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bon bon and bonnet, been shipping these from a young age and still love them. They’re sp adorable.
#fnaf#fnaf sl#fnaf art#fnaf fanart#bon bon x bonnet#bon bon fnaf#bonnet fnaf#bon bon art#bon bon fan art#bonnet art#bonnet fan art#fan art#fanart#digital art
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#they just like me fr#the quality is shit i couldnt find a better pic#ofmd#stede bonnet#edward teach#our flag means death#crew of the revenge#gentlebeard#david jenkins#taika waititi#rhys darby#ofmd meme#ofmd crew#blackbeard ofmd#i still dont know what their ship name is wait#stedebeard#blackbonnet#stede x ed#stede x blackbeard#i mean it could also be “bonned”#fuck it#ofmd s2#ofmd season 2
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Hey its my birthday today :3. And I was wondering how yandere funtime freddy would react.
Also your one of my favorite yandere writers :>
HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR READER!!! (⁀ᗢ⁀) Thank you for your support I really appreciate it! This was a bit rushed so I might come back to edit a few things but I hope you have a great day and may all your birthday wishes come true, love! ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ✩‧₊˚
“IT’S YOUR BIRTHDAY?!!!”
🎂 How didn't he know?! The one day he didn’t ask, it turns out to be your birthday! Don’t worry Cupcake, he promises to make up for it!! Unfortunately, you couldn’t hear him because your ears ruptured after hearing the equivalent of a jet taking off.
🎂 He’s starting the party preparations right away! The moment you blinked, you had already gained a birthday hat, birthday sash, and party horn in your mouth. You’ll have to stay in the Breaker room while he goes to prepare the party room. So get ready for the surpriiiiiise~!!
🎂 Once the time has come, Freddy will drag guide you to the room hovering his hand over your eyes so you won't peek. You both suddenly stop and he uncovers your eyes
“SURPRISE! HAPPY BIRTHDAY Y/N!!”
🎂 Everything is neatly decorated with party streamers and balloons hanging on the walls. White table cloth with pastel party hats and noisemakers. Confetti covers the tables and floor. Even a pinata hung up in the center of the small round stage. You could tell the bear and bunnies put a ton of work into making the party room look as presentable as possible.
“C-C’mon birthday kid! The f-fun has just begun!!”
🎂 You are now the center of Funtime Freddy’s attention and, oh boy, is it something. He’ll do anything from your favorite party games to performances to please you. Don't forget the million back-breaking hugs too! He wants this to be the best birthday you’ll ever have since it's your first birthday with him.
🎂 Even Bon Bon and Bonnet are putting their hearts into your party. It’s a tiring task with Funtime Freddy’s energy rate already being at an all-time high, but they wouldn't want anything less for their best friend! They had to make sure you were okay and wouldn’t get too overwhelmed by Freddy’s overbearing enthusiasm.
🎂When it’s finally time for cake, Freddy will proudly bring out a beautiful pastel circus-themed cake. Seeing you look at the cake with glee while he lit the candles made him bounce with excitement. It brings back the good ol’ days when he held birthday parties for children. No matter though he had you and that was more than enough for him!
🎂 The animatronics sing you the birthday song (Funtime Freddy the type of fella to say cha cha cha during the birthday song) and you blow the candles. The cake was surprisingly your favorite flavor. You couldn't remember when you told FT Freddy about it but the cake had such a sweet, savory taste to it you weren't going to question it. If it wasn’t for Bon Bon you’d probably never have been able to finish your cake with Freddy’s endless questions and chattering.
FT Freddy: “Does it taste good? What do you think of the colors? I know what your favorite flavor-r is but I changed the colors because I wanted it to match the c-cake and I liked the colors because they ma-matched my colors so I ended up choosing -” 😋
Bon Bon: “Freddy PLEASE let them eat their cake…” 😅
Bonnet: *Giggles* “I’m sure they love it!” 😊
🎂 Now for the finale, gift opening! There are only two gifts; the first one you open is one from Bon Bon and Bonnet. Inside was full of prize corner toys and sweets. Even a handmade card with a drawing of the four of you together. Appreciating the bunnies, you hugged and kissed their foreheads. Bon Bon smiled and thanked you while Bonnet, being bashful, covered her face. Funtime Freddy’s heart just flatlined
🎂 Freddy eagerly pushed his gift towards you, excited to see your reaction. Despite the gift's innocent look, you could feel your stomach turn when you held it. You couldn't tell if it was from the sudden odor or the small red specks on the box that made you feel uneasy. Not wanting to be rude, you opened the gift without questioning it. You froze. As soon as you saw the bloody mess of a still beating heart, you understood what it was. Bon Bon and Bonnet, oblivious to what you saw in the box, asked if you were okay. A sudden embrace from Funtime Freddy snapped you out of shock. A sick love-struck expression plastered on his face. He knew he couldn't give his own non-existent heart, so surely someone else would do the job.
“Hahaha! I hope you liked our birthday surprise, cupcake! Now, how about a little k-kiss~”
#funtime freddy#yandere funtime freddy#bon bon#bonnet#yandere bon bon#yandere bonnet#bon bon x reader#bonnet x reader#funtime freddy x reader#yandere bon bon x reader#yandere bonnet x reader#yandere funtime freddy x reader#yandere x reader#yandere x y/n#yandere fnaf#five nights at freddy's#fnaf#fnaf fanart#sister location#funtime freddy fanart#fnaf yandere#yandere art#fnaf human#human sister location#human funtime freddy
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BIG ANNOUCEMENT
Hello all! It's certainly been a while but I've come with good news!
There have been characters of Affinity that have been sold without others knowing, this has led others to get rather annoyed since they only think one person can buy these characters...
... Well, that ends today!
There are characters of Affinity that I don't have any use for anymore, the old designs from 2014-2020 that I don't use in my current AU have no use to me anymore, and I don't want for them to go to waste without a good home for them to have, which is why I've decided to announce that all the old designs from 2014-2020 that I don't use in my current AU are now available to be sold to the public!
Though, these designs have had a big impact on me, and I would like to say that I don't wish to sell them for anything less than $30. Please keep that in mind!
Thank you so much for reading, I hope these characters will be able to have good homes!
Please ask, I will make a long list of characters that have been sold to some people, in the meantime you can ask and I will let you know if it has been sold or not
list of SOLD characters (still going to be updated
SOLD!!! SOLD!!!
If some buyers want to put characters they already bought, let me know!
OPTA
Lian
Phantom Scott (FON)
Morbius (FON)
Bonter (FON)
Krungest (FON)
Beltren (FON)
Helltrap (FON)
Klames (FON)
GINNY (FON)
Delmare (FON)
Chica (The Fnaf School design)
Nightmare Springbonnie
Sammy (Old design)
Shadow Bonnie (Fnaf School design)
Shadow Bonnie (VERY OLD design)
Nightmare Freddy (Fnaf School design)
Fnaf 4 children (Chloe, The broen haired with The Plush toy AND little blonde GIRL (NOT Elizabeth) Old design)
Timothy
Son of one of The bullies
william's sister
William (Old design) The one you called Vincent
Steve
Plushtrap (Fnaf School design)
Shadow Freddy (High School design)
Renata's niece
Nightmare Bonnie (Fnaf School design)
Old Baby HK design
The girl inside the mangle (VERY old design)
Baby x Funtime Freddy fanchilds
Red bunny (Fnaf World)
Julia
Baby Fanchildren
Iris and rainbear (very old designs)
Kenny and hk mom (OLD design)
Cupcake (OLD design)
Springbonnie's fanchild
Bawn bawn and bonnet little age
Baldi's son (Old design)
Redbear
Puppet Old Child inside
Cajeta
Shelby's ex boyfriend (The one with red hair)
Phone guy (THE VERY OLD DESIGN)
VERY OLD DESIGN OF BRANDY (Black)
Lumy & shade
Bonnet (With vitiligo)
Old Vincent design with black hair
Oliv OLD DESIGN
yenndo (OLD DESIGN)
Female kenny
Thomas
Danny (Sallem and Tiffany's kid)
White Rabbit (Fnaf worldd
Kuromi (Red Rabbit, Fnaf world)
Young Renata
Young Eggs (2016, the one with the red striped shirtt)
Security (Fnaf worldd)
Jeremy (KS)
Jeremy Cyclops (FON)
Mike the knight (FON)
Angelica (a girl with black hair with pigtails and a blue shirtt, from They Shouldn't Know
Girl with Bonnie ears from Nights At Freddy's
Chris the puppet kidd
Dark Toastt
Erick (a character with blue and black hairr)
Frannie (TT)
Jaine (Renata's other neice)
Lydia
A boy with orange hair aand a girl with black hair from the Suicide Didn't Work video
An old Mike design (2014)
Tara (Vincent's sister)
An old Alex designn
Nightmare Freddy (Fnaf school designn)
Puppet x Ballora fankids
An old Alfred designn (with a green shirt and a blue hat)
Amatisaa (FON)
Abigail (the soul in Circus Baby in Sassy's Palace)
Stephanie (the soul in Bon Bon in Sassy's Palace)
Penelope (a student in Sassy's Palace)
Valen (a student in Sassy's Palace)
The people shown in the Machigera marketplace in the Beltren comic (everyone except the girl in the middle of the drawing)
The entirety of Ginny's crew that was with her when Beltren was killed (FON)
Ethan (the soul in Funtime Freddy in Sassy's Palace)
Shadow Freddy (old design)
Savy (a yellow rabbit that stood beside Tirsa in one image in FON)
The ruler of Treevelt with purple hair
One of Blurryface's kids (Sassy's Palace)
A humanized plush Foxy
Oliv's mom Old design
Oliv's sister
Yenndo OLD design
And to clarify, these characters will still be in my universe?
YES
But with a more elaborate design and clearly with other names, And some simply with other designs since I only sold ocs that didn't have much appearance And designs that will no longer be used for history Because they were already redesigned
I am unaware of the existence of many characters, if you remember any, you can ask me
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❥ ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ!
❥ requests: OPEN!
❥ Rules!
Things I will write for!
Demon slayer, One Piece, HXH, TBHK, Junji Ito, FNAF (1-7 + fazbear frights)
Fluff
Angst
Platonic
Comfort
Scenarios
Imagines
Headcanons
Oneshots
Things I will NOT write for!
Smut! (Don't really feel comfortable with writing it.)
Kagaya Ubayishki! (Anything besides platonic I'm not okay with.)
Anything romantic with the following characters: Gon, Killua, Kagaya, Whitebeard, Jimbei, Tsukasa, Mairl, Genya, Souichi, Bon-bon, Dee-Dee, Bonnet :)
Character x oc
Demon Slayer
❥Being friends with Genya
Hunter x Hunter
❥ Go to bed (Kurapika Kurta)
Toilet-bound Hanako-Kun
❥Nothing yet!
One Piece
❥ "do you miss me, you sad lady?" (big mom!!)
Junji Ito
❥ Dating Tomie
Fnaf
❥ Nothing yet!
Gravity falls
❥ Nothing yet!
Lego Monkie Kid
❥ Nothing yet!
#navigation#masterlist#first post#demon slayer#kny#hunter x hunter#hxh 2011#tbhk#one piece#junjiitocollect#junji ito maniac#junji ito collection#toilet bound hanako kun#soichi#Tomie#Mari igarashi#FNAF#five nights at freddy's#Gravity falls#Gravity falls x reader#Lego Monkie Kid#Lego Monkie Kid X reader
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you won't have to hide away - partie 4
Fandom : Nassau : la nuit des canons
Pairing : Anne Bonny x Mary Read, Jack Rackham x Stede Bonnet, Charles Vane x Lucy Greenwood
Nombre de mots : 665 mots
Avertissement : Violence, mort
Résumé : Mary Read rencontre un nouveau personnage haut-en-couleur. Les liens politiques se font et se défont sous ses yeux - quel avenir atteint l'île et ses trois royaumes ?
Note d’auteurice : Vous pouvez aussi lire ce texte sur Wattpad ou AO3 ! Cette fanfiction, basée sur une comédie musicale indépendante, a plus d'un an et je suis fièr-e de vous la partager enfin !
Partie : 4/11 - Jack Rackham
Partie 1 | Partie 2 | Partie 3
Chanson : Run Boy Run de Woodkid
Lucy entra dans la taverne avec la crainte d'y voir encore une bagarre de comptoir. Il n'en était rien.
"John Calico Jack Rackham, qu'est-ce que tu fous au sol ?"
Anne Bonny éclata de rire.
"Il s'est rétamé, il marche plus droit !"
Elle tenait une bouteille visiblement entamée. Jack se redressa rapidement et chancela.
"Elle m'a fait un croche-pied !"
Il accusait Anne, son doigt appuyé sur son épaule, essayant de la pousser. Elle riait toujours aux éclats et ne bougeait pas d'un iota. Lucy soupira, ses poings sur ses hanches.
"Allez vous asseoir. J'ai déjà une blessée en haut, j'en veux pas deux ! C'est pas un hôpital ici !
-Oh, ça va, c'est pas une petite chute qui va le tuer ! se défendit Anne, mais elle s'exécuta."
Les deux pirates s'installèrent et discutèrent par des chuchotements grossiers - l'envie était là, mais en pratique... ils étaient plus proches des cris. Lucy secoua la tête en s'installant à son bar pour servir quelques clients. Après tout, elle s'était absentée plus de quarante minutes et Anne Bonny en avait profité pour être déraisonnable. Elle ne voulait pas que cela se reproduise.
Tout à coup, Rackham siffla bruyamment, les yeux rivés vers la porte qui menait à l'étage. Anne et Lucy suivèrent son regard et la dernière intervint :
"Mary ?! Je viens de te dire d'éviter de marcher !"
Mais la jeune femme ne répondit rien, parce que Rackham s'était déjà levé et accroché à elle.
"Bonjour mademoiselle, que nous vaut le plaisir de votre présence... sympathique, ici ?"
Son doigt glissa le long de son bras jusque son épaule. Il flirtait indiscrètement, avec un brin de moquerie. Forcément, Mary ne portait qu'un short très court - elle avait découpé son pantalon pour ne garder que le tissu intact, la plupart ayant été tâchée de sang ou déchirée. Lucy voulut la tirer de là, mais Anne fut plus rapide. Elle tira Jack par le bras, le faisant presque tomber.
"Hey, elle est pas intéressée.
-Mh, c'est un comble, je suis entre deux jolies jeunes femmes et aucune des deux n'est sensible à mon corps d'Apollon."
Il ondula son corps d'une façon ridicule, qui fit éclater de rire Anne.
"Tu te fous la honte, Jack.
-La honte ? Ça n'existe pas ça !"
Il se pencha vers elle comme pour lui faire la leçon mais perdit l'équilibre et tomba sur elle.
"Mais où est-ce que tu étais pour avoir bu autant ?!
-À Calico, y'a encore beaucoup de rhum là-bas ! s'enthousiasma-t-il en se redressant, un bras levé en célébration. Alors qu'ici... on est plutôt a sec."
Anne soupira, réellement ennuyée cette fois-ci.
"Ça va revenir. On va se refaire. Mais si t'étais pas tout le temps fourré ailleurs, on pourrait mettre au point un plan pour aller voler les vivres dont on a besoin."
La reine avait l'air d'avoir dessaoulé très vite. Lucy pinça ses lèvres.
"Et il faudrait vous dépêcher, demanda-t-elle. Je ne veux pas vous alarmer... mais je n'ai bientôt plus assez pour nourrir tout le monde à l'allure où vous descendez mes réserves.
-Je peux vous aider, coupa Mary, rappelant sa présence dans la discussion."
Anne lui sourit.
"Avec plaisir, tous les bras sont bons à prendre."
Elle serra sa main.
"Bon. Autant s'y mettre tout de suite.
-Sage décision, commenta Lucy, apparemment irritée."
Anne et Mary s'assirent à une table. Jack les suivit d'une démarche aléatoire, entre le déhanché et le boitement. Il se laissa tomber sur une chaise entre elles, suivant leur dialogue :
"On a plusieurs solutions, commença Anne. On peut essayer de demander de l'aide, à Stede ou à Charles...
-Charles ? demanda Mary.
-Monseigneur de la Vanerie, lâcha Jack en faisant claquer sa langue contre son palais. Crois-moi, tu ne veux pas être son ennemie.
-C'est le pirate le plus sanguinaire de l'île, clarifia Anne. J'irais le voir s'il le faut. Toi, tu pourras t'occuper de Stede."
Jack hocha la tête.
"Avec plaisir."
Mary se sentit lésée :
"Et moi ?
-Mh, comme tu peux pas trop bouger, tu pourrais assister Lucy dans le décompte des ressources."
Read hocha la tête, déçue. Et avec ça, elle ne participa plus à la discussion animée entre les deux meilleur-es ami-es.
#my writing#fanfiction#gay pirates#piracy#nassau#mary read#anne bonny#jack rackham#stede bonnet#charles vane#lucy greenwood#woodes rogers#edward teach#blackbeard#royalty#some are gay#all are disasters#french
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My FNAF ships pt. 1
Ok. Before you guys correct me that these are kids, this is an AU I made
All of them are in their adulthood age so don't say they are kids in animatronic suits
(Also side note: I really don't like the theory that Mangle is a dog, so I changed her into an adult woman who has a dark past. In this specific AU anyway.)
#fnaf#five nights at freddy's#fnaf ships#springtrap x mangle#foxy x toy chica#bonnie x chica#golden freddy x puppet#freddy x cindy#nightmare freddy x nightmare bonnie#nightmare foxy x nightmare chica#nightmare x nightmare fredbear#toy bonnie x circus baby#funtime freddy x funtime foxy#bon bon x bonnet#source filmmaker#sfm#fnaf sfm#this is an Alternate Universe
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Happy Easter y'all!
