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Love Me Like A Rockstar (1)

Chapter 1: The death of peace of mind

Author: bvidzsoo

Warning: light cursing

Pairing: Song Mingi x female reader

Word count: 6,986

Summary: Love. You wanted none of it. You had already been heartbroken very badly once, you didn't wish to go through that ever again. But the Universe works in intricate ways and, somehow, you found yourself webbed up in a local rockstar's life, Song Mingi. He was everything you expected him to be, yet nothing like you imagined him he would be. What happens when you find mutual understanding and have heartful conversations? Will he be able to break down your walls? Will you be able to chase away his darkness?

A/N: Hii, first chapter is out, hope you all enjoy it! I hope the lyrics aren't confusing, I went ahead and tried out something new with this story, hopefully it's as enjoyable as I planned it out to be. Please do check the playlist as it'll be updated with each chapter and I also advise you listen to the song before or while reading the chapters, it'll have a different feel. Taglist is open, thank you for showing interest! Please leave feedback and enjoy now!

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『I made another mistake

Thought I could change, thought I could make it out』

The rustle of paper, the zipping of a pencil case, the drying scent of freshly used paint, and the oily feeling on your fingertips after using acrylics, the slight burn against your middle finger after having held your pencil tightly for hours were all things I was used to, familiar with. I bit my lower lip as my eyes were stuck to my A5 sketchbook, the paper thick, entranced by the black charcoal forming a way too familiar shape. The outline of the person was dark, shadows creeping around his body, faceless. I didn’t have it in me to put too much detail into his face, my mind kept wandering. I was feeling slightly lost. The weather was getting worse day by day, the sky dark, casting a gloomy feel over our heads. It didn’t help that I haven’t slept well for three days in a row, but perhaps that had something to do with the full moon—or so my mother has said while cooking dinner yesterday.

A sigh left my lips as my fingers itched to trace another line against the paper, to perfect the stray strand of light-colored hair falling against the man’s forehead. My shoulders were hunched over and I only now registered the soreness in my neck and lower back, having been sitting at this stool for almost two hours now. When I was drawing, or painting, time seemed to fly by in a wink, leaving me completely oblivious to everything happening around me. It was a means to calm my mind, to soothe my feelings, and a means to existing without wondering, dwelling, or feeling the dread of not being good enough—and perhaps the worst thought which quite often recurred in my scattered mind was that I didn’t know what I would do with myself once I was done with University. Opening an art club for all the art lovers was a small step in feeling a little accomplishment, however, that would be gone as soon as I was out and away from this place. Who would take over then? Were there students who were interested enough, loved art enough, to continue the little legacy I would leave behind? Those were pressing questions in the back of my mind sometimes, and I knew I was worrying about insignificant things, but they felt very crucial to me. If I could leave a little piece of me behind everywhere I went, nobody would be able to forget me, right?

“Bye, Y/N!” The sudden chirping of my name combined with the greeting finally snapped me out of my thoughts and I looked up, a small smile forming on my lips as I waved at the leaving students. They weren’t my students per se, I was only an Art major, but I did view them as my little apprentices. They were ambitious and determined to learn everything they could, eager to contribute as much as they could. I appreciated their effort and felt glad that people like them existed, it gave me hope in humankind. Not that I had much with everything going on in the world, but I could only appreciate and admire those who found a little kindness in their hearts to share with others.

I finally felt like I was done with my drawing as I sat back, rolling my shoulders back and cracking my neck as the last few students left the room, leaving me alone with the approaching girl with a grin on her face. I turned my head and watched her as she giddily approached me, gripping her sketchbook to her chest.

“Wanna see?” She asked with a chuckle and I nodded with a smile, eyes falling on my best friend’s drawing. I instantly recognized the features of the older woman and I chuckled as I took in the smaller version of my best friend, grinning up at her mother as she held a little flower up to her. She never stopped amazing me with her beautiful creations, and I couldn’t help but clap for her briefly.

“This is gorgeous, Seulgi, I’m in love.” I said as I reached my hand out and lightly traced the leaves of the willow tree in the drawing, making my best friend grin happily. She had her hair down today, her black curls falling around her shoulders. Her hair has gotten long, but she didn’t want to cut it, said she liked it more like this. It did suit her and gave her a younger look; her colorful outfits complementing her personality and overall looks well.

“What did you draw?” She asked and I glanced over at my own drawing, sucking my lower lip between my teeth. I really shouldn’t have drawn him again, but doing so brought me comfort. It always did. Despite the heartbreak he left in his wake, Yunho was a person whom I have deeply loved and found shelter in once—my drawings of him only reflected that. I have anticipated Seulgi’s reaction as I took my sketchbook off from the drafting board, turning it around and letting her eyes rake over it as she sighed, giving me a slightly disappointed look as she placed one hand on her hip. I looked away and quickly closed my sketchbook, getting off the stool. My hips and back protested in pain as I stretched my arms overhead, letting out a groan when my stiff muscles strained and vertebras finally popped.

“I thought we agreed you would stop drawing Yunho…” Seulgi trailed off as she watched me start packing away my things into my dark green backpack. Oh, well, she certainly wasn’t wrong, but I got carried away today—I haven’t even realized I was drawing Yunho until I was done with the outline of his body.

“Uh, yeah,” I muttered slightly embarrassed as Seulgi shook her head and closed her own sketchbook, balancing on one leg as she unzipped her backpack and placed it against her thigh, “But we talked about the feeling of comfort today and a place or person whom makes you feel safe and—I got carried away, sorry.”

Seulgi gave me a sympathetic look as she had forced her sketchbook inside her backpack and lowered her leg, swinging her bag around her shoulders, “And you couldn’t have drawn you—mother? Or teddy bear from third grade?”

Her offhanded question made me chuckle as I looked at her amused, my backpack hanging off my shoulders as I only wore one strap.

“Mom would flip if I drew her and made even the smallest mistake. I’d rather avoid getting scolded about making her eyebrow darker than it actually is.” Seulgi and I shared a look before we both started giggling as I recalled the one and only time I drew my mother, swearing to never do it again as she found every single little detail wrong about her features, pointed them out to me, and then proceeded to ignore me for the next three days. Thinking back on it, it is a quite hilarious memory, but back in that moment she made me feel like I wasn’t good enough, talented enough, making me doubt my skills for a very long time. Until I met Seulgi and she started freaking out about my art, calling me phenomenal.

“Yeah, perhaps drawing your mom wouldn’t be the smartest, but seriously, Y/N, how long has it been?” Seulgi seemed to think for a second as we started for the door, “Five years? You certainly should be over Yunho by now.”

Hearing his name left a sour taste in my mouth even if it shouldn’t have. Despite the passing of years he somehow still made me feel bitter about everything that’s happened between us. I hate that feeling, but I couldn’t get rid of it and it was frustrating.

“I am over him.” I muttered as we left the art studio and I locked the door, making Seulgi hum next to me sounding not too convinced. I sighed and rolled my eyes as I pocketed the key, then we started walking down the empty hallway, headed for the exit.

“Do you have any plans tonight?” Seulgi decided to change the subject as she bounced on the balls of her feet, a huge grin appearing on her lips. I raised my eyebrows at her sudden excitement and thought for a second before I shook my head no. We turned the corner to the left, having arrived in the musical studies department. The hallway was littered with doors on both sides, which were studios for the music majors, private little rooms where they could record and write whatever songs they wanted.

“Cool,” Seulgi grinned and suddenly gripped my hand, her lips falling into a pout, eyes slightly widening. Oh, I knew what was coming next, yet her honey like tone still made me cringe, “Come with me to the Outlaw? Please?”

My eyebrows furrowed hearing the mentioned place. It was famous amongst our university’s students. It was a run down and cheap pub where degenerates gathered to have fun almost every night, drinking their night away, wasting their money and braincells on unimportant things.

“Why would I go there?”

“Because I’m asking?” Seulgi raised an eyebrow, “And because the Noir Zenith are playing tonight and I really want to go—”

“What is a Noir Zenith?” I asked confused, making Seulgi’s eyes widen to the point of bulging out. She looked funny as she let go of my hand and gasped as if I had sworn out her mother or someone she really cared about.

“It’s the coolest band from our university! Are you telling me you haven’t heard of them?” She asked outraged making me laugh, “I’m speechless.”

“Well, you know I don’t waste my time by drinking my sorrows away in a shitty pub surrounded by even shittier people who try to chase fame with scratchy and awful voices. Is the band made up by some music major students?”

“They do not have scratchy and awful voices, Y/N!” Seulgi looked outraged by this point, making me raise my eyebrows in surprise, “God, they are one of the best bands to ever exist—”

“Yeah, right,” I rolled my eyes as we entered the main hall of our university, “Go on and disregard all of the previous phenomenal bands to ever exist, nice one, Seulgi—wait, is this about Wooyoung? Didn’t you say he’s part of a band as well?”

At the mention of said boy all anger and incredulity disappeared from Seulgi’s face and she shrunk back, hiding her face behind her hair, “Yeah, he’s actually a vocalist of the band. Noir Zenith.”

“Oh,” Was all I could say as I watched her push her hair behind her ears, face almost as red as a tomato. I tried not to laugh at my best friend, her crush on the boy painfully obvious, “And I assume you want to go watch them perform tonight?”

Seulgi nodded wordlessly as she pushed open the double doors for us, “At Outlaw?”

She nodded again and I hummed, raking my brain for any plans I had made for tonight, but I found none. I had zero excuses to refuse Seulgi for so I glanced at her as we ascended the few stairs, licking my lips as I dwelled on the idea of being seen at such place. I mean, it couldn’t be that bad, right? After all, it was just a band singing from our university and I would be out of there the second they were done. That sounded pretty reasonable and alright to me, so I hummed, and smiled at Seulgi.

“What time?” Her eyes widened as she whipped her head towards me as we were headed to the bus station.

“Oh, my God!” She shrieked and flung herself at me, almost throwing us off balance, “You’re the best, I love you! Seven, you should be ready at six thirty, and I’ll pick you up and we’ll drive there together—oh, my God, I’m so excited! Wooyoung said they’ll be performing their newest song and he said it’s so fire! Mingi wrote the lyrics, and Wooyoung helped with the chorus, he actually showed me a snippet—do not tell Mingi that—and it was so good, oh, my God—I’m rambling, sorry, but you said yes and I just—”

Seulgi cut herself off with a shriek as she let go of me, leaving me partially deaf as her shrill voice rang through my right ear, making me wince. Of course, I wouldn’t tell Mingi, whoever that was.

“Alright, I’ll be done by six thirty.” I muttered as Seulgi skipped ahead, sitting on the bench by the bus stop, grinning from ear to ear as she took her phone out of her pocket, starting to type furiously. She was probably texting Wooyoung, but I couldn’t be too sure, they had periods when they would talk all day and night, and then periods when they would go radio silent for a week or so. Their relationship was interesting but Seulgi never talked too much about it, having once muttered that if she thought about Wooyoung for too long she’d fall for him—or something like that, I couldn’t be sure, Seulgi says a lot of things which she only half-heartedly means.

『Promises break, need to hear you say

"You're gonna keep it now"』

The pub was exactly like in the stories of others, and an exact replica of what I had in my mind. Which was bad, so being right here only made it worse as I allowed my eyes to travel to the ceiling, noticing all the uncovered pipes traveling above our heads. The lights were dim and there was almost like a light fog in the air, thankfully there weren’t any foul smells, like cigarettes or something else. The room was spacious, which was the only alright thing I could find about this place, as the walls were made of burgundy brick, a few falling out here and there. The dark wood floor seemed to be rotten in some places and I could only hiss as the front of my boots caught in an uneven plank, sending me slightly forward. Seulgi threw me an amused look before continuing her trot towards—I didn’t know where, but I decided to follow her blindly as I really wasn’t vibing with this place. Posters hung from the brick wall here and there and some graffiti covered it where the bar was. Chairs and tables were littered around the room, all looking quite old in age as I noticed one chair missing a leg, chuckling at the idea of someone toppling over once sitting on it. Seulgi gasped quite loudly and stopped walking for a second, making me crash into her back and throw her an unamused look as she swiftly turned around, lips pressed together and hands cupping her cheeks.

“Do I look alright, Y/N?” She blurted out, eyebrows furrowing, “Or am I too much? Do you think—did I totally miss the vibes with this outfit? I look ridiculous right now, don’t I—”

“No, Seulgi, you don’t.” I decided to cut off my best friend’s panicked rambling, placing my hands on her shoulders. I allowed my eyes to take in her outfit again and I smirked at her as we made eye contact. She was wearing black nylon bomber pants paired with fishnets which were peeking out above the waistband of her pants, her white crop top stopping at the middle of her torso. A black bomber jacket was thrown around her shoulders, matching her pants, and her white boots reached just underneath her knees. She had straightened her long hair and I helped her by making a smokey eye for her, accentuating the depth of her beautiful eyes, sharpening her stare. She looked absolutely gorgeous and I needed her to stop second guessing her outfit, “You look fucking hot and anyone in their right mind would want to devour you right now.”

“You included?” Seulgi flirted cheekily and I pretended to gag as I pushed her playfully away by her arms, making Seulgi laugh as she pushed her hair behind her shoulders, “Alright, I believe you.”

“Very well.” I grinned and allowed her to grip my elbow as the crowd was slightly denser here as we made our way towards the front of the room, headed to where the small stage was. I could see a drum set up on the dark stage, and suddenly I was veered to the left, almost getting whiplash by the force Seulgi pulled me after herself. I took in the people around me and decided that I definitely wasn’t part of this crowd, and it was showing. One, I was painfully sober and they weren’t; two, I certainly missed the point of this being a pub dominated by rock lovers, and my outfit had nothing to do with it. Against my better judgement, I have decided to wear a tight black skirt which barely reached the middle of my thighs, paired with high heel boots which reached my knees. A white tank top peeked through the burgundy long sleeved blouse I wore over it, having discarded my leather jacket in Seulgi’s car out of fear of losing it. All in all, the outfit was awesome, it’s just that it didn’t really match with the place in question I was at. I was slowly starting to regret coming here as we finally stopped walking and Seulgi’s hand, which brought comfort, disappeared from my elbow. I suddenly became aware that we have stopped by a table, and my best friend’s arms were around a guy’s shoulder as the two hugged each other—rather tightly, might I add. I allowed my eyes to fall on the guy and realized, only because Seulgi had shown me countless pictures of him, that it was Wooyoung. The only reason we were here, her crush. I tried to hide my snickering as they pulled away from each other and I have noticed Seulgi’s flushed cheeks, which was probably wise as Seulgi’s eyes were instantly on me, holding a warning in them.

“This is Y/N, my best friend.” She said sweetly as she lightly pushed Wooyoung towards me, “Y/N, this is Wooyoung the—vocalist and guitarist of Noir Zenith.”

“Cool name.” I muttered half-heartedly as Wooyoung extended his hand to shake, I was only speaking because I had to say something if I didn’t want to come off rude. A huge smile broke onto Wooyoung’s face at the praise of his band’s name and he eagerly shook my hand, making me force a smile onto my face when he held my hand for an unnecessary long time. The guy was just around my height and seemed to be buzzing with energy as he tapped his foot against the ground, sneaking glances towards Seulgi before finally facing her. His jawline was sharp and nose high as I took in his profile, his pretty eyes focused on my best friend. His hair was longer at the back and had two colors, black and blonde, it certainly didn’t look bad on him. He seemed to be the only one, besides myself, not dressed fitting for the place, and suddenly I didn’t feel as singled out as I had been moments prior, thankful for the light grey extremely baggy jeans littered with glitter he was wearing and for the grey and black faded out loose shirt hiding his frame. The front was slightly tucked in and a maroon belt held his pants to his hips, matching the color of his sneakers. The guy wore a few earrings and I just heard Seulgi complimenting them, making me chuckle. I knew she wanted to talk to him, so I didn’t bother them and instead looked around again, feeling slightly awkward, before I rested my gaze on the other two sitting at the table.

One guy was looking down at his phone, completely immersed by it as his long fingers were typing quickly, his wavy black hair falling into his eyes. He wore a very intricate white shirt, the material seemed to part at his shoulders and only covered his upper arm, cuffed and puffed out at his wrists, leaving the rest of his arms bare. A black corset like looking fabric was wrapped around his torso, stopping right below his chest and everything was neatly tucked inside black dress pants, an expensive silver chain hanging under the neckline of his shirt. The outfit was something I would’ve never thought of putting together, yet, it looked fabulous on the man and for a few seconds I found myself gawking at him. But I quickly caught myself and looked away awkwardly, hoping that nobody noticed my staring, instead, I found myself looking at the third guy, taking him in. His demeanor screamed confidence as he wore a smirk on his cherry red plush lips, jawline visibly sharp as his head was turned to the side, his nose tall and long. His tan skin glistened underneath the shitty lights of the pub, yet you were able to spot a few covered up blemishes around his jaw. His neck was heavily decorated with silver chains of various dimensions, a shinning silver pick dangling lower on his exposed chest as his black tank top was low cut and form fitting. The guy had a big midnight blue jacket over his frame and it had an interesting design, his jeans ripped at the knee and black like his tank top. Silver chain like bracelets wrapped around his wrists and I found my eyes drawn to his hands as he was pushing his glass from one hand to the other, fingers littered with smaller and bigger rings, the one with a red gem catching my eye. His nails seemed to have dirt scribbled over them, that is, until I looked harder and realized it was chapped black nail polish. I couldn’t deny how nice this guy looked and as I looked back up at his face, I found him looking back at me. My heart somersaulted but I played it off—hopefully my face really didn’t show any emotion—as I steeled my gaze and allowed blankness to settle over my features. His black hair was shorter and fell over his eyes, covering his forehead. The guy’s eyes were sharp and his gaze intimidating as his face remained unexpressive, features cold as he seized me up, suddenly the smirk back on his face. My eyes narrowed as the guy continued watching me smugly, and I just noticed the little something which looked like a smudge of something on his right cheekbone. Did he smudge dirt on it? Was he even aware that it was there? The possibility of him not knowing his perfect face was tainted brought a smirk on my lips and an eyebrow of the guy’s flew up, his gaze almost challenging as our stare down was abruptly stopped by a chair scraping backwards. My gaze went back to the very handsome man and I was surprised by the friendly gaze sent my way.

