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nicki0kaye · 1 year
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Thoughts on wtf is going on with Zeb;
Didn’t he retire? 
yeah, like. Five years ago. To spend his days with Kallus who is a fucking workaholic. Have you met ‘retired’ workaholics? They don’t know how to let the world turn without them. Plus we don’t know how involved the rest of the Spectres are with the New Republic. As much as I wanted those motherfuckers to go and RELAX, it does make sense that they’d be sucked back into ‘protecting the galaxy’ either from family influence or general restlessness. The dredges of the Empire are still out there, after all. The war ended, but people still need protection.
it makes a lot of sense that they’d be keeping to the Outer Rim rather than taking more prestigious positions in the Core. I’d like to think they’re hanging around Lothal while Ezra is gone, looking after it for him. 
Where is your husband, sir? 
as much as I hate to say it, it makes sense Kallus isn’t there. Zeb and Kallus have very different skillsets. If they’re lending their time to the Republic as either full on employees or contractors, they’d be regulated to very different sectors. This dovetails into why the fuck is Zeb in a pilot’s suit? It’s likely bc that’s his new position. His strength is as a mechanic and gunner, his place is in a hanger working on ships. And this is, like, an official government now and stuff. You gotta wear the uniform. Along with that, you can’t fly a civilian ship for government duties. They aren’t gonna be OKing the Glimmer for missions, which means the boys can’t ‘work from home’, which means they aren’t likely to be working together on the regular. Kallus’ place is in data analysis and logistics. Poor fuck is likely chained to a desk somewhere (ideally on Lothal) while Zeb goes where ever ppl need an extra hand. Which sucks. It’s clear Kallus chose to be part of the naval division of the ISB bc he LIKES being on the front lines. Now, well. It’s not just peace time, there’s also (hopefully) limits on what they’re willing to give to this New Republic. They’ll both help, but they won’t sell their souls. No career positions, no politics, just good honest work to keep this sector of the universe running smoothly. Unfortunately, not getting too involved probably means desk job for info boy.
Also, Kallus could have been a huge asset to the Amnesty Program, but you know what? It probably would have been triggering as fuck to police other ‘ex-imps’, and also when it was in the planning stages, he was likely tRYING to be legit retired. 
honestly, I’m hoping to see both him and Zeb as fairly critical of the New Republic, knowing they can do the most good (and with the least friction) within the system but skeptically waiting for it to fuck everyone over, while always keeping an eye out for the remnants of the Empire. Its safer for them to play with the New Republic, too. It gets them easy(er) access to NR resources and keeps them in the know about coming dangers. Its a marriage of convenience, built on an understanding that they should never fully place their trust in anyone but themselves, bc the Core doesn’t give a shit and is always busy huffing its own farts
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brendathedoodler · 1 year
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I love how AS!Tetra is the Zelda that is always getting messed with when she hates being the damsel in distress 🤣
I don't know if you've already got something for AS!Aurora and AS!Dawn but maybe Dawn could be the princess of Hyrule while Aurora is the lost princess of Termina? Just a thought that's been bouncing around my head. I love this au so much! Keep up the great work!
Yeah Tetra is straight up not having a good time in this au. I haven’t played most of the games to know exactly how she impacts the plot, but tbh she’d likely take a more active role than Fable does canonically. At the very least, I’ve decided that she and Ravi team up with Wind during the TFH adventure. She also doesn’t get trapped in a painting the whole time in albw, and instead has some important moments with Princess Hilda (AS Hilda is much like Ravi, where she’s the counterpart of Tetra specifically and thus very different from the canon Hilda). But that’s a story for another post lol
As for Aurora and Dawn, I honestly love that idea! Hyrule spends most of his adventures alone, seeing as he doesn’t have a fairy companion. He’s his own fairy, after all (though he wishes he had some sort of companion).
He became close to Aurora during his first adventure. She had faked her death and taken on a different persona in the older time (going by Borealis rather than Sheik, since there’s already a bunch of sheiks in this au and I’ve gotta differentiate them somehow).
When Hyrule was sent back to relive his childhood, he met Aurora. An Aurora who had never been Borealis. An Aurora who hadn’t been there for the hardships he’d faced. An Aurora that he didn’t recognize and didn’t know. It hurt a little too much and he kinda avoided her, grieving a friend she’d never become and not healed enough to try and create a new friendship with her (something he’d go back and do later, after the events of LU, but he’s not quite there yet).
As for Dawn, I had pretty much no ideas for her, so having her be the lost princess of Termina is really cool! Or, perhaps, since Termina is a world parallel to Hyrule (according to the wiki, I haven’t actually played MM yet), she could be a lost Princess of Hyrule, trapped in a magic slumber for an unspecified amount of time until she’s found in Termina.
Either way, I like the idea that Hyrule awakens her and she then helps him with the loops, somehow being able to remember them along with him (perhaps due to her inherent magic abilities?). She would help him take notes, plan, and prepare for the next loop. She’d teach him how to read, help him take his own notes, and generally act as a sort of motherly figure to Hyrule. Though, perhaps due to her extended magical sleep, she’d be weak and unable to directly assist him.
Hyrule is glad that he doesn’t have to face this adventure alone, but accepted right from the start of it that he’d never see her again afterward (just like Borealis). As the loops progress, he shifts his thinking slightly to “if I ever escape this, I’ll never see her again”. Maybe he wastes a loop or two spending time with her. What does it matter? These days will just repeat again. Dawn can hardly fault him for needing a break, after all. He’s just a kid despite everything he’s facing.
I’d like to think that Dawn comes to Hyrule with him after Termina. She reconnects with Aurora and the rest of her family (I’m not sure how exactly Aurora is related to her, but she is, and some of the older relatives probably recognize her. I’m not sure how this plays out and I hesitate to say anything concrete despite these older games not having any serious lore lol). Anyway, she’s given her own place to rest and recover from her magically induced slumber. She opens her doors of Hyrule, of course, but he doesn’t stay. After spending all that time adventuring, he’s become unused to just relaxing. He can’t stand to stay in one place, and as he gets older that shifts into a desire to travel. Having Dawn’s home as a safe place he can always go to and rest has helped him immeasurably, and he even wrote a particular song to warp to his bedroom in her home.
After the events of LU, he’d go and try to make more connections with people. He’d stay with her more often. Time, someone he’d eventually look up to, said that he began to heal from his adventures by reaching out to family and friends (namely his siblings and Malon), so he tries to do the same. He’s still got a sense of wanderlust and often goes traveling, but he visits more often and starts to build a friendship with Aurora once more (who has become a lot more like the Borealis he remembers, but enough time has passed for him to stop comparing the two as much).
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devildomdisaster · 3 years
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Hi can I ask for the reaction of the demon brothers to the mc who always behaves fearlessly, but is afraid of a sharp clap and hides behind them?
Hi anon, this is my first ask for this blog so I hope it's what you wanted.
I got a bit carried away with this one so it ended up a bit long.
Normally fearless mc who hides behind the brothers after a loud noise
Lucifer:
Initially, Lucifer thinks that a human who has little to no magic ability (at least at first) is going to be helpless and frightened of almost everything. This is the Devildom after all, and demons would love to eat a sweet human soul.
But you routinely stand up not only to his brothers but to him.
Honestly, he finds it frustrating.
With no way to intimidate you Lucifer’s normal tactics to ensure proper behavior are rendered useless.
Not only that but you encourage his brothers to act up as well.
But your fearlessness has also endeared you to him.
Even more pride than normal radiates off him when he sees you put some lower-level demon or his brothers in their place. Even if he has to step in sometimes.
Lucifer discovers your fear as you walk into Ristorante Six and a waiter drops a tray of drinks behind you as you are being shown to your table
The tray hits the ground with a loud clatter
Lucifer turns at the noise but otherwise thinks little of the situation
You however are immediately hidden behind him, hands fisted tightly around handfuls of the back of his coat
He is surprised but quickly schools his expression into one of concern.
His first thought is if you are alright, did something on the tray somehow hit you?
He turns to you, taking your clenched fists into his hands.
For all intents and purposes you seem physically fine just…scared. Truly frightened.
Later when you have calmed down he might ask you about your reaction. But for now he will simply comfort you.
He pulls you into his arms whispering lowly into your ear, “there is nothing that can hurt you while I am here Mc. It’s alright.”
Once your breathing has slowed he’ll ask if you’d like to leave and go back to the house of lamentation.
If you were just startled he’ll spend the evening as planned, although he is far more aware of the movement of the surrounding demons. And any possible loud noises that could startle you again.
If you do want to go home he will gladly take you, he’ll propose a quieter evening, relaxing in his study listening to his records perhaps?
Mammon:
Oh, his fearless human!
He is oh so impressed at your bravery.
It’s almost reckless at times how little fear you seem to have in the face of demons.
This boy loves to watch you stand up to other demons or handle situations that others would consider frightening (especially for humans).
Your fearlessness makes you the perfect partner in crime for his schemes.
He loves the rush of getting away with his schemes and loves having you there to share that rush with even more.
Of course, when you do participate in his less than honest scheming, or even his honest ones, he is always there to protect you.
Watching you be fearless is fun but if anything could actually hurt you he is always aware of it. Ready to step in front of you at any moment. You’re his human after all. It wouldn’t due to have something harm you when he can prevent it.
You’re not even outside the house of lamentation when a rather peeved Lucifer comes into the kitchen. “Mammon!” he thunders with a loud slap of his hands on the counter.
You jump behind Mammon, face pressed into his back
One of Mammon’s arms unconsciously reaches behind him to shield you even more.
He is shocked at your reaction but the instinct to protect you kicks in instantly.
“Lucifer” Mammon warns quietly with a quick glance towards you behind him “could we maybe do this later I think Mc…” He trails off
Once Lucifer is gone, seeming to have gotten the gist of the situation, Mammon turns to you. one hand stroking your head gently until you look at him.
“Hey, Mc you’re ok. What’s gotten into ya?”
“The noise” you mumble. Half embarrassed, half still trying to calm your racing heart.
“Geez Mc, ya don’t gotta worry ‘bout stuff like that when I’m around”
He doesn’t quite understand why a loud noise would scare you but is more than willing to listen if you want to explain.
Levi
Levi doesn’t get you.
How can some magicless normie human not be afraid in the Devildom? Surrounded by actual demons? Whatever it’s not like he gets normies anyway.
But then he gets to know you and he actually likes you. You’re his Henry now, his player 2 or… whichever you prefer Mc. Even admitting this to himself is sometimes so hard.
Your whole fearlessness thing still confuses him, but it’s impressive too.
He enjoys being able to play horror games with you or watch horror anime without you being terrified.
It’s like nothing phases you. You can face down anything the Devildom throws at you. Levi thinks you’re so cool, it’s almost not fair!
He kind of wonders what actually scares you
He finds out one night when Asmo throws the door to his room open so hard it bounces off the wall with a loud slam.
Asmo is crowing about family bonding night and repainting Levi’s nails “because gaming isn’t all that matters Leviathan, and you should have been in the living room half an hour ago!”
Levi groans at Asmo’s outburst. Then pauses, blinks slowly, and realizes you’re hidden behind him quaking in…in fear?
His demon form slips out quietly and he wraps his tail around your waist protectively.
He doesn’t understand why you’re frightened but he’s got you covered normie.
“Ohhh, I didn’t know you were playing that kind of game!” Asmo grins purposely misreading the situation. “You and Mc can come down when you’re done.” he sings, shutting the door behind him as he leaves.
Levi’s face is so red, he opens and closes his mouth several times before any words make it out.
“M-mc did did Asmo do something to you? or?” He’s trying to figure out what’s got you so scared.
But he’s still so flustered from Asmo’s teasing that he can’t turn to face you. Instead, he keeps his tail protectively and hopefully comfortingly around your waist.
“No” you sniff “the noise. When the door, it just”
“Oh, good. Not good-good! I mean good that Asmo didn’t do anything.”
You’re both silent for a long moment as Levi composes himself and turns around. Levi finally has time for his surprise to hit him. This is what you are afraid of? He never would have guessed. Still, he doesn’t think any less of you. How could he? Everyone’s got their things, their fears.
“Thanks, Levi,” You say, tapping his tail gratefully.
You get to watch the red bloom across his face this time.
Satan
You being fearless is intriguing and impressive.
He has read about all sorts of phobias and a part of him wants to expose you to some common ones just to see if any of them scare you.
But he won’t.
He likes you too much for that.
You aren’t afraid of pranking Lucifer with him.
Or of late-night library searches, or cursed books, or most importantly of him.
He expected you to be afraid of him, he is the avatar of wrath after all, and his anger can and has made him lose control.
But you're not the least bit afraid of him. He truly appreciates that.
While cooking dinner the loud clatter of a pot falling to the floor and splashing its contents to the ground makes him curse and then sigh, but it makes you jump behind him.
hm? Oh. Oh!
With one hand gripping his shoulder and the other clutching his shirt, it only takes a moment for him to recognize your fear.
He realizes pretty quickly that it must have been the loud noise.
There’s a part of him, the same part that had wanted to test you for hidden phobias, that is immensely satisfied with this new information about his favorite human. Excited even.
Satan feels that knowing there is something that scares you makes you more real.
He almost chuckles at your reaction.
Instead, he guides you to a seat and as he straightens lets his knuckles brush your cheek gently.
“Are you alright Mc?”
He waits until the shock and fear have worn off before cleaning up the mess on the floor.
He knew there had to be something that scared you, he just hopes this fear isn’t tied to any…unpleasant people or situations in your life. Just the thought of that erases all his satisfaction at discovering your fear.
If you’re still a bit rattled he’ll keep you distracted, while he finishes cooking, with tales of the Devildom and the new installment of his favorite mystery show or the new novel he’s reading that he thinks you might like.
If you have recovered he’ll gladly accept your help finishing dinner.
Asmo
Asmo loves your fearlessness.
He thinks it makes you even more attractive.
He says that other than your magical potential it was one of the things that led him to make a pact with you.
“Nothing seemed to phase you, I just had to know more!”
Drags/brings you shopping a lot partly just to watch you stare rude demons down.
Of course, he is always there just in case a demon doesn’t get the point, but he takes a kind of pleasure in seeing demons try and fail to intimidate you, before leaving in shock and shame at being unable to scare a mere human.
He doesn’t let you get into dangerous situations if he can help it. Being confident and fearless is all well and good Mc, but you are still a human and demons can be dangerous.
During one of your shopping trips, there is a loud clap of excitement from a demon when they find what they were looking for.
You gasp and duck behind Asmo.
He turns an amused smile on his face.
“Mc, how can you possibly help me look for my size when you…oh!
As he sees your face he understands. You’re afraid.
He is flattered that you chose to hide behind him for protection. He thinks it shows how much you truly trust him.
He takes your hand in his, even as his head tilts slightly trying to figure out what scared you.
It all clicks a moment later. The noise.
He grips your hand a bit tighter and guides you out of the store, away from the situation.
Asmo knows that your reaction could have just been from being startled but he also knows that it could be tied to a deeper fear of something or someone.
He hopes you were just startled but makes sure you know that he will always protect you from your fears. Minor or serious.
If you let him he will have a whole self-care spa day with you after you get back to the house of lamentation.
Beel
Beel is impressed by a fearless human.
Especially one with little to no magic when first coming to the Devildom.
But he is also concerned for you.
He worries you might do something reckless.
So he makes sure to be around in order to make sure you stay safe.
Will 100% eat a lesser demon who tries to harm you.
Beel wants you to be safe.
But he is glad that your fearless nature gives you the confidence to explore more of the Devildom than just RAD classes.
He is so happy when you want to go somewhere new with him, maybe to a restaurant or cafe you haven’t tried yet.
The first time you hide behind him is after the wind blows a chair over at a nearby table outside a cafe.
You are on your feet in an instant
And in the next, you are almost cowering behind him.
Beel is startled.
He doesn’t understand why you seem so afraid.
But he pulls you into his arms anyway.
Beel comes right out and asks you about your reaction.
When you explain that it was the loud noise Beel nods.
He wants to ask if you were just startled or if there is more to your fear but doesn’t want to overstep.
He’ll wait until you are headed back to the house to ask.
Whatever your answer is he’ll accept it and in the future act accordingly to prevent you from being afraid.
Belphie
Honestly hates how fearless you are at first.
It annoys him and he wants to make you afraid of him…until he doesn't.
And the complete 180 surprises even him.
He still wonders how a human can be so fearless and kind of wonders if it's all an act you use to protect yourself.
Even so, he’s still impressed that you can be fearless in the Devildom.
He’s another one who likes to see you tell other demons to get lost.
He thinks that a human chasing off a Demon in the realm of demons is hilarious.
On the way to RAD one morning what sounds like a loud clap causes Belphie to turn and see another demon being slapped.
He goes to make a snide comment to you, only you aren’t standing next to him anymore.
Instead, you are tucked behind him holding tightly to his uniform jacket.
“Um, Mc? What exactly are you doing?”
And that’s when it all comes out.
The noise had scared you so much you had hidden behind him.
Belphie just shrugs. It’s surprising sure, considering all the other things you’ve seen and experienced in the Devildom. But hey you are a human, something was bound to scare you eventually.
He’s curious if you are just easily startled or if you have a fear of sudden loud noises.
Unlike his brothers (*Satan) he is curious enough to test you and see which it is.
Unless you come out then and there to tell him you have a fear of loud noises he will plan out a ‘prank’ to startle you again.
If it turns out it’s not a fear caused by anything serious and you are just easily startled he will use it against you occasionally, at least until he is bored of your reaction or you ask him to stop.
But he doesn’t want to hurt you, emotionally or physically. If it’s a genuine fear he’d never use it against you. And he’d personally end anyone who did.
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honeypirate · 3 years
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Quick drabbles about sweet moments I would like to have with some of my favorite characters.
Fem reader sometimes
Fire force
Benimaru
He comes into your room with a sigh, closing the door quietly before kneeling at the bottom of your bed and crawling up between your legs, pushing his head under your hands holding your book and laying his head against your chest. You chuckle and set your book aside before running your fingers through his hair “hello sweetheart” you say and he pushes up so his face was in your neck now, kissing the skin softly “hello” he says and sighs into your neck. “I missed you” you say and he nods into your neck “I missed you” he says and you wrap your arms around his shoulders, hugging him tighter to you and kissing the top of his head.
Konro
You sit behind him in the bath, the hot water up to your shoulders and you lay your head against his back as he tells you about his day, his hands brushing up and down your legs beside him. You were careful to avoid the charred marks on his neck, arms, and back as you careful washed him, leaving kisses around them. You took care of him better than anyone and he felt the love you had for him every time you helped him, you never made him feel like a burden or anything less than, you made him feel comfortable in his own skin. “God I love you so much” he whispers as you finish washing his hair “it’s my turn now” he says and you carefully switch places with him, his large hands gently washing your body and kissing your neck. He washes your hair and then spends extra time running his fingers through it, loving the soft feel in his hands. You run your fingertips against his legs and up to his thighs as you talk and relax until the water gets too cold.
Obi Akitaru
He throws you over his shoulder after you get back to the compound, you giggle and lightly hit his back “Obi! Put me down!” He laughs and slaps your butt “not gonna happen. My girl was injured so I gotta carry her in” you sigh and relax in his hold “ It’s just a little burn! On my arm! I can still walk” he laughs but doesn’t set you down until you’re in his private bathroom. He helps you out of your fire force coat and pants before taking off his own, leaving you in just your underwear and a tank top and him in boxers. You smile softly up at his as he gently washes the soot off your cheeks and neck. “You’re so beautiful sweetheart” he says and you blush, reaching up and cupping his cheek with a smile “you’re not so bad yourself” you say and he grins. You take the washcloth from his hand and rinse it out before gently washing the soot off his cheeks for him “let’s hop in a shower so we can do this properly” he says as he dips down to capture your lips in his.
Hinawa
You push the kitchen door open quietly and peak in at him, he’s singing along to a old record he borrowed from Obi, some jazz from before the cataclysm. You watched him cook and sing, butterflies in your belly from how adorable it is. His voice was perfect for this kind of music and it smelled like he was making your favorite meal. You walk over to him and wrap your arms around his middle, his singing turning into a low chuckle. “Hey sweetheart” he says and you smile, placing a kiss against his shirt on his spine “it smells good but I want to know....are you on the menu for tonight?” you say and his hand holds yours on his stomach “naughty girl” he says before taking the pan of the heat and turning around in your arms, he holds both of your cheeks and you look up at him, your chin on his chest. His eyes were dark, you could see the lust in his eyes and the adoration he has for you. You stand on your tiptoes, meeting him halfway as he captures your lips his.
Haikyuu
Aone
Sitting in the living room, leaning against him on the couch as you both read together. His arm around you as he scrolls through his book on his tablet, your head against his arm, kissing it every other page turn. When you finish your chapter to mark your page and set your book on the coffee table before turning your head up and kissing his chin softly, watching his lips turn up in a smile before his eyes flick to yours after he finishes the sentence he was on. “I’m so unbelievably lucky” he whispers and you blush, after all these years he still makes you feel giddy in your heart.
Kuroo
You’re cooking breakfast while he pours mimosas, the Sunday morning air filled with sweet kisses and witty banter, him sticking to you like glue, his hands on your hips and his chin against your shoulder as he sways you to the music playing, singing the lyrics to you as you flip the pancakes.
Ushiwaka
Taking the long drive through the country for a weekend away, his hand on your thigh as he drives, you play a perfect relaxing mix of music but the radio is quiet background noise as you talk about anything you can think of. You loved that he was so open minded, you could ask anything your crack head thoughts come up with and he’d respond honestly. You never felt the need to fill any silence though, it was comfortable, he felt like home to you.
Daichi
You’re singing along to the music you had playing loudly as you did some late night cleaning while waiting for him to get come from work, he had to do some extra paperwork but you didn’t mind. You were excited to see him after being apart all day and to combat that excitement you decided to clean. When he walks in the house he smiles at the sight, you were standing on the back of the couch, the vacuum on as you suck the dust off the blinds, your foot tapping along to the music that was so loud you could hear it over the vacuum. He closed the door as he admired you before walking over to you and quickly clicking the vacuum button. You yelp as he knocks the back of your knees so you fell into his waiting arms, his smiling face made your heart skip as you relaxed into his arms “you naughty boy!” You say as you laugh and kisses your cheek “What can i say? I missed my darling”
Nishinoya
You’ve been together for years, spent traveling as you worked as a freelance photographer mostly but now you’ve decided to go home and put down your own roots, get back to family. After a few months you decided you wanted to adopt a pet tigether, finally deciding on a sweet cat you met at the shelter, he couldn’t stop talking about her so you thought it was a pretty good sign. Her first night home with you, you let her get adjusted and she kept to herself for the most part, claiming one of the chairs in the living room for herself. In the middle of a movie you were watching you got up to use the bathroom, when you returned he was mouthing screams at you pointing down, you chuckled as you saw that the cat had jumped up and fell asleep on his lap. He was so cute you about teared up for a moment before taking a picture of them on your phone, setting it as your Lock Screen. Your perfect little family.
Tendou
When he was making you homemade chocolate at his apartment for your fifth date, you took a spoon and dipped it into the melted chocolate when you thought he wasn’t looking. When he turned around and saw you with the spoon in your mouth, an obviously blissed look at how delicious it was, he knew he loved you. “Sorry” you say around the spoonin your mouth, your cheeks warming under his gaze. “You’re such a sneak, I’ll have to look out for that” he says as he boops your nose. You felt your heart race at the way his eyes lingered on you with a smirk. This man would be the death of you.
Bnha
Bakugou
You sing a little song to yourself as you break your chopsticks apart, dancing in your chair as you look down at your ramen. You were so happy to be in this moment with your favorite boy and your favorite food. He looks across the table at you, an amused smile on his face as he watches you and listens to your impromptu dumb song about how much you love ramen and love him, all the anger in his body leaving. You look up into his eyes and you feel your cheeks get warm “hmm?” You ask and expect his usually dumbass banter but your breath hitches when he says softly “I just love you is all” He‘ll never forget how lucky he is to be sharing perfect moments with you.