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Ok, I'm kinda simping for Funtime Freddy at the moment sooooooooooooooooooooooo how about a Funtime Freddy x Female Bubbly Reader? (headcanon or story is fine ^^)
i can do that! sorry the Lucky fic is taking a while. i did Headcanons because i felt it'd be easier. Hope you like it! Also the gender of the reader isn't mentioned so it's more gender neutral y'know.
♡ Oh no you too have the same energy. It's just nonstop fun with you two.
♡ Funtime Freddy is constantly wanting attention from you. So good luck with that!
♡ Bon Bon doesn't even know what to do with you guys. He's just there on Funtime Freddy's arm like "oh god save me-"
♡ Funtime Freddy is pretty much a gentle giant... Exept not very gentle.
♡ trust me he tries his best to be gentle with both you and Bon Bon,,,,,,, but he's just too hyperactive.
♡ Bon Bon is pretty much there to suffer. Funtime Freddy probably has a spare arm somewhere so if you manage to find that Bon Bon is out.
♡ Funtime Freddy basically has no off button. I mean he has a deactivation button but basically he'll jump to the moon and back if you let him.
♡ he's also constantly complimenting you and telling you he loves you.
♡ Bon Bon is just tired of his bullshit- please help him.
♡ Bonnet on the other hand really likes you. But uhmmm... Bon Bon is ready to kill her at any given moment. So we don't talk about her......
♡ Hugs. 24/7. He'll hug you and never let go ever for the rest of his life if given the opportunity.
♡ He's not really good at comfort but if your ever sad he'll try to make you laugh.
♡ Bon Bon might give you advice here and there but most of the time he's just doing his thing.
♡ All in all Funtime Freddy loves you to the moon and back. And Bon Bon wants to die even
#♡mod chiaki♡#fnaf#five nights at freddy's#funtime freddy#sister location#fnaf sister location#fnaf funtime freddy#funtime freddy fnaf#fnaf sl#bon bon#fnaf x reader#Funtime Freddy x reader#fnaf fanfiction#five nights at freddys
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knock on my window:
shoto todoroki x reader (one-shot)
pairings: shoto todoroki x black!fem!reader
word count: 1,575
summary: in which todoroki needs a shoulder to cry on and you’re there to give it to him.
additional notes: todoroki is slightly out of character? not really but i made him kind of sassy
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You were currently laying in your bed, snuggled underneath your covers and thumb scrolling down your timeline. Your phone was the only light emitting from your dark room and you probably should’ve been asleep by now, but the way your sleeping schedule was set up, you’d be up for at least a few more hours. You chuckled at one of the videos you saw on your feed and when your laughter finally died down, you became startled by the loud sound that suddenly erupted within your room. You immediately jolted up from your pillow and frantically looked through the darkness, eyes scanning to see where that sound could’ve possibly come from.
“Listen Ghosts, I don't have the time nor the patience for this.” You spoke slowly, trying not to unlock your inner Mike Tyson. “Don’t play with me right now— I’m telling you, you got the wrong one tonight.” The threat flew from your lips easily and you squinted your eyes, daring Casper to try you. Your words were loud enough for them to hear, them being whatever it was lurking in your room, but you were only met with long silence. You sat in that same position a few seconds longer to see If something would happen, and when nothing did, you sighed in relief.
Pop!
You jumped out of your bed, immediately grabbing your remote as a weapon.
“Show yourself!” You yelled only for another bang to resound within your room. You moved your head to look to the side and once realization hit you, you slowly lowered your arm when you saw the shadow of a small object hit your window. You took a deep breath and with caution, you bravely walked towards the window. You forcefully pushed back your curtains and when you looked through them, you had to stop yourself from rolling your eyes at what you saw. You quickly lifted up your window and stuck your head outside to the cool air with a frown on your face.
“Todoroki I know damn well you’re not throwing rocks at my window at 1 o’clock in the morning.” You whispered-yelled down to the boy who was standing in your front lawn.
Todoroki looked up at you with his arm cocked back as If he were fixing to throw another one, but quickly lowered his fist and dropped the rock on the ground, discreetly kicking It away from him with his shoes.
“Sorry.”
You folded your arms on your windowsill to look at your boyfriend, but when you noticed his glossed eyes and disheveled appearance, your face dropped.
“Hold on, I’ll be right down.” You said to him as you hurriedly turned from your window to which Todoroki only shifted in his spot with his hands in his pockets.
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“You're lucky my parents aren’t home. That would’ve been your ass if they heard you throwing pebbles at my window.” You spoke pointedly as you and Todoroki entered your bedroom. He stayed silent as he stood by the door and watched you slide into your bed, turning on the lamp beside you and propping your back against the headboard.
“Well?” You asked once you finally settled in your sheets. “Are you just going to stand there and stare at me or are you coming to bed?”
Todoroki nodded in embarrassment with a blush on his face and hurriedly made his way towards you. He kicked off his shoes and crawled into your bed, opening your thighs while doing so.
“Can I lay on you?” He softly asked, and you cleared your throat once you felt his cold hands grip your skin.
“Um yeah.. go ahead.” You said to him, trying to contain the smile threatening to come out because you could see how comfortable he’s become with you.
And with that, Todoroki nestled himself between your thighs to where he laid his head on your stomach and you wrapped your legs around him. You rubbed your fingers through his soft hair and he closed his eyes at the sudden contact, pushing himself deeper into your touch.
“Me and Endeavor got into another fight” He grumbled into your shirt and you paused your movements, not expecting the abrupt mentioning of his father. Your stillness caused Todoroki to throw his head back and you shivered at how his blue and grey eyes bore into you. Now that you knew Endeavor was somehow involved, you understood why Todoroki was in such a distressed state and why he showed up to your doorstep so late.
“What happened?” Your question seemed to make Todoroki flinch, but he quickly composed himself before you could comment on his reaction.
“He just keeps trying to control me, even though he promised he wouldn’t anymore. He just won’t let go of this stupid notion that he’s going to make me stronger than All Might and it’s stressing me out with how much he’s been pushing me. I wanted to skip training tonight but he insisted that I sparred with him and he wouldn’t listen to me when I tried to explain how I felt…” Todoroki clenched his jaw. “So I left before I did anything reckless.”
You stared at Todoroki, not really knowing what to say to that. You knew that his household was nothing short of toxic, but It was still difficult for you to comfort him because Todoroki was going through something that even you couldn’t wrap your mind around. You glanced back down to your boyfriend, his eyes that were once on you were now averted to the side with a few tears falling from them.
“Baby don’t cry,” you quickly said while grabbing and cradling him, that being a trigger for his arms to wrap around your body tightly. Todoroki buried his face deep in your shoulder and the sound of his low cries filled your room, this shocking you because you’ve never seen him in such a vulnerable state before. Hearing him in pain and feeling him cling on to you like he feared losing you made your heart ache and your own eyes start to water.
“Shoto, look at me.” You demanded, and after a few moments, Todoroki managed to calm himself down and finally gaze up at you with red, puffy eyes.
“I mean this from the bottom of my heart when I say fuck Endeavor. It’s not right that he keeps treating you like this and it's even more unfair that he keeps getting away with it. You do not exist solely to surpass All might because you are your own person, and Endeavor needs his ass beat for trying to control you like you’re his own personal puppet. He’s trying to live through you and he as a parent needs to realize that he shouldn’t place his burdens onto his children. Your thoughts, your wants, and your feelings are all valid, Todoroki.” You spoke, becoming passionate the more your words flew from your mouth. Todoroki sniffled once you were finished speaking and couldn’t help but start laughing to himself.
“You know what, y/n? You’re right-- fuck him.” He emphasized the last part and this time you both laughed. Todoroki then got up from his previous position of laying on you and moved up to where he propped both of his arms on either side of your body, your faces now close in proximity.
“Thank you, I really needed that.” He whispered while grinning and leaned himself up to kiss you on the forehead. You felt your face heat at Todoroki’s words and the smile you were trying to suppress had finally broken across your brown face.
“I’m okay and I feel a lot better now thanks to you. I see coming to you was the right decision after all.” Todoroki mused while moving back and looking down at your happy face. In all honesty, you were glad that Todoroki had come see you tonight too because being able to console and cheer him up gave you the best feeling.
“All of that ranting made me sleepy, though.” Todoroki suddenly said with a yawn and when he finished, his eyes moved to stare at your head. “What’s that?” Todoroki asked with squinted eyes.
“It’s called a bonnet. It protects my hair while I’m sleeping.” You answered, wondering how he just now recognized that you were wearing one. You assumed he was going through a lot so what was on your hair was probably the least of his concerns.
“A bon-net?” He pronounced out loud with a thoughtful expression before turning back to you with a smile. “Well If It protects your hair, can I wear one?”
You laughed at Todoroki’s question before gently pushing him off of you. You turned your body to reach into your drawer and you digged around until you finally felt the silk touch your fingers. You held it out towards him and he stared at it with awe.
“Here, let me put it on for you.” You volunteered as you stretched the elastic out with your hands and stuck it on to Todoroki’s head. Once you put it on him, he moved his head to the side to look through your mirror and turned back around to face you with a smile.
“Do I look sexy?” Todoroki asked while wiggling his eyebrows and you rolled your eyes, leaning over to turn your lamp off and cause darkness to fill up your bedroom once again.
“Shoto, go to sleep.”
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The Red Witch
Jasper Hale x Reader Part 5
A/N: Part 5 is here my lovelies! Bon apetit! Let me know if you want to be added to the tag list. 💕
Summary: Imagine being an immortal witch from the Middle Ages and being the previous love of Jasper before he was turned. You two were separated under certain circumstances and cross each other’s path once again, years later in the present era.
Warnings: Language
Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3 , Part 4
It was the year 1862. You were sitting in the private carriage of the train that early morning, on the route to Houston. This was your first time in America and you couldn’t help the excitement in you as stared out the window at the vast lands before you. Unbeknownst to Charlotte and some others, you were a countess at the time, in courtesy of your father, Count Balthazar, who was long dead. But you tried to keep your family history as confidential as possible, considering your father was a sorcerer and your mother a witch. When you grew into a young woman, you left your family castle and went your own way, leaving behind everything that reminded you of your cruel father and donated all his wealth to charity. As for your mother, she was a beautiful sea witch. After the death of your father, she was able to gain her freedom and now lives happily in a humble cottage on the coast of Scotland, close to her beloved sea, and married to the local clocksmith who loves her more than your father ever could.
The reason you were traveling to Houston was because you were recently invited out here to preform at the local theatre for charity, to which which all the funds would go towards the families affected by the war. You were a known opera singer at the time and people fell in love with your clear and soft voice that held all the emotion and sadness behind it which was beautiful to their ears. You were also quite an exceptional pianist. It originally started out as a hobby, something you decided to test the waters with, but you didn’t know it would grow into something serious, eventually venturing you out into having a strong passion for the arts like singing, acting, and even painting. When your father was around, you were never able to pursue such things. He believed they were nonsense, a complete and utter waste of time. While these activities were useless to him, they were your whole heart and soul for you. You breathed for the arts. You guess you had your mother to thank for that, she used to sing you a lullaby every night when you were a child to calm your nerves because of the visions you would have. Thankfully, those visions ceased to happen as you got older.
The gentle rocking and sound of the train had lulled you to sleep as you currently had your head leaned against the window and your feet thrown up on the seat of the train. Your hair was tied up in a bun with a peridot green ribbon while a few loose pesky strands fell about your face. A leather bound Wuthering Heights book was tucked neatly in your hands on your lap. You were wearing a simple grey long sleeved gingham linen dress with delicate black lace trim at the sleeves and your collar. A peridot green velvet ribbon was tied around your waist, your neckline sat at the bottom of your neck and covered your collarbone, and a few black buttons ran down the front of your bodice.
Your dear friend at the time was sitting across from you with her fiancé. Her name was Charlotte Griffiths, the daughter of a governor. And though she was mortal, you absolutely adored her, for she took you in when you nearly did not have a home and cared for you as if you were her own sister. Then again, you always adored mortals. This was before you had known Melanie whom you had only met in the 60s. Charlotte’s fiancé was Lord Ernest Thompson, the owner of a estate and a businessman. He was a kind, charitable, and respectable young man, and you thought he was the perfect match for Charlotte. They both were kind and gentle souls.
“Isn’t this exciting (Y/N)?” Charlotte squealed, waking you from your nap.
“Hm?” You opened your sleepy eyes to look at a blur of what most likely was your friend. “Oh of course.” You yawned, giving yourself a minute to adjust your eyes and mind to reality. “Technically you’re the one who begged me to accept the invitation for performing here and practically dragged me along.” You smirked.
“Oh admit it. I saw your face light up when you received that invitation. Anyways, isn’t this a wonderful little adventure for us? You’ve told me how much you liked to travel.”
“Well I wouldn’t quite call a civil war a wonderful little adventure.” You snarked lightheartedly, letting out a scoff before starting to dwell upon what sort of mess you’ve just gotten into.
“My god woman.” Ernest chuckled playfully, lifting his eyes from the newspaper he was reading, his glasses sitting at the bridge of his nose as he glanced at Charlotte. “Can’t you see (Y/N) was asleep?”
“Well I....I’m merely excited my love.”
“Merely?” He raised a brow.
“Oh you’re being harsh on her Ernest.” You joked along, smiling to yourself as the lovers started to lightly quarrel.
You stared out the window again, watching the scenery blur past. You have seen many lands in your time, how they have changed over the course of years, how some have come and vanished to dust. You have seen kings rise and fall. But you haven’t been here, to America. This was all foreign to you.
The train finally came to a stop at the train station and you quickly grabbed your things, desperate to get out and stretch your legs. You hastily threw on your matching bonnet, not caring that it sat crooked on your head. You rushed towards the door and hitched up your skirt, struggling with the petticoat and making sure not to go past the ankles of your boots and expose your stockings or else Charlotte would have a heart attack. You grabbed the handle and stepped down from the train and onto the wooden platform as Charlotte and Ernest followed suit.
Right when you stepped out you could feel the hot and thick damp air surround you, and you couldn’t help but bring out your fan and fan yourself vicariously.
“My goodness it’s muggy. It’s like the devil’s bollocks out here.” You breathed out.
“(Y/N)!” Charlotte exclaimed, smacking you gently with her fan. “Mind your manners!”
“Sorry.”
“You forgot your parasol by the way.”
“Oh. Right.” You took your parasol from her hands and opened it up, putting your fan away. “Wouldn’t want to forget my complexion guardian.”
You were so used to London weather, now you had to get used to this, and your corset was not helping either.
“Would you look at that Charlotte. The sun.” You made a point to her, only making her shake her head.
Once you were all settled and had your things you all headed to the nearest bed and breakfast and checked into your rooms. You and Charlotte shared one while Ernest had his own. You had just set your belongings inside before Charlotte decided now would be a good time to go to the local tea house, despite your slight dismay as you would much rather be taking a nap. You were sitting out on the tables in front of the local tea house, your head propped up by your hand and a cup of tea in your other, while chatting with Charlotte as you watched the local people pass by.
“My goodness. This heat, it’s nearly disgusting.” Charlotte fanned herself as she wiped her forehead.
“I’m sweating in places I didn’t know I had. I might as well be stripping myself bare to the bone.” You added, fanning yourself with your hand.
“I told you to wear a crinoline.”
“What? Those ghastly looking cages for your legs? Never.”
You stared off into the distance in a sort of dazed state, thinking about your comfortable bed back home, and your collection of books you left behind. You were also starting to miss your mother, wishing you were in Scotland watching the waves with her, before noticing that Charlotte had gone awfully quiet.
“What’s gotten into you?” You asked her, seeing her stare at something behind you. “Charlotte?”
“My my, I think you have an admirer.” She giggled, her youthful face lit up with giddiness as she tried to contain her laughter.
“What on earth are you babbling about?” You turned to follow her gaze and saw a tall stranger wearing a military uniform staring in your direction. You straightened up in your chair, your face firm as you started to feel yourself get anxious. You were silently hoping he wouldn’t come over to your table to strike up a conversation.
“Oh! He’s a rather fine looking gentleman I must say. Annnd he’s an officer.” Charlotte was now leaning in to whisper noticeably in your ear. You can practically hear her next you, trying so hard to contain her giggles.
“You’ve gone daft Charlotte. He’s obviously fancying you. You’re the pretty one.” You turned back around, completely disinterested.
“I think not! You know I’m engaged!”
“And how would he know that detail? Hm? A man who sees a pretty woman without any knowledge as to who she is, is most likely to approach her, without any assumption as to whether she is engaged or not. To which he’ll find out sooner or later I must add.” You ran on before taking a sip of your tea.
“Oh come now (Y/N). You know I wouldn’t.”
“I don’t know, you seem to be a little too excited upon seeing other men. I don’t hear you speak of Ernest as such, as I might recall, a rather fine looking gentleman.”
“You know I love my dear Ernest more than anything. I’m just trying to find you a suitor.”
“I honestly wish you wouldn’t.” You sighed inaudibly. “What I’m trying to say is, that gentleman over there does not know that. So just.....oh bloody hell. I don’t know. Just be prepared to decline his advances towards you.”
“You lack faith my dear.” She gave you a pitiful look before looking behind you once more. “Oh look! He’s coming this way!”
“He’s what?! Charlotte!” You hiss as you lightly slap your hands down on the table as to not draw attention. “Don’t just invite him over.”
“Ladies.” You heard the man now standing beside you as he took off his hat and lowered his head in a polite greeting.
You had gotten so nervous in the mere matter of a minute that you couldn’t stop yourself from letting out the next word that slipped your tongue. “Fuck.”
There was a brief silence as Charlotte and the stranger stared at you in utter disbelief at what a proper lady like you had just uttered. A few others who sat at the other tables near you in earshot stared at you in displeasure before looking away.
Oh just wonderful. You wanted the world to eat you alive right there so you could escape their peers.
You locked eyes with the officer for a brief moment before turning away and fixing your gaze on something else, doing your best to seem preoccupied. You wished you brought your book with you so you could bury your face in it.