His features were soft yet sharp at the same time, his eyes big and warm as his lips were plump and looked soft. His skin was tan too and the highlighter reflected off his cheekbones, giving him an ethereal feel. There was a small piercing in his nose and I was slightly alarmed as he suddenly walked around the table, approaching my side. My body tensed and I glanced towards Seulgi, who was deep in conversation with Wooyoung. I assume these three must be friends since they were sitting at the same table.

“I’m Seonghwa, Wooyoung’s friend.” The guy finally spoke up, his voice was definitely softer than I expected it to be, and I reluctantly shook his extended hand.

“My name is Y/N.” I answered politely and retracted my hand from his as fast as I could. Seonghwa continued smiling as he looked towards Seulgi and his own friend, “Oh, uhm, I’m Seulgi’s best friend.”

“I figured,” He chuckled, scratching the back of his head. The aura this outfit gave him certainly didn’t match his current attitude, “Wooyoung mentioned Seulgi coming by and bringing her friend, it’s nice meeting you.”

“Oh, you too.” I offered him a lopsided grin and clasped my hands together in front of myself, Seonghwa’s demeanor not as off putting as most guy’s—or like the other guy’s who just stood up from the table and started approaching us. I watched him, eyes falling on him involuntarily as there was something about him which demanded attention as he came awfully close to Seonghwa and I, towering over the both of us. Seonghwa was a tall guy too, but this third guy’s height seemed to loom even over him, but I didn’t let that affect me in any way as I looked up at him with a bored expression.

“Found another little fan of ours?” I gulped at the hear of his voice, which somehow matched his face, it was deep and slightly raspy, however, the tone he used rubbed me the wrong way. My eyes narrowed at him and before Seonghwa could answer him, I fired an answer his way.

“A fan of yours?” I chuckled drily, “You certainly can’t be as self-centered as to think every female around a mile radius would instantly throw themselves at you, no?”

A beat of silence followed before Seonghwa started snickering, hiding his mouth by his hand as the other guy’s eyebrows furrowed. He didn’t look pleased by my question and he leaned down to be at the same height as me, gaze boring into mine. When his face was blank, his eyes seemed to get sharper and it somehow made my heartbeat pick up, but I ignored it. It was just the adrenaline, the annoyance, probably which threatened to seep through my bloodstream sooner than later.

“And who are you again?” The guy’s voice was quieter, dropped lower as he tried to belittle me with his stupid question, but I just rolled my eyes and crossed my arms in front of my chest.

“Don’t think I introduced myself to you before,” I snapped and the guy clicked his tongue, “Who are you, first of all?”

“You don’t know who I am?” His eyebrows suddenly furrowed as confusion washed over his face and for a second—but just that one little second—I thought the guy looked cute as his features softened.

“No, I don’t.” Him lowering himself allowed me to see whatever that was on his cheekbone better, and I could make out that it was some sort of logo, however, I have never seen it before, “And you have some dirt on your face.”

I pointed at my own cheekbone and Seonghwa’s sudden loud laughter alerted Seulgi and Wooyoung as they finally seemed to realize there were others around them, especially me, as Seulgi quickly stepped close and gripped my shoulder.

“That’s not dirt!” The man exclaimed and for someone with such a deep voice, his tone went incredibly high, “That’s my signature, bro.”

“Okay, bro, you’re self-centered, like I said—” Before I could really go off on this guy Seulgi gasped and laughed loudly, awkwardly, as I threw her a small glare.

“Aren’t you two hitting it off right the bat?!” She tried to diffuse the tension as Wooyoung chuckled, amused by the situation as Seonghwa was grinning too, “Y/N, this is Song Mingi, the bass player, singer, producer, lyricist, founder of Noir Zenith—be nice.”

The last part was only whispered to me and my eyebrows furrowed as I looked back at this guy, Mingi, who stood back up straight and threw a glare my way as I scoffed, shrugging my shoulders, “What a waste of talent on such personality.”

Seulgi’s eyes widened to saucers as Wooyoung inhaled loudly before breaking out into an ear-piercing laughter, making me wince, while Seonghwa had to cover his mouth again as he threw his head back and laughed.

“Y/N—that’s—” Seulgi stammered but I hushed her and smirked up at Mingi as he seemed lost for words for a second before his eyes hardened and he pulled his shoulders back, jaw clenching.

“What are you doing here if you don’t even fucking care about our band?” He hissed and for a second the viciousness in his tone took me off guard, but I didn’t let it show as I wrapped my arm around Seulgi’s shoulder and pulled her into my side. She looked mortified and tried speaking again, but I beat her to it—to my pleasure.

“My lovely friend, Seulgi, dragged me here because her and Wooyoung are friends, happy?” I felt Seulgi slightly relax in my grip, but she still subtly poked my side harshly, making me bite my lower lip to keep the groan of pain inside. Wooyoung had stopped laughing, thankfully, and was looking very amused as he punched Mingi’s arm weakly.

“I think you got a little bit humbled, dude.” He whispered loudly—probably on purpose—and Seonghwa giggled again as he quickly adjusted the front pieces of his hair.

“Why would anyone who doesn’t even listen to us come here?” Mingi muttered more to himself as he turned around and sauntered off towards the bar, throwing a glare every so often my way, making me giggle as I found it amusing. Poor dude, couldn’t handle a little humbling, but he definitely needs it.

“Y/N is a little bit—of a bitch—ow!” Seulgi hissed as she rubbed the spot on her arm where I had punched her, “You didn’t let me finish! She’s a bitch, but she’s my bestie and she doesn’t mean harm. I’m sure you guys will charm her by the end of the night.”

Charm me my ass. Maybe Seonghwa and Wooyoung, Mingi not—for sure. Not now or ever. Not that there will be another time and another chance for him to do so.

『It wasn't hard to realize love's the death of peace of mind

You're in the walls that I made with crosses and frames hanging upside down』

The music coming through the speakers shook the little pub as I sat at the table the three boys have claimed as theirs earlier. Seulgi was by my side, but she was standing up, and she was jumping to the beat, somehow knowing the lyrics to the band’s newest song. I had a feeling Wooyoung had shown her already everything, but she did ask me not to tell Mingi—to whom now I could associate a face—and I had no desire to speak to him ever again, so she really had nothing to worry about. I couldn’t help but admit that they were good—not that I would ever say that out loud, especially not to Mingi—as the rock music blasted from the stage, purple and white lights illuminating the boys. Mingi stood in the center as he gripped his microphone, face scrunched up and the veins on his neck straining as his raspy voice involuntarily covered my skin in goosebumps.

『For granted, in vain, I took everything I ever cared about』

My fingers were tapping the rhythm of song, chin placed on my palm as I rested my hand on the table, watching each boy with curiosity. They all seemed to have different personalities and styles, yet up on the stage, they blended together and they worked well. Their voices complimented each other, where’s Mingi’s was raspy and low and harsh, Seonghwa’s seemed to be lighter and raspier, but then Wooyoung would jump in and his was powerful and high, and yet it still felt like a soft caress of a whisper at times. Their outfits, despite being so different, also made them look exquisite and gave the band a special and unique touch. As I glanced around I noticed how taken everyone seemed by their music, hanging onto every note they played as Seonghwa played the drums at the left side of the stage and Wooyoung the guitar to Mingi’s right.

『I miss the way you say my name

The way you bend, the way you break』

Mingi was gripping his microphone as his eyes were closed and nose scrunched up, eyebrows furrowing as the words slipped through his lips smoothly, his raspy voice soft and tender, like a steady but soft caress of your cheek, the light flutter of your eyelashes as if he was right by your side, whispering the words to you, trying to seduce you.

『Your makeup running down your face

The way you fuck, the way you taste』

Suddenly his eyes flew open and he looked out onto the crowd, locking his gaze with mine. I was about to grab the glass of water and take a sip, but I froze as a smirk slipped onto his lips, mixing in with his voice and very obviously making him sound smug. My jaw clenched just as the people, especially the girls in the front row, started cheering loudly, enjoying Noir Zenith’s performance. I tried to convince myself that I was just imagining things, but I could’ve sworn Mingi’s gaze remained on me and only me, singing the words from deep withing his chest, all kinds of emotions and feelings plastered over his face as he took his microphone out of its stand and started walking around the stage, crouching down and pointing at the girls close to the stage.

『When the curtains call the time, will we both go home alive?

It wasn't hard to realize love's the death of peace of mind

When the curtains call the time, will we both be satisfied?

It wasn't hard to realize love's the death of peace of mind』

They played two more songs after their newest, the crowd going wild as they sang along and I could feel all those unslept nights catching up as my eyes threatened to shut closed at any given time. Seulgi noticed and grew concerned, but I reassured her that I was only tired and would head soon home if she didn’t mind. She insisted I wait at least until the boys finish their performance in order to not be seen rude as I have, probably, already offended them. Not that I would mind, even though Mingi is the only one who actually deserves it.

Once they got off the stage everyone was swarming around them, congratulating them and offering them drinks, and I watched as Seonghwa kindly turned down all of them, meanwhile Mingi carelessly accepted almost all as Wooyoung was pushing his way through the crowd, eager to get back to the table. His cheeks were flushed by the time he reached us and Seulgi sprung onto her feet and went to hug Wooyoung but suddenly paused, looking awkwardly at her feet, until Wooyoung went and pulled her into his embrace instead. Seulgi’s face lit up and she started animatedly talking, but I couldn’t hear as the crowd was loud. Seonghwa seemed to be nowhere as Mingi managed to make his way through the crowd and now was grinning smugly at me, one eyebrow crooked as I rolled my eyes, still not impressed at all by him. He said nothing as he sat down next to me and took a sip of his drink, eyes falling on me. I could see him staring at me from the corner of my eyes, but I ignored him, and instead reached for Seulgi’s jacket to get her car keys so that I could fetch my jacket before leaving. As I felt around her pocket I became aware of two people towering over me as they had stopped behind my chair. I turned my head around and raised my eyebrows at the two girls as they were giggling, waiting for Mingi to notice them. And when he did, that irritating smirk was back on his lips and he greeted the girls with a wide smile, biting his lower lip as they started praising him.

“Mingi you are so cool!” The brunette exclaimed, grinning at him, “I swear to God, this new outfit concept is so hot on you.”

If I could, I would’ve died from the second-hand embarrassment these two girls were giving me, but instead, I decided to stay just a for a little bit longer and see what nonsense they manage to sputter so that I can use it against Mingi later.

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard you singing so passionately like tonight, Mingi, the new song is so good I’m already obsessed with it.” The blonde chimed in fast, throwing a slight glare towards the brunette. I guess the friendship between them flies out the window the second they step closer to a relatively attractive male—not that Mingi is attractive or good looking.

“Ah, you two…you always know how to flatter me.” I possibly have thrown up a little bit in my mouth because of Mingi’s sultry voice and narrowed eyes—he partially looked like he was about to pass out and partially like he would inhale one of the girls, if not both.

“You so deserve it, Mingi!” The blonde quickly exclaimed and placed a hand on his bicep, “Who is your new song about?”

My breathing faltered for a second as Mingi glanced my way, but then I threw him a glare and rolled my eyes, realizing this was our first time meeting. Why did I even think for a little second that the song could’ve been about me? That sounded crazy, and now I felt crazy as I shook my head and downed the glass of water I have abandoned like half an hour ago.

“Someone who won’t leave your mind and makes you want to crawl up the wall, thoughts filled with them, desiring them like no one else before.” Mingi’s voice dropped a few octaves and I couldn’t help but look over as I smirked, abruptly standing up.

“Oh, girls, not to disappoint but he’s said that to like—three other girls before you two, and I don’t think that’s entirely what the song is about. Or maybe Seonghwa was talking about another song…” In fact, I have lied. Mingi hasn’t talked to anyone since he sat down to the table, but the lie was worth it, because the girls expressions dropped slightly, “You know men are usually more desperate to get laid than women, I suppose it makes them say all kinds of things, doesn’t it, Mingi?”

Mingi’s jaw clenched as the two girls looked unsure as they looked back at him, and he chose to laugh it off as if I have said the funniest joke on Earth, leaning slightly forward as he looked up at me, “I suppose someone wasn’t really paying attention tonight to our performance.”

“Right,” I hummed and stepped around my chair, “I prefer listening to real bands and good music, not to some wannabes wailing to a crowd of drunken and high as fuck university students—have a lovely night!”

I only caught the irritated huff of air Mingi let out as I headed towards the bar, where Seulgi and Wooyoung were talking to some people I didn’t know. I didn’t want to disturb them for long, but I had to tell Seulgi I was leaving and would get my jacket before going home.

『You come and go in waves

Leaving me in your wake』

By the time I have gotten home it was very late and despite my body feeling tired, my brain was relentlessly swirling with thoughts and replaying tonight’s happenings, so after fifteen minutes of laying in bed and staring up at the dark ceiling I realized sleep wouldn’t come easy neither tonight. I sat up and turned on the lamp on my bedside table and grabbed my smaller and thicker sketchbook, flipping it open to an empty page. I sighed as I grabbed a pencil and pressed it against the paper softly, letting my wrist curve whichever way it wanted as I started doodling, humming to myself a melody which sounded slightly foreign yet somehow familiar. I knew I have heard it before, probably recently, but I couldn’t figure out just which song it was.

『You come and go in waves

Swallowing everything』

It didn’t take me long to have the outline of something, which was starting to look an awful lot like eyes staring back at me, and I continued tracing lines and shading in the spots where depth needed to be added. I licked my lips and narrowed my eyes as I pressed the pencil harder against the paper, tightening the frail lines and finalizing the quick drawing of the eyes. I extended my arm and stared at the eyes, which almost felt like they were glaring at me by how sharp its stare was, and my eyebrows furrowed as I realized the eyes looked nothing like Yunho’s. I couldn’t remember the last time when I drew anyone else that wasn’t Yunho and for some reason that scared me as my eyes bore into my drawing, my humming coming to an abrupt stop when I realized who’s song it was. Noir Zenith. And the drawing, the sharp and glaring eyes, were of Song Mingi’s. I gasped and without a second thought started scrawling at the drawing, heart racing and mind an awfully lot quiet. What was I thinking singing his song and drawing his eyes? But there it was, the answer, I wasn’t thinking. And I was sleep deprived. I needed to sleep, like right now. I threw my sketchbook to the floor and jumped back underneath my blanket, pulling it over my head as I screwed my eyes shut. Sleep, I must.

『Are you satisfied?

Love's the death of peace of mind

Mine

Mine』

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1-800-c3dr1c · 5 months

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SNIPPET OF A YOUNG! CORIOLANUS SNOW SMUT ONESHOT I AM WORKING ON!

mentions of aphrodisiac. established relationship (girlfriend and boyfriend).

UPDATE: it’s out now! it’s one of the most recent posts on my blog, i hope you enjoy reading the full thing if you haven’t already! <3

“..is something wrong?” you asked, noticing him staring at you.

“mm? nothing’s wrong, love. everything is fine, no need to worry.” he assured you, his head tilting just slightly as you continued to sip the tea. perfect. that’s exactly what he wanted.

“whatever you say, corio.” you shrugged, unbothered by it. after all, he usually kept to himself, and you knew that. it was fine with you, he would tell you if something was wrong when he was ready, and if there wasn’t? that was even better.

but what could he be waiting for? as your gaze wandered to his lips, you asked yourself this question. was he waiting for something from you? if so, you didn’t know what it was.

“are you waiting for something?” your voice was low, way lower than you had expected it to be. however, you figured it may just be sleepiness starting to catch up with you. and yet still, your gaze couldn’t help but linger on his lips. how peculiar, but it wasn’t very uncommon for that to happen, so you thought nothing of it.

“mm.. no. i’m not waiting for anything. i was hoping i could spend some time with you, though.” he sounded calm, way calmer than you’d thought he’d be. he seemed so sure of himself, as he always did. but for some reason this felt different. he carried himself slightly differently, as if he was on top of the world.

maybe he was. maybe he wasn’t. but coriolanus had told you plenty of times. snow lands on top. he had also told you that someday, if you’d ever want it, you’d be a snow, too. his wife. but you two were just getting into university, perhaps after your studies were over. for now, all you could focus on was work.

you had told coriolanus that before. that you weren’t thinking of marriage, or hell, even having children. however, for some.. unknown reason, these thoughts began to fade away. those thoughts became fuzzier, obscuring your thought process and no longer claiming it as your own.

..had coriolanus put something in the tea? no, he wouldn’t. he’d never do that to you. right..?

“corio..?” your voice was quiet, barely even audible to your own ears.

“yes, my love?” he replied, his voice softer than you’d ever heard it.

you couldn’t think clearly. disregarding your former question, which had been right on the tip of your tongue, waiting for you to ask it, you caught him by the collar of his shirt, pulling him down to your height and kissing him roughly.

you couldn’t tell, but he was smirking against the surprising kiss, before placing his hands on your waist and pulling you closer. he let out a low groan, a guttural, almost animalistic sound emitting from the back of his throat. “fuck, love.” he murmured against your mouth, his breath catching in his throat.

#the ballad of songbirds and snakes #the hunger games #hunger games #ballad of songbirds and snakes #coriolanus snow smut #coriolanus fanfiction #coriolanus x you #young coriolanus snow #coriolanus x reader #coriolanus snow #coriolanus smut #coriolanus snow x reader #snow #corio snow #coryolanus snow #coryo snow

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spectersgirl · 6 months

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So like... truly not a single individual asked for even anything remotely this but I've had it sitting partially unfinished in my drafts since the day I started this blog. I'm debating turning it into like a 3ish part mini-series but please do let me know if you guys think I should just leave it alone or keep going! If I did continue this, know that future parts would be juicier and likely include a bit of angst as it would kind of work perfectly with a request I have in my inbox!