Midoriya
A date that’s not a date. You go to a thrift store with your friends but take his hand and lead him back to the clothing, taking turns choosing ugly accessories and coats for the other, spending the whole time lost in the moments with him. By the end you have many pictures together on your phone. You break off from the group, walking behind a few feet with him as you talk about your favorite heroes, you asked him questions about his notebook and he showed you the page he had written for you but forgot the small little drawing of a heart next your name at the top of the page. He noticed when the notebook was in your hand but couldn’t really tear it from you, that would be nuts. So he just hopes you don’t notice as you read his notes(you do) “this is amazing. I didn’t know you paid this much attention to me” his cheeks flush “y/n you have an amazing quirk! I love to watch you!” His face turns very red as you raise your eyebrows “you love to watch me?” You smirk and he starts to ramble “no! I mean I do. But like not in a weird way. I just like to see how your quirk develops. I’m not a stalker or anything” you reach out and take his hand with a chuckle “I like that you pay attention to me so don’t worry Zuku” you say and he lets out a deep breath. The rest of your group notices but just leaves you be, this was a long time going and to be honest bakugou started a bet to see how long it would take. He won when he bet it would be sooner rather than later. The first time he ever bet on Deku but only because he knew you were bolder.
Kaminari
Oh man. You were home early and he hadn’t heard you come in. You could hear he was on the phone with someone so you didn’t make any loud noises as you set your things down. “I’m gonna ask her tonight. Yeah I have the ring here in my hand, it’s so perfect. ... I have a reservation at the place we had our first date” he busts up laughing and you crack a smile when you realize he means the skate park near your old high school. “Yeah man the skatepark. But it’s actually a really nice restaurant now which I thought was so romantic. Shin, I can’t even begin to explain how sure I am about this. I can’t imagine a life without them in it.” You feel your heart skip and your eyes mist over for a moment before you suck in a breath and make your way over to the door, opening it quietly and then shouting “Hey im home early! Are you home?” You act, dramatically picking up and dropping your keys again and kicking your shoes. You hear a drawer shut and him say “I gotta go man she’s home thanks so much” before he comes out of the bedroom with a big grin on his lips “y/n/n! do you wanna go out to dinner tonight? There’s this new place I want us to try”
Aizawa
The way the breeze coming in through window ruffled his hair woke him up, it was just after two am and he must of forgot to close the window before you guys fell asleep. He got up to shut the window and he turned around, pausing for a second when he noticed you were looking at him. The moonlight framed his back and hit your face, your sleepy eyes taking in his shirtless frame as he walked back to bed. “You look like an angel” you whispered to him and he chuckles as he scooted under the covers, “you must still be dreaming if you think I’m the angel of this relationship” he mutters, trying to hide the way his heart skipped when you called him an angel.
Fatgum/ Taishiro
He comes home, his big suit in tatters and his body smaller, bruises already forming on his face and chest you can see from the torn fabric. “Oh babe I knew it was bad but I really wasn’t-“ you hold your hand to your lips to try and stop your tears as he walks over to you and wraps you in a hug and standing, carrying you with him to the bedroom “oh my angel don’t worry. I’m okay. All I need is a little bit of your home cooking and a lot of your kisses, then I’ll be right as rain” you shower with him, helping him out so he didnt have to use his sore limbs. Kissing him as much as he would want, showing him how much you love him. After you dress you make him multiple different foods, full meals so he could have as much as he wanted. He watched you cook from his spot at the kitchen table, his heart as full as his stomach will be later. The food you make for him always tastes the best, better than any food he could ever order, he feels your love through the act of service you give him every time you cook for him.
Present mic
The moment after a concert where you’re walking back to the car holding hands, smiles on your lips as your ears ringing from the level of music as you talk about your favorite songs that were performed. You start to shiver from the sweat on your body and he pulls you into a hug “I got something for you” he says quietly knowing your ears were already ringing as he kisses the top of your head “what is it?” You ask with a smile “close your eyes” he says and you lean up to kiss his lips softly before pulling back and keeping yo eyes closed. You feel something go over your head and you instinctively put your arms up through the sleeves knowing it was a hoodie “okay open your eyes” he says and you do, seeing him wearing a hoodie in front of you and looking down to see you had a matching one on “this is amazing Yama! I love you! Thank you!” You hug him tight and he laughs holding you close “anything for my girl”
Toshinori
Walking through the park in the morning, getting some coffee and people watching, hitting the farmers market on the way home he buys you some flowers while you’re distracted with the fruit. You buy an aloe plant in a pot painted with his face on it that looks like his hair for your office at the school and when you walk home you buy some donuts from the stand at the end, your arm in his as you have endless entertaining conversations.
Naruto
Kakashi
You gave him an excuse of a mission so you could go to the sand village for a few days. There’s a small bookstore there who was going to be releasing a limited edition Icha Icha book with a twist ending and you wanted to make sure you could get one. You were the first one in line and you waited all night long to be the first one in when it opened that day. You got the book and then swung by where you heard Jiraiya was, some bar by a hot spring between the sand and the leaf. “What are you doing here?” He says through a confident slur as you sit down next to him. you pull out the book and a pen and grin at him but when he doesn’t show any emotion you sigh, pulling out your wallet and handing it to him before he nods and takes the pen “I always have time for my fans”
When you get back to the apartment it’s after 2am the day of his birthday. You take the stairs two at a time, ditching your pack by the door as you enter silently. You hold the book in your hands, neatly wrapped in paper as you kick off your shoes and make your way to the bedroom. He’s sleeping peacefully in bed and you can’t wait to ruin it. You climb up in the bed and sit cross legged next to him, a smile on your lips and the book in your lap as you softly run your fingertips across his cheeks and his forehead and then down his nose before his eyes flutter open. “Hi” you whisper and he smiles as he stretches his arms out “welcome home baby. How was the mission?” He sits up and you look down at the book in your lap “the mission was successful” you say with a chuckle before looking back up into his eyes “what do you got there?” He asks and you hide it behind your back “oh nothing at all I don’t know what you’re ta-“ he talked you to the bed and stars to tickle your sides “taLKING ABOUT!” You start to giggle as his fingers hit all your ticklish spots “Kashi stop!” You beg through laughs and tears before he captures your lips with his and you relax into him, not noticing when his hand slides under your back and pulls the book from your grasp. He knows exactly what it is the moment he’s touched it. “You didn’t” he says as he pulls back and you just grin “open it” you say and he does, gently pulling the paper from the book. He holds it like he’s holding somethjng extra precious “there wasn’t a mission” he states as he looks down at the book in his hands, flipping through the new pages. “The only mission was making you happy” you whisper and he looks up into your eyes, his looking a little misty, “I love you so much, thank you” he says quietly, afraid his voice will crack. “I love you Kakashi. Happy Birthday”
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rimaiahwrites · 3 years
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Red handed—
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Chapter seven
After Erik drove away Israel came in to the house grinning even though he low key pissed her off.
She was still happy that she got to spend time with him, Erik was actually bringing happiness and excitement to her dull life and she couldn't be happier about it.
Israel walked right passed her brothers and into the kitchen, not even noticing all her brothers and their friends sitting in the living room looking at her like she lost her mind.
She grabbed a water bottle and began to chug it. Until she heard someone clear their throat. She turned around and started choking on the cold water. Noah got up from the floor and made his way over to pat her on the back.
When she got her choking under Control, she waved at them giving her best smile trying not to look suspicious.
"Who the fuck was that nigga you was wit'?" Her smile dropped.
"What are you talking about I-" Jay cut his eyes at her, daring her to lie to his face. Israel rolled her eyes trying to play it off. "He's Just one of my friends jay, relax."
"Since when do you have guy friends?" He asked walking into the kitchen. Everyone now quiet like he was some sort of king.
"Since when did I have to answer to you?" Israel spit back, looking him up and down. Jay was a bit taken back from her tone because it wasn't like her to get go smart mouth with him.
"Since you were born fuck you mean when? You forgetting that you the youngest?" He said cocking his head back like she just said the most stupidest shit ever. "no but You keep forgetting I'm grown. I can do as I please." She hissed slamming the freighter door shut. "I'm not no damn baby anymore, stop trying to tell me what I can and can't do I'm grown rather you like it or not, the fuck" she said stepping up to him as if he wasn't 6'0 and bulky grown man. not even realizing that she had raised her tone with him...or that she was cussing.
"Girl-" she quickly held her hand up to hush him. "No! I'm so done with this shit! Y'all three get to do whatever y'all want and y'all still live in mom and dads house and don't nobody say shit to y'all but when I hang out with someone of the opposite gender it's a problem? as if you did just sneak that girl In your room not to long ago, as if y'all wasn't fucking in there while mom was downstairs right under your room." She spit out dropping her head down a bit to give him a death stare. She was so irritated and had so much adrenaline running through her, she was shaking.
"You really can't say shit to me jay!" She said slapping her hand on the counter, and her other hand in her hip. Looking like a middle aged black mama yelling at her disobedient child while jay just stood there staring wildly at her but there wasn't much he could say. It was all true. She cut him up and now he was stuck not knowing what to say.
It was quiet in the living room and kitchen.
Jays friends didn't say a thing but they were fully entertained with the argument going on between the two Sibling.
"So what you just fucking random niggas now? Huh? That's where you was last night? At that niggas house being a hoe?" He shouted, veins popping out the side of his head. Israel face dropped at his words and they stung more then she thought they would.
You could hear a pin drop nobody made a move or spoke a word. Just a silent staring contest between the two. Jays fists balled, shoulders squared looking like he was ready to fight while Israel on the other hand was her eyes were getting glossy and her breathing heavy. She could feel the lump in her throat getting harder to swallow.
She cleared her throat and turn to walk back to get her bag by the front door. And heading up stairs, there was nothing else to be said. Israel now knew that her big brother saw her as nothing more then just a hoe, he has made it very clear today.
Israel waited until she was 18 just to talk to men and now he was calling her a hoe not even knowing that she only stayed for the night, And that was all. But there was no point in arguing with jay, he was stubborn and a asshole. if that's what he thought that's what he thought.
She shut her bedroom door and headed straight to her bed, stuffing her face in her pillow tears coming down like a waterfall.
She was Tempted to call Erik just so he could come get her of the hell hole she called home.
Maybe that was over dramatic but she hated it here, she loved her family but being with them 24/7 wasn't something she planned on doing once she turned eighteen. She honestly thought she would have been treated like her brothers were but then again she was never given a fraction of the freedom her brothers has. She was never treated like her feelings mattered, everything has always been about the boys.
You would think that since she's the only daughter her father has she would be treated like a princess and get away with everything but that definitely wasn't the case with her father. She was always the one to get yelled at first, she was always the first one to get blamed for something she didn't do and was always the first to get it the worst of her siblings.
Her father was a strict, mean military man that had no Sympathy for anyone and he clearly passed that down to his oldest son.
She was so sick of crying over them, she was so sick of being mistreated.
With tears still running down her face she sat up and took a deep breath feeling like she was dropping down into that deep hole she liked to hide herself in when she was feeling down.
His words replaying in her head like a broken record. She wasn't a hoe and she knew that and she knew that she didn't sleep with Erik but some how his words sank into her skin so deep that she felt dirty. Like she had committed some sort of sin.
She was only having fun, and finally getting the teenage experience she never got to have when she was younger.
Israel was tired of crying over things her family has said to her it was time for her to stop letting their words hurt her and effort her mental health.
She stood up from her bed and decided that she wanted to take a flower bath and just pray her troubles away.
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Erik parked his black Mercedes-Benz G-Class outside of the were house he owned. This was the place he kept all of his weapons, books, important papers and information he had collected over the years of him being in college and the navy.
He and ten of his close friends that he met in the navy had formed a elite group of former navy seals. Their jobs were to Take down small governments and expose them. They also would kill small amounts of police officers and clans men which 9 times outta 10 were the same group of men.
About six months age they made a little mistake that almost got them caught which would've cost them their lives which is why they took a break to regroup to better themselves. Erik and three of his boys ace, zeik and Rae all trained the hardest they ever have far as fighting techniques, Brent, rocky and von all worked with weapons and the rest of the boys were hackers.
Today was their first meeting in six months. Erik has changed Plans and moved things from the original date so this meeting is important.
Erik walked to the side door of the warehouse and slide up the side  paneling to reveal the handprint scanner, that was the only way to get into it up less you climb to the very top and through the window but the chances of that happening was slim. Once he was into he went to the corner of the large warehouse and behind the staircase that lead you to go upstairs which was empty.
He walked into the staircase little door where there was a another door that used Voice activation to open. "State your name please." a robotic voice said as it Scanned his face. "Erik Stevens."
"Face scan complete, welcome back erik." The voice said as the heavy Metal door opened to Reveal his underground lab.  "Feels good to be back." Erik Chuckled as he walked down the steps. All of his boys turned their heads from the game of pool to Erik. "Ayo Erik where you been at motherfucka you was supposed to be here a hour and a half ago." Erik grin as he dubed ace up ignoring zeik interrogation. "Right and you be the main one mad if Someone else late to the meetings." Rae butted in.
Erik rolled his eyes.
"If y'all don't shut the fuck up, I gotta life to I just got caught up." He shrugged them off as he walked over to his desk. Rae eyebrows raised as he looked at the rest of them and they all were just as confused as him. Erik and "personal" just didn't go together in the same sentence, if he wasn't working out he was working. Erik was always work, work, work.
Brent smirked as he grabbed his water  bottle and took a sip "him must got a new bitch or sum'" ace snorted "nigga yeah right that nigga ain't been in a relationship in years, Erik fucks and dips." It was true. That just wasn't like Erik.
"All I hear is you motherfuckas being worried about me let's get to work!" Erik clap his hands exactly as he went into the meeting room with the rest of the men following.
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After a four hour meeting they had finally figured everything out. It was now 10:46 and Erik was tired, Israel sleeping over had him exhausted since it fucked up his sleep schedule. On a normal day Erik was in bed 11 o'clock and up at 6 o'clock in the morning. Sleep was very important to a healthy life style. It was Proven that people that get at least 7 hours of sleep they live longer.
Soon as Erik got home he took a shower and got straight in bed. he didn't even bother putting on clothes.
It's almost been a week since Erik has last spoken to Israel since he had been so busy. It's been strictly wake up, eat, work, train and work some more he didn't really have time to hang or call.
He felt a little bad for it but he knew that she knew he wasn't ignoring her intentionally...at least he hoped she knew that.
Today Erik was going to the gun range with ace just to do some training and catch up with him since they really hasn't had the chance to do that.
Since ace's car was in the shop right now so erik decided to pick him up instead of him catching a Uber. Soon as erik pulled up to aces Apartment he saw he step out of his door and jogged over to the passenger side.
"Wassup E," he said as he sat his bag down in the back seat. "Wassup bro you ready to show these niggas how to aim?" Erik said jokily as he drove off.
Erik cooked his AMT and aimed it at the head of the paper man all the way in the range and let multiple bullets fly from it giving him a slight rush. He adjusted his safety glasses and gripped the handle of the gun again before pulling the trigger but aiming at a different figure. Him and ace were both in their own little worlds before the ringtone from Erik's phone pulled him back down to earth, it caught aces attention too.
It was Israel.
Erik beamed down at the screen but Debated if he should answer it or not, he wanted to he really did but decided it would be best if he called her later since he could barely hear from all the gun shots being fired.
"Who was that? Got you smiling and shit..." ace asked with his eyebrows raised. Placing his gun down to face Erik. "Nigga why you so damn nosy?" Erik cut his eyes at him while blindly putting his phone back into his pocket.
"What you mean nigga? I'm just trying to see who making my dawg so happy is that a crime?" He said jokingly jerking his head back. Erik rolled his eyes.
"It's was one of my friends." Erik stated before grabbing his gun again trying to get off the topic. Ace put his hand out and pushed the gun down before he could pull the trigger.
"What friend? cause the last time i checked we had the same circle of friends?" Erik sigh getting annoyed with aces interrogation. Did he want to tell his best friend about Israel? Hell nah. Because he know his best friend and he knows he's going to go over bored and start doing the most with questions.
"You don't know her. Drop it nigga."
"Her? So you got a bitch or sumn'" Erik shock his head not even meaning to slip up and say anything. It was to late to take back now. "Nah she not my girl, we just been chilling." Erik shrugged, as he corrected him.
"Lemme see what she look like nigga how you know I don't know her?"
"Hell nah nigga stop being nosy-"
"Ok but if I had a bitch I would show you-"
"She not a bitch tho." Erik said sternly in their back and forth bickering. As annoyed as Erik was ace had a point and they both knew it. Ace talked to him about everything and if he was interested in a girl Erik would be the first to know about it. Erik put his gun on safety and sat it down before digging In his back pocket to grab his phone.
He scrolled through his camera until he found his favorite picture of Israel. It was one she sent to him not to long ago, her hair was wild with tiny ringlet coils. Her lips and mouth were stained red from the dumdum that hung from it. She had her white silk night gown on and a dainty rose flower necklace that hung between her collarbone.
Erik handed him the phone and watched as he brought his fist up to his mouth. "Nigga she fine as fuck damn where you find her at?"
"A party I went to not to long ago, she was shy as fuck she would barely talk to me." Erik chuckled taking his phone back to put it back in his pocket. "We been hanging out the last few weeks, she cool." Erik said nonchalantly to make it seem like he wasn't feeling shordy as much as he was. To someone like didn't know Erik as well as ace did he would've them really thinking he didn't like her and it wasn't a big deal but ace knew.
"You feeling her?" Ace asked facing Erik now, Erik shrugged.
"Like I said she cool."
"Mm." Was all ace said. Erik didn't need to answer, ace already knew the answer.
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lovelylunarwriting · 3 years
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Jaemin Soulmate!AU
Jaemin has a reputation as a “cool” kind of guy, which is why he wears bracelets to hide the words permanently etched on his left wrist
“Wait- if it’s not butter, then what is it?”
Jisung and Haechan are notorious for giving him shit for having a ‘weird’ soulmate, but Jaemin thinks it’s kind of funny, honestly
Like great question dude but,,, why are you asking me this
Jaemin’s apartment is around the corner from a little family-owned grocery store that he’s frequented since his high school days.
He’s very much a regular, to the point of the owner being like “Jaemin…. Please just work here. You already know where everything is”
To which Jaemin has to respectfully decline, because he wants to focus on his dancing and singing, and working too much would get in the way of practicing.
That, however, does not stop the old man from sending customers with questions to Jaemin whenever he comes in.
Because Jaemin is too polite to be like “uhh I don’t work here, good luck”, he always ends up helping them
But secretly, he doesn’t mind. He thinks that maybe one day, his soulmate will be the next one to ask him a question.
Even after repeated questions about “how much does this cost?”, “when do you guys open tomorrow?”, “when will the next shipment of bok choy be in?”, he still isn’t terribly bothered.
The other employees chastise the boss for sending customers to Jaemin, but the old man is always like “he knows this store better than you all do. That’s why he gets a discount higher than yours”
Employee discount: 15 percent off all merchandise
Na Jaemin discount: 20 percent off all merchandise
It’s an unspoken rule amongst employees that Na Jaemin gets a discount, but they are NEVER to mention it to him! He knows that business has been rough recently and wouldn’t accept the generosity, but the boss thinks Jaemin is too skinny and wants him to be able to afford to eat well.
Now lovely reader, this is where you come in. You recently got a job at this grocery store but you work in the back, so you have never seen the famous “Na Jaemin” that all your fellow employees chat about so frequently.
Coworker #1: “Ugh, he’s like SO dreamy”
Coworker #2: “I know right? He’ll have no trouble becoming an idol at this rate”
Meanwhile you’re like “lol what who? Also where is the printer for printing clearance labels”
You specifically applied for the back of house position because you did not want to talk to people.
It’s not that you’re antisocial by any means- honestly it’s the opposite. It’s just that you have the tendency to say whatever you’re thinking with absolutely no filter.
So in the past when more…. challenging… customers have talked down to you, you gave back the same energy without thinking.
Management was not happy,,, so you were like “mmmm maybe I should just keep to myself and everyone would be happier”
One day though, it seems that you’re shit out of luck.
Your work bestie calls you at 3 in the morning on your day off saying that her kid has a fever and she’s gotta stay home and take care of him.
You have no plans other than generally being a lazy lump at home, and she’s always had your back at work, so you’re like “girl don’t worry about it, I got your shift. I’ll make some chicken noodle soup for him too”
To which she’s like “bitch if I hadn’t found my soulmate already I would’ve snatched you up T-T”
You giggle and tell her to try and get some rest- both her and her kid.
And then sleep another blissful 4 hours before rolling in for the 8am shift.
When you get there, boss man is like “ayeee so you’re covering for her shift which is stocking shelves, are you gonna be okay doing that?”
You: “Ahaha yeah it’ll be fine~ just please don’t send customers to me oh my gosh”
Boss Man: “Don’t worry, I just saw Jaemin walk in. I’ll send them to him”
You: “... who is Jaemin”
Boss Man: “He’s my FAVORITE!! Remember that!”
You: “Oh, okay!! Yes sir!”
You’re like fifteen minutes into your shift and you’re already on edge because all you’ve done so far is dodge all the old ladies who are shopping this early.
No actual products have been put on the shelves yet, or at least not by your hands.
Settling down in the dairy section, you relax a bit and start putting cold products in the cold shelves fixed to the wall.
And of course- things are in the wrong place. Why would anyone put anything back where it belongs?
Picking up a product, you glance at the label out of sheer boredom more than anything.
“Wait- if it’s not butter, then what is it?”, you say to yourself.
Or so you think.
“Yeah, that is like the one question I don’t know how to answer”, you hear a masculine voice say from behind.
You spin around and look up into the man’s face.
And oh boy is that a nice looking face.
“Oh I’m sorry, I- WAIT”, you start, before you realize what he said.
Grabbing his left wrist, you push up the bracelets to reveal what you’d just said. Then you drop his hand out of sudden shyness, and because it’s not cool just to grab people.
“Do… do you mind if I look at your wrist as well?”, he asks quietly.
You roll up your sleeve and present him with your arm. He delicately wraps his fingers around your wrist and flips it over to read the words written”
He drops your wrist and sinks into a squat, flopping his arms over his head and looking at the ground.
“Oh my gosh why did I say something so lame…”
“Umm,,, to be fair,,, I did ask you about butter so by comparison yours isn’t that bad,,,,”, you try to comfort him, and he lifts his head up to meet your gaze.
“You mean that? It wasn’t like the lamest thing you’ve ever heard?”
“Oh I’ve heard much lamer things, don’t worry!”, you say with a cheery smile that contrasts your words entirely.
He stands up again and clasps your hands in his. With a look of determination he looks straight into your soul and asks:
“What time do you get off work?”
You tell him, but let him know that you’ll be busy after work making chicken noodle soup for your coworker and her son.
He’s like “oh you can cook?” and you’re like “lol no but I’m gonna die trying”
He writes his phone number on your arm (next to your soulmate tattoo) and is like “text me when you’re done with work and I’ll swing by and walk you home and maybe I can help you cook”
And quickly clarifies “ONLY IF YOU’RE COMFORTABLE WITH ME IN YOUR HOME, I UNDERSTAND IF BECAUSE WE JUST MET YOU-”
You’re like “dude,,,, it’s fine, we are literally destined to be together. Also if you try anything I’ll just beat you up so it’s chill”
Looking at his watch, he sprints makes a beeline for the checkout counter, going on about he’s gonna be so later and Haechan’s never gonna let it go if he’s late twice in a row, and something else but by that point he’s so far away from the dairy aisle you can only hear muffled sounds where words should be.
The next several hours could not go by ANY SLOWER.
Starting off today, you figured the day would go by quickly because you’d be preoccupied figuring out how to do something new, but now all you can think about is pretty soulmate boy.
And how he never mentioned his name, but to be fair, it was a rather quick exchange.
What feels like centuries later, your shift is coming to a close so you grab the ingredients you the internet tells you you need for the soup and head to your favorite cashier.
Somehow the front of the store is both quiet and abnormally loud for this time of night.
“Jaemin’s been waiting there for fifteen minutes? Do you think he’s waiting for someone?”
“Maybe he needs to talk to the boss? Usually he’d just ask one of us to grab him but he’s just standing outside”
“Ugh it’s so cold, should we tell him to come inside?”
You glance over to the crowd of coworkers towards the entrance and break out into a smile.
“Just keep ringing me up, I’ll be right back!”, you tell the cashier and fast walk past the small crowd.
