consider the reason for her request.

“Sure. No stinky boys tonight. Did you hear that, brother?”

Keyleth’s heart fell to her stomach. Vax was with his sister, and while she might have been too drunk to not add up the math, Vax wouldn’t be. He would surely figure out right away the reason for Keyleth’s request. Did it really matter, though? Did she care about how Vax felt for being left behind while the girls went out to have fun? The answer was an easy yes, because no matter what Keyleth told herself—or forced herself to believe—Vax’s sadness still made her heart ache.

“Well,” Pike’s voice got closer, and Keyleth heard shuffling on the other side. When she spoke again, the shorter girl’s voice was louder, “We’re going to have dinner first, then we’re going to Glorious. A girls’ night.” She offered.

“Sounds good to me,” Keyleth answered, relaxing her shoulders as she saw the lights of Greyskull on the other side of the road. “I’m almost home. I just need to shower and get ready.”

“I have a dress for you, Keyleth,” Vex replied behind Pike.

“O—okay?” Keyleth was scared because she had seen Vex’s dresses before, and most of them were not something Keyleth could see herself wearing, but she gave her friend the benefit of the doubt and accepted the offer.

Vex’ahlia and Pike were both waiting for Keyleth when she walked in, Pike holding a shot glass and Vex two. Vax was sitting on the armchair closest to the TV—Keyleth’s unofficially assigned armchair—with an open book on his lap. He didn’t even try to conceal the amusement on his face as his sister and their roommate loudly cheered Keyleth’s return home and promptly handed her a drink. Quite the opposite. His smile towards Keyleth was softer than she had seen him look at her that week, suddenly setting the embers in her navel ablaze.

“Come on, let’s get ready,” Vex dragged Keyleth behind her to their room, where she started digging through her closet.

“Go ahead and shower first,” Pike instructed Keyleth as she, too, dug through her wardrobe. Keyleth obeyed, not wanting to burst her roommates’ bubble of happiness.

Keyleth showered quickly, wanting to free the bathroom for the other two as fast as possible. She was still getting used to sharing her space with others, a habit she didn’t have due to being an only child and having lived most of her life with only her dad. While Vex and Pike were comfortable with anyone walking in the bathroom while they showered, Keyleth wasn’t. It had taken her a few weeks to even become comfortable with the idea of changing clothes in front of her roommates, which she had only started doing after Vex rolled her eyes at Keyleth and reminded her they all had the same body parts and that she didn’t have anything Vex hadn’t seen before. Sometimes Keyleth felt guilty for taking over the bathroom when the other two needed to get ready. But thankfully, they had fallen into a natural schedule where Pike and Vex would make up for any lost time by getting ready together.

“I have this dress for you,” Vex said as soon as Keyleth walked out of the bathroom, fully wrapped in a towel. She was holding a hanger with a black dress that already looked too short on her friend.

“I have dresses, too, you know?” Keyleth moved aside, allowing Pike in. Vex cocked an eyebrow, but Keyleth ignored her, opening her wardrobe and looking through her hanging dresses. She found the one she was looking for and pulled it out, showing it to Vex, who gave her an approving look.

“You’re full of surprises, Keyleth. I never thought you would have a dress that short.” Vex smiled, putting her dress back in her closet.

Keyleth blushed at that. She wasn’t sure if Vex was complimenting or mocking her, so she opted not to say anything. Although, in her defense, that was the shortest dress Keyleth owned and one she had never worn before. She had been saving it for a special occasion, and she figured it was either that or having to wear Vex’s dress, which was way shorter than the one she owned.

“Hey, Pike,” Vex called loudly as she opened the bathroom door. Keyleth saw her browse her make-up kit, unbothered by the fact that her roommate was in the middle of a shower. “How much do you two want to bet the boys are going to show up at Gilmore’s to check on us?”

“They better not,” Pike replied, her head peeking out of the curtain. “I will kick them out of the bar if they do.”

Keyleth and Vex both laughed at their friend. For such a short girl, Pike had the courage of a giant.

—

Vax’ildan stretched out on the armchair, setting his book on the small side table. It felt wrong to enjoy the comfort of the plush green pillow behind his back, the one Keyleth had bought specifically for this chair. It felt even worse to be sitting on it, enjoying the view of the entire living area and kitchen, the proximity to the bookshelf, growing fuller every week, and the soft lamp in the corner behind the armchair that provided just the right amount of lighting to read. It felt wrong because this was Keyleth’s spot—everyone at the apartment knew that—and Vax, more than anyone, was undeserving of such comforts after being a complete dick to his best friend all week.

Staying away from Keyleth had cost Vax more than he wanted to admit to himself, both emotionally and physically. Gilmore, who Vax learned had no trouble speaking the truth, even if it hurt his friends, had drilled into him all week about how he was screwing this up badly with Keyleth by being so distant, not helping with the overwhelming guilt he already felt. Almost worse than the guilt were Vex’ahlia’s piercing stares whenever Vax joined the girls to study. It had confused him, of course. Vex had been nagging him to leave his bedroom since classes started, and now that he did, he felt like she almost wanted to kill him for that. It’s not that he didn’t know why. Vax wasn’t dumb. What confused him the most was that the last time he talked to his sister about the subject, she was hellbent on pushing him away from Keyleth. If anything, Vax thought his sister would be happy with their distancing, but she had proven him wrong.

There was no use in crying over spilled milk. Vax had made a conscious decision and had stuck to it. As much as it hurt him, there was no turning back. Or at least that’s what he thought before Pike sought him earlier that afternoon. The worshipper of the Everlight—of all gods, it had to be a disciple of the goddess of redemption—had come bearing good news and a second chance, which Vax was going to hold on too tightly and try not to ruin everything. That’s why his heart broke when Vex informed him no boys were allowed to go out with the girls that night. Ever since he heard his sister and Pike scheming to get Keyleth out of the house to celebrate, Vax hoped to take the chance to enact his redemption, but Keyleth had other plans.

Vax had run multiple scenarios in his mind on how he would approach Keyleth to apologize, to justify his behavior, but none of them seemed good enough. She deserved much better than him. No matter what Pike told him, Vax wouldn’t take anything for real until he heard it from Keyleth’s lips. He knew he had to make sure everything was perfect, no matter what his plan was. He was ready to work hard for Keyleth’s forgiveness.

What Vax wasn’t ready for, though, was the sight in front of him as, one after the other, the girls walked into the living room.

Pike walked in first. She wore a light blue mini dress with a low-cut square neckline, see-through chiffon sleeves and skirt, and white heels that made her barely taller than five feet. Her pale blonde hair was loosely curled down to her shoulders with two intertwined pieces on each side of her head meeting at the back, and she was wearing a golden necklace with the symbol of the Everlight. Her make-up was also done perfectly in shades of gold and light blue eyeshadow—Vax recognized his sister’s signature smoky style—and soft pink lipstick. There was no denying: Pike was as beautiful as she was intelligent, thus emphasizing even further why Scanlan was so infatuated with her.

Vex’ahlia was right behind Pike, the height difference clearly noticeable as they chatted with each other. Vax had long gotten used to his sister’s fashion style, but it still bothered him sometimes how she would bare herself so much. Vex wore black shorts and a sheer black shirt with embroidered roses with what looked like a white lace bodysuit underneath. She carried a pair of worn-out and cheap combat-style boots—the off-brand pair she bought to match Vax’s. Her hair, much like Pike’s, was also loosely curled down to her shoulder blades with two interlocked pieces on each side that met at the back, and her make-up consisted of her signature smoky eyeshadow in gold and black and sharp eyeliner. Vax noticed she was also wearing the silver bear necklace and the golden ‘V’ pendant he had given a few years back. No matter how much of a hard-ass Vex was to him, it comforted him to know she still wanted him close, even when he wasn’t physically able to be near her.

“Oh, hi, brother.” Vex greeted him, setting her shoes behind the couch and shooing Trinket so she could sit.

“You two look very beautiful. Although, Vex’ahlia, you—”

“Oh, don’t you even start, Vax.” She admonished him with a piercing look.

“Wait until you see Keyleth,” Pike said with a knowing look as she sat next to Vex on the couch.

The girls chatted happily for five minutes, and for five minutes, Vax tried to gather the chaos of thoughts in his mind, praying to whichever gods were listening that they would give him the strength to not act like a fool. It seemed like the gods weren’t listening, though, because as soon as Keyleth walked into the living room, absent-mindedly searching for something in her purse, Vax’s jaw dropped, and all blood rushed from his brain.

Keyleth was wearing a forest green mini dress—Vax had never seen her wear anything that short—with colorful flowers, a low-cut square neckline, and sheer sleeves. Her long red hair was curled down to the entire length of her back, with braids on each side of her head that were fastened by a small green bow in the back—now it was obvious to him that she had done the other girls’ hair, too, since they were all matching. She was wearing Vex’s heels again, the ones that made her almost as tall as Grog, and had a golden leaf pendant around her neck.

“Finally,” Vex’ahlia muttered, standing to her feet. Keyleth looked at her friends apologetically before her gaze fell on Vax’s still awestruck expression.

Vax was glad he was still sitting on her armchair because he would have fallen to his ass from the look Keyleth gave him. She had a different shine to her eyes. Maybe it was from the smoky gold and green eyeshadow, or perhaps the sharp eyeliner—Vex’ahlia had for sure been in charge of the girls’ make-up—but something about Keyleth’s look made his entire body numb.

Even worse than Vax not feeling anything was the fact that he also didn’t realize that all three girls were staring at him: Vex and Pike in amusement at his bewildered expression, and Keyleth with an increasing blush in her cheeks. In his defense, though, Keyleth was beautiful.

“Brother,” Vex’ahlia approached Vax, slapping him on the shoulder to get his attention. That seemed to break the hold on him, and Vax shifted his attention to his sister. “We’re going to leave now. Don’t even think about following us, alright? We’ll be fine.”

“Uhm… y—yeah. Sure.”

Vex shook her head as she stepped away from him, joining Pike and Keyleth by the door, who were putting on their jackets. Keyleth allowed the other two to leave before her, holding back and looking at Vax again. Her body shuffled awkwardly at the door as she bit her lower lip in discomfort, and for a moment, Vax could swear Keyleth was waiting for him to ask her to stay. Gods above. Vax wanted to ask her to stay home with him so badly, but just as quick as the thought crossed their minds, it vanished into the unknown, and Keyleth left—not before giving him a soft smile, unable to hide the sadness in her eyes.

It took Vax a lot of strength and self-control not to chase her down the hall, to heed his sister’s words, and not follow them to the restaurant and the bar. After such a long and exhausting week, all that strength seemed to deplete his resources, and Vax was barely able to drag himself to his bed, much to Percival’s surprise, who had been quietly sketching out something at his desk. He had no more energy to change his clothes, so he allowed himself to flop onto the mattress with a soft thud and closed his eyes. His heart ached again as the small flame of hope slowly extinguished itself.

Keyleth would never love him, no matter what Pike said. Vax hadn’t been good enough for her a month ago, and he wasn’t good enough for her now, after all the pain he put her through. Again, he wasn’t dumb. Vax knew very well that Keyleth had asked for a girls’ night because she wanted to be away from him. Could he blame her, though? Keyleth had all the right to be mad at him. Even though it hurt him, Vax felt he had no energy left to fight for her—for them.

The last image that crossed Vax’s mind as sleep took over his conscience was Keyleth’s smile whenever she saw him walk into a room. He loved her smile so much. She had shined so bright in his life, and he ruined everything, dragging himself back to darkness again. He was all alone again, as he should be. Someone like him didn’t deserve to be loved by someone so kind and pure as Keyleth.

#critical role #cr fic #vox machina #vaxleth #modern au #college au #vox machina au #vaxleth au #critical role au #be in my eyes #in case anyone is wondering: I do have their outfits inspo ready to post.#next chapter might take a bit longer to come out because I haven't been having the best mental health #sorry I've been spacing these out. I've been trying to compensate by writing longer chapters :')

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csigoose · 10 months

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A low, practiced whistle took Aria’s attention from her phone where she was trying to read an article about the vigilante crime ring operating out of Ketterdam. She looked at Natalya beside her and raised her brows. They only used that whistle for one thing. Hot Guy Alert. Natalya jutted her chin toward the entry of the theater in an attempt to look discreet. Unfortunately, discretion was never her specialty, and more than a few of their seat neighbors looked up to witness the newest couple walking up the steps to the seats.

To be fair, it was more than a hot guy. No, the woman at his side was also unmistakably beautiful in ways that Aria didn’t even know how to describe. The man was tall with severe, pale cheekbones and a scar slashed across his cheekbone like a fashion statement, and that was without mentioning the white collared shirt with the sleeves cuffed up and black vest he wore, completing the look with black gloves and a walking stick. And the woman leading them to their seats--dead center--had dark-tanned skin that seemed to glimmer in the sickly theater lights, but that could have easily been explained by the sparkly white top she wore with satin tuxedo pants. Both of them wore black masks that covered the lower halves of their faces, paying no attention to their obvious audience.

It was obvious what these two people had planned for their day with their too-stylish outfits. The famed five-hour marathon. Barbenheimer.

“Damn,” Aria whispered as the couple sat down a few rows ahead of them. “I wish I had a boyfriend like that.”

Natalya snorted. “He probably only agreed to come to this in exchange for her seeing Oppenheimer. No self-respecting woman is dressing up for that nonsense.” A few strangers around them murmured their agreement, some going as far as to nod.

Aria wasn’t convinced. “I think they look nice,” she said, settling back into her seat as the lights dimmed for the previews. The couple obviously wasn’t from around here, and they must have traveled a long way to get here. It was one of the few theatres this side of the Unsea that had the proper IMAX capabilities for Nolan’s “true artistic endeavor.” She didn’t even really like biopics, but she would have liked to see Oppenheimer, too, if any of her friends would have agreed to go with. She wasn’t one for going to Movies alone.

She watched as the guy pointed at the different trailers, whispering something to the girl at his side. Whatever he said, it made her burst into giggles, shaking their head. They were oddly silent through the trailer for The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes before the girl pointed to the screen. ‘I want to see that,’ Aria could hear her whisper in Kerch. The man in the suit nodded.

So, they weren’t from here. If they were speaking Kerch, which Aria barely understood--skating by when she took two years of it in High School, and looked so expensive... They had to have been from Ketterdam. That was the only place that circulated that sort of money. She thought back to the article she read earlier. Were they here to escape the so-called Vigilantes?

The movie starting kept her from contemplating the couple’s origin story any longer, and Aria was enveloped in a parcel of pink plastic. But despite how pretty the movie was, or how much she and her friends laughed at the quips--she couldn’t stop staring at the couple ahead of her.

(You know the deal! Click the link to read more!!)

#six of crows #kanej #crack fic #no regerts #grishaverse

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Seeds, Chapter 2

Lu meandered the streets with the egg in tow, making a half-hearted attempt not to draw too much attention to himself. His parents warned him not to walk the streets among commoners, but he didn’t really care that much about being recognized; he just wanted some fresh air. If anyone stared too long, he’d just walk faster. No big deal. His peace of mind, however, was abruptly interrupted by a call from you-know-who.

“Hello, sweetie, just checking in- Are you near Sector III?”

How did she-

“I’ve got eyes everywhere, dear. Now, can you do me a favor? There’s an adorable little creature nearby that I heard grows grass right on its back! It would be excellent for my collection. I’ll send over the details,” Her voice then lost all of the warmth she had dressed it in. “Don’t disappoint me.”

Before Lu could answer, she hung up the phone. In the same moment, something popped up on the interface of his monster-scanning doohickey.

SHRUBBARB. BIOMA-class beast with FLORA affinity. These beasts cultivate personal gardens on their own bodies. Though soft to the touch, they can also produce sharp spines to ward off aggressors. (Found in: Meadow Wilds)

Connecting every group of major city blocks were the wilds, artificial landscapes where one could find most plants, animals, and more importantly- a handful of beasts! Each of them had the climate of a similar Earth habitat. As one would expect, the Meadow Wilds were a flourishing grassland rife with herbs for the apothecaries of Sector III to use in potions.

Shrubbarbs weren’t especially rare, at least so Lu thought. After looking for almost a whole hour, he gave up and went back to town. He couldn’t believe his eyes when he caught an eyeful of that very beast, perched on a nearby balcony. No one would miss it much, right? Besides, he wouldn’t hear the end of it if he came home empty-handed.

Lu withdrew his staff, gifted to him by his father. The highest-end tech straight from Sector VI, it was useful for sparring as well as beast-wrangling. Utilizing experimental warp gate technology, it made transportation a snap. As he approached the beast, it immediately retaliated by flicking razor-sharp blades of grass.

“Ow! You little…” He lost his balance and face-planted on the ground below. “However long it takes, you’re coming with me.

After defeating the beast, Wynn was led by an official to a room where several others were sat chattering amongst one another. Distinguished by her heavy makeup, indifferent expression, and perpetual gum-chewing, the clipboard-toting young woman was seemingly no older than her.

“W-what’s all this?”

“Those who get tossed into the pits…and survive, are sentenced to work under the Beast Rangers to atone for their crimes. If we see fit, we can put you on track to become an official ranger, if you’d like. Think of it as our own little slice of rehabilitation.”

Wynn’s eyes widened with disbelief. “I could become a Beast Ranger?”

“Sure, if you’ve got the guts. Lucky for you, it’s recruiting season, so we can set you up with a starter pack right away. Even if you don’t get through, you’ll need these tools to get by, so have a seat.”

Wynn tiptoed through the rows of chairs, tensing up as nearly everyone in the room stared her down. Being the center of attention was definitely in her top five- scratch that, top three worst sensations ever. She finally came upon an empty seat, next to a particularly peppy prospect. Without it being asked of her, she immediately launched into introductions.

“Alina Dawns! But most people just skip the ‘A’ and get straight to the ‘Lina’. What’s your name?” she asked, offering her hand for a shake.

“Oh, um…I’m Wynn.” she took the girl’s hand apprehensively. It was rough and blotched with days-old paint stains.

“What brings you here?”

“Uhh, besides being thrown into a dungeon against my will…?” She’d never really thought about it that hard before. “Well, I guess I’d wanna be able to see all the different kinds of beasts up close…and that’s what Beast Rangers do, right?”

“Yup! I see ‘em on TV all the time. They make the news quite often, which really makes you think about the state of our- ooh, there goes one right now!”

Wynn turned to lock eyes with the emerald-haired spindly girl standing at the front of the room. She cleared her throat and clasped her hands together, almost like a princess would.

“If I may have everyone’s attention…welcome to Beast Ranger orientation! To those who missed the previous sessions, we will now be entering the hands-on portion, so…”

“Don’t worry, you didn’t miss much, just books and paperwork.” said Lina with a reassuring nudge.

“Now, we’ll start rotating through the orientation stations hosted by us Master Rangers.”

The recruits were all split off into groups, and the pair was able to stay together by a stroke of luck. Wynn was glad she had someone by her side through all of this. She thought she’d be behind bars or worse, but it just so happened to be the opportunity of a lifetime. I just hope my family is okay while I’m gone, she thought.

“What’s up, everybody? The name’s Eth, but my friends just call me Sylvie on account of my surname.” The schedule read, ‘Weapons with Eth Sylvan’. Interesting. “I’m in charge of the weapons here. I actually designed some of ‘em myself!”

Oozing charm with every word, this guy was about Wynn’s height. His loose curls were pulled back in a low ponytail. The wrappings on his feet, which exposed his toes, matched the candy-colored garment under his overalls. A beast Wynn had never seen before was perched on his shoulder. It was kind of like a cat, but on second thought reminded her more of a bug…?

PAWNCER. BIOMA-class beast with TOXIC affinity. These beasts are, on average, fuzzy and cuddly, but their saliva is corrosive and their sting is capable of completely numbing creatures multiple times their size.