Without further adieu, I hope you enjoy :)

Something More

Harvey Specter x Reader

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You were in such a rush to get to work that you hadn’t bothered to check your phone until you were already on the train and headed to your office. If you had, maybe you would’ve put a bit more attention into your appearance on that particular day. Once you were in your seat, you finally pulled out your phone and noticed a rather… compelling message from none other than Harvey Specter. Your heart nearly beat out of your chest.

You’d very recently become a junior partner at the firm, which meant you’d be working just a bit more closely with him than when you were simply an associate. This thought both excited you and also freaked you out just a little. Harvey was the biggest of the big dogs in corporate law, and to say you weren't intimidated would simply be a lie.

The message Harvey had sent you was simple, as he didn’t tend to beat around the bush or waste any time when it came to much of anything.

“Come see me when you get in, I want to chat. Don’t worry, you’re not in trouble. Oh, and there’s something waiting for you in your office.”

You pictured the smirk he had while typing out that message, knowing he'd made you nervous.

You fluffed up your hair a little and checked your lipgloss in the reflection of your front camera and before you knew it, you found yourself pressing the elevator button up to Pearson Specter, and clicking your heels as you walked to Harvey’s office. You decided to go straight there, wanting to get whatever this was out of the way. You paused when you reached Donna’s desk, unsure of whether or not you needed to check in with her first. You'd never been summoned to Harvey's office before.

“You can go right on in, hon. He already told me he’s expecting you.” She said with a slight smile, not even needing to look up from her screen to see who was there.

“H-how’d you know it was me?” You asked, visibly thrown off by her skill. You didn't have a ton of interaction with Donna when you were an associate, only here and there and you’d heard she was good at this type of thing, but damn.

She looked up and gave you the “Do you really have to ask me that” face.

“Right. Thanks, Donna” you said as you turned toward Harvey’s office, only slightly embarrassed.

You knocked on his door, which sat slightly ajar. He was reading from a file folder, but closed it when he saw you enter.

“She Donna’d you, didn’t she?” He asked with amusement present in his tone.

“That she did. But umm, you... wanted to see me?" Your stomach was doing flips, despite him saying you weren't in any trouble, you felt like you were anyway.

He smiled, gesturing at the seat in front of him at his desk. You cautiously sat down, your guard still up.

“I told you, you're not in trouble. You can relax, Y/N. I don't bite. I just wanted to congratulate you personally on making junior partner. I know we’ve never really crossed paths much since you started here, but I really look forward to getting to know you. From what I've heard, you do great work, Y/N. It definitely doesn’t go unnoticed by me, or any of the senior staff. You’re going to do great things here.” He said earnestly.

You were floored. Of anything you expected Harvey to call you into his office for, this wouldn’t have even cracked your top 20 guesses. Up until your promotion, you weren’t even confident he knew your name let alone knew about and recognized the hard work you constantly put in.

“O-oh! Really? Thank you! That means everything coming from you.” You replied.

"Of course 'really', I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it." He said with a chuckle.

You relaxed your shoulders and sunk a tiny bit lower in your seat.

Harvey opened his mouth to say something else, but as he did, Donna poked her head in to let him know he had a call from a client.

You quickly stood up and smoothed your dress out.

“I’ll let you take that, but thank you again, Harvey. I really appreciate it.” You told him.

He smiled warmly and stood now, too, walking you the few feet to his doorway. You mentally noted how gentlemanly this was, saving the thought for later.

By the time you got to your office you had completely forgotten the other part of Harvey's message from earlier, that he had left something on your desk. Neatly placed in front of your laptop was the most beautiful bouquet of flowers you’d ever seen, and a stack of business cards, embossed with your name and the new title. A post-it note sat on top of them with “Congrats!” written in Harvey’s handwriting. You smiled widely. To you, even these cards meant more than you could possibly describe. They were a physical manifestation of all the hard work you'd put in, everything you'd gone through and overcame. As for the flowers, well, they definitely were a shock to you. You didn’t take Harvey as a flowers guy.

You settled into your desk chair, smiling down at the stack of cards before signing into your computer, and getting started on the slightly mountainous pile of work you had to take care of. With a promotion of course came more cases and harder work, but regardless, you were still glad to have been promoted.

You were deep in your laptop typing up a brief for one of your cases when you noticed a presence standing in your doorway.

“Oh, Harvey! Hey, sorry I was just in my head. I was going to come by earlier and thank you for the flowers and the cards. They’re beautiful”

Harvey grinned and nodded his head.

“Of course, you deserve them! Though I can’t exactly take credit for the floral arrangement… that was all Donna.”

“What can Donna not do?”

“I’ve been asking myself that for the last twelve years."

"Did I hear my name?" Donna said, appearing seemingly out of nowhere and making Harvey nearly jump out of his skin.

You smiled brightly, greeting the redhead and thanking her for the flowers. She lit up and told you all about her florist, telling you she'd get you a business card asap.

As the week went on, you found yourself having more run-in's like this with Harvey than you'd had in the entirety of your employment at the firm. Surely it was a coincidence, or at least that's what you'd convinced yourself anyway.

The remaining Harvey-free parts of your week didn't nearly live up to how your first morning as a partner had gone. You had been hitting dead end after dead end in all your cases and nothing was going the way you'd planned. The deposition you had scheduled for Friday got moved, so at the very least, you were able to head home a little earlier than you planned. You were wrapping up and grabbing your coat when a knock on your office door made you jump, the tension from your rather hellish week still rattling you.

"Hey sorry to scare you, I just wanted to see how your first official week as a junior partner went?"

You huffed a sigh in response, not wanting to make a big deal out of the tough day that surely you'd get over.

Harvey chuckled at this.

"That bad, huh?"

"I'll be fine, I’ll get it figured out it’s just everything I tried to do went exactly the opposite of how I wanted it to go."

"I would tell you we've all been there, but I wouldn't want to lie to you," Harvey replied, smirking as he straightened his tie. "Harvey Specter always gets what he wants"

"Mmm, I'm sure he does.” You mused. “Well Harvey, as much as I'd like to chat more, I was about to head home and have a very large, very strong drink."

"Funny, I was about to ask if you'd like to join me for a drink."

You paused for a beat, weighing the pros and cons of going for a drink with Harvey. On one hand, he was technically your boss and it wouldn't be the worst idea to get to know him better. On the other, it made you a little nervous having any alcohol in your system around him. For totally work-related reasons, of course, and no other reasons.

"Fuck it," you thought to yourself. "live a little."

“You know what Harvey? Sure. I'd like that.”

Harvey grinned in a way that made your stomach erupt with butterflies.

"Good, let's get out of here." He said, grabbing your coat off the coat rack and handing it to you.

You grabbed it from him, put your bag over your shoulder and flicked the lamp on your desk off.

Harvey stood by the door to your office, holding it open and letting you go first.

"Wow, and to think just yesterday I thought you were only a pretty boy with an ego. Harvey Specter is actually a gentleman?" You questioned teasingly. Harvey raised an eyebrow, smirking as you both walked toward the elevators.

"All I'm hearing is that you think I'm pretty"

"Not the point, Specter."

"It's the only point I caught. Did you say something else?"

"And suddenly I'm regretting saying yes to you"

Harvey chuckled now, pressing the lobby button as the elevator doors closed.

Not an hour later, the two of you were seated at a small table in whatever fancy bar it was that Harvey had taken you to. You'd forgotten the name, but apparently, it was somewhere Harvey frequented if the exceptional treatment from the staff and the fact that they knew his name was any indication.

You ordered the drink you always ordered, a whiskey ginger with a lime, and Harvey nodded approvingly before ordering his own drink.

Once your server walked away, he turned to you with an impressed look on his face.

"You're a whiskey girl?"

You shrugged. "I've become one, I used to be a vodka girl in college though." You said with a giggle, remembering all the nights stumbling home from parties with your college roommate after way too many vodka lemonades.

"I was a 'whatever gets me drunk the fastest' guy myself," Harvey said, making you both laugh. Your drinks arrived and you held your glass up to cheers before taking the first sip.

You were surprisingly having a great time with Harvey, he was really getting to know you and you were even able to squeeze a few stories out of him, too. As time passed and the more drinks you had, the more you let your guard down and finally admitted to yourself that Harvey wasn't the same cocky guy you'd heard about from the rest of the world. He'd already started to show this in the workplace, but now that all the stress of the office was gone maybe, just maybe, you were even starting to admit to yourself that you wanted something else between the two of you. You pondered this while Harvey ordered another drink for each of you, your fourth of the night.

"Okay that'll have to be my last one, I can assure you, you don't want to see drunk Y/N this early into knowing me. She can be a handful" You warned with a smile.

Harvey chuckled in response, nodding in understanding.

You each sipped your drinks as you chatted some more, giving him some more bits and pieces about your life.

Harvey flagged down the server when you were both finished and before you could even offer to pay for your drinks, Harvey had already handed over his Amex.

"You didn't have to do that, I'm more than capable of buying my own drinks." You stated, standing and draping your coat over your arm. The heat from your slight intoxication warming you enough as it was. Harvey followed your lead, standing from his own chair before responding. He stepped slightly forward, much closer to you.

"I know you are, I just wanted to celebrate you making junior partner and show you that I really enjoyed your company tonight," Harvey said softly, a genuine smile on his face.

Your cheeks felt like they were on fire at his admission, and at the lack of distance.

"I happened to enjoy your company too."

You knew it was risky, and likely unrequited, to feel the way you felt right there in that busy yet intimate bar. You rationally knew that he probably was just being nice because he wanted to get to know you better for working purposes, but the drinks you'd had were starting to catch up with you and you didn't know how long you'd be able to take this closeness.

Harvey spoke, interrupting your train of thought.

"Look, I know it might cause some talk around the office, but I'd like to have something more with you. So, if you're feeling what I'm feeling, I'd really like to see you again. I mean, I'll see you at work obviously. But I'd like to take you out again, more planned this time-" He stammered, making you smile.

"Harvey?"

"Hmm?"

"Stop talking."

Before you could think twice you were pulling him close, planting your lips on his, and he wasted no time returning the gesture. When you finally pulled away, slightly out of breath, Harvey tucked your hair behind your ear.

"So is that a yes?"

"That's definitely a yes."

#harvey specter #harvey specter x reader #suits fics #harveyspecter #harvey specter suits #suits #NOT A REQUEST omg who am I

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ilys00ga · 4 months

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hellooo, ur blog is such a comfort for me <3 ! can i request yoongi meeting reader who’s quite literally the same person as him. he could’ve met the reader through one of the members trying to hook them up. “you two are so alike it’s scary, i think you’d be a match made in heaven”. so yoongi agrees..eventually. but when he meets the reader, it’s horrible! their similar personalities clash in the worst way possible. it’s pretty funny to everyone, because they totally thought they were in matchmaker mode?? the two constantly talk about how they couldn’t stand each other, so it surprised everyone when yoongi just admitted that he’d and the reader had been dating for a few months after their first meeting. loll

A MATCH MADE IN HEAVEN.

pairing: yoongi x reader.

genre: fluff, i tried to make it funny loool, best friends to lovers, non idol au (?), non idol!yoongi, non idol!jimin, non idol!namjoon, jimin is the dramatic bestie and namjoon is just the very supportive friend that's happy to be there.

warnings: this is pure fiction and English is not my first language.

A/N: okay so, there was also this one ask I got from @parkjennykim that says: "Hiiii ❤️ hope this finds you well. Could you write a fluffy bsf to lovers with yoongi? Theres hardly any of those out there 😭 i need some fluff ive been too deprived and depressed".

I thought these two were similar so I decided to merge them, I hope that's ok for both of u :). thank u sm for sending these reqs, I really appreciate it and I hope u enjoy this read. do not hesitate to send more if u want to !

ᵎᵎ 𖦹彡⋆｡˚・ ─ ・ ⋯ ・ ─ ⊹ ♡₊˚๑

“I'm sorry, WHAT?!” Jimin, who’d been slouched on the couch with his head leaning against its rolled arm, sat up straight and goggle-eyed as soon as he heard what Yoongi had said.

The latter only rolled his eyes, not surprised one bit at his friend’s dramatic reaction. In fact, he expected it to be so much worse, but he guessed the younger one was just too tired that day for all of that. “don’t be loud.” he hissed and crossed his arms.

“hyung, are you serious?” Namjoon asked from where he was sitting with his chopsticks hanging in the air near his mouth as he too was stunned by the eldest’s statement.

“why the hell would i lie and say that me and __ have been dating for almost two months now?” Yoongi muttered through narrowed his eyes. "TWO MONTHS- woah, this is crazy. I can’t believe you didn’t tell me.” The youngest of the three covered his face with his hands and heaved a big, disappointed sigh.

“Seriously, why is he so annoying today?”

Namjoon chuckled as the older continued side eyeing their dongsaeng, “hyung, he’s just really happy for you. I too am.”

“I’m very happy, yes, but, hyung, how could you hide such a thing from me? I literally helped you grow the balls to ask her out.” Jimin whined and slouched back down on the couch with a growing pout, “I've been waiting for you two to get together for months.”

It's true, Jimin was a man on a mission ever since he’d noticed the insanely similar character traits when you and your (now) boyfriend met for the very first time. two individual human beings but the exact same patterns and edges. on a large scale, talking to you always felt like talking to Yoongi and vice versa.

It was like a game to him. It made him buzz with excitement, reminding himself every now and then to keep a close eye and count all the similarities you two shared. not that it was hard to notice to begin with: having almso the exact same taste (especially in music), always sitting silently when being around other people and speaking little amounts of words when necessary, getting flustered and smiling shyly when being complimented, being chill and too soft to scold or yell at anyone (most of the time), having that same slow tone in your voices whenever you talk, having random bursts of energy or playful teasing despite the cold facade both of you display, getting so talkative when it comes to topics and things you’re so passionate about, being very honest but never too rude or offensive about it, being the most hardworking people jimin has probably ever met in his entire life—something that nevers fails to admire about the two of you.

You and Yoongi were so similar, even your bad habits and red flags matched. When setting your mind on finishing a task—say a project for example—you’d wear your bodies out for the sake of completing it, even if it meant you’d stay up several hours late during the night. and when mad or during intense clashes and arguments, you would put thick walls between you and the other person, ignoring and shutting them out until you're human enough to confront them. sometimes it’s too hard to even apologize, instead, you’d slowly start approaching them as if nothing had happened at all.

“No wonder you two ended up together, you’re basically a match made in heaven.” Namjoon nodded his head as he munched on his food, as if approving of his own statement.

“i know! and the way you wasted your time pinning on each other was killing me.” being the biggest shipper of your pair, Jimin huffed as he spoke with a very serious tone.

“how did you guys even make it?” namjoon asked.

“We hit it off right after the first date.” Yoongi answered with a shrug, acting as nonchalant as ever.

“you mean the date i had set for you?” it was jimin who asked this time, and when Yoongi nodded in confirmation, the younger groaned and buried his face into the couch, “hyung, you are seriously the worst.”

“hyung, you both are coffee addicts, take her to a new café this time!” Jimin suggested with a huge grin on his face. after finding out that you two secretly liked each other, he spent weeks pressuring Yoongi to confess his feelings for you. He couldn’t believe that his hyung finally obliged after many “no”s and “I don’t like __ that way.”s and “we’re just friends.”s. it was getting really annoying.

YG: “Can we hang out tomorrow? as two people wanting to know each other.”

ME: “Are you asking me on a date?”

YG: “yeah?”

ME: “okay :)”

that was the conversation you had with him the day before he took you on a cute café date. The place was impressively good, but the date was the complete opposite of that. Nothing bad happened, yet sitting down with someone you’ve known for a good period of time and have shared good amounts of vulnerability with in that intimate context was too unpleasant. Both of you struggled to find comfort and normality in the heavy awkward silence that fell on the table. and everytime he would try to play it off and throw some joke or normal piece of conversation that he found appropriate for a date, you two ended up laughing int your sweaty palms because of how ridiculous the whole situation was.

“stop laughing!” Yoongi exclaimed while his shoulders shook, giggling.

“I'm sorry, I'm trying!” you wiped at the corners of your eyes.

"Just act like this is a normal hangout.." he had said after a short moment.

"We're literally on a date." you reminded him.

“right..”

The “date” didn’t last long, and the two of you ended up at his house. eating popcorn on his couch and watching your favorite series of movies together.

Later that night, he asked, “so, what are we?”

“whatever you want us to be.” you answered with flushed cheeks.

“I like you..” he whispered, eyes never leaving the TV screen acroos the couch, "more than friends should like one another."

“Great, ‘cause I'd be sad if you didn’t like me back.” you whispered back, never daring to glance his way even for a split of a second.

“Wait, does that mean I won the bet?” Namjoon suddenly spoke, making Jimin kick him lightly on the shoulder from where he was still lying with a sour frown, and toss a few dollars he had grabbed from his wallet at the smiling man's extended palm.

“Did you two seriously make a bet on my relationship?” came a sharp question from Yoongi.

#yoongi #yoongi scenarios #bts #yoongi drabble #yoongi fluff #yoongi x reader #bts scenarios #bts imagines #bts fic #bts army #bts yoongi #min yoongi #yoongi fic #friends to lovers

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chishiyasleftnut · 30 days

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I love your writing smmmm <33 could you do chishiya with girlfriend who suffers from anxiety? (Social anxiety) one and kind of introverted type?? Thank youuuu.

Hi there! Thank you for your support and request (-^〇^-)

This one is really short, but I still hope you’ll enjoy it. Please let me know if you’re fine with the occasional short fic! Life has been quite busy lately as I’m both moving apartment and writing my bachelor’s thesis, so I haven’t had much time and energy to write for this blog, sadly.

Nonetheless, I managed to finish this cutie! I hope you’ll enjoy it ( ღ’ᴗ’ღ )

(It wasn't planned, but there's no gendered language regarding the reader, so this time it's a gn!reader story!)

