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itsclydebitches · 3 years

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I adore talking about this with you, it's so cool to be able to agree, everything I've read is just excusing yen lmao.

And with "geralt would rather do and say things Yen wants to avoid pissing her off" LIKE YEAHH I guess I annoyed yen with my answers and she teleported Geralt out of the tower thing, and then threatened to do it again like??? Like he pissed her off so she has fuck all care about him, was over water thank god but like girl??? omg and her refusing to tell the wticher bros what she was planning on doing to Uma, like I get that they would be hesistent but I mean it's cause it's cruel and painful and they have that trauma around that. She just expects everyone to do what she asks when she asks no questions. (Lambert's "I'm not geralt" when he and Yen are kinda arguring, bb red flags)

I just assumed she didn't believe him cause if she did whats her excuse for behaving how she is lmao??? Like you believe he has amnesia and you still blame HIM over the person who maniplated him KAY.

And goodddd that fucking scene when Triss and Yen see Ciri in Kaer Morhen is genuinely the worst, Triss and Yen see their sis/daughter (not gonna get into how weird I find it that Triss considers Ciri her sister and Geralt is Ciris father and she still wants to fuck him, uncomfy) for the first time in forever, she's alive and well and while Triss is hugging Ciri, Yen kisses Geralt and Triss throws a glare at her. I hated that scene so damn much, it's stupid and shouldn't have been there. (aso I get emotions and all but Yen kissing Geralt is so bitchy, idk even full of gratitude and emotion I wouldn't kiss the man who just dumped me lol, especially not in front of a situation like Triss)

I'm still mad about the women, I really wanted to like them fuck meeee

YOU GOT TO THE PART. Oh thank god, anon, I've wanted to talk about this since we started these conversations lol

Okay, let's set the scene, shall we? You arrive to find that, with our playthroughs anyway, your ex has barged into your home. I say "barged in" because although we (Geralt) know that Yen's help is necessary and she'll be tagging along, the other witchers living there are given no prior warning and, according to Vesemir, Yen teleported in without so much as a "Hello." She then immediately starts ordering everyone around like her servants, failing to explain the situation beyond there being a curse that they have to help with. No, this isn't negotiable. She (still being an ex) takes your old room for herself, which just happens to be the biggest in the keep, and proceeds to toss a bed out the window. It's only later that Vesemir recalls that Triss used to use it, so prior to that everyone apparently just accepted that Yen was destroying their stuff for no understandable reason. Classic Yen. You go upstairs to find her cursing a blue streak at her failed experiment and when you try to lighten the mood, she snaps at you. If you're of the opinion that Yen's every order must be obeyed, this is when you're supposed to drop the conversation entirely, because she said to. Except, funnily enough, you'd like to know why she's up here being The Worst Guest Ever and destroying your property. She tries to justify this by saying that destroying a bed is better than how she could be dealing with her anger over Triss. Be grateful and all that. Except, it's not really about Triss, is it? The line is "You shagged my friend. For upwards of a year. I don't know what your witcher's code says on the matter, but ordinary folk would consider it obscene, base, vile." The blame is not on the woman who knowingly manipulated Geralt into having sex with her while he was vulnerable, it's on Geralt himself! He is the "obscene, base, vile" person for... daring to have amnesia? And when you point that out - "Yen... told you already. I lost my memory" - she yells that she's "lost [her] patience" and teleports you into a lake! This is, apparently, how she really wants to deal with her anger. Not by destroying beds, but by attacking you for things outside of your control. And I do consider it an attack. Yen is meant to be insanely powerful, she is leveraging her magic as a weapon here, particularly when Geralt has spent the whole game commenting on how much he hates portals. Yen knows this. Not just because he says so in her presence, but because she frequently reads his mind, something else he's expressed discomfort with. She's not just demonstrating her power (controlling) and sending him away when he makes a point she doesn't want to acknowledge (immature), she chooses the one thing she knows makes Geralt uncomfortable, perhaps even scared. Then when you've swum your way back to shore and returned to, despite all this, begin her list of chores, she makes a dry comment about how next time she just might drop you high enough for the fall to be fatal. With the next time implied to be, you know, the next time you disagree with her. The next time you dare to do anything other than agree with her every belief and jump at her every command.

The fandom interpretation of all this: "Lol Geralt getting yeeted is so funny. And their banter is just 😍"

Me:

You mentioned red flags and yeah like that ENTIRE SCENE is a crimson banner for me. I mean, by all means, love the fictional ships that are super messed up (I often do), but it astounds me how many fans honestly think this is just a cute interaction with absolutely no problems attached. Nothing to question here, folks. I've mentioned before, but last I discussed this in depth the asker wanted to know if I'd been an asshole to Yen and... that's it. That's the perspective. Any disagreement with her, any pushback, anything that's not complete, blind obedience is something she will not permit AND something most fans take as a given. If you're not doing what Yen tells you to, you're automatically the asshole, and if you're the asshole, you automatically deserve any punishment she chooses to dish out.

Comic spoilers coming up if you want to skip, but this is made abundantly clear in "Curse of Crows." Yen and Geralt are at their best in the moment below, enjoying one another's company on a nice day. Yen asks if Geralt wants to swim and he says nah, he'd rather watch her. She appears to like that idea and, indeed, swims naked while Geralt admires from the shore.

Actually cute right? I really liked this moment! They're cuddled up together and exchanging smiles. It's a rare moment of peace where I can believe that they truly care for one another, outside of passionate sex and not wanting the other dead. Finally, something beyond that incredibly low bar.

...except Yen starts flirting with a young man who shows up, invites him to travel with them, all while refusing to explain why she's interested in his company. The sudden third wheel is clearly bothering Geralt, but Yen continues to ignore his questioning. The answer she finally gives later that night?

She did it purely to mess with Geralt! It's his "just desserts" for "refusing to swim with [her]." She is "not one to be refused - I thought you needed reminding" by giving him "a flick on the nose." When I say that Yen treats Geralt like a dog I mean she literally treats him like a dog. He's a servant who must jump at her every command and if he doesn't, he'll punished for disobedience. He might not even know why he's being punished for a long stretch because Yen enjoys making him think she's a normal person capable of accepting that he doesn't feel like swimming right now - insert the Kaer Morhen scene where she wants to go have sex upstairs, but Geralt wants to catch up with the brothers he hasn't seen in an age here - only to reveal that actually she's made their formerly nice outing uncomfortable because he needs to be put in his place. All of which is followed by, "So... willing to join me now?" The message is very clear! Geralt had better get his ass in that tub unless he wants to be punished some more. Whether he wants a bath right now or not is inconsequential.

This is also the run where she scares the women Geralt was with, despite them being separated right now. Why? "I could."

Claims that Geralt is allowed to return to his companions (who he actually waves away) only for him to realize she's cast a spell to burn him with the water. Yen loves pretending she's okay with things only to punish Geralt for them later - sometimes with physical punishments. And what would have happened if the women had actually joined him again? Do witchers weather hot water better than the average courtesan? Who knows, but Yen clearly doesn't care who might get hurt.

Just like her time in Skellige and at Kaer Morhen, she refuses to explain what's going on. She just expects people to obey her, so-called loved ones included. Geralt was to get her cider, and arrive before her bath went cold, not question what they're doing on this dangerous hunt. He's a servant.

And my favorite, petty moment: transforming her awful inn food into a lavish meal without offering to do the same for either Geralt or Ciri.

"But, Clyde, that's just the comics. They're not really canon." Nah, questions of canon aside, this is 100% Yen's characterization. She's prideful. Immature. Beyond controlling. And punishes anyone who dares to tell her "No." Fans are always pointing out that she's meant to be horrible, she could have been a villain in another life, like any of that explains why I'm supposed to root for this relationship or enjoy her existence outside of being a complex character. Yen is interesting, but she's interesting in a "I can't wait to see her get her own just desserts" way. Not "Wooo now I get to watch this story ignore her behavior again to push a True Love narrative."

She punished Geralt frequently during their first meeting, she punishes him whenever they get together, and, I think, she punished him during the reunion with Ciri. Given our playthroughs, do we really think that after breaking up with her and all this fury over Triss - an anger so deep she destroyed the bed and attacked Geralt - she's just overcome with such joy that she forgets they're not together anymore and forgets the anger she's been nurturing for years? Yen doesn't forget. She's staring at Ciri during that moment, right where Triss is currently running towards them, and then after a considering look at Geralt pulls him in for that kiss. That was calculated. She did that to make a claim she no longer had. To punish them both: make Triss uncomfortable by playing at the "perfect" family reunion; make Geralt uncomfortable by kissing him when she knows he doesn't feel the same way. But of course, the popular reading is that she just loves him so much she couldn't help herself. Riiight.

It's just all SO BAD. (Including, as you say, the ickiness of having Triss lusting after Geralt and referring to Ciri as "little sis.") I love a lot of the women in Witcher - Cerys is a fave, Ciri, Saskia, Philippa, Keira, etc. - but the two I'm supposedly meant to fall in love with are just the worst lol.

Basically:

Half the fandom: TEAM TRISS 🤬

The other half: TEAM YEN🤬

Me: TEAM REGIS 😭

#witcher #mymetas #long post

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vikingsagine · 4 years

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The Sacrifices I Have Made (Ivar x Reader)

I don’t know how I feel about this one. It’s darker and more dramatic and Idk if I like the way its written, but yeah. This one is a bit, weow okay, that got real....Anyways, yeahh. Ivar is sexy. Alex is an amazing actor and so fkn sexy like bruh...that’s not even fair. And I just realised, I called Ubbe, Ubba, oops.

Summary: You and Ubbe end up fighting because you discover where Ivar is and you decide to return to his side. But you also find out, Hvitserk has a big mouth...

Warnings: Okay, this is a darker chapter. RAPE. FIGHTING. BLOOD. MORE BLOOD. You have been warned. Mind you, its Vikings sooo, yeh.

(I just realized Lagertha raped King Harald, huh...)

“You can’t leave.” Ubbe demanded, his staunch figure standing in the doorway of your home. You were packing your gears, weapons, clothes, food and what was left of your coin. You knew this was going to happen but made no move to fight Ubbe. “You said you would come with me and Torvi to Iceland. You promised.”

“I don’t have time for this Ubbe.” You avoided his eye contact, strapping the bag over your shoulder and gripped the fur coat made of animal skin. It was already winter and where you were headed was far but also dangerous. If you played your cards right and left in time, you would be fine. But for that, Ubbe had to leave you alone.

“I can’t let you go.” Ubbe clamped his hand over your forearm, preventing your calm exit as you tried to stay civil. If things continued this way, you knew it wouldn’t end well. Both of your eyes locked, his filled with determination and yours were the same. “If you leave, Bjorn will send men to find you. He will kill you.” You ripped your arm from his and stepped back.

“Even so, I need to find Ivar and you know that.”

“You promised you’d come with me and Torvi, you said-”

“Yes, I promised you that. I promised I would go if Ivar’s whereabouts remained unknown. But, I know he is alive and in Russ.” Ubbe was surprised by your response, staring into the sole of your eyes like, ‘How do you know that?’ You already knew Ubbe had this information, you knew he lied to you, he kept the information locked away. After you told him that one day you would return to Ivar’s side, Ubbe didn’t take it so kindly. “Hvitserk told me. Now move.” You pushed passed Ubbe and stepped out of your house, heading towards the mountain side exit.

“I can’t let you escape Y/N. Your position remains here.” Ubbe called from behind you, the sound of his blade grazing the ground and his breathing grew heavy. You turned around and placed your bag to the side, knowing well you wouldn’t leave here unless you’d somehow deal with the tall, blonde and blue eyed man.

“If you want me to stay, you better plan on killing me.” You held your axe in hand and the long metal blade in the other. He chuckled lightly and took slow steps towards you. You couldn’t help but get excited and quickly darted to the male, swinging both weapons instinctively.

“Always the first one to attack, so impatient.” He mocked. Both staring each other in the eye, weapons pushed against each other, holding your ground. Ubbe dropped his axe and swung it under your right foot, knocking you down. Before his weapon dug into your chest, you rolled to the side, swiveled on the balls of your knees and went for a strike to the rib.

“That’s because you’re a bitch.”

“And who is the one on their knees?” He knocked your long edged sword from your hand and you quickly jumped to your feet, taking in deep breaths. Ubbe spat on the ground, challenging you to attack once again.