“Me and Scorpi here’ll go around and get everybody fitted with a weapon that suits them, alright?”

Sylvie and his pal circled the room of curious rookies, explaining how the various weapons work and demonstrating their functions. Applicants immediately began testing their new artillery on one another.

“Y’all still need more time to pick something?”

Lina struggled to lift a huge mallet she’d been eyeing. “This one’s pretty cool!”

“Ooh, one of my personal favorites! Check out what happens when you twist the handle!” Sawblades appeared with a click. “Super versatile,” He turned to address Wynn. “How about you?”

“I-I think I’ll just keep this.” Sylvie recognized the knife she used earlier. All new weapons were exciting to him, but he held back so as not to exacerbate her nervousness.

“Mind if I take a closer look?”

“Um, yeah! Wait, no, I mean- here.”

He ran his hands over the blade, taking in the intricate etchings on the hilt and the smooth, lustrous blade. It was crystal clear with a slight red tint. “Hm…this is very well put together! I haven’t seen craftsmanship like this since…well, it’s been a while. We’ll have to look through the handbook to make sure it’s up to code, though...”

“Oh…”

“Just yanking your chain. Mine’s been collecting dust since I got it.” He handed it back gently, with the care of someone who knew how to handle such a delicate blade. “Go ahead, knock yourself out! Figuratively, of course.”

A bell rang, signaling the trainees to move on. “Guess I’ll see everyone off now. Don’t be a stranger!” Sylvie then went on to create a unique handshake for everyone who passed them as they left. Presumably, there was a section in his brain dedicated to memorizing elaborate handshakes.

Lu thought he’d stop by and visit his father in Sector V after delivering the last capture. He’s bound to have some free time now, right?

The fifth sector is where athletic disciplines lie, and where all royal guards are trained. Though unspoken, they more or less play second fiddle to the Beast Rangers in terms of defending Earth and its moon. Nevertheless, the king trains each guard personally, and loves them like his own children. Though he’s had many fierce contenders over the years, he’s never lost a fight against anyone- including his son Lunaire.

“Hey, small fry! Didja follow me or somethin’?” “With all due respect, Dad…I’m a grown-ass man. And I’m taller than you.” That much was true; Apollo was a short, stocky man with a tight, well-kempt ‘fro and a bushy beard to match.

“Of course, of course. Don’t rub it in,” he said with a hearty belly-laugh, which was an accurate description. Though chiseled from his training, an athlete’s diet crossed with child-rearing left him softer in the middle than he was in his prime.

“Come to best your old man while he’s got his guard down?...Oh!” He dug in his pocket for a bit. “You just reminded me I had something to give you.”

Great, more stuff to carry.

“This is the Key of the Moon. It’s been passed down by the Yoghs for cycles and cycles. When I married your mother, it was awarded to me to signify my place in this family- and now the time has come for me to pass it down.” He dangled the key, which bore a deep, cool hue faded by age.

“It is said that this key can open up gateways to disaster! You must never lend it to anyone, for even those closest to you may lurk in the darkness…or whatever it was they told me.” Carefully, he transferred the key to Lu’s neck. “For real though, keep it safe. Just in case.”

In spite of his earlier exasperation, Lu was actually proud to receive such an honor from his father. It was more interesting than the other gaudy garbage- sorry, “family heirlooms” his other relatives tried to pass off to him every five to ten business days.

“Sorry, kiddo, break’s over. Why don’t you go over and spar with the team? And don’t forget to-” “Warm up and stretch first. I know, I know. See ya, dad.”

When Lu reached out his fist for a bump, he was instead met with a tight embrace. King Apollo did everything loud, especially love. Though he didn’t hug back, his father knew he treasured every second of it. He just wished Lu was more of an open book.

The girls continued to the brewery, where the ranger they saw before was waiting. A chartreuse necktie and knee-high boots in other shades of green surely made her presence known, if the hot pink eyes didn’t do it first. With a flourish, long, skinny arms gracefully found her forehead in a facepalm.

“Hydra, go make sure anyone headed to the nursery comes here first to get their solution. I can’t believe they messed that up again…” Wynn scanned the thin, serpentine beast as it darted through the double doors and into the hall.

DOUSNAKE. ATMA-class beast with RAIN affinity. This beast is always wet, but its oily skin prevents it from dripping everywhere. They prefer to dwell in bodies of freshwater.

“Hello, everyone. My name is Ash. Here, we use these herbal mixtures to emulate the incubation processes for various beasts. That’s what makes a beast egg special- what’s inside can change based on its environment. Please be careful to only use authorized concoctions. Feel free to use the brewery’s supplies, or your own as long as it’s verified.”

Every desk was fit with a tiny cauldron and book of recipes. Everyone made quick work of the ingredients at their disposal, mixing leaves, nectars, and powders over the open fire. They meticulously studied the combinations to ensure they’d get a beast they liked.

Wynn took out the mortar and pestle she’d used to grind up the beans earlier that day. Huh, still a bit of paste left. Before she could do anything else, though, Ash appeared behind her.

“What’s that?” If Wynn could jump fifteen into the air right then, she actually could’ve, but the ceilings were too low. “Erm…”

Ash held a hand out. “Give it here.” She dejectedly handed it over, humiliated. She expected to be scolded, kicked out, or both, but to her surprise, the indignation on her face turned into intrigue.

“It couldn’t be…Jack’s Paste?” Ash gave another taste to be sure. “That’s one of the greatest blends of our time, you know. I wasn’t aware that Sector I was also home to herbalists?” she inquired, flipping through the cookbook.

“Yeah, um…I was trying this recipe for the first time.” Wynn was relieved, but understandably still a bit shaken.

“And here I was thinking you were a troublemaker! It has many uses, but I don’t think it’s very popular for beast rearing…” she explained. “You’re lucky I recognized it, because an unidentified formula could have disastrous results. Hm. Well here, it’s in the book, so you should be okay to give it a shot.” She emptied its contents into the waiting pot. “No idea what beast that makes, though. We should really update our catalog. Note to self…” She turned to assist the others with an elegant twirl.

“What are you putting in yours, Lina?”

She checked and double-checked to ensure her recipe was correct. “Coriander seeds, a pinch of ginger, and…one scotch bonnet! That should be the formula for this beast here.” She pointed at a picture of a slender, insectoid beast, accompanied by a blurb bearing a flame symbol.

“That’s a lovely choice. I read that Mantorches are surprisingly friendly, and great for roasting marshmallows.” Coincidentally, friends and marshmallows were two of Lina’s favorite things.

Even though it was approved by Ash, the outcome of Jack’s Paste was still a complete mystery. As she stirred her own pot, she couldn’t help but wonder what beast would come about.

Next up to visit was the nursery, a lush garden enclosure where beasts skipped happily about. Bumbling workers circled the premises, following after them like hyperactive toddlers. Even though there was something of a language barrier, the beasts and their caretakers understood one another completely. Wynn wondered if she could be stationed here when it came time to work off her sentence.

The third and final Master Ranger they would meet was pretty tall. Like, he towered over practically everyone else in the room. His hair fell in two-strand twists around a pair of bull’s horns protruding from his head. A long tail swished back and forth behind him as he spoke in a mellow, steady tone.

“Yo, I’m Thorn. It’s always a pleasure to see fresh faces around here. Uh…” The nursing grounds obviously had no chairs for them to sit in. “Right…pick an egg from the nest and take a seat on the floor, okay?”

An ornate wreath of foliage stood in the center of the courtyard, filled with the countless progeny of beasts who’d abandoned or volunteered their eggs. Thorn went on to assist everyone individually after they each picked out one of their own.

“Hey, how’s this supposed to work?” Lina whispered.

“W-well, even before they hatch, beasts tend to secrete this fluid…” Wynn could only describe it as ‘territorial slime’. “It’s a bit hard to explain, but the Beast Rangers figured out how to-”

Thorn approached, having overheard a bit of their conversation. “You sure know a lot about beasts, huh?” Wynn fell silent on impulse.

“For reals, she’s taught me so much and it’s only been like, half a day!”

“All the more reason to have you guys on the force, right? Let’s get you situated. You’re gonna wanna place the egg right in the middle of your pot, so it soaks up the formula. Then, it’ll change color.” For instance, Lina’s egg took on an orange-y glow, while Wynn’s was unusually neutral.

“Alright, hands in! Left, right, doesn’t really matter.” The eggs began to leak a viscous sap, which was somehow hot and cold at the same time. “Notice a mark forming on your wrist? Keep your hand in ‘till it’s totally solid.”

When all was said and done, the girls bore different symbols on their wrists. Thorn showed them his own mark and flashed a smile. “Now we’ve all got something in common! Whenever you wanna call on your beast, just trace over the symbol with your finger. Takes some getting used to, I know.”

Not realizing what she was doing, Wynn stared at Thorn vacantly.

“Trying to figure out what kind of beast I’ve got in me?”

She quickly averted her eyes. “Oh! Sorry, um…”

“No worries. Here, I’ll show you.” Wynn handed him her bestiary- despite the enormity of his hands, he handled it in a precisely delicate manner.

BULLAND. TERRA-class beast with EARTH affinity. These beasts travel in herds and use their hooves to dig up mud and clay. They can increase in size to form larger impressions in the earth.

“Tauro and I kinda share a body, but we have the same bond as any other ranger and beast,” Thorn explained. “Just don’t let him get too hungry, you know how that gets…” They all had a good laugh about it, but Thorn paused with a grave sincerity. “Seriously. It’s not pretty.”

Now that every rookie was equipped with the basic materials, the registration process had officially begun and they would be dubbed rangers-in-training, eager to climb the ranks as they grew accustomed to their duties.

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v-hope · 3 years

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Last chance, 1:53AM — Belong

Letting out a groan when your phone started ringing for the third time in a row that night, managing to wake you up for once and for all, you reached for your nightand’s lamp, turning it on before you grabbed your phone — realising there was no use ignoring it anymore to try and get back to sleep, for whoever was on the other side of the line would not give up until you answered.

Your eyebrows furrowed both at the sight of the hour and of Jimin’s contact showing on the screen, not even bothering on sitting up on your bed and instead just taking the call and pressing your phone to your ear while your heavy eyes closed once again.

“What?” you hoarsely spoke on the phone. “Do you realise how late it is, Park Jimin? I need my beauty sleep tonight the most”.

“You always look beautiful anyway”.

Those five words coming from your favourite voice in the world were all it took for your eyes to snap open. Sitting up on your bed, you stared at your screen for a second, wanting to make sure you had read the contact name correctly before.

It was indeed Jimin's. But that was not Jimin’s voice. You knew that, there was no way you were imagining it, right?

Not like you had time to doubt yourself any further, for the person who was on the other side of the line spoke up once more.

“I’d say you look even cuter when you’re all sleepy and grumpy”.

Your eyes watered — all previous tiredness suddenly gone, at the sound of that deep voice you knew all too well. That deep voice you had missed every single day for the past few weeks.

“Taehyung…”

“Hey, princess…”

You took in a deep, shaky breath. Words no longer being something you could get out of your throat. Even breathing feeling like something you had a hard time doing.

“Please don’t hang up” he pleaded, fearing that was what your silence was hinting at.

“What are you doing on Jimin’s phone?” you managed to say. More like, to whisper.

“I… kinda took it when he went to the bathroom”.

Your eyebrows furrowed. “Why would you do that?”

“Because I’m desperate”.

“Why would you…” you took another deep breath when the only rational answer hit you. “Are you drunk?”

“Do I sound drunk to you?” he asked.

He did not. Sounded sober as ever, actually.

“I just don’t see you taking Min’s phone if you were sober”.

He chuckled. “I told you, princess. I’m desperate”.

You lowered your head, nervously fidgeting with the fabric of your covers. “Why?”

“Because you’re getting married in a matter of hours,” Taehyung reminded you. “To someone who’s not me”.

That statement, although it had given you back the hope you had completely lost a week ago, had managed to make something inside you snap.

“Weren’t you the one who said I should marry Sungjin? Seems a bit hypocritical for you to be desperate over it now”.

“I was an idiot” his words earned a snort from you. “I fucked up. I fucked up so bad. I didn’t mean it”.

“I asked you if you meant it” you reminded him. “I couldn’t believe you were saying that, so I asked if you meant it and you didn’t deny it”.

“I was hurt” Taehyung’s voice became softer — if anything, sounding ashamed of himself. “I thought I meant it, but I regretted it as soon as I sent it”.

“Why didn’t you take it back right away then?”

“Because I had already said it and you had already read it” he explained. “Would it have made any difference if I had taken it back?”

You shrugged. “It would’ve still been better to know you at least regretted saying it”.

“I do regret it” he was fast to let you know. “You have no idea how much I regret it, Y/N. I should never have said what I said that day. Any of it. Pushing you away is the biggest mistake I’ve ever made”.

You stayed silent, resting your back on the headboard as you tried to process his words. “I don’t know what you want me to say”.

“That you’ll give me another chance…”

“Taehyung…”

“Please, Y/N. I’m begging you” his voice broke. “I can’t stand it, I can’t. This time without you has been hell. I thought breaking up was for the best, I thought it would give me some peace of mind, but… Not having you with me, Y/N… and seeing you with him, knowing you’re about to have with him what we were supposed to have…” he took in a shaky breath. “I know I messed up, princess. And I’m sorry. I am so, so sorry. I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you if you give me the chance to”.

“I’m getting married today” you whispered, weakly — even when you wanted to remind him of it, it sounded as if you alone didn’t want to be reminded of it to begin with.

“Don’t marry him” he pleaded, trembling voice sounding heartbroken and desperate as ever. “Please, don’t marry him”.

“What am I supposed to do then? Do you realise how late you are? Everything is ready, I can’t just…” you sighed. “It’s not that simple, Taehyung”.

“I know it’s not, but…”

“No, you listen to me” you cut him off, sitting up straight on the mattress. “Have you got any idea of everything I’ve been through this past month? It was hell for me, too. I never wanted to come back here in the first place, but you broke up with me and I had no choice because I had nowhere to stay. You chose to break things off with me and I get it, I was still my parents’ puppet and things were too complicated. And you deserve better than that” your voice broke as well. “I came back here and it was so hard because all I wanted was to run back to you and the life we had built together, but I couldn’t because you had made it clear that you didn’t want that anymore. So I tried my best to get used to this life all over again. I tried to go on with my day, getting ready for a wedding that wasn’t with the one I’m in love with. I tried to move on even when I didn’t want to. And it wasn’t until last week when I saw you signing the NDA that I was truly set on moving on and I started doing s—”

“I didn’t sign it” he let you know.

“What?”

“I didn’t sign it” he repeated, aching for you to believe him. “I just went over there to see what your parents wanted. Turns out the NDA was supposed to forbid me from approaching you for pretty much the rest of my life, which is something I would not ever dream of doing, even if I was the one to end things back then. So I told them to fuck off. I didn’t sign it, Y/N”.

Although you wanted to scold him right then over taunting your parents like that even after all you had done to keep him away from their threats, you decided to just let it go. Didn’t seem like the right time to go back to that discussion.

Instead, you ran a hand down your face out of frustration.

“Whether you signed it or not, that is not the point, Taehyung” you said. “I was set on moving on. And I was ready to marry Sungjin. I had finally come to terms with it and now you just…” your breathing became heavier. “You can’t just come back the night before my wedding and tell me all this”.

“Do you think I wanted to do it like this? When there is so little time for me to try and get you back?” he scoffed. “It took me way too long to make up my mind, I know, but I’ve been trying everything to reach you ever since you walked into your parents’ office the other day” his voice turned stern. “Did you even know I’ve come over every single day to try and talk to you? Your security won’t let me in, of course, but I’ve always left them notes to give to you so you’d at least know I was there. I’m guessing they never got to you”.

You bit down on your trembling lip. “They didn’t…”

“Figured” he mumbled. “I’m sorry, okay? This is not the way I wanted to do it either, but what else was I supposed to do? You blocked me everywhere, Y/N. Getting a new number was not an option because you don’t answer unknown numbers, making different accounts to DM you from wouldn’t have worked either because you never even open your DM’s unless they’re from verified accounts, you don’t check your email anymore, coming over didn’t work either… Fuck, not even asking Jimin to talk to you about it seemed to work because you still wouldn’t listen”.

You listened quietly with a lowered head, letting him rant his frustration out as his words made your heart ache — only then finding out how hard he had tried to get you back.

Only then understanding that contacting you wasn’t just some rushed decision he had made over realising he would lose you forever in a few hours.

No, it was something he had tried to over and over. Because there was no way he would let you go without a fight.

“I tried everything in my hands, princess. You’re getting married today and I just…” a heavy sigh escaped his mouth. “Calling you from Min’s phone was my last chance, I had to at least try”.

“Well, calling me from Min’s phone certainly worked” you cynically commented, giving place to a silent couple of seconds. “Where do we go from here then?”

“Forgive me” Taehyung pleaded, not an inch of hesitation in his voice.

“I forgive you” you complied, genuinely, yet cold as ever. “Doesn’t change anything”.

“Come back home” he pushed it. “With me”.

“I can’t”.

“Yes, you can” he argued. “You don’t belong there. You belong with me”.

You felt a pinch in your chest. “Taehyung…”

“You know that”.

“You just… don’t realise how risky that is, do you?” you shook your head. “Let’s say I do go back. I leave everyone here and don’t get married. What do you think my parents will do? Do you truly believe they will just sit here idly watching how their daughter ran away the day of her wedding? They know where you live, Taehyung. They will go find me. If not, they will find a way to make our life hell”.

“They don’t know about my family home” Taehyung mumbled.

“Huh?”

“The one I grew up in, by the countryside. The one you loved so much” he reminded you. “We can move in together”.

“Th—”

“And if they do find out because of their contacts and make our lives hell or whatnot,” he went one step ahead of what he knew you would say. “We can always just… leave”.

“Leave?” you wondered.

“Mhm…” he confirmed. “I’ve been offered positions at some museums and art galleries in Europe a few times. I’ve always turned them down because I just… couldn’t have bothered. But I guess your parents won’t have that much power outside of Korea, so if it means you and I get to be together again…”

“You truly don’t have to go through all that because of me” you mumbled.

“I want to. I don’t think you understand how much you mean to me, Y/N. And how much I’m willing to give up for you”.

“But that’s the thing. You shouldn’t have to give up anything for me” you couldn’t help but raise your voice, feeling the first tear of the night roll down your cheek. “I want to be with you so bad, Taehyung” your words gave him the glimpse of hope he so badly needed. “But maybe you were right. We are from different worlds, and maybe we should stay in them. You can literally have both a safe career and a family of your own if you just fell for someone who didn’t carry the baggage I carry. You don’t have to settle for choosing only one thing”.

“Too bad I only want to be with you then” his determined words were enough to let you know there was no changing his mind. “I don’t want to get into my career’s topic again. Not when I’m trying to make you come back home, so let’s just drop it”.

“I just want the best for you” you sniffled. “I want you to be safe, and happy”.

“I’m happy with you”.

“You weren’t happy before you decided to end our relationship”.

“I was hurt, Y/N. I saw how happy you looked in your parents’ mansion and how well you got along with the people who used to be in your life before me” his voice trembled. “I got insecure, okay? Especially when I saw you and Sungjin act like a couple for so long and then have you seemingly get along better with him. I should’ve talked it out with you, I know. I just… have a lot of trust issues, I guess. And I know it’s no excuse but I’m scared to death of the people I love leaving me, so…”

“So you left me before I could” you understood.

“I should’ve fought for you”.