Charlotte let out an uneasy laugh befor turning to the man. “Well hello officer! I’m Charlotte Griffiths.” You caught your friend extending her gloved hand out to him, to which he kissed lightly.
“Pleasure to meet you.” You heard him say in this thick southern accent you were definitely not accustomed to.
“This young lady here is my dear friend (Y/N) (Y/L/N).”
“Charlotte. Stop this instance.” You leaned closer to her only for her to hear.
You were starting to feel embarrassed more than anything.
“Ma’am.” He now turned to you, to which you gave a short reply without making any eye contact.
“Good day.”
“You know (Y/N) here has come to preform for the opera tomorrow night. You should come!”
Charlotte you did not just.
You sat there with your arms folded and glared at her. She loved getting you into these predicaments, innocently enough. If only she knew how much it bothered you.
“Really?” He turned to you now, smiling. “I thought I heard that name somewhere.”
“Oh, well she’s only one of the best sopranos in England.”
“Ehem. Charlotte that’s quite enough. Thank you.”
You almost felt ridiculed at the moment as you felt the stares of everyone around you weighing in on you. And then that sensation started to creep on you. The same one you felt when you were a child. You glanced around, seeing and hearing the blood flowing through everyone’s veins and their hearts beating in their chests, glowing like a red ruby. You squeezed your eyes shut and pinched the bridge of your nose, silently muttering to yourself and remembering the meditation your mother taught you. Earth, fire, water, air, and spirit. You glanced up from underneath your bonnet as the sensation died down and you could finally hear Charlotte calling out your name.
“(Y/N). Are you alright?” Charlotte was reaching out a hand to clasp your gloved one, gently shaking them.
“I’m fine.” You breathed out while rubbing your temple. “It’s just a migraine.”
“Do you need anything for it?” Charlotte questioned you.
“No. God no. I don’t need any of that poison.” You got up from your seat and dusted yourself off before grabbing your parasol. “I’m going to head back to the inn if you don’t mind Charlotte.”
“Do you want me to walk you back?” The officer asked you, his voice laced with concern as he took a step towards you.
You took a step back away from him in response, still avoiding his eyes. “No. I’m quite alright. I’m pretty sure I can walk back to the inn without any assistance thank you.”
“Good day.” You nodded your head at him before turning away and heading back to the inn.
The officer was the most surprised at this situation if anything. He never received this sort of reaction before. Growing up, he always appeared to have a way with words and an influence over people, they always seemed to like him. His father called it charisma. And yet here you were, this woman he had barely just met, and you didn’t have the slightest sway from him. He was a bit perplexed at this, since he was now the one that was drawn to you.
You on the other hand, you found him to be rather bold. This had happened plenty of times before. Charlotte would bring over someone to introduce to you and it always ended up with you turning them down since everyone of them had been a cocky arrogant arshehole. But the one thing you didn’t want to admit to yourself was you were scared of falling in love. The last time you did, it didn’t end well. Ever since then, you tried to keep your distance and your emotions locked up. After all those years of isolation, you eventually led yourself to believe your curse made you incapable of love.
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A Certain Step
No warnings, just fluff except one line of Bucky's injury, but not detailed. Bucky x Reader Regency AU. 4,882 words.
A/N: This is a repost of something I wrote in 2017. Since then I lost most of my work, but was able to find this one and clean it up a bit. I also updated it to use fewer physical descriptions of the reader. Thanks @shreddedparchment for encouraging me to repost. Enjoy!
“Y/N! Y/N wake up, child! Captain and Mrs. Wentworth's ball is tonight and we must get ready! Don’t laze about!”
Y/N Y/L/N sat up in bed, ignoring the dizziness that came from moving too quickly. Her mother was right, she had overslept already and needed to prepare.
She pulled on her slip and, as she combed through her closet, thought about how she would like to present herself that evening. As the only daughter of a local gentleman – who earned enough in his mercantile ventures for his wife and child to live comfortably, but not enough for them to attend balls as regularly as their neighbors – she owned few dresses that would be presentable at a captain’s ball. Hiring a coach and horses, purchasing new dresses, and stocking up on ribbons – for who can forget ribbons – add up quickly.
Y/N was certainly considered beautiful, but without a large dowry she was in no danger of wicked men trying to snatch a fortune. She was lucky enough that, whomever she was to marry, her parents encouraged her to marry them for love, as they did.
She decided on a white muslin dress with her favorite lilac ribbon tied around the high, empire waistline. The muslin base was overlaid with a sheer covering with white stars she embroidered herself. She styled her hair up on her head, dotted it with wild forget-me-nots, and allowed some of the locks to escape and frame her face. Her mother came into her room, adjusted her hair to fall more evenly, and nodded in approval at her reflection.
"There. Aren't you lovely? Now, we have a little time before we must leave. Why don't you work on your bonnet you were trimming? Though, I think you and I both know you’re more likely to read that novel you keep going on about!"
"Yes, mother."
Y/N made her way to the parlor to read the latest novel she purchased in town. Her mother was right, she’d rather read than trim the hat she got stuck on three days ago and has refused to touch since.
Too soon it was time to go. She clambered into the small coach along with her mother and father with assistance from the coachman. As the wheels clattered down the dirt roads, her mother couldn't help but gush over the possibilities of the evening. Her father pretended to watch the countryside pass out the window, but Y/N knew he was listening to his wife's excitement. He had a small smile that he hid behind his hand while resting his elbow on the sill.
Her parents loved each other like no other couple she knew; the term wedded bliss seemed to be made for them. She was animated and cheerful, he was reserved and coy; together the two of them could be mischievous if they put their minds to it, which they often did.
She only hoped to have a love like theirs one day, but due to her small dowry she knew there was the possibility that she would marry a local, small-minded land owner who wouldn't encourage reading or dancing.
If there were three things in life she loved, it was reading, laughing, and dancing. No matter the tune or dance, she was a natural. The rises and falls of the music always moved her feet, whether it was a quadrille, a reel, or the slowly dying minuet, she loved all dance. Most young gentlemen that caught her eye were avid dancers.
The coach slowly pulled up to the hall as her family piled out. Her parents greeted the Wentworths, Mrs. Wentworth commenting on how lovely she looked this evening while Captain Wentworth and Mr. Y/L/N promising a drink together later.
As she walked through the doors the familiar feeling of awe and anticipation washed over her. The first dance was already starting on the wooden floors of the wide room. Chaperones were standing and sitting on the sides of the hall, some watching their charges more carefully than others. Men were flowing in and out of the card room, laughing and drinking along to the music. The musicians were in a balcony above the head of the room and several lines of dancers flowed down to the bottom. Young folks chatted and flirted at the ends of the sets while making sure they were ready to hop into the fray when the dance reached them. One young lady was so lost in observing her partner’s uniform that she started to balance when the rest of her set went to moulinet. She rushed to join back in, but the damage was done, and Y/N could see how embarrassed the young woman was.
Her mother came up next to her and entwined their arms as they walked through the room.
“There are many young people here tonight, especially with both the militia and Captain Wentworth’s men in town,” her mother said. “What do you think, has anyone caught your eye yet?”
“Mother! We’ve only just arrived!”
“You can’t blame me for asking, dear. You are my only child and I want nothing more for you than to be swept off your feet in a suitable match.”
“And what do you consider suitable for me, mother?”
“Well,” she started, glancing around the room at the gentlemen. “To start he must be handsome enough to tempt you, but kind and gentle. He must be well-read and – a definite requirement – he must enjoy dancing as you do.”
“I don’t know if anyone enjoys dancing as much as I do,” Y/N said, her mood faltering slightly.
“To be fond of dancing is a certain step toward falling in love, my dear," her mother confided in her. "Why, your father and I met in a ball just like this when I was your age and someday there will be a young gentleman who will love you just as much as he loves me. Who knows; maybe a suitor will make himself known tonight?"
She winked and turned back toward the room to view the ladies in their finery and the gentlemen viewing the ladies as well. Y/N laughed, shook her head, and returned to gazing about the room.
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As they spoke, two gentlemen entered the assembly. The first to enter was blond with sweeping shoulders and dressed in the scarlet regimentals of the militia. His black boots clicked against the floor as he strutted into the room.
Following him in, the second had long, chocolate hair tied low by his neck and a clean-shaved, sharp jaw. He was dressed in the blue regulations of the Navy and the white lapels of a Lieutenant. His shoulders and arms strained against the sleeves of his embroidered blue coat, which he wore unbuttoned with his white linen shirt and neckcloth showing through. His expansive legs were covered by breeches and stockings, his black leather boots polished as to reflect the lights of the chandeliers above.
“Captain Rogers! Lieutenant Barnes! So glad you both could make it, gentlemen,” Captain Wentworth exclaimed as he approached the two newcomers.
“Thank you for inviting us,” Captain Rogers, the blond gentleman, responded. He gave a short bow to his Naval counterpart.
“Lieutenant Barnes, it’s good to see you out and about again. How’s your arm treating you?”
“As well as it can be, considering,” the lieutenant said in a slightly gruff voice. “I’m just glad to still be here, sir.”
“No need to ‘sir’ me here, we’re not on the Sophie now!”
Lt. Barnes smiled, knowing his former captain will always be his leader, “Sorry, force of habit.”
“No matter,” Captain Wentworth shrugged and gestured to the room. “Please, enjoy yourselves! Anne planned this evening for all to enjoy themselves.”
Captain Rogers and Lt. Barnes made their way through the room, chatting and admiring the general splendor.
It was then that Lt. Barnes heard the most beautiful sound: a laugh rising above the music and chatter. He searched about himself, looking for the source.
He soon found her, her head shaking side to side and loose strands of her Y/H/C locks moving with the motion. Her perfect lips were still curved in the aftermath of her laughter.
As she raised her head to gaze around the room, her Y/E/C eyes caught his stormy blue ones. They stared at each other in shock and the room seemed to lose all sound for a moment until she remembered herself and averted her eyes with heat rising to her cheeks.
He turned back to his friend, who had been admiring a brunette with soft curls from a distance.
“Rogers, do you know who that woman is?” Lt. Barnes said, clasping his friend on the shoulder to bring his attention in the direction of the beautiful creature.
The captain forced his eyes from his prospective partner for the evening and followed his friend’s gaze. He saw the young lady and didn’t recognize her at first, but saw the older woman she was with and inferred her identity.
“Why, that’s Miss Y/N Y/L/N! I’ve known her longer than I’ve known you. We grew up down the lane from one another!”
‘Y/N…’ Lt. Barnes thought, ‘A lovely name for an even lovelier girl. She looks like a doll…’
He shook his head and asked Captain Rogers to describe her.
“Well, she’s accomplished. She can embroider anything, makes hats and pillows, plays the piano forte, not a strong singer, mind you.” He looked back at his friend, and knew exactly what answer he was looking for. “She’s smart and witty too; a bit shy, but when she dances, she really opens up and enjoys herself.”
Lt. Barnes nodded and turned away from Y/N, walking toward the other side of the room. Captain Rogers was left standing in place, wondering what he said to upset his companion.
In truth, he had said everything right. Lt. Barnes may grow to like that girl, maybe even love her if he dared to hope. Only if.
While he has had the opportunity of winning prizes in his Naval career, it hasn’t left him unscarred mentally or physically and it weighed on his mind in the ballroom.
He has killed hundreds of men in the heat of battle. Fathers, husbands, sons, all of them had families they would never return to all in the name of the king and to prevent the tyrant Bonaparte from taking England into his clutches. He knew that if he didn’t do it, someone else would have to, or more English men might have died. It weighed so heavily on his mind some days that sleep eluded him for fear of the nightmares.
No woman deserved to share her marriage bed with a man half in agony.
Physically he was healthy – years of working on a ship has made him strong – but a life on a man of war has its risks. One of the largest causes of injuries on a ship was the shrapnel: pieces of wood that splinter due to cannonballs flying through the ship’s side.
It was one such exchange of cannon fire that caused his injury Captain Wentworth inquired about. He was below deck, assisting a gun crew after a midshipman had been struck, when a cannonball passed just to his left through an already weakened portion of the hull. The shrapnel ripped through his coat and shirt altogether.
The result was a devastating injury to most of his left arm, which remained covered in scars from his wrist up to his shoulder. He remained self-conscious of them long after the wound had healed, and they still bothered him sometimes, especially when it rained.
No woman deserved to be on the arm of a man who couldn’t even stand that arm himself.
As he continued to circle the room, he noticed Y/N again, this time helping a poor young lady off the floor after she was knocked over by a clumsy boy running through the hall. Concern splayed across on her face and her kindness radiated enough to reach him in his dark moment. As the young lady thanked her and went back to her party, Y/N looked up and their eyes met again. He bowed his head and she gave the slightest of a curtsy, the limit of what interaction they could have without being properly introduced.
As she turned back to, who he assumed was her mother, he decided to try to be worthy of her kindness, at least as an acquaintance and even if his heart yearned for more.
He wove through the crowds back toward Captain Rogers. When he met with him, Lt. Barnes leaned close to his ear.
“My friend, would you please introduce me to Miss Y/L/N? I find that I’ve been caught in staring when I cannot look away and am afraid she may think poorly of me before she even knows my name.”
The captain gave a wide, toothy smile at his friend, who was already enthralled with Y/N again.
“Of course. Shall we?”
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Y/N first saw the young Naval officer when their eyes met after her mother’s cheeky remark. She observed that she was not the only young lady in the room who appreciated his appearance. He, however, didn’t seem to notice them as he appeared to be distracted in his own thoughts. She kept an eye on him to make sure he would be alright. She didn’t know why she felt a yearning to comfort him; it might have been the storms she saw in those eyes.
Suddenly there was a commotion next to her and a young woman was on the floor. She quickly reached down and offered a hand in assistance. After being assured the woman was alright, she turned her attention back to the crowd and found the Naval officer already looking at her. He nodded to her and she ducked a quick curtsy to him; unsure what compelled her to interact with him.
He returned to who she assumed to be his friend, a militia man whose back was to her. All she could see was his close-cut blond hair and his regimentals. The Naval officer said something and glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. She averted her gaze before seeing who he was talking to and turned back to her mother. Mr. Y/L/N had long left for the card room and Mrs. Y/L/N tried to tell Y/N about how she just saw Mr. and Mrs. Bertram and their daughter.
She forced herself to pay attention to the conversation at hand once more, though some piece of her remained with the bewitching officer.
Her mother was soon distracted from discussing Miss Bertram’s dress by a familiar face approaching them.
"Captain Rogers!" Her mother exclaimed, curtseying as he bowed. "Why, we haven't seen you since the regiment left for Meryton!"
"Well, Mrs. (Y/L/N), the regiment has returned, and at the height of the season too! Did you know that Mr. Knightly and his family arrived not five minutes ago, and we should be expecting Colonel Brandon’s family as well…”
Lt. Barnes and Y/N looked on in the conversation, occasionally glancing at the other when they thought they were not being observed. Finally, Lt. Barnes politely cleared his throat at his friend.
"Oh, my apologies!" Captain Rogers made a slight bow toward him. "Mrs. Y/L/N, Miss Y/L/N, may I introduce Lieutenant James Barnes, my old school mate. Lt. Barnes, this is Mrs. Y/L/N, who was practically a second mother in my youth, and Miss Y/N Y/L/N just as much of a sister to me.”
The ladies curtsied and Lt. Barnes bowed to the women.
“It’s wonderful to meet both of you, though it is shameful that Captain Rogers here,” he said turning to his friend, “hadn’t told me about you before.” He glanced at Y/N at this remark, who lowered her eyes, but had a hint of a smile.
“I certainly have!” the captain said looking comically aghast. “Do not listen to him, Mrs. Y/L/N, I spoke often and fondly of your family while at school.”
“Not to worry, Captain Rogers, I will only cry a little at being forgotten,” Mrs. Y/L/N feigned dabbing at tears. “You had more important things to focus on, like getting into trouble at school, or so I’ve heard.”
“Me, never! A bit of mischief is all.”
“Come now, Captain,” Lt. Barnes said, “I had to get you out of more than one scuffle as I recall.”
“I was only 10! After you enlisted in the Navy, though I did have to rethink my opponents.”
“Who knows how you would have ended up if you hadn’t!” Lt. Barnes said, wagging his finger at his friend as if he was still a school boy. Y/N tried to stifle a laugh when she imagined the bickering the two got into as children. Lt. Barnes, however, heard the small noise and smiled at her.
“And what kinds of mischief did you incur as a little Miss Y/L/N?”
She scoffed slightly at the accusation, “I was nothing but well-behaved I’ll have you know, Lieutenant!”
“Oh, come now, my dear,” her mother interjected. “Why I remember one time you convinced the poor captain here that if he stared long enough at the bark of a tree in the center of town, he could see the outline of a grand ship!”
Y/N blanched, “Mother!”
Lt. Barnes let out a barking laugh which turned into harsh false coughs upon seeing his friend’s warning glare.
“Ahem, yes, well it seems we are all guilty of some infractions of propriety in our youth.” He leaned toward Y/N as if it were a great secret. “I once tricked the captain into thinking it was good luck if he caught up to a fleeing cat and gave it goat’s milk.”
Captain Rogers groaned at the memory.
“I ended up with hoof-shaped bruises, scratches on my hands, and tears in my new clothes. My mother was furious with me!”
Y/N could not suppress her laughter this time, and Lt. Barnes beamed at the sound.
The captain looked between the two, as did her mother. Both arched their brows and then glanced at each other. Captain Rogers cleared his throat and everyone turned to him.
“Well, if we’re done poking fun at my childhood,” he said, “I believe I saw Miss Carter earlier and I must greet her and her cousin. Mrs. Y/L/N, Miss Y/L/N.”
As he departed, Lt. Barnes was left in the company of the women and a silence fell among them. Mrs. Y/L/N said that she believed she saw an old acquaintance too and would like to greet them, but didn’t say who it was. Y/N was about to offer to come with her, but Lt. Barnes interjected.
