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chosok-amo · 6 months

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haibara's little sister

you hate how your brother's friend looks at you— with pure lust, like a werewolf hunting for their prey, until one of his friends confesses how wants to fuck you.

satoru, suguru, nanami x reader, foursome, virgin! reader.

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⠀⠀“I fucking hate you,” You said into the phone as calmly as you could. “You left me for three days with your friends just to visit your stupid girlfriend.”

⠀⠀“Y/n!” Haibara exclaimed— frustrated, appalled by your words. “First of all, don't talk about my girlfriend like that. Second, don't act like a child! It's not like you have to entertain them or anything. They manage on their own. You can just stay in your room the whole time,” he tried to calm you down.

⠀⠀“It's my house too, you know,” You weren't hiding your anger anymore. “So why should I act like I'm the guest?” You still were holding some words you wanted to say to him back. About how uncomfortable Haibara's friends made you feel, how they would just stand behind you until you made a step back to touch them with your ass. Or like they would make fun of you for never getting out, saying you will never lose your virginity if you keep up with it. you would blush, not knowing if they really knew or just were making assumptions. But the thing they did today was step up the line.

⠀⠀You had this beautiful gold necklace with your name written in cursive you would wear every day. You would take it off when going for a swim in the pool like you did every morning. And today, when you came back home, your necklace wasn't there. But they left you another one, with the word “SLUT” written in the same cursive letters. you tried to scream at them to give you what's yours back, but they only laughed, saying you should embrace your new name.

⠀⠀“Y/n, listen— I know you don't like it and I'm sorry I put you in this situation, but I can't just kick them off when I was the one who invited them. I was hoping our parents would be there by now and you wouldn't have to be one-on-one with them. But if you feel this awful I will come back.”

⠀⠀You felt a pang of guilt inside you. Were you suffering this much? you knew Haibara couldn't see his girlfriend for long since she was studying abroad. Was you selfish enough to make him come home just because of this?

⠀⠀“It's okay. You’re right, I can manage,” you sighed, trying not to think too much about what great of a time you will have with his friends.

⠀⠀“Thank you, Y/n! I will make it up to you.”

⠀⠀You put your phone down, thinking about what you could do. You heard them downstairs, watching TV, talking and laughing. You can put your headphones on and just pretend they weren't there. Or you can go out and don't see them. This plan seemed more solid. You walk to your closet, open the doors and search for the outfit. You didn't have too many dresses that looked like they were good for a party. You shuffled through the hangers before pulling out a cute dark blue dress with open shoulders and a deep cut. It required no underwear, that's why you didn't like it so much, but you were ready to risk it all today.

⠀⠀You looked at your phone, searching through messages from your college friends about the parties, and found one close enough to you. You needed to take a breath and step outside of the house.

⠀⠀You put on a dress, apply a little makeup and brush through your hair, allowing it to fall freely over your shoulders. You were fully ready. Now you only need to get out of your house and avoid meeting them as you do so.

⠀⠀You remembered being almost happy when Haibara brought his friends— Satoru, Suguru and Nanami to spend part of their break at our house. At least that way he would have something to do except being loud and obnoxious. Little did you know they would be even worse. You went downstairs quietly, trying not to even breathe. They were in the living room, preoccupied with a football match. When you were almost ready to charge for the door Satoru turned to you.

⠀⠀“Going somewhere, Y/n?” he smiled, his bright-blue eyes looking at you with lust. They always said your name like that, in a low voice, like they knew something about you that you didn't know yourself. And their pretty face doesn't help you that much. “Not your business,” you answered to him. He was always the meanest one of them, making fun of you at every opportunity. “Not even wearing the necklace we gave you?” Suguru asked, looking at you up and down like he was undressing you with his eyes.

⠀⠀“I would tell you where to put this present if you had enough balls to give it to me, instead of just leaving it in my room,” you bark. You knew they were annoying you on purpose but you couldn't help yourself. you needed to bite back. “And you know so much about balls?” Satoru laughed. “Maybe we were right calling you a slut.” you felt your cheeks heating up. It was no use arguing with them. So you turned to the door and went out of the house, fury still burning in your chest. Little did you know it wasn't the last you'd seen of them today.

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⠀⠀You got into your car, put the address of the house party in my navigator and headed there, hoping you would get a more pleasant night than you would've got with that trio back at your house. When you arrived the party was in full swing, with music blasting, and people dancing and drinking everywhere. Red solo cups were thrown around the whole front lawn. you were already feeling sorry for the people who would need to clean it in the morning. You weren't such a big party animal, but as a college student, you eventually have to get to one or two, just so you can enjoy the real experience.

⠀⠀You went inside, looking at all the people having a great time, playing beer-pong and making out on the couches. There was no way in hell you would do something like that, nothing more than get a drink and dance a little bit— why not? Maybe you will finally be able to relax.

⠀⠀You went to the table, grabbing one of the cups when you saw a guy approaching you. He was tall and handsome, with a pleasant smile on his face. You felt a bit nervous when he looked directly at you.

⠀⠀“Hi! I know, it's a weird question, but do I know you from somewhere?” you nervously smiled back, feeling stupid in this skimpy dress.

⠀⠀“I don't know. Probably not,” you hated how shy you immediately started acting.

⠀⠀“You’re right, I definitely would've remembered someone as beautiful as you,” he smiled. His black eyes look at you with something you are unfamiliar with. It was a cheesy pick-up line, a line that any cool girl would only laugh at before moving on. But you weren't a cool girl, not even close, so you felt warm and giddy inside. “Oh really? Does it work on the girls that often?” You smiled, moving closer to him, trying to look like you were hearing those sorts of compliments all the time.

⠀⠀“You would be surprised” he laughed. “My name is Yuta. And you, beautiful lady?” his sweet-honey voice said, offering you his hands for you to shake.

⠀⠀“Y/n,” You said, moving your arm for a handshake. He squeezed your palm lightly, not letting go for a few moments. “Want to move to the backyard? It's a bit crowded here.” You thought about it for a moment, remembering all the safety advice you ever learned from your brother, but even if it was dark there were still people there, so you didn't have to be afraid. So you nodded and went outside, to the pool. People were having even more fun there, playing in the water and drinking. The music was even louder.

⠀⠀“Dance with me!” Yuta insisted, pulling you into the crowd and putting his arms on your waist. His touch was warm and pleasant, he was looking at you right in the eyes. Until you felt his hands go lower, on your ass, squeezing it. “What are you doing?” You made a step back, which was not easy with so many people around.

⠀⠀“Come on! I know you want this,” he said, pulling you by the arm, his other hand going over my breast. “If you didn't you wouldn't look like such a whore.”

⠀⠀You screamed, knowing no one would hear, or just think it was usual party noises. You were struggling in Yuta's hands, trying to make him let go of you. Your heart was beating fast and you didn't know what to do. But at the moment when you felt desperate, you saw someone approach you, hitting Yuta in the shoulder, forcing him to let go of you. When you looked at your saviour it was Nanami. Satoru and Suguru were standing behind him, looking at that creep with disgust.

⠀⠀“Step away from her,” Nanami said in a low threatening tone. People around you formed a circle, waiting for what would happen next. “Are you okay, Y/n?” Suguru asked as you nodded, lost at what you should feel. Those annoying guys, your brother's friends that were playing on your nerves were now saving you? You couldn't believe it.

⠀⠀“That's okay, I'm here with you,” before you could react, Suguru moved closer to you, gently pulling your face up and kissing you. Your first reaction was to protest, to kick him as you did with Yuta, but his lips were hot and amazing against yours, his hands caressing your back so gently. You moaned into his mouth, feeling his tongue lightly opening your lips. You felt your legs shaking from this small simple kiss. You were still breathing hard when he stepped back. “What the hell, dude?” Yuta screamed, rubbing his arm. “She was the one hanging on me. I had no idea she had a boyfriend. She was all over me!”

⠀⠀“Oh really?” Nanami went between you and Yuta, while Satoru was standing beside you, hugging you by the shoulders. “For me, it looked like some pervert was trying to force a girl to do something she didn't want to do.”

⠀⠀Someone turned off the music so his words sounded even louder. You saw some guys standing beside Yuta— probably his friends who were ready to defend him no matter what he did. “Oh, she wanted to do everything with me, alright! I'm surprised she's so hungry for a dick with three of you probably fucking her in every hole!” You felt angry offended, and upset. You knew you weren't anything like that but you still felt tears filling up your eyes.

⠀⠀Before anyone could react you saw Suguru punching Yuta in the face hard. You heard a wet awful noise and his scream. His face was bloody, his nose probably broken. His friends were gathering around him, not knowing if it was worth it to get into a fight. “Let's go,” Suguru commanded, seeing as there was nothing for you there.

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⠀⠀Your whole body was shaking and you knew you couldn't drive in your state, so Satoru got behind the wheel of your car. You were sitting beside him, quietly, still processing all this. Nanami and Suguru were in another car driving behind you, making sure Yuta and his friends wouldn't follow you back to the house. “Are you okay?” Satoru asked, looking at your state behind his round stupid sunglasses. It was the most sincere tone you ever heard from him.

⠀⠀“I...” you were trying to control your voice as hard as you could. “I don't know.”

⠀⠀“Hey, you're safe now, Y/n,” he put a hand on your thigh, rubbing it lightly, and surprisingly, you didn't feel annoyed or disgusted, you liked it. “I was just surprised, I think.” you were looking down at your hands, not knowing where this unexpected change came from. “You were all so horrible to me all this time and now all of a sudden you're so nice and kind. I thought you hated me.” You saw Satoru smile from the corner of your eyes.

⠀⠀“Y/n, we don't hate you. Quite the opposite actually,” his hand on your thigh was now squeezing lightly, his thumb drawing abstract patterns on your skin. “You're beautiful, funny, sexy. We like you.” You couldn't believe what you were hearing. It's a joke, must be. “But you're also our friend’s little sister. And we all know you're too much of a good girl to have all three of us at once and you choosing just one would ruin our friendship. So, not an ideal situation.”

⠀⠀It's a dream, there was no other explanation for what you were hearing. They were torturing you for days because they wanted you? But it's so stupid and childish, and— “Wait when you say “have all three of you at once” you mean?..” you were way too shy to just blurt it out.

⠀⠀“Yes, Y/n. Have sex with all three of us.”

⠀⠀You were sure Satoru could see your red face even in the darkness of your car. “It can feel amazing, you know. To give up all your control and to feel nothing but the pleasure we can give you.” His touch to your skin felt like a burn now. Things he was saying were dirty and wrong, but you couldn't deny how my body was reacting to them. For a quick moment, you could imagine it— giving in and letting them do anything they wanted. But you also remembered that you had zero experience and it wasn't a way in which you imagined losing my virginity. But Nanami's hand was still on your leg and the taste of Suguru's kiss was still on your lips.

⠀⠀“We're home.”

⠀⠀The car stopped and you got out, facing all three of the guys, more confused and embarrassed than ever before. “It was a wild night, let's get you to bed,” Nanami said, putting a hand on your waist and leading you into the house. If only he knew what Satoru just told you he wouldn't use those words. Or maybe he still would?

⠀⠀Different from two of his friends, Nanami is usually quiet and calm, so you don't think too much when he doesn't say anything. It felt strangely comfortable, just walking next to him and feeling his presence. “Do you want anything else today? Maybe something that would calm your nerves?” He asked when you reached the door. “You should take a hot bath, I heard it can help.”

⠀⠀“I'm fine, thank you” You looked him in the eyes with gratitude. His blonde lock turned a little darker under the light. “I'm glad you ended up there.”

⠀⠀“We did what everyone would, no need for gratitude,” he simply stated. Feeling a warm feeling in your chest you stepped closer, hugging him by the shoulders, pressing your body close. It felt strange, knowing that the man touching you wanted you. You wondered what it felt like to touch his skin to skin, with nothing between you. Afraid of your thoughts, you quickly stepped away.

⠀⠀“Good night,” you said in a high-pitched voice before closing the door behind you. You press your body to the door behind you after it closes. Your eyes wander the front— looking at yourself from the mirror across your room. One of your hands touches your left thigh and you can still feel Satoru's warm-big hand there.

⠀⠀You took a deep breath, trying to process everything that happened. You took your dress off, quickly got into your comfortable pyjamas, and laid down on the bed. You were tired and needed to sleep, but your brain was racing. Too many things happened today, and your mind couldn't rest. You probably should've called Haibara to talk to him or watch something to distract me from your thoughts. Instead, you opened an incognito tab on your phone and went to a porn site. “One girl three guys” You put in a search bar, muting the sound and opening the first video.

⠀⠀You fast-forwarded to the middle and your eyes went wide. The blonde big-breasted girl had a dick in each of her holes— her pussy, her asshole, and her mouth were all getting deep thrusts from the men surrounding her. She looked more like a prop for them to use. This thought should've turned me off, you should've put my phone down and never watch it again. Instead, you kept looking at her laying down on the guy’s chest, taking them inside, letting them enjoy all her body had to offer.

⠀⠀You watched three or four more videos before you put your phone down and closed your eyes, feeling hot and wet between your legs. In your dreams, you still saw those scenes, but you weren't a spectator, oh no, you had the main role. And you liked it so very much.

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⠀⠀You opened your eyes the next morning feeling groggy and tired, but you knew you had to learn more. And you couldn't be shy or embarrassed about anything if you wanted to know what and how they wanted to do with you. Your pussy was aching just from the thoughts about it, so you knew there was no turning back. You wanted them, all three of them, and you had to let them know. You went to the kitchen, seeing all three guys looking at you intently. You felt self-conscious about your shorts and tight shirt. You were still wearing no bra so your nipples pitched tiny tents against the fabric.

⠀⠀“Good morning,” you said, looking around at them.

⠀⠀“Did you sleep well?” Suguru asked, looking concerned.

⠀⠀“Not really, but that's not the point,” You sat on the high chair across the table from them, putting my leg over the other. “I wanted to ask you a few questions about what Satoru told me last night.” Suguru and Nanami looked at their friend like he just committed a war crime. “What? It just slipped out,” he said defensively.

⠀⠀“I'm sorry, Y/n, we never thought you would know and we didn't want to make you uncomfortable,” Suguru said in a serious tone.

⠀⠀“It didn't. I'm not uncomfortable. I just want to know more,” you said impatiently, not knowing how else to get them to the point. “To know more about?..” Nanami said, confused, but by the wide smile on Satoru's face, you knew he understood you. “You want to know how it would be to have sex with us?” Dead silence filled the room, making you question everything about the situation, but there was no turning back.

⠀⠀“Y/n, I don't think you can handle it,” Nanami said, making you annoyed.

⠀⠀“Maybe I know better about what I can and can't handle. After all, it's my body,” you stated as you narrowed your eyes a little bit at him, showing him that you felt offended.

⠀⠀“True,” Suguru said. “But it's not even about having all three of us at once. It's about the things we like. Because we wouldn't be gentle, Y/n. We like it rough. Very rough.” If his words were supposed to make you change your mind they did the exact opposite. You felt your skin burning and your pussy getting wet. You wanted to know how it felt, you wanted to try it with them.

⠀⠀“Y/n, you don't know what you're signing up for,” Satoru said, still smiling— he seems the happiest after knowing what you want than the rest of his friends. You think he knew how you felt, knew that every word he was saying only made you want it more. “You want to be bound, slapped, spanked? To be fucked in your every hole hard and fast? Is this who you are, just a horny little slut?” Suguru asks you, raising his eyebrow. You felt your lips pressed together just like your thighs, too afraid to make a sound. Before you always thought it was a nasty, dirty word, only used to humiliate someone. But now you felt like there was something more, a deeper meaning that carried so much more.

⠀⠀Was I ready to be a slut for them?' you thought

⠀⠀“And what if I do want that?” You didn't look down, your voice wasn't shaking. Satoru, Suguru and Nanami all looked back at you with surprise and for a split second, you could see the lust in their eyes. They weren't expecting it as much as you weren't. “You can't make decisions like that so fast. You need time to think about it first” Nanami said firmly— secretly hoping you wouldn't change your mind when evening comes. “If you're still that sure in the evening just come downstairs and we will give you what you were asking for,” he said to you calmly as he kissed your head. You simply nodded, getting back to your room, trying to imagine how it would feel to get all your holes filled up.

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⠀⠀You were more nervous than you could imagine when you agreed to it this morning, but you were still sure that you wanted it. So you gathered all your confidence and went for it. You were planning to not wear much, after all, you still wouldn't wear any clothes for long, so you took a short pale-pink silken robe from your closet, took off everything and wore just it over your naked body. You looked in the mirror, trying to look confident. There was still one thing missing. You opened the drawer and pulled out a necklace, “SLUT” written in gold shining in the light. You put it around your neck, not afraid of being called that anymore.

⠀⠀When you walked downstairs the guys were already there, sitting on our big couch, looking impatient. It was nice to see them nervous and make them wait for you, even if you knew you wanted this as much as they did. When you came closer they were taking in your body like they never saw you before. “So,” You said, looking between them. “Are you going to just stare at me or are you going to fuck me?”

⠀⠀Satoru moved first, smiling at you, making you feel like a prey. He came close, untying the belt of your rope and opening it up. He went behind your back, slowly taking it off your shoulders and gently letting it slide down on the floor. “Looking nice,” he said, his lips on the back of your neck, his hands going up your stomach to play with your breasts. You leaned back into him, feeling his thumbs rubbing your nipples. “I see you liked our gift after all.”

⠀⠀It felt strange— to be naked in front of them, to be open and exposed to anything they wanted to do with you.

⠀⠀Suguru and Nanami came closer too, not touching you yet. They took off their shirts and unzipped their pants. Your eyes went wide when you saw them take everything off. You’ve never seen a dick in real life before, especially not that close. They both seemed big, bigger than you could ever imagine taking inside you. “Get on your knees, Slut,” Suguru said, pressing on your shoulder. Your knees pressed into the rug when you obeyed him. Now both of them were right in front of your face, standing hard.

⠀⠀You wondered what they would taste like in your mouth. Following some instinct you didn't know you had you put your hands around them, touching their hot length, slowly stroking them up and down. “Our girl knows what she wants,” Suguru smiled. His palm went around mine, pressing a little harder. You understood his command, doing the same on Nanami's cock. They both were moving their hips, pushing into your fists. “You need to find a way to take care of my dick too,” Satoru said, standing beside them.

⠀⠀He got undressed too, his cock a bit thicker than the others. “Open your mouth and suck.” Feeling a bit nervous you opened your mouth, looking up at him, trying to relax. He pushed his tip inside while grabbing you by the hair. Your lips were tightly pressed around him, feeling his velvety and hot cock in your mouth. Your hands were still stroking the other two guys, feeling them nice and hard. You felt someone's hand on your tits, rubbing and squeezing them.

⠀⠀“Oh fuck, I bet your other holes feel just as good,” Satoru groaned, pushing his length deeper, filling up your mouth. You didn't have to do much except keep your mouth closed around him. He was keeping you in place with his hand in your hair while thrusting into your mouth, letting you feel him to the back of your throat. You felt the taste of his cum leaking from the tip, unusual but not unpleasant.

⠀⠀“Stop it, it's not the time to empty your balls” I heard Suguru's voice. Satoru made a disappointed sound, pulling his glistening cock out.

⠀⠀“Get her on the table.”

⠀⠀Before you could make a sound, strong hands were around you, putting you on the coffee table, and making you go on all fours. Your ass was high in the air, making you feel like you were on display. When you looked at the side Nanami was holding a rope in his hands. “Get your arms behind your back and don't move,” his deep voice can be heard.

⠀⠀You did as he told you, your cheek pressed into the table, your wet pussy right there for anyone to take. You felt the rope go over and under your wrists tightly. It was burning your skin a bit. Then it went over your elbows, making you lose all ability to move your hands. Now you were fully at their mercy, they could do anything they wanted with you.

⠀⠀“Look at that ass, guys” All three of them were standing behind you, you felt hands go over your ass and you couldn't wait to know what would happen next. “Isn't it nice?” You whimpered, feeling a hit over your asscheek. “Yes,” Suguru said. “So tight and sweet,” another hit came, making you tense. “It would be so nice to fuck. Just look at those nice little holes. No one fucked them before.”

⠀⠀Despite yourself, you started getting wet. They were discussing how they would fuck you while you tied and helpless and unable to do anything.

⠀⠀“Oh yes, nice tight pussy. It will not be so tight after we’re done.”

⠀⠀You felt something go over your slit, all the way from your clit to the entrance. It felt good, better than you ever imagined. You felt a slight intrusion between your folds, you let out a small moan. You were about to lose your virginity and you couldn't even see whose cock was about to enter you. The next moment you felt an aching pain inside you, your pussy was now filled, your walls tightly pressed around someone's shaft.

⠀⠀“Your second hole to be fucked today,” You heard Suguru say, before getting another spank. “How does it feel to be slowly turned into our slut?” The feeling of someone inside you for the first time was unexpectedly pleasant. Everything was tight and wet between your legs, easily taking every thrust. Whoever was inside you was giving it to you lightly. At least for now. You looked up, seeing someone come closer to you. It was Nanami. He lifted your head by your hair, making you sob feeling tingling pain. He moved his tip over your cheek before pushing it inside your mouth.

⠀⠀You took it easy this time, knowing more about what to do. This time you tried to suck the dick, hollowing your cheeks around it and going over it with your tongue. “Fuck, Y/n,” he said, pushing farther. “You make it so fucking hard not to cum.” The moment he said it you felt how your pussy went empty for a moment before being filled again. You knew it was a different cock, Your pussy twitched to think of you being the slut and having your stepbrother’s friends’ thick cocks being switched out your wet dripping cunt and fucking you deep.

⠀⠀Your walls were stretched a little more now, the thrusts became rougher. It was the second dick inside your pussy and the second one you were sucking. You should’ve felt nasty and dirty, but instead, you only felt good, allowing them to enjoy your body like that. They both started moving faster, your mouth being fucked by Nanami, and my pussy being stretched by someone you couldn't see. But another intrusive feeling added up. You felt a cold slick touch over your asshole before someone's finger went inside it. You knew it was tighter than other holes, so it needed to stretch before being used. But you couldn't hold it anymore.

⠀⠀Your mind was hazy, your body hot and filled, taken and used. You made a deep sound, muffled by cock in your mouth, feeling your pussy getting tighter around the dick that was fucking you. “Fuckkk!” You heard the voice behind you. Nanami was only grabbing your hair tighter until he pushed his dick deeper than ever before and you felt his hot and thick cum filling up your mouth. You swallowed it all, licking over your lips when he wasn't longer inside you. You sat. Waited.

⠀⠀“What's next?” You asked, looking between them.

⠀⠀“What a cock-hungry slut we got for ourselves,” Satoru smiled. “You came so hard I almost finished inside you.”

⠀⠀“Now it's time to use all of your holes,” Suguru said. “Until they all filled with our cum.” You felt nervous, knowing it wouldn't be easy to take any of them inside your tight virgin asshole.

⠀⠀Suguru came to you, helping to get off the table. You moved to the couch, where he sat down, putting you over his lap. He pushed on your thigh, making you go down, feeling the tip of his dick on your asshole. “Relax and breathe out” he whispered, probing at the entrance. “I will ruin your hole in the sweetest way possible.”

⠀⠀You sobbed, feeling his tip inside, stretching out your asshole. There was still the whole shaft to get inside. Satoru and Nanami were looking with horny desire as you were taking their friend's cock up your asshole. Slowly, very slowly, you took him in fully, sitting on his lap with his cock inside you. His hands went around your legs, pushing your thighs up, opening your legs more. You knew what was about to happen.

⠀⠀Nanami went closer, pushing inside your wide-open pussy, making you moan and throw your head back. You felt their cocks rubbing inside you through the thin wall separating them. It was overwhelming and so fucking hot. But it wasn't all. Satoru stood on the side, making you move your head and take his fat cock inside your mouth. Now you were fully their slut, filled with their cocks and gladly being fucked.

⠀⠀They all started moving inside you together, making you moan and sob around Satoru's cock. Your body was touched everywhere— your thighs, your hips, your breasts. Touches were rough, squeezing and slapping you while your head was spinning from all their cocks fucking you from all sides.

⠀⠀You are sure you came around them more than once, your pussy tightening before relaxing for another round from them. But your tight holes were too good for them to handle for long. You felt them going faster, groaning and moaning all around you.

⠀⠀Satoru finished first, emptying his load inside your mouth, making you swallow, his sperm mixing up with the one you had already swallowed. Suguru and Nanami filled you up almost at the same time, their cocks going deep inside your ass and pussy before you felt their hot cum spilling there.

⠀⠀You were still sitting on Suguru's lap, breathing hard, with your body covered in handprints and red marks from spanking.

⠀⠀“Did you like being used like a sex doll, Slut?” You heard Satoru voice over you. “Yes. It was amazing,” was all I could say, feeling tired. Your holes were aching, your lips were puffed from sucking, but it was the best you ever felt. It feels amazing to lose your virginity to your overly gorgeous, hot, tall brother's best friend.

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Tell Me You Want Me | PJM (M)

❧ Summary: Spring break doesn’t mean much to you since you dropped out of college and joined the working world. This spring though, your parents demand you take off of work to join them for a family vacation along with your childhood friend’s family. You eagerly agree, both to see your best friend Sunyoung, but also to rekindle things with your hometown fling, Jimin.

With him being Sunyoung's brother, the two of you are used to keeping your hook-ups a secret from everyone, but this time, Jimin tries to keep a secret of his own from you: his new girlfriend. With some new (or are they old?) feelings stirring for Jimin, you can’t keep your hands of him, even knowing that he technically belongs to someone else. Cue the drama, the mess, and plenty of hurt feelings.

❧ Pairing: Best Friend’s Brother!Jimin x Female!Reader

❧ Genres/AUs: Angst, drama, smut, fluff, best friend’s brother au, friends w/benefits to lovers au

❧ Rating: 18+ (MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI. YOU WILL BE BLOCKED)

❧ Words: 20.7k 🫥

❧ Warnings: Infidelity, profanity, alcohol consumption, age gap (Jimin is 22, Y/n is around 26/27), sexting and exchanging nudes, oral (m & f receiving), handjob, fingering, public sex, jacuzzi sex, penetrative sex, dirty talk, choking, spitting, sub!Jimin, dom!Reader, a sneak peek of dom!Jimin

❧ Notes: FINALLY FINISHED!! Written for the Spring Break-ing the Rules project hosted by BTS Honey Hive! My destination was Cancun, Mexico. Huge, massive, giant thank you to @playmetheclassics and @cherrysoulth for being my amazing betas!! Thank you for reading through this mess - I loved reading all your commentary 😂❤️❤️ And an equally big thank you the talented @hobeemin for this gorgeous banner!! ❤️❤️

This fic kicked my ass lol but I’m happy with it. I tried 2 texting apps for any texting parts. I’m not sure if I like it more or less than just typing out the texts (mostly because both the apps I used are annoying lol) but hey something new!

And full disclaimer before diving in: Y/n and Jimin aren’t really meant to be “good” here lol. They’re toxic but that’s the point!! Anyway I also made a spotify playlist to go with it because why not!

Four and a half hours. That’s how long, at max, the flight from New York to Cancun, Mexico takes. On a good day, it’s quicker, but of course, this was not a good day. You wouldn’t have had such a problem with it if your flight hadn’t been delayed by two hours plus an unexpected layover in Florida. To add insult to injury, your headphones died mid-flight and you forgot your power bank to charge them. There were also more terrible, screaming children than necessary, plus your seatmates were an elderly woman that coughed the entire time and a man, in his fifties at least, that kept talking to you (see: hitting on you) the entire time.

By the time you exit the airport and get into a shuttle to the resort, you’re irritable and tired, but the prospect of seeing your parents and best friend again keeps your little bit of excitement alive and well.

The last time you saw your childhood best friend was a year ago for her birthday. New York living is expensive, especially when you’re a humble project manager at a tech start-up, so you don’t have the financial means to make it back home to Southern California as much as you’d like.

This spring break trip was organized by your parents as an excuse to get both Sunyoung’s and your family all together again. They even footed part of your plane ticket, which you’re grateful for. After you dropped out of college and left higher education in the past, you remember how you very nearly moved back home to figure out your next plan. Still, when one of your old roommates referred you to the tech company she had started at, you took the job and you’ve stayed on the East coast.

You wish more than anything that you didn’t regret leaving home to experience life somewhere new as an adult, but you can’t.

Most of the time, when you’re in your aged, cramped studio that you can barely afford, you want so badly to be back in your parent's house in California, surrounded by people that leave you. Instead of being alone with no support system. But your pride keeps that from happening so you fake enthusiasm anytime someone from home asks how you like the city.

Thankfully, the ride to the resort is much quicker and less aggravating than the flight so you don’t have much time to be alone with your thoughts, which relieves you. As you thank your driver and get your suitcase unloaded, you hear a voice call out to you.

Whipping around, you see a second shuttle pulling up to join you at the resort entrance. Sunyoung leaps out of the van as soon as it parks and throws herself into your arms.

“Y/n!” She squeals, and you return the enthusiasm.

Sunyoung has been your longest-running friendship since she and her family became your next-door neighbors when you were both nine. She and her family moved from South Korea because her parents wanted to give her and her then-five-year-old brother “the American dream.”

When you think of her brother at that moment, your eyes dart over her shoulder then as you watch him step out of the van, the sun reflecting off of his freshly dyed red hair.

The last time you saw Park Jimin was via an Instagram post a few weeks ago showcasing his new dye job. The color suited his beautiful features wonderfully, but when you texted him that, you received nothing in response. He’s another reason you said yes to this trip (not that either of your families can know).

Jimin has had a crush on you probably since he entered middle school and knew what a crush was. He was always your best friend’s annoying little brother to you. Constantly barging into her room when you were hanging out, pranking you whenever he had the chance, and making childish jokes when you were around.

As he got older, his childishness turned into shyness when he saw you, even going as far as to run out of the room if you were in it. Both of your families knew of his crush and teased him about it, but nothing much came of it because why would it?

When Jimin entered high school and you were about to graduate, he was bold enough to ask to be your date to his freshman prom. You turned him down of course, but that didn’t stop him from starting to be bolder in attempting to flirt with you. It was always playful and you thought nothing of it because again, he was your best friend’s little brother.

Things between you and Jimin changed when he graduated high school. You were already living in New York but flew back home for his graduation party. Not having paid much attention to Jimin’s social media, you hadn’t even noticed how puberty had changed him.

The whiny little boy with the glasses and bowl cut was replaced by an eighteen-year-old, lean yet fit man with blonde hair, piercings, and an intoxicating smile. When you walked into the Parks’ house that afternoon and caught sight of him talking to his mom in the kitchen you barely recognized him.

You spent all day sneaking glances, your brain barely comprehending that this is the same boy that cried when you hid a Spiderman toy from him years ago.

As if he had known you were confused at the sight of him, Jimin cornered you outside later that night after everyone had gone inside. To this day, your conversation seems like a blur to you. One minute you were congratulating Jimin on finally getting out of high school and the next, he was reaching forward and pulling you into a kiss.

It caught you off guard and probably lasted longer than it should, but when you finally pulled away, Jimin was embarrassed and mumbled apology after apology. He tripped over himself to explain how he’d always liked you, and since he was of age, maybe you wouldn’t see him as a kid anymore.

While you accepted his apology you still turned him down. He was your best friend’s little brother. He just graduated high school and you were four years older and you had literally grown up with him. To you, it would look weird and it was left at that.

Two years later he flew to New York citing he was thinking of going to dance school there. Naturally, you showed him around and let him stay on the couch in your apartment while your roommate was away. On his second night in the city, one minute you were talking about your favorite pizza place and the next he was kissing you again. And this time, you didn’t push him away and you didn’t tell him no. Jimin was 20 years old and so shy yet so confident with you and you couldn’t ignore how attracted to him you were.

You let Jimin kiss the breath out of you and fuck you into your mattress that night. You let him do it every night he stayed with you. Then, you let him text you and send you videos and pictures when he’s horny. It went from texts to phone sex to facetime calls where he cried for you while he came.

Each time you went home after that, even though it wasn’t often, you and Jimin found places to be alone together. You fucked in each other’s houses when your families were out. You gave him handjobs in his car. He ate you out in the bathroom of a grocery store when you were picking things up for a family barbeque. Anywhere you and Jimin could find to be alone you had sex. This continued virtually when you were away and Jimin became your longest-running friends-with-benefits relationship - somehow lasting two years.

It’d have been two and a half had Jimin’s communication with you not slowed down to the point where two weeks ago he went completely radio silent. He was barely replying to any of your messages and stopped answering video calls.

“Y/n?” Sunyoung’s voice pulls you out of your daze. You blinked hard a few times, unsure how long you were too far down into your memories.

“What?”

“I said, our parents want us all to eat lunch together, but we can do something after and you didn’t say anything for like a whole minute.”

“Shit, sorry, I’m just tired from that hell flight. I must’ve had a war flashback or something.”

Laughing, Sunyung loops her arm through yours. “Well, that’s nothing a cocktail or four can’t help!” She gives you a wink that you return while also trying to see what Jimin is doing.

“Good. I need to shower first because I feel so damn crusty.” Sunyoung agrees, gesturing to follow her to both of your parents still exiting the shuttle. After greeting both your parents and hers with lots of hugs and kisses, you anxiously await for Jimin to step around the van so you can see him fully.

He’s been leaning down into the car talking, and you’re getting a little impatient. It isn’t until you reach your hand up to wave at him that you see a head of dark hair emerge from the car, and you see it’s a girl. A girl that grips Jimin’s arm in the same way you do to him when he’s kissing the breath out of you.

She turns and makes eye contact with you sending an unsuspecting smile.

“Oh, Y/n, this is Jimin’s girlfriend, Momo. Momo, this is my best friend, Y/n!” You immediately make eye contact with Jimin, who looks away in record time. Looking at Momo again you greet her, plastering on an artificial smile.

Jimin has a girlfriend and he has never told you. Something that feels suspiciously like jealousy grips your stomach.

Your performance at lunch is Oscar-worthy. Every question from your parents or the Parks about your job is answered with smiles. You have an entertaining yet informative story for every inquiry from Sunyoung about your apartment and the city. No one around you is in tune with the blazing looks you keep sending Jimin’s way except him.

His brown eyes can’t help but dart to you every few minutes, only staying trained on you for mere seconds before he pulls himself away. Kudos to him as well, for keeping up his usual joking, outgoing demeanor even as you stare into his soul.

He’s been ghosting you for weeks because he has a girlfriend that he never once told you about.

“Still no one in your dating life, Y/n?” Your mom’s question has your eyes snapping from Jimin to her in record time.

“Mom!” You groan indignantly. “No,” you say quickly, rolling your eyes before your next line of questioning pops into your head. “But it looks like at least one of us have found someone?” The question is directed at Jimin and as the whole table looks his way, a red hue blossoms onto his round cheeks.

“Oh, uh yeah,” he says with a cough, avoiding you. Everyone laughs his behavior off as shyness, but you know the stuttering and nervousness are for you.

“We met in dance class last year,” Momo supplies, beaming at Jimin who is too busy stirring his lemonade. “He was too scared to ask me out so I had to do it a few months ago.” She laughs, everyone joining in, including you. She’s pretty - clear skin and light makeup, a brown bob with bangs that fit her face well. Dark eyes, round cheeks, and a cute smile - it’s clear why Jimin likes her. Her smiles and kindness seem genuine.

“Yeah, I’m surprised you agreed to come on vacation,” Sunyoung says to Momo. “I keep telling you, Jimin is way too messy to share a room with and a pain in the ass to be around twenty-four hours a day, but you’ll see. You’ve only been together for what, like six months? You’ll learn all you need to know so you can do better!” She cackles at her little brother, leaning over to poke him in the ribs as she makes fun of him. You smile and jest along with her, ignoring the thickness in your throat at knowing how long they've been dating.

After lunch, Jimin announces he’s going upstairs to get his swimsuit for the pool. Everyone else already brought theirs down or changed under their clothes before lunch so they decide to head outside. You follow, but at the last minute let out a curse with the excuse that you forgot yours too.

No one is any wiser as everyone heads out without you with the intent of claiming a spot for both families.

Jimin is already in the elevator when you reach it, but as you exit and start down the hall to your room, you see the redhead with his hands in his pockets, walking to his room.

“Jimin,” you call out with extra sweetness to your voice. He freezes in his tracks, spine straight as he waits for you to catch up. “Hi.” When you’re finally next to him, head tilted to look at his face you see just how panicked he looks with wide brown eyes staring at the floor.

“Hey.”

“You know it’s pretty fucked up to leave people on read for weeks. It’s even more fucked not to tell the person you’ve been sharing nudes with that you have an entire girlfriend at home.” Your tone is casual, but there’s still attitude behind your words.

“Y/n, I’m sorry, okay? I just didn’t know when or how to tell you.”

“You could’ve said something in the last six months. We’ve been cyber-fucking this entire time you’ve been with her, Jimin.” You stop walking when you reach his and Momo’s room.

“I don’t have any good explanation okay? I was just so nervous to tell you. I didn’t want to stop seeing you, but I also just, I don’t know, wanted someone at home with me. You’re so far away most of the time. I thought maybe if I said yes to the cute girl on campus that likes me, it’d help me.”

“Help you what? Have someone in real life to fuck when I’m not around?”

“Yes, b-but not like that!” Jimin turns to face you completely, looking at you with something unreadable in his eyes.

“I was hoping that she could fill the void that you don’t want to fill. The whole dating me part.”

Ouch. The implication is clear in his words. You refuse to commit to anything other than sex so he looked for someone else to fulfill his girlfriend needs. It’s not as though you don’t like Jimin for more than sex, you just haven’t unpacked those feelings fully, what with the desire to keep it such a secret trumping all else.