“I get it, Taehyung” you murmured. “I wouldn’t have left you, though. Ever. I made my share of bad decisions, but I always made them thinking that we would be together in the end. I was just trying to get done with the year under my parents’ conditions so they would have nothing on me afterwards. And when I went on the trip…” you sighed. “I didn’t want to go. I promise I wasn’t going, but then they threatened you and I… I know you said you didn’t care, but how was I supposed to let you give your art up for me? I just wanted to protect you. I thought I just had to get through with those two remaining weeks and then we’d be able to be together”.

“But I couldn’t make it to those two weeks” he bitterly lamented. “I’m sorry I was an idiot”.

“You had your reasons to break up with me”.

“Could’ve handled it better, though. Look where that got us,” he humorlessly laughed. “I’m about to lose the love of my life because my insecure ass couldn’t wait two more weeks to see what happened”.

That’s when you broke down.

Love of my life.

Lose.

That left the two of you in the same position then. Until that very moment, you had thought you had lost the love of your life. You had given up on the love of your life, because he had given up on you. And now he was back. Now he was right there on the other side of the line, asking you to go back to him.

The decision was yours to make now. Maybe you hadn’t lost him after all. If you listened to your heart, you hadn’t lost him at all, because you would run back to him in a heartbeat.

But you couldn’t stop listening to your mind as well. To that one part of you that told you leaving him alone was the right thing to do. He would be able to go on with his life just like he had been doing until you showed up in it, and he would be able to find love and everything he longed for in someone else, someone he wouldn’t have to make so many sacrifices for.

As your thoughts ran wild and you struggled to make the right choice, you couldn’t help your tears from falling — as hard as they hadn’t since that night he broke up with you.

“Yah, Y/N” Taehyung called you out, feeling his own eyes fill with tears at the sound of your sobs. “Princess, don’t cry”.

“I don’t know what to do” you choked on your words.

“Come back home” his voice alone let you know he was now crying as well. “Come back to me”.

“I’m scared” you whispered.

“What of?”

You shook your head no, being well aware of the fact that he could not see you. Nevertheless, he knew you well enough to know what was going on.

“Princess…”

“Of everything?” your voice halted as you finally gave in. “Of having to run away from my parents, of putting you at risk… of us not working out, of you leaving me again, of never finding some sense of stability in my life…”

“I’m not ever leaving you again”.

“You don’t know that” you cried. “What about the insecurities that made you leave me in the first place?”

“I will work on them. I just need you back in order for me to do it”.

“Are you sure you can?” you wondered. “I don’t want us to go through this again, Taehyung. I mean, what if Jin-ie throws a party at some point and you see me having a good time with the upper class again? Will you always wonder if I maybe want to go back to that kind of life?”

“I won’t” he reassured you. “If you come back to me regardless of this shitty situation, I will know that this is what you want. I will know that you want to be with me”.

“You’re being unfair…”

He scoffed. “How am I being unfair?”

“You know I want to be with you. I have always wanted to be with you” you reminded him. “But everything is so complicated now, even more than it was before. I don’t know… how am I even supposed to…” a heavy sigh abandoned your mouth, resting your body against the headboard. “This isn’t just… even if I wanted to go back for my own sake, not to get back with you, I couldn’t. I’m their daughter, Kim heritage, they will find the way to bring me back here”.

“Marry me then”.

His words left you elated — gasp escaping your mouth and hands shaking, as you suddenly forgot how to speak.

“W-What?”

“Marry me, Y/N” he said, loud and clear. “So you know I’m not going anywhere again and so your parents lose every single chance to take you away from me”.

“Kim Taehyung…” your voice was shaking. “If you’re only saying it because you feel like there is no other way out…”

“I’m saying it because I love you” Taehyung confessed. “You know I love you the most, don’t you? I will marry you at some point anyway. If you take me back, of course. But, I mean… if you do give me another chance and come back home with me, it’s bound to happen. You’re it for me. Whether we’ve been together for less than a year or we dated for ten years, you’re the one I would want to marry and spend my whole life with, so why not do it now and stop your parents and anyone else from separating us. You will no longer be Kim heritage. Just, Kim Y/N. My wife, Kim Y/N”.

“You mean it?”

“I do”.

“Really mean it?”

“I’ve never meant anything more in my life, Y/N. I would get down on one knee right now if you could see me, and I promise I will do this properly if you give me the chance to” a brittle laugh escaped his mouth. “But right now I need you to know I’m in it for real. You’re everything I have. And I know unlike me you do have your actual family with you, but all they’ve done by now is hurt you. You don’t need them, Y/N. We… We can start our own family. Be our own family. Away from them and all their drama”.

“I’m… I…” you took a deep breath.

You wanted to. Never in your life had you ever felt the urge to say yes as fast as you did right then. But that was the thing, the last time you had made a decision out of vulnerability, being driven by Taehyung and your feelings for him, without giving it a second, proper thought, you had ended up making the mistake of giving up your remaining weeks to set yourself free from your parents. You had ended up running right back to your parents, and although this time you would be running back into Taehyung’s arms, you were still afraid of making a rushed decision, one that would only leave the two of you hurting even more, if that was even possible.

So, wiping the tears from off your face, you stared at the hour in your phone for a second.

“It’s two in the morning, Taehyung” you sniffled. “There’s a lot for me to process, for all I know this could be a dream”.

“It’s not” he stated. “Love, please”.

“I’ll sleep on it” you let him know. “And you should, too. Don’t want you to wake up and regret saying all this”.

“I won’t”.

“You did say you were desperate after all” a small, sad smile curved up your lips.

“Doesn’t mean I don’t know what I’m saying” he corrected. “I would never regret any of what I’ve just said”.

You nodded, lowering your head as you now fidgeted with the hem of your t-shirt. Deep down, you knew he wouldn’t. However, the ceremony was only a few hours away, and you wanted him to think with a clear head over the consequences your relationship would bring.

“I’ll hang up now…” you softly announced.

“Okay…” he reluctantly whispered. “Just don’t marry him? Please?”

“I don’t want to. Not after everything you just said” your words were enough to put his heart a little bit at ease. “But please understand me, it’s just… a lot”.

“I know…”

“Can I ask you for a favour though?”

“Anything”.

“Whatever happens, don’t object tomorrow?” you pleaded, and his silence let you know it had been a last resource for him up until then. “I mean, there will be security everywhere and there are actual gates outside of the venue, so there’s no way you’d be able to get in anyway, but… if you do find a way, please don’t? I’ve tried so hard to keep you away from my parents and their threats. I’ve managed to come this far already, so… don’t let it all be in vain, please?”

“But what if you end up going through with it anyway…” he didn’t even try to hide how much the mere thought of it broke him. “What if you end up marrying him?”

“Then it will be my decision” you let him know. “I would choose you one and a million times, Taehyung. I just need to figure everything out”.

“Okay…” he breathed out. “Can I say one last thing before you hang up?”

“Sure”.

“I love you”.

“Taehyung…”

“I mean it. I love you the most, Y/N. So, please… stop worrying about the rest. Stop worrying about me. Stop worrying over your parents and the perfect image they want to keep. Just think of what makes you happy, without caring about the consequences… and hopefully the answer will be me” a breathy, hopeless laugh escaped his lips. “I don’t mind their threats and I won’t ever let them do anything to you. I just want to be with you, princess. I love you”.

“I love you, too” you gave in.

God, had he missed those words coming from you.

“Don’t marry him then” he said one last time. “Marry me instead”.

You took a deep breath, not being able to help another tear from rolling down your cheek. “I would love to”.

He smiled. Although your words had been almost inaudible, he had thankfully managed to hear them.

“I guess I’m finding out your answer later today then?”

“Mhm…” you tiredly hummed.

“Please, sleep on it well” the softness of his voice made you want nothing but hug him right there.

Sadly, you couldn’t. So you just nodded.

“Goodnight, Taehyung”.

“Goodnight, my love”.

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Sneaky Link IV (M)

[series masterlist]

[Pairing]: Fem! Reader x Choi Yeonjun ft. second male lead Juyeon.

[Synopsis]: The story picks up after having met Yeonjun through a mutual acquaintance. You quickly bonded over your similarities and basically fell for him on the spot. As your relationship progressed you found out that you weren’t the only woman in his life, but no matter how hard you tried, leaving him was harder than you thought.

[Idol Cameos]: Aespa’s Karina, The Boyz’s Juyeon, Ateez’s Wooyoung, special guest: Odi.

[Genre]: Smut (w/Yeonjun), Angst, Fluff, College!AU, Romance, Infidelity, Toxic!Jun.

[Word count]: 11.5k

[Warning]: Mature content and heavy smut (skippable) I put headings at the start and end of it. Extreme toxicity, drug use, excessive drinking and mentions of self harm.

[Disclaimer]: If anyone ever treats you like this, run. I am in no shape or form trying to romanticize this behavior or imply that Yeonjun is like this nor am I shipping him with other idols or assuming anyones sexuality. Please remember that it’s fiction. LISTEN TO THE SNEAKY LINK PLAYLIST HERE ❗️

You’ve replayed his voice memo for the third time in a row, just to make sure you heard that shit right.

“Goodnight baby. I love you,”

Yeonjun’s voice was loud and clear, but maybe you were just being in denial because of everything that just went down. Why the fuck did life have to be this unfair to you and how are you even supposed to respond to this?

Do you tell him about Karina’s little visit, or will that ruin the chances of him ever finding the one person he’s been wanting to find ever since she left him?

Nothing about the way this was playing out was fair. But the irony of it all was that the timeline of your relationship was far from fair to begin with. And then there’s the second elephant in the room.

He loves you.

Was your blowjob that good earlier tonight or has he felt this way for a while now?

You are snapped out of your own thoughts as your doorbell rings once again which you could only assume to be your long overdue pizza delivery, and it was. You quickly thank the delivery guy just to set the box down on your dinner table without opening it. You had too many (ridiculous) questions left unanswered as you sit at your dinner table with your hands in your hair, the smell of food nauseating you to the point where you had to move away from it.

You drag your feet to your couch to let yourself fall flat to the cushiony surface, though you kind of wish it was a black hole, so you’d never have to think again.

Why the fuck would he tell you he loved you? Why. Just WHY. The timing was horrible, but the fact of the matter was that he said it. Maybe a little too cowardly since it was said over voice note, but he still said it which means he has to have meant it sincerely.

Leaving him on read after a confession that grand might be heartless but at this point you really didn’t know what the fuck to do other than call him. The phone rang about five times, anxiety creeping up on you more and more with every passing second that he didn’t pick up, but when he did, the sound of his voice alone unexpectedly made you tear up. Letting the rush, anger and adrenaline from before out all at once.

“Hey, sorry I was in the shower.” He says as you hear some shuffling going on in the background. “Wait a second I’m naked.” He huffs while putting on his boxers to then fall flat to his bed with his phone to his ear. “What’s up angel?” he asks with a smile, patiently waiting for you to finally say something on the other end of the line.

“Yeonjun.” you bite your lip to suppress a sob, his name coming out in a whisper. Just when you thought you could let yourself love him both happily and freely, life had a way to flip everything upside down again. You sniff as tears start to stream down your face and the sound made Yeonjun sit up in his bed with an alarmed facial expression. “Are you crying?”

His question and the worry evident in his tone made you break down fully. He didn’t get what the fuck was going on, if his confession was what made you cry or something entirely different; but Yeonjun found himself scrambling to put on random clothes while finding his car keys in a matter of seconds. You tried catching your breath after choking on your own sobs to speak, but nothing coherent was coming out of your mouth. “Shh, it’s ok. Are you home? Baby talk to me where are you?” he was pleading for clarification, wanting nothing more than to comfort you. But that’s just the thing, his concern was making things worse.

You managed to get out a shaky “Yes” and that’s when the line cut off.

You knew full well he was on his way to your place, but all you were able to do was overthink as you sat on your couch while staring into nothingness with continuous tears streaming down your face. You lost track of time completely, contemplating on what to do and what to tell him when he got to your doorstep.

Where was the asshole that couldn’t seem to care about your feelings as he fucked his frustrations away? Where was the asshole who told you in your face that you were just a lust object to him? You needed that asshole now more than ever to be able to let go of him completely.

You needed a reason to hate him. A reason to tell him you didn’t love him back. But you couldn’t. Because the truth was far from it.

You did love him and that’s exactly why you stuck around as long as you did. As painful and tragic as that may sound.

You don’t know how long you sat there in silence like that, but it must’ve been quite some time as loud and desperate knocks on your front door broke your trance. Without thought, your feet start to move towards your front door. Your hands start to tremble as you fidget with your lock, new sobs escaping your lips as you grow frustrated by your own emotions and the fact that you couldn’t even do something as simple as twisting a doorknob.

Yeonjun was completely out of breath after sprinting up several flights of stairs to your apartment, ignoring the glares from your neighbors who just so happened to stand outside at the exact moment he arrived. When the door opened with a dramatic swing his fatigue was a mere side issue. His face crumbled when he saw your bloodshot eyes. You were trying to regulate your breathing, but you couldn’t even look him in the eye when you saw him.

He leaped forward, swiftly closing the door with his foot while he grabbed your face. He wiped your tears with his thumbs, making you look up at him. “Are you okay? Are you hurt? What happened?” your shoulders fell in defeat, a shaky sigh escaping your lips as you snake your arms around his waist to then bury your face in his chest. He pouted as you cried in his hold, tightening his arms around you as he patted your head with comforting strokes. “…y/n... baby…” he cooed, trying to get you to look at him again but you didn’t budge.

His worried eyes left your figure for a second to look around your apartment, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary. He furrowed his eyebrows, putting his attention back on you just to lift you up from the floor. You clung onto him like a koala, now burying your face in his neck just to avoid his gaze.

He walked over to your couch, nestling himself in the corner with you still situated on his lap. One of his hands rested on the small of your back while the other massaged your scalp with circular motions. He bit his lip, suppressing the urge to ask you what’s wrong once again, but he figured you needed time to collect your thoughts for whatever reason that may be. Being patient was key, even he knew that.

Your tears had stopped by now, and you were trying to follow his breathing pattern to regulate your own. The silence between you two grew more comfortable as seconds passed, the tension and heaviness of your head slowly subsiding as he kept massaging your scalp with his fingers. You closed your eyes in solace, trying your hardest to stay awake in his hold.

After some time, he kissed your temple which made you finally rest your cheek against his chest. Your sight adjusted to your surroundings when you stared into the void, letting out an exasperated sigh as you wiped your eyes and nose with the sleeves of your sweater. Ok. Enough of the dramatics. You think you’re fine now.

“I love you too.” Your voice was barely audible, but he heard it. Loud and clear.

Yeonjun’s ears perked up, slightly lifting his head up to make sure he heard that shit right.

“What?”

“I said.” You breathe, lifting yourself off of him. “I love you too.” You sniff, finally looking at him fully since he got here and suddenly feel the urge to suppress an ugly cackle.

His hair looked an absolute mess, he had his blue light glasses on, plaid pajama pants and a random striped blouse.

“What the fuck are you wearing.” You snort, stealing his glasses from him. He looked at you bewildered, still in shock with what you said, and still utterly confused about your mood swing. “I-” he started but then he glared at you, giving your arm a push, which made you lose balance as you fall sideways on the couch. “Ow, dickhead.” You mumble as you punch his arm in response after getting back up.

“I literally grabbed what was on the floor cause you had me worried sick,” he scoffs. “That’s why you were having a meltdown? Cause I told you I loved you? Are you fucking kidding?”

You glare at him through your lashes. “Don’t just throw around those words like it's not a big deal.” You huff attempting to avoid the conversation again. You tried to get up and walk off but Yeonjun stopped you by grabbing your wrist in the process.

“I meant it. Sincerely.” He simply states as he looks into your eyes. “Now sit down and talk to me.”

You comply like a grumpy child and something in the way you reluctantly sat down with your arms crossed made Yeonjun smile to himself tenderly. You were so cute to him; you could do absolutely nothing and he’d still find a way to dote on you. You didn’t even give him a second to process the whole ‘I love you too’ thing, but that wasn’t important right now.

“What’s got you so upset baby.” He threw his head back, grabbing your hand to then caress it with his thumb.

You look down at your intertwined hands and then back to him to see him pout his plump lips forward, patiently waiting for you to speak up.

“Karina was here.” You admit and suddenly the air got thick as he froze. Immediately letting go of your hand.

“What now?”

“She was here like…just now.”

“What the fuck did she say?”

“…She-” you stop yourself, giving Yeonjun a second look, remembering her words as her voice echoed in your head.

“If you care about him the way you say you do, you wouldn’t let him choose between you and his own mother, right?”

You blink a few times, deciding to give him another version of what happened.

“She wanted my side of the story.” You lie. He cocked a brow, sensing that you were keeping something from him. “And what did you say.”

“I just…told her to leave.”

“Y/n.” he warns you. “If that’s the case. Then why were you crying.”

“Because she made me feel like shit, telling me that I could never be enough for you and after that, you basically told me you loved me I just-”

You stopped midsentence when you see him get up. He tried to walk away but you stopped him by grabbing his hand with both of yours. “Where are you going?” you ask with wide eyes.

“To tell her to leave you the fuck alone.”

“Yeonjun no. Stop. Sit down I swear to god don’t make this worse.”

He stood there for a second, looking at your desperate facial expression. “Fine,” he gives in, making you visibly relax.

Fine? It was that easy?

“Did you just…listen to me?”

“Better get used to it,” He retorts with a sarcastic smile and you couldn’t help but crack one yourself. Letting yourself believe that whatever this was between you two could last for longer than two seconds.

You push those thoughts to the back of your head, suddenly remembering that you needed to do your whole night-time routine.

“I’m going to take a shower…you better still be here when I come back.” You say pointing a finger in his face.

“Might as well take me with you then, you know. Just to be sure.” He says with a cheeky smile as he made his way over to you, snaking his arms around your waist to then place a sloppy kiss on your lips.

You give him a puzzled look “You literally just showered at your place”

“Yeah, but now I’m all sweaty again from racing over here and running up 5 flights of stairs.” He pouted, and that’s all it took because you grabbed him by the nape of his neck, pulling him down so you could kiss him with fervor as a silent thank you for caring so deeply about you.

Your eagerness surprised him, but he didn’t give a damn because if Yeonjun and you had one thing in common, it was the endless avoiding of conversation and horrible situations with sex. It was your love language, since the start and the basis to your relationship was always physical. Sometimes you felt like you knew his body better than you knew him.

His plump lips found your neck in no time, sucking a trail down to your breasts with sloppy open-mouthed kisses. You moaned when he backed you into a wall, pulling down your top and unclasping your bra with one hand to then roughly turn you around. Pressing your cheek against the wall as he pinned your hands behind your back.

“Should I be nice to you tonight?” He asked seductively, leaning into your butt with his crotch just so you could feel his growing bulge press against your ass. You smiled to yourself, absolutely loving the way he was manhandling you. “Y-yes please,” you panted.

(smut ahead)

He turned you around once again, his fingers tangling themselves in your hair as you made out. He led you to your bathroom, discarding your clothes one by one, trying to lose the least amount of contact to your lips.

You giggle watching him struggle with unbuttoning his shirt, so you decide to give him some time, stepping into your shower to turn on the faucet. The warm water soothed your sore muscles instantly. You were letting the water wet your hair and face until you felt Yeonjun against your skin from the behind. He kissed your temple sweetly, reaching over your head to grab your shampoo. Confusion got the better of you as you try to turn around but he keeps you in place by your waist. Yeonjun then proceeds to squeeze out some of the flowery scented liquid into his palms, lathering it up in between his hands to start massaging your scalp.

You close your eyes in relaxation, chills running down your spine at how good it felt as he took care of you. This was a first. A first you could get used to.

He smiled to himself and you leaned into him, letting your head rest against his chest as you reached down to pump his hard length slowly. His breath hitched in his throat, trying to keep cool as he rinsed the shampoo out of your hair with more massaging motions on your scalp.