Peeping your head out the door, you greet him.
“Are you cold? Come inside, I’m almost done”
“Oh okay, should I wait by the door though?”
“No, come with me. I wanna show you off~”, you instruct and he raises an eyebrow, but plays along.
Holding open the door for him, he scuffles his way in and shyly offers his hand.
Gladly, and with a pounding heart, you lock your fingers between his.
“Your hands are freezing, dude”
“Shhh it’s fine. I was trying to be cool, okay”, he jokes with you as you walk back to the register
Ringing up your items, the cashier is looking at you and him with raised eyebrows, and you’re just like “shut up jessica I’ll explain tomorrow”
The two of you walk back to your apartment and spend the rest of the night cooking and talking about everything and nothing.
The more you learn about Jaemin, the more confident you are that the universe got this one right.
Even when most things feel unclear, you know this person is someone you can always rely on.
(also when you bring your sick work bestie the soup, Jaemin insists on tagging along and she’s like “omg Y/N that’s JAEMIN” and you’re like “I KNOW” and he’s like “hi here’s some soup, also why do you know my name”
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Rewrite the Stars: George Weasley x Reader
A/N: I had a nightmare I needed to process so here this is. WARNING: THIS STORY IS HEAVY. THERE IS CHILD ABUSE AND MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH. IF THESE TRIGGER YOU, PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS FIC.
Summary: Y/N is Draco’s older sister who has never fit in with the Malfoy family and befriends the Weasley Twins.
George sat down in potions class next to Fred. It was their first class in their first year at Hogwarts and the two of them already had a fair idea about what this class would be like, and they weren't looking forward to it. Next to him sat a girl wearing a Slytherin uniform. He thought that odd because Gryffindors and Slytherins don't usually sit next to each other in any class. In fact their closest proximity was in the Great Hall with Gryffindor table sandwiched between Slytherin and Ravenclaw. He didn't spend too much time looking at her, though, just long enough to make a friendly wave at her, which she returned with a small smile.
“You are to work on a potion to cure boils in your groups of three. Hopefully with three sets of eyes watching, one of them will have a brain behind it,” Snape drawled on. Geroge turned to the girl next to him and hoped for the best. He heard that Slytherins had a reputation for being truly awful, but he didn't want to make any assumptions. He did, after all, get a smile out of her.
“Hi there, I'm Geroge Weasley, this is my brother Fred,” George said as he flipped through his book to find the recipe. He noticed that she had already started to put ingredients together.
“Hi... I'm Y/N,” she said in a shy voice and sent them both a small and warm smile.
“No last name, eh?” Fred inquired and handed her the next ingredient.
“Erm... I'd rather not say...”
“Miss Malfoy...” Snape said from behind her. George's eyes went wide and he saw Y/N's face cringe and she looked up at Snape.
“Yes, Professor?” she responded. George and Fred shared an alarmed look. They knew who the Malfoys were—Lucius Malfoy had been the bane of their father's existence for quite a while, and this appeared to be his eldest daughter.
“I expect great things from you. Give your father my best,” Snape said lowly as if his words were more of a warning than encouragement.
“I will, Professor,” Y/N said and then looked at the twins apologetically. George thought she was going to cry in front of them and decided immediately that she was nothing like her father. He wanted to give her a chance.
“I'm s—”
“Don't even think about it, Y/N. Looks like it's ready to take off the heat,” Fred said with a kind smile. Y/N smiled once again, but wider this time, and took the cauldron off the flame, then added the quills.
At the end of class, a couple of Slytherin boys started laughing and pointing at Fred and George. They rolled their eyes and were perfectly happy ignoring them.
“Better fetch an owl to send those cauldrons back home, Weasleys! Your mum's gotta take a bath,” one of them jeered.
Before George could retort, Y/N—who was stood closer to them than George—spoke up.
“Back off, you ass. Or I'll stuff your inflated head into a cauldron until your skull pops,” Y/N threatened.
The boys looked dumbfounded and George was sure that if Y/N had a different last name, those boys would have pummeled her.  She walked off past them all and out of the dungeons. Fred and George followed quickly behind her with impressed smiles on their faces.
“Hey! Hey, Y/N, wait up!” Fred called after her. She turned around and looked at them and waited for them to catch up.
“Thank you for that,” George said with a smile.
“Don't mention it. Honestly, it's the least I could do... I wish... well...” Y/N said with a vague gesture. George knew what she meant and nodded his head. He wondered why she was put in Slytherin.
In their second year, George was surprised and pleased to find that Y/N was a chaser for the Slytherin team, and had snuck out a couple times to watch her practice. The team was hard on her, being the only girl, but she seemed to take it well. Fred and George did their best to not directly hit her with bludgers. After their first game, George made a point to find Y/N. It was nearly dusk by the time he saw her walking back to the Slytherin dorms alone.
“Y/N, wait!” he called after her. He was still in his uniform as was she, but she had at least taken her knee and shoulder pads off.
She turned to him and George saw that she had a nice bruise on her eye. At twelve, George wasn't sure how to react.
“I didn't do that, did I..?” he asked feeling guilty if a stray bludger that he hit may have collided with her face.
“No, it wasn't you. Dad came to visit and he doesn't like losing,” Y/N muttered. George's face went pale when he realized what she meant. He only imagined the cruelty of the Malfoys up until now, but he thought that even Lucius loved his children. He didn't know what to do. Lucius was a powerful man, and there's no way he stood a chance against him. He didn't know how to help her and it killed him.
“Y/N... I had no idea... You should tell someone, a teacher! I'm sure Professor McGonagall would—” George began, but was interrupted by that same teacher's voice.
“Mister Weasley, Miss Malfoy, what on earth are you two doing this late? It's nearly curfew,” she said.
“Professor, Y/N's in t—” George began, but Y/N interrupted him.
“I'm fine, George. I'll see you around. Congratulations, good game,” Y/N said and walked away.
Once she was out of sight, George turned to McGonagall. “Professor, you have to help her. Malfoy beats her. His own child!”
McGonagall sighed and hung her head. “As much as I want to help, I cannot. Only the head of house is able to intervene like that and unfortunately if Miss Malfoy isn't going to come forward to Professor Snape, there is nothing I or you can do.”
“But she's a student! You're a teacher, you have to be able to do SOMETHING!” George pleaded with her as they made their way back to the Gryffindor common room.
“As I said before Mister Weasley, there is nothing we can do until Miss Malfoy decides for herself. My advice to you is to be a friend to her. Merlin knows she needs someone like you,” McGonagall said. George stormed up to his room and threw his gear onto the bed.
“What's got you in a knot?” Fred asked.
“Malfoy. He beats his own kid,” George grumbled and changed into his pajamas for the night. “Y/N's got a shiner only a grown man could give.”
Fred was silent, but George could feel his rage. George went to bed that night vowing to be the best friend he could to Y/N and the three of them found themselves inseparable for the rest of the year. They shared letters over the summer after George begged Y/N to come stay with them, but her father would never allow it, so they kept in touch nearly every day.
When the sorting ceremony began for their third year at Hogwarts, George could tell Y/N was nervous. He kept sending her encouraging looks from across the tables, but he soon realized why she looked upset.
“Draco Malfoy,” McGonagall called out. George looked over and saw a small first-year step up to the sorting hat. He looked nothing like his sister, but everything like his father. He had a sneer on his face and the sorting hat barely touched his head before bellowing out Slytherin. George thought back to when Y/N had been sorted. He remembered being so nervous that it didn't even register that her last name was Malfoy, but he knew the sorting hat had been on her head for a few minutes before reluctantly saying Slytherin.
Draco made his way over to his sister and sat next to her. She smiled at him and nodded encouragingly, which seemed to help Draco relax a bit. He wondered what their relationship was like. He knew how he got along with his younger siblings, but he couldn't imagine how that family dynamic differed.
“You didn't tell us you had a kid brother,” Fred said to her during Herbology.
“You never asked,” Y/N shrugged with a cheeky grin. George let out a laugh.
“Is he anything like you?” George asked and their hands gently brushed as they both reached for the plant. George let his hand linger on hers for a moment.
Y/N shook her head and went about examining the leaves. “We used to be close, but... Once I got into Hogwarts, he started to be a daddy's boy and, well...”
Fred and George nodded in understanding. Throughout the year, Y/N and Draco would be seen eating together and George hoped that Y/N would be able to mend the relationship with her brother. It wouldn't seem that way, though, for at the beginning of their fourth year in Diagon Alley, the Weasleys had a run-in with the Malfoys.
“Oh look, Potter! Got yourself a girlfriend!” Draco teased after Ginny daringly stood up to him.
“Draco, you little shit, leave them alone,” Y/N said from beside him. “And go buy that book you just destroyed.”
“No need to be so pushy, Y/N,” a sickeningly deep and silky voice said from behind Y/N before George could greet her. Y/N's face dropped and she stood submissively behind her father. George's blood boiled at the sight of Lucius Malfoy. He had seen the bruises the man had left on his dear friend and it took every bit of strength within him to not tackle him right then. Fred looped his arm with George's to keep him from bolting forward until the Malfoys left the shop. Y/N looked back apologetically, but was then yanked away by her father's forceful hand. George saw red as he went to run after her and probably hex Lucius in the meantime, but Fred held him back with a shake of his head.
“You can't always be a hero, George,” Fred muttered. George didn't calm down until the three of them had found a compartment on the train.
“Are you alright?” George asked Y/N and sat next to her. She nodded.
“I'm sorry about him. He's...” Y/N trailed off. George looked at her with concern and gently took her hand in his. Y/N smiled slightly and allowed him to hold her hand with his gentle and soft touch.
“Awful?”
“Horrible?”
“Bigoted?”
“Evil?”
“Atrocious?”
Y/N smiled and shook her head with a small laugh at the twins' sounding off insults about her father. His hatred only burned brighter for the Malfoy patriarch when Y/N returned from Christmas holiday wincing every time she breathed. George was extra careful with her—he didn't want to hurt her worse, but he wanted her to know that his touch was one she could count on to be gentle and loving.
“Y/N you should go to Madam Pomfrey... looks like it's getting worse,” Fred said after he had made her laugh with a joke. Y/N shook her head, then bit her lip and looked at them.
“Would one of you be willing to... check?” Y/N said. “Just for a minute to make sure it's not.. worse...”
George's heart clenched and he got up from the table with her hand in his. Fred sent him and encouraging look and hung his head with furrowed brows. George knew Fred would cover for them and they headed into the abandoned girl's bathroom.
George's heart pounded as Y/N locked the door behind them and started to take her robes off to show him her injuries. He felt his breath hitch and his chest was filled with emotions. As she lifted her button-up shirt and Slytherin tie, he saw numerous dark purple, black, and green bruises along her abdomen. It was a shocking sight, and George felt his eyes well up with tears as she turned her back to show him the worst of it. Almost every part of her back was covered in linear and round bruises. He couldn't imagine what she had been through, and he wanted to kill Lucius.
“Well..? Do you see any blood?” Y/N asked.
“No, but... your whole back is purple, love...” he said and gingerly grazed his fingers along her spine. “You should go to Madam Pomfrey, please... I'll go with you.”
“No, she'll just tell Snape and then I'll get it even worse over summer,” Y/N protested.
“I don't know how it could get worse than this,” George said aloud. Y/N put herself back together and faced him with a serious expression that told George she knew it could get worse. He hurt for her and reached out to grip her hands in his. He held them for a moment and rubbed the tops of her knuckles with his thumbs.
“I can't let you go back,” he told her.
“You have to...” Y/N said. She squeezed his hands and gave him a warm smile, then left the bathroom with him gently holding her hand.
~*~
After a small argument between Oliver Wood and Marcus Flint over the Quidditch field, Draco was revealed to be the new Slytherin Seeker, which Fred and George rolled their eyes at.
“At least nobody on the Gryffindor team had to buy their way in. They all got in on pure talent,” Hermione interjected.
“Nobody asked your opinion, you filthy little Mudblood,” Draco spat.
“Draco!” Y/N gasped in disbelief and disapproval. George's jaw clenched as he saw Draco turn to her with a dark expression.
“Eat slugs!” Ron said and flicked his wand, but was sent backward. The Gryffindor team rushed to Ron and George noticed that Y/N had followed rather than staying behind with her brother and teammates who were laughing uncontrollably. George looked at her just in time for her to make a disgusted face as his younger brother puked up a slug.
“Fraternizing with the Weasleys, eh, Y/N? Father won't be pleased with that... Disgraceful,” Draco taunted. Y/N looked back at him and threw her broomstick at her brother's feet.
“This may come as a shock to you, but I'm not interested in pleasing him. I quit,” she said through her teeth and stormed off. Fred and George shared a look for a moment and ran after her.
“Y/N! Y/N wait!” Fred called. It wasn't until they reached the Black Lake that Y/N finally stopped and sank to her knees. George approached her with gentle caution and placed a hand on her shoulder.
“Y/N...? Love..?” George asked her. She looked at him with tears running down her face.
“I never even wanted to be on the team, and now he's got them all under his thumb,” Y/N sobbed. George looked back at Fred, who shrugged.
“It's going to be okay,” George said and gently patted her back.
“I was supposed to be in Ravenclaw, you know. I begged the sorting hat to put me in Slytherin because I was so scared that if I wasn't I'd never be allowed home,” Y/N cried. “And now Draco's made it okay to use that horrible language—did you see that poor girl's face?!”
George didn't know what to do, but he wanted to take her pain away. She sat down on the grass and hung her head so her chin touched her chest and shook with tears. Fred walked over and the two of them shared a look of hopelessness before wrapping their arms around her. She placed her hands on each of their arms and rested her head on George's bicep. Fred rubbed her back gently and George held her close.
~*~
It was their seventh year at Hogwarts now, and Y/N had barely written to the twins over the summer, and George was anxious to see her. With the impending threat of Voldemort's return, George wondered how the Malfoys had treated her and worried about her almost constantly. He saw her sit next to her brother in a solemn manner at the Slytherin table. He was now taller than her and he reminded George very much of Lucius. The way Y/N stood behind him was all too familiar and George hated himself for not forcing her to come stay with them after Cedric's murder. Y/N looked up at George and as soon as they made eye contact, she looked away in fear. He looked suspiciously at Draco, who smirked and patted his sister's shoulder. George's stomach went sick and he barely ate anything that night. It was several months into the school year and it seemed that Draco had been tasked with keeping Y/N in line. Every time Fred or George wanted to talk to Y/N, Draco would somehow appear and shoo them away from his sister. It wasn't until just before summer break that George was able to get Y/N alone.
It was just past curfew and George knew he shouldn't be out of bed, but he didn't care. He needed to get to the Slytherin common room and see Y/N. Things had gone from bad to worse at Hogwarts and he had to make sure she was okay.
As he passed one of the courtyards, he saw someone on a bench and heard sobs. He recognized the voice and he nearly flew over to her and placed his arms around Y/N. She must have recognized his embrace immediately because her arms flung around him and he held her close.
“I've missed you so much...” Y/N said. His heart swelled and he pulled her closer to him. He placed his face in the crook of her neck and breathed her in. He hadn't realized how much he'd missed her and longed for her touch until this moment when he had her in his arms again. He pulled back to look at her face and left one arm still wrapped around her while the other reached up and placed a hand on her cheek.
“What's wrong, darling?” he asked and wiped her tears. Y/N shook her head.
“He wants me to be a Death Eater... He's going to make me get a dark mark this holiday, I can't... I don't want that,” Y/N said through sobs. “I have no choice, George, he's going to kill me if I don't do it...”
George shook his head. There is no way he would allow this. This was the last straw. “No, you're coming to live with me and Fred. It's safe there.”
Y/N shook her head. “I couldn't... Draco would catch on.”
“You know I want you, right?” he said surprising himself. “I don't know that I've ever tried to hide it, but I need you to know for certain that you're the one for me.”
Y/N looked at him and her face crumpled into despair. “We can't, George... My family would kill you, there's nothing I can do...”
“Do you love me?”
“What?”
“Do you love me?” George repeated in desperation. He searched her eyes for any indication, and he found tears swimming in them and falling down her cheeks.
“Of course I do, George, but we—”
“Then we'll leave tomorrow. Fred and I will cause a distraction, and we'll head off. Draco's taking his OWLs tomorrow with the rest of the fifth years, yes? Well, we'll stow away then. You managed to get away from him tonight,” George reasoned and held her shoulders gently. Y/N thought it over and looked up at George.
“What about you and Fred? Graduation and everything, you'd miss it,” Y/N asked. George shook his head.
“You are the most important thing to me, do you understand? You're everything,” he said and held her face in his hand once more. Y/N's expression softened and George looked into her eyes to tell her that he was being honest and true to her. She nodded and George smiled.
“You better get back, Fred and I will come and get you tomorrow. Pack a bag, but don't be too obvious,” George instructed. Y/N nodded and smiled at him.
“Thank you, George...” she said. George swallowed hard and pulled her close to his chest, then kissed the top of her head and poured his love into it. She looked up at him after a beat and her eyes flicked from his eyes to his lips. George's heart was beating nearly out of his chest and the words he'd been longing to say were bubbling to the surface, but not coming out. Throwing caution to the wind, he shook his head slightly and pressed his lips to hers. He held the back of her head with one hand and pulled her body close to his with the other, and he felt her fingers tangle in his ginger locks. He remembered each night he yearned for her safety and the touches he gave her to reassure her that he was there over the years and put all of those feelings into this kiss. He didn't know if she meant this kiss the same way he did, but he didn't care. He poured his soul into that kiss it seemed and he drank in every move of her lips and every flick of her tongue that she gave. He knew they didn't have much time before Draco would catch on to Y/N being gone, so he ended the kiss before he wanted to.
“Tomorrow,” he promised as he broke away. Y/N nodded and George noticed her lips were swollen slightly from their kiss. They parted ways and George could hear his heart in his ears as he took the passageways back to his dorm. He was thrilled that he'd finally shown the girl of his dreams how he felt, and he was overjoyed to tell Fred of the plan.
“You alright, mate?” Fred asked when George slipped back into the room. George, slightly lovestruck and coming down from the high that was his first kiss with Y/N, nodded.
“We're busting Y/N out tomorrow and we're leaving,” George told him. Fred eyed him and smiled.
“So that's why you look like that. Wait, you snogged her, didn't you? Don't lie to me, now, I can see her gloss on your lip,” Fred said and pointed to George's lower lip. He pressed his lips together and licked the small bit of watermelon gloss she had left away.
“She was just saying thank you,” George reasoned and began to pack a bag full of his things.
“Oh I'm sure all of those longing glances and excuses to touch her totally slipped right past her,” Fred said sarcastically and mirrored George's actions with his own bag. George scoffed and rolled his eyes.
The morning after, Fred and George skipped all of their classes and followed Y/N from a distance. She was being escorted by two older Slytherins that George and Fred noticed to be seventh years.  Once it struck ten in the morning, they knew the OWLs had started. The two Slytherins were stationed outside of the charms classroom where Y/N resided inside.
“And what are you two doing?” McGonagall asked from beside them as Fred and George watched on.
“Draco's busy, so we're looking after Y/N in there,” one of them said to her. “Umbridge gave us passes.”
“Well, I say we have a talk with her then about the importance of student attendance per the Ministry's policy, hmm? Let's go,” McGonagall said and pulled the boys away from the door. They reluctantly left their posts and McGonagall made eye contact with George and flicked her head towards the classroom with a wink.
“Did you?” George asked Fred.
“No, did you?”
“No.”
They smiled and ran into the classroom as fast as they could.
“Sorry, Professor Flitwick!” Fred said and they quickly found Y/N. George helped her up and she looked slightly alarmed and put her backpack on.
“We're on a rescue mission,” George said and gripped Y/N's hand.
“Oh-um.. By all means,” Flitwick said and waved them out. “Good luck.”
“We always loved your class!” Fred said and the three of them ran out of the room.
“Accio cleansweep!” they said as they ran towards where Umbridge chained their brooms up. With a loud clang, two brooms flew through the hallways and Fred and George mounted their brooms in midair. George held his hand out for Y/N and she took it with a smile.
“Hold on tight, my love,” he told her. She nodded and gripped around his waist as they sped off toward the great hall.
“Ready, Fred?”
“Ready, George!”
The pair tossed each other various explosives as they ransacked the hall and disrupted the students. They sent a flash bomb to shatter all of Umbridge's ridiculous decrees, and set off fireworks in the sky of the hall. As a finale, they sent a dragon after Umbridge and the entire school was out in the courtyard to watch in glee at Umbridge's horrified face. They painted their logo in the sky as a final farewell to the school they loved. In the crowd, George spotted Draco, who looked extremely angry. George flipped him the bird and they sped off to the Burrow.
After all of the chaos and a fairly long broom flight, they landed at the Burrow with smiles. George helped Y/N dismount and the three of them shared a big hug.
“Thank you... I owe you,” Y/N said. Fred shook his head.
“You would have done the same for us,” he said. George nodded.
“Besides... We've got a business to plan if you're interested,” George said with a wink.
Y/N smiled and nodded. The three of them walked into the house and Y/N seemed to be in awe.
“I know it's no mansion like you're used to, but... we make do,” George said, suddenly feeling bashful about the stark difference from what Y/N must be used to as calling home.
“It's perfect...” she said with her eyes glued to the towering house. George smiled and looked at her with love in his eyes. He slipped his hand into hers and Y/N looked down at their hands and then back up at George, who had a quizzical look on his face as if he were asking permission. Y/N smiled and locked their fingers together, then they entered the house.
“What on earth are you two doing here?! Oh, hello there, dear, I don't believe we've met. Did my boys kidnap you? Oh I knew you two would do something like this one day,” Molly said once they entered the house.
“This is our friend, Y/N... We couldn't take it anymore, Mum. Umbridge was making a prison out of the school. We figured missing the last month of our last year wouldn't hurt us. And Y/N... well...” Fred began and then stopped and looked at Y/N.
“I'm so sorry to intrude... Your sons saved me from a terrible fate, I owe them, and you, my life,” Y/N said. Molly's face fell.
“Oh dear, you're the Malfoy girl, aren't you?” Molly said with a hurt expression. “You can stay as long as you need, dear. I'm glad at least one person in that family has sense... Well, your father should be back from work at any moment now and we'll all have dinner, yes?”
“Oh I'm starving,” George said. He went to walk up to his room and put his things down and pulled Y/N along with him for their hands were still interlocked.
“So this is your room...” Y/N concluded and smiled at the boys' decorated room.
“We've got a bed for you!” Fred said and with a wave of his wand he made a bed appear in the middle of theirs with the mattresses almost touching.
When it was time for dinner, the four Weasleys sat down and Y/N sat between Fred and George.
“Never thought I'd see a Malfoy sat at my table, but from what I've heard, you're more like a Weasley anyway,” Arthur said with a smile to Y/N.
“Thank you for letting me stay here... You have no idea what you've saved me from,” Y/N said.
“I know very well how cruel your father can be, my dear. I hope you feel safe here. So boys... you've secured a place in Diagon Alley?” Arthur responded and changed the subject.
“Oh yeah! Right at the corner when you walk in, can't miss it!” Fred said with his mouth full.
“Excellent!” Arthur said and tucked into his food.
George smiled as he watched Y/N eat his mum's shepherd's pie like she hadn't eaten in days. For all he knew she hadn't. He took his own bites and made eye contact with his mum, who gave him a knowing look. He shook his head and blushed—the woman was too observant.
That night, George got himself ready for bed while Y/N showered in the bathroom adjacent to their room.
“You boys did a very brave thing today. Stupid, but brave and noble...” Arthur said on his way to retire for the night.
Fred and George shared a look and smiled at each other.
“We finally did it, we got her out,” Fred remarked. George smiled and nodded. Now all he had to do was tell her how he felt. When Y/N returned from the bathroom, she was wearing the shirt George had lent her and he smiled at her. Fred excused himself for a bit to give them privacy.
“How are you feeling?” George said and walked over to her. He pulled her hands to his and felt her soft skin in his palms. His eyes traveled up her arms and he saw faint bruises that resembled handprints, he assumed from being hauled around the school by her brother or his goons.
“I'm okay, I think... I'm glad I'm here with you,” she said and looked up at him. George smiled and guided her over to her bed.
“I'm sure you're exhausted, love,” he said as he sat on his mattress and she sat on hers.
