Source - naruevernett

two - persuasion

Abstract: Draco and you are just friends so doing him a favour and pretending to be his girlfriend wouldn’t effect your friendship, right?

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x reader

Warnings: some swears but that’s all!

Word count: 2623

A/N: let’s go for part 2 then?! Thank you so much for all your lovely comments! Everyone who has asked to be on the taglist has been added and if you would like to be on the list, just send me a message! Dividers are by the super talented @firefly-graphics 🤩

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The plan was set.

Draco and you had talked some more about what being ‘in a relationship’ entailed, whilst at the same time avidly avoiding Pansy in your free time. In fact, you were surprised with how little you’d have to change the dynamic between the two of you.

The first point was friendship, which was easy enough you thought. There’s no point in starting a fake relationship if you don’t get on well in the first place.

Second, communication. You agreed to be open and honest with each other, this whole plan wouldn’t work if you weren’t telling each other everything.

And finally third, intimacy.

This one was obvious enough and it was more than just hand holding or sharing the odd kiss or two, you knew that. It was about selling your relationship to be believable to everyone else around you, including your closest friends.

One of which was Hermione.

The plan on paper was simple, you both said you’d start off small and work your way into being a couple, so why did you feel this pit of anxiety in your stomach?

Nerves? Sure, you chalked it down to that.

So when you entered the Great Hall the next morning, late and in desperate need of caffeine, you somehow didn’t expect your ‘boyfriend’ to approach you with a steaming mug of coffee.

You completely missed the blonde boy too as you took your normal seat with a frantic expression on your face. Your roommates didn’t wake you up like they usually did so when you woke and found no one there, you almost screamed when you checked the time.

“Coffee coffee coffee” the mantra on your tongue “where the hell is the coffee?!”

Hermione looked amused as she packed up the book she was previously reading into her bag.

“Ron finished it moments ago, there’s no more”

“What?!” You blanched “there’s none?”

Hermione shook her head, the answer a definite no.

With energy lacking and spirit deflated, you grabbed a couple slices of toast and buttered them quickly, at least trying to put some food in your stomach even if it wasn’t your usual caffeine shot.

However when Hermione froze slightly, eyes narrowly following something behind you with a glare, you frowned at her confused. That was until Draco perched on the seat next to you, holding a mug of coffee between his hands.

“Granger” he greeted in a civil manner causing the witch to freeze in shock, half expecting an offhand snide comment about her blood status. He then turned to you and offered the coffee, “thought you might need this”

“But I thought there was none left!”

“I saved you it”

“You saved me a coffee?”

“Kept it warm too”

You could’ve cried when you took the mug from him and immediately the drink warmed your hands. Eagerly taking a sip, you found the coffee itself was exactly to your liking.

You went to point it out but before a word could leave your lips, Draco rolled his eyes at you with a smile.

“What? You thought I didn’t know how you took your coffee?”

The question was rhetorical, not that you cared. Exhaustion was the only thing you felt that morning up until then, quickly being replaced with utter fondness for the Malfoy boy next to you.

“Thank you” you told him as he grinned back at you

“Don’t mention it”

Draco raised his hand and swiped away a lock of hair which had fallen out of your two second attempt to pin it back this morning in your rush.

Your breath hitched slightly as his eyes found yours and he leaned in towards your ear.

“How am I doing?”

Your brain stalled.

Right.

Of course.

He was acting like he cared about you in front of Hermione.

To convince Hermione.

Who of course, confirmed with a quick glance, was looking between the two of you with suspicion in her eyes.

Quickly painting a smile across your face like he’d said something sweet, you pulled back and shot him a dazzling smile.

“Alright, I guess” you said, vague enough so Hermione wouldn’t clock onto what he really said.

“Good” he grinned back at you before standing from the seat. “I’ll see you after class later, yeah?”

You nodded at him, and with a fond smile at you and a courteous nod to Hermione, he left the two of you be, heading to his first class.

With the thought in the back of your mind that you should probably also get to class, you were stopped by a substantially confused Hermione who looked at you like you’d grown another head.

“Was I just in some parallel universe?”

“What?”

“‘What?’ Seriously, that’s how you’re going to answer that question?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” you shrugged your shoulders before standing and picking up your bag and the mug of coffee from Draco.

“What aren’t you telling me?” The Granger girl continued to interrogate you as she too stood, though with a lot more vigor.

“There’s a lot of things I’m not telling you Hermione, but if it’s anything to do with Draco, I don’t know what you mean”

Striding out the Great Hall, she quickly followed you, pestering for more information which you avoided expertly until you got to your first class you shared.

“Why did Malfoy get you coffee?”

“Because it was a nice thing to do”

“Why was he civil with me?”

“Maybe he’s seen the light”

“(Y/N)! Tell me! I’m not going to be able to sleep tonight otherwise and you know it!”

With a sigh you turned to face her.

Putting on a performance like it was tough for you to keep a secret, you ‘umm’d and ‘ahh’d under her questioning until you really had had enough of the interrogation.

“Okay, fine, we may or may not be dating” you said like it wasn’t a big deal

“What?!”

“Miss Granger!” Professor McGonagall’s voice snapped “if you’re so done with your conversation, perhaps you could start writing your essay?”

“Yes, Professor. Sorry, Professor”

With a glare shot your way, meaning she’d grill you later for information, the bookworm turned back to her work and started writing furiously.

It was later that day that you found out that Lavender Brown had overheard your conversation with Hermione and so naturally, the gossip that you and Draco were dating was spread across the entire school.

Some believed the rumour, others didn’t so much. This of course included Blaise, the Weasley twins, and of course, the ever stubborn Pansy.

When the boys finally cornered each respective friend, they of course had some questions that needed to be addressed. 

Blaise cornered Draco first at Lunch. 

The Malfoy boy had just started to tuck into his food when a book slammed down on the table next to him, startling the boy. 

Blaise pinned him with a hard look.

“Is it true you’re dating (Y/N)?”

“How’d you hear that?!”

“Word gets around fast... so, is it true?”

“Yes it’s true” Draco rolled his eyes at his friend

He was honestly shocked at how quickly the rumour had gone round the castle, though he suspected some of the Gryffindor girls were behind it. They always seemed like they pounced on any gossip going.

This also meant, Pansy had probably heard it by now.

Draco’s interest peaked.

“Who’d you hear it from?” The blonde asked his friend

“Bulstrode of all people” Blaise rolled his eyes “thought I might’ve found out from my friend himself but apparently not”

“Sorry man, it only really happened yesterday”

Blaise waved his apology off

“So tell me, is this for real? It’s not a prank or anything, she knows you think you’re going out with her right?”

“Yes, (Y/N) knows we’re going out” Draco rolled his eyes in exasperation “she’s also not being forced or blackmailed into going out with me if that puts your mind at rest”

This wasn’t technically true and Draco fought the urge to cringe slightly as he remembered the deal he had made with you.

Despite the other copious Christmas presents he had to get you, being civil to Granger wasn’t so bad he remarked. They only shared a few classes, all of which were with you present, so all he really had to do was ignore the fact the muggleborn witch existed and he’d keep his side of the deal up.

“Good” Blaise huffed, finally sitting down next to him “can I ask you something though?”

“You just did”

“Smart arse” Blaise rolled his eyes but continued on “what made you ask her out?”

Draco paused.

You hadn’t actually discussed this so there wasn’t a definite plan on what response to give. The boy trusted himself to come up with a decent answer though so instead of panicking, he said the first thing that popped into his head.

“I’ve been in love with her for years”

Well... he didn’t expect that to be his response.

“You have?” Blaise asked also taken aback

“Umm, yeah, sure, she’s the one for me you know?”

Draco kicked himself once again

Why couldn’t he think straight?!

“She’s just... she’s so funny, you know? One of the funniest people I’ve ever met. Her laugh, man, is enough to make me laugh even harder because have you heard it?! It’s hilarious!”

Unconsciously, Draco began to smile at the thought of you.

“Also, she’s super talented at anything she does, which would be wildly annoying if she wasn’t so modest about it. She’s also the most sarcastic person I’ve ever met, yet also the kindest. She’s got so many good qualities it’s hard to even think about anything bad about her.”

Draco stopped, breaking out of his train of thought.

Now that... that, he really hasn’t expect to be his response.

“I’m glad you’re happy then, Draco” the Zabini boy smiled at him “seems like you really like her”

“Yeah... I do”

You were pounced upon by both the Weasley twins not much later on, both demanding answers.

“You’re dating Malfoy?!”

“As in Draco Malfoy? The ferret?”

“He’s not a ferret!” You rolled your eyes at the pair. “And yes I am. Why? Do you not believe the castle gossip?”

“We heard it-“ Fred began

“Still working on believing it” George finished

You rolled your eyes and continued on to the library, your original destination before you got jumped by the identical redheads.

“Believe what you want” you shrugged trying to play it off.

“See (Y/N), here’s the thing, I don’t know if I believe you’re actually going out with him” Fred stated causing you to frown.

“What do you mean?”

“Freddie here believes you guys are faking it for some reason” George chucked an arm round your shoulders as they continued to walk with you.

“Why would we be faking it?!” You laughed like the idea was ridiculous.

“I just know you wouldn’t go for him” Fred shrugged “your standards are too high.”

“My standards are too high?!”

You were mildly offended at the suggestion, no matter how correct Fred was about the two of you faking your relationship.

Reaching the library quickly, you turned to the boys who had halted at the sight of the only room in the castle they adamantly wouldn’t enter.

“Well, unless your plan is to follow me into the forbidden room of books, I’ll see you guys later?”

Not waiting for an answer you swung open the door, mind now focused on studying for that test you had coming up in Herbology later that week.

“I still don’t believe you!” Fred shouted after you before the door closed shut behind you

All you could do was roll your eyes.

It was dinner later that evening when you saw your ‘boyfriend’ again since breakfast when he’d given you the coffee.

By now, you two were the talk of the castle which is why you weren’t surprised to see a fuming brunette strut up to you. The Slytherin girl looked as if she should have smoke coming out her ears you thought, not that you’d tell her that and anger her even more.

“(Y/N)” Pansy sniffed almost impatiently as she reached you.

“Pansy” you replied innocently which seen fo infuriate her more.

“I heard you’re supposedly dating my boyfriend?”

“Your boyfriend?”

You couldn’t help but phrase the question like you really didn’t know what she was talking about.

“Draco!”

“...Draco?”

“Draco Malfoy!” She practically growled at you

“Ohh, Draco as in my boyfriend?”

“Yes! Wait no-“

You snorted at her slip up and ignored her as you sidestepped and entered the Great Hall spying the familiar mop of platinum blonde hair, sending him a smile,

Before you could make your way over to him though, a hand grabbed your arm with nails roughly digging into your skin.

“Hey, I wasn’t done talking to you” Pansy seethed

“Well I was done talking to you” you shrugged truely bored with the girl “I’d appreciate it now though if you let go of my arm.”

“No, I’m not finishe-“

“Yes you are” Draco cut her off this time

Pansy’s expression looked like her brain had short circuited for a moment before she gathered herself and smiled flirtily at the boy.

“Hey Drakey baby”

“Firstly, for the millionth time, don’t call me that” Draco narrowed his eyes at her into a glare. “Secondly, (Y/N) also asked you to let go of her arm so I suggest you do so.”

At once, like your arm was on fire, Pansy dropped her grip which she had forgotten about as soon as the Malfoy had entered the conversation.

You rubbed your arm as you pulled it to your chest. Pansy’s nails had dug deep and actually split the skin on your arm slightly by the force she had held you by.

“And finally, I’d appreciate it if you’d fuck off and didn’t harass my girlfriend, especially about lies that we’re somehow involved.”

With that being said, Draco wrapped his arm around your waist and escorted you over to the spot he was originally sitting at, letting you take his seat while he forced Crabbe to move down a space so he could sit next to you.

“Thanks for that” you sent him a smile “though I can handle Pansy”

“I know” he replied with a grin of his own “I just needed to get that off my chest. Let me see your arm.”

“It’s nothing-“

“(Y/N)”

With a sigh you reluctantly held out your arm so he could see the damage Pansy had done. Spotting the crescent shaped breaks in your skin, his jaw clenched in anger.

“Psychotic bitch” he mumbled under his breath barely loud enough for you to hear, “episkey”.

The wounds sewed themselves back together in no time and you send him a grateful smile.

“Heard you got cornered by Blaise earlier”.

“Heard the same about you with the Weasley twins”.

“Mmm” you shrugged “there was bound to be a few that didn’t just automatically believe we’re dating. Some might need a little more persuasion, especially Pansy. Also it is still only the first day since the gossip broke though, it might just be that we wait for the news to settle.”

“I guess” he rolled his eyes playing with the pasta on his plate with his fork, before pausing slightly, setting it down and turning to you.

His eyes glanced round the hall quickly before snapping back to you with a grin. Leaning towards you, he wrapped an arm around your waist to pull you slightly closer to him as his lips became level with your ear.

You fought the urge to shiver.

“Or... it just means we’ll have to make it all the more believable, Sweetheart.”

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Incomparable Beauty

pairing: Izuku Midoriya x fem! reader

ratings/warnings: sfw, mention of insecurities

genre/AU: fluff, light academia (?) [i highly recommend imagining Izuku in light academia fashion, including some glasses ;) ], aged up characters [third-years]

word count: ~3.4K

synopsis: The young and talented photographer, Izuku Midoriya, is searching for a muse for his next entry in an art gallery. Of course, there seems to be one person who inspires him most of all.

a/n: hi hi <3 shoutout to my lovely 🍥 and ☕️ anons for requesting/helping me figure out this izuku fluff! i am really proud of this so i hope you all like it <3 reblogs are super helpful and id love to hear your thoughts on it. enjoy xx

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Izuku Midoriya looked up at the golden-pink sky. He stared into the abyss, hoping to think of something worth capturing. He adjusted the thin glasses that rested upon his face. He sighed and sat up, grabbing his notebook. Inside were hundreds of scribbles, sketches, and ideas that never seemed good enough. He looked to his right, where his camera laid. He wished that it could just take the pictures itself and create something jaw dropping. Still, a camera is nothing without a photographer. Furthermore, a photographer is nothing without a muse.

Izuku gathered his things as he headed back inside, making his way to his dorm. He was frustrated. He only had one week left to submit something into the Tokyo Gallery for Promising Artists, and even then it wasn't a guarantee that he would be selected. Maybe he should send an old piece he thought. He did have a few that he was proud of, but unfortunately, none of them fit the required theme of the gallery.

Izuke had his hands full as he attempted to open his dorm room door. You were making your way up the stairs when you spotted him. Izuku dropped his notebook, loose pages now scattered across the floor. You rushed over.

“Great…” he sighed. You quietly began to pick up the sheets of papers. Izuku froze.

“Midoriya, here,” you smiled, handing him his notebook. His cheeks flushed a rosy pink. He took his notebook back with shaky hands.

“Thank you Y/N.”

“Is all that for the gallery? I heard that you were entering,” you smiled. Izuku chuckled.

“It is but by the looks of it, I won’t be submitting anything. I still haven't come up with anything good enough,” he explained.

“Well don’t be too hard on yourself. I’m sure inspiration will strike you soon enough,” you reassured him, “you’re a brilliant photographer after all.”

Izuku's face was now a bright red. He laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his head.

“T-Thank you again. Well-uh- goodnight Y/N.”

“Goodnight Izuku.”

You walked away to your dorm as Izuku entered his own. He set all his things down and began to fan his burning face. He has known you for about three years now, yet he still can’t find the courage to get closer to you. You flustered him to no end, without even trying. Your voice, your smile, your laugh, your heart; Midoriya simply couldn’t get enough. You were so beautiful in all ways possible.

Midoriya looked at the printed flair pinned to his wall.

Those interested in applying to the Tokyo Art Gallery must follow the theme below in order to be considered.

The prompt read as follows:

‘Capture beauty in its purest form.’

Beauty, thought Izuku. Almost everything is beautiful. The way the sun rises and falls each day is beautiful. How Inko called Izuku every night at exactly 7:30 was beautiful. The friendships that Izuku cherished were beautiful. Then, there was you. Izuku’s mind couldn’t help but wonder to the thought of you in relation to beauty. Now you were truly beautiful.

Izuku soon had an idea.

~

The following day you found yourself sitting on one of the garden benches. Your classes were finished and you decided that some fresh air might do you some good. You basked in the warm sunlight, as if you were a precious flower that needed it to survive.

Izuku figured that you would be in the academy garden, so he made his way over there. His camera hung around his neck as he held tightly onto his notebook. With a shaky hand, Izuku tapped your shoulder.

“H-Hi Y/N,” he smiled nervously. You greeted him happily, gesturing for him to join you on the bench.

“Hi! Something wrong?” you questioned. Izuku looked like he was sick.

“Oh no, nothing’s wrong. I just-uh- wanted to ask you something…”

“Alright, what is it?”

Izuku set down his notebook next to his side. He held his hands together staring at them.

“Could I take your picture for the Tokyo Gallery?”

Your eyes widened at his request. The best and most handsome photographer in all of UA Academy of the Arts wanted to take your picture.

“You want to take a picture of me? I-I’m no model Izuku…”

“You’ll do great! I have this idea in my mind and it has to be with you.”

Now you were the nervous one. You weren’t one who particularly liked getting their picture taken.

“What if I mess it up? I’d hate to be the reason you don’t get accepted…”

“If those critics reject me, they’re just dumb. I promise it would have nothing to do with you. Please Y/N?” Izuku carefully took your hand with his and stared deep into your eyes. Gosh, how could you say no to him when he looked at you like that.

“Okay, I’ll do it,” you smiled. Izuku squeezed your hand and jumped up from where he sat.

“Thank you Y/N! I promise it will be perfect. Mind if we shoot tomorrow?”

“That sounds good to me.” Izuku smiled so brightly he outshined the sun. He grabbed his things once more.

“Meet me here at noon tomorrow. Try to wear a neutral colored shirt, okay?” he said. You nodded.

“Okay.”

Izuku ran off, leaving you alone in the garden. You soon felt a large pit in the bottom of your stomach.

You stood before the full length mirror of your dorm. You stepped closer to it, examining every detail of you being. A photoshoot? Not only that, but a photoshoot of just you. No way to hide behind anyone or fade into the background. It would be a picture of you. The pit in your stomach only grew. You stared into the mirror, almost hoping the reflection would change into someone else. Someone who would appear beautiful in an enlarged image. Certainly Izuku could’ve asked any other girl to be his model, but insisted that it had to be you. You didn’t understand why. You didn’t view yourself as beautiful in any form. So how could he?

~

It was close to noon and you should be heading to the garden to meet Izuku. You put on a neutral colored tank top as Izuku requested and finished applying some natural makeup. Your hands shook as you held the brushes. Hopefully your nerves would cease by the time you got to the garden.

Izuku had been setting up since early in the morning. He created a handmade crown of white baby’s breath for you to wear and arranged his backdrop. He set up his lighting and sun reflectors exactly where he wanted. You had been standing by one of the bushes for a few minutes, afraid to interrupt him. He was so in his element. The sleeves to his button down rolled up to his elbows. His dark sunglasses covering his eyes. His beige colored paints stained green at the hem from working in the grass, same with his off-white sneakers. You honestly thought he looked beautiful.

“Hi Izuku,” you said. Izuku jumped then turned to look at you.

“Oh Y/N you’re here, perfect! Y-You look great,” he smiled. Your face grew warm.

“Oh thank you. So, what’s the plan?” Izuku moved his sunglasses to his forehead, pushing back his fluffy green hair.

“So, your job is fairly simple. I’m gonna have you sit on this stool and hold onto this bouquet of flowers. Since it's just me out here I’ll be messing around with the equipment until I find the right lighting and all that. All you need to do is keep the pose I tell you to, okay?” he explained. You nodded.

“What is the theme for this year’s gallery?” you asked. Midoriya flinched.

“Oh it’s um...nature…” he muttered. Nature? Why doesn’t he just take a picture of a tree and call it good? What does he need you for, you wondered.

Izuku set down the stool in front of the garden wall and you sat down. He grabbed the bouquet and handed it to you. He then placed the crown uptop of your head. He carefully arranged it to rest effortlessly on you. His nimble fingers were delicate as they touched your head, then moved to your cheek without him thinking. Izuku’s index finger now rested under your chin as you looked up at him. With a burning face and widened eyes, you wished to never look away. Out of flustering embarrassment, Izuku took his hand back.

“Yeah um so for the pose I’d like you to be looking slightly to the side with your chin tilted up just as I had it. Then with the flowers have them close to your cheek. I’ll probably tell you to switch out poses here and there but that's a good place to start. Okay?”

“Okay.”

Izuku walked back and grabbed his camera. Your heart was pounding out of your chest. You tried to keep yourself calm with a few deep breaths.

“Ready?” asked Izuku. You nodded.

“Ready.”

The first click of the camera and flashing lights was the most startling. You soon got used to it, following whatever instructions Izuku gave you. You moved your head and hand placement, soon feeling more comfortable with everything.

“Yes that's perfect...keep doing that…” Izuku blurted out whatever thoughts came to his mind as he captured you on film. His encouragement was honestly what made your heart race.

“Now lower the bouquet so I can see your pretty face…yeah just like that Y/N…”

Midoriya didn’t even realize what he had said until the words left his mouth, but he didn’t care. He meant it.

“Okay now open your eyes and look slightly towards me, parting your lips a bit…”

Izuku snapped the picture then froze. He looked down at the small digital image.

“So beautiful…”

“Hmm?” You questioned. Izuku snapped out of the trance that he was in. He chuckled nervously.

“OH-the pictures look really good that's all. I think we are good,” he said. You let out a sigh.

“Oh good. That was honestly pretty exhausting.”

“I really appreciate you letting me use you for the gallery. I already know the final product is gonna turn out amazing,” he cheered. You smiled.

“It’ll be amazing because you are amazing,” you said. Izuku blushed.

“So are you.”

You took off the crown and returned the flowers to Midoriya. You helped him put away his equipment before the two of you headed back inside.

“Um Y/N, did you maybe want to grab something to eat?” he asked. You smiled.

“I’d love to, just let me change first,” you chuckled.

“Oh yeah of course.”

You dropped off the equipment at Izuku’s dorm before heading to your own. You slipped on a green sweater and some sweatpants before finding him again.

You and Izuku went to the dinning hall, each of you picking up a bowl of ramen. You decided to eat outside on the balcony.

“How do you think the pictures turned out?” you asked.

“Honestly, really good. You did amazing,” he smiled. You looked down at your food.

“I was honestly super nervous for them. Couldn’t you tell?”

“Not at all! You were a natural out there! I really think this will be some of my best work yet,” said Izuku.

“I’d love to go to the gallery with you,” you whispered. Izuku’s eyes widened.

“I was planning on taking you regardless,” he replied, “thank you by the way.”

You tilted your head.

“For what?”

“For always believing in me. I probably wouldn’t be a photographer if it weren’t for you.”

In Izuku’s first year, he was at the bottom of his class. He knew he wanted to do photography, but couldn’t seem to get the hang of it. He was so frustrated one day that he even said that he would be dropping out and quitting forever. You convinced him not to, to keep trying. You saw his talent when no one else could. Even when he couldn’t. From that day forward, Izuku worked to become the best young photographer in all of the Shizuoka Prefecture.

“Well I knew that you could do it, and I was right,” you teased.

“You’re great Y/N, seriously,” he said. You looked at Izuku, your face growing hot.

“I don’t know about that…”

“What? Come on, you’re smart, you’re kind, you’re talented, and you always seem to know what to say. You’re incomparable.”

“To what?”

“To anything. You’re incomparable to anything because you’re you.”

Midoriya had to stop himself from saying anymore, for fear of spilling his whole heart before you. He meant it however. Nobody compares to you.

You swirled your noodles around in their bowl. The pounding in your chest came back. You locked eyes with Izuku.

“You’re incomparable too.”

~

Izuku spent every waking moment arranging his piece for submission to the gallery. He was always found in the art room, either photoshopping or preparing the flowers to be pressed. Once the image of you was edited to his liking, he developed a large scale version of the picture. He enjoyed putting the pieces together. From hand pressing the flowers to finding the perfect frame to keep it all in, he has created a masterpiece. All thanks to his muse.

You roamed the empty halls of the school in search of Izuku. You hadn’t seen him all day, assuming he would be in the art room. It was late, he honestly should be asleep. You stood in front of the art room door and carefully opened it up.

Izuku was fast asleep on one of the desks. The large photograph was wrapped and ready to be sent to Tokyo. You quietly walked over to him, tapping his shoulder.

“Izuku? It's late, you should go to your dorm,” you whispered. Izuku groaned. He opened his eyes and stretched his arms out.

“What time is it?” he yawned. You chuckled.

“Close to eleven. You should get some actual rest. You have to go to Tokyo pretty early tomorrow.”

“R-Right...the gallery…”

You could hear the exhaustion behind his voice. You grabbed his hand, helping him up.

“Come on, let's go.” You held Izuku’s hand as he lazily walked to the dorms. You led him to his room.

“Goodnight Y/N…”

“Goodnight Izuku,” you smiled. Izuku scratched his messy hair, giving you a weak smile. Without thinking, you leaned in placing a quick kiss on his cheek, before rushing to your own dorm.

~

Izuku stared at the letter on his desk. He had received it hours ago yet was too nervous to check. It was addressed to him by the Tokyo Art Gallery.

He took a deep breath and grabbed the letter opener from his desk, carefully gliding it across the envelope. He took out the folder paper and opened it up. Izuku ran to your room.

You jumped from your bed when you heard the pounding on your door.

“Izuku? Everything okay?”

He didn’t say anything, simply handing you the letter.

“Is this…?”

“Read it.”

You caught your breath, peaking at the paper.