“You wish horsetail.” Ubbe stepped forward, body lunging in a long extension and went for the obvious attack to your stomach but you swatted the metal blade, kicked his side and stopped your axe just before his throat. “How many times do I have to tell you? You have to be faster than that.” Ubbe growled and batted the axe away, turning on his heel to decapitate your head but you quickly ducked.

Your sudden decision to leave wasn’t just because you found out where Ivar was. It was because of the constant dream-like visions. You saw ice and snow. A village built tall and strong but miles and miles of white. Inside was your crippled friend, laying in bed with healthy sighs and sturdy breathing. You could tell, he needed you though he might not know it. And you made a final decision to return to his side where you belonged. You just hoped that it didn’t have to end in you spilling any more blood then there already was, not when you didn’t have to.

“I can’t let you go. I don’t care if your fate is to be beside Ivar, I won’t let you go.” Ubbe spoke through shallow breaths and a bleeding temple. You were in no better shape. Your lip was busted and your jaw ached, if it weren’t for the bolting adrenaline the pain would have taken more effect. Both of you had no axe or sword or anything in hand, all scattered too far away to actually reach and use. Your heart was torn. Ubbe has always been there for you, he was just as much as family as Ivar was to you. And no matter how a part of you wanted to stay, leave with him to Iceland or rather ‘paradise’ and depart from this life of fighting and survival, your heart screamed to be beside Ivar once again. After everything, you still wanted him.

“I’m sorry Ubbe. Truly, I am.” Spitting out saliva, you raised your wrist to your face and wiped away the dripping blood. “But you know very well, I don’t belong here. You have to let me go.” His hissed at the words like he had been stabbed with a knife coated in snake venom. Then without hesitation, he threw a punch to your head, you blocked and returned the favor. He tackled you to the ground and wrapped his legs around your waist from your back, while his arms suffocated your neck. He prevented movement from your legs and restricted the flow of your body, squeezing the air out of your lungs.

“Do you have no dignity?” Ubbe whispered in your ear, grip around your body firm as steel. You tried to pry the lock of his long arms, off but it was difficult. Your lungs began to burn and blood rushed to your face. “After everything he has done to you, you go back.” Ubbe was trying to reason with you, make you see the fault in your need to return to Ivar. He knew everything and he hated how you were so tied to his little brother, how his hooks were so deep in you. He wanted you to stay by his side because you were like blood. “Hvitserk told me everything.” Something sparked within you, a newfound determination and the gears inside your head kicked in. Like wheels, they spun and whizzed, analyzing the situation in a snap of fingers. You pulled Ubbe's mane from the bottom of his hair, yanking it to the point where his grip loosened and you popped your elbow into his stomach. Ubbe reluctantly let go and you rolled yourself free to finally catch air.

Hvitserk told me everything.

Everything.

Told me.

Everything.

~~~

“You called for me?” You entered the room with no windows, a room solid and cold but with a cripple sitting and waiting. It was odd. He usually sits in the hall where everyone can be seen and lacks privacy. Perhaps because of his win over the great heathen army it had given him paranoia. Or perhaps it was because he humiliated his older brother Ubbe. Or perhaps because Hvitserk stayed by his side. You did not know. “What is it cripple? You want to fuck?” You joked, resting your bow and arrows to the side.

“If I wanted to fuck you, I’d be better off fucking a pig.” Ivar joked and made you roll your eyes. You two had a complicated relationship. Right now, you were fuck buddies. Well, you were his fuck buddy while he was the man you were madly in love with. You couldn’t confess your feelings, since you promised him you wouldn’t fall for him. In the beginning, he specifically wanted to fuck. He said he couldn’t see himself with a woman like you. “You remember White Hair and his men?” Ivar motioned to the men at his side, eyes focused somewhere other than your form. You nodded towards them in acknowledgment.. One tall and quite big but old. The other two were young. You remembered White Hair. He fought nobly and bravely. “They have earned my trust and my allegiance.”

“Okay?” You were confused about your place here. You won the battle, great. Ivar gained new allegiances, good for him. He won the great heathen army, spectacular. But did you really need to be here? No, not really. “If you don’t have anything important to discuss with me, I will return to training your army. So please, save your boasting for your brother.” You turned on your heel and went to head back.

“You promised you’d do anything for me..” Ivar stopped you in your tracks and he gained your attention. “Do you still feel the same way?”

“Yes, of course. I don’t understand-”

“Don’t fight.” He finally pierced into your skeptical orbs, bright and blue. So beautiful. Annoyingly stunning. On the surface you appeared to be calm and collected, on the inside your heart melted at how they reminded you of jewelry. Eyes like Sapphire.

“Excuse me?” You were brought back into reality when the men suddenly took closer and predatory strolls to you. Looking at you like a piece of meat. Something they could take and claim. It pushed your buttons and immediately you drew out your sword from its scabbard, threatening them.

“What is this Ivar? You said we could have the girl.” Something inside dropped. An overwhelming feeling that shook your bones. Not fear or anxiety. No. It was disappointment and disbelief. The older peered over to their new leader, annoyed and growing impatient. Ivar reached for his crutch's and approached your figure, not daring to look into your eyes.

“I gave my word to these men.” Ivar touched your shoulder, eyes filled with guilt and displeasure. He did not dare to even see your reaction. He knew it would break him. He knew if he’d take another look at you, he would break the alliance. But the fire inside for his ambitions and his dream overthrew such emotions. And he straightened his back and held his gaze tight on the space in front. “Their loyalty and men for wealth and, and-”

“Me.” You finally pieced the puzzle together. It was an unfortunate truth. One that caused great pain but did not waver your fidelity. You felt a sharp pain travel to your heart, throat becoming dry as tears clouded your clear vision. “I understand.” You simply stated then threw your weapon to the side, shrugging Ivar’s hand off your shoulder in disgust. His touch still filled you with warmth and joy and swarming nerves. You weren’t disgusted in Ivar, you were disgusted in yourself. You were a strong woman. Everyone knew that and were intimidated by it. Every man that has met your path, every enemy is now cold and dead. Each one cut down and beaten bloody or slaughtered mercilessly from your hands. You were a woman of pride and no one could take that away. Or so you thought. Ivar was gone without a second word, his figure disappearing with a click of the door. He left you with sharks looking for a quick fix of your sweetness. The part of you that no one could take. You pushed the tears away, slowing the beat of your heart and wore the dutiful mask you used when committing your responsibilities. The man no older than you stepped in first, hesitant yet excited. He reached for your armor in a rush but you quickly stopped him, swatting his hands away. “I will take my armor off. That is mine.” They nodded in agreement. If they could take your virtue, the gift between your legs that you once had the choice over. You would not let them take your armour. Not like this. Fingers shaking, you stripped the tight leather of your clothes and it dropped.

Shame.

The fighting part of you screamed and struggled. Wanting so badly to rip their heads off. Wanting to feel the wetness and warmth of their blood. To hear their cries. Yearning for the satisfaction of their lifeless corpses. You threw the remaining material of your long shirt to the ground. Cool and fresh air hitting the miles of free skin. White Hair and his sons looked at one another, lust filled and proud. There were many men who pined to be in their position, not because you were the most beautiful but because you were an untamed bitch. A wild horse they would ravish and ride. “I will very much enjoy this.” White hair spoke loudly and pulled the strong woman to his body, squeezing and groping areas he had been dreaming of.

Dishonor.

Tristian, the youngest of the men, had yet to lose his virginity. He is the son of White Hair. Tristian inhaled your sight, impressed by the marvelous sight of your imperfect skin. The body of a true shield-maiden. Not smooth or ragged, just the right thing. Scars and slight muscular arms and legs, but not thin like other women. He noticed you had meat in certain areas and his prick grew hard. “I can’t believe the cripple had all this to himself.” He muttered under his breath, curious hands gripping the back of your ass and slapped. His Father was already leaving his mouth wide open and wet kisses down your body, sucking harshly and biting down with force normal women would have yelped. But you remain stiff and frozen, daring not for them to hear your voice.

Weak.

Leif, a meaty man, older brother to Tristian. He wasn’t fond of raping women but he was very eager to fuck a girl worthy of his cock. A strong-willed woman. One like fire. He watched your face, saw the growing anger but also pain. He ogled how you remained cold and emotionless, just like how he discussed with his men. He and his friends joked once during the big feast to victory. He cupped your sex and eagerly pumped his finger, waiting for a reaction which he earned. You gasped and glared down at him.

Betrayal.

Hvitserk stood outside the door, finding himself in an odd predicament. He tumbled upon the screams and shrieks of a woman coming from a small room. He also heard the sound of skin slapping skin, the groans of men and their vulgar language. Hvitserk was searching for his brother, wanting to know their plan to invade York and instead came across an intense sex session. With a sudden wave of curiosity, he decided to peek through the keyhole. The brown haired man was left stunned, opening his mouth wide as he saw yourself. Three men taking their share turn of fucking you. White Hair and his sons. At first he was mind blown and silently congratulated you for having fun, until he noticed the difference in your screams and the relentlessness of their thrusts. They were merciless and hard. Laughing with one another and mocked the way you were crying and begging. He was ready to knock the door down and slaughter the men for raping you like that. Of course he would, you were like family. A friend. A sister. That’s until he noticed the sword placed centimetres away from you, it was easy to grab and you could have killed the men like nothing.

Rape.

You were left alone. Body scarred with new bruises, pride and ego taking most of the pain. They left you naked, dirty with their cum and limp. You felt like a corpse. Dead on the inside and a part of you wished it to be true. Wished that they had slaughtered you instead of taking your womanhood from you. Not only did your body burn from agony, but your sex burned like your body had been ripped apart.

“Y/N?” You snapped your attention towards Hvitserk who stood at the door frame, looking at you with pity but also anger. You quickly pulled your naked self up and ignored the burning pain between your legs, hands aiming for your clothes. With an attempt to stand to your feet, you hissed loudly and fell. Thankfully Hvitserk caught you and wrapped you in his cloak.

“What are you doing here? Get out!” You demanded and grew ashamed. You felt weak. You felt as if the Gods were looking down at you in such disappointment. You feared the Valkyrie would no longer take you to the gates of Valhalla.

“Why did you let them rape you? Why did you dishonor yourself like that?” His words cut deep. Dishonor. Was it dishonorable if you did it for the sake of your people and the man you loved? You did not know and instead, pulled yourself away from Hvitserk and gripped the coat closer to your being.

“Tell Ivar the allegiance is a success and that I will not be able to train his army.”

~~~

A shriek shrill tore through the summer morning, the birds awoke and flew far away. In the small cottage where the sound came and the women rushed, there was panic and pain. All you saw was specs of black and white, dots zooming passed like flies as every fiber of your being tore open. Another wave of pain dismissed and you relaxed for a second. Your Mother was beside you, holding your hand and ordering the frantic woman to stay calm.

“Almost done, one more push. Just one more.” Your Mother soothed into your ear but it flew out the other. Your body felt like it was splitting in half. You rather be shot by an arrow or scorched by fire or stabbed in the stomach, not once or twice, multiple times.

“Please, please. I can’t. I can’t.” You begged, your hair sticking to your sweaty forehead and your breath hitched again. Another wave of scorching pain taking over. You threw your head back and dung your nails into the sheets and the flesh of your Mother. “Ahhh! Fuck.” Giving the last bit of strength left, you pushed with all your might. The living thing between your legs slipping out and its sudden cry cursed your ears. Relief hit you like a bullet, dropping onto the sweaty and bloody sheet of the mattress you could finally relax. Without a second to spare, your Mother had left your side and was now cooing at the thing that was your child. The thing you dreaded all your life. Children weren’t a part of your plan. You knew having children would be a hassle because of the road you chose, the journey you had to take. But here you were, a Mother to a raped-born baby. An abomination.

“It’s a girl. A sweet little girl.” Your Mother adored the body of fat and new life in her arms, admiring such a little creature. You were very curious and had an instant need to hold the child, but you remembered Ivar. The great heathen army. The attack on Kattegat that was only moons away. Where you belonged. “Here.” Illiah, your Mother attempted to hand your child to you upon meeting your gaze but you declined.

“No, no. Get it away from me. Please.”

“Y/N, it’s your baby-”

“I don’t care, take it away. Just get it away from me. Please.” The older woman looked at you, her daughter, with sorrow and pity. Understanding your choice but also hating it. She knew your position, your dedication to a man she didn’t even know. And instead insisted that she, the baby and the nurses leave your tired figure alone.