“Well, Mrs. Y/L/N, if you would not mind,” he said glancing at Y/N, “I would like to ask Miss Y/L/N if she is free for the next dance.”
Y/N, shocked into silence, didn’t say anything at first until her mother not-so-discreetly nudged her arm and she came to her senses.
“I’d be delighted, Lt. Barnes.”
He smiled and offered his hand to lead her to the line of couples preparing to dance.
With the first few notes he bowed and she dipped low in a curtsy, glancing up as she rose and noticing he was looking at her. He smiled as the dance began at the top of the set, where her attention shifted to a few couples away. Y/N watched with a keen eye and smiled as she recognized the figures.
"This is one of my favorites, Lt. Barnes," she said, trying to keep her poise as the dance progressed toward them.
"And why would that be, Miss Y/L/N? Is it the figure when the lady leads through, allowing your figure to appear even more to the greatest advantage? Or perhaps is it the proximity to your partner leading the line of four down the hall?"
She looked at him in amusement for such a speech, especially his barely hidden compliment of her figure. She decided then to risk impropriety and make such a compliment herself.
"No sir, I enjoy this dance as it allows one to test the talents of one's partner," she said, noticing the dance was about to approach them. She had to act fast. "But I must agree with you, sir, that it puts both parties of the couple in a fine light."
When the tune looped again, they reached for each other with their right hands and started to turn. She could feel his warm hand lightly gripping hers through his glove, the strength hidden by long fingers. All too quickly they had to let go, but turned back by the left hand.
As they turned, she looked into his eyes, the irises matching the stormy seas he has sailed for many years, though she didn’t know what troubled him.
"When did you first join the Navy, Lt. Barnes? Were you a small gunner boy running about the deck like a monkey?"
"I was a young gentleman, only about 12, but I learned quickly," he said, seeming to shake off his distraction and remember something funny as they crossed by each other.
"Something other than the dance amusing you Lieutenant?"
He smiled again, as he walked in front of him back to her side and he to his.
"No, I was just thinking of someone you remind me of from when I first joined."
They crossed again and met in the middle of a line, leading down the hall. As they advanced and retreated she gave him a playful glare out of the corner of her eye.
"No one too roguish I hope?"
"No, no, not at all. A most principled fellow, but imaginative," he said as they crossed up and met in their progressed place, starting the dance again.
"Imaginative? You think such of me, Lt. Barnes?"
"Well the second question you asked of me was if I ran about like a monkey! I'm sure you pictured a mop-haired young lad climbing where he shouldn't and getting into trouble!"
"Well knowing Captain Rogers, and knowing that you're friends with him, it wouldn't surprise me in the least if you had a similar penchant for mischief at that age."
She could swear that he smirked at her comment, but the dance required them to turn away from each other at the last second, so she couldn't be quite sure.
"No, actually, it was your dear friend who caused the most mischief. I came to his rescue many times."
Y/N giggled and Lt. Barnes thought it was the sweetest sound he has ever heard.
"Now that I don't doubt at all. He once managed to get one of my family's poor chickens stuck in a tree. It took hours to coax it down. Clearly from your story earlier, he has a way with animals."
He laughed heartily, earning a few glances from the couples around them and making him duck his head bashfully as they casted to place.
Y/N smiled at the now easy-going man and the dance continued for the better part of 15 minutes. They discussed more about his career and found they had a common enjoyment of novels.
As the tune ended, they both honored each other again and prepared for the next piece of their set, which turned out to be his favorite, The Physical Snob. As this particular dance didn't allow for easy conversation due to the fast movements, he instead enjoyed how energetic Y/N was with her dancing and watched her skip around with the other ladies.
They continued to talk at the bottom of the set while waiting to rejoin. After the tune ended, they gave their bow and curtsy and would have continued together, however propriety required that the other be shared among the eligible dancers in the room.
He attempted to come back to Y/N for another two dances later in the evening, however she was already requested by Captain Rogers, who gave his friend an apologetic look before starting to lead the young woman to the sets.
Lt. Barnes leaned down close to her ear before she followed and in a whisper asked if she would be so kind as to save the next two for him. She blushed and with a coy smile said that she would.
The evening ended with the Boulanger, danced into the early hours of the morning with the sun rising above the grove. As the guests started lining up to bid their hosts goodnight, Lt. Barnes and Captain Rogers stood beside Y/N, her mother, and her father once more.
"My dear Captain Rogers," Mrs. Y/L/N started, "we will have to have you for a family dinner, at least three courses!"
The Captain bowed to her, stating that he would be honored to join the Y/L/N family for dinner, while his friend’s gaze caught Y/N's out of the corner of his eye and she saw that barely hidden smirk again.
As her mother and father gushed over the ball with the Wentworths, Captain Rogers made himself scarce as to allow his two friends time to bid their farewells for the evening, knowing there was a spark of something in their meeting.
"I hope your family has a safe trip home, Miss Y/L/N."
"Thank you, and you're staying with Captain Rogers, are you not? I hope you both arrive swiftly and safely as well, though he does only live a short trip away. Not that something couldn’t happen in such a short time, but it’s not likely, is it? Oh, I don’t mean to tempt fate by saying it’s unlikely…"
He grinned at her rambling and could tell she would have continued if the Wentworths hadn't rescued her with the expectation to say goodnight.
As the family and friends made their way outside, Mrs. Y/L/N and Captain Rogers hung back a bit and made tentative plans for a dinner, their hushed voices would have hinted at some conspiracy if Y/N had noticed.
Lt. Barnes bid the Y/L/Ns goodnight and offered his hand to assist Y/N into their coach. She gladly accepted and they both felt that same connection as when they first danced earlier that evening.
"Goodnight, Miss Y/L/N."
"Goodnight, Lt. Barnes."
Their eyes stayed connected as the door closed and the coach started to ramble down the path. He continued to stare after the coach until it was out of view before sighing and turning back. His friend stood there, arms crossed and a smirk on his face.
"It seems you are quite smitten with her, Lieutenant."
Lt. Barnes straightened his back and looked his friend in the eye, but then blushed and his bravado was all but gone.
"When do you think I can see her again?"
Captain Rogers laughed and put an arm around his friend, telling him in a soft voice what the sneaky captain and Mrs. Y/L/N discussed. Lt. Barnes's eyes bulged with the information and finally he chuckled and looked back to where her coach had disappeared.
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Y/N finally turned back to facing forward in the coach, sighing silently over the loss of Lt. Barnes's company. Her mother noticed this and a flash of a smirk went across her face before she composed herself.
"Well that was a lovely evening, wasn't it, Mr. Y/L/N?"
"Yes," he said, "excellent games of cards, good food and drink, better company, a brilliant evening indeed."
Her mother took this opportunity to catch Y/N's eye.
"Well, my child, what did you think of the ball and its company?" she said arching a brow.
Y/N felt heat in her cheeks again, but controlled her smile.
"Yes, mother, it was a wonderful ball. I will have to write Mrs. Wentworth first thing in the morning to thank her for the invitation."
"And it was so nice seeing Captain Rogers again, and all grown up and in the militia now! Oh, and what was his friend's name... It's on the tip of my tongue..."
Y/N knew what her mother was doing, but decided to play along.
"Lt. Barnes."
"Yes! That was it. A pleasant enough fellow, and quite handsome too. You danced with him, did you not, Y/N? Twice if I remember correctly."
"Yes, mother."
"How was his company during those dances?" Her mother's eye sparkled with mischief as her daughter averted her eyes.
"Like you said, he was quite pleasant. I would not mind seeing him again."
"That's good to hear child, because he and Captain Rogers are joining us later this week for dinner. The captain and I have already set it up, and goodness knows how late that could run. It'd be a shame if they might just have to stay for the evening and enjoy a walk around the gardens the next morning."
Y/N, shocked by the revelation and her mother's audacious planning, could not speak for a moment, but moved her mouth in an attempt. She finally schooled her features and smiled knowingly.
"Yes mother, that would be quite dreadful, but I'm sure we'll make it through somehow."
Her mother turned back to her father and Y/N looked back out the window.
'Dancing is a certain step toward falling in love, indeed,' she thought to herself as the sun rose over the woods of their home.
#bucky x reader#bucky x you#regency!bucky#regency au#bucky barnes#fluff#my writing#frostsoldier writes
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yan bonbon and bonnet? maybe freddy too but mainly the little buns! 🐰
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Yandere Bon Bon, Bonnet, Funtime Freddy x Reader
Yandere Bon Bon
Prepare to be praised and coddled to the max. You are just so sweet to everyone Bon Bon honestly can't help but reward every single thing you do.
Completed a hard task? Head pats for you! Made sure to eat well? So proud of you! Pick up trash? He could just cry!
He’s surprisingly not as physical when it comes to showing affection at first. He prefers to give words of affirmation and spend quality time, but if you like it he’ll show more physical affection.
He’ll often ask you to lift him so he can give you head pats or cuddle into your hand. Any initiated by you gives him such a boost. He can't help but giggle to himself when he thinks back to the moments you spent together.
One of his favorite moments with you is to be held by you. You are so gentle and the way you pet him immediately soothes him from all the stresses he deals with.
As lovable as he is, Bon Bon's use of manipulation tactics can turn endless if he believes you are doing something wrong. He doesn't mean to harm you it's only to steer you away from the “dangers” around you.
Seeing you around others makes him so nervous. It's one thing to have you around one of the animatronics but a whole group of them not to mention the people you interact with gets him so overwhelmed.
He starts believing that you must feel the same way as well. The only reason you talk to others is that you have to right?
Wouldn't you prefer to live a carefree life with him and his friends instead? You don't need any of those problems and negativity in your life. With Bon Bon, you'll never have to worry about being alone again!
He strongly believes that It is for the best that you stay with him underground. He may not be the strongest but Funtime Freddy could always help with that. Now you'll be protected and cared for properly!
Yandere Bonnet
Bonnet is extremely shy at first. As much as she adores being in the company of others, she can't help but become flustered around anyone who isn't Funtime Freddy or BonBon. So imagine how she would be around someone she admires so much.
With enough encouragement, you can get her to come out of her shell, but be prepared when she clings onto you like dear life
Bonnet is the equivalent of Bon Bon when it comes to showing an overwhelming amount of affection. However, Bonnet prefers to show it through actions instead of words.
She’ll have her arms wrapped around you in no time. You’re just so soft and cuddly to her! She loves being held and carried around with you wherever you go.
Every time you're gone for more than a second, she feels like she's going to burst into tears. She immediately seeks you out and you can tell from the pouting, red face how upset she is.
The company had to set up metal detectors because of the number of times she's tried to escape to find you again Baby could take some notes.
Compared to the others, Bonnet is the most lenient and understanding to you. The thought of you being hurt and unhappy makes her feel terrible, so she doesn't mind you being around others. As long as you have her by your side.
In the case where you do ignore her, she will become more possessive. She could never kill anyone and the thought of locking you away makes her sick. Damaging others’ reputations will have to do.
Of course, she’d never ruin your image but the same can't be said for friends, family, and co-workers. Spreading fake messages/ rumors and stealing items isn't hard when you have friends to help. By the time they try to explain themselves, it’d been too late. you'll be too disgusted to even look at them.
Luckily you’d have to purposely ignore Bonnet for her to act up like this. A simple explanation and a kiss on the forehead would make her fall for you all over again.
Bonus: Yandere Funtime Freddy
It's not hard for Freddy to catch on to how much Bon Bon cares for you. I mean this is the fifth time he's brought you up in a conversation this week and it's only Tuesday! The same goes for Bonnet, who is always clinging by your side. She’d always come to Freddy for hugs, so what gives?!
At first, he is pretty jealous and it's obvious he dislikes you from the constant eye rolling and subtle, sarcastic insults. He gets so defensive when anyone brings it up. That quickly disappears once he sees the way you are towards his puppets.
It's scary how his mood went from sour to loving at the flip of a switch when he saw you that day.
You thought he was out for blood when you saw him run towards you at full speed, but instead got greeted by a bone-crushing hug.
Freddy is more friendly and open to you now that you two are best friends! Expect to be held and touched, with the occasional teasing, because he ain't letting you go. He can't help it with how tiny you are compared to him. He just wants to smother you in love!!
Every time you leave, it feels like you've taken a part of him with you. He can't help but feel sick and paranoid whenever you leave him. Not to mention, the sight of his Bon Bon and Bonnet being sad over their missing friend just breaks his heart.
Once Bon Bon gives him the idea of having a new friend and member of a family to have you can wish your freedom goodbye.
Don't be surprised the next time you see Funtime Freddy giggling to himself, with a sinister look on his face. Before you even turn to walk out, he immediately snatches you into his stomach hatch
Now his sweetheart won't ever leave the little family they made for themselves~ ♡
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The Generals' Princess
Daddy!Jon Jonzz x Little! Black Reader
Author's Note: Hey guys! I wrote this bc I’m tired of seeing hardly any fics of this huge teddy bear. So I decided to do it myself. 💚💚💚
Disclaimer: None of these pics are mine
Warnings: Ddlg, eventually daddy! Jon Jonzz x Little reader and tons of tears. NSFW IN THE NEXT CHAPTER💚💚💚
Chapter 3- Cry Baby
General Swanwick runs up the steps to my dorm room. He’s so strong. I thought. He hasn’t grunted once since he’s been carrying me. The little inside of me preens with joy. I just don't know what he’ll expect when he comes inside my dorm. I thought. Once we’ve reached 315 I realized I didn’t have my key. “Sir I'm sorry but I don’t have my dorm key.” “I have a key that can enter all dormitory rooms.” He answered gruffly. The General pulls out his key and opens the door. Uh oh here it comes. I thought.
I take a deep breath and seal my faith. There’s no turning back now. The general walks in the dorm room and studies the decor. Oh I’m so screwed. I thought. As the bronze skin man studied the pink walls with the purple led light strips, I mumbled. “Can I get down now?” “Just a moment.” He muttered. He slowly walks over to my dresser and sees my favorite stuffies Ella, Bon-Bon, and Bella and sees the sippy cup I left on my dresser. “Hm.” He hums as he observes my room. I whimper. THIS IS EMBARRASSING!!! I thought. He walks over to my tv stand and sees Pocoyo on Nick Jr. “I was in a rush, so I forgot to turn off the tv.” I stammered. Why do I feel like I have to explain myself? I thought. Oh yeah I remember. IT'S BECAUSE THE FREAKING GENERAL SWANWICK IS IN MY ROOM AND IT'S NOT APPROPRIATE!!!!! I scream in my head. He walks over to my bed and sees my nightstand with more plushies. Susie the sheep and Susan the lamb. The General hums again and turn towards my nightstand and freezes. I gasp in shock at what he’s found. My minnie mouse pacifier!!!!
Humiliation flooded through me and I began to thrash out of his hold. “Let me down!” I shout. “Ms. Brown-“ “No! Let me go! Please!” The General gently placed my feet on the hardwood floor. Quickly I got whatever clothes I could find and ran into the bathroom, locking the door.
Feeling tears run down my eyes, I sniffle and try to regain composure. “He’s gonna think I’m nuts.” I whimper. I take off his jacket and start to get dressed in pink leggings and a grey army sweatshirt . “He’s one of the biggest crushes I had and now he knows and now he’s gonna dismiss me from the armed forces and and-“ I feel my body start to panic. It’s getting hard to breathe. I hazily place my hands on the counter and look in the mirror. Blotchy eyes and red cheeks and a running nose is what I'm met with. This is so pathetic. Suddenly I hear a knock on the door. “Ms. Brown.” General Swanwick's deep voice is heard behind the door. “Please open the door.” WHY IS HE STILL HERE! I thought. “No! G-go away!” I say in between sobs. “Please Ms. Brown. I won’t hurt you… Just please open the door.” He whispers. He sounds different, gentle even. Sniffling with courage I unlock the bathroom door and open it with fear of the unknown.
Opening the door, general swanwick studies my appearance and immediately I'm pulled into his muscular chest. Startled, I froze. My heart stutters and I can’t help but realize how muscular his biceps and arms are! Gosh he smells so good. I thought. The brooding man chuckles and mutters,”You can hug me if you wish Ms. Cloditila.” His deep voice vibrates his chest. Tentatively, I place my hands around his waist since it’s the only part I can reach properly. Sinking further in his chest I feel my eyes start to water again and before I know it, I’m weeping into his chest. He puts one of his hands on my waist and the other on my bonnet covered head. “I-I’m sorry sir.” I whimper. “Shhh…” He shushed me quietly. “It’s alright Cloditila… You’re safe.”
He holds me until my sobs are quiet sniffles and hiccups. He looks down at me with gentle eyes. The eyes of a gentle giant. “Are you alright?” He asked me. “Y-yeah Im fine.” I sniffle. “Unfortunately there is much to talk about in my office. We should move quickly.” He muttered firmly. It’s as if this cold ice has washed over him to become the brooding general again. “Yes sir.” I mumbled. The general turns around and opens the dorm room. “After you, Ms. Brown.”
We exit my dorm room and walk down the stairs. By the time we’re down the stairs, I’m out of breath and stop at the stairway. Panting I sit on the steps. But Mr. Swanwick just keeps walking as if we didn’t walk down three flights of stairs. “Wait sir!” I called out. “Hm.” He turns around and sees my fatigue form on the stairs. “Come now, Ms. Brown.” The dark man chuckled. “We’re only going on west of the facility.” WE HAVE TO GO IN THE WEST WING?! I thought. “Just a second, sir.” I pant. The sound of his Neiman Marcus’ could be heard from the ground. I hear him come near the stairs. “Do I have to carry you again, Ms. Brown?” He inquired. “No sir! I’m ready-“ I feel my body lose it’s stability to keep up right. The brooding man quickly holds my wrist with his large hand.