‘Dear Mr. Midoriya,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted into the Tokyo Art Gallery for Promising Artists! Your piece titled…’

You didn’t finish reading the letter. Instead, you jumped into Izuku’s arms.

“I knew you’d make it! I’m so proud of you!” you cheered. Izuku hugged you tightly, laughing with joy.

“It’s all thanks to you, I couldn’t do it without you,” he whispered. You looked at Izuku, your hands on his shoulder as he held onto your waist. His face blushed red.

“Oh sorry-” he mumbled, removing his grip from you. Your face burned.

“I-It’s okay...congratulations Izuku. You did it,” you smiled. Izuku took your hand, giving it a squeeze.

“We did it.”

It was the day of the gallery showing. You were beyond excited to see all the beautiful artwork, specifically Izuku’s. You still hadn’t seen the final product.

You were dressed and ready, waiting for Izuku.

“Sorry I’m late-”

Izuku came rushing down the stairs to meet you. He looked devilishly handsome in his light grey suit and black turtleneck underneath. He prompted for some beat up black sneakers today.

“That's alright… you look nice,” you smiled. Izuku blushed.

“Says you..you look...wow…” He could barely form a sentence you were so breathtaking.

“Oh stop…”

“Shall we?” Izuku held out his arm for you to take. You did happily.

“We shall.”

The two of you rode the train to Tokyo, arriving at the gallery just before it was open to the public.

“Mr. Midoriya,” said one of the gallery workers, “your art is on the third floor.”

“Thank you.” You and Izuku made your way up the stairs, searching the room for the photo.

“Oh here it is,” smiled Izuku. The large photo was covered up and had velvet rope to stop anyone from getting too close.

“Wow, they must’ve liked yours!” you exclaimed. Izuku blushed.

“Well I didn’t tell you but it actually got nominated for best portrait of the gallery…”

“WHAT? Izuku, that's amazing!” you gushed.

“Yeah so some judges will take a look at it later on and hopefully we win…”

“Doesn’t matter if we win or not. I know it's the best one here,” you smiled.

You soon heard footsteps make their way up to the third floor.

“Showtime,” whispered Izuku. You took a step back from the portrait and watched as Izuku removed the curtain that covered it. The room filled with awes.

Izuku decided to go with the last picture that he took, the one where you seemed to have taken his breath away. You were entirely in black and white, only color coming from the flowers atop of your head and in your hand. Also, the pressed flowers that surrounded you. Izuku covered up the garden wall with pressed roses, daisies, lilies, and sunflowers. You looked like an angel.

You took a few steps towards the picture, reading its title.

‘Incomparable Beauty’ - Izuku Midoriya

You couldn’t seem to find the words, none of them seemed to be right. You backed away from the portrait before bumping into someone.

“Oh I’m sorry-” you said. They smiled.

“Don’t worry about it. Wait...you’re the model in that photo,” they replied. You gulped.

“Um yeah I am…”

“Well tell your photographer that they did an excellent job, really captured the gallery theme.”

“The nature theme?” you questioned. They tilted their head.

“No, the theme was ‘Beauty in its Purest Form’. Really great work.”

Your eyes widened.

“Uh-excuse me-”

You began to shuffle through the crowd of people. Izuku noticed you make your way towards the exit.

“Y/N? Y/N!”

Izuku followed you down the stairs. You rushed outside, breathing in the fresh air. Izuku grabbed onto your arm.

“Y/N what's wrong?” pleaded Izuku, “did you not like it?”

You shook your head. Tears began to gather in the corners of your eyes.

“No Izuku, I loved it. I really loved it,” you sniffled. Midoriya felt a wave of relief wash over him.

“Why did you run?”

“Because...I didn’t recognize myself...I looked-”

“Beautiful. You look beautiful,” he interrupted.

“Y-You think I’m beautiful?” you cried. Izuku wiped away your stray tears.

“Y/N, I think you are the most beautiful girl in the world, inside and out. Y-You’re my muse.”

Izuku cupped your face as you tried to hold back anymore tears.

“You made me look beautiful…”

“No Y/N, you are beautiful. I simply clicked the camera.”

Izuku pulled you into a tight hug, holding the back of your head gently. There was something about the way Izuku made you feel. As if you were the only girl in the world.

“I love you,” you whispered. Izuku’s eyes grew. He moved to face you, a smile creeping onto his face.

“I love you.”

Izuku placed his hand onto your cheek, feeling your soft skin. He began to inch closer to you. You couldn’t wait anymore, the anticipation killing you. You collided your lips with his, wrapping your arms around him. He had one hand on the small of your back as the other held the back of your head. Izuku took mental pictures of this moment, wishing to relive it over and over again. The warmth between the two of you in contrast to the cold air that surrounded you. It was a tornado of emotions.

You looked at Izuku, both of your faces burning and you attempted to catch your breath. You pressed your foreheads together, chuckling softly. Izuku kissed your forehead.

“You really are incomparable.”

•

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richboy!yeosang (part 3)

word count: 6k

fluff, smut

(part 2) (miniseries masterlist)

except that. 

that was probably the one thing you could’ve said to him that’d be really bad and panic-inducing; because out of all the things he was thinking, he would’ve never suspected that.

he thought maybe you wanted to change your major or quit your job, stressors that the average college student had and went through during their time as a young adult.

but you getting pregnant after years of being on birth control? he never would’ve guessed that.

and he supposes right now, as he gets his ass handed to him by seonghwa, he��s seeing that neither did you.

“no, no, let me get this right,” the man begins. 

“she tells you after a month of being terrified that she’s carrying your child. you guys scream and yell at each other for a little bit, in typical yeosang fashion. she cries, tells you to fuck off and then you... actually do fuck off and come here?” seonghwa asks, leant against the doorframe as he watches yeosang’s unmoving body plopped face down on his couch.

“does that sound about right?”

he had figured yeosang was the late night food he ordered, ignoring the way his face was gonna puff in the morning and excitedly opening the door. 

but then his best friend of over ten years came barreling in, lowly growling expletive after expletive before adding that, “oh and by the way, you’re gonna be an uncle.”

seonghwa thought he was kidding at first, staring at the boy sitting with his head in his hands before he looked up and saw all the tension and stress and... sadness, he thinks, in his friend’s eyes.

“what happened?” seonghwa asked, his voice soft and kind even though yeosang came tearing in there like a storm; it’s one of the reasons the boy came here, honestly, knowing that his friend would help him through any crisis. 

and right now, he felt like he didn’t know what the fuck to do.

“i’m pregnant.”

he didn’t even register the words at first, distracted by your tear-stained face and watery, scared eyes, wanting to do anything in his power to stop them.

but then after a few seconds, it’s like his brain finally woke up and registered the two simple words that just left your mouth.

“what?”

“i’m pregnant, yeosang,” you mumble quietly, not being able to bask in the relief that comes over you because you’re still so scared.

you’re relieved that you told him and happy it’s not a dirty little secret anymore but you’re still terrified of what’s to come; especially when, after you say it, silence fills the apartment.

you can’t tell if it’s a good silence or a bad silence, you just know you could hear a fucking pin drop and that scares you even more.

“how are you.... when did you...” he stutters out, not being able to get his thoughts together.

you daringly peek your head up to see him shaking his and staring down at the floor with furrowed brows, finally meeting your gaze with confusion and utter shock in his eyes.

“you’re on the pill,” yeosang states obviously, like it wasn’t the first thing you, mingi and yunho said too. “how did that even happen?”

“i don’t know, that’s what i said,” you tell him, shaking your own head because it really is hard to believe this is happening to you, of all people; you’ve heard of this happening before but no one ever thinks it could happen to them, that they’d be the 1% (or 9%, as mingi suggested) that birth control fails on.

“did you forget to take it or something?” he asks, no malice in his tone but the words making you raise an eyebrow at him; he’s not seriously about to blame you for this?

“no, yeosang, i didn’t forget to take it,” you snap. “you know i’m careful and set an alarm. i’ve been on it for years.”

“babe, i didn’t mean it like that,” yeosang says, hearing the snippy tone in your voice and wincing at the look on your face.

he makes his way over from his spot on the couch to crouch below you, his hands resting on your kneecaps as you sit stiffly with your feet under you. the soft apologetic look on his face should soothe you but instead you find yourself slightly irritable. 

“i’m just confused as to how this happened,” he says softly, his eyes roaming your face in a way that makes tears continue to sting yours. you don’t know if you’re mad or upset, you just feel like you wanna cry.

“well then that makes two of us,” you mumble, a sigh leaving yeosang’s mouth as he rests his head on your legs. his forehead is warm against your cold skin as you let out a sigh of your own, not wanting to snap at him during a moment like this. 

you lace your fingers in his hair as the two of you just come to terms with everything, yeosang’s breathing a little more calm and even against your skin.

“so that’s why you were puking,” he realizes aloud, a humorless laugh leaving you as you nod your head in confirmation.

“yup. not a virus but morning sickness.”

your boyfriend has the slightest pout on his lips as he recalls how sick you felt those first few days, running his thumbs along your knee gently.

but then he remembers you started puking nearly a month ago, which was then followed by all your weird behavior he chopped up to you still feeling sick and stressed over work.

your abnormal distance, your lack of interest in sex, a far away look in your eye any time he was trying to talk to you; he feels a slight sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach before he even asks the question.

“when did you find this out?”

he doesn’t mean to blurt the question out so forcefully but he can tell he does, hears it in his own voice and sees your face snap down to him with a look of guilt.

that was the one thing he noticed about you right away, you weren’t able to lie. you were always such an easy read and it’s one of the reasons he took such an interest in you.

he knew what pissed you off and he knew what made you flustered; but in turn, he also always knows when you lie or when you feel uncomfortable and annoyed.

when he’s met with silence, he moves away from your lap and stands in front of you. he pulls you up and over to the couch so you can both sit side by side, his body turned to look at you carefully.

his gaze is intense and scrutinizing and it only makes you that more nervous to answer.

you’ll never forget when yunho said that’s what made him so intimidating. the way he could have the softest, sweetest eyes but then also pierce through your very soul and make you nearly fall to his feet.

“baby...” he tries again, bringing his hand to your face gently.

he turns so you can look at him and you see his eyes flash when he notices more tears have welled up, stomach sinking as fear and shame build.  

“answer me, please,” he begs softly, trying to keep his emotions at bay but also hating to see you like this.

you press your lips together so you don’t let out a pathetic sob, your eyes roaming his face before you bite the bullet and begin telling him.

“when yunho came over that first week i was sick,” you start, remembering the boy only insisted on visiting because yeosang went back to school and work and didn’t want you being alone. 

“then mingi came over and was the one who said it. i-i didn’t think it was possible but we went and got tests anyway and... they were all positive, yeosang. all fucking five of them and i didn’t know what to do. i was a wreck on this couch until you got home.”

“you should’ve told me right away, baby, what the fuck,” yeosang says, his voice strangely soft despite the louder volume and curses leaving him. 

you feel comforted by the fact that even as you tell him this, he pulls you closer into his warm body and wraps his arms around you.

he hates thinking that for a month, you were terrified and dealing with this alone. keeping it from him when he thinks he could’ve made you feel better about this whole scary moment - it’d be better if you guys were afraid together.

“i was so scared and i didn’t know how you’d take it,” you mutter to him, not wanting to make him feel bad but also wanting to be honest. “i didn’t know if you’d be mad or surprised and you just seemed so stressed with work and stuff... i didn’t wanna make it worse.”

his heart sinks as he listens to your words, allowing yourself to be full of anxiety and stress just to spare him.

“my love...” his deep voice mumbles lowly, your stomach flipping at the warm affection in his tone. his hand cupping your face immediately makes your body relax against him, finally gaining the courage to look him in the eyes.

his gaze is less intense and scrutinizing, now full of love and affection and warmth that already makes you feel just a little bit better. 

maybe keeping this a secret wasn’t that big of a deal, maybe he understands because he’s going through the same fears and anxieties you were at first.

“now, why would i be mad about you being pregnant?” he asks, a small smile on his face as he looks over you questioningly. “surprised? sure. but we just talked about it, baby.... i want a family with you. i mean... i was thinking a little bit later in life but if you’re so eager now...” 

you narrow your eyes at his teasing and smack his arm lightly, almost wanting to whine about how calm and nonchalant he’s being about this. 

how is he not absolutely terrified right now? how is he teasing and smiling and talking as if a tiny person isn’t gonna pop out in nine months and change your entire life?

“how could you possibly be this calm about it?” you ask him with an annoyed groan, leaning back on the couch to rest your pounding head on the armrest. “i spent weeks crying and sick to my stomach about it.”

“maybe because you were keeping it from me,” he mutters sarcastically, his hands resting next to your head as he looms above you. 

you can only respond with your lips in the smallest of pouts, a smirk crossing his mouth before he meets yours in a chaste kiss.

it’s the most real and intense a kiss has felt between you two in weeks, his hand creeping over to hold your jaw tightly. you welcome his tongue eagerly, your own lapping against his before you two smile into the kiss.

“for real, though,” he mutters when he eventually pulls back, chests heaving from lack of air and a need to reconnect lips. “i know you’re scared and so i am. but it’ll be okay. i’m... kind of excited, actually.”

you smile softly at him, a tiny “really?” leaving your mouth that has him nodding and smiling proudly. you reach up to peck his cheek sweetly, the calmness that evaded you for weeks finally coming back to ground you.

“but don’t keep anything else from me, okay? i wanna be part of these things and know about this, babe.”

“okay,” you say breathily, his eyes so thoughtful and loving you can feel your heart swelling in your chest. 

and it doesn’t even occur to you in that moment to mention the doctor visit you already had; you’re just so distracted by his positive reaction and the need to kiss him, finally allowing yourself to deepen it and give yourself over to him.

you missed him and his touch and his lips on you, straddling his lap as you giggle into the kiss.

it’s after a few minutes of silence, you both laying there with heaving chests and your clothes littered on the floor from nearly an hour of making up for lost time, that yeosang starts tracing shapes on your stomach. 

lines and circles and even a heart that makes you bite back a smile. his own deep chuckle rings through the air a few seconds later, your head craning to the side to look at him.

“why are you laughing?” you ask, a smile pulling at your lips.

“i just... can’t believe this,” he says happily, his warm hands on your skin making your heart jump. 

“and i think it’s pretty funny that fucking mingi was the one who came to this conclusion,” yeosang laughs out, his long, gentle fingers pressing down mindlessly. “like how’d he even know about...morning sickness and shit?”

“i don’t know to be honest,” you giggle out, thinking back to the boy’s meltdown in the doctor’s office.

and maybe because you were so happy and giddy about his reaction, his warm hands on you and the soft smile on his face and the bliss from multiple orgasms, you didn’t even think about your next words.

you were just so excited to share these things with him now, let him in on the past few weeks of what you were going through and wanted to be going through with him. 

“you should’ve seen his face at the doctor, though, he looked horrified when he saw the sonogram machine. and then when they presumed he was the father, oh, my god, he nearly-”

“wait, wait, wait, what? the doctor?”

your face falls when you hear the immediate change in his voice, something mixed of hurt and disbelief as he sits up and looks at you in confusion. 

“when did you go there?”

“i... well, two days after i took the tests. we just wanted to make sure the results were right,” you say quietly, voice small and soft as your stomach starts to churn. “a-and i wanted to make sure i was, you know, healthy and stuff.”

you remember the horror stories and scary incidences of ectopic pregnancies, aware and terrified of just how many things could go wrong - and mingi was quick to remind you himself as well.

“i mean i get that,” yeosang says, surprised by how hurt and upset he’s feeling now. “but like... when were you gonna tell me you already went? the first appointment seems kind of like a big deal, y/n. i wish you would’ve told me then.”

“i was scared, yeosang,” you attempt to justify again, knowing it was wrong to keep it from him but also feeling as if you have the right to be a little nervous and scared shitless. “i didn’t know how to handle it and you were stressed, like, that whole time, i didn’t wanna-”

“i’ll never be too stressed for you, what don’t you get by now, y/n?” he snaps, “have i not proved that to you?” 

“of course you have but this is different, yeosang,” you tell him, joining as you sit up and look at him with wide eyes. he was fine about it a few seconds ago, why is this so different? 

“this is me being pregnant and possibly changing our life forever. you said you wanted to be married first. you said not for a while. so i didn’t know how you were gonna-”

“i love you, y/n,” he laughs out, shaking his head half in disbelief. 

how did you think he was gonna react? go crazy and tell you he didn’t want to be with you anymore? have a mental breakdown because he was a little stressed over his stupid boss and mundane work?

“do you not get how much i actually fucking love you? how could you think i was gonna react in any way but happy?”

“because i wasn’t happy,” you blurt out, his eyes widening and face dropping. 

“i mean i wasn’t upset or angry about it but i was so fucking scared, yeosang,” you quickly correct. you want this baby and you want this life with him, you’re just... how did this go so wrong so fast? 

“my body’s gonna change and our life is gonna change. i’ll probably have to take some time off from school and all of that scared me. and i thought it would scare you, too.”

“it does scare me but i know we’ll get through it, y/n. especially if we’re on the same page. the same way we’ve been on the same page for these past few years. we’ll be okay but you can’t keep shit from me. that’s how we got this far.”

“i didn’t mean it in a bad way,” you whisper, hearing that edge in his voice he always gets when he starts to get mad or dwell on something. 

he was hurt by you keeping it from him but he’s even more hurt you did such a big first step without him.

“i didn’t know you’d wanna come to the appointment with me.”

“how could you think i’d not wanna be there, y/n?” he asks before his face darkens and a tick begins to form in his jaw. “and then you take another man, no less? mingi looked like the baby’s father.”

and it’s like once he says that, you can’t control the outburst of emotions that erupt out of you. him being upset, you understand, but being upset that mingi, your gay best friend who has a fiancé, went with you? when you were scared and freaking out and felt like you didn’t know what to do without him?

“are you fucking kidding me?” 

his eyebrows shoot up at the bite in your words, his eyes flaring as they watch you stare him down.

“i’m sorry i didn’t tell you, i really am, yeosang, and that was wrong of me. but i went with mingi. my best friend, who was there for me when i was terrified.”

“you didn’t let me be there for you,” he bites back, hating that a fight is starting but both of you feeling far too angry and hurt right now. “why are you making it seem like i didn’t wanna be a part of it when you didn’t fucking tell me?” 

“are you gonna keep throwing that in my face? i’ve told you over and over again i was scared, yeosang. i’m still fucking scared and i’m sorry i can’t be as calm as you about this but i didn’t know what to do.”

“it’s not about being calm, y/n, it’s about telling me things. were you not even gonna tell me you went? pretend as if our first time going together was your first check up?” 

he feels like he’s being a little bit of a bitch about it at this point but he’s truthfully too hurt to care. 

he thought he made it clear he wanted a life and a family with you. he was ready to go out and buy you a ring if you said you wanted to get married right now; so why didn’t you get he wanted to be there for you, no matter what? 

he wants to be there during every step of the way, not just when things are easy and fun.

“i didn’t even think about it,” you snap, hurt and upset by his accusations. “i didn’t think you’d be this upset, yeosang. you weren’t upset five seconds ago when i told you i kept it from you for a month so why are you upset about this?” 

he can’t hear how small and sad your voice is, only focused on your words and the way they make him feel even more upset and frustrated. 

“because... that’s different, y/n. that’s something a father should be there for and that’s something that makes it real.’

“that’s exactly why it scared me,” you tell him, tears burning your eyes and your voice barely above a whisper. “and that’s why i needed someone there with me.”

“it should’ve been me there with you,” he growls lowly, possessiveness and anger creeping up on him before he can even think. 

but he can only picture you scared and vulnerable as you hear the news about your baby, listening to the doctor congratulate you and holding mingi’s hand tightly because you’re scared to hear it from a real, human source. 

“do you not think i know that?” you snap, voice raising as you jump up from your spot on the couch. “i already told you i’m sorry, yeosang. i don’t know why you’re not hearing that i’m fucking scared.”

you wanted him from the second you started taking the pregnancy tests, since the second the words pregnancy were even said. but you wanted him to be content and stress-free more, you wanted him to be okay hearing this news and not potentially destroy your relationship. 

“and if you’re just gonna keep making me feel bad about it then how about you just fuck off. because i really don’t need this right now.”

he doesn’t have anything nice to say so he doesn’t say anything, watching as you attempt to wipe at your face discretely and take off toward your shared bedroom. 

the sound of the door slamming echoes through the apartment, the knot in yeosang’s stomach only growing more as he gets up and stomps over to throw his shoes on, a similar sound echoing from the entrance of the apartment before silence fills the darkness. 

seonghwa waits until yeosang looks up at him to walk over to the boy, plopping down on the chair across from him to shrug his shoulders. 

“so... why’d you come here then?” 

“i didn’t know where else to go.”

a smirk crosses the boy’s face as he shakes his head, letting out a sigh as he watches his friend carefully.

long gone were those high school feelings of envy and suppressed anger over the situation, able to see now, three years later, that yeosang was the one meant for you. 

getting away from you two proved to work for him, distracting himself in a foreign country with foreign friends and foreign girls until he came back and saw how happy you two still were.

and all he really ever wanted was for you two to be happy - and he’s positive you two are gonna get past this by tomorrow morning. because he’s never seen a couple more perfect for each other, even despite your blowout fights. 

“well, do you wanna know what i think?” 

yeosang rolls his eyes up to look at his friend, the cocky grin and glint in his eyes already not sitting well with him.

“not really. i came here to vent and lay on your expensive couch.”

“you got me that couch, asshole.”

“exactly,” yeosang says, resting his head back on the cushion and almost regretting purchasing this for seonghwa’s housewarming present and not his own. 

“anyway you dick,” seonghwa says, suppressing the chuckle threatening to leave him. “i think you’re a fucking idiot for leaving her and have to go back home.” 

and just as yeosang opens his mouth to speak, unsure of what he’s gonna say but feeling the need to say something, seonghwa raises his pointer finger and cuts the boy off.

“you have to remember it’s gonna be her body and her life being impacted the most by this. i get why you’re upset that she went without you, i’d probably be hurt too, but it’s how she felt most comfortable at the time. you can’t get mad at her for that. it’s fucking scary, yeosang, and i’m surprised you’re not more terrified about it.”

yeosang listens to seonghwa’s words, letting them soak in his pounding head that’s now screaming at him for leaving you home alone in the first place.

he knows his friend is right and he knows he might’ve overreacted a little. 

but he also thinks he’s a little more scared than he’s letting on, wanting to be strong and secure for you but also knowing firsthand how important being a good father is.

it took him long enough to figure out how to be a good boyfriend, he would hate if it took him that long to become a good father and mess up his child along the way. 

but he thinks because he has you, the whole journey will be a lot easier. 

“i’m scared but i love her,” yeosang says, the words so sweet and honest and soft, seonghwa’s surprised to hear them leave his friend so easily. “i’ve had every intention of marrying her and becoming the father of her kids. so it doesn’t seem that scary, i guess.” 

seonghwa feels his heart pull in his chest at the mere fact this is the same friend who used to never let anyone in, would purposely isolate himself and self sabotage and thought being an asshole was easy because it pushed people away. 

but he tried to push you away and it only seemed to bring you two together, a smile pulling on seonghwa’s lips before he bites down on them quickly. 

“you fucking sap.”

yeosang’s head snaps up at his friend, an annoyed expression crossing his face before he grabs the pillow next to him and promptly whips it at his friend. 

“shut up. that’s you and will always be you. little bitch.”

seonghwa snorts as he cranes his neck to the side, eyes roaming the dark night sky and high rises of the city. silence falls between the two boys as they sit with their thoughts, yeosang about you and wondering what you’re doing and seonghwa wondering where the fuck his food-

a knock on the door causes him to spring up, rushing over and sighing in relief when he’s greeted with his late night pancake order. yeosang nosily peeks his head over the couch, his interest heightening when he sees his friend carrying a to-go box of food. 

“what’d you get?”

“none of your business,” seonghwa responds, placing the box on the table before disappearing into the kitchen. 

yeosang rolls his eyes before making his way over to the table, his eyebrows knitting together before he lets out a humorless laugh. almost one of disbelief.

"of course, why wouldn't you be stealing the last free muffin," yeosang hums sarcastically, a smirk on his lips that has you snatching your hand away.

"you're mean," you whine, resisting the urge to stick your tongue out at him, "they were out of chocolate chip pancakes and i'll have you know i was willing to spend the $10."

"wow, $10," he says, tone dripping with sarcasm as he picks up the muffin and resists the urge to smile when a pout covers your face.

he remembers that day at the ski lodge feeling like it was longest one of his life, the night quickly falling before the power outage landed you in his room.

it’s when he confessed all of his tragic tales to you, something he hid from everyone and told you simply because a part of him was overwhelmed to. 

it didn’t excuse how he treated you but he’d hoped you’d understand after hearing that why you should stay away from him.

why trying to see any good in him at that point in his life was ridiculous. 

but you never stopped and he remembers to this day that’s when he allowed himself to fall for you, blew all his trauma and caution and doubts to the wind and tried to be worthy for someone like you. 

but he also remembers seonghwa coming in and looking at him like he was about to beat the shit out of him that night, whisking you away before they started to fight over you in dramatic, movie night fashion. 

it’s why he didn’t even hesitate to think back to that morning with you, the pout on your face and sad look in your eye about not being able to eat those $10 chocolate chip pancakes ingrained in his mind.

“can i still order room service?” he asked the front desk, the flustered voices on the other end of the phone letting out a frustrated groan before telling him yes; it probably wasn’t the nicest thing to do after an unexpected power outage shocked the staff, but he needed a one up on seonghwa at the time. 

“can i have an order of chocolate chips pancakes then?”