Silly Thoughts

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤 Warnings: None! Pure fluff. Pairing: Chishiya x gn!reader.

Plot: gn!reader suffers from social anxiety, leading them to cancel an event hosted by Chishiya’s work. Chishiya, who does not understand anxiety, tries to figure out why and attempts to help gn!reader overcome their anxiety.

1090 words. 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

“I just don’t feel like it.”

For the past week, your mind had been filled by nothing but the big event you had agreed to attend. Chishiya, your boyfriend, had been invited to a seminar run by the hospital he worked at - invited was a kind word, as it was definitely not voluntary whether or not he attended. Luckily for him, he was allowed to bring a guest, giving him a tiny sliver of hope that he wouldn’t be completely bored out of his mind.

“Why not?” Chishiya asked while tying his tie in the mirror. He had never understood why you were so anxious about social gatherings. Sure, he didn’t like them either, but he wouldn’t say he was anxious about them. Annoyed would probably be a better word.

He watched you in the mirror as you fiddled around with your hands, trying to come up with an excuse that could be somewhat believable. As always, you didn’t meet his eyes when you were anxious. He had yet to figure out why, but his best guess was that you were scared he could read your mind or something.

“I don’t feel like it today,” you repeated. “I feel sick.”

“Sick?”

Chishiya turned around to face you, immediately springing into his well-known role as a doctor and taking a few steps closer to you before putting his hand on your forehead to feel your temperature. Just as he suspected, you didn’t have a fever. You were, however, shaking enough to hit a 6.5 on the Richter-scale, trembling as if your body was the epicentre of an earthquake.

“Why don’t you want to go?” he asked again, his hand moving around your face as he continued to feel for a fever.

No reply came out of your mouth, your eyes glued to the floor. With a gentle finger on your chin, Chishiya raised your head, so you were looking him in the eyes. You were expecting him to look angry that you were trying to get out of a promise; to be pissed that you didn’t want to do this one thing for him; but he didn’t look mad. No, quite the contrary - he looked… concerned?

“Tell me,” he insisted again, his tone softer than you’ve heard him before.

Your mouth kept opening and closing, no words coming out as you tried to figure out how to explain to him what was wrong. Your own fears felt silly to you and admitting an irrational fear like that to someone as chronically logical as Chishiya felt like defeat - even though he was your long-term boyfriend whom you loved dearly. Surely you should feel open with him at this point, no? So far, he had yet to belittle any of your thoughts, no matter how small and irrational they were. He was safe and you knew that.

“I don’t like big crowds.”

“Really?” your boyfriend asked, sounding slightly confused. Chishiya had never suffered from any type of social anxiety. Mostly he just found unnecessary social interaction bothersome to deal with - not anxiety provoking. “Why not?”

“I’m… I don’t know. I’m scared people will talk to me and I won’t know what to say, or maybe I’ll fall flat on my face in front of everyone and they’ll laugh, or I’ll-“

Chishiya interrupted you with a finger on your lips and a small chuckle, slightly amused by the way your brain was spinning itself into death, circling around every hypothetical scenario.

“That won’t happen. You’re intelligent and very much capable of walking without falling over your own feet.”

“But what if I’m not?” you asked with a small voice, almost sounding like a child.

Although Chishiya was still smiling, you didn’t feel as if he was making fun of you. Instead, it was clear that he just enjoyed getting a glimpse into how you worked. From the first time you met, Chishiya knew that you and he were very different people, and truth be told that was what he loved about you the most. You were almost like a puzzle to him - a constant riddle he couldn’t wait but solve. He was almost itching to figure you out, excited by the way you were led by emotions instead of logic like he was.

“Okay,” he finally said after a while, his hands immediately working on loosening his tie. “We’ll stay home. I’ll call and tell them I’ve gotten sick.”

No words, not even ‘pure and utter relief’, could adequately describe your facial expression. You let out a breath that you didn’t even know you had been holding, immediately feeling ten times calmer and lighter at his words.

“But,” he continued while placing his tie on the table and slowly unbuttoning his dress shirt. “You’re starting therapy for this.”

“Therapy?” you asked, now sounding slightly anxious again.

“Yes, therapy. You can’t avoid crowds forever, you know? I’ll help you find someone who can help you with this.”

Chishiya’s eyes darted all over your face as you took in his ultimatum. At last you decided that potential therapy sometime in the future was way less scary than the concrete social event you were otherwise forced to attend. Hence, you nodded and accepted his demand.

With his white dress shirt open, Chishiya pulled you into a hug and placed a tender kiss on your forehead, pausing with his lips pressed against your face to savour the serene moment. You allowed yourself to melt into his embrace, letting the remnants of his aftershave travel up your nose and overwhelm your senses, effectively grounding you in reality and melting away every lasting remain of the anxiety that had previously paralysed you. All that mattered right now was him - not some stupid medical seminar. Crisis averted.

“You know,” he finally said after a minute of silence. "You can always tell me if something is wrong. Even if you think it’s silly.”

“I know, I just feel stupid admitting silly stuff.”

A sharp exhale of air huffed out of Chishiya’s nose and travelled over your forehead as he half-chuckled at your words.

“You can be silly without being stupid. You’re never stupid.”

For a few seconds, you let his words calm your mind. You didn’t want to admit it, but that was exactly what you needed: to know that Chishiya didn’t find you to be unintelligent just because of the way your anxiety was dictating your life at times. You felt Chishiya’s lips graze your forehead again, sealing in his words and cementing them in your mind.

You are never stupid.

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gendercomsumer · 1 year

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hello! I noticed that your request is open and if you can, can you write something with s/o who had an ability similar to dazai Osamu from bsd? Like they can neutralize any magic with only physical contact that way they often wear a gloves, it can be one shot, scenario or imagine and any characters are fine though I prefer malleus :), that's all thank you!

Malleus and Riddle with an S/O who has a power like Dazai! Meaning they can neutralize magic with a touch!

A/N: I’m happy to have my first request on my blog, you've also caught me in the middle of an inspiration spree so congrats :D! I found this really fun to right with Malleus and I wanted to add Riddle since I couldn’t get the idea out of my head of Riddle using ‘off with your head’ and S/O just being like ‘no<3’ Thank you again for sending in this request and I hope you enjoy! I decided to make these some short oneshots with some headcanons as well, hope that’s alright with you ^^!

Warnings: Ooc Malleus??(This is my first time writing him so i'm more than open to feed back!), not proof read

No gender was specified so I’ll keep the reader gender neutral!

Characters: Riddle Rosehearts (838 words), Malleus Draconia (839 words)

Riddle Rosehearts :

You and Riddle had been in a relationship for a few months now. You both cared very deeply for each other as most couples did. He never pressed on the fact why you wore gloves often. He himself wore gloves so he didn’t see it as that strange of a thing. Possibly your hands got cold easily, or you just like wearing them. It had been a hectic day as usual, the usual shenanigans of the first years giving you gray hairs, the usual. You and your lover, Riddle, were usually the ones who dealt with the aftermath of whatever the first years did. You because you were part of the group, and Riddle because well, Ace and Deuce were part of his dorm. You and Riddle were having a small break having tea and talking about your days. It was a sweet moment the two of you would often half every other day or so. It was quiet, only your voices filling the elegant rose garden with light conversation. That was until it wasn’t so quiet… Ace and Deuce seemed to have a sixth sense for when the worst time to be annoying is. As they came through the rose maze yelling about something you couldn’t fully understand. You could see the steam that started coming out of his ears as the two continued to argue about whatever topic they had chosen today. Riddle stood up from his chair clearly angry at the two and yelled,

“What do you think you’re doing!? You’re breaking several of the Queen of Heart’s rules!?” You let out a sigh pressing a set of fingers to the side of your head. You didn’t enjoy having your afternoon with your lover interrupted by these two, even if you were used to their usual antics. You stood up from your chair as well next to Riddle with a partly disappointed expression directed towards Ace and Deuce. Riddle continued his rant and at that point the two boys had stopped their chasing and arguing and stood shoulder to shoulder taking the scolding. As much as it would be nice to have the boys have a proper punishment, if Riddle used ‘Off with your head’. Ace ,at least, would be at Ramshackle until the spell lost effect. Riddle was about at the point of using the spell and you could tell.

“You know I might as well punish you right here! Off with you-!” Before he could get through the entire sentence you had slid your glove off and placed your hand gently upon his head. Ace and Deuce who were expecting the collar of Riddle’s spell and were very confused. Riddle also had a look of confusion and looked at you. You only smiled at him sweetly,

“As much as I know they deserve the collar, I wouldn’t enjoy Ace hunkering down at Ramshackle until the spell wears off.” Riddle had his hands directly at his sides and his face was flushed red. Both from the still persistent anger caused by the duo, and from the embarrassment of the situation in his eyes. Riddle still gave them a long lecture on several of the queen's rules before letting the two walk back to the dorm, most likely assigning them the duty or re-painting the roses. When the two were out of sight and out of ear shot, Riddle started to process what happened and had quite a few questions.

“Pardon me my Rose, but what was that just now..?”

No matter how you decided to respond whether explaining your ability or not Riddle will be quickly fascinated by the ability, even if he’s kept in the dark about it

I could see him asking may questions if you do go into detail.

He finds the power partly similar to his own signature spell in the way that they can both block magic

He has a lot of questions lined up such as "Does it persist or is it only while you're touching the person"

If you don't want to go into detail or answer a certain question he'll respect it and not push any further.

From then on when ever you think he's about to use his signature spell in a situation you don't see fit, you give him a pat on the head and encourage him to calm down

He does find it a bit embarrassing and askes if you can touch him somewhere that's less obvious or flustering, like his wrist, since he most of the time also wears gloves.

This didn't change your relationship all that much for either of you

Riddle just saw this ability of yours as another reason why the two of you are a practically perfect fit!

You can make sure he's in check even when he's in a blind rage.

I can see the ability giving the person it's affecting a cooling feeling, Riddle enjoys the feeling partly as it reminds him to calm down and take a breath, it also reminds him you're with him :)

Malleus Draconia:

Mallus is naturally a curious person, and while he himself often wears gloves he was curious as to why you did the same. He simply did it because he was used to it with his dorm uniform. Did you have a similar reason or some other one? It was over the course of your time as friends and loves he’d ask out of the blue at times.

“Child of man, why do you wear gloves so often?” You’d usually give the excuse that you just like to wear them, your hands get cold easily, and so on. But Malleus was still curious as to the nature of your glove wearing habits. He saw it almost as a mystery to solve, and he will attempt! He’d try to find times where your gloves were off and see what would happen. Most of the time nothing happened that looked or seemed out of the ordinary to Malleus. He partly paused his investigation once you got into a relationship, wanting to make every moment with you a positive memory in both of your eyes. It was wonderful and romantic, Malleus was very gentle and caring towards you, and you were never scared of him. He partly forgot about the entire mystery of the gloves. The months dragged on and then Malleus finally picked the mystery of the gloves back up. The more he’s around you the more he notices that when you do have your gloves off, you’re usually touching someone. The person is also half of the time wanting to use magic to escalate the situation. He slowly started to put two and two together but before he came to the full conclusion he did get the slightest bit jealous. How come you never touched him without your gloves? Had he done something to make you feel like you couldn’t? He got partly scared and went to talk with you about it and decided to no longer just do his own research in hopes of an answer. It was during one of your late night walks the two of you took weekly. It was a beautiful night with a half moon and the stars shining brightly in the sky. The two of you had found a small patch of grass in a clearing to watch the stars. You and Malleus were sitting next to each other in silence watching the stars when he asked the question.

“My dear? Why do you take your gloves off to touch others and not me?” His voice was curious and also a bit dampened by the memories of you giving that treatment to others, but not him. You let out a sigh and smiled, as you went into a short explanation of your power. At the end you looked up at Malleus with the smile still gracing your face,

“I never used it on you, because I know you’d never harm me or others Mal!” Malleus paused for a moment as his eyes widened and he had many more questions. You let out a soft laugh and tugged off a glove and placed the uncovered skin on the side of Malleus’ face. The cooling sensation washed over him and he leaned into your touch.

“I wish I had known this feeling sooner, my dear… It’s comforting…”

Ever since then Malleus has loved whenever you touched him without your gloves on.

He didn’t mind that your touch canceled his magic, he never often used his magic outside of class except to do difficult tasks.

Like mentioned before he finds the cooling touch of your power comforting in a way he can not fully explain or comprehend.

Ever since you first touched him he’s been very affectionate, feeling your touch for the first time and since then he’s been hooked on it

Every time it’s just the two of you he’ll hold your hands and gently tug off your gloves

He loves it when you give him pets

Malleus also needs to have every form of affection with your hands, yes he had it before when your hands were gloved but now they were bare and it was a completely different experience!

Malleus will hold you hands and take in every feature of them, after being hidden under gloves for so long he needs to take in the beauty like he did before

I can also see him finding it partly humorous when a student gets confused when you use your ability on them, he also feels a sense of pride knowing that you wouldn’t have to use it on him for the same reason you used it on this random student.

He's so gentle with you as if you're made of glass and he loves to play with you hands

he's just a sweetheart over all and loved you dearly.

This didn't change your relationship much other than the fact that now he wants your gloves to be off when ever it's the two of you, i'll let you decide if that's a win or not!

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buckychristwrites · 11 months

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About You | Prologue | j.t.

Pairing: Jamie Tartt x F!Reader

Summary: Your job? Pop culture journalist for The Independent. Your assignment? To write a profile on the cocky footballer that you're publicly feuding with.

Word Count: 0.7k

Warnings: Enemies to lovers

A/N: I've never written for Jamie before so i hope I do him justice. Enjoy! :)

Masterlist | About You Masterlist | Main Blog

The sound of the pen hitting the floor seemed to echo through the quiet room.

He stared passed the corner of his desk, your boss, assumably wondering if you intended to pick it up. But you didn’t, instead continuing to stare at him in complete shock, with a slight mix of horror.

“You can’t be serious.”

Eyes raising back up to you, he leaned back in his chair.

“I was never known to be a joker.”

You searched his expression as if waiting for the joke to appear in his eyes, but you knew that the truth was in his words.

“You want me to do a whole piece on Richmond,” You said, more of a statement than a question. He tilted his head towards his shoulder.

“No,” He said simply. “I want you to do a piece on Jamie Tartt.”

Your eyes rolled up to the ceiling as you shook your head. This was the last thing you had expected him to say when you were called into his office this evening, and it ended up being worse than you possibly imagined.

“I’ve made my opinion of him quite clear,” You reminded him. “To you and the readers-“

“Which is why this is the perfect scenario,” He cut you off. Leaning back in his chair and resting his folded hands over his abdomen, he eyed you. “Crimm is gone. Lasso is gone. A Miss Keely Jones called and requested a piece on Richmond. Something more… personal. She said she wants to remind people of what the team is without Lasso. But I suggested that we make it about Tartt.” He shrugged. “And I had the perfect journalist in mind to write it.” You pointed a finger at him.

“Crimm’s gone because you fired him.”

This time, his smile was strained.

“You and I both know why I had to do that.” He had a warning in his tone, telling you to not go down this road with him again.

You knew saying that wouldn’t really fix the predicament you were in. It just felt nice to argue, in the moment.

It had been a few years since you had joined The Independent as a pop culture journalist, and definitely not a sports writer. However, with Tartt’s exploits in the media, such as his stint on Lust Conquers All and his overall reputation as a complete arsehole, you had plenty of opportunity to write about him outside of the world of footie.

And write about him, you did.

Though you could count the amount of articles you had written about him on one hand over the course of two years, you had become known by fans solely based on your dislike of Tartt. The opinions by the readers was a mixed bag, but it had become clear that they enjoyed the squabble.

“I can’t go from talking rubbish about him to doing a piece on him,” You retorted.

“That there is why this is my most brilliant idea,” He said with no effort to hide his triumph. “The readers will fucking eat this up.”

You stared at the corner of his desk. It was clear that nothing you said would get you out of this.

“So, what does this entail?” Your voice was monotonous, eyes still on the wooden corner. Despite your gaze not being on him, you could sense the arrogant smile on his face.

“You’ll spend a week with the team,” He explained. “Two if you need more time. You’ll go to the next two matches. Interview with Jamie is a must, but maybe get the rest of the team if you can.” A press pass was slid across the table towards you. A defeated look crossed your face as you stared at it.

“When do I start?”

When your gaze found him once more, he smiled at you with deep amusement.

“Tomorrow.”

#jamie tartt #jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt fanfiction #ted lasso fanfiction

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dmc-brainrot · 6 months

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i loved the yamato! reader fic! please continue it! also here is a real question! how do you think the yamato would look as a human?

Eternally Soul Bonded (part 2)

Vergil (DMC5) x Yamato! reader

warnings: reader is a humanoid version of Yamato, reader is also a bit obssessed with Vergil (mild yandere behaviour that seems to be growing), a bit of angst, fluff, mild smut, strangling, things get a bit heavy

summary: after a whole year of you two being together, there seems to be a huge wall separating you two… and you intend to break it by force, no matter what.

word count: 2k

a.n: hi again! thank you so much for the feedback :D! Here's part 2 of the fic!! I posted a small doodle I made about my own interpretation of a personification of Yamato on my blog! Anyway, I hope you enjoy it, I'll probably make a part 3 of this since I'm having fun, and things are getting steamy~ thank you again for your support and my ask box is always open! o/

After what happened between you and Vergil, it seemed the two of you had gotten closer.

It was still unexplainable however, how you had come to exist in the world… as a personification of Yamato, and more. Ever since you had woken up in that body, you felt as if you were no longer simply “Vergil’s sword”, but also a person of your own.

It had been an entire year by now… that you two had been together in this old raggedy apartment. In the beginning, Vergil was training you hard to unlock every potential within you as his sword, ever since you unlocked his Devil Trigger. But, things were different… it felt as if your potential was permanently locked within that body you woke up as.

Training wasn’t the concern now. It wasn’t about whether you still had the potential of Yamato within you or not. It wasn’t about whether Vergil believed you were in fact the sword he’d been looking for the past 20 years. No, the problem was completely different. It was about your connection as one.

