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kobb4ni2 · 9 months

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･｡ﾟ☆ 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐘 𝐒𝐎 𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆

-> [ |Part One.| Part Two ]

✧ .* pairing ─ Yandere Boa Hancock.

✧ .* gender/pronouns ─ Female and She/Her

☆ .* note ─ YIPPIEEE I'm done with Boa hancock backstory and her relationship with Y/N for the Yandere Warlord series! I wanna make a build up first so I can make a connection and relationship with the charcters to Y/N bc being too rushed isn't my style tbh. Anyways I hope yall like this! Jinbie is next! BTW If your going going use the banner outside if Tumblr please credit me! Thank you and have fun reading!!

☆ .* TRIGGER WARNING ─ Celestial Dragons, Sl*v*ry, Implied SA, Kidnapping, Child Abuse and Spoilers for Boa's backstory

┈➤ Synopsis: Being a Warlord is a hefty job or title. Many fear you or look down on you. You may be looked down on as a Government Dog to other pirates but yet being feared and respected by your infamous reputation and the strength you had acquired.

There are many rules of being a Warlord that are implied to even normal pirates, one of them is to devote yourself to your captain or your goal when you're traveling in the seas.

It's just too dangerous to fall in love, especially on the high sea, yet that didn't stop your fellow Warlord from being intrigued by you. And are willing to do what it takes to take you, you were theirs in the first place eversince they laid their eyes on you.

As a mermaid, it was hard being on land especially when you were forcefully dragged by pirates who wanted to sell you for a high price. You remember the scream of your fellow species - the Fishman- fighting the pirates just for you to let go of yourself. You remember your crying for help and the screams of your relatives and your friends. It was truly a havoc in your hometown.

Your crying was canceled out of the tank they put you in when you were captured. You were thirteen that time when you were at your worst. And when you arrived at a human auction and when a white-suited, snobby-looking, human yelled his prize you knew that hell was going to begin. That man was a celestial dragon, one of the worst people that shouldn't ever exist in the first place.

You've heard their names no matter where you go. Those egotistical, vacuous assholes always cause fear, especially your kind, you heard stories and wished desperately that you'll never even meet them, yet the universe is truly cruel to you. And when you saw them bid for you and win was when your world collapsed...

There are no words to tell your experience being a slave to the celestial dragon. Being used in other ways, ways that you don't want to do, ways they violate you, they treat you like something to be replaced with and don't care about. But even in this hellhole, there was someone you connected with in the filthy cell they put you in. Her name was Boa Hancock she was twelve at that time and was the eldest of the three sisters. You don't know how you connected maybe it was the connection of the misery of being a slave or what but the four of you manage to have such friendship even in those years of torture

Boa was tired. Tired of being a slave. Tired of getting beaten, Tired of not being able to escape the neverending hopelessness. Tired of hearing her sisters scream for help every time they were near. It was another night of being a slave, every second felt like an hour whenever she was with the celestial dragons she couldn't take it any more, even if she was in the locked up jail she felt no peace yet... you came to her sight when you decided to help them.

Sandersonia was having a breakdown since she was last "needed" by one of the celestial dragons, Sandersonia was crying hysterically ever since, Boa and Marigold have been trying to calm her down, even though both were tired they will help and protect each other. Because the only person who could relate to each other. As minutes flew by, someone came and open the gate which caused the girls to be immediately quiet, they saw one of the guards throw in the young slave like one of the girls, if Boa was correct she was a new slave to the same master, but she was different, the slave in front of her was a mermaid an (F/C) tailed mermaid, she was covered in bruises and cuts, but she was also badly injured in her arm.

"This one is new, the master told us to put her in the same jail as you slaves because you guys are the master's favorite slaves."

And with that, the guard was off before locking the cell. The sisters looked at the injured mermaid, the sisters were too scared to move so they didn't do anything. The mermaid then started to move towards the nearest wall to lean in.

Boa heard a small sniffle and turned her head to see the (F/C) coloured mermaid was silently weeping. The mermaid then raised her head and noticed the three sisters. She then looked down and quickly wiped away the tears and did something unexpected she. . . smiled at the sisters and then waved at them even with there were dried tears on her face.

If Boa knew at that time what kind of impact you've had on her, she won't change it. No. No, she won't. She will rather relive that time when she first saw you even if she had to endure all the torture just to experience that moment again.