“don’t even try it,” seonghwa growled at the boy, pushing him away before plopping down on the dining room chair. 

yeosang let out a snort as he raised an eyebrow at the boy, looking from him to the food then back to him. without a second thought, and only a little bit of a distasteful sigh, seonghwa plopped a pancake on the lid for his friend and pushed it away from him. 

“only because i’m gonna be an uncle.”

“maybe a godfather, who knows,” yeosang mutters, a smile breaking out across seonghwa’s face before he promptly shovels a pancake in his mouth. 

the two sit in silence for a few moments, sounds of chewing and disgusted looks being thrown back and forth before seonghwa swallows and begins to speak. 

“for real, though, it’s cool you guys are gonna be parents. you’ll be a good dad, yeosang.”

the boy looks up at his friend and sees nothing but honesty in his eyes, stabbing his fork through another piece of pancake before popping one in his mouth. 

“you think?” 

he thinks this is why he came here, too; because without even him verbalizing it directly, his friend somehow knew one of the silent worries he was having. 

“i do,” seonghwa nods, a small smile on his face as he looks at his friend. “kind of early and surprising but i don’t think that matters. you and y/n are good for each other. you’ll figure it out.”

yeosang smiles at his friend warmly, popping another piece of food into his mouth and swallowing.

“and if you somehow fuck up again with her,” seonghwa adds, yeosang looking back up to see a shit eating smirk across his friends face. “i could always step in for old times sake. raise the baby as my own. i think that’d be pretty-”

“shut the fuck up.”

a deep chuckle bubbles out of seonghwa at his friend’s words, covering his face and shouting the boy’s name when a few seconds later, utensils are hurled right across the table.

the apartment is as dark and quiet as it was when he left, kicking his shoes off to the side before quickly making his way toward the bedroom.

he pushes the door open quietly, met with the sounds your breathing as you lie asleep in bed. he leans his head against the doorframe as he watches your sleeping form got a moment, his stomach sinking the whole time he walked back home. 

he felt bad about the fight and it’s hitting him even more at this very moment, walking over to crouch beside you and move a messy piece of hair out of your face. 

he frowns upon seeing your pouted lips and puffy face, his finger swiping under your cheek where dried tears are; he can tell you probably cried yourself to sleep. 

leaning forward, he presses a feather light kiss to your skin, licking over his dry lips as his stinging eyes roam your face.

he doesn’t know how long he just kneels there and watches you, his hand running through your hair as regret and shame bubble in the pit of his stomach. 

it’s a strange contrast to the overwhelming feeling of warmth in his chest, heart soaring at the fact you both have gotten this far together. that you’ll now be expecting a child, half you and half him, and start a little family that he only began to picture when he met you.

he wasn’t even sure if he wanted kids until you came along, the idea of you and only you carrying his child; watching you with them and making him love you even more.

“yeosang?” you mumble sleepily, your eyes blinking open slowly in a daze. 

you felt a presence next to you and hands in your hair, waking up panicked for less than a second before you saw your boyfriend’s familiar outline in the darkness. 

“hi, baby.” 

his voice is deep and thick with emotion, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you sit up to look at him. 

you don’t know if you’re more alarmed by the tone of his voice or the look on his face, still dazed from sleep so you’re not exactly remembering what happened hours ago. 

you recall laying down with your face in the pillow, quiet cries wracking your body, before promptly passing out into a dreamless sleep.

but now you’re blinking at him with such confusion and such a soft, sleepy look, messy hair and sleep marks on your puffy face, that it make tears sting the back of his eyes. 

he can’t believe he left you here alone. 

“i’m sorry. i’m so sorry and i know you’re scared.” 

your eyes widen slightly as he sits up and pulls you into him despretely, your face in his chest before his arms wrap around you and hold you tight; it’s almost too tight, making it hard to breathe in his warm body, but you wouldn’t dare a say a word. 

because the more aware you become of your surroundings, the more you remember from earlier in the night. you cursing at him and not being sensitive enough, finding his concerns ridiculous but also realizing, he just wanted to be there for you. 

he wanted to be there for you every step of the way and you can’t blame him for being a little hurt.  

but he also can’t be mad for you being scared and not knowing how to react right away, dealing with more than just the simple fact of telling him. 

“i know you’re scared and i know it’ll be hard for you but we’ll do it together... okay? we’ll get through it, baby, and i’ll be there for you the whole time. i just don’t wanna fight with you.”

“me either,” you mumble against his chest, tears swarming in your own eyes when you pull back and see his eyes are glossy, too. “it wasn’t fair to you and i should’ve told you sooner. i... i shouldn’t have been scared to tell you.”

“i get why you didn’t though,” he hums lowly, remembering how much he complained to you those few weeks about being stressed from work. “i get your life is gonna change more than mine and i’m sorry i didn’t-”

you interrupt his words by pressing your lips to his, worming your way into his lap as he meets your kiss with a fervor. your mouths part and his tongue teases at your mouth, just passing that line of sweet and chaste. 

“it’s okay,” you mumble when you pull back, a small smile on your face as you look at him and wrap your arms around his shoulders. “we’re okay now.” 

a smile crosses yeosang’s face as he nods, pulling you into him again as he presses his lips against your forehead. 

he closes his eyes as he takes in a few calming breaths, feeling your warm skin under his lips and your body close to his; you guys are okay and he didn’t mess anything up. 

you’ll still have to take it day by day but he knows you guys are gonna be okay.

you hear him mumble a quiet “i love you,” against your head and you smile softly as you pull back, responding with a softly spoken “i love you,” before you lean back and plop yourself back down on the warm space you previously occupied.

it didn’t feel right sleeping here without him. the bed felt far too big and far too cold and far too empty. 

“can you sleep with me now?” you whine softly, a pout on your face as you stretch your arms out to him. “i missed you.” 

and it’s the fact that you missed him even though he made you cry that makes him hold back tears again, throwing himself down on bed and pulling you over so you can rest on his chest.

you cuddle yourself closer to him with a content sigh, intertwining your arms and legs as you lay your head over his chest. 

“i don’t know how we used to fight all the time,” yeosang mumbles after a few seconds of silence, his hand in yours as his thumb softly caresses your skin. “i fucking hated it.” 

“i know,” you chuckle out lightly, your eyes closed as you bury your face in his chest. “you’re soft now, though. i thought you were gonna cry or something.”

a deep chuckle leaves him before he lets out something between a growl and scoff, your loud giggles filling the room when he reaches over and grabs at your ticklish waist.

it’s the same giggles that fill the living room the next day when all the boys come over, san, jongho, and wooyoung nearly falling over in shock when you tell them the news. 

“you’re....pregnant? like... with a baby?” wooyoung asks, poking at your stomach roughly like it’s some foreign object.

“no, with a chicken,” yeosang snaps, pushing his friend back to halt him from touching you. “what kind of stupid fucking question is that?”

“i don’t know! i’m just shocked, okay!” 

a smile crosses your face as you hear the front door open, your eyes shifting to see seonghwa, mingi and yunho walking into the apartment. your smile widens upon seeing the boys, the two tallest ones bouncing over happily. 

mingi catches yeosang’s eyes and raises an eyebrow when he sees the boy throw him a dirty look, the dark-haired boy scoffing as they stare each other down.

“you still mad the doctor thought i was the daddy?” mingi growls lowly, a snort leaving you and yunho’s mouth as yeosang pushes at the taller boy and throws you a blank look.

“i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to,” you tell him, accidentally letting it slip on your daily morning phone call with the boy. 

but it doesn’t stop mingi and yeosang from bickering further, your own form sauntering over to seonghwa and greeting him with a smile.

“hi.”

“hey,” seonghwa smiles, handsome as ever as he congratulates you softly. 

you weren’t surprised when yeosang told you he went there last night, the friendship between the boys something you’ve watched blossom into something remarkable.

it took you a while to get over the guilt of almost destroying it but now it all seemed like a distant memory. you and seonghwa had an unspoken love for one another but it wasn’t like the teenage, puppy type love you once had for one another.

it was more so one of a mutual respect. a genuine friendship where neither you, seonghwa or yeosang felt awkward or threatened by. 

but it’s upon listening to seonghwa talk softly to you that you notice a red mark on his face, your eyes squinting and hand reaching up to poke at a deep scratch across his face.

“seonghwa, oh my god,” you interrupt, yeosang’s head snapping to you before a guilty (but unapologetic) expression overcomes him. “what happened to your face?”

part 4

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The Intern Part 3

Ok...I may have gotten carried away with this one, but I was really getting into it

TW: teasing, blow job, hand job...smut, yall know the drill.

Word count: 2,361

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You sighed in an extremely tired fashion, leaning back in your chair and stretching. It was Friday thankfully, and you were about to get two days off, and to say you were relieved would be an understatement.

Greta still gave you many side-eyed glances after having basically been put in her place from Leon pulling you away from her snide comments a few days prior. 

Rumors had begun to fly now after said incident; from innocent to the truth. The innocent rumors were actually kind of adorable, saying he just had a soft spot for you, and maybe he has an office crush on you. 

But, then there was the one that was the truth. 'Well I heard from so and so that's close to his office that they have sex in there.' and you even got the satisfaction to hear some of the women tack on 'lucky bitch!' at the end.

You had to play it cool, you only admittedly skimmed through the employee handbook, but you were sure that fraternizing was means of termination, like any other office setting. Especially since this wasn't just any office. 

The phone on your desk began to ring, startling you from your thoughts, and you answered it, nearly dropping the receiver back down in your haste. 

"Hello, Divisions of Security Operations, this is (y/n) and I'll be happy to assist-"

"Hey, no need for formalities." It was Leon, that's when you noticed the light on the phone that indicated he was calling from his office and you blushed heavily. 

"Sorry, sir. What can I get for you?" You placed your forehead in your hand, embarrassed that you hadn't been paying more attention and were once again lost in your thoughts. No wonder fraternizing was frowned upon. 

"Actually, I was wondering if you could bring me something from the break room." You lift your head back up, furrowing your brows in confusion. 

"Of course." Delivering snacks wasn't exactly in your job description, but your assuming he's requesting this over the phone to hide his true intentions. 

"Coffee, like I like it." You purse your lips together, he had always brought you coffee, you had no clue how he liked his. 

"Right away, sir." You replaced the receiver in it place and stood, still a little confused by this odd request, and you could feel Greta's eyes on you.

"In trouble are you?" She snarled, and you rolled your eyes as you walked past her desk.

"You wish."

You lightly knocked on Leon's door which was slightly ajar, before pushing it further open. He looked up at you from his own work, a slow smile spreading across his face, which you returned a bit more shyly, holding up his coffee.

"Now that I've got you in my office," Leon began as you closed the door behind you, he stood and met you halfway, cupping your face and kissing you sensually. "I can ask you what I really wanted to." You were dazed by the kiss you had just received, still trying to hand him his coffee which caused him to chuckle. He took the cup from you, setting it on the table beside you both. "I was wondering if you wanted to come to my place for dinner tonight?" You blinked a few times, trying to clear your head and decide if he really just asked you that.

"What?" You asked a little too dumbly, causing you to blush, and he chuckled again, shaking his head slightly.

"Dinner. My place. Tonight?" He asked, slowly, teasing you, his thumb tracing gently over your bottom lip, the action causing goosebumps to pepper your skin.

"Yes, of course. I'd love to." He gave you a genuine smile that caused a warm healing to erupt in the pit of your stomach. 

"Great," he proclaimed, releasing you so he could jot down his address on a scrap piece of paper, folding it and holding it between his index and middle finger towards you. "Be there around 7?" You nod as you take the paper from him, smiling.

"It's a date!" 

*

You were nervous, and honestly you weren't sure why, you'd already had sex with him, twice, dinner should be the easy part, right? You sighed as you sat in your car, looking at the elevators on the far side of the parking garage of Leon's apartment building, trying to swallow your nerves.

Finally you left your car, moving towards the other end of the garage, still looking at the paper, seeing his number was 809, when you bumped into someone.

"Holy shit, I'm so...Leon! Jesus, sorry for running into you." You apologize profusely, causing him to chuckle.

"It's ok, it's a little past 7, thought I'd come down here to check if you were here." You blushed again, you didn't realize you had sat in your car for so long.

"Yeah, it's actually a funny story. I'm nervous." You sputter out a laugh to match how nervous you felt, and Leon shrugged.

"Sex is easy, feelings are hard." He pointed out understandingly, before placing a hand on the small of your back, leading you towards the elevator. 

That's when your brain froze, did he say feelings? It was obvious now that you looked back on it, you were beginning to develope feelings for him. Does this mean they're being returned from him?

Inside the elevator, the only noise was the terrible music wafting through the speakers above your heads. However, it didn't take long for Leon to crowd you into a corner, gripping your wrists and holding them over your head as his lips met your in a fiery hunger, his tongue already probing against your own, causing you to moan needily.

Leon was making a content noise low in his throat that was similar to noises being made by someone who hasn't had sustenance in days. The sounds caused waves of pleasure to crash over you, settling in your core. Shivers were crawling up and down your spine as he pressed himself into you more, his hands leaving your wrists, so his fingers could lace with yours.

The ping of the elevator brought you both out of your euphoric state, both looking at the door to see a sweet older lady smiling at you both.

"Oh, don't mind me, I'm just here to visit my daughter." She stated as she joined you both on the elevator, you were blushing wildly as Leon backed away from you, still holding one of yours hands, as you wiped your mouth off. "I remember when my husband Harold and I first met, God rest his soul. We were just like you two, couldn't keep our hands off each other." 

You smiled up at Leon who was pinching the bridge of his nose, his jaw muscles bunching and flexing in annoyance, his eyes squeezed shut tightly, still facing the back wall, so he could hide the bulge tenting his pants. He groaned as the lady continued to talk about her Harold, Leon laid his forehead on yours.

"Harold sounds wonderful, lady." He snipped, and you stifled a laugh, as the lady didn't even notice the sarcasm dripping from his words. 

You decide to have some fun, and you palm his cock through his jeans, causing his body to jolt, and his eyes flew open, a loud groan that he couldn't stop escaped him. 

Leon gave you a warning look, which you didn't heed, slowly rubbing along his hardened member, enjoying teasing him like this more than you probably should. The elevator stopped again.

"Ok, you two love birds, this is my floor, I hope you enjoy your evening." She stated, as she exited, Leon tossed his hand up, not even looking over his shoulder. 

"Yeah, ok, see ya." His voice was strained, and as soon as the elevator doors closed again, you slipped your hand into his pants, finally touching skin to skin. His face lifted towards the ceiling and he moaned, his hips bucking involuntarily. 

You freed your other hand from his grip to begin unbuttoning his shirt, so you could run your tongue along his chest, before sinking your teeth into his warm skin. Leon hissed, the elevator finally reached his floor, you reluctantly removed your hand from his pants and he all but yanked your arm out of its socket, hurrying towards his apartment.

"So what are we having for dinner?" You ask, still teasing him relentlessly as you dodged his attempts to kiss you, and you laughed at his growing frustration, growling rumbling deeply in his chest as he chased you. Finally having enough, he cupped his hands under your arms and lifted you slightly, pinning you in place with his hips against the wall. You giggled against his mouth and you wrapped your legs around his waist, grinding yourself against him.

"Wait, wait." He paused, breathing heavily, placing his forehead on yours again, his fringe of bangs tickling your cheek, causing you to shiver. "Not here, I want you in my bed." A shudder shocked through you at the huskiness in his tone, barely being able to contain how turned on his was. He gave you a soft singular kiss, before you removed you legs and he lowered you gently back to the floor.

Taking your hand again, he lead you to his bedroom, closing the door behind you both, and he wasted no time stripping you of your clothes. Articles were being shed and tossed about his room, as you made your ways towards the bed, were you pushed him onto his back.

Your hand grasped his cock gently, drinking in Leon fully naked for the first time, you dipped down and kissed along his hip bone as you continued to work him, before swiping your tongue from the base of his cock to the tip. He was watching you intently, before his head fell back and pushed into the mattress. A groan filled the room as your lips enclosed the head of his cock and you traced your tongue teasingly around it. 

You hollow your cheeks, slowly taking more of him in, firmly running your tongue along the prominent vein on the underside of his shaft, and you feel him start to shake beneath you. His hand had a death grip on his sheets, his knuckles white in the effort it took to not thrust up into your mouth. He was gasping, sounding much like several 'ah's in a row, as he began to squirm as you bobbed your head on him.

Your name fell from his lips along with curses, and it was then you realize just how much he held back in his office.

"(Y/n), (y/n), please." His voice was needy as he begged, finally thrusting his organ into your mouth, causing you to gag on him. "Please…" You release him with an obscene pop and he whimpers and collapses into a needy heap as you left him teetering on the edge.

"Please what, sir?" You purr, stroking him slowly, but stopping occasionally to keep him in the edge longer. His entire body was trembling, shuddering gasps leaving him, as he looked at you pleadingly. "This is such a beautiful look on you." You positioned yourself on all fours, slowly crawling up his body, leaving a trail of kisses along his toned abdomen and chest, licking up his neck, over his chin where you finally kissed his lips and he whined desperately into your mouth.

Leon grabbed your hips and in an instant you were on your back, you squealed at the sensation, as his knee spread your legs for him.

"I can't take anymore, I need you." The emphasis he put on the word 'need' caused your own desperate whine to sound, as he pinned your wrists above your head again with his left hand, using his right to grip the headboard of his bed after chanting your hips up, and he slammed himself into you.

Your head pushed down hard into the pillows, keening loudly at the sudden delicious intrusion. More desperate gasping erupted from Leon, as he closed his eyes and held back his orgasm again, his entire frame shaking above you.

"Goddamn it." He growled through clenched teeth, and he finally released the breath he was holding in. He finally started moving again, jackhammering into you, causing you to scream out in pleasure, your nails digging small crescents into your palms as you longed to scratch your nails down his back. The headboard he was clutching for death life began to knock against the wall loudly and with such force you were afraid it was going to punch a hold into the wall.

"I'm so fu-ah-cking close. Hnng, please tell me you ah-are." He asked through groans and heavy breaths, and you nodded, not trusting yourself to even be able to talk. He began thrusting faster, your back arched and your toes curled as his cock hit you just right and you saw stars, screaming out his name. He followed house over the edge, his body convulsed are against yours, his own releasing groan coming out louder than your own, followed by several strained groans with every pulsing wave that hit him.

Leon fell limply on top of you, breathing extremely heavily, and you could feel his heart hammering in his chest. you both jumped with the phone next to his bed started ringing. He groaned, not wanting to leave your heat, and answered.

"Hello?" He panted out, and you rubbed your wrists, getting the blood flow back. "No, I'm completely fine, Mrs. Smith. I'm not hurt. No need to call anyone. I promise." You covered your mouth, trying to not snort as he assured his neighbor there was no emergency here. He disconnected the call and flopped on to his back beside you before you both started laughing loudly.

"Guess I really got you worked up, huh?" You tease him as you roll over to curl up next to his side. You absently traced your fingers along different scars on his sinewy chest, wondering what stories were behind them all, as sleep slowly claimed you both.

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All That Matters Is You’re Okay

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Tags: wounded!reader, protective!Dean, worried!Dean, car accident

Word Count: 1,163

(Gif not mine)

The day had cooled off quite a bit once the sun had gone down. The air had a clean smell and a dewy feeling, signifying rain was on the way, but it wasn't at all humid. A soft breeze made the weather absolutely perfect for driving with the windows down. If you died and went to heaven, this would be yours. Nothing but you, the melody of a Journey song playing in the background, and the sound of the Impala's purring engine as her tires roamed the road. Drumming your fingers on the steering wheel, you let out a content sigh. It had been your goal to be home by now, but with weather as perfect as this, you didn't mind making a pit stop for gas. Since you were the last one to drive, Dean would kill you if you took her back to the bunker with less than half a tank. When your phone began to ring loudly, you swore. You had thrown it in one of the grocery bags to give yourself a free hand. Being extra careful to make sure your eyes never left the road, you dug through the bags in the passenger seat, searching for the damned thing.

"Ha!" you exclaimed triumphantly when you finally found it. Answering the call, you pinned the small device between your shoulder and your ear. "I'm on my way back right now," you explained. Considering you were running later than you had originally planned, you assumed Dean was calling to ask where you were with his baby. And his pie.

"Cool," was his reply. "Sam wanted to know if you remembered to get his rabbit food." You let out a chuckle as you rifled through one of the bags again, double-checking the contents.

"Kale, carrots, spinach, and bell peppers," you listed off. "Check. When I have I ever forgotten anything you boys have asked me to pick up?" Dean gave a snort.

"Don't get cocky, Y/N," he retorted. "No one's perfect. Now, here's the real question. Did you get-"

"Yes, Dean," you answered with a roll of your eyes. "I got the pie. Did you even hear what I just said? When have I ever-" A horn blared loudly, and you turned your head, the phone dropping to the car's floor. Headlights flew towards the driver's side door, and with a shattering impact, the oncoming car smashed into the side Impala, forcing it into a barrel roll. "Oh, f-" Your head slammed hard into the side of the interior, effectively cutting off your expletive as you lost all ties to the conscious world.

Beep. Beep. Beep. The obnoxious beeping was the first thing you registered, followed by the hellish scent of rubbing alcohol and stale air. You opened your eyes, blinking hard, but everything still faded in and out of focus, like a camera lens trying to adapt to different lighting. They had you on some sort of painkiller for sure. They had to. Why else would every color in the room be blurred together like a wet ink stain? When you tried to adjust your positioning, you instantly regretted it. Your head throbbed hard, and you squeezed your eyes shut, trying to breathe through the intense pain. Because of the whole hunter thing, you had had your fair share of hurt. This, though, made the list of top three worst injuries in your life, coming second only to the time a dickwad poltergeist impaled you with a museum's decorative katana. You opened your eyes again, thankful to find everything a bit more in focus this time, probably from the pain you had just accidentally inflicted upon yourself. Some good that painkiller did. You were definitely in bad shape. Your left arm was in a cast that went up to your elbow, and agony shot up your spine in little zaps whenever you so much as breathed wrong. You didn't even want to think about how long you were going to be bed-ridden.

"Y/N?" Your eyes focused on Sam, who was leaned against the wall across from you.

"Where's Dean?" A shuffling sound made its way over to you, and in an instant, Dean was sitting in the chair at your bedside, holding your good hand.

"Right here, baby," he reassured. "I'm right here." Sam pointed his thumb towards the hallway.

"The doctor wanted us to let her know when you woke up," he explained. You nodded your acknowledgment. The second Sam left the room, Dean leaned forward to kiss you, being careful not to hurt you.

"I thought I lost you," he whispered when he finally pulled away. "When Sam and I got there, I pulled you out of the car, and-" Your heart dropped into your stomach.

"Oh my God, Dean, the car!" you exclaimed. Dean shook his head, leaning his forehead against yours.

"I don't care about the car." Your eyes went wide as you drew back to look at him. "Not when it comes to you." The door to your room swung open, and the doctor strolled in, smiling warmly.

"Look who's awake," she said kindly. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm not dead, so that's something to be thankful for," you replied. The doctor nodded.

"It certainly is." She picked up a clipboard from the edge of your bed. "Well, you have three transverse fractures in your left forearm, and spinal contusions, which means that your vertebrae are bruised. Luckily, none of the blood vessels near the injury site were damaged, so you're only walking away with some moderate inflammation around the spinal cord. For recovery, we'll put you on some steroids to reduce the swelling, and keep you on painkillers to ease the discomfort. You'll probably be sore for the next couple weeks, though. But all things considered, I would count yourself very fortunate. If your boys hadn't called an ambulance when they did..." She didn't have to say the words to finish her sentence. Overwhelmed, you squeezed Dean's hand and shot Sam a grateful smile, incredibly thankful you were still alive.

"You feeling any better?" Dean asked after the doctor was gone. You shrugged.

"Not really," you answered honestly. "I'll be a hell of a lot better once we're out of here, but you know." Sam patted the top of your head and smiled down at you.

"Really glad you're okay," he breathed. You nodded in agreement.

"Thanks to you two," you pointed out. "If it weren't for your brother calling about his damn pie, I think I'd probably be worm food by now." Dean leaned forward in his chair, pushing your hair from your forehead.

"Hey, don't say that," he said firmly. "I don't want to think about it." You placed a soft kiss on his stubbled cheek.

"I'm really sorry about your car, babe." Dean shook his head again.

"I already told you, I don't care about the car." You looked at him with wide eyes.

"Dean."

"...Okay, I care a little bit."

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Fate crossover AU

Chalice: it is done.

Salem: so you turned those eight into masters?

Chalice: yes, and now we just have to wait until they destroy themselves to get the chalice.

Salem: and then the world will be engulfed by destruction and despair.

Chalice: exactly.

Salem: it is certainly a brilliant plan. Making ozpin’s favorite students kill themselves for a wish just so the last one can die in the end by their own greed.

Chalice: now, all we have to do is wait.

Salem: *with a malicious smile* i wonder how the war is going, how many of them are already dead? And who killed who?

Chalice: let's take a look shall we? *summons a large glowing orb.*

Salem: let's take a look at the berserker's master first, she seems to be the most violent one.

Chalice: *nods making the sphere show the berserker's master*

Nora: HHHHRAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!

Hercules: RRRRRRHAHAAAAA!!!

Nora: HHHHHHRRAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!

Hercules: RRRRRRRRRRRHHHAAAAAAAAA!!!!

Nora: HHHHHHHHHHRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!

Hercules: RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!

Nora: *pushes hercules’ arm down against the table* YESSSSS!!!!! I TOLD YOU!!!! NO ONE BEATS ME IN A ARM WRESTLING!!!!

Hercules: RRRRRHAHHHRRAAH!!!

Nora: *crosses her arms with a grin* too much of a sore loser, aren’t you?