“You’re really good at that.” You compliment in a whisper, continuing your handjob without much thought.

“I’m good with my hands in general.” He playfully remarks as his fingers glide down your body, propping your legs apart so he could reach your slit better. He started to roll his thumb against your clit while his index and middle finger slipped inside of you, pumping you slowly yet steadily. He kept a nice pace, one you could concentrate on as a knot of pleasure started to form in your lower abdomen. “Yeonjun…” you breathe out his name like a mantra, letting him know he was doing amazingly as he continued to finger you while marking up your neck with his mouth. He had his free hand wrapped around your throat, making you look up at him so he could have better access to leave hickeys where everyone could see. “You’re so fucking beautiful” he muses, his hand traveling down to pinch your nipple while fastening his pace inside of you with the other.

He had you panting like crazy, trying to suppress your moans for the sole fact that your bathroom was right next to your neighbors’ living room with minimal isolation. “I-I’m” you squeal, unable to finish your sentence as he roughly grabs your jaw. “Louder.” He growls, and that vocal stimulation paired with his rough fingers in your core was enough for you to let out an animalistic groan as you come undone. It’s like your body fell off a cliff in a pile of tingling ecstasy, especially when he continued to torturously roll his thumb against your sensitive nub to tease you. “S-stop, oh my god.” You beg, which had him smiling against your ear, leaving a kiss on your temple once again before taking his fingers out of you teasingly slow.

He let go of you and your knees become weak in response, letting yourself glide down the wet tiled wall of your shower which had him a giggling mess. You were finally able to look up at him as you try to catch your breath, and you wish you hadn’t because the way he looked alone had your mouth watering and pussy clenching around nothing.

His hair was wet and messy, water dripping from his chiseled features all the way down to his abdomen as he let the showerhead wet him like a waterfall stream. “C’mere” he breathed biting his lip, grabbing your jaw to put his thumb in your mouth. You eagerly obliged, wrapping your tongue around his digit to taste yourself and it had his gaze darkening on you. “You know where I want that skilled tongue of yours,” he says leaning his hips forward, making his hard cock rest against your cheek.

You smiled at him, opening your mouth so he could guide himself inside of you. Without instruction, you knew exactly what to do to drive him crazy. Letting his tip hit the back of your throat at a sensual pace as you tightened your lips around his base. He loved it when you were messy with it, so you didn’t mind the saliva running down your chin, using it as a lubricant to coat his cock with your free hand. “Shit.” He huffed, unable to take his eyes off of you as you fucked your own throat relentlessly.

“Look at me with those pretty eyes, fuck.” He tugged at your chin lightly to make you look up at him, and so you did, digging your nails into his thighs to take all of him into your mouth. You let his length slide down your throat, sticking out your tongue to lick his balls. You squeezed your eyes shut to hold out as long as possible, suppressing your gag reflex to your best ability but it wasn’t you that tapped out first.

He moaned so loudly, you don’t think you’ve heard him like that before. In response, he grabbed your chin so he could pull out of your mouth completely to prevent him from coming too fast. “FUCK!” he growled, eyes dark and pride hurt by the fact that you had so much control over him even if it was a mere moment. He wrapped his hands around your throat again, making you stand up so he could slam his lips against yours. Your back hits the wall, finally feeling the hot water warm up your skin again as you stand below the stream of your showerhead. A few violent coughs escaped your lips, which had Yeonjun loosening his hold on your throat, moving your wet hair out of your face to place a sweet kiss on your forehead. “You drive me fucking crazy. Are you good?” You smile up at him with a nod, licking your lips. “Mission accomplished,” you confidently state before you pull him down to kiss him again, passionately and sensually moving your lips against his own before his tongue enters your mouth. You instinctively wrap your leg around his waist as you made out, giving him the opportunity to slide his cock inside of you.

The stretch felt too good, his fingers were nothing compared to his grit which made you bite down on his shoulder to keep yourself from moaning too loudly. He chuckled lowly, hooking his other arm around your thigh with his strong arms in order to lift you off of the ground completely to fuck you as deep as possible.

Skin slapping sounds echoed through your bathroom as he claimed you with his cock, slamming his hips into you hard and fast without getting tired. His stamina was praise-worthy, so you did just that. “Baby, you fuck me so good” You yell in ecstasy. “So fucking good, oh my god,” you continue. He growled in your ear, letting go of you to turn you around. He spread your cheeks, his thumb circling your asshole as he inserted his cock into your pussy once again, this time while sliding his thumb in your ass to intensify your bliss. “Shit.” You curse, throwing your head back to kiss his jaw as he fingered and fucked your holes. “Just like that Yeonjun, please. I’m so close.” you mewled incoherently.

‘Me too.” He groans as he digs his fingernails into your waist, thrusting into you a bit slower to regain control. He started focusing on making you feel good rather than overwhelming you with too much stimulation. He always knew what you needed, sometimes even before you knew it yourself because your legs started to shake involuntarily, your core tightening around his length. “Shit baby, where do I cum?”

“Inside.”

And that’s all he needed to hear before he busted his load deep inside of you with a rather vocal confirmation. The sensation of getting filled up made you come undone with him for the second time, making your eyes roll back as you fell quiet, choking on your own moans. He fucked out his high slowly yet steadily pulling out of you to reveal the creampie he left you.

“Beautiful.” He says to no one in particular as he swiped his cum along your slit with his tip, making you mewl in protest as he accidentally ghosts over your abused clit. He smirked when you turned around, placing a tender kiss on your lips.

“Let’s get cleaned up for real now.”

(end of smut)

The two of you ended up eating that cold delivery pizza at 12 AM, being completely starved after your tiring shower session. You cursed at yourself because the reason you left Yeonjun’s house earlier that night was because you had an 8 AM class the next morning. Nevertheless, you both spent the night watching movies in bed on your laptop until you fell asleep in his arms, just to be rudely awakened by your alarm clock 4 hours later.

“…Off…turn it off.” He mumbled, his voice groggy and cranky.

You squint your eyes after the bass in his voice woke you up, lifting your head off of his chest to reach over to his side to grab your phone, turning the alarm off as fast as you could. You dropped your head back on his chest for a second, mustering up the energy to get up and get ready for class.

You remove the blanket, wanting to move off of him but he protested by tightening the hold he had on your waist. “Where are you going?” he mumbled, pulling you back down with him.

“Yeonjun, let go I have class in less than an hour. I can’t be late…again.”

He slowly opened his eyes, reluctantly letting go of you to see that it was only 7 AM. “I have class at 12” he sighed, giving you an apologetic look as you rub the sleep out of your eyes. “I’m gonna have to hurry,” you mumble kicking the sheets off of you.

“It’s ok, I’ll drive you. That should buy you some time.” He offers, and you immediately accept it because any chance you’d get to avoid taking the bus was a gift.

Lucky for him, he still had a set of clothes at your place, meaning he didn’t have to leave the house in the pajama pants and dress shirt he arrived in.

“Yeonjun.” You yawned his name, ready to get out of the car once he stopped in front of your campus gates. “I think we should cancel our date for tonight, I wannabe enjoyable to be around, not cranky and sleep-deprived.” You explain. Aside from the sad glint in his eyes, his face held a tender smile. He caressed the top of your head, putting a piece of your hair behind your ear sweetly. “That’s ok. We can reschedule.” You give him a soft smile in response, pulling him in for a kiss to thank him for being understanding.

Across the lot, Mirae and Wooyoung were waiting for you to arrive, not understanding why you weren’t on the same bus you always were, Mirae dials your number but Wooyoung stopped her by grabbing her phone. “Tell me my eyes are deceiving me,” Wooyoung says, which made Mirae look to the direction he was looking into as well.

“Is that..” she says pausing her sentence.

“Y/n.” Wooyoung confirms.

“In Yeonjun’s car?”

“Yes,” he sighs.

“…Are they making out!? Oh my god, what kind of chokehold does that man have on her.” Mirae groans, reaching for her forehead dramatically.

“A literal one.” Wooyoung scoffs, walking towards the car with big strides which made Mirae hop after him with widened eyes.

Wooyoung sassily slammed his hand on the hood of the car, making both you and Yeonjun jump in your seats, detaching your lips from each other with dilated pupils.

“Hey, what the fuck!” you complain, unfastening your seatbelt to grab your bag in the backseat while remaining eye contact with Wooyoung.

You watch Mirae shrug behind Wooyoung but Wooyoung just glares at both you and Yeonjun. “Nah-ah. It’s too early for this shit. Get up. We’re gonna be late.”

Yeonjun sighed, realizing that your friends…well…hate him. Even though Wooyoung and Yeonjun were close. He was going to have to try extra hard to mend that relationship.

“I’ll call you later,” he says timidly. You give him one last peck on the lips, giving him an apologetic pout afterwards. ‘It’s ok.” he chuckles, squeezing your hand in reassurance.

Lunchtime rolled around, and just like the chicken breast in your salad, you were getting grilled.

“And he just…broke it off with her?” Mirae asks.

“Yes. They broke up.” You sigh, rubbing your temples in agony as the questions continued.

“And Karina is just cool with it?” Wooyoung asks.

“Not exactly.” You mumble, playing with the food on your plate without making eye contact.

Wooyoung lost his patience, pulling on your arm so you’d look at him. “Speak whole sentences and stop being so vague,” he scolded.

“What about Juyeon though?” Mirae asks carefully.

“What about him?”

“…Well…he..” Mirae starts, contemplating if she should continue her sentence but she decided on being brutally honest with you, in the hopes it’d make you come to your senses. “I’m sorry y/n. But after everything, Yeonjun does not deserve you.”

“You don’t know him like I do...” you try to come to his defense, but Wooyoung, per usual, wasn't having it.

“You’re starting to sound like any other bitch in an abusive relationship.” Wooyoung says, making your blood boil by now.

“You know what.” You get up, packing your shit. “I don’t need this type of negativity. What happened to being happy for me?”

“Y/n. We want to be happy for you, but can you blame us for being protective of you?” Mirae calmly tries, but you’ve had enough of their shit.

“There's being protective and then there’s being dicks. You’re just being dicks.”

Wooyoung sighed, realizing that in order for you to tell them stuff you’d actually have to feel comfortable to do so. “You’re right. But he’s on thin, very thin fucking ice.”

“You know Yeonjun. You know how sweet he is and how great he is to be around. Yes, this whole situation is messy and he has said and done questionable things, but that’s between the two of us, and…” you pause, looking at Wooyoung and Mirae one by one. “He told me he loved me.”

“he WHAT!?” they both yell in unison, attracting attention from people in the cafeteria.

“Shush! What the fuck,” you whisper putting your hands over their mouths, giving them both warning looks.

“And what did you say!?” Mirae asks trying to get you to sit back down by pulling at your arm.

“…I…that I love him too” you shyly admit, stuffing your face with Caesar salad so you didn’t have to look or speak to them for a few seconds.

“Oh my god, the ship has sunk,” Wooyoung retorts, making Mirae smack his arm indignantly.

“As long as you’re happy y/n,” Mirae says rubbing your back.

A few days passed and every single one of them was spent with Yeonjun. You had pushed your altercation with Karina to the back of your head, and so did he because he never spoke of it again.

You were in his apartment, helping him cook Kimchi stew for dinner. You were cutting up some vegetables as he seasoned the broth. “We’re so domestic.” He suddenly states, snaking his arms around your waist from behind to then rest his head on top of your shoulder. “I know, disgustingly cute right?” he giggled before he kissed your neck, making you flinch from being ticklish.

He moved back to the stove to stir in the pot with a content smile and proceeded to taste a bit of the broth, humming in approval to then scoop out some for you to try. “Come here, taste,” he says moving closer to you. You simply oblige, slurping the soup out of the spoon and your eyes widen in amazement.

“Oh wow. That’s great.”

“I know right.”

“Who taught you this?”

He smiled to himself bitterly, turning the heat under the pot on low before turning his attention back on you. “My mom.”

You froze, not knowing how to react, and suddenly the whole conversation you had with Karina replayed in your head.

He noticed how tense you got and immediately rushed to your side to hold you at an arm's length. “Hey, it’s ok. I’m fine.” He displayed his boyish smile to you. “I promise.” He made sure you understood, rubbing your upper arms with comfort when you’re the one that should be comforting him, not the other way around.

You bite your lip, contemplating on asking him questions that could potentially ruin the good mood both of you were in, but you decide to do so anyway. The unknown has been eating at you subconsciously. It’s like every time you were around him you felt guilty for keeping such a grand secret from him.

“…Yeonjun…”

“Hmm?”

“If you had a chance to find her and talk to her again…would you?”

Your question confused him a bit, but it got him thinking. He dragged out a loud sigh, staying silent for a moment. “Yes. I would. I think I’d do anything to get closure. I just want to know why she left. And how she could abandon me all this time.”

You nodded absentmindedly. Moving towards him to wrap your arms around his waist, resting your cheek against his chest to silently hold him. He looked at you a bit surprised, a tender smile creeping up on his features as he patted your head. “Don’t feel bad, I’m ok.”

“Yeah, you keep saying that.” You mumble, tightening your hold on him. He rolled his eyes, suddenly bending down to dramatically pretend to be hurt. “Let gooo.” He huffs, doubling over to gulp for air. “I can’t breathe.” You immediately let go of him, shooting him a glare to then slap his chest in annoyance. “Oh shut up.”

“Ohh, there are the love birds.” Soobin chirps as he steps into the living room. You greet him with a guilty smile, as did Yeonjun.

“I asked her.” Soobin tells Yeonjun as he walks over to the two of you. “She’ll be here soon.”

Yeonjun nodded, continuing to cook. “Good. I didn’t put meat in this thing.”

You raise your eyebrows in utter confusion. “What are y’all yapping about? Who’s coming?”

Soobin chuckled, leaning over the counter. “You didn’t tell her?”

Yeonjun smiled to himself, shaking his head.

“Y’all what the fuck is going on.” you try again.

“He invited Mirae over for dinner.” Soobin explains.

You start to laugh, but when neither of them was laughing with you, you realized they were serious. “Wait…you did? Why?”

“She’s your best friend.” Yeonjun shrugged. “I should make an effort to get along with her. Oh and Soobin is still hung up on her so we’re killing two birds with one stone here.” He says throwing up peace signs to Soobin who pointed back at Yeonjun with the same crackhead energy.

“You fucking horndog.” You say punching Soobin’s arm a little too hard while rolling your eyes. He yelped in response, rubbing his arm to soothe his skin with a pout on his lips. “Shit. Is that what we get for trying?” He complains, giving you a small shove back.

Yeonjun laughed at the interaction, and that’s when you made eye contact. “You’re…too sweet,” you say as you stare at him a little dreamily, it got him shy. You know, the cocky type shy where he pokes his tongue in his cheek and acts all smug, and that’s when Soobin made gagging noises right before their doorbell rang.

“Saved by the fucking bell.” Soobin says in a sing-a-song voice, happily hopping his way to the front door to let Mirae in.

“I’m stuffed.” Mirae says as she slouches in her seat. “You’re a good cook, I have to give you that.” She compliments, which made you visibly relax in your seat.

Yeonjun looked back at her proudly, giving you a quick wink as he put down his chopsticks. To your surprise, Mirae was actually putting in the effort to get to know Yeonjun the way you knew him, and she hated to admit it, but he seemed alright.

You were immensely grateful for Soobin’s existence because he kept telling stories about their friendship, some of which you’ve never heard before yourself. It helped with keeping the mood light, and there were no awkward silences either.

“I think you’ve exposed me enough for the night.” Yeonjun says crossing his arms with a light chuckle, squinting his eyes at Soobin.

“Noo, no. Please continue.” Mirae teased which made you laugh with them.

“Okay, uhh what else…RIGHT! Yeonjun lost his virginity at 14 at summer camp. The disgusting part is that I had the top bunk”

“Fourteen!?” you and Mirae yell out at the same time.

“I- Soobin, shut up. I think it’s time for dessert.” Yeonjun tries to quickly avert the attention by changing the subject, and somehow it worked.

“We don’t have dessert.” Soobin shrugs.

“Yeah, so go get it.’ Yeonjun counters with a scowl on his face.

“Cool, I want ice cream,” Mirae says stretching her arms to then rub her belly.

“We can go get some, there’s a shop right down the street,” Soobin offers, turning his attention to Mirae. It was the perfect opportunity to get her alone, and you knew all too well what he was doing.

She nodded, getting up to grab her purse and jacket. “What do you guys want?”

“Chocolate pleaseee” you smile at her cutely, making her roll her eyes at you.

“Mint choco,” Yeonjun says with a grin, which made both you and Soobin scrunch up your noses.

“Yikes.” Soobin remarks, but it just made Mirae and Yeonjun glare at him. “It’s the best flavor there is.” They both say in unison. That comment alone made Soobin gasp, giving Mirae a pout. “And here I thought we had a future.”

The three of you laugh at him, and you see Mirae cackle, fist-bumping Yeonjun as they bond over the fact that they had the same fucked up tastebuds.

Never in a million years did you guess that she’d be bonding with him, and over mint chocolate chip ice cream at that.

“We’ll be back soon,” Mirae says walking towards the front door.

“Yeah, if I don’t leave her ass there.” Soobin counters as they playfully poke each other while they make their way out of the apartment.

You stare at the door a little dazed, unable to wrap your head around everything that happened.

“She’s fun,” Yeonjun says, getting up to clear the table and you immediately get up to help him.

“Yeah, she is. Ugh, I can’t tell you how happy I am that you’re getting along.”

Yeonjun smiles, grabbing your face to place a sweet kiss on your lips. “And I’m happy you’re happy.”

Yeonjun had to leave you in his bed to go to class the following morning, but you couldn’t care less because you were way too tired to get up with him. He smiled to himself, thinking about last night, replaying the sound of your moans in his head.

“What’re you smiling about?” Beomgyu says as he approaches Yeonjun in class, sitting down next to him. “Aren’t you supposed to be miserable after that messy breakup.”

Yeonjun scoffed, giving the younger one a sassy eye-roll. “I’m far from miserable actually.”

“Well, that makes one of you,” Beomgyu mumbles with a devious chuckle, making Yeonjun turn sideways, giving Beomgyu his full attention.

“What do you mean?”

Beomgyu looked over his shoulder. “Ok well, you didn’t hear it from me…but you know how Hueningkai lives next to that clean-cut campus drug dealer?”

“…Yeah…where are you going with this.”

“Hueningkai saw Karina enter his house yesterday.”

Yeonjun’s eyes widened. “What? Why didn’t he tell me?”

“…Why do you care? It’s not like what she does is any of your business anymore.” He chuckles, opening up his textbooks to then avert his attention from Yeonjun to their professor who was about to start the class.

Yeonjun’s pupils darted back and forth as he looked down at his desk. Beomgyu is right. He shouldn’t care, but he does. It’s not like he wants Karina to fall off the deep end because of him. Not like this. Not when he’s the one who hurt her.

Maybe he should stop by her house later today…just to make sure she’s ok. That way he can also give Karina her stuff back that was still left at his apartment.

That would be the right thing to do…right?

He suddenly felt sick to his stomach, and then it hit him. It’s guilt that he’s feeling. Even though Yeonjun hasn’t felt this happy in a while, it was at the cost of someone who he’s spent most of his life loving. It was easier for him to make Karina the bad guy in his head to cope with the way things changed between them, but the reality of it all was far from it as far as he knew.

He wasn’t able to focus on his studies at all, deciding to leave early to see if Karina was home.

He was parked in front of her dorm building, contemplating on whether to get out of the car or not, and that’s when his phone buzzed in his pocket.