As soon as there was no one around, you let out a loud sob. Here you were, again, suffering. Alone and in pain. Your heart didn’t break, but it felt fragile and weak. So much that perhaps a simple poke to the chest could cause it to cave and shatter. Curling your body into the sheets, you let out a loud cry and sobbed into the pillows.

~~~

“Hvitserk told me everything, Y/N.” Ubbe repeated once again, staring at you with those light and blue eyes. His words brought back the pain of the past. The past you were so desperately trying to escape. You leaned over and punched Ubbe in the mouth. “He told me about White Hair and your baby.”

“Shut up, just shut up.” Crying out with little too much emotion, your fist came back up and pummeled into his face. Desperately searching for something that wasn’t there. Perhaps it was forgiveness. Ubbe pushed you off of him and climbed on top of you, knocking his forehead into yours with a rush of force. But you wouldn’t let him win, instead you kneed him in the balls and pushed his body into the dirt. “You don’t understand Ubbe, you don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“My brother had you raped and made you leave your child. Why do you crawl back to him like a directionless bitch? Do you not have honor or self-dignity?” He kicked you as you came hurling onto his body, rolling over to reach for his axe.

“And why do you care so much? I’m starting to think you might be in love with me.” You couldn’t help yourself. There was no lid to your mouth nor will there ever be. You laid on your back, eyes closed as you felt the sting of his kick. “Say, are you in love with me pretty boy. Truly I’m honored but you have a wife and a child coming alone, I don’t know how that would work.” You yelped as his figure came out of nowhere and swing his axe like a sledgehammer onto your body.

“Why do you give so many things up for my brother?” He took another thrust of his weapon. “Why do you sacrifice yourself for him when he treats you like nothing?” He was on top of you, pushing the blade into your throat as you pushed back. This is not how you were supposed to die. “Tell me!” Ubbe screamed and one last time attempted to cut into your skull. You quickly punched his throat which made him choke and crumble beside you.

“Because he is my destiny.”

You yelled back and smashed a rock onto his head. Hard enough for him to grow unconscious and stop fighting. His head pooled with blood but you knew he wouldn’t die. After a few seconds of catching your breath, you kissed the sweet man on the cheek and whispered.

“And because I have to kill him.”

@soleil-dor @youbloodymadgenius @cececolber @heavenly1927

#ivar x reader #ivar #ivar fanfic #ivar the king #ivar the boneless #vikings #vikings one shot #ubbe

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writingfandomfeels · 5 years

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Bellamy Blake - FWB P1

Summary: You and Bellamy end up friends with benefits

Part 2 Part 3

A/N: Awwww, you guys, this was my first smut :’) No idea how old it is now.

Smut after ~~~

The chatter and loud music that filled the building of the busy bar, enveloped your senses as you finished the last of your fireball and coke.

“Alrigh, the best sex you’ve ever had. Go.” Clarke prompted.

“Lincoln obviously.” Octavia answered.

“Is that just in general or was there a specific time?” You pried, excitedly awaiting the details.

Octavia looked at you for a moment before rolling her eyes and spilling.

“There was this one time, we were hiking, it happened in a cave. Whatever.” She brushed it off and took a drink.

“In a cave…” Raven repeated, mostly to herself, as she stared quizzically at the condensation on her glass.

“That’s going to spark a whole new series of questions.” You laughed. “Next will be weirdest place you’ve done it.”

Clarke nodded in agreement.

“Raven?” You asked.

“Hmm… what?” Raven looked up, startled out of her wandering drunken thoughts. “Oh! Best sex. Umm… well I really, really, should say Finn, but if I’m being completely honest,” Raven started to chuckle, “Bellamy is like a total sex god.” She slurred, still laughing.

“Aaaaand I’m not drunk enough to hear this.” Octavia said, jumping up and leaving for the dance floor.

“You’re kidding!” Clarke switched chairs so she could sit next to Raven now that Octavia had left. “I’m sure this is extremely inappropriate to bring up but quite frankly I’m too hammered right now to care, but I thought Finn was a great lover!”

You tried not to spit out your drink from laughing, not only at Clarke for actually discussing this with Raven, but just for the manner in which Clarke was speaking. It was the most unusual, unexplainable thing. Whenever she’d get wasted a strange australian accent would come out of her. She never understood it either. She also would never remember it since it’d take her quite a few drinks to get her to her australian drunk state. We think it could possibly have something to do with her not wanting to slur her words, so she tries to overcompensate and enunciate her words too much. But of course she’s still drunk so some things come out slurred anyway and it turns into a bit of an Australian accent instead.

“Oh no he was! I’m jus’ saying, the-that the one time, the one time it ever happened, it was preeeeeeetty great.” Raven smirked.

“I didn’t even know you two were ever a thing” You commented.

“Nah, we weren’t.” Raven shook her head. “Well,” She paused, realizing what she’d just confessed didn’t add up with that last statement. She shrugged. “Don’t get me wrong. Bellamy Blake is a beautiful specimen of the male population.” She laughed some more. “But there’s a difference between finding someone attractive and finding yourself attracted to them. For me, I just found him attractive and wanted a distraction from my breakup. That was all.”

You nodded your head understanding exactly what that felt like.

“Anyhoooo.” Clarke said. “Bartender! Can we get another round of shots over here?” she called over the noise.

“Nooooo, no no no. I’ve had-” Raven paused her sentence to hold back a burp, “plenty to drink already.”

“Right, but Y/N hasn’t! And after all, she’s the reason we called for this girls’ night out anyway. Inn’t, right Y/N?”

You smiled, trying your best to have a great night out. Although truth be told, the alcohol was just making you miss your ex more.

“Listen,” Octavia said, suddenly appearing next to you. She leaned on the table in front of you. “He was an asshole, and not worth your time. You deserve much more than what he could give you.”

You thanked her for the advice and took the shot that Clarke had ordered for you. Immediately following the moment that you set the shot glass back down on the table, Octavia grabbed your hand and whisked you away with her onto the dance floor.

***

It was something like 3 am now. You weren’t too sure, nor did you care. It had been agreed upon that you would all take cabs home. But when it came your time to tell the driver where to take you, you found yourself reciting a different address.

Stumbling up the staircase of the small apartment building, you counted off the doors before reaching your destination and greeting it with a sloppy knock on the door.

The door swung open revealing exactly who you’d hoped.

“Y/N? What’s… going on?”

“Heyyyyy Bellamyyyyy” You grinned from ear to ear. “I was just in the neighborhood and I thought I’d pop on by!” You made a silly popping noise to add to your point.

He nodded his head, piecing it all together now. “Tonight was the night you were going out with O and the others.”

“Yeahh!! Oh Bellamy it was so much funnnn!!”

“I’m, sure it was.” He held back a laugh. “Here, come inside.” He opened the door for you and you tried your best to walk normally toward his couch. Based on the fact that your face was suddenly engulfed in the couch pillows, you figured it didn’t go so well.

“Oh. I fell.” You stated.

“Yeah, you seem… pretty drunk.” He went and grabbed a blanket for you. “You should probably stay here for the night.”

“Oh heyyy!!! That reminds me!!! So, so, so, so Raven, right”

“Uh huh?” He said sitting down next to you.

“Raven, yeah, she, she was telling us how like, you’re the best sex she ever had,”

He laughed. “Oh really now?”

“Yeah, and coz like just coz she was just like getting over Finn right, and I just, I was thinking, ya know, that’s brilliant!”

“What’s brilliant?” He asked, amused by your drunken theatrics.

“Welllllll,” you started, “I just went through a breakup too, and it’s been absolute shit and like, I mean, I know that tonight was like, supposed to make me feel better and whatever, and I guess it did, but like, what if we did that too!”

“Did, what, exactly?” Bellamy trailed his sentence, waiting for you to reply. He was pretty sure he knew what you were getting at but he didn’t want to assume anything.

“Sex Bellamy. I’m talking about sex.”

“Ah, well, maybe another night. Right now you really just need rest.” He said, putting his hand so it rubbed your back in a comforting manner.

“I’m serious Bell! Don’t you think I’m sexy? Don’t I look hot tonight?” You said, pulling away from him and gesturing to your body.

He laughed. “Like I said, maybe another night. I’m gonna get you some water now. I want you to drink it and then go to sleep okay?” He said, already in the kitchen now, filling up a glass. “If you really want to still talk about this we can tomorrow. Sound good?” He called from the kitchen.

But by the time he was back with the water, you were already passed out on the couch.

***

The next morning you woke up to a splitting headache. Easily the worst hangover you had ever had. Typically you’re pretty responsible with your drink to water ratio but last night you just let everything go. As the night’s memories came back to you, you opened your eyes recognizing yourself to be on Bellamy’s couch in his apartment. You brought yourself up slowly, following the sound in the kitchen.

“Hey! You’re up!” Bellamy greeted you. “Thought I’d make you some mac and cheese. That’s my go to for a hangover.”

You nod, holding your head. “Thanks.”

“There’s sunglasses on the counter and a pitcher of water in the fridge too.”

“You’re a lifesaver!” You quickly snatched up the sunglasses and put them on. They gave an instant bit of relief to your pounding head. It still hurt but at least the sun didn’t burn as much now.

“So, out of curiosity,” Bellamy said from the stove, still stirring the noodles, “how much of last night do you remember?”

“You mean the part where I threw myself at you very desperate and undignified? Yep… it’s all here. Unfortunately.” You said as your poured the water into a glass.

He laughed. “Don’t worry about it.”

“I can’t believe I did that. I mean, of course you wouldn’t want to… with me… I mean really, I don’t know what I was thinking.”

“Hey, I never said I didn’t want to with you.” he interjected. “I just didn’t want to when you’re drunk.”

You paused and drank your water. “So… what are you saying?” You asked hesitantly.

“I’m saying…” he paused too, turned down the burner and redirected his attention to you. “I’m saying that if you did still want that sober, I would be okay with that.”

“Bellamy Blake, are you coming onto me?” You teased.

“Hey, you started it!” He defended.

You nodded and joined him at the stove. “Well are you going to finish it?” You took the spoon he had been stirring the mac and cheese with and put it in your mouth, tasting the cheese sauce on it.

He took the spoon back.

“Or are you just going to finish making the mac and cheese?” You added, looking from him to the cheese that was now boiling inside the pot.

“Screw the mac and cheese.” He said under his breath as he quickly dropped the spoon. Your lips crashed together like waves on a rocky shoreline.

You jumped into his firm arms, wrapping your legs around his torso. He carried you through his apartment to his bedroom, kissing you the whole way.

~~~

He only pulled his lips away from your’s when he softly laid you down onto the bed. Confidently he stood over you, pulling off his grey t-shirt and his pants so that he was just in his boxers. You couldn’t help but stare a bit as you followed his lead and pulled off the top you’d been wearing since the night before as well as the short skirt.

He smirked, noticing you admiring his physique.

“Oh come on, I know you’re checking me out too.” You taunted.

He rolled his eyes and broke from the smug demeanor as his mouth bore a guilty smile.

You watched as he crawled toward you on the bed, placing his body on top of yours. Your heart began to pick up speed as you realized this was actually happening. He took your lips in his again and this time gently bit your bottom lip.

He pulled away, but only for a moment.

“You’re sure about this?” He checked with you again before taking things further.

You pressed your lips to his ear.

“Positive.” You whispered. Gently, you ran your tongue along the edge of his ear, ending with a light tug at his earlobe which left chills running down his spine.

He kissed you again but this time didn’t linger at your lips, instead he left a trail of kisses along your jawline, making his way down to your neck. You hummed softly, enjoying the feeling of him sucking and gently biting on your pulse point. But before you could get used to it, he moved on, continuing to kiss you down your body. He unclasped your bra. He took one of your breasts in his soft hand, massaging it, and brought his mouth to the other, kissing and sucking. After a moment, he trailed kisses down your stomach, now reaching your panties. He grabbed at the lace with his teeth, slowly pulling them off you. Your inner thighs were now graced with his lips, sucking on the area so close to where you were growing increasingly hot. Slowly he moved his mouth closer and closer to where you wanted him to be so desperately.

“Tease.” You accused, feeling slightly embarrassed by how much he’d already turned you on with such little effort.

He met your gaze and cocked his head to the side, raising an eyebrow.

“Would you rather I cut to the chase?” He asked in a challenging tone.