Sweet sugar candies. Was the now Empress of the Sea or another the current Empress of the Amazon Lily was holding. The gorgeous woman alive sat on her throne as she nibbled on some handful of sugar candies that were originally made for children. In normal circumstances Boa would never eat this kind of sweets, she has a mountain of piles of gifts given to her every day by her admirers but for some odd reason, Boa would send her sister Sandersonia or Marigold to import those specific kinds of sweets. She buys those sweets to be reminded of that fateful day. The day when you showed her that there's always hope even in the cruelest time of your life.

The empress then began to smile remembering you. Before the empress even begins trying to reminisce about you she suddenly stopped herself.

She wants to keep on remembering you but if she does she'll unlock bad memories of what happened.

She keeps you close to her heart even after these years because of how much she and her sister owe their life to you. You ways sacrifice yourself like how you always defend the sister, you may have tails but in her eyes, you always stand and protect her and even take her and her sister's place whenever the celestial dragons wanted some "fun" with them.

Your sacrificial attitude knows no bounds and you gave a prime example to her during that one fateful day.

That one fateful day when you sacrificed yourself for her and her sisters to leave the hell hole named "Mary Geoise" during the mass breakout.

The last time she saw you turning back and smiling at them while you immediately disappeared in front of their eyes as the fire swallowed you whole.

#warlord x reader #yandere warlord #yandere one piece #yandere one piece x reader #boa hancock #boa hancock x reader #yandere boa hancock #x reader #yandere #yandere x reader #one piece #one piece x reader #yandere op #i made the banner lolz!!

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gretagerwigsmuse · 2 years

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Ok I sent you that jealousy ask with a horny intent…but what you delivered was honestly better (and still kind of made me horny). I love dad Bradley and coach Bradley so much. The fluff was sooo good.

….And it got me thinking about their son’s conception (Bradley definitely has a pregnancy/breeding kink)

Thanks for writing!! We don’t deserve you!!

ahhh coach bradshaw! loved writing them like this, especially since they don't quite lose their spark even as parents. i maintain the fact that they would be fucking terrifying on the pta

and i am good for nothing if not subverting expectations, so yes! let's delve into the bradley x smart aleck breeding kink dynamic and gilbert henry bradshaw y/l/n's entry into the world...with a twist

warning: breeding kink, smut, child birth?? language

"Oh my GODDDD," you shrieked.

Shrieked - there was no other way to describe it. Your voice positively echoed through the maternity ward, bouncing off the linoleum floor and scaring doctors, nurses, and future grandparents alike.

It was hour thirteen - no, fourteen? - of labor and Bradley felt like his hand was about to break from the vice grip you had it in at the moment. All things considered, though, it was probably the least he could do.

The ice chips hadn't helped. Ditto with the quick walks around the room and all the back and shoulder rubs. He even offered to rub your feet despite feet freaking him out. The only other thing he'd ever heard of helping labor was sex and that didn't seem like the best idea at the moment. So, nothing - nothing helped.

"I know I will love him when he's here and all that mushy maternal bullshit, but right now I just fucking want this kid OUT OF ME!"

Your dad and step-mom chose that moment to poke their heads into your private room. "How's it going, sweetie?"

"Do you hear a baby crying yet, dad?" you snapped.

He had the decency to look apologetic and Bradley shot him a quick smile. "Sorry, we just figured we'd drop by again. Guess we'll be in the lobby with Pete, let us know if you need anything."

"Okay..." you said, way less harshly. Your dad just waved you off. "And now my dad hates me!" you wailed.

Bradley gave you a quick kiss on the head. "He doesn't hate you, sweetheart. You're going through a lot at the moment, he's just worried."

You let out a deep breath, then sucked in another, working through your latest contraction. They were just about three minutes apart and you were dilated about seven centimeters last time the nurse checked.

"My back is killing me, bubs..."

"Oh, here." Bradley rubbed your back, wishing he could do more. "The nurse said it shouldn't be too long now, alright?"

This was the transition phase, or so the book had said. You cried out during a particularly difficult contraction and flopped back against the rumpled and sweaty pillows once it was over.

"We are never doing this again, so help me god, Bradley - this is all your fault!" you grumbled.

Even amidst the circumstances - read his son's imminent birth - Bradley couldn't help but scoff. "My fault?"

You nodded, a weary expression on your face as he handed you some water. "You're the one who's always desperate to cum inside me like some fucking fourteen year old in his dad's Playboy."