It was if… Vergil didn’t know anything about the emotions he was able to feel, because all this time, he had buried those deep inside for the sake of his hunt for power.

After the episode where he broke down crying from the first time, you were expecting, maybe even hoping that you two would grow closer again, that it meant something, and that it’d make a difference.

But it took a completely opposite effect.

Vergil… refused to talk about emotions or his feelings with you after that day. And that’s how the remaining of the year went by.

Obviously you wouldn’t let that be your reality. After all, you had just gotten him back.

…

Vergil was in his room reading when you approached the entrance. It seemed now that things had settled, he was trying to partake in more hobbies other than fighting. He had always enjoyed reading, and there was even a time where he wrote poems, although you weren’t sure if he did that anymore.

He seemed to completely ignore your presence, up until you sat down on the edge of the bed with him. Only then he looked at you.

“What do you want?” He asked in that nasally annoyed tone he always had.

“What are you reading?” You asked, ignoring his cold tone. You were used to it anyway.

“Human fiction is pretty fascinating to me, I’m reading some stories about Norse Myths”

“Do you think those kinds of things are real?”

“What things?”

Great, you two were having an actual conversation. This is how things were supposed to go to begin with.

“Gods, and all sorts of things. We’ve only had to deal with demons and demon Lords… and wannabe angels…” You spoke, leaning against his arm to take a better look at the book he read. “…But do you really think… there is such a thing, as multiple gods… that live up there in the sky?”

Vergil was silent for a moment… you could tell he was tense and uncomfortable, probably because you were so close to him.

“I don’t care about gods in the sky. These are merely myths created by the feeble and limited human mind because their existence is so insignificant in comparison to their surroundings, they feel the need to believe in something greater to be responsible for them.” He spoke even more coldly, closing the book he held. “…Now, what do you want…?”

“…I just wanted to see what you were doing.” You whispered, looking back at him. “…I think… you’re right about that. About gods… and humans.”

“…” Vergil sighed, almost in defeat, opening the book again and continuing his reading. “Do you want me to tell you more?”

Your eyes sparkled with the idea, looking up at him as if he had just offered you salvation.

“Yes…please…”

You ended up falling asleep for a brief moment after a while of Vergil reading to you. But, you could still hear his voice vaguely in the distance.

“…You present yourself as a human, you act and feel like a human, you even have needs like a human…” his raspy and quiet voice echoed in the walls of your mind. “…at first… I thought it was just an elaborated gimmick… to protect yourself against me using your full capabilities…”

“…You… are just like V… so maybe that means… the real Yamato is somewhere out there for me to find… and all I have to do is to merge you two together.”

Oh.

Of course.

He still… wanted just his sword.

You were foolish to think… after a whole year, your relationship was anything more than that.

“…What did you say, Vergil?” You shot your eyes open. They were dark and unforgiving, the light behind them was gone, just in that time where you punctured his heart. There was a coldness and lack of humanity behind your voice, as your bloodlust filled eyes stared right at the man who was tucking you in on the bed.

Vergil seemed surprised as you stared at him, his hands still holding onto the blanket he was using to tuck you in. He froze in place.

“…I’m just… an incomplete half, you say?” You continued, unblinking. “…That, you’re holding onto me just to find the ‘other half’, you say?”

You didn’t move from your spot.

“…So I can go back… to being just your sword… who can’t speak, or feel, right?”

Vergil didn’t move either.

“…I’m not like V.” The room had then filled with an unspeakable amount of despair. “…Do I have to keep proving myself, time and time again for you to understand?”

You sat up finally, holding onto Vergil’s hands and squeezing his wrists tightly so he wouldn’t leave your grasp.

“…Are you that miserable and pathetic without a sword to wield? Do you really only see me as a tool to use and regain power? I have bad news for you Vergil… son of Sparda…” You said as you pulled him closer.

“…You have no control… over the things that happen in your life.” You stared right at his icy blue eyes, eyes that at this moment were still widened in shock. “…You had no control over being trapped in Hell, or becoming some other devil’s puppet knight, or even when Nero was born and absorbed me into him. You were never behind anything, and when you were, you had to split yourself into two to even be able to achieve something.”

“…You’re nothing without the circumstances that present themselves to you. And at the end of the day, even if you do win… Dante never loses, does he? Isn’t that what pisses you off the most?”

“…Stop talking.” Vergil spoke through gritted teeth. “You think talking about my weaknesses will make me cry again like last time? Please. You really are a one-trick pony, aren’t you?”

“I’m not done talking.” You squeezed his wrists again.

“…I know every bit of emotion you feel inside your heart. The anger and jealousy, the envy, the frustration, the pain, the grief, everything. You’re sick and tired of Dante getting his way for everything, that you’re always in the shadows, that he’s always winning and you’re always losing.” You spoke through gritted teeth. “Wondering time and time again if your positions were switched… if you could’ve had a different outcome.”

Vergil’s eyes widened at your words again, you knew he could come out of your grasp at any time, but he chose not to.

“…And you think… that if you have your sword, you’ll try… countless…. and countless of times… to achieve that different outcome.”

“…Why are you… even alive right now, Vergil?”

Vergil let himself go from your grasp. He placed his hands beside you on the bed, and bowed his head for a moment.

“…I see.”

“…You’re saying… I don’t need a sword by my side to get a different outcome?” He smiled a little, before finally looking at you with a gaze you’ve never seen on his face before. “Then… I don’t need you, is that right?”

Before you knew it, his hands were on your throat.

And he started strangling you.

But you weren’t scared. You knew he needed this to overcome his weaknesses.

So you smiled.

“…I really… do love you, Vergil” You spoke with a smile as he strangled you, your eyes filling with small tears as he did, but you couldn’t help yourself. You couldn’t stop smiling.

It was like it had awakened something in him. Not a new power, or ability, or even a new form.

But a new feeling.

Those hands that strangled you, had let go of your neck, to hold onto something else.

And the man who was just now strangling you like he wanted to kill you, was now… using his lips to kiss you.

It was weird, because you had never kissed anyone before, but it felt almost natural to do this, so you kissed him back.

You would never know what clicked inside Vergil’s head for him to do this, you would never know that he was practically seeing a reflection of himself in you. A sword that reminded its master of his weaknesses that needed to be purified. A reminder of why he’s alive. Why he needs to be more powerful.

And oddly enough, that really… aroused him beyond comprehension. It was what motivated him to keep going.

His kisses were rough and sloppy, but it wasn’t much of a problem since you were too. He held your cheeks just as strongly as he did your neck seconds ago, and you were locked in place.

He seemed absolutely desperate. Either it was for affection, or for human touch, or if it was because he wanted to feel powerful again. Maybe all of the above.

But you on the other hand… the amount of pleasure you were getting from his desperation was more than anything you could possibly dream on.

He was yours.

And you were his.

And he was yours, forever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever… until the ends of time, and there was nothing he could do to get rid of you anymore.

“…Take off your clothes, Vergil…”

“Show me… how much you crave power.”

After a year of coldness and barely anything between you, you had finally done it. You had finally broken him.

You had him, right where you wanted him to.

And with the two of you as one, finally there was absolutely nothing that would get in your way again. Because, after all…

You were the strongest.

“Take it off, Vergil… Let’s… become one.” You smirked, offering your arms for him.

He stared down at you for a moment longer, as if he had been presented with a choice he couldn’t back away from.

And so he made his choice.

He took off his shirt, exposing his toned form, and slowly began to unbuckle his pants.

There was no turning back now… he was finally becoming one with the one person that would always be the only one for him eternally so.

He leaned down, kissing you again, this time rougher, and even more desperate. He moved his hands to your legs, lifting them up and making sure they were wrapped around his form, locking you in.

You wrapped your arms around him, and you could feel the warmth his crazed desperation was emanating… and despite never having done this before you incorporated in this body, it all felt natural to you, like before.

This would be a very… long night.

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void-ink-studios · 5 months

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Kiss of Life

I hope y'all are happy. You infested my brain with fankid worms. I both love and hate every single one of you for encouraging this.

So, I guess enjoy part one of however many parts I decide to write. Today's adventure: Scarab's crippling fear of not being enough and realizing he's not as alone as he thinks he is.

Note, this is a direct continuation of Wrath of the Wishmaster. If you haven't read that, you can read it all under the "Wrath of the Wishmaster" tag on my blog, or read it in its entirety on AO3 here.

Heads up for this chapter: There's implied sexual content.

Word Count: 3,800

“I’m not sure if you can hear me from in there…” Scarab sighed. He let his mandibles click quietly as he sat in front of the burrow’s entrance. “It’s… it’s me. Your Papa…”

What was he doing? This wasn’t natural… none of this was natural to him… Why was he pretending like he knew anything about what he was doing?

“I’m… Prismo, your father, he… he said talking is good for young…”

He chittered, letting his talons link together as he tried his best to stay alert.

He was so tired… When was the last time he slept?

“But… Well, he’s not like me… He’s human… Actually, I’m not sure he’s even that. He’s the dream of a human. It’s funny, almost. Infinite cosmic power, still bound by a… mammalian brain. Although, I wonder if I’m any better.”

He chuffed, thinking about Prismo. His Prismo. His sweet, beautiful, frightened Prismo.

So, so frightened…

It’s not like Scarab wasn’t. Far from it, in fact.

He wasn’t sure how good of a front he was holding, but he at least didn’t try to let it show. He needed to be strong. For Prismo and the little one in the burrow behind him. But dear Glob, was he terrified.

“...He’s worried about you… He’s worried we’re not holding you right now. Says that babies need to be held. I… I wouldn’t know much about how mammal babies need to be reared… I take his word on it. But… Well, you’re my kin too. And I know how important the brood burrow is…”

He felt aimless in this one sided conversation. He pressed his head against the wall, listening for anything. Any sign of life.

“I’m not sure if you know how… hard it is… To resist digging you out early… Please. I need one hint that you’re okay. Give me some sign that you’ll emerge, and I get to hold you.”

He listened again. He wasn’t sure if the walls were too thick, or if any noise was too quiet, or if… something worse had happened. But, regardless of reason, it was still the same outcome. Silence.

He made a wounded sound, clicking his talons together as he fought to stay awake. When did his eternity come to this?

He blamed Life.

He was so swept up in the excitement of seeing her again that he didn’t think of the implications of what happened that night.

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There was something... decidedly off about Life today.

First it was even a shock she made an appearance at all today. Ever since... what happened to her family, Life mostly pulled away from the social affairs of the gods.

Scarab couldn't blame her.

Death was a loss that hit all of them hard. A distinct hole in their hearts, one that was only rubbed raw at the attitude of his successor.

Scarab had only met Death's child once or twice before everything went to flames. Aggressive, stubborn, immature. Expected for such a young thing, unfortunate for the child of two of the most respected gods in the pantheon, and painfully unready for the destiny he was bestowed.

When he and Prismo got the news... Scarab had not known pain like that in millennia. Death was his friend. One of his first. One of the only gods who treated him with kindness from the start. Prismo and Cos were equally devastated.

It was the first funeral the Pantheon hosted in a long time.

It was at that funeral that Scarab spoke to New Death and Life for the last time.

New Death proceeded to brush off everyone as "old and lame" and disappeared to the Dead Worlds, never to come out.

Life just sighed sadly, thanked them for coming, pecked each of them on the cheek, and left for the Well of Life.

Life hadn't been seen since, not until New Death fell to an old fox. And even then, it was only to say a curt hello to Mr. Fox as the latest incarnation of Death. And to tell Prismo that Finn and Jake had decided to reincarnate. That he might see his friends again, someday.

It was a... difficult swirl of emotions that day. For a lot of different reasons.

So, seeing Life at all was... complicated. Prismo was elated, showing her all of the strange flowers that their wish magic had created. She chuckled quietly and listened to the Wishmaster and his blabbering.

Scarab was unsure on how to approach her. He missed her, dearly. He understood why she pulled away but... couldn't help but feel hurt by it. They might not have loved Death the way she did, but they were still his friends. They all would've been there for her. For each other.

But... well, he thought of what he'd be like if he lost Prismo. He couldn't blame her.

Wait, were they coming closer?

Oh Glob, look alive Scarab.

"Ah, Scarab dear, how are you?"

"I'm okay, Life. It's nice to see you here. It's been... too long."

"Yes, it has... and, for that, I'm sorry. But, I just... something compelled me here. To you, and Prismo. You two seem to be well."

"Yeah, things have been pretty great! Life, you gotta come to game night, we'd love to see you again." Prismo pulled Scarab into his side, making the beetle chirp in surprise.

"I know... I'd love to spend more time with you boys as well. It's just... things have been... difficult."

Scarab hummed, nodding. "We understand, Life. But, we insist, the Time Room is always open to you, no questions asked. We'd love to have you."

Life smiled sadly, humming.

"I might take you up on that offer, Scarab. You'll have to tell me all about these lovely little blooms you've somehow created. They're utterly fascinating. It's not every day new life is created."

Scarab felt his face blush a little, but smiled, taking her hand in his. "Come, let's enjoy the party. Have some punch."

It was nice, spending time with Life again.

She laughed, she danced with Cos, she told stories about the many souls that passed through her Grotto every day.

She seemed lighter.

Scarab wasn’t sure what had changed, but it was welcome. Anything to have this small piece of his friend back.

When all was said and done, and things were winding down, Life stuck around. She seemed to be pondering the Time Room, and the lovely secret garden of crystals and flowers the pair had created for themselves.

“I still don’t understand it” she whispered.

“What’s that, Life” Prismo asked.

“Something… compelled me here, my dear. I’m not sure what.”

Scarab hummed, considering. “Perhaps it was simply the Dream Liles, Life. You said yourself, it’s not every day new life is created.”

She narrowed her eyes, deep in thought. She sighed, before smiling at the two Wishmasters.

“Perhaps you’re right, Scarab. I should… be going now, I think. It was nice, seeing you boys again.”

“Feel free to ring any time, Life!”

Life smiled at Prismo’s sweet words, her heads uncoiling and placing a kiss on both Scarab and Prismo’s cheeks. Small flowers bloomed from the spot, until they fell away to the floor.

“Have a good evening, my dears.”

And with that, she was gone.

As Scarab returned to cleaning, he felt the tell tale tingle of a certain Wishmaster’s arms winding snuggly around his waist and chest.

“Prismo.”

“Hmmmm?”

“Prismo, we need to clean this up.”

“The trash will still be there in a few hours, Lovebug…”

Scarab rolled his eyes, turning his head to lock eyes with the pink Wishmaster. “You’re incorrigible.”

“I didn’t hear a no.”

“Prismo, there is a non-zero percent chance someone comes back because they forgot something. As much as I love your touch, that is not something I wish to share with the rest of the pantheon.”

Prismo chuckled, kissing the back of his neck. “Greedy bug. Keeping me all to yourselves?”

“As if you wouldn’t bite at anyone who tried to pull those embarrassing noises from me. You’re just as greedy.”

“Hmm… Guilty. Still not hearing a no.”

Scarab shivered as Prismo gave his waist a light squeeze, his fingers starting to trace the grooves in his shell, spots he knew would make the Auditor melt under the touch.

“...Let me at least finish cleaning. If you’re going to make a mess, might as well get this one out of the way.”

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Scarab felt his mind drift back to the present. He sighed, nuzzling his head against the wall he leaned against.

“...I wish I could reassure him. Your father loves you very much, already. I do too.”

He tapped his talons against the featureless gray blocks of the Time Room’s basement, thinking.

“I’ve never known a member of my kind to… say such things about their children. Much less guard the brood burrow like this…” He paused, thinking about home. “Where I’m from… well, children are raised by everyone. Protected by everyone around you. In my old life, that was part of my job… I’d walk around to make sure nothing was getting into the brood burrows. Keep little grubs like you safe… You’d be safe, in the Mounds…”

He sighed, shaking his head. Thinking like that would do no good, it just worked him up again.

“You’re safe here… I know in my heart, you’re much safer here than you would be in a real burrow.”

There was nothing that could get into the Time Room that Prismo or Scarab didn’t want to be there. Much less the basement. No wayward wishmaker, no unwelcomed god, no weather or predators could even get a sniff of this place.

He knew that. He knew Prismo knew that.

And yet, here he was, with his sword at the ready, guarding it religiously.

“I don’t know if I’m ready for you… All my life, I was taught that it takes a community to raise a child. When I left the Mounds and interacted with mortals, I couldn’t believe that some children were raised by a single adult. Or even by a single other child. It was inconceivable to me, the responsibility. And yet…”

He wondered, vaguely, what Cricket would do. He wondered if Cricket ever had a brood of their own. He thought they would. The thought didn’t do much other than squeeze his heart.

“...Sometimes I wish I could reassure myself. But… I suppose talking helps. A compromise. We can’t hold you, not yet, but I can at least speak to you.”

He pondered what he was doing exactly. “I feel like death. But I’m not leaving you. Not until I know you’re safe. If that takes until the day you emerge, so be it.”

He thought of the Mounds again. What it would’ve been like to grow up without everyone else around.

He couldn’t do this. He couldn’t do this by himself, why did he have to do this without his mound? He hadn’t considered children after leaving home. It wasn’t possible. He couldn’t keep a child happy and safe by himself, he was barely managing to guard this burrow, which he was tasked to do once upon a time.

What had happened to him?

Maybe the eternity of life had changed him. Maybe Prismo’s mammalian sentimentality was rubbing off on him. Maybe…

He clutched his stomach absently.

“...You are the first egg I’ve ever had, little one. Quite possibly the only egg I’ll ever have.”

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Scarab knew something was different. His belly felt… heavy in a way it never had before.

He felt skittish. Defensive, even. Like everything was a threat.

He was clingy to Prismo. He hid in burrows much more often, even when he was feeling better than usual. He hissed at overly aggressive Wishmakers.

But, above all, he felt that heaviness.

He thought he was sick, somehow. In all his millenia of life, he’d never gotten… ill. But maybe it had finally happened. Living forever at least guarantees everything will eventually happen.