You quickly regretted saying anything since what he was doing was actually working quite well for you, the slow build. Even if it was making you a little sexually frustrated, it was in a good way. But you also didn’t want to fully admit that to him. He was cocky enough, he didn’t need you to inflate his ego any more than it already had been. So you tried to play it cool.

“No, that’s okay. It’s fine. I could be interested to see where this goes.”

Knowing better than that, Bellamy saw right through your act. Nevertheless he went back at it. With long strokes he licked the outer edge of you, gradually moving inward. His tongue traced patterns along you. You were filled with anticipation when he finally pressed his mouth to your clit, kneading it with his tongue and his lips. You moaned with pleasure. As he continued to work on you, sucking, licking, and swirling his tongue, you felt your toes begin to curl. For a moment he pulled away and you opened your eyes, wondering why he’d stopped. But he hadn’t given up. He pulled away from you a few inches to lightly blow cool air onto your swollen clit. Tingling swept across you as your body reacted to the fun sensation. Instantly he brought his mouth back to it. He continued to move his tongue on you, increasing speed and pressure. Patiently he waited until he found you desperately grabbing at his head, tugging on his brown locks and whimpering through breaths. A wave of warmth washed over your body and you sighed in relief.

He moved so he was now lying next to you on the bed as you caught your breath.

Bellamy pulled a condom out of his side table drawer. You snatched it out of his hand.

“I was going to give you a minute but sure.” He said, surprised by your eagerness.

“Once you get me going, I don’t slow down.” You winked.

Carefully you tore open the small packaging and took it out. You pulled off his boxers and noticed how he pressed his lips together, excitedly watching as you slowly slid the latex down his length. You moved yourself to straddle over his lap and sank down onto him, loving the feeling of fullness inside you. Giving a small flirtatious smile you leaned down and kissed him again. As you pressed your lips against his, your hips mirrored the action and pressed into him too. He slipped his tongue in your mouth and slightly lifted his hips so he could push himself deeper into you. Quickly you gained momentum, like running down a hill. Fingers running up and down your back as you moved yourself backwards and forwards, grinding your most sensitive spot against him. You felt yourself begin to feel weakened and losing control. Sensing this, he moved one hand down to grab at your ass. Guiding you through the motion now, he pulled you to him more intensely. You moaned, enjoying his grip on you. With his other hand, he licked his thumb and began rubbing you.

“Fuck, keep doing that,” you instructed through breaths.

As he picked up speed in both rubbing and pulling you against him, you felt yourself coming more undone by the second. That hill you felt like you were running down got even steeper. And then it completely ended and you found yourself feeling launched off a cliff, falling through the air.

Without giving you time to catch your breath, Bellamy put both hands on your ass and flipped you over, so your back was now resting on the bed. Still inside you, he began thrusting again but from on top. You tried to gain some composure but when he moved his mouth to your neck, biting at the skin as he grunted while thrusting into you, you felt completely lost in bliss. He shifted himself forward so he was hovering less over your chest and more so over your shoulder now. This new angle reached something else in you. It catapulted you from falling through the air into an entirely different realm. You arched your back and cried out involuntarily. Bellamy felt you clenching around him and began to groan as he too felt the release. It was almost as if your body was in such ecstasy it couldn’t take it. It felt as though you had left it all behind, left the room, left the entire world and were floating somewhere above the stars. He kept you suspended in that unimaginable euphoria for what seemed like decades before gently lowering you back down to the ground. Slowly opening your eyes, you turned your head to see Bellamy panting next to you now.

“That was. I. You were. I mean. This was.” You still weren’t quite on the level of forming complete sentences yet.

“Wow, was it really that bad?”

“Fuck you” You said in response to his sarcasm.

“No, I’m pretty sure you did that.” He further joked and you hit his arm.

“Do you smell something?” You asked, confusion crossing over both of your faces.

He paused before panic set into his face.

“The mac and cheese!”

#bellamy x reader #the 100 bellamy #bellamy imagine #bellamy smut #bellamy blake x reader #bellamy blake smut #the 100 #the 100 smut #the 100 x reader #my writing

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teddystrap · 5 years

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Drama CD: [幽幻ロマンチカ・真骨頂] ≁Bakeneko Arahagi・Inugami Toneri≁

No audio track this time sorry! But anyway, I’ve made sizeable progress on the Yuuroma series: Hifumi + Utashiro’s Hatenkou, Zakuro, Toneri, and a bunch of tokuten for everybody (/*^-^)/. I’ll do the 2nd Shinkocchou first, for continuity.

And I haven’t listened to the two individual discs before this, so I had no idea who they are... or that their names are actually Arahagi (cat demon; cv. Kaji Yuuki) and Toneri (dog deity; cv, Hirakawa Daisuke) until about 3/4 into the story, since they kept calling each other ‘Stupid Cat’ and ‘Stupid Dog’. Orz

Obvsly this time there is no bromance like in the 1st disc and they fight like... err... cats and dogs (for lack of a better description XD).

As before, hidden messages from the both of them:

１．壱、都市伝説『二次元カレシ』２．弐、手が<か>りはどこ？３．参、そこは見せか<け>の幸福世界４．四、ここにず<っ>といよう５．伍、意地でも負<け>られない６．六、この世界が壊れ<る>としても７．七、都市伝説『二次元カレシ』看破８．キャストトーク

Arahagi: bold⋆ spells 「どこにでも」 (‘No matter where [you are]...’)

Toneri: <⋆> spells 「かけつける」 (‘...I will rush to your side’)

...うれしいィィ！！ありがとね、二人とも～^^

[The Second Rumour: Urban Legend ‘2D Boyfriend’]

All the girls at your school are addicted to a mobile otome game app. Rumour has it that players can end up getting trapped in the game world, and their bodies are found in sleeping position holding their phones in one hand.

Toilet Guy has again asked Arahagi and Toneri to investigate. This time your team name is: the Pitch-Black Executors ~DARK (K)NIGHT MESSIAH~. Σ_(꒪ཀ꒪」∠)_. And both your animal manservants have the good sense to hate this abomination of a name. But it will come in handy later on...

So. First order of business is to throw *you* into the virtual world. It’s been rumoured that collecting a full set of accessories from one game character can accomplish this, so your animal bfs possess your body and go shopping.

They push a bunch of bling on you (Toneri makes you wear a choker that reminds him of a dog collar XD), and eventually you can’t take it anymore and run out of the store because you don’t wanna turn into the lovechild of Katy Perry and Flavor Flav. And anyway it didn’t work. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ RIP Operation BringTheBling1.

Plan #2: There is another rumour that players get sucked in when they access the app at midnight. So Catboy and Dogman (henceforth ‘CatDog’) camp over in your bed, and sure enough, when the clock strikes 12, you fall into a deep sleep and enter the game world.

The game is set in a high school that’s an *exact* replica of Nanagiri, with two characters who sound (and look) exactly like your Cat and Dog bfs. [Hirarin is the senpai and Kaji is the kouhai, ofc.] You are shocked by this unfolding of events, and the two of them think you have a cold and need to go to the nurse’s office to rest.

You take this as an opportunity to escape, and as you are running you hear Arahagi and Toneri’s voices from the other side. They successfully possess your sleeping body and enter the virtual world as well.

Senpai and Kouhai can see the demons possessing you. They forcibly exorcise the duo and drag you away. As the exorcised duo come to, they find themselves turned into their chibi forms XDD. Meanwhile, Senpai and Kouhai have taken you to the nurse’s office. As they are trying to approach you, you spray the fire extinguisher at them and make your escape. Niceee.

You manage to find Arahagi and Toneri hiding in the courtyard. They repossess your body to regain their powers and apologise for not being able to protect you. But you have come up with a battle plan: Operation LoveLetter1. Dun dun DUNNN.

The plan is to put a love letter in their shoe locker asking Senpai and Kouhai to meet with you next evening. Being in an otome game, they can only do as they are told to unlock the love event. (Also what is with this 3P-harem setting where you can confess and unlock event for two characters at once?? I need to get in on dis yo. ¬‿¬)

You and CatDog stay up all night to discuss the battle plan, and Arahagi thinks this whole game reeks of the work of a human being. He figures out that they can rob the game characters of their powers by stealing their phones. (Why do even the characters have phones inside the game??) And to power-up themselves, CatDog trade hugs and kisses with each other (I WISH!!) you to feed off of your human energy.

Next day, Senpai and Kouhai show up at the arranged meeting time, and CatDog appear to start a riot. They throw out your team name Pitch-Black Executors ~DARK (K)NIGHT MESSIAH~, which confuses their opponents and gives them the perfect opportunity to steal the opponents’ phones.

Toneri ties the two characters up with chains and Arahagi drops a bunch of machinery and shit on top of them, but dis ain’t ovah ya’ll. The two of them go into *dark mode*. They change the backdrop and damage the data of Arahagi and Toneri’s bodies. As they bury CatDog alive and take you away, you tell them that you believe in CatDog, which gives them the power they need to free themselves from entombment and destroy the game characters.

...When the smoke clears, they see a student that was sucked into the game world. Strangely enough, *it’s a boy*, and they figure that he must be the human that the game monster is possessing and feeding off of.

It turns out that the boy offered himself as a human sacrifice to the urban legend and created this game world to shield his younger sister from the harsh reality. The game world begins to disintegrate, and Toneri tells the boy to face his sister properly instead of doing this stupid shit in the name of ‘protection’. To Toneri and Arahagi, who come into this world all alone, every little detail of the familial bonds and ties between humans seems magical and deserves to be treasured.

The three of you wake up in your bed, and CatDog wonder if the boy’s little sister is going to be alright. You devise a plan... for the two of them to appear to her in a dream pretending to be the two game characters. Toneri flubs his lines and gets beaten up by Arahagi XD. They tell the girl they are relieved that she has finally awoken from her slumber, and invite her to play the game again whenever she is feeling down.

Now a new urban legend has arisen: that whenever a girl gets sucked into the game world, her 2D boyfriend tells her to get out or else she won’t make it to her own wedding in the future. (#meirl XDD.) What’s more, CatDog have erased the oniisan’s memories of the whole incident, and both he and his sister have returned to school as usual.

*Meanwhile*, YOU have become addicted to this game app XD. After unsuccessfully trying to snatch your phone out of your hands, CatDog tease you with kisses and promise to make your real life more exciting than any game ever... yes please Hirarin and Kaji the two of you can come and possess me any time I don’t mind fufufufu~~~ (´┓`*)

[Thoughts] ⋆敬称略⋆

Ok so this was my first introduction to both characters (Arahagi/Toneri). I kept thinking as I was listening to it: wouldn’t it be great if Kaji and Hirarin switched roles? Doesn’t it feel like Kaji has more of an excitable puppy-like personality (or quality to his voice, rather), and Hirarin has more of a slow, cat-like temperament??

In fact in the Free Talk when Hirarin said that he is 100% a Cat Person and he thinks Arahagi is really cute, I was all ready to jump out of my chair all like, ‘I KNEW IT!!!’ #notoverreactingatall._(:3」∠)_. ...I guess Rejet wanted to switch it up a little? Or maybe Kimura Ryouhei was busy, because Toneri [yandere + dog ears] sounds like the job for him. Also I can’t help but wonder how perfect Hirarin would be as Utashiro lulling me to sleep with his soothing voice...

(*ฅ́˘ฅ̀*)♡

But all this fantasy casting aside, every time I hear Toneri’s adorable grumpy/growling noises that he makes when he’s dissatisfied, I feel like they made the right casting choice after all. #omgWANT ლ(⁰⊖⁰ლ)

What else, what else... HmMMmMmm, the story and characters/pair dynamics this time round is a bit more childish and less ‘tight’ than before. So idk, I didn’t feel as much of *Deh Romantic Feelz* towards Arahagi/Toneri like I did for Hifumi/Utashiro. Although I still enjoyed it because I am immature.

The doppelganger bit was pretty kewl though. Although the battle scene kind of got resolved in a very #WTF kind of way and left me wanting more. Also the overprotective older brother story would’ve benefited from a better explanation/backstory of why he did what he did, no? Overall just kind of #わけわかんない, and not a very tight story, like I said.

The otome game theme was kind of relevant and interesting, esp the senpai character in the game who kept emphasising the use of this kind of romance fantasies as a form of escapism. ...Which got a bit philosophical/personal in a way, although I’m not sure if Toneri was the best person to expound on this because he’s so... erm... simple-minded XD.