Hercules: RRHAHARAHHARR!!!

Nora: fine, fine, let's go for one more round, but if i win i wanna try out your axe, is that good?

Hercules: HRHRHAAAAARHHARR!!

Nora: then let's go!!! *puts her arm on the table and starts another arm wrestle with hercules*

Salem: *sighs* this girl has a lot of potential for destruction, only if she wasn’t so stupid.

Chalice: let's try someone else.

Salem: go for the silver eyed girl and her archer, lets see how ozpin’s pure warrior descended with this war.

Chalice: *nods making the orb focus on the archer’s master*

Gilgamesh: ENUMA ELISH!!!! *sends a wave of red energy destroying a whole mountain with ease*

Ruby: *gasps in awe with stars on her eyes* THATS SOO COOOOL!!! What other weapons do you have!?!?

Gilgamesh: heh, you are quite the curious mongrel aren’t you? But as i stated before, i have all the weapons that ever existed and that will ever exist.

Ruby: all weapons!? So you have crescent rose as well!?

Gilgamesh: *pulling crescent rose from a portal* of course mongrel, your simple weapon along with many others.

Ruby: please show me some of them!!! Pleasepleasepleaseplease!!! *begging with her puppy eyes*

Gilgamesh: *sighs with a slight grin* farewell mongrel, be grateful that this king enjoys your pathetic pleas, i will allow you to have a brief glimpse of my great arsenal *summons thousands of portals with several weapons*

Ruby: *heavy breathing intensifies*

Gilgamesh: what do you think, mongrel?

Ruby: *whispers to herself* im so fucking wet right now.

Salem: *facepalming* i should have imagined, what about ozpin’s chosen maiden and her lancer?

Chalice: *nods making the orb show the lancer’s master.*

Scathách: WHAT ARE YOU!? A COWARD!?

Pyrrha: I'M NOT A COWARD!!

Scathách: THEN PROVE YOURSELF TO ME MASTER!! SHOW ME YOUR TRUE COURAGE!!!

Pyrrha: I WILL!!! *bolts out of the room*

Scathách: *crosses her arms and sighs in deception* 3...2...1...aaand.

Pyrrha: *shyly walking back in* b-but what if he rejects me?

Scathách: for the last time master, you’re a hot, drop dead gorgeous warrior, what man in this world wouldn’t bent at your will?

Pyrrha: *looking down with a small blush* i-it’s just that jaune is really important to me, a-and i don’t wanna risk-

Scathách: *holding both of her shoulders* listen here master, you’re going to do exactly what i tell you to do okay?

Pyrrha: o-okay.

Scathách: there are many ways to get to a man’s heart, but the most effective is through their spear if you know what i mean.

Pyrrha: *blushes deeply*w-wha-

Scathách: shshshs, don’t interrupt me. What i want you to do, is get out of this room, find your men, pin him against the wall and ravish him senseless, Do you understand me?

Pyrrha: *blushing madly* i-i can’t do t-that!

Scathách: really? So you’re saying that you will allow your men to be taken away by some low whore like that white haired girl you told me about?

Pyrrha: *with a cold determination* not in a million years.

Scathách: *grins* that's more like it, now let me teach you some tricks that will make him squirm beneath you.

Pyrrha: *blushes again but listens carefully*

Salem: *deadpans* i honestly can’t believe this. Let's see the assassin, maybe he’s doing his job.

Chalice: *nods making the orb show the assassin’s master*

Kojiro: *sitting in a meditating position* hummm...

Ren: *sits down across him* here. *hands him a cup of his healthy green goo*

Kojiro: thank you master *picks cup and sips the goo* delicious, you have a great talent with herbs.

Ren: thank you, it is good to have someone who knows how to appreciate the taste and benefits of this juice.

Kojiro: i can’t see how someone wouldn’t find this to be as delicious as is healthy.

Ren: you would be surprised. now, shall we continue?

Kojiro: of course master. Hummm *resumes to meditation*

Ren: hummm *starts meditating as well*

Salem: *getting angry* why is the assassin drinking tar from the grimm pits instead of assassinating other masters!?

Chalice: i don’t know, let's take a look at someone else, maybe the saber master already started his battles given that saber is the most powerful class.

Salem: let's see it then.

Chalice: *nods making the orb show the saber’s master*

Weiss: hmm...the answer is fire dust.

Arturia: correct, another question perfectly answered master.

Weiss: thank you saber, you have been very helpful in my studies.

Arturia: there is no reason for you to thank me master, i am only doing my mission as your servant.

Weiss: still, it is really good to have someone who can help me study and that actually have manners around. Do you want some more tea? *picks tea kettle*

Arturia: i will gladly accept it master. *waits until weiss fill her cup before carefully sipping the tea*

Weiss: as much as i love to talk to you, i believe we have to finish some more urgent matters.

Arturia: indeed. Who was the one who discovered dust?

Weiss: hmm...it was-

Salem: *pinching the bridge of her nose* she has access to such a powerful servant, yet she’s using her to study!? Please tell me at least rider is still on his conquering plans?

Chalice: *nods making the orb show the rider’s master*

Iskandar: *watching yang finish chugging a whole jar of wine* HAHAHAHAHA!! YOU REALLY ARE A HEAVY DRINKER FOR SUCH A YOUNG WOMAN MASTER!!! *pats her back heavily*

Yang: *almost chokes on the drink but finishes her jar, taking a deep breath right after* and you’re not half bad for a two thousand year old guy! *pats his back making him fall on the ground* oops, sorry~

Iskandar: HAHAHAHAHA!!! YOU ARE A REALLY FUN MASTER!!! WAITRESS!! BRING MORE WINE TO US!! THIS FEAST IS ONLY BEGINNING!! *throws his jar on the wall*

Yang: YOU HEARD THE MAN!! *also throws her jar on the wall* KEEP’EM COMING JUNIOR!!!!

Salem: even the conqueror!? What is wrong with these servants!?

Chalice: i have no idea.

Salem: show me caster, casters usually are the most evil between the servants.

Chalice: *nods making the orb show the caster’s master*

Blake: *holding a spellbook* these spells...are they real?

Merlin: just as real as i am...what about these books of yours master? *holding ‘ninjas of love vol.1’* i am really curious to see how literature has evolved since i was alive.

Blake: *blushing* w-well, i wouldn’t recommend this one, i-if you want i can show you the libra-

Merlin: *holding the now glowing book* amazing, this book is filled with so much information about sexual intercourse, i’ve never seen one like that before, and the story is really thrilling as well.

Blake: wait...you already finished? And liked?

Merlin: of course, thanks to my magic i can read a whole book without having to actually read it, now, would you have more of these, i am really interested.

Blake: r-really?

Merlin: *nods* of course i am, i’ve never seen such an amazing piece if literature like this one in my time.

Blake: *closes her eyes and whispers* thank you gods, i don’t deserve such a blessing *re-opens her eyes and picks up her huge pile of smu- i mean, her huge pile of mature books* if you liked this one, i think you’ll love these, and then we can discuss about it once you finish.

Merlin: i would certainly love that, now where should i start master? This one seems interesting ‘the pirate quest for the booty’ can i take a look master? It does sounds-

Salem: ISN’T THERE A SINGLE SERVANT WHO CAN CAUSE DESTRUCTION AND CHAOS LIKE THEY SHOULD!?

Chalice: well, there’s still avenger.

Salem: avenger? Ohh yes...the avenger, the servant composed by the dark hatred of the chalice, there is no mistake now, this servant for sure is causing a lot of destruction. Show me him.

Chalice: *nods making the orb show the avenger’s master*

Edmond: *covered in dark flames* GHAHAHAHA!! YES!! I AM EDMOND DANTES!! THE COUNT OF MONTE CRISTO!! THE VERY INCARNATION OF VENGEANCE!!! THE GRUDGE OF DARKNESS!! THE MAN WHO ESCAPED CHATEAU D’IF!!! THE MAN WHO SURVIVED TO FOURTEEN YEARS OF TORTURE AFTER BEING BETRAYED BY THOSE WHO HE MOST TRUSTED!!! THE WARRIOR OF THE EXTRA CLASS!! I AM THE AVENGER!!!

Jaune: wow...fourteen years of torture?

Edmond: yes, inside that damned castle was only torture every day.

Jaune: and right after the peoples you loved betrayed you?

Edmond: yes, my beloved bride mercedes married to my best friend mondego, the man who betrayed my trust and framed me so i would rot in prison for the rest of my existence.

Jaune: oof, sounds rough buddy...wanna talk about it? My shoulder is free if you want.

Edmond: *crying on jaune’s shoulder* i didn’t knew the content of that letter!! It wasn’t my fault napoleon didn’t knew how to keep his word!!

Jaune: *patting his back* yeah, yeah, just let it all out.

Edmond: that castle was an absolute hell!! I suffered so much in it!! And even after i escaped i ended finding out that my bride married only a month after i was arrested!! ONE. FREAKING. MONTH!!! AND TO THAT MONDEGO ASSHOLE ABOVE ALL!!! DIDN’T SHE HAD ANY CONSIDERATION FOR THE MAN WHO LOVED HER SO MUCH!?!?!?

Jaune: *still patting his back* yeah, just like that, let all your anger out.

Edmond: *angry crying mumbles*

Chalice: well...that was unexpected.

Salem: *repeatedly slamming her head against the wall* WHY!? WHY!? WHY!? WHY!? WHY!? WHY!?

Secreting Shadows #3

Aithlyn wasn’t shocked using blood magic to get into the guild, it was used quite often in Vih’thras. Raiden hadn’t appreciated her joke about using his blood since it was spilling out everywhere. As the blood loss was getting to him his flirting was coming on stronger, she had lost count on the amount of times she had to slap his hand away from her ass.

Layla had taken Raiden into another room to get him healed up. Aithlyn couldn’t help but chuckle as he clung on to her and whined that he didn’t want to leave her. His reaction was priceless and thinking back on it only made her grin wider.

“No… I don’t want to go! Aithlyn is staying here so I am too. Bring the healer here!”

Layla looked over to Aithlyn and rolled her eyes, used to his antics already, “Rai, Aithlyn is meeting the boss and you’ll only be in the way.”

“Don’t care!” he declared as he used what little strength he had left and wobbled over to Aithlyn to wrap his arms around her shoulders, “Staying right here!”

Aithlyn bit her lip to contain her laughter, “scary assassin my ass, he’s just a big baby” she thought to herself. She mouthed at Layla over Raiden’s shoulder, “I got this.” Layla just raised her eyebrow and crossed her arms, interested in how she was going to play this out.

“Raiden…” she could feel the intake of breath at her flirtatious tone. Tilting her head slightly she was able to run the tip of her nose over his ear, he shivered in instant reaction, before stopping her lips beside it and coyly whispering, “If you’re a good boy and go with Layla to get healed up, I’ll do something real nice for you.”

The response was immediate, and he lifted himself off her and staggered over to Layla, not before Aithlyn was able to get a look at the deep blush on his face. Layla’s eyes had widened in surprise, clearly not used to Raiden doing what he was told.

“What did you say to him??”

Aithlyn winked, “That’s a secret.”

“Damn!” Layla laughed, “If you can get Raiden to do as he’s told we’ve gotta keep you around.”

“Oi! I’m right here you know!”

“Yes, yes. Now let’s get you all healed up.”

 So here she was, sitting in the weapons room waiting on the Guild Master. She had sat down on the only available bench, but impatience got the better of her. To distract herself she walked around the room and examined the different weapons. Aithlyn stopped at the beautiful set of sais, picking them up she decided to test them out. They had good balance, heavy enough that they’d assist in adding impact damage but light enough that they wouldn’t hinder her speed. They were certainly well cared for, for how clean and sharp they were.

Aithlyn took up her training stance and went through the practice motions of attack. Her mind emptied as her body went through the moves. She realised that someone had entered the room and was watching, but she didn’t stop and followed through with her routine. She had been kept waiting, and so shall they. She felt much better when she finished and returned them to their stand before the person behind her started clapping causing her to turn and eyes to widen.

“You’ve improved Lyn.”

“Adri!”

Screw protocol and appearances, Aithlyn ran at the dark-haired man and jumped into a hug. It had been years since she had last seen him, and he hadn’t changed much. His hair was longer, and he kept it tied back in its usual braid. There were a few new scars, but his body looked as well trained as before. She tried not to scowl at his choice of clothing, they weren’t exactly protective and given his position there would be assassination attempts. You’d think he’d take more care of himself. She knew just how skilled he was, but it didn’t hurt to be careful. Raiden’s injury flashed in front of her eyes and her stomach tightened.

Adri laughed and caught her, crushing her in his arms. For the first time in weeks he felt relief. If she was the one who had been sent, he wouldn’t need to worry anymore. He stood her back on her feet, but they didn’t break body contact.

“Nanethe didn’t tell me that you were the one who put in the request.”

“Well he also didn’t tell me you were the one taking it up. I shouldn’t be surprised though, it’s just like him.”

“True,” Aithlyn took him by the hand and pulled him to the bench. Sitting down beside each other but not relinquishing hold of his hand, “I should have expected it though, Raiden has a lot of your mannerisms.”

“Ha! That happens when you practically raise him.”

Aithlyn smiled and squeezed his hand, “So, Viper, why do you need my help? I’ve met or know of most of your snakes, and they’re not incapable.”

Adri snickered, “That’s a compliment coming from you,” Aithlyn nudged his shoulder with her own, he smiled but then his face turned serious.

“There’s something going on with my network. I know what time the Queen takes a shit to when the Knight Commander tucks herself into bed at night, but there’s a void.”

“A void? You think one of your snakes has betrayed you?”

“It’s still a possibility, that was what I first looked into. It’s like someone stuck a knife into my system. A system that hasn’t failed for going on thirty years.”

“So, you need a fresh pair of eyes.”

“Exactly. I want you working with Raiden on this, he’s one of the few that I truly trust and his skill and intuition rivals even you.”

Aithlyn sniggered, “You don’t need to try and charm me. You can count me in.”

“Thank you, Lyn.”

They sat in silence for a moment longer before Aithlyn decided to broach the subject that they were clearly avoiding.

“He misses you.”

Adri sighs, “I miss him too Lyn, but Nanethe is the King and it’s not like I can give him an heir.”

“Cut the bullshit Adri. We both know that the heir doesn’t need to be his blood, and if it does, he can name one of Valkyrie’s kids as the heir.”

“Valkyrie has kids?!” Adri was suddenly disturbed that his network’s blank spot was bigger than he thought.

“Not yet, she got married last year and I’m pretty sure she’s expecting going by how smug Calen has been looking recently.”

Aithlyn watched as his shoulders sagged in relief and she could see the loneliness and hope in his eyes.

“Let’s make a deal.”

“Oh?”

“I’ll help solve this problem, no charge, and you go visit him.”

“Lyn I’m the Master of the Assassins Guild, I can hardly take a holiday.”

“I’ll stay while you see him, or you can nominate someone to take over things for a while. I don’t care what you do, just go see him. He’s a pain in the ass when he’s moping around missing you.”

Adri laughed, “He bugs you for information, doesn’t he?”

Aithlyn sighed in defeat and put her head in her hands, “Every damn day…”

Adri laughed heartily as he patted her back in condolence. It felt good, he hasn’t been able to laugh or act like this in so long, but then again Aithlyn had always managed to relax people.

“Deal. But can you afford to be away for so long? You’re not exactly unimportant you know?”

“Sure, I can, Calen’s in charge whenever I’m away and he’s used to me disappearing every now and again.”

“You’re a pretty shit Spymaster,” Adri snickered.

“I’m a great Spymaster. I have a nice little system going, Calen deals with the paperwork, jobs and such and I get to be in the field, keeping my skills sharp and protecting the people I love.”

“I feel sorry for Calen.”

Aithlyn laughed, “Don’t. He gets to stay close to Valkyrie so it’s a good arrangement.”

Adri chuckled, “Right, well you better go catch up with Raiden before he does something.”

Aithlyn nudged his shoulder again before standing and walking towards the door that Raiden and Layla had gone through. Adri called out her name, so she stopped and turned her head to look back at him.

“A word of warning, he’s not fond of mages.”

Aithlyn raised her eyebrow but didn’t say anything. Lifting two fingers to her forehead she gave a mocked solute and walked through the door.

 When Aithlyn entered the room she looked around, from the cluttered treasure stuffed into almost every available space she could only assume that it was a vault of sorts. The treasures certainly were interesting, and she briefly wondered if their previous owners were murdered or if they were simply stolen. Her fingers itched as she noticed what looked to be an alchemy table, some of the ingredients were very hard to come by, but then a slight shift in the air around the painting of the ocean drew her attention. Staring at it a moment she noted that she could see the sea moving and a skeletal hand slowly reaching out.

“Haunted,” she thought to herself.

She could hear Raiden from around the corner and he sounded whinier than usual, followed by the sounds of a much quieter and less whiny second person, probably the mage. She walked towards the sounds. Raiden was lying back on a bed of sorts, as the mage stood beside him, his hand glowing blue with healing magic. She noted that at this point he looked exhausted, a combination of the attack and blood loss.

Realising that she was in the room Raiden sat up and swung his legs over the bed, doing everything he could to make her believe that he was fine. Aithlyn knew better though, which was confirmed when he winced as the mage continued healing his wound.

“Well, well, look who survived the viper pit.”

“That was never a worry. How are you feeling?”

“Better for having laid eyes on you. You have nice hands, would love to get stabbed around you again some time.”

Aithlyn scoffed and rolled her eyes, “And here’s me thinking you wanted to stop being a pin cushion…”

“Ha! Honestly though, I’m fine. You get used to it after the first few.”

“I thought you assassins were meant to avoid getting stabbed.”

“We’re meant to avoid death, keep up.”

Raiden winced before turning to start grumbling at the mage and trying to wave him away. From the frustration on the mage’s face he wanted to say something, and Aithlyn was impressed by his restraint when he didn’t. She definitely would have.

“Mi dispiace per lui. È solo un bambino grande.” The mage started at Aithlyn speaking to him, clearly not having expected it, but chuckled as she finished her sentence.

“È vero. Digli semplicemente di tenere la mano sulla ferita e lasciare che la magia funzioni.”

“Lo farò.”

With that, the mage took Raiden’s hand and placed it over the wound and giving him a fierce glare. He turned to Aithlyn and gave a small smile before bowing and walking out the door. Raiden, who had been watching the entire interaction narrowed his eyes in suspicion as he looked at her.

“I didn’t know you spoke mage.”

“You didn’t ask.”

“Mages are weird.”

“Well that mage healed you, you could stand to be a little nicer. He said to keep your hand over the wound as it heals.”

No sooner had she spoken, he moved his hand back a bit to look at the wound and grimaced at the sight before looking back at her. Aithlyn realised that she’d need to distract him a bit, so she pointed at the tattoo, “Why flowers?”

Raiden lifted his arm to angle it better for him to see, “I thought the normal design was rather boring,” he blushed slightly, “there used to be a field where they bloomed, but only a few days every year, and I used to pick them as a child and bring them back to Adri.”

“Interesting that you’d gravitate towards the death flower. A bit morbid.”

“What I do is a bit morbid, isn’t it?”

At that point Raiden yawned before glaring down at the magic still knitting his skin together, “too bad this thing is as annoying as fuck, gonna take a while to get to sleep.”

Aithlyn shook her head as she chuckled, “Lie back pin cushion.”

Raiden tilted his head in confusion, and Aithlyn had to admit he looked slightly adorable in that moment.

“I promised you something nice, didn’t I?”

Raiden’s eyes instantly darkened as his face flushed but he did as he was told. Aithlyn felt his eyes watching her intently as she walked closer to him. His brow furrowed when she went to kneel at the top of the bed.

“What are you doing?”

“Something nice.” Aithlyn smirked at the glare she received, “I never said it was something sexual pin cushion, you imagined that all by yourself.”

“Cheater.”

“Yep! Now close your eyes.”

“Uh huh…” Raiden quirked his eyebrow but continued to watch her.

“This works better if you closer your eyes, it will help you sleep.”

“Hopefully not sleep permanently,” he joked.

Aithlyn scowled at him and flicked his forehead, “If that’s what I wanted I’d could easily have let you bleed to death earlier. Now shut up and close your eyes or I won’t bother and will just leave.”

Raiden was startled by the look of hurt the briefly flashed across her face and quickly did as he was told. For a moment nothing happened, and he briefly thought she did it to trick him and had walked away. He was about to open his eyes again when he felt her fingers running through his hair.

“Fuck that feels good.”

Aithlyn chuckled but shushed him, telling him to just relax. He was not going to argue with her if she kept doing that. It felt amazing. She applied just enough pressure for him to melt into a relaxed puddle. Raiden fell asleep to Aithlyn playing with his hair and gently humming.

 Aithlyn smiled as she watched Roux walk away from her home. They twirled around and winked at her as they conjured a yellow flower in the palm of their hand and showed the delighted children that were chasing after them, giggling at their antics.

“So, they like daffodils huh?” she thought to herself.

Turning back into the dwelling and closing the door behind her, Aithlyn looked at the scroll that Roux had delivered on behalf of Raiden. She didn’t know why, but she was a little annoyed that he wasn’t wary enough to go out and steal the jousting invitation but was too wary to deliver it himself.

“Whatever,” she muttered to herself.

The joust would happen in two days. That was plenty of time to gather information. First things first, she had promised Roux some baked goods and she was going to deliver. Moving to her kitchen she looked at the ingredients that she had. Holding her chin with her right hand she contemplated what she could bake. Light suddenly moving in the corner illuminated the lemons in the fruit basket and she grinned. Pulling out the rest of the ingredients that she would need, Aithlyn began measuring the amounts that she would need. It was a recipe that she had made countless times and no longer needed to look at a book for the methods, especially having tweaked certain areas to get a better taste.

Many people began to slow as they walked past her window, the smell wafting on to the street was nothing short of delicious. The baker nearby had come out to see what the commotion was and once smelling what was being baked glared in the direction of Aithlyn’s home. It wasn’t the first time that she had shown to be the better baker. Intending to give her a piece of his mind he stormed up to the door and pounded on the wood, only to be shocked as Aithlyn invited him inside. Over an hour and multiple baskets later, the baker left with a delighted grin holding two baskets of goods to sell and a new recipe to start perfecting.

 Raiden had decided to meet Roux in the Pauper’s Crown mid-morning. Not many shadows would be out and about and therefore he was afforded some protection, no matter how little that was. He felt amazingly refreshed for a man who had just been stabbed. Running his hand through his hair he stopped halfway and flushed, remembering just how good it felt when Aithlyn had done it the night before.

Slamming his hand back on the bar he grumbled as he lifted his ale to his lips and took a long dreg of the liquid. He appreciated the way it warmed his stomach, although he’d have to be careful not to drink too much. He needed to keep his wits about him to get back to the guild later. A familiar presence walked into the tavern and it was solidified with the hand clapping his back before Roux took a seat next to him.

“Did you give it to her?”

Roux raised an eyebrow as they gave Raiden the side eye, “of course I did. First thing this morning.”

This caused Raiden to groan and slump against the bar, “And exactly how early was that?”

“It wasn’t that early; she was already up and making coffee.” Roux hummed to themselves as they rested their head into their hand as they placed their elbow on the bar, “she looks really cute in a nightdress.”

Raiden tensed and internally cursed himself for not dropping the invitation to her himself. Raising the drink to his lips he took another long dreg. Shit. He was going to need a second drink soon. Roux continued like they hadn’t noticed the sudden shift in atmosphere.

“Did you know she also likes daffodils? But then again that would make sense with the pattern that was on the nightdress.”

Raiden’s eyes widened and he inhaled the remaining liquid causing him to go into a coughing fit. Roux startled and began to hit his back, trying to ease his discomfort. Before they could ask if Raiden was alright, Nemesis cut in.

“Oi! Elf! I’ve got a delivery for ya.”

Roux turned to her puzzled, “for me?”

“Ai, Lyn dropped this off earlier. Said she figured you’d be here at some point today.”

Leaning down she grabbed what was hidden underneath the bar and lifted a basket covered in tartan cloth and plonked it in front of Roux.

Raiden watched as Roux’s nose twitched at the slight smell emitting from the basket.

“Wait a second! Is that… drool?!” Raiden thought as he watched Roux quickly lift the material.

Hidden under the blanket was an abundance of baked goods. They were the shape of daffodils! The pastry was a golden yellow and the filling smelled like lemon curd. Roux licked their lips as they tentatively reached forward and pulled one from the basket. Raiden watched as they lifted the pastry to their mouth and took a bite. Roux’s eyes widened and let out THE most sexual sound Raiden had ever heard from them, and Raiden had known them since he was a child.

He suddenly grasped Roux’s wrist and pulled the pastry towards him to take a bite. His eyes closed in bliss as the taste assaulted him. The filling melted on his tongue, coating his mouth in lemon that was sweet enough that you craved for more and tart enough that the pastry complimented fantastically.

“Fuuuuuuuuck…”

Roux watched him with disbelieving eyes. Before Raiden could even comprehend what was happening Roux had grabbed the basket and cried out “Mine!” as they ran out the tavern.

(Translations:

“I’m sorry about him. He’s just a big baby.”

“That’s true. Just tell him to keep his hand on the wound and let the magic work.”

“I will.”

I don’t speak Italian, so I don’t know if they’re 100% correct)

I’m Sorry ft. Eremika <3

A lovely reader requested a smut piece based on what Eren said to Mikasa in chapter 112!This is my interpretation. I hope this is what you were looking for, lol. So challenging to write for me because it has to be the most detailed so far, but really fun to write as well. Cheers x

NOTE: DOES NOT TAKE PLACE IN CANON VERSE BUT IT IS INSPIRED BY THAT HEARTBREAKING CONVERSATION.