“Y/n, look, I like Momo, I do. We have a lot in common and my family likes her but…” He trails off, still not meeting your gaze.

“But what?”

“But she’s not you.” Jimin meets your eyes then, his words coupled with the look he’s giving you stirs something confusing inside of you. Shaking it off, you move close enough to Jimin so that his back presses against the door, ignoring the way your brain is asking if you really want to keep doing this.

You do.

“Sounds like you really missed me?” Jimin’s head nods frantically, his breath hitching when you slot your thigh between his. “Enough to cheat on your girlfriend, Minie?” The nodding stops and he seems to consider this for a few seconds before he breathes out a ‘yes’. You lean forward and kiss him after this, your gloss-covered lips working expertly against his chapped ones.

Jimin’s hands rest on your hips while yours move up to either side of his shoulders, caging him against the door.

The two of you stay like that for a while, making up for the time away from one another and the lust you feel whenever you’re in any proximity to one another.

When the elevator down the hall dings, you pull back, both of you panting while straightening your clothes.

“I missed you too, baby.” You whisper in his ear before fast-walking three doors down to your and Sunyoung’s room and slipping inside before whoever is in the elevator can catch a glimpse of you.

Once in the room, you let out a breath, and move to dig through your suitcase for your bathing suit. Jimin’s lips are a trap, and if not for the unwanted visitor, you’d have likely done more than kiss, but now isn’t the time.

Aside from the party downstairs waiting, your thoughts and feelings are a jumbled mess. Lust mixed with confusion mixed with guilt. Truth be told since you started this thing with Jimin, guilt was always in the back of your mind. Not telling anyone about the two of you weighed on you at times, especially when it came to Sunyoung. You don’t know quite what her reaction will be to her childhood best friend fucking her little brother, but you can’t imagine it’d be anything positive.

Then there are both of your parents who would have too many questions and thoughts, but a new blanket of shame takes over knowing that Jimin has had someone in his life other than you this whole time, so it’s a lot to take in. You do know that something in you hates the idea of Jimin being with someone else. You’re sure he fucks other people when you’re away from home because it’s not like you were exclusive, but you had only slept with a few other people. You haven’t dated anyone though and you didn’t think he would either, but that was proving to be a wrong assumption on your part.

With all of this in mind, for some reason, the idea of never sleeping with Jimin again seems terrible. Not kissing him or cuddling - it’s not something you can imagine just not doing anymore. Momo seems sweet, but you were here first to be fair. And clearly, Jimin still wants you, so as long as you continue to stay hush about it, maybe you can keep living with your guilt and your secrets since he apparently can too.

Everyone stays by the pool for a couple of hours before going back to their rooms to change for the evening music performance your parents want everyone to go to before dinner. Sunyoung already declares that she’ll be going to bed after, having had one too many cocktails at the pool. She’s already going on about, planning the morning yoga class the two of you will take tomorrow followed by breakfast and the spa. You let her go on all afternoon, both excited about spending time with her but also planning how and when you’ll get Jimin to yourself.

You too have a good number of drinks as you lounge and occasionally swim, all the while doing as much as you can to make sure Jimin looks at you in your bikini. You dunk underwater and pop back up in the sexiest way possible, his desperate eyes locked on your every movement. Anytime you need to bend down to climb out of the water, you do it where he can see and it seems to work.

When your families go to the recreation room in the resort to watch the show, you sit between Jimin and Sunyoung, keeping most of your body nonchalantly pressed against him. Each time you shift to talk to your parents next to him and Momo, your breasts purposely rub against his arm and every time, Jimin fidgets in his seat, doing his best to hide his discomfort.

The band onstage begins playing an upbeat, catchy song which, given the amount of alcohol most guests have been tossing back all day, quickly has people on their feet. As the beginning of the song plays, Sunyoung jumps up, pulling you with her to the dancefloor a short way away from the seats.

Your families clap along, cheering the two of you on as you move to the music, both of you laughing along while moving around one another. Your dress, a slinky, short, royal blue-colored slip number keeps perfectly moving around your curves, keeping Jimin entranced the whole time.

Even after a few more songs and well into dinner, Jimin seems to be different than when you arrived. Earlier, he so desperately kept himself from making eye contact, but now he practically does nothing other than watch your every move and hang onto your every word.

At one point, Sunyoung jokes with you during a bathroom break that she thinks her brother’s high school crush on you is coming back.

“It’s gross the way he was staring at you when we were dancing.” She sticks her tongue out as she washes her hands but you just chuckle.

“I would hope that anyone under the age of 40 was checking me out. I wore this dress for a reason!” You wink at her through the mirror and you both laugh, Sunyoung launching into how much she hopes she can get laid this trip. You agree, leaving out who of course, you hope it’ll be with.

To ensure this happens sooner rather than later, two hours later, when you’re back in your room and Sunyoung is in the shower, you decide to take a quick video for Jimin.

Once you hear her humming along to the soft sounds of one of her playlists, you turn the tv volume up a little more and sit on the chair in front of the room’s full-length mirror.

Taking position, you zoom the camera in to focus on your neck and down. After hitting record, your hand sensually slides from around your neck, down to your breast, and squeezes.

“Jimin,” you whisper into the phone. “I’ve missed you so much. I need you tomorrow.” Creeping your hand lower, you slowly zoom in, stopping at the bottom of your sleep shirt. You lift it, showing off your little shorts.

“Can you make time for me?”

Shirt between your teeth, you pull down the front of your shorts, wriggling them to your knees, and lean back in the chair. In this new position, you open your legs as wide as you can, giving Jimin a full view of your pussy before stopping the video. That’s all he deserves until tomorrow. He’s left you hanging for two weeks already so he can wait another night.

Video sent, you get back into bed, scrolling on Instagram until your phone vibrates with a text from Jimin.

A picture comes through not soon after and it’s exactly what you thought it’d be: a picture of Jimin holding his hard dick, his hand wrapped around it tightly.

Biting your lip, you clamp your thighs together, willing yourself to calm down. Resisting the strong urge to continue with him, you say goodnight, telling him to be patient and put your phone on the charger, letting your travel exhaustion force you to sleep.

Somehow, Sunyoung managed to set an alarm for the next morning so that you don’t miss yoga on the beach. Bleary-eyed, you get up (after she’s jumped on your bed for nearly five minutes) and change into comfortable clothes.

While you had initially been skeptical, seeing how you’d been going to the same yoga studio back home for a few years, it was enjoyable and you were in a much better mood. Afterwards, the two of you stuff yourselves with breakfast burritos and fresh-pressed juice before happily heading to the resort spa.

Sunyoung scheduled a whole package for the two of you complete with massages, seaweed wraps, facials, and a manicure and pedicure. It’s a much-needed pamper session and quality time you and your best friend needed.

New York City has been great for gaining more independence, but that’s about it. You’ve made a few decent friends at your job and from college, but you miss your family and your closest friends more than anything, and being with Sunyoung again reminds you of home and all the inside jokes and stories you share.

During your pedicures, the two of you recline with your facial masks, gossiping about people from high school that she still sees around. She’s talking about a guy that’s always had a crush on her and how she finally had sex with him when she shifts the conversation to you.

“Okay, so like, I know you told our parents you don’t have anyone in your life, but be honest with me.”

You fight the urge to open your eyes and keep cool. It’s not the first time you’ve feared being found out by her.

“Why do you think I’m not being honest?”

“Y/n, I’ve known you since we were barely stringing together coherent sentences. I’ve had a feeling you’ve been seeing someone for a while, but you just never told me. I could be wrong and my best friend radar could be shit now, but I don’t think that’s the case.”

Unfortunately for you, her senses are still as sharp as ever. She’s staring at you, gaze unwavering as she waits for your answer, so you make the split decision to tell her a half-truth.

“Fine. I’ve been sleeping with someone, but it’s completely casual.”

Sunyoung aggressively shuffles in her seat and when you crack an eye open to look at her, she’s beaming back at you looking victorious.

“I knew it! I always know these things, especially about you! I don’t know why you’d be dumb enough to try and hide it from me. Now tell me all about them, you filthy liar.”

Letting out a sigh, you adjust in your chair to look at her, your mind working overtime to form the words to tell her what you can without blowing your cover.

“Well, I met him through a friend of mine at work. He’s her cousin and it hasn’t been anything serious, but we’ve been messing around.”

“Okay, and how long has that been going on?”

“Like two years I think.”

Sunyoung chokes on her water, apologizing to her nail tech for jolting so suddenly in her seat.

“I’m sorry, you’ve been fucking him for two years and you’re only friends with benefits?! Bullshit.”

“What do you mean bullshit?”

“You’re not about to sit here and tell me you’ve been messing around with someone for two years and there isn’t something more there.”

“I mean, there isn’t! We’re only sleeping together.”

“Yeah because one of you is too scared to do anything else.” She shrugs, eyeing you intensely over her water bottle.

You blink at her, a frown forming. “I don’t think so, girl. I think this is just easier.”

Sunyoung rolls her eyes. “Easier for who? Did you tell each other it’s easier? Or do just you think it's easier?”

“When did it become about just me?” You scoff, a strange discomfort overcoming you as the conversation progresses. Yes, it’s easier for you to just sleep with and sext Jimin. Who he’s related to aside, you’re on opposite sides of the country and long-distance is messy. Plus you’ve only ever briefly considered dating Jimin, but nothing can happen. Your arrangement works for both of you.

“It’s not just about you, but I want you to know you just had a whole mini-monologue these last few seconds. There was nothing behind those eyes.” Sunyoung laughs at the huff you let out as you turn to hide your expression.

“I forgot you’re weird and intuitive when you want to be. Stop it,” you half-joke.

“Nope, never. I just know a lot about people and their feelings. You’re lucky I can’t read minds because I would tell you so much more about yourself than I do now.” Your best friend winks at you before telling her nail tech she has to use the bathroom.

“And by the way,” Sunyoung says as she gingerly stands up. “I’m not trying to make you feel bad or anything about what you have going on with this guy. I’m sure you both have your reasons for keeping it friends-with-benefits for so long, but it may be worth thinking about how you really feel and maybe having a discussion with him about it. I have a feeling you really need to straighten things out.” She shrugs before scurrying off in her slippers.

You lay back and digest her words. Sunyoung has always had a habit of knowing you almost better than you know yourself. On one hand, dating Jimin would be much less of a pain in the ass - no more hiding and keeping so many secrets. Plus all the guilt about hiding it would vanish and finally let you breathe.

But you can’t date. He’s your best friend’s little brother. It would be a lot to explain and to navigate, and he has a whole-ass girlfriend here with him. You tell yourself once again that friends with benefits is easier for both of you and that it’s what you both want.

With freshly painted toes and fingers and relaxed muscles, you and Sunyoung leave the spa in search of lunch. You decide on a little Italian restaurant at the resort and run into both of your parents and eat with them.

“We’re heading out to do some shopping after we eat. What are you girls up to?” Your dad asks, stealing a forkful of pasta off of your plate.

You swat at his hand. “I was thinking of taking a nap. Today relaxed me too much so now I don’t want to do anything.” You lie, having already texted Jimin earlier today formulating when to meet.

“Boo! I wanted to go boating! They have a little marina and they’ll take you out and let you see dolphins.” Sunyoung gives you a thumbs down.

“You know I don’t like boats.”

“I thought you grew out of that!”

“Have you ever seen me on a boat other than our middle school graduation where I cried and found out I was in fact, scared of being on boats?” Your best friend pouts, sighing dramatically.

“Fine! I’ll see if Jimin and Momo want to go with me.” Sunyoung pulls out her phone at the same time you glance at yours under the table.

When you sat down for lunch, Jimin texted you, saying that he was still trying to convince Momo to go out and do something without him so you could come to his room. Sunyoung wanting to go boating works out in your favor because she soon announces that Momo is going with her because Jimin isn’t feeling well.

“What going on?” His mom seems worried.

“Oh, he said he may have been out in the sun too long while they were at the pool earlier today.”

Mrs. Park tsks. “I bet he didn’t put on any sunscreen. I warned him.”

“Yeah well luckily Momo came and she’s not afraid of boats!” Sunyoung playfully sticks her tongue out at you and you return the gesture.

Lunch goes by slowly, anticipation building at the prospect of finally being alone with Jimin. Momo joins you all to meet Sunyoung as you finish eating. The goodbyes are quick, your mom reminding everyone to be back to have dinner together. Sunyoung promises to text when she’s on her way, threatening you to be ready so you can do something fun.

The group waves at one another and as soon as you see everyone get into separate resort vans, you turn on your heel and walk as conspicuously yet quickly as you can to the elevators.

The ride to the seventh floor seems much too long, but as soon as the doors open, you’re sprinting to Jimin’s room and knocking.

He opens the door a second later and you’re on him immediately. You barely get the door closed with your foot, but you manage to do so and fumble behind you for the lock. With one leg behind you, you lose your balance and knock Jimin against the wall as your mouths move together feverishly.

The kisses you share are sloppy and frantic but that’s exactly how you feel. It’s been a year since you’ve got to touch Jimin, to kiss Jimin, and you want to make up for missed time and so much more.

When your lungs begin to burn, you pull away, both of you gasping for air. You lean down into Jimin’s neck, teeth nipping at his soft skin.

“I’m still a little annoyed with you and this whole girlfriend situation you know.” The word is enunciated with a harsh bite.

Jimin yelps. “Y/n, I - ah!”

You lightly chuckle at his outburst, licking the red skin. “The girlfriend you didn’t tell me about.”

“Y/n, I’m sorry.”

“All this time, you were saying you missed me. I don’t know if I believe you.” You pout up at him as your fingers undo his white button-down. Jimin’s eyes follow as you slide the shirt off of his toned shoulders.

You’d nearly forgotten how beautiful Jimin’s body is. His lithe, dancer’s body trembling under your fingertips. Mouth watering, you tear your gaze away and find the button of his shorts.

“I did miss you!”

“And what exactly did you miss about me?”

Jimin lets out a shaky breath. “Every part of you. Your soft skin how hood you always smell, your pretty hands, your thighs… so thick and warm.” He ends his sentence with a sigh as you let his shorts fall to the floor. He’s already so hard, his length straining against the fabric of his underwear. The two of you have been sexting all day whenever Sunyoung was barely looking, so you’re both plenty pent up.

“And I bet you miss what’s between my thighs.” Your tone is sweet yet authoritative, just the way Jimin likes you to treat him when you’re together like this.

“Fuck, yes I do.” He grunts when you run a finger over his print.

“Well, I suppose you can make it up to me.”

He answers in a rush, saying he’ll do anything that you want. You let out a giggle at his desperation, hiding your own.

“How about you make me cum then, Minie? Eat me out and I’ll think about forgiving you.”

Jimin doesn’t even answer, instead grabbing for you and practically dragging you to the bed, tossing you onto it. He’s on you in an instant, pillow lips kissing your neck as he works to undo the knot on the crop top you’re wearing. Once the fabric is open, he pulls down your bandeau, lavishing your collarbones and breasts with open-mouth kisses.

Your back arches when he greedily takes a nipple into his mouth, suckling each one for a while before he keeps going down to eagerly get to your shorts. Lifting yourself from the bed you help him shimmy your shorts and panties off and in an instant, he’s burying his face in your crotch.

Jimin lets out a groan as he loudly inhales your scent, such a lewd act having you clench around nothing. He doesn’t leave you wanting for long though, as he then licks a stripe from your entrance up to your clit, and before you have a chance to process that, his lips take a hold of your clit as he sucks and flicks your sensitive bud with his tongue.

“Oh!” You can’t help but wriggle in his grasp as he takes a hold of your thighs, delving his tongue between your folds, mouth moving as if you’re his last meal.

Jimin slurps at your pussy, grunting and sighing while he works. Your eyes slip close and your fingers find his red strands, yanking him impossibly closer.

“Shit, Jimin, you’re so good with your mouth. You love eating my pussy that much huh?”

“Mmph!” He answers, not leaving his position, his tongue now pistoning in and out of you. Jimin angles his head so that with every move, his nose rubs against your clit, the dual stimulation bringing you that much closer.

“Yes, yes, yes, just like that, Minie! Don’t stop!” Your words are pleading and he obliges, never having been able to say no to you.

Less than a minute later, your back is arching as shockwaves shoot through you, and you let out a scream of Jimin’s name. You cum hard enough that you’re still shaking under him, but he doesn’t stop. Instead, Jimin moves again, his mouth suctioning around your clit as he easily slides a finger into your wet hole.

Instinctively, your body tries to shrink away, but he doesn’t let you. He keeps a strong grip on your hips as he fingers you, quickly stuffing another finger into you. Torn between dragging him closer again and pushing him away, you settle for resting one of your legs on his shoulder. You keep a hold on his hair, your rapidly approaching your second orgasm already making you feel as if you’ll float away.

This is why you can’t leave him alone. His hands, his mouth, his everything keeps your body aching for him and only him. You’ve never been touched or kissed or fucked by any other person as good as the way Jimin does. The two of you barely needed to have any conversation about what the other liked and didn’t like when you started sleeping together. Somehow you, and especially he just knew.

Does that make you selfish? Absolutely, but how can you find it in yourself to call it quits when Jimin can leave you nothing but a sweaty, ruined wreck before even properly fucking you?

The second time you cum, is even harder than the first and actually makes your muscles sore from tensing so hard as you make a mess on Jimin’s fingers. He gasps for air as he finally lets your sore clit out of his mouth, only to move back down to your entrance to clean you up.

You whine at the overstimulation but let him finish, finally pushing him away when he attempts to dive back in for the third time.

“That’s enough for now, you maniac!” You laugh, seeing your juices glisten on his chin as he smiles up at you. Upon seeing him, something stirs in your heart instead of your crotch, but you will it away.

Instead, you sit up, pulling Jimin’s face to yours in a bruising kiss. You reach for his crotch, feeling just how hard he is and he mewls into your mouth.

“You’re so good to me, Minie,” you break away, placing kisses on his ear and neck. “Can I reward you?”

“Please!” He begs, his needy tone already causing wetness to pool between your thighs again.

The two of you make quick work to switch positions, Jimin now on his back against the pillows as you settle between his legs, yanking his underwear off.

His girthy cock is so hard it’s bright red, pre-cum dribbling out as soon as your hand ghosts over it. Jimin is panting as he watches you tease him, pout intensifying as he watches you stroke him with barely any pressure.

Deciding to be nice and not play with him, you lean down and slowly take him into your mouth, inch by inch until he’s in as far as you can fit him.

“Y/n!” He keens as soon as you wrap your lips around him, your hand grasping what your mouth doesn’t reach. Hollowing your cheeks, you begin to bob on his cock, the slurping from your mouth and the babble from Jimin above you filling your ears as you close your eyes and concentrate.

Truth be told, you’ve never been a fan of giving blowjobs, but as with so many other things, it all comes back to Jimin. He’s so different in every way from anyone else. You don’t mind the weight on your tongue with the way that Jimin becomes boneless and pliant whenever his dick is in your mouth.

He’s generally boisterous and goofy with everyone around you, but when he’s with just you, that dies down. He’s still lively and chatty but on a softer scale. It’s then when he’s under you like this, completely submitting to you and whatever you want, that he becomes the most soft-spoken version of himself you’ve ever seen. He’ll let you do anything you want to him as long as it’s safe and makes him feel good, so you do.

Besides, how could you deny him when he cries out your name in such a desperate, beautiful way that he does now?

“Please, please, Y/n!”

“Hmm? Need something, Minie?” You lift just enough to speak, before deciding to take back what you thought earlier about being nice and relaxing your throat to swallow him down, deep enough that your nose grazes his pubic hair.

“Ahh!” He bucks his hips up out of reflex, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat. “S-sorry! I’m sor-!” His apology is quick, but you still reach down and grip his balls harshly as a small punishment for choking you which cuts off his sentence, gagging on his words.

Jimin’s eyes lock back on you, your hand back to stroking what’s not in your mouth while you massage his balls. He’s very clearly pleading without words and you already know he’s close to cumming just from your mouth alone.

Just to fuck with him a little more, you pull back from him just enough to wrap your lips around his cockhead and suck hard, nibbling at the overly sensitive skin just a little.

“Y/n, please! I need you so badly. I wanna fuck you!” He sounds close to tears and that’s when you decide it’s time to put you both out of your misery.

“You have to fuck me good,” you say around him. “Make up for lost times.”

Jimin, bites his bottom lip into his mouth, nodding his head furiously. “Mmhmm. I will, I will!”

With a smirk, you let go of him with a ‘pop,’ and position yourself over his cock. You’re more than ready to cum again, your pussy aching to be filled with him, so you follow his instructions as to where his condoms are in his suitcase. Once the rubber is snug on him, you carefully sink down, burying him inside of you in one go.

Both of you let out identical sounds of relief at finally getting to the best part. Hands planted on his firm chest, you start to move your hips with enough force to jolt the whole mattress.

“Ah! Y/n, so good,” Jimin cries out, his large hands reaching out to grip your thighs as he fixates on your tits bouncing with each jerk of your body.

“Fuck, Minie. You’re so big, you stretch me out so good.” Your voice is thick with arousal and neediness, matching his.

Everything else around you melts away as you ride Jimin, both of you filling the room with a harmony of moans and squelches. The air around you is hot, almost stifling while you lose the rhythm you built up, the pleasure making you unable to concentrate on your movements.

“Oh, Jimin I’m so close,” You rasp out, voice already sore.

He takes this as his cue to plant his feet on the bed better and begin thrusting up, bouncing you on his cock faster. You’re breathless now, head swimming with nothing but the way Jimin always fills you up just right and knows how to make you feel good.

One of your hands scrambles to find your clit, desperately chasing the end as both of your bodies begin to tremble in tandem.

Your other manicured hand trails up Jimin’s chest to his throat as you wrap your hand around and squeeze. His brown eyes widen before rolling into the back of his head, plump lips falling open. His hips pick up speed, moving so ferociously that you nearly lose your balance and fall off him.

Eyes closed and hips bucking wildly, Jimin looks so deliciously sinful underneath you. His mouth hangs open as you loosen your grip slightly, letting him take a deep gulp of air. You can’t help leaning over and pursing your lips so that a glob of spit drips from your mouth and into his open one. Jimin greedily closes his mouth, and you feel him swallow under your palm, not missing a beat.

“You’re such a good boy for me. I want you to cum with me, baby boy.” Your words are ragged, but still, make Jimin react as his breath hitches. This is what sets him over the edge, and he shoves upwards, hipbones digging into your thighs as he fills the condom inside of you, his cock pulsating as he does.

Releasing your grip on his throat, you brace your hand on his chest again for balance as you cum as well, your eyes crossing as your body nearly falls forward at the force, your yelp mixing with the exquisite, breathy sounds Jimin is making.

When the gyration of your hips is too much for both of you, you ease yourself up and off of his lap, toppling onto the mattress next to him. The only sound in the room is your labored breathing as you collect yourselves.

“I missed you. So much,” Jimin finally says. The tone in his words is laced with something different. Something that he’s presented you with before, but this time, it sits heavier in your chest than before. Jimin still has feelings for you - that has never changed from day one together, but you never get into what you feel. Mostly because, your feelings for Jimin are complicated, especially now with a girlfriend in the mix.

In an attempt to change the mood, you roll over and grab your phone, seeing texts from Sunyoung with photos of her and Momo in their lifejackets and the ocean behind them.

“Looks like your sister and girlfriend are enjoying the boat.” You say ‘girlfriend’ in a way that makes Jimin sigh.

“Y/n, I said I was sorry! Seriously I know I should’ve told you about Momo.”

“I’ve never been the other woman with anyone. It feels wrong.” You voice out loud, and you mean it. Remorse that you’ve been causing him to hurt this girl who seems to genuinely like him gnaws at your brain again.

“Hey, hey, I’m sorry okay? This kind of just spiraled out of control and I don’t wanna make excuses for myself, but I just wasn’t thinking right when she asked me out. I was just thinking about you and didn’t wanna lose you.” His expression is serious, matching the certainty in his tone.

“Jimin, I believe you, but if you want me still, you have to break it off with Momo. You shouldn’t just keep her around to be a placeholder.”

“I will! If you want me to, I’ll break up with her. When do you want me to?”

“Uh, I don’t know. When do you think you should?”

Scratching the back of his neck nervously he breaks your gaze, staring at the ceiling.

“Well, uh, I mean I don’t think I should do it while we’re here, I mean that’d be hella awkward wouldn’t it? We just got here and I at least want her to have a good vacation, you know?”

Frowning, you mull his words around in your head. If he breaks up with her now, on day two of vacation, they still have the rest of the week to awkwardly be around each other and your families. He has a point, that maybe he should at least let her enjoy the week before breaking things off.

“I guess so. But does that mean we should stop -”

“Please don’t say that!” Jimin cuts you off. “I just, I can’t go this whole week without kissing or touching you. I’ve already had to wait months to be with you again. I’ll go crazy having you so close and not being able to do anything. I know it’s wrong, but can we please keep being terrible people for just a few more days? I need you.”

Jimin’s distraught, the idea of this being the only time he gets to be in bed with you distressing him.

Against your better judgment (including your conscious which is so loudly reminding you how terrible cheating is) after just a few seconds you break down, agreeing you won’t stay away. You’ve already fooled around for the first six months of his relationship, so what’s another week?

“Fine. But you need to end it with her when you get home, okay?”

“Thank you!” His eagerness makes you laugh. You smile up at him and he returns it tenfold, his eyes disappearing with the gesture.

“Want to take a nap with me before we have to be perceived by our families again?” Jimin jokes, clearly really wishing you’ll say yes.

“Sure, Minie.” He eagerly rolls back over on his back, opening his arm to beckon you over to him. Phone in hand you oblige, helping him take off the used condom first, then snuggling into his embrace.

It’s completely normal to cuddle and sleep with your friend with benefits. You and Jimin have done it before and it doesn’t make things weird. You tell yourself over and over as you drift off.

“Jimin?!” A call of Jimin’s names has both of you jolting up, wide-eyed and alert. “Jimin! The deadbolt is on!” Momo’s voice calls to Jimin from the other side of the hotel door. You and he share one single look before you fling yourselves from the bed, scrambling for your clothes.

He gives you a panicked look as his phone rings from under your shirt, Momo’s picture showing on the screen. You toss him his phone as you pull your bandeau and shirt on, desperately scrounging around for your panties.

“Hello?” He clears his throat when he answers while pulling his shorts up.

“You’re in the room, but you’re not opening the door! I heard your phone.”

“Shit, sorry, I’m in the bathroom, but I’ll be right out.” You’re both clothed then, but the realization that you’re trapped in the hotel room with him with only one way out hits you.

“Hurry up. I want to shower, before dinner.”

“Okay, I’ll only be a few seconds.” He hangs up and looks as though he’s ready to cry.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” you whisper to soothe him. “Look, I’ll get under the bed. When she’s in the bathroom, I’ll make a run for it, okay?”

Pouting, Jimin agrees and he goes to unlock the door as you crawl underneath the hotel bed.

You listen as Momo comes into the room. The sound of them sharing a kiss has your face scrunching in discomfort.

“Ew, Jimin, did you just puke or something? Your face smells weird.” Momo smelling you on her boyfriend makes you both mortified and oddly prideful.

“Huh? Oh! Yeah, I did, sorry. I wasn’t feeling great, but I’m alright now.”

“If you start to feel icky at any point tonight let me know,” she coos at him before walking across the room to the bathroom. “I’m just going to shower then we can get ready and go.” As you’re about to crawl out, you see her feet appear again. Luckily you’re half out on the floor on the side of the bed that she can’t see. “You can join me if you want to of course. We have plenty of time before we have to meet everyone else.” What you presume to be Momo’s tube top falls to the floor and from where you are you can see Jimin gawking at her.

“Yeah. Okay. Let me just um, make sure my phone is charging.”

“M'kay. But don’t leave me waiting.” Her feet disappear into the bathroom again and when you hear the sound of the shower you scurry out and dash across the floor on all fours to get past the bathroom door and to the room door.

Before you sneak out, Jimin leans out to kiss you, not caring that he just did the same to another woman.

“See you at dinner.” He says with a smile. He pokes his head out into the hallway before you, citing it was clear and you slink out, giving him a final kiss before rushing to your room. The shower is running when you enter so you call out to Sunyoung.

“Hey!”

“Y/n? Where were you? I came in and you weren’t here.”

“Oh yeah, I wanted a pre-dinner snack so I went downstairs to grab something. I lost track of time.”

“Answer your phone next time! I know you don’t like boats but I brought you a dolphin shirt anyway!” You glance at the shirt on your bed, another rush of guilt washing over you. Your best friend was thinking about you while she was doing an activity that you were afraid of while you were fucking her brother.

An unpleasant feeling swirls in you as you couple this with nearly getting caught not even five minutes ago and you spend far too long standing in the middle of the room. Should you keep doing this? Is this crushing remorse worth it? You’re conflicted and start to descend into a heavy conversation with yourself when Sunyoung calling your name stops that in its tracks.

“What?” You yell back, louder than intended.

“I asked if you wanted to shower too. I’m almost done.”

“Oh, yeah, I will,” you nod even though she can’t see you. Seeing how you’re still covered in your and Jimin’s sweat from earlier, you realize how gross you feel.

“Alright, I’ll leave the water on!” You get ready for your shower, trying to talk yourself out of the headspace you’re entering. You’ll do some more soul-searching later, but for now, you want to carry on the rest of the evening as if your life is normal. Thoughts of Jimin and what you do with him will have to wait.

Your Jimin thoughts intrude quicker than you wanted them to. When you meet the families downstairs for dinner. Everyone is dressed fairly formally since your parents scheduled a wine tasting after dinner. Jimin and Momo join you and Sunyoung in the elevator and you have to pinch yourself to stop staring at him. Form-fitting black slacks hug his muscular thighs and ass. A black button-down with the sleeves rolled up and the top two buttons undone. You’re convinced he’s doing this on purpose - that he remembers just how much you appreciate it when his clothes fit him just right.

During dinner, your families sit at a large round table and somehow you’ve lucked out sitting across from Jimin. You can’t stop yourself from teasing him, seizing this opportunity to slip your shoe off and rest your foot against his thigh.

He jumps, using the excuse that he felt a chill.

“Maybe if you weren’t walking around with your shirt open like you’re somebody,” Sunyoung snorts.

Jimin sneers at his sister. “I look better than you.”

“In your fucking dreams. Shut up and put your pepperoni nipples away.”

“Fuck off!”

“Hey, both of you shut up!” Mr. Park chides his kids. Both Jimin and Sunyoung shoot each other one last dirty look before Sunyoung turns to talk to you. You do your best to listen and ignore yet another negative wave of emotion rolling over you. That back-and-forth reminds you once again of who Jimin is. You watched him and Sunyoung argue with one another since Jimin was in elementary school. And his dick was in your mouth mere hours ago.

You toss your glass of champagne back, telling yourself as loud as you can to stop. “Stop with so many self-realizations and just enjoy your vacation! It’s only the second night!”

You’re determined to listen to yourself, and you do so through the rest of dinner. Even after that, when your families move to another large room for the wine tasting. You and Sunyoung giggle and chat over glass after glass, focusing on nothing but you and her.

By the end of it, you have a sufficient buzz going, and you’re feeling much better. You go to bed easily, falling asleep in no time with much less stress than you had earlier.

Wine can only do so much for you. You quickly learn as the next few days go by. When you’re not with Sunyoung or with your parents or both families, you’re taking any opportunity to be alone with Jimin. Whether it’s letting him finger you in the stairwell when everyone was spread about the resort or sucking him off in the bathroom while everyone was waiting for their desserts after dinner.

Your time at the resort is only a week, so even though your conscious is beating your ass every time you sneak away, your pussy refuses to listen, only focused on the feeling and the sensation that is Jimin.

The only problem is after you both get what you want, you’re distracted by how terrible you feel afterwards. After sleeping with Jimin as long as you have been, you’ve been able to expertly suppress any negative feelings about what you’re doing. This week has been incredibly trying on you, but you can’t pinpoint why (or, rather, you refuse to acknowledge why).

Is it because this time away was supposed to be about spending time together and having fun with your family, but you’ve only been focusing on getting off? Or is it because you know that after you make Jimin cum, he’s going to sleep next to another woman who may also do the same for him on the same day?

It’s likely to be both of these things, coupled with how long this secret has been festering, but you can’t stop. It’s selfish and it makes you sound as though you have a sex addiction, but your body responds to Jimin in a way that you can’t replicate with anyone else and you crave it, so in a way, you are addicted to him.

You crave it so badly that in between scuba diving and shopping you’re holing up somewhere secret for a quick fuck. You can barely keep track of the lies you’ve told Sunyoung or your parents this week, but you know it’s more than you think you’ve ever lied to the same people in such a short amount of time.

Even with all of the acknowledgment that what you’re doing is wrong and with all the people impacted around you in mind, you still text Jimin on the second to last night of your stay at the resort and tell him to meet you at the jacuzzi outside around midnight.

During the day, both families have a beach day and with everyone staying in the sun most of the day, playing volleyball and frisbee, everyone is more than ready for bed after dinner. Your dad reminds everyone that tomorrow is your last day and therefore will be a family day. Knowing that this may be your last opportunity with Jimin since tomorrow night, you’ll likely be too focused on family and packing to leave the next morning.

You and Sunyoung watch a movie before bed and once it’s over and she’s sound asleep, you creep out of the room, already having put on your bathing suit underneath, and tip-toe into the hallway and to the elevator.

Jimin is already sitting on the edge of the hot tub, shirt off and feet in the bubbling water.

“I didn’t think you’d beat me here,” you chuckle, your voice making him jump.

“Oh! Yeah, Momo went to bed early because she thinks she has food poisoning.”

“And instead of caring for her you’re here with another woman.” You shake this thought away, pulling off your pajamas and watching the way Jimin’s face lights up at the sight of your light blue bikini that leaves so little to the imagination.

You toss your clothes on the pool chair with his things and don’t miss how he watches intently as you step into the hot tub and lower yourself into the water. When you beckon him in with a crook of your finger, he hurries in next to you, his chest pressed against your arm. The two of you sit in comfortable silence for a few minutes, watching as the few other couples out for a night swim a few feet away from you go back inside, leaving just you and Jimin outside. The sky is dark, but the stars are shining bright enough that it’s not pitch-black. The outdoor area is equipped with fancy-looking string lights around and the smell of the ocean lingers with how close the resort is.

The whole thing would be romantic if your relationship with Jimin wasn’t what it is.

“Tomorrow’s the last day of vacation.” Jimin mumbles. When you glance at him, his head is reclining against the built-in headrest.

“Yeah, it is. And it’s family day. I think our parents want us to go on a tour or something.”

“We’ll barely be able to spend time together, and tomorrow you’re going to get on a plane and go back to New York.” His words are low and sullen. Each time you’ve been hooking up when you’re together in person, he always gets in a gloomy mood towards the end. He’s happy to be with you but never looks forward to when you leave.

He’s pouting up at the sky, likely too much in his head. To distract him (and yourself to be honest) you shift to turn and place small kisses on his neck. The water lets you easily slot yourself between his legs as you move up to kiss him.

Jimin wraps his arms around your waist pulling you closer, his tongue immediately poking out to rub against your lips. You open your mouth, letting Jimin in, both of you messily making out, your hands grasping at any wet body part you can touch.

The sounds of the night dissolve around you as you melt into Jimin, savoring every clash of teeth and tongue since you may not get much of a chance tomorrow.

When you finally pull away, you press your forehead against his, both of you catching your breath.

“I need you, Y/n,” He juts his hips forward, to emphasize his words, the hardness in his pants knocking into your leg. “Since this could be our last chance for a while.”

Your eyes quickly take in your surroundings. The two of you are still the only ones outside that you can see. Most of the windows overlooking the pool are dark and/or have their curtains pulled tight. Any open curtains are on much higher floors, way too high for anyone to look outside and see what’s going on.

“Fine, but we have to be quick. We don’t want anyone coming outside and seeing us.”

Nodding Jimin agrees, his hands immediately reaching out to grab your waist. He slips a hand easily into your bathing suit bottom, his warm fingers flicking your clit.

“Ah-” Jimin’s lips land on yours, muffling the yell you nearly let out. He keeps kissing you as he picks up the pace, pinching at your bud a few more times before slipping a finger inside of you with ease.

“Gotta stretch you out for me, princess.” Your eyebrows shoot up at the pet name, but you don’t object. Jimin sounds nervous saying it, but your reaction gives him the confidence he needs, his finger moving faster. He brings his thumb up to rub your clit, making you bury your face in his neck to stifle another moan.

Not knowing where to put your hands you decide to pull his swim trunks down enough for his cock to pop out and wrap a hand around him to start stroking him.

“Fuck…” he hisses the word, his fingers slowing down for a second before he recovers to begin again.

The two of you kiss again, spending who knows how long exactly whining into each other’s mouth, working one another up.

You jerk him off rougher, his body shaking against you and he has to grab your wrist to stop.

“I want to cum in you, not in your hand,” Jimin says matter of faculty. “Hang on.” He turns, twisting and stretching his body enough to grab the leg of the chair holding with your things and pull it closer. He digs around in his pant pocket for a second before coming back with a condom.

You let out a snicker, watching him tear it open and roll it on.

“Did you plan to fuck me in the hot tub this whole time?”

Sheepishly he shakes his head. “No, I promise I didn’t! I was just hoping that we would find somewhere to use it. I wasn’t going to be picky where.” He gives you a tiny smile, hoping you still want to go.

“That’s fine…I was going to find somewhere to have you take me too,” you admit.

That’s all the reassurance Jimin needs. His lips are on your neck as he pumps himself underwater.

“Pull your bottoms to the side for me,” he whispers, the huskiness in his voice immediately making you quiver and do as he says.