Nonetheless, the overall message was clear: that it’s always better to face things head-on, and you have limitless potential as a human being. +++

But *then again* this series isn’t meant to be analysed very deeply. It’s more just for ya’ll to enjoy the cute huggable chibi things and the powerful demons protecting the fuck out of you. Yeah? Yeahh.

Although!! From the cast commentaries it seems like the seiyuu themselves can’t/won’t actually protect you from anything in the event of an actual urban legend/haunting. It’s funny how they voice all these powerful/scary demon and spirit characters, but when they see an actual horror programme or whatever on TV they quickly look away and change the channel!! (-_-|||) SENSEI I AM DISAPPOINT.

The only exception so far is Sakurai Takahiro, who spouted off a bunch of kaidan-banashi from his old high school enthusiastically when asked. Like, everyone else is a wimp and he is the One True Hero. He even has ‘he[/i]ro’ in his name!!

#otome #drama cd #yuugen romantica #shinkocchou #yuroma #rejet #arahagi #toneri #seiyuu #kaji yuki #hirakawa daisuke #supernatural #youkai #kaidan #mystery #otome game

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h4rin · 6 years

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prompt: hi hi! i love love LOVE all of your writing SO much! specifically the soulmate!chan and changbin aus that you’ve done. i was just wondering if you’ve written any more of those for stray kids (since the latter isn’t linked in your masterlist so idrk if you have or haven’t)? also, would you ever consider doing a jiseong or seungmin one? thank you in advance and have a wonderful day/night! ☺️❤️

word count: 1,764!

a/n: so happy to have posted this!! i’ve been working on it for a while and i finally feel ok about it ^^ i hope you enjoy ~~ also, thank you for the prompt!! jisung might be next, unless i work on another request first, but enjoy!! (i’ll post your ask after jisung, ok? luv u!!)

so in this au

you’re in college

you’re an enviromental science major

and this is your first year!

you haven’t met your soulmate yet

which isn’t super uncommon, tbh

but it is slightly uncommon

just uncommon enough for you to be the odd one out in your group of friends

anyway

the marks change with the generations

so your parents couldn’t see color until they made eye contact

which was really cute

but you? your generation?

you’re incapable of causing physical harm to your soulmate

which is, to say the least

less cute

but it didn’t make it too terribly awful for you to meet your soulmate

if you couldn’t hurt them

they were the one

so you cruised along high school and through half of your first year of college

and by december, you were kinda done with living in l.a.

like, it’s a great city, and you were so thankful for the opportunity to study at the university that you were at

but nothing was happening

so you started looking into studying abroad

you were looking at thailand!

since they had a lot of english speakers, it really seemed to be your best bet

almost as soon as you applied, you were accepted

...and then you got sick the week before you were supposed to be going

which, of course, was the worst case scenario

so your friend was stuck taking care of you while you were moping about

because you couldn’t go and see the world when you had planned to

(and because you didn’t get your money back wtf college)

but then your friend got sick

like as soon as you got better

wtf

so y’all quarantined yourselves

in your dorm

(lucky you had a solo, right?)

but your friend was, sadly, a caffine addict

so one day, she sent you out to the closest coffee shop on campus, just to get a few coffee-y things

and, since you were a good friend

(and since you got her sick)

you begrudgingly went out and got her the coffee

and holy shit, it was busy

you were kinda shocked at first, but the main thing was, nobody was really ordering???

people were just kinda chilling around the shop, avoiding leaving??

as far as you were aware, there was nothing terrible going on around campus

and there was nothing to suggest that there was any type of deal or competition in the cafe itself

so you were vastly confused

until you saw him

holy shit

he looked like an angel??? and he smiled every time he took someone’s order, and wrote their name on the cup in such an amazing way --

okay, [y/n], b r e a t h e

you’re up

so you managed to get through your order, only stuttering once or twice

(you blamed it on being sick recently)

and then he looked up at you

with those glittering, amber brown eyes

and there were tears in yours oh my god

“[Y/N]?” he paused for a second. “oh, sorry, it’s just...i think you’re friends with my friend felix?”

and you and felix had had a few classes together before, and you had bonded over some dumb shit, so yeah, you would consider the two of you to be friends, so you nodded

“i think he talked about you before, and you seem cool. we should hang sometime!” you nodded because this aNGEL WAS STILL TALKING TO YOU

the next minute or so was honestly a blank, you were recovering from his existence near you

like,, how did felix not tell you his friend was the MOST BEAUTIFUL PERSON TO EXIST

buuut you were less salty when you heard seungmin, as you learned his name was, called your name out for your order

and you were nervous, okay? this was your first time meeting him, this was your first impression, so this would make or break you

and you’re an idiot

and you ended up holding the cup too tight

causing the cup to burst

on your and seungmin’s hands

which?? was weird.

the cup in question had your name on it, and you could’ve sworn you asked for a hot drink??

but it wasn’t hot

it wasn’t cold, either

or warm or cool

it just felt...wet. not any temperature, really

well, maybe room temperature

it wasn’t even steaming on your skin

while you were focused on that, seungmin was apologizing profusely

“ohmygod, i’m so so so sorry,” he insisted, “i’ll get you a new one, i’m so tired and that’s no excuse i just --”

“it’s okay, seungmin,” you interrupted him

“it...it doesn’t hurt??” he questioned

“no?” you responded, not totally sure how to respond

“oh.”

he awkwardly handed you the other drink, and you stood around the counter for a moment while you waited for your drink to be remade

the cafe, oddly enough, was silent

uncomfortably silent

you could feel everyone’s eyes on you

seungmin handed you your drink again, this time more carefully

“again, i’m so sorry,” he repeated

“no, no, it’s okay,” you repeated

you walked out the door, your heart beating fast

like,, holy shit, you just saw an angel

your friend looked at you weirdly when you got back

like, you were covered in coffee, probably hot coffee, but you seemed okay

a little dazed, but okay

but she was sick as hell, so she just kinda mumbled “coffee” and sipped on it, eyes closed

the whole thing was sort of forgotten, especially after you showered quickly and changed

as if it never happened

by the next week, your friend was better, and you weren’t sick again, and you’d drank a lot of coffee

like, an intense amount

but you hadn’t gone back to that shop

for some reason, you felt weird about going back to the shop you’d seen seungmin at

you honestly hadn’t felt that way about someone in a long time, if ever

and you didn’t know how you felt about that

he was nice, yeah, and he put butterflies in your stomach

but you had a soulmate out there somewhere, you knew that

and you didn’t want to risk that

but, damn, seungmin knew how to make good coffee

something was drawing you to that coffee shop again, and you could only avoid it for so long

so, one day, your friend essentially dragged you to the little shop

...she didn’t know about the thing with seungmin, you figured it didn’t matter to tell her

your connection to him was through felix, so it wasn’t like the two would connect

...right??

sadly, you were wrong

as hell

“oh, hey, [y/f/n]!” seungmin exclaimed as soon as the two of you. “and [y/n]! it’s been a while, how are you two?”

you froze, while [y/f/n] sort of...paused for a second. “oh, seungmin? french last year, right?”

“yeah!” he responded. “prenez-vous toujours la classe?”

“non,” she replied with a sad smile on her face, “j'ai dû abandonner.”

you were immensely confused, but just kinda dealt with it. they spoke in french for another minute or so, and then when they stopped, your friend ordered for the two of you

luckily, not in french

he offered to bring it to you, the cafe being less busy than usual, and the two of you graciously accepted

it only took a few minutes, but, while you were sitting, you and your friend started discussing random things

specifically, the two of you decided to tell the stupidest story you could come up with

bonus points for it being unrealistic

so you started going bullshitting, making something up about a rat you’d seen that was thiiiiis big

(you stretched your arms out as far as you could to make your point)

...hitting seungmin in the chest, spilling your coffee, this time, on him

the heat very clearly rose from his chest, steaming a little bit in the cold air

but he didn’t seem phased beyond being wet now

“sorry about that!” he apologized

“no, no, it’s okay!” you insisted again

“i’ll go get you a new one.”

your friend kinda looked at you weirdly as he walked off, his head cocked slightly to the side.

“what?” you asked quietly

she raised her eyebrows. “didn’t he spill your coffee on you last time? and it didn’t hurt?”

“yeahh…” you responded, trailing off. “why?”

“and you spilled your coffee on him this time, and it didn’t hurt him.”

“yeah? so?”

“dude, what if he’s your soulmate?”

“there’s really no way to tell.”

she cocked her eyebrow again, sipping at her coffee. “yeah, there is, and you know what you have to do.”

begrudgingly, you followed seungmin to the back, where he was trying his best to get the coffee off of him, while simoutaneously making your new cup.

“do you need help…?” you asked quietly.

he shook a little bit, obviously surprised, but nodded a little bit.

“yeah, if you want. can you pull a cup out of there? and a few packs of creamer. maybe some sugar, too.”

you nodded, immediately doing what he asked. “so, i have a sort of weird question.”

“i’m sure i’ve heard weirder,” he promised. “what’s up?”

you thought for a second about how to ask him. finally, you took a deep breath, mentally preparing yourself to switch schools. “[y/f/n] thinks we might be soulmates, and she told me to test it. did the coffee hurt you?”

“no, it was really more...annoying than anything. just kinda...wet. it didn’t hurt you the other week, either, did it?”

“no. how would we even test this? i-if you want to.”

“yeah, i’m down to.” he paused. “slap me,” he suddenly said.

“what?”

“if it hurts, we’ll know! c’mon!” he grabbed your hand. “please?”

you paused. “i...okay.” you tried to relax your shoulders, ready to grab ice when it inevitably didn’t work.

then you did it

you smacked him

not too hard, your handprint showed up for only a split second

but enough to cause pain to anyone else

but, aside from moving his head slightly from the pressure, he felt nothing

“holy shit,” he whispered, staring at you intently

your breathing was heavy before you wrapped him in a hug

whether you usually would or not, you did this time

that was one stressor out of your life

you knew your soulmate; the person you’d spend the rest of your life with

and you had honestly never been so happy to have been sick

or to need coffee

just

woah

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Hello! Could you do a DK angst (ft. Hoshi) scenario where you like DK (your best friend) and when you go to confess to him he rejects you and he says things like "why would I like someone like you?!" And when he goes to confess to the girl he likes, it goes the same way which causes him to realize he actually likes you but you end up being with Hosh (other best friend) when he goes to apologize and yeahh. Thank you!

((This was a long time coming! I know that! It was a challenge for me to get into this and I don’t think I made it angsty enough, I’m sorry. I tried my hardest to stick to the request, but I may have tweaked a few things here and there, otherwise it would have had a really jilted ending. Um…yeah, sorry for the wait! That was terrible of me!))

Pairing: DKxReader Ft. Hoshi

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Word Count: 7,956 (Holy shIT!)

Summary: It’s a difficult thing, being infatuated with the sun. He shines so bright for everyone, but you’re selfish enough to want him only for yourself. You think you have a chance of having him…until you get burned.

*~*~*~*~*

Your professor had a way of making time fly despite theclass itself being over two hours long You had never been much of a historybuff, the multiple dates you had to recall always being the enemy, but thishistory course was so interesting and engaging, it was easy to lose track oftime. Hence, why you and most of your classmates didn’t even notice that thelesson was supposed to be over about 20 minutes ago, the next class crowdingthe door and waiting to take their seats.

“Time really does fly when you’re having fun,” you mumbledto yourself, finishing up your notes and storing your materials into yourbackpack before rising to make your exit.

“Remember to read Chapter 13 for homework, everyone! We’regoing to have a very involved discussion next class meeting,” the professorannounced, waving at the retreating students before welcoming the next class.

You pulled your planner from your bag with the intention ofrecording the homework and rifled further for a pen. Exiting the class andquite distracted, you never had a chance to prepare for-

“Finally!”

“ACK! Soonyoung!”

-the energizer bunny that wrapped his arms around you frombehind and spun you around, his ecstatic laughter ringing loud in the hall.

“I’ve been waiting forever for you , Y/N,” Soonyounglaughed, setting you down on your feet and ruffling your hair, “What took theclass so long?”

“Cut it out!” you demanded, batting his hand away from yourhair and readjusting any stray strands, “What is it with you guys and messingwith a girl’s hair? Anyway, I guess we all just got really into the lesson andlost track of time.”

“I wish my classes were that interesting…or maybe it’sbecause you’re just really smart and like the subject, so it comes easy toyou!”