Thank you for your suggestion!

Gentle was the rain outside of Mikasa's window, yet she continued to struggle with her annoyingly persistent insomnia in spite of a sound she usually finds to be reassuring. Come to think of it, shit really started to hit the fan months ago when someone she holds in the highest regard started to shut her out of his life. It's not like she didn't see him, though, since they still have a couple of classes together, but not hearing his voice is driving her absolutely insane. Perhaps she could try texting him? Sighing deeply, she blindly reached for her phone, buried somewhere in her bed amongst the pillows and blankets.

Mikasa 2:45am: hey. i don't know if you're even awake. but i can't take this silence anymore.

Though her heart began to beat faster, she kept their conversation open and set her phone beside her, waiting anxiously for a response. To say that she didn't miss him would be a lie, just like saying that receiving a response from him, no matter how long it felt like it took, immediately brought tears of happiness to her eyes would be a gargantuan understatement. She sat up in bed and grinned as she used her fingers to push all of her silky, black hair to one side.

Eren 3:28am: I'll be over in 5 minutes.

“Shitshitshitshitshit!" Mikasa mumbled frantically under her breath and hurried out of bed for the main living area of her apartment, where she slowly paced in front of the door in trepidation; alternating between chewing on her nails and looking through the peephole out into the hallway. She leaned back against the door's cold surface in an attempt to slow her racing heart, because it feels as if she's running a marathon. What if he just talks down to her again, degrading any achievements she's made by implying they hadn't been earned honestly?

A sudden knock at the door made her jump, sending her stomach further into a pit of anxiety and despair as she promptly turned around to check the peephole. Taking in a deep breath, Mikasa's shaky hand undid the locks and cautiously opened the door to reveal a man who pulls off the 'disheveled' look so well that she felt a burn of need in her womb. Eren's hair had grown longer, and she figured that it would come to his shoulders if it weren't tied back in a low bun. God, does he look exhausted. Burnt out. He won't even look at her, instead gluing his eyes on her shoulder because, how could he look at her again after what has happened? After getting in a fight with Armin, who was doing nothing more than defending her when he'd clocked Eren in the jaw, not that he didn't deserve it. Though Eren was already slowly phasing out his friends, Mikasa and Armin were completely cut from his life without any sort of explanation, even though both of them had a feeling that he was doing such a thing for a reason. But that doesn't mean what he said to her didn't hurt, and cutting her from his life hurt her to her core. She's broken.

"Uh, hey. You actually-"

"What do you want?"

"W-well, I-I.." Mikasa stuttered and let out a surprised gasp when he pushed passed her to get into the apartment and closed the door behind him. It was clear from his body language that he was already a little more than irritated. "I-I just..."

"You just what?"

"I-I'm-"

"For fucks sake, Mikasa! Spit it out!" He snarled, finally letting his guard down enough to look into the eyes he's so desperately tried to avoid and saw exactly what he'd expected: heartache. Agonizing, traumatic, heartache that he is responsible for. As far as Eren has always been concerned, all he has ever done is cause her pain, when this is the exact opposite of his intentions. "Eh?!" In a fraction of a second, those expressive, charcoal pools that were blinking back tears were now filled with rage as she threw her arms over her head in exasperation.

"Why? Why did you lie to my face about never giving a damn about me?"

"I did that for your own good."

"My...?" she pointed at herself, letting out a rugged breath and a quiet chuckle. "My own good? Do you have-" her words were interrupted with an uncontrollable sharp inhale before her voice cracked. "Any idea how much you hurt me? Or do you just not care about me anymore?" Mikasa's heart sunk from her words and, little did she know, so did his. Watching her fight back tears, the sound of her voice going up an octave whenever she's so upset has always been more than he can handle.

Especially when it's his fault.

"I don't care." Eren growled under his breath, maintaining a stoic expression, watching her shoulders rise and fall like one's do when soothing themselves from bursting into tears. But the sight of her walking up to him admittedly sent his stomach into flips, at least until she slapped him across the face. Hard. "What the fuck!?" his brows knit together, maneuvering his jaw until there was a pop.

"You don't get it do you? I-I.."

"WHAT?! YOU WHAT?!"

"I'M IN LOVE WITH YOU!" Charcoal grays were filled with tears of rage and frustration, and she balled her hands into fists at her sides before attempting to raise one for his gut. But he was already way ahead of her, quickly catching them in his hands mid punch before pushing her up against the wall and pinning her arms above her head, his eyes now filled with anger.

"Did it ever occur to you that maybe I was being a jackass for a good reason? I'm trying to protect you!"

"What the hell are you talking about?! Protect me from what?!"

"Christ's sake! Me! From me! All I have ever done is hurt you and I'm sick..." he trailed off, squeezing her wrists tighter in each hand as he got so close to her face that he could feel the breaths from her parted lips. "...of you fucking babying me. I'm sick of snapping at you because I'm not strong enough to protect you, and I'm sick of hurting you."

"So your brilliant solution was to obliterate any shred of morale or hope I had left, Eren? Well, it worked. I've never been the same. And all of this agony is because-" she sucked in another sharp inhale involuntarily because her resolve is slowly starting to crumble. "-of you. How could you!?!"

"You don't think I know that already?! All I have ever done is hurt you, Mikasa!"

"That's bullshit, Eren!" Swallowing hard, she held her breath when his forehead gently bumped into hers.

"I've been such a fool."

"No.."

"No what?"

"Don't do this..." Her voice was soft, almost hoarse from fighting back tears. "Please don't pretend like you care and fuck with my heart even more."

"What makes you think I'm pretending to fucking care?!"

"YOU WERE JUST YELLING AT ME!" Mikasa cried, screaming into his face as tears finally poured from her tired, defeated eyes. Her body trembled from rage and fatigue as she allowed herself to come unglued. The raven's heart beat faster, because through her tears she's realized that his lips were slowly, so timidly closing in on hers, and she almost fainted from the overwhelming rush of conflicting emotions. No, please yes, no, finally, no...

"Mikasa..." he breathed to her lips. "I'm so sorry. I'm sorry that I let my feelings cloud my judgement and consume me," his stomach twisted, allowing himself to sink deeper into a place he was certain he wouldn't return from. But Eren's so damn tired of running from the feelings he has for her. "I'm a fucking idiot."

"W-what are you doing?"

"What does it look like I'm doing?!" Eren hissed under his breath, observing the way her bottom lip quivered before briefly pursing them together. How could he have treated this woman, the woman who has been with him through so much bullshit to count, with so much misplaced anger and frustration that he had willingly immersed himself in? It wasn't even worth all of the heartache he'd not only caused for her, but for himself as well. He’s ashamed.

Suddenly, he stunned her with a very, very gentle kiss she fought like hell not to melt from, because his lips are softer than she could've dreamed, and because she enjoyed the prickly nature of his stubble that briefly itched below her nose. But she couldn't shake the fear that his sudden affections are derived from nothing more than pity, especially when such affections stopped just as quickly. She took this opportunity to study his face, how tightly he's shut his eyes told her that he wasn't even planning this at all and is equally as surprised as she is. Eren knit his eyebrows together and opened his eyes to her teary eyed, inquisitive gaze, silently kicking himself for being so incredibly selfish. Because he's taken this long to act on his emotions. Because he knows this entire situation could have been avoided if he'd just been honest with her from the beginning. Emerald greens gazed deeply into glistening charcoal blues, searching for any sign of hesitation, only to find that there are none. Neither knew how long they stayed like this nor did they care, especially having noticed the others gaze had softened considerably. And as she watched his demeanor soften even more, her decision to give in to any long suppressed desires had already been made.

Perhaps that's why she so eagerly returned his kiss when he fiercely attacked her lips and sighed a soft moan into his mouth, frantically tugging down with her arms in attempt to release her wrists from their prisons. But he set her free, and immediately caught her in his strong arms when she jumped up and wrapped her legs around his waist. This is it. This is exactly what she has always, always wanted. If the feeling of his hands squeezing her ass told her anything, it's that those feelings were most definitely mutual.

It didn't take long for Eren to find his way into the bedroom where he could, at long last, demonstrate how willing and prepared he is to help her heal from the pain that he's caused. Because Eren is aware how imperative it is to tell her he truly loves her and has for so many years, but he's not emotionally prepared to spill his guts at the moment, mostly because this isn't about him, it's about Mikasa. The girl he wasn't completely aware how intense those feelings of utter adoration were even for until 10 minutes ago when they shared their first kiss. The girl who has him completely drunk on her because he's finally let her in, laying on top of the body that he's gingerly laid on her bed. Mikasa slowly brought her hand to the back of his head and rested the other on his side, using her legs to press his increasingly rigid member to her clothed heat. He groaned into her mouth as he pulled away, his nose slowly gliding alongside hers. "I'm sorry." Gently setting one of his hands on her cheek, he wiped away any new tears that have fallen from her eyes. "I'll never do anything like that to you again..."

"I..." He cut her off with his lips, kicking himself even more when he tasted the saltiness of her tears with his tongue.

'StupidstupidstupidSTUPID'

"I'm so fucking sorry." His lips passionately went after hers once more, so much so that their teeth occasionally clashed into one another. More of her tears mixed in with their sloppy kisses as she rushed to pull his shirt over his head, breaking the bond between their lips, but not for a poor cause, no; much to her pleasure, he dove his lips into her neck and savored the taste of her skin. She gasped softly, slowly grinding against the hard bulge pressing into her.

Hands slowly hike a baggy, oversized night shirt up a body they've itched to caress on many occasions. Mikasa moaned in response as she arched her back to let him uncover something he's never seen before, at least on her, and my god was it a pleasure. He gently pulled her shirt over her head and looked into her eyes, now displaying nothing but pure lust. "You're so beautiful, Mikasa." he whispered, slowly gliding his hands up her warm, smooth skin, allowing his fingers to curve around her breasts. "Are you positive that you want to do this? Because I can't promise that I'll be gentle," she blushed at his words and offered a tiny smile. "Then I won't hold back anymore."

In that next instant, his face was buried between her breasts, nipping and kissing her skin. She let out a most intoxicating, pleasurable cry as his lips trailed down her body, arching her back to enable the removal of her shorts. The overwhelming warmth that's been building up since he pinned her to the wall came to a head when Eren's lips softly kissed her stomach and her inner thighs, licking the spot where her hips meet her thighs. "I should have guessed that you're a tease..." She felt a warm throb between her legs when his lips smirked against her skin, rubbing his fingers over the growing damp spot in her panties. Eren gently pushed the heel of his palm on her arousal and rubbed vigorously, sending Mikasa's hips up with trembling legs as she breathed a moan. He quickly pulled the soaked article of clothing down her legs and slipped his arms under her thighs to bring her closer.

Eren let out a low, animalistic, guttural groan as he used his fingers to gently pry her apart and went in for the kill, licking, nipping, and french kissing the dripping arousal before him. Whatever cold, dark feelings they had before this moment have now melted away with the sounds of her breathy, inconsistent moans, mumblings of his name and his lips colliding with her skin to create that addictive smack. When she started to squirm, her voice increased in pitch with every moan and when she raised her hips, he immediately slammed them down into the bed with his arms, lapping at the wetness between her legs. "Oh, yes!" Inside she was on fire, shuddering from the pleasure of his tongue tickling her insides. Though there wasn't a plan on either side when he agreed to see her, sex certainly didn't come to mind when he'd showed up at her door. In fact, this is the last thing they expected to occur. But there are no regrets, not tonight, not in this bed. Not with all of these years of pent-up sexual tension to release. "Erenn...mmm...I need you inside of me..." With his tongue pressed flat against her pussy, he shook his head back and forth, and she clenched her thighs around his head, because he's taken her over the edge and dropped her into a sea of intense, radiating pleasure. She released him and he kissed up her warm, sweaty skin.

"Do you now?" He breathed in her ear as she fumbled with his belt, letting out an impatient sigh and knitting her eyebrows together. "Was it so good that you've forgotten how to unbuckle a belt?" Then, the most beautiful thing happened, she grinned and giggled and it was intoxicating. Eren licked his lips to clean off whatever is left from her and was immediately rewarded with the softest lips he's ever kissed, and they followed him as he sat up on his knees to unbuckle his belt. Her fingers lightly traced the ridges and lines of his abs, sending a shiver down his spine that made him want to move faster. Her fingers hooked inside his trousers as he unfastened the button and fly, giving them a tug that left them at his knees for him to kick off his legs, letting them drop quietly on the carpeted floor. Mikasa slowly brought her hand down to his boxers and slid it underneath, gently caressing his cock with her fingers as the other worked to remove that pesky barrier. Eren groaned into her mouth and tore off his boxers, wrapping an arm around her waist as he pulled her onto his lap. "Hey," his heart fluttered when she wrapped her arms around his neck and her body pressed up against him. "I love you too, you know, like that." She sat up and reached underneath to adjust his cock, slowly sinking back down with a soft moan, never once breaking their mutually lustful gaze until he leaned in and kissed her. He tasted the saltiness of her tears on his tongue and held her tighter, because she's still too far away from him, and he from her. They kiss like they need each other to breathe as she begins to stir her hips and moaning softly into his mouth, sliding her hands up into his hair as their lips glided together. She let out a muffled chuckle into their kiss when he flipped her on her back and started thrusting into her. He slowly pulled away and buried his face in her neck, groaning and grunting because she just feels so good.

There are no worries or pain, just the two of them finally giving in to temptation after all these years of fighting them off, relishing in the sounds of their sweet lovemaking. Moaning with every thrust, she arched herself into him and clawed at his back. "Oh, Eren, don't stop!" Suddenly, he picked up his pace and suckled on her neck, desperately trying not to cum as the walls of her pussy contracted around him. She came with a cry and smiled when their lips met, sighing happily into his mouth as they slowed their thrusts. But then he took off again, this time so fast she tore her lips away and saw stars - perfect depth, perfect angle. "Eren! Eren! Eren!" She whimpered, trembling beneath him as they came together and looked up into his eyes. And suddenly, everything made sense to him. He planted a kiss on her lips just to confirm that this wasn’t a dream, and he won’t wake up in his bed drenched with sweat. From the way she nibbled on his bottom lip, to the way she kissed his neck, or the way she looks up into his eyes, it didn’t matter, because he was fucking hooked. “God, I love you.” he whispered without thinking twice this time, gently dusting any hairs stuck on her skin away from her face. Once more, those beautiful eyes filled up with tears, except this time he knows they aren’t due to anything that transpired in the living room, but because she’s happy. Really, truly happy.

“I love you too. Wow,” She smiled and chuckled softly. “I never thought I’d get to say that to your face and it feels amazing.” Eren pulling out made them both shudder as he dropped down beside her on his back.

“Why do you forgive me so easily?”

“Because all I ever needed was for you to apologize. I knew you meant it.”

“Can’t you just, I don’t know, beat the shit out of me or something? I feel like you’re letting me off to easy.”

“No,” Mikasa giggled. “What good would that do, Eren? It already happened. Besides,” rolling onto her other side, she curled up into his body and nuzzled his neck. “All I wanted was for you to come back to me.”

“Trust me, baby,” He smiled, lightly rubbing her hip with his thumb. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Request #7

Well anon, thank you for your request! I honestly don’t know what happened but it’s all angst 😂😂 This fic just kinda got away from me and there’s basically no fluff at all lmao. It was fun writing it! I hope you enjoy it!!

Ubbe x Reader/ Male OC x Reader

Warnings: it’s all angst. Love triangle. Minimal fluff.

Word count: 1950

Ubbe and you have been very close. Ever since he saw you training with your elderly father and offered to train you, himself. He helped you see your potential and you became quite an amazing shieldmaiden. Training together every day, made you become best friends. You told each other everything. He was there for you when your father finally passed away. He sat up with you the entire first night and laid with you in bed, as you buried your face in his chest and cried for hours until you fell asleep. Ubbe was really the only person you had and he was always there when you needed him.

You couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable when he would talk about the women that he would see. You hid it well, he’s your best friend. He should be able to talk to you about this stuff. But still, you couldn’t help but feel a pit in your stomach as he talked about his conquests. These feelings made you question whether he was just your friend, to you. Are you disturbed when he talks about the women because you wanted to be in their place?

You didn’t want those feelings to ruin your friendship, so you started looking for a romantic companion in Kattegat as well. You met Leif, in the marketplace. He was so sweet and handsome. He was built like a god, but when he was not off raiding with the Ragnarrsons, he was just a simple baker. Leif packed some freshly baked bread and took you to a secluded waterfall in the woods. The both of you talked about anything and everything. He was a very interesting man and it was a very sweet date. Leif kissed you and you nearly melted at his touch. You almost forgot what it felt like to kiss, it’s been so long since you have had this kind of attention, you were loving it. When it got dark, he walked you home and kissed you, goodnight.

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[The Next Day]

“Y/N, I was sad to not see my best friend at my little feast, in the great hall, last night. Where were you?” Ubbe asked as he lunged at you with a sword, just barely missing your side.

You twisted away from the thrust of his sword and countered.

“I’m sorry I missed it. I always love watching you and your brothers get too drunk to hold a conversation. Last night, I was out on a date.” Your words caught Ubbe by surprise and you were able to trip him and pin him to the ground.

“Who did you go on a date with?” He questioned and raised his eyebrow. You got off of him and went to grab a drink.

“Leif” you replied and sipped your ale.

“The baker that raids with us?” He laughed.

“Why are you laughing? I really like him.” You added as you held out a full cup, offering it to Ubbe. To which he got up and accepted.

“I’m sorry, I guess I’m just a bit surprised. For some reason I just can’t imagine the two of you together.” He said and chugged his ale.

“You don’t have to imagine it, it’s happening and he wants to see me tonight.” You said in a snarky tone.

“Perfect, then why don’t you bring him to the gathering that Hvitserk is hosting. We are all gonna get drunk around campfires on the beach, it’ll be fun.” You were skeptical but agreed.

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[that night]

You were getting ready as you heard a knock on your door.

“Come in!” You yelled from your room.

“Y/N? Where are you?” Leif asked as you walked into the room.

“Wow, you look beautiful.” He said, admiring your tight pants and nice blouse with leather details that showed off some of your cleavage. Leif pulled you in for a kiss and you told him what the two of you were going to do. He gladly escorted you to the beach and you were greeted by your good friend.

“Y/N! You made it!” Ubbe yelled just as he stumbled over a drunk man that was already passed out.

“Are we a little late? Seems like most of you are completely drunk already.” You laughed as you pointed to the drunk man on the ground.

“Oh don’t worry about him, he just challenged Hvitserk to a drink-off. Clearly you know who won.” Ubbe said, pointing to Hvitserk making out with a woman on the dock.

“I’m gonna go say hi to everyone, Leif are you okay here?” You asked and he kissed your hand and nodded.

After awhile of socializing with everyone at the party, you noticed that Ubbe and Leif were talking. The look on Leif’s face concerned you. You excused yourself from the conversation you were having with some of the women from the marketplace. As you walked over, they both fell silent and Ubbe smiled as you approached them.

“I hope I’m not interrupting anything.” You smiled at them as Leif handed you a fresh drink.

“Not at all, we were just talking about future raids. If you’ll excuse me, I’m gonna go check on my brothers.” Ubbe said and walked away.

“Okay what were you really talking about?” You asked Leif and he smirked.

“Seems like Ubbe has a crush on you, I don’t blame him.” He said as he brushed a stray hair from your face.

“What makes you say that, Leif?” You asked as your heart pounded.

“Well, he was trying very hard to convince me to no longer see you. He offered me gold and silver as a reward.” Leif laughed and downed the rest of his drink.

“Are you kidding me?! I’ll kill him. How could he do that to me? As soon as he sees that I really like someone, he wants to keep them away. I’m sorry Leif, I gotta go talk to him.” You kissed Leif very passionately.

“Okay, just know, that I like you very much too. He could offer me my weight in silver and gold and I’d choose you.” You smiled at his words and he kissed your cheek.

You turned and spotted Ubbe talking to a woman. You grabbed someone’s shield from the ground and threw it with all your might at him. It hit his arm and shoulder and his face filled with anger.

“What the fuck was that, Y/N?!” He yelled at you and everyone around you silenced themselves to watch you two.

“How could you try to bribe Leif to leave me?” You yelled back at him looking for another object to throw at Ubbe.

“It’s not what you think” he said as he slowly approached you.

“Oh, okay then explain to me why the second I tell you I like him, you make me bring him here for you to try to convince to never see me again?” You grabbed a drink from the closest person and threw the tin cup at his head, hitting him spot on.

“Fuck, Y/N STOP!” He closed the gap between you and gripped your clenched fists in his hands.

“Let go of me!” You fought back, struggling to free yourself from his grip.

Leif angrily approached the two of you, ready to fight Ubbe.

“Leif, no. He won’t hurt me.” You told him and he threw his hands up and backed off.

Ubbe let go of you and turned around gathering his thoughts.

“Why Ubbe? You’re my best friend, why don’t you want me to be happy?” Your eyes teared up. Ubbe turned himself around and looked at your face. seeing tears trailing down your cheeks, made his face soften.

“It’s not that I don’t want you to be happy, Y/N. I just I can’t handle seeing you with anyone else. I want you to be happy. I want you to be happy with me.” Ubbe looked up as he heard Leif scoff.

“Oh fuck off, you’ve been with her for two days, I’ve been by her side for 3 years. Imagine how I feel.” Ubbe spat at Leif. Then waved for a slave girl to fill his drink.

You were speechless, and all of the eyes on you were not helping. You finally found your words.

“I-I don’t understand, Ubbe.” You said, wiping your tears.

“What isn’t there to understand, Y/N? You’re absolutely gorgeous, you’re kind, caring, smart, your attitude drives me nuts in a very good way, you’re an extraordinary shieldmaiden, and you’re always there for me. All of That is why I fell in love with you.” His voice was shaky when he said those last words.

You couldn’t believe it. You had feelings for him and just as you got over it and really connected with someone else, he pulls this. It still didn’t make sense to you. He never showed any type of affection. He never showed that he liked you more than a friend.

“What? So your slave girls and nightly concubines aren’t enough for you, anymore?” You crossed your arms and all the attention was now on Ubbe.

“Y/N, that’s just sex, it means nothing to me. But you, You mean everything to me. Just think about it, we’re great together, we already know that. Please Y/N, be Mine.” His words made you cry again.

Ubbe Lothbrok is begging you to be with him, in front of basically everyone in Kattegat. You couldn’t believe it, somehow this was happening. You looked over a Leif who was just staring at you, there for you if you needed him. You looked back at Ubbe and felt a pain in your chest. You didn’t know what to say or what to do.

“Y/N?” Ubbe snapped you out of your thoughts.

“I-I have to go. I can’t deal with this right now, it’s too much, Ubbe. I’m going home.” You said and turned around, beginning to walk.

“Let me walk you home, at least?” He asked you.

“No, Leif is perfectly capable of escorting me home.” You said and Leif shot up, walking beside you as you left everyone behind you and walked home. The both of you could hear Ubbe yelling in frustration.

“Well…. that was interesting.” Leif finally spoke, breaking the silence. You laughed and cleared your face of tears.

“I would’ve never brought you there if I would’ve known…” you said almost ashamed.

“Y/N, it’s not your fault. And to be completely honest, I don’t know what I would’ve done if I was in that situation. I know we’ve only been keeping each other company for a couple days, but I do like you. I’ve had a crush on you for a long time, actually. The second you walk in the marketplace, I just light up.” He chuckled to himself and stopped walking, Turning you towards him.

“You have a difficult decision to make, but no matter what feelings I have for you, I will respect your decision.” He said, kissing your forehead.

“I’m not even sure what to do, I’m so confused. I need some sleep.” You sniffled.

The both of you continued walking to your house, he walked you to your door and kissed your hand, once more.

“Goodnight, dear Y/N.” He spoke softly.

“Goodnight, Leif.” You smiled and closed the door behind you.

You threw yourself in bed and could no longer control your tears. All you could think of is Ubbe begging for you and Leif being right there, supporting you through a very awkward situation. If you choose Ubbe, you would lose your connection with Leif. If you choose Leif, you’ll lose your best friend. You can’t lose Ubbe.

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The Devil’s Trill | 12

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Musician AU/Fluff

Summary: Min Yoongi is a harsh music critic and judge known for his brutally honest input. When it comes your time to face his judgement, things go down different than you expected. The judge may end up becoming more than just a person to be feared to you.

Chapters: Introduction 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 Epilogue

You closed your eyes as your heart rate increased. You could hear your heart beating in your ears as the names before yours were being announced. Counting down the numbers as they got closer, and closer, to the place you were hoping to get. Your hands began to tingle in anticipation when they reached tenth place. One more butterfly was added to your stomach with each name that was announced.

"Ladies and gentlemen, you're top three musicians of the national competition."

The voice over the intercom announced before pausing for a moment. You opened your eyes as you looked at who was left, the three of you moved to center stage as the other musicians in lower places took a step back so that the three of you; Austin, Stacy, and Yourself, could be set forward against the rest.

"May the best win." Austin said to you as he stood between you and Stacy. How ironic was this, three childhood rivals standing side by side still with the same goal; to beat Stacy. You nodded back with a smile, not being able to speak because of your overwhelming nerves. You looked into the crowd and met Yoongi's eyes. You looked at each other with blank expressions, you could tell that both of you were just as nervous as the other.

You looked away as the announcer spoke again.

"3rd place, Austin Terris"

 "2nd  place  , _(  y  /  n  )_"

"1st place, Stacy Thomas"

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"What?" You asked to yourself, your heat dropping into the pit of your stomach, and the tingling sensation in your hands immediately stopped. The audience went oddly still for a small moment, almost in disapproval or disbelief. You looked up to see Stacy and Austin taking their places. You followed slowly, mindlessly taking your second place spot next to Stacy, again.