He’s never taken a day off. So, it was nice to have the vacation days saved up, despite the look of mild surprise the Organizer had when he turned in his paperwork.

So, he was free to relax in the Time Room. But he still wasn’t sure what was wrong.

It was worrying him.

At least Prismo was as doting as he was. The Wishmaster stayed curled around him most of the time, keeping his proboscis wet with tea and soup, constantly warm in soft blankets. He couldn’t ask for anything better, in all honesty.

“How’s my Lovebug today? Any better?”

Scarab chirped distantly, shaking his head. “I wish I knew what was happening… I don’t like this… this useless feeling.”

Prismo hummed, touching Scarab’s forehead. No fever. This whole thing baffled the Wishmaster as much as it did the Auditor.

Then Prismo did something he hadn’t yet, mostly because Scarab hissed at him when he tried. But today, the beetle was just distracted enough to let his hand approach tenderly.

He touched Scarab’s stomach.

At first, the beetle tensed, starting to hiss, even considering biting Prismo’s hand for the audacity. But, after a moment, the urge died. The hiss stuttered to a stop. Something in his hindbrain flipped a switch.

Scarab felt his body relax, truly relax, probably for the first time in days. His wings vibrated absently, a soft purr falling from his mandibles.

“Woah… Lovebug, you okay?”

Scarab felt his brain go a little dumb. Things slowed, and a pleasant cloud fell over his thoughts. He didn’t verbally respond, instead offering a quiet chirp in affirmation.

Prismo was… well, completely confused. Scarab didn’t relax like this even on the best of days. It just… didn’t compute with the beetle’s wiring. He was always alert, always attentive, always aware. He’s never seen his love so… limp.

Should he be worried…?

The Wishmaster curled around him, continuing to pet gently, pressing kisses to the side of Scarab’s head.

Their lives continued like that for a few days longer. Scarab would eat, he’d sleep, and then he’d cling like a tic. He was still worried, especially after Prismo told him what happened when his stomach was touched, but he decided to not dwell on it. It had to be over soon.

And, in a way, it was.

Because Life then stormed into the Time Room muttering something. Prismo thought he recognized the language, a long distant one…

It took a moment for that to sink in. Then the Wishmaster felt his stomach drop.

Uh oh. She only spoke like that when… something major was happening.

He held the sleeping Scarab close, making nervous noises as the goddess approached them.

“Unbelievable! Were you not planning on telling me?!”

“U-Uhm… What?”

“Do not play dumb with me, young man” she scolded. A mane of snakes erupted from her shoulders as she continued to pace and babble, finally arousing Scarab from his slumber.

“Hmm… Life…? Is that you?”

“Scarab! How could you not tell me?!”

Prismo felt Scarab bristle as she spoke.

“Tell you… what?”

“Of all goddesses not to tell! The audacity!” She whirled around, glaring down at the two younger gods in sheer frustration.

Scarab made a nervous noise, one Prismo is familiar with. One that he made when he was afraid something might hit him.

Nope, that wouldn’t fly.

“Life!” The goddess stopped pacing, a little startled by Prismo’s sudden raise in volume. “You need to calm down. You’re making Scrabby nervous. We don’t know what you’re talking about, Wishmaster’s honor.”

That seemed to at least make the goddess stop and breathe. Her extra snakes slowly retreated back into her shoulders as she leaned in close to examine Scarab.

“You… You don’t know…?”

Scarab shook his head. “What’s this about, Life…?”

She finally cracked a smile, running a gentle hand over the top of his head. She hushed him as he made a nervous noise, which soon fell into small, pleased trills.

“Scarab dear… You bare life. New life.”

There was a loud silence in the Time Room as both Wishmasters stared at the goddess. There was a beat. Then two. Then maybe three more.

“...What…?”

Scarab’s voice sounded so small.

“You bare life, Scarab. I can feel it.”

Scarab clutched his stomach, feeling that weight again. It felt… solid. Round.

No… he couldn’t be…

“Life… Life, are you certain?”

“It is my duty to be certain, Scarab. There is an egg, deep in your core. And it is alive.” She pressed a gentle hand onto his belly, nodding definitively.

Prismo was silent. Too silent. The beetle reached for the Wishmaster’s hand, making a pleading noise.

“Prismo…?”

He didn’t look up at the dream. He felt the grip around him loosen, the hands moments ago keeping him snug and warm now trembling in the air around him, dragging a wounded sound from Scarab.

“...Prismo, please say something…”

“An… An egg…” The Wishmaster’s voice was so much smaller than he’d ever heard. He made a few aborted starts before going silent again.

“I know this is… a lot to take in dears, especially if it was not expected… Just know, I am here for the both of you. Whatever it is you chose to do.”

Scarab chewed on his talons, millions of thoughts racing through his head at once. “...W-Wait… one egg? Are you certain it’s only one…?”

“Yes Scarab. Only one.”

“That’s… that’s not right… m-my species, we’re supposed to… carry clutches of 4, at least… S-Some of them don’t make it… You’re telling me I only have one chance…?”

His mind was falling apart.

One egg.

That’s why he never suspected an egg of all things to be the cause of his odd feelings. The elders at the mounds always described it differently. That one could feel the individual eggs as they grew.

But he only had one.

“I… Did… Am I…” There were so many things he tried and failed to ask. He felt tears spring to his eyes, his heart thudding behind his shell. “A-Am I failing already…? Why don’t I have a clutch? Am I defective?” His thoughts were spiraling, and he couldn’t hear Life’s reassurances over them.

He must’ve done something to fail already. Maybe eternity made him nearly barren. Maybe his life as an Auditor did more damage than he thought. Maybe… he wasn’t fit to carry eggs, something about him was wrong, that must’ve been it.

“Lovebug.”

All of his thoughts stuttered to a halt. He hadn’t even realized his breathing was failing him. His face felt wet.

He felt hands, warm hands, wind around him again. He nearly sobbed in relief at their return, his whole body trembling. “I-I’m sorry… I-I’m sorry I’m not a good carrier…”

“No, no Lovebug. I’m sorry. I’m sorry I froze. I was so startled by the news, I didn’t know what to think. You didn’t do anything wrong, baby, nothing wrong.”

Scarab shook his head, sobbing into Prismo’s chest. The Wishmaster hushed him, running gentle hands all around his body before one settled on his belly, just like before.

“We’re in this together, okay? You know we are, Lovebug. But you are not defective. I would never think of you like that. We’re going to take this one step at a time. Whatever you think we need to do.”

Scarab didn’t move for a long time. He let the fog settle over his brain as he tuned out the world around him.

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Scarab felt like a mess. He wiped the tears away from his eyes as he took another cleansing breath.

“I wish I could hear you, little one… I wish I knew I was making the right choices…”

He traced nonsense patterns onto the floor as he thought.

“You know what keeps me going? Thinking about what you might emerge as. I wonder what your wings may look like. I hope you have your father’s kind soul. I hope you have my focus.”

He had tried many times before this to picture his child. He wondered if they’d stay pure red, like him. Or if Prismo’s colors might bleed in somewhere. But, no matter how he thought about it, the image would slip through his fingers, like water. He sighed, rubbing his face.

“I don’t know what I’m doing, little one. But… I hope you know, despite everything that may come to pass, I love you already. You’re my little grub. I can’t wait to meet you. And… I hope you can forgive an old beetle for whatever… mistakes I may make.”

He didn’t see Prismo, watching from around the corner. He didn’t see the Wishmaster’s worried, sad smile as he listened to Scarab’s little speech.

But Prismo saw the tears. The worry lines etched into his partner’s brow and eyes.

“There is so much I want to teach you… I’ve been all around the multiverse. I’ve seen things most can only imagine. I hope to one day show it to you, even if only a fraction. I look forward to the day we can fly together, through the void. Even if you might not get it the first few tries, I’ll be there to catch you. I wasn’t a strong flier myself when I was young.”

He smiled tiredly to himself as he imagined.

“I’m not sure if this is what Prismo meant when he said to talk to you. I’m not sure if you can process the words I’m saying. Or if just hearing my voice is enough. I wonder if reading the dictionary would have the same effect. None of this is natural for me… But for you, I will try anyway, my little star. So… if you can hear me, I’m not sure if you understand what I’m saying. But… well, I hope you can understand this.”

Scarab began to chirp, slowly humming into a song. It was a soft one, something relaxed to be carried by the air. A mix of low rumbles, gentle chirps, and light whistling. He felt his eyelids grow heavy, but onwards he persisted.

The Wishmaster slowly approached the beetle, sitting down quietly next to him. He pulled Scarab into a warm embrace.

“Sleep, Lovebug.”

He shook his head. “Have to watch… Have to keep them safe…”

“You’ve done such a good job, baby… But you need rest. I’ll take over from here for now. You can stay right here. Just… please, sleep Scarab.”

Scarab still looked hesitant.

“Promise me… promise me you’ll wake me if something happens…”

“Of course. Like I said, we’ll stay right here. Get some rest, beautiful.”

The warm touches going up and down his back were certainly tempting. His eyes felt so heavy. His body trembled, finally giving up, leaning into Prismo’s chest.

“There we go. Sleep now. I’ll keep everything safe. I’ll keep you both safe.”

Scarab let a pitiful chirp fall from his mouth before his eyes slid closed. Yes, Prismo would hold down the fort…

As much as it overwhelmed him to think about raising a child alone, that was something to remember.

He wasn’t alone.

Not as long as he had Prismo.

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The intimacy of being understood

Chapter 2

Matty Healy x f!reader

A/N: Helloo, back with this baby...I really love this story since the start so I hope you're excited for more :)) Please let me know what you think!!

Warnings: PANIC ATTACK, slight mention of death, breakups, hurt feelings, typos.

Word count: 2. 7 k

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The almost angelic sound of the bell made her look up from her book. A new customer, no one she knew. The woman wasn’t Matty. Y/n sighed, blaming Kate for making her create this new set of expectations about seeing Matty. She didn’t like the warmth that erupted on her chest re-thinking about the chats they had.

Every day, the door opened or someone passed by, she gave herself the chat about how those feelings weren’t hers; how is just a reflection of Kate’s excitement about meeting one of her favourite artists. Y/n calmed down after that inner conversation until the minimal movement took her attention and her mind pictured Matty’s curls, or his sweet smile.

She shook her head, trying to get back to the book waiting for her. At the same time, she was aware of the woman walking around the shop.

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The day passed on a blur for Y/n. A handful of people came and go, some bought books, some of them didn’t. It was a good day for the shop, even when the owner had her head else where.

“Thank you.” she said to the supplier.

“See ya’ next week.” the man exited the place, closing the door behind him.

Y/n waited for his van to disappeared, to turn the sign from ‘open’ to ‘close’. Once that was done, she faced the boxes all around her, full of books waiting to be sorted. Y/n huffed. The woman tried to find the energy she didn’t have at the end of her working day. Y/n thought maybe some music would help.

After a few clicks around the computer’s screen, sooner, upbeat music surrounded the bookshop. Y/n moved her head, trying to follow the rhythm of the song, dragging the first box closer to the ladder leaning on one of the walls full of shelves with books. She grabbed a handful of the new collection and started climbing up.

She worked on automatic mode, when a voice startled her.

“Enjoying the music?” her body trembled, the ladder responding to it, moving abruptly. Y/n held the sides of it with too much strength, her knuckles turned white. The remaining books that were on her hand flying until they fell beside Matty standing at the bottom of the ladder. The singer dodged the books, holding the ladder firm, so she didn’t fell.

“Fuck! Sorry, you- oh my god.” Y/n noticed she was breathing quickly.

Matty looked up with puppy eyes, “I’m sorry, Y/n. Didn’t mean to.” he was truly sorry. “Let me help you.” he offered.

“No, I got it.” she was too self-sufficient –to not say stubborn.

“I insist.”

“Matty…” she protested. “Go and read! I have this.” Y/n tried to reassure him, gifting the man with a smile.

“Know you do.” Matty continued fighting, taking his coat and jumper off, leaving them on the big couch. “Not in the mood for reading, really.” he shared, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt. Y/n couldn’t help to admire his strong forearms. “Get down” Matty used a stern tone.

“Excuse me?”

“I said, get down.”

“Matty.”

“Don’t be stubborn.” Matty noticed with satisfaction how she tried to find the right words. It was obvious she was struggling.

“I’m not.”

“Then get down.” Matty dared her. He stared, admiring her soft eyes. After a few minutes, she looked far from him and –defeated– walked down. She took the fallen books, meanwhile Matty giggled softly.

Y/n tried to look presentable, arranging her clothes. Matty stood in front of her with a winning smile. He was happy to be in the shop after very long weeks.

“Hey.” he greeted Y/n properly.

She felt her cheeks hotter than expected, “Hi.”

“Can I have those?” Matty titled his head towards the books Y/n was holding against her chest.

“If you insist.” she tried to joke, look relaxed passing them.

He winked his eye, saying, “Thank you.”

The singer proceed to climb like she had done before he showed up a few minutes ago. Y/n followed his form, trying really hard to prevent her eyes to follow how his shirt tensed up and the cloth of his pants tighten around his perfect bottom. Her face was burning when she detached her eyes from Matty, going to open another box of books. ‘What’s wrong with me’.

“So, are you listening to the 1975?” Matty made conversation from the top, leaving the books, copying the way Y/n presented the rest.

“Who?” she asked confused, which made Matty chuckled.

“The songs that have been playing…”

Y/n looked back to the computer. “Ah, no. Kate made this playlist and somehow sets everything, so I can’t change it. I’m starting to like it, though.” she admitted.

“Because you have no choice?” Matty planted his feet on the floor, extending his hand to receive more books from her.

“Because they’re good. Didn’t know the name.”

It warmed his chest knowing she was so natural, so sincere and true to herself.

“They’re alright.” the singer tried really hard to not break his facade about the band. He was having fun with it, and it was a nice way to know what she really thought about them, about him.

“I like the change of voices the singer does.”

“Do you? Don’t think he’s a bit lame?”

“No, he’s fantastic.” Y/n contradicted him, almost offended by his question. “Do you like them? This the 1985?”

He laughed loud this time, “1975.” Matty softly corrected her. “Yeah, listen to them quite a lot.” He wasn’t lying.

“Good.”

“Kate is a big fan.”

“Is she here today?” Matty asked, without noticing the pain on her face. The woman thought that maybe he got a crush on her or something. The thought of Matty coming back because he fancied Kate and not for their conversations hurt her.

“No, disappointed? She’s sing-“ Y/n tried to play it cool, failing miserably.

Although Matty cut her short, “Just asking.”

“Oh, sorry.”

“And if me coming here is about someone, it’s mainly about you.”

Y/n cringed when she heard her mouth spat a, “Doubt that.” as a reflex reply.

“You have a wonderful place here.” the singer tried to save the moment.

“I've noticed you liked it.”

“Did you?” Y/n ignored the suggestive tone.

“I don’t have many regulars…”

Matty jumped from the second to last step to the floor. “You break my heart.”

“Liar.” Y/n mumbled, making him laugh again. “So, why aren’t you in the mood for reading today? If you don’t mind me as-“

“My ex and… the breakup.” Matty was so sincere sometimes during their conversations, making her feel special, even though he was probably like that with a lot of people.

“Sorry, you dont-“

“Didn’t happen today…but y’know how this stuff works…”

“Can’t say…no, I’ve-“ Y/n felt her palms gathered a moister it wasn’t there seconds ago. Her mind fogging with thoughts about how to move, what to say, how to breath. However, Matty didn’t seem to notice at first and continued working.

“Have you ever had a boyfriend?” he asked like nothing. The singer could never tell Y/n was feeling suffocated by her clothes and her own skin. She gasped for air, pulling the collar of her jumper but that didn’t help even a bit.

“I did, I just-“ Y/n felt the walls closing down, approaching her little by little. Everything seemed too much at the moment. Speaking was a difficult task. She tried to steady her breathing, “I’m sorry, I- what I was saying?” Y/n pressed her palm against her forehead.

Her broken sentences warned Matty. The man turned around, analysing her factions rapidly.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes, I-“ Jason’s face showing up on her mind felt like someone was pushing her soul away from her body. Y/n stumbled back a few steps, without noticing Matty ran towards her.

“Y/n?” he asked.

She couldn’t look back or even replied. The words were wrong, her tongue was heavy inside her mouth and didn’t respond to her brain instructions. Her limbs started to failing too.

“Hey, hey…sit down.” Matty urged her, guiding her weak body closer to the couch. The singer kneeled down in front of her “Panic?” Y/n refrained from speaking, she replied with a nod. “Okay, do you need me to do anything?” she looked inside his eyes, but a fog blinded her. “Y/n!” Matty snapped, bringing her back. The woman blinked a couple of times. “Repeat what I do.” he instructed Y/n repeating a breathing pattern.

“That’s good, love.” he praised her. “Do you want me to hold your hand?” she nodded again. “Okay, I'm here…let it pass, Y/n.”

Matty’s eyes never left her face and her shoulders. He felt the urge to hold her body closer, even though he knew that wasn’t everyone's go-to tool during a panic attack. Matty kept drawing different patterns –letters and circles– on her hand, trying to bring her mind back.

The frontman repeated the words ‘in’ and ‘out’ from time to time, when Y/n couldn’t help holding her breath. He patted her hand slightly, so she looked directly into his eyes and they started again.

After a while, Matty saw how her body started to relax, and his copied her. He didn’t notice he was tense, expecting her to relax. Once the veil shielding her eyes disappeared, Matty dared to speak again.

“Can I sneak in the back to get you water?”

“Yes.” Y/n spoke for the first time, the sound coming out strangled and weird.

“Stay right here.”

Matty left, leaving an exhausted Y/n sitting on the centre of the shop. She looked outside, noticing it started to rain. Her eyes fell on the door, looking at the sign of open/close.

Her body filled with a wave of self consciousness, thinking how she had a panic attack in front of Matty. She prayed for the floor to swallow her form

“Here.” Matty came to his previous position, knelling in front of Y/n. His attentive sight on her, watching how she emptied the glass. “Better?”