"Hold up, hold up. Nah, sweetheart - you're always the one saying fuck me, Bradley. Come inside me, Bradley. Put a baby in me, Bradley -"

"- I'm being facetious!!"

He sputtered, "Facetious, sure, sure - I wanna make you a daddy, Bradley? Ring any bells?" That one normally sent him over the edge. He was one hundred percent sure he could pin down Gil's conception to the third night of your wedding anniversary trip to the Maldives...

"...Please, Bradley," you moaned in his ear, "I wanna make you a daddy."

His fingers dug into your hips, barely giving your body a moment to settle on his cock before driving it back into you. You felt so glorious around him - so pretty, so wet, so fucking tight.

"Come on sweetheart, keep talking. Let everyone here know how much of a slut you are for daddy's cock."

You took a hand off his shoulder to play with your tits and arched your back. "Ohhhh god, don't you wanna see me get all big and full when I'm bouncing on your cock? Have everybody know you made me look like this? So fucking full of your cum?"

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. That did it. Bradley cried out your name and slammed his cock into you one final time, getting lost in the ecstasy of your cunt pulsing around him. He spilled into you, filling you to the brim.

"Thi - think that'll do it? Think that'll make me a daddy?"

You came with a cry at his words, no doubt waking up the Garcias in the villa next door. Bradley couldn't wait to see them at breakfast in the morning. 'Yeah my wife was the one keeping the resort up last night, asshole.'

Your body sagged against his and you pressed lazy kisses along his shoulder and neck. "Bra-Bradley, Bradley. Love you, Bradley, so much, bubs, so good..."

"Shhh, shhh, sweetheart. There's my good girl, took me so well. Just sit here for a bit, yeah? Don't wanna waste a drop of that cum you begged for so much. Gotta make sure everyone knows you're mine..."

...Current you shot him a look, trying to appear intimidating. But the hair plastered to your forehead with sweat and the partially unbuttoned johnny didn't really help your case. "I don't sound like that!"

"You do! And you say shit like that, too! But I love it, it's hot as fuck." This probably wasn't the place - or the time - to discuss both of your respective kinks, but that didn't stop either of you - until...

"Do not - oh, oh, shit..."

Bradley grabbed your hand. "What is it? This one feel different?" You nodded. "Let me call for the doctor, okay?"

He sat up to leave your bedside, but was stopped by your hand pulling at his pant leg. "Bra-Bradley?"

"Yeah?" He stopped.

"I love you," you said before letting out a deep breath.

He gave you a quick kiss on the forehead. "I love you, too, sweetheart. Now let me go get the doctor so we can have this kid, alright?"

Twenty minutes later, Gilbert Mitchell Bradshaw was born.

And despite your earlier protestations, Margaret Amelia Bradshaw was born six years later.

#bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley rooster bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw #bradley and smart aleck #top gun #asks #they go to the st regis maldives for their anniversary if you're wondering #just to give a visual you know??? 👀👀#bradley bradshaw full on dilf after doing the age break down on these kids ie. 40 and 46 respectively...#i gave gil a fucking stupid name that i'm oddly attached to now so figured any future ones should be relatively normal #writing #bradley fic

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elliot0091 · 1 year

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Burverse - Prolouge

Summary: End of DSMP, basically just angst this chapter.

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"Tommy," Revivedbur started, "I'm going home."

"You can't leave me here!" Tommy cried

"I have to. It's not safe. Not when I'm here."

"Please, Wilbur! What happened to us? We're brothers, we stick together!!" Tommy sobbed

"Stop it, I will cry." Revivedbur said calmly, trying to cheer him up.

"Please Wil! Wilby!! Please don't leave me here!!" Tommy was getting desperate, whining as Revivebur crafted a boat.

"Tommy." Revivebur set the boat in the water. "Tommy can I tell you a story?"

"Of course Wil." Tommy said, and sat down next to him.

Anything to make him stay longer.

"Well, I was born, and raised, in Utah." He began.

"Utah?" Tommy asked.

"Utah." He answered, "It's a place in America." He continued on, "Tommy I have been in Utah all my life-"

"Except for the ten years in Dreamsmp and sixteen years in limbo." Tommy interrupted.

"Thirteen and a half, and okay, I see your point. I lived my childhood in Utah."

Tommy listened, and began to calm down.

"And one day, in this very spot, I sailed here. Here to the DreamSMP."

Tommy let out a small "Really?" before Revivebur nodded and continued on.

"Before that,"

"Before that?" Tommy questioned.

"Before that, I worked at a gas station."