You refused to look at Yoongi as the head judge gave you your silver medal, and a check for $1,000, doing your best to smile at them. You watched Stacy from the corner of your eye. Seeing her take her bouquet of flowers with a blank face. As if this meant nothing to her. It was as if she just wanted to compete because she knew she would be the best. It made you sick. Knowing she came here because she knew she would win and take a title she didn't even want. You wanted to turn and sock one to her. Knock those pretty little flowers out of her hands, but you knew you couldn't.

All of the contestants took their bows and began to make their way off stage, running to their pianists and families if they came. All but you. You didn't want to face Yoongi yet. You couldn't.

You speed the opposite direction of all the musicians you knew it was impolite to just ignore everyone you competed against, normally you would shake each other's hands and congratulate them for even just making it this far, but you weren't thinking about that now. You just wanted out. The air around you was getting thick. You speed off stage and right out the front doors of the theater. Not looking at anyone you passed or stopping for anything.

You felt the first hot tear you had been fighting roll down your cheek as you sped to Yoongi's car. Once you reached it, you sat on the hood, putting your face in your hands to hide yourself. You couldn't believe what just happened, it wouldn't even process through your mind that the nightmare of a scenario that had been haunting you had just became a reality. You wanted to give up music entirely you were so distraught with yourself.

You continued to sob quietly to yourself, taking the pins and ties that were keeping your hair out of your face out and gently brushing your hair with your fingers. Hiding behind it, using it as your shield. Everything Yoongi had said to you the previous few nights about how you deserved the win and how you were his winner repeated in your mind. You thought it would be a way to comfort you but it only ended up making everything worse. It reminded you of how you wanted to win this for him, but you had failed at that.

You didn't know it of course, but inside, while everyone was giving Stacy their attention and congratulating her, Yoongi was frantically walking up and down every hall of the building with your violin over his shoulder looking for you. He checked the greenroom, balcony, corners of the stage, even asked Austin if he knew where you went. It really scared him that he couldn't find you. He just wanted to find you and tell you that everything was okay and that you could go home now, he wanted to know if you were okay. Most of all, he wanted to tell you that he wasn't your teacher anymore, but something else.

You took a breath, one as deep as you could with such a shallow supply of air in your lungs. You looked up at the stars before running your fingers through your hair to brush it out of your face, calming yourself down. You knew that Yoongi would find you soon and you wanted to regain yourself before that happened.

The crowd of people leaving the building had died down at this point. The majority of the audience members had no reason to stay any longer, so they were all gone now, and a few extra groups of people would leave here and there. But when you watched a lone person walk of the building, you knew it was him, even if he was too far to see clearly and he just looked like a shadow. You looked down again, seeing him rush towards you brought the emotions back, and you tried to keep it down but more silent tears fell.

You kept looking down at your feet, even when you knew Yoongi was standing in front of you because you could hear his heavy breath above you, he was a bit winded from walking so fast.

He stood in front of you for a moment, heart broken at the sight before him. He wanted to hold you and tell you that the judges were dead to him, the way he said they would be if you didn't win. He wanted to assure you that she was just a favorite, but he couldn't. He couldn't because he himself was a judge, and he had seen Stacy's performance as well as yours. Stacy had been better than you, and he knew that. He couldn't tell you that you deserved to win because he knew that you didn't. And that was the worst part about this.

"_(y/n)_." He stated, you glanced up with your eyes but continued to face down. "Look at me." No response from you. "Please, just stop crying." He tried. He put your violin case down next to you and sat beside it, joining you on the hood of the car.

"I thought we had it." You mumbled, it was barely audible. "I thought we could win. I knew we could win. We could have, couldn't we?" You looked up at him. "We could have won, huh? But I blew it." "Don't say that." "Then tell me I'm wrong." You raised your voice a few levels. Closing your eyes to let anymore tears fall before wiping them clean when he just looked away in response.

"Listen, it's not that big of a deal. I know it sucks, but this'll be over soon. Just look at what you got up to this point. You placed first in every over competition, and you've learned so much...you got me." "That's why I wanted to win so bad Yoongi. You gave up social time for me, and your free time. You worked me to the bone and as much as it pissed me off sometimes, I've learned so much from it. You kept your promises to me, and you believed in me. When I didn't think I could do something, you did, and you got me there. You did so much and I did nothing in return. I wanted to win this for you. I wanted you to know that you didn't put all this work in to me for nothing. But I couldn't even do that for you. After everything you've done I've still done nothing in return."

"You don't have to do anything. You've done enough. I wouldn't have made so much time for you if I didn't want to see you. Getting closer to you is all I could ask for, it's all I wanted. And I got that. You don't have to return any favors because, I'm not your teacher anymore. Remember? The competition is over."

You locked eyes silently for a moment before looking away, processing what he had just told you and how it affected you. He wasn't your teacher now, he was your boyfriend.

Yoongi reached up and tucked the curtain of hair you were hiding under behind your ear. You chuckled once and looked at him for a moment. He scooted a bit closer and used his thumb to gently wipe away the moisture under your eyes from your still-wet tears. He took his hand away and smiled. "C'mon. Let's hit the road. It's gonna be a long drive." He suggested while sliding off the hood of the car, you followed, grabbing your violin and putting it in the back seat before sitting on the passenger side again.

Yoongi drove away from the venue in silence as the ambient noise of the radio filled the air. Both of you were really tired so you didn't have much conversation to make, but you didn't want to fall asleep on him, so you started up a conversation from the first thing that came into your mind. "What now?" You asked, looking at him and turning off the radio. "What do you mean?" "Well this is over with. Where do we go from here?" "I thought we talked about this already, I'm not your teacher anymore." "I know but I mean, do we just..." You drifted off from your thoughts, not knowing how to put them into words. You wanted to ask if you would see him almost everyday like you use to. If you would continue to play together and what the plans were for the relationship and such but you didn't know how to get the words out.

"You want to talk about our relationship. That's what you're trying to say?" "Yeah. I'm not good at this kind of stuff," you giggled. "I've never really been in a serious relationship. My violin has been my only love." He chuckled quietly at that comment, he knew how true it was. "Honestly I just want you to be comfortable around me. I don't want you to ever feel like you have to keep something from me." You nodded in agreement, going silent for a small second before asking another question. "Are you into the physical stuff?" "Only if you want me to be." Yoongi said with a glance towards you. You smiled in response. Not saying if you wanted that or not. "Have you ever dated someone before?" He shrugged. "Nothing serious. You're different, though." You felt butterflies when he said that, you couldn't help it. "I don't really know what I want because I don't really have experience but, I guess I would want respect. I mean I of course respect you because of like, authority—" "It's not like that any more," "I know but, I want...consideration. That's the word. I want you to take into account what I have to say and don't judge me for it." "Both of our wants go hand in hand." "Then I think we have a good thing going for us." You mused, hoping with all your heart that you were right about that.

"I'm excited for this." You admitted quietly. Yoongi held his hand out to you, implying that he wanted to hold your hand which you gave to him. Resting your intertwined hands on the console between the two seats. "I am too." He whispered back, looking at you for a second and meeting your eyes before focusing back on the road. It would be a long, dark way home but as long as you were spending it with him, it could be forever long and you wouldn't care, it would be worth it. ______

"Oh my gosh it's about time!" You heard as soon as you opened the door to your dorm. It was almost one in the morning, you were still in your show blacks, you and Yoongi had just gone straight home from the competition.  "I wasn't gonna sleep until you came back! Let me see it!" Lucy greeted, running up to you. You smiled and held out the silver medal around your neck for her to see. She still looked proud and happy for you, but you could see a bit of disappointment and confusion form in her eyes. "Silver?" She asked, looking up at you. "Silver." You confirmed, a bit of your defeat showed on your face. "What happened?" "It just wasn't my best performance. I lost to my childhood rival, actually." You looked down and shrugged as Lucy let the medal fall back onto your chest. "Funny how things play out like that."

"You at least enjoyed yourself, right? Was it worth all the work?" "Oh yeah." You confirmed with a smile before walking past her and putting your violin down. "...Anything I should know about?" She pushed, always wanting to know every detail. "Eh," you shrugged, smiling radiantly to yourself. But it was a smile that didn't go unnoticed. "C'mon something happened."

You didn't respond, just turned and walking past her into your room, she followed you as you put your medal down on your crowded night stand. Your undying smile and the way you wouldn't speak was making her suspicious. She had a feeling that she knew what was going on. "Oh my god, oh my god! Tell me!" She yelled, clearly impatient. You turned to face her as she stood behind you.

"Yoongi and I got together." "I knew it!!" She yelled again "Shhh, people are trying to sleep." You tried to calm her down, in fear of waking up your neighbors (which you had done before). "How did it all happen?" "I'll tell you tomorrow. It's a long story and it's late."

Lucy sucked in her cheeks in disappointment. "Fine. But only because I know how tired you are." "Exactly." "Good night." She said in a playfully harsh tone before laying in her bed.

You kicked off your short heels and changed out of your performance attire, quickly turning off the lights and slipping into your bed as soon as you could. You were practically asleep as soon as your head hit the pillow, but before you completely dozed off, the man in your life crossed your mind. You thought about how he was probably doing the exact same as you right now, thinking about you as he fell asleep. And that put a smile to your lips, one that lasted as you fell into a deep sleep.

Colourless [ pt.3 ]

who?: Wanna One's Park Woojin genre: 🌸🌺 type: scenario, short series word count: 1364, short and sweet again :")

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• soulmate! AU

• you live in a colourless world and you will until you meet your soulmate, they're supposed to brighten up your life

• one day, you can finally see in colour but....he can't

the answers you guys have been waiting for have partially arrived

everyone blew up at me for part two and I hope you guys spam my ask box later as well ;) all will be revealed maybe some things sooner some things you already know

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The ceiling of your dorm room was painted white, a cold colour. Bleak, representing the icy winter.

It also represented your stone cold heart, a thin layer of ice frosting over. Numbness filled your being, the exact opposite of the expected. You should be rejoicing, over the moon, yet you were here, awaiting sure doom.

You lay on your bed, eyes to the sky, even the comfortable sheets felt foreign as the scene replayed inside of your head like a broken film tape, repeating and repeating, no end in sight.

Your discovery, Woojin's shock, all in all, it felt like a mock. Something was tricking you, mimicking the sight of colours. It could not be true but the sky was still blue.

Why does such a pleasant colour describe dull emotions? Why am I feeling the negativity of such a cheerful colour?

"No, don't do this to me. Stop playing games with me!" Woojin had spat, wrenching his arm out of your grip. You had stood there in distress, stammering out his name as he stormed down the hall.

"Woojin! Wait! I-" Your calls had been useless, they fell on deaf ears. It seemed the further he strayed, the deeper he pushed the thorns into your chest. Every step he took to increase the distance between the both of you was like stamping on nails, forcing them into your heart.

He was your soulmate.

'Soulmates' was a sensitive subject for him, that you knew, but he had to believe what was true.

Nothing had made sense.

to you, at least.

You closed your eyes and opened them again.

The colours still remained. And so did the memories.

You were not sure which one was worse to carry with you. The downpour of your pent-up emotions rained an ocean for you to drown in.

Elkie pressed her lips together, her hand clutched the handle of her mug so tightly you feared the enamel would break. She raked a hand through her matted hair - the situation was taking a toll on your roommates too. They were doing the best they could to support you.

Honestly, you felt unrealistic, hoping against hope. You wanted to quit and leave it be but they pushed you to find an answer, to get some sort of understanding.

Jiwoo sighed and cancelled a sentence in her notebook, grabbing her mug of coffee and downing it in one gulp.

The guilt was unexplainable, you and your complicated relationship was the reason for their current state

Three sat in silence in the common room, the atmosphere blank, holding no particular feel.

Or maybe there were too many feelings crowded into such a tiny place, one unable to be singled out.

A pin could drop and its clatter would still be heard.

Your week had been a mishmash of trouble and complications, the weekend was your escape. Now, you could pretend to live in fantasy, but fairytales all come to an end.

You had to face Woojin someday.

"You know...I think I may understand some of it now," Jiwoo said in a hushed tone, flipping through a couple pages of her notebook. "Remember Naomi?"

Of course, the ex-girlfriend who ran off without a proper explanation.

You gritted your teeth at the mere thought of her. At the thought of them.

Elkie nodded and gestured for Jiwoo to continue explaining. Her hand reached to clasp your shaking one, smiling encouragingly at you. You managed to shoot a half-hearted one back.

"They dated for a long time, causing Woojin to trick himself into believing she was his soulmate. Naomi wouldn't know better because she never experienced the universe without one, how ironic," Jiwoo muttered, putting two and two together. She was smart, she had to know it all.

"What if...Woojin really believed they were destined?"

The image of Naomi and Woojin filled your mind. You hated it yet, you could not banish it. She had someone that was always out of your grasp. Even now when she was gone, it felt like she had already won.

"No way, he couldn't see colours then. He would never," Elkie commented, shaking her head.

"No, as in, physically, genetically, it would not add up but emotionally, it would have. For him, anyway," Jiwoo paused, taking a brief glance at your visibly paling face.

"All I'm saying is Woojin cannot see colours even when you can because, well, he doesn't think that way, it's an unconscious thought...."

A gasp fell from Elkie's lips when she realised what Jiwoo meant. A hand clamped over her mouth.

Jiwoo sighed and her face fell. She hated it, you knew she hated being such a genius at times like these.

"Naomi still owns Woojin's heart. He never got over her, and it doesn't seem like he ever will."

You did not look back - even when your coffee mug smashed on the floor - as you shoved open the common room door, bolting out of your dormitory block before your friends could stop you.

Too much.

Everything was just too much.

Hot tears that you had fought so hard to keep at bay rolled down your cheeks though they were dashed away by the Autumn winds that swished by and stung your face.

Your legs betrayed you and your form sank to the floor.

Why? Out of everyone, did it have to be me? Everything was fine before he walked into my life.

You bit your lips, numb from the cold and your lack of a coat.

Sure, I was curious and wanted to know my soulmate. How stupid! Curiosity does kill the cat after all.

Still, tears fell onto the - fortunately empty - sidewalk. It was bare, just like your mind. Your thoughts cleared like the grey clouds but no sunshine appeared, unlike in the sky.

"Y/N?"

At the sound of that voice, your tears seemed to evaporate, the dreaded churning of your stomach began. There was no need for a once-over for you to know who the person was.

You wish you needed to.

His steps drew closer to you, it seemed like he had something to say.

Long ago, you would have wanted that to happen. For him to talk to you, to work things out.

However, that was then, this was now.

Too much had happened in one hour, too much to comprehend.

He was like the Autumn before the winter, warm and welcoming before morphing into cold and frightening.

The more steps he took closer, the more you felt yourself shrink back. The silencing gnawed at you.

Not today.

It seems like everything occurred today. Save some things for another time.

This was not the last time you would encounter him or anything related to his existence.

Without a word or a single glance, you shoved past your 'soulmate' and stormed back into the building where you needed to meet your fate.

You awoke to the gentle drumming of rain, the telltale pit-pats of droplets of water slipping down your dormitory room window. Of course, the glum weather reflected your mood.

Existing felt meaningless.

What good am I to Woojin? He doesn’t even see value in our bond.

You sat up in your bed, still tucked in by the thick duvet - without it, your figure would be shivering but it did nothing to warm your heart.

Somehow, the drizzle seemed comforting, like you were not the only one grieving. Maybe the blue sky transformed just to mourn with you.

For every drop of rain that fell to the ground, your heart sank a metre deeper. Yesterday, your hopes and dreams were dashed but perhaps today, the rain was here to wash all those away.

Rain could mean sorrow, it could bring some sadness. Yet, it also called for change, a time to start afresh.

You yawned and stretched, thoughts still far-fetched. Campus grounds were filled with mist in the mornings, much like your mind. There were a ton of things yet to be figured out.

Maybe it rained today, to clear the fog. Maybe it rained today, to lift your spirit. Lift the haze, clear up the confusions.

Maybe today was the day you would work things out. 

nude wars | pt.1 (m)

» pairings: yoongi x reader x jungkook

» genre: smut, touches of fluff / frat!yoonkook

» word count: 4,458

» description: Okay sure, maybe having a threesome with two best friends from the same frat wasn’t the smartest thing you’d ever done. But hey, when the result was them vying for your attention in the form of scandalous snaps, breathy audio messages, and unspeakable texts, well then the decision definitely wasn’t that bad — Or alternatively, your phone getting caught in the middle of Yoongi and Jungkook constantly trying to one-up each other in a war of sexting (and just maybe romantics).

Nine texts, four missed calls, several snaps, one voice mail — who the fuck leaves voicemails?

The notifications flashed across the home screen of your phone after your blurry and sleep-deprived eyes managed to locate the button to stop your shrieking alarm that was set for six-thirty in the goddamn morning. The early wake-up time due to the fact that it was your turn to trudge through the morning shift at the café you worked at — now that was what you called a simple cause and effect. You have the morning shift, so you set your alarm earlier than usual. It was simple, however as your thumb rested against the screen of your phone, the previously mentioned notifications continuing to stare back at you with urging enticement, you once again wondered how this particular cause and effect had come to fruition.

Your teeth caught hold of your bottom lip, bearing down on the tender flesh as your heart began to rapidly beat against your chest. Ragged sighs invaded your lungs as you pressed your thumb against the home button of the device. It unlocked, revealing what you of course already knew would be there. The small red dots that indicated how many missed alerts you had received throughout the night. It was with a deep breath that you pressed down on the first icon to rid yourself of the notification that held the least weight.

Your call log immediately appeared, and of course their names appeared along the screen in red. It was who you expected of course, which was the reasoning behind your excited fidgeting as anticipation dug its claws into the pit of your stomach. The log went as followed:

Missed Call: Yoongi [3:21 AM]

Missed Call: Jungkook [3:27 AM]

Missed Call: Jungkook [3:31 AM]

Missed Call: Yoongi [4:18 AM]

One set of notifications down, you thought to yourself. The missed calls were now wiped out… But there was still the matter of the pesky voicemail. Who had sent it? Jungkook? Yoongi? You thought it best to leave the voicemail for last — the things they said with those voices of theirs always managing to pull at your sanity.

Once you exited out of your calls, you hesitated. You could either go for the text messages or the snaps next. Both had potential to be equally as devilish. You had not known until recently that words could be just as wicked as pictures. However, it was because of these said past encounters that you knew the potential of the glowing yellow app that sat with two awaiting alerts, and so you went for the texts.

It was Yoongi who appeared at the top of the feed of messages.

You stared at it for a moment or so to collect your composure (a composure that would surely be shattered in the coming seconds), before quickly tapping against the rectangular box; six of the nine texts now laid before you.

Yoongi:

[4:01 AM] you ditched me at the party babe

[4:02 AM] surprised you could walk well enough to sneak outta my room so quickly while I was in the bathroom though

[4:02 AM] you know considering how hard you came around my cock tonight

[4:02 AM] but that’s okay bc you left something

[4:04 AM] check your snap

[4:04 AM] sweet dreams

You pulled a slight hiss past your teeth, the words sending a heavy simmer of warmth beneath your skin. Of course you knew exactly what he was referring to, considering you had purposefully left him the previously mentioned token of gratitude before slipping out of his bed earlier last night. You did that knowing it would without a doubt lead to a moment such as this one — and you couldn’t wait to see what Yoongi had done with the opportunity. Suddenly you wanted to finish so that you could see what he’d sent you. Quickly you left Yoongi’s messages, and you didn’t waste any time clicking on Jungkook’s.

However, in true Jeon Jungkook fashion, he managed to halt your hastiness with three simple texts.

Jungkook:

[3:49 AM] you were really naughty tonight you know that?

[3:49 AM] sucking my dick like that and then running off to fuck yoongi

[3:50 AM] bet he tasted my cum on your tongue. didn’t he?

An audible sigh slipped past your lips because for some reason you found such burning pleasure in the thought that Jungkook had just described. Your lower stomach flooded with arousal as you remembered the way your lips had wrapped around Jungkook’s pulsing member, the flash of his seed spilling down your throat before you made your way upstairs to Yoongi’s bedroom only minutes later. You practically jumped on his cock the second you opened the door, mouths messily pressing together — and just as Jungkook had proposed, the younger’s cum had without a doubt been tasted by his elder friend.

But it wasn’t as if Yoongi hadn’t been aware of the fact that you’d just been with Jungkook. His feline-eyes caught your own as he watched Jungkook pull you through the crowd of messy bodies to the downstairs bathroom. It was the upward twitch of his lips into a smirk as he motioned his head to the ceiling towards his room upstairs that prompted you to find him after you were finished with Jungkook. Your thighs began to rub together beneath your blanket as you got lost in last night’s memories of the two men. Staring up at Jungkook through teary eyes as he fucked into your throat seamlessly drifted to Yoongi pounding you into his mattress.

However it was then that you let your eyes wander to the top of your phone screen and you realized that you needed to hurry this up so you could get dressed for work. You quickly exited out of your texts, and with only one single moment of hesitance you clicked down on your app for snapchat. Purple squares sat next to both Yoongi and Jungkook’s names, indicating that they weren’t just pictures — but videos… You might be just a tiny bit late for work this morning.

You decided to watch Jungkook’s first since it was the most recently sent. Your fingers were almost shaking in excitement as your thumb tapped against the screen. Suddenly the raven haired boy appeared in front of you. He was laying on his bed (you could tell because of the iron man sheets), with the camera framed from his chest up, and he was shirtless — of course he was. His hair was messy and tousled as he stared up into the lens, his appearance alone making your toes curl into your comforter.

“The party was so lame after you left,” He yawned, a lazy grin plastered to his lips as his low and gravelly voice sent a jolt straight to your center. “You know you could’ve spent the night, right? Instead of going all the way home. But I guess you ran off to Yoongi before I could offer,” He pouted, and it made you chuckle as the first video cut and the second one started. “But I guess I should go to bed,” He sighed, but then almost instantly his mouth was curved into a smirk. “Hopefully I dream of those pretty fucking lips of yours sucking my dick down again… Speaking of which—” The video cut, jumping to the final part of his late night message to you which pulled a gasp from your throat.

It was a picture angled from above, the snapshot catching him from the neck down. Your teeth clamped onto your bottom lip, your eyes drinking it the way his hand was wrapped around his hardened length. It was so red and needy looking, his thumb stroking across the tip as he showed off the vein lining the underside. His stomach muscles were bulging, letting you know that he had probably stroked himself close to his orgasm before sending you this.

Your mouth started to water staring at the racy picture — regardless of having seen the sight dozens of times due to the fact that these sort of morning wake-ups had become common place since meeting Jungkook and Yoongi almost two months ago at some random party that their frat had thrown. But even after all that passed time, the sight of his veiny, throbbing length still sent a shiver of desire through your body; the desire to sate him.  

And that was simply because no one had better reactions than Jeon Jungkook.

It was so incredibly entertaining to watch him transform from confident playboy to a writhing, whimpering, whining mess beneath your ministrations. Your mind thought back to just a few hours ago when you’d had his back pinned to the bathroom door as you swallowed him down, his high-pitched moaning bouncing off of the walls as his mouth fell slack after a few simple flicks of your tongue. His thighs shook as he begged you to let him cum, and there was simply no way to resist him when he sounded that desperate beneath you.

Eventually the picture disappeared off of the screen, much to your disappointment. It was a rule between the three of you that you wouldn’t screenshot compromising things such as straight up nudes, because honestly you sent pictures and videos often enough that they weren’t needed.

But now that Jungkook’s snap was gone, you were once again faced with the tempting purple square of a video dancing next to Yoongi’s name beneath your fingertip. You could already feel wetness accumulating between your legs as you readied yourself to press down, and you could only imagine how much worse it would get after this. You inhaled deeply as you tapped at the screen — which turned out to be a huge mistake because you instantly choked as soon as the video began to play.

It was your ‘forgotten’ item poised between his teeth — or in other words, it was Min motherfucking Yoongi looking at you through a camera with his icy gaze and smirked lips, your panties hanging from his mouth.

“That fucker,” You muttered, bringing the phone closer to your face, but that part of the video ended almost as quickly as it had started. And you would’ve been totally disappointed… If not for the fact that the next clip that played was Yoongi with your underwear wrapped in his hand as he used it to stroke up and down his throbbing cock.

You gasped, bringing your hand over your mouth as you watched him pleasure himself with your goddamn underwear. It felt like the ability to breathe stalled in your throat for the ten seconds that the video went on. You could hear the tiny grunts falling from Yoongi’s mouth as he worked himself over, his hips already starting to buck into his grip.

“Oh my fucking…” You trailed off, your brows furrowing together as you studied his movements, and of course the first thing your eyes landed on (besides his painfully hard erection) was his hands.

Min Yoongi’s hands were the single most enticing entity that you’d ever had the pleasure of encountering. Various forms of your meetings included things such as having them entangled in your hair, gripping at your ass, or even wrapped around your neck as he fucked into you.

In that moment you could see the prominent vein that ran beneath the top of his hand. It taunted you as he bucked into his clenched fist. The material of your underwear spilled past the gaps in his fingers as he tensed his grip. The needy growls were building in the back of his throat, the movements becoming sloppier as you watched him approach the edge of his high. Clearly Yoongi had waited until he’d been right on the edge to send this because before you could even process the telling grunt that bit past his lips, the first sudden spurt of his seed released. You couldn’t help but outwardly moan at the sight of his cum spilling down the skin of his hands as it mingled with the lacy material of your panties.