I guess that panic attack really wore me
out. I thought. The general heaved a sigh and kneeled at my side and scooped me up in his arms and onto his hip. Startled, I quickly clapped my arms around his neck. Mr. Swanwick continues down the path to the west wing of the Pentagon. We past our way from the mess hall and I see people turn away and look in another direction when they see us. Upset I try to struggle and get off only for the general to give me a disapproving look. “Your body is past fatigue and you need rest, Ms. Brown.” He muttered. “Is thrashing truly necessary?” “Yes! When it comes to you carrying me everywhere!” I argue. “Put me down!” I continue to struggle and thrash. “I will cease to carry you, when you give me good reassurance to.” He looked down at me and quirked an eyebrow. “People are gonna see, sir!” “Ms. Cloditila.” He stopped in his tracks. “It’s nightfall, no one's in this building but a few colonels and men.” He looks deep into my brown doe eyes and mutters,”You’ll be safe.” “Alright.” I whisper, taking his word for it.
We make our way to the west wing of the Pentagon and he takes his key card to open the door. The cooled and polished federal building meets us with bright lights. Mr. Swanwick strides down the corridor to enter the elevator on the top floor. As the elevator doors are about to close Colonel James and Smith enter the elevator as well. “Evening gentleman.” General Swanwick's deep voice encloses the entire elevator. I squeeze my eyes shut. “Evening, Sir.” Colonel James and Smith respond. Please let the ground swallow me whole!!! I cry in my head. Colonel James cough brings my attention towards him. Looking down at him from Mr. Swanwick arms, I see him smile at me. I impishly smile back. General Swanwick grunts and shifts his hip to the side leading me away from Colonel James. “Hm?” I mumble confused. I peer up at him to see his face. His familiar stoic face seems to hold some irritation from them. The elevator door bings open and Mr. Swanwick quickly leaves the elevator. “Please,” The General's deep voice surrounds the corridor. “Step into my office, Ms. Brown.”
The general walks down the corridor to his office and I can’t help but feel this sense of dread and panic. What’s gonna happen to me?! Is he going to dismiss me? He knows too much!!! He pulls out his key card to open the door and I'm met with his office. The autumn based design was truly beautiful. The deep brown curtains and the burgundy vintage desk made the office seem serious. Yet the browns and beige made a warm presence immediately. Suddenly he gently places my feet on the polished floor. I place my bare feet on the soft burgundy carpet. I take a deep breath and yet I know.
That what I say, I won’t like at all.
#daddy!dom martian manhunter x black reader#black lives matter#uncle bruce wayne#uncle clark kent#martian manhunter x black reader#martian manhunter#littlerebel#justice league
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XX
Pairing: Johnny Suh x Reader x Min Yoongi
Genre: Angst; Fluff; Friends to Lovers; Coworkers to Lovers
Word Count: 16.1K
Warning: Language; Past Infidelity (not by anyone in the pairing); Mild mention of not great mental health; Implied Smut at the end.
Rating: PG15
My Weird and Mildly Chaotic Banner Maker: @dee-ehn
My Lovely Dweeb Beta Reader: @guktro
A/N: This fic was crafted for the DramaVers collab hosted by the ever so lovely (never tell her I called her that) @namluve. My fic is based off the K-Drama/Web Drama, XX, which you can watch here if you feel so inclined. Would recommend. (Psst... it’s only 5 episodes all under an hour long.)
Summary: When you work your whole life to reach your dreams of owning a bar you hope that having that dream ripped from under you without notice isn’t a part of life’s plan. And you definitely don’t imagine that it comes with suddenly being business partners with your ex-best friend. But life doesn’t work in the way we want it. At the end of the day you try to focus on the things that make life better, until the two men in your life who hold your heart (something you didn’t think possible) meet and hit if off so well that you’re sure your life is moments from collapsing completely.
The entire time Hyuk spoke YN sat there feeling like she couldn’t process his words. She heard all of it and took it in, but she was stuck on what he’d said when she’d walked into their bar to do inventory on the one day they were closed. Hyuk wasn’t supposed to be there, so it shocked her to see him pacing about but then he blurted something out and she’d never had the chance to exit her shocked state.
“YN, did you hear me?” he asked.
She wasn’t completely pulled from the surreal feeling she experienced, but enough of her became present enough to look at him and nod. Of course, she wanted to retreat into thoughts that said it was all a dream when she saw the pity in his eyes.
“I really am sorry, YN. I had to sell it and I know I said I’d give you a heads up if I ever wanted or needed to give my share up, but it couldn’t be helped. It was the only way to get my father to give into appointing me a position on his board before he found someone else. But I found someone who's done well with other bars and she’s just trying to expand her portfolio, so I’m sure she’ll sell you her half when all is said and done,” Hyuk reassured.
None of his words helped her feel good about it though, if anything she felt worse after hearing him. It became more real as he explained things to her for the third time that night. Her dream of the bar being hers had been so close, she’d almost had all the money to buy him out and it all came crashing down.
To think her phone calendar had a day three months in the future as the day she’d succeed. For a moment all she could think about was deleting it, so instead of responding she pulled out her phone and did just that.
“What are you-” he started, until he noticed what she did.
“YN, I-”
Her standing abruptly was what cut him off the next time; plus startled him to the point where he almost slid from his bar stool. His klutzy actions usually brought her some joy no matter how brief, but nothing in her could muster up any positive emotions.
After she took a deep breath she stared at him with a neutral expression and spoke. “You can put everything I need to know in the office for me to check in the morning. Anything else can be sent to me via email. That includes the new co-owners contact information so that I can set up a meeting with them so we can discuss things. If I need something you didn’t give I will contact you. I hope everything works out just the way you want it, Hyuk. I’m leaving now, lock up behind yourself and mail me the keys.”
With that she turned on her heel and walked out of the door, she needed to put some distance between her and him. As well as her and the bar. Not even Hyuk calling out for her stopped her from leaving, nothing he had to say was something she needed to hear. At least not while her world crumbled before her eyes.
From there she went home. The process was a blur as she relied on muscle memory to get her on public transportation and then walk the rest of the way. By the time she came to she was inside and knocking on the door to her roommate’s bedroom.
“YN, I thought you wouldn’t be back until three,” Johnny said as he opened the door, voice laced with sleep.
However, his inquiry seemed to no longer matter as he took YN in. She’d stopped holding it all in and her body slouched, shaking slightly as the tears poured down her face. Every second or so she opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out until the sob finally released itself.
Johnny had her in his arms instantly. Not a word was uttered as he used one hand to press her face close to his chest and the other to rub slow circles into her back. And even when she calmed enough to speak, he merely shushed her and pulled her into his room. She wasn’t allowed to say a word until she was dressed in one of his too big t-shirts and they were cuddled in his bed.
She appreciated it too, because even though she’d been ready to talk her mind needed time to collect itself before she blurted out nonsense.
“Hyuk sold his share of the bar to someone else. Needed to let it go for his dad to give him some position at his company or some shit,” she whispered.
She felt Johnny’s body stiffen as she finished and then felt him take several deep breaths as she felt his heart speed up. He wasn’t a person quick to anger, but in certain situations he just couldn’t stop how quickly it came to head. Especially when he was proven right in a way he wished he wasn’t.
Minutes ticked by as he did his deep breathing and YN expected him to blow up or point out how he’d warned her, but nothing came.
“No, I told you so?” she asked.
That got a laugh out of him, though it was bitter.
“You know I won’t. This isn’t like when you bust your ass trying to get down from a table while drunk. This is your dreams being tampered with by a prick who couldn’t even show his dad he was responsible by co-owning a successful bar, but still managed to get what he wanted at your expense.”
Displeasure coated his every word and though it should’ve made her sad to think of her former co-owner and his shitty behavior she couldn’t help but laugh. It was because as he spoke she remembered all the times Johnny had snubbed or called the man out on his bare minimum rich kid behavior to his face. Johnny had never liked him and it was always clear to everyone, so he never missed a chance to be petty.
Sadly, that amusement went as quick as it came.
YN sighed. “Well, it is what it is now. Can’t change what’s already done. At least he said they only want to own it temporarily to pad their portfolio or some shit.”
In an instant, Johnny pulled back and looked at her with wide eyes.
“So, there’s still a chance?”
Though the hope in his voice boosted hers, she couldn’t get herself to give in. So instead of being as enthusiastic, she nodded.
Johnny’s eyes narrowed at that. “I will allow your non-excitement to slide because you are in shock and hurt, but you’re not going to go back to thinking this is a pipe dream. You can and will get the bar all to yourself. And let’s not forget you’re close to saving enough to start your own elsewhere if it falls through. And before you say it, I know this is your dream place in your dream location, but remember you had another dream location before this.”
Naturally, her best friend didn’t even allow her to voice her negative thoughts, something she was grateful for in that moment. She’d had a rant about how she should give up and all kinds of downer nonsense ready to spill out before he’d called her on her bullshit.
Another sigh escaped her and she nodded before laying her head on his chest again.
“Are you opening today?” she asked.
“No. After the bridal party, who wanted to drink and make perfume all night, I needed a break. And because they went well over their time I got paid double so I could miss three days and still not feel the loss.”
“Then can we stay in bed all day?” she asked.
“Sure, we can order something and watch TV. But can we sleep first, you woke me up too early,” he whined.
It was noon.
YN shrugged. “Fine with me, but I need to go get a bon-”
Before she could finish that sentence a dark purple bonnet was shoved in her face and she barely grabbed it before a thought came to her.
“You did steal it!”
“No, you left it in here after you took down your braids that one day. I found it somewhere in my dirty laundry. I for one don’t need a bonnet and for two, after the time I borrowed your SPF lotion and you nearly murdered me I learned my lesson,” Johnny said.
“You almost made me go outside ashy. My skin was being uneven with its six shades of brown instead of one, I didn’t need it to be dry too.”
He rolled his eyes at that but adjusted them a little so he could press a kiss to her forehead and then got comfortable.
“Yes, yes I know. Now put it on and go to sleep,” he said.
Part of her wanted to say something more, but she simply slid the bonnet over her hair, which was twisted, and laid down.
As her eyes closed her brain drifted to the horror of her morning, but she fought it off and tried to focus on the positive. Johnny was right; she had options, which didn’t leave her at a complete loss no matter how things went and that was a good thing.
Plus, she had Johnny by her side, even if it wasn’t always in the way she wanted. That thought brought a twinge to her heart, but she cuddled closer and reminded herself that moments like that were enough.
“He just dropped it all on you at once? I knew he was a self-centered prick, but damn,” Yoongi commented.
YN had relayed what happened to her main bartender when they’d both come in to prep the bar before it opened. She planned to keep it from him until she met her new co-owner, but he saw through her the moment she walked in that afternoon. Fighting him was futile, something she learned within the first six months of him working there, so she just spilled everything as she wiped down the bar stools.
“Yup. No warning at all, just told me with everything done before I could object. Something about thinking just being straightforward would lessen the blow. Since I prefer bluntness and all that,” she mumbled.
Out of the corner of her eyes she noticed Yoongi pause as he wiped down the counter and turn to look at her fully.
“Does that dumbass still not know what the word blunt means? Because it’s sure as fuck not screw over your business partner and the only person who kept a business afloat while he cried to daddy about not getting the position he wanted because he’s a failure. Fucking weirdo,” Yoongi shouted.
Though it wasn't really funny YN couldn't help but throw her head back in laughter, pausing in her cleaning as it coursed through her. She couldn't even stop the tears that came along with it.
When she finally pulled it together Yoongi was cleaning again, but the smile he wore showed he was happy with his handy work. And YN was thankful for it. He always knew just what to say to make her laugh when she needed it, even if the joy only lasted for a few seconds. It was one of the things that drew her into him as they got to know each other. Past his introverted defense mechanisms was a sweet man who often just did his best to help wherever he could.
The only person keeping her sane most days.
“Well, yeah he is a dumbass I will finally and fully admit it. But, he was a dumbass keeping me from having to put off certain things to keep this place moving forward, so for a time he was worth something. Now he’s just a fucking headache fucking up my plans.”
Silence filled the room after that as they finished sanitizing everything and got the bar set up for patrons. They were ready an hour in advance, which wasn’t something they usually did with YN preferring it to be only thirty minutes before the last thing was finished, but she didn’t want them working as she met the new co-owner.
There was nothing in her that wanted to impress them, but she preferred all the things be in tip top shape and nothing left to worry over as she handled something so stressful. It shouldn't have felt like that, but meeting someone she didn’t know and didn’t choose in a bar they would both own wasn’t fun. Especially when she thought about other people who’d come in before wanting to be her business partner but wanted everything changed. Something that wouldn’t happen.
“You can take a break and go out if you want. I can meet them alone,” she said as she checked one of the mini fridges under the bar one last time.
She expected Yoongi to say he’d go grab coffee from his favorite place to give him that final boost to keep on his customer service voice all shift, but he shook his head no. He grabbed a bottle of water and sat down at one of the tables farther into the bar. It confused YN and she planned to say something, but then the sound of a door opening caught her attention.
They both turned their attention to the intruder and YN immediately felt like the wind was knocked out of her.
In the door of her bar stood Chae Hyungwon, her ex-best friend.
Thankfully, he appeared just as shocked as she was, though he tried his best to pull it together. His usual fake confident smirk made an appearance and his gaze shifted from her to the space around them. His head nodded every so often and soft sounds of approval slipped from his lips as he did.
YN knew it was him avoiding her gaze to prepare whatever non-caring act he planned to put on with her, but that didn’t ease her at all.
“What are you doing here?” she asked.
After several seconds of blatantly ignoring her Hyungwon responded.
“Is that any way to speak to your new boss?” he asked.
Shock wasn’t the word that YN used to describe how hearing those words felt, mostly because it wasn’t what coursed through her. It was more like amusement at being some sort of joke to the universe. Amusement and immense sadness.
“Co-owner. You are my co-owner. And let’s not forget that I own most of it,” YN said.
Hyungwon’s eyes went wide. “You’re the co-owner?”
That was a small win for her.
“Ah, so Hyuk didn’t just decide to withhold information from me. At least he’s a consistent idiot,” she said.
There was a beat of silence before YN pulled herself together and decided that she would unleash her feelings later and handle her predicament in that moment.
“So, shall we sit and talk?” she asked.
Hyungwon stared at her for a moment before nodding. At that YN motioned towards a table she’d set up for them and went to sit down. She waited a moment for him to settle in before pushing a folder across the table. And though clearly confused he took it and flipped through the contents.
He scoffed. “What is this, a college orientation? Am I to read and sign all of these, then be punished if I fail to do them or disregard them?”
“Yes.”
That startled him, but YN didn’t give him time to recover.
“That contains all the information that you need to know about this business. How it is currently run, it’s vendors, it’s monthly costs, the excel sheets we use to track information so that we can make small changes here and there to stay on top of how to best run things. And as you saw on top, explains the rules that I’ve laid out for you as co-owner. They are the same for anyone who wants to take on that role and besides small adjustments have remained the same throughout my use of them. They are not fYNible. With a compelling argument I may be willing to bend something but the odds are virtually nonexistent. They must be understood and abided by and any of them that are major violations will be cause for termination of your co-ownership, without a mandatory buyout from me. Which is something that was in the contract that Hyuk gave you, so you’ve already agreed.”
“That’s not allowed. I saw it, but it didn’t go into-”
YN laughed. “You signed a contract without meeting with the other co-owner, the person who owns fifty-five percent of this bar. Thus, not allowing yourself the chance to get all the information. Which means you forfeit the right to suddenly demand a change on something you agreed to blindly. My rules are not outlandish, they are just specific and demand that you are serious or at the very least don’t get in my way.”
Laughter escaped Hyungwon, but it clearly held no humor. For a moment he looked prepared to argue or leave, but he simply reopened the folder and read over the first few sheets. Though there were a few sounds that were akin to disapproval that wasn’t what reflected on his face when he glanced up several minutes later. It was more so a look of mild amazement.
“This keeps anyone who buys in from doing anything slightly shady behind your back or straight up dumb without mutual decision. It’s ironclad, makes sense not to put it directly into the contract since you’re opposed to negotiating that part,” he said.
Part of her felt proud, though it was solely because she knew she’d done things well in that respect. But the other part of her was displeased that the pride appeared from hearing a form of praise from Hyungwon, even if it wasn’t directly from impressing him.
Naturally, he couldn’t leave it on a positive note though.
“Too bad you didn’t come up with one where it stopped him from fucking you over,” Hyungwon mumbled.
“Yeah, so sad, if only we could make those kinds of things for everyone we encounter. Though I guess something for me to hold people accountable for fucking me over wouldn’t be something you’d be personally interested in. Could be used against you,” YN said without missing a beat.
Hyungwon’s face went red after that and she could see a flurry of emotions playing out on his face but could pick up on none. Not that, that lessened her amusement at all. She’d gotten a reaction out of him and it was childish, but felt wonderful nonetheless.
“Is there anything else you need to show me?” Hyungwon finally asked after a minute.
YN nodded and stood from her seat.
“I can show you around the place and explain how things run. However, I ask that you hold all questions until you have absorbed all the information, I don’t mind if you use your phone or something to write things down as I talk. But if you think it’s important to know please stop me and ask.”
All she got was a nod before she led him around the space. She showed him the back rooms, including the office, and explained how things worked schedule wise with everything. Then she brought him back out front and pointed out things behind the bar to get him acquainted with how things worked. Then she led him through the space and showed him the balcony that gave the best access to their view of a skyline and water off in the distance. Once finished she brought him back inside and was about to wrap it up, but then he spoke.
“How many employees are there?” he asked.
“Including myself seven. With the way we currently operate, more aren’t needed, but there is still a chance we could hire a few more.”
Hyungwon nodded. “And I’m guessing he’s one.”
That was the first time YN glanced Yoongi’s way since Hyungwon appeared and she turned to see the male drinking his water and scrolling through his phone.
“Yes, Yoongi has been here almost a year now.”
At the sound of his name Yoongi looked up and while he didn’t seem particularly fond when he glanced Hyungwon’s way he did offer YN a smile, one she returned happily.
After that her attention moved back to Hyungwon who glanced between the two of them and looked prepared to say something but didn’t.