[Y/N, 3:32 PM]: Hii bestiee

[Y/N, 3:32 PM]: lmao, no ok forreal tho, I left your house just so you know. I have some assignments to finish and I couldn’t focus so I went to some café.

[Y/N, 3:33 PM]: I’m also going out with Wooyoung and Mirae tonight so let me know if you want to join. Soobin is coming as Mirae’s plus one…

He bit his lip, looking at your texts. He’ll tell you about this later. You’d only freak out if you knew where he was right now, and from the looks of it, you needed to focus on school work.

He quickly texted you back.

[Yeonjun, 3:34 PM]: Hey

[Yeonjun, 3:34 PM]: That’s fine I’m home late anyway. I’m not sure if I’ll be joining later tonight but I’ll let you know.

He sighed, putting his phone in his pocket, getting out of the car to retrieve the box of Karina’s stuff that he left in the back of his car.

“Here goes nothing,” he mumbles to himself.

You stare at the dry ass messages that Yeonjun just sent you in confusion.

You raise your eyebrow, trying not to read in between the lines as you stare at your phone while taking a sip of your cappuccino in full concentration mode. The loud chatter of people in the café becoming background noise.

“You’ve got a little something on your upper lip.” You hear a male voice say in close proximity. Their voice startled you as you look up. Staring Juyeon right in his eyes.

What are the fucking odds?

His lips displayed a tender smile, motioning for you to wipe the foam off of your mouth and so you did, clumsily using the sleeve to Yeonjun’s sweater as a napkin.

“H-hey.” You timidly greet him, putting a stray piece of your hair behind your own ear to see him more clearly.

He pointed to the seat next to you to subtly ask for permission to sit down, and you immediately moved your bag out of the way to make space “Long time no see.” He says, resting his hand on your shoulder as he gave you a small smile.

“Y-yeah, I’ve been…kinda busy.” You explain awkwardly, your eyes not leaving his figure as he sat down. “Same, I just finished mid-terms it was intense.”

Something about Juyeon’s aura was so casual and sweet. He carried himself with an odd display of maturity and calmness, two things you could use more of.

“How have you been?” you ask at the same time, but he shakes his head. “You first.” He says, making you sigh in defeat.

“I’m…good actually.”

“Good, I’m glad to hear that.” He says, making your thoughts go into overdrive. Shit. Do you tell him you’re dating Yeonjun now? It feels wrong to keep it from him, but it also feels odd to suddenly bring it up when he isn’t asking.

“How about you? You said you just finished midterms?”

“Yeah, becoming a med-student was probably the worst decision of my life.” He huffs, slightly zoning out as he thinks about the rough few weeks he’s had filled with studying and brain-breaking exams. “I’m just glad it’s over with. I’m getting shitfaced with friends tonight.” He says with a boyish smile, making you laugh at him. “I think you need those brain cells to function as an M.D”

“It’ll be our little secret.” He cheekily adds, leaning closer to you. It made you hold your breath, playfully shoving his arm to create some distance with laughter. “Ok, ok. I won’t tell anyone.” You smile, suddenly remembering to save the file on your laptop.

He watches you as you suddenly slipped into full concentration mode, staring at your features one by one longingly. God how he wished to close that distance between the two of you right now, but it’d be going against his principles if he tried to make a move again. Besides, as far as he knows, you’re still coping with the whole Yeonjun situation. Which you were, but under different circumstances.

“I should get going, don’t want to keep you from your work.” He says getting up, and suddenly you feel yourself getting sad that he’s leaving so soon. “No wait,” you stop him by grabbing his hand, but you quickly let go when you both stare at the sudden skinship. “I mean…” you clear your throat. “I’m almost done anyway, you can stay…if you want…”

Why are you doing this? Why do you keep trying so hard to be around this man when you’re perfectly happy with Yeonjun right now?

He smiles at you, happily sitting back down. “Alright, I’ll stay.”

“W-what are you doing here?” Karina asks with wide eyes as she her gaze lands on Yeonjun at her doorstep, trying to figure out if he was mad at her or not.

You were unpredictable to Karina, meaning that she had no idea if you spoke of what happened, so she could only hope that you didn’t.

“I…I came to give you your stuff back.” Yeonjun’s tone and body language were timid, calm, and maybe a little insecure.

You must have kept your mouth shut if he was acting this way.

“Uhm. Thanks.” She says mimicking his mannerisms and tone as she let her fingers ghost over his when retrieving the box from his hold, hoping that it would invite him in somehow.

“You know…” Yeonjun starts, but he doesn’t let himself finish, knowing that he’s overstepping if he tried to scold her right now.

“What?” she asks, putting the box down next to the door.

“No, never mind. I have to go.”

“No. Yeonjun. What is it?”

“…Are you doing drugs?” he asks, getting straight to the point. If he didn’t ask it’d eat at him forever.

Karina’s eyes widened. “What are you talking about?”

“Don’t act dumb, Hueningkai spotted you going to his neighbor’s house. We all know he’s the campus’ dealer, so what were you doing there.”

Karina scoffed, trying to close the door in his face but Yeonjun put his foot between the door, forcing it open to walk inside.

“Answer me.” He demanded, eyes dark and tone as serious as ever as he turned to her.

“You have no right to judge me.”

“I’m not judging you damn it. I'm worried!” He’s raising his voice at her by now, making her wince as her back hit the wall while he hovered over her.

“It’s just Adderall,” Karina admits looking down at her feet, avoiding Yeonjun’s burning stare. “I had to pull a few all-nighters to catch up on schoolwork that’s all. I was lagging behind my classes because…because of our breakup.”

Yeonjun’s shoulders fell in defeat. He had hoped to not be the reason why Karina would resort to drugs, but he should’ve known better. He might not be the direct reason, but he is the cause for her life falling apart.

She covered her face with her hands, feeling tears well up in her eyes as her lip trembled. “Yeonjun, I can’t fucking look at you. Please leave.” She begged. Karina had gone through every stage of grief already, mourning their relationship in anger, vindictiveness, more anger, and finally…sadness.

“All I do is cry. You’re all I had. And now I don’t even have you.” She sobbed, still trying to hide her face but Yeonjun couldn’t just stand there and do nothing.

He pulled her towards him, holding her as he let her cry it out. “Oh, baby…” he mumbles into her hair, trying to get her to calm down by patting her hair as he held her tightly. But the familiar pet name and the comfort of his arms that she missed so much only seemed to make it worse. “I’m sorry Karina. I really am.”

She looked up at him with her big watery eyes, wiping her tears away as she looked at him longingly. “I miss you so much Yeonjun you have…no idea.”

He didn’t know how to respond, their faces just inches away and that’s when she stared at his lips as he was trying to figure out what to do or say next.

Karina looked back up at his eyes, noticing how he wasn’t trying to create more distance between the two of them, so she took her chance. She held his face, caressing his cheek with her thumb carefully before she leaned into him, placing her lips on his.

He closed his eyes in defeat, letting her kiss him until he suddenly realized what the fuck was happening.

“No.” he grabbed her hands, taking them off of his face as he finally created the distance that he should’ve created the moment she initiated the kiss.

“No, Karina. I-” he paused, seeing her heart break once again as his rejection registered. “I can’t. I won’t.” he let go of her, running his hands through his hair as he composed himself, immediately thinking of you. It made him snap back to the reality of things.

“Give me the pills.” He says, trying to hide the fact that he was wavering around her.

“Yeonjun…” she tried to reach for his hand but he took a step back, shutting her right up again. “Give me. The fucking pills. Karina.”

She brushed past him. A shaky exhale escaping her lips as she walked into her bedroom to open the drawer to her nightstand. He followed her closely, yanking the bag of pills out of her hold when she retrieved it. He walked to her bathroom with big strides, flushing it down the toilet without a second thought. She couldn’t even protest as he did so, staring at the floor with embarrassment.

“Don’t let me hear anything like this again Karina.” He said looking at her like he was scolding a kid. “I mean it.”

He didn’t know why he was doing what he was doing or saying what he was saying. Or maybe he did. It was confusing both of them, but no matter how hard he fell out of love with her, it’s not like he didn’t still have love for her as a person. She simply nodded. Anxiously picking at her cuticles to avoid looking him in the eye again.

He turned to her, lifting her chin with his index finger to force her to look up at him. “I can’t tell you that you can call me when you need me because I don’t want to confuse you or me. So please, talk to your friends. Tell them about what happened, be angry and be bitter and stop protecting me because I don’t deserve it. I want you to move on and be happy, even if you have to hate me in order to do so, alright?”

She bit her lip bitterly smiling at his words. “I could never hate you. I tried that already.”

He sighed, fucking speechless at this point. He threw his head back, reaching for his forehead. “Why are you making this so fucking hard.”

“Because I’m not giving up Yeonjun.” She insists, planting the seed in his head that no matter what, she’ll leave the door open for him. “You still have a home with me.”

Here we go again. He can’t. He won’t. He has you. Someone he genuinely loves and cares for.

“I…I have to go.” He says. Making a straight line for her front door, not giving her a second look for the sole fact that he might just slip and fall back into familiarity and the safety net of the emotional support that Karina has always been for him. If he went back to her now it wouldn’t be out of love, but out of convenience. Karina would never abandon him no matter what he did, that was clear as day by now, but the fact of the matter is that you might…just like his mom.

He pushed the thought to the back of his head, trying to focus on how genuinely happy he is to have you instead of the negative affirmation of you potentially leaving him if he ever fucked up again.

He can’t lose you. He simply can’t. It’d tear him apart. So, you could never know about this.

Karina opened the door for him. Watching him walk off into distance before closing the door. A sly smile creeping up on her features.

“…I knew he still cared.”

Yeonjun got back home, his mind was completely full of everything that just went down. He was seated on the couch with the television on as a distraction. But he wasn’t even looking at the screen, completely zoned out to the point where he didn’t even notice Soobin come in.

“Hey, there’s a letter for you from school.” Soobin says handing Yeonjun the envelope. It made him snap out of his thoughts, confusion getting the better of him as he takes the envelope out of Soobin’s hands.

Soobin noticed how quiet and absent Yeonjun was, but he decided to not ask about it. Way too curious to find out why the school would send Yeonjun a random letter.

Yeonjun mindlessly opened it as Soobin plopped himself down on the couch beside him. He waited for Yeonjun to skim over the contents, but he had no clue of what he was reading.

“What the fuck are they on about?” Yeonjun says, giving the letter to Soobin so he could inspect it.

“Congratulations, your study abroad application has been accepted?” Soobin reads out loud. “You applied for a study abroad? To London?”

Yeonjun furrowed his eyebrows, brushing it off. “It has to be a mistake. I don’t remember ever applying.”

“How the fuck did you even get accepted with your grades….no offense”

“None taken, I’m not going.” Yeonjun sighs, throwing the letter on the coffee table in front of him, but Soobin couldn’t quite let it go yet.

“…Do you think Karina might have done it when you were still dating?”

“Why would she do that…”

“I don’t know, she was always busy planning your futures. Maybe ask her about it.”

“No, I don’t want to talk to her.” Yeonjun mumbles, anxiously biting the inside of his cheek.

“…So…I’m assuming you saw her today then.”

Yeonjun stayed quiet, is he that transparent? “Beomgyu told me,” Soobin says to finish Yeonjun’s thoughts.

“Of course.” Yeonjun scoffs, rolling his eyes.

“So…what happened?”

“I had to return her stuff. It was…harder than I thought it’d be.”

“Does y/n know?” Soobin asks out of curiosity.

“No…”

“Hyung…”

“I know. I know. I’ll tell her, It’s just…she fucking kissed me.”

Soobin gasped, covering his ears. “Don’t tell her that”

“Yeah, no shit. I immediately pushed her off when I realized what was happening but…things are going so well between y/n and I. I’m scared to push her away.”

“You really like her don’t you.” Soobin asks with a pout, giving Yeonjun’s arm a squeeze for comfort.

“I don’t just like her Soobin, I love her. She’s just starting to trust me and I never want her to feel like she’s a second choice just because Karina found out about the whole affair. If she finds out about this kiss…I don’t know how she’ll take it.”

Just as Soobin was about to open his mouth to speak, the doorbell rang and they both jumped in their seats out of shock. “Who the fuck could that be.” Soobin huffs, clutching his chest to calm down.

“I don’t know.” Yeonjun got up, immediately walking towards the front door to open it, just to see you stand in front of him.

“Hey!” you quickly kiss him, brushing past him to walk inside. “I forgot my charger.”

Yeonjun froze, not expecting to see you, of course.

“Oh..” he says, following you into the living room. You greeted Soobin, who looked at you like you had two heads but you didn’t mind his odd behavior, making a straight line to Yeonjun’s bedroom to look for your charger.

You were supposed to have dinner with Wooyoung and Mirae before you’d go out together, and you were running late.

Soobin’s eyes widened, telling Yeonjun to not act so uptight right before you came out of his room.

“Got it.” You sigh in relief, giving Yeonjun a sweet smile who quickly mimicked your facial expression for your comfort.

“You sure you won’t come along tonight? Soobin is going too…” You ask Yeonjun as you snake your arms around his waist, looking up at him with puppy eyes to get him to change his mind. He scoffed, putting his hands in his pockets as you hugged him. “Fine. I’ll come.” he gave in, unable to say no to you. Especially if you acted cute around him.

“Good.” You say proudly, your eyes scanning the living room quickly to see the logo from his school on a random letter on the coffee table. “Are they kicking you out?” you chuckle lightly, pointing to the piece of paper.

Soobin laughed with you but Yeonjun didn’t. Better yet, he pouted in confusion, grabbing the letter to show you. “I think they got the wrong one, but it says I’ve been accepted to some study abroad thing in London. I never even applied it’s so weird.”

Your heart sank to your stomach, letting go of him immediately with a shocked facial expression and he noticed.

No fucking way….

Karina really wasn’t playing.

Yeonjun snorted at your behavior, pulling you into him. “Don’t worry I’m not leaving you.” He laughed with glee, finding it cute how your whole mood changed so quickly just by a stupid letter…but if only he knew.

“I-” you start, shaking your head quickly to put on a fake smile. “I know that…It just reminded me of something.” You give Soobin a smile, untangling yourself from Yeonjun’s hold.

“I’ll see you tonight. I’ll text you the address. I’m running late.” You explain, leaving Yeonjun and Soobin rather confused at your sudden mood swing.

“Ok…” Yeonjun says, shrugging at Soobin before he walks after you to let you out.

“Come here.” Yeonjun coos, placing a soft kiss on your lips to say goodbye. “Text me when you get home,” he adds.

You mindlessly nod at his words, giving him a last look before you walked out.

“Well, you look fucking amazing!” Wooyoung screeches as he opens the door to his apartment.

He made you twirl around for him and it made you laugh, walking in to greet one of his “friends” who went by the name of San.

“Nice to see you again.” You say, making San smile at you. “Same here.” He stopped for a second to look at your nose, and you immediately understood why.

“…Guess it wasn’t that hard of a punch huh?” San chuckled, making your ears heat up in embarrassment. “So, everyone knows hmm?”

“Not everyone….just…a lot of people.”

“Gee thanks for the reassurance.” You chuckle, sitting down at the dinner table as well.

“Don’t tease her. Or wait no, continue. I think she likes pain cause she’s still with him.” Wooyoung remarks, which earned him a hard punch to his upper arm from you. “Shut up. He’s coming tonight. So be nice.”

“I’m always nice,” Wooyoung says, showing his teeth in a sarcastic smile.

Mirae arrived shortly after with take-out and bottles of Vodka to pre-game. The night started out great. You pushed your problems with Yeonjun and Karina to the back of your head, letting yourself enjoy the night with your friends.

You were definitely buzzed on your way to the unknown club, trusting your friends to make good choices because you were in no state to do that yourself.

“Where are we even going?” You ask as you stand in the subway with your friends, holding on to a safety pole for dear life as the vehicle came to a halt. “There’s a new club opening downtown. Everyone knows about it.” Wooyoung says, his eyes widening as he sees someone approach you.

The metro, however, made a rather abrupt halt at the stop you were supposed to get out at. You lost balance but lucky for you, you feel a strong arm snake around your waist to stabilize you.

You look back in bewilderment, eyes widening as you lay eyes on him for the second time today.

“Hiii Juyeon,” Wooyoung says with dreamy eyes. Making Mirae cover her mouth as she erupted in giggles.

You look up at Juyeon in shock, but he just smiled at you tenderly, helping you walk out of the metro by holding your hand. “Twice in one day? What do I owe the pleasure to? He asks, obviously checking you out in your mini dress.

Mirae cocked an eyebrow, and Wooyoung, who is clearly team Juyeon, immediately took his chance to tease you about it.

“Twice? That’s…interesting.” He says clicking his tongue, and it made Mirae look at you with a questioning gaze.

“Y-yeah, we coincidentally met in a café this afternoon…” you explain.

“Wow, then it must be fucking DESTINY.” Wooyoung says, pushing you towards Juyeon who had to catch you from falling…again.

“Y/n,” Mirae warned you, and even though you were drunk. You realized that you needed to distance yourself from him. “Where are you going?” you ask, taking a step back from Juyeon.

He looked back at his group of friends. “We’re going to some club opening downtown. I told you I was getting shitfaced tonight.” He laughs, pointing at them. You recognized a few of them from Taehyun’s infamous BBQ Party. You wave at his friends, suddenly hearing one of them make kissing noises to Juyeon from a distance to your and his own embarrassment.

Oh hell fucking no. Yeonjun and Soobin are waiting for you at the entrance of the same fucking club.

On your walk there you cling onto Mirae for dear life, walking in front of the group so no one could hear your conversation while also trying to create a distance between yourself and Juyeon. “Can’t we go somewhere else?” You whine, quickly looking back at Juyeon who was lost in conversation with San and Wooyoung by now.

“No, we bought tickets…” Mirae says. “Just your fucking luck.”

“…Tell me about it.”

Yeonjun and Soobin were already at the bar, ordering their first drink of the night. “I won’t be drinking too much,” Yeonjun says as Soobin hands him some Soju.

“Yeah, yeah. Bottoms up.” Soobin yells over the loud music, clinking their shot glasses together.

Yeonjun chuckled, giving in to Soobin’s enthusiasm by downing a first, second, and third shot back to back.

“What’s taking them so long,” Yeonjun asks looking around the area impatiently to then check his phone, but other than your message telling him you were on your way to the club 30 minutes ago, you hadn’t contacted him yet.

“Relaxxx, they’ll be here soon.” Soobin says, patting Yeonjun on his back for comfort and that’s when his eyes laid on a group of girls in the seating corner of the club

Yeonjun followed his gaze without really looking at them, rolling his eyes. “I thought you were serious about Mirae.”

“I am,” Soobin says with wide eyes, swallowing harshly. “But Uhm. I think we have a problem.” Soobin moved his body to block Yeonjun’s view, pouring him another shot of Soju.

“What? Why?” Yeonjun asks, mindlessly picking up the shot glass, letting the bitter liquid glide down his throat.

“Karina and her roommates are here,” Soobin says. Making Yeonjun choke on his drink.

“Oh…fuck no. Did she see me? Did she see you?” He says in a panic, wiping his lips with the sleeve of his Satin blouse.

Soobin shook his head, wrapping an arm around Yeonjun’s shoulder to lead him to the hallway entrance in an attempt to escape being found by Karina or her friends for that matter.

They bumped into a few people they knew along the way, but it was clear to anyone not to chat for too long.

Once they got out of the main hall, they were both able to breathe again.

“We need to leave, with the girls,” Yeonjun says, raking his hands through his slicked-back locks. He was stressed, and the alcohol was starting to rise to his head as well.

“Definitely…but how?” Soobin asks, keeping his eyes on the entrance to see if he could spot either you or Mirae.