“I hate history.”

“Well, whatever! The fact is that we were waiting a longtime for you and I’m starving!”

“We?”

“Seokmin was waiting with me, but went ahead to buy ourlunch,” Soonyoung elaborated, turning you around by your shoulders and guidingyou out of the building, “He should already be with the others, so let’s go!Hurry! Hurry! My stomach’s caving in!”

“O-Okay, okay! I’m going!” you replied, grateful that youwere able to conceal the red of your cheeks, but very much aware of the heatburning beneath them.

Seokmin did that to you. Even just the mere mention of him;the sound of his name, the sound of his voice, a simple thought centered aroundthe Child Development major known as Lee Seokmin had your heart gallopingthrough fields of daisies and poppies. It had been one full year since you cameto terms with your infatuation for him, but that didn’t keep the butterfliesfrom swarming or your palms from dampening. It just made you an expert onhiding it from him.

With Soonyoung practically dragging you along behind him ata full run, the both of you eventually made it to the university quad, findingyour friends lounging in the green not too far away.

“I brought Y/N!” the dancer announced, coming to a stop andsmoothly pulling you next to him before slinging an arm around your shoulderslike he always did, “Her history class ran longer than usual because they werehaving too much fun.”

“I thought you hated history,” Joshua mused with a smile,watching you struggle to catch your breath.

“I hate history…but I love…the professor…” you panted withyour hands on your knees, eventually keeling over into the grass between Joshuaand your roommate/friend, Miaka, “Soonyoung tried to kill me.”

“You were walking too slowly and I’m really hungry,” hewhined, dropping down on the other side of Miaka and groaning dramatically.

“You were Sonic-running and I don’t appreciate the forcedexercise,” you mumbled, laying stomach down on the grass and willing yourbreath to even out while remaining oblivious to Soonyoung’s pouting at beingscolded.

Just as you were starting to feel better, your heartsettling and your breathing steady, another attack came upon you in the form offingers dancing up and down your incredibly ticklish side.

“AAHH! Nonono! Who?! Why?!” you shrieked, flipping over ontoyour back and curling up to prevent the onslaught, “Stop it!”

The laugh that hit your ears made your whole body tingle,the sun blocked by your attacker’s head as his smile took its place lighting upyour world. In the exact moment your eyes locked with happy brown ones, youswore the birds sang sweeter, the wind was cooler, the sky was bluer and thegrass felt like feathers. Everything felt so wonderful that if you died rightthen and there, you wouldn’t even mind it.

“You’re funny when you’re tickled, Y/N,” Seokmin stated,running a hand through his black hair, messing up his side-part a little bit.

“There is nothing funny about torturing me,” you answered,hoping against hope that the blush on your cheeks and the slight stutter youreleased wasn’t too noticeable.

He laughed again and held up a white, plastic carton alongwith a cold can of soda, “I got your lunch. I’m pretty sure I got what youusually like. Soonyoung’s better at remembering your order than I am.”

‘Oh, he’s just the sweetest!’ you gushed mentally, wantingto squeal, but instead sitting up and taking the items that he offered.

“I’m sure it’s fine. I eat just about anything, anyway.”

“She’s like a trashcan.”

“I’m sorry, did the bottomless pit over there saysomething?”

The whole group sat in amusement at the playful bickeringbetween you and Soonyoung, Seokmin lowering himself down right behind you withhis own food and laughing at Soonyoung’s expense. He was sitting rather close,almost forcing himself between you and Miaka with his legs on practicallyeither side of your hips. Again, your heart did somersaults and the color inyour cheeks deepened.

“Anyway, how much do I owe you for buying my lunch?” youasked him, beginning to rifle through your bag for your wallet.

Seokmin stopped you with a gentle touch to your arm, shakinghis head once he had your attention, his smile beaming at your face, “You don’towe me anything! It’s on me.”

You just gazed at him for a beat, wondering what good deedyou did at any point in this life or others to deserve a person like him inyour life. Even if he was just a friend…even if you wanted to be more.

It was hard to tell when this maddening crush of yours onLee Seokmin actually started, but itfelt like it’s been present ever since you entered University. You met both himand Soonyoung at around the same time, both becoming your best friends, but itwas the sun-shiny man with a voice as beautiful as a song bird’s that capturedyour heart. He was playful yet considerate, positively hilarious, and sopositive that you felt you could never have a bad day with him around orcontinue to mope after having a bad day. He made your dark days bright and yourbright days even better. He was everything to you…and you wished you could beeverything to him, too.

“Hey, Seokmin. Seungkwan. Why don’t you two sing us thatsong you were practicing? Let us hear how it’s going,” Jun, one of the oldestin the group, spoke up suddenly, disrupting conversations and forcing all eyeson the two mentioned males.

You blinked curiously, looking back at Seokmin, “You two arepracticing a song? How come?”

Seokmin chuckled and shrugged his shoulders, “We were boredand heard a song that we wanted to try harmonizing on. I think Joshua wasplaying it on the guitar.”

“And look at this! Said person just so happens to have saidguitar with him!” Seungcheol proclaimed from his spot beside Joshua, nudgingthe other’s arm with his elbow, “You should play it and you two-” he pointed toSeungkwan and Seokmin, “should sing it!”

“Yeah, sing it for us!”

“Come on you, guys!”

“Sing it! Sing it! Sing it!”

Soon, the whole group was chanting for the two vocalists,Seungkwan eventually calming them down with an exasperated sigh of ‘fiiinnne’.The two of them prepared themselves while Joshua tuned his guitar, you focusingon your food while they did so. Soon, the first riffs of the song driftedthrough the air, followed by the second and third…and then, they were singing.

Voices mixing and blending so beautifully, Seungkwan andSeokmin captivated the group, as always. Their powerful voices snatching everyear; it was both a blessing and a curse to be sitting so close to your crush atthis point, struggling to not stare at him too hard and yet wanting to memorizethe expression on his face while you still had the chance. He absently playedwith the back of your hair while he sang, a rush of tingles dancing down yourspine. He smiled at you and you smiled at him, nodding your head along to thesong and wishing you could melt into his arms…without it being weird.

At the end of the performance, the last note fading out, thetrio received a round of applause from their friends, though you smiled thebiggest and the brightest at Seokmin.

He leaned in closer to you, whispering playfully, “How did Ido?”

“Amazing, as always. I don’t even know why you bother askingme,” you play-whispered back, reaching up to fix his side-part and melting whenhe smiled at you with a little touch to your arm as thanks.

Suddenly, the campus clock tower started to chime and youfroze when you realized how late it was actually getting. “Crap! What time isit?!” you hissed, pulling your phone from your bag and cursing when you sawthat it was just turning 3 PM, “My last class starts in 15 minutes and it’sacross campus. I have to go.”

“Don’t worry about your trash. I’ll take care of it,”Seokmin offered.

You smiled nearly bashfully, but shook your head, “You don’thave to, Seokmin. I can do it. It’s fine.”

“Ah, you’re so stubborn.” His eyes narrowed into a playfulglare, his tongue clicking in ‘disappointment’, “It’s fine to accept help, Y/N.It’ll be one less thing for you to worry about! I don’t want you to be late forclass, so I’ll take care of your trash!”

To show that he meant business, the man took the pile oftrash from you and reached over to put your backpack in your hands. He thenushered you up and pushed on the small of your back until you took two stepsaway.

“Go, go! You’re losing time! Make sure to pay attention!”

You stared at him for a beat longer, a silly smile touchingyour lips as you nodded, “Alright…thank you!”

After bidding good-bye to your group of friends, andpromising Miaka that you’ll clear the night to help her study, you took onlytwo more steps before Soonyoung was calling out to you.

“Wait, Y/N! I’ll go with you!” he said, stuffing the rest ofhis food into his mouth and then moving to stand up.

“Your class is in the opposite direction of mine, Soonyoung,and it’s going to be starting soon, too!” you objected, frowning when he gavehis trash to Seokmin and asked him to take care of that, too, which he happilyagreed to.

“So?” the dancer retorted, hopping next to you with a big,cheeky grin on his face, “I want to walk you; make sure you get there safe.” Yourolled your eyes as he bid his farewells, shoving his shoulder when he startedpushing you in the direction of your class, earning a giggle from him.

“Good luck in class, Y/N!”

You looked back to see Seokmin smiling and waving after you,the dazzling brightness of his grin leaving you breathless, yet re-energized.You returned the gesture and called out a thank you, beginning a light-footedtrek to your class with Soonyoung hot on your heels. Not even his teasing couldmake the smile fall from your face after spending time in Seokmin’s presence,your mind too occupied with his warm smile to even think of good, wittycomebacks. You just…floated to class, drunk on infatuation and high on hisbeautiful voice.

~*~*~*~

It was right around 8:30 PM when you returned to yourapartment that evening, mentally drained but feeling rather accomplished. Afteryour last class, you joined a few of your History classmates for a study groupand then went to get dinner with them, making sure to leave in a timely mannerso you could have enough time to help Miaka study that night, as promised.

You sighed in relief when you got inside, classical musicdrifting pleasantly in the air; Miaka liked to study to the sound of anorchestra. She said it helped her to focus more.

“I’m home!” you called, toeing off your shoes and movinginto the living room.

“And just in time, too!” Miaka greeted, never looking upfrom the index cards she was working on at the coffee table, “I’m just aboutdone making my flashcard for my biology terms and then you’ll be able to quizme on them for the test.”

“Sounds good,” you replied, throwing your coat and bag downon sofa behind her before throwing yourself down at the coffee table in frontof her, “How many do you have?”

“118.”

“Do you plan on sleeping at all tonight?”

“Nope and I hope you don’t either.”

You rolled your eyes loudly, giggling when Miaka stuck hertongue out at you in retaliation. To entertain yourself while she finished withthe rest of her cards, you picked up the already completed ones and started tolook over them. A moment of silence passed between you two.

“So, how was your last class?” she suddenly asked, stillfocused on the cards.

“It was decent,” you answered.

Miaka glanced at you, smiling mischievously, “What, itwasn’t spectacular after being blessed by Lee Seokmin’s wish of goodluck? You weren’t floating on air? Hearing angels sing? Citing romantichaikus?”

You stared at her flatly, clearly unamused, “I hate you.”

“You love me,” she shot back.

“I hope you fail this test.”

“And I hope you embarrass yourself in front of your dreamman.”

You groaned at her last jab, setting the cards down beforeflopping back onto the carpet, “Why are you being so mean?!”

Miaka laughed, completing the last card and then reachingover to add it to the pile, organizing them in the process. “Honestly, whydon’t you just tell the guy that you like him? What’ the worst that couldhappen?”

You popped back up, “I could make a fool of myself. I couldruin a perfectly good friendship and possibly lose Soonyoung in the process. Icould make him feel so uncomfortable around me that he never wants to see myface again. The list goes on!” Another groan and another flop back onto thecarpet. “God…why does he have to be so perfect? Why do I have to have a crushon a guy that’s never going to like me back?”

“Well, I wouldn’t say ‘never’.”

You returned to your sitting position, staring your friendstraight into her soul, “What are you talking about?”

“Look,” she started, pausing to choose her words carefully,“It might just be me, but I think he likes you, too.”

“HA!” You laughed incredulously, Miaka narrowing your eyesat you. “Oh, you’re funny, Miaka.”

“But I’m probably not wrong.”

“But you probably are.”

“But I’m probably not,” she insisted, “I mean, look at theway he treats you! He buys food for you without making you pay him back. He’salways encouraging you. He’s always trying to sit really close to you. He asksfor your opinions before anyone else’s. He offers to do things for you that’llmake your life easier! The man is practically establishing himself as yourboyfriend. All you two need now are couple’s outfits.”

As much as you wanted to argue with her- because you vaguelyremember Soonyoung doing a lot of the same things from time to time- thatniggling of hope deep in your soul started to work against you. Big time. Youstarted to think…maybe she was right? Did Seokmin like you? Were you morespecial to him than you allowed yourself to believe?

You chewed your bottom lip thoughtfully, brow furrowing inworry, “But…I don’t know, Miaka. If it’s true…and he likes me like I likehim…then why hasn’t he said anything? Why hasn’t he confessed?”

The other woman shrugged her shoulders, smirkingtriumphantly, “Maybe you’re the one girl that makes him too shy to do it.”

You froze, giving her the chance to continue, “Maybe youshould be the one to confess.”