“Well, is there anything else you need or would like to see? We open pretty soon so we’re running low on time,” YN said.
Seconds ticked by as she watched Hyungwon stare at her but seem off in his own little world. It was something that was the norm for when he debated on what to say or do so it wasn’t surprising, but it made her uncomfortable.
“Hyungwon,” she called out.
He snapped out of it and cleared his throat. “No. I’m good. I’ll just sit off in one of the back corners for a while to watch how things go and then leave.”
A nod and then YN left him to do what he wanted. The two waitresses for the night arrived just then and everyone got their behinds into gear. Then minutes later their customers began filing in.
Though YN’s mind reeled from what happened she didn’t get the chance to linger on it, because work became the focus quickly. She enjoyed bartending so she did that alongside Yoongi and though the place wasn’t packed, people tended to order drinks rapidly. And since their bar had made its name for mixed and signature drinks it wasn’t just rounds of shots. They needed to mix drinks and do it right, half-assing it to get it out quickly wasn't something they did. Especially since part of the draw for some, besides the drinks, was watching them being made. They enjoyed some sort of show with it, though neither YN nor Yoongi went all out to impress, just did what they needed to with focus and a slight flourish.
So, by the time she caught her breath and wasn’t focusing on anything work related and glanced up to find Hyungwon she noticed his former spot taken up by someone else. He was nowhere she could see, so she assumed he left and felt herself sigh in relief. It didn’t clear the chaos she kept at bay in her mind, but helped it settle some.
However, she again didn’t get time to linger on it because they’d done the last call and an influx of orders came on. She and Yoongi worked to get them out and were thankful when people began to leave, some stumbling to the exit with the help of security.
From there everyone immediately began working on their sections to clean and an hour and a half later they were all on their way out the building. YN saw off her waitresses and security then prepared to say her goodbyes to Yoongi only for him to be giving her a look she saw when he’d offer to join her on the way home and she’d deny.
Which meant that fighting him on it would’ve been useless, so she just began walking towards the train station.
For several minutes they did so in silence and though YN seemed calm it was clear that she was fighting something off. Something she didn’t want to talk about or at least that’s what she told herself until Yoongi spoke up.
“You can scream if you want,” he said.
That made her pause and then laugh loudly. It brought on looks from the few people lingering about late at night, but she didn’t care at all. One would’ve thought she was laughing at the idea of screaming to release her feelings, but it was more so that screaming is what Johnny had her do when the incident happened years before. He got her drunk, took her to the top of a building and they screamed until she was a laughing mess on the ground. He’d had to carry her home after.
“I wish that was the fix for this. Hell, I wish I didn’t have such a strong reaction to him after all this time.”
Again, silence filled the space as they began walking away and neither of them spoke again until they were seated in a half-deserted train car. Yoongi took that as the perfect moment to bump her shoulder to get her attention and it worked.
“You could tell me about it. You don’t have to of course, but it could help the feelings a bit,” he offered.
At that YN sighed and her eyes closed. A lot of her screamed to let it die so she didn’t have to deal with the emotions again, but a smaller voice reminded her that the feelings would always be there and she probably only felt so intensely because she’d been forced to endure them in front of someone who didn’t know what happened. If it had been Johnny or her by herself she’d be better about it. And she had to remind herself she trusted Yoongi a whole lot, so telling him wasn’t the end of the world by any means.
Once she’d made peace with her choice her eyes opened and she turned so her back leaned against the small wall blocking her seat from the door. She knew that if she told him it had to be while looking at him.
“As you may know I have an ex that Johnny loathes with his entire being. I’m sure you remember that drunk rant that he gave the first month of you working there,” she paused to see his response and once he nodded she continued. “Well, I know he went on and on about planning to beat up all the people who’d ever hurt me, so there were a lot on that list. Anyway, he got to talking about an old friend before he ran to the bathroom to throw up. That friend was Hyungwon or my new co-owner, I don’t think I told you his name. But yeah, he was my best friend. Like that friend I made the moment I came to orientation and looked every bit of the confused foreigner I was. We clicked and he felt like the best friend I’d made in my entire life. Even helped me figure out how to work up the nerve to talk to my ex to ask him out.”
YN sighed and used her hand to push back a few loose curls that had slipped from her bun. The voice telling her to shut up got louder and she knew if she wanted to stop she could, but something about the attentive look on Yoongi’s face stopped her.
“In our senior year things were beyond stressful. He was dealing with family business stuff and his father has always been a difficult man. While I was dealing with trying to find a job so I could keep a visa and stay in the country, while also trying to graduate. We barely saw each other and I barely saw my boyfriend either despite usually sleeping at his every night. I decided to change that one night, I messaged Hyungwon to schedule a hang out and he agreed. Then I grabbed some food and snacks and headed to my boyfriend’s. I was at most an hour earlier than when I said I’d be coming, something not out of the norm for me and it wasn’t like he didn’t know.
“It was so quiet that I assumed he was asleep. I made sure to keep quiet as I settled in and then creeped towards the bedroom. However, I didn’t make it there, because while a few feet away the door swung open and I was met with him in his boxers and a disheveled Hyungwon. They didn’t notice me right away or at least I like to think so since they started making out and didn’t stop until I cleared my throat. The expressions of shock at that point are barely a memory because I’d started to tear up and just turn and left. They both attempted to reach out, but obviously I shut them down.”
After she finished Yoongi’s expression shifted to shock and then anger.
“And yet he acted like he was superior and has nothing to be sorry for when he came in today. What kind of bullshit is that? He should at least appear apologetic,” he said.
YN went to answer, but they were at her stop so she waited until they were off the train and up the steps.
“Hyungwon’s default expression is resting bitch face, especially when trying to hide some sort of emotion behind it. And he will lay it on thick. But he also is likely to force that and a haughty demeanor because he just does. It’s a defense mechanism, especially when he feels wronged in some way. He turned it on me a week after it was clear I wasn’t forgiving him. He’d prefer to be the one who is uncaring, then to endure too much emotion. No matter if he’s the cause of it.”
“What kind of fucked up shit is that? He messed up, not you. You had every right to refuse to deal with him or forgive him,” Yoongi said.
YN shrugged. “To a degree it’s a defense mechanism that I understand even if I don’t agree, but sometimes it does make him more of a douche than he’s going for. But it is what it is.”
They walked the short distance to her apartment in silence and YN couldn’t help but realize how much better she felt. It didn’t fix everything, but it helped more than she thought it would. Johnny usually was the one to get her calm enough to process the rest and she knew that once she told him the news he’d help her overcome the lingering emotions more, but with the chance to vent to the two people she trusted the most it was different.
Once they reached her apartment she turned and pulled Yoongi into a hug. He went stiff for a second before he hugged her back.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
“No problem,” he said in return.
She held him for a few seconds longer after that and then let go, gently nudged him towards the cab that pulled up at the most convenient time out of nowhere. Or at least she tried to pretend she didn’t order it when he wasn’t paying attention, but just like every other time she did it he saw through her.
They waved at each other and she went inside once the cab pulled off. On the elevator up she couldn’t stop the smile on her lips. Her brain had halted its existential crisis and focused on the memory of Yoongi’s own smile as the car departed. It was beyond cute and she’d told him that when she’d first saw him do it, but what she felt in the elevator was different. There was an all-consuming happiness and a weird feeling in her stomach as she thought of it then.
The smile didn’t leave until she was sitting at the table with Johnny eating fried chicken too late at night and telling him what happened. He ranted and raved, even made a few threats, which brought the feeling back again, but that time directed at her roommate.
Weeks passed, and though YN hated the arrangement for multiple reasons she got used to it. Hyungwon didn’t try to implement any major changes and most of what he did was stuff she’d planned to do months later when they had more than enough funds for it.
Though there was one thing she’d agreed to that came with some regret. Or at least regret is what filled her as she had to endure a couple who didn’t understand distance and chose to sit at the bar.
The moment they strolled in, clinging to each other, they’d made a beeline for her side of the bar and told her how they’d seen the bar mentioned on the account of some popular new actor and then promptly shoved a phone in her face to show her. All it took was a single glance to know that she’d never seen that man in the bar before and the picture had been taken around a time they weren’t open. He was sitting on the bar’s balcony with a drink in hand and you could see people enjoying themselves behind him, but they appeared to focus on appearing in the right angle of the picture for it not to be fully staged. Which meant it was Hyungwon’s doing.
YN agreed to allow him to expand social media reach because though she did it, sometimes it wasn’t the best that it could be. However, their definitions of expansion differed and about four celebrities that had never been there had posted about having such a good time at that bar. Something that brought in business, but also forced YN and her staff to lie when asked by customers. And customers asked a whole lot when they came in, needing every detail down to what the celeb smelled like.
It was annoying but arguing about it with Hyungwon ended up with her just conceding in annoyance every time. Despite the nuisance of it, she truly didn’t have it in her to keep the back and forth with him on the subject. Doing it just didn’t prove to be worth it.
So, she and everyone endured the nonsense. Though as she watched the couple get increasingly touchier she almost stormed off into the back office to put a stop to it once and for all. In fact, she’d turned to tell Yoongi that she was going to step away but was distracted in a second.
“YN!” Johnny shouted as he approached the bar.
From the moment she laid her eyes on her best friend she noticed the offness. The giant stumbled a little while he walked and there was a slur to his words. His clothing was also a little less put together than usual and though not noticeable to most people it’s something she picked up on after years of enduring his quirks.
“Johnny, I thought you had a date,” she said.
That immediately made him frown at her. Of course, she guessed how well that had gone, but she knew that he preferred to explain to her about how bad it was, so she got the true dramatic effect. So instead of saying anything she allowed him to take up a seat at the bar and got him the coldest bottle of his favorite beer that she had. He took it happily and downed half of it before he began his story.
“She wanted me to be a third in her relationship. Brought the boyfriend and everything. Which we all know I’m fine with and my dating profile says that, but you warn a person beforehand. She said she was single and then boom, boyfriend suddenly.”
He paused and downed the rest of the bottle, which was quickly replaced with another by Yoongi who happened to be moving by. Johnny gave him a grateful nod and picked it up, but just held it.
“And that would also not be the worst thing in the world, but then the entire time the guy kept sizing me up and then asking the most sexually invasive questions. At one point he asked me how big my dick was and seemed ready to whip his out so that we could compare them. I had to drink to get through the entire thing and sped out of there the moment the bill for dinner was paid. Blocked her dating account, her social media, and number on the way here. Then had to block his number, because apparently blocking her wasn’t enough of a hint for them,” he said.
YN winced hearing that part, because she couldn’t imagine enduring something so awkward and then creepy as that. Nor could she imagine not understanding when someone wasn’t interested after such intensive blocking.
Pathetic was the word that came to mind.
“Well, I’m glad you escaped them. You get to drink that one and one more, then you switch to water. Also go back and heat up my lunch or have someone grab it for you, you need something else in you and I didn’t get around to eating it myself,” YN said.
That changed Johnny’s demeanor in an instant and he glared at her, but before he could scold her about not eating properly Hyungwon appeared.
“YN, if you’re not busy up here can you come back into the office to help me with something? It’ll only be a few minutes, I want to know I’m doing this right,” he said.
Johnny’s glare shifted from her to Hyungwon, but neither of them paid him any mind.
“Sure, I’ll be back there in a sec,” she said.
Hyungwon nodded and disappeared again. And though it was clear that Johnny had something to say YN ignored him, turning to tell Yoongi only to get shooed away before she could open her mouth. She shot him a quick thumbs up and then hustled back to the office.
“What’s up?” she asked as she closed the door behind her.
The moment Hyungwon had her close enough he pointed to the screen of their computer and started to explain how he’d tried to do something in the excel sheet for the month’s vendor expenses but something went wrong. He walked her through the whole process before she stepped in to show him what he’d done wrong for it to not to work. And then they went over some of the other sheets to ensure they were right, as well as some of the vendor request forms that needed to get done by that time the following week.
It was an easy conversation and though weeks before YN thought she’d still be awkward and apprehensive; she’d managed to find a good groove in dealing with Hyungwon as a business partner and ignoring the pain from the past. He was someone who put himself fully into his work, so it wasn’t hard to mesh with him on the subject. In fact, he got more work down in the weeks he’d been on board than Hyuk in the years he was YN’s partner. She never minded doing all of the work before, but she also would never deny that having some of the weight off her was refreshing. Even in situations where she had to double check and teach Hyungwon the ropes a few times.
When they were done she stood from her seat and stretched, her eyes meeting the clock to see she’d been back there for almost an hour.
“Is there anything else you need?” she asked.
Though Hyungwon shook his head at first, he stilled for a moment and then whipped around to look at her. The expression on his face startled her with its seriousness, his eyebrows furrowed and the frown on his lips was intense. There was also a glint in his eyes that she recalled from when he found out some not happy news and a part of her worried greatly about what he’d say.
“Actually. I would like to apologize,” he said.
That confused YN for a second because she’d still be in work mode, until she saw the way his body sagged and then it clicked in her head. Her hands went up in defense as she shook her head rapidly.
“You don-”
“Please let me talk?”
And though her whole body screamed to not let him continue she couldn’t find it in her to not let him get whatever it was off his chest. So, she took a deep breath and nodded so that he’d continue, she didn’t trust herself to say the right thing.
“I know I apologized then and I meant it, even if I did the thing where I pretended like it wasn’t my fault and that you should’ve forgiven me. I fucked up on so many levels and I didn’t mean to. I need you to know that it was never my intention, I just… I don’t know how to explain it. That night is a weird blur of sadness, drinking, and feeling someone wanted to be in my presence and cared about my feelings. I gave in for stupid and selfish reasons. He told me you’d broken up over a week before, but even then it wasn’t an okay thing to do. I know that. I knew when I agreed. I knew when it happened. And I knew the entire time after.
“I have no valid excuse for my betraying you like that. I just want you to know that I’m sorry. And I’m even more sorry that I’m messing with your dream. It wasn’t my intention at all. I swear to you I didn’t know you were the co-owner when the contract was signed. And I’d planned to back out after I found out, but it was too early in the contract for me to be able to sell it to you and I would’ve had to sell it back to him. And I’ve worked with Hyuk before, he will continue to fuck things up. And I guess I’m using a lot of words to say I’m sorry and I’m rambling, so again I’m truly sorry.”
By the end of his tangent YN was left confused and unsure. She could see the sincerity, something he’d never been able to fake, and she knew he felt sorry for his actions when it happened, but she didn’t know how to respond. There was nothing in her head that felt like an accurate response to what he’d said. Especially the apologies, because she’d forgiven him a year after the incident. Not in a whole ceremonious way of letting it go to move on, but she realized she moved one already. The hurt wasn’t gone and she knew if she saw him her reaction would not be positive, but she knew that if she did see him and he spoke to her she’d probably be willing to talk it through with him. Hell, she’d thought about it for half a second when he first stepped foot into the bar, but he’d chosen the snooty demeanor and she’d thrown it away in an instant.
All of that uncertainty must have been clear to Hyungwon, thankfully, because he cleared his throat to regain her attention and then smiled at her. A real smile. The first smile she’d seen on his face since the first time she’d seen him again.
“You don’t have to say anything right now. You don’t have to say anything ever really. We can act like I didn’t say anything at all and keep going how we’re going. I just wanted you to know that,” he said.
YN’s mind scrambled to find a response after that because it didn’t want to have said nothing, but she ended up nodding and walking out without saying a word. She’d made sure to keep her expression light and offered a small smile before she turned away so he didn’t think she was running from him or hated him.
With her mind going a mile a minute she stepped into the staff bathroom to use it and run a cold, wet paper towel across the back of her neck to help calm her down. When she got worked up she got hot and needed to be brought down before it spiraled. It only took five minutes before she felt ready to head back out to the bar, though she wasn’t completely herself as she went.
A large part of her wanted to go back and yell at Hyungwon and then have a heart to heart, but she willed herself to keep moving forward.
However, when she reached the end of the hall she wished she’d done that. People seated at the bar had left and moved elsewhere, which made it easy for her to spot Johnny nursing a glass of water. He looked ready to drink it, but something else had his attention. Someone else.
Yoongi was standing directly in front of him, body bent over so that his arms rested on the bar between them. He wore a wide smile and reached over to poke Johnny’s cheek as they laughed together.
They were so close to each other and so comfortable, that it was almost romantic. Then with bated breath YN watched as Johnny ran his hand through his hair and winked at Yoongi, something he only ever did when he was flirting. A quirk that she’d pointed out to him once that he’d never noticed he did. But that wasn’t what made her stomach churn, it was the light blush that coated Yoongi’s cheeks as he punched Johnny’s arm.
Both men were flirting with each other and by their expressions it was far from the playful kind they’d done once when some girl kept hitting on Yoongi and wouldn’t understand no until Johnny stepped in as his “boyfriend.” Oh no, their flirting was real and natural.
And YN didn’t know which one it hurt more seeing do it.
At least once a month there was an event held at the bar and so YN wouldn’t open it to the general public. And by some miracle one fell on a Sunday and was during midafternoon, which meant she didn’t have work the next day and they wouldn’t be open late into the night. Both things were something she needed after over a week of feeling at her lowest.
The down feeling wasn’t new by any means, but it didn’t make it easier. Nor did her avoidance of Johnny, who usually knew the right things to say to get her out of a funk.
It was a consequence of her avoiding her roommate.
After she’d seen his interactions with Yoongi at the club she’d gotten over things pretty quickly, but they didn’t stop there. Though both males had talked before their communication ramped up. They were texting often and sometimes even video chatting. Along with that came an increase of them hanging out. On one free day YN had swung by to bring Johnny food at his shop, but when she appeared Yoongi was already there and they were eating. Of course, they invited her to join and she did, but it hadn’t been fun for her. Which was how she described all her hang outs with them. It was the constant third wheel kind of feeling and seeing as she had no time to adjust to her realization of feelings for both of them, she definitely didn’t have time to adjust to them possibly getting together.