“I don’t…know.” Yeonjun crosses his arms, letting out an exasperated sigh. “You know…you can always just tell her what happened,” Soobin says, trying to find a way to be of help.

“Right now? She’s probably drunk as fuck. I can’t risk it.”

The moment got interrupted as Mirae happily skipped her way over to Soobin.

“Helloooo!” She beamed at him, going in for a hug.

It startled both Yeonjun and Soobin, and that’s when he sees you walk in with Wooyoung…and Juyeon.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” Yeonjun scoffs, poking his tongue in his cheek to show he was losing his patience.

“We ran into them on the way. It’s a coincidence.” Mirae quickly explained, grabbing Yeonjuns arm to try and make him understand, but Yeonjun was way past seeing red.

You see Yeonjun, and you can tell that Juyeon saw him too because he tried to take your hand to pull you behind him.

You should’ve fucking told him he’s your boyfriend.

Yeonjun looked down, smiling to himself and suddenly his whole demeanor changed. He walked over to you and all Mirae and Soobin could do was hold their breaths, but what he did next was something they didn’t expect.

“Hey beautiful.” Yeonjun smiles at you brightly, pulling you into him for a kiss that you weren’t prepared for. He didn’t even give Juyeon the time of day, completely ignoring his whole existence as he wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you with him to stand next to Soobin and Mirae.

Juyeon however, grabbed your free hand, which made Yeonjun snap his head into his direction to see where the fucking audacity was coming from.

“Let go,” Yeonjun says through his teeth,

“You first.” Juyeon challenges, it made you wince. You didn’t think things would go downhill this fast.

“As her boyfriend, I’m telling you to let go, before I start construction on your face,” Yeonjun says, taking a step closer towards Juyeon with you still between them.

“Try me,” Juyeon says with a smile and suddenly Soobin was on Yeonjun’s side, ready to brawl as Juyeon’s friends also rushed to his side to fight for their friend if they needed to.

“STOP!” you yell, pushing Yeonjun aside with the help of Wooyung and San to calm him down. “Stop! What’s wrong with you!?”

“What’s wrong with me? Why does this dude not seem to know his place?” he yells louder to make sure Juyeon could hear.

You slap his chest, grabbing your forehead to come to your senses. That rush of adrenaline sobered you up in an instant. Fuck.

This one is all on you. You should’ve created a distance between yourself and Juyeon but you didn’t.

Juyeon stared at you in disbelief, unable to wrap his mind around what just happened. You're Yeonjun's girlfriend? Wow. You’d have to be fucking kidding him by now.

He walked off, feeling sick to his stomach by the fact that you played him…again.

“Juyeon wait!” you yell, trying to walk into his direction until you feel a strong grip on your wrist.

“You’re going after him? Are you fucking serious? Why!?” Yeonjun asks, fire emitting from his pupils by now.

You look back at him with conflict and sadness on your features.

“Because he doesn’t deserve to be treated the way you treated me.”

As those words left your lips everyone involved fell quiet. Yeonjun’s hold on you loosened completely as he stared at you in shock. His heart shattering into a million pieces. He took a step back and that’s when you laid eyes on Karina. She’s been watching the whole ordeal unfold in front of her since she spotted Soobin and Yeonjun back in the main hall when they tried to not so subtly leave. It’s like they forgot how much they stand out with their height alone.

You knew that if you left right now, she was going to step in to comfort him, but maybe that’s for the better. Maybe this needed to happen in order for you to come to your fucking senses. You were no match for her. That godforsaken study abroad acceptance letter on his coffee table was all the proof you needed to confirm that thought.

Whatever happiness you built with Yeonjun in this short amount of time was happiness that was based on lies and trauma. It was bound to end sooner or later, but never in a million years did you think that you’d be the one hurting him…and not the other way around.

You give him one last look with teary eyes, turning around to chase Juyeon out of the club.

Yeonjun stood there paralyzed, digging his nails in his palms to hurt himself. Hoping the pain would make him feel something other than the gaping hole in his chest.

Even Wooyoung was at a loss for words, and Soobin and Mirae immediately stepped in to attempt to comfort Yeonjun. “…She…she’s so wasted. I told her to stop drinking.” Mirae tries, but Soobin put a hand on her shoulder, shaking his head to signal that it was of no use.

“Yeonjun.” All of their heads snapped into the direction of the voice and Soobin’s eyes nearly rolled out of his skull when he saw Karina, but all he could do was glare at her as she approached.

Karina stood in front of Yeonjun, taking his hand. She proceeded to carefully unfold his fist to reveal that he was bleeding from all of the force he was putting on his own skin.

She looked at him with a saddened facial expression. it's how he used to cope with his anger when they were younger, something only she knew about him.

“It’s ok Yeonjun. I’m here now.”

Part V

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Hey! I hope you’re well, can i request an imagine where reader is Embry’s imprint and they haven’t seen eachother in months because reader has a life she can’t just drop for him but she comes back when the pack is blowing up her phone ? Thank youu and don’t worry if you don’t write it, it’s fine!

Thank you for the request! It took a Long time But It's now complete with a total whopping 5k words!! Any way I hope you enjoy the fic.

I put it under the cut because it's so long but it's my brain baby at the moment lo.

Returning to you.

Embry Call x Reader

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Most of my life has been spent in the Forks area so getting to travel to Europe for six months to see the art and culture was a dream come true. The past four months I’ve been travelling through Europe, starting in Greece and ending my trip in the Irish countryside.

The old art and architecture filled me with a joy that I could not get anywhere else in the world. The smells, sounds and sights all played their own part into the experience. I got to see the moon rise over Mount Olympus, the David by Michelangelo in the Vatican, tour through the Louvre, drink wine on the beaches of France and so much more. I’ve been living my best life.

It's been a dream to see the world, I've met so many new people and tried so much food. I’ve enjoyed every minute of my trip, but there was a part of me that longed for the beaches of La Push.

That part is Embry. Embry Call. My boyfriend, my pal, my love and my light. To me Embry is my everything and to him I’m his everything. That is one thing that has been made perfectly clear the past four months I’ve been away. Every day he’s told me he misses me and I know he means it, I’ve been told not just by him but also the rest of the pack.

Everyday I’ve woken up to ‘Good morning I miss you.” Sometimes he phones to tell me that he feels like he might die if I’m away for any longer. I always chuckle and tell him he will survive, it’s not like I’m going away forever; but that's what he feels like it is. This usually earns me a long winded whine from the other end of the line.

My phone buzzed against the smooth surface of the bedside table while Embry’s face flashed across my screen signalling that he’s calling. A smile graces my lips as I pick up the phone to be greeted with his loving voice.

“Hi (y/n)!! I miss you so much.” sadness was laced in his usual cheery greeting, it hurt my heart to be away from him but I would never trade this experience for anything. I’ve been planning this for years and I wasn’t going to pass up cheap plane tickets.

He filled me in on the pack's shenanigans, complaining about how they keep teasing him for being glued to his phone awaiting any updates I would send him. The later it got the heavier my eyelids seemed to feel, my speech started to slur with exhaustion of time zones while Embry continued to become more energetic with each passing minute.

“Em. . .” A yawn interrupted me mid sentence, a low whine emanated from the phone as he knew I would want to get to bed to have the energy for the long trip I’ll embark on tomorrow for Ireland, which is my last stop. I’d be spending the remaining two months of my trip in the lush countryside.

“I think I should get to sleep, I have a long day ahead of me tomorrow.” I mumbled into the phone.

“But (y/n)!” he dragged out. I knew he wanted to talk longer but I physically cannot do it. Even though Embry and I don’t live together officially yet, we’d talk into the early morning till one of us fell asleep.

“But (y/n) what?” I dragged out the ‘a’ matching his whine.

“I miss you and want you to come home.” I could hear him pause over line before he continued.

“Besides, sleeping isn’t the same without you.”

I ran my hand through my hair gently tugging on the roots easing the tension that’s built up over my trip. As much fun as I’ve had, he does have a point. Sleeping just isn’t the same without Em. My nights have been spent restless in beds that aren’t mine without the comforting touch of my boyfriend; but that doesn’t mean I can just drop everything and go back home.

“Em you know I can’t just pack everything and go home. . .” I looked at the painting that hung over the tv that sat opposite of my bed. A puppy-like whimper fell from his lips when he spoke again, his voice cracked like he was going to cry. It broke my heart hearing him upset.

“I-I know I just really miss you.”

“I know Embry I miss you too, but it’s only two more months then I’ll be home.”

We chatted for ten more minutes before I fell asleep on the phone. As much as I missed falling asleep in his warm embrace I can’t just fly back home, not yet at least.

The blaring of my alarm woke me from my slumber. The clock face read 6:02 a.m. taking everything within myself to peel back the blankets that encased me in their warm grip. I patted through the bed sheets to find my phone only to knock it onto the floor in the process.

My lock screen adorned a photo of Embry with icing smudged across his face from his birthday party but a swamp of text messages from the pack covered my favourite photo of him. Five texts from Leah, seven from Jake, nine texts from Paul, 12 texts and two missed calls from Sam and a whole group chat titled ‘(y/n) come home.’

The group chat kept pinging with the members of the pack who were still awake discussing the logistics of flying out to Ireland to take me back home. Was Embry really causing that much strife in the pack for them to create a group chat? Knowing him, it couldn’t be too far from the truth.

Leah and I call once a week to check in and make sure the other is doing okay since I left. It’s one of my favourite parts of the week being able to have a one on one with someone sensible. Every week she fills me in on Embry begrudgingly, she does it because she knows it makes me happy which I appreciate.

Reading through her texts she didn’t say much in regards to Em’s behaviour the only message relating to him was “come get your man child please, he’s getting snot on the floor.”

I listened through Sam’s voice mails which were begging me to come home, he informed me that once Em knew I was asleep he started moping around Emily’s house again for the fourth consecutive night in a row. This was news to me.

The texts entailed that Embry was becoming a pain on patrol and that Paul ‘couldn’t take another minute of the incessant whining.’ I told them the same thing I told Embry; I’m not dropping everything and rushing back home to sooth the wails of a love sick boy. There isn’t much I can do from across the ocean anyway.

I stretched my body and headed towards the bathroom to brush my teeth and shower before I had to leave for the airport.

I packed the few remaining things I left out to prepare for the flight and headed my way to the lobby to check out. I enjoyed travelling but I wasn’t going to miss sleeping in hotels and hostels.

Two weeks have passed since I touched down in Ireland and to say I’ve been having the time of my life is an understatement; I’ve been having a ball living my best life.

The land was capped in a luscious emerald green sea of grass that waved in the wind, the roads were lined with hand built stone walls that marked the division of farmers fields.

Sheep and cattle grazed in pastures, and old castles dotted the countryside. It was gorgeous. It was a view that I wanted to see again, a view I want to see with Embry.

It felt like time was flying by between sight seeing, trail hiking, museum tours and calls with Embry and Leah. It has already been a month. I had one more month before I was to jet set back to the U.S. and see my Embry.

One more month before I was back in La Push surrounded by the scent of sea water and trees with the looming threat of rain constantly overhead except in the summer. For two months of the year La Push was bright and sunny with the expected summer storms that happened.

I had fallen asleep on the phone with Embry again when I realized my phone was lost in the sea of sheets as it buzzed with an incoming phone call.

I couldn’t find it until the call had gone to voicemail and my phone landed on the ground when I gave up and ripped the blankets off of the bed but whoever called must have felt it was really important. Picking up my phone the most unflattering photo of Jacob was plastered on the screen, his name in white.

“Hello?” I asked groggily into the phone, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. I looked over at the clock which said in bold red numbers 1 am.

“Hey (y/n)! You sound like you just woke up.” I heard him chortle from the other end.

“That’s because I just woke up Jake, it’s one in the morning.” a yawn escaped my lips, I know I’ll have a rough time getting over jet lag when I go home.

He occupied twenty minutes with idle chatter and borderline interrogation about all the sights I’ve seen before I asked him why he was calling me so early in the morning

“Embry has spent the week at my house, you need to come home there’s nothing we can do anymore to occupy him till you return.” He sighed, Jake knows I want to finish my trip but we made a deal that I would come home early if there were absolutely no options left to keep Embry from sending the pack into hysterics.

I knew he was buttering me up for something.

“Are you sure you can’t figure something out? It’s just another month!”

“Another month of him eating my cereal and getting dirt on me from my dad!”

I snorted with laughter at the fact that Billy was telling Embry every embarrassing detail from his childhood.

“Jake please just let me think about it okay?” I sighed, flopping back into my hollowed cave of blankets and sheets.

“Okay, I’ll let you think about it but don’t think I won’t be telling Sam.” he warned.

We laughed together and he wished me a good night before hanging up the phone, before I slipped back into slumber I sent Jake one more text.

‘You wake me up at one in the morning again and it’s over for you.’ in which he responded with ‘Oh no I’m so scared lol.’

I reached over to the bedside table and plugged my phone in before the sweet embrace of warmth and slumber took over my senses.

The next three days I was bombarded with texts from Paul whining about the wolf mind link and how every patrol shift he had with Embry was spent tuning out his constant thoughts of me.

Standing in the shower with hot water running over my skin soothing my tense muscles I heard my phone buzz against the granite countertop. I rolled my eyes and continued to bask in the endless hotel hot water.

As bad as staying in hotels could be, the hot water made up for the early breakfast and sheets that were tucked in a little too tightly.

I had shampoo in my hair when my phone started buzzing again, this time with a call. I grumbled under the stream of water washing away the soap before it could get in my eyes; whoever's calling can wait.

I moved on to conditioning my hair, letting it sit while I wash the rest of my body with a lightly scented lavender soap.

I refused to use the complimentary soap because it dried out my skin and the lotion just left me feeling sticky instead of moisturized.

Watching the soap run down the drain my phone rang again, I clenched my fists, who could possibly be calling me now? I still refused to get out of my steamy heaven to answer my phone.

My gut told me that whoever was calling wouldn’t let up until I answered. I washed out the conditioner from my hair and wrapped it in a towel.

The mirror was coated in a layer of steam, the tiles were cool against my feet. I wrapped the plush towel around my body, mopping up the droplets of water that remained.

My phone started vibrating with rapid fire text messages from the pack’s group chat they made a month ago. I sighed, picking it up to sift through the messages. I read a message from Jared telling me he’d pay me to return.

The pack always made me laugh, together they’re a walking sitcom. There is never a dull moment with them, someone always had something witty or sarcastic to say.

I checked to see who had called me and it turned out it was Sam, I listened to his voice mails and immediately phoned him back.

As soon as I hit the call button it only rang for half a second before he picked up.

“Thank you for calling back, I thought I’d have to call two more times.” he chuckled.

“Well I was in the middle of a shower, can’t really take a call there.” I moved through the room with my phone pressed between my shoulder and cheek. Stopping at my suitcase to pick out what I was going to wear for the day.

“I’m going to be frank with you, I need you to come home. . .” I let out a huff before he continued.

“Embry needs you badly, he’s just a pile of mush on the floor now. It’s a chore to get him up to go on patrol. Please?”

“Fine, I’ll see what I can do Sam, I’ll try to book a flight for the earliest date I can find.” I knew I was giving in but from what they were telling me and the constant texts were getting to be difficult to manage.

“Thank you, when you get back I’ll buy you take out for a month okay?”

“I hate that you know what my weakness is.” I laughed through the phone, a month of free take out? Hell yeah. It made the prospect of going back a little brighter since I wasn’t going to complete the rest of my trip.

I wasn’t losing out on too much though, I had seen and done everything that I wanted. It wouldn’t be too bad to go home early.

We talked for a couple more minutes before parting ways, I threw my phone on the bed and watched it bounce a couple times before turning my attention back to getting dressed. Since I had a flight to book it was okay to spend the rest of the day lounging in pj’s.

The soft fabric of my pj’s brushed against my skin as I jumped into bed with my computer in hand, and now it was time to book a flight back home. Maybe text Paul and tell him he can quit complaining as well.

I woke up the next morning with my flight booked for take off in the afternoon and my daily good morning text from Embry. I felt a little sad to be leaving such a beautiful country but the trees, ocean and Embry all called my name.

Pacing through the room I grabbed the comfiest set of clothes I packed for my return flight back to Seattle, I had enough time to sleep on the plane to be conscious enough for the three and a half hour drive back to La Push.

I was set for a long day ahead of me but it was going to be worth it in the end, seeing the bright and happy face of my boyfriend, getting to hug him and kiss him again.

I made one last check of the room before I gathered my clothes and toiletry kit and made my way into the bathroom to shower before my long flight. As I was stepping into the shower my phone pinged from the counter with a text from Sam.

“Have you booked that flight yet?” it read.

“Yeah I’m due for take off at 1. I should be back in La Push some time tomorrow!”

My fingers brushed the cool surface of the counter top as I put my phone back and got into the shower, hot water immediately running down my back; this time my phone wasn’t being blown up by a desperate wolf pack trying to get my attention.

I can’t sit in the shower for hours on end this time, I have a flight to catch and a boy to surprise. Embry was currently still under the impression that I would be coming home in two weeks. Boy would he be in for a surprise.

The residual steam wafted out of the bathroom while I brushed my teeth revealing my towel wrapped body and hair in the mirror behind the skin. I checked the time and noted that I had two hours to check out, make my way to the airport, and check into my flight back home. Two more hours before I could smell the trees and ocean, two more hours before I could see my friends and hug Embry.

The time managed to move by in a blur by the time I was shutting the trunk of the yellow cab that was going to drop me off at the airport. I got into the back seat and the driver peeled away from the hotel front onto the winding roads.

“Aye where are you headin’?” The driver inquired in a thick Irish accent.

One thing I noticed in my stay here was that the accent changed in every town or village I passed through. It added to the charm

“Well, I’m on my way home after spending six months in Europe.” My eyes scanned over the green hills that rushed past in a blur.

“My favourite places I’ve been have definitely been Ireland and Greece.” I smiled towards him.

The lines around his eyes crinkled with the smile that graced his face at the mention of Ireland.

“Well that’s good to hear innit? Glad you’ve enjoyed your stay. We welcome ya with open arms if you return.”

We held a light conversation until we arrived in front of the drop off area for passengers, thanked him and grabbed my bags before heading into the crowded lobby.

The front of the terminal was metal and glass that reached towards the heavens with automatic doors gaping open like a mouth. Inside was a dull white with light grey floor which my shoes clicked against with each step.

It was packed with people like a can of sardines, I weaved my way through the masses towards the check in desk which thankfully only had a short line to get through.

Under the mix of fluorescents and natural light the desk lady’s bags that donned under her eyes glared with visible exhaustion from the mass amounts of people that swarmed the terminal.

Despite her clear drowsiness she still greeted me with a warm smile and a soft hello.

I grabbed my ticket and thanked her then turned and pushed myself through to the security check, dropped my luggage off and took a seat to wait for the boarding call for my flight.

As I waited grey clouds started to fill the sky blocking out the little sun that was once shining in its place.

My eyes grew heavier by each minute that passed, waiting could be hard, but waiting in an airport where there’s no sense of time is worse. So I distracted myself by people watching.

A lady was bouncing her baby, the old man across from me was snoring. A businessman paced back and forth speaking urgently into his phone, a family chatted excitedly for their family trip to the Canary Islands.

I pulled my eyes away from them as the call for my flight rang out over the crowded terminal, grabbing my suitcase and making my way towards the gate.

Excitement filled my every step as the anticipation grew and bubbled inside me. I gave the greeting flight attendant a small smile and made my way to my seat, for being last minute I managed to get a window seat.

We sat on the tarmac for twenty minutes before taking off and before I knew it the seat belt light pinged off and I was fast asleep jet setting my way back to America, back to my home.