However, all good things must come to an end, and that was only proven when the sight of his still leaking member disappeared from the screen. What appeared after that was a picture of Yoongi simply holding your ruined underwear in the palm of his hand as he smirked into the camera. The banner across the photo read:

you should actually stay the night next time when you come to pick these up

You smiled as you tapped the photo away. Once the white screen appeared, you were finally given back the ability to think coherently. Heat had begun to build itself so high inside of your limbs, your thighs twitching together from the sticky beginnings of arousal. You didn’t have time to finish yourself off considering you hadn’t given yourself the couple of minutes necessary to have this mini sexting session, let alone given yourself the time to masturbate afterwards.

But at least the decision was easy this time around.

You quickly tapped at your messages once more, clicking on the group chat that consisted of you, Yoongi, and Jungkook. Your fingers quickly typed the answer you knew the boys would be waiting for when they woke up, presumably several hours from now. The answer to who had won this morning’s little game being etched across the screen.

[6:51 AM] Good use of the present I left you Yoongi

You let out a tiny giggle, pressing the phone to your lips as you imagined the mayhem that would ensue in the texts when Yoongi and Jungkook eventually woke up. At first you had been against the insistence of the two men for you to tell them things such as ‘winners,’ or whose sext of the day you had enjoyed more. You didn’t wanted to offend either of them in your choices, and besides you thoroughly enjoyed everything they sent you, so you didn’t see the point in choosing… But it didn’t take you long to realize the fire that your choice lit beneath them.

Every time they engaged in this game, your choice only fueled them to think of bigger and better things that they could do and say to torture you when they weren’t within your immediate reach. Unfortunately this resulted in moments such as these, with you lying in bed alone, completely unsated and overwhelmingly horny — much too horny for this early in the morning.

You grumbled to yourself as you sat up, swinging your legs over the side of the bed to get ready for work. You made your way over to the dresser that held your uniform, sluggishly slipping each article of clothing on. Why the hell did you go out last night when you had to be up so early? You couldn’t help but chastise yourself as your body begged you to gain refuge within your sheets and blankets once again. But of course you remembered exactly why you had gone out last night against your better judgment, and the reason was simple — you were shamelessly addicted to Min Yoongi and Jeon Jungkook.

It had been almost two months since that first fateful encounter, the montage of memories flashing through your mind. A long night of banter and surprisingly intriguing conversations between two best friends slash frat brothers managed to turn lustful as the three of you slipped up to Yoongi’s room in a tangle of desperate and needy limbs during a party. It ended up being the greatest sexual experience of your entire life, the two men pushing you to your breaking point of pleasure until you were an overstimulated mess beneath them. You had of course expected it to be a simple one time occurrence, and it was because of this that you were highly surprised by their response of asking you to stay after you untangled yourself from their bodies to leave and go home that night.

“Where you going, beautiful?” Jungkook had asked, sitting up from the bed with sweaty strands of raven hair pushed off of his forehead.

“I have a shift in a few hours. Unlike you trust-fund babies, I actually have to work to pay for college,” You responded, slipping your underwear on as you eyed the room for the rest of your clothes.

“Aw don’t be mean now, babe,” Yoongi purred from his laid-back position against the pillows, a lazy grin lining his lips.

“Actually Yoongi is the only trust-fund baby here. I’m a sports scholarship baby, football seven days a week.” Jungkook looked smug as he smirked up at you from the bed, his rippling muscles on full display as if to further prove his point.

How was it again that you managed to fall into bed with the school’s star quarterback, and the son of the founder to Min Inc.? Yeah, seriously how the fuck did that happen?

“Y/N, you can stay,” Yoongi said as you slipped your shorts up your legs.

“Yeah, seriously. We want you to stay,” Jungkook added, reaching his hand out to stroke your bare thigh.

You smiled, ruffling the younger boy’s hair as you bent down to retrieve your bra from the floor.

“Thanks for the offer but I live right next to my work, so it’ll just be easier when I wake up if it’s right there.”

It was highly convenient that you stayed just a ten minute walk away from your job at a local coffee shop. The distance allowing you to gain those precious thirty extra minutes of sleep that you always desperately needed.

“Fine,” Jungkook sighed, jutting his lip out in an amusing pout. “Can we have your number at least? Tonight was fun.”

At the time it wasn’t exactly something that you had to mull over. The sex was great, and you knew these guys were looking for something casual, so why not?

“Sure,” You said simply as you unlocked your phone and tossed it onto the bed between the two of them.

By the time you were fully dressed, managing to find every article of your clothing that had been scattered across the floors, Yoongi was handing the phone back to you.

“I texted myself, so I have yours,” He said as you took the device from his hand.

“Me too,” Jungkook added.

“Cool, just hit me up whenever. I’ll see you guys,” You said simply with a smile, and you were about to turn and leave but suddenly someone’s hand wrapped around your wrist.

“Wait, one more thing.” It was Jungkook’s voice, and by the time you turned to face him again, his lips were connecting with yours.

There was a slight gasp before you quickly melted into it. His hand cupped the side of your face, guiding you along in the kiss. Your tongue slipped past his mouth, circling with his in a brief entanglement that had Jungkook groaning against you — but it was again very brief, and that was because suddenly you were being steered away from the younger boy, and through half-lidded eyes you managed to make out Yoongi’s face before you were kissing him instead. His hands gripped at your waist, pulling you in as he did the same with his tongue. It snaked around yours, demanding your attention with timely strokes until he broke away with you bottom lip settled gently between his teeth.

“We’ll definitely take you up on that offer,” Yoongi whispered against your mouth before falling back into his original positon along the pillows with a satisfied grin. “Jungkook’s always busy with football practice though, so maybe next time it can be just us,” He smirked.

Jungkook narrowed his eyes in response. “But I’m always looking for a way to destress after practice. Maybe I can call you sometime?”

You couldn’t help but smile at the little game that the two boy’s had going on. Jungkook and Yoongi were the power couple of best friends. Everyone knew that, even people that had never actually met them, so you knew it was all in good fun.

“Definitely,” You replied simply to Jungkook’s question before continuing. “But I really gotta go. I’ll see you guys.”

“Bye,” You heard them both say as you made your way to the door, but as you were leaving you heard a small snippet of conversation that was so childish that it was amusing.

“You basically kissed me just now,” Jungkook said to Yoongi, and you could hear the playfulness in the younger’s voice.

“Yeah well if we’re going by that logic then I fucked you,” Yoongi replied with little emotion, and it made you snicker as you shut the bedroom door, effectively leaving the two friends behind.

That was two months ago.

And just as the boys said they would, they contacted you again… And again, and again, until eventually it somehow transformed into something that you would almost consider to be routine. You saw them every couple of days, and it wasn’t even sexual all of them time. They had essentially become friends to you… Friends that you just so happen to have a lot of sex with, sometimes together or apart.

It was strange, you never would’ve imagined that going upstairs with them that night could’ve caused all of this. But that again brought you back to your point from earlier, and that was simply, how exactly had this specific cause and effect come to be? Effect: Gaining two sort of friends with benefits, along with beginning a technological war of nudes and texts that your phone was now involved in. Cause: Going off with two sinfully good looking boys so that they could consume you in every way imaginable.

— But you definitely weren’t complaining about any of it.

Now it was just a common thing for events such as the ones that had occurred this morning to unfold. Waking up to a line of notifications that you knew would make your blood run hot. Whether it be from their words, pictures, videos, or voices, it all resulted in the same thing; you being unimaginably needy for the both of them.  

It was thoughts of those devilish notifications that suddenly made you remember something. Because of your rushing to get ready for work, it wasn’t until you were already out of the door and on your way to the coffee shop that you remembered the voicemail. You quickly pulled your phone out of your back pocket before clicking your way through until you were looking at your voicemails.

Min Yoongi.

You sort of expected that he was the one who had left it. After all you had ditched him without saying any sort of goodbye. It wasn’t that you did it maliciously, but you needed to get home and he was taking too long to come back from the bathroom, so you decided that you would talk to him later… And also maybe because you knew leaving your underwear for him to find would lead to a lot more fun than saying a simple goodbye.

Eventually you readied yourself to hear the voicemail, not entirely sure of the content that it would hold. But you were tired of waiting to find out, so you simply took a deep breath before tapping against the play button and bringing the phone to your ear.

“Hey,” He started, voice sounding gruff as if he were on the cusp of sleep. “So you ditched me tonight, but I don’t really know why I was surprised… And I don’t really know why I’m leaving this voicemail either because like who the fuck leaves voicemails anymore,” He chuckled nervously, making you smile. “But I guess I’m just calling because I didn’t get to say bye to you tonight, and you haven’t opened the snaps so you’re probably already sleeping. Maybe I can come by tomorrow after you’re off of work or something? So hopefully I’ll see you then. But yeah, next time… Maybe you could stay… or something… uhm yeah. Night, Y/N.”

Huh, that was certainly a juxtaposition to those deadly texts and snaps that he’d left for you.

Of course that didn’t change the fact that you were now smiling like an absolute idiot as you walked down the sidewalk, your thumb already coming down on the play button to replay the message, his sweetly apprehensive words once again filling your mind.

Over the past two months you had learned a few things. One of those being that the older half of your friends with benefits combo, Min Yoongi, was not very good with words — well at least when they didn’t pertain to anything sexual. Other than that he tended to keep to himself. He would talk and add to the conversation of course, but it was definitely less than someone like Jungkook. It was so amusing to see such a difference in Yoongi. One second he could be brazenly telling you how badly he wanted you to ride his dick, and the next he was a cute, hesitant mess as he muttered that he wanted to see you after you got off of work. But it didn’t bother you in the slightest, in fact you actually found it to be incredibly charming.

Jungkook’s charms were similar, but opposite in comparison to Yoongi’s. The younger was shameless in everything he said, sent, or typed, not a hint of hesitation within him. However, it was always amusing to watch the unabashed boy turn speechless beneath you when things turned sexual. Most of the time you let him keep the ability to murmur his enticing words against your skin, and that was simply because you found it difficult to resist his emboldened dirty talk… But sometimes it was a bit more fun to turn him into a whimpering mess, rendering his repertoire of sexually verbal discourse completely obsolete.

So alike, yet somehow so different they were. That was the amusing thought that continued to dance through your mind as you finally walked into work. The overwhelming scent of coffee already wafted through the air around you, a few of your co-workers giving you a quick wave as they readied everything.

You couldn’t help but think about how long of a day this was going to be. Your shift lasted well into the afternoon and you already wanted to run into the break room to sleep your exhaustion away. Why exactly had you gotten a job that required you to wake up at the crack of dawn again? Oh yeah, it was called tuition, rent, and food. However, even as you reluctantly made your way to the back of the shop, you couldn’t help the creeping memories of promised visits by two certain someone’s that made the idea of this horrendously long shift slightly more tolerable.  

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The story of Kai Waters (Part 4)

Word count: 3502

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   I walked over to Izzy and her friends. We all watched as Eric stormed towards Peter. "Can I help you?" Peter asked smugly. Eric pinned Peter against the wall. Eric was able to hold Peter to the wall with only one of his arms. Peter looked terrified. "Apparently, I didn't have to beat Peter. Eric's already doing that." I smiled. Eric finally let Peter go, after whispering something in his ear. Eric looked over at me, then he walked out of the pit. Soon after that we were instructed to head back to the dormitory. We did as told, not wanting to anger anyone else. Once I reached my bed I laid down. I did not change or nothing. I just passed out. Around 3 am Eric came in waking everyone up. "Be at the train in 5." He said and left. Everyone slowly got up and started getting dressed. Due to me already being dressed I was able to just leave. I was one of the first initiates to be at the train.    I saw the train making its way to us in the distant. Izzy, Dean, and Richard walked up and stood next to me. Although I thought I wasn't going to make any friends. Hell, I didn't even think I wanted to, but now that I did i'm happier. The train was getting closer by the second. We were all prepared to start running. Finally the train slowed slightly and reached us. We all started running. Four was the first one to get on, then followed by Eric. I ran and grabbed the handle and hauled myself up and into the train.

   People began filling up the train after that. Tris was the one of the last ones to have jumped on a little while after everyone else did. Not many people noticed, but Eric did. He made his way down to the end of the train where Tris was. I noticed he whispered something to her. Finally he nodded his head and walked away. There was a guy walking through the train handing people guns. I recieved mine. Paintball guns. "We'll be dividing into two teams to play capture the flag. Each team will have an even mix of members, Dauntless-born initiates, and transfers. One team will get off first and find a place to hide their flag. Then the second team will get off and do the same. This is Dauntless tradition, so I suggest you take it seriously."  Four explained.    "What do we get if we win?" Someone from the back shouts.    "Sounds like the kind of question someone not from Dauntless would ask. You get to win of course." Four Explains.    "Four and I will be your team captains." Eric says looking at Four. "Let's divide up transfers first, shall we?"    "You go first." Four said.    Eric shrugged, "Fine. Edward."    Four scans the crowd. "I want the stiff."    "Got something to prove?" Eric asked. "Or are you just picking the weak ones so if you lose, you'll have someone to blame it on?"    Four shrugged, "Something like that. Your turn."    Eric looked around for a second, "Kai." I walked over and stood by Eric. Someone from the back whistled. I felt my cheeks heat up. Eric didn't respond to it at all. They all continued to call out names. Peter was also on my team. Great. He didn't talk to me or even look at me at all. I slightly smiled to myself. Dean was also on my team, although Izzy and Richard were on Four's team.    Four's team got off first. Then a little bit later we all jumped off. We all sprinted towards some old buildings. We arrived and Eric handed me the flag. "Run and hide this at the top of this building." He said and pushed me towards the stairs. I turned and sprinted up like 8 stories. Finally at the top floor the room was round. Windows covering the walls, except that there wasn't any glass in them. I set the flag down in the middle of the room and looked out one of the windows.    I looked out on what looked like a waste land. Old carnival rides scattered around. The room was slightly lit by the moonlight. The orange glowing flag brought out the orange tips to my hair making it look like a gentle fire. I heard the door creak open. I didn't turn around knowing that there was no way they could have found us yet. I didn't hear footsteps though. I slowly turned around to see Eric in the doorway. He didn't walk any further. He just stared at me. "What are you doing?" He asked. "Sorry. I was just. I was..." I muttered not sure where my ability to speak went. He walked up next to me and looked out the window. "It's beautiful isn't it?" I asked. "Yeah. Is that all you've been staring at though? Nothing?" He asked but not necessarily mad though. "That. Also if you look out that way." I pointed slightly to my left. "You can see a faint green glow of the other teams flag."    "I like your observation skills." He smiled looking at me as I continued to look out the window. "Shouldn't we head out to get it?" I ask. "You know what? They can get it." He said turning to me. I faced him. He towered over me. We were only like 2 inches away from each other. He pushed a strand of my hair behind my ear. We just stared into each other's eyes. He bent down and pressed his lips to mine.    In books they say it feels like sparks flying, but in my case it was better. We didn't have sparks we had fire. His hand cupped the back of my head, as the kiss continued. He pushed me against a tall wooden crate that was behind me. Neither of us wanted to stop. It seemed to last forever, but in reality it was only seconds. We finally pulled apart as we heard footsteps heading towards the door. He stepped back. "Do not speak of this to anyone." He said with his signature smirk. I simply nodded.    Dean walked in soon after. He smiled at me and stood behind another crate at the other side of the room. Eric stood behind the one on the other side of the room and crouched. Ready. I copied his stance and did the same to the one I stood next to. Soon, the door opened and someone from the other team ran in. I was about to shoot him, but Eric was much quicker. He shot the guy in the back. After, that multiple ran in. I popped my head over the crate and shot one of them in the forehead. He stumbled back and into someone else. I ducked back down. I peeked around the crate and shot another one in the stomach. Eric and Dean were getting as many as they could walking in and I managed to get the ones they missed.    A few minutes later we heard cheering. I looked out the window and saw a group running back holding a green flag. Which means we won. We won! Dean was the first to run out the door, then followed by the ones who were on the other team. Only leaving Eric and I alone. I stood up and looked at Eric. He walked over to me and smashed his lips to mine again. I gasped being caught off guard. He smiled through the kiss, then let go. He smirked at me, then walked out. Leaving me alone.    It took me a minute, then I regained myself and walked out. I was basically running down the stairs. I ran down like 2 stories and I saw Eric ahead of me. I ran faster and passed him. I glanced back up at him and saw him smile and shake his head. Finally, I made it to the bottom floor. Izzy, Dean, and Richard ran up to me.    "Dude. I swear to god if you lie to me and say nothing happened up there with Eric I swear to god I'll fight you right here." Dean said walking up. "Shhhh. I'm not supposed to tell anybody. Later." I whispered the same time Eric walked in. Dean just gave me a weird look. Izzy patted my back. "Congratulations on winning!" she smiled. "Thank you." I said, but honestly I couldn't stop thinking about what happened up there.    We all walked back to the tracks and waited for the last train to arrive. Finally I saw the headlights growing in the distant. Finally when it got close enough we all started running. I grabbed the handle and hauled myself up. Izzy and them were talking about something, but my mind was elsewhere. Probably still up in the that building. I stood next to the door staring out at the moon. Watching the stars. I managed to block everything out for most of the ride back. All the way up until Richard nudged me, and whispered in my ear. "Don't look now, but someone's been watching you lately." A few seconds later I glanced up and saw Eric watching me from the other side of the train.    Why does everyone say he's the bad guy. I mean I've seen what he could do, but he's never been that excessively mean to me. I smiled to myself and continued looking at the night sky.    We finally made it back to the compound. I jumped out first, followed by Izzy, Dean and Richard. They were talking as we were walking in, I kept in my mind the whole time. Not really paying that much attention to what they were saying. "Kai. Earth to Kai!" Dean said shaking me out of my thoughts. "Are you going to tell us what happened back there during the game? Hoe, I told you not to lie to me. We will jump you right now." He said laughing. I shook my head and glanced behind us to see if anyone was following us. Oddly enough we were alone.    "We took the long way around, so you would tell us what happened."  Izzy said impatient. "Which she still isn't doing!" Richard almost yelled. "Okay, Jeesh relax." I muttered. I glanced behind us one more time. "Okay. Fine, but if I get in trouble it's on your asses." They nodded and got closer to me. "Long story short we kissed." I whispered. "What?" Richard gasped. "Dude, why are you acting so gay?" Dean asked looking at Richard. Richard looked so offended. "Well maybe because I am. Dude, I'm your fucking boyfriend. what the hell?" Richard said confused. Izzy rolled her eyes and looked over to me. "Twice." I muttered. "Oh my god." Izzy said. "You can't tell anyone. I'm an initiate and he's one of the leaders." I said. "You can trust us." Dean whispered.    We eventually made it back to the dormitory. When we entered everyone was already asleep. We quietly walked over to our bunks and laid down. I'm pretty sure Izzy fell asleep first, because she laid down and didn't move at all. I stayed there staring at the ceiling. I couldn't sleep, due to what happened earlier. I tossed and turned. My bed slightly creaking with each movement. Finally, I fell asleep.    I was back in my old house again. My brother Daniel sitting at the dinner table next to my mom and dad. I smiled and walked over to the table. Daniel looked up at me and smiled shyly, almost sympathetically. I looked at him confused. My mom looked up at me, "Kai. What are you doing you weren't supposed to leave your room." She hissed. "I'm sorry I didn't know." I say quietly turning around. "I'm glad we have one good child." She said and I knew she was gesturing to Daniel. "Mom. Please, Kai didn't do anything." Daniel pleaded with her. "God Daniel. I don't see why you don't hate her. You're too soft. Your father and I, can't wait for you guys to leave. Go to your room too, Daniel." Mother hissed. A tear was rolling down my face. "Kathrynn, Calm down. They'll be gone soon." Father said. I turned back around and slammed my fist on the table. "Why do you hate me so much?" I screamed. "Kai. Please. Let's go back to our rooms it's not worth it." Daniel pleaded. He was always the nicer one. Tears were rolling down my face. "Why? Why can't you be good parents for once?" I screamed. Daniel wrapped his arm around my stomach and pulled me away. I pushed him off and stormed into my room and slammed the door. I threw myself onto my bed and sobbed into my pillow. Soon after, I heard my door open. I turned and sat up.    My mother and father walked in. I saw Daniel in the other room watching. "You never listen!" my mother yells. "I wish you were never born!" She screamed in my face throwing my pillow at me. She was crying. "I hate you!" She sobbed. My chest ached. "I hate you. I hate you so much." She screamed.    I quickly sat up in my bunk. Breathing heavily. My cheeks were wet with tears. It was only 5 am. We don't have to be up until 7 am. I sigh and stand up. I decided to go on a walk. I was alone so I didn't try to stop the tears from flowing. I let them come. I made my way over to the chasm. Whenever I find myself in distress I always find myself here. I sat there silently sobbing. My face soaked with tears. I was content watching the water. Each crash of the waves a slight mist covered my legs. I hung my arms over the bar. It was so quiet except for sound of the water.    The sound of the waves were soon accompanied by the sound of footsteps. Always. I'm never able to be alone for 5 minutes. It was probably Four. He's usually up earlier. The steps grew closer. I slightly turned my head and looked into the direction of the steps. Eric walked around the corner. I wiped my tears with the heal of my hand.    "Sorry. I couldn't sleep. I probably shouldn't be here right now." I mumbled my voice slightly cracking. I was about to stand up when I started sobbing again. I couldn't help it. It just happened at that point.    "Stop." Eric said. I looked up. "Stay, I'll sit with you for a while. I mean I don't have anything better to do." He said and sat down next to me. I looked up at him. "Why?" I asked.    "Why what?" He asked.    "Why are you being nice to me? You're usually mean to everyone else, why not me?" I asked. "I don't know." he said looking down at the water. "I'm not mean to you  as much, because you are much meaner to yourself, than I could ever be. I could never say something like that you that you probably haven't told yourself already. The others don't destroy themselves as much as I seen you. You haven't said anything, but I've seen it in your eyes. You acted strong during that whole Maddie thing. The others thought you were strong, intimidating even, but I saw what really happened. I saw how you isolated yourself from others after that. You've skipped meals just so you could practice alone, but I could tell you didn't think you deserved it. I see you. I see past your walls."   He explained. "How? How can you see these things?" I asked "I can see these things, because I used to be the same way. I feel like we have some sort of connection. We can both be ruthless and intimidating, but we are both hiding a bigger picture. Enough about me. I'm here to find out what happened to you. You can talk to me. What happened?" He asked. "It's just that I had this dream. My parents were screaming at me." I said. "So, you're crying, because your parents were yelling at you in a dream?" He asked. "Yeah, but the thing is what they said. They weren't just mad they were saying how they wished I was never born, and how they hated me." I explained and rested my head on his shoulder. I felt him stiffen up then relax again. "Did they ever tell you that before?" he asked. He sounded actually curious. "Not to my face. They always pretended, but they always favored my brother Daniel. My parents didn't even show up to the choosing ceremony." I explained a tear slipping down my cheek again. "So, that's why Maddie said those things then. I'm sorry." Eric said. "It's alright. Everything happened so fast. I lost my whole family. Daniel went to Amity, then my best friend, who was like a sister to me turned on me." I said. "I feel stupid." "Why? Why the hell do you feel stupid? You didn't do anything wrong." Eric asked. "Because I let myself break down like this. I've never been one to show my emotions. Instead of crying I usually let my emotions drive me. Then, after that dream I guess I just didn't know how to handle it." I explained. "Everyone has a breaking point. You'll be alright." He said lifting my chin with his thumb. He pressed his forehead to mine. "I know this will sound cliche, but why me? I'm not pretty. Hell, I can barely keep myself together on a good day." I said. "Kai. I think you are the most beautiful girl in the world. You don't let people get to you, and if you do, you definitely don't show it. Even from day one you didn't put up with any shit. Hell, I'm surprised you didn't kill Maddie that one day. You're strong, not only physically, but mentally also. I've never met someone as special as you. If it wasn't for you being an initiate you would already be mine." He said. "What does being an initiate have do with it?" I asked looking up at Eric. "People will think I'm favoriting you over the others." He said. "Yeah." I simply said and looked down. "You know what? Fuck it. You're mine now. That is, if you want to be." He said lifting my chin to look at him. I nodded and he smashed his lips to mine. He pushed me back gently, so I was lying underneath him. Every inch of our bodies touching. The only thing separating us is our clothes. My fingers sliding through his slick blond hair. My thumb sliding over the piercing above his eyebrows. His lips were softest things I've ever experienced. I pulled away, even though I didn't want this to end. "Eric, I should head back, before everyone starts to wake up." I said trying to sit up. "Alright. I walk you back." He said and stood up. He held his hand out to me. I grabbed his hand and he pulled me to my feet. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder pulling me closer. I rested my head on his shoulder and he walked me to the dormitory. My stomach was in knots, and my heart felt as if it was beating out of my chest. We eventually made it to the dormitory. Neither of us said anything throughout the walk there. I reached out to open the door, but he pulled me close to him instead. His face nuzzled in my hair, and His fingers intertwined in it. My head rested against his chest. I looked up at him and smiled. "I should go now." I said looking up into his big bright blue eyes. He nodded, "Alright. I see you soon." I stood on my tip toes and kissed him. It was short. Ended as quickly as it started. I smiled slightly and turned towards the dormitory. My hand rested on the handle for a second. I quickly turned around and jumped into his arms. I smashed my lips against his. His arms wrapped around my waist, as my legs wrapped around his. He pushed me against the wall. The fire continuing to burn between us. I've never been happier. Everything is starting to make sense now. My arms wrapped around his neck. Pulling myself closer to him. He smiled through the kiss. I pulled away. "Okay. Now i'm gonna go." I smiled and dropped to my feet. Eric shook his head, "But the fun was just starting." "Well the fun will have to wait until later." I smiled and walked into the dormitory. I slowly shut the door and leaned against it. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding in. I sat down on my bunk.

part 5

My Number One Fan

Chapter: 22/? Pairing: JongKey Word Count: 4,839 Rating: NC17 Summary: Kibum goes to the same, run-down bar every week to watch the man of his affections sing his heart out with a mere guitar for company. He wasn’t expecting the coffee, nor the beautiful personality within the singer. And he definitely wasn’t expecting to fall in love.