“But…Me? How?! I can’t…H-How would I even-”

“The next time you two are alone.” She interrupted you,holding a finger up, “Conditions are never going to really be perfect, but takeadvantage of the next time you guys aren’t being bothered and tell him how youfeel. He’ll probably be super relieved that you did!”

“I…I don’t know. It’s not exactly the romantic confession Iimagined,” you mused, pouting slightly, “I always wanted to be the one thatsomeone confessed to.”

Miaka clicked her tongue before pursing her lips indisapproval, “Do you want this man or not?”

You hesitated…and then nodded.

“Then you know what you need to do,” she finalized, handingyou the finished and organized stacks of index cards, “Now quiz me. We can talkabout your repressed love life later.”

You glared at her, but took the stacks and set them up onthe coffee table, starting to go through the different categories with her.While you worked hard to remain in study mode for Miaka’s sake, you couldn’thelp the little voice whispering in the back of your mind: how long would you have to wait before you could confess?

The answer…

*~*~*~*

Not that long at all, actually! About two weeks if we’regoing to try to be exact and it was Seokmin himself who gave you theopportunity.

You remembered the Monday afternoon that brought you to thismoment, the shriek that filled the apartment after you told Miaka how Seokminhad texted you and asked you to go to a movie with him. She had then startedraving about how ‘This is it!’ and ‘This is your chance!’ and ‘He’s totallyasking you on a date!’. This was followed up with her planning your outfit foryour Friday night outing with him, from your shoes and accessories to what youwere going to do with your hair. You had tried to tell her that it was just amovie, nothing big, so a nice pair of jeans couples with a pretty shirt andsome cute sandals would work fine.

She wasn’t having any of that, though, and immediately tookyou out shopping for the perfect outfit, declaring that you couldn’t make aproper confession without looking drop-dead gorgeous first.

“I mean, more gorgeous than you already are,” she had added,giggling girlishly while pulling a multitude of dresses and skirts from therack at your favorite store.

All of her primping, polishing, encouraging and hyping werewhat helped you to get through the week without losing your mind in excitement,to Friday night…to this moment here. She truly made you believe that thisreally was it, that this was the moment you confessed and it would end inhappily ever after. Even the ‘date’ itself seemed to solidify it: he bought thepopcorn and drinks at the movies for the both of you, draped his arm aroundyour shoulders, he took you to dinner after, got you your favorite dessert. Hecomplimented your whole look more than twice that evening and you even caughthim staring from time to time, that giant grin of his ever present.

The night had been a success and this was now your moment,the both of you walking down the pathway through the park, trekking towards thebus stop that would take you home. This was it. Now or never.

“Hey, Seokmin…”

He looked at you expectantly, warmly, while you slowed to astop with him facing you. “I, uh…I have…something…that I need to tell you,” youstammered, heart pounding relentlessly, cheeks flushing and palms nearlydrenched.

His brows furrowed now, his hands hovering over yourshoulders, as if preparing to catch you if you fainted, “What’s wrong, Y/N? Areyou feeling okay?”

“Y-Yeah, I’m fine. I mean…I-I will be if I can just…j-justget this out.” You took a deep, shaky breath, fiddling with your fingers andstaring at the concrete while Seokmin eyed you carefully, “I’vebeen…wanting…I’ve been wanting to tell you this…for a while…and now seems asgood a time as it’s going to get.”

Another deep, shaky breath and you forced yourself to lockeyes with him, “I like you, Seokmin. A lot. Alot a lot. I have for a while, now…and I was hoping, after tonight, wecould try to make it a little more official. Maybe go on another date?”

He stared at you, dumbstruck. You stared back, sweatingbullets, worrying your bottom lip. Your heart was beating out of control andyou felt like you were going to vomit from the anticipation. Then Seokminsmiled. It was small at first, then bigger, then bigger still until it wasfully, shining smile that you loved so much. It warmed you, comforted you, andyou were so sure that he was going toconfess back.

But then…he was laughing and you were confused.

“That was a good one, Y/N! You really had me going there!”he said between chuckles, his hand over his heart.

Your brow pinched together in confusion, “W-What?”

“You were so believable!” he said, “I almost fell for it,too! You having a crush on me? Oh, man. Did Soonyoung put you up to this? Youtwo are always playing tricks on me!”

What was happening? What is this? He thought this was ajoke? Your own heart was stuttering now, your mind panicking to try and makesense of this situation. How do you salvage it? What do you do?!

“Seokmin, no, I…I wasn’t joking…” He stopped laughing,stopped smiling, and stared at you. “I really do…like you.”

You both were quiet again, but the world was unbearablyloud. You could clearly hear the cars passing on the street, the electric buzzof the lamps that lit the pathway, the sounds of the evening bugs. Your earsfelt hot, but your fingers felt cold and your heart was pounding so hard you couldswear it was just as audible as the cars on the street.

There was still a chance. There was still hope…until therewasn’t.

“Oh…Y/N,” Seokmin sighed, frowning and rubbing the back ofhis head uncomfortably.

Oh no…

“I’m…I’m sorry, but…”

What have you done?

“I don’t feel the same way. I like someone else.”

Your heart came to a screeching halt and then dive-bombedright into your stomach. Your hands felt clammy in your own grip as you triedto keep yourself from falling apart.

“O-Oh,” you muttered, dropping your gaze to your feet, “I-Ijust thought that…maybe…I-I mean, you were always so…sweet to me. Always buyingmy lunch and encouraging me and going out of your way for me…and asking me togo see a movie with you…”

“We hadn’t gotten a chance to just hang out in a long timeand no one else wanted to watch this movie with me,” he explained, looking awayfrom you as well, “And of course I would do all of those other things for you.You’re one of my best friends! But I would never like you in that way. I mean,it’s you. Why would I like someone like you?”

The coldest of winds passed over you and you felt likecrumbling into nothing. That’s how you felt now, anyway…like nothing. Seokminseemed to realize how harsh his words sounded and started to panic.

“Oh, no, Y/N! I didn’t mean it like that!” He took a steptowards you, but you took two back. “Y/N, please. That was an asshole-thing forme to say and I’m sorry! I just meant that-”

You held a hand up and when you lifted your gaze, Seokmincould’ve sworn he had been hit in the gut by a train. The unshed tears in youreyes were things he never wanted to see, let alone be the reason for. The smilepainted on your lips looked painful and he wished he could turn back time tokeep this all from happening.

Regardless, you still continued to smile and took a deepbreath through your nose, “It’s okay…Seokmin. I understand. I’m not the one youlike and I looked at everything all wrong. It’s my fault for seeing things thatweren’t there.”

He had no words, watching you dab at the tears that escapedand streaked down your cheeks, attempting not to smudge your makeup. Youcomposed yourself as best you could, shaking your head.

“I think…I’m going to go home by myself,” you whispered,looking past him to avoid seeing the pitiful look he cast at you, “I can’t bearound you right now.”

“Y/N, please don’t be like this. I don’t want to lose myfriend.” He reached for you desperately when you walked past him, “I can’t letyou walk home by yourself!”

You avoided his touch and stopped just three steps ahead ofhim, “…You can and you will. Good night, Seokmin.”

And then you left, not once looking back for fear ofbreaking down. You weren’t exactly sure how you got back to your apartmentwithout breaking out into tears first, but when you arrived, you heard whatsounded like Miaka and Soonyoung having some kind of battle from all theshouting you heard on the other side of the door.

You closed your eyes. Soonyoung…you didn’t have the strengthto fake happiness in front of him right now, even though you knew how much hehated to see you sad.

With a deep sigh, and zombie-like movements, you walkedinside and closed the door. The sounds of Mario Kart met your ears followed bySoonyoung shouting about how Miaka could ‘eat his tail’; his character must beYoshi…he didn’t like Bowser very much. You slipped off your shoes and took offyour coat, wondering how fast you could walk to your room without alerting theother two that something was wrong.

“Hey, Y/N! You’re back!”

Oops…too late. You were already spotted.

Miaka put the game on pause and hopped up from her spot onsofa just as you shuffled into the living room, “So how was it?! Was itromantic? Everything you dreamed of? Did you-”

She stopped once she got a good look at you, her own heartdropping at the broken state you were in.

“Y/N…Y/N what happened?” she asked you, her face contorting intoworry just as Soonyoung rushed over to you as well.

You said nothing and it didn’t take long for Miaka to do themath, “You told him…and he didn’t…”

With slow movements and your body shaking with yourrepressed tears, you shook your head.

“Oh no…Y/N, I’m sorry,” Miaka sighed, but before she couldcomfort you, Soonyoung beat her to it.

He slid his hands onto your shoulders and made you face him,even as you refused to meet his eyes. The wall of tears built higher andhigher, you struggling to keep them at bay; it killed him inside to see youtrying so hard not to cry like this.

“Y/N…” he whispered, cupping your cheek, feeling youshaking, “I’m here…I’m right here.”

And that was all you needed, the tears pouring freely and Soonyounggathering you into his chest. He hated to see you cry, but tonight, he wasn’tgoing to try and force you to stop. For that, you were grateful…for Soonyoung,you were grateful. He wasn’t the man you wanted, but he was the man you neededright now.

You held him tighter and he never let go.

*~*~*~*

It was four whole months before you had the nerve to evenanswer any of Seokmin’s texts again. You went from being heartbroken to beingembarrassed and avoided the man like the bubonic plague. Unfortunately, thatalso meant avoiding your other friends as well since there was a chance thatyou could run into him at any outing they invited you to. Your only savinggrace, aside from Miaka, was Soonyoung. He had always been by your side, butever since the fiasco with Seokmin, he became more…constant, not that you werecomplaining.

In those four months, he named himself your officialcaregiver, making sure that you were eating well, resting well, and takingnecessary breaks from studying. He would clear his weekend evenings to be withyou or take you to hang out with other friends once it was confirmed thatSeokmin was not going to be anywhere near the vicinity. The both of you spentlong hours cuddling, still teasing one another, and going on little impromptu ‘dates’where Soonyoung wouldn’t let you pay for a single thing. He complimented youmore, texted you and called you, made it his life’s goal to always make surethat you were smiling and laughing. In those four months, he became more thanjust what you needed. He became what you wanted.

At the start of the fourth month, you were both officialafter a sweet, quiet, and red-cheeked confession from Soonyoung in the glow ofthe TV during one of your movie nights. Thinking about it now, a whole monthinto your new relationship, made you giddy and giggly, especially when youthought back on the kiss you shared that very same night: sweet and tender anda little bit playful, just like Soonyoung.

“Hey, princess.” A pair of warm arms encircled yourshoulders from behind, warmer lips pressing a kiss to your cheek.

You giggled and wrapped your fingers around Soonyoung’s arm,turning your head to kiss him in return, “Hey, Soonyoung. How was class?”

He started whining as he plopped down in the seat beside youat the kitchen table, “Long. And boring! I just wanted to be with my jagiya!You should switch classes so we can always be together!”

“It’s too late in the semester, Soonyoung.”

“You’re right, you’ve put too much work into your classes tochange them now, so I’ll change mine!”

“We’re not even in the same major.”

“I can learn!”

You giggled at his antics, Soonyoung puffing up proudly atthe pretty sound. He lived to see you this happy and giggly and loved the factthat it was because of him your eyes shined so bright. He reached over and tookyour hand, giving your fingers cute little kisses of affection. You just aboutmelted and begged him to stop making you blush.

“But you’re so cute when you’re embarrassed!” He pinched youcheeks and you made a face at him. “Anyway, what are you doing?”

“Studying,” you sighed, gazing down at the books and papersstrewn across the dining table.

Soonyoung hummed, “Did you have lunch already?”

You shook your head, absently reading through your notes. “Whenwas the last time you ate?” he asked.

You paused and stared at him blankly. After a few momentstoo long, you said, “I…I don’t remember.”

“Princess!” he exclaimed, looking horrified.

“I had to study!” you defended yourself.

“All of that studying won’t mean anything if you die fromstarvation!” he scolded you, standing up, “I’m ordering us food and you’retaking a break!”

“Alright, alright, fine,” you caved, watching him go intothe living room where you and Miaka left the take-out menus.

You smiled to yourself at how caring your boyfriend, yourthoughts interrupted by a ding on your cellphone. Checking the screen, yourheart lurched momentarily when you saw that you received a message fromSeokmin.