All of it was too much at once and only aided along the low she felt. Which meant she turned to avoiding them when she could. Some things were changing for the club and that meant she had a built-in excuse to be busy. That coupled with her clearly being down meant that they left her be when she said she wanted to venture out alone or with other friends. And they definitely didn’t stop her if she just said she wanted to lay in bed all day and be left alone. She’d ensured that she did it a normal amount so not to alarm them and it worked for her.
Well, only worked in the matters of not being forced to third wheel. Though the times they hung out in the apartment while she locked herself in her room didn’t do much for her whole, dealing with feelings plan.
Not that she dealt with them well when not around them.
However, the day of the event she saw the light at the end of the tunnel for her funk. YN woke up feeling on top of the world and everything ran so smoothly from then on. They’d set up, received the guests, and kept the event running without incident. Minus the very drunk man who got weirdly passionate about telling the story about how the wine he was drinking was made and then proceeded to spill it.
Hell, even seeing how Hyungwon and his boyfriend mingled without issue brought her some sort of joy. And that joy was how her brain drowned out the voice that told her that Hyungwon’s boyfriend seemed familiar and not in the good way. Something that would have persisted if not for Johnny having approached her.
“Isn’t that the guy who showed up to that weeklong dating event with a different person each time?” he asked YN.
That was all it took for her brain to kick into gear and her head whipped over to look where Hyungwon stood with him. It took a single second to see his face and then recall all the times he’d come in with people and sometimes left with someone else. Or at the very least flirted with others, slipping people, including YN, his number while his date was preoccupied. He’d made her uncomfortable.
Those things weren’t cool and alone were enough to alarm YN, but that wasn’t the issue she found herself focused on when she stared him down. No, the problem was that when Hyungwon had appeared at the bar and introduced his boyfriend he’d spoken of how they’d been together for almost two years. That series of events had happened only two months before he became her co-owner. Meaning the man was a worse cheater than she’d thought he was.
“Oh, fuck me,” she groaned.
“Yeah,” Johnny said.
Though YN avoided eye contact with him most days the tone of his voice made her finally meet his gaze and it wasn’t comforting. In fact, he appeared a bit uncomfortable and unsure of how to react to the situation. She thought it was because of what happened, but then she glanced down to his hand and saw a business card in it. It showed Hyungwon’s boyfriend’s name and work info, but with a quick flip YN saw another number scribbled on back along with something about calling for a good time.
The man held no shame. Hitting on people with his longtime boyfriend present and the photographer of the event no less. Someone they’d hired to work it and would report back to them for how everything went. Truly the worst possible person because despite the possibility of lack of moral compass, the odds weren’t that great that he wouldn’t tell the person who hired him what transpired with their boyfriend.
A headache from it all was an understatement for what YN felt about it. But she knew what she had to do despite it all.
“Just…” she trailed off, taking the card from him and slipping it in her pocket. “Just don’t talk to him about it. I’ll bring it up when we wrap up for the night. It’s better I do it.”
“Are you sure?”
She wasn’t but nodded anyway.
Johnny didn’t believe her, but when she shooed him away to continue taking the photos he went without much hesitation.
From there she just worked to get through the last two hours of the event. She kept the bar going and even took a turn as a waitress when things got a little hectic since she hadn’t thought she’d need many staff on hand for something not that big.
Naturally, she hoped that it all was enough to keep her mind preoccupied, but that wasn’t the case. Any time she wasn’t focused, even for a second, her brain thought about it. And it was worse whenever she glanced up to see the both of them together as if one of them wasn’t a horrible human being. So much of her hated the idea of Hyungwon being hurt like that, even with their own past. No one deserved that. Plus, they’d made a lot of progress since he’d made that apology and YN had started to feel good around him. Like she actively wanted to be there. They’d even eaten lunch together a few times.
By the time everyone had cleared out and the staff was almost ready to go she snapped out of her own thoughts of dread to pull Hyungwon to the side. She said something about something she needed him to look over before he left for the night and he followed her to the office without hesitation. Which was good for her nerves, but not enough to quail the new set of anxiety that hit when his boyfriend said he’d wait and sat down at one of the tables. She would’ve preferred if he’d not been there to be confronted in her presence, but she didn’t have the luxury, so she pushed through.
When they entered the office she took a deep breath and turned to face Hyungwon, who appeared a bit startled and she assumed her expression aptly portrayed the discomfort and nerves she felt.
“I could prolong this because that’s totally what I want to do, because this makes me extremely uncomfortable, but I feel like you need to know. Your boyfriend has been here before. And not like just a random patron, but a person coming here on dates with people. Even attended a few events with a date in the last three months or so. And for the most part they’re always different people. And to make matters worse he’s always flirting with someone else when his date is away or even right in front of them. He’s hit on multiple staff members before, including me. Also, he slipped Johnny his card, with his personal number and a… flirtatious message on it.”
YN spoke so quickly she wasn’t sure he understood her, so the frown that appeared on his lips was what she used to indicate she could continue going. She reached into her pocket and pulled out the card, but before she could hold it up for him to see or hand it to him his hand was on her wrist.
Startled, she looked up to see the frown had left his face and he’d gone for a much more neutral expression, though his eyes held fire behind them. It almost made her flinch.
Hyungwon scoffed. “I didn’t think you’d stoop to this. He’d never even heard of this bar before I told him I was going to become a co-owner nor would he have the time to do that. Also, what could possibly be the problem with coming here with other people if he did. He can bring friends to events or out for a night of partying. My goodness YN why would you even try to spew such false info-”
Before he could finish, YN put a hand over his mouth. That confused him but didn’t stop the way he looked at her. And that only made her angrier.
She’d listened to his little rant about how she was wrong and hoped that he would change course. Hoped that the way his tone wavered every now and then was indication of him not believing his own words, but he kept going. If she hadn’t stopped him YN was sure he’d descended into words much less passive in calling her liar and into much more hurtful talk. And with the way she felt she couldn’t endure that. She refused to be hurt by him when all she wanted to do was help.
“I would never make up something like that. And I am not as stupid as to think people hanging out in a bar or doing the bare minimum of hugging is cause to deem them together. Nor would I sit here and make up being uncomfortably flirted with and Johnny getting his number and a not so ‘I want to be friends’ note from him. Something I was just going to show you. But that doesn’t matter to you apparently. Because someone who's been harmed by something as bad as cheating would totally make that up for shits and giggles or for some sort of revenge. Because I of all people who has let much worse slide would do that, right? Don’t believe me, that’s fucking fine. Live your life thinking I’d lie about that or misunderstand. But if you want to pull your head out of your ass you can look at this card, you can look at the files on the computer to see pictures from events, you can check the bar’s website and social media for the pictures too. Hell, go ask Johnny for them. He has more than he gave up and with the way he was making out with most of them I’m sure he has something to show that.”
After that YN didn’t wait for a reply, she simply turned on her heel, grabbed her bag, and stormed out of the room. She went out front so she could tell her manager to finish locking up and tell Johnny she wanted to leave, but when she got out there she saw something that made her feel even worse.
Johnny and Yoongi were standing across from each other at the bar laughing and being all touchy. It wasn’t the worst thing ever, but then they leaned in close enough that they looked ready to kiss until Yoongi happened to notice YN and turned to look at her. His smile dropped and he stepped away, moving to get from behind the bar but she didn’t stay put.
YN all but sprinted out of the building with three voices calling out to her. And she didn’t stop until she was in a taxi, sobbing and asking to be taken to some bar that was far away from her own business and home so they wouldn’t stumble upon her.
From then on time moved in a way that she couldn’t comprehend. She reached the bar and immediately muted her ringer to avoid calls or texts. And once inside she greeted the bartender she was familiar with and asked for a drink. Something she did until she was so drunk that she just barely was cognizant of what was happening around her. Of course, she wanted more, but she needed to be responsible despite all the things that had crumbled right in front of her.
“I called you a taxi, it’s out front. Go home YN,” JB, the bartender, said.
Though part of her wanted to say no she simply nodded, paid, and headed out to the taxi that waited for her. She managed to walk normally until she reached the taxi where she stumbled a bit and had to be helped inside. Once she and her driver were in their seats she slurred her words and told him her address. He grunted and they were off.
The whole drive her brain kept trying to figure out how’d she’d deal with Johnny when she got home or Yoongi when she had to work. Her brain was so hazy that she couldn’t form full ideas for Johnny, but decided she’d just have someone else take her shifts with Yoongi. That answer made her so proud that she smiled and patted herself on the back.
However, the back patting stopped when the driver stopped and she got out, only to realize he’d dropped her a few blocks from her apartment. He’d driven off by then and she felt slightly more sober, so she started her trek home. There was some tripping over her own feet and stopping when her vision blurred but she did okay.
Ten minutes in though she felt her stomach drop as she heard a voice.
“YN? Got damnit, YN where have you been?” Yoongi called out.
Though she heard him clear as day she continued walking without even a glance backwards. She even put a pep in her step, though that was less about avoiding him and more about being miffed about the use of her full first name.
“YN, could you stop,” he said.
She continued ignoring him. Even when she stopped to put in the code to her building, when she stopped to wait for the elevator, and when both of them stood in the small space together. Yoongi was displeased, but he didn’t force anything simply followed behind her.
He tried to speak again once they entered the apartment, but he wasn’t the only one.
“Can you just answer m....”
“Where the fuck have you been? I’ve been calli...” Johnny started
Regardless of their concerns she continued to ignore them both, even tuning out what they had to say as she kicked off her shoes and deposited her bag on one of the hooks near the door. The plan was to walk past them and into her room where she would pass out, but as she made her first step she tripped over a box that she hadn’t seen.
Thankfully, they caught her and got her standing and steady. She muttered a quick thank you and then looked at what had been her undoing, only to see a box she’d asked Johnny to move multiple times.
That surely brought up some anger as her head whipped up so she could glare at him.
“Why can’t you just listen to what I say? Or better yet understand that there is an issue? That all signs point to a fucking problem if you do something like that? Why? I’ve almost hurt myself like ten times already and you have yet to move it!”
Johnny’s own anger subsided a little and he appeared sheepish for a second, mumbling an apology and moving the box out of the way. He turned to her after, but she didn’t want to hear whatever he had to say or talk about, so she attempted to storm off to her room as planned. Attempting was key in that, because the moment the foot that hit the box touched down on its own she cried out in pain.
“Fuck,” Johnny said as he caught her and held her up.
“Stupid fucking box!” she screamed.
“Oh, fuck. What can we do? How can we help?” a panicked Yoongi asked.
YN cursed a few more times as the throbbing settled in.
“Just take me to my room. I just want to sleep and not deal with this shit.”
Both men nodded and helped her to her room, carefully placing her down on the bed. From there she slipped off her jeans - she had leggings on underneath - and shrugged off her heavy sweater so she only had her sports bra on. After she got comfortable in the bed, using a pillow to put under her throbbing ankle and threw a bonnet over her hair, thankful to be wearing it braided.
As she got comfortable and prepared to sleep she realized that neither of them had left and when she prepared to tell them to both men crawled into the bed with her, getting on either side.
“What are you do-”
She wasn’t allowed to finish though because Johnny cut her off.
“Can we just stay? We know we stressed you out in the last few minutes and we feel like shit. It would make us feel better and if you say no, we’ll just sit on the floor or outside your door.”
Yoongi nodded. “We’d just feel better closer.”
Though she opened her mouth to argue she found that with the pain in her ankle and the alcohol wearing off she was too tired for it. So, she said nothing and closed her eyes, wrapping her arms around herself and laying completely still until she fell asleep.
Or mostly fell asleep. With the two of them in her bed so close and radiating so much body heat she found it hard to slip completely. Not that either of them could tell that she wasn't asleep.
"It has to be more than the Hyungwon situation. I think I know what it is and that means we need to tell her soon,” Yoongi whispered.
"Wait. What? We have everything set for a week. Can it not wait?"
"Have you seen how she's been acting lately? She's pulling away from both of us and a week gives her more time to put more distance. We won't have a chance to come clean by then or even get a proper conversation in about it. She'll just think it's pity or not feel enough to care."
"Okay, tomorrow then?"
"Yeah, it's an off day and she's ahead of all her work, so even if she goes in it'll be fine."
Silence followed that and then soft snores.
Their words confused her, but she also felt her stomach drop as she imagined them saying they were together or any other thing that would make her distressed. Her mind couldn’t stop thinking of possibilities and she finally knocked out as a way to avoid the overthinking.
When she woke up it was around three in the morning and it was because she was overheated. Confusion filled YN as she couldn’t figure out the problem, only to open her eyes and see both men cuddled into her from either side. Everything came rushing back to her at once, but she was still tired enough that she prepared to ignore it and go back to sleep.
Until she noticed their hands intertwined over her body. Nausea hit fast and before she knew it, she slipped from the bed and exited the room. It was the only time she was happy that either of them were heavy sleepers.
She limped from her room and went to Johnny’s. She created a similar set up for her ankle and pushing down all negative thoughts she cuddled into one of his plushies and went to sleep. Though not nearly fast enough to stop the tears.
The day after chaos reigned, YN woke up surprisingly early but didn’t dare leave Johnny’s bed. She waited in the dark in silence until she heard Yoongi leave and then slipped into her room as Johnny was in the kitchen making coffee. She’d barely made it in without him catching her, but once she was inside and the door was locked, him knowing didn’t matter.
From then on she tried not to think about anything that occurred and just got undressed and into the shower. The focus was on getting clean and hoping that that hot water would help along her still sore ankle; resting it through the night had been enough to keep it from getting too bad and it hadn’t swollen.
After she was cleaned she made quick work of getting dressed and taking down her hair, allowing her twist out to take full form. It needed a little sprucing up and then she was done. Ready to tackle the day.
Though she didn’t know how.
Every few seconds her brain focused on the sounds of Johnny moving around the apartment. Mostly because he wasn’t in his room, but out in the living room near her door which meant that he awaited her exit. She hoped that he would leave and she would have an opening to slip out and avoid him a little longer, but she knew he was stubborn and didn’t have to work that day so he had all the time in the world.
Since grabbing her stuff and escaping wasn’t a perfect plan she was forced to sit on her bed and think out other ones. There was the obvious choice of talking to him, but with all that went on her head she didn’t want that. Plus, she wanted to be a punk for a while and not deal with whatever it was him and Yoongi planned to tell her. That left things like stay in her room all day, exit via the fire escape and come through the front to grab her bag and shoes, or just go out of her door and walk past him. Staying in her room would drive her up the wall and the fire escape on the building was not the best and she’d have to jump a foot or two to get off it, something that would agitate her ankle.
That meant that she had to walk past him, which meant she needed an excuse. She sat there thinking for a while until she remembered something important she’d put off and planned to do after the event. Something that was important to keep her business running and that she told Johnny about.
It was perfect.
So, after taking a deep breath she stood from her bed and exited her room with some faux confidence and a whole lot of fake indifference.
The moment she was in sight Johnny stopped his movement. He looked ready to move closer to her but seemed to think better of it. Something she was thankful for since she didn’t know if she could get away from him if he was close enough to stop her. He wouldn’t hurt her and would let her go if she asked but being stopped messed with the whole flow of things for her.
YN didn’t linger too long on what he was doing and just walked to the front door and slipped on her shoes. She then grabbed her bag and made sure her wallet and phone were there before her hand touched the door to open it.
And that’s when Johnny spoke up.
“Do you want to talk about what happened? I feel like we should talk about it. Among other things,” he said.
For a second that made YN freeze, but she recovered rather quickly. Maintaining her “indifference” she turned to look at his face for the first time since she walked out and shrugged.
“Maybe later. Don’t really feel like dealing with anything besides spreadsheets and those tax forms I need to get out by tonight,” she said.
Though Johnny still appeared prepared to push he seemed to resign himself when she said tax forms. As an owner of his own business he knew that was important and it took her awhile to get everything ready for her accountant. Which meant he simply collapsed onto the couch and nodded.
With that small victory YN opened the door and walked out. Part of her said she should at least say bye or when she’d be back, but she knew talking to him longer would’ve made it harder for her. She’d nearly cracked when she saw the worry and sadness etched into his face.
Time is what she needed.
No one foresaw five days of it to go by though. Not even YN.
After she’d bypassed Johnny she’d genuinely ended up too busy to have the energy for any sort of conversation. Mountains of paperwork hit and there were issues left and right. Even when she was in Johnny, Yoongi, or Hyungwon’s presence it was so work related that they didn’t even attempt to talk about anything else or ask her to speak later.
Even at home she was left alone, especially because she’d fallen asleep while responding to Johnny about what to order for dinner one night.
Friday night was when things slowed down and she took her usual shift bartending. It was a packed night because they were handling an event that they themselves were running to get more business. Which meant that most of the staff worked, as well as Hyungwon and Johnny who was hired to take pictures to go up on social media and their website.
It put YN right in the middle of all of them and it was uncomfortable, but she kept strong. Well, she committed to giving them the silent treatment unless it was about work. And it worked out pretty well for her, she managed to get through most of her shift without giving into any attempts to talk or pull her to the side.
The non-plan gave way for reasons she couldn't foresee though.
While she left to the backroom to grab more tequila she was trailed by Hyungwon, who’d tried to get her alone the moment she’d come to work that day. He was begging for a moment of her time even as they made their way back towards the bar, but she held strong. Something she regretted the moment she passed the bottles to Yoongi so he could prep drinks and then turned to see someone she didn’t want to.
Her ex, Jisoo, stood right in front of her bar with a few friend’s laughing it up. None of them noticed her for the first several seconds, which she was thankful for, but it didn’t last long enough for her to fully pull herself together. When Jisoo turned to request a drink he was met with a clearly shocked YN.
Jisoo appeared surprised as well, but he pushed that aside to smirk at her with a quickness.
“YN, I didn’t know you worked here. I just got back into the country and this was the first place my friends recommended. Small world. Oh, Hyungwon… what a surprise to see you here too,” Jisoo said.