I couldn’t tell what time it was when I woke up but the clock on the tv screen said 2 a.m. and that we’re due to arrive in an hour. I sat up in my seat and gazed out the window into the starry night sky.

Energy started to course through me as I watched the arrival time tick closer and closer. A light rain misted down over Seattle as I left the Seatac terminal and made my way through the maze of cars in the night that was made darker by the rain.

I spotted my blue Subaru and popped the trunk so my interior and seats wouldn’t get wet. It had been a long six months since I last sat in my driver's seat, the wheel almost felt foreign in my hands as I turned the key and listened to the engine roar to life.

I drove through the winding roads of the city to the Seattle-Bainbridge Ferry to take the 45 minute ride into Bainbridge and headed North to get on the 101 then turn onto 110 which would take me back into the heart of La Push.

The closer I got to Forks the brighter the sky became; well as bright as it could be on a gloomy day. The clouds became painted in the glow of purple and pink as the sun rose over the horizon, the rain had let up and left me with an overcast sky for the remainder of the drive back.

Since I slept virtually the entire flight back I didn’t feel the weight of exhaustion at all, but surely when I arrived back in the arms of Embry I knew I’d hit the wall with sleep deprivation.

As I barreled through the corridor of trees I passed the signature ‘welcome to Forks’ sign and turned right onto the 110, twenty minutes to home. I was so close but my soul felt like it was light years away.

The clock on my radio told me that it was currently 6:45, the pinks and purples that coated the sky faded away to the typical grey that fills my senses with delight. Sea salt and washed up kelp started to seep into the air that circulated into my car making the hair on the back of my neck stand on end.

Closer to Beach Drive I got the stronger the smell of the ocean became. The turn signal clicked as I turned onto the road that gave way to Sam and Emily’s house so they could take me over to Embry’s in the off chance that he happened to be awake at this hour.

It’s highly unlikely that he would be up at this hour but it’s not something I could be one hundred percent positive about. I stepped out of my car and turned around to see Emily running as fast as she possibly could towards me with open arms and a huge smile plastered across her face.

Dropping my bags I dashed across their lawn into her embrace.

“Oh (y/n)! I missed you so much, you must be so tired.” She released me from her hug and settled her hands on my shoulders giving them a gentle squeeze.

“I missed you too Emily, I knew I’d be tired but not this tired.” I chuckled while wiping at my under eyes in a feeble attempt to wipe away the exhaustion.

She put her hand on my lower back and led me inside for the awaiting cup of tea while Sam moved my bags into his truck.

The warmth of their home embraced me, the comfort of their kitchen was familiar. The only thing missing was the rowdy group of boys that made up the pack who usually occupied every available seat in the home.

I took a seat at the kitchen table where three cups of tea sat waiting, I should have expected a q and a when I returned. Wrapping my hands around the mug the warmth that radiated from it filled my hands.

Emily took a seat beside me and Sam entered through the door and sat adjacent to both of us.

“So how was the trip?” We sat around their table chatting until our cups were empty and filed out of the house into the early morning air.

“Emily and I will drive your car back to your place after I drop you off at Embry’s, the kid’s been sleeping in my living room more often than I’d appreciate.” Sam’s eyes crinkled with a smile, I knew he was joking but at the same time there was truth to his words; and honestly I couldn’t blame him.

“Thank you for putting up with him while I was gone, I owe you guys one and you owe me take out for a month.” He rolled his eyes and ruffled my hair turning into the Call's driveway. Embry’s mom had already left for work leaving him to his own devices; which meant he would sleep in as late as his heart desired.

We got out of Sam’s truck and he dropped my bags on the doorstep. I turned and gave him a quick hug and a thank you before sticking my key into the lock.

The door creaked open and I dragged my suitcases to a stop in their front entry way and shut it behind me.

My shoes landed on the floor with a soft thud and I gingerly walked up the stairs to ensure I wasn’t too noisy while making sure to avoid the one squeaky stair.

I got to the top of the stairs and hung a left down their light beige hallway that gave way to the oak door that guarded Embry’s room. His soft snores filtered through the door, it’s door knob was cool in my hand. Making an audible click with the turn of my wrist.

Dark mahogany brown hair peaked up from beneath the sheet that tucked Embry’s body out of view. One pillow was on the floor while the other was tucked firmly between his cheek and arm, I smiled at the sight of my sleeping boyfriend which filled my every inch with the utmost joy.

My sock covered feet pressed into the carpeted flooring with each step I took towards his bed making sure to step over the piles of dirty clothes that were scattered around the room.

The sun filtered through the gaps in the window blinds casting pools of golden light on the floor and along his walls causing the crystal prism that hung above his closet to sweep dashes of colour across his walls.

I pulled back the grey top sheet to reveal his peaceful face and I swear my heart was going to burst with the amount of love that I feel for him. His hair was tousled in every direction and a cow lick stuck straight up on the left side of his head.

My hands ran over his hair, smoothing it out while I whispered his name. Embry groaned a bit and rolled over, I whispered his name a little bit louder and moved my hands from his hair to his shoulders running them along his arms finally waking him from his slumber.

“Hi Em!” I gushed out as his brown eyes opened and focused on me. His face split with his toothy smile and his arms shot around me, pulling me down into his chest.

“Do you know how much I missed you?” Embry mumbled into my hair.

“I figured a lot with the amount of texts I got from the pack.” I reached up brushing the hair from his face.

“You can never leave me for that long again. . .I didn’t know what to do without you here.” He ran his hands through my hair placing a gentle kiss upon the top of my head.

“I was so worried about you. I couldn’t protect you and make sure you were safe.”

“Well next time I’ll make sure you can come, then you don’t have to worry.” Craning my neck up I placed a kiss upon his lips which were still a bit swollen from slumber.

“The important thing is that I returned safe and in one piece. The other important thing is I get to spoil you with the gifts I brought back!”

His laugh filled the room sending vibrations through my body.

“Hey! That’s my job to spoil you, not the other way around.” He ruffled my hair causing us both to laugh. I peeled off my socks and wiggled my way under his blanket.

“I think it’s time we catch up on six months worth of cuddling.” I poked a finger into his side.

“Yeah I think that’s a good idea, you owe me for being gone so long.”

“What? I came back early!” His hands made their way under my shirt to rest on the bare skin of my back sending waves of heat through my body from being pressed into him. Oh how I missed my heater.

“Yeah, by like what? Two weeks?” his silky voice chuckled out.

“I missed you Embry.” I told him, placing a kiss on his exposed shoulder.

“I missed you too. Now let's go back to sleep, you look tired.” He said to me as he rested his chin atop my head and pulling me closer.

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absolutepokemontrash · 3 years

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The Brothers and Side Characters Go on a Road Trip!

So, Diavolo, Lord of the Devildom, wants to go on a road trip for reasons unknown. You know what? Screw it, the reason is because Dia wants to do a fun human thing because MC brought it up during tea time. No one can defy the king, so TIME FOR A ROAD TRIP!

Shut Up! HE DOESN’T NEED DIRECTIONS! (Lucifer)

He was going to turn that car around. That’s it, he was going to leave. Someone else drive.

I hope your MC likes staticky traffic updates because that’s what Lucifer constantly had on the radio.

Obviously, some of the brothers complained, so Lucifer put on Beethoven’s Symphony no. 9. HELL YEAH TURN IT UP DJ!

Lol JK no one can car-dance to classical music. Just go back to the staticky traffic updates…

Lucifer would have preferred it if MC or Barbatos were riding shotgun next to him, but Diavolo ended up getting it. Dia is constantly asking Lucifer to stop so he can take pictures of the most mundane shit.

Lucifer stopped stopping after the first fifteen requests.

“I’m not stopping at McDonalds- hang on. Hi McDonald’s employee, one black coffee please.”

In true father fashion, Lucifer got lost and REFUSED to ask for directions. They were lost for five hours before Diavolo finally asked:

“Lucifer, you can turn on the GPS right?”

“Yes, but I don’t trust it.”

Everyone screamed in frustration and were all fully prepared to abandon Lucifer at the side of the road.

Please… can someone else drive? Anyone else…

Are We There Yeeeet..? (Mammon)

Okay, so, Mammon was one of two ways on that road trip. One: complete ADHD daydream zoned out. Or type Two: AAAAAAAAAARRRRRRREEEEE WEEEEEEEE THEEEEEEEEERRRRRREEEE YEEEEEEET???!

He wanted to stop and go to all the tourist traps, by the end of the road trip Mammon wanted to open his own.

The Avatar of Greed loves driving, problem is, he’s used to driving off into the sunset as a lone bachelor, not with his friends and brothers in the car as well.

He only got to drive once, and it was awful. 0/10 would not recommend. Luke thought MC was driving and called shotgun…

Mammon just turns on the radio for music and hopes something good is on at least ONE channel.

STOP WEAVING BETWEEN LANES YOU MORON-

Not all of Mammon’s time driving was bad, the combined powers of Luke and Mammon meant that everyone stopped at a petting zoo at the side of the road. Everyone had a good time, even though when they got back into the car they all smelled like a farm.

Did anyone else hear that oinking in the car-

*Vibes to Music in the Backseat* (Levi)

After being cruelly dragged from his room and placed in this stupid van… he just climbed into the backseat and put on his headphones.

Maybe anime openings could drown out this problem…

Levi only drove for fifteen minutes, it was the most terrifying fifteen minutes of everyone’s lives.

Mario Kart is not a substitute for proper driving school!

Listen- Levi actually saved the entire trip, after stopping at a gas station everyone noticed that Levi never complained about what was on the radio because he was wearing headphones, so everyone bought their own pair and the car trip was so much more pleasant…

No matter how many times Lucifer told Levi to get his feet off the seat, he wouldn’t listen, he was GAMING and they took him away from his gaming chair! HE NEEDED TO SCRUNCH HIMSELF UP LIKE A GOBLIN TO FOCUS DAMMIT!

Whenever the car would stop so everyone could get out and take a picture or look at something, Levi had to be practically dragged out of the car and manually posed for the pictures.

“Is this one of those vans with TVs in them? I brought the first five volumes of TSL on DVD!”

While Satan was driving they stopped at a lake, and Levi burst out of the car and made friends with all the lake fish.

He was still soaking wet when they had to leave.

I’m a Responsible Driver- IS THAT AN OLD BOOKSTORE?! (Satan)

Satan, we believed in you…

Our favourite nerd wanted to stop at any and all historical spots or cool looking bookstores he saw.

When everyone went to buy headphones, he got a pair with cat-ears on them! Because obviously!

Satan’s a responsible driver, and he’s not as prone to road rage as one might think. He has patience, remember in the Jobs event when he worked in customer service? Those kinds of jobs take a godlike amount of self control to do.

Asmo called shotgun and Satan got to have the wonderful experience of having his ear chatted off by his dear brother.

Satan was not about to have fast food for the eighth time in four days, if everyone wanted food, he’d stop at a restaurant.

He was terribly sorry to anyone who needed to use the restroom, but they should have gone at the last rest stop.

When Satan stopped at the lake, he gave everyone a long lecture on the historical significance of the place, then noticed that Levi was being crowned king of the lake and decided he should cut his history lesson short before Levi abandoned his family to chill with the fish forever.

I wanted Satan to be the normal chill one with the radio… I really did… but deep in my subconscious I feel like Satan would put on one of those language learning DVDs so he can learn another language on the go like a total dork.

Road Rage (Asmodeus)

No one saw this coming but- Asmo gets some B A D road rage. Someone cuts him off? “Hi hello dear, WOULD YOU LIKE ME TO SHOVE MY FOOT UP YOUR ASS?!” Someone doesn’t use a turn signal? “YOU BRAIN DEAD MORON! LEARN TO DRIVE!” Someone just pisses him off? “*prolonged horn sound*”

It’s just… the car trip was so taxing on the poor Avatar of Lust… he was crammed into the middle seat for the majority of the trip… he had to give his sleeping mask to Belphie… Beel was getting crumbs all over him and he couldn’t move over… just so tragic…

Solomon called shotgun and it was the greatest couple of hours of his life. He got a front row seat to Lucifer and Barbatos dragging Asmo back into the car because he tried to pick a fight with another driver.

Asmo wasn’t having a good time…

He didn’t want to stop for any gas station food or go through a drive-thru so it was another expensive restaurant trip. Rest In Peace to the gang’s wallets.

When he wasn’t driving, Asmo was loudly talking with MC or talking on the phone. It was a blessing in disguise when they went through an area with bad phone reception and Asmo finally had to shut up.

Oh well… at least he got a few nice pictures for Devilgram.

MCDONALDS! MCDONALDS! MCDONALDS! (Beel)

We all know Beel is massive, right? His head is touching the ceiling and every speed-bump hurt.

He’s the one begging to stop at every gas station or fast food place they pass by.

Beel’s section in the car was covered in empty bags of Doritos by the end of the trip.

When Beel got to drive, Belphie got shotgun! Hell yeah dream team!

Poor Beel, he got distracted and ended up somehow popping a tire. He pulled over next to a farm, changed the tire, then got back in the car and kept driving.

Uh… there was an awful lack of snoring next to Beel- OH FUCK THEY LEFT BELPHIE!

Belphie was found sleeping next to the cows on the farm they had stopped at earlier.

The cows didn’t want to give their sleepy god up so easily…

After that… Beel didn’t want to drive anymore…

“Look, cows.” (Belphie)

I really need to stop with the cow jokes but I CAN’T

*snore*

Belphie’s crammed between Beel and MC for most of the trip and is probably drooling all over poor MC’s lap or shoulder.

Beware, he jolts up randomly and looks around in a panic before he realizes he’s in a car. This happens every three hours.

Belphie’s not allowed to drive, he’d fall asleep. But when Lucifer takes the wheel and puts on that fucking staticky radio, Belphie forms an idea.

“*ahem* four thousand bottles of beer on the wall, four thousand bottles of beer,”

Mission success, Lucifer wanted to tear his hair out.

Belphie ended up asking to stop when they get to a stretch of road with no streetlights, everyone got out of the and stared at the stars.

…listen, it’s a miracle no one got axe murdered but the stars were gorgeous.

Remember when I said Satan put on those language learning DVDs? Yeah uh…. Belphie woke up from his last nap of the trip almost fully fluent in Spanish. At least one person gained a new skill on this trip…

Oooo, Look at Thaaaaat! (Diavolo)

Even though the side characters were in a different car most of the time, sometimes people would switch to the other car if they met up at a gas station.

By the end of the road trip Dia looked like one of those tourist dads, Hawaiian shirt and all.

Dia can’t drive

He’s absorbing human culture… and human culture involves ordering everything at this random Wendy’s.

Diavolo’s camera roll is so unbelievably full by the end of the trip and he refuses to delete ANY of the pictures.

Most of the pictures are of really weird and boring stuff, like traffic signs and trees, but the picture he ends up printing out and putting in a picture frame is a picture of the whole group at the petting zoo having a grand old time.

He wanted to take home a baby goat but Barbatos said that wasn’t a good idea :(

Help. (Barbatos)

So, it could have been worse for Barbatos, he could have been stuck in the car with the brothers and MC.

Dia always had the seat up front, but when he left the car to go hang out with the dude-squad, Solomon got the passenger seat.

Solomon decided it would be a good idea to pester Barbatos to go faster and take weird shortcuts through (probably not legal) backroads and creepy forest paths.

Good thing Barbatos, Luke, and Simeon had functioning brain cells and knew that’s how horror movies began.

Barbatos stopped for fast food once and only once. It’s not healthy!

He’s the only driver to take suggestions for music, meaning that the side characters’ car was the best one of the two.

“SOMEONE GET THE BARF BAG!”(Simeon)

He’s just… he’s just trying his best not to vomit…

Simeon thought the car would be a good place to get some writing done while they drove down long stretches of road. Simeon was wrong in that assumption.

With his head down way too much while the car zoomed down the highway, Simeon felt himself getting *very* sick about four hours in.

He was worried he may have accidentally eaten something of Solomon’s… but nope. The angel was carsick.

Luke had the important job of patting Simeon on the back as he leaned over the barf-bag while Solomon dry heaved up front.

Hurry and open the windows before Solomon barfs too!!!!

Other than the car sickness, he had the job of making sure Luke was entertained, there was a good hour of eye-spy until they just got to a stretch of forest.

After that, Simeon realized that he could just give Luke free permission to ramble about whatever he wanted and that would keep the little guy entertained for HOURS.

What do You Mean I Can’t Legally Make This Turn?! (Solomon)

Shifty bastard can drive, problem is, he doesn’t care about the laws of the road.

He ended up getting pulled over after breaking approximately 11 traffic laws in less than ten minutes.

“License and registration.” “Yeah yeah yeah…” “…sir, this license expired in 1989.” “…shit.”

Solomon gunned it and managed to use his magic to hide the car and evade the very confused traffic cop.

Luke was completely aghast at the flagrant law breaking, but Solomon’s excuse was that the 80s were a lawless wasteland and he completely forgot he legally had to update his license.

He’s an equally obnoxious passenger as he is driver, but at least no one in the car is bored.

“You know, back in the day cars didn’t have seatbelts.” “Solomon put your seatbelt back on.”

…Can we keep it? (Luke)

He was against this from the start. A road trip? With those nasty demons? No! Never!

Okay fine… maybe he wanted to see some more of the human world… he agreed to go.

After helping Simeon through his car sickness, he misheard the other car say that MC would be driving, and Luke wanted to hang out with his third parent 🥺

That’s how he ended up riding shotgun next to Mammon. It started out rough, but when the two spotted the petting zoo it was all sunshine and rainbows.

Luke made friends with all the animals! He was like a little Disney Prince. He got especially attached to this one piglet, it was a surprise to Simeon that the goodbye wasn’t tearful.

Luke smuggled that piglet out of the petting zoo and they were all over fifty miles away before anyone noticed.

Of course, everyone was just shocked that Luke had stolen something, but he looked so cute holding the little piggy… awwww…

The bros obviously joked that Luke had gone to the dark side and was totally evil because he had taken the pig, much to the poor kid’s dismay.

Simeon tried to convince Luke that he needed to return the piglet but Luke was adamant that he could totally take good care of it.

Welp, time for Lucifer to fix this.

“Luke, you need to go put the pig back, it’s not yours.”

“No! I’ll take good care of it!”

“That doesn’t matter, you stole it. It’s not your property, do you want to end up a scummy thief like Mammon?”

“No not at all. Let’s go return the pig.”

“THAT’S ALL IT TOOK?!”

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arrowflier · 3 years

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Can you write Mickey be the whipped married guy in his friend group who always leaves early because he misses his husband 😂🥰

“Read ‘em and weep, boys,” Mickey said, smirking as he laid his cards on the table with a flourish.

The other three men groaned, tossing their own cards to the middle without even bothering to show them.

“That’s the third one in a row, Milkovich,” one of them complained. “You tryin’ to hussle us?”

“Ey! Shut up, Danny,” another hissed, whacking his arm with the back of one hand. “Kid’ll probably gut ya for sayin’ that shit.”

“Nah,” Danny said. “He wouldn’t dare, he’d get sent back to the can without his hubby.”

All three men broke out into raucous laughter, Danny making kissy noises until Mickey grabbed up a handful of cards from the table and smacked them right into his pursed lips.

“Yeah yeah, laugh it up,” Mickey said. “Just remember that Joe knows what he’s talkin’ about—learned a lot of ways to kill a guy in prison.”

“Not much else to do there,” Joe agreed with a nod as the other two men started to wind down.

“Unless you got a man!” the third man, Timmy, chimed in, and they were off again.

“Sure, sure,” Mickey said, letting them laugh. “But there’s only so much an ass can take, fellas, and once that’s done…”

He mimed slitting his own throat.

“Ugh, Mickey,” Danny groaned. “We don’t need to know that shit, man.”