‘It’s been almost five months, Y/N. It’s time to get overit,’ you thought to yourself, opening the text.

‘Hi, Y/N. How are you?It’s been a long time since we’ve spoken to each other…I miss you.’

You took a deep breath, steadying your shaking hands as youreplied, ‘Hey, Seokmin. It has been awhile, huh? Sorry for avoiding you.’

‘No worries. Iunderstand. I was harsh to you that night and I’m sorry,” he responded.

A flashback to that night crossed your mind, his question ofwhy he would like someone like you ringing in your head…but not as clearly asit did a month ago. The sting of it had dulled itself, that you thankedSoonyoung for.

‘You weren’t thatharsh, Seokmin. It’s okay. Thank you for apologizing, though.’

He didn’t respond right away, but when another message camethrough, it was a bit of a surprise.

‘Can we meet up? Ineed to talk to you about something. I feel like you’ll be the only one tounderstand.’

What did that mean? You stared at the message for longerthan necessary, reading it over and over again. You knew this day wouldeventually come, where you would have to see Seokmin face to face. You imaginedit a little differently, though, where you would meet him by chance out on theUniversity grounds, probably in passing and you two would have an awkwardmoment of forced laughter and ‘how are you?’ questions before finally coming toterms that you were okay and ready to be friends again. What you never imaginedwas Seokmin asking to see you to talk about something very important, it lookedlike. That’s what swayed you in making your decision, but first…

“Soonyoung,” you called out, hearing your boyfriend shufflefrom the living room and back towards the dining table, one hand clutching atake-out menu and the other holding his phone to his ear.

He stared at you expectantly and you gestured for him tohang up the phone. “What’s up, Princess?” he asked, taking his previous seat.

“Seokmin just texted me,” you answered, earning a stare backin return as he waited, “…and I answered him this time.”

“Oh…how did that go? Are you guys okay?” he ventured, worrylines appearing on his forehead, which you instinctively reached out to smoothaway with your thumb.

“I think so. I mean, I’m pretty sure we are, but…he asked ifwe could meet up. I think he wants to talk to me about something important.”

Soonyoung blinked in surprise, but brushed it aside to studyyour expression. You didn’t look anxious or nervous. From that alone, he didn’tsee a reason to try and persuade you not to go. He placed a hand on yourshoulder, squeezing it gently as your eyes trained themselves on your phone.

“It has been four months, Y/N, and I know that he stillwants to be your friend. He always cared about you and still does. I think healso just wants to know that you’re okay and actually hear it from you thistime. He usually asks me.”

Soonyoung’s comforting gesture eased the butterflies in yourstomach and only solidified the decision you already made. “So…you’re okay if Igo to meet him?” you asked.

“Of course! We’re all still friends and you’re mind now, so I’mnot worried about anything,” he answered cheerfully, pinching your cheek.

You giggled and playfully swatted his hand away. He onlygrabbed yours and laced your fingers together, watching you carefully.

“Do you want me to come with you? For support?”

You didn’t even need to think about it, shaking your headconfidently, “No, I’ll be fine on my own. I think this is something we need todo by ourselves, anyway.”

With that, you picked your phone back up and texted himback, telling him that you would be happy to meet up with him. About 30 minuteslater –this must be really important whatever he needs to talk to you about-you were waiting for him outside the campus food court at one of the outdoortables. You sipped on a smoothie you had ordered, an extra one you bought forSeokmin sitting in front of you.

You weren’t going to lie and say that you weren’t nervous. Theapprehension was making fidgety, your leg bouncing up and down as you gnawed onthe end of your straw. A small part of you thought it was ridiculous now to bethis afraid. Like Soonyoung said, it had been four months! The night was over,the embarrassment was over, and you were over the whole thing.

“Y/N!”

You whipped around just in time to see Seokmin joggingtowards you, barely giving you time to stand up before he was throwing his armsaround you. Frozen, you allowed him to hug you, the man swaying you both backand forth as an involuntary chuckle filled your ears.

“Sorry, sorry. That was impulsive and I probably shouldn’thave hugged you so suddenly, but I’m really happy to see you,” he explainedonce he let you go.

“Oh, um…sure…no problem.” You gave a small smile and tookyour seat again, Seokmin doing the same on the other side. Remembering thesmoothie you bought for him, you picked up the cup and reached over to give itto him, “Here, I got this for you. It’s your favorite.”

His smile reached from ear to ear as he accepted it, “Thankyou! What do I owe you?”

“Nu uh,” you shook your head, playful smile touching yourlips, “This one’s on me. Think of it as a little payback for all the times youspotted me for food.”

He chuckled, but nodded his head, “Alright, then.”

Silence reined one more, the both of you trying to figureout what dynamic this was now. Some tension remained, but not nearly as much asyou thought there was going to be. You took the time to study him, just as hewas studying you. Your eyes roamed the planes of his face, searching for anydark circles or ghost-white pallor. You saw nothing, but the healthy Seokminyou always knew and found yourself hoping that he found happiness with the girlhe liked the way that you found happiness with Soonyoung.

“It really is good to see you, Y/N,” Seokmin stated,breaking the ice as the warmth from his smile matched the light in his eyes.

“I missed you, too, Seokmin. I avoided you for a long timeand I’m sorry about that…but I just didn’t know how to face you after thatnight,” you answered, gaze dropping to your smoothie cup.

“I understand,” he voiced lowly, fiddling with his straw, “Iwas worried, though…I thought I had lost you as a friend. That was the lastthing I wanted to happen and it killed me to think that it actually did. I…wasscared that you wouldn’t want to meet me today…or at all.”

You were astounded, your eyes transfixed on him. How wereyou supposed to respond to that? How did you want to respond to that? The answer came naturally.

“You were never in danger of losing me as a friend, Seokmin,”you said, voice filled with conviction.

It was his turn to stare at you incredulously, letting youcontinue, “I did, however, entertain the idea of not seeing you today. I wasn’tsure if I was ready, yet, but it sounded like you needed to talk to me aboutsomething important. Is everything alright?”

Here, he avoided your gaze, a nervous laugh bubbling up inhis throat. This had you curious, your head tilting to the side.

“Everything…kind of hurts.” And for the first time since youhad known him, Seokmin let his smile drop in front of you, hitting you with asadness that made your heart clench.

You sat up straighter, leaning forward with your eyes fixedon his face, “Seokmin, what happened?”

“What happened is…what I did to you that night, someone elsedid to me.” You were confused, Seokmin leaning back in his chair. “The girlthat I liked, she didn’t return my feelings. I thought we were hitting it offreally well. We spent a lot of time together, had a lot of fun…but when Iconfessed, she told me that she would never date someone like me and that shenever wanted to talk to me again.”

How familiar? You would never wish that kind ofembarrassment on anyone, not even the person who made you feel like that in thefirst place.

“Seokmin…I’m so sorry,” you said, reaching for his hand andholding it, “I’m really, really sorry.”

“It’s not your fault, Y/N.”

“I’m not saying it because it’s my fault. I’m saying itbecause you’re hurt.”

He smiled sadly at you and squeezed your hand, “After shetold me that, I couldn’t help but to start thinking if that’s how I made youfeel. Like I never wanted to see you again.”

Oh…that made sense and, if you were being honest withyourself, that had been a prominent thought the first few weeks following whathappened. You were so sure that he wouldn’t want to be around someone who hadmade things so uncomfortable between you two and that’s what fueled your needto avoid him at all costs.

“Truthfully, Seokmin, I did think that way for a littlewhile,” you said, releasing his hand to sit up again, “But, I guess I didn’thave much to worry about.”

“You didn’t have anything to worry about. You’re one of mybest friends. I was going to fight for you.”

You laughed, as did he, and this time, when things gotquiet, it wasn’t tense. It felt…serene. At last, after all these months, thefull weight of this situation finally fell from your shoulders. You and Seokminmade up, had closer. You breathed the deepest sigh of relief you’ve everreleased and felt relaxed.

“I’m glad to see you doing so well after all this time,”Seokmin added, pulling a silly little grin from you.

“I have Soonyoung to thank for that.”

“I’m glad about that, too! You make him really happy, Y/N.He’s been in love with you since the day he met you!”

“Okay, now you’re exaggerating,” you rolled your eyes.

Seokmin shook his head insistently, “No, it’s true! He toldme himself two days after he met you. He said that he met the girl he was goingto spend the rest of his life with, but as time went on and we all becamefriends, he got too scared to tell you because he didn’t want to ruin thefriendship he had with you.”

You stared dumbfounded at Seokmin, cheeks flushing and heartpitter-pattering against your chest. Suddenly, you released a loud, disappointedgroan, throwing yourself back against your chair. Seokmin blinked at you.

“What? What? What’s wrong?” he asked.

“Poor Soonyoung! I must’ve drove him crazy talking about mycrush on you all the time,” you groaned again, digging the heels of your palmsinto your eyes, “It was non-stop!”

“Wow, you really did like me,” he mused, making you glareflatly at him.

“I did. You have that kind of effect on people,” you replied,sitting up and sighing, “I’ll have to make it up to him.”

“I doubt he cares much at this point. He has you now! I’msure he feels all the torture was worth it.”

You giggled and nodded your head, looking at Seokmin andthen at your smoothie cup before lifting it up towards him, “Friends?”

He paused momentarily, grinning soon after and lifting uphis own cup, “Best friends?”

Your smile grew all the wider, “Best friends.”

You both laughed and took a sip of your smoothies, sealingthe deal. Now that the storm of your life had fully passed, you gave Seokmin anapologetic look.

“It was good seeing you again, Seokmin, but I should begoing. I promised Soonyoung I would get back to the apartment with enough timefor lunch and a movie before studying. Knowing him, he probably hid all of mybooks to make me keep my promise.”

“I don’t think he’s at the apartment,” he told you, catchingyou off guard.

“Huh? What do you mean? How do you know?”

“Because he’s trying to hide behind that tree over there.”

You processed his words a second too slow, but when youwhipped around to said tree he was pointing at, you found a very familiarfigure trying to duck behind the thin base. Your mouth dropped open and youstood up.

“Soonyoung!” you called.

He peeked out from behind the tree, donning a pair ofsunglasses and a hoodie in an attempt to look ‘inconspicuous’. Realizing hiscover had been blown, he pasted on the biggest, cheesiest grin and meanderedover to you.

“Hey, Princess! Seokmin!” he greeted, popping a kiss on yourcheek.

You narrowed your eyes at him, making him fidget, “Feelproud of yourself for spying on us?”

“Nooooo! Princess, don’t say it like that!” he whined,taking your hand in his, “I wasn’t spying on you. Okay, maybe I was a littlebit, but I just wanted to make sure that you were okay.”

“I told you I was going to be fine,” you reminded him.

“I know, but then I started thinking what if it didn’t endfine,” he explained, his gaze never leaving you, “I didn’t want you to have towalk back to your apartment alone and sad if the worst happened.”

Oh, how this man made your heart stutter. You couldn’t staycross with him, your expression falling into a smile as you cupped his cheekand gave him a soft kiss. He laughed childishly afterwards, embracing you rightafter. Once he let you go, with his arm slung over your shoulders, he looked betweenyou and Seokmin, eyes flashing with worry.

“So are you two okay now? Like, completely?” he asked,almost fearing the answer.

You and Seokmin looked at each other, similar smilesspreading across your faces; “Yup, we’re all good!” you answered.

“Best friends again,” Seokmin followed, the both of youstartling when Soonyoung released an excited shout.

“Oh, I’m so happy! I hated seeing you both so unhappybecause of each other!” he gushed, cuddling you into his chest, “Let’scelebrate with lunch! I’m starving! And you, missy, are supposed to be taking astudy break anyway.”

“Yeah, yeah. Come on, Seokmin, before he starts rushing us.”

Seokmin stood up beside you and before you could start yourway into the food court, he grabbed you in a hug and squeezed you gently. Thistime, you were a little more prepared and hugged him back.

“Thank you,” he whispered.

“No problem,” he whispered back.

When you pulled away from each other, and you looked at him,you no longer saw the man that you had the biggest crush on and experienced themost painful rejection from. You just saw Seokmin, your best friend. His smilestill made you warm, but didn’t cause butterflies. His laughter still made yougrin, but didn’t mesmerize you. His touch was still gentle, but you didn’tcrave it. Soonyoung was that man for you, now. Soonyoung was your happily everafter.

It took some time coming, but it got there and that’s whatreally mattered.

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