“Yeah a little bit...” she said and bit her lip. George looked at her with concern.
“You're safe here, we all are. I promise,” he told her as he looked into her eyes.
“I know... I just... George, did you mean what you said yesterday?” she asked with a look of hope in her eyes.
George smiled and held her cheek. “Every word.”
Y/N smiled. “Good...”
~*~
The battle of Hogwarts was over. Harry was dead and George was sure he was about lose his life, too. He held Y/N's hand as tightly as he could and rubbed his hand over the ring that he'd placed on her finger not two months ago. They had lost so many today and he'd be damned if he lost his love, too. He'd die before he let her be cursed or killed.
“Draco... Draco! Draco, come,” Lucius spat at his son and beckoned him to join the Death Eaters.
George could see Y/N looking at her younger brother. Almost all eyes were on Draco and the boy looked torn. He looked over to where his sister stood. Y/N held George's hand and he could tell that they had made eye contact. Fred stood defensively with his brother.
“No... This has gone on long enough... I turned on the only person in my family I ever cared about, but I won't do it a second time,” Draco said and made his way over to Y/N as the Death Eaters stared in shock at Draco's insolence.
George stood in front of Y/N protectively, but she let go of his hand and stood in front of Draco.
“I'm sorry,” Draco said. Y/N wrapped her arms around her taller brother and he accepted her hug with his own.
“Avada kedavra!” George heard Lucius shout and the crowd erupted in chaos as Draco fell to the ground on top of Y/N.
“No! Y/N!! Y/N!!” Fred and George screamed for her. With panicked and shaking hands, they moved Draco's body off of her. George barely glanced at Draco's dead form and went to check Y/N.
“I'm okay...” Y/N said, which sent a wave of relief through him. George barely had time to register that Harry wasn't dead and Voldemort was throwing curses all around in frustration and anger that his adversary had bested him.
“Where are you going?!” George yelled after Y/N, who had sprinted off after her father. She dodged Voldemort's aimless explosions and made her way to the bridge.
“Go after her! I'll pull Draco into the hall!” Fred instructed. Without another thought, George ran after her and caught up just as she disarmed her father on the bridge that connected Hogwarts and the outside world.
“Expeliarmus!” she shouted and his wand flew into the ravine.
“I knew you'd turn out to be no good, but I'd rather Draco dead than sink to the depths you've sunk,” Lucius seethed.
“SHUT UP!” Y/N bellowed through tears. “You're going to Azkaban where you belong.”
Lucius laughed. “And who's going to make me? Two blood traitors?”
“Crucio!” Y/N cursed and Lucius fell onto the stone. Narcissa watched in horror and covered her sobs with her mouth at her husband's cries of pain.
“Y/N, stop... this isn't you,” George calmed with a hand on her shoulder.
“He killed my brother just as we were going to make progress. Now I'll never have that. He's ruined my life too many times for me to just let him get away,” Y/N said, continuing her curse.
“Love...” George said as he saw her eyes flood with tears and spill over onto her cheeks. He lowered her wand for her and she let him. With a flick of his wand and a muttered spell, Lucius was under the body-bind hex indefinitely. George turned her head to face his. “You're not that person.”
Y/N sobbed and George pulled her into his chest. They were there for several minutes before Fred caught up to them. He had a smile on his face as dawn broke.
“Voldemort's dead! Up in smoke. Harry's done it!” Fred said with a smile. He knelt down and held his brother and future sister in law.
Y/N composed herself long enough to watch her mother and father be hauled away with the rest of the remaining Death Eaters. George held onto her the whole time. They made their way back tot he Great Hall and Y/N sat next to Draco's body and held his hand. She said nothing, and George sat with her for as long as it took the rest of the Order to move the bodies to the mortuary, including his. Y/N took  deep breath and leaned against George.
“I want to go home,” Y/N said. George nodded and held her hand as they walked off the grounds, then apparated back to their flat above Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. There weren't words spoken between them, but George made every effort to have Y/N exert none. He undressed her and turned the bath on for them, then helped her in and supported her against him. He used a loofah and her favorite soap to wash the sweat, dirt, and blood from her body and he noticed that she had gained a few scrapes and bruises, but nothing too serious, thankfully. After washing himself, he rinsed them both off and drew a fresh bath of warm soapy water for them to relax in.
“George?” Y/N said in a small voice.
“Hm?” he responded as he mindlessly rubbed her arm with his fingers.
“Do you think less of me?” she asked. George sat up slightly and looked at her.
“Now what makes you say that?” he asked.
“I've dreamed of cursing Lucius for years...” she said.
“You and everyone else in this family, my dear,” George said and leaned his head back and closed his eyes enjoying the warmth of her skin and the water around him.
“I'm serious.”
“So am I.”
Y/N rested her head on his damp and bare chest, and George smiled and wrapped an arm around her. When they got out of the tub, Y/N seemed to be feeling better, and she greeted Fred with a warm hug when he returned to their shared flat. He retired to his room and George was sure he had the same sort of bath that George and Y/N shared earlier. It was dark outside and George wasn't really sure what time it was, but he and Y/N were tucked into bed. He held her close against his chest and her body perfectly conformed to him as it often had. In a few moments, he felt her soft and even breathing against him and he smiled knowing that she was sleeping. He kissed her forehead and thanked the stars that he was able to have her in his life.
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feel something pt 5 - jj maybank
On the outside, you’re a kook princess with a seemingly perfect life and a perfect family. The expectations are suffocating you, to the point where the only thing you feel is numb. You’re chasing different coping mechanisms in order to feel something. Until a chance encounter with a certain blond pogue you know you’re supposed to hate gives rise to a different kind of feeling.
Warnings: angst, toxic behaviour, poor coping mechanisms, drug usage, mentions of sex, mentions of suicidal ideations (brief), Rafe being a grade a asshole, shitty parents, abuse
Pairings: JJ x reader (eventually), Rafe x reader (slight)
Words: 3.9k
A/N: I have finally delivered more than three lines of JJ content, yall are welcome. Also a little baby bit of angst, but that’s the name of my fic game. I just love Chick sm, protect my small bean 2k20. 
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You don’t know how Chick knows, but she does.
That night, she crawls into bed with you, desperately seeking your comfort as her worldview crumbles around her. You can relate, you were about her age the first time you realized that most kid’s parents don’t scream at them like they’re the scum of the earth. The major difference being you were the oldest and you didn’t have anyone to comfort you. With that thought in mind, you make a promise to yourself that you will never let Chick feel a quarter of the shit you went through.
You let her curl into you, arms clutching you tightly, head tucked into your shoulder. One hand of yours smooths her hair, the other holding her just as closely. “Sister day tomorrow?” you ask her quietly. Her only response is a slight nodding of her head against your neck, so you ask, “what do you want to do? The whole day is your choice.”
“Surfing and gumbo.” She mumbles and you can’t help but smile. If your baby sister is one thing, it’s predictable.
“Sure thing bub. Bright and early tomorrow,” you warn her, left hand fumbling to grab your phone from under your pillow before setting an alarm for six am.
She’s out like a light, no response to you. You close your eyes tightly, heart breaking for your little sister. You have trouble sleeping that night, every shifting movement and slight sigh that escaped Chick had you on high alert. Add on to that the guilt of the prior night, the warmth you felt when you thought of having Sarah back and the confusion of what was going on between you and JJ… you didn’t sleep for longer than half an hour at a time.
Six am came early that next morning, predictably right when you thought you might finally be falling asleep. Despite your exhaustion, you were looking forward to spending some quality time with your baby sister. You changed quickly in the dark, letting Chick sleep in an extra ten minutes as you flicked through your bathing suits looking for a bikini top that was a little more secure to withstand some choice waves if you caught any.
“Rise and shine, Chick!” You cheerfully shouted, flicking on the light. She groaned and raised the comforter over head, but you laughed and tore it right off the bed. “C’mon you’re the one who wanted to go surfing and you know the morning is the best.”
She grumbled a bit, but quickly darted to her bedroom to change. You met her in the hallway, smiling to yourself when you spotted her wearing the pink and blue rashguard you had gotten her for her birthday. “Alright, let’s go!” you cheered and raced her down the steps, quickly grabbing your keys from the little bowl that sat on the console table in the entranceway.
“And where are the two of you going?” Your mother sat on the front porch swing, sipping on a large cup of what you assumed to be coffee, raising a single eyebrow at your bikini and jean short combo.
“Sister day,” Chick replied before you could, “Surfing and gumbo.”
Your mothers harsh gaze softened upon gazing at her youngest daughter, smiling before waving the both of you off, telling you to have fun. You grinned at Chick and hopped into your jeep, handing her your phone to queue up a spotify playlist. The two of you goofed off and giggled the whole way to the beach, almost as if the events of the past week hadn’t happened at all.
Upon arriving at the beach, you hopped out of the driver seat and quickly took down your boards from the roof rack, handing Chick hers before setting off onto the beach. You had chosen to drive into pogue territory both for the convenience of hitting up the Wreck after and to avoid a certain kook who had made a certain confession. Plus, it was nice to be judged based on your surfing ability (or lack thereof) rather than how expensive your surfboard was.
Entering the water always felt like coming home. From the first toe dip until you were waist-deep in the ocean, it was like your entire body came alive. There was no feeling like it, when you were a kid your dad had joked that you were a mermaid. You used to spend all day in the water, coming out all pruny and honestly slightly dehydrated, but so, so happy. You and Chick paddled side by side into deeper water, and you sat up on your board to let Chick take the first crack at it. You can’t help but giggle when she wipes out approximately five seconds after popping up. She sputters and throws you an offended glance as she resurfaces.
“Let’s see you do better then,” she yelled at you with as much sass as she could muster so early in the morning.
You grinned at her, eyes watching the rolling water waiting for an appropriate wave. Finally spotting one, you started paddling to try and catch the wave before it breaks. Hopping up on your board by pushing your body up and tucking your feet under you, you stood on your board knees bent and arms relaxed, with your torso leaned forward to help balance. You couldn’t help showing off for Chick; angling your board across the wave, you leant into the turn before shifting your body weight to your front foot, letting your board slide down the face of the wave in a tail slide. You heard Chick whoop, cheering you on, causing your grin to widen.
Returning to her, you both floated on your board side by side for a few minutes, watching the waves crest and break. “Alright little Chick, your turn again, unless you want to ride the white water, I won’t judge.” She gave you a look and you just grinned at her again.
She started paddling towards a smaller wave than the one you rode, and you couldn’t help but cheer when she managed to stand on her board and ride the wave straight in. You hooted and hollered with no care in the world, celebrating your baby sister not eating shit. She was laughing on the shore line as you paddled back towards the shore to meet her.
“Not bad tail spin, y/l/n” you looked up to see JJ Maybank staring at you.
“Oh! Uhm, thank you,” you mumbled, suddenly self-conscious as his gaze traced your body.
“That was a pretty bad wipeout earlier, pretty brave of you to ride that wave after that Little y/l/n” he complimented Chick. At least, you think it was a compliment, it was a little back-handed after all.
Chick being Chick just grinned and said thanks.
“Are you goofy foot naturally, or do you just do it because y/n does?” he asked her seriously.
She looked at him in confusion, “Goofy foot?”
“He means which foot you put forward. I lead with my left,” you explained. A look that was suspiciously close to shock briefly flashed on his face, before he recovered and grinned.
“I don’t know, I guess I just copied y/n,” she admitted, face reddening a little.
“Don’t be embarrassed, Little y/l/n, but why don’t you try putting your right foot forward instead and see if that’s more of a natural stance for you.” He advised her. She looked to you, and you just smiled and shrugged at her.
“Alright, watch this you guys!” She shouted and headed back into the water.
You sat down on your towel, watching Chick take JJ’s corrections seriously as she chased a few waves. “Thank you,” you said a little reluctantly to the blond sitting next to you, his eyes trained on your sister.
He broke his gaze to turn his head to you, “’Course, gotta unteach her your bad habits.” You gasped and shoved him playfully. “Just kidding, your technique is basically perfect.”
It was your turn to turn a little red. You weren’t used to compliments without any ulterior motives. “Thanks, but it’s not that good.”
“What are you talking about? You’re amazing out there.” He complimented you again, causing your cheeks to get redder.
“Oh, look at Chick she’s going for that wave,” You pointed out at your sister, hoping to deflect some attention to her.
“She’s a quick learner,” he commented. You smiled, more than a little proud of your sister.
“She gets that from me,” you bragged, and he laughed, throwing his head back. Your mind briefly wondered what it would be like to run your fingers through his wavy hair before you snapped out of it. “You know, I think this is the longest you’ve gone without calling me princess.”
“I could call you princess if you want, princess,” he smirked at you, but you shook your head quickly.
“Y/n is just fine,” you told him as Chick came running at the two of you.
“Did you see that?” She yelled, “that was awesome!” She stuck her board in the sand before launching herself at you. You laughed, catching her on your lap, listening patiently as she babbled on about how amazing that felt. JJ found himself watching you, thinking this was the most expression he had seen you show, with the exception of your high freak out which he tried not to think about in all honesty. Chick seemed to remember JJ was there, turning to him and thanking him profusely before inviting him to the Wreck with the two of you, “We’re going to get gumbo next, you should come with!”
You sputtered, sure that JJ had better things to do than hang out with you and your little sister, “Oh, I’m sure JJ has other pl-“ you started to tell her but he quickly cut you off.
“Nah, I’ve got no where to be, count me in.” He told Chick, smirking at you causing you to roll your eyes slightly.
“Alright alright,” you sighed before pushing Chick off of you, “dry off a bit first I don’t want you dripping all over my seats.”
JJ had no problem sliding into your backseat, sitting in the middle and leaning forward so that his upper body rested against the center console. You found his closeness a little distracting but you would never admit that, so instead you snapped at him and told him to “put on his seatbelt or you would slam on the breaks so hard he would go through the windshield”. He had grinned like he knew the real reason you wanted him to sit back, which only served to irritate you.
You couldn’t help but think what your parents would say if they knew a pogue was sitting in the back seat of the car they bought you. The more you thought about it, you realized you didn’t really care what they thought. JJ had been kind to Chick and you were just returning the favor. That’s it.
“So what is Chick short for?” JJ asks through a mouthful of french fries, several minutes later sitting across from you and your sister at the Wreck.
“Chicken nugget,” you answer gleefully, stealing a fry. You laugh at JJ’s wide eyes, practically seeing the thought bubble over his head as he considers the stupidity of kook names. 
Chick laughs, throwing a fry at you, before responding to JJ, “No it’s not. It’s not short for anything, and it’s not actually my name”
“I came up with it,” you tell him proudly, “Our parents wanted me to be a part of the name decision and let’s just say I was a really creative four year old.”
JJ laughs loudly at that, tipping his chair back on the back two legs. You’re about to tell him off, when Kiara appears out of nowhere to shove his chair back into a regular position. She looks a little confused at seeing JJ hanging out with you and your sister, but she doesn’t look shocked. “I told you not to do that, JJ. It scuffs the floors,” she huffs impatiently at him, before turning to the other side of the table where you sat by chick.
Before she could say anything, you realized this was probably your best opportunity to try and mend the fence you had smashed through with Sarah. “Hey Kie, do you think we could talk?” You asked her timidly. For a second you were afraid she was going to tell you to fuck off, but her eyes flickered towards Chick and she must have thought swearing in front of a thirteen year old wasn’t a good look.
“What about Chick?” Was all she asked, causing you to pull your bottom lip between your teeth as you looked at JJ. The corner of his mouth upturned a little as he shrugged and said he could handle your sister for a few minutes. She threw a French fry at him for that and shooed you and Kie off.
Kie didn’t bother taking off her apron, leading you out to the back alley before turning to you sharply, “You wanted to talk? So talk.”
“I just wanted to say I’m sorry. For how I’ve acted this week and… how I acted before. I’m so sorry that I just followed Sarah instead of trying to stick up for you. It’s just she’s been my best friend since birth and I was scared to lose her, which is really stupid because I ended up losing her anyway-“
“It was really shitty of you,” Kie admitted, looking you in the eye, “I thought we were friends and you dropped me like I was last year’s Gucci or something.”
“I know, and you don’t know how badly I’ve regretted not sticking up for you. You were just like such a good person and such a good friend and I really did you wrong,” you think she’s starting to break a little, her eyes have softened and she’s almost got a smile on her face. “Seriously, Kie, I’m so so sorry –“
Kie cut off your rambling by throwing her arms around you, surprising you completely. “I really missed you.” She pulled back to look at you in the eyes, “but if you ever do me like that again I won’t be so forgiving next time.” You laugh and hug her back tightly, promising her you won’t hurt her again.
“About that stuff you said about your parents…” she awkwardly trails off, but you just shrug a shoulder at her as if to say ‘what are you gonna do’. “Just, I’m sorry and I hope you know you can always come to me if it gets bad like that again.”
“I will,” you promise, before linking arms with her and leading her back to the table where surprisingly JJ hasn’t done anything too stupid in Chick’s presence. The four of you split the French fries on the table, laughing the afternoon away and it all feels… so normal. The empty feeling in your chest is replaced with a feeling of warmth spreading through your bones.
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You’re sitting around a fire with the pogues as a boneyard party rages on around you. Despite their initial misgivings about the Kook Princess, and your initial underlying resentment towards them for being good enough for Sarah when you weren’t, they’re nice to you. Welcoming, even. You wouldn’t call it friendship, despite hashing it out with Sarah and Kie, you���re not naïve enough to think a few conversations make you one of them. But the lack of the term princess being spoken aloud is a start.
As you tip your head back and empty the last few drops of your red solo cup, you see Sarah’s eyes flicker to you. She thinks she’s being subtle, but you’ve never known any Cameron, even one with pogue instincts, to be subtle. Sarah is more bull in the china shop than discrete. You know she hasn’t really been drinking tonight, nursing the same cup for over half an hour at this point. You feel a little bad that she’s not enjoying all that a boneyard party has to offer, but there’s another feeling in your chest that you can only describe as “the warm and fuzzies”. Knowing that Sarah is going to do anything she can to show you that she still cares about you is touching.
“I’m gonna go grab a refill, does anyone want?” You offer the group.
“Do you want anyone to go with you?” Sarah asks, she figures she can’t offer to go with you or you might notice her still full cup. You watch her not so subtly look in JJ’s direction, but he’s got his eyes cast out towards the sea, watching the waves crash onto the shore.
“I’ll be fine, Sarah. The keg is just right there,” you point with your now empty cup. “I’ll be right back.”
Carefully navigating the Boneyard is a little difficult in your current state of inebriation, but you reach the keg just fine without any major issues. The major issue shows up just when you’ve finished filling your cup from the keg and stop to take a long sip.
“Really, y/n? A pogue? A fucking pogue?” Rafe Cameron spits at you and glares, “You chose a dirty pogue over me?”
Rolling your eyes, you reply, “What the fuck are you talking about? I didn’t choose anyone?”
“Oh really? Because I saw you y/n. I saw you with him.” He accuses.
“What are you talking about?” You repeat, your annoyance growing with every word that leaves his mouth.
“JJ fucking Maybank. I saw you having lunch with him and Chick.” He all but growls. Oh. That’s what he’s fucking mad about?
“Are you fucking kidding me?” You laugh humourlessly, “I bought him fucking French fries because Chick invited him to lunch after he taught her a few tricks on his surf board. Not that it matters, what I do or don’t do and who I do it with doesn’t fucking concern you!”
He pauses thoughtfully, obviously enjoying the thought that it wasn’t a date, but he can’t stop thinking about the way you were looking at JJ. The way he thought you would look at him. “I thought we had something.” He admits quietly.
“Had something?” You ask incredulously, “What the fuck Rafe, all we had was you giving me fucking cocaine and fucking me a couple of times.” You think you see a flash of guilt, but regular Rafe is back in a second.
“Right, when you let me fuck you the day after you let Topper have you, like the little slut you are.” He answers darkly. Your mouth opens in indignation. Rafe is the fucking worst. His moods are giving you whiplash, yesterday he’s telling you that he cares about you and today he’s calling you a slut? So, yeah fucking your way around Figure Eight – not your proudest moment, but you were fucking spiraling. And you know Rafe isn’t innocent, more hookups than he can probably remember. Fucking hypocrite.
You’re on him in a second, perfectly manicured nail pressed right against his chest as you yell back, “Fuck off Rafe, you have no right to say anything to me, you don’t own me!” You almost can’t control your anger, you’re practically vibrating with it.
“He can’t give you shit, you know that right?” He raises a lone eyebrow at you, taunting you with his smirk.
“I don’t want anything from you or anyone else, got it? Leave me the fuck alone.” You spin on your heel, but he grabs your wrist as you turn to go, and you audibly gasp and wince. He lets go of you immediately, before gently cradling your wrist in his large hand. His face turns red as he takes in the hand sized bruise forming around it, and you can practically feel the anger rolling off him in waves. Rafe’s moods are giving you whiplash – angry to gentle and almost caring and back to angry again.
“Did he do this?” He asks you slowly, dangerously. You resist the urge to snap your wrist back, knowing it will only bring you more pain. You look up at him, confused, so he clarifies, “Did that fucking pogue put his hands on you?” You’re stunned, JJ would never put his hands on you, in anger or otherwise. He’s just being nice to you because he can relate to your struggles with your shitty parents.
“What? No Rafe, calm down JJ didn’t touch me.” You reply, but it’s like he doesn’t hear you.
“I’ll fucking kill him, I swear to God. He put his fucking hands on you?” He lets go of your wrist in order to pull the snapback off his head and run his other hand through his hair.
“JJ. Didn’t. Touch me.” You repeat, slowly and clearly as if you can push the words into his thick, dumb skull. He opens his mouth to retaliate, but you keep going. “The only one who has ever put his hands on me in anger is you Rafe.” You wave your hand over your shoulders that he gripped so tightly they had bruised days ago. His face falls, and he reaches a hand out to you, but you shake your head. “Leave me and my friends alone.”
Maybe friends wasn’t the right word to use, but it rolled off the tongue a lot easier than ‘Sarah, her boyfriend, and her boyfriend’s friends including your old best friend and the guy he’s jealous of for no reason’. No reason because there’s absolutely nothing going on between you and JJ (although maybe you want it to) and even if there was, it doesn’t have anything to do with Rafe.
You’re holding your wrist to your chest subconsciously as you return to the pogues. Pope notices first, his high level of intelligence also lends itself toward being very observant. He elbows JJ hard, the blond turning his head to give his friend a look that practically screams ‘knock it off’. Pope does it again, before gesturing to you with his eyes.
“What happened?” Sarah asked before anyone else could.
“Nothing, I just had a little run in with your brother,” you murmur, shaking off the pain in your wrist as if to prove that you’re fine.
“What?” JJ asked, quickly standing up but you pushed him back down into a sitting position, wincing at the dull ache that resulted in your wrist.
“I’m fine,” you rolled your eyes, not really sure where this dynamic had come from, “he’s just… persistent.” JJ grumbles something about kicking Rafe’s ass, but you’re pretty sure that’s the default setting for JJ’s thoughts on Rafe.
“He’s a dick,” Pope stated matter of factly. You tapped your red solo cup to his in a cheers motion.
“You won’t hear me disagreeing.”
The rest of the night, you sit there with the pogues mind mulling over a million thoughts at once. Occasionally they try to bring you into the conversation, but you just briefly answer before settling back into your thoughts. You can’t stop thinking about the words your father called you or the feel of his hand striking your face. You also can’t stop thinking about Rafe and his moods and his possessiveness. After his confession, things make a little more sense but you still feel like you’ve got whiplash. Lastly, you think about JJ and how quickly he hopped up off the log to go defend your honour or protect you or whatever. Looking out at the dark horizon, you’re just really, really confused.
You don’t realize that JJ is thinking about you too, watching the way the flame of the fire danced across your face, contemplating the feelings he feels growing towards you.
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Where Do We Go? |Chapter Three| JJ Maybank x Reader
Chapter One | Chapter Two
Chapter Summary - After the events of the party and the night before, Y/N has to continue on with her boat day with the Pogues, as well as some extra time with JJ.
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A/N - thank y’all for being patient for the worlds slowest upload lol. I hope you like this chapter and lemme know if you wanna be added to the taglist! 