"A fucken gas station?" Tommy laughed

"I was your normal everyday guy before I became president. I remember it as if it were yesterday." He stated.

"So what? You were an American who worked at a gas station?" Tommy scoffed

"Yep," he said, rather plainly.

"So why do you want to go back?" Tommy asked.

"Because I'm normal there." He answered.

"What? With your rotting patches of skin and stitches?" Tommy poked fun. Despite the sarcasm in Tommy's voice, Revivebur chuckled.

"Tommy, we could go on all day, but I'm sick." He said.

"Sick?" Tommy asked.

"I'm homesick Tommy. I miss my friends, I miss my friends, and the so called 'freedom' I had. And while I'll miss you, and Q, and god especially Phil," he explained, "I miss my home, I long for it." Tommy had started to cry again, and he joined in this time.

"But Wil-" He was cut off.

"Tommy, please don't argue." He said weakly as he stood up. "I promise I'll miss you."

Tommy stood up as well, clinging to him. "Wil please! Please don't go!" He sobbed.

Revivedbur hugged him for a moment before letting him go, getting in his boat. "Tommy, I've got to go. You're grown now, and even still you've got Tubbo and Phil." He didn't dare mention Ranboo.

As much as Tommy wanted to scream, to argue and shout and kick and hit, he knew he shouldn't. He wanted to scream and cry about how it wasn't about his friends, it was about his brother. The one he had just got back, but instead, he gave in.

"Okay." He said, defeated. "I'll miss you Wil."

"I'll miss you too Toms." He smiled, which only made Tommy sob harder.

And with that, he took sail. After going so far, he stopped. He looked up at the sky and shouted. "Oh! I see it! I see the light! I'm home! Tommy I'm going home!"

Tommy didn't question why he stopped. He didn't reply. He stood there and watched as the light began to consume his brother.

"I love you like a brother Toms!" Was his farewell message.

That's when he said it. He admitted it and Tommy was too sad to brag about it. He never would.

He fell to the ground.

It was over. He was gone.

Tommy layed down on his side, curled in on himself, and thought.

Why did he get to leave? Why did he leave after he had just gotten back? Where did he go? Why didn't he take Tom with him? Why did he have to leave, when he was the only brother Tom had left? Why couldn't he just stay with his family. Not his fucken Utah family.

Now he wish he did kick, and scream, and push and shove, and argue. He wished he fought Wilbur for his brother back.

But he didn't. He didn't and now he lost him. He was gone.

He was gone and there was nothing he could do

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THAT TOOK ME FIFTY ONE MINUTES TO WRITE AND IT WASN'T EVEN THAT WELL WRITTEN?? UGH.

Anyways, I'll probably publish a second chapter tomorrow.

#revivebur #dsmp revivedbur #tommyinnit #dsmp tommy #why is this so sad #im crying #burverse

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haven-raven012591 · 4 years

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Hwa Yong Yeon Hwa

(The Most Beautiful Moment in Life!)

Pairing: Yoongi X Evin

Warning: None just Fluff

It was a known fact he just didn't do romance. It wasn't his thing. He showed her he loved her in actions not words or gifts and for her that was perfect. "I want to do something for her, I feel like she's been handling everything and I can't take it." Yoongi said. "What do you want to do, Hyung?" Jimin asked as he sat up. "I don't know." Yoongi whispered. Just then the practice room doors opened and in walked Evin. She was followed by a few of the staff as she told them where to set up the table.

"Thank you." Evin bowed. She'd learned how to speak a little korean and also how to show respect. They left and shut the doors. "Hey guys dinners here." Evin called as she sat the table for them. Jimin sprang up and ran over hugging her. "Nonna this smells so good." Jimin praised. "I just ordered everyone's favorites, Jiminie." Evin said. He counted the plates and froze. "Thirteen." Taehyung said. "Yeah the girls are coming." Evin giggled. "But there's fourteen of us now." Jin pointed out.

"I can't stay I have to go back to the office." Evin said. The girls came in and found their guys and Evin ducked out. "Nabi." Yoongi called running to her. As she turned her grey streak caught the light and sparkled. "Yoongi-ah, I thought you were in the studio that's why I didn't bother you." Evin explained. "It's ok Evin, what's going on?" Yoongi asked. Her stomach still did flip flops when he said her name. "Just work stuff." Evin said. "Do you need my help?" Yoongi questioned.