Jimin’s cockhead grazes your thigh, then your clit, before it breaches your entrance, Jimin bottoming out immediately. Neither of you moves for a moment, letting your walls adjust to him.

Shakily, you tell him to move, and he does, starting slow, the water around you barely rippling. For a better angle, you hop a little with enough force to wrap your legs around his waist. Jimin turns, still inside you, so that your back is against the jacuzzi wall. He uses this new position to move faster, trapping you between his body and the wall.

Soon enough, Jimin stops being gentle, driving his cock into you deeper with each thrust and taking your breath away each time.

“O-oh, fuck, Jimin!” It’s a louder cry than you intend, both of you peeking around, but he doesn’t falter. Once again, he swallows any more of your sounds with his mouth.

“You can cum if you’re quiet, princess.” The mere authoritative tone has your eyes rolling back as you nod your head. You’re so used to being the one that demands, more or less, that you never thought about Jimin taking on that role. You’ll desperately need to let Jimin take the lead more often.

One of Jimin’s hands is still holding under your ass while the other wedges between your bodies to rub your clit again, and you’re already embarrassingly close to cumming.

Whining into his mouth makes both his hand and finger move quicker, pushing you to the end. Mumbling his name, the tight coil in the pit of your stomach snaps, as you cling for dear life to Jimin. Your nails accidentally dig into his shoulder as you do and he hisses in response.

“Y/n..” This time his words are back to a whimper. “So tight around my cock!” Jimin’s fingers dig into your ass and your thigh as he throws his head back body shaking with his own orgasm as he bites down on his bottom lip.

“Yes, come on, Minie, fill me up.” You pepper his neck with kisses as you rock your hips softly, letting him ride out his pleasure.

A few more choked moans slip past his plump lips as he comes down, carefully slipping his softening cock out of you. You kiss once more, the jacuzzi now starting to feel too warm.

“Y/n, I miss you already.”

Smiling, you reach up to brush back his sweaty bangs.

“I’m gonna miss you too you know. This week flew by too fa -”

“Hey! No!” A rush of voices from behind both of you has you leaping apart. Jimin fumbles to tuck himself back into his swim shorts and you have to quickly pull your bikini bottoms back into place.

Two men and a woman dressed in the resort’s employee attire are yelling at you and Jimin as they approach. The woman points to a sign behind you that you hadn’t even noticed. There is a list of things it clearly says you aren’t allowed to do which include not bringing glass drinks to the hot tub, not being naked, and no “inappropriate activities.” Above the sign is a security camera and upon seeing it, embarrassment takes over from head to toe. The fear of them witnessing you and Jimin having sex in the hot tub makes you want to vomit.

“We’re sorry! So sorry!” You and Jimin talk over yourselves, apologizing over and over again.

“Out!” The woman says, beckoning you both to get out of the hot tub and you do without question.

She explains that since you and Jimin broke such an unsanitary rule, the resort will be charging you a clean-up and disinfectant fee. The account that the room is under will be charged. You nearly burst into tears, begging her to pay it upfront since you already know your dad is going to question the additional fee on the receipt. The employee says no, it has to be the card on file. She warns you not to let it happen again or you’ll be banned from the resort - not that you think you’ll even ever return after this.

You attempt to plead to her once more when the sound of the fire alarm going off stops all conversation. She tells you that she will get your name the reservation is under and the room number later, but for now go outside to the front of the resort. You and Jimin hurry into the hotel behind the staff, walking with the crowd of other guests who are going out the front door.

“Y/n!” Sunyoung’s voice cuts through the crowd and fear overcomes you. Pretending you didn’t hear her you weave through everyone, hoping you can hide out in a spot outside where she can’t see you.

Once outside, you and Jimin manage to blend into the crowd, ignoring the looks from everyone at you and Jimin being the only ones in pool attire, seeing how you both forgot your pajamas by the hot tub. You stay behind a palm tree, as all of the guests mill about, waiting for the okay to go back in.

It takes about twenty minutes before they find the alarm to be false and allow everyone to begin going back inside.

“Okay,” you whisper to Jimin, keeping your eyes open for any of your family. “If anyone asks, we can just say that we both happened to go out for a late-night swim at the same time. I’ll say I wanted to get into the jacuzzi before we left.”

“And I’ll just say I couldn’t sleep.” You nod at Jimin, both of you confident that this will pass.

“Y/n!” Sunyoung calls you again, having found you both in the crowd. She grabs your arm, stopping you, and you see Momo and both sets of parents behind her. “I called you when everyone was going outside, but I don’t think you heard me.” She eyes your bathing suit and Jimin’s swim shorts.

“Where were you, Jimin?” Momo asks when she approaches, also inspecting what you both are wearing.

“Oh, I uh, I couldn’t sleep, so I went out to the pool.”

“Yeah,” you cut in. “I went down to get in the jacuzzi before we leave tomorrow and saw Jimin was down there too. Then the fire alarms went off, and a staff member rushed us out before we could grab our clothes.”

Everyone seems to buy this excuse, although Sunyoung is squinting in a manner that tells you she’s replaying the story over in her head, and she may be the only one with obvious reservations.

“Well, let’s go and get your clothes, then try and get back to sleep.” You nod, all set to do as your mom says, and leave this behind. When you file back into the resort with the last few guests, you’re feeling better, completely forgetting that the staff is still intending to finish what was started.

“Hey, excuse me,” An employee you don’t recognize stops you all, and you instantly feel like you’re going to throw up again. “You’re the two that were in the hot tub.” She says it rather than asks. She hands you and Jimin your clothes, frowning as she does so. “What is the name your reservation is under?” She powers up her iPad, waiting to type in what you tell her.

“I’m sorry what’s going on?” Your dad steps in, which you’re thankful for because you’ve forgotten how to formulate sentences.

“Seeing as they broke one of our jacuzzi rules, we need the name of their reservation because they will be charged a fee.”

“Wait, what? They’re in trouble for getting in the hot tub? What, is it closed after midnight or something?”

The staff member assesses the situation, eyeing both your dad then you, and Jimin. Your eyes dart to him and he’s gone paler than you’ve ever seen him. He’s frozen in place and you swear he doesn’t blink.

“These guests-”

“Y/l/n! Room 519!” You blurt, your voice cracking as you say it. The staff member taps away on her screen. “I’ll pay you back, dad.” You promise, hoping that he’ll leave it at that.

“Now, hold on, I could swear the pool area is open twenty-four hours. What the hell am I getting charged for?”

“Yeah, who’d they hurt by swimming at night?” Your Mr. Park chimes in. Every word that’s spoken around you sounds like white noise creeping in slowly. This isn’t going to end the way you want it to. This isn’t going to be the end of it. You’re not going to go back upstairs and go to sleep then go through tomorrow as normal. It’s as clear as day that this is where things go to shit.

“Please, calm down. Our pool and jacuzzis are indeed twenty-four hours, but we have a no inappropriate activity rule in our public spaces and these guests broke that rule. It was addressed and they were told not to let it happen again, but we still have to charge an additional sanitation fee.”

“What? Inappropriate activity? What does that even mean?” Tears well up in your eyes as Mrs. Park looks between you and Jimin.

“Y/n,” Your mom says at the same time, gingerly placing her hand on your shoulder. When you turn to look at her she’s frowning in a way that tells you she knows exactly what that means.

“Mom,” Jimin whispers, urging the conversation to end. The staff member spares you and your families one final look before turning and walking off, leaving eight of you standing in the middle of the lobby in silence, save for your sniffles.

With your stomach twisted in knots, you run to the stairs, deciding that crawling up seven flights of stairs is better than standing with everyone doing nothing. You’re huffing and puffing when you reached your floor and take time to catch your breath, pulling your pajamas on, extremely relieved that the room keycard and your phone are still in your short pockets.

It’s quiet as you walk past rooms to your own. You stop in front of Jimin’s door and press your ear to the wood. You can’t hear exactly what they’re saying, but you can hear raised volumes and fast-talking. In front of your door, it’s quiet, but you’re sure Sunyoung is on the other side, most likely seething.

Stepping inside the room, you see her going around the room tossing her things into her suitcase. When she sees you, she freezes, holding your gaze for a few seconds before wordlessly going back to what she’s doing. If you know Sunyoung, which you do, you know she’s formulating how to tell you off. Cautiously, you go to sit on your bed and see that she’s packing your suitcase.

“What are you doing?” You question softly, to not stir her up.

“Packing your shit. You’ll be staying in the room Jimin and Momo are in, and Momo is coming here. We figure since you and Jimin want so badly to be together, then you may as well share a room.”

“Sunyoung, let me explain.” Tossing your complimentary robe and slippers in the suitcase, she stops and crosses her arms.

“Please do, since apparently, you’ve never explained any of this to me before.” She’s simmering, but you continue.

“I didn’t tell you about us because I thought you’d be mad. Knowing your best friend has been sleeping with your little brother is weird, and I figured it’d upset you.”

“You’re right, it would, and it is weird, but you know what, that was the second reason I was pissed when I just found out. I was even madder to know that you’d been lying to me the whole trip! All these excuses about being tired and shit were just so you can get into my brother’s pants! Admit it!”

“Yes. I lied all those times, and I’ve been lying to you about us.” Saying the words out loud has you tearing up again.

“How could you not tell me?! Yes, I would’ve gagged and made fun of you guys for eternity, but Y/n, come on! You’re my closest and best fucking friend! If there’s anyone I’d want my brother with, it’d be someone I trust with my life because I know that she’d never hurt him. I would’ve gotten over it, but I’m pissed right now!” She stomps her foot, also looking close to tears, but you know hers are full of anger.

“Did you even come on this vacation to see me?” Her lip quivers and you jump up to hug her, but she puts her hand out to stop you.

“Sun, I’m sorry, I was just scared, okay? I was scared of being judged and your parents hating me.”

“You know, Y/n. You always do this thing where you assume how other people will feel without talking to them. Like that time in middle school where you were changing algebra classes because the teacher hated you but you kept it from me because you thought I’d be mad even though I knew how much she sucked.”

“That’s one time and I was trying to be considerate.”

“And then remember when Joshua asked you out in 11th grade and you didn’t say anything about it until I overheard him telling his friends you rejected him.”

“I knew you liked him! I didn’t want to upset you and make you mad at me!”

“See! You always just assume the worst of how I feel and you keep shit from me. Not only is this the longest-running thing you’ve hidden, but it’s about my damn brother!”

In all honesty, you never realized you had a bad habit of doing this until this moment. It’s always good-natured, but having Sunyoung chronicle your behavior has you rethinking.

“Sun, listen, I’m sorry, okay? I truly didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“Well, you did. And you also hurt Momo - both you and Jimin did. She’s a really sweet girl and she treats Jimin well. I’m pissed at both of you.”

You want to say something else, but a knock on the door has you halting. Sunyoung goes to open it and you see Momo on the other side holding her bags. Her red eyes don’t meet yours as she gives Sunyoung the key in her hand and disappears into the bathroom.

“Give me your keycard.” Sunyoung demands and you don’t argue. She takes the card for this room and gives you, what you presume, the card for Jimin’s room. Wordlessly, she walks over and zips your suitcase up, placing it on the floor and sliding it over to you.

“Maybe we’ll talk tomorrow,” you try on your way to the door.

She just shrugs and climbs into her bed, eyes blankly looking at the tv as she turns it on. Clearly, the conversation is very much over right now. You give the room a once over and leave, defeated and tired.

The keycard she traded you, is, in fact, the key to Jimin’s room. When you walk in he’s already in bed, under the covers, and nothing but a lump.

“Jimin?” You call quietly but get no response. Unsure if he’s truly sleeping or pretending, you say his name again and get nothing.

Rolling your eyes, you leave your suitcase to the side and decide to just go to bed. You’ll deal with Jimin in the morning, but for now, it’s much too late to still be awake.

Knocks on your room door startle you awake. Jimin isn’t next to you, and the bathroom across the room is dark. Bleary-eyed, you get up and open the door, your mom on the other side. She gives you what seems to be a sympathetic once over and tells you to get ready and that everyone is already up and getting ready.

Jimin waking up and leaving you behind stings, but you bury that as you carry on with a lightning-speed shower and get changed.

Downstairs, your parents and Mr. and Mrs. Park greet you, but no one else. Neither Momo nor Sunyoung pay you any mind and Jimin doesn’t return your greeting. The two women you expected, but why the hell is Jimin icing you out?

He doesn’t say anything on the ride there, but it’s expected with everyone around. All of you pile onto a bus with other tourists, waiting to be driven around the city and shown the sights.

When you arrive at the first destination and you try to speak to Jimin, he conveniently turns to engage with his mom who quickly strikes up a conversation with him, successfully squashing your attempt.

It’s even clearer he’s purposely avoiding you by your third stop after he successfully manages to avoid any chance you will try to confront him. With both him and your best friend ignoring your existence, you feel like utter shit. You do your best not to let it show as the day wears on, mustering up enough willpower to pretend to be interested in the structures and sights, taking pictures you barely put care into snapping. A few other tourists in the group talk to you and even though you want nothing more than to stew alone, you engage.

The day drags on hour by hour until it’s the end of the day and your tour guide takes everyone to a restaurant near the resort for dinner. Your group of eight settles next to the other tables of the tour group and starts placing orders with waiters. Sunyoung knocks back drink after drink and at some point in the night the alcohol finally catches up with her.

“Mrs. Y/l/n, can you pass me the chips?” She points to the basket that’s sitting between you and your mom. “I’d ask Y/n, but she’ll probably lie about why she can’t give them to me.” Silence in the group until her comment catches up to you.

“Oh come on, Sunyoung.”

“Come on what? You lie. It’s what you do. Or wait you’ll lie about not giving them to me and say it’s because you thought I would think they are gross without even letting me try!”

“Sunyoung, I said I was sorry! Sorry for lying and assuming how you’d feel. This time and apparently every other time I’ve done it.”

Sunyoung leaps up, pointing at you. “You didn’t apparently do shit, I’m telling you you’ve done it!”

“Sunyoung…” Her mom warns, but she stays standing, hands on her hips.

“I shouldn’t have said that,” you start, trying to keep your voice down. “I’m sorry for lying and sleeping with your brother and not telling you!”

“You should be! Jimin has always gone out of his way to talk about you and I should’ve known something was weird but I was too stupid to pick it up I guess. Why else would he always bring up my friend more than me.” You and Jimin share a brief look before he averts his eyes. You never imagined he’d talk about you when you weren’t around. You swallow the urge to ask what he’s said.

“And I can’t believe you’ve been sleeping with my best friend!” Sunyoung yells, pointing at him. “You’re my brother and you didn’t tell me!”

“How was I supposed to tell you?! You would’ve thought it was weird!”

“Everyone stop fucking telling me how I’d feel!” Sunyoung shrieks and everyone in the restaurant turns to look at your table, getting quiet.

“Park Sunyoung, that is enough!” Her dad bellows. Fists still clenched, she plops into her seat with no retort.

“Truly,” you begin. “I am sorry. I didn’t mean to lie, and I know apologies don’t change what I did, but just know I can’t say sorry enough.” You turn to your parents and the Parks. “And I’m sorry to you guys for ruining our vacation. I did want to see everyone and have a good time, but then I messed it up by being selfish, I didn’t plan on fucking up everything the way I did. And Momo, I’m sorry for sleeping with your boyfriend. I didn’t -”

You don’t get to finish your apology, because before anyone can stop her, Momo rises from her seat, grabs her drink, and throws it at you on the other side of the table.

Everyone freezes, including any other guests that saw.

“Momo!” Jimin gasps, but for him, she snatches up the large bowl of salsa in the middle of the table and dumps it over his head. She’s storming out of the restaurant before anyone can stop her.

Sunyoung, watching both you and Jimin in horror, decides to stumble out of her seat and follow her out. The rest of you don’t say anything else, but your mom helps blot at your clothes while Jimin’s mom helps him wipe his hair.

Shame washes over you as the other tourists and restaurant patrons whisper about your group and what happened. You deserve this. Sure, you wanted nothing more than to run outside and kick Momo’s ass, and normally you would, but in this situation, you can't deny that you deserve it. So you stew in the nauseous, anxious feeling in your stomach and the way tears are oh so close to slipping. It feels very much like public shaming and you wouldn’t say you didn’t have it coming.

The ride back to the resort after dinner is nothing compared to the one this morning. The bus is stifling, the air thick with aggression and weariness. Momo is the first out when you arrive, stomping into the building and far from everyone. Wordlessly, Sunyoung follows her, then Jimin. You’re left to ride in the elevator with the parents alone, clothes uncomfortable and sticky. Just as you think you may burst into tears at the sheer embarrassment, Mr. Park speaks up.

“Y/n, we want to let you know we’re not as upset about this as Sunyoung.” You’re shocked truth be told, but let him go on. “Last night’s erm, incident, was shocking, but you and Jimin are both adults. Cheating is wrong in any aspect, and don’t get wrong, we’re extremely disappointed in you both for it.”

“And for lying to everyone,” Mrs. Park chimes in.

“Right, and lying to everyone. But we appreciate your apology. It seemed genuine, so just know we’re not upset with you.”

“Besides, if there’s any girl we’d want Jimin to be with it’s you. We don’t trust anyone else.”

They both give you reassuring smiles, and you let a few tears slip. You appreciate their forgiveness, but you feel as though you don’t deserve it. You voice this, but they assure you they’re not mad. Shocked and annoyed initially, yes, but they again voice that you’re all adults and can work through what you need to.

Your mom reaches out to hug you, wiping your tears. You say goodnight to both sets of parents, your dad saying he loves you then reminding everyone that all of your flights are at eleven. You all plan to ride to the airport together and say your goodbyes there. It doesn’t seem likely that the goodbyes will be what he has in mind, but it feels refreshing to know that at least you have people still supporting you in the mess you and Jimin made.

When you enter the room, Jimin is sitting on the edge of the sofa in the room, head in his hands. He looks up when you shut the door, the expression on his face unreadable. You plop on the couch next to him, and he doesn’t say anything, but he doesn’t run away from you.

“Are you gonna tell me why you’ve been ignoring me all day?”

“Everyone hates us.” Is his response.

“Our parents don’t hate us.”

“Yeah, I know, I talked to them this morning when I got up. But they were disappointed. And Sunyoung is so fucking pissed. And I know Momo definitely hates me. She broke up with me last night.”

“Well yeah, you’re probably right about her.” You put a joking lift to your tone, hoping it’ll ease some of the tension, but it doesn’t. Instead, Jimin whips around to look at you; his expression is grim.

“I should’ve said no. I should’ve stayed in the room.” The way he says this makes your throat feel tight for some reason.

“Well shit, sorry I asked.” Your words are sarcastic, but your chest feels heavy.

“Maybe you shouldn’t have. Maybe we should’ve just had a regular vacation with our families and not did… what we did. I have a girlfriend, Y/n.” His last words are accusatory and you gape at him.

“Yeah, I know you have a girlfriend. You know you have a girlfriend and yet you still fucked me this entire week. Hell, you knew you had a girlfriend for the last six months and still hit me up begging for tit pics any chance you got.”

A blush breaks out across Jimin’s face in embarrassment and shame. “Because I can’t fucking stay away from you! I can’t stop seeing you and hearing your voice and touching you, and talking to you. I can’t say no to you, Y/n! I’ve never been able to!”

You stand, looking at him incredulously. “There’s no way you’re trying to blame me for this whole thing. There's absolutely no fucking way.”

“You know how I feel! You know how I feel, yet you never want to commit. Whenever I bring it up, you change the subject or end the conversation. That makes me feel like shit, Y/n!”

“Jimin, we had a good, casual thing going. I thought it worked for both of us.”

“It works for you, Y/n. I deal with it because I want to have you any way I can, and since you won’t let it be romantic, I’ll take it physically.”

You blink at him, mind moving a mile a minute. “Jimin, do you think now is the time to get into this? Shouldn��t we be worried about your sister forgiving us and talking to us again?”

With a huff, Jimin jumps up. “When Sunyoung wants to, she will. You know how stubborn she is and that there’s nothing we can do until she feels like giving us the time of day.” He steps closer to you, looking as if he’s contemplating reaching out to touch you. “Y/n, can you just tell me how you feel about me? Clearly, you’re into me in some way, but how do you actually feel?”

“I -” Words catch in your throat as you struggle to formulate a response.

You know you’re impossibly attracted to Jimin. That’s a given. He’s sweet and loves making you laugh. Before everything on this vacation went to shit, he always went out of his way to make everyone, but especially you, laugh at something he says or does. Jimin is kind and so gentle; possibly one of the most considerate people you’ve ever met. In that same breath, you can also call him bratty and a little spoiled, but even then it’s endearing and it still makes him who he is.

Jimin is artistic and passionate. He loves dancing and has always been gifted at it. He’s done dance covers online for years and is always entering competitions and predictably winning said competitions. He didn’t get into the school he applied to in New York, but he goes to school near home because he’s so determined to fulfill his dreams. You admire him for staying so dedicated and working to do what he loves.

The list of things you like about Jimin goes on but you can’t seem to say the words to him. Everything is just wrong right now and the idea of vocalizing and admitting to him (and yourself) that maybe you feel more about Jimin than you should.

“I don’t think we should do this right now, Jimin.”

He stares at you hard, his eyes scanning yours, searching for anything else. “Forget it, Y/n. It’s clear we’ve just been wasting each other’s time.” He finally says. Dumbly, you stand there as Jimin grabs a pillow from the bed and storms out without another word. You scream in your head, scolding and shaming yourself for not saying something, but you can’t get anything to come out that will make a difference.

Without another word he’s gone, slamming the hotel door behind him. Silently, you shower and get ready for bed, making sure all of your belongings are packed. The room is hauntingly quiet and the bed is cold as you lie there alone, your brain full of so many different things you want to say and think and do, yet somehow, you doze off before you muster the motivation or courage to do anything else.

You’re up and out of bed before the sun has barely risen. While you were able to doze, that’s all you did. No deep restful sleep and barely any dreams. Just bathroom breaks and staring at the ceiling. Jimin never came back to the room, as the bed is still empty when you get up.

After brushing your teeth and washing your face you’re out the door. Standing in front of your parent’s room you go back and forth. You don’t want to wake them up but you’d feel even worse than you do if you left without saying goodbye.

Taking a breath, you knock, deciding having them be a little tired later is better than fleeing in complete and total cowardice.

Your mom is the one who answers, yawning widely in her pajamas and slippers.

“Y/n?”

“Hey, mom, I’m sorry to wake you guys up.”

“What’s going on?” Bleary-eyed, she eyes your bags, frowning more.

“I’m gonna head out for the airport. I don’t need to stick around.”

“What? Y/n it’s…” she cranes her neck around to the closed room curtains seeing barely any semblance of the sun peeking around. “It’s so early.”

“I know, but I just want to go home. I’m exhausted.”

“You didn’t sleep well?”

“Mom…I just wanted to say bye.” She must hear the utter defeat in your words and pick up why you want to disappear because it only takes her a few seconds to relent. She calls into the dark room to wake your dad, who eventually drags himself out of bed to join at the door.

He puts up much less of, a fight, cutting you slack and simply bidding you goodbye. You exchange hugs and ‘I love yous’ and they easily let you walk away with a promise to text them when you arrive at the airport and when you make it home safely.

You wince at the lump in your throat, willing yourself not to cry. You’ve held the bulk of it in for the entire trip and refuse to give up yet.

The universe cuts you some slack when you get to the lobby to hand in your key. None of the staff members that caught you and Jimin are there, thankfully. Only a different team who all thank you for coming and wish you safe travels.

As you get into the shuttle van and settle, you take one last look at the resort. Realizing just how hyperfocused on Jimin you’ve been since day one, you had no time to appreciate the large, bustling building. The white marble and aqua blue curtains in all of the windows pair well together, looking both expensive and upscale. You wish you could’ve taken in more of the look of your room and the inside, but your mind only plays memories of everything that has taken place over the past week on a loop.

The ride to the airport and getting through it to your gate seems to go rather quickly; a stark difference from how it all seemed to drag when you had arrived at the beginning of the week. Once you’re settled in and waiting to board the sun is higher in the sky. A glance at your watch tells you it’s after 6 am and you imagine that your parents are still just getting up if they were able to get back to sleep.

Before boarding, you send them a text, along with a long heartfelt text to the Park parents, apologizing again. Both of their kids hate you at this point and it’s your fault so you want them to know how sorry you are again and how much you still care about them as if they are your own parents. They reiterate what they did in the elevator, leaving you with the reassurance you desperately need.

Your phone was devoid of a single call or text from Jimin or Sunyoung for the rest of the day. Silence from them turned into two days, then four, five, then three weeks, rolling into a month. The desire to reach out to them is strong, but if there’s one thing the Park siblings are, is stubborn. Having gotten into your fair share of disagreements with your best friend, you know that she’s the type of person that comes to you when she’s ready. Unsurprisingly, Jimin was the same way. You’ve heard plenty of complaints about fights with his friend over the years so you know he definitely picked up his temper from his older sister.

Even so, a month of silence felt like a year. You and Sunyoung would, at times, go weeks without talking because life gets in the way, but on top of this being your most serious fight, it was also the longest you’ve gone without speaking in some form. Added on the reason why you’re not talking and this silent treatment truly hurts.

But still, you do your best to accept that they both need time. And frankly, you do as well. Time to decide completely, what it is you want from Park Jimin.

Truly, you try your best to wait them out, but you don’t make it another two weeks before you break down and whip open your phone contacts.

You’re home after a long day of work and even as you try to relax on your couch, all you think about is Sunyoung and Jimin. A month and a half is the longest you’ve gone without talking to either of them. With Sunyoung though, it hurt more. The fear that you may lose your closest and most important friend, keeps eating away at you and you can’t take it anymore.

Along with the near-crippling guilt of hurting your best friend, is the pain of hurting Jimin. Taking the time since you’ve been home to yourself has given you time to sort your shit out. Sticking to nothing but work and errands, you kept to yourself this whole time to avoid the opinions and thoughts of others.

The solitude has helped you conclude what you’ve probably always known: you like Jimin. You like Park Jimin as more than a steady, casual hook-up. You want to date Jimin and call him your boyfriend and learn everything there is to know about him that you don’t already know.

You have to tell both he and Sunyoung that you want to fix things, and it can’t wait anymore.

Opening your texts with Sunyoung, your fingers hover over the text box. A wall of text seems impersonal. Briefly considering voice memos, you decided against that too, knowing you have too much to say to keep it brief. A social media DM is just silly and out of the question, and you’re terrified of hitting the call button and getting a swift rejection.

With a deep breath, you open your camera app, flip it to selfie mode, and decide this is the right way. A video is the easiest way for them to hear you and see you while also giving them a chance to pause your words when they need to and time to formulate their responses.

Hitting the record button, you work to get your thoughts in order.

“Hey, Sun. I miss you. I know it’s hollow, but I do. I fucked up. I said I was sorry already, but please know that I will say it as much as you want me to. I’ll do anything to make you not hate me anymore. You’re the closest to a sister I’ve ever had and I don’t want to lose you. I promise I’ll do whatever you want me to do to prove how sorry I am. And I won’t keep anything from you anymore and claim to know what you’ll think or say about decisions I make that impact you. Please know I love you and won’t keep secrets anymore. That’s why I want to tell you first that I…” you falter, willing yourself to say it.

“I like your brother. I like like your brother and I’m going to tell him. I wanted you to know first. You’re my platonic soulmate and I don’t wanna keep doing this shitty thing called life without you. You can take all the time you need, I’ll wait until you’re ready to deal with me again, but I do hope it’s soon.” You give the camera a weak smile before ending the video.

With a sniffle, you go back to your messages with Sunyoung, counting to three before you attach the video and send it. Once you see the small ‘delivered’ message under the video you flee from the screen. Sunyoung’s read receipts are on and you don’t think you can handle seeing her in real-time see the message.

More internal prep is done before you hit the record button again to start Jimin’s video. “Jimin, hey. Uh, I don’t know how to start this really, so I’m just gonna tell you that I’m sorry again. I’m sorry for stringing you along the way I have and I’m sorry for influencing you to cheat. I just couldn’t stand seeing you with someone else that isn’t…isn’t me.” You falter at the end but keep going. “I know that I keep derailing any talk of us being together for real and I’m sorry. I just really didn’t have a handle on how I felt about you. Or, at least I thought I didn’t. Maybe I was in denial because we started so secretive and I was truly so scared of what your sister would think so I kept pushing it away and in turn, trying to push all of my feelings for you away, but it didn’t work and I was just so shitty to you.”

Pausing to take a deep breath, you close your eyes, attempting to calm your beating heart. “So you asked me how I feel and the answer is that I like you. I like you a lot Jimin. I have so much fun when I’m with you and I mean that in so many ways. I’m so comfortable with you and I feel so safe and happy and I’m sorry I haven’t made you feel like that. You’re such an amazing and good person and you deserve the world and more. I don’t know if that’s me since I’ve fucked up so much already, but please know I’m ready and I’ll wait for however long you need me to. I know now that I want you as more than someone I sleep with. I want all parts of you, Jimin, and I just hope you can forgive me somehow.”

Once that video is sent, you close your messaging app and toss your phone aside to get ready for bed. It’ll surely take them time to watch the videos and decide when and how to respond. After leaving yourself open and vulnerable, you go about your evening, trying to chase away the itch to cling to your cell phone.

The self-control you’ve been trying to adhere to dissipates as after two days with no response, you’re scrambling to check your text messages. Jimin’s message was delivered, so you know he didn’t block you, but you can only hope he’s watched it. The grey ‘read’ under your video to Sunyoung taunts you. She’s at least opened the message but has said nothing about it so you’re still left wondering what’s next.

A glance at your watch tells you that you have another hour before you clock out. Believe it or not, spontaneity isn’t typically your thing, and yet you’re feeling a sense of urgency you’ve never felt. Both Jimin and Sunyoung decided not to respond and at this point, you’re in desperate need to know what they think and how they feel and the urge to see them in person is what fuels your next move.

A one-way ticket back home for a flight tomorrow is nearly $500 and that price makes you choke, but you seriously toy with the idea. Since it’s Friday you can fly out tomorrow morning and make it there by the afternoon. From what you remember, neither Jimin nor Sunyoung works on Saturday and even if they do, you can just wait for them at home. You just hope that you’re not turned away when you get there and that the trip won’t be for nothing.

After clocking out and shutting down your work laptop, you open up the app on which you were eyeing the tickets. You bite at a hangnail, the decision stressing you out with each passing moment. Even if they did turn you away and want nothing to do with you, you can at least see your parents again. Plus, if you bring your laptop, you can always work from home still.

Pacing back and forth, you move to complete the booking, packing on your mind but the buzzer of your building sounds indicating a guest stops you from checking out. Pocketing your phone, you move to the callbox to answer, anticipating one of your friends on the other end, but it’s no one from the city.

“Er, hi Y/n. Can me and my sister come up?”

Jimin. Jimin’s voice is coming from the callbox downstairs. Outside of your building.

“Jimin? You’re with Sunyoung?” You ask, hoping you haven’t fallen asleep and are dreaming.

“Yeah. We want to talk to you. Can you let us in?” Nodding, even though he can’t see you, you buzz them in and sprint to the front door to watch for them through the peephole.

Sure enough, in a matter of minutes, Jimin’s gorgeous face comes into focus. Sunyoung is behind him, expression either tired or annoyed - you can’t quite tell.

The door is open before they can knock and then you’re all standing there, eyeing one another hesitantly.

“Well, can we come in?” Sunyoung demands more than asks and you hurry to move aside and let them into your apartment.

They’re both wheeling medium-sized suitcases behind them and Sunyoung leaves hers by the door as she walks around silently, taking in the studio around her while Jimin stands awkwardly in your living room.

The question as to why they’re in front of you right now nags at you, and it’s the first question you finally blurt out.

“We got your videos,” Jimin says first. “We talked to each other and then decided we needed to just fly out.”

“This whole thing is too dramatic and chaotic to do all over the phone so I didn’t wanna bother.”

Jimin rolls his eyes at his sister’s brashness. “Our parents helped us pay to get out here and we’re here for the week to fix things with you. We had time to think and talk to each other about the whole thing when she finally let me explain myself to her. I told her every way I could that we didn’t intend to hurt her.”

You nod furiously, agreeing with him. “Truly, we didn’t do it with ill intent and we didn’t not tell you because we thought it’d be fun to keep it a secret! It just kept going on and we’d sneak around more and then it just became the norm.”

“Yeah, Jimin told me all that. I was just mad because two of the most important people to me were hiding something from me and it felt so shitty. I love you both a lot, you know. Don’t keep any secrets from me ever again.”

“We won’t, I promise! I’m so sorry again, Sun. I probably sound like a broken record with how much I’m apologizing but I mean it.” You hold your breath, waiting to see her reaction. She moves first, crossing the room to catch you off guard in a hug.

“I already accepted Jimin’s apology at home so I accept yours too. I also think I overreacted by being as pissed off as I was. I let my bad temper get the best of me and I’m sorry too.” She pulls away but keeps her arms around you, fixing you with a hard stare. “Also, shitty stubborn asshole or not, just know I’d never let this ruin two decades of friendship. If Jimin hadn’t broken me down and told me to get over myself I may have just ignored everyone for like another few weeks or so and then got over it. I realized I was starting to miss you too.” Her features soften at the end of her words, finally giving you a sunny smile and pulling you in for a hug again.

Relief fills you, knowing that your best friend still wants you in her life.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you, Sun.”

“I don’t know what you’d do either,” she jokes, the two of you hug and share a laugh.

The sound of Jimin clearing his throat nearby breaks the moment. You’d momentarily forgotten he was standing by. Sunyoung’s eyes dart between the two of you. She moves away first, grabbing her large overnighter bag from the floor.

“Anyway, I’m gonna shower and get the plane germs off me. The two of you can have your little make-up scene. Pretend I’m not even here.” You point her to the bathroom, and she ducks into it, but not before popping her head out once more. “But maybe don’t pretend that hard and start fucking or something. At least wait until I’m out of the building completely!” She slams the door shut behind her, and you hear the shower creak to life.

Hesitantly, you turn your attention to Jimin who’s looking out of your window to the city below.

“Nice view.” You speak first, sarcasm in your voice as you try to ease the tension.

“Huh?” Jimin blinks as if he’d been lost in thought.

“I said the view is nice, but I was just kidding, is all.” The view of the alleyway between you and the building next to you is less than stellar.

Jimin stares at you for a few seconds before looking out the window.

“Okay, Jimin, I-”

“You know I shouldn’t even be here.” He cuts you off and you let him, biting your lips together to let him kick this awkward conversation off.

“A lot of the time, I felt like you’ve just been using me for sex. You knew I’ve been into you since the first day I met you and you still refused to give me more than sexting and quickies. I should’ve stopped letting you have that part of me a while ago, but I couldn’t. I couldn't stop thinking about you or missing you, or wanting you. Anyway you’d have me and whatever I could get from you I'd take. It sounds toxic and I sound pathetic, but I can’t help it. I even selfishly dated a girl to pretend she could fill the void I only wanted you to be in.” Jimin looks at you again, and the conflicted, hurt look on his features is easy to read. The guilt twists in your gut, realizing just how much emotional turmoil you’ve put Jimin through.

“You’re right. I knew how you’ve felt about me all this time, but honestly, I don't think I took your feelings that seriously, especially not for most of the time knowing you. I guess I just always thought it was always just a childhood crush and nothing more and then when I realized you did feel much more than that for me, I didn’t even think about doing anything more than hooking up. I put my fear of judgment and my pleasure over your real, genuine feelings and I can’t say how sorry I am.”

“I want to be with you, but I need you to be sure you want this, that you want me for more than sex.”

“I do!”

“And I don’t wanna be a pity date or anything. I can’t be.” Jimin’s voice breaks at the same time as your heart. You want so badly to reach out to him, but you don’t. The ball is in Jimin’s court and he can call all of the next shots.

“You won’t be! I mean it Jimin, I want everything with you. I want the dates and the good morning texts and the cuddles that don’t lead to sex. I want to call you and talk about our days and the things that make us upset and I want to say you’re my boyfriend and create memories together. Memories we can cherish and look back on during all of our anniversaries. I want all of you, I truly do.”

Jimin is frozen in his spot, mind reeling at your words. It’s your first time finally admitting your feelings for him, so you can't fault how hesitant he seems. You’re both silent for the next few seconds only the shower running and the air conditioning unit in the window are heard.

“Okay. I’ll let you in again. I’ll trust you.” He approaches you and the urge to meet him halfway takes over. Warmth envelopes every nerve in your body when your bodies meet.

“I’ll prove that you can trust me. Your heart is safe with me.” Jimin pulls you into a kiss, unlike any of the countless kisses you’ve shared. This one has your lips tingling, your heart racing, and your blood pumping in your ears. The kiss feels like forgiveness and comfort and an overwhelming sense of something close to love.

You let Jimin’s arm trap you against his broad chest, his heart beating like crazy underneath your palms. This feels like your first real kiss and you vow to get so many more like this. You don’t deserve the endless kindness that Park Jimin has but you mean it; you’ll do everything in your power to prove to yourself and him that you’re serious about this relationship.

Jimin and Sunyoung decide to stay in the city for the rest of the week, the three of you making your studio work. Sunyoung makes a compromise, pushing her brother to buy her noise-canceling headphones so she can at least not have a chance of hearing anything the two of you do in your bed, which isn’t a lot, considering his sister is a few feet away. Still, it’s enough to make up for your lost time not communicating.

You take them around the city, the three of you doing your best to compensate for all the missed opportunities you didn’t get to spend on vacation as a trio. Spending just a week with two of your most important people makes you terribly homesick as you want more than anything to go back home to see them more, just like before you all got older and drifted away.