Waking up to feel the warmth of JJ below me was not how I had expected my first morning on this island to go, if I’m being honest. But I do have to admit, it’s much nicer waking up next to a cute boy than it is waking up alone. As the events of the night replayed in my head, I couldn’t help but feel a little bit embarrassed. After he saw me be so brave on the beach while I told off Rafe, I felt small thinking of how I woke up sobbing in his arms. To be held together by a boy I hardly knew made me feel so pathetic. I hate feeling weak, and I hate showing it even more. But the way JJ held me against him, the way he spoke to me and calmed me as I was without my usual armor, that just made me feel so secure. And even though I was vulnerable when we kissed, I didn’t regret a second of it. Kissing him with my walls down meant so much more than if I were still guarding myself against the slightest potential of being hurt. And I think JJ knew that feeling.
The position we were in was intimate; half of my body was resting on him as his arms were wrapped around me, and my head nuzzled into his neck as his chin rested on top of my hair. I could hear his heartbeat in my ear and feel as his steady breath fanned over my hair. I lifted my head up a little to see JJ with his eyes still closed and his lips parted as he slept, his golden hair a mess. His usual smirk was gone, and his lashes looked long as they nearly brushed his cheek. Seriously, what is it with men having such gorgeous eyelashes? Seeing him in such a peaceful state was a stark contrast to the boy I met yesterday; the JJ who was strong and flirty and confident, if not a slight bit egocentric.
As I was in the middle of studying his face, JJ’s heavy eyelids slid open and he raised one of his hands to pass over his face as he grunted. “Morning, Y/N,” he said as he dropped his hand, grinning at me. 
“Good morning,” I whispered back, shifting my gaze away from his face. 
“Y/N?” I hummed in response and looked him in the eye again. “Do you want to talk about what happened last night?” JJ asked as his eyes searched mine.
I groaned and tucked my face back into his neck, feeling his chest shake as he laughed at my exasperation. He gently stroked my hair as he spoke. “That’s okay, how about we get breakfast first, yeah?”
I looked up at him and smiled as I nodded. “Okay, but I don’t really have any food here, yet.”
“M’kay, we’ll just head to The Wreck,” JJ said, and I raised my eyebrow at him. “The Wreck is the restaurant that Kiara’s family owns. She works there too, but I don’t think she’s got a shift today.” 
“Well, it sounds pretty good to me. Especially the part about me not having to get groceries or clean up after cooking.” I sit up in the bed after peeling myself away from JJ. “Are you gonna invite the pogues?”
He looked at me and shook his head, looking down to play with the rings that adorned his fingers. “Nah, I think I’d like to just be with you this morning. Besides, we’ll see them later today when we go boating.”
I nodded silently before hopping off of the bed and walked over to my dresser, rifling through the drawers to find an outfit for the day. Even though half of my clothes were still in my suitcases, I was able to find a tank and jean shorts for the morning along with a swimsuit for the afternoon. I held my clothes for the day in my hands and turned around to see JJ peering at me from his position on the bed. “Don’t you need some clothes?” I asked him. “I mean, you slept in your stuff from last night’s party.”
JJ grinned at me, finding my concern for him oddly cute. “I’ve got some in my backpack. Y’know, the one I bring everywhere with me?” 
“Ah, ready to sleepover at a girl’s house any time, huh?” I joked. I saw his smile falter for a second, and my brows knit together. 
“I, uh, actually don’t do this often, even though it might seem like it.” JJ ran a hand through his hair tiredly. “I just don’t stay at my house more than I need to.I’m usually at John B’s, but I keep some clothes on me in case I stay at Kie or Pope’s place.”
I nodded somberly, knowing the feeling all too well. It was usually my car that I was in as darkness fell — not a home. I let JJ know I would be a minute as I ducked into the bathroom to change while he did the same in my room. Once we were both dressed and I’d washed my face to wake up, I dug through a suitcase to find my makeup for the day. Eventually, I ended up pulling out a compact mirror, brow gel, eyeliner, mascara, and concealer to get ready for the day as I sat on my bed to start my quick routine. Once I finished the liner flick on one of my eyes, I looked up from my mirror to see JJ staring at me in awe.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Because I honestly don’t know how you just did that so perfectly.”
I giggled at the boy’s confusion as I finished up my other eye, him clapping as I capped my liner. I shook my head and opened up the mascara, swiping it along my lashes so they stood out. I could see JJ frowning out of the corner of my eye as I continued on.
“Okay, that one looks like you’re touching your eye with the brush and I don’t like it so much,” JJ said with a grimace. 
“Want me to put it on you?” I asked as I wiggled my eyebrows, smiling as he shook his head rapidly. He picked up the tiny sponge I had sitting next to me and started playing with it in his hands.
“What’s this thing for? It looks like a mix between a marshmallow and a kitchen sponge.”
“It’s for putting concealer under my eyes, it makes me look like I actually slept some. I need that after last night.” I looked up at him questioningly. “Haven’t you ever seen one of your girlfriends do their makeup or something?”
He shrugged his shoulders and tossed the sponge to me. “Haven’t had an actual girlfriend for a while, honestly. Even when I did, I never really sat with them to do things like this. I like it though. Even if makeup isn’t my thing, I like how you look when you do it. You make cute faces as you put the stuff on.”
“I do not make faces!” I said defensively, furrowing my brows.
“Yeah you do, especially with the mashra.”
“I’m sorry, the what? The mashara?” I said with a laugh.
“You know, the eyelash paint! The mashara thing,” JJ insisted as he picked up the pink tube.
“JJ, that’s mascara, not whatever the hell you called it.”
“Mashra, mascara, whatever. My point still stands, you make a cute face while you put it on and I like it.” I smiled and shook my head as he mimicked the face I had made earlier. “I just wanna watch you do this every day now.”
“Well, I’m actually pretty much done today, J. I just gotta finish doing my brows, then we can go grab breakfast. I think I can hear your stomach grumbling.” 
“Did you just call me ‘J’?” I looked up from my mirror to see a grin plastered on the blonde boy’s face. 
“Um, I guess I did, sorry about that.”
“No, I like it, actually. Not a lot of people call me that.” 
“Well not a lot of people call me ‘Pretty Girl’, so I guess we’re even,” I said to him with a wink.
Once JJ stopped distracting me and let me finish my makeup, we were finally able to head out to The Wreck. The drive was filled with JJ’s music and muffled chatter, him telling me more about the island and his friends; about how Kie and Sarah were originally Kooks, but the Pogues took them in, how Sarah and John B were dating, that he wasn’t sure what was going on with Kiara and Pope just yet, and about how they’d all spend days on the water whenever they could. He was smiling as he spoke fondly of his friends, telling me all of the things they would do during the summer, and the pranks they would play on the Kooks. I loved the way his voice would change as the topics did, how his face would scrunch up when he laughed or spoke of something that confused him, and of course, his smirk as he told me of the time he and Pope sunk a Kook’s boat. 
Eventually, we rolled to a stop once JJ had directed me to the parking lot, and we stepped out of the car, JJ coming around to take my hand to walk me into the restaurant. I hesitated for a second before grabbing hold of him, keeping pace with his long strides to enter the doors. He led us to the back of the restaurant, it was an open-air patio with the perfect view of the sea. We took our seats quickly, browsing over our menus as silence settled between us. The passing quiet was nice, not the kind that put you on edge — It was rather the opposite, actually. It was the kind of comfortable silence you’d find with someone you had known for years on end, the kind that was a conversation of its own. When I set down my menu, I looked up to see JJ staring back down at his own, his brows furrowed slightly and his lips moving slightly as his eyes drifted down the page. A grin spread across my face at the sight of the boy in front of me in such a relaxed state. 
“Hey are you guys ready to order?” The waiter asked us, making JJ’s head snap up at the sound. 
“Yeah, I’ll just do the scrambled eggs with a glass of orange juice, please.”
“And I’ll have the pancakes today, Mister Carrera.”
“Boy, you know you gotta pay for this today. Kiara isn’t here to talk me into giving you food today,” the man chuckled. JJ smiled and nodded, saying he’s got the check covered. Once he had walked away, I looked back to JJ. 
“You might want to improve upon those staring skills if you don’t want me to see you next time,” he joked. My cheeks heated up at his words, even though I had nothing to be embarrassed for. 
“Hey, who says I didn’t want you to see me. Besides, it’s hard not to stare sometimes.” I shrugged at him, stacking the small cups of creamer on top of each other, and JJ handed me a couple more. Once I finished my nearly-one-foot-tall tower, I put my hands up. “Ta-da!” 
JJ just laughed at my childish excitement, now stacking the cups into a pyramid shape. “So…”
“So?”
He let out a heavy breath before meeting my eyes. “Look, Y/N, I’m not one who really pushes to talk about feelings and shit like that, but I just gotta ask if you’re okay after last night. I know you were freaked out, and I’m glad I was there for you, but do you know what happened?” 
I could feel his eyes searching my face as I shuffled the sugar packets I held in my hands. I shrugged, not taking my eyes away from my hands. “I just have nightmares, is all. It happens.” I set down the packets to glance at JJ’s blue eyes. “Look, I know I’m a bit of a freakshow, okay? Waking up screaming and crying, and kissing you afterwards. Shit, I haven’t even known you for forty-eight hours yet, JJ. It’s not how I wanted my first impression to go, but I can’t really take it back. I’m okay, I just... have a lot of baggage to sort through.” I was focused on tapping my fingers together in an attempt to keep calm myself as I spoke, doing my best at keeping my voice steady. JJ nodded respectfully to me, placing his hand over my own to make me look at his eyes again. 
“I know what you mean, Y/N. I don’t expect you to pour your life story out to me just yet, I don’t think I’m there yet either, honestly. But, I hope you know that I’m someone you can come to, and in time I hope you’ll realize that you have someone by your side now. I’ll be here to help you sort out anything you want, I promise.”
“You promise, huh?” 
JJ hummed in response. “Of course. I also promise to take you on an actual date eventually, once you’re settled in.” I smiled at his words, blood rushing to my cheeks yet again. “If you want to, of course.” 
I rolled my eyes at him and shook my head. “Of course I’d like to go on a date together, JJ. One that doesn’t involve any crying sounds nice.” JJ and I laughed as Mister Carrera brought out our breakfast, us parting our hands to make room for the plates. As I sipped on my orange juice, JJ stole a bite of my eggs.
“Look, you better give me a pancake for that. Stealing my food lands you on thin ice, buddy,” I said with narrowed eyes. 
“Hey, one bite of egg is nowhere near equivalent to an entire pancake!” He argued. “I’ll give you a full pancake if you give me a couple more bites of egg”
“Hmph, fine. Just because your pancakes look yummy.” I slid some forkfuls of eggs onto JJ’s plate, him offering me a pancake for our trade. 
“You know I only made that deal cause you’re so damn cute, right? I don’t make food trades often,” he smirked.
“Shush and eat your eggs.”
“So, Y/N, you ready for your first day out on the Pogue?” John B asked me as I watched Pope untie the boat from the dock. The sea was blue and salty, without much wind to create many waves. It was the perfect summer day, or as close to it as you could get.
“Yep, I am! I haven’t been out on the water in about a year, actually. I’ve missed it.” 
“Did you live near the sea back on the Mainland?” Kie asked me while we sat on the floor of the boat. She was sectioning part of my hair out to braid as she spoke.
“No, not exactly. We lived near lakes, but not near the coast. It’s much different out here to the lakes, it feels a lot more serene to me,” I answered. “It feels a lot closer to the earth out here than I ever felt back home, really.” 
John B started up the boat, the roar of the engine startling at first, then calm once it settled. JJ sat on one of the seats next to Pope, facing me and Kiara, and Sarah sitting with John B. “So has your gig at that dance studio started up yet, then?” He asked me.
“Not quite yet, they’re giving me about a week to settle in before I start teaching, actually. Which should be a good thing, ‘cause I have plenty of crap I need to unpack yet.” I groaned at the thought of all of the boxes piled in my new home, just waiting to be put away. “Shit, I’m gonna have to put together shelves too.”
“You want some help with that?” Pope asked me, looking around at the other pogues. 
“No, you guys don’t have to help me with this stuff, it’ll just take a few days and then I’ll be done!” 
JJ shook his head at me. “Why do it on your own in a few days, when you could get it all finished in one day with our help?” 
Sarah clapped her hands together excitedly. “So it's settled! We’ll help you set up your house,” she proclaimed. 
“Perfect! We’ll get it done in no time, Y/N,” JB grinned. I looked to JJ with glaring eyes, him shooting me a wink while he sipped on a Coke. 
Kie finished up my braid as I tried to protest the help, the sound of the motor drowning me out. JJ gestured for me to take one of the seats on the bench behind me, Kie stepping up to sit alongside me. I stared off the side of the boat, mesmerised by the water’s movement. The sea water rippled around the boat as it was maneuvered from out of the dock with ease, the Pogue speeding up quickly, and cutting through the water to leave waves in its wake. I jumped slightly when we hit a wave, the boat jutting upwards suddenly and seawater misting over us all. I laughed as the water hit my face, enjoying the cool droplets against my skin. I rested back in my seat as we continued to glide through the water, John B eventually guiding the boat to a stop. JJ hopped out of his seat to toss the anchor while JB cut the engine, and Kie walked over to open up the cooler, passing out drinks to everyone. It was a mixture of beers and sodas between us all, JJ and I being the ones to opt for the sweet, fizzy drinks for the time being. 
JJ took the now vacant seat beside me and pulled out a vape from his pocket to take a hit from, and I watched as the vapor swirled out of his mouth and into the air. “Have you ever been surfing, Y/N?” JJ asked once he finished his breath.
I shook my head, “Nope. I used to go canoeing and kayaking, though it was a while back. I guess those aren’t all that similar though. Why?” 
Pope smiled at me. “Because the best surfer in the Outer Banks is sitting right next to you, of course.”
I swung my head to look at JJ, tilting my head. “Oh really now?”
He smirked at me, nodding. “Damn right, I am.”
“Great, Pope, you boosted his ego again,” John B said, 
“Hey, I can’t help being great, you know.” 
“Oh? And did you tell Y/N how you like to surf hurricanes too?” Sarah asked him.
“We all do that, though!” JJ continued on, “They make great waves, you just gotta be careful is all.” He looked to see me staring at him with wide eyes. “What? It's just like storm chasing.”
“Okay, but people who go storm chasing actually do it to, like, record data and shit like that,” I pointed out. JJ just shrugged at me.
“I was gonna offer to show you how to surf, but if you just wanna be sassy you could do that instead.” 
I frowned at him. “Damn, so surfing and sassiness are mutually exclusive? I dunno if I can do it, then.”
“Hm, I guess I can excuse it for the first lesson,” he laughed. “You’re lucky you’re pretty, ya know.”
“Yeah, yeah. You keep saying that, JJ, but I think you’ve just got a thing for me,” I said, flipping my hair dramatically. Kie nodded at me, both of us bursting out into laughter while JJ sighed, exasperated. 
“Well once we get your house put together, maybe we can go surfing, ‘kay?” I nodded smiling wildly. 
“I don’t know about you guys, but I’m hot as fuck,” Sarah said before pulling off her shorts and top. “I’m ready to get in the water.” The rest of us followed suit, sliding out of our over clothes, and getting splashed when John B jumped off into the water. I saw JJ’s toned body out of the corner of my eye as I slid off my shirt hesitantly, revealing my bikini top underneath. I saw that nearly everyone had jumped into the water as I tossed my shirt onto the pile of clothes in the corner of the boat before removing my shorts to throw aside as well.
Once I stood back up, I felt strong arms sweep under my knees and lock behind my back to pick me up from behind. I twisted to look behind me, seeing JJ’s smirk emblazoned across his face and a wild look in his blue eyes. “You had better not throw me, JJ,” I said, uneasy.
“Hold on tight, Pretty Girl,” JJ whispered in my ear, taking a few running steps to jump off the boat with me in his arms. Both of us sank under the water once we were in, having to let go of each other to swim back up to the surface. As I resurfaced, I could hear the other Pogues cheering and laughing at JJ’s antics, while he shook out his hair and swam a couple of feet over to me. 
“You all good?” He asked, smiling. I nodded, telling him I was okay, and he grabbed my hand under the water, wading us over to the rest of the group.
“You’re officially initiated!” John B shouted. “One of us! One of us!” The Pogues joined in on the chant, all of us laughing as the repetitions died out. I looked around at my new friends, grinning as I realized I had the start of a new family around me. 
“Alright, Y/N, since you’re a pogue now, I think we all want to get to know you a bit better, yeah?” Pope asked, looking around at everyone, stopping back at me. 
“Hey, hit me with the questions.”
Sarah raised her hand jokingly, “Me first! What’s one thing you couldn’t go without? Aside from a phone, of course.”
“Ooh, I think that would probably be this little rock I keep in my bag, pretty sure it's amethyst. My mom gave it to me when I was little.” 
“Oh my god, you like crystals?” Kiara squealed. “I love crystals. Oh my god, we need to keep her, guys.” I laughed at Kie’s excitement as she continued on with a new question. “What’s something that makes you angry?”
“Okay so this sounds weird, but I hate the sound of people chewing. Like, it just enrages me, and I don’t know why. Aside from that, not a whole lot really makes me angry. So long as someone isn't a dick, I’m pretty okay with most things.”
Pope went next. “What would you say is your favorite book?”
I groaned, “Do I really have to pick only one? How about a top three?”
“You’re just winning more and more points with me today, Y/N,” Pope laughed. “Sure, top three.”
I thought about it for a second before coming to a final decision, “Alright, I think it has to be the Percy Jackson books, the originals, not the second series, Nineteen Minutes by Jodi Picoult, and Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn.”
“Damn, very good choices,” he said with a nod. 
“You’re both nerds,” JJ snorted. “Alright, what’s your favorite food, Pretty Girl?” 
“Okay, are we talking best food of all time? Favorite breakfast food? Favorite dessert? C’mon, you gotta give me some guidelines here.”
He grinned at me, “Aye, there we go! Best meal and best dessert.”
“My favorite meal has to be these barbecued meatballs that my aunt used to make, and for a dessert I’d say double chocolate cake. Screw vanilla.” JJ agreed, laughing as I went on about my hate for vanilla cake. “Look, you can make vanilla into chocolate, you can’t make chocolate into vanilla. Therefore, chocolate cakes and chocolate frosting are superior!”
I looked to John B who volunteered, “Alright, guess I’m last up! If you had a warning label on you, what do you think it would say?”
“Well the one I told JJ last night was that I’m a walking box of daddy issues, does that count?” My friends laughed, JJ’s eyes catching mine as I giggled and smiling at me. 
“I guess it does!” John B cackled. “Well, I think we got a good idea of you now, Y/N. Welcome to the Pogue life.”
After a while of getting-to-know-you chatter between the group. We decided to head back onto the boat for some lunch. Once we had all climbed the ladder up to the boat, I took the empty seat next to JJ, wrapping myself in a towel as Kiara pulled out sandwiches for all of us. 
“Freshly made sandwiches, for all y’all. Courtesy of The Wreck,” she said teasingly. She handed JJ and I both sub sandwiches and a bowl filled with grapes to share. We had small conversations between our bites of food, laughing and sipping drinks as we soaked up the sun. It really was the perfect day to be out on the water, and being out with good company made it even better for us all. 
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BB: welcome back everyone! So good to see you all here today! We're back for a 3rd time here on BB Channel! Like before we're joined by the lil cuties of Ed and Mari. But this time their parents have come to join!
Rex: hello...
Quetz: Hola!
BB: that wasn't a very strong greeting Rex!
Rex: I'm tired right now. Can't this wait?
BB: time waits for no one and neither does BB!
Mari: already this is super annoying! *sigh* so why'd you decide to bring them into this anyways?
BB: the people who follow this blog need to see how they're doing so long after Chaldea too! You two have had the spotlight for a while, so now you should share.
Ed: I mean... guess that's fair.
Mari: should anyone be dealing with this?
Rex: I'd rather not be here either.
BB: aaaww, don't be like that! This will be fun!
Quetz: that's a very hard sell BB.
BB: just humor me at least.
Rex: ...fine
Quetz: what are we even doing anyways?
BB: some of your interdimensional buds have sent in questions about how you guys are doing, and I'm here to get those answers for them!
Quetz: that actually sounds nice...
BB: what'd I tell ya!?
Rex: yeah yeah, pls get started.
BB: fine. First few are from my precious bombardier beetle! First one she asks: do you have any pets?
Mari: oof! Do we!
Rex: currently we have four dogs: 1 German Shepherd named King, a Pitbull named Sparks, a Dogo Argentino named Duke, and a Corgi named Marshmallow.
Quetz: but also we have a habit of adopting older dogs who aren't likely to get a home because of their age or rescues to give them a nice place to stay.
BB: aaawww, well ain't that wholesome?
Mari: we also have mom's bigass pterosaur!
BB: less wholesome. Next one from my dear yellowjacket: favorite foods?
Rex: PIZZA!
Mari: CAKE!
BB: whoa! Pump the brakes you two! No need to get too excited!
Quetz: ...honestly? I don't really have a favorite food. Just a bunch I like to eat and some I don't. If I had to choose, I'd say chocolate.
Ed: I'm a steak man myself.
BB: 2 sweets, and 2 savories. Next up! Who wakes up earliest?
Rex: Quetz
Ed and Mari: Mom
Quetz: ...I guess it's me... hehehe.
BB: honestly I'm not surprised. She's so damn athletic and even used to be a professional.
BB: next! Where do you all like to go for vacations and such?
Ed: mom and dad have a vacation home in Alaska.
BB: Alaska?! Why?
Mari: when warm weather is the norm for you it's nice to go to the cold to change things up.
Rex: yeah, it's actually very nice. Not too many people and beautiful nature sights.
BB: well to each their own. Another from my dear antlion: how long does it take to pick a movie or TV show to watch?
Quetz: hehehe, we're all so indecisive it takes ages to pick. It's not uncommon for us to give up after taking so long.
BB: you should work on that. This next one's interesting. My precious army ant also suggests a round of common household jobs and the like from each member.
Rex: hmmm
BB: she gave an example of like, who does the cooking?
Quetz: well it's both me and mi amor in that case. The kids aren't very creative.
Ed: hey! We're plenty creative!
Mari: no we're not, don't lie.
Rex: we only really ask that the kids clean their rooms and any messes they make. We handle most everything else.
BB: they should really show some independence tho. Can't coddle them forever.
BB: in the next one, Cadence asks about a house tour and if there's a jacuzzi.
Quetz: a house tour feels like it should be it's own thing.
Rex: yeah, but we do have a jacuzzi dude, so don't worry.
BB: next one's from Reen: she asks what would life be if you weren't in chaldea,
Rex: y'mean like now? I mean... it's a relatively normalish domestic life? With less work tho.
Quetz: si, I've made plenty from my lucha career before retirement we don't have to worry about money much. But mi amof still makes money just in case.
BB: well after that she asks: how was your life before and after meeting each other?
Rex: ...kinda sad. Aside from chaldea and saving the world, I was kinda just... stagnant. Go to work, go home and so on. Not much to my life before then.
Quetz: ...honestly, for me it was the same. After the age of Gods ended we didn't do much of anything. We mostly watched over humanity, I've been summoned in modern day before but that was rare and infrequent.
Rex: ...after I met Quetz tho... I dunno things felt... better? She kinda forced her way into my life after I summoned her and... I was more then ok to accept her... before long we had something beautiful...
Quetz: aww, mi amor! I'm so happy to hear that!
BB: ain't that sweet? Like me and my dear centipede. Final one from Reen: if you could build a dream home then where? (Can be in fantasy)
Rex: I mean... where we are now is good.
Mari: yeah, right at the border of a huge rainforest in the Yucatan sounds fine.
Ed: but what about the fantasy bit?
Quetz: hmmm... we don't really look at fantasy much. But maybe a castle of some kind?
Rex: or a Mayan temple? But with electricity and Wi-Fi.
BB: that's fair. Need those memes in your life. Now some from Kaz! First she asks: what kind of gifts do you give each other?
Rex: uuhh, well I like getting mi corazon custom things. Like some personal clothes, or even a portrait of the two of us.
Quetz: ehehehe, I like to spoil mi amor with extravagant things! Golden treasure and the like!
Mari: concerning...
BB: next, how would you spend the day if it's raining outside?