“Yes, thank you. I’m sorry.” she left the glass beside them on the floor.

“None of that.”

Y/n hid her face behind her hands, “I’m so embarrassed.”

“Y/n, there’s nothing to be ashamed of. Had a lot of them myself.”

“Really?”

“Yes, specially after the breakup with…well, ex-girlfriend now. We were going to marry, and I’m not coping well with things. Your shop is the only place I feel secure enough, away from her memory- Sorry, you didn’t ask-“

It was her time to interrupt him, taking his warm hand on hers, “Thanks for sharing this with me, Matty.”

“Y/n?”

“Yes?”

“Did I say or do something to upset you?” Matty asked, still holding Y/n’s hand. His warmth was comforting.

“I-“

“It’s fine, you don’t have to…”

Y/n couldn’t repress a thought coming to the front of her head. It was a very used phrase, she heard it before many times, even though it was the first time she felt it. Y/n believed about feeling had met him ages ago –not only months–, or during another life. She never felt something similar with Jason, it was another range of emotions.

“Boyfriend.” she struggled to say it finally.

“Bad breakup?”

Matty let go of her hand, feeling cold without her soft skin glutted to his.

“Not…really.” Y/n made a pause. “He’s not around any more…like, I can even say it even when month have passed…he’s not ali- he d-“ she chocked on her words, feeling tears streaming down her face.

The singer wasn’t sure if it was a matter of empathy or selfishness to taker her hand again between his. Matty always, since he met her, felt the urge to be around Y/n. It was an itch under his skin, repeating her name.

“I’m so sorry to hear that, Y/n. I’m such an idiot to mention-“

“You didn’t know.”

“Still.”

“Thanks for staying today…and coming back to the shop…” she dared to say.

“I love this place, you do an amazing job.”

The heat came back to her cheeks. “Thanks.”

“I’ll finish with the books, okay? Don’t move!” he instructed her, trying to be funny so she cheered up a little.

Y/n laughed at his antics. “Okay.”

Matty kept the conversation going. He did more of the talking than Y/n because he understood she was exhausted after the attack. The woman noticed his effort adding the fact that he did all the work she was supposed to be doing. He was an angel who didn’t fall from the skin, he simply walked into his life. Y/n felt grateful with universe.

*********

It was pitch black outside when Matty finished unboxing –what felt like– hundreds of boxes with the new collection of books.

“I'll free you from my presence now.” the singer informed her, putting back on his jumper and coat. She didn’t want to see him leave, but it wasn’t fair to delay him more.

“Oh, shit…it’s really late, I’m sorry.” she truthfully said.

Time with him passed quickly.

“Please, don’t! It was a good evening.”

“Really?” she crocked an eyebrow. ‘How grounding someone after a panic attack equals a good evening’.

“Yes.”

Y/n stood up from the couch, fixing her clothes, so her eyes weren’t glutted to Matty’s face. “Good to know I didn’t scare you off.” she teased him.

“Never.” the firm reply made her blush.

“Well, see you around, Matty.” Y/n said goodbye, standing awkwardly away from him.

He looked at her one more time and started walking closer to the door. “I’ll see you soon, Y/n.”

“Bye.”

The breeze from outside washed the room. Matty’s body was almost entirely out of the shop when he abruptly turned around. The action surprised Y/n, who was staring at him.

“Oh, Y/n…” he said, as if he remembered something.

“Yeah?”

“I have to travel for…work. So, I won’t be here for a month or two. Please don’t believe I ran away.” his eyes stared back into her’s from across the place. He was moving anxiously on his place while he spoke, it was a sweet scene.

“Ah, okay. Don’t worry, good luck with work!” she wished for him.

“Thanks.”

After that, Matty walked outside, turning to his right, giving her a chance to look at the singer through the showcase.

*****

Five minutes after Matty left, Kate opened the door. She was visibly tired, even though Y/n’s friend had promised to pay for dinner that day, and she couldn’t let her best friend down.

“Hello, my dear…ready for dinner?” she asked as the father of a family coming back from work.

“Oh, hi! You won't believe who just left.”

“The King?” Kate asked and Y/n shook her head. “Just tell me, I’m too tired for this.” Y/n’s friend urged her to speak, rubbing her eyes.

“Matty was here.”

“What? When? Where? Is he-” Kate started to look around the shop.

Y/n clarified with a smug smile on her face, “He left five minutes ago…”

“You have to be kidding me!”

“He helped with the new collection of books. They arrived today.” Y/n explained, turning the computer off, so they can leave.

“Matty Healy helped you with what?” Kate rested her arms heavy on the front desk watching her friend move.

“I was listening to your playlist and doing it myself, then he came in.”

Kate gasped, “Wait, wait!” she repeated. “You were listening to ‘the 1975’ with Matty Healy?”

“Yes! He mentioned the band!” Y/n innocently answered.

“Y/n, you’re truly something else.” Kate started laughing, resting her forehead on the wood surface.

“Hey!” she protested.

“Babe, he’s the lead singer of the 1975!” Kate enlightened her, turning her head enough, watching how Y/n’s face changed.

Y/n hid her mouth with the palm of her hand. “Oh my god!” she had embarrassed herself twice in front of Matty.

“He didn’t tell you?” Kate pushed her head up.

“No?”

Kate squinted her eyes, “Interesting.”

“Please, don’t start.” Y/n asked, walking towards the front door.

“I wasn’t.” Kate walked behind her, pushing her hands up –showing her innocence.

“Fine, let’s go.” the owner of the bookshop said, turning the lights off.

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Ruggie Bucchi: An Attempt Was Made

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Ruggie Bucchi: Attempts Were Made

You weren’t sure if he was just that dense, or perhaps he just didn’t like you. Your slight annoyance and anxiety towards the man always seemed to grow as the days passed, and you never knew what to do about it. You liked him, you assumed he liked you back, if the blush that always painted his cheeks was anything to go by. The biggest issue was he simply always ran off before you ever had an opportunity to confess to him.

Your mind began replaying all your previous attempts as you sat on the couch at ramshackle, wondering what you had done wrong.

Attempt 1: The Donut Shop

The first attempt had been simple, it was the weekend and, as Crowley had no authority over you with how much blackmail you had on him, he allowed you off campus whenever you wanted. A small perk for helping him all the time doing his finances as an unpaid secretary. You had dragged Ruggie out of his dorm early in the morning, the man still half asleep as he complained about needing to wake up Leona if he wanted to get paid later, but you assured him he’d be fine for an hour or two. The angry lion cub probably wanted to sleep in more anyway since he had nothing else to do.

“Come on Ruggie, we gotta go!” You said, leaving the gates of the school. Ruggie was still half asleep and in sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt. His unruly hair was somehow worse than normal as he didn’t have time to do anything. In his defense, you did kind of break into his dorm and drag him out against his will at six in the morning.

“Where are we even going?” Ruggie said, stifling a yawn as you continued dragging him by his hand. He was slowly waking up and realized that you two had already left the front gates of the school, but he couldn’t be damned to care. He doubted Crowley would get onto him about it since you were there with him.

“Somewhere special…but we gotta go early or else it won’t be as good.” You explained before hearing a familiar voice. Your name was carried on the wind and you turned around, seeing both Jack and Vil on a morning run together. An odd pair for sure, but nothing too crazy.

“Oh, morning guys!” You said, noticing it was Jack that called out to you.

“Where are you guys going? You know you’re not supposed to leave campus unless you have permission from the dorm head.” Jack said and you snorted.

“I am the dorm head…and Crowley is fine with it.” You explained as you squeezed Ruggie’s hand a bit tighter.

“Ah…” Jack noticed you were holding onto Ruggie’s hand and raised his eyebrows. He seemed to have something on his mind, but opted to not comment on it.

“Be safe, and remember don’t cause any trouble outside campus.” Vil said, crossing his arms as he came to the same conclusion.

“I promise, we won’t!” You said and waved them off. Ruggie grumbled something as you two made your way to town. The morning air was crisp as you walked through the normally crowded streets. It was so quiet at the moment that it felt like it was just the two of you there, which made your heart speed up.

Then you saw it, the little bakery you were wanting to show Ruggie. You walked in, being greeted with the sweet smell of freshly made donuts and breads. Your mouth was already watering at the thought of getting to snack on something this early. It was all made in the morning, typically they got there around three in the morning to have everything set up.

The owner greeted you two and Ruggie was finally waking up. His eyes widened as he realized what was going on, and a large, dopey grin spread on his face. You swore you could see him drooling a bit as started walking closer before noticing something. He looked down between you two and finally, in his now awakened state, realized you had been holding hands the entire time.

“Ah!” He said, taking his hand back and holding it to his chest, a blush creeping onto his cheeks, “What was that for?” He said and you smiled.

“Good, you finally noticed, Rugs. Now come on, let’s get some breakfast.” You said, walking over to the counter. Ruggie looked over the confections and then the price tags. He shuddered at the price and looked over at you.

“So uh…you payin’?” He asked, knowing he didn’t have his wallet on him.

“Obviously.” You said, showing him your wallet, “Order whatever you want.” You said and he did just that, ordering about ten things at once so he’d have some stuff to take back with him at the dorm. You smiled at how excited he looked, his tail wagging as he finished making his order. You placed your own and went to pay, then grabbed everything in the bags.

“Want to eat here, or back at my dorm?” You asked and Ruggie hummed.

“Here, definitely here.” He said, not wanting anyone in his dorm to smell what he had and try to take it from him. You two sat in one of the booths, opening up the bags and taking out the donuts. You were happily swinging your feet and taking a bite of your own favorite kind, and turned to see Ruggie throwing a donut hole up and catching it in his mouth.

“This is the best morning ever!” Ruggie said, savoring the sweet treat.

“Glad you think so…” You said, your heart now speeding up a bit as you realized you’d have to bring it up soon. “Hey Ruggie…I have something important to tell you.” You knew by now your cheeks were warming up.

“Wha isf it?” Ruggie said, chewing on his donut as he spoke. He had some crumbs on his face already and you laughed, grabbing one of the napkins next to you and leaning forward to wipe his mouth clean. Ruggie backed up a bit, his ears flattening and cheeks turning red at the gesture.

“I wanted to tell you that I-” You were soon cut off by a vibration sound. Ruggie, in his dazed state, managed to grab his phone somehow. Ruggie growled under his breath as he grabbed it and once again, his ears flattened but this time out of fear. You could see Leona’s caller ID on the screen. The internal debate that Ruggie faced as he debating if he was going to answer it or not played out.

“You can answer it.” You said and Ruggie breathed out a sigh of relief. He quickly answered his phone before it got to voicemail. You couldn’t hear exactly what was going on, but from how annoyed he looked, you could figure.

“Ya…I’ll be back in a few.” Ruggie said before hanging up.

“I uh…forgot to set out clothes for Leona.” Ruggie murmured, looking at you. You covered your mouth, thinking about how reliant Leona was on Ruggie. The lazy cat didn’t even want to grab his own clothes, and the thought of how spoilt he was crossed your mind. You knew he was capable of taking care of himself, but he simply didn’t want to.

“I see…” You said, about to ask if he’d stay a bit longer. Before you could even ask, you watched him grab his donuts and get up.

“I’ll catch up with you later, ya?” He said, already heading to the door. You frowned, realizing the confession wasn’t going to happen this time. You pouted slightly but just nodded, accepting your fate.

“Ya…see you later.”

Attempt 2: The Hang Out

Ruggie collapsed onto the old couch of your dorm, groaning as he rubbed his forehead. He had a killer headache from all the demands of the day and was happy to finally have a moment of peace. You chuckled, sitting down next to him, right by his feet. He laid on his back, staring at the ceiling with the scratchy pillow underneath him.

“You good?” You asked with a teasing smile. Ruggie groaned in response, sitting up and looking at you. You placed the two drinks you had in your hands down onto the coffee table in front of you before relaxing into the couch.

“Absolutely not.” Ruggie said, “Wanna know what Leona did earlier today?” He asked and you smiled, leaning in closer.

“Obviously. Give me the deets, I’m dying to know.” You said and Ruggie smirked, his tail wagging slightly behind him.

“So get this, he didn’t do his homework…again. It was a huge project too, it was for alchemy class.” Ruggie started and you hummed, listening intently. “He needed me to go to the gardens and get him a few things, which is no problem, right?”

“Okay, sounds like typical Leona.” You said, smirking as you had a hunch as to what was going on next.

“Well then I get the things and bring them back, but when I show him, he doesn’t even look at them.” Ruggie began, “He then tells me I got the wrong flower and needed to go back.” As demanding as ever it seemed.

“How’d he even notice?” You asked and Ruggie huffed.

“Apparently he could tell by the smell. I swear, how can he be that good at knowing what it is by smell? And if he didn’t like how I did it, then why didn’t he do it himself?” Ruggie said, crossing his arms in frustration.

“What an ass…but I mean…did you learn the difference?” You asked and Ruggie pouted, ears flattened as he nodded.

“Well I kinda had to.” Ruggie said and you snorted.

“What plant was it that he needed anyway?” You finally asked and Ruggie pouted.

“Sunchoke.” He said, “Apparently I grabbed ginger instead.” He said and this made you pause. You might not have been in the same year as Ruggie, but the class notes were always on the board when you walked into Crewel’s class.

“Isn’t that gonna be on your identifying test next week for Crewel’s class?” You asked and Ruggie paused as his mind buffered.

“Oh…I think?” He said and now you were amused with Leona. Of course that’s why he got Ruggie to do it. The grumpy lion might’ve been an asshole most of the time, but he couldn’t have Ruggie failing class since they meant intermediate lessons.

“So he helped you?” You prodded and Ruggie groaned. His tail whips behind him in agitation so much that you watch it whack the two cups down. Thankfully they just roll onto the coffee table, the tea inside of them spilling everywhere on the table. Ruggie gasped, not realizing they had been that close.

“Shit, sorry.” He said as he noticed you getting up, “Wait, hold up.” He stopped you and took off his scarf and tossed it to the table. He began cleaning it up and you frowned, looking at him.

“You know we have towels here, you didn’t have to get your clothes all dirty.” You commented, watching as he put the glasses back into the upright position. He just shrugged and left his scarf there.

“It’s whatever, it was my fault anyway…besides it needed to be cleaned.” He said, shooting you a smirk, “You wouldn’t mind doing it for me, right?” His shit eating grin only spread.

“Of course!” You said with a chipper tone to your voice. Ruggie’s smirk turned into a frown as he blinked owlishly at you.

“Wait uh, I didn’t actually mean that.” He said but you were already shaking your head.

“Nah, I’ll do it. Let me be nice to you, Ruggie.” You (insisted?) said, grabbing the scarf and getting up. As soon as you stood up the front door burst open. You jump a bit in response, looking over to see Grim walking through.

“Henchman!” Grim yelled out, “Do we have snacks?” you heard chattering behind him and noticed Deuce and Ace coming behind him.

“I’m starving!” Ace chimed behind him and you heard Deuce groan at their rude antics.

“You know, it doesn't hurt to say please every once in a while.” Deuce commented and all three finally could see you and Ruggie in the living room. You were holding Ruggie’s scarf as the hyena was sprawled out on the couch again.

You watched the lightbulb go off for Ace as he gave you a sly grin. You were about to say something when Grim pipped up.

“Oh, I didn’t know you had your boyfriend over.” Grim teased, knowing about your affections towards the hyena. You blushed and narrowed your eyes at him. You had told him you were bringing Ruggie over to confess. Ruggie heard Grim’s comment and jumped up and off the couch.

“Ah, I should probably head out. Thanks for the tea.” Ruggie said, already scurrying out of the dorm. Grim chuckled and you groaned, falling back onto the couch.

“What was that all about?” Deuce asked, a bit hesitant. You glowered at the trio and Ace’s smirk never faltered.

“Were you trying to…?” Ace trailed off.

“Yes I was trying to!” You said, storming off to go wash Ruggie’s scarf. The trio just looked over at one another in confusion.

“Aren’t they already dating though?” Deuce asked and Ace snorted, “Jack mentioned they went out last weekend.”

“Uh…sure. Ya, that was definitely something a happy couple would do.” Ace said and Deuce frowned.

“So they…aren’t?” Deuce asked and Grim chuckled.

“If my henchman can ever keep him in a room long enough to confess, then maybe.” Grim commented and it dawned on Deuce that he ruined your attempt.

“Keep is a secret though, pretty sure the prefect will string us up if we say anything.” Ace said, knowing damn well you’d get Riddle to help you as well.

“Noted.” Deuce agreed.

Attempt 3: Lunch Time

You sat down right next to Ruggie, watching the hyena sneeze a bit and scrunch up his nose, “You good?” You asked, setting your tray next to his.

“Ya, it’s just getting cold at the dorm when night comes. Open walls sucks during this time of year.” He commented and you hummed. It was getting a bit cold at night over at Savanaclaw, but the days were still nice and warm, almost making you want to go sunbathing.

“I think my dorm has a few spare blankets if you want me to bring some over later.” You said and Ruggie perked up, his tail swishing behind him as he snickered.

“Awe, you getting soft on me?” He teased and you smiled.

“Aren’t I always?” You commented, making him stop and blush. He cleared his throat as he went to take a bite of his food.

“What’s up anyway? Aren’t you normally sitting with dumb, dumber, and dumbass?” He said, referring to Ace, Deuce, and Grim. You smirked at the nickname, knowing it was true. How you managed to function with your three dumbasses on a daily basis was a wonder to everyone at the school. Even Riddle took pity sometimes and offered to collar them when they were being especially rambunctious around you.

“They all got detention, besides, is it so bad if I wanted to sit with you on my lunch break?” You asked, grabbing a roll off your plate and handing it to him. Ruggie smoked as he took the roll and bit into it.

“If you keep feeding me, then I don’t see a problem.” Ruggie said after swallowing the mouthful. You smiled as you relaxed next to him, leaning close enough that your shoulders barely brushed next to one another.