Your heart both leaps and aches each time you swap a story with them or share a bout of laughter, the thought of not seeing either of them for who knows how long after this week is up weighing on you. More than anything, you realize that once Sunyoung and Jimin are back home, you’ll be left here on the other coast, all alone again with a mediocre job in a mediocre apartment without a real, trustworthy support system.

These thoughts swirl in your mind still on the last night of the week that they’re with you. They’re so prevalent, that you can’t hold it in anymore and blurt out what’s been on the tip of your tongue, in the middle of your anime marathon.

“I want to move back home.” Both siblings whip around to look at you. Sunyoung snatches the remote to pause the tv.

“What?”

“Well, spending time with both of you has reinforced just how lonely I am in the city. I moved out here for school and that fell through, then I scrambled to find roommates who were nice, but I hated living with them. Then I scraped together enough money to move in here, and, I’m just not happy. I don’t have anyone I’m super close with and if I’m not at home or in the office working then I’m getting food alone and shopping alone, with the occasional club or concert with some people I call acquaintances and that’s it. I didn’t want to say anything because I didn’t want everyone to know what a mistake I made but I did and I’ve regretted it for a while.”

Your voice cracks as you go on, but the weight of your confession quickly lifts from your shoulders. Keeping this truth has been such a burden, but it finally feels like now is the time to admit it and you’re so happy you did.

Both Jimin and Sunyoung listen to you and share a look over your shoulder.

“When’s your lease up here?” Jimin asks first.

“Uh, I don’t remember, maybe 6 months or something?”

“Well, that’s 6 months to figure out how we’re getting all your stuff to California.”

“And,” Sunyoung adds. “That’s 6 months to figure out where we’ll live!” You give her a questioning look and she laughs. “Of course, we’re moving in together, Y/n!” She leaves no room for arguments, not that you mind.

“I’m sure we can find a nice two-bedroom apartment somewhere.”

“No fair! What about me?!” Jimin whines, making you roll your eyes endearingly.

“You still live on campus and have another year doing so. Plus, I’d prefer to date more before we move in. But it’s not like you won't have a key.”

Your boyfriend pouts still but sighs in agreement.

The three of you end up talking more about possible parts of California to live in before heading to bed, reveling in the feeling of Jimin’s arms around you for the last time for a few months.

“Okay, so I’ll canvas some spots and let you know. If I find anything good, we can video chat as I do a tour, or I’ll record places for you, cool?”

“And once you decide on a moving company, I’ll help pay to get them to bring your stuff. I don’t want you traveling across the country alone, okay?”

“Yes, yes, I’ll handle any logistics over here and will keep you both posted. And again, do not tell my parents yet! I’ll tell them closer to the move-out.”

Sunyoung reaches for you first, hugging the life out of you. “I’m so excited to have you home!”

“Me too!” Once she eventually decides to give her brother a chance to say goodbye, she excuses herself, making up a reason to go check a flight board off to the side.

“I’m gonna miss you, you know. Even more than before, which I didn’t even know was possible.” Jimin’s words make you feel giddy. After doing nothing but hooking up for so long, this week has been so different. Sure, you still couldn’t keep your hands off one another, but it was more than that now. Your time together was soft and easygoing. You both had been so used to fast and hushed, but you easily fell into a sense of comfort and relaxation with Jimin as your boyfriend. Things made sense when you were with him and it felt like the very thing you’d been missing for so long. You can’t wait to spend as much time as possible with him.

“You better text me when you land. I need to know you made it there safe.”

“I can do that. And you better do the same. I need your Uber driver’s info and all of that.”

“Of course.”

The two of you stand hand in hand, taking in each other’s features for as long as you can.

“We gotta get through security now, Min.” Sunyoung interrupts and jerks her head in the direction they need to go.

Jimin gives his sister a nod before turning back to you. He lets go of your hands, moving to gently cup your face, and leans down to meet your lips. Electricity shoots through you at the sensation of Jimin’s soft lips. You inhale his cozy, fresh scent, wishing you could bottle it to keep forever (but since you can’t, the t-shirt he left on your bed will suffice).

“Can’t wait until you get home. I’ll miss you.” He whispers against your mouth.

“Miss you too.”

With another quick peck, he’s gone then, running after his sister who yells her goodbyes over her shoulder.

You watch until Jimin’s red hair disappears into the crowd and once you’re sure they’re both gone, you turn towards the escalator to leave the airport. As you’re waiting for your Uber, your phone buzzes as Jimin’s name pops up on the screen.

You scoff at the text.

Jimin’s three simple hearts make your stomach flutter. You too can barely wait for the next six months to go by, but you’ll be counting the days until you can see your best friend again. And her brother, of course.

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Something is Wrong With Him and I'm Not Staying to Find Out (Chapter 8)

Book Title: Widowed Willows Word Count: 3,077 Warnings: Abuse, Almost death, Amari almost clocks Stefan in the face, Elena and Amari almost jump Damon, Caroline is in pain DO NOT REPOST MY CONTENT! YOU MAY REBLOG BUT DON'T REPOST! Story Master List | Previous Part | Next Part Let me know if you want to be tagged.

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"Look at you, honey, getting all prettified for your date," Amari teased, and though Elena wasn't looking at her she knew there was a smirk on her face. She, Elena, and Bonnie were at her house getting ready for tonight's founders' party at the Lockwood's Mansion.

Elena rolled her eyes, smiling nonetheless as Bonnie smiled brightly looking between her friends, "You two seem happy-ish."

"I'm high," Amari shrugged, ignoring the glare Elena sent her. Taking a seat next to Amari, Elena smiles in reassurance before turning to Bonnie, "We're getting there, tonight's gonna be a good night, but don't let that stop you from telling us whatever you wanted."

Bonnie hesitated, staying silent for a moment glancing between her friends before a small sigh escaped her lips, "How bout I tell you in the morning? I don't want to ruin the night"

"No, speak," Amari demanded, narrowing her eyes with an expectant look on her face. Bonnie sighed in defeat glancing between the girls and exclaimed, " Okay, but it has to go in the vault. Caroline will kill me if it gets back to Damon she squealed."

Amari and Elena both share a look before looking back at Bonnie nodding their heads in agreement. Bonnie sighed as she informed, " Apparently, Stefan had a very interesting back story. You know what happened with his ex-girlfriend Katherine?"

"We know they both dated her and that's why they have issues," Elena replied crossing her arms over her chest, Amari nodded her head in agreement. She heard the same thing from Stefan a couple of days ago.

Bonnie shook her head and explained, " Yeah, only she chose Damon and that drove Stefan mad, so, he did horrible things to try and break them up. He manipulated Katherine, he filled her head with all these lies until it worked and she turned against Damon."

"That sounds like one side of the story, Damon's." Amari scoffed, shaking her head in disbelief. She knew Stefan, that isn't something he'd do. Elena shifted in her seat uncomfortably, even though Stefan wasn't like that there was also a chance that Damon was telling the truth as the two didn't know each other that well.

" I just wanted you to know" Bonnie quickly said holding her hands up in mock surrender causing Elena to groan in frustration. Amari sighed, playing with her fingers, and said, "Doesn't matter, his past relationships are none of my business"

Bonnie hummed rolling her eyes and turning back to paint her nails as she sarcastically added in, "Unless he's a calculating, manipulative liar. That is your business"

Elena narrowed her eyes at her best friend and sternly told her, "Stefan is none of those things."

"Yeah?" Bonnie asked with a disbelief look on her face raising her eyebrows at the brunette, " How do you know?"

"It just doesn't sound like Stefan," Amari huffed, glancing around in thought. "He's compassionate, kind, loyal. He doesn't sound anything like the guy Damon is trying to make him out to be."

Elena nodded her head in agreement, they both didn't believe anything the eldest Salvatore said. They knew he wanted to get under his skin, to cause problems.

A few minutes later, Amari was curling Bonnie's hair while Elena was fixing her makeup, and a comfortable silence set. Elena flinched, messing up her lip gloss, she reached for her phone. "Hello, Mrs. Lockwood."

"Hi, Mrs. Mayor," Amari screeched, making Bonnie hold in a laugh with Elena shaking her head and walking out the bathroom.

After a moment, Elena charged through the bathroom and opened the other door leading to Jeremy's room. Elena's jaw clenched, snatching the headphones off her brother's head. "The pocket watch, where is it?"

"What watch?" Jeremy asked glaring at his sister, she stood in front of him with her eyebrows raised and a determined look on her face as she replied, "The one you stole from mom's box. Mrs. Lockwood just called me freaking out. It was on the list, Jeremy, she can't find it and thinks she lost it."

Amari huffed as she slammed her forehead against the doorframe, her arms dangling loosely in front of her. Jeremy shrugged his shoulders carelessly and said, " Maybe she did, maybe Tyler took it"

"Don't play that card, you took it!" Elena exclaimed throwing her arms in the air in disbelief and narrowing her eyes at her brother, "If I go online, am I gonna find it on eBay? Is that how you pay for your pot?"

Amari yanked Elena back by her shoulder, sending a warning glare to her, and called out. "Back off!"

Elena scoffed before turning to face Jeremy who stood up angrily as he pulled the pocket watch from his pocket and growled, " Screw you! I would never sell this, okay?"

"Then why would you take it?" Elena curiously asked, taking the watch in her hands. Amari sighed knowing exactly why he took the pocket watch in the first place. "Because it's supposed to be his," She explained, voice barely above a whisper, "Your dad said it goes to the firstborn son, his father gave it to him."

Elena's eyes widened in realization turning to look at Jeremy and mumbled, "and he was going to give it to you."

Sighing at the nod from Jeremy, Elena tilted her head at him, "It's still yours ok? Mom promised her, what do you want me to do?"

"Just take it and get out" Jeremy snapped putting his headphones back on causing Elena to look down at the watch with a frown on her face. Before she could walk out of the room, Amari snatched it out of her hand as she chuckled, " I think Mrs. Lockwood will be just fine without it. We'll just make an excuse or something."

Elena nodded her head watching her friend place it on the computer desk before walking out of the room with Elena.

Later on that evening, the Lockwood mansion was packed with the people of mystic falls greeting Mr. and Mrs. Lockwood before heading inside the mansion. Amari had her arm looped with Jenna's wearing a black suit as they walked up the stairs. The curly brunette sighed as she glanced at her aunt and quietly asked, "You think Lena will notice if we ditch?"

"Too late," Jenna snorted in amusement shaking her head at the girl's antics. The strawberry blonde gestured towards Carol Lockwood who was making her way over towards the two with a beaming smile on her face, her husband following after her.

"Amari, you look wonderful," Carol greeted the dark-skinned girl with a smile on her face as she pressed a kiss to her cheek causing Amari to send her a small smile and respond, "Thank you"

Richard smiled at the two girls before a frown appeared on his face, " Tyler's here with Vicki, but he told us he'd be coming with you."

Amari awkwardly shared a look with Jenna before turning to face the older couple and explaining, "We aren't on speaking terms."

"Well, thank you for coming." Mayor Lockwood invited the two girls in who smiled in response making their way into the mansion as Jenna nudged the girl beside her and muttered, "Well that was awkward"

Jenna and Amari wondered around looking at the relics from the founders of the town. The curly brunette stood staring at her adoptive parents' wedding rings in a daze when Jenna grabbed her hand squeezing it in reassurance, "They would be so proud of you, Amari."

"You think so? I can't even help look after my siblings, let alone myself. Miranda would know what to do," Amari rambled, spacing out for a minute before turning to Jenna with a smile. "I'm gonna look for Elena, I'll find you in a bit." Jenna nodded her head watching her leave in concern.

Out of the three, Amari was the most sensitive about their death. She blamed herself but now, Jenna could see she was trying to move on. Trying to get back into the things that she was interested in before Miranda and Grayson died.

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Amari was walking around the mansion when she saw Elena talking to Stefan making her sigh as she made her way towards the couple with a smile on her face, " Lena, you bitch. I've been looking everywhere for you."

"Bunny, don't you look pretty" Elena greeted her friend with a smile as she checked out the suit she was wearing before turning her attention back to the original founders' party guest registry.

"The founding families of Mystic falls welcome you to the inaugural founders' council celebration. It's the original guest registry"

Amari moved to stand between Stefan and Elena as she scanned the names on the list. She spoke, with a tilt of her head and squinted eyes, "Look at all these familiar names. William Forbes, Benjamin Lockwood, is that Damon and Stefan Salvatore?"

"What?" Elena asked in surprise looking between her friend and her boyfriend with a confused expression on her face. Before she could say anything, Damon and Caroline walked into the room and the eldest Salvatore brother spoke up, "The original Salvatore brothers, our ancestors. Tragic story, actually."

Amari sighed with a sarcastic smile on her face as she turned to face Damon," Great, you're here" causing Stefan to smile in amusement while Damon faked a hurt look placing his hand against his chest, " Oh, come on, princess, don't be like that"

"We don't need to bore them with stories of the past," Stefan stated narrowing his eyes at his brother and ignoring the pet name. The raven-haired male smirked, raising his eyebrows in response when Elena turned her attention to her boyfriend and softly told him, "It's not boring, Stefan. I'd love to hear more about your family"

Stefan stiffened slightly which didn't go unnoticed by Amari who frowned in concern. Before she could comment on it, Caroline spoke up with a smile on her face, "Well, I'm bored. I wanna dance and Damon won't dance with me. Can I just borrow your date?"

Stefan smiled kindly as Elena stuttered over her words trying to find an excuse but the youngest Salvatore brother didn't want to leave Damon alone with either Amari or Elena as he shook his head and stated, "I don't dance."

Damon scoffed in disbelief with a smirk on his face as he interrupted his brother and informed the three girls, "Sure he does. You should see him, waltz, jitterbug, the moonwalk. He does it all."

"You wouldn't mind, would you, Elena?" Caroline questioned the eldest twin with her eyebrows raised causing the brunette to shake her head with a forced smile on her face and told her, "It's up to Stefan"

Caroline beamed at the Salvatore brother as she took his arm, before she could say anything Amari grabbed her wrist. She gave Caroline a forced smile, "If he doesn't wanna dance, then he doesn't wanna dance."

"If you wanna have a partner so badly," Amari sighed, already regretting this when Caroline grinned and Elena snorted. "Then you can dance with me."

Stefan smiled, he could see the discomfort on Amari's face at the thought of dancing. "It's ok, I'll dance with her."

Ignoring the sigh of relief from Amari, Caroline dragged the youngest Salvatore out of the room and towards the dance floor. Amari looked between Elena and Damon with a sigh before clearing her throat, " I'm gonna look for Jenna, no doubt she'll be at the bar drinking herself to death."

Elena chuckled in amusement watching her Amari send the "I'm watching you" to Damon before walking away. He chuckled at her before turning to Elena.

Later that night, Amari was in the bathroom fixing her makeup. She had left Jenna alone with Logan who was quite persistent for the strawberry blonde to give him another chance. The curly-brunette was in the bathroom re-applying her chapstick when Caroline walked into the bathroom smiling at her best friend and asked, "You having fun?"

"Yeah, if having fun means watching Jenna insult Logan Fell. I had to stop her from smashing a plate on his head" Amari said with a chuckle, causing Caroline to snort at her friend's words.

Caroline leaned towards the mirror putting some lipgloss on when Amari frowned at the bite mark that peeked out from the scarf she was wearing, "What is that?"

Caroline hummed in confusion turning to look at the curly-brunette with her eyebrows raised. Amari's eyes widened as she moved the scarf from her best friend's neck causing Caroline to jump away from her touch and sternly told her, "Don't."

The Taylor-Gilbert ignored the blonde as she moved the scarf away from her neck revealing a brutal bite mark on her neck. "Bear, what the fuck happened?"

The blonde moved away from Amari as she readjusts the scarf shrugging her shoulders casually and told her, "It's nothing. Don't worry about it."

Amari scoffed in disbelief, narrowing her eyes at the Forbes girl, and exclaimed, "Either you're into some really kinky shit or somebody hurt you." She glared, Caroline immediately shook her head as she stuttered over her words, " No, it's nothing, it's just, my mom would kill me."

The dark-skinned girl frowned in concern staring at Caroline but another bite mark caught her eye that was hidden by the shawl she was wearing. Amari's eyes darken as she narrowed them at the blonde and questioned, "Did Damon hurt you?"

"No, of course not" Caroline quickly cut her off with her eyes widened and glancing around. Attempting to push Amari away from her when she tried to look at the marks again, She snapped, "Just leave me alone, okay? God."

Amari scoffed raising her eyebrows and watching Caroline grab her purse before storming out of the bathroom. She sighed as she grabbed her chapstick, placed it in her pocket, and headed out of the bathroom in search of Damon Salvatore who she spotted him outside.

Amari's brown eyes narrowed at Damon as she stormed towards the eldest Salvatore with a cold look on her face. Shoving his chest harshly and looking at him in disgust as she hissed, "You're fucking insane! You stay away from Caroline or I'll kick your ass. Stay away from her, stay away from Elena, and stay away from me!"

Not even waiting for a response, the girl turned to search for Elena and Stefan who were dancing on the dance floor looking like they were having a heated argument. Amari sighed, rolling her eyes and making her way towards them, "I need to talk to you"

Elena and Stefan exchanged a confused look following after their friend who led them away from the crowd, "You need to sort your brother out before I do it for you! What kind of person does that!"

"Whoa, what are you talking about? What did he do?" Elena asked in confusion seeing how angry Amari was. She practically shook in rage as she narrowed her eyes at Stefan and explained, "There are bruises all over Caroline's body, bite marks. And he's got her all confused and messed up in the head."

Elena gasped in shock, glancing at Stefan who sighed looking down at the floor before glancing between the girls. "You don't look surprised" the brunette stated.

"I'm handling it" Stefan replied crossing his arms over his chest with a shrug of a shoulder. Both Amari and Elena scoffed in disbelief as the younger girl exclaimed, "Handling it? Stefan, you should be having him arrested."

Stefan went silent for a moment before glancing between the Gilberts, "Girls please, I, I don't expect you to understand."

Elena scoffed in disbelief, a fake smile on her face, and stated, "We don't understand anything, Stefan. So why don't you just clear it up for us."

"Something is wrong with him," Amari shook her head, glancing around before glaring at Stefan, "And I'm not staying to find out."

"Look, there are things you don't know, okay? Things that I want to tell you both but I can't and I may never be able to and I just need you to trust me." Stefan softly told them causing Amari to shake her head with a saddened look on her face, " I told you trust is earned, we can't just magically hand it over."

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"She took it off and I got flustered, okay? I didn't know what to say but I swear, I did not tell her, I just told her that you didn't mean to hurt me."

Caroline cried out, shaking in fear as the raven-haired vampire was dragging her away from the party. Damon had his jaw clenched together tightly in anger remembering when the dark-skinned girl had cornered him about the marks she had found on her best friend's body.

Damon stared at the blonde in front of him circling her until he was standing behind her with his hands on her hips. The raven-haired vampire pulled her close to his body as he breathed out heavily pushing her blonde hair away from her neck and whispered, "You make me crazy, you know that? It's okay, I forgive you"

"I swear, I didn't say…" Caroline started to say shaking her head only for Damon to cut her off as he shushed her and quietly told her, "It's okay. Unfortunately, I am so over you now"

Pressing sensual kisses to her neck before pulling back showing his fangs and biting viciously causing Caroline to let out an ear-shattering scream. Amari furrowed her eyebrows as she made her way down the stairs and towards the lake where she spotted Caroline on the floor.

"Holy fuck, Caroline," Amari's eyes widened in shock at the same bite mark that's all over her body. Caroline glanced around in confusion, picking up the crystal necklace that was on the ground before turning to stare at Amari with tears in her eyes, "You okay, bear?"

The blonde nodded her head with tearful eyes, her voice cracking as she softly told her, "yeah, I'm fine, I'm fine"

Amari sent a sympathized look to Caroline as her body was shaking in terror. She wrapped her arms around the blonde, pulling her into her lap and stroking her hair as she attempted to calm the Forbes girl, "You'll be alright, Bear. I won't let him hurt you, not anymore."

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andreafmn · 3 years

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Collision - Chapter 1

Word Count: 3,434

Characters: Female Reader Uley Character, Sam Uley, Allison Uley, Charlie Swan, Bella Swan, Seth Clearwater, Billy Black, Jacob Black, Emily Young, Paul Lahote, Harry and Sue Clearwater, Leah Clearwater

Story Description: (Y/N) Uley is back home after being away for four years. Her life at it’s first standstill and she is taking this time to find out who she is without school. But she never thought that coming back to the reservation would turn her whole life around. In the midst of secrets and mystery, a man crashes into (Y/N)’s and her life will never be the same.

*DISCLAIMER* I do not own in any way Twilight, all credits of the pre-established characters, script, and storyline belong to Stephanie Meyer and Summit Entertainment. The only thing I own is Uley Reader insert, any upcoming characters, and her storyline, as well as her effects in the others’ story line.

Chapter: 1/?

A/N: There’s no Cullen’s in the first chapter, we’ll see them soon though. Also, Esme is in the story but her and Carlisle are not together romantically. If you enjoy my writing I’ll also be posting them in AO3 and Wattpad along with other stories (I also hope to start taking requests if ya’ll want) Hope you enjoy and all constructive criticism is encouraged.

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Chapter 1

Going back home felt bizarre for (Y/N). It had been 4 years since she had moved away from the La Push Reservation on a scholarship to a prep boarding school in Seattle. Although students were expected to go back home during summer break, she spent her time in summer taking college classes or attending internships in the area, so going back didn’t fit into her plans.

But she had just graduated from high school and decided that taking a gap year could not hurt. Seeing her family wouldn’t be that bad either.

(Y/N) Uley had not reunited physically with Sam and Allison Uley since she left for school, only calling occasionally but always being to busy for anything else. The mother and son duo had grown accustomed to the short phone calls and vague emails they would receive from their studious family member. The Uley siblings used to be a very close pair, being only a year apart helped their bond. But since (Y/N) had invested all her energy into her high school career, their relationship rapidly dissipated; replaced by untold secrets and life-changing details.

The Uley girl had no idea what was in store when she went back home. She had left when she was 14 and was coming back an 18-year-old with a high school diploma and a bachelor’s degree. (Y/N) had always been an over achiever and applying to the school she had and taking dual enrollment was no surprise to her mother and brother.

The bus ride from Seattle to La Push lasted almost eight hours, so (Y/N) equipped herself with two books, plenty of snacks, and a fully charged iPod to handle the ride. She had gotten the earliest ride available always enjoying the intriguing mystery that 3 am travels brought. Her brown eyes surveyed the curious characters that voyaged alongside her a young woman sat with a sleeping baby in her arms, the dark circles under her eyes signaled the baby was still a newborn getting adapted to a sleep schedule; there was a middle-aged man, his eyes attached to a computer and a briefcase tight to his side; there were two teenagers, backpacks at their feet and shared headphones in between them. They were wearing light blue polo shirt and her school insignia embroidered on the left side of their shirt. She had seen them in passing, two freshmen still energetic and excited for their school life. She looked at them and smiled, remembering being in their shoes four years ago.

Four hours in, (Y/N) had finished one book, and the bus made its first stop in Port Angeles, the place where everyone that traveled with her got off. It wasn’t surprising to see from the top of her book as everyone got off, she didn’t recognize any of them from the reservation so it would have been surprising if any of them had stayed in the bus. For the next four hours, (Y/N) continued to read her second book surrounded by a comforting silence. The sun had risen about an hour ago and a nice warmth was streaming from the bus window and (Y/N) felt herself drift in bliss.

Her eyes fluttered open once again when she felt the bus finally rolling to a stop. She blinked a few times as she adjusted her vision to the bright midday sun and her brain restarted normal functions. The brunette gathered the bag with her travel companions and got up from the chair she had been glued to for eight hours.

“Have a good day,” the driver chimed as (Y/N) was walking down the bus.

“You too, drive safe!” The girl smiled and got her two suitcases out of the side of the bus.

(Y/N) got startled as she felt two arms wrap around her midriff and quickly swung her elbow back.

“Woah, woah, careful with those arms, (Y/N). It’s just me,” the girl turned around, a gleaming grin adorning her face.

“Sam!” She jumped onto the open arms of her older brother, seeing the years that had passed on his tired face.

“Look at you, darling. All grown up,” Allison Uley smiled, tears threatening to spill from her eyes.

“Mom, I’ve missed you.” (Y/N) hugged her mother tightly, noticing the difference in heights of her and her mother. Another thing she noticed was the strain between her mother and her brother. Before she left, they all had a very close relationship but now it felt like so many things had interlaced into their bond. “Let’s go home yeah?”

“I’m, actually I gotta go to my house,” Sam scratched the back of his neck.

“What house?” (Y/N) chuckled.

“I moved out, but I’ll come over for your welcome dinner.”

“Sam, she just came back. Don’t you wanna spend time with your sister?” Allison begged, wanting to have both of her children under the same roof again.

“I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“I just can’t, mom. Leave it.” Sam sighed. “I’ll see you at dinner, (Y/N).”

He kissed the top of his sister’s head and left. He wanted to tell them the whole truth, but he knew he couldn’t. Knowing that information would put them in a level of danger that he didn’t want them to be aware of.

(Y/N) stared at the retreating figure of his brother as he ran down the street, leaving her and their mother.

“What’s up with him?”

“Oh darling, if only I knew.” Allison sighed grabbing one of the suitcases her daughter had brought. “Let’s just head to the house so you can rest.”

“Yeah, let’s.” (Y/N) gave Allison a comforting smile and wheeled the second suitcase towards the truck.

The drive home was as short as she remembered, and the house hadn’t changed a bit. She walked up the steps to the porch and opened the old wooden door; it still made the same creaking sound. The house still smelled of seawater and pine, an odd mix but a comforting scent. (Y/N) regretted all the summers she missed here and all the days she spent away from her family.

She made her way up the stairs and entered the first door to the right. She ran her fingers through the stickers she had pasted on there when she was 13: a wolf, a rainbow, a heart, and a picture of her family. Her name still carved at the highest point of the door and she smiled at the memory of that. She sat atop Sam’s shoulder when she was just 12 years old, a trembling hand holding a pick as she carved as best as she could the name “(Y/N)”.

The doorknob as it was turned let out a squeaky groan and the door needed an extra push to open. The room had not changed at all. The walls were still painted a light green, the light switch still had the pink princess cover, the bedding had the little purple butterflies embroidered on them, and the pillows were all pink and purple. In a corner rested the five boxes (Y/N) had sent to the house from her dorm room.

“It hasn’t changed a bit,” (Y/N) commented as she felt her mother’s presence behind her.

“I didn’t want to change it until you came back,” Allison smiled. “But I’m sure you’d like to give this place a bit of a makeover.”

“Definitely,” she laughed. “I think I’ll go to Port Angeles this weekend, doing some shopping can’t hurt.”

“That’s true.” Allison side hugged her daughter as she laughed. She headed towards the door but stopped when she was called upon by her daughter.

“Hey, mom?”

“Yes, darling?”

“By any chance, do you know where Sam’s living?” Allison’s body stiffened but shared the information with her daughter. Maybe she could figure out why he’d just disappeared.

(Y/N) was surprised to hear he was living with a girl she barely knew. She knew of Emily Young through Leah Clearwater, but not much after that. Last thing she had heard Leah and Sam had been dating. She certainly had missed some very important pivotal points in her brother’s life.

The house wasn’t far, so she decided to walk there. Upon arrival she could feel the warm and inviting aura that the quaint house emanated. The blue door called to her as she knocked on it. It finally opened and revealed her brother.

“(Y/N), what’re you doing here?”

“I’m here to see my big brother. Is that such a crime?” She laughed.

“No, of course. Come in,” he smiled begrudgingly. “I don’t have much time so we gotta make this quick.”

“Wow, feeling the love there,” she chuckled passing through the doorframe.

“There’s just some things that I have to do before dinner tonight.”

“It’s okay, I get it. I just wanted to ask if you could help me on the weekend with my room. I’m bringing it four years into the present, gotta make sure it looks like an 18-year-old sleeps there.”

“Yeah, I’ll come over Sunday afternoon and help you then. Anything else you need?”

“Well, not exactly, but it wouldn’t help to catch up. You know make up for four years of chit chat conversations and get me up to date with at the happenings in your life.”

“There’s not much to say other than I moved out and I’m engaged.” He said nonchalantly.

“Excuse me?! You’re engaged and failed to mention that to me?”

“It’s not that big of a deal, (Y/N).”

“Yes, it is, Sam! You’re getting married and this is the first I’m ever hearing of this or the fact that you moved out or the fact that you’re engaged to your ex-girlfriend’s cousin. I think it is a big deal.”

“Okay, yeah. Kind of a long story on that one.”

“Enough time to tell it to me?” Sam hesitated. He could hear Emily’s truck approaching and two male voices coming back from patrol. He needed to get (Y/N) out of the house before they got here.

“Maybe another time. I’ll call you on Sunday, yeah?” Sam asked as he nudged his sister out of his house.

“I guess.” (Y/N) mumbled as she was pushed out the front door. “Bye.”

“See ya.” Sam kissed the side of her head and closed the door.

(Y/N) left the house with more questions about her brother that she had begun with but didn’t want to press on. There was no use if he wasn’t going to talk, so she walked back home.

Her mother had gone out, possibly grocery shopping for tonight’s dinner, giving (Y/N) time to catch up on some much-needed sleep. She walked up the stairs and into her room, plopping down on the bed not caring how she landed. All she wanted was to close her eyes and rest.

By six in the afternoon her eyes fluttered open once again. She could smell the dinner her mother had been cooking. The room had darkened as the sun was going down and thankfully her mother had turned on a lamp for (Y/N) to have some vision. The girl got up from bed and grabbed some clothes from her suitcase to take a quick shower before dinner. She stripped all her clothes off and let the water wash away all the hours of the day. As soon as the water started turning cold, she shut it off and got out.

For a second, (Y/N) stopped and stared at herself in the mirror above the sink. She barely recognized the girl staring back. The bags under her eyes were deeper than the last time she had seen herself in this specific mirror, her cheekbones were more defined than before, her skin paler than usual since she hadn’t really seen the sun in a while.

It didn’t take her long to change into some new clothes and head downstairs, where she saw her mother on the phone. Disappointment evident in her eyes.

“Sam, it’s your sister… please… ok, fine. Just don’t flake on her on Sunday,” Allison sighed, turning off her phone and slamming it on the counter.

“Everything okay, mom?”

“Oh, yeah, darling. Your brother won’t be able to join us, but Billy and Jacob, and the Clearwaters are on their way, and I also invited Charlie and Bella Swan. I hope you don’t mind that they join in.”

“No, I don’t mind. What about Paul?”

“You know I’ve never liked that boy, honey.” (Y/N) stared at her mother. Refusing to continue the conversation until Allison answered the question. “I did invite him, but he couldn’t come.”

“I love seeing you make an effort,” (Y/N) laughed and kissed her mother on the cheek. “I’ll set the table.”

“Thank you, darling.”

(Y/N) grabbed the 10 plates needed for the night and the respective cutlery. She still remembered how her mother liked the table arranged and set it as such. She set the vase filled with fresh flowers in the middle of the table, leaving space on the sides for the dinner platters. The arrival of the guests was soon after. (Y/N) had grown alongside Jacob and Leah, and on the summers, she would spend her times with the Swan girl. Once Seth was born, he became very close with the Uley girl.

“My oh my, (Y/N), how you’ve grown.” Billy Black grabbed Uley’s hand and smiled up at her, with the warmness that summer brought.

“Indeed, I have, and you haven’t aged a day in four years. What’s your secret?”

“It’s in the genes,” he laughed alongside the young girl. She’d always been a charmer, he thought “You remember my boy, Jacob, right?”

“How could I ever forget? Hey, Jake!”

“How you’ve been, (Y/N)?” Jacob approached his friend and wrapped her in a hug. “Been an awful long time.”

“Four years, that’s not much,” she smiled. “Come in.”

The father and son duo entered the house, and next came the Clearwaters. Harry, Sue, and Seth. No Leah. They had always been close to the Uleys, a bit of divide coming after the rupture between the eldest offspring of each family.

“Oh, wow, where has the time gone?” Sue commented, greeting the girl with a tight hug.

“4 years really do go by quick, don’t they?”

“They sure do, Harry.” (Y/N) smiled, motioning the couple in.

Finally, Seth walked in and engulfed (Y/N) in a tight hug. The girl was 5 years his elder, but he considered her one of his best friends. Seth and Paul were the only two people (Y/N) kept in close contact other than her family. For some time, Paul and (Y/N) had drifted apart but Seth always sent his monthly excited letters, updating her on what he had been up to.

“I missed you, (Y/N)!” Little Seth spoke into a bundle of brunette hair.

“I missed you too, Seth.” She smiled as he walked past her, joining his parents.

The last to enter were Sheriff Swan and Bella. The cop smiled at the girl and gave her a quick hug, commenting on how much she had grown, a low chuckle leaving his throat. Bella entered with hunched shoulders, possibly not wanting to be there but she still smiled at her old friend. Vague memories filled the girls’ heads of summer play dates and days at the beach.

“It’s been quite some time, huh?” Bella muttered.

“It sure has. It’s great to see you again,” (Y/N) smiled. “How have you liked Forks now that you’re back full time. Still hating cold weather?”

“Yeah,” the pale girl chuckled. “But it has its better days.”

The girls joined in a quick giggled before joining the rest of the group at the dinner table. Allison had already set the table and had said her hellos to the group.

The three males had engaged in sports conversations and the teens were all huddled in the kitchen munching on cheese and crackers and engaging in small chit chat.

“So, (Y/N), 18 and already a degree, how does that feel?” Jacob asked, stuffing his mouth with cheese and ham.

“Well, as good as it can be. Don’t know exactly what I’m gonna do now. All I know is that I’m taking a year off and taking a breather for the first time.” (Y/N) chuckled.

“I just can’t believe you’d spend all this time going to school, twice as much. I don’t like school at all,” Seth chimed in, picking apart the cheese and filling his mouth.

“So, you spent these past four years studying, including your summers?” Bella added.

“That’s correct,” (Y/N) smiled. “And now I have a degree and nothing to do with it.”

The group chuckled and moved towards the adults as they were being called to dinner. In the center of the table was a big platter of spaghetti and meatballs, (Y/N)’s favorite food, a tray of toasted garlic bread, and a bowl of a colorful mix of spring salad.

(Y/N) always enjoyed her mother’s cooking. Even on her saddest days, Allison’s cooking could warm her heart at any time. She and her mother had a very close relationship, even after four years of distance. Since her father left early in her life, her mother had always tried her hardest to make sure both her children were loved and cared for. And she stayed wondering where she had gone wrong with Sam and hoping (Y/N) didn’t stray away as her eldest had.

The dinner group had all taken their seats at the dinner table and were passing around the various platters, serving themselves their desired portions. Jacob and Seth were overfilling their plates, receiving a laugh from their respective parents. Charlie, Harry, and Billy were filling their plates with more protein than carbohydrates and the moms at the table smiled at the males engulfing the meatballs. (Y/N) looked around the table and smiled. It had been a long time since she had sat down with the important people in her life and was relaxed, even if two of them were missing.

After everyone was served, everything went almost quiet. Some background music could be heard from the living room and the sound of forks hitting plates and mouths chewing filled the environment. Everyone was comfortable with the silence, but there was still one question in everyone’s mind.

“Where’s Sam?” Seth spoke up, voicing everyone’s question. The whole table paused in action and Seth felt like a deer caught in the headlights. Sue softly elbowed her son. “What?”

“It’s okay, Sue,” (Y/N) smiled. “He couldn’t be here, bud.”

“Maybe he was feeling bad, like Leah.” He added earning a burning stare from both his parents.

“Maybe, Seth.”

“I just wanna apologize for our daughter missing this dinner. I know she really wanted to see you, (Y/N).”

“Oh, Harry, it’s really no problem. I’m sure I’ll catch up with her soon enough.” (Y/N) smiled trying to ease the tension felt in the room. She could see her mother gripping her fork tightly as she kept her head down. “But I would also like to apologize on behalf of Sam, I know he wanted to be here.”

Everyone simply nodded and went back to their plates. The rest of the evening was enjoyable. No one mentioned the pair that was missing, and (Y/N)’s past four years were questioned in depth. She had an answer for everything except “What are you gonna do now?”

She didn’t know and that’s what she answered. She mentioned she wanted to study medicine, having finished a degree in biology and always loved taking care of other people. Sue was excited, being a nurse herself. But (Y/N) had landed at a standstill in terms of her life and career. A vast portion of her life had been defined as a student and now that this part was over, she didn’t know who she was.

The dinner festivities were over soon thereafter, leaving Allison and (Y/N) to clean up after the group. The Uley pair put everything away in silence, exhausted from the eventful day. (Y/N) could see as her mother wiped away a few stray tears, sniffling behind her hair. The girl knew better than to bring the topic back up and left her mother with a kiss on the temple and a good night.

Upstairs, (Y/N) prepared herself for bed. The event had drained nay energy still left in her and she plopped down on the bed with a small thud. She had prepared her clothes for the next day, knowing her energy would also be drained but still excited to have this change. Her eyes fluttered close as she heard in the distance her mother’s quiet footsteps on the staircase, darkness overtaking her.

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demonicheadcanons · 4 years

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The Obey Me Brothers Reaction to MC Breaking Down Over Schoolwork

(Initial ask contains an ableist slur and so cannot be posted. Please, in future, refrain from using slurs in any asks sent in!! It has since been added to my rules and I will straight up delete asks with slurs in them. Thank you <3)

AN: Apologies for taking so long to get to this one, its been in my inbox for a while. I’m sorry you were feeling that way, its really difficult getting adjusted to everything again, I work in a school and a lot of the students and teachers alike are definitely really struggling. Best wishes <3

I think I’m usually okay at not letting slip that Levi is my favourite boy, but you can tell here ;u; Sorry

Lucifer

He realises all too late that things are probably tough. Initially Lucifer is distant, and whilst he notices how tired you look sometimes at RAD, he decides to ignore it - you were probably distressed because you had been pulled into the Devildom out of nowhere, you’d just have to adapt because nothing else could be done. In his mind it was pointless worrying about it.