It really wasn't him asking if she needed his help but if she needed him. She'd always need him that was the way her life was now. "Yoongi-ah, you're so busy now it's ok I can handle it." Evin said. Her eyes were darker and they looked so tired. He knew she was tired he could feel it come off her in waves. "You need to eat and get some sleep come back inside." Yoongi tempted. "I can't baby my boss is waiting for me." Evin said. He hated that she was the strong, I can handle it all on my own kinda girl but then again he loved her for it.

He pulled her close and kissed her tenderly as he held her head between his hands. "I love you, Evin." Yoongi whispered. She looked up into those beautiful deep pools and a tear ran down her cheek. "I love you too, Yoongi-ah." Evin whispered back. He brushed away her tear and held her against his chest. Her head landed right on his heart and he mentally groaned. "Nabi, please eat with us." Yoongi whispered. She looked up and caressed his cheek. "Goodbye Yoongi-ah, I'll call when I can." Evin said.

She kissed his cheek and nose. As her hand slid from his it felt as though she was leaving for good. He went in and sat down eating and laughing with the rest of them. Evin got home and looked at her watch. "I'm sorry Yoongi." Evin whispered as she changed. She crashed hard that night, then things got crazier than normal. Time and Time again he tried to call her and text her. The girls tried and failed the other guys did too. She'd been gone for weeks and the only thing left was to go find her. So he did.

When she answered the door she froze. "Yoongi-ah!" Evin gasped. She looked worn out. Her hair was up and she had dark circles under her eyes. Her eyes themselves looked older than when she left if that was possible. He licked his lips. "You have to go." Evin said. "No!" Yoongi said. "I don't want or need you here Yoongi!" Evin snapped. She shut the door and locked it. A knock came on her door again so she opened it. "I love you, now what's going on?" Yoongi asked. She told him everything as he held her tightly.

"Nabi, shuttling us out, shutting me out isn't the answer." Yoongi said. "Yoongi-ah." Evin said. She hugged him tightly. He held her closer than ever and let her cry it out. She looked at him and he kissed her passionately. "Can you stay?" Evin asked against his lips. "You think you can keep me from staying?" Yoongi teased. She kissed him long and slow. "I've missed you like mad." Yoongi sighed. "I'm sorry I know you have." Evin apologized. He pulled her close and kissed her heatedly. She gripped his shirt and he picked her up sitting on the couch so she could wrap around him fully.

His hands roamed over her and his lips found her neck. "Naughty girl my mark is gone." Yoongi purred in her ear. "I've been away from my love too long." Evin panted. He bit her hard and she grabbed his bicep and hair as her back arched. "Deeper." Evin begged. He pulled back and smirked. "Promise me something." Yoongi said.

She saw the emotions in his eyes swirling like nighttime ocean water deep and black. "Anything." Evin said. "Let me keep you." Yoongi said. She grabbed his shoulders and looked at him. He saw all the tension leave her body and tears ran down her cheeks. "No I didn't want you to cry." Yoongi said. "How long do you want me for?" Evin breathed. "Nabi, I want you for always." Yoongi said. "Yoongi-ah are you asking me to marry you?" Evin asked softly. She wasn't believing this her mind was gone, sweeped away to god only knew where.

"Yes." Yoongi asked. "That's my line." Evin giggled. His lips attached to hers in this truly wild kiss. "Yes, Min Yoongi nothing would make me happier." Evin gasped between kisses. He held her tightly and she closed her eyes. "You're safe now, Evin and I promise you'll always be safe." Yoongi whispered against her hair. She looked into his eyes as hers brimmed with tears. "Please don't cry I didn't mean to make you cry." Yoongi apologized. "Yoongi-ah all I've ever wanted was to be like this, safe in your arms." Evin whispered.

He brushed away her tears and she took his hand kissing his palm. It was then he realized that she was his Hwa Yong Yeon Hwa. As she ran her finger tips over the veins in his hand he started smiling. "I know what you are now." Yoongi whispered as he kissed behind her ear. She shivered and turned her head. Their lips met and he brought his hand up to her face, cradling her cheek. His lips moved against hers softly at first then hungrily. She gasped as he turned her making her straddle him. "Yoon...Yoongi....mmm." Evin mumbled.