A/N: OKAY OMG LISTEN: this was honestly the most difficult thing i’ve ever written in my entire life. it was my first time writing smut *blushes like crazy* so i know it sucks crap...feel free to give me some advice because god knows i need it! please enjoy <3 ps isnt taem an adorable little shit

It was sort of an unspoken agreement between the two when Jonghyun didn’t take the turn off to Kibum’s house and instead continued to his own, uncharacteristically fidgety as Kibum’s hand rested on his thigh. “My mum and sister would probably send you straight home if they knew you were over so just…we might have to sneak in, alright?”

Kibum flashed Jonghyun a grin. “That’ll be fine.”

When they reached their destination, Jonghyun didn’t think he’d ever opened his own front door so quietly before in his life. Except for maybe that one time he’d gotten smashed at Jinki’s house and could barely walk straight, but that was another story all together. It was already past 8:30pm which meant that his mum and Seodam should be preoccupied in their own rooms for now, and it was with the upmost relief when he managed to drag Kibum by hand to his own bedroom without being spotted or heard.

And as soon as the door had closed behind them, Jonghyun was up against the wall with his tie grasped tightly in Kibum’s hand, their faces pulled particularly close. Even though they’d barely moved, their breathing was heavy and Kibum already had a faint tinge of pink shrouding his cheeks. Just the sight of the other male pinning him against the wall with a tie in his clutch and flushed cheekbones was enough for Jonghyun to desperately push his lips against Kibum’s, the younger of the two complying immediately with equal passion.

Heat pooled at the pit of Kibum’s stomach, and instinctively he held Jonghyun even closer to the wall in order to keep the space between them as minimal as possible. The sheer pleasure he felt to have Jonghyun’s body and mouth pressed so tightly against his own clouded any rational thought, and when his shirt was found discarded on the floor just moments later, Kibum really wasn’t one to complain. His legs felt weak beneath him and Jonghyun, having probably sensed his boyfriend’s discomfort, began guiding them away from the wall and instead onto the soft bed mere metres away. They stumbled on unceremoniously with Jonghyun’s body hovering over Kibum’s, however soon enough their positions had switched and Kibum was instead focusing entirely on removing the tie from Jonghyun’s neck.

“Would you hurry up?” Jonghyun breathed, allowing his palms to glide over the smooth skin of Kibum’s chest. “A beautiful man is currently on top of me, given the opportunity to do whatever he wants, and he’s undoing my tie. Sounds kinda silly if you ask me.”

Kibum smirked, leaning down to place his lips tightly against the skin of Jonghyun’s neck as he worked. “It’s called having patience.” he whispered, discarding the tie behind him and instead using his hands to begin the task of unbuttoning Jonghyun’s shirt. He planted languid, sloppy kisses down the older male’s chest as he went, taking pride in just how ragged and uneven Jonghyun’s breathing seemed to be.

Soon enough, his shirt had joined Kibum’s on the floor and their shirtless chests were pressed flush together, mouths moving roughly and carelessly as their hands tried desperately to latch onto as much bare skin as possible. They’d made out before – plenty of times, of course. But Kibum couldn’t recall a time that it had ever been this intense, this heated, this passionate. He pulled away with a sort of glint in his gaze, straddling Jonghyun’s hips. The singer was lying flat upon the bed with his mere elbows propped for support, looking up at Kibum with curiosity and a dark, lust filled gaze.

“L-Look…We’re both obviously not that experienced so if something I do doesn’t feel right, j-just tell me, okay?” Kibum was a flushed, stuttering mess, and purposely avoided eye contact as he awaited Jonghyun’s response.

Jonghyun grinned, taking in Kibum’s sexy, mussed appearance. “Okay.” he responded, although not really paying attention to what the younger male was actually saying. Besides, considering how things were going so far, Jonghyun didn’t think anything Kibum could do wouldn’t ‘feel right’.

Biting his lip and watching Jonghyun closely to gauge his reaction, Kibum slowly and uncertainly rolled his hips against the singer’s. Elbows shaking beneath him, Jonghyun’s head fell back in pleasure as a hoarse and breathy moan escaped his lips.

“Is that alright?” spoke Kibum quietly, allowing his narrow fingers to brush lightly over Jonghyun’s stomach.

The older male could only offer an enthusiastic nod in response, allowing his elbows to drop completely as Kibum repeated the action again with more confidence. His moans this time around were muffled as Kibum leant down to mash their lips together heatedly, all too aware of the other house occupants who were separated by a mere, thin wall. Jonghyun’s hands travelled down Kibum’s waist and rested at his hips, fiddling with the waistband of the younger boy’s jeans. And seeing as though he made no move to protest, Jonghyun took the risk to unzip his fly, impatiently pushing his hips up to meet Kibum’s.

Kibum hummed contentedly before he, albeit reluctantly, pulled away from Jonghyun slowly and instead stood from the bed. Jonghyun regarded him with a confused frown, heartbeat racing wildly and an awfully uncomfortable tightness in his pants.

“I just thought that this…” Kibum tugged down his tight jeans, allowing them to pool on the floor below. “Would make things easier.” All that remained was the dancer’s short boxers, and Jonghyun felt himself staring gapingly at the smooth, milky skin of Kibum’s thighs. His own pants were becoming increasingly tighter around his groin, and when Kibum looked up at him with half lidded eyes and a knowing smirk, Jonghyun swore he nearly moaned right then and there. He shuffled back to rest his body against the headboard of the bed, and gulped thickly as he noticed that Kibum was already making his way back over.

“Not fair if mine are gone and yours aren’t right?” he whispered huskily, making move to unbutton Jonghyun’s pants and slide them down his legs.

Even though the embarrassment which came with his obviously hard member was harrowing, it quelled Jonghyun’s fear a little to see that Kibum was facing the same situation. His face flamed up when Kibum took note of where his gaze was directed, but surprisingly, this usually timid and awkward boy didn’t seem to care in the slightest, only smirking and brushing his hair out of his eyes. “Like what you see, I suppose?” he questioned with a raised brow, crawling over to Jonghyun and straddling him against the headboard.

Licking his lips, a low grunt sounded from Jonghyun’s mouth as their scarcely clothed members brushed together, and Kibum had to physically force himself from doing the same by planting his lips on the exposed skin of Jonghyun’s collarbone. “If your mum hears us I’m going to die.” he muttered against Jonghyun’s neck.

“I-I know.” stuttered Jonghyun, grazing his calloused palms lightly along Kibum’s sensitive lower back. “I can’t help it.” He proved his point by suddenly groping Kibum’s ass and pulling their groins tightly together, eliciting the dancer to sound a loud, muffled moan. “See?”

Kibum buried his face into Jonghyun’s shoulder. “Yeah.” He breathed. “S-Sorry.”

Jonghyun grinned and placed one hand beneath Kibum’s chin, prodding a few times so that the yonger boy would look him in the eyes. “This is all pretty new to both of us, obviously. And my family may be right next door but…I still want you to enjoy yourself. So,” Jonghyun licked his lips awkwardly, unsure of how to phrase his next sentence. “Don’t hold back, alright?”

Kibum’s whole face burnt in a mixture of embarrassment and desire, but nonetheless he nodded softly. “Same goes for you…”

The older male winked smoothly, pulling Kibum in to smash their lips together in a rough kiss. Tongues battled and noses bumped foolishly but the couple honestly couldn’t have cared less, only focused on what it felt like to be wrapped in each other’s embrace so intimately. Both of Kibum’s legs eventually managed to hook themselves behind Jonghyun’s back and they ground their hips together shamelessly, allowing the majority of their loud moans and whimpers to be absorbed into the kiss.

The heat which flooded through Jonghyun’s abdomen and groin was indescribable, and the singer felt his skin prickle with flames every time his skin made even the lightest contact with Kibum’s. He simply couldn’t get enough – every touch, every groan, every thrust just left him craving more.

“Kibum.” he grunted hoarsely, pulling away briefly to speak.

Eyes fluttering half open, Kibum regarded Jonghyun with confusion, disappointed at the sudden lack of connection. “Huh?”

Their breathing came heavy and Jonghyun struggled to say the words he wished to, simply muttering quietly under his breath.

“Jjong, speak up.”

“I said…” Jonghyun swallowed thickly and lifted his gaze reluctantly to meet Kibum’s. “C-Can you touch me?”

Kibum frowned. “But I am?”

Biting his lip, the older of the two shook his head in embarrassment. “No, I mean like…touch me.” His voice had risen a pitch or two in humiliation, and tried as hard as possible to keep his eyes locked with Kibum’s.

His eyes widened and Kibum’s breath caught in realization, mouth running dry at the mere prospect. “O-Oh…Right—“

“You don’t have to!” exclaimed Jonghyun, gauging Kibum’s reaction closely. “S-Sorry, I shouldn’t have asked anyway. It was weird, I’m sorry.”

Kibum shook his head. “No, it’s not that.” he muttered. “I want to, I just…don’t wanna disappoint you.”

“Oh trust me,” Jonghyun whispered with a breathy laugh, tugging unconsciously on Kibum’s hair. “Anything you do will feel good.”

Licking his lips shyly, Kibum nodded, and slowly began to trace his fingers down Jonghyun’s stomach and towards the elastic of his boxers. Jonghyun watched him with flushed cheeks, breath quickening automatically as one of Kibum’s fingers slipped beneath the fabric. The younger boy seemed to stop and pause for a few seconds of contemplation before reaching out tentatively and running his long fingers along the length of Jonghyun’s member.

Voicing a loud whimper, Jonghyun dropped his head back against the headboard in unadulterated pleasure. Kibum, upon observing Jonghyun’s reaction, seemed to have gained a confidence boost and smiled bashfully, sliding his whole hand beneath the thin cotton of Jonghyun’s boxers. His cool, smooth fingers curled around Jonghyun’s throbbing cock and gave it a testing tug, eyes widening slightly in fascination as the boy in question pulled Kibum’s hair and murmured his name throatily. With a steady hand Kibum gradually began to pick up his pace, his free hand resting on Jonghyun’s shoulder as the other occupied itself around the older male’s manhood.

Jonghyun scrunched his toes tightly in pleasure and rested his head against the wooden bedframe, a light sheen of sweat trickling down his forehead. Low grunts escaped his lips at every jerk, and the feeling of pure bliss which came with Kibum’s hand so personally around him was simply overwhelming. His hands dropped from Kibum’s hair and instead gripped the sheets of his bed firmly, desperate to keep himself from moaning too loudly whilst his family were home.

Watching the way Jonghyun’s eyes scrunched closed tightly in pleasure, the raspy moans he emitted, the sweat which accompanied his body and the way his hips automatically thrusted into Kibum’s hand as he pumped was too much for the nineteen year old. He could feel his own member screaming for attention and the heat around his groin accumulating rapidly, itching to be noticed or touched. Gently, so that the other male wouldn’t be distracted, Kibum removed his free hand from Jonghyun’s shoulder and instead slipped it beneath his boxers, allowing his head to drop back at the feeling of his palm against his cock. Closing his eyes whilst continuing to tend to Jonghyun, Kibum imagined it was Jonghyun’s hand instead of his own and moaned his name quietly.

Jonghyun’s eyes fluttered open slowly, and in his state of bliss, took a while to focus on Kibum’s figure. His gaze followed Kibum’s other arm down, and when he realised what the younger male was doing, felt his mouth run dry in arousal. Kibum’s eyes were clenched shut with his head thrown back, simultaneously palming his own member whilst quietly whispering Jonghyun’s name. And quite, honestly, it was the most attractive thing that Jonghyun had ever seen. Heat flooded through his stomach and Jonghyun could feel his groin tingling in pleasure, toes and fingers scrunching so tightly that the knuckles turned white. “K-Kibum…I’m gonna—“

Pressure began to build up in his abdomen and Jonghyun’s muscles clenched in a desperate effort to gain release, his body seemingly going into paralysis. All of a sudden, his mind was completely blank and Jonghyun was in a state of pure euphoria and bliss, burying his face into Kibum’s neck with a strangled moan as he came into the younger male’s still steadily pumping hand.

It took Jonghyun a short while to finally come down from his high, but when he did it was with flushed cheeks and a clear head. His pulled away from Kibum’s shoulder to see that the younger male was still vigorously jerking himself off, broken whimpers sounding from the back of his throat. Jonghyun grasped Kibum’s arms and pushed him back so that he hovered on top, gently replacing Kibum’s hand with his own. Kibum’s breath hitched in arousal, watching Jonghyun hazily as he began to stroke the shaft up and down, busying his lips and tongue on the pale skin of Kibum’s collarbone.

“Go faster, asshole.” muttered Kibum deeply, gripping Jonghyun’s shoulder blades so tightly that his nails left half-moon marks in the skin.

Gradually, Jonghyun began to pick up his pace, continuing to leave faint pink marks up Kibum’s neck and towards his earlobe. “You’re beautiful, you know that?”

Kibum gnawed on his bottom lip harshly and managed to muffle a whimper from escaping his lips. Jonghyun continued to whisper hot sweet nothings into his ear, occasionally giving Kibum a small flick of the wrist or swiping his thumb over the head of Kibum’s cock.

“Y-You’re good at this.” mumbled Kibum, thrusting his hips up into Jonghyun’s hand with urge.

Jonghyun chuckled softly, bordering seduction. “I’ve had a lot of practice on myself. Thinking about you.”

Beneath Jonghyun, Kibum seemed to tense for a few seconds before shuddering wildly, coming into Jonghyun’s hand with a small whimper. His body turned lax and he slumped against the bed with fatigue, Jonghyun joining him immediately after. “That was…amazing.” Kibum muttered tiredly, but his eyes still glimmered as he turned to face Jonghyun.

Jonghyun nodded vehemently and buried his face into Kibum’s hair with utmost exhaustion. “Thank you.” he whispered.

Grinning, Kibum wrapped his arms around Jonghyun’s torso and cuddled against him tightly, inhaling with a dreamy sigh. “The worst thing about this is the fact that I have to go home.”

Jonghyun grumbled, reaching blindly to his nightstand to grab a handful of tissues. They cleaned themselves up in silence, and Kibum didn’t even bother to check the time on his phone which was currently situated in his pants pocket on the floor.

“And sorry to break it to you, Jjong.” he continued with a soft giggle. “But I’d be shocked if no one here heard us.”

Jonghyun grumbled even louder at that and grabbed a pillow to bury his face in. “I don’t want you to leave.” he whined, watching Kibum stand up and slide his pants on with a forlorn pout.

“I don’t wanna leave either.” responded Kibum. “But my parents are going to go crazy if I don’t get home soon. Now…Do I look like I was just given a hand job?”

Eyes raking up Kibum’s mussed appearance, Jonghyun nodded his head. “A little. If you fix your hair a little and put on a shirt and shoes I think you’ll be okay though. I didn’t leave any marks on your neck this time, at least.”

Kibum snorted. “That’s always good to hear. We should probably get going sooner rather than later, babe. Put some clothes on.”

Reluctantly, Jonghyun rolled off the bed and pulled his pants on before wrapping Kibum in a tight hug. “Kibum.” he whispered. “You are the best thing to ever happen to me. Have I told you that yet?”

A dark blush painted Kibum’s cheeks and he held Jonghyun just as closely, shaking his head softly against the singer’s shoulder. “You’re the best thing to ever happen to me too. Thank you so much, Jonghyun. Thank you.”

Considering that Minho was a third year and Taemin was a first year, it didn’t really come as a surprise when Minho couldn’t manage to find Taemin throughout the whole of school on Monday. After all, they didn’t share any classes and deep down, Minho figured that if Taemin was acting the way he was then he probably deserved to be left alone anyway. The last bell of the day rang through his ears, and with a mental shrug of the shoulders, Minho decided he’d just try again tomorrow. Glancing down at his work and then at the other students who seemed to be bolting out of the classroom door as though the mere act of learning was poisonous, Minho concluded that the first option was probably going to be better in the long run.

Sure, he’d love to get home and maybe watch a bit of T.V, but while he was in the zone, getting his homework out of the way now really was the better option. He was left in the classroom alone which suited him just fine, and within only fifteen minutes he had finished off the worksheet and was getting ready to leave school. It was only as he was walking down the hallway towards the exit of the school when he heard some commotion occurring closer to the first year block. Minho checked his watch.

3:50pm

He supposed he still had some time to spare. Reaching the other side of the hallway, Minho turned the corner only to stop in horror. Taemin was being cornered by that group of first years once again, and Minho could immediately feel unadulterated anger boiling his blood. He moved to intervene, however upon hearing something particularly interesting falling from the bullies’ mouths, faltered in his place and instead backpedalled hurriedly to his hiding spot around the corner.

“Oi, fag, lis—“

A growl escaped Taemin’s throat. “I’m not a fag! So shut the heck up, would you?”

The occupants of the hallway, bar Taemin and Minho of course, erupted into a fit of sniggers. “Seriously? Only fags kiss other guys, you shit.” The boy’s voice went higher, but in a menacing, mocking sort of way. “Kai told us all about how you practically forced yourself upon him. Fricking disgusting.” The rest of the group nodded vehemently in agreement with sneers upon their faces, one boy in particular taking the opportunity to shove Taemin hard against the lockers.

“No…T-That’s not what happened…Kai…He—“ Taemin was a stuttering mess, partially in fear of the students before him and partially because of the fact that they knew.

“He what? Enjoyed it? Fucking hell, you really are like that fairy Kibum.”

Minho, upon hearing the abhorrent words spoken by the first years as well as the look of pure fear and pain on Taemin’s face, decided that enough was enough and walked out from behind the corner confidently. “Oi!” he spoke gruffly, immediately eliciting the cluster to look up in shock before scurrying away.

The soccer captain was left to stare into Taemin’s wide, teary eyes, unable to form any words or will his legs to move. The younger boy’s expression was nothing but horrified, both at what the bullies had said and Minho’s sudden appearance. They simply stood there, staring at each other for a few long seconds before Taemin, after muttering quietly that his mum was probably wondering where he was, sprinted away down the hall, not risking a second glance behind him.

It was safe to say that Minho was beyond confused and astonished after that ordeal, and although he wanted to make sure that his best friend was alright, he knew that both of them had to be left alone for the moment. For the whole time that he and the younger boy had been spending time together, he had honestly thought that the bullying was because of his feminine looks. But this? Taemin had never denied what the group of first years had said so it was safe to presume that the rumours were true, but Minho should’ve known. Did Taemin really not feel comfortable sharing things with him? Usually they talked about everything together, it was just what best friends did.

Taemin had told Minho that Kai and he had just a bad fight of course, but he never went into specifics and definitely never brought it up again. Perhaps Taemin was ashamed, Minho concluded. It would have explained his reaction to Kibum. Maybe he was in denial? Minho shook his head fondly. What did Taemin have to be afraid of? If he had just told Minho what was worrying him in the first place then none of this would have ever happened. The soccer player buried his face into his hands. He had to talk to Taemin as soon as possible, but would the younger boy even want to? And then all of a sudden, Minho’s expression darkened. If those first years thought they could bully his Taemin for a stupid reason like that then they seriously had another thing coming.

Minho didn’t sit with Kibum the following day either, but this time it wasn’t to look for Taemin. It was to merely get his mind off everything and have some time to himself. And so when Kibum looked up from his sandwich that Tuesday lunchtime to see Taemin loitering awkwardly by the sidelines without the athletic third year, it certainly came as a surprise. “H-Hi, Kibum.” the boy stuttered awkwardly, looking down at his shoes in pretend interest. “Could we maybe talk? Somewhere else?”

Glaring up at Taemin, Kibum was actually deciding against going with the young dancer, however was stopped in that train of thought when Amber shoved him harshly in the ribs. “Go on.” she whispered. “He obviously wants to apologize.”

Albeit reluctantly, Kibum stood up with a quick wave of the hand to Amber and made his way towards Taemin, gesturing with his head towards where the dance studio was situated. “If you’re only here because Minho told you to be then I don’t wanna hear it.” muttered Kibum as they walked, refusing to look Taemin in the eyes.

“I swear I’m not.” spoke Taemin quietly, pushing open the dance studio door and sitting himself on the floor. “I just wanna say sorry. Seriously, Kibum, I was being a jerk.”

Kibum hesitantly took a spot across from Taemin on the floor, both elated and angry at the prospect of sitting in the dance room with Taemin once again. “I know you were. Did you finally realise how abnormal I was?”

“No!” protested Taemin. “I was just being stupid, okay? I’ve been really confused lately. And don’t take it offensively or anything, but I’m scared.”

Confusion flooded through Kibum’s veins, trying to make something out of what Taemin was saying. “Scared of being my friend?”

Taemin sighed. “God no. You’re honestly…one of the greatest friends I’ve ever had, Kibum.”

“Then what the heck are you talking about, Taem? I can’t read your mind, for goodness sake.”

Avoiding eye contact, Taemin’s hands shook wildly in his lap and Kibum took note of how laboured his breathing seemed to be. An eerie silence engulfed the white walls, and quite frankly, Taemin looked as though he was about to throw up. And then he whispered something. So low that Kibum’s ears barely picked it up. Barely. But they did.

“I think I like Minho.”

Disbelief shrouded Kibum’s features and he stared at Taemin for a few seconds with comically wide eyes of astonishment. Whatever he’d been expecting to fall from Taemin’s mouth…It definitely hadn’t been that. So many questions began popping into his mind: Since when? Why was Taemin so scared? Had he told anyone else? But more than anything else, Kibum’s mind was flooded with the squeals of a fanboy, finding his friend’s crush to be the most adorable thing he’d ever heard of.

“K-Kibum?” questioned Taemin quietly, hands shaking more than ever. But his worries were quelled immediately as Kibum greeted him with a wide, ecstatic smile.

“Seriously?! Taemin…this is adorable! Since when?”

Taemin twiddled his thumbs, a light, barely visible rose flushing his cheeks. “Well, I think it’s been for a little while now. I guess I was trying to ignore it.”

Smiling, Kibum leant forward to ruffle Taemin’s hair. “You know there’s nothing to be afraid of right? It’s perfectly okay.”

Doubt still seemed to swim in Taemin’s eyes, but he shrugged his shoulders lightly in pretend understanding. “Kibum…W-Why do you think I get bullied so much? Why you’re so excluded? If we just liked girls like we’re meant to, none of this would happen!”

Hurt flashed through Kibum’s gaze, but was quickly replaced with something akin to neutral. “And do you think you’d feel happy? Liking some stupid girl? Y’know, like you’re meant to.”

“I don’t know, Kibum! I’m not even happy liking some stupid boy! Liking people has only ever lead me downhill, to be honest. A-And I don’t want the same thing happening again. I don’t wanna lose Minho too.”

Kibum frowned, wracking his brain for a clue to what Taemin was referring to. And then it hit him like a ton of bricks. “Is this about that Kai dude? The guy you used to hang with?”

Taemin nodded slowly. “I…I used to really like him. Back then, I wasn’t really concerned with liking a guy, y’know? Kai always seemed like he was flirting as well and so one day…I just kissed him.” Tears prickled Taemin’s eyes but he hurriedly wiped them away with the sleeve of his jumper. “The bullies might beat me up a lot now but nothing hurt more than the punch he gave me back then. He called me disgusting, left, and never spoke to me again. A-And then he told everyone I forced myself on him, called me gay and all these other horrible names!” Tears ran freely down Taemin’s face now and quiet sobs wracked his body. “I’m not gay! I know there’s nothing wrong with it, but I’m just not! I’ve only ever liked Kai and Minho…B-But I don’t want Minho to call me disgusting!”

All of a sudden, Kibum’s arms were wrapping tightly around Taemin in a warm hug, burying the younger boy’s head against his shoulder. “Calm down, Taem. Minho would never call you disgusting, I know it. I’m not sure what kind of guy Kai is but Minho…Minho’s one of the kindest people I have ever met. I’m sorry I never told you this beforehand but…Jonghyun and I are dating now. And guess what? Minho didn’t even blink an eye when he found out. It won’t be any different for you.”

“But the difference is that I actually like him. How will he react when he finds out that another guy likes him?” Taemin spoke, brushing off the comment about Jonghyun and Kibum dating (he already knew, after all).

Kibum smiled and ruffled Taemin’s hair. “I think he’ll be very flattered. But you know you don’t have to tell him yet right? There’s no rush, Taemin.”

“Y-Yeah…I know. But, Minho overheard something the other day. About what happened with Kai. He’s gonna be wanting answers. How do I explain that I liked a guy but I’m not gay…He won’t get that stuff like you do.”

“Well then you just tell him the truth and explain it to him. I mean, sure, I’m not really one for the truth myself but…This is Minho we’re talking about here. He’d probably be more hurt by the fact you never told him to begin with.” spoke Kibum, believing his own words a hundred percent. “You don’t have to tell him about your little crush. Maybe if you start dropping little hints he’ll become more accustomed to the idea.”

The hope in Taemin’s eyes had risen a little, but a flicker of doubt could still be seen flashing in his demeanour. “What about Amber? He likes her, doesn’t he?”

Kibum snorted loudly. “Taemin, listen up kiddo. He might think he likes Amber but he doesn’t. She has her charms, sure, but she’s not one to settle down just yet. Minho probably doesn’t realise it yet but she’s just flirting for a little fun, nothing serious. You seriously have nothing to worry about.”

The beginnings of a smile were making its way onto Taemin’s face. “Thanks, Kibum. I’m glad that you’re my friend.”

“Me too, Taem. You sure can be a little shit sometimes but…me too.”