However, as he begins to pay more and more attention to you, he realises its more than that. You frown in class, your grades jump around and you don’t leave your room regularly, probably too busy focusing on studying. The few times you’ve accepted his offer of help, you seem to be on edge.

He decides one night to check in on you, and he hears a harsh thud from a few paces down the hall. He throws the door open without knocking, convincing himself that he was just worried you might be hurt because they needed you for the exchange programme and it would be a pain replacing you now, months into the whole endeavour.

You whirl around, arm still raised, your grip tight on your textbook. He looks about and sees other books scattered about, the room a mess.

Lucifer makes a low growling noise in the back of his throat, raising a hand to press against his temples before he freezes, finally taking in the look on your face. Your eyes are wide, having been essentially caught by the one person you really, really wouldn’t want to see you right now. You lower your arm slowly as he approaches, taking your face in his hands before you can duck away from him.

His tone and expression are impossible to place as he silently examines you, gloved hands wiping across your cheeks to get rid of any traces of your tears. You don’t have the time to process any of it before he pulls you against his chest, wrapping his arms carefully around your shoulders.

Lucifer is silent, almost eerily so, and he holds you there without moving until you either push him away or until you stop sniffling and drop the book. Even when he does speak again, he’s quiet, deep in thought as he looks around the room and tells you simply to head over to his - he’ll bring you something to eat shortly, get some rest in the meantime. You mumble something about a test, and he waves a hand. He’ll bring the textbook, its fine, go rest.

It takes him a half hour to get to his room, carrying a tray with some tea and snacks. Your textbook is tucked under one arm, and he gently invites you to eat before he starts talking things out. He asks if classes are too difficult, asks if there’s anything in particular you’re struggling with. He makes a lot of offers - Luci is a busy guy, but he can free up a time slot if you want to study with him, or he can get you a tutor, or you can simply text him your concerns and he’ll respond as soon as he’s available. His advice is simple and realistic.

Once you’re done eating and drinking, he opens the textbook and goes over the things that are most likely to be on the test. He gives tips, explains the things that confuse you in a clear and concise manner. He’s a good teacher, and he’s a lot more patient than you’ve seen him before.

Overall, Lucifer is a quiet comfort, but a determined one. He works to make things easier for you in the background, marking out important parts of the textbook so you know what to focus on, and offering a hand whenever you need it. Also, when you get back to your room later, your books are neatly organised on your desk.

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Mammon

Mammon randomly pops into your room quite often, making excuses about how he’s absolutely entitled to because he’s in charge of taking care of you. On this particular evening, you have absolutely no warning as per usual and he doesn’t bother knocking, because this boy only has good manners when it benefits him.

He freezes instantly, and he’s over to you in a second before you can throw whatever’s in your hand. His grip is careful but tight on your wrist and he squeezes until you let it go, tossing whatever it was onto your bed without looking and wrapping you up in his arms. You might feel trapped for a second, but he has this fear that you’re Going To Get Hurt and so he just holds onto you until you settle and start sobbing against his chest. (Mammon is panicking too much to think about it, and he’ll definitely apologise after and try not to do it again if he scared you.)

He pulls you over to the bed and sits you down, a hand smoothing through your hair. His grip remains on you at all times, and you can feel his hands shaking when he asks what’s wrong, MC? Did something happen?

Mammon listens carefully, swallowing and smoothing a hand over your hair when you tell him its because the work here is just too damn hard and you can’t do it, you can’t, you can’t remember all the dates for the history or recall the right Latin to say for this one course and its not like it matters anyway because you’re human, why would you need this?

He mumbles back “I know, I know,” and runs his hands down your arms, back, along your hair. Wherever he can to comfort you, wherever makes your breathing slow back to a normal pace and takes away the hiccups left from sobbing. He doesn’t force you to look at him, almost doesn’t want you to as he bites back sniffles and sobs and wipes his face against his sleeve because crying right now won’t fix anything for you.

When you’re both calmer again, he starts rambling about something or other to take your mind off it. Mammon isn’t one to offer any immediate solutions, and rather tries to distract you with stories until you fall asleep and he can lay you down and march straight to Lucifer and demand he talk to Diavolo about this, as fearless as if he were defending Belphie or Levi for accidentally breaking something.

You’re assigned a tutor, and have tutoring sessions with each of the brothers for things they’re good at, with Lucifer and Satan covering any areas the others don’t particularly excel in. Mammon himself helps you with maths, and although he isn’t always the best at explaining it, his presence along is comforting and helps makes working through a little easier, and he’s good for taking your mind away from any stress so that you can focus without worry holding you back.

Leviathan

He had just wanted to get something back that he loaned you, a book or DVD. He can’t remember what it was the second he hears a crash and throws open your door, and finds you in a ball on the floor, the room a mess around you. You don’t even look up as the door opens, and the two of you stay in place for a few moments.

Levi doesn’t know what to do, doesn’t know where to start, but he can do one thing. Quietly and carefully, he tiptoes around your room and starts putting things back where they belong. He tidies your desk, faintly organises whatever notes he finds by subject and piles them up together. He doesn’t touch you, because he’s worried you wouldn’t want him to right now, that he might scare you, and so he just tidies until the room looks a little more normal again.

When you finally look up, he’s sitting a few feet in front of you, headphones on as he stares at his D.D.D., either playing a game or watching a video or scrolling through Wikis as he waits patiently for you to start the conversation or ask for whatever comforts you need. You move over to sit beside him, and he blushes but takes off his headphones and holds an arm out so you can rest against his shoulder.

He lets you watch whatever is on his phone for a beat before asking in a hushed voice if you need anything, if something was wrong, or if someone (maybe him?) upset you. When you tell him it’s about schoolwork, he sighs and pulls you closer without thinking about it. He hands you his D.D.D. and puts his headphones on you, tells you to stay there for a bit and keep watching until he gets back.

Levi returns a few minutes later with Satan in tow, each of them carrying a bag with their own textbooks in them. Levi kneels down to take back his D.D.D. and headphones and to help you up, and tells you you’re all going to start studying together in the library. If you’d be okay with it, he means... he could use the help too, and maybe it wouldn’t feel so bad if you were there. Not for any reason in particular!

Study sessions are added to your schedule after that. Even on days where Satan is off doing something else, Levi will tutor you on whatever he finds easiest - usually history, and oftentimes its history involving the navy. His shyness melts away into confidence as he talks about all the things he’s done, about how he was appointed head thousands of years ago and he thinks he’s yet to let Diavolo down.

After study sessions you go and get a drink together, something like bubble tea or smoothies or whatever, and then play games together to relax and let the info sink in instead of obsessing over it. If you ever start to get stressed out again, Levi gently puts his headphones on you and the two of you wait it out together, and he smiles at you every time you take the headphones off and take a deep breath, ready to keep working. He’s proud.

Satan

Satan is observant enough to notice ahead of time that something is about to happen. You seem horribly stressed and unfocused in your classes one day in particular, and he decides to stop by your room the second he gets home to find out what was wrong.

He knocks and waits for a while, but you don’t answer, and he was sure he heard noise before but now your room is deathly silent. He carefully creaks the door open a bit to call in and see if you’re there, and hears paper crumpling against the door. Deciding to investigate, he opens it a little more and slides in through the gap.

The room is a mess of books and paper and pillows, and you’re at your desk, hands clamped hard over your ears. You’re making some kind of whimpering noise every now and then, and Satan starts to piece things together as he gathers up books in one arm and smooths out paper. He taps you on the back before moving back a pace or two, just in case.

You freeze before turning around to look at him, seeming almost guilty, and he doesn’t really get why you’d feel that way but he holds up your books and clears his throat. “Do you want some help?”

Satan is more practical than emotional and, whilst he isn’t sure what kind of comfort he can offer you right now, he knows he can help with the work, help make it easier. He pulls a chair over beside you, motioning for you to scoot over, and leans against you as he opens the first book and asks where you were struggling. He keeps a constant connection between the two of you, either has his leg against yours or his entire side against you so that you know he’s there, so that you’re permanently aware of his presence.

He doesn’t look at you too often, not when you can see him do it. Even then, there’s no judgement in his gaze, just his brows furrowing slightly out of concern until your breathing in alright and you start to smile in little bursts again. He smiles then as well, scribbling down some notes for you.

After that, Satan regularly pulls you aside after class and asks if you want to come out with him to a cafe or to the library, or he’ll call you to his room in the house and ask if you’ll let him teach you this set of notes so that he can remember it better. He’s subtle, never really brings up what happened and never asks you about it because he’s already got it all figured out in his mind. Instead, he just works on moving on from it and making sure it doesn’t happen again, and if it does, he’ll be ready to be there for you again.

Asmodeus

Asmo had decided to visit your room because you weren’t responding to his messages asking if you wanted to go out shopping with him. Majolish had new season wear and he absolutely needed to go get first pickings at it, and he wanted you there by his side.

He knocks but opens your door immediately after anyway, not giving you time to do much more than turn to face the door, bringing the pillow you were about to throw up over your face instead so he can’t read too much of your expression. He sees the tears, anyway, and without thinking walks over to you and holds your face in his hands.

His voice is laced with concern as he asks what’s wrong, and he immediately looks like he’s going to cry as well, but he just did his makeup and he’s not going to risk ruining it right now. Instead he moves over to the bed and pulls you down onto his lap, holding you tight against his chest. He keeps asking, every few moments, if something was wrong and if there’s anything he can do, and his eyes dart around the room to try to piece it all together. Your books were still out on your desk, pillows a mess around the room, and you... You were curled up against him, shaking and choking down sobs.

Asmo pouts and holds you in silence until you calm down and start talking to him, start telling him what was wrong, what subject you’d been struggling with over the past hour and you were still stuck on the same damn page and not making any progress and the test was only a few days away and everyone was expecting so much from you, you who never even asked to be here. Obviously you weren’t good enough for this, obviously they should’ve chosen someone better-

Asmo cuts you off there, pushes against your shoulders until he can see your expression and cup your face in his hands. He’s not having you put yourself down because you’re struggling with work that the centuries-old demons also had a hard time with, not on his watch, and he tells you just as much. When he’s done half-scolding you, his expression softens and he offers whatever help he can. He’s sure he can rope Satan or Lucifer into helping out, and if not he can charm the examiners into giving you a better score... he keeps going until some of his silly advice gets you to snort out a little laugh, and then he relaxes.

He lays back and pulls you down with him, sighing as he instructs you to take a nap, and then after you two can go out shopping and you’ll figure everything out as you strip Majolish bare of its new wonderful outfits. And Asmo keeps to his word. As you’re trying things on he talks through the stall walls, proposing different ideas to you whilst simultaneously boosting your confidence as he compliments you and finds the perfect outfits for you.

Asmo makes it clear that if ever you should need a distraction, just give him a call - there’s always something better to do than reading over textbooks, and he’ll throw in study sessions so long as you’re there to spend time with him. Anything to make you feel better.

Beelzebub

Beel was in the kitchen, clearing out the fridge as usual when he heard a muffled thud against the wall. He pauses, turning to look in that direction, and realises that its the wall attached to your room.

He’s outside your door in no time, and taps nervously against it with his fingertips before opening the door slightly and calling in to ask if you were okay, and could he come in please? He hesitates when you don’t respond, but decides to head in anyway, because you might be hurt and any embarrassments he’s sure the two of you could live with, but with an injury there was no guarantee, not for a human.

There are books everywhere, the room as messy as he’s ever seen it, and you’re... nowhere to be seen. Not until he hears a sniffle and rounds the corner into the dining room section, and finds you curled up in a ball against the wall, face against your knees. He’s quick to back away, worried that he’ll upset you more, but then Beel kneels down a few paces in front of you and leans forward to tap your arm.

You flinch and look up immediately, pulling your knees closer to your chest until you realise its him, and then you just look guilty. Beel’s chest hurts, he feels horrible - what happened to make you feel like this? Could he help, or should he go get someone else? He asks just as much, voice somewhat broken over the questions as he hesitates. He doesn’t get this anxious often, but right now you remind him of Belphie a few thousand years ago, and he doesn’t know what to do with that.

He pushes the thought away and slides closer, sitting against the wall beside you. His presence might not help, and he waits for you to tell him to leave, but after a while you press against his side and he opens his arms to you and holds you as tight as he can until you feel a little bit okay again. And then he asks, again, what’s wrong, and he waits for you to tell him, shaking but as patient as can be. You open up to him slowly, and he listens.

Beel doesn’t know how to help, doesn’t think he’d be a good tutor for you, doesn’t know how to relieve the stress really. But, he promises his arms are always there if you want a warm hug, and... he is sure that there is some resolution to be found, but for now you should just do your best and that’s all anyone could expect from you, and if anyone doesn’t like that then... he’ll be your bodyguard, ready to defend you at any moment. He was good at that, sometimes.

Beel smiles at you and gives you the warmest smile he can manage before tucking your head back against his shoulder or chest. He tells you to rest for a little while, and then you can try working again later. Whilst you’re asleep, he pulls out his D.D.D. and messages Belphie asking for advice, and then Lucifer. By the time you wake up, he’s got a few tips from the brothers and a tutoring timetable is being organised by Lucifer for the two of you, so that you wouldn’t be alone.

Belphegor

Belphie doesn’t know why he was on his way to your room, and he stops thinking about it the second he throws the door open and sees you crying. He’s too tired to put the pieces together as he looks around, too tired to really take in the room, but he’s on high alert when he runs over and wraps you in his arms, looking around properly to see if anyone was there, if anyone had hurt you.

You can hear him growling in the back of his throat until he slowly relaxes, shoulders lowering as he takes in how messy your room is. It must’ve been you, he decides, holding you closer to him. A demon would’ve left this place in a horrible state. But nothing was torn, just scattered around.

He’s more awake when he pulls you over to the bed and immediately lays down with you on his chest. He doesn’t get what’s wrong yet, but he’ll figure it out. He wills his powers, his sin’s influence, over you until you’re drowsy and fall asleep, still sniffling occasionally, and then he starts to work things out.

By the time you wake up, Belphie apologises for how disorientated you might feel. He probably should’ve talked to you first before making you fall asleep. He smiles sheepishly at you, but the concern in his eyes is only thinly veiled, and you can see through to it.

“So, school, huh?” he asks, lopsided smile almost teasing. He wants to make you smile, or laugh if he’s lucky. Instead you make a frustrated noise and press your face into his chest again, and he pats your head to comfort you. You hear him swallow before he pushes against your shoulders to get you to look at him again.

He’s not hiding so much when he asks what’s wrong, and he listens as you stumble through an explanation before sighing and asking if you want to take another nap. He grins when you glare at him, before adjusting you both so you’re sitting up again. “Let’s get to work, then. What subject is first?”

Belphie isn’t the best at a lot of the work, and he’s missed a lot of classes, but he’s a decent help and he keeps your stress down by cracking jokes and patting your head when you do well. He’s a comforting presence, and if you get overwhelmed again he leans his elbows against the desk, head in hands, and suggests you take another nap with him because he could really use one right now. He laughs when you swat at him and tell him to focus, and then looks at you and tells you that you can come to him if you need help, anytime. Don’t wake him up if he’s deep asleep, though - get Mammon or someone stupid to do that, he jokes, just in case he lashes out.

In future, Belphie will tap on your door when he knows you’re studying and, although he often falls asleep at your desk or just immediately heads over to your bed to nap, he gives off a comforting aura that makes the work a bit bearable for longer.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #fluff #breakdown mention #ask to tag #food mention #no beta reading as usual #time to queue #school

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hintofelation99 · 3 years

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Jason Chaperons Damian's Field Trip

Damian and Jason in the Batcave trying to murder each other

Jason: I'm going to kill you demon brat!

Damian: Ha! I'd like to see you try Todd!

Fighting continues for the next two days

Bruce: That's it! Jason, Damian, no more fighting. You two are going to bond even if it kills you!

Jason: Again?

Bruce: Not the time Jason!

Damian, rolling his eyes: And how exactly do you expect me to bond with this barbarian?

Bruce: A trip to the art museum.

Damian and Jason look confused.

Bruce: Damian's class is going to the Gotham art museum next Friday. I was going to chaperon, but since you both decided to try and stab each other in public I have some PR matters to attend to. So, Jason will chaperon.

Damian: That is absolutely ridiculous father. Is it not enough that I am already forced to see subpar art with snot nosed brats? Now I have to take the zombie?!

Jason: Watch it brat!

Damian: Tt

Jason and Damian glare at each other.

Bruce: No, your brother is taking you to see world renowned art with your peers.

Jason: C'mon Bruce, world renowned? It's the Gotham art museum.

Bruce, glaring: Fine. Country renowned.

Jason raises his eyebrows.

Bruce: Don't push it. I'll call the school and let them know that you're taking my place.

--> The Next Friday <--

Jason: Damian! Get your ass down here!

Damian: I am right beside you Todd.

Jason: Where's your tie? And your blazer? Where's your backpack?

Damian: Calm down Todd. I have never been late for school and I do not plan to deviate from that today.

Jason: Whatever. Just be ready in the next five minutes, I want to get coffee first and we are not going to be late.

Damian: Pennyworth has already brewed a pot of that infernal drink.

Jason: And Tim has already called dibs on the entire pot. That kid is scrawny, but when it comes to coffee he's vicious.

Damian: Tt.

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Damian: STOP THE CAR RIGHT NOW TODD!

Tires screech as Jason whips into a parallel parking spot in front of the school. Damian's entire class watches this happen. They look terrified.

Damian, jumping out of the car, cursing in Arabic: Are you trying to murder me?!

Jason, casually getting out of the car with a Frappuccino, shrugs: I told you we wouldn't be late.

Damian: WE ARE THIRTY MINUTES LATE!!

Jason, shrugs: Oops.

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Teacher: Ok class! This is Jason Todd, he is Damian's older brother and he will be helping out on the field trip today. I expect you all to be on your best behavior today! Now Mr. Todd, would you like to tell us a little about yourself?

Jason, feet on a desk not paying attention, glaring at Damian.

Teacher: Mr. Todd?

Jason chokes on Frappuccino, stands up.

Jason: Uh, yeah, sure. Um, my name is Jason Todd, feel free to just call me Jason. Uh, what else?

Teacher: Maybe give us a fun fact about yourself?

Jason: Sure, sure. Uh I recently spent some time down under.

Teacher: Oh, in Australia?

Jason: Yeah, let's go with that.

Damian facepalms

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On the bus, kids screaming and throwing things at each other. Damian and Jason sit at the front near Damian's teacher. Jason has his eyes closed and looks tense.

Teacher: Uh, Mr. Todd? Jason? Are you alright?

Jason: Just peachy.

Damian: Pull it together Todd. You are embarrassing me.

Jason: Listen demon spawn, I'm trying to keep it together and not maim a rich brat. So why don't you shut up.

Damian: Tt. Everyone knows you are too cowardly to maim a child. However, I do admit that the loud and confined environment could cause stress... Here. Take these.

Damian hands Jason headphones. Jason looks confused.

Damian: Grayson claims that music can have a calming affect.

Jason: ...Thanks brat.

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Teacher: Ok class we are here! Remember to stick with your groups. Group one is with me. Group two is with Mrs. Smith. And group three is with Jason.

Kids break into groups, each group has seven kids.

Jason: Group three over here!

Damian rolls his eyes as the other six kids approach.

Jason: Be nice. Ok kiddos, we're starting at the uh American Rural Avant Garde exhibit. What the fuck is that crap?

Teacher: Oh my! Um, Mr. Todd. We do not encourage such strong language.

Jason: Wha- oh! You mean crap, so teach' that's my bad.

Teacher: Uh, no I uh-

Jason: Anyway c'mon demons let's go look at shitty art.

Teacher, chanting under their breath: The Wayne's donate a lot of money. The Wayne's donate a lot of money.

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In the cubism section.

Kid 1: Mr. Todd! When's lunch?

Jason: Call me Jason kid, and it's only ten? Lunch isn't until one.

Kid 2: But I'm hungry!

Kid 3: And this is boring!

Jason: It's not that bad, look at this thing! It's- oh shit is that a Picasso?

Kid 4: Uh, yeah?

Jason: Fuck that asshole, let's go get ice cream.

Damian: Todd! That is not in the schedule, we can not skip a section just because you dislike the artist!

Jason: See, that's were you're wrong baby bird. I'm in charge and I say that Picasso is an asshole and we're skipping his shit.

Damian: We are already in trouble with father, if we exhibit bad behavior he might force us to spend more time together.

Jason: Look kid, Bruce sent me here because he wants us to bond. The greatest form of bonding is breaking rules and skipping school. So, really, by skipping we're actually doing what he wants.

Damian: Tt. I suppose that sounds accurate.

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Jason: Time for lunch kiddos.

Kid 2: But we just finished our ice cream break?

Jason: No, we just finished the seeing the museums second floor. Right?

Kid 6: No we-

Jason: No no, we finished the second floor. The whole ice cream thing, that's our little secret. Right?

Kids: Ohhhhh

Jason: Now you're getting it!

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Damian glares at his lunch

Jason: What's wrong kiddo?

Damian: Tt. It appears that I might have, accidentally, taken Drake's lunch instead of my own.

Jason: And? What's the problem?

Damian: Drake, packed that abomination that he calls a sandwich.

Jason: Oh, god. He packed a peanut butter pepperoni sandwich again?

Damian, looking at the lunch with complete disgust: Yes.

Jason: Here, take my PB&J.

Damian: ...

Jason: Timbits taste in sandwich's is a crime against humanity. But I'm not vegan, so if worst comes to worst I'll eat it.

Damian: ...Thank you Todd. I- I did not think you cared about my dietary choices.

Jason: Just because we fight sometimes doesn't mean I won't have your back kid. Yeah, I guess being vegan is a choice, but it's a choice that I'll always support.

Damian quickly hugs Jason before taking his sandwich and pretending nothing happened.

Damian: I appreciate the support. Thank you, brother.

Jason: No problem baby bird.

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Jason: So, we have an hour before we have to get back on the bus. And, uh- oh shit! Ok, so apparently we had an assignment. Uh, the instructions say to draw your favorite work and write why you like it. What the fuck kind of bullshit assignment is that?

Jason: Uh, ok we're doing a speed draw. Everyone just pull up your favorite work on the museum website and try your best.

--> 40 Minutes Later <--

Jason: Ok, hand me your sheets and let's head to the bus.

Damian, hands his assignment in.

Jason: Whoa, huh.

Damian, looking nervous: What Todd?

Jason: Nothing, just this is a really good drawing kid.

Damian blushes: Of course it is.

Jason smiles and ruffles Damian's hair: Good job brat.

Damian smiles and heads to the bus

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Both in the car, about to drive back to the manor.

Jason: You know, I actually sorta had fun today.

Damian: Your presence was... enjoyable.

Jason: We're never telling that to Bruce, right?

Damian: Obviously, if father thinks that his plan worked he will be completely insufferable.

Jason: Agreed. Y'know, sometimes field trips go long.

Damian: Oh?

Jason: Yeah, I mean, it wouldn't be too weird if we were an hour or so late getting home.

Damian: If we were to be late getting home, how would we spend that time?

Jason: There's a cool arcade that should be open right now.

Damian: I do not believe that I have ever been to an arcade.

Jason: Well, that needs to be fixed right now. You down baby bird?

Damian: I- uh I am down, is that the correct usage of the term?

Jason: Hell yeah.

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Based on this headcanon.

#also the peanut butter pepperoni sandwich is curtesy of my brother #he got dared to eat one in high school and decided he liked it #his wife was v disappointed when she realized he still eats them #batman #bruce wayne #incorrect batfam quotes #damian wayne #robin #jason todd #red hood #field trips #brotherly bonding #batbros #mypost

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yoimix · 3 years

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「好きとか嫌いとか」

TSUKKI’s going to end up with a killer neck ache at this rate.

if you hadn’t fallen asleep on his shoulder on the train ride, he wouldn’t be searching up ‘remedies for shoulder pain’ or ‘what to do when someone falls asleep on your shoulder’ right now. if only he had just refused your offer to take the long route home, he wouldn’t be as stiff as a literal beanpole and praying this doesn’t do permanent damage.

you, however, have already inflicted permanent damage to his brain. there’s no way he would’ve said yes to anyone else. the soft rumbling of the train usually puts him at ease. not when you’re around. the earbud is still stuck to your ear although he stopped the music a while ago.

carefully, he reaches for it, the wire sandwiched between your cheek and his shoulder. it’s not an easy task to wake you up, he knows this from experience, but all at once, he doesn’t want you to break this peaceful sleep of yours. at least it’s quiet.

you stir the moment his finger touches your cheek, getting up with hair messed up on one side. tsukishima holds back a snide comment.

“are we there?” you mumble groggily, rubbing your eyes.

“no.”

“then why’d you wake me up?” you complain.

“because you’re disgusting,” he states. “don’t drool on my shoulder.”

“ah. sorry, tsukki,” you say, straightening and scratching the back of your head.

somehow, he misses the warmth of your breath tickling his neck.

“you sound like yamaguchi,” he mutters.

“eh? do you want me to bicker with you instead?”

“it’s not bickering if you’re the only one getting shot down.”

“hey! when did i get shot down?”

tsukishima hums. “you’re going to get shot down now.”

it’s a bold move for him. but he knows that when he leans in like this, you’re going to start sputtering nonsense. there’s barely any distance between the two of you anyway, since you always have to disregard his personal space and sit so close to him. and for some shitty reason, he lets you.

“it- i- what? what do you even mean by that? don- don’t be stupid. i’m not an idiot, you know?”

bingo. he wonders if he can get you to practically blow steam out of your ears like back in middle school. it was fun to see how easily provoked you were.

he hears you breathe in.

“whatever. by the way, tsukki, did you switch out your headphones for regular earphones so we could listen to the same song?” you ask, regaining your composure.

tsukki can feel a protest bubble in his throat. that was not the reason. he only brought these because his brother took his headphones without permission. how would he know he’d be taking the long way home this evening?

then again, he should know the way his walls crumble around you. you make him want to say yes.

like, dislike, it’s all the same when it comes to you.

“by the way, aren’t you failing math?” tsukishima teases. “do you need more tuitions? i charge by the hour.”

“no, i’m not! and why would you charge me? you’re- you’re just changing the topic.”

he suppresses his sly smile, covering his mouth and looking away at the blinking light on the wall opposite. three more stations to go.

“ah, i dislike you so much. how come you’re still this annoying after years?” you complain, arms crossed indignantly.

“it’s not like you’ve changed much. you’re still as loud as a jukebox.”

“but then again...”

tsukishima looks up as your voice softens.

“if i had to say whether i liked you or hated you, i’d probably say i like you,” you mumble, a pleasant smile on your face.

tsukki feels a small smile on his face. it’s always that brazen mouth of yours. he’s not going to reciprocate it aloud though. that’s too lame.

“whatever. choose the next song,” he mumbles, handing over the earbud to an all too bright-faced you.

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #tsukishima imagine #tsukishima kei #tsukishima fluff #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu blurbs #hq x reader #hq imagines #tsukishima #haikyuu fluff #hq fluff #hq!! x reader #x reader #tsukishima scenarios #rosemi.drabble

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abused-sides · 3 years

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Hungry [dead dove: do not eat]

Trigger warning: someone dies from a food allergy and it’s VERY graphic, it’s an unsympathetic character. This is also written from someone who has a ton of severe food allergies, including the one that’s used, so it’s not some random asshole making light of a situation. Abusive relationships, death, murder, unsympathetic character is murdered

note: please read the trigger warnings and do not fucking read if it’ll bother/trigger you, this is the last warning

xxx

Every morning, Janus ran out to buy him and Remus coffees while Remus stayed behind and burnt their breakfast.

Logan woke up to the smoke detector screaming and the rest of their roommates groaning while Roman frantically waved a blanket and snapped at his brother (Janus still smiled when he came home). It was as good of an alarm clock as any.

Every morning, Logan scraped together breakfast for a boyfriend he didn’t love.

Remus and Janus’ voices carried over from the living room as they ate on the couch. Logan used the burnt remnants of their stove to make bacon and eggs, something he could cook in his sleep. He wasn’t sleeping, though—He was focused on Remus and Janus.

“So,” Remus stole a piece of bacon and talked with his mouth full, “when’s the oaf getting up?”

Janus sipped at his coffee. “Obligatory defensive comment incoming,” he murmured, and Remus wrapped an arm around his waist.

“Don’t make fun of him,” Logan announced.

As much as Patton begged everyone to get along, Remus was never one to hide how he felt. Neither was Jaxon.

“You know he doesn’t do it on purpose, and you know he’ll be down here any second,” he whispered, and bumped Remus with his hip, who laughed. “Get out of here!”

Remus finished the bacon and said, “I gotta get to work anyway.”

That didn’t stop him from making out with Janus a good few minutes before leaving.

Jaxon stumbled into the kitchen sleepily.

“Morning, J,” Logan said quietly.

He hated Jaxon’s first appearance—he was too tired for Logan to tell what type of mood he was in. He used to stay quiet until he knew for sure, but Jaxon snapped at him once and said, “When you don’t say good morning, it feels like you’re mad at me or you don’t care about me.”

Logan always said good morning now.

Jaxon ignored him, took his plate, and went back upstairs. Logan relaxed.

“Just let me know when you want me to kill him for you,” Janus sneered, then ducked into his and Remus’ room.

Roman left for work next, singing on his way out, followed by Patton, who kissed Logan’s cheek and told him to stay safe. Virgil worked nights and didn’t wake until well after 3pm. Janus used noise-cancelling headphones while he worked. As much as Logan tried, he couldn’t get a shift today. He was essentially alone with Jaxon.

His stomach churned.

He went to his computer.

It didn’t take long for Jaxon to come back downstairs. He wrapped his arms around Logan’s shoulders and nuzzled into his neck.

“What’s going on?” Jaxon asked. “You’re tense.”

Logan’s shoulders relaxed. “I just have a lot of work to do.”

“So? Take a break. Come hang out with me.”

“Jaxon…” Logan frowned at the screen. “I have a deadline.”

Jaxon yanked his arms back. “Are you mad at me or something?”

Logan looked over his shoulder. “What? No. Why would I be mad?”

He crossed his arms over his chest and scowled, brown eyes hard. “Because you haven’t hung out with me all week. I never see you anymore.”

“I work right here in the living room because you wanted to see me more,” Logan insisted. “And we watched three movies last night. We can watch three more tonight.”

“Well I don’t wanna force you.”

Janus’ door creaked open. “That’s exactly what you want to do. Can you two quiet down?”

“Come with me,” Jaxon growled under his breath and grabbed Logan’s wrist.

Logan stumbled after him.

“HEY!” Janus stormed forward and grabbed Logan’s other wrist. “He has a deadline. He needs to work. Have you no manners?”

“Sorry, princess, I wasn’t raised in a castle.” Jaxon yanked Logan hard enough for his shoulder to ache.

“You’re hurting me,” he said desperately.

“Let go of him.” Janus’ eyes were deadly slits. His teeth were fangs, his grip of a Boa.

Logan pulled—he’d get punished for that later—until Jaxon let go and he stumbled back into Janus’ arms. Janus quickly righted him then took his hands away. Logan shivered.

“We’ll talk about this later,” Jaxon mumbled, “when the snake isn’t around.”

He turned and stomped up the stairs. The door slammed, and Logan flinched.

“I’m sorry,” he spouted as he turned to Janus. “I’m so sorry about that. I didn’t mean to interrupt your work.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“And what he said—”

“I am a snake. It’s great. Is your wrist okay?”

Logan held it up. The skin was clear, but a bruise would surely show. “It’s fine. He almost…” He forced a laugh, “almost dislocated my shoulder, though.”

“Let me take a look at it. Sit down.”

Logan sat and Janus tugged his loose neckline down enough to expose his shoulder. Janus hummed.

“Is it hurting?”

“Just a little. I’m okay.”

“Let me get some ice.”

Janus came back a moment later and settled the icepack on Logan’s shoulder.

“Why haven’t you kicked us out?” Logan asked quietly.

“Because if he left, you’d go with him. And we like you a lot.” Janus ran his fingers through Logan’s hair, who leaned into the touch. “Besides, we have better plans for him. We’re killing him, remember?”

Logan laughed, and prayed to God Jaxon didn’t hear.

xxx

Logan didn’t see Jaxon again until dinner. Roman and Remus were play-fighting in the kitchen, yelling over the boiling of a stew. Patton and Virgil were watching a horror movie on the couch, Janus sat at their feet. Virgil kept kicking him.

Jaxon came down the stairs as Logan asked to help with dinner. Remus quickly took Logan under his arm.

“Yeah! Stir this for me. Hey, Jaxon. I’ve got Logan helping me here.”

“I missed you at lunch today,” Logan said over his shoulder. “Are you okay? Feeling sick?”

“A little,” he mumbled. “Will you eat with me?”

Logan melted. “Of course. Remus, is this safe for him?”

Remus grabbed Logan’s shoulder. Logan furrowed his eyebrows as they locked eyes.

“Yes.” Remus tapped something on the counter. “Janus and Roman helped me.”

Logan glanced down.

Peanut powder.

He swallowed.

“It’s perfectly safe for Jaxon.”

Blood rushed through Logan’s ears.

“No, actually.” Logan sucked in a shuddering breath. “No, I want to make him something myself.”

Remus’ shoulders slumped. “I understand. I guess.”

“But…” Logan grabbed his hand. “You can make it again if I ask?”

Roman set a hand on Logan’s lightly purpled shoulder. “We absolutely can.”

Logan got to work making Jaxon grilled cheese sandwiches, and they ate in the living room with everyone else. Jaxon kept wrinkling his nose and pursing his lips like he was rubbing his tongue against the roof of his mouth.

“Everything okay, Jax?” Patton asked sweetly.

“There’s no peanuts in that, right? Something about the smell is setting me off.”

“Nope.” Janus laid his head in Remus’ lap. “We know about your allergy, Jaxon. We’re careful.”

xxx

That night, Logan stayed up late with Jaxon watching movies. Logan fell asleep cuddled against Jaxon’s chest and woke up the next morning snuggled with him in bed.

He hauled himself out of bed, heavy with exhaustion, as the smoke alarm screamed. Janus kissed Remus on the cheek before leaving for their coffees. Remus cracked another egg in the pan. Roman sang Disney at the top of his lungs as he got ready in the bathroom, Virgil pounding on the door demanding that he needed to piss. Patton snapped that there’s another bathroom upstairs and that if those two didn’t stop fighting he’d lose his mind.

Logan found a path in the kitchen to grab the stuff for French toast. He pushed aside Remus’ used dishes and ingredients to set his own down.

“How are you feeling?” Remus asked as Logan whisked. “You know, about the decision you made.”

“Good,” he admitted. “I think it was the right call.”

Remus set the spatula down hard. “So how else do you wanna proceed?”

Logan’s whisks slowed. “I… I don’t know. Last time I talked about maybe taking a break, he—”

“Hey, Jaxon!” Patton greeted cheerfully.

Logan snapped his mouth shut.

“Morning, handsome.” Jaxon kissed the back of Logan’s neck.

He smiled as Jaxon poured them both juice. “It was the right decision.”

xxx

“Logan!” Jaxon bounded down the stairs. “When are you stopping for lunch?”

“Um…” Logan shifted in his seat. “I had lunch.”

Jaxon stopped. “What?”

“It was quick.” Logan pushed back in the chair to face Jaxon. “Just a snack, really. Then I got right back to work.”

“Why would you eat without me? I knew it, you are mad at me. We always have lunch together.”

“I know, I’m sorry—”

“If you know, why did you eat without me? What did I even do?”

“You didn’t do anything!”

“But you’re mad at me.”

“I’m not mad at you!”

“THEN WHY WOULD YOU EAT WITHOUT ME?”

Logan flinched.

Jaxon grabbed his wrist and hauled him to his feet. “Don’t be a baby! Just tell me!”

He slammed Logan into the wall just as Janus’ door opened. Logan’s head bounced off the paint, his eye erupting in pain.

“Get off,” Janus snapped.

“This is none of your business! Go back to work!”

Janus pulled his phone out of his pocket. He dialed three numbers.

“Put the phone down!”

“I need someone here right away, my roommate—”

Jaxon leapt ten steps back. Logan crumpled in on himself, pressed against the wall where Jaxon left him.

“I think he’s calming down now,” Janus said into the phone. He raised an eyebrow. “Yes, I would like you to remain on the line.”

Jaxon grabbed his wallet and keys, and stormed out. The door slammed and Logan flinched.

“He’s gone now. Thank you for your help. Let me ask.” He pressed the phone to his shirt. “Do you want to press charges? Do you want the police to come?”

Logan shook his head, eyes watering. “I want to make dinner.”

xxx

“That again?” Jaxon asked, peering over Logan’s shoulder.

Logan stirred the thick broth. “You didn’t get to try it. It’s good.”

Jaxon shrugged. “Is your eye okay?”

“It’ll heal.”

He left. Logan grabbed the peanut powder and dumped in a generous amount, then left it to boil and cook down.

Everyone stared at Jaxon as they ate. Logan finished his bowl and grabbed seconds. Pale blotches appeared on Jaxon’s face. His lips swelled.

“Are you sure this doesn’t have peanuts?” He asked nervously. “I don’t feel great.”

“My eye hurts,” Logan announced.

“I have some medicine for it.” Remus kissed Logan’s cheek. “I’ll be right back.”

Jaxon glared. “Kiss your own boyfriend!”