He licked at her lips as his tongue thrust into her mouth. She grabbed his shirt and then his hair as he pulled her chest flush with his. When he pulled back she sighed. "You're my Hwa Yong Yeon Hwa, Nabi, my Evin!" Yoongi breathed. She sat there her hands over her mouth. "No Yoongi I can't be." Evin said. He lovingly smiled at her. The warmth she felt from him was like a fire. Not built to consume like when they made love. No this fire was from his heart and it made him glow from the inside out. It turned his skin from pale to low bronze and he never looked happier.

Maybe she was his most beautiful moment in life. "I thought that was something and not someone." Evin whispered. He played with strands of her sliver streak. "It can be anything or anyone, but you're mine!" Yoongi said. She kissed him heatedly as her hands explored him just as his explored her. He laid her down and her back arched as she felt him against her. He smirked and she gasped gripping his shirt. "Yoongi, you're my Hwa Yong Yeon Hwa too!" Evin said. He laid on her chest his head tucked into the hollow of her neck.

"Shouldn't I be laying on you?" Evin giggled. He looked up at her and she giggled again. "Yes!" Yoongi said. He got up and picked her up. She put her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek. "You have comfy clothes here if you wanna change because I am, and I'm off for a whole week." Evin said. He laid her down on the bed and turned on the light sitting next to her. "I have a request then." Yoongi said. "Anything baby." Evin said as she sat up. He cradled her cheek and she closed her eyes. "Stay with me for the next week." Yoongi said.

"Yoongi-ah are you sure?" Evin asked. "Yes." Yoongi said. "Then I'll pack a bag." Evin said. He kissed her softly. After she packed and put her puppy in his away crate they left. "I'm sure the guys won't mind another two people around." Yoongi said. She took his hand and kissed it. "I love you." Evin said. "I love you more." Yoongi said. They settled her in and she laid with him on her bed as her puppy and Holly curled up at their feet. "Thank you for my week vacation!" Evin said as she drifted off. "Thank you for being my everything." Yoongi whispered to her temple.

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vertigoseokjin · 5 years

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Make it Right

Sweet Pea x Reader

Requested: Hello, i saw that you wanted to write something and i did love to send a request. I would love something with Sweet pea, where you were friends when you were kids but grew apart. One day in school something ( anything really) making them confused their feelings for each other. I hope that makes sense❤️😊 @moaandersson63

“I could make it better I could hold you tighter 그 먼 길 위에서 Oh you’re the light”

Make It Right - BTS

Toni Topaz and Y/n Y/l/n lay on different parts of Toni's bed. Things haven't been normal in Riverdale in a long while, but the best friends always find comfort in their weekly sleepovers. This week, the topic of their conversation is the dreaded Junior Prom, just like it's been for the last week.

"Toni we haven't really talked in years." You grumble. "I can't go to a dance with him." You repeat for what feels like the hundredth time.

It wasn't that you hated Sweet Pea, it was the exact opposite actually. You two were inseparable growing up, but both of you went through an awkward phase growing up where a few too many people commented on the nature of their friendship. Apparently as thirteen year olds, girls and boys couldn't be best friends like they were.

Yes, it was a very stupid reason to lose a best friend, but at this point too many years have passed to restore the closeness they shared as children.

But it's fine. Friends drift all the time, right?

"Prom is the perfect time to reconnect!" Toni gushes. "I can make you look irresistible. He'll fall for you right away!" The pink haired girl bounces in her seat.

"He doesn't need to fall for me. There's probably a reason why we're not even friends anymore." You pull the blanket over your reddening cheeks and groan in frustration. "Besides, he's definitely going with someone else."

"Who would Sweet Pea take to a dance other than you?" Toni yanks the blanket off your face, forcing you to look and listen. "You have to shoot your shot! We're gonna be seniors soon, you don't want to graduate with any regrets. You don't have to prompose, just a little 'Hey! Take me to this dance!' There's no reason he'd say no." The certainty in Toni's voice and facial expressions easily sways you, but the thought of asking your ex best friend to prom sends chills down your spine.

"Look, I'll think about it, okay?" I still don't think anything will come out of it, but I'll definitely think about it." You pause for a little to think about the circumstances. "But it wouldn't hurt to get dressed up for a night, right?" You were never one to get dressed up for a normal day at school, but the thought of putting on a pretty dress and makeup for one night didn't seem like the worst thing in the world to you.

"Of course not! I promise, it'll be fun. Even if you don't go with Sweet Pea, we could go as friends."

"You're going with Cheryl." You feel the need to remind her.

"Of course I'm going with Cheryl, but she wouldn't mind sharing for one night. Especially for you." Meeting Toni was a blessing for you. There has never been anyone that caring for you in your life, that you could remember.