Rex: I actually enjoy rainy weather, so I like to chill near a window or even on the porch listening to the rain.
Mari: it's very soothing.
BB: how quaint. Last one from Kaz: whose good at cooking and baking?
Quetz: hehehe, that'd be me. Tho it might be considered cheating since I use my goddess power to help.
Mari: well no one else is the greatest normally so it's fine.
BB: a good 'ol better then nothing kinda attitude! Now we're back to Cadence but with more relaxed questions: what's the current house look like?
Rex: ....big.
Mari: like three stories tall with a DEEP basement.
Ed: like... 5 rooms too many.
Quetz: we also have an indoor pool.
Rex: the outside looks almost gothic, but partially taken over by nature.
BB: all this near a rainforest?
Quetz: si! Despite the size, all the nearby trees still tower over it.
BB: nature can get scary. I've seen worse and have been worse but still. Another one: how do family events function? Any specific holidays?
Quetz: ...most family events are just us... going somewhere nice to eat nice food...
Rex: do they mean bringing extended family? My family lives too far to visit often
Quetz: ...and I'd rather not speak of mine... things have gotten rocky as of late.
Mari: right, well for holidays we celebrate most standard one, like Easter and valentine's and such. For October we kinda try to combine Halloween and Day of the dead.
Ed: but Christmas is the most important for us! Mom and Dad always make the biggest celebrations for Christmas!
BB: gotta love the holidays! Especially when your mom is santa... still weird to say that. Next one! Any plans for the future?
Rex: eh... not really? I mean I want to prepare Maria to continue the family magecraft, since Ed has no interest.
Mari: someone has to continue on this lost practice.
BB: good to know it won't be lost to time like we thought. Next one! Daily life?
Rex: I wake up, eat, work on magecraft, spend family time, spend time with Quetz, go to bed.
Quetz: I wake up, workout, eat, workout, spend time with mi familia, lovely time with mi amor and then I sleep.
Ed: I wake up, take a walk, eat, practice soccer, spend family time, sleep.
Mari: sleep, sleep again, dragged to breakfast by mom, eat, eat again, mess with magecraft, eat, sit with everyone else, scroll thru my phone for hours, sleep.
Quetz: *sigh* mija, you need to change your priorities.
Mari: mmmmm... No.
BB: bad habits there Mari. Next they'd like to know if your in contact with anyone from chaldea? Other then me!
Rex: here's a real quick list: Marie, Mash, Kiara, Penth, Astraea, Martha, Ishtar, Gorgon, Jalter, The twins, your kids BB, etc etc.
Quetz: too many to list...
BB: nice you haven't lost contact! Next! About that Wedding?
Rex: well... it was eventful to say the least. Not long after completing the china LB. Most of the servants were invited, and most of Quetz's family showed up.
Quetz: si, Martha officiated it for us. Most of my family were so nice at the time... too bad that hasn't lasted.
Rex: let's not mention that...
BB: it was such a nice wedding! You two were so "nervous" you had trouble with your vows! How adorable!
Mari: why the quotes?
BB: no reason... now we're at the home stretch! Good 'ol Ash has some for stuff that technically hasn't happened yet, but you should still be able to answer! What responsibilities will Rex take on when he joins the pantheon?
Quetz: ...well he'll be largely a guardian of life on earth. Authority over things like the jungle itself, volcanos, and even snow... for some reason.
Rex: well it still snows in mexico... occasionally.
Quetz: and we'll be sharing authority over Venus! I wanted to share it with mi amor!
BB: cute! Hmmm, not sure if you cananswer this one just yet? Adjusting to God hood?
Rex: well I got to try it out a bit. Summoning lava and snow is... interesting. But also... my mind felt... odd... but also clearer? Not sure how to put it...
BB: I'm sure when you get there you'll get it... took me a bit after servant fest. And how did the other divinities react?
BB: actually I have some recordings of that to answer, so play the clip!
A screen appears showing recordings of some servants, one at a time.
Ishtar: eh! She's turning you into a god!? ...I guess you've earned it master...
Eresh: what!? Can you do that?! ...guess I won't see you in Kur... then again I don't think you have any link to Kur anyways.
Kama: do you really think your cut out for it? I mean... if it's just for you two to be together then I guess it's fine.
Astraea: godhood is a very big responsibility master. Are you certain you're up to it? Saving humanity is also a big task but at least that has an end point. This is... eternal.
Qin: oh! So you have decided to go for immortality after all?! Tho not the same as my methods, it is still good to see you two will be happy together!
Scathach: immortality? I've strived for death for so long... to see you go for immortality... Hopefully you'll find happiness, where I couldn't...
The screen turns off.
BB: very interesting! Most seem hesitant of it all... I for one think it's cute! Imagine in a thousand years you guys have a double date with me and my dear stag beetle!
Rex: ...a thousand years...
Quetz: still having trouble processing it all?
Rex: yeah... maybe when I get there... it'll be easier.
BB: now for today's final one! A scenario! One of you two goes berserk! What does the other do to calm them down?
Rex: well that has happened before... usually a nice hug is more then good enough.
Quetz: si! I've almost destroyed a few servants a few times until mi amor caught me in a hug! I can't bring myself to harm him... so I stop!
BB: sounds too easy... but I've seen that before so... I'll let it slide.
BB: well that's all the time we have for now! Hopefully you all are satisfied by the answers! We'll be doing this again, seeya!
Screen cuts out, the show's over.
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samwrights · 4 years
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sammæ hello !! may i request sum fluffy hcs of what it's like living with boyf kuroo, iwa and suga please i eat that domestic shit up and i am STARVING😩😩😩
BABIE YESSSSSSS~ lemme feed ya; slight NSFW ahead!
Kuroo;
Living with Kuroo is the epitome of being with the boys™️
It’s not super tidy, not super cluttered either
But theres no pictures on the walls, bare couch, minimal dishes.
It’s time to domesticate.
Slowly but surely, you start bringing in little knickknacks around the apartment just to add a homey, personal feel.
Paintings and pictures of city landscapes, artist renditions of scenery from his favorite video games—things like that.
Blankets. Kuroo learned his favorite thing you brought to the apartment was a myriad of plush blankets for the couch.
There is one thing you’re hella proud of him for—he’s an amazing cook.
So in return for you spending the day trying to kind of make the apartment your guys’ space as a couple, rather than just his, he slaves away at a delicious meal.
Calls you over to taste test.
Oof, Kuroo with an apron that says kiss the cook while holding a spoon up for you to taste? Sign me up 🤤🤤
Speaking of food—Kuroo is ten million percent in charge of the grocery shopping.
You will buy junk food. He will kill you.
Nourish your body inside and out by drinking water and giving it good food!!
Occasionally he will splurge and buy a pint of vanilla ice cream.
But this comes with him making homemade rolled crepes for the two of you as a treat.
Have I mentioned that the kitchen is his domain?
Cause Kuroo can definitely bake too.
The only times he does is for your birthday though.
Always with a small cake that serves you both made with fresh fruit, complete by dolloping a glob of whipped cream on your nose.
Iwaizumi;
Have I mentioned that Iwaizumi is the perfect boyfriend?
He’s the perfect boyfriend. Husband. Let’s honor him properly.
While he totally believes in an equal share of housework, there are two things you absolutely do not do.
Taking out the garbage and mowing the lawn.
First one cause uhoh stinky, but the second.
I don’t need to tell you guys to imagine Iwa mowing the lawn with no shirt on while his arms are flexing. You’re already doing it.
Even though he’s sweaty and covered in stray grass clippings and even smells like rotten matcha, you strip him right at the back door. Fuck the neighbors, they like the show.
Commence screwing your husband the minute he walks through the threshold.
Then again in the shower.
N e ways, outside of potentially hopefully getting pregnant from this weekly ritual, there’s more to it.
After Iwa’s had his shower, you start cutting up some fruit for the two of you while he lets the dog run around the freshly cut yard and firing up the grill.
Totally feed him pieces of watermelon while he’s grilling.
If you aren’t feeding him, you’re playing fetch with the dog.
When Haji’s almost done with all the food, you start lighting the torches around the deck of your home while the sun goes down.
Every Sunday is a nice, quiet family picnic between the two of you while your dog sits at your feet.
Iwaizumi is the dog dad that feeds his pup expensive ass steak.
“He’s gotta eat as good as we do.” 🤷🏻‍♂️
He’s not wrong.
But also the dog eats better than you do.
Sugawara;
omfg living with momma Suga is a dream come true.
Second most perf boyf, IMO.
You guys are 100% the animal couple.
Even though you’re technically only allowed two pets—pffft.
Two cats, hamsters, gerbils, and a sugar glider.
The last one was a special gift you got for Suga for your three year anniversary.
Despite all the animals—the apartment is tidy.
Honestly I think he would have an aneurysm if it wasn’t.
Dishes are always washed directly after use.
Dusting every single Saturday.
No major clutter—a couple of knickknacks and trophies are the only exception.
Once a month, you guys have to Marie Kondo the apartment. There is no spring cleaning, only Suga cleaning.
But, especially after days like this, the two of you would take a long, hot relaxing bath together.
Thankfully your en-suite was suited for this with a massive tub that could fit two easily.
He already knows you’re sore.
As soon as the two of you settle in, with your back to his chest, he always massages the aching muscles in your neck and shoulder blades.
Until your head relaxes into his chest as well. Then his just holds you tighter to him.
It was days like this you wondered why the hell you haven’t married him yet.
Just you wait.
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snarkwriteswrasslin · 3 years
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If you are taking holiday prompts... can I get going to pick out, cut down and decorate the tree with my tree, Wardlow? Lol however you wanna do it, HCs or a prompt. And of course yanno how I feel about it getting smutty. 💜
Listen, I have a LOT of ideas for Wardlow and christmas, ahhhhh! I’m so happy you sent this one in because I love doing these sm. I love you for this cos I can gush about the giant. And I really wanna toy with some holiday stuff, since Thanksgiving and then Christmas are... rapidly breathing down our necks and I need the cheer like I need the air that I breathe.
Warnings:
Sweet and maaaybe a little bit dirty in some parts. Given that it’s not gonna be anything too wild, kids can stay, I guess? Hinted/implied sexual situation,ftw.
Tagging:
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Okay, first of all, this big guy loves Christmas. I believe I’ve mentioned this on one of the other headcanon lists I’ve done for him. If I haven’t, it’s worth a mention now. Christmas for Wardlow is a time to spend with his family and you, the person he loves most. 
-- You guys are going to tree lots as early as the day after Thanksgiving. Of course, he makes a cute little date out of it, because this is going to be your first shared Christmas together, so... He stops for a big and filling breakfast at some place that you’ve never even heard of but they have the absolute best pancakes. And privacy. It’s more of an intimate setting than the typical hole in the wall diner? And it’s in this adorable little town. Picturesque. The kind of place you’d definitely consider settling down in. What he doesn’t tell you until you’re at the little diner enjoying your food is that this is not just a trip to secure the perfect Christmas tree for your place together... It’s also a weekend getaway. You’re blown away by it, because in the mess and hectic chaos of life, you’d completely forgotten that your birthday was also fast approaching.. And sadly, it would fall when he’d be back out on the road this year. You really hadn’t mentioned it to him because it had you down and you didn’t want to seem as if you were putting pressure on him over something as simple as ‘just another day’, either. 
-- He definitely hadn’t forgotten. And Wardlow strikes me as the kind of man who will make backup plans. And happens to be very observant, especially when it comes to those he loves and cares about most. So he’d actually planned this out the day after travel schedules got released for the quarter. 
-- You’re excited, to say the least. And the little b&b he’s booked is just oh so dreamy. Like it got ripped right out of the pages of a book you’ve read often and loved. The entire drive through the heavily forested roads leading up to this b&b were filled with you two talking and laughing, even playfully arguing over whether it was too early to put up a tree to begin with. He said it’s not, you say that it feels like it. But deep down, it’s because you know that he might still be gone around the holidays and if you were there alone and couldn’t go to him, you wouldn’t want the hassle and mess. He insists on going the next morning and getting this tree, however, so you finally allow him to win the ongoing debate about it.
You check into your room and as you’re walking up the stairs to it, he’s got his hands over your eyes. You’re swearing a little and laughing a lot and finally, you reach your room. When he opens the door and lets you step in, him stepping in right behind you, pressed right up against you from behind and towering over... You’re left stunned all over again because the room is all decked out. Scented candles waiting to be lit. Rose petals on the bed. He’s even somehow managed to get someone to grab you guys clothes for the next day. There’s a full on meal waiting, the delicious smell wafting through the room and out into the hall. You turn to him and he looks a litlte anxious like “Did I do too much?” because you hadn’t said anything... Rather than say anything, you choose to climb him like the tree he is compared to you and pull him into a very, very appreciative kiss. That quickly gets handsy. He’s chuckling against your mouth, “We have the whole afternoon, princess.. Is there something you wanna do?”
-- And of course there is. Clothes are slowly peeled off. He’s got you on your back in seconds. When his mouth breaks from your own to venture down your body, your legs fall open and by the time he’s finished with you at a little after 10 pm that night, the last thing you want to do is move. So you two lie there and cuddle, kissing in the glow of the candles that he finally got up and lit. he also gives a sheepish smile and raking a massive hand over the back of his head, he explains that he knew you had a thing for scented candles, so the candles are all yours and only a part of your birthday present.
-- Falling asleep with him is sheer heaven as always. Even when you’re fighting over the blanket or one or the other is snoring and keeping the other awake. You guys sleep in the next morning and finally, after shower and some more funtime there, you’re down in the dining area, eating another fantastic home cooked breakfast.
Now we’re getting to the actual tree shopping itself. Wardlow decides not to go to a tree lot like most would. Instead, with a laugh, he veers off onto a dirt road that leads right into the forest. You’re perplexed bc for the most part, Wardlow is Mr. By The Book... So, you really didn’t see why he’d suddenly choose to trespass and potentially consider cutting down an actual forest tree. You’re hella turned on by it, however and it maaaybe leads to a little light fooling around in his truck. With the snow surrounding the outside, covering the trees and making everything brighter, almost sparkling when the bleak sunshine breaks through the clouds gathered and reflects off of it. It’s fucking BEAUTIFUL, okay? BEAUTIFUL. When you two finally pry yourselves out of each other, you get out of the truck and Wardlow tells you, mostly to relax you bc he picks up on you worrying about the location that he knows the person who owns the land and this is where he always gets his trees. “Because a tree lot tree isn’t the same. It’s not, I don’t care who says otherwise.” and honestly? You’re not about to complain because the very image of him chopping down a tree... then lugging it back to his truck... has you hot and bothered all over again.
-- The imagery matches up to reality too. By the time the axe is a quarter of the way through the trunk of your chosen tree, he’s shirtless and a fine sheen of sweat is gathered against his skin. But you two are laughing and making jokes, a lot of stopping to make out and teasing one another. At one point, you fan yourself with napkins you found in his console as you’re sitting back in the truck watching and naturally, he decides to make a show of it, even pretending like he’s gonna take off his pants. Whew.
-- The tree is finally all cut down. You two are wrangling it back to the truck (to be honest, he totally could’ve gotten it himself, but you insist on helping, which he thinks is really, really cute and also lowkey hot, even though you’re swearing when it gets hung up in a snowbank or something) and as soon as it’s loaded, he pulls you against him for a kiss using the shirt he’d shed. “How about we go find something to eat, some cocoa and then we get headed back. We’ve still gotta get ornaments, princess.”
-- Something tells you that ornaments will NOT be gotten on that day. Because you can see that gleam in his eyes and you KNOW you’re in for it when you two finally reach your place again.
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diavolosthots · 4 years
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@tendergothic heres the other part :) i hope you enjoyed the twins!
BELPHEGOR SFW ALPHABET
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Argument: Do they argue? How bad does it get?
Haha who has the TIME darling?? He'll give you the cold shoulder and go to sleep before he ever starts an argument with you. Hes kind of an asshole about it though and passive aggressive comments are definitely his thing. It tends to happen a lot.
Babies: fur baby, scaly baby, or no baby?
I can actually see him digging something small like a smaller dog or maybe a bunny. But hes not very responsible so I really advise not to give him anything. 
Cocktails: are they extroverted? Introverted? Both? With their s/o? 
Introverted and proud. Does not change with a s/o. What you see is what you get so you gotta deal with the quiet and sleepy him before you get to see the fun and wild him ;)
Dance: would they encourage their s/o to join become "sinful" so they could stay in hell/the devildom? How would they take it if they did?
Oh hell yes he'll try to convince you to stay! Unlike his brother, he's rather selfish when it comes to you and wants to keep you by his side, even though he knows you don't belong down here. Please stay? He'll keep you warm and comfortable, promise.
Exit: Do they like to travel? Where would they want to go? 
Lol thats a straight up no. He likes to take walks and such but he actually doesnt like new environments because he cant sleep well in them. He prefers to stay home in his bed, with his s/o.
Food: what's their favorite date with their s/o?
He likes movie nights because he can cuddle up to them or wrap them both in a soft blanket ya know? Soft words and tight snuggles are his favorite. 
Grease: what's something special they made for their s/o? 
He didn't make it, but he bought it so it still counts; he got him and his s/o matching oversized hoodies that he changes between him and his s/o so they can smell him and he can smell them. 
Honesty: would they ever hide something from their s/o? 
He hides a lot of his feelings from his s/o. He just has a hard time talking about it and prefers to just sleep off any problems he may has. 
Independence: what type of lover are they? Clingy or carefree? 
He's a good mixture of both. On one hand, he loves his alone time and likes to be by himself because he has been for so long, but on the other hand, he really loves to be with his s/o and hold them tightly against him. 
Jealous: are they a jealous person?
He gets super jealous super easily but mainly because he gets insecure. Why do you wanna be with him when he tried to kill you? Its a mystery for him but he sure as hell doesnt want to lose you. 
Kindness: how far would they go for their s/o? Ride or die kind of thing?
He'd do almost anything they ask for, if they ask him. At least, after he's sure that they won't leave him and are actually around to stay. 
Love: what's their love type? 
Quality time. His usual free time is spend sleeping or maybe hanging around beel, but he soon finds himself wanting to spend time with you instead and he honestly doesnt mind seeing your face in front of him, and not just in his dreams. 
Mouth: where's their favorite place to kiss?
Your shoulder. He likes to spoon you a lot and he always places a soft kiss to your shoulder before he dozes off. It's just comforting. 
No: anything they wouldnt do with or for their s/o? 
Betray or hurt beel. Through anything, his twin has always been there for him and stayed by his side, so he would never and could never hurt him 
Odor: what's their favorite scent? On a s/o?
He likes Chamomile because it sends him right off to sleep but he also likes it on you because its relaxing and comforting. 
PDA: how open are they to PDA 
Hes mellow about it. He holds your hand and maybe comes up from behind to hug you, but hes also not overly expressive about it. 
Questions: will they be an open book or not? 
Lol nah nice try though. He just doesnt know how to express his feelings and be fully open, but he does try! Especially if you share something about yourself first. 
Reserved: what's something that only his s/o would know about? 
All his dreams. He dreams a lot and he has a lot of dreams and goals in his life that no one really knows about because he never had anyone to share them with. But with you, he wants to share these things. 
Serious: how long until they start to get really serious with their s/o? 
It takes him a while since hes not very trusting of you at first. But he does realize quicker than expected that you're quickly becoming very important to him.
Type: what's their type in a s/o ? 
Someone who enjoys life and makes him want to enjoy life. A flower type of person if you will. Someone who sees beauty in everything and someone who forgives. But also someone who can hold their own.
Untouched: have they been in a relationship before? How many? 
No. He never cared much for anyone and other than your monthly succubus, he doesnt really like to touch a lot of people.
Very: what's something they're really good at outside of hobbies? 
He can actually sing pretty well! His voice is soothing and low, perfect for when you want to fall asleep. 
Weird: what's something odd or weird about them?
The fact that he can sleep anywhere anytime. Like a lot of people cant do that and its kind of admirable how he just closes his eyes and is gone. 
Xylophone: their favorite part about you? 
Physically? Mentally? 
Physically its your eyes. He likes to get lost in them because theyre like an endless pit full of dreams, hopes, and ambitions. Its like the universe. Mentally its your thoughtfulness and how you can empathize with many beings, including yourself and him. 
Yearning: would they like a family? How many kids? 
Hes not as extreme as his brother but he would want to spend the rest of his life eith you and maybe have a family someday. Maybe.
Zebra: Do they change throughout their relationship? Are they truly themselves? 
He becomes more open and kind toward his s/o. Not so cautious and walking like hes on eggshells. They start to mean a lot to him and he wants to better his wrongs. 
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myluciferiscody · 4 years
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(Dandy anon here!)Ok switching it up now! A tristan x reader where basically the reader is a vampire turned by the countess (when the reader tried commit suicide in the cortez in the 1950s after the death of their husband who was drowned 😉) and the countess see's a little bit of herself in the reader and tries to cheer them up by introducing them to Tristan ~also I really apericate you answering my asks! Its great!❤~
warnings: mentions of death, suicide, and depression
word count: 1,851
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"y/n?"
You paused in front of your door, Room 237 when you heard the sound of your 'mothers' voice. It was very late, just past three in the morning when you decided to wander back home. 
When you didn't respond, she continued on, "I never see you around. You hide from me." You felt a hand on your shoulder, turning you around to face the woman you had despised for years. Elizabeth looked stunning, even her face free of makeup, and dressed for comfort rather than vanity. Her eyes observed you quietly, seeing that you looked well-fed, and you weren't missing any limbs. 
"It's that time again. You know how it is," you respond, brushing her hand from your shoulder. Elizabeth nodded, her eyes casting downward as you refused her attempt to be a mother figure towards you, again. 
"I know. I worry about you, y/n. You think I don't, but I do." Elizabeth said, watching as you fiddled with the handle to your room. "Which is why I want you to meet someone tomorrow evening."
"Elizabeth, I'm not interested in a relationship, you know that-."
"Just come," Elizabeth nodded, gripping your free hand tightly in hers. You allowed it, finally meeting her eyes as she smiled at you, leaning in. As much as you hated to admit it, you almost liked it. You hadn't known the comforting touch of another for years.
"I think it would be good for you," Elizabeth said. "He is a bit troubled, a little lost, like you. Trust me." 
So you agreed. As you watched the clock tick by slowly, you wondered who it could possibly be that she wanted you to meet. You stayed in your room as the morning and afternoon hours ticked by, catching up on some reading and browsing through social media. Elizabeth swung by and told you to be in the lobby by eight. 
When the time came, you changed into better clothes before heading downstairs. You dodged Sally as she stumbled down the hall, laughing and yelling in gibberish at nothing. You could hear her voice ricocheting off the walls as you sat at the bottom of the staircase, seeing an empty lobby, like always. Not even Liz was around. 
You had waited on the stairs for a little while until you heard the sound of heavy boots coming down the stairs behind you. They paused, and you could feel a presence behind you, causing you to look. 
For a moment, you thought that Elizabeth was playing a cruel joke on you. You didn't believe your eyes as you looked at this man, his cerulean eyes observing you as if he also thought Elizabeth was fucking with him. 
"Why are you looking at me like that?" he asked, glaring at you as you gaped at him. 
"I... I... I, uh..." you stuttered out, fumbling over your words like nobody's business. 
He raised an eyebrow at you, before he smirked, coming down the rest of the way. You stood up, seeing as he towered over you by a few inches. "Are you y/n? If you are, I gotta say, you're better looking than I thought you would be."
"You look like someone," you said calmly, finding yourself taking a few steps back from him. "What's your name?" 
"Tristan. Tristan Duffy." he said gruffly, "So... you are y/n, then?"
You nodded, "That's me."
Tristan kind of laughed, "You don't say much."
"I'm sorry, I just..." you decided to shut up, knowing that you'd only be spending one night with this man. He didn't need to know the details of your life, he was just going to be gone tomorrow, anyway. 
"Come on, I'll buy you a drink," Tristan said, gesturing for you to follow him. You did, wondering what Elizabeth's deal was, asking you to meet this guy that looked identical to your dead husband. 
You had sat at the bar with Tristan for a few hours. He seemed pleased that you finally seemed to open up after a bit. Despite his gruff appearance, he was rather endearing and had a great sense of humor. You found yourself laughing at his jokes, and before you knew it, you had moved to one of the couches in the lounge, sitting side by side as you talked.