“You’re the maintenance guy, Dan,” Timmy said. “Don’t tell me you never walked in on the two of ‘em?”

“Fuck no!” Danny exclaimed. “If their stupid little ambulance is in the lot, I come back later!”

“Lucky,” Joe sighed. “I was up there cleaning the windows once before they got curtains, and—”

“Whoa!” Mickey interrupted, holding out a hand over the table. “Let’s keep that shit to ourselves, fuck you very much.”

Joe grinned.

“Why should I?” he asked. “Not like you cared at the time.”

Mickey rolled his eyes.

“At the time, I had a more important issue to deal with.”

His phone went off in his pocket, the shrill tone cutting through the room loud enough to halt the conversation.

“Speak of the fuckin’ devil,” Mickey muttered, digging it out. “Ian just texted, he’s heading back up. Sorry guys, guess that’s it for today.”

A chorus of groans met his statement, a chair creaking as Danny leaned back too far.

“You always abandon us, man,” he complained. “As soon as he’s done, you nope outa here, even in the middle of a hand.”

Mickey raised his eyebrows.

“We in the middle of a hand now, genius?” he asked. “No? Then if you’ll excuse me, I’m gonna go meet up with my husband.”

“Fine, fine,” Danny said with a sad wave. “But someday you gotta at least bring him down here to meet us when we play, so you can’t go runnin’ off before you lose.”

Mickey snorted.

“I don’t lose,” he said dryly. “And you’ve already met him.” He looked around the table, meeting every pair of eyes. “All of you fuckers have.”

“Yeah,” Danny said. “I have. And you know what?” He sucked his bottom lip into his mouth, let it go. “I don’t fuckin’ get it, man, I really don’t.”

“I’m with Dan,” Timmy said, sitting straight. “Guy’s an over-sized puppy dog, and you’re a badass, Mick. How’s he got you so wrapped around his little finger?”

Mickey waited a beat, then looked to Joe.

“Anything you want to add?” he asked the cleaner, but Joe just shook his head.

“Nah man,” he said with a snort. “I’ve seen exactly how he’s got you wrapped up.”

Mickey flushed.

“You shut the fuck up,” he demanded, pointing at the older man. “Or next time, I’ll open the window and shove you off your platform.”

“The windows don’t open!” Danny called toward Mickey’s back as he turned to walk away.

Mickey threw him a middle finger over his shoulder.

“And I’m not sure you’d get to them anyway if he trusses you up like that every time!” Joe added, and got the other finger added for his efforts.

The door to the basement slammed as Mickey left, and the three men were left alone in the pleasantly chilly employees-only room.

“Think he’ll ever bring him by?” Timmy wondered.

“Nah,” Joe answered him. “Only time he comes down here’s when Big Red is busy.”

They all nodded in agreement as Joe gathered up the cards again.

“Another hand fellas?”

—

Exactly a week later, Joe, Danny, and Timmy were down in the basement again, clustered around their little card table between the lockers that held their personal things.

“Too hot to be mowing, man,” Timmy complained, running a hand through his sweaty hair. “When I took this job, I thought it’d be cushy, but that Melanie bitch is demanding as fuck.”

“Your own fault for pickin’ such a stupid job, mate,” Danny told him with a heavy pat on the back. “It is hot as balls out, though,” he agreed a second later as he took a seat. "That weird lady on the third floor doesn't run the AC, and I was up there all mornin' fixin' her shower."

“Anybody know if Mickey’s joinin’ today?” Joe asked, shuffling the same deck of cards they used every week.

“Nah,�� Timmy answered. “He only comes when his man’s at the gym, yeah?” Danny and Joe both nodded. “Well, Big Red was headin’ up to his place when I finished up; he must’ve decided it was too hot too.”

But before Joe could start dealing, the door above them creaked open, and they could hear heavy footfalls on the steps. From the sound of it, more than one person.

Mickey appeared first, a wide smirk on his face, followed immediately by Big Red himself.

“Hey losers,” Mickey greeted, making straight for the table. But instead of sitting, he just pulled out the chair, and motioned for his husband to take it.

“Uh, hi guys,” Ian Gallagher said as he obediently sat down. “I hope you don’t mind me joining.”

The three men just stared, then stared harder as Mickey, instead of finding a seat of his own, chose to plop right down on Gallagher’s lap.

“Figured you guys had bugged me enough,” he told them. “Might as well give you what you asked for.”

“Uh, yeah.” Joe was the first one to recover, offering a cautious smile to the newcomer. “Hey man, good to see ya. You know how to play?”

“Probably,” Ian said with a shrug, one arm wrapping around Mickey’s waist to keep him in place. “What are we playing? Five card draw? Texas hold’em? Seven card stud? High Chicago? Low Chicago? Follow the Queen?”

He looked around the table, and stopped when all he saw were stunned faces.

“Uh…or something else?” he added hesitantly.

“No, no, just…regular poker,” Joe answered, eyes wide. “None of that weird shit.”

“Oh, sorry,” Ian said with a little laugh. “My dad made sure we knew all the games, made it easier to help him cheat. I remember one time he tried to sneak me into a casino just to grab wallets while he played, but I ended up winning big at a high-rollers table until they found out I was only seventeen and chased us out.”

He sighed wistfully.

“Still wish I had managed to cash out first, would have set us up for a year.”

All the men, Mickey excluded, just blinked at him.

“Your puppy tellin’ the truth, Mick?” Timmy finally squeaked, but all he got from Mickey was a shark-like grin.

“Deal him in,” Mickey ordered with a nod to Joe. “And remember, you fuckers asked for this.”

#daily speedwrite #gallavich #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #fanfic #original character #of course mickey is friends with all the maintenance people #he likes them way more than the people that actually live there

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Regarding a Common Misconception of Hakuba Saguru

Lately I've been doing some reflecting on Saguru & the various ways I've seen him portrayed, as well as the ways I've portrayed him in the past. And then I was rereading some MK manga, and had some realizations. I've been feeling like rambling about them! So here I go, rambling.

[Disclaimer: I'm not personally taking issue with anyone's interpretation or impression of Saguru - just sharing my own impressions! This is just for fun <3 ]

Misconception: Saguru is constantly accusing Kaito of being KID

It’s a generally accepted fact in a lot of fics I’ve read (and honestly, maybe some fics I’ve written -- I used to hold this belief too!) that Saguru just unendingly insinuates that Kaito is KID--alone, in front of other people, always.

I won’t cite any here, but I’ve seen nods in fanwork to Aoko feeling a little stressed/frustrated about the fact that Saguru thinks Kaito is KID and makes it known. I’ve also seen fanwork where Saguru explicitly calls Kaito KID, presses Kaito for information, or otherwise makes his beliefs clear, even when others are around.

There are only five scenes in the Magic Kaito manga where Saguru makes direct indication toward his knowledge of KID’s identity.

First, of course, we’ve got chapter 17 - the first chapter where Saguru puts together that Kaito is KID.

For a long time, when I’d consumed more fic than MK canon, I recall an image born in my head of Saguru singling Kaito out in class and making the claim that Kaito is KID in front of everybody. I don’t know if I ever read any such allusion in a fic, or if it’s just an assumption I drew based on portrayals I read, but imagine my surprise when he does nothing of the sort.

Now, to be fair, Saguru is A LOT in this chapter. MK is still heavily in gag manga territory, so his behavior is extra extra played up. But if we take away the visuals, the dialogue between Saguru and Kaito can be summed up thusly:

[First scene where Saguru makes direct indications as to KID’s identity]

Kaito: You look so tired. Haven’t gotten enough sleep after chasing KID for three nights In a row, huh?

Saguru: Hmph. Aren’t you tired as well?

And then, a few beats later in the conversation:

Saguru: I’d like to invite you to the Ochima Art Museum tonight, where KID’s declared his next target. Kaito: Eh? Saguru: Then, you’ll understand why I’m so tired. Or, do you have other plans tonight? Kaito: Okay, I accept your invitation. It’ll be great to see your work in action!

And that’s it, that’s the big class confrontation. Aoko is present for it, but she’s more interested in joining in on the fun, and while I do think Aoko pieces together that Kaito is KID, she prefers to live in willful ignorance of it until it becomes impossible for her to ignore. She’s bright enough to pick up what Saguru’s implying, but because he never brings it past implication, there’s no reason for her to look at it too hard. Anyway, I digress. That’s conjecture and headcanon talking. My point is that Saguru never makes any explicit claims, just invites Kaito along to the heist.

Another neat thing about this scene is that--while certainly not motivated by mercy in this case, Saguru does give Kaito an out: “Or, do you have an excuse not to go tonight?” Of course, if Kaito took it, it would be rather damning, but I do think it would have been enough confirmation for Saguru. I don’t think there would have been any arm-twisting to get Kaito to agree.

But Kaito and Saguru are competitive bastards, so here we are.

Let’s move on to the heist!

Once again, the manga certainly plays up the whole ordeal. Saguru is intense and waiting for his moment, and Kaito’s being, well, Kaito.

At the heist, there are a few points where Saguru has opportunities to make allusions to Kaito being KID in a way others would pick up on, or otherwise make his suspicions known, but he doesn’t.

First of all, is this exchange:

Nakamori: Why are you guys here? Aoko: Hakuba-kun invited us! Nakamori: What’s the meaning of this, Hakuba-kun? Saguru: I thought she might like to see if KID is arrested tonight. Nakamori: You’ll fail if you’re too cocky! Saguru: We’re well-prepared. Besides, who knows… KID may already be here.

Saguru does imply KID could be present, but he makes no indication that he means Kaito. His next opportunity to hint at Kaito being KID or otherwise make accusations is when Nakamori asks him to consult as a magician.

Nakamori: Kaito, since you’re here, do you want to use your magic against KID? Kaito: [laughing sheepishly] Saguru: Oh, I want to see that fight, too. If you really can do it.

Needling, yes. Saguru knows what he’s saying and so does Kaito. Accusations, no. This is well within the realm of something Saguru would have said even if he didn’t suspect Kaito, considering their dynamic up until this point.

And then, the most explicit Saguru ever gets in terms of literally calling Kaito out as being KID, beginning when Kaito excuses himself to go to the bathroom right before the heist:

[Second scene where Saguru makes direct indications as to KID’s identity]

Saguru: [handcuffs himself to Kaito] Kaito: Huh? Saguru: I won’t let you do that, Kuroba. Kaito: What do you think you’re doing?! Saguru: I got the report back from the lab. The hair I got from KID indicated that he’s a high school student. After I compared KID’s data with other high school students’ data in the database… Kuroba Kaito came up in the final list. Kaito: That’s a coincidence. Saguru: Really? We’ll see soon enough. Let’s wait until the time KID is stated to come. [Some heist hubbub occurs as officers get into position even though KID hasn’t arrived at the heist time] Aoko: What? KID’s not coming? Saguru: Ha! It looks like I win! You’d better confess who you really are.

And from there, of course, ‘KID’ (Akako in disguise) swoops in and takes care of the heist. That more or less wraps up chapter 17, the first chapter where Saguru understands that Kaito is KID. And I would argue this is the most aggressive Saguru ever is. In fact, rather than persist in trying to accuse/capture/implicate Kaito as KID, he straight up vanishes from the narrative for several chapters.

Saguru doesn’t show up again until the Chat Noir heist, in chapter 25, when he calls from France.

It’s also important to note that at this point, Magic Kaito’s narrative has experienced a slight tonal shift. At the very least, while still often comedic, it reads less like a gag manga. Between the last time we saw Saguru and now, we’ve learned the apparent motivation behind Toichi’s murder, we’ve met Snake (an albeit rather incompetent villain) and Kaito has faced down gunfire and the danger posed by Snake and his men.

The way Saguru is portrayed has also shifted to reflect the shift too. Instead of a hulking antagonist-like character in a Holmes cosplay, he’s dressed primly and presents more as a cheeky but polite character. He’s also more effectively emulating the charm that the story tried to imply he had early on (“Hakuba Saguru, at your service!”, the girls in class fawning over him, the newspaper calling him out as a famous detective making a long-awaited return to Japan).

The interaction is entirely less antagonistic, too. For reference, I’ll paste the exchange (sans Saguru’s massive info dump) below.

[Third scene where Saguru makes direct indications as to KID’s identity]

[At the heist for the golden eye] Kaito: [Hiding in a bathroom stall while putting on a disguise] [His phone starts ringing] Hello…? Saguru: Hi, it’s been a while. Are you still alive? Kaito: [Thinking] This sugary yet obnoxious tone of voice is... Hakuba?! Saguru: You’ve made quite the stir in Paris. They’re all talking about how France’s Chat Noir is going to go up against you in Japan. Kaito: Idiot! It’s not me. It’s Kaitou KID! Saguru: Ha… it doesn’t really matter. I’ll share some information that I gathered over here. [Info dump cut from dialogue] Well! That’s about all I have to say. Do your best. I don’t want to see you lose to anyone until I capture you myself. Kaito: Like I’ve been saying, I’m not KID! Saguru: Oops, it’s almost time for the Paris Fashion Week. See you! Kaito: H-hey…

The only part of this conversation that I could consider to fall into the territory of antagonistic is when Saguru says “I don’t want to see you lose to anyone until I capture you myself.” And more than anything, I think this is less reflective of a real desire to capture Kaito, and more reflective of his competitive nature. Not to mention, within the context of the conversation, it feels much more like teasing than anything.

Saguru’s motivation for making the call is clear: He doesn’t want Kaito to lose, and he wants to help ensure Kaito’s success.

And most interestingly (although I’d like to see the raw manga to confirm this, or otherwise a more literal translation) he never explicitly calls Kaito KID either. Outside of alluding to KID’s actions, Saguru doesn’t explicitly say Kaito is KID or mention KID at all. It’s Kaito who does that.

When Kaito points out that he is not, in fact, KID, Saguru doesn’t argue. He simply brushes off the denial and shares the information he’s collected.

So, to summarize what we’ve covered so far: after Saguru failed to arrest Kaito during chapter 17, he stopped troubling Kaito so thoroughly that the next time he features in the story isn’t until he’s calling from overseas to try to lend Kaito some helpful information. He’s not even playing a part in trying to capture this thief he allegedly wants to catch.

And then, Saguru dips back out of the narrative, although for a shorter period this time. The next arc he appears in is a few chapters later--the Nightmare Heist which he arrives in the middle of. But, there’s not any interaction between him and Kaito, nor any allusions made by Saguru about KID’s identity, so we’ll move on.

The fourth time Saguru makes any indication that Kaito is KID is during the Corbeau arc, when KID is being challenged by a clad-in-black KID lookalike.

Before jumping into that specific scene, though, there’s another interaction I’d like to call attention to--between Saguru and Nakamori. Not because of something Saguru says, but because of what he doesn’t say.

Nakamori: Hahaha! Looks like you let your guard down because you thought I was at home with a cold! Saguru: Our plan succeeded, it seems. Nakamori: But I only told Aoko I had a cold, so how does KID know…? Saguru: Hm...

If Saguru were wanting to make some kind of accusation, even a non-explicit one, he would have made some remark. Instead, he doesn’t say anything at all, which continues to speak to the fact that he isn’t really interested in implicating Kaito.

Anyway, the next time Saguru makes any sort of implication that Kaito is KID he is, once again, trying to help. Last time it was over the phone, so the conversation was private. This time, the conversation is in a classroom, although based on the panels, it seems like Saguru and Kaito are alone at the beginning--or at least, no attention is being paid to them.

[Fourth scene where Saguru makes direct indications as to KID’s identity]

Kaito: [Talking to himself] It must be the case, there’s no other way. There must have been some trick with the case.

Saguru: [Eavesdropping, apparently alone in the room with him] The case didn’t contain any hidden mechanisms. Kaito: Eh? Saguru: No hidden doors or things like that, as are often used in magic tricks. Kaito: W-what on earth are you talking about? Saguru: A new notice from Corbeau arrived this morning. ‘I’ll come and take the real Midnight Crow tonight.’ My name is Hakuba--so I don’t want a ‘white’ person to lose to some ominous black crow. [From here, Akako and then Aoko jump into the conversation.]

Surely a classroom is a risky place to have a conversation about KID, but the nice thing is that Saguru--once again--doesn’t bring up KID at all beyond saying that he doesn’t want the ‘white[-clad] person’ to lose to the black crow. From the outside looking in, all he’s doing is sharing information about the case with Kaito. It may also seem unwarranted from that perspective, but not at all implicating.

Also, another thing I’d like to call attention to is that when Akako joins the conversation (and seemingly blindsides Saguru, as if he wasn’t expecting anyone else to join), Saguru stops talking. He continues to be quiet when Aoko chimes in, and he doesn’t have any relevant dialogue for the rest of the scene.

Once again, Saguru’s clearly motivated to share information in the interest of helping Kaito. He has to share with Kaito’s civilian identity, since he can’t exactly arrange a conversation with KID, and this is likely the easiest way for him to do it. He makes no accusations, and this time he doesn’t even imply he wants KID caught.

So--Saguru is a part of the narrative again, but since rejoining the narrative he seems less interested in actually catching KID and far more interested in helping Kaito. And no accusations or incriminating allusions have been made since chapter 17, before Saguru’s first hiatus from the story.

The final time Saguru nods to Kaito being KID is from the Sun Halo arc. This is probably the interaction that’s closest to what fanon tends to depict when it comes to Saguru making subtle accusations that Kaito is KID. And even then, I tend to take this arc with a grain of salt if only because it felt less like Gosho was trying to add to the story and more like he was just trying to make a Magic Kaito addition that hit various fan expectations while still being wildly disappointing, lmao.

[Fifth scene where Saguru makes direct indications as to KID’s identity]

Saguru: [approaching and commenting on Kaito’s motorcycle] I see, a Suzuki GSX 250R. Akako: Ah, Hakuba-kun… Saguru: You’ve shown me something interesting. Perhaps this might help the police tonight. And could it be that you’ve forgotten… that the only motorised bikes we’re allowed to ride to school are scooters? Kaito: Eh?! For real?!

Once again, Saguru doesn’t explicitly mention KID at all--and segues from his mention of the police to pointing out that Kaito is breaking the rules right now, actually, which helps blend this teasing comment into the conversation.

Yes, later in the chapter Saguru does show up with a team of motorcycle experts. But that also means there’s more disguise opportunities for KID and more factors to account for, thus complicating things for, well, everyone--not just KID.

Also, I tend to dismiss that as Gosho throwing in some comedy, and as less to do with Saguru’s character. Call it cherrypicking if you like :P

To recount--there are five times where Saguru implies Kaito is KID.

The first two are in chapter 17, when Saguru first puts it together, and it is during this chapter that he gets the most explicit about calling Kaito out as KID, as well as the most aggressively he behaves about it. And he backs off so hard after that doesn’t work, that we don’t see him for several chapters.

The next two times he implies Kaito is KID are both in order to help him. No aggression or accusations, just the sharing of information. Even when teasing or suggesting he’s interested in catching KID, he’s good-natured about it, and when he realizes there are potentially people witnessing the conversation, he stops participating.

The final time he implies Kaito is KID is a tiny comment about finding something Kaito has shown him ‘interesting’ and ‘helpful for the police’ before smoothing into gently teasing Kaito for bringing an illegal vehicle to school.

In conclusion, Saguru may start off apparently aggressive in part thanks to early Magic Kaito’s overall tone, but rather than persevering in trying to catch Kaito after cornering him in chapter 17, he actually seems to back off. Once he’s playing a part in the narrative again, when he interacts with Kaito it’s almost exclusively to help him. Yes, he is on the task force and participating at heists, but where it matters, he’s less interested in catching the thief and far more interested in those the thief is opposing (excluding the police force).

#hakuba saguru #saguru hakuba #dcmk #magic kaito #meta #nefrit talk

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