Maybe Sweet Pea, but you're still convinced that chapter of your life was over.

Unable to contain your appreciation for Toni, you tackle her in a hug before both of you collapse in a fit of laughter.

The night with Toni was enough to get your mind off him, even if it was just for the night.

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The next day at school, you finally convinced yourself to buy two tickets for you and him. With shaking hands, you handed them $150 (which is a ridiculous amount of money for a school dance) and walked away with the two pieces of paper that felt as if they weighed 100 pounds each. You shake your head to clear your thoughts before making your way into the cafeteria. Spotting Fangs at your usual table, you throw your bag down and take your seat next to him.

"Toni's not coming?"

"A 'hey Fangs, how are you!' would be nice for once." He ruffles your hair to accompany his remark. "But no, she stopped by to tell us she's eating with Cheryl today. If you weren't late, you wouldn't have missed it. Where were you?" He acts with a joking accusatory tone.

"I just bought two tickets. For the dance." You say nervously to Fangs, presenting them on the lunch table to him.

"Two? Y/n, I'm flattered, but Keller already asked me."

"Not for you, idiot." You scold him. "Toni convinced me to ask Sweet Pea." Telling your plan to anyone other than Toni scares you even more, it makes the situation more real.

"Shit, seriously? Good for you y/l/n! Making moves!" He playfully shoves you, and you immediately respond with an annoyed whine followed by a punch to his arm. "You need to work on your punch." He teases again, despite his arm already throbbing in pain. "Anyway, when are you going to ask him?"

"I was thinking today? At lunch, whenever he comes. I just want to get it over with. Worst case scenario he says no, then I don't go to the dance. No biggie." You make it seem as if asking your long term crush to prom wasn't the only thing on your mind for the last week.

"And you'll be out $150 for those overpriced tickets. You don't have to worry about that though," he quickly adds, "he's going to say yes. Why wouldn-"

"Fangs, no offense, but I've been hearing this nonstop from Toni for the last week. I get it, he won't say no." Even if you can't stop telling yourself he wouldn't go to the school dance with you.

"Jeez, sorry!" Fangs apologizes, voice dripping with sarcasm. You laugh in response and rest your head on his shoulder.

"Did you and Keller get tickets yet?" You ask, wanting to quickly change the subject.

"Nah, I'll probably text him tonight to figure it out. It's not-"

"Break it up, lovebirds, we're in public." A deep voice suddenly interrupts their conversation. You jump away from Fangs in shock of the sudden appearance of another person. Slowly turning around, you make eye contact with the cause of your conflicts for the past week. The sudden eye contact causes your cheeks to burn red. You quickly move the tickets off the table on to your lap.

"We were just talking about the dance." You manage to finally choke out.

"The dance? What about it?" He seats himself across from you and Fangs, looking very disinterested in your conversation. You're ready to back out, but Fangs encouraging hand on your back gives you all the courage you need for the next five seconds.

"Are you going?" Fangs initiates the asking for you. Unfortunately, he just gets a shrug as a response while he starts pulling out his lunch.

"Sweet Pea?" He pauses rummaging through his bag to look up at you.

"Why do you look like you're going to puke?" Is all he says in response. You don't feel it, but you're sure Fangs kicked him under the table.

"Nervous, I guess." You mumble.

"For what?" Now or never.

"Would you want to go to the dance with me?" You clutch the tickets in your shaking hands as Fangs watches anxiously.

However, none of you expected him to burst out laughing.

"Are you serious y/l/n? To the dance? You and me?" He's laughing so hard that it shakes the table. "Shit I'll take you out to Pop's if you're still that hung up over me, but you and me at a school dance?"

"Dude..." Fangs says in shock, wanting to scold him.

He was right. You do feel like you're about to puke. You force out a little fake laugh before grabbing your bag.

"No, I just wanted to see your reaction." You keep laughing through your words to avoid bursting out in tears. "I forgot I had to talk to a teacher, see you guys!" You hurry away from the table and rush to the nearest bathroom. There wasn't an immediate urge to cry, but the humiliation of ever facing Sweet Pea or even Fangs again brings up the urge to puke again.

You kind of expected him to say no, so this shouldn't be so shocking.

After taking a few deep breaths to collect yourself, you step out of the bathroom, almost crashing into Fangs.

"Y/n! Are you okay? Do you want me to get Toni?"