"Who do I look like that, you know?" Tristan asked, "It's weird, Elizabeth said the same thing to me when we first met." 
You picked at a piece of string on one of the pillows sitting in your lap. You realized that you were starting to like Tristan. After all the time you had spent at the Hotel Cortez, it took you years to tell anyone. And why you have moved to California all the way from Southern Florida. 
"You look like my husband," you said quietly.
Tristan sat up straight, giving you a confused look, he almost seemed disappointed, "You're married?"
"No! No! Not anymore, at least," you said, watching as his posture relaxed. "He died. A long time ago."
Tristan quirked an eyebrow at you, "Are you..."
"Yes."
Tristan nodded, "Me too."
You sighed, "Elizabeth?"
"Who else?" Tristan laughed. 
You smiled, "I've been this young since 1954."
"You're really old," Tristan said, eyeing you up and down. "You're still banging, though."
You threw the pillow at him, smacking him directly in the face. He laughed before tossing it back. "Seriously, though. What's your story?"
"I'm afraid to tell you," you said honestly.
"Why?" Tristan frowned, his arm draping over the back of the couch. His hand itched to touch your shoulder, but he refrained. "I'm good at keeping secrets, sometimes." he joked.
"Everyone I have ever cared about, or loved, has left me," you whispered. Tristan watched you silently, and you continued on. 
"I was born in Florida in 1930. I was born to a wealthy family, and we lived next to the same family ever since I was born. They had a son who was just a few months older than me, his name was..." you swallowed, you haven't talked about him in so long. "His name was Dandy."
Tristan snickered, and you found your lips twitching at the sound. However, he quickly masked it, giving you a solemn look. "I'm sorry, please continue," Tristan said.
"Anyway, we went to school together, some fancy private institution that started allowing girls a few years before we enrolled. We spent a lot of time together, he didn't have many friends, except for another girl and me. When we were in high school, things between us changed. I had a boyfriend at the time. We dated for two months before he went missing." you swallowed.
Tristan perked up, "He went missing?" 
"Yes. They never found him, I don't think." you sighed. "But after that, many months later, we started dating. We dated nearly five years before we finally got married. His mother liked me, but when we announced her engagement, she tried to break us up. We both came from wealthy families, but she was afraid I was going to take their money." you rolled your eyes. "It was all a big mess for a while. When we got married, it was only the two of us."
"What about your parents?" Tristan asked.
"They died not long after graduation. They were driving home from a party when a storm came through, it looked like they lost control of the car and drove off a hill." you frowned, "Ironically, I was supposed to go with them that night, but... Dandy begged me not to go, I ended up pretending to be sick last minute, I watched them drive away from my window, and I never saw them again."
Tristan didn't say anything, but you felt his hand finally press against your shoulder. Much like the night before, you enjoyed the contact from another person. 
"We got married in October of 1951. We were married only a few months before he was taken from me." you sighed. "Dandy never wanted kids growing up, but after we got married, he talked about them. It was actually the last thing we talked about before he died."
"How did he?-"
"He drowned." you said flatly, "I came home one day and found him, someone had moved his body after he passed."
"y/n, I'm so sorry," Tristan whispered.
"You look just like him," you continued, "I still have all of our photo albums. The few photos I had of us in color disappeared," you frowned. "I look at them all of the time, but everything else about him exists only in my memory. Tomorrow is the anniversary of his death, he's been gone almost seventy years."
"How did Elizabeth find you?"
You smiled weakly, "After he died, I inherited his money. I still had the large fortune left to me by my parents, including the money I received selling my parents' house. I lived in Florida for a few more months. I went into a deep depression, I hardly left my room, I lost so much weight that I ended up being hospitalized. Until finally, I just packed some things and left."
Tristan was still interested, and you continued telling him your story. You went to Los Angeles after traveling the world. Dandy had always talked about going to LA or moving there eventually. You came for him, but Elizabeth found you one night, sleeping in Dandy's car. 
"She could practically smell the tragedy wafting off me," you said. "She offered me a room here, said that I could stay as long as I wanted as long as I wasn't living in my car. I lived here for a few weeks, but staying in one place, especially the same city Dandy had always spoken about visiting, caused my depression to get worse." 
"On his second anniversary, I tried to kill myself," you laughed dryly. "I tried to drown myself in the bathtub, but it was hard. It made me think of what he went through in his final moments. So I took a bunch of pills, not wanting to wake up the next day."
Tristan winced, his hand still lingering on your shoulder.
"But I did. I woke up in Elizabeth's room, standing over me. She was crying, asking what happened to me that made me want to die. I was very angry, I stormed off, and I stayed away for a few days. Until I couldn't take the hunger anymore, and I came back, asking what she did to me."
"Do you still hate her?" Tristan asked.
You looked at him, seeing how intensely he was watching you. 
"I did." you answered honestly, "I hated her for a long time. I felt like she took away my one chance to be with him again, to finally stop all of the suffering I was going through. She told me about all the loss she suffered, but I always said she never understood how I felt." you frowned. "Now, I think she always did."
Tristan smiled at you, and you smiled back. For the first time in a long time, you felt hope. 
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sodamvelvets · 4 years
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“remember forever”
kim yerim x fem reader
warnings: kinda angst in the middle 
word count: 4,234
a/n: It took forever, but it’s finally done! This story was originally going to end with angst but I felt bad doing that, so the ending will be fluff as usual. I’m hoping to do an Irene fic next :) Enjoy!
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The jarring sound of the school bell snaps Kim Yerim awake, the brunette blinking confusedly as she watches her classmates begin to slowly file out of the lecture hall. With wide eyes, Yerim hastily packs her things and stumbles out behind them, her black messenger bag hanging lazily over her shoulder and bouncing against her hip bone with each step she takes. All around Yerim, her fellow students begin to file out of their classes and fill the hallways, their louder than usual chatter signaling the end of a long and tiring school day.
“Kim Yerim!” A sudden force slams into Yerim, jumping on her back, and instinctively she shakes the weight from her body, hearing a loud thunk as she frees herself from her attacker's grasp. Yeri’s expression is one of annoyance as her eyes narrow upon you, her troublemaking best friend, who currently lays groaning on the floor. Wordlessly, Yerim helps you to your feet. 
Yerim scowls at the bashful grin on your face, self consciously glancing around as she hears the snickers of her peers.
 “Shin Y/N,” She hisses into your ear, grabbing your wrist. “When will you quit acting so childish? We’re almost thirteen!”
You raise a brow, pulling away from Yerim’s grasp. “Thirteen isn’t that old,” You say, your pace easily falling in sync with Yerim’s as the two of you exit the school together. “At least not old enough for our moms to let us walk home on our own,” You mutter, digging your hands into your pockets. 
Yerim unintentionally laughs, her irritation with you quickly fading as your lip curves into a pout. “Maybe they will one day,” Yerim says, comfortingly patting your back, even if she doesn’t quite understand why having to walk home with her upsets you so much. 
You beam at the younger girl. “Yeah! I’ll even ask my mom about it tonight!”
Yerim halfheartedly grins in response to your enthusiasm. Truthfully, Yerim doesn’t think she ever wants to walk home without you, or at least not until she has to, but that time won’t come for another three years when Yerim will most likely transfer to some performance arts high school that can better accommodate her trainee life. Until then though, Yerim wants to spend as much time as possible with you and make all the memories she can, before her free time is completely swallowed by her tedious practice hours that are already starting to encroach on her life now. 
You’ve always been supportive of Yerim’s dream, ever since last year when she first told you she wanted to become an idol, and Yerim has always appreciated that, but lately it’s become an unspoken rule to not talk about the future, where you and Yerim will have to go your separate ways. Honestly, the thought of not always being with you scares Yerim. She can’t even remember a time when she wasn’t with you, growing up across the street from each other the two of you became quick friends, as did your mothers, and throughout your entire lives it was always spent together, and Yerim never thought it would be any different. But now that she’s a trainee, she realizes it will be different, and soon.
“Y/N?” Yerim asks suddenly, breaking the comfortable silence that had previously settled between you and her. “We’ll be together forever, right?”
Yerim bites her lips, noticing as a weird look of confusion fills your eyes. “Of course,” You say, your voice laced with worry. “Why would you think we wouldn’t be?”
“I don’t know,” Yerim responds, rubbing the back of her neck. “I guess with me being a trainee now I was just scared about what that meant for us in the future.”
“Oh,” You laugh quietly, reaching for Yerim’s hand. “You think we won’t be best friends then because you’ll have to go to a different school.” Yerim nods and a smirk slowly spreads across your lips as you teasingly punch her shoulder. “Kim Yerim, you’re a lot dumber than I thought. I’m not going to stop being friends with you just because you have to go to a different high school.”
Yeri smiles softly. “Promise?” 
“Promise,” You whisper, interlocking your pinky with Yerim’s. “Besides,” You add. “Three years is a long time from now.”
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You were wrong, three years is not a long time, Yerim thinks bitterly as she gets ready for her first day at Hanlim and adjusts the bow of her freshly ironed gyobok, her eyes landing on a photograph of you and Yerim from this summer when you went to Everland all the way in Yongin. 
Yerim remembers that day well. You were almost constantly smiling and there was this certain teasing but friendly lilt in your voice as you made fun of Yerim for being too afraid to go on the scarier rides. But what she remembers most clearly is what happened that night, when the two of you returned to your house, Yerim having been allowed to spend the night at your home. She remembers being surprised when you showed her the bottle of soju you had stolen from your parents, and how you and her nervously took turns sipping from it, quickly becoming giggling messes. Despite being insanely drunk at the time, to this day, Yerim can still clearly recall what happened next.
“Wait, you’ve never been kissed?” You laughed in disbelief, your cheeks starting to turn slightly red from the alcohol. “Not even by any of the hot guy trainees?”
“No,” Yerim responded, embarrassedly ducking her head and focusing on the pattern of the rug beneath her. “They’re all gross.”
“Even Minhyung?” You asked with a raised brow, and Yerim rolled her eyes.
“Especially him!” Yerim exclaimed with a fake gag, which caused you to chuckle. It was a well-known fact that Yerim loathed Minhyung, or as he preferred to be called, Mark. The young rapper had much to Yerim’s distaste begun a fruitless and in Yerim’s opinion, a rather shameless pursuit of you two months ago when he had first seen you walking Yerim to the SM training center. 
“Well,” You said, suddenly leaning closer to Yerim, wearing a frown. “I obviously can’t let my best friend go to her fancy idol school without ever having kissed someone.”
And then you gently wrapped your arms around her neck, delicately pressing your lips to Yerim’s for only a few seconds before pulling away with a confident smirk and giggling at Yerim’s shocked expression. “I think you’re ready for Hanlim now.”
Of course, Yerim realizes now you only did that because you were drunk, but she likes to think that you would’ve done it sober too, even if that’s just an impossible fantasy. Yerim sighs, her gaze returning to the image of you and Yerim, which she automatically omits herself from, focusing on you and your relaxed half-grin, that even in an image manages to make her heartbeat quicken, which seems to be a growing problem for Yerim as of late.
Yerim supposes it started sometime during the last year, long before you kissed her, when for some reason you suddenly stopped looking so dorky to Yerim, and less like the awkward best friend of her whole life and more like a beautiful and mature young woman that quite frankly left her speechless. Suddenly, Yerim began to notice the little things about you that despite her years with you had never caught her attention before, like how you would subtly raise a brow when you were annoyed or the way you’d bite the inside of your cheek when you wanted to say something but couldn’t. Yerim was surprised to find that she no longer wanted to slap you when you made your stupid jokes but rather laugh, and even worse kiss you goodbye instead of simply hugging you. 
Yerim never told you any of this though nor did she dare act on it, instead she chose to keep it to herself, which is why you never quite understood Yerim’s hatred for Mark Lee, whom she frequently found herself jealous of, especially when just a week after your kiss with Yerim, you finally agreed to go on a date with him that led the two of you to quickly enter a relationship with each other, and of course everyone loved Mark, especially your parents. Even though Yerim said she was happy for you, always forcing a smile when you would excitedly tell her Mark was teaching you English or that you had plans with him for the weekend, deep down she was upset that she couldn’t be Mark, because sometime in between your walks home together and your whispered secrets in the dark, Yerim started to fall in love with you, her best friend, and all she wants is for you to love her back in the way she loves you. 
“Yerim, let’s go!” Yerim’s head snaps up at the sound of her mother’s voice, eyes widening as she hurriedly grabs her bag and slings it over her shoulder as she races downstairs, yelling a farewell to her younger sisters as she runs out the door, where she sees her mother sitting in the family car, leaning slightly outside the rolled down window and talking to someone who Yerim immediately recognizes as you.
“Yerim!” You call excitedly, apologetically excusing yourself from your conversation with Yerim’s mother as you run to meet Yerim, capturing her in a tight embrace. “Excited for Hanlim?” You ask, pulling away and giving Yerim an impressed look. 
Yerim shrugs, observing your own gyobok, which is a lot simpler than hers. “I guess so,” Yerim chuckles, poking your stomach. “I definitely won’t miss you though.”
You cackle, melodramatically clutching your heart and pretending to have been shot, stopping when Yerim kicks your shin. “That is a lie Kim Yerim,” You say, wearing a knowing grin. “I know for a fact that you adore my presence.”
Yerim crosses her arms, her brow arching upwards. “Do I now?”
“Yes,” You say confidently, tapping Yerim lightly on the nose. “You love me.”
If only you knew, Yerim thinks bitterly, before shaking the thought away. “Unfortunately, you are right,” She huffs, and you smirk in victory.
“I gotta go,” You mutter, checking your watch. “I’ll catch you later Kim Yerim. Have fun with the talented kids,” You tease, and Yerim gasps in offense, moving to hit your shoulder but missing, causing you to childishly stick your tongue out at her. 
“Hey,” Yerim says, grabbing your wrist as you start to leave. “SM is giving student trainees the day off for the first day of school, do you want to do something together after your classes end?”
“I’m so sorry Yerim,” You say with an apologetic smile. “But I can't, I have classes until ten o’clock tonight and I promised Mark I’d practice English with him one more time before my hagwons start next week. I’m really sorry Yerim.”
Yerim internally facepalms herself. Of course, you’re busy, Yerim forgot your school day isn’t cut short like hers is in order to accommodate her training schedule, and even if it was, you’d obviously want to spend your free time with your own boyfriend. Noticing the worried expression that has spread across your face due to Yerim’s silence, she hastily forces out a laugh. “It’s okay, maybe another time then?”
“Definitely,” You promise, lightly patting Yerim’s cheek before pulling away from her grasp. “Have a good day Yerim!” You call over your shoulder as you start to jog away.
“You too, Shin Y/N,” Yerim murmurs waving goodbye, watching as you set off down the sidewalk, heading in the direction of the nearby high school. 
“Ready?” Yerim’s mother asks as she climbs into the passenger seat. 
Yerim nods, taking one last look at your receding form before smoothing her skirt. “Yeah.”
Yerim doesn’t see you much after that day, especially once she was requested to move into the SM dorms following her debut. Sometimes she’ll see you hanging around the dorms with Mark, who like Yeri also managed to debut. The two of you are still going strong even after almost two years. But other than your occasional appearance at the dorms, Yeri doesn’t ever really see you around. Both of you had little to no free time with Yerim’s training and your constant after school studying and hagwons that went all the way until two in the morning. In fact, you’re so busy that she hasn’t personally heard anything from you since the congratulatory text you sent Yerim after her first special stage for Ice Cream Cake, which was over a year ago. 
The most recent time she saw you was a couple months ago when she returned home for Chuseok, having been granted a few days off by her company, and even then it was barely an interaction, just a rapidly uttered hello as you ran past Yerim’s house, chasing after your younger brother and pet dog, with a laughing Mark trailing closely behind, having been invited to stay with your family since he couldn’t return to Canada. Despite the briefness of your encounter, Yerim still remembers the way you looked, your long black hair flowing in the wind, everything about you still as gorgeous as ever. Even after all these years, Yerim was still jealous of Mark Lee. 
Still, Yerim doesn’t blame you for not being able to spend time with her, especially as the days practically fly past Yerim and she soon finds herself already wrapping up her fourth comeback with Red Velvet, Russian Roulette. By now Yerim guesses it’s been almost a year since she saw you on Chuseok, but today, as she determinedly walks up the drive of your house, knowing it’s one of the two Saturdays you have off from school each month, she decides that streak will end. Yerim misses you a lot, and even though she hasn’t seen you in so long, she still loves you just as much as she did before the two of you lost touch, and as Yerim rings your doorbell, she feels hopeful that she can revive your friendship, not even caring that she can’t be the one to hold your heart. She just wants you back in her life in some way, no matter the label of your relationship. 
“Yerim!” Your mother, Mrs. Shin, gasps in surprise as she opens the door, wrapping her arms around Yerim in a tight hug. “It’s been years!” Mrs. Shin pulls away from Yerim, looking at her with a raised brow. “But what brings you here, aren’t you busy with promotions?”
Yerim gapes at Mrs. Shin, somewhat surprised that she’s kept up with Red Velvet’s activities before shaking her head. “No, they just ended actually,” Yerim says, rubbing her neck awkwardly. “I just came by to see Y/N, it’s been a while since we last talked.”
Mrs. Shin tilts her head, an unreadable expression coming over her face. “Y/N?” She echoes, confusion clearly laced in her voice. 
“Yeah,” Yerim laughs uncomfortably, attempting to peer over your mother’s shoulder and look inside your house. “Is she here?”
“Oh Yerim,” Mrs. Shin says softly, sudden realization in her voice as she reaches for Yerim’s hand. “She didn’t tell you, did she?”
“Tell me what?” Yerim asks nervously, dread beginning to build in her stomach.”
“Y/N went to America to study abroad,” Mrs. Shin whispers. “She won’t be back until she graduates.”
You broke your promise, Yerim thinks as tears begin to roll down her cheeks. You promised you’d be with Yerim forever and then you left. Yerim wants to scream, and curse the world, to fly all the way to America tell you how much she hates you, but the worst part is, she can’t do that because she knows she’d be lying. Even after all you’ve done, Kim Yerim still loves you, and she can’t even stay mad at you for leaving. 
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Yerim sighs softly as her makeup artist, Kyoung Mee, applies her lip liner, preparing the young idol for Red Velvet’s fan meeting happening in less than an hour. 
“All right,” Kyoung Mee says, patting Yerim’s shoulder. “You’re all set.”
Yerim smiles in appreciation. “Thank you, it looks beautiful.”
Yerim bites her lip, looking in the mirror and adjusting her jacket. It’s been four years since that day when she found out you went to study abroad, and even now, you still haven’t officially returned. According to your mother, you had decided to stay in America to study at some high-class med school. Every once in a while, you’ll come to Korea for a brief visit before disappearing again, but no matter how hard she tries to free up her schedule, Yerim always seems to miss you. 
“Yeri’s making that face again!” Yerim jumps at the sound of her bandmate, Park Sooyoung’s voice, Yerim turning in her seat to slap the older girl as she appears behind Yerim, wearing a mischievous smirk. “You hit like a baby Yeri, but I guess it makes sense since you’re the maknae.” 
Yerim rolls her eyes. “Why don’t you give me another try,” She mutters. 
“No thanks,” Joy grins, pinching Yerim’s cheeks. “We can’t have our little baby tiring herself out before the fan meet,” 
“I swear to God Sooyoung,” Yerim growls swatting the older girl’s hand away. “I‘ll kill you one day.”
“I’d like to see you try,” Joy cackles, ruffling Yerim’s hair and taking a seat next to her. “Anyways,” Joy says, leaning back in her chair and stretching out her arms behind her. “Why were you making that face again?”
“What face?” Yerim asks flatly, pulling out her phone and beginning to scroll through her social media. 
Joy shrugs. “The one you make when you think about that Shin Y/N girl.”
Yerim places her phone on the table, meeting Joy’s gaze. “I don’t make a face when I think about her,” Yeri deadpans. 
Joy laughs obnoxiously. “Yes, you do.” 
Yerim crosses her arms. “No, I don’t.”
“Actually, for once Sooyoung is right,” Joohyun, who despite being across the room calls, clearly having been listening to the two younger girls’ conversation. “You totally do. I remember you used to make the same exact face whenever you’d see her and Mark Lee together.”
“Shut up Irene!” Yeri yells, sinking down in her chair, and burying her head in her hands, she feels like an idiot. It’s been five years since she last saw you and yet somehow she’s still horribly in love with you. You, a girl who quite literally left Yerim on her own and has never once even thought of Yerim romantically. 
“I’m sorry Yerim. I didn’t mean to upset you,” Joy says softly after a few moments of silence, reaching out to grab Yerim’s wrist. “But, don’t you think it’s time to move on?”
“I’ve tried Sooyoung,” Yerim murmurs. “I just can’t.”
Joy opens her mouth to say something but closes it when their manager appears with Seulgi and Seungwan lurking behind him. “It’s time for the fan meeting ladies.”
Yerim nods, standing to follow her manager, but Sooyoung stops her. “Will you be okay?” 
Yerim takes a deep breath. “Yeah.” She says, brushing past Sooyoung.  
Yerim is smiling broadly by the time the fan meeting is nearing its end, her precious luvies having improved her mood significantly, each brief conversation and signed album helping her push away any lingering thoughts of you. 
“What the hell?” Yerim hears Irene mutter under her breath, and Yerim briefly peers over at her leader only to find her cheerfully conversing with a female fan, who has hidden their face in embarrassment, and Yerim assumes it’s most likely because of some greasy pick-up line that Irene learned from Seungwan.
Still confused, Yerim looks down the table,  handing a luvie their album back and searching for what could’ve possibly alarmed Irene as she waits for Joohyun to finish things up with the fan she’s currently talking with. But Yerim notices nothing out of the ordinary unless she counts the different order she and her members had decided to sit in today, that leaves Yerim and Irene at the table’s end.
“Excuse me?” Yerim jumps at the sound, her gaze refocusing forwards as the female luvie who had just been chatting with Irene sits down in front of her, wearing a lazy half-grin, and Yerim’s jaw drops. Suddenly, she understands Joohyun’s prior shock. It’s you.
“It’s been awhile Kim Yerim,” You murmur. 
Yerim gapes, taking in your face that’s just as gorgeous and breathtaking if not even more so than she remembers, and she sees that your eyes are still filled with their familiar troublemaking gleam. Tentatively Yerim reaches to touch you, slightly surprised to find she can feel your warm skin underneath her fingers. 
“You’re actually here,” She laughs in amazement, tears starting to roll down her cheeks. 
“Of course I am,” You say, grabbing Yerim’s hand and giving it a comforting squeeze before your lips curve into a smirk. “Hey, when you stop crying can you sign my album?”
Yerim kicks you under the table. “You’re such a jerk.”
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Yerim’s shoulder brushes against yours as the two of you walk quietly up the stairs that lead to Yerim’s dorm room. The fansign had ended over an hour ago and with Joohyun’s help, Yerim had been able to convince her manager to let her skip the rest of her schedule, allowing her to spend the remainder of the day with you.
“I’m sorry for leaving you,” You say finally as Yerim unlocks the door and ushers you inside, effectively breaking the silence that had previously settled between you and Yerim.
Yerim bites her lip, glancing up at you and noticing the guilty expression on your face. “It’s fine,” She says slowly, guiding you to her bed where she settles herself, motioning for you to do the same and trying her best to keep her voice even as she continues. “But why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because I knew you’d be able to change my mind,” You mutter, your gaze becoming far off as you sit down beside Yerim. 
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Yerim asks. 
You look at Yerim, smiling slightly. “You’re still dumb as ever Kim Yerim,” You chuckle. “Do you remember Minhyung?”
“Mark?” Yerim nods her head. “Of course.”
“You never liked him did you?” 
Yerim doesn’t respond causing you to laugh loudly. 
“It’s okay,” You say quietly, leaning into Yerim’s side. “I didn’t like him either, at least not in the way I should’ve. Whenever I was with him I was always thinking of someone else. He told me to stay in Korea, but I didn’t listen,” You frown. “I actually ended up breaking up with him over it, but that’s not the point. The point is, I think that if that someone else I mentioned had told me to stay I would’ve, without a second thought. Even if they said the exact same thing Mark did.” 