By the time Remus came back, Jaxon’s throat was swelling shut. “Drive me to a hospital,” he demanded in a hoarse voice.

Patton knelt between Logan’s legs and applied the cream Remus bought to Logan’s browbone and the top of his cheekbone.

“Dinner was good,” Virgil said. “Are you gonna finish yours, Jax?”

He glared and stumbled for the door. “What the hell is this?”

Virgil shrugged and grabbed Jaxon’s bowl, downing the rest. Roman leaned against the door with his arms crossed. Jaxon threw a punch, but Roman easily ducked against Jaxon’s weak, wobbling frame.

“Oh, God, are you okay?” Patton gasped. “Call an ambulance!”

Jaxon collapsed to his knees as his body convulsed. His hands dug into the carpet. He vomited, elbows and knees locking.

“Shit, did we add peanut?” Roman asked. “Old habits.”

“What’s the number again?” Remus stared at his phone in confusion.

“What’s… wrong… with you… all…” Jaxon gasped through his throw up.

“911, I think,” Logan mumbled. “Are you okay, love?”

“I need someone here right away. My roommate is having an allergic reaction. He was eating alone, we didn’t catch it very fast— yes. Okay, I understand. Mhm.” He gave them the address then hung up.

Janus, Remus, and Roman turned on the T.V. Logan and Patton got to work cleaning up after dinner. Virgil stared Jaxon down.

He was dead before the paramedics arrived.

xxx

The smoke alarm blared. Logan hauled himself out of the warm bed and came out of Janus and Remus’ room.

“Slept long enough,” Janus said, wrapping his arms around Logan’s waist.

Logan leaned his head on Janus’ shoulder. “Coffee?”

“Yeah. Let’s go.”

“Breakfast is almost ready!” Remus called. “Hurry up!”

“I HAVE TO PISS, ROMAN!”

“THERE ARE TWO BATHROOMS!”

Logan got into the car with Janus. Janus pulled out of the driveway and headed towards the nearest coffee shop.

“How are you feeling?” Janus asked, reaching over and taking his hand.

“Hungry.”

#logan sanders #remus sanders #janus sanders #intruloceit #loceit #dukeceit #intrulogical #minor character death #logan centric #max writes #hurt/comfort #angst

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Lost in the Shadows - Chapter 22

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Taglist: @nott-the-best @foxglove-airmid @alastair-esfandiyar-carstairs1 @justanormaldemon @styxdrawings @ipromiseiwillwrite @a-dream-dirty-and-bruised

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Previous Chapter: Chapter 21

Next Chapter: Chapter 23

Songs mentioned or quoted are Atlas, Rise by Metallica and Red Cold River by Breaking Benjamin

‘What about the opening above us?’ Cordelia asked. ‘If the water level rises enough, we can escape. I can cut through the bars with cortana.’

‘Are you sure it’s not just another magic barrier cortana won’t help us with?’

The water reached Cordelia’s neck now, and soon she wouldn’t be able to stand in it. The rising of the water level was becoming faster and faster. There was probably a puzzle down there somewhere, but it was too dark underwater, and quite possibly too late. The only way out was up.

‘No I’m not, but unless you think of anything else, it’s the best we’ve got.’

The water rose higher and Cordelia could no longer reach the floor. She was thankful that Lucie had taken her swimming in the past days and she knew how to keep her head above the water. Alastair was struggling a bit more with the change in level.

‘Make sure to keep your head above the water,’ Cordelia said, clutching cortana with both hands.

‘Genius, Cordelia,’ Alastair bit back. ‘Whatever would I do without your advice? It would never have occurred to me to keep my head above the water.’

Cordelia took his sarcasm as a good sign. Drowning people couldn’t speak. It wasn’t like in the movies where people yelled and waved.

When the water level was high enough to reach the bars, she started hacking at them. Parts of the bars fell beside her into the water. One hit her shoulder. She yelped in pain, but she could still move it. Nothing broken. It would probably bruise, but that was all.

She continued hacking at the bars until she was sure the opening was big enough, and turned cortana back into her necklace so she would have her hands free. The water had stopped rising about a foot beneath the surface. She grabbed what remained of the bars and pulled herself up, climbing out of the hole. When she was out, she extended her hand to Alastair and helped pull him out. Strands of his hair had gotten wet, but he’d gone a pretty good job at keeping his head above the water. The rest of him was soaked to the bone. As was Cordelia, including most of her hair. She was shivering and the air was cold as ever in the land in between. She felt like she would never get warm again. Alastair was shivering too, his arms wrapped around his body.

‘Do you have any idea how to get back to the ruins?’ Cordelia asked.

They were in the middle of the woods.

‘I just need to align directions underground with directions here. Give me a moment.’

Alastair sat down, and closed his eyes, going through his memory to navigate. Cordelia had never considered the use of his ability for navigation, but without it she would never have found her way through the maze.

‘Alright, I’ve got it. We have to go that way.’

Cordelia followed her brother quietly, until he stopped, holding his hand out to stop her from moving forward.

‘Do you hear that?’

Cordelia frowned, tried to focus on her hearing. Nothing. ‘Hear what?’

‘The siren’s song. Grace is here and we don’t have her skin yet. If we come any closer, we’ll be under her spell.’

Focused, Cordelia could make out something that sounded like singing, but it could just as easily be the wind. Alastair’s hearing had always been a bit sharper than hers. Sounds were often much louder when she was in his memory, and he tended to avoid loud noises. Except for his favorite music, which for some reason tended to be very loud.

‘So we have to get the key back to the dungeon with Grace’ skin and avoid hearing the song,’ Cordelia concluded. ‘How do we do that?’

Alastair took his phone out of his pocket. Even with careful use of the flashlight it still had a decent battery, whereas Cordelia’s phone was almost dead. He then took out a pair of unusually clean earbuds, and handed them to her, while at the same thing doing something with his phone, his long fingers carefully moving over the display.

Cordelia stared at the earbuds but didn’t do anything with them.

‘I cleaned them yesterday and haven’t used them since.’

‘I know they’re clean. But I don’t think this is enough to block out Grace’ voice. They’re not exactly noise cancelling headphones.’

Alastair used to have those at home, but they’d broken. Much later Alastair had told her Father had broken them while he was drunk. Cordelia wasn’t sure if it had been on purpose, but she knew it must have hurt. Alastair had an odd attachment to his belongings and was extremely careful with everything he owned, something everyone in the family knew about. Something Father knew. Cordelia wasn’t completely sure if their father broke things on purpose or by accident when he was drunk, but it was never father’s belongings that mysteriously broke.

‘It’s not, but it would be with some music on.’

Cordelia put the buds in her ears and Alastair put on a playlist on his phone. She realized he’d been making a playlist for her, probably with the loudest songs he could think of. Noise filled her ears, and Cordelia thought if she put the volume any louder she’d get hearing damage. How Alastair could listen to this, she had no idea.

She could see Alastair’s lips move, but couldn’t make out what she was saying. She pulled out one earbud.

‘What?’

‘You couldn’t hear me.’

‘No, not over that horrible noise you call music.’

‘Excuse me, that is Atlas Rise by Metallica. It’s a very good song.’

‘It’s just loud drums and guitars,’ Cordelia protested.

‘But it works,’ Alastair said. ‘If you couldn’t hear me, you won’t hear her song. I’ll wait here, I only have one pair of earbuds and if she controls me I’ll probably be a danger to you.’

‘What if the entrance is also flooded?’ Cordelia asked. ‘I mean, I can swim, but I don’t think your phone will survive that.’

‘It won’t,’ Alastair agreed. ‘And if you’re really unlucky you might get yourself electrocuted.’

‘I think that only happens when a charging phone falls into the water,’ Cordelia said. ‘But no amount of rice will be able to resurrect your phone if I take it into the water.’

‘So if you have to go into the water, try to just put down the phone somewhere I can find it later, and be quick about it. I think down there you won’t hear Grace either, we could only hear Thomas when he was shouting into the entrance. And if you end up losing or breaking my phone… Well, it was old anyway.’

It was very unlike Alastair to be alright with her losing or breaking his things, but she guessed he understood this was an emergency.

‘Don’t die, Layla,’ he said. ‘You get that skin.’

Cordelia put the earbuds back in, and she wondered why Alastair liked this so much. She broke into a run, she could see the ruins from here. She could see Tatiana and Grace, walking toward the ruins, and toward Lucie and Thomas. She had to get there first.

She couldn’t hear anything but Alastair’s music, and she had to admit it was working. This probably blocked out Grace better than Taylor Swift did. There’s not a thing I cannot make you do, Grace had said. But her magic didn’t work if Cordelia couldn’t hear her.

Die as you suffer in vain, own all the grief and the pain

Cordelia began to get an idea why Alastair was drawn to music like this, even if she couldn’t understand why he found it so soothing. He usually couldn’t stand loud noises and he used to wear his noise cancelling headphones whenever their mother was using the vacuum cleaner because he found it too loud.

By the time Cordelia reached the ruins, Tatiana and Grace had already reached Lucie and Thomas. There was a woman with them, a woman who greatly resembled Tatiana. Cordelia hid behind a tree, it was better if Tatiana didn’t see her until she could make a run for the skin.

The unfamiliar woman looked at Tatiana, distraught, and said something to her. Cordelia couldn’t hear a thing over Alastair’s music. Tatiana sneered something at the woman. Did they know each other? Cordelia didn’t think they were on good terms. Tatiana turned to Grace and said something to her. Grace rolled her eyes before responding. Tatiana muttered something before turning her attention back to the other woman, who said something that clearly distraught Tatiana.

Cordelia couldn’t hear a thing though. I can’t feel anything at all, this love has led me to the end, was all she heard, mixed with try to find a reason to live. Alastair’s music really was angsty.

The woman appeared gentle, caring even towards Tatiana, but Tatiana accepted none of her kindness, instead yelling something at her.

‘If you did, if you were really a mother, you’d understand I’d do anything for my son.’ She yelled loud enough that Cordelia could make out her words.

Tatiana was distracted, and Cordelia took her chance. She sprinted towards the trap door.

‘Stop her!’ Tatiana yelled, and she saw Thomas and Lucie come for her from the corner of her eye.

Cordelia was faster though. She reached the trap door, and realized the hall was indeed flooded. She removed the earbuds and dropped Alastair’s phone. She would buy him a new one if it broke, she decided. Hopefully she could find the money somewhere. Hopefully it wasn’t broken. She dived into the water, and underneath Grace’s voice was too distorted, too far away. She felt a hand around her ankle, grabbing her. The hand was big and firm, Thomas? Cordelia struggled against the grip, kicking back with her free foot. She hit someone’s chest, several times until the person had no choice but to let go.

Cordelia swum into the deep. She could barely see anything and realized there was no air in here. If she didn’t get to the skin before she was out of breath she was doomed. She would drown in here.

Her lungs began to burn for air, but Cordelia gripped the key tightly, and pushed it into where the door had been. The magic barrier lifted and the key broke just like all the other keys she’d found. It made no sense, but that didn’t matter. She could enter. Cordelia swum through, and grabbed the skin. Now to get back up. She turned around, and desperately swam up. She could see the light, and that’s where she needed to go. She gasped for air as soon as she was up, and now she could finally hear Grace’ singing. It was the most beautiful sound she’d ever heard, certainly more beautiful than Alastair’s music.

Cordelia would do anything for her, but there was nothing Grace asked for right now. Cordelia climbed out of the trap hole, holding the skin in front of her. She would do anything for the siren, and she knew there was nothing Grace wanted more then the skin Cordelia was holding.

‘Grace! I have brought you what you asked for.’

Grace turned to look at her, and noticed the skin. She stopped singing.

‘What are you doing?’ Tatiana yelled.

Grace ran to Cordelia, and took hold of her skin, draping it around her shoulders like a cloak. Here she would be unable to turn into a seal, or at the very least it would be unpractical, but she was in control again.

‘You cannot control me anymore, Tatiana,’ Grace said.

Tatiana looked scared. She hesitated for a moment, but before Grace could do anything to stop her, Tatiana disappeared into a cloud of darkness. When had she learnt such magic? It must have been part of the deal she’d made with the thief of souls.

Lucie and Thomas broke free of the spell, and a few moments later Alastair appeared from behind the trees, still soaked to the bone and teeth clattering.

‘I came as soon as I heard she stopped singing. Is no one hurt?’

‘What happened to you?’ Thomas asked. ‘I saw the place flood, was there another exit?’

‘The key was a trap,’ Alastair said. ‘The room locked us in and then flooded, but there was a barred opening at the top. Cordelia cut through it with cortana so we could get out.’

‘How were you immune to my song?’ Grace asked Cordelia. ‘I kept trying to get you to stop. Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad you didn’t listen. But I don’t understand how you did it.’

Cordelia grinned. ‘I couldn’t hear you. My brother’s music taste is loud and heavy and I was listening to some music on his phone.’

Alastair looked around and picked up his phone and earbuds from next to the trap door. Cordelia desperately hoped she hadn’t broken anything.

Grace nodded. ‘I presume that is the modern version of putting wax in one’s ears.’

‘You will be returning to the sea, I guess?’ Cordelia asked.

‘As soon as I can. I’m glad to see the witch unlocked some of her potential. And I suspected that strange memory ability would be useful in navigating the puzzles to my skin. The rules of this land say there must be a solution to the puzzle, so Tatiana just made it as complicated as she could in the time she had. Be glad she’s been so busy, or it would have been twice as big.’

‘I think that was plenty,’ Alastair said.

‘But you solved it.’

‘Now that you’re free, can you tell us what Tatiana is up to?’

‘I cannot tell you everything, because I do not know all she is up to. I know her main goal is to resurrect Jesse, I know it cost her much to bring back his ghost and it will cost more to bring him to life. She has been an assassin of sorts for the thief of souls, collecting souls he deems interesting. My help made that a lot easier, she forced me to use my powers to make people kill themselves. I know eventually Thomas will die if she is not stopped, to replace Jesse, but only once he lives.’

‘Is there any way to help both Thomas and Jesse?’ Lucie asked.

‘Not unless you destroy the thief of souls himself,’ Grace said.

‘What is he, exactly?’ Lucie asked.

‘From what I’ve heard, he was once a mortal man who sought eternal life. He found a gateway to another realm where he could live forever and gather power through collecting souls. It’s not where the dead are supposed to go, but he takes them. Once he could draw people in at will, it depends on how strong the seal is. Now he only gets them when he makes deals with humans in exchanges for souls he finds interesting. I think it makes a difference if the soul is offered by someone closely connected to them, because he likes to ask for family members, loved ones. I think that when you offer a soul not related by blood, you have to kill them, but when you offer a soul related by blood, the thief can use the connection to find them himself. I’m not sure if that makes sense, but that’s why he needed Tatiana to be an assassin whereas he killed Jesse himself.

He can give magic away. Magic similar to what Lucie can do, that’s why Tatiana can see Jesse, and why she allowed me to see Jesse, so I could help her watch him. But his magic can also create sickness, cause people to disappear, the kind of thing Tatiana’s father did to his rivals. He doesn’t usually reach into our world without a blood connection, that’s why he can’t just kill at random.’

‘He created my sickness, didn’t he?’ Thomas asked.

‘I think it is not uncommon for those promised to him to develop a sickness,’ Grace said. ‘What happened to you and Jesse is a bit less common, I think, because he waited so long to collect. I think it’s because he suspected Tatiana could become useful to him, and he wanted to see just how far she’d go for him when he was sick. As for you, I think there was much he could learn about your family as well by keeping you sick. It was a good way to weigh which boy would to choose. Which soul would be more valuable, but also whose parents might deal with him. It became obvious Tatiana would go very far for her child with no care for who else got hurt, and so he chose Jesse. Because he knew she would do everything to bring him back.’

‘Just like you thought,’ Thomas said to Alastair.

‘Souls are the price of his game,’ Alastair said and Cordelia could tell he was thinking of something, but couldn’t tell what.

‘But they don’t know about me?’ Lucie asked.

‘Not yet,’ Grace said. ‘But it’s only a matter of time until they find out.’

‘Do you know why the thief of souls collects souls?’ Alastair asked. ‘Do they have a use for him?’

‘I think the more souls he collects, the more powerful he becomes,’ Grace said. ‘I’m not sure why it matters who. Of course, there will always be souls more interesting than others. I think the four or you would be more interesting than a hundred boring average people. And the connection to the people who offer the souls matter too. I think he draws power from bonds of family, or love.’

‘But how much love can there be if you’re willing to sacrifice someone for power,’ Alastair wondered.

Cordelia had to agree, if someone was willing to sacrifice a relative or a spouse for power, they couldn’t love them very much, could they? But perhaps it wasn’t so much about love as it was about the connection. Besides, love lay close to hate, much closer than people thought. Cordelia had learnt that indifference was the real opposite of love.

‘I wouldn’t know,’ Grace said. ‘The thief of souls only takes humans. My kind doesn’t have souls. Instead, when we die we turn into sea foam.’

That sounded rather horrifying. Wasn’t that what happened in the original little mermaid?

‘Do all mermaids, or selkies, know about this?’ Cordelia asked. ‘Or did you find out from Tatiana?’

‘We know stories, rumors,’ Grace said. ‘But with Tatiana I realized it was real. Even if she never told me anything, I learnt plenty by being around her.’

‘How long were you with her, exactly?’ Thomas asked.

‘Three years,’ Grace said. ‘She often pretended I was her daughter, and made me do the work the thief of souls asked of her. I haven’t been to the sea in all this time.’

‘And your skin was here for three years?’ Cordelia asked.

‘No, she only did that when she came here,’ Grace said. ‘Before, she kept it with her, but here she suspected you might steal it if you found out what it was. She didn’t realize I could still escape when she hadn’t given me specific instructions.’

‘If the thief of souls can do all these things, why does he not take over our world, kill at random?’ Alastair asked.

‘As I said, he needs a blood connection to operate in our world, and the promises form humans he works with. According to Tatiana, he has been sealed away by a witch a long time ago. But here’s where it gets interesting. Apparently, somewhere in the Victorian era he’d grown so powerful he could leave his realm, kill people without a deal. He had a daughter too at that time. A witch called Theresa Gray. She was the one who sealed him away. I think, considering how old he is, it must have been done before, but I don’t know how or when. The seal will break again, although I have no idea how long that will take.’

Lucie frowned. ‘Theresa Gray, that’s my mother’s name. Well, she usually goes by Tessa.’

Grace stared at Lucie. ‘I heard the thief speak of her. He never expected her betrayal, and couldn’t defeat her or stop her from sealing him. But he could take her memory. Weakened from the battle, she fell asleep in the land in between and only woke up a 130 years later with false memories of her childhood in time she woke up in. He took her power away while she slept, since she was in the land in between he could still do that. He does not believe she is a threat to him anymore, and thinks that with enough interesting or powerful souls, he’ll break free for good.’

‘Meaning this woman would live in the modern age, with no idea who she was?’ Alastair asked. ‘Lucie, it could really be your mother. The timeline adds up. And if she was the thief’s daughter, that would explain your why your power is so connected to his.’

‘Everyone in my mother’s family died,’ Lucie mused, ‘All when my mother was very young. My only family are on the Herondale side. It could be her. And although she doesn’t have the sight, it was very easy for my father to get her to see and believe, something that has always surprised him. But then she would have been the same witch Jessamine knew. Wouldn’t Jessamine have recognized her?’

‘I don’t know, it has been a very long time and Jessamine didn’t know her that well,’ Cordelia said. ‘Could easily be that Jessamine forgot her face.’

‘I could talk to your mother,’ Alastair said. ‘See if I can restore her memory. If she lived a different life than she remembers, the real memories are still there somewhere.’

‘Have you done anything like that before?’ Lucie asked.

‘Not as extreme as an entire life someone forgot,’ Alastair said. ‘But I have restored missing memories, yes. Most of the time, there isn’t much of a point to it though. Not everyone wants to remember.’

Cordelia knew what Alastair was talking about. It was something he’d told her about not long ago, after learning about their father’s alcoholism. He’d tried to restore their father’s memories from when he was too drunk to remember, hoping that if he knew how much he was hurting Alastair, he would stop. Nothing had changed though.

‘What is Tatiana planning next?’ Alastair asked Grace. ‘How much time do we have left?’

‘She didn’t tell me,’ Grace said. ‘She comes here to communicate with him, I think that was her intention today. But she wants you out of the way too. Ultimately, Thomas must die so Jesse can live, but I think she will try to kill all of you when she can, especially when she find out what Lucie can do. The thief lost track of witches, and they’re very uncommon nowadays.’

‘Are all witches his children?’ Lucie asked.

‘I’m not sure,’ Grace said. ‘In his current state, he would be unable to leave his realm and have a child, but he used to be able to. I don’t think he’d try again if he could though, not after his daughter turned on him. But they could be descendants, generations away. I’m not sure how the magic inherits.’

Some of the stones shifted, the ruins became a little more like a castle.

‘I think we need to get out of here,’ Cordelia said.

She was still soaking wet, as was Alastair, and getting colder. She longed for a hot shower and some clean clothes. Lucie opened a separate gateway for Grace, and they walked into the light that brought them back to the forest.

Lucie stared into the distance for a moment. ‘She’s become transparent again. Show yourself, Barbara.’

The woman Cordelia had seen before appeared. Who was she? Another ghost, but somehow Lucie had pulled her back into this world.

‘You’ve taken a soul away from him,’ Grace said. ‘You really are powerful. But he’s going to be very mad.’

‘What else was I supposed to do? I’m not sending her back,’ Lucie said crossly.

‘Fine with me, but you should know what you’re doing,’ Grace said. ‘You’re making a powerful enemy.’

‘He was always my enemy,’ Lucie said determinedly.

Cordelia feared what would happen though. Would the thief of souls realize how powerful Lucie was? Would he come for her, out of fear that Lucie would finish what Tessa had started?

Grace nodded. ‘Alright then. I will be going my own way. I need to return to the sea. Perhaps you can come visit me some day on the Isle of Skye.’

Grace then walked into the woods, and disappeared. Did she intend to walk all the way to the coast? Cordelia wanted to call after her, but she was long gone.

#Cordelia Carstairs #Alastair Carstairs #Lucie Herondale #Thomas Lightwood #Grace Blackthorn #Thomastair #Lucelia #fanfiction #the last hours #tlh

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𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 [𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒]

PAIRINGS — Steve Rogers x fem!adopted Couslon!reader

SUMMARY — Reader is put in charge of babysitting the Avengers and her young neice

WARNINGS — a few swears

NOTE — I'll add the titles they have in my Google docs to give you a bit of a laugh, they rarely have anything to do with the story, but oh well. Also Coulson LIVES

"Coulson!"

"Which one Stark, you're going to have to be more specific," you turned around and crossed her arms, looking skeptically at the billionaire.

"Both of you if possible, you know, the usual end of the world stuff,"

"What is it Tony?" your older brother Phil asked.

"Yeah, didn't the end of the world already happen?"

"It did, but I find myself faced with a new problem,"

"That is," you pressed him to continue.

"Fury needs us to all stay together in a facility for a while and he wants us to have a babysitter since he doesn't trust us."

"Rightfully so might I add," Phil sighed.

"Anyways, I convinced him to let us choose which agent he sent over and the gang wanted one of you two," Tony explained. "Unanimously agreed too, that never happens."

"Well I'm on a mission as of tomorrow morning, so I'm out of the running," Phil said.

"And it's my week off starting tomorrow so thanks, but no thanks."

You started to walk off, but Tony grabbed your arm and stopped you from walking away.

"(Y/N) wait, I'll pay you. Seriously anything."

"I don't want your money Tony, I want my time off."

"Fine let me talk to Fury, if I can get you two weeks off after this week will you take it?"

You sighed, "You've got yourself a deal Stark."

"Sweet, be at the compound tonight to set up."

"Only if you keep your end of the agreement."

"Trust me Coulson I will."

As promised Tony managed to get you the extra vacation days after a small donation of a million dollars was made to a SHIELD research project. So you packed up her bag full of the essentials, including noise-cancelling headphones, because if anyone knew the Avengers there would be arguments. Many, many arguments.

Entering the compound, you were met with loud commotion and yelling and you already regretted your decision to babysit a bunch of superhuman adult-toddlers. The minute they noticed your presence they quieted down and you could only be thankful for that.

Gathered in the room were Tony, who you had seen earlier that day, Captain Steve Rogers looking like he was in a similar predicament to you and knocking back four extra-strength Advil to fight off the oncoming headache. Next to him were James Barnes and Sam Wilson and in the living room sat Peter, Thor, Natasha, Clint, Bruce, and Wanda.

"Sweet Mr. Stark, you managed to get Agent Coulson here,"

"Good to see you too kid," you smiled kindly at Peter who had always taken a special liking to you. "And while I have your attention can I just say I gave up my immediate vacation for a longer one so I could be here, so we're already walking a tightrope, capisce?"

The group nodded and you looked over at Steve who seemed to be eyeing the bottle of painkillers wondering if he had taken enough. "Oh and Steve, try not to overdose while you're under my care it'll look bad on my file."

Sam and Bucky chuckled, while Steve blushed, seemingly one of the only things they could agree on being anything that embarrassed Steve.

"Alright Stark, what's the setup and where's the file you owe me," you asked, walking over to Tony. He grabbed the file from the table and handed it to you and started to explain whose rooms were where and what area of the compound you would be staying in. "Hey, did you ever take my suggestion on that home theatre and music room?" you asked curiously.

"I did actually, hey Cap you mind showing this one where to find them along with her room?"

"With pleasure," he nodded, happy to have an excuse to leave the communal place that would break out into argument the minute you left. He helped you carry your bags as usual, even though you didn't need it and the many times you'd told him he didn't have to, but that was Steve for you. Maybe that was why your brother liked him so much, probably carried things around for him too.

While you were walking you opened the file and had a quick glance through, getting a sense of why you were really there and what Fury wanted you to keep tabs on.

"Well Cap how's life been treating you?" you asked, trying to break the ice a little bit.

"It's been alright," he admitted, "Just a little slow I guess, but I'm not complaining."

"Boy do I wish that's what was in it for me." you sighed and Steve chuckled. You entered the dorm area of the compound and Steve opened the door to your room, tapping on the small name plaque so it displayed your name.

"Handy trick saves a lot of time when everyone's room is right next to each other."

You didn't spend much time there, just dropping your things so Steve could start his tour of the place. He took you around the corner and down a long hall, that was more like a bridge extending to the second building where the gym, home theatre, music room, and game room were.

"We normally use the gym for training and sometimes there are a few new SHIELD agents that come around and use the facility, but otherwise that's open."

You nodded and took a moment to absorb the enormity of it all, but it never surprised you. This was Tony we were talking about.

"The home theatre is over here and FRIDAY can play any movie or TV show you want,"

"I'll probably be spending my evenings here, seems like a nice place to unwind."

"As long as everyone else isn't here fighting about what to watch."

"Fair point." you nodded and moved onto the music room, "Oh hey, he took my suggestion and added the record player!"

"That was you? I should thank you, I finally managed to get ahold of some of the records my mother left me after she passed and I have somewhere to play them now."

"Well it's not a problem, if I can convince Tony to do something it's a win in itself."

You were interrupted when your phone rang and you apologized quickly before picking it up.

"Hey Stace, what's up?"

You listened to your sister as she recounted an emergency that had come up with your brother-in-law's family, she needed you to look after her daughter. On top of everything else you had to do, but you couldn't turn her down. More importantly, you couldn't turn down little Gianna.

"Yeah, just come drop her off here tomorrow morning before you leave."

"Are you sure you can handle it?" Stacy asked. "Because if it's too much we can ask Tom's brother to look after her, it's just she likes you more."

"No bring her here, I'll take care of her. It'll be much easier than looking after a bunch of adult babies, no offence Steve,"

"None taken," he sighed and shook his head.

"Okay, I'll see you tomorrow then (N/N)."

"Yeah see you tomorrow."

You hung up the phone and turned your attention back to Steve as you walked out of the room and headed back to the common area and kitchen.

"So you have one more person to babysit?" Steve asked.

You nodded, "My sister's daughter. Sweetest little four-year-old you ever met." you smiled. "I think you'll get along with her."

"I hope so, there's already enough unneeded drama among us here. I don't need a toddler hating me too."

"Oh you'll get along fine, kids love you."

"Yeah, I guess I've always had a knack for looking after them."

"Well then you can help me, I sure am gonna need it."

You re-entered the common area and got everyone's attention, "Alright, I need all of you to be on your best behaviour. My sister is dropping off my niece here and I have to look after her for the week. So no swearing, no shenanigans, and nothing inappropriate, she's four."

The gang nodded in understanding and a few even got excited to see her having met the vivacious little girl already.

"I'm gonna head to bed early, tomorrow's really gonna hit me hard."

"Sleep well," Peter smiled and waved and the rest of the gang bid you goodnight.

—

"Hey, Gianna!"

"Auntie (N/N)!" The small girl exclaimed and ran up to her aunt.

"Thanks for doing this again," Stacy sighed. "We'll be back in a week."

"No problem Stace, I love hanging out with this one and plus Steve said he'd lend a hand."

"Okay, well I'll see you both in a week. Kisses for mama Gi?"

Gianna kissed her mother goodbye and then rushed inside to go find out what the others were doing. You brought her things to your room and placed the stuffed animals she had brought on the bed then set out to find the small girl around the compound.

When you did find her she was nestled in between Sam and Steve, playing with the dog tags that Sam carried around his neck.

"Hey Mr. America, do you have these too?" she asked curiously, turning around to face him.

"Yeah, I do actually." he nodded and took off the chain handing it to the small girl. "You can keep them while you're here if you want."

"Really?!"

"Yeah for sure." Steve smiled. "And you can call me Steve."

"Okay Steve, you're pretty awesome."

"Thanks, kid," he chuckled.

"Hi auntie, I'm going to find Tony now."

"Okay be careful and ask FRIDAY for help if you get lost."

The girl nodded and left the three adults alone, you having taken the spot she had left between Sam and Steve.

"She's a cute one there (N/N), you're lucky she's your niece," Sam commented.

"I know and I love her to pieces. I'm actually kind of happy I get to spend the week with her, even if it's here."

"Me too, now I'm gonna go make sure the poor kid doesn't get lost and finds Tony, I'll see you around Cap," Sam nodded and left the couch, off in search of the sweet little girl.

As soon as Sam left, Peter and Wanda came into the room with a smile on their faces having found the two people they were looking for.

"Hey Agent Coulson, Captain Rogers, Wanda and I were just wondering if you wanted to join us in the home theatre. We thought we'd show you some of our favourite movies and TV shows."

"Pete, how many times do I have to tell you (Y/N) is fine," you chuckled. "And that sounds actually kind of nice so I'm in. How about you Steve?"

"Might as well, still a little rusty on pop culture so hopefully that'll help."

"Great! I hope you like musicals cause we have a few on our list." Wanda smiled.

"Oh like Disney movies?" Steve asked. "Buck and I used to watch those all the time when we were kids, I think we know all the words to the songs in Snow White and Pinnochio."

"Kind of," Peter nodded. "Some are more similar to that than others but we have a few full musicals."

"Alright well lead the way," you motioned and you all started walking towards the theatre.

The two younger Avengers decided to start smaller and showed you and Steve the first few episodes of some of their favourite TV shows.

Steve was particularly fond of the Office, finding the dry humour exceptionally hilarious while you found yourself loving New Girl, a show about a perky teacher rooming with three guys in a loft in LA.

After the TV shows, Tony and Gianna came and found you in the theatre and decided to stick around for the first musical. A Broadway hit by the name of Hamilton it was a bit tricky to gauge everyone's reactions to it but it became evident how much it stuck a few days later.

Steve was washing dishes from the lunch he had just made and absentmindedly started to hum the tune of you'll be back. The song sung by the character of King George III. By the chorus, he had somehow internalized all the lyrics and was enjoying his chores while jamming to the song, something you had never seen the Captain do before, and when your favourite part came you thought

What the heck

And joined him, hearing Peter and Wanda's voices also singing along from afar. Steve laughed when he heard your pronounced fake British accent ringing through the kitchen as you swore to send a fully armed battalion to fight back the rebels.

You had never seen Steve let so loose and to continue singing along with you until you finally finished the song.

"Your voice isn't bad Rogers."

"Neither is yours, Coulson."

"So I'm assuming you enjoyed the musical," you noted, leaning across the table and helping Gianna up when you felt her tug at your sleeve.

"Auntie I'm hungry,"

"Here let me-."

"It's okay (Y/N), she can have half my sandwich," Steve assured and handed the small girl half of his sub.

"Thanks, Steve!" Gianna smiled and (Y/N) chuckled and repeated the sentiment.

"To answer your question I did enjoy it, it was very interesting." he came back to the previous topic.

"I think Tony liked it too, last I saw him he was playing Schuyler Sisters at full blast."

"I like Peggy," Gianna grinned.

"Me too kiddo." (Y/N) ruffled her niece's hair. "Me too."

—

Over the next few days, you noticed more and more how Steve seemed to loosen up, something you hadn't seen often in the super-soldier. He came out every morning with a grin on his face and was ready to try something new. You almost thought it was too good to be true, everyone was getting along, Gianna hadn't broken down once and you just seemed to be coasting, only having to write short reports for Fury every night.

Today Steve seemed to be learning Mario Kart and actually had a knack for it. After only one practice game he was beating Clint, Peter, and Tony every single time.

"How?!" Clint exclaimed. "You're like a thousand years old! You shouldn't physically be capable of being this good!"

"It's just a game Clint, chill," you chuckled.

"Yeah, but what does it say to my abilities if grandpa can beat me?"

"I'm sure he doesn't mean that Steve," you laughed, coming over and ruffling his hair. You swore you could hear him sigh with content, but he caught himself so quickly it was like it never happened.

"It's okay (Y/N), I deal with it a lot. Just the other day Tony didn't want to believe I was a better singer than him."

"You aren't," Tony frowned.

"Oh I know what this calls for!" you exclaimed. "Gia honey! FRIDAY get Gia and ask her if she wants to help her auntie judge a karaoke competition. And you can bet there's gonna be some Hamilton so get your rapping voices ready." you grinned.

"(Y/N) what's gotten into you," Steve laughed, standing up and pulling you in by your waist.

"Steve! That tickles," you giggled. "And I'm just having fun thank you very much. I didn't know you were the fun police."

"I'm the everything police, I'm Captain America," he raised a brow with that knee-buckling smile he had and you couldn't help but laugh and smile back.

"Get a room you two," Tony rolled his eyes just as Gianna came running into the room.

"I was having a tea party with Sam, can we come help!" she grinned.

"Of course sweetie, I was just going to ask Steve here to hit me with a song,"

"Oh (N/N), you underestimate me, I'll serenade you."

"Well my ears are open," you prompted and he hummed in thought.

"Well if you're so good Capsicle why don't you serenade us with a bit of Sinatra?" Tony crossed his arms, seeing if the Captain would accept the challenge.

"Gladly," Steve smirked, "M'lady?" he spun you around and offered a hand to dance.

"Why of course kind sir," you giggled and took his hand, knees wobbling slightly when he pulled you close to his chest and opened his mouth to sing those damned words that got you every single time.

"Fly me to the moon and let me play among the stars..."

Steve really wasn't underselling himself, he was an excellent singer, and you had known Tony for quite some time, his preference leaned to rock and there was absolutely no way he'd be able to beat Steve if it came down to the classics.

Once Steve finished and you were left standing to the side of the room still starstruck, Tony snapped in front of your face but it didn't seem to make much of a difference.

"Well, this is a lost cause I'm not going to win when she keeps giving Cap those googly eyes."

"What do you think, Gia?" Peter asked.

"Yeah, kiddo was Steve good?"

"I think auntie thought he was good. She looks at stuff like that when she likes things right?"

Steve blushed and that seemed to snap you out of your daze.

"Yeah it was good," you coughed and nodded. "Um really good, yeah."

"Steve I think you won." Gianna smiled. "And as a prize, you can have your necklace back." she took the necklace that she had been wearing non-stop and ran up to the soldier handing it back to him.

He picked her up and she placed it around his neck for him while he placed a sweet kiss on her cheek.

"Thanks, kiddo,"

"Hey (Y/N)," Peter came up next to you and whispered. "You're staring and you look like you're about to fall down."

"A-Am I?" you stuttered. "I-I didn't notice." you straightened yourself up and scratched your nose tellingly. "Is...is it that obvious Pete?"

"A little," he nodded and you blushed.

"I should go," you mumbled and left for your room.

What is getting into me! you thought. He's Steve. Captain America. Mr. way out of everyone's league with his blue eyes and sparkling smil-(Y/N) stop it!

Once you reached your room you only had a few minutes of silence to gather your thoughts before there was a knock on your door.

"It's Gia!" you heard from the other side.

"Come in," you sighed.

"And Steve," she noted while she walked into the room in the arms of the super-soldier.

"Hey honey, what do you need?"

"We just wanted to come to check on you," she said while Steve sat down with her next to you on the bed.

"You left a little suddenly, you alright?"

"Yeah," you assured. "Peter just reminded me of something is all,"

"Well if you need anything you know where to find us,"

"Having a tea party with Sam and Bucky!"

That made you laugh, the thought of Captain America and the Falcon and the Winter Soldier getting bossed around by a four-year-old.

"Well you guys have fun, I have to do my report but maybe I'll join you later."

"Hey, Gia why don't you tell Sam I'm coming and go set up I'll be there in a minute," Steve said.

"Sure," the girl nodded and slid off his lap and out the door which is when Steve turned to you.

"Are you sure you're alright (Y/N)?" he started by saying. "I mean I know you said you were but I thought maybe it was because Gianna was here..." he trailed off.

The lump in your throat became more evident and you scratched the back of your neck nervously.

"N-No it was nothing," you said in a very unconvinced voice.

"Hey you know I've got you darlin', right? You need anything you can come to me. That's what friends are for."