That snapped YN out of it and she turned to see Hyungwon glaring at the male, his hand in a fist as he stared him down. For a moment she was reminded of the past as she looked at him. The pain rose up for a second and she felt sick having them in the same place, but she pushed it down. Despite their falling out they’d done well since reconnecting and she was mostly past it all, even close to asking him to hang out like a friend. Allowing a piece of shit ruin that wasn’t okay.
Never again would she allow Jisoo to ruin things for her.
With that spark of anger and confidence she turned to stare down Jisoo herself. She noticed Yoongi closer than before and Johnny standing behind the little group ready to pounce, but she waved them off. YN needed it to be her who went off.
“I own this bar and Hyungwon here is my co-owner, so naturally we would be here,” she said.
For a second Jisoo was knocked off his game, but it wasn’t long before he bounced back. He was like Hyungwon that way and YN hated it.
“Oh? I thought you two were no longer on speaking terms?” he said.
“Well, clearly what you thought was wrong,” Hyungwon chimed in.
Hyungwon’s words elicited a laugh from Jisoo for some reason and it made YN uneasy, but she held her ground. No matter what he threw she knew she could take it. There was no way she’d allow him to see her hurt or crying.
Jisoo shrugged. “I guess so. You’re still with Ji-ah though, right YN? Last I heard you and her hit it off.”
That was the thing to force a humorless laugh from her lips. Only Jisoo would mention her other ex whom he knew she’d broken up with a while ago when she’d moved to take a job at a company out of the country. A company that Jisoo worked at, at that.
Of course, he had to be a trash human in more aspects than one.
“No, but you know that. Since you hit on her, took her on a few dates, slept with her and then told her how you knew me. That's why you asked her out in the first place. You remember that, right? Oh, and you have to remember how she told your job that and so they demoted you, plus moved you to a different branch,” YN said.
And at last the smirk left his face. While pleased by that, YN didn’t ignore the way he tensed and the anger that covered every inch of his expression.
“I feel like you’re the one who should remember. Like remember how you cried when you saw us together. The hurt on your face as I kissed hi-”
Before he could speak anymore Hyungwon almost punched him in the face. If it wasn’t for YN hip checking him and thus making him stumble he would’ve made impact on Jisoo’s right cheek.
Once Hyungwon was settled and being held back by a staff member YN’s attention focused solely on Jisoo.
“I don’t want you or your friend’s here. Ever. So, I’m going to ask you to leave. There will be no argument. No putting up a fight. No asking to be given another chance. You will leave and never return, am I understood?” she said calmly.
Naturally, Jisoo opened his mouth to reply but YN cut him off by whistling. Within seconds two security guards were at the bar and Jisoo’s friends dragged him towards the exit. It was clear that he wanted to say or do something, but he left without much issue and after that YN could breathe.
However, breathing meant that it all came crashing down on her and the next thing she knew she ran to the office with tears streaming down her face.
The intention was to get in there alone and ride out whatever wave of emotion hit until she could pull it together and go back to work like nothing happened. Of course, that meant that the first part didn’t happen.
Hyungwon had followed behind her and slipped in before she could fully close the door. Though it bothered a part of her she didn’t have it in her to say anything or react. She did have the energy to cry harder though, her attempt at silent tears only lasting seconds before sobs wracked her body.
In her head all she could think about is what happened all those years ago. Except the pain she felt was amplified. YN knew it wasn’t because of that or at least the feeling wasn’t solely because of that. No, because after reliving that in her head her brain brought up every other failed relationship and honestly all the failures in her life. It didn’t stop playing the flashbacks until it reached the more recent things to fuck up her life plans and the uncertain romantic feelings she had to endure.
It was all too much, especially when it came at her all at once.
She ended up so in her own head that she didn’t feel Hyungwon pull her into his arms and hold her close. Didn’t hear the apologies and words of reassurance. Didn’t hear the curses about her ex. Didn’t even feel when he moved them from standing to sitting in a chair, her on his lap with her face in his neck.
And time passed so swiftly that she couldn’t tell how long they’d been like that once she’d come back to. But it didn’t matter because it heightened her embarrassment of what had occurred and she attempted to escape him, only to be held in place by bony fingers.
Once she stopped fighting Hyungwon removed one of his hands and used it to lift her chin, forcing her to look at him.
“Your crying is valid and don’t you dare think otherwise. None of that embarrassed or frustrated bullshit because you deserve to be able to release all that,” Hyungwon said.
Even after years apart he still knew her reactions to being overwhelmed through and through, and in that moment she was eternally grateful.
With a nod from her he didn’t stop there.
“That was unexpected and I’m sorry he was here. I forgot how horrible he could be and then he’s just gotten worse over time. You’d think someone would stop playing those games and trying to mess with people’s mental and emotional stability, but alas here he is. I think his company was planning to do an event here, I’ll tell them we’re canceling it and that he’s the reason. Might even throw in some security footage for good measure.”
YN opened her mouth to object, but Hyungwon gave her a look that shut her up.
“Besides that, and I know this is a horrible time, I want to apologize. The way I acted a week ago was uncalled for. When you said it, I believed you I really did. It was just something that wanted to deny that he would. Not necessarily for my own feelings, though they did come into play. But also, because he’s the one who came to me. I had no interest in him whatsoever, but he was persistent in a way that wasn’t creepy and I thought who would work that hard to just throw it away. Especially when they’d been the one to bring up the subject of marriage recently.
“So, I went on the defense and instead of just checking what you had to say or denying it and moving on I went to the worst possible conclusion. Said things I didn’t believe even as they left my mouth. And thus, for the second time since meeting you hurt you in a way that wasn’t okay in the slightest. And I understand that you may not want to work towards friendship. I like to think we were close to getting back or wanting to deal with me. I just want to apologize because you deserve one and I know I was in the wrong.”
What neither of them expected, least of all YN, was her to start crying again. Her head dropped onto his shoulder and she felt her body shake again as she let it out. Though she could tell he was confused by the way his body tensed, he didn’t say anything and simply rubbed her back gently as she cried it out.
About five minutes later YN spoke.
“You’re a fucking idiot and an asshole.”
Hyungwon laughed. “True. But you know what happened when you tried to get me to be nicer for that month. If we’re being honest you made me worse.”
YN laughed that time, remembering how Hyungwon spent every day being closely watched by her as he tried to not be snarky with people. By the end he’d given up and snapped on some annoying man that wouldn’t leave them be and she was sure she saw tears in his eyes as he ran away from the fuming Hyungwon.
He mellowed out after that, but when someone truly tried him he was a lot more than he used to be. YN marked that as a major fail and stuck to keeping him calm when he rightfully deserved to put someone in their place, which was oddly often at their school.
“Yeah, a mistake on my part. But at least I got you to start counting to ten before you unleashed yourself.”
“Ah yes, what a great help that is. Ten seconds longer of dealing with the idiots.”
They both laughed that time and when they pulled it together they talked. About everything in detail. Nothing was left off the table and by the end YN felt less weight on her shoulders.
By the time they were done about an hour and a half had gone by, meaning they’d been back in the room for over two hours and the bar was shutting down.
“I guess I should go help since I flaked on my shit at the end,” YN said as she got up from Hyungwon’s lap.
At first he nodded and got up too seemingly ready to follow her and the next he was giving her a look and grasping at her wrist.
“What?” she asked, confused.
“You need to talk to them.”
A groan escaped her immediately and her head tilted back as she blew out a puff of air.
“Nope. None of that. Talk to them. Tonight. And don’t be a stubborn brat and not let them finish what they have to say. I’m sure it would clear up a lot of things for her,” Hyungwon said.
There was no use in arguing because he would win and she knew he was right, even if she didn’t want to admit that to herself.
“Fine.”
And that was all it took for him to release her and take the lead on exiting the office. However, YN didn’t get the chance to leave right behind him. The moment Hyungwon was out, both Johnny and Yoongi stumbled in forcing her to take several steps back.
They both appeared nervous and disheveled, which helped calm YN for some reason. Though it didn’t get rid of all the feelings like she would’ve preferred.
“We need to talk. Now. We can’t keep putting it off,” Johnny blurted out.
If YN didn’t know how frazzled he got under pressure she’d be shocked by his actions, much like Yoongi who stared the man down eyes wide, but she’d known Johnny long enough to expect that kind of thing. What she was shocked about is how he didn’t dive into explaining right then and there.
Once she was sure he was done talking and that Yoongi had nothing to say she took over.
“We do need to talk. But it would be better not here. So, after we close up and at the apartment, yeah?”
That appeared to shock Yoongi more and Johnny too. They both probably assumed she’d be resistant or straight up tell them no. Things she debated on for half a second but couldn’t go through with.
“Okay,” they both said.
With that YN patted both of them on the shoulder and headed out to help.
About an hour after that everyone was done and headed out of the door. They said their goodbyes with the staff - and Hyungwon who hugged her while threatening what would happen if she didn’t give either man a chance to talk - then they got in a taxi to go back to the apartment.
Silence prevailed, which made YN awkward since she was sandwiched between them in the back seat, but she didn’t let it take over her. At least not too much. She held strong despite it and managed to make it out of the car and into the apartment without thinking of making a run for it.
The same couldn’t be said for either of the men though. YN hadn’t faced them until she was rid of her jacket and shoes and sat on the love seat, but the moment she did they froze. For a second they stared at each other both expressions unsure, but then they seemed to come to a consensus and finally fully entered the apartment, taking a seat on the couch.
Again, they were immersed in silence, but that only made things more tense.
“Go ahead,” she said.
Thankfully, they didn’t take long to react to that.
“We,” Yoongi started, pausing to look at Johnny before continuing. “We know we’ve done a horrible job at making things clear to you. We’ve been a little secretive and haven’t made the most effort in ensuring you were okay when we saw that something was off. It was a major fuck up on our part, one that could’ve prevented if I hadn’t been so stuck on keeping a certain timeline on how we should talk to you about this. And I’m starting to ramble when it was agreed upon that I would tell you so we could get straight to the point. And oh my fucking goodness, will I stop it already. Okay, basically we both want to date you.”
YN felt her entire body tense as confusion filled her.
“Excuse me?” she said.
That went unheard though.
“That’s not how we agreed you’d say it,” Johnny whined.
Yoongi scoffed. “It is. Well, not exactly but all the words I used were in the agreed upon statement.”
“Maybe, but you could have at least tried to eas-”
“Excuse me!” YN shouted.
That stopped Johnny and got both their attention.
“You don’t get to drop a bomb like that and then not elaborate. Especially to a very confused person whose last week has been trash. Explain yourselves.”
There was another silent moment of them staring at each other and then Yoongi gestured for Johnny to go ahead. Johnny rolled his eyes but turned his full attention to YN before speaking.
“What Yoongi said was true, we do both want to date you. But before you start to spiral and come up with your own conclusions let me fill in a few things. We’ve both known Yoongi for over a year now, you more than me. And he and I have always clicked despite how worried you were that he would slap me upside the head for being too friendly and getting in his space. It’s an easy kinda friendship we’ve had going, but then that day at the bar a few months ago we really clicked. I know we’ve been obvious about the attraction and it’s only built over time.
“The thing is we soon realized that both of us also feel something for you. Those feelings are from before we ever looked at each other that way and despite the growing feelings between us it was still there. Yoongi just about lost his shit when he realized and was very confused. And well, you know that most of my relationships have been poly, so it was nothing new for me. Though still kinda surprising because I thought I’d continue to live my life not acting on feelings for you I’ve felt for years.”
“I’m sorry what?” YN practically screamed.
The interruption earned her a glare which quieted her despite wanting an answer.
“As I was saying. I was planning to not act on them, but then suddenly someone else who I liked felt the same way for you as I did and it felt like a chance. That plus Hyungwon telling me I was an idiot for not realizing the crush you had on me before you got with dickwad back in college after he overheard me talking to Yoongi. But either way everything aligned and after I got Yoongi to accept that this was a viable option we started doing those group hangouts. To us they were test dates, but then we… well we…”
“We realized that we weren’t including you as much as we thought and could tell how third wheeling it felt,” Yoongi said.
Johnny nodded. “Yes, that. We failed to factor in as people who know each other, but don’t know each other and who are using those outings as dates we’d get caught up in each other. Which we realized but didn’t realize how bad until yet again Hyungwon overheard us. Told us we were idiots, because it was clear that you felt something for both of us and yet we were both going around acting like a couple in early days while dragging their friend who didn’t know we liked them around. And then we decided to fix things, but then the falling out with Hyungwon happened and nothing worked so we were unsure of what to do next besides maybe cornering you. So, yeah.”
With the way Johnny so abruptly ended that YN was left unsure of how to proceed. What had been said was a lot to take in. Not because it was wild or out of her comfort zone, but because despite feelings she’d had no time to process her own. She knew how she felt about them both, but she’d never allowed herself to linger on it too long to address how to handle things. And when she found herself finally admitting it things went to shit and she thought the only people she’d been interested in in years were on their way to dating each other without her ever having a real chance of seeing if either of them felt the same way.
Since YN hadn’t gotten that out of the way she definitely had no time to factor in any poly relationship. Like Johnny said she did know he was into it, but Yoongi wasn’t someone she knew well enough to know if he was down for that. He didn’t judge it, but not caring about how people lived their lives and actively participating were two different things.
Just the thought of having that conversation with him made her nervous despite it being more of what he would have done in the past and not in her present since she’d heard that he’d agreed with it. At least that’s what she thought they said. Her brain was frazzled.
“Hold on,” she finally said after minutes of silence. “So, I’m clear. You both want to date me and each other? You just failed to realize that you should’ve gotten to know each other better and go on dates alone, before trying to test out a poly relationship with me without my knowledge?”
“Yes,” Yoongi said while Johnny nodded.
Without warning pillows from the loveseat were in YN’s hands, she was standing, and said pillows were making contact with each male’s body.
“You. Two. Are. Fuckin. Idiots. How. Could. You. Not. Think. That. Through? What. Happened. To. Being. So. Got. Damn. Smart. Huh?”
Each word was spoken in time with the pillows swinging down on them. And though they squirmed they didn’t try to dodge or take them away from her. They let her keep going until she was satisfied.
Upon her clearly giving up her attack they both reach out and pull her down onto the couch so her body stretched out across them.
“Yes, we’re idiots. And we’re sorry about not thinking things through and telling you. But we’re idiots who are smitten with you and would like a chance to date you,” Johnny said, his hand moved to find the spot at the back of her head that she enjoyed being scratched. She didn’t even care that he was messing up her hair a little, just relaxed into the feeling.
“Ditto,” Yoongi said.
That drew glares from Johnny and YN, which he responded to by throwing his hands in the air in surrender.
“We are really sorry. And if you could let us date you, it would make me very happy,” he said.
His second response sated both of them and they relaxed back into their little moment. And as time ticked by they all grew more comfortable. There was more to talk about, but they cleared the space and it was clear they were all relieved. YN most of all.
Though she tried not to show it, YN felt giddy and wanted to giggle as she watched them both interact with each other and her. So much so that it slipped out when they both leaned over to press kisses to her cheeks. It seemed to amuse them, but she was so embarrassed she slipped away to change and scolded herself for the behavior. Not that she didn’t do it again when her mind replayed what happened.
They spent the rest of the night watching TV and eating food they’d ordered. It was peaceful and comfortable, so much so that they almost fell asleep on the couch.
Two in the morning rolled around before they all dragged feet to climb in Johnny’s bed and knock out. YN wanted to sleep on the outside of the bed, but ended up sandwiched between the both of them, not that she complained about it.
Once they were all comfortable they said their good nights and tried to sleep, but one adjustment by Johnny against her ass had YN slapping his arm.
“You cannot possibly be hard right now,” she whined.
Johnny pressed closer after that, grinding his dick against her ass more.
“You can’t possibly be calling me out on it right now as if it hasn’t happened before,” he mumbled.
“And both of you can’t possibly be having this conversation while I try to sleep. Go to bed before the next thing you’re both complaining about is how bruised and sore your asses are,” Yoongi chimed in.
Though it was meant as a means to shut them up all it did was elicit whimpers from both of them at the thought. That’s when Yoongi sat up and stared down at them and even in the dark they could see the smirk.
“Oh, you like that do you?”
They both nodded eagerly.
“Then strip.”
Neither of them had ever moved so fast in their lives and it was beyond worth it. Complaining was kept to a minimum the next day, but only because Yoongi took very good care of his babies and made sure to kiss their booboos all better.
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⚠️ les couples FNaF ne sont pas canon, se sont mes couple et mes enfants/ FNaF couples are not hot, they are my couples and my children ⚠️
Vous pouvez poser des questions sur Bakatale, ma version de FNaF et mes créations/ You can ask questions about Bakatale, my version of FNaF and my designs
- Nigiyaka, Gold, Cerise Flora
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Couple= enfants/ Ship= Child
-Springbonnie x Fredbear= Springbear, Gold et Stella
-Freddy x Baby= Freby, Frydda et Abby
-Bonnie x Chica= Violette et Chico
- Foxy x Bonnie= Fionna
- Foxy x Mangle= Red et Rose
- Golden x Lolbit= Pira (nom en cour)
- Puppet x Ennard= Marie et Harry
- Springtrap x Ballora= Céleste et Purple
- Shadow Bonnie x Shadow Freddy= Shad
- Toy Bonnie x Toy Freddy= Tred et Tonnie
- Toy Chica x Rockstar Bonnie= Ronnie, Tina et Tica
- J.J x Bonnet= Juliette et Rosie
- Ballon Boy x Bonbon= Ballya et Loona
- Funtime Freddy x Funtime Foxy= Félix, Frox et Bon
- Scarbaby x Molten Freddy= Molly
- Rockstar Chica x Rockstar Foxy= Rica et Rox
- Funtime Chica x Rockstar Freddy= Fica
- Lefty x Securyti= Black et White
- Helpy x Dee-Dee= Deelpy et Heldee
Je vous répondrai en dessin/ I will answer you in drawing
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