"Fangs, don't worry about it." The emotionless expression of your face kind of scares him. "Like I said, no biggie, right?" The bell ringing interrupts your conversation. "I'll see you later Fangs, but seriously, everything's good. Thanks for being there for me." You hurry away from him, wanting a place to just put your head down for a little.

The rest of the day goes by quickly, so you rush to leave Riverdale High before you're forced to interact with anyone. You hop on your motorcycle and speed home as fast as you can.

You collapse on your bed as soon as you enter your home, wanting to sleep the day away, before you remember the mountain of homework you still have.

A furious groan leaves you before you empty the contents of your bag on your desk, and get started.

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Nearing eight at night, a loud banging outside your door forces your attention away from your assignments. You peek out the window to make sure whoever is outside is safe, and all you see is Sweet Pea, almost looking like a child who was just scolded.

You sigh deeply, preparing yourself for this conversation, before opening the door.

"Hey, y/l/n. Can we talk?" He stands nervously outside your door, hands deep in his pocket.

"What about?" You're leaning against the door frame, not wanting to let him in.

"...about what happened?"

"Nothing happened, Pea. Don't worry about it. Was that all?" He spends a few seconds just staring at you. "Sweet Pea, I have some homework to finish up. If you have nothing else to say then-"

"No I do! Just listen! About the dance, Fangs said you already bought tickets? For both of us?" He asks, a little scared of your response.

"Yeah, I did. It doesn't really matter. I gave them to Keller." Sweet Pea isn't used to you talking this coldly to him. Yes, you haven't been the closest friends for a while, and you do naturally have a icy tone of voice, but you've never necessarily sounded bored while talking to him.

"Is he paying you back?"

"Sweet Pea, I really don't care. It doesn't matter. If you're here because Toni or Fangs forced you too or you just feel bad, really don't worry about it. I'm over it." Another awkward silence washes over them as he isn't too sure how to respond at this point.

"Can I explain myself? Just give me five minutes-"

"You don't have to explain yourself. You don't need to go to a stupid dance with me. You know I don't even like dances, I just wanted to try something new." He notices your tone softened a little, but he still feels the need to explain.

"Y/n, I didn't say no because I don't like you."

"You didn't say no. You laughed in my face for three minutes till Fangs told you to cut it out."

"Right, that. But I didn't do that because I don't like you!" It's your turn to be at a loss for words. "Look, y/n, you know I'm not good at feelings or talking, but I'm really sorry. Even if we drifted for the last couple years, you've always been my closest friend. I never stopped caring about you." He steps closer to you, making you put your head down to avoid looking at him. "I'm sorry for laughing. Asking me to a dance took a lot of balls."

He stops to take your face in his hands, forcing eye contact, "I didn't laugh because going to a dance with you was unappealing. I said no because dances are unappealing. I thought we both thought that. And if you still want to go, hell I have no problem buying us tickets and renting a suit I know I'm only going to wear for the night, I'll even buy those stupid flowers, I'll do all that shit for you. But, we don't need a dance." The look of confusion on your face urges him to continue. "I mean, we can do all that shit without an occasion. Even if you just want to dress up and go to Pop's, I'm down." Tears brim your eyes, but you're not too sure why. "Was it something I said? Why're you crying, dummy." His teasing just feels so normal. You go to wipe them away, but he beats you to it. "Are you going to say something or am I going to stand outside looking like an-"

In a short burst of courage, you cut him off with a kiss. He steps back in shock, but doesn't take too long to respond. He fully wraps his arms around you, and it feels safe. You both walk backwards, lips never disconnecting. Sweet Pea roughly kicks the door shut before you two collapse on the couch. He leans on his elbows on top of you and he can't stop the stupid smile that spreads across his face from staring at you.

"Does this mean I'm forgiven?" He jokingly asks.

"Maybe." You tease back, pressing another kiss to his lips. "Take me out to Pop's then we'll see."

"I can do that." He smartly responds. Sweet Pea rolls off you, but still keeps his arms wrapped around you.

"And you were right."

"I'm always right, but what specifically?" You lightly punch him on the shoulder before laughing at his response.

"We don't need a dance." He stares at you lovingly before pulling you even closer. "I think we still have a lot to talk about," you pause for a second to see if he'll object, which he doesn't, "but I'm happy like this."

"Me too." He responds sweetly.

You spent the night catching up on the last four years of your lives, wrapped up in each others arms, with stupid jokes and sweet kisses.

Neither of you needed a dance to feel the love that night.

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