"Thanks, Steve, I guess I'm just sad we're leaving soon, it's been fun." you weren't lying, but you also weren't forthcoming about your new-found attraction to him.

"Yeah me too, I'll miss it for sure." he nodded. "You know I bet you Tony has a place in the tower he could set you up in. I know you're apartments far from the SHIELD headquarters and you probably don't want to be our permanent babysitter, but there's a spot open if you ever want it."

"Thanks, Steve, you're too sweet." you smiled softly.

"No problem," he smiled back. "Keep your head up darlin' you've got a pretty smile."

He tapped his forefinger under your chin and raised your face to look at him. He flashed you that dazzling smile then he was off to entertain your niece.

—

You knew it was too good to be true when everyone was getting along for the past few days. Everything was okay up until that evening. It was around eleven and it started off only with a few harsh words of disagreement quickly turning into a yelling match between what felt like a stadium of people.

"Tony would you quit saying that! I'm sick of you always up in our business thinking you know better! Enough is enough!" Steve's angry voice rang through the compound. He rarely got to the point of rage, but you could hear in his tone that he was getting there. All Tony needed to do was push the right button.

"You know what Capslock-."

"Capslock?! Capslock!? Seriously because I raised my fucking voice once because you won't shut up about stuff that doesn't even pertain to you-."

"Hey!" you called. "That is enough! I thought you were all adults and clearly I overestimated your capacity to be mature! There is a four-year-old sleeping in the other room and do you think she wants to wake up in the middle of the night to screaming and yelling? I think not because neither would I. So get your fucking shit together you two and start acting like adults!" you said exasperatedly.

"(Y/N)-."

"No, don't even try Tony, just go to bed. All of you go to bed. I'm going out to get some fresh air."

The team hung their heads low and you exited the common area and went out to the back of the compound and walked around the trees in the courtyard. Trying to clear your mind and praying your niece didn't hear you screaming. The last thing you would ever want to do was scare her, but it seemed to be the only way to get the boys in line.

You grumbled at the realization of having to put this into your report, but not everything in life and in this job was a piece of cake. You could only wish.

After what felt like only minutes outside, but was really 45 minutes, you made your way back in and when you heard the soft cries of the small girl you swore under your breath. But they were accompanied by a soft soothing deep voice and footsteps that seemed to be coming from the living room.

When you entered, you saw Steve carrying Gianna who was wrapped tightly in a blanket, and walking around the living room floor, gently shushing her and assuring her that everything was all going to be okay.

You would be lying if you said your heart didn't melt at that sight. You were still frustrated sure, but that wasn't what mattered then.

"Gia sweetheart it's going to be fine, see auntie's here now. I told you she'd be back."

Gianna sniffed while Steve brought her close to you and you took her in your arms, wiping her tears away and in return them being replaced by a few of your own. When Gianna burrowed her face in your shoulder Steve wrapped his arms around the both of you and laid his chin on top of your head.

"I'm sorry," he whispered.

"It's okay... she'll be okay."

"And you?"

"I-I'll manage."

He squeezed you one last time, a little tighter than before and let go, kissing Gianna on the top of her head and by reflex doing the same to you before walking off to bed and going to sleep like you had instructed all of them to do an hour ago.

"Come on Gia, let's go back to sleep."

She sniffed and nodded and you didn't need any further prompting to go back into your room and embrace the silence it offered.

—

"Hey Pete, what can I help you with?" you yawned looking up at the teenager.

You had woken up early to write up a report about the argument last night that the team was not being forthcoming about what the topic of disagreement had been so you had to get creative.

"Nothing just thought I'd check in on you. I know Stacy is coming to pick up Gianna today."

"Yeah, we're both a little bummed but, to be honest, I think Sam's gonna miss her the most. That man treated that little girl like a queen." you laughed.

"He sure did and they got along great. He's really good with kids."

"Yeah I agree, I hope he gets some of his own someday." you nodded.

"How about you?" Peter asked.

"Funny question for a teenage boy to be asking me," you raised a brow as he sat on your bed across from the desk you were seated at. "But I must admit my maternal instincts have been higher the past week. And I'd be lying if I said my hormones weren't speaking to me."

"So you do want kids,"

"Yeah, but it's not always in the cards for an agent. It's tricky with this line of work you know."

"I guess I never really thought of it that way," Peter said reflectively. "

You sighed, "But of course if you ask me. There's a lot of good men out there that could make great dads."

"Like Captain Rogers?"

"Yeah like-wait what?"

"Aha! So you do like him," Peter grinned crossing his arms in victory.

"You sneaky little spider, you were trying to figure that out all along weren't you?"

"Maybe," he smirked and you shook your head at the younger boy.

"What's in it for you Pete?" you asked. "Because I normally prefer to suffer in silence."

"Well nothing really, I just have a feeling about it you know? And plus I want you two to have kids, they'd be adorable!"

"I think you've been spending too much time with Wanda," you concluded. "Steve's not like that, he's professional."

"Not around you, and everyone sees it."

You sighed again and ran a hand through your hair.

"Feelings are kinda gross, kid."

"I know," he chuckled. "Had some trouble with them myself. Seriously though, give it some thought. You never know it might just work out."

"Sure kid. I'll try to keep an open mind."

—

A day and a half later the compound was almost empty. Most of the Avengers had been cleared to leave and only a few remained and so did you with them.

You found yourself wandering the empty halls through the compound, looking for any sign of life when you heard a faint melody coming from the west wing.

You followed it until you were led to the music room. Leaning into the door frame you saw Steve hunched over a pile of records, sifting through them while he hummed along with the Harry James tune.

After a few moments, he finally looked up and caught your eye, smiling at the realization of your presence.

"Hey, darlin',"

"Hi Steve," you smiled back. "You've got a swell taste."

"Do I?" he chuckled. "Here," he took the needle of the record and removed it carefully, sliding it back into its case before placing another one on the gramophone. He then walked up to you and offered his hand, "Dance with me?"

"Sure Stevie, just don't step on my toes." you nodded as you took his hand.

"No promises." he chuckled back.

The music was soft and slow, melody fading in nicely to the background while you focused on each other. Steve laid his forehead on yours and you didn't fight the close contact. The feeling of his chest vibrating softly as he quietly sang along was just enough to keep you present and yet still floating away in the bliss of the moment.

One hand of yours was holding his while the other wrapped around under his arm and held his shoulder softly. Steve's other hand found a comfortable spot on your waist and you had to fight the urge to let your knees buckle every time his thumb traced circles around it.

"Steve," you whispered.

"Mhmm,"

"Friends aren't supposed to dance like this."

"How do you mean,"

"I mean...I mean when we dance like this I find I really want to kiss you."

"And do you only want to kiss me when we dance?" he asked, never breaking contact, your foreheads and bodies still pressed together lightly.

"No," you breathed. "I really want to kiss you all the time."

"Good, cause that makes this a lot less awkward," he smiled and for a moment you both closed your eyes once more and folded your heads inward so that your lips met.

The kiss was soft and sweet, devoid of lust, but so full of admiration and love. His lips felt like soft clouds and for a moment time stopped. Along with it you stopped dancing and instead wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer as he held your waist so gently in his larger hands.

When you split apart for some reason the first thing that came out of your mouth was, "Peter wants us to have kids." and then you proceeded to facepalm while Steve chuckled heartily.

"Well, I did enjoy looking after Gianna. I wouldn't mind doing that full time one day," he mused. "But it's a little early to think of that, don't you agree?"

"Completely," you laughed softly. "So anything you want to tell me before I rope myself into this mess of HR paperwork?"

"The argument," Steve said.

"Yeah what about it?"

"It was about you. Tony was bugging me to make a move and ask you out but I'm just not good at that stuff (N/N), so I got mad and it kind of blew itself out of proportion."

"If that's all I think I can get on board " you grinned, pressing your lips to his once more.

"Good cause I'm not altogether sure what I'd do without you,”

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an adventure at the zoo

Eventual Gender Neutral MC x Belphegor, hints of DiaLuci

Friendship, Fluff, Humor

You go to a zoo in the human world with all of the brothers and Diavolo. Chaos obviously ensues.

"I want the sheep headband!" Mammon yells, trying to take said headband from Asmo's hands.

"Hey, not fair!" Asmo yells back, "I picked it up first, so it's mine!"

"Don't make me use force on you, Asmo! You can see that this sheep headband is the last one of the shop and I want it!" Mammon counters, extending a hand to reach for the headband.

Asmo releases a high-pitched scream, and you cover your ears. Levi next to you puts on his headphones after sending a heated glare to his brothers, while Lucifer comes up to Asmo and Mammon, stomping.

You make a face as the oldest demon starts scolding his younger brothers for causing such a ruckus in the shop, and you discreetly join Beel, Belphie and Satan, who are much more calmer.

You sigh as Beel steps aside so as to let you stand between him and Belphie, and you send him a thankful look. He smiles at you and goes back to eyeing the animal themed food displayed in a shelf. You then take a look at Belphie, whose eyes are closing on their own, then at Satan, who has already paid for his cat ears headband.

"What's with the commotion over there?" Satan inquires.

"Mammon and Asmo are fighting over a headband," you tell him, shrugging.

"Over a headband," Satan repeats, as though he can't believe it. "Are they aware that there's plenty of those in the shop?"

"There's a sheep headband and it reminds them of MC, that's why they both want it," Leviathan suddenly chirps in, appearing behind you.

"Is that so?" you ask him, craning your neck to look at him, "that's dumb."

"Bold of you to assume that they'd argue about something intellectual," Levi shrugs, "speaking of which, though, which headband did you get, MC?"

"Well, I got a sheep one," you confess, "I don't know, it was pink and cute so I figured I'd get that one?"

"It suits you," Levi grins, "I got a snake one."

"Cute," you grin back at him.

You look back at Mammon, Asmo and Lucifer, and make another grimace as you spot a bump on both Asmo and Mammon's heads. That's what they get for arguing with Lucifer, you figure.

There's a sudden booming laughter, which makes you jump in surprise. You look around and see Diavolo in the shop, which makes you wonder how come you forgot about him coming with you on this zoo trip. To boot, he was the one paying for the tickets, so the least you could do was not forget about him being here as well.

"What's wrong, Lucifer?" Diavolo asks the oldest brother, visibly clueless as to why there's such a deep frown barring Lucifer's forehead.

"Who else others than my brothers being stupid?" Lucifer answers, almost rudely but visibly holding back his tongue because he's talking to the Demon Prince. "We need to get out of this shop before I lose my mind and kill someone."

You frown, and tap Lucifer's arm.

"You can't just kill people in broad daylight, this is the human world!" you tell him.

Lucifer looks at you with a murderous glance, visibly unamused that you touched him when he's already this close to going on a rampage. But you're not afraid, and you return his glare just as strongly.

"There's no need to get this heated when we haven't even begun the tour," Diavolo announces, patting Lucifer's shoulder while smiling. "If everyone's done with their shopping, we can probably head outside and decide on what we'd like to see first."

You nod, eager to get out of the shop before someone breaks something or causes a fight. As the brothers exit the shop, you pull out the zoo map which you got earlier and study it. There's plenty of places to see, and it's a good thing it's still early in the day so you should be able to see everything.

The closest thing to the zoo entrance is a petting zoo, which makes you squeal in anticipation. You search for the closer brother to you to share your enthusiasm with someone, and your eyes fall on Belphie.

"Belphie!" you call him, "there's a petting zoo nearby!"

"Oh," he says, "that sounds nice. What kind of animals do they have?"

"Mostly baby animals, obviously, but let me check what species exactly... calves, llamas, alpacas, goats, sheep and even bunnies!" you tell him, beaming. "We have to go there first!"

You take his hand and start pulling him towards the path leading to the petting zoo, and he almost trips on his feet.

"Calm down, MC," he complains, but he doesn't sound that annoyed.

"There's no calming down when we can go pet baby animals!" you counter, and you increase your pace.

You reach the petting zoo first, and a nice lady greets you.

"Is it just the two of you?" she asks, checking if there's enough space in the petting zoo for you to enter.

"We're with others, but we arrived first," you explain, smiling.

She nods, and seeing as you're holding hands with Belphie, sends you a knowing smile.

"You and your boyfriend may enter," she tells you, "there's food in different boxes around the enclose which you can feed the animals. Remember to be gentle when petting them!"

You feel yourself blushing all the way up to your ears at the word boyfriend and you immediately let go of Belphegor's hand, embarrassed beyond measure. You squeak a quick thank you to the hostess and hurry inside the enclose, heading for the llamas and the alpacas.

You don't check whether Belphie or the others caught up with you and instead busy yourself with the animals before you, cooing at them. They seem to love you and the attention even more, so it's so much fun.

That said, the way the hostess called Belphie your boyfriend and gave you a knowing look just won’t leave your mind and now your stomach feels full of butterflies. Does that mean you and Belphie would look like a cute couple, if you really were dating?

You’re too embarrassed to even look at Belphie. Were you not feeling this flustered, you would’ve laughed it off and probably joked about it with him. But you can’t do that, because deep down, you’re painfully aware that you feel flattered someone thought Belphie could be your boyfriend. So much for hiding your feelings so far… ugh.

“Why are you running away from your boyfriend?” Belphie suddenly whispers in your ear from behind, making you jump in surprise.

You let out a little yelp as you feel his hands on your waist, and you trip on your feet, your back colliding right against his chest. He chuckles as he catches you, and he squeezes your waist.

“Did you fall for me again?” he asks, and the evil grin he’s got plastered on his face makes you want to yell.

“You’re terrible,” you tell him, trying to leave his embrace, “you’re such a demon.”

“Yeah, that’s me,” he smirks.

To your delight, two baby alpacas walk up to Belphie and start gnawing on his clothes. This time, it’s his turn to yelp and he lets go of you while you start laughing. He tells the alpacas to stop, but they seem to be enjoying his clothes too much to stop.

Your stomach is hurting from laughing so much, and once they’ve had enough of Belphie’s clothes, they come up to you to get some pets.

“Good job protecting me, babies,” you tell the two alpacas who make happy noises, as if to say “you’re welcome.”

“I can’t believe those animals don’t want me near you”, Belphie complains, looking down at the hems of his shirt covered in alpaca spit.

You stick out your tongue, and after a last pat on the alpaca’s heads, you head for the next section of the petting zoo with bunnies and calves, which is an interesting combination.

There’s a spot where you can sit among calves, so you settle there, and soon you’re surrounded by two calves rubbing their head against their sides while a few bunnies are sitting on your lap. Belphie joins you, and unsurprisingly, the calves immediately love him.

You have a hard time not laughing again, seeing the cow demon surrounded by cute baby cows, and you take your DDD to snap a few pictures.

“You’d better not spread those pictures, or I’ll curse you,” Belphie warns you, and you smile innocently.

“Too late, they’ve been sent to groupchats and to Beel,” you tell him.

“You’re really pushing your luck, you know that?” Belphie sighs.

‘The animals are protecting me, I fear nothing,” you humor him.

He shakes his head, and you’re about to add something when you hear the others coming into the petting zoo. Mammon immediately starts protesting about your proximity with Belphie, and deep down, you’re amused because he would’ve probably howled seeing how Belphie held you close and got referred to as your boyfriend earlier. Soon, everyone starts playing with animals, and you’re in charge of taking pictures.

Lucifer protests the most, but Diavolo insists you take lots of pictures with him drowning under bunnies, so you shrug at the oldest brother while listening to the Demon Prince’s request.

“Thank you MC, I knew I could count on you,” Diavolo tells you while Lucifer is struggling.

“Of course!” you tell him with a grin mirroring his, “I’ll make sure to take a lot of pictures of Lucifer for you.”

Diavolo’s laughter makes you laugh too, and you send a blowing kiss to Lucifer who’s glaring at you.

“MC, I swear--” he starts once Diavolo has joined Asmo and Levi to play with some sheep.

“With all due respect, I can’t refuse orders from the Demon Prince,” you sing-song, “you’ve taught me very well about how I should respect Diavolo, and that’s exactly what I’m doing. I can be docile when I want to, you know?”

You take off after winking at him, and you join Satan and Belphie who are having fun with the alpacas again. When you tell them about what Diavolo is asking of you, they’re laughing and immediately offer to help you.

“Flustering Lucifer is so much fun,” Satan chuckles, “I’ll make sure to take awful pictures of him.”

“Diavolo will love them, no matter how awful they are,” Belphie adds, smiling.

“Love does that to you,” you conclude, happy the brothers will be joining you into your mischief.

You eventually decide to move on from the petting zoo, so you pet as many animals as you can before leaving. Satan offers you his arm, and you hold on to him as you keep walking throughout the zoo, happy to be enjoying such a lovely moment with your demon friends.

You head for the felines next, and it’s fun being with Satan because he’s really knowledgeable about them. While there are some signs with information about the animals, Satan tells you about more facts about them, which is awesome.

“How come you know so much?” you ask him as he finishes telling you some facts about lions. “I expected you to know everything about animals from the Devildom, but you also know about the ones in the human world?”

“When you told me we’d go to a zoo in your world, I made sure to read up on the species you’d typically find in those,” Satan grins.

“You’re awesome, Satan!” you compliment him, “oh, there’s some tigers over there, what can you tell me about them?”

You follow him, still holding on his arm as he resumes talking.

The path you chose to follow leads to the vivarium, and this time you get closer to Levi, because you figure that if anyone will enjoy the vivarium the best, it’ll be him.

“Levi!” you call him out, grabbing his hand, “we’re going to see the snakes and the crocodiles next, isn’t that exciting?!”

Levi stiffens when he feels your hand in his, and he first mumbles in gibberish before you can make out a strangled “yes that’s great”. You push the door to the vivarium, and are immediately met with the typical humidity of such places. You don’t mind the warmth, though, since you’re dressed lightly, and you pull Levi closer to you, excited to see the animals there.

You walk through several alleys, spending time looking at all of the various snakes until you stop by a really big cage. You squat near it, looking through the glass to spot the snakes hiding under the branches, and you grin when Levi imitates you.

“Say, Levi,” you call him, patting his arm, “can you speak to snakes?”

“What gave you that idea?” he asks, eyebrows shooting up.

You shrug, an embarrassed smile spreading on your face.

“Sorry, I just… I just kind of assumed because you’ve got a snake’s tail and all… sorry.”

“It’s okay,” Levi says, “as expected from a normie I guess,” he adds, and you gently push him.

“Don’t tease me, meanie,” you say, smiling because you know he means no harm.

Tired of crouching, you stand up and get a seat near the big enclose. You gesture to Levi to join you, and he does. You lean on him, happy to take a break to cuddle with your best friend while looking at the snakes.

“Levi, what do you think you’re doing?” Belphie’s voice suddenly resonates from your left side.

You jolt in surprise, and you’re met with a disapproving Belphegor who’s staring at the way you’re holding on Levi’s arm.

“What?” Levi says, “I’m just sitting with MC while we look at the snakes. Last time I checked, I was allowed to be near them.”

“You’re too close to them,” Belphie says, and you sigh.

“You’re sounding like Mammon, drop it,” you tell him.

Belphie frowns, and cuddles your free arm.

“Fine, have it that way, but I’m taking this side.”

You send an apologetic look to Levi, who shrugs.

“I guess I’ll share MC with you for now,” Levi says to his youngest brother while frowning.

“You guys are lucky I’ve got an arm for each of you,” you sigh, and leave it at that.

After you get out of the vivarium, it’s time for lunch break. Although you’re not supposed to, you smuggled some food in a magic bag, because you were well aware that Beel’s appetite knew no boundaries and that a quick snack in a restaurant wouldn’t cut it. It’s a good thing you’ve been keeping up magic lessons with Solomon, because you’ve learned so much useful spells over the course of the past months.

Back to Beel. You’re in charge of giving him the smuggled food while everyone else digs in their own plate.

“MC, you should eat too,” Beel tells you after a few plates.

“It’s okay, I don’t mind eating after you,” you tell him, grinning.

You stomach rumbles at that, betraying your words. You grin awkwardly at Beel and he shakes his head before grabbing your spoon, filling it.

“Eat,” he tells you, presenting the spoon before your lips.

You giggle but open up. The demon feeds you, careful not to make you choke on the spoon, and once he’s taken it out, you start chewing. You stomach makes another noise, this time of happiness rather than of protest.

“It’s good,” you nod.

“Open up again,” Beel orders, his own plate forgotten.

You obey, and you hear Lucifer scold Mammon and Satan because “just because Diavolo is paying for today’s lunch doesn’t mean you should order more than you can take!”, which makes you choke in laughter.

Then comes the time for the seal show, and you head there with all of the brothers and Diavolo in advance, wanting to have good seats. A fight almost breaks out because too many brothers want to sit next to you, and you end up with Mammon on your left, Asmo on your right and Satan next to Asmo.

Beel, Levi and Belphie are sitting behind you, while Diavolo and Lucifer are another rank behind. You figure Lucifer wants to keep an eye on all of his brothers during the show, as for Diavolo he probably just wants to try and hold Lucifer’s hand in public without making Lucifer blush too much.

“Get off them,” Belphie warns Mammon who’s cuddling your side.

“Shut it, I’m the one sitting next to MC so I can do what I want,” Mammon retorts.

“Not fair,” Asmo complains, “Mammon, get your arms off MC’s shoulders! I wanted to hug their shoulders.”

“Make me,” Mammon dares him.

Before any brother can do something stupid, you whack Mammon’s head and give Asmo’s arm a tap.

“Both of you get off me, it’s too hot to have two demons all over me,” you tell them, glaring. “And if you have any complaint, I’m sitting somewhere else away from all of you,” you add.

“Even from me?!” Asmo protests, “I didn’t even touch you!”

“You wanted to!” Mammon yells, and your glare shuts them up.

The show starts peacefully, and because Mammon and Asmo are behaving, you let them hold a hand each around the end of it. You can feel someone’s stare boring holes in the back of your head, and you figure it’s Belphie, since he’s the one sitting directly behind you. You try not to mind it, despite how weird and uncomfortable it feels.

After the show, Lucifer agrees to let everyone go their own way, and you agree to meet at the shop near the entrance of the zoo at 5pm. It’s 3pm now, meaning you still have time to have fun, and you’re wondering where to go next when Satan elbows you.

“Hm?”

“MC, look,” he tells you, “Diavolo is taking Lucifer on the air ride.”

You squint, and indeed, the Demon Prince is leading the oldest brother towards the queue for the air rides.

“Most of these can be done as a couple, right?” you tell Satan, grinning.

Satan nods, grinning evilly, and you’re both laughing at the sight of the couple in the air ride before you finally decide to move on.

Unsurprisingly, all of the remaining brothers refuse to leave your side, so you go along with it and keep visiting the zoo. Despite the occasional fights, it’s all fun and giggles, until you almost cause a fight yourself. The last place you’re visiting before heading back to the shop is the manatees, and you’re suddenly laughing really loudly when you realize who they remind you of.

“It’s Belphie,” you wheeze, pointing to the manatee eating in front of you, “it’s totally Belphie!”

Seeing as the brothers are puzzled, you sigh in despair.

“Guys, it’s a sea cow! It’s so cute and all it does is vibe!”

Mammon is the first one who joins in your fit of laughter, and soon everyone except Belphie is giggling. The Avatar of Sloth is looking at you with daggers in his eyes, and you send him an apologetic glance.

“A sea cow!” you repeat, and you yelp as Belphie suddenly throws you over his shoulder.

“I’m gonna dump the hell out of you with those ugly sea cows and see how you fare, MC,” Belphie tells you, and it takes Beelzebub and Satan to stop him from carrying on with his threat.

The trip to the zoo ends with a last trip to the shop, where you all buy souvenirs, and finally, you’re on your way back to the Devildom. After a good meal full of laughter, you’re heading back to your room, but before you can close the door behind you, someone holds it. You turn around, surprised, and gape as you see Belphegor.

“Yes, can I help you?” you ask.

“You absolutely can,” he tells you, and he enters after you.

He’s the one closing the door, and you blink, confused.

“I still haven’t forgiven you for that sea cow comment, jut so you know,” Belphie tells you.

“It’s not good to hold grudges,” you humor him, “what then? Should I do something so that you’ll forgive me?”

“Kiss me,” he answers, and you blush.

“W-what?”

“You heard me. Kiss me.”

Gulping down, you tip-toe, but quickly realize that even with that extra step, you’re not tall enough to kiss him.

“Lean down,” you grumble, blushing.

Your heart misses a beat as Belphie manhandles you against the door and crashes his lips against yours, pushing his tongue in your mouth. You can’t move, only rest your hands on his chest as he presses you more against the wooden door. Somehow, you don’t mind.

He tastes like the strawberry tart you had for dessert earlier, and something else you can only define as typically Belphie like. You answer his kiss, getting drunk on the sensation of his hands on your body and his lips devouring yours.

When he relaxes his embrace, you proceed to wrap your arms around his shoulders. One of your hands starts playing with his hair, tugging at the black strands, and he hums, visibly liking it. You’re out of air, and he finally breaks away, leaving you gasping.

“You know,” you begin, “if you wanted to kiss me so badly, you could’ve just asked. There was no need to be so sneaky about it and come up with a whole scheme.”

“It’s ironic, I could’ve sworn you were the one who felt too shy to make a move,” Belphie humors you, and you cough because it’s kind of true.

“You’re mean.”

“You love me.”

“You’re a sea cow.”

Belphie rolls his eyes, and throws you over his shoulder once again. He dumps you on your bed, and hovers above you, an evil glint shining in his eyes.

“This call for punishment,” he says, and oh boy, it looks like you’re not getting any rest tonight.

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Part II

♡ Pairing: Peter Parker x Black!FemaleReader

▹ Warnings: Language, Mentions of Death, Depression, Triggering Content, Suicidal Thoughts, Suicide Attempt

▹ Words: 3k

▹ A/N: ATTENTION! This is an emotionally heavy part. Please DO NOT READ if you know you will be affected. For those struggling with depression, I see you, I care for you, and I love you. You’re not alone and you are undeniably worthy of love.

-Five Years and Twenty Nine Days Later-

You don’t want to get up.

Your phone’s alarm clock is rounding on its tenth circuit, if your counting is correct… and there’s a good chance you blanked out for fifteen minutes while watching a strip of sunlight lethargically inch down your blanket to the foot of the bed, so your number may be off by six or seven.

It’s not that you’re tired or anything, or maybe you are and that’s beside the point. It’s just that your bed is far too comfortable for your own good and you know today is Saturday, the busiest day at Hal’s Diner, and it just so happens you’re scheduled for an 8 a.m. to 2 p.m. brunch rush. If you had a choice, you’d stay in bed.

But you don’t. And you’re running twenty minutes late… for the fourth time in two weeks.

I’ve got you.

Shut the fuck up.

You wearily snarl, snatching your pillow out from under your head and slamming it against your face, uselessly stuffing it over your ears as if that would somehow miraculously block out the words.

Usually, the voice stayed quiet. After three years of the repeated promise drifting around your brain like a lost ship at sea, you had finally figured out how to anchor it to the deepest, darkest, most unchartered recess of your mind. Every now and then, though, they’d find a way to rattle the chains, just to remind you of their eternal presence, but it never lasted long. You didn’t acknowledge them anymore. They no longer fooled you.

But, twenty-nine days ago, something reinvigorated the voice, giving them a renewed sense of purpose and a reason to break free.

Twenty-nine days ago, on the exact anniversary of their disappearance, everyone came back.

Out of the blue, in the middle of the day, all of the people Earth mourned for five years reappeared to a very, very stunned world. Celebration rocked the streets of New York and all over the globe. Lovers lost returned. Mothers. Fathers. Sisters. Brothers. Babies. Friends. They all came back. And the voice in your head broke free of its chains, rampantly bouncing around your mind as if they were on pure steroids, ready to charge forward and find the one your Destined Words belonged to.

Everything reverted back to normal.

Except, besides your newly released Destined Words, nothing changed for you.

You weren’t there when… when your best friend rematerialized in your previous apartment. You moved to a smaller, modestly priced place six blocks away. It was great for what little money you had, and your landlords, a lovely couple that always leaves you a present outside your door for Christmas and birthdays, were generous enough to accommodate for your lack of funds.

You just couldn’t keep your parents’ apartment. Not when you knew they weren’t coming back.

No one ever speaks about the casualties of the ones lost that day, the ones who perished from the effects of the blip. For a long time, you just couldn’t cope with the fact that a swerving hit from a rogue truck whose driver turned to dust was all it took to take your parents away. But you had to move on.

Ever since that day five years ago, you’ve been on your own.

You’re sure your friend tried looking for you by now, continually calling up a retired cellphone number, searching through deleted social media accounts, maybe even asking your old high school for your whereabouts to no avail. Even though you’re not far from home, she’d never find you.

You don’t want to be found. You like being alone.

With a great, gusty sigh, you roll out of bed, grab some clothes and undergarments, then pad to the bathroom, ignoring the chiming circuit of your alarm clock. It can wait. You go through the motions: washing up, putting your hair in its regular bun, brushing your teeth, and staring at your unaged face in the spotted mirror.

It’s not vanity, though it’s common knowledge that your features will be impervious to aging for a long while. You literally haven’t aged a single day since the blip.

It was an intriguing phenomenon after the first two years. Everyone your age who had heard their Destined Words but had yet to meet their Soulmate just stopped aging, and when the younger generation hit the age of eighteen, they stopped aging as well. For some, like you, the effect was felt rather than seen. Ever since the string inside you snapped, you knew that cosmic time would stand still until you connected with your other soul. You’re not holding your breath for that anytime soon.

As you step out of the steam-filled bathroom, your alarm blares out its last chime before switching to the Vmm Vmm Vmm of an incoming call.

You pick up on the sixth ring. “Good morning, Hal.”

“This is the fourth—”

“The fourth time. I know, I know. I’m on my way.”

Hal grunts into the receiver, “Don’t get smart with me, little lady. Just because you’re my best server doesn’t mean I won’t fire you.”

That’s precisely what that means, and he knows you know it. You blow out a sigh, “I’m seriously almost out the door. Like two steps.”

“Uh-huh,” he says, a hint of a grin in his quizzical noise. “Well, hightail it, would’ya? The joint’s packed already and I need all hands on deck, so scoot.”

“Scooting,” you confirm, snagging your bag off of your sofa and grabbing your keys. “Who’s with me today?” Please don’t say Wendy. Please don’t say Wendy.

“Chris and Wendy.”

You groan as you shut the door behind you. “Come on, Hal. She’s dead weight in the morning. I might as well be working with a zombie in an apron.”

Hal grumps, “At least the zombie gets here on time.”

“Have you had coffee yet? You’re not you when you’re decaffeinated.” It’s true. Even with your truancy, Hal wouldn’t hold it over your head more than twice. He’s usually as chipper as a dog in a dog park at this time, bustling and joking up a storm.

He takes a loud sip, then says, “We’re slammed, is all, and I’m missing my best hand.” Two disgruntled heys ring in the background and Hal immediately issues apologies. “Just get here, will ya?”

Before you can remind him again that you are on your way, he disconnects the call.

You’re wondering if it’s too late to go back to bed.

The little, infamous family diner is only seven blocks south of your apartment building, a nice walk when the weather’s good and a pain in the ass when it’s not. You used to enjoy the quiet mornings and the stillness that came with it, but ever since things went back to normal, you can’t survive the walk without a pair of headphones jammed in your ears and your music’s volume turned all the way up. Everyone’s just so… loud.

Thankfully, today, the walk is a straight shot and you’re in the doors within fifteen minutes.

It’s like stepping into a den full of ravenous animals. Worse, it’s like stepping into a den full of ravenous animals and being stuck with the task of serving them.

“Look who’s finally decided to show up,” Wendy chides, stifling a yawn as she shuffles to a table and places down three menus. She’s twenty-two years old and likes setting your teeth on edge.

You deadpan, “Did the cat drag you in from the front door or the back?”

“Knock it off, you two,” warns Chris, walking by with two arms balancing four plates of the Sunrise Breakfast Special. He looks at you, then jerks his chin back to the kitchen. “Boss is about to blow his top.”

Nodding, you make your way to the back, giving a small wave to some regulars. Out of breath and sweat running down his reddened neck, Hal is moving like a man caught in a whirlwind, flipping eggs and pancakes and sausages and hash browns and bacon while checking orders and filling plates. As soon as he hears the kitchen door close and sees you, he visibly sags in relief.

“Don’t bother clocking in. Just put your apron on and get out there.”

You nod. Set down your things. Put on your apron. Arrange a plastic smile.

Go through the motions.

It’s all the same thing every single day. Wake up, work, school, sleep. Repeat. Unlike the other constants, school is something you’re temporarily trying out. It wasn’t your original plan, the whole four years to a bachelor’s degree, then some more years for a master’s. You gave that up long ago. Right now, you’re just taking a free weekend art class at a community college. Oddly enough, it’s something you’re beginning to look forward to on Saturdays and Sundays.

Work, while you’re great at what you do, is never a highlight.

Hal was right. The diner is slammed, and you’re swept up in the current of rude, demanding customers, snide remarks from Wendy, cheerful shrugs from Chris, and barking orders from Hal for six whole hours. You work through your two fifteen-minute breaks. No one reminds you. You slip on spilled hash browns. No one helps you. You bring back a plate three times to satisfy a customer who kept finding fault with their eggs. No one thanks you.

Everything is back to normal.

I’ve got you.

“Fuck off,” you snap, slapping a hand to your mouth when you see the elderly woman you’re serving knit her brows in revulsion. “Oh, no, ma’am. I’m-I’m sorry, I was—”

She stands and marches out of the diner before you could explain, snatching her ten-dollar tip off the table.

“… talking to myself,” you finish under your breath.

She’s the last of the brunch rush, leaving only the regular afternoon crowd and a few stragglers. The clock near the cash register reads 2:13 p.m.

You brush off the disappointment of a lost tip and head to the kitchen to grab your things and leave, Chris and Wendy following you. Hal’s two other workers, the ones here till closing, cover the floor well. Not like they had much to do.

Hal is whistling a jaunty tune when you walk in, stopping to salute you, Chris, and Wendy with an exhausted grin. “Nice work out there, you guys. See you tomorrow.”

Wendy is out the door the instant she clocks out.

Chris catches your arm as you grab your bag from your small locker. “Hey, um, I sort of heard your little outburst, and I was wondering if you were okay.”

You nod, gently shrugging his hand off. “Yeah, it’s just a tip. I made enough.”

“No, not that,” he shakes his head, clearing his throat and pushing a hand through his choppy beach-blond hair. He ineptly bends his head down a little, getting close enough for a private conversation you do not want to have. “It’s just… you’ve done that before and I just want to make sure everything’s alright with you.”

You can’t put the plastic smile back on, he’s seen it too many times to know it’s not real, so you half-heartedly grin. “I’m fine. Thanks for asking.”

“Yeah, anytime. Hey, so, me and a couple friends are hanging out tonight. There’s gonna be a music festival in Cunningham Park. Wanna hang?”

Chris tries this every week. At first, you thought it was his bashful attempt at asking you out, but he’s a happily taken man with a big heart and a lot of friends. Every customer he meets, boom, they’re friends and soon loyal customers of Hal’s. It’s a gift. You just wish he caught your not-so-subtle hints of evasion.

Tonight, though, you had the perfect excuse. “Can’t. I got class.”

He tilts his head in confusion. “On a Saturday night?”

“Yeah. It’s a free course. Get it where I can take it, you know,” you awkwardly laugh, hoping Chris wasn’t offended as you take a couple of steps back towards the exit.

His smile doesn’t falter. “Maybe next time, then.”

Not likely. “Sure, yeah. See you later.”

You duck out before he says goodbye, dashing out the front door and speed-walking home.

I’ve got you.

You stop dead in the middle of a sidewalk.

Where did that come from? It’s never said it three times in a row before. Does… does that mean something?

Your breath quickens at the thought, and you spin around, scanning the vacant street. You’re the only one occupying the sidewalk, you and a curious squirrel sniffing at the crisp air. There’s not a person in sight. When you’re certain you’re in the clear, pivoting a glance around one more time for good measure, you pick up the pace, practically running the rest of the way home.

Once you’re in your apartment and the door shuts, you desperately whisper to your mind, “Don’t say it anymore. I don’t want them, okay? I don’t want a Soulmate.”

Nothing.

“I know you hear me,” you bite out aloud, forcefully shoving back the urge to yell. “Stop saying the words.”

Still nothing.

Silence rings hollow in your mind like the voice is waiting for your temper to cool down. Like it knew it upset you and felt chastened enough to back off and take a time out in a corner.

You stand immobile in the middle of your cramped sitting area. Tense. Waiting. Waiting longer than you care to admit. The urge to fight deserts you as quick as it comes, but you’re still standing there with your fists balled up, feeling more and more defeated as the minutes drain away.

The voice isn’t going to leave you alone. You know that. It’s here to serve one purpose, and the only thing holding it up is you. You’re meant to meet whoever those words belong to… but then what? They magically fix you? They love you back to normal? Five years ago, you may have believed they can do that. But, the problem is, you’ve gone through enough life-altering events in the last five years to last you a lifetime, and this one person, this person destined to pair with your soul, won’t be your wave-of-a-wand solution.

You just want it to stop.

I’ve got you.

A lone tear slides down your cheek as you trek to your bed and climb in fully clothed.

For a long time, you simply stare up at the ceiling as the tears leak out the corners of your eyes. You make no noise, and your chest doesn’t jerk up and down with sobs. The tears gather, and then they fall. Gather and fall. Gather and fall until there are no tears left. You continue staring at the ceiling.

You think back to the days when those godforsaken words and the future they foretold brought you happiness. What a wonderful promise, pairing with someone who will always be there for you in some capacity and will instantly love you. You can’t recall any Soulmate story not working out. Maybe they just never speak about it. Why mar the fantasy?