“I mean I can always make you food whenever you want if you wanna-” Before you finished the thought you heard a booming voice next to you.

“Ah, human!” Sebek said, putting his tray in front of you, “I have questions for you!” He sat down and you looked around. You could see a half-asleep Silver placing his tray next to Sebek’s and you frowned.

“Can it…wait?” You asked and Sebek frowned.

“Of course not!” Sebek said, “I wouldn’t be here if it could!” Ruggie went to cover his ears and growled in annoyance at the man. Sebek was always so damn loud, and while you didn’t mind, you knew others did.

“Sebek, volume.” Silver said gently, going to take a bite out of his soup.

“Ah, my apologies.” He said and you turned to Ruggie.

“I still gotta ask you something.” You said and Ruggie groaned.

“Ya, but later. I’m outta here.” Ruggie said, looking over at Sebek with a glare. Ruggie got up and scurried off before you could even ask him to stay for just a bit longer. Once he was gone you turned to glare at Sebek.

“What. Do. You. Want?” You were seething at the third failed attempt as Ruggie disappeared. Sebek stopped and returned your glare, but before he could even say anything, another tray was placed next to you.

“Ah young love, what a troublesome yet beautiful thing.” Lilia said, sitting next to you, “I recall my first time being in love. It was so long ago.” he seemed to be reminiscing.

“Young love?” Sebek asked, confused as he turned to you and then to where Ruggie had run off to.

“You interrupted their date.” Silver commented and Sebek frowned, “Don’t you know they’re going out…even I know that.” He murmured the last bit to himself. Sebek froze and then went a bit red in the face at realizing what happened.

“My apologies, human!” Sebek said, “But this is important!” He commented and you just sighed.

“Sebek, dear, you did just cockblock them. I think you should ask this question later.” Lilia said, noticing how you clenched at your fork and knife. He wasn’t sure if you’d stab Sebek or yourself if he asked whatever question he wanted.

“It’s urgent!” Sebek said and you groaned.

“Spill it, croc.” You groaned and Sebek shot a glare before realizing he needed to play slightly nicer.

“I need to know Lord Malleus’s favorite gargoyle on campus, and it’s come to my attention that you would know it.” He said.

Thankfully both Silver and Lilia had fast enough reflexes to catch the knife and fork you threw at the crocodile. Sebek didn’t even get a chance to yell at you as you stormed off and out of the cafeteria, noticing how some students were looking at you guys.

“Oh so feisty…really does remind me of my first love. Including the murder attempt.” Lilia mused.

Attempt 4: Oasis

“This water is warmer than outside.” You said, leaning on the edge of the mini oasis in Savanaclaw’s dorm. Ruggie snickers relaxing in the water with you. He had won over in being a bad influence so you two were currently ditching class to relax in the water together. All the other dorm members were gone, so it was just the two of you.

“That’s why I like it so much. The sun hits it just right to make it warm.” Ruggie said, sighing as he relaxed in it. It was odd swimming with him, and you had to convince yourself not to stare at his bare torso. He was skinny and lanky, but he had some slight lean muscle on him from all the running around he did. Overall he was a cutie and you adored him.

“Can we do this like…every day from now on?” You asked and Ruggie snickered again, the noise ringing out delightfully in your ears. You could listen to it every single day if you could, and you hoped maybe one day you would get the opportunity.

“Ditching class every day? You? A prefect?” He asked and you rolled your eyes before splashing him with some water. He sputtered as the water got into his face and he quickly shook his head, splashing you. You laughed as you splashed him again.

Ruggie seemed to have an idea as he went underwater for a moment and caught you off guard. You felt his arms around your hips, making you gasp in surprise as he lifted you up and out of the water. How he had the strength for that, you didn’t know. You looked at him with wide eyes as he stood up in the water.

You made eye contact and he realized in that moment what he had done. He still went through with his plan as he tossed you into the deeper end. You let out a yelp in a pitch higher than you’d willingly confess as you went under the water. You emerged, coughing up water and shaking your head, your hair now completely soaked.

He swam up to you and laughed at your shocked face, noting how you looked, “You remind me of a wet lion.” He commented and you groaned before swimming behind him and hopping on his shoulders. He screamed as your weight made him sink under the water this time.

“Whatever, asshole.” You said, letting up enough for him to get out. He turned to you and stuck out his tongue, making you blush. Damn, you really were down bad for him, even when he was being a brat.

“Hey…Ruggie…” You began then you heard another voice.

“Oi, Ruggie.” It was Leona who came into the common room of the dorm. He looked tired and annoyed, his tail swaying behind him angrily, “Can you two keep it down for five minutes?” He growled out and you shot him a glare.

“Well excuse me, princess.” You said, laughing at your own inside joke. Leona glared before turning back towards Ruggie.

“It’s almost lunch time.” Leona said and Ruggie perked up at hearing. You looked between the two before realizing what was about to happen.

“W-wait!” You said, catching the attention of both. You felt your face heating up at noticing if you confessed now, it would be in front of Leona…something you really didn’t want.

“Hm…did you wanna go in line with me to grab his lunch or something?” Ruggie said and leaned closer to whisper, “We can use his money to get us something too.” He commented and Leona growled.

“I heard that. Get your ass out of the water already.” Leona said and Ruggie sighed.

“Fine, fine. I gotta go I guess.” Ruggie said, hopping out of the water. He shook himself to get rid of the excess water and grabbed one of the two towels he had out for you and began drying himself off.

“Catch you later, ya?” he said and you huffed, watching him leave. Leona walked over to you, bending down to the water’s edge and smirking.

“Something wrong, cub?” He asked, “You look like a drowned cat.” He noted how your hair was plastered to your scalp. You paused for a moment, glaring at Leona before deciding to do your next action without thought of the consequences.

You grabbed his arm and dragged him into the water, an action he didn’t expect as he lost balance and fell inside with a splash. He emerged and shook his hair, growling at you.

“Who’s the wet cat now, asshole.” You murmured, getting out of the water and going to your towel. You then noticed something sitting on top of it, a small, shiny rock. You picked it up and looked it over, noting that it wasn’t some expensive gem, but there was no plausible reason for it to be there.

Leona had gotten out of the water as well, still grumpy as he looked at what you were holding.

“He got you a rock, congrats.” Leona said and you paused, realizing Ruggie had left it for you. You smiled and held it up to your chest.

“Leona?” You asked, in a sweet and gentle voice. Leona hummed, grabbing your towel to dry himself off.

“What?” He spat out, still annoyed that you got him wet.

“Next time you interrupt us, I’m drowning you.” You said, before turning on your heels to go back to your dorm, leaving a wet trail behind you.

Attempt 5: Dinner For Two

“I’m almost done!” You called out to Ruggie as you were putting the final touches on dinner. You had managed to convince Grim to be out of the dorm while you did this, and the ghosts knew that they weren’t allowed to be around at this moment, unless they wanted to die a second time.

You had pulled out all the stops for this, inviting him over to dinner was the perfect time to confess. He loved food, after all, and home cooked meals were always the best. You had even worked at the Mostro Lounge for a week in order to convince the Octrio to teach you how to make this meal. Everything was going as planned as you looked over to see Ruggie chilling on the counter.

“You sure you don’t want help?” Ruggie asked, walking over to look over at what you were making. It was a simple dinner, filet mignon with some mashed potatoes, assorted vegetables, a hearty artichoke soup, and in the oven were some brownies for dessert. It was simple but perfect for date night. You even had the table set up with all your nice cutlery and a candle in the middle.

The steaks were sitting out, resting, and you had already finished everything. The soup was covered and you took off the top and stirred, deeming it ready, “Can you grab the plates and bowls?” You asked and Ruggie was more than happy to do so. He went over and grabbed everything he needed and you two set the table and sat down.

“So what’s the occasion anyway?” Ruggie said, cutting into his steak.

“I feel like every time we try to hang out it gets interrupted somehow.” You said, the slight malice you had for your friends bubbling inside you, “So I thought I’d treat you for all the interruptions in the past.” You lied easily enough. Really you were going to confess, and nothing was going to stop you.

“Thanks, but you didn’t have to. Not that imma complain, this is amazing!” Ruggie said, biting into his food. He looked so happy, smiling there as he did a little dance in his chair. You smiled at the cute action as you took a bite of your own. It was pretty good, and you’d have to thank Jade and Floyd later for telling you how to best season these.

“I haven’t had a home cooked meal in ages.” Ruggie said, “I remember Granny used to always make this meat pie. She never told me what was in it, but it was to die for.” He said happily and you chuckled at the thought.

“Ah, she seems wonderful.” You commented and Ruggie nodded.

“She is…but also kind of scary.” Ruggie murmured the last part and you smiled. She had to be if she was raising someone like Ruggie. The dinner was going just as you planned, you heard the dinging of the oven going off as the brownies finished.

“Oh hold up, lemme take those out.” You said, wiping your face and getting up. You walked over to the kitchen and pulled them out then spun around. You let out a gasp as you realized Ruggie was right behind you and he backed away to make sure he didn’t get hit.

“Rugs, you scared the shit outta me.” You whispered with a sharp inhale, placing the brownies on the counter.

“Sorry, sorry. They smell good though.” He said, looking at them, “What kind are they?” He asked, sniffing the air.

“They’re chocolate fudge brownies, but they have oreos in the middle of them. I got some frosting in the fridge to put on once they’ve cooled.” You commented, opening up the fridge and grabbing the cream frosting you had made by yourself. Ruggie hummed and walked over to the bowl, scooping some onto his finger and trying it.

“H-hey!” You cried out, laughing a bit as you watched his tail wagging.

“Tastes good…vanillaey.” He said and you rolled your eyes.

“Kalim gave me some fresh vanilla beans the other day when I went over to pick some things up.” You said and this got Ruggie’s attention.

“What did you need to pick up?” He asked and you blushed. Kalim had been kind enough to get you some materials to help you with a few personal projects that you had planned. Said projects would be done during winter break when everyone else was gone, and the thought excited you to see Ruggie’s expression when you showed them to him.

“Just a few things. Don’t worry about it too much.” You said, going to squeeze his cheek. Ruggie batted your hand away and you huffed, “I tried getting Crowley to grab me some stuff, but he told me it wasn’t needed so he declined due to expenses.”

“Ah…he’s kinda an asshole.” Ruggie said and you nodded.

“Kinda?” You mused and looked over at him. Well, now was the best time for it.

“So anyway, I did ask you here for another reason…” You began, deciding it was now or never. Ruggie looked over at you and you made eye contact. He was silent as he waited and you felt your heart hammering out of your chest.

“I just wanted to say…I really-” You suddenly heard something from the window. You paused in confusion as you looked over and tried to zero in on the noise.

“Sha-la-la-la-la-la…” The voice was soft but soon started to pick up. “My oh my.” Why did that sound familiar to you?

“Looks like the boy’s too shy…” The voice was now clearer and you swore you could hear a ukulele. No…oh sevens NO!

“Ain’t you gonna, kiss the boy~?” Ruggie could also hear it and you both turned to the window. You looked out and low and behold…there was Floyd with an ukulele and a shit-eating grin.

“Sha-la-la-la-la-la~” He sang again and you swore you were about to pop a blood vessel as anger surged through you.

“Floyd!” You yelled out, but before you could say anything else, Ruggie was already opening the window and was halfway out.

“Hey, can you pack me some brownies to go?” Ruggie said, fully prepared to chase Floyd.

“Wait, Ruggie don’t you dare-…and he’s gone.” You said, watching the hyena jump out the window. You heard Floyd’s laughter as he got chased and that soon faded. As soon as it was gone you heard a knock on your door and you stormed over to it.

You swung it open and glared at Jade who had a smirk on his face.

“Oh my, you seem a bit upset.” He noted and you growled. “I tried telling him not to help, but we all had a hunch about why you wanted to learn how to cook.” He said, his hand cupping his chin.

“I’m going to kill you.” You said and Jade paused, “I’m committing murder. I’m gonna have eel for tomorrow’s dinner.” Oh now you sounded unhinged. Jade seemed to take it as a queue as he took his leave, getting away with haste as you stood at the doorway. You were never going to confess to Ruggie, were you? You groaned and slammed the door shut and went to sit on the couch as you fumed.

“THE FIFTH TIME?!” You cried out into the empty dorm…oh life wasn’t fair.

Winter Break Arrives

At the Lounge:

“You made enemies with the prefect…when?” Azul said, pausing as he noticed how Jade was getting ready to board up some windows.

“The other night…it was an accident though.” Floyd promised and Azul groaned. He rubbed his temples as he looked over at what they were doing. Surly it couldn't be bad enough that even Jade was taking cautionary measures. Jade hit the board with a hammer, making sure it was in there as he turned to Azul.

“It was a simple mistake.” Jade mentioned and Azul paused.

“Pray tell…what did you two do?” Azul asked, knowing he didn’t want the answer. It was winter break so it wasn’t like he was too angry at the dorm being boarded since no customers would be coming in, but for fucks sake…Jade Leech was boarding up the windows.

“Well you remember how Shrimpy was helping out so we would teach them how to cook?” Floyd started and Azul hummed.

“It was so they could confess to Ruggie.” Jade said and Azul seemed uninterested.

“Good for them, that doesn’t explain anything.” Azul commented and Floyd snickered.

“Aaaaaaah Azul, we were getting there.” Floyd said and Azul huffed, “Well we decided to be wingmen that night. I was gonna serenade them, just like in the old legends with the mermaid princess.” Floyd continued on.

“It was a very good song, and he even practiced with his ukulele for it.” Jade said and Azul didn’t even want to know why Floyd owned one of those instruments.

“Continue.” Azul urged, wanting to get to the bottom of this.

“Well sharksucker got scared off I think…” Floyd said and Jade laughed.

“No, I think you upset him. He chased you around campus with a blush on his face.” Jade said and Floyd laughed.

“Aaaaaah it was tons of fun. His legs are so short.” Floyd commented and Azul groaned.

“Let’s not get off track.” Azul tried urging them some more.

“I went to check on the prefect and they seemed…unhinged.” Jade said, “In fact, they reminded me of that one orca mer that almost killed me and Floyd when we were younger.” Oh, now that’s a story Azul hadn’t heard of.

“That bad? Our little Shrimpy?” Floyd asked with the comparison.

“I was worried they’d grab the steak knives and do me in, actually. I felt some fear; such an unusual emotion.” Jade commented, “I also worried they’d overblot right there.”

“So you just ruined a confession attempt and they got upset? That doesn’t explain why you’re scared.” Azul said and Floyd gasped.

“He just said they might overblot.” Floyd said with a chuckle, “But it was super weird so we did some sleuthing, like those detective shows!”

“We discovered this wasn’t the first time…it was the fifth time actually.” Jade said and Azul was starting to see where the annoyance stemmed from.

“So now we’re scared of what they might do in retaliation.” Floyd said, “To think our little Shrimpy would become a homicidal maniac…so cute~!” He cooed.

“Adorable really.” Jade chuckled. At that moment Azul’s phone went off and he checked, noticing it was the prefect's caller ID.

“Ah, they’re calling.” Azul said, picking up the phone. Both eels seemed to freeze as he did so and Azul put you on speaker.

“I need a favor, and the eels owe me.” Your voice filtered through and Azul hummed.

“So I’ve heard, and what is this favor you’re needing?” Azul asked, grinning, “If we decide to do this, you have to promise not to kill the twins…even if they deserve it.”

“Deal…I need a phone number and some information.” You said and Azul seemed to grin.

“I know the perfect man for the job. Now who’s information do you need?” Your response made all three in the room grin.

At Ruggie’s Home:

“I’m telling you, it was the weirdest thing ever, granny.” Ruggie said, relaxing on the couch at their humble abode. Granny Bucchi stood there, listening to her grandson go on about the Ramshackle prefect, and all the times they had hung out as of late.

“I still don’t know what they wanted to tell me.” Ruggie grumbled and Granny looked almost shocked. Surly her grandson couldn’t be that dense…could he?

“Sweetheart…” Grandma said in a calm tone, “Do you really not know what it was?” She asked and Ruggie looked over at her.

“Clearly I don’t, or else I wouldn’t be having this problem. As soon as winter break is over I’m heading there to ask.” he said and Grandma just shook her head.

“Listen, you dense boy.” Grandma started, catching Ruggie off guard. She had her lecturing voice on and he didn’t know what this meant.

“What is it…?” Ruggie said, shuffling a bit, scared to find out what was going on.

“It’s clear they were going to confess. Just hearing about it was clear enough for this old hyena to tell.” Ruggie’s face went bright red at his grandma’s words.

“I…what?” Ruggie asked and she smiled.

“Yes, and each time you ran off.” She commented, “The poor dear is probably beyond frustrated. If I were them, I’d string you up so you couldn’t get away next time.” her off handed comment made Ruggie tense.

“You don’t think they would…do you?” Ruggie asked and she smiled.

“I do. Now, do you feel the same way?” She already knew the answer with how Ruggie was blushing. Every time you were mentioned it was like his eyes lit up excitedly and he seemed to be in his own world. Her grandson was smitten, that much she knew for a fact.

“Well…ya…so what?” Ruggie said and she smiled.

“Well then you need to confess the next time you see them. In fact, as soon as winter break is over you’re going there before reaching your dorm.” She said matter of factly.

“I am? Me?” Ruggie asked, “I don’t have a single assertive bone in my body. It’s biology. I can’t.” The thought made him want to throw up from anxiety.

“Stop being a cry baby.” Granny snapped, “You put this poor thing through hell the past few months. You need to step up.” She said and Ruggie groaned.

“Fine…how do I do it?” Ruggie asked, hoping she’d have some clue.

“Well first off you’ll need to-” She was cut off by the house phone ringing, “Oh, give me a moment.” She said, walking over and picking it up.

“Is this Ms. Bucchi?” A tired voice asked.

“It is.” She said and grinned, having a good feeling about this.

“I go to school with your grandson and I was hoping you could help me with something.” Oh, how the tables were turning and the sun was shining down on this day.

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