Yerim’s mouth goes dry as she stares at you, your words from earlier ringing in her ears, that she would’ve been able to change your mind. Yerim thinks of all the times you left lingering touches on her skin that she had never let herself believe were more than friendly. She thinks of how you’d always ask her to sleep in your bed when she’d stay over at your house, even when you were most definitely old enough to sleep alone. She thinks of the dozens of times you rejected Mark before you finally said yes, exactly a week after you kissed her, seemingly giving him a chance out of nowhere. “You weren’t drunk that night, were you?” 
“When I kissed you?” You shrug. “No, at least not enough to not know what I was doing.“
Yerim isn’t sure how it happens, maybe it was all those wasted years of yearning manifesting themself, but suddenly she finds herself hovering over you, gently pressing you into the plush mattress as she moves her lips so tantalizingly close to yours that she can feel your uneven breaths tickling her skin. Yerim doesn’t dare close the gap though, instead searching your eyes for a sign to continue, and all it takes is your subtle nod for her to finally do what she’s been waiting to do for so long, capturing your lips in a kiss that she makes sure shows how long, how much, she’s wanted this, her body falling on top of yours as you pull her into you, and flip the two over so you’re straddling Yerim by her waist. Soft whines escaping Yerim as you run your tongue across her bottom lip, before pressing it into her mouth, tangling your hands amongst Yerim’s hair. 
“You know I meant it,” You breathe out minutes later as much to Yerim’s distaste, you slowly pull away from her, rolling off her and onto your side, allowing Yerim to wrap a protective arm around your body as your head moves to rest on her shoulder.  
Yerim glances down at you. “Meant what?”  
“When I promised you we’d always be together,” You say with a small smile. “I’m transferring to a med school in Seoul this month.”
Yerim’s eyes widen. “I thought you forgot about that promise.”
“No way,” You murmur, reaching to caress Yerim’s cheek. “When it comes to you Kim Yerim, I’ll remember forever.”
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If I Never Met You: Chapter 20
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(??? X Reader) Idol!AU, Manager!Reader
DISCLAIMER: Since this fic is very similar to real life BTS I think I should probably say this. While the member in this chapter has admitted to struggling with eating disorders during his time as a celebrity, I DO NOT claim to understand what goes on in his head or how he personally feels, nor do I intend to make light of the situation. I hope the way I wrote this chapter makes it obvious that I treat these issues very seriously. 
Genre: (PG13) fluff, angst
WC: 4.6k
Warnings: Mentions and discussions of eating disorders and body dysmorphia. I did my best to turn it positive, but if these things bother you it may be better to skip this chapter.
Series Masterlist
Chapter 19 | Chapter 20 | Chapter 21
A/N - If you are having a difficult time, whether it be about the issues discussed in this chapter or other emotional distress and you are finding it difficult to cope with on your own, please don't be afraid to seek help. Either through friends/family or professional help - it is not shameful. Mental health is just as important as physical health, so please everyone take care of yourselves.
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I stood in the hallway outside of the dance studio with Sejin and a few other staff, including one who was holding a camera. The boys were practicing, but we had a surprise planned for one member in particular. We lit the candles after one of the boys turned off the lights in the room, signaling for us to enter.
We entered the room singing happy birthday and I turned the lights back on to see Jimin smiling and clapping along to everyone’s singing. After he blew out the candles, Sejin handed him the bags full of fried chicken that we bought for all of them to enjoy and take a break from their hard practice. Jimin started to look like he was getting emotional so the others teased him, playfully hitting him and telling him to cry.
“It’s kind of expected that we prepare a secret camera, isn’t it?” Suga said to the Bangtan Bomb camera while Tae hugged Jimin from behind.
“How could I have not realized it was a secret camera?” Jimin asked as the woman holding the cake handed it to Jimin for him to hold. “The cake is pretty!” he said with a smile.
Even though he looked perfect anyway, Jimin got embarrassed in front of the Bangtan Bomb camera because his face was bare. I rolled my eyes when he started covering his face with one hand while balancing the cake with the other while thanking us for the cake and the surprise.
Jin took notice of Jimin hiding behind his hand. “You don’t have confidence in your bare face?” he asked. Meanwhile, Tae was focused on removing the candles from the cake.
“No, I don’t. I’m shy, but really thankful!” he addressed the camera.
As soon as he finished talking, Jungkook took some of the icing with his finger to smear on Jimin’s face. Jin, Hobi, and Tae quickly followed suit, laughing while Jimin deadpanned at everyone for giving him the unwanted facial. Although, Tae was the one doing most of it, nearly covering half of his friend’s face on his own. Even Joon came over and added to the masterpiece.
Soon enough, Jimin got back at Taehyung, swiping a long trail of icing down the side of his face and neck just before all the boys came together for us to take some pictures. Seeing them joke and play around like this was one of my favorite things. Even if the moments didn’t last long, they were much needed and well deserved in between all the practicing and schedules.
The staff filming for the Bangtan Bomb continued to film when they opened up the fried chicken to finally dig in. Everyone except for Jungkook sat on the floor around the food. For some reason, Jungkook thought he needed to lose weight, so he didn’t want to eat the fried food.
After the camera was shut off and the other staff were leaving, Jin asked me and Sejin, “Are you going to eat with us?” Sejin said he had something to do before saying bye and leaving the room.
“No, I don’t think so. We’ll let you guys hang out and relax.” I offered them a smile before turning to walk away. To tell the truth, I wanted to stay – partially because Korean fried chicken was just so good, and also of course because I love to hang out with my boys. But I have honestly been getting worried that I hang around them too much and didn’t want to overstay my welcome.
“Are you busy, noona?” Jimin asked.
“Not really,” I responded. “Why?”
He got up and shuffled over to me, pulling on my arm to bring me back towards them. “Then why not stay? This is for my birthday, and I want you to stay with us,” he said with a pout. “If you want to, of course.”
I smiled. “Of course I would like to, Jimin-ah.”
“Then please?” He said as he gently pushed on my shoulders to urge me to sit and Hoseok moved over to make room for me.
I laughed. “Okay, I guess I’ll hang out for a little bit then.” I sat down next to Hobi while Jimin reclaimed his spot to my left.
“We haven’t gotten to see you that much outside of work the past few weeks,” Namjoon said in between taking bites out of a wing.
“Yeah, sorry,” I said, grabbing the piece that Jimin offered me. I smiled at him as a silent thank you. “I’ve either had other stuff to do for work or was trying to spend some time to myself. You know I love you guys, but sometimes I like my alone time.” That wasn’t a complete lie. Even if I did start to prefer spending more time with them rather than being alone, I still needed to have some time just for myself. Who didn’t?
But I definitely wasn’t going to tell them that I was also becoming scared of being too clingy.
“That’s understandable,” Jin said. “But it’s still nice to spend time with you, especially moments like this.”
We continued to chat while finishing up the chicken. Between seven people and how delicious it was, it was done in no time. I noticed that Jimin only grabbed two or three pieces, spending the time to just nibble on them, but I figured he may have just not been particularly hungry so I didn’t think too much about it and set the observation aside.
After we finished, I volunteered to clean everything up and stuck around for just a little bit longer. Right now they were mostly learning and practicing the performance for one of the end of the year awards shows, which would be starting next month. They were up for Best New Artist awards at a few shows, and would be performing at some of them as well. It was a small performance, but we were excited to be able to have the opportunity nonetheless.
I stayed only for a little bit before heading home. While walking home, I suddenly realized that Jimin’s was the first birthday that was celebrated after I had started working at Big Hit and all seven of those wonderful boys walked into my life. I couldn’t believe that it had already been a year since then. Time had just been flying by, it seemed. I guessed that was what happened when you were so busy you practically eat, breathe and sleep your work.
I’d been living in South Korea for more than a year, and it had been that long since I saw my family. I missed them sorely, but I was also very happy with the life I was making for myself here too. I was even paying my own rent now, after swearing up and down to Bang PD that I wouldn’t be scraping by if I did, telling him if he really could afford to keep spending the money that went toward my rent it should go to the boys for some extra pocket money.
It was already pretty late when I heard shuffling footsteps make their way to the apartment across the hall from mine, and I opened my door to offer a greeting to the boys and make sure they were doing okay.
“Hey, noona,” Namjoon said, holding back a yawn.
“Hey,” I responded. “You guys are getting back late. Everything okay?”
“Yeah, we’re fine,” Hoseok responded.
I nodded and was about to retreat back into my house before I realized something. There weren’t seven people standing in the hallway. “Wait. Where’s Jimin?” I asked.
“He said he wanted to practice a little longer,” Tae said, frowning.
“Ah okay,” I responded, nodding slowly. “Well, get some rest guys. You need it.” I smiled before they waved and said good night, entering their home.
I quickly changed out of my pajamas, thinking to grab some leftover food I had in my fridge before putting on a jacket and leaving the apartment. I started walking quickly toward the company building. I normally didn’t like to be out at this time by myself if I could help it, even if these streets were significantly safer than what I was used to, but I felt like I had to check on Jimin.
I carefully approached the room to the dance studio, its light spilling into the dark hallway. I peered through the window, and sure enough Jimin was in there, dancing really hard. I almost never saw him get as exhausted as he looked right now, with beads of sweat sticking to his skin and making his hair wet. I frowned at the sight, worried for my friend.
When Jimin finished his dance, he collapsed on the floor, spreading his legs out and holding his upper body up with his hands on either side of him. He then pulled his legs close to his chest, resting his elbows on his knees and pressed his palms onto his face. I carefully opened the door and slowly walked in.
He didn’t seem to notice my presence when he said, “Gotta keep going. Not good enough yet.”
I waited another moment before deciding to alert him to my existence. “Jimin-ah, you look so tired.”
He quickly turned around in shock, eyeing me closely. “Noona, when did you get here?” he asked, still pretty breathless from his dance workout.
“Just a minute ago,” I said as I walked over and sat in front of him. He lowered his knees into a cross-legged position. “They told me you decided to stay to practice more, and I was worried that you might be hungry. I noticed you didn’t eat much of the chicken earlier.”
He smiled slightly. “I’m fine, noona. No need to worry about me.”
I looked closely at his face, his smile not convincing me. “You looked like you were working yourself way too hard, Jimin. Are you sure you’re okay?”
“Why wouldn’t I be okay?” He held my gaze and even though I could see there was something there he wouldn’t tell me, I decided not to press any further.
I sighed. “Well, you should at least eat something. I brought some food with me.” I pulled the container out of my bag.
“Okay, I’ll have a little bit,” Jimin said, knowing I was going to be stubborn about this and not let him say no.
“And we should really get back to the dorm afterward too. You looked like you could barely stand up.”
“Okay, okay,” he said as he took the chopsticks I offered him. “Manager-nim knows best.” He lightly chuckled.
“I’m not being your manager right now Jimin,” I said, sliding on the floor to move next to him and resting my head on his shoulder. “I’m being your friend.”
He ate about half of the food I brought with me. Although I was hoping he’d eat the whole thing, I decided to take it as a win. After that, he gathered his things so we could walk home together.
In the hallway outside our apartments, I gave him a hug. “Good night. And don’t forget to take care of yourself. We don’t want our precious Jimin to get hurt.”
He squeezed me a bit tighter, replying “I will. Don’t worry about me.”
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Even though I still didn’t spend all my free time with the boys, I started to pay close attention to Jimin whenever I was with them. Something about that day made me feel worried for him. I saw certain mannerisms that were scarily similar to something I was all too familiar with.
I didn’t make a habit of addressing it when I saw something unusual because I didn’t want to push him away, but I started taking mental notes. How he would deny eating food when everyone sat down to eat, or at the very least he’d nibble on a few pieces to make it look like he was eating a full meal when he didn’t. When he’d stay late after practice to either keep going or just exercise, even if he exercised earlier that day too. And his members weren’t blind, I know they saw it too. But approaching someone about these kinds of things wasn’t easy to do.
On a day when the boys got to relax a bit at home, I decided to stop by to chill, having spent a good amount of time by myself recently and was feeling a tad lonely. Jimin was sitting in the living room, browsing through the internet on his phone and I sat next to him. I pulled out my own phone, but glanced at what Jimin was looking at before getting lost in my own device. He didn’t notice me looking as I watched him read comments.
But not just regular comments. Hate comments.
He somehow found a coal mine of comments all about his body and figure. People who were saying that Jimin was only good for his abs. I even saw one or two comments turning the nickname of Mochi some Armys had given him because of his cute cheeks into an insult, saying it meant he was fat. He must have been reading a blog created by antis to find such concentrated hate comments.
I diverted my attention before he realized I was looking at what he was doing. As much as I wanted to tear the phone out of his hands and yell at him for paying attention to people who don’t know what they’re talking about, I thought better of it. These things needed to be handled delicately. No wonder he’d been acting so unhealthy lately.
Then later that same week, we were all at the company. The boys were working on choreography, either for their upcoming performance or for their next comeback and I was in my office, figuring out their schedules for a few weeks from now. I was concentrating on figuring out how to untangle some conflicts when my phone started ringing.
Checking the caller ID, I saw it was Jungkook. That kid rarely used his phone to actually contact people, so it shocked me for a moment. “Hello?” I answered.
“Noona!” I could hear the urgency in his voice. “Jimin hyung’s passed out!”
“What?!” I yelled into the phone, abruptly standing up. “Where are you?”
“In the dance studio,” he responded, his breathing very unsteady. “We were in the middle of the choreography when he just fainted. Noona, what do we do?”
“Is he breathing? Is he hurt anywhere?” I asked.
“Yes he’s breathing, that was the first thing Namjoon hyung checked. And I don’t think he’s hurt. There’s no bleeding or anything like that.”
“Okay, good.” I looked through my purse for the snack bar I always kept just in case I got hungry in between meals before hurrying out of my office. “Don’t worry too much. Just make sure that he’s in a position that should make it easy for him to breath. He’ll probably wake up any minute and he’ll be okay. I’m on my way.”
We hung up the call and less than a minute later I walked through the door to the studio. They all looked up at me, concern in their eyes.
“Shouldn’t we call an ambulance?” Taehyung asked. He looked on the verge of tears.
“As long as he wakes up shortly, there shouldn’t be a need for that,” I said. I was remaining calm on the outside because the last thing any of them needed was for me to be freaking out. While I was pretty sure what had caused this, that didn’t mean it made me any less concerned for him. It was still something that needed to be taken care of.
“What if something’s really wrong, though?” Hoseok asked.
“He’s still been exercising and practicing way longer and not eating as much as he used to right?” I asked, looking at Namjoon who sat right next to Jimin. He slowly nodded in response. “Then I’m sure any of us can guess what happened.”
“What do we do?” Namjoon asked. “We’ve tried telling him to stop overworking himself and to eat more but he won’t listen to us.”
I sighed. “These things aren’t as easy to deal with as just telling someone they’re doing wrong. He can feel how his body is reacting to it, he knows what he’s doing isn’t good. But that’s not going to stop him unless he decides on his own that he really wants to.”
I grabbed a bottle of water and sat down next to Jimin on the floor. Some of my concern relaxed when I saw his chest rising and falling with my own eyes. “When he wakes up, don’t jostle or move him. He’s probably going to feel dizzy and take a moment to readjust to what’s going on around him. So keep calm, too. We don’t want to freak him out.”
“You sound like you know from experience,” Jin commented.
“I do,” was all I said.
Just a moment later, Jimin’s eyes slowly opened.
“Jimin-ah,” Namjoon gently said. “Jimin, can you hear me?”
It took him a second, but Jimin grumbled a response. Then he quickly sat up, probably shocked and trying to remember what happened. I grabbed his arms to keep him steady. “Wait, what happened?” he asked.
“You fainted,” Yoongi almost whispered and Jimin slowly nodded in response.
I took the snack bar out of my jacket pocket and tore the package open before holding it out for Jimin. “Eat this, Jimin,” I said.
He shook his head and went to push it away, but I grabbed his wrist, placed it in his palm, and wrapped his fingers around it.
“I’m not asking, Jimin,” I said sternly. “I’m telling you, you need to eat it. And drink some water, too.”
Both Jimin and Joon looked at me in surprise at my tone, as I was sure the others were as well. Even when we were working and I was really in “manager mode” with them, I made it an effort to not be authoritative or assertive with them. I was sure they didn’t expect me to talk like this to someone who was obviously sick at the moment.
Jimin nodded and took a small bite of the bar, knowing now was not the time to argue with me.
“How are you feeling?” I ask after he took a couple of bites, my voice back to my normal tone.
“I’m feeling okay,” he quietly responded. “I’ll probably be good to get back to practicing in a little bit.”
“No, you’re not practicing anymore today,” I said. “You need to rest.”
“I’m pretty sure I just did,” Jimin chuckled, trying to make light of the situation. I heard a sigh somewhere in the room.
“Do you know how worried we are about you?” Seokjin asked. “You’re not taking care of yourself, and now it’s so bad that your body can’t even handle it.”
“You can’t keep doing this,” Taehyung said, clasping one of Jimin’s hands in his own. “You need to take care of yourself.”
“I am taking care of myself,” Jimin said. “I need to stay in shape, need to stay thin. I weigh too much, and I can’t keep looking like this in front of Army.”
I stood up and turned around, running my hand through my hair. “Those people online who are judging your looks are not Army, Jimin,” I said. “And their opinions are absolutely worthless.”
“It’s not just those comments, noona,” Jimin said. “I see it when I look in the mirror, too.”
I felt tears stinging at my eyes. If that was how he thought, then it was definitely worse than I imagined. “Jimin.” I turned back around and knelt down to look him in the face. “Your weight is considered healthy. Any doctor would tell you that.”
“And doing what you’ve been doing isn’t going to do anything but make you less healthy,” Hobi added.
“You really need to stop, hyung,” Jungkook said. “We’re all so worried about you.”
“But I need to lose weight so my cheeks aren’t chubby anymore,” Jimin said.
“Fans love your cheeks, Jimin,” Tae said. “They call you Mochi because of them, don’t they?”
“I don’t like that nickname,” he quickly responded. “It means I’m fat.”
“You’re not fat because you still have those cheeks,” I said. “First, you’re 18 years old, you’re still growing into your face. And also, you’re perfect the way you are.”
Jimin sighed. I knew this was hard for him. He already trained his mind to think one way, so while he listened and wanted to believe what we were saying he already had his mind made up.
“How can we get you to start taking better care of yourself, Jimin-ah?” Yoongi asked.
“You can’t force him,” I answered for him when he didn’t respond. “It’s up to him and his own willpower to believe our words and take them to heart. But it’s not easy to do. It’s not easy at all.” I took Jimin’s hand that wasn’t still occupied by Tae’s and squeezed it. “It was a bad idea to ask you to show your abs in the debut songs. Maybe if we didn’t tell you to do that, things may not have gotten this bad for you.”
We were all silent for a moment before I decided I needed to tell him. I steeled myself before letting go of Jimin’s hand to pull out my phone. I scrolled through my photo gallery to find what I was looking for, finding the perfect picture and clicking on it before turning my phone around for Jimin to see.
“What is this, noona?” he asked.
“It’s a picture of me,” I said. “From a few years ago.”
The others looked over his shoulder, trying to take a look as well. I saw them trying to hide their shocked reactions as they looked back and forth between the past me and present me.
“I never had high self-esteem, and as I continued to gain weight, it definitely kept getting worse,” I said. “That picture was when I was about the highest I ever weighed. I wanted to be thinner, but finding the motivation to lose weight was incredibly difficult. Negative thoughts feed into more negative thoughts, and when your brain has made a habit of trailing down that thought path it’s painfully hard to make it turn the other way around. To make it switch to the path of wanting to make a positive change instead of just hating yourself.”
Jimin handed my phone back to me, listening intently. “Before doing it properly, I first started trying to make changes in a very destructive way. I lacked motivation in general, especially to exercise and be active. So finding the lack of motivation to eat wasn’t hard to manage. I felt like I was torturing myself. I already had issues with blood sugar so when I would eat almost nothing for days or weeks, I found myself very weak and it started to become less uncommon for me to faint.”
Jungkook sat beside me and wrapped his arms around me as they listened to my story. “That’s why I made you eat once you came to. I had a feeling your blood sugar was low from the lack of nutrition and it was important for you to eat something so your body could stabilize a bit. And that’s why it hurts me so, so much to see you like this, Jimin. I know that our concerns are probably not going to make you change, and you’re definitely not going to be able to suddenly flip a switch and go back to before you felt the way you do now. But we’re all here for you, and we all want you to be better. So please, Jimin, trust us and lean on us, okay? We’ll support you through this until we remind you of how amazing you are.”
I saw tears in Jimin’s eyes. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I’m worrying you all. I don’t mean to. I just don’t know what else to do. I feel like I’m doing what I have to, and I don’t know if I can make myself stop.”
“I know,” I said as I placed my hand on his cheek and wiped away a tear.
“So, what can we do?” Jin asked, looking at me.
“Be there for him,” I said, keeping my eyes locked on Jimin’s. “Try to get him to eat at every meal. Try to get him to take it easy when he’s overworking himself. Don’t push too hard, but don’t give up on him. And hopefully, our Jiminie will eventually remember how wonderful and perfect he is.”
“Okay,” Namjoon said. “We’re here for you, Jimin. We always are.” He draped his arm around his younger brother’s shoulders and gave him a light squeeze.
“I love you, my friend,” Tae said, wrapping himself around Jimin in a hug, forcing him to fall to the floor from the force of it.
“Yah, you didn’t need to knock me over,” Jimin said, laughing.
Jungkook left my side to join the other two on the floor. “I’m not missing out on this,” he said as he wrapped himself around both of them to make a little cuddle pile.
I smiled at the touching scene, happy the mood in the room was becoming a little lighter. It hurt me that Jimin was going through this, but he had six wonderful brothers to help him, and that was the important thing. Having a support system, having people who will be the voice of reason for you when you couldn’t, that was one of the best things for someone to have during times like these.
Hobi came to sit next to me. “Thank you, noona,” he said. “But are you okay?”
“Don’t worry, I’m fine,” I said as I lay my head on his shoulder.
“You stopped starving yourself, right?” he asked, and I nodded. “How did you get yourself to stop?”
I hummed while thinking of a response. “I don’t know, I just realized one day that what I was doing was wrong and I had to stop. As far as I could tell, there wasn’t really a magic fix or anything in particular that made me stop. But once I did, I managed to get the motivation to be healthy, not just with food but also with exercise. And now I’m a lot happier with myself. But Jimin’s different. He’s not actually overweight, he is making himself believe he is.”
“Yeah, that’s what worries me,” Hoseok replied. “Thank you for telling us your story, noona. That was brave of you. And I think all of us are seeing what Jimin is going through a little differently now because of it.”
“I have faith that he’ll be able to turn it around. We’ll just have to wait to see when that’ll be.”
The maknaes were now standing, no longer in a pile on the floor. And to everyone’s surprise, Yoongi walked right up to Jimin and pulled him into his arms. He didn’t say anything, but we knew exactly what he was trying to tell him. Jimin wrapped his arms around his hyung’s waist before the rest of them added themselves into the hug one by one and made one big group hug.
I stayed back but Jin, who was the closest one to me after they all piled in, reached out to grab my arm and pull me into the ball of love as well. “What were you doing just standing there, (Y/n)? You need this too.”
I relaxed into the embraces, feeling their warmth. It may end up being a long journey for Jimin, but at least it wouldn’t be a lonely one.
“I love you all,” Jimin said from the middle of the pile. “So much.”
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A/N - I feel this is important to say: Jimin disliking the Mochi nickname is actually a true fact. After the “Papa Mochi/Baby Mochi” thing I’m not sure if it’s helped him like the nickname better or not, but I’d rather be safe. As I portrayed here, while it started as endearing, antis picked it up as a way to call him fat and body shame him, so he really doesn't like the nickname :( Please be respectful of our lovely Jimin and not use this name. We have so many other sweet nicknames to call him that he can appreciate!
And, as I said last chapter, think twice before spreading hate or posting hate comments. It's so easy to forget when we're behind our screens that the person on the other side is a real person just like you, and words can hurt much more than you think. Even our lovely, handsome Jimin is insecure about his looks because of thoughtless people telling him he needs to change, and the amount of pain it's caused him over the years isn't acceptable or excusable. Like BTS does, we should be doing our best to spread love and not hate.
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