The sun dipped below the horizon a while ago, and now the moon shines bright in the night sky. You missed your art class.

Your body is as stiff as a board when you sit up. There’s a tight pounding in your forehead, either from crying or lack of food, but you aren’t bothered enough to deal with it. Instead, you move to the only window in your room and pull back the curtains to gaze at the stars. Not many are out yet, but they glitter like gems around the moon, and the night sky nears a lovely shade of midnight blue.

The sight is so pretty; you find yourself grabbing a couple of paint bottles, brushes, and a small canvass, then heading out of your apartment, walking up six flights of stairs to reach the roof.

It’s quiet when you get up there, save for the noise of zooming cars below. The first time you came up on the roof, just out of curiosity, you loved how solitary it felt, loved the view overlooking the building-strewn skyline and the overall height of the complex. It became a nice place to visit when you wanted to be by yourself.

You walk over to the edge of the building, sitting your supplies down on the ledge, then look up at the sky for the best angle to capture the moon and the stars.

The sky is vast. So endless. So open. So free. You stop scoping out for the perfect angle and just admire the shining moon when your eyes land on it. It’s waning, only a sliver of its surface visible as it prepares to transition into a New Moon. Then you gaze at the stars as they dimly twinkle back at you… like they can see right through you.

Like they can see your sadness.

You step closer to the ledge, each step laden with the weight of smothered grief. You lost everyone. Your parents. Manda. She’d never recognize the person you’ve become.

You step onto the ledge, not looking down but up, trying to memorize the image.

You lost your Soulmate. That broken string in your chest never felt the same, even after everyone came back. Maybe you were too far gone for any connection.

You turn around. You’d thought you’d feel numb, but acceptance fills you. It’s okay to let go.

You lower your eyes, slowly lean back, and let gravity take over.

Air sails past your ears in a rush as you fall, and you can’t really focus on anything except your erratic heartbeat. You don’t struggle as your body wants. You just fall and wait.

And then, in a sudden flash of red and blue, you’re propelling sideways and swinging upwards, a strong arm pressing you against a hard chest.

“I’ve got you.”

As soon as he said the words, you knew who they belonged to, as if you knew this entire time. Even with the mask covering his face, you knew. But it still doesn’t stop you from incredulously saying, “Peter?”

His masked face snaps to yours. A small part of you tries to pin his surprise on you correctly guessing his identity, but something bigger assures you the reason for his alarm is a match to your own.

He knows you’re his Soulmate.

...

Part III

#peter parker #peter parker au #peter parker x black!reader #peter parker x reader #peter parker x #peter parker soulmate au #soulmate au #spider-man x reader #spider-man x black!reader #marvel fanfiction #peter parker fanfic #peter parker angst #slow burn #black!reader

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apenapaperandadoofus · 3 years

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Hiya!!! i saw you that you posted a prompt list.👀 If you still take prompts How about "can I have one?" From your prompt list with Seven With some funny/fluffly content?😬 pretty please with a cherry on top🍒

Feel hugged by a very long cat!! ✨😻

Hi hi! Sending you a hug back :D

Today I think imma post some of the promt request hehe since the songs one do take a bit and rn my headphones are charging and it's 12am so PFT

Can I have one? (Saeyoung x MC)

"Ohhh who's the cutest cat in the world? That's right, it's Elly!" You giggled as you gave the adorable cat in front of you a kiss.

Jumin had recently been asked to fly over seas for a meeting with a very important client, and he couldn't bring Elizabeth. Normally he would give the cat-sitter job to Jaehee, but she had just earned herself a week deserved 2 week vacation and Jumin knew he couldn't make her work on her break, he understood that Jaehee did need her rest after all the work she did.

Out of everyone else, Zen couldn't (Jumin would've LOVED to give Elizabeth to him though -the evil bastard) and Yoosung was definitely out of the question.

So Jumin decided that he second best option, was Saeran. He knew that his twin would probably try and do something with his precious cat, but he trusted that Saeran would hold his brother back. He also added you to the list and assumed you would guard Elizabeth from the mischievous cat abuser.

The two of you were actually doing a pretty good job of keeping Elly safe, and that day Saeran decided to leave for a bit to take his usual walk, so you had been left with Elly alone.

The thing is, you absolutely loved cats, and what neither Jumin nor Saeran would expect, you also loved to squish, stretch, and basically do whatever you wanted with them! If Jumin knew he'd definetly have labeled you as a cat abuser too. However, that day you had finally ran out of energy from squishing the cat, so you resorted to sitting on the couch with her on your tummy while you pet her and gave her a lazy kiss every now and then.

You were happily watching a re-run of Dance Mom's, and watched as Abby angrily ran (or drove??) Away in that chair that had wheels (you forgot it's name, but honestly, you were too focused on Abby and her just leaving the whole group.) Then, you jumped as you heard the sound of the front door open, making Elly lazily stand up and stretch while rubbing against you.

You saw a familiar red head pop out and quickly run over to the couch.

"My dear Elly~ OH how much I've missed you my darling!!!" He yelled as he grabbed the poor cat and spun her around the living room.

You chuckled and crossed your arms, leaning back on the couch. "Hello to you too Saeyoung."

He stopped and sheepishly grinned before going back to pampering the cat, who had a look of 'someone please help this man is currently holding me hostage.'

Saeyoung kept kissing Elly, asking her how her day was and how she'd found the place, and you huffed.

Was he seriously focusing more on the cat that you? Again?

You knew how much Saeyoung loved Elly, but the last few weeks he seemed to be dating her instead of you! In fact, he didn't even seem to notice you anymore, only paying attention to the cat. You loved Elly as much as him, but you'd never ignore your boyfriend over a cat, and honestly this was the last straw.

Saeyoung eventually noticed your cross expression and he stopped, holding the cat in the air.

"MC? Why are you making that face?"

"Hmph, what face?" You said as you crossed your arms.

"Ah that face! Did I do something? Are you mad because I ate your muffin again?"

"What no- wait" YOU ATE MY MUFFIN!?"

Saeyoung winced and tried to look as innocent as possible. "Oh what- pffff no of course not I- what even IS a muffin haha I have no idea what you're talking about- ANYWAY if you're not mad about that then what is it?"

You sighed. "Nothing, nothing forget it, I'm just being childish. If you're going to keep playing with Elly or whatever, the please do it in your room, I'm busy watching TV."

Saeyoung raised and eyebrow, but then, a smirk started slowly appearing on his face.

"I see~" he said, and you looked at him confused.

"what?"

Saeyoung tried to stifle a laugh but failed, and he gently put Elizabeth on the ground.

"MC....are you....are you jealous....of a cat?!"

You felt your eyes widen and your face flush and Saeyoung's smile got wider.

"YOU ARE!"

"N-no I'm not!! I just, I, UGH!" You stood up from the couch and tried to look anywhere that wasn't your boyfriend.

"HA! YOU DEFINETLY HAVE! Oh boy, this is amazing, I seriously can't believe that you, of all people! Being jealous of a cat!" He laughed and you gently pushed him.

"So what!? I-its completely normal....you've been coddling and kissing her all the time she's been here! It's not my fault I want some affection too...."

Saeyoung laughed and took a step closer to you. "Well you could've just asked for a kiss you know?"

You blushed even more and stomped your foot. "But I- it's embarrassing Saeyoung, and I shouldn't even ask for a kiss to my boyfriend, you're supposed to be doing that without asking!"

"Well my dear MC, sadly I am not a mind reader. If you want a kiss just ask for one."

You stood quiet for a moment, and Saeyoung suddenly seemed to get an idea. He smiled mischievously and walked closer and closer to you, his lips barely brushing against yours, but as soon as you tried to make them touch he pulled away and smirked.

"Nuh-uh, I'm not giving you anything until you ask."

"Saeyoung!!!" You pouted, but he just chuckled.

"If you want a kiss, then ask for it." He said, as his lips brushed against your skin, making you flush.

He then pulled away and raised an eyebrow. "Well? I'm waiting~"

You sighed and looked at the ceiling.

"CanIhaveakiss?"

He chuckled. "I'm sorry my dear, I couldn't exactly hear what you said."

"Can I have one?"

"One...what?"

"Ugh Saeyoung! One kiss, please, can you just freaking shut up and kiss me?"

He smiled and wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you close. "Well since you asked so nicely..."

You gasped as Saeyoung's lips touched yours, and both let out a happy sigh. You tangled your fingers in his hair, and tried to deepen the kiss, but then Saeyoung pulled away.

"Hey what was that for?" You almost screamed, but instead aggressively whispered.

Saeyoung booped your nose and laughed. "Well you did ask only for one kiss, you can't be mad at me for actually doing what you said.....MC? Why are you looking at me like- mmph!"

Saeyoung let out a small yelp as you grabbed him by the collar and pulled him towards you, kissing him roughly.

Saeyoung then slowly closed his eyes and pulled you closer, the two of you ending up on the couch, with you straddling him.

You kissed his cheek, his neck, and made your way down to his collar bone, making him gasp and let out pleased sighs.

He was about to take his shirt off when suddenly a big white ball jumped in front of you, making you both fall off the couch (you fell from almost being scared to death, and Saeyoung from trying to help you.)

You looked up at Elly who you guessed wanted to be part of the fun? And she purred and rubbed against the two of you, making you take in lots, and lots, and lots of cat hair.

"Well then." You said after a whole minute of coughing and trying to get Elly's hair out of your mouth and nose. "I guess Elizabeth also wanted some kisses."

Saeyoung laughed and pulled you towards him grabbing your waist with one arm, and petting Elly with his other free hand.

"Aw she just doesn't want to feel excluded. We can continue this later, because I've just realized that you're watching Dance Moms without me!!!!"

You laughed and gently pushed him. "Hey let me be, I was bored."

"I cannot believe you're watching Dance Mom's without me! The betrayal!!" He made a dramatic pose and you rolled your eyes, but you couldn't help the smile on your face.

"Saeyoung the show finished ages ago...I think, and besides, Abby is in jail or something you should already know how it ends."

"AND you spoiled the whole thing for me!!! Wait she's in jail? Seriously?"

"I dunno I just remembered her at one point going to jail."

"Probably for giving all those kids PTSD." He joked.

"Oh boy, she gave all of us PTSD. Anywho let's get on the couch my butt hurts."

You got up and then let out a yelp as Saeyoung teasingly smacked your butt and then you sat on the couch, Saeyoung and Elizabeth following after.

The three of you spent the evening with each other, and Saeyoung would give you small kisses every now and again.

Eventually he fell asleep with his head on your lap, and you smiled softly as you ran your fingers through his hair as he sighed happily, looking exactly like Elizabeth when you pet her.

You giggled softly and then leaned back on the couch, closing your eyes. This was your home, and you felt so happy to be able to share moments like this with that dork. You honestly wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.

The end.

#mystic messenger #saeyoung choi #mysme #saeran choi #choi bois #jumin han #yoosung kim #jaehee kang #mysme zen

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mspufflehuff · 3 years

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Surprise!

Pairing: Gadreel x Winchester!plus size!reader, mentions of Castiel x Dean

Summary: Gadreel finds you knitting in the bunker while listening to music. He finds out you’re making a blanket for a baby. Who’s baby are you making it for though is the question.

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Warnings: Implied smut that happened before time in fanfic, established relationship between Gadreel and reader, some angst, mentions of abortion, mentions of death, some cursing

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Author’s Note: Spoilers for season 8 of Supernatural!! Proofread by Grammarly (shoutout to grammarly), almost all of these fanfics are things I’ve thought of myself before I go to bed at night. Except the Steve Rogers fanfic, someone gave me that idea for the fanfic. Spoilers!! In this fanfic, Kevin is still alive. Gadreel didn’t kill Kevin. I hope everyone who reads this has a great day!

It was an off day for everyone in the bunker. Most of the time, you had to be researching something going on with your brothers or researching to find the next case. Today was different for everyone. Today, everyone could relax and have a calm day in the bunker. You had cooked breakfast for everyone who was staying in the bunker at the time. Kevin had gotten breakfast and went to his room in the bunker after pulling another all-nighter from researching something.

After everyone had gotten their breakfast, you set on cleaning around the bunker. It needed some cleaning as Sam and Dean wouldn’t do it as they picked researching more than cleaning the bunker, which is now your home. You regularly got on your brother’s asses for how they don’t help you clean. Aside from nagging at them, you always had a sweet angel who wouldn’t mind helping you clean around the bunker even though he could snap and the bunker would be clean. Gadreel. He was always there to lend you a hand if you needed anything at all.

Well, today was different. Gadreel had gone with Castiel to help out the other angels in Heaven. You and Gadreel had been dating for close to a year now. It was coming up on your anniversary with Gadreel, and decided to start on a little project for his present. After cleaning a fair bit of the bunker, you made your way to your shared room with Gadreel. You sat down in a chair in the corner of your shared room, picking up a ball of yarn and knitting needles. You put on your headphones and turned on your favorite band, All Time Low. You played Dear Maria, Count Me In as you started your knitting.

*Time Skip*

It had been a few hours since you started your knitting project, and Gadreel had made it back with Castiel. As Gadreel and Cas told Dean and Sam a little about how everything went, Gadreel noticed you weren’t in the war room. He looked around for you with a confused look, tilting his head like a curious puppy. “She’s in her room.” Sam told Gadreel, not looking up from his book. Gadreel nodded and walked past a cuddling Dean and Castiel to get to your shared room. As he made his way to your shared room, he could hear some soft singing. He walked closer, standing in front of the door to your room. Gadreel could hear the words, “I wanna be your lost boy, your last chance. A better reality, yeah…” He smiled and quietly opened the door to find you sat in the same chair.

You hadn’t noticed Gadreel yet, still working on the knitting project you started hours ago. You were smiling as you sang and kept knitting. Gadreel could tell you were knitting what seemed to be a blanket in a thick pastel yellow yarn. Gadreel got closer, quietly walking up to you. You soon noticed his figure getting closer, smiling brighter at him. You took off your headphones and paused your music. “Hi my angel.” You gave him a happy smile and put your knitting in your lap. “How did everything in Heaven go?” You asked, watching his face. “It went fine. Heaven is doing good since Metatron left and since Hannah is in charge. What are you doing?” He nods towards your blanket you were knitting.

“Oh I’m knitting something! I decided since there are days when I don’t have any cases to go on, I would take up a hobby and learn a new skill. So I chose knitting!” You smiled and picked up your needles, continuing with your knitting. “Who are you making this blanket for?” “A baby.” You replied calmly as you continued to work on the blanket. Gadreel sat on the floor in front of you. “A baby? Who’s baby?” He asked you, confused and with a soft tilt in his head. “That’s a surprise.” You teased and smiled happily.

After you gave him that answer, you wouldn’t answer the rest of the questions he had for you. Since you wouldn’t answer his questions, he went to ask your brothers, Castiel, and maybe Kevin if he knew. He was trying to rack his brain for a person you may know that was having a baby. You and Gadreel had an open and honest relationship and would tell each other everything, from deep dark secrets to something as simple as if either of you were jealous of someone staring at the other person.

Gadreel knew you had a close relationship with your brothers, so maybe you had told Sam or Dean something about this baby. “A baby? Who’s having a baby?” Dean asked Gadreel, sounding as confused as Gadreel. “I do not know. That is why I came to ask you. I thought she may have told you or someone here in the bunker.” Gadreel explained to Dean, after getting nothing from Dean, he was off to ask Sam. Just like Dean, Sam didn’t know anything either. He soon asked Castiel if he knew anything to do with a baby. “I’m sorry, Gadreel. I do not know. I suggest asking Kevin. Y/N has been hanging out with him since she is here in the bunker with Kevin while we are on cases.” Castiel told him, making his way to the shelves to find lore books for a case.

Gadreel walked around the bunker, trying to find Kevin. He seemed to be having trouble finding Kevin as he usually was in his room. Kevin was nowhere to be found at the moment. Gadreel soon heard whispering as he got closer to a door at the end of the hall. He got closer, hearing your voice say something in a hushed tone. He then heard Kevin reply something back in an equally hushed tone. After standing there at the door and listening to you and Kevin converse, the door started to open. Gadreel widened his eyes and flew to your shared room so either you or Kevin wouldn’t see him.

After he flew to your shared room, he stood in front of the bed. He stood there, thinking about what you would be doing in a random room with Kevin. He started having doubts about your relationship and if you were going to leave him for Kevin. He knew he wasn’t perfect like the other angels in Heaven, but he tried so hard to be perfect for you. Of course, you had told him countless times that you didn’t want him to be perfect; you wanted him to be himself. But, now he was worried those were words you were telling him to shut him up. He knew he had to talk with you, scared of your relationship ending soon.

As he turned to walk out of your shared room, you opened the door to your room. “Oh Gadreel!” You jumped a little, not expecting him to be there, and quickly gave a smile. “I didn’t know you were in here.” You noticed his face and dropped your smile instantly. He watched your face turn into worry and concern. “Angel, what’s wrong?” You asked, taking his hands in yours. He sighed and looked down at you. “Y/N, do you want to break up with me?” “What?? Gadreel, where is this question coming from?” You looked at him in shock and blinked a few times at his question. “I heard you and Kevin talking in a random room. I didn’t hear anything said, but I heard you both talking, and it sounded like you both wanted the conversation to be quiet. I understand if you wish to break up with me, Y/N. I only wish you and Kevin the best of luck in your relationship.” He moved past you, starting to walk out of the room. Your mouth was gaped open as you watched him walk out of your room.

You were so confused at his words and soon thought back to your conversation with Kevin. As you thought about your conversation with Kevin, Gadreel had made his way to the war room to tell your brothers and Castiel that he would be leaving the bunker. Gadreel soon walked into the war room, making his way over to Sam, telling him it was a pleasure to work with him and if he ever needs him, to pray for him and he will come at his call. Sam watched Gadreel with confusion but nodded and told him he wishes him the best. Everyone knew you and Gadreel had been dating but wasn’t sure what was going on.

“Gadreel!!” You yelled throughout the bunker, soon running into the war room. You grabbed Gadreel’s hand before he could walk over to Castiel and Dean. You panted lightly, standing there so you could catch your breath. “Gadreel, I’m not breaking up with you. I would never break up with you. Gadreel, you have treated me so kindly since we’ve met and since we got together. I could never leave you for someone else. I always get scared you’ll leave me for someone else as I’m just a plain hunter.” You told Gadreel, tearing welling up in your eyes. Gadreel looked at you and cupped your face, wiping your tears as they fell down your cheeks. “Why would I leave you, Y/N? You’ve treated so well even with you knowing of my history and what I’ve done.” You chuckled softly and kissed Gadreel’s palm. “Gadreel, I was talking with Kevin because he was helping me plan for our first anniversary.” You told Gadreel, holding his hands in yours. “Oh... but why were you two whispering?” You sighed and pulled something out of your pocket. You opened Gadreel’s hand, placing a small strip of pictures in his hand. “Gadreel… I’m pregnant.”

Hey everyone!! I’m sorry this is a cliffhanger. I was thinking of writing out the full fanfic, but I kept thinking and decided to see if you guys wanted a part two to this fanfic. If I get enough requests to make a part 2, I’ll make one and maybe even a little series. If this gets a lot of requests that people like it, Ill make a mini series. I hope you guys like it as much as I do. ❤ -Savannah

#gadreel x plus size reader #gadreel #plus size reader #supernatural #winchester!reader

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willddheartt · 3 years

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24 Days | Wilbur Soot

30 days to fall in love with someone? Sounds easy right? It would be if that person wasn’t so unbelievably annoying in almost every sense.

You’re not sure how you found yourself in this situation, but you were positive there was no backing out now…

Series Warnings: Mostly fluff and angst, and a very poorly constructed enemies to lovers plot.

Word Count: 1685

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24 Days

It was Friday, you were in the middle of doing your two-hour-long stream that you did every Friday. Since you took weekends off from your own streams you did a long one every week. It worked out, you seemed to get a lot more views on Friday anyways. All the donos seemed to ask about you and Wilbur, you forced a smile to tell everyone you guys were well and that you’re very happy together. The viewers seemed to be happy with your responses and didn't catch you falter. You were on the DreamSMP cleaning up things and repairing things from any creeper explosions, as having holes in the walkways annoyed you to no end because it didn't look pleasing to the eye. Many ties you were passed by Fundy, Tubbo, and even Tommy. The in-game chat stated to be spammed by Tommy, VC 2 VC 2 VC 2 over and over again.

“Well chat, let’s see what Tommy wants,” You giggled and switched to discord. “Hello Tommy,” You smiled, wondering what type of shenanigans he was up to today, you noticed he was also streaming so you knew it was something that was going to be very entertaining to the stream. “Y/N!” He yelled “Tommy!” You yelled back, matching his energy. “How do you do?” His sudden calm tone almost made you burst into a fit of laughter. “I do well, Thomas. What are you up to tonight?” You asked, smiling to yourself when using his full name. “Well, you see, Y/N. See here’s the thing. I am out of supplies, I don’t even have iron to my name Y/N-” “Do you want me to help you get some?” You offered, cutting him off “Well, actually I was hoping you could just give me some.” “Tommy,” You laughed, “That’s- unfortunately, that not how it works my friend.” You paused, taking a sip of your water, “I am more than willing to help you go mining, I know a pretty good spot actually, but I’m not going to just give you stuff for nothing.” “C’mon Y/N you could write it off your taxes as a charity donation,” You had to give it to him, although Tommy could be annoying at times he was so effortlessly funny, you were almost certain that he didn't even have to try.

“Ah yes, hang on let me see what I have to give to Tommy’s charity fund,” You laughed, looking through your inventory, pondering for a few moments, making it look like you were going to give him half your stack of iron only our stream before clicking to the three seeds you’d picked up some time ago and throwing them at his feet. His character's head went from looking at you to the seeds, then back to you and back to the seeds again, you pulled up his stream on your other monitor so you could see his face, trying so hard to not burst out into laughter when you saw his unamused look.

Feeling bad you pulled up a donation, giving Tommy Five bucks so the text-to-speech would work, “Tommy Charity Fund.” You sent and waited for it to go through. He paused, hearing the dono tts voice, before looking back up at you in the game. “Fuck you,” He said running away. You couldn't suppress your laughter any longer and it all fell out at once, chat exploded into laughter and emotes, everyone found it hilarious.

A few seconds after you were still in the voice chat with Tommy, he had ventured off to go mining, I guess stealing from people wasn't going well. Since the last war, nobody has really been gathering supplies, taking a break from the lore to just get things done around the server. Tommy still bringing up the ‘charity fund’ you found it hilarious.

“You’re a bitch you know that,” He mumbled, you knew he was only joking, with Tommy you never took anything to heart, if he had a true problem with you, you know he would message you privately. “Tommy,” Wilbur's voice came over discord, making you jump slightly. “Hi Wilbur,” He said, sounding like a little kid when their mom gets them in trouble. “Apologize to Y/N.'' Wilbur's voice was playful, yet stern, sounding exactly like the older brother who was put in charge of his younger siblings.

After a second, you could see Tommy bow his head on his stream that was still pulled up on your other monitor. “Sorry, Y/N. You’re not a bitch.” He said “It’s okay Tommy,” You chuckled “Thank you.” Spoke Wilbur before leaving the voice chat.

You and Tommy stayed on call until his stream ended. You were left alone, talking to your chat. Without anyone else there to keep a consistent conversation you started to daze off, forgetting you were on stream, yawning and leaning forward onto your desk. Your back hurt from how long you’d been sat in front of the monitor.

Your discord made a noise again, but this time you didn’t bother tabbing out to see who had joined. “Hey, Y/N,” Wilburs soft voice came across your headphones “Will,” You smiled, sitting up “You look tired, how long have you been up?” He asked

You looked at the clock, it was only 11 PM but you could have sworn it was later. “Since one,” “AM or PM?” Will asked You looked down, “AM,” You mumbled. “You should go to bed,” He said You sighed, knowing he could break you eventually, as your eyelids were drooping shut and your eyes were burning. “Its not even that long, Wil, I’m fine.” You argued

“How long have you been streaming?” Wilbur asked “I’m almost at my five hour mark, I’m like forty-five minutes away,” “End your stream early and get ready for bed than we can chat,” His voice was soft and warm speaking over your stream, your chat exploded, loving Wilbur and you together. “But I’m so close, just a few more minutes,” You sighed, tabbing out of your game and switching the stream to a full face cam. “I’m sure they wont mind if you end a little early, you've been streaming for a while, love.” He continued, slowly wearing you down. “I can even entertain your chat for a bit while you go get ready for bed, or even make yourself a cup of tea, then when you come back, it will be close enough that you can end the stream, how does that sound?” You sighed, knowing he had won. You looked at chat and back to the timer of how long you've been on stream, “Okay.” You nodded.

“Alright Chat, I’m sorry for ending early but you heard the man. Next week will be extra long to make up for this, I promise.” You said, looking at the chat, everyone was spamming ‘goodnight’ and ‘goodbye’ “It was nice spending this fine evening with you all, but I must go now, I will see everyone Monday. Bye!” You ended stream

“Hi, Wilbur,” You smiled to yourself after ending stream “I’m going to call your number now, and you can go get ready for bed, okay?” He said “Alright, Wil,” you nodded, closing all the windows you had open on your pc.

After shutting everything off you grabbed what you needed and went to the bathroom. Wilbur called you halfway through taking your makeup off, you had eyeliner smudged all around your eyes when you answered his facetime. When his face popped up on your screen, he was wearing his glasses and a big smile, his hair was a mess and he was already in bed.

“Getting ready for bed?” He asked, as if he didn't already know. “Of course,” You shook your head, leaning closer to the mirror making sure you had all the bits of makeup taken off before washing your face with warm water Picking up your phone you held up a peace sign, making Wil laugh and attempt to take a sneaky screenshot. “Hey, no, delete that, I look terrible.” You quickly argued after hearing the noise. “You do not.” He was fast to respond. “You look refreshed, you're glowing.” you shook your head at him as you walked back to your room through the dark house.

Your roommate had already gone to bed, close to an hour ago. You were always the last person up, being an internet person with many American friends who are in a different time zone and a night owl at heart. You flopped down into your soft pillows, pulling your duvet over yourself and propping your phone up on your laptop so you could still see Wilbur and he could see you. You pulled the corner of the blanket up to hide your face.

“Don't do that, I want to see your face,” Wilbur frowned. “No you don’t,” You shook your head “Yes,” He spoke, “I do.” You moved the blanket so it wasn't all the way covering your face but it was still pulled up enough that your shoulders were covered. “You realize next week you’ll be here for your stream?” Wilbur said. “I do now,” You pinched the bridge of your nose, “I’m sorry, I didn't think of that,” “Its okay, you can stream from my computer,” He smiled. “It will surprise chat,” “Oh my god, can you imagine, they're going to go crazy,” You chuckled “They will,”

Wilbur continued to tell you about how he was truly getting excited to have you meet him in person, but his soft voice had been lulling you to sleep, your eyelids struggling to stay open and your warm bed weighing you down. Eventually you were out. Wilbur didn't notice until he asked you a question and did not respond. Your laptop screen was still shining light on you, and he saw you were asleep against the black screen, smiling at you. He snuck another screenshot, making sure the sound was off this time.

“Goodnight, Y/N.” He said sweetly before getting comfortable in bed himself and slowly drifting off.

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Iceberg Week 2021: Day 2 (July7)- Romeo and Juliet AU Pt. 1

Note: This fanfic is actually going to be a modern version of Romeo and Juliet. Where Weiss is the mafia's daughter and Neptune is the son of a police captain. I know it wasn't the best, but I would like to release it to share with you fellow viewers. Sorry for the late submission. I thought I should cut it into two parts

By wolfstyle2074

"Two Households, both alike and in dignity. When the differences have settled in cold blood. Love cannot be killed. The story of two young lovers seek out a way to escape with their lives when first sight came to light. Between law and crime, it was always conflict, questions of the choices we make in the war of blood..."

"Uh, Ren. Can we repeated that please? The background is getting sizzled?" Nora, a ginger-haired girl holding the camera, then interrupted as Ren, a raven-haired boy is speaking with a microphone in his hands. He is a reporter for a boarding school writing a story about two runaways fighting for their lives. "Um, Nora, are you okay?"

He asked. Seeing Nora wiping the tears off his eyes. Hearing the story kinda got her emotional. "Yeah, I just wished they'd be here to appreciate how you write this story."

"Don't worry, Nora. Neither of them will be forgotten. I am sure they will appreciate what you did to remember them." Ren said. Walking towards Nora and patted her on the head to cheer her up. "Wanna get some ice cream on the way out? I am sure it will make you feels better." Ren asked. Nora then rose her head up from the camera and smiled and nodded to the suggestion. "Yeah, I am sure it's fine. This is our last year in the Academy, sooner or later we will graduate." Nora said.

"You have read my mind, Nora." Ren said walking out together with Nora out of the school building. "Two years, and it was the story that made headlines that involves forbidden love between law and crime."

"Something tells me you will make a great novelist." Nora encouraged. The school bell rings. The one bell that rings from one transition to another, the sound that will haunt the students forever.

-2 years ago-

Captain Saturn Vasilias of the New York Police Force was in his cab to his destination for the assignment he was in. "10-2, we got a cartel in the dust facility, Ever Dust Inc., five males, two females on the road." One line have said from the radio. Saturn then picks up and speaks through the mic. "10-2 unit 6, close all the roads and don't let them escape." Saturn responded.

After driving at full speed, knowing he might have much time to prevent the crime of robbery in the dust facility and caught up with two cargo tricks in front of the entrance. The bombing was non-stop. The Schnee Family were a known crime family that illegally sells dust for weapons, their empire grew large since then. Saturn has been researching about them for years, but none of the family members has been caught. However, one of them, a young woman has been reporting about them and giving them tips since then, our of fear for the safety of her younger younger siblings, and would suffer the same fate. The woman then became an undercover informant.

Saturn then got off his cab, and takes out a megaphone as he spoke to an old man, who is in his 50s or 60s, wearing a casual suit, which is the sign of him being a ringleader of the cartel. "Jacques Schnee, you are under arrest for the robbery and numerous murders!" Saturn announced.

"Your father before you was a fool to think you could win this round!" Jacques retorts after ordering his men to raise their guns and pointed at him. "You never learn, haven't you, cold-blooded man?!"

Saturn's son, Jupiter has been behind his father this whole time and also pointed his sniper gun at him, mostly the main boss are the main targets. "Jupiter, you cannot draw weapons at him, you'll be charged with firearms! And you don't have a permit for that!" Saturn scolded him. "Relax, dad. Mom taught me a lot. Plus, this is the first time we have a father-son day in your fight." Jupiter remarks. But Saturn wasn't pleased. "Get ready, old man! Either you and your buddies come quietly and peacefully, or you'll regret it!" Jupiter warned.

"Peace? Peace is the very word I hate, as I hate all Vasilias'! Come at me then! Winter!" Jacques stated as he gave a hand signal to his men for gunfire. And called out his daughter, Winter to lead the gunfire. She came out and gave a signal to fire. Saturn and Jupiter hid behind the left side of the cab as the bullets created holes from a right side of the door. Jupiter then came out of hiding and shot back.

Jacques hid in his cargo for his own safety. And Saturn shots back at his arch-enemy. "Blasted Schnees, they don't know when to quit." Jupiter scoffed. Kept firing one after the other. Later, after a scuffle, Jacques got away in his own cargo. But the rest of his men have been caught, and some of the stolen dust has been recovered, but the rest were stolen.

Lydia, Saturn's wife, and Jupiter's mother, and a lawyer, cleaned some of the wounds they received from gunshots. Luckily they survived. But knowing her, she feared for her family's wellbeing and would scold them for getting too reckless. "Honestly, Saturn. You have enough damages for one day! And you, Jupiter, try not to get in the way for your father's patrol the next time."

"Sorry, Mom." Said Jupiter, crossing his arms.

"Sorry, honey. I'll make it up to you by making dinner tonight." He winces a little as Lydia puts rubbing alcohol on his bleeding shoulder. "Ah!" He hissed. "I am just glad Neptune wasn't here to witness this, it would've been traumatizing for him. Knowing how sensitive he was."

"I hope so too. Good thing our dear boy is at home minding his business." Lydia breathes in relief to know that her son is safe at home, or so she thought.

Later that afternoon, Neptune is in his bedroom doing his homework. Having headphones covering his ears with the music in his head. Then a knock on his window. It was a blonde-haired young man his age. Neptune then hears the knock and walks over to the window for a greeting. And opens the window. "Dude!" Neptune greets, and Sun jumps into the bedroom and gave him a handshake. "It's been a while."

"How've you been?" Asked Neptune. Sun then break away and gave him some stolen IDs with photos of him and Neptune. With different names that were related to crime empires. For Neptune, it's Kaman Aquors, and for Sun, it's Solar Reign. "What's with the fake IDs?" Asked Neptune. Sun smirked proudly as he thought of a great idea, or in Neptune's case, a bad idea. "Duh, I heard the Schnees are having a secret meeting for an auction. Where the stinking rich gathered around to buy stolen dust."

"Dude, no. I said it once, and I will say it again. No way. I cannot sneak out there and go to this auction. Dad will worry, and Mom, she'll be grounding me for a year if I ever go. I don't like how things were going as much as you do, but this is a bad idea." Neptune objects.

"Come on, Dude think of it as an undercover assignment. Think about it, once we have evidence to where Jacques Schnee is hiding, it will be the end of his empire. And plus, your dad will be so psyched, he will wanna make you part of his squad." Neptune then thought about it, his father has been stressing out for years fighting against the Schnees for their dangerous methods of running the business.

It worried him one bit as he saw his father feeling fatigued, coming home with wounds. Neptune then proceeds to think about the idea. Although it might get them into trouble, but it would give them the advantage for him to finally convince Saturn to rest up a bit. Neptune has no other choice but to accept the invitation. "Alright, if we're going to do this, we need a disguise. Knowing the Schnees, they would probably be after my family for being law enforcement."

"Alright! I knew you come around!" They high-fived. Later, Lydia came into her son's bedroom with dinner on the tray. "Sweetie, sorry your father and I are-Ah!" Lydia dropped her tray and it scattered into bits of vegetables and sushi. And saw that her son is gone and the window opened. "Oh my god! Saturn, he ran out again!" This is not the first time her sons have snuck out the bedroom window.

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Weiss, the heiress to the Schnee has arrived to her room to get ready to meet her mother. Since she came back from a business trip. "More tea, Miss Schnee?" Asked her butler, Klein who have been close to her since she was young. The only family member she had been interacting with is with her elder sister. "Your sister had returned from her business trip."

"Thank you Klein. You know, it's funny. Living in a private island with no one but your family. This is absolutely isolation for the matter. Father had some shady dealings. Mother appoints lawyers in cases of my father on trial. While my brother wasn't around, just with my father. "Well, it's natural to be alone sometimes, my dear. But at the same time, it wasn't okay. Hopefully your mother will get the time off and you can have a bond with her."

"Good idea. But in the meantime, I have to think about what to do for the rest of the day." Then Weiss hears footsteps. It was her elder sister, Winter. The main heir to the Schnee Mafia. Although neither of the sisters agree to this. They acted like they were used to this. Winter came back in a sweet after finishing tipping off the police. Without their father knowing it. "One more thing there and done." Winter sighs in relief.

Weiss is happy to see her sister appear in her room. "Winter!" Said Weiss. As she ran and embrace her sister once more. "How are you today my sister?" Winter said. Weiss broke away. "Not so bad." Weiss replied. "Welcome home, Miss Schnee. How are your shifts with your father?" Klein curtsied. But Winter said, "Klein, there's no need for you to address me. But it's good to see you too." Winter assured. Winter hates the life she is living right now and wants her father out of the picture to provide the freedom for her siblings.

"Did you know that Mother will be arriving soon?" Asked Weiss. But Winter was adamant and never wants to speak about their mother. But reluctantly, she had to keep her sister at Bay to not be down on suspicion. "Yes, I have heard. But for who knows how long." Winter responded. But their mother appeared before her. "I am right here you know." Sighed their mother.

"An evening with you, Mother." Sighed their mother, Willow. Willow walks over to Weiss, who she has been expecting to appear before her. With Winter ignored a bit. But to her relief. "To what will do I owe you, Mother?" Asked Weiss.

"I age forgotten that you are reaching adulthood at this time, darling." Said Willow. "Still, you look very lovely."

"Ah, yes. Weiss has been growing up with her studies and was ready to apply for a university at this age. But at the same time, she-"

"I know this is too much to ask, Weiss. But have you ever thought of marriage?" Weiss was a bit stunned for a moment. Never she thought her parents would ask of this. But was aware her mother had been arranged to marry her father at Weiss' age. "Not exactly, Mother. I haven't thought of that. Anything you want to add?"

"Oh, for goodness sake, Mother. Marriage? I thought we were over this. Weiss is young and you can't just arrange someone to marry her. That's objectifying her." Winter argued in her sister's defense. Knowing that it was a ludicrous solution.

"Your father has been running out of men for the run-ins at some point. Therefore we need to combine our empires. And your father has already picked out the best suitor for your sister." Willow argued back. And Winter can tell in the eyes of her mother that she is just too much into pleasing her husband. "The auctions start tomorrow and the selection, Henry Marigold will be there to seek her out. His father will be the solution to our problems." Said Willow.

"Um, Mother. I don't know about this. Maybe Winter is right. Never met him. And he probably won't like me anyway." Weiss took Winter's side, unsure if she should take the opportunity of pleasing, or the opportunity of arrangement. But then again, she has not seen either of her parents, or her younger brother. "I have not yet met this person. But since this might be the option to get out the manor, even for a moment. This might be her chance. "If it means it will help our family, then I will see to it. Give me time to get to know this person." Weiss said. And Willow clasped her hands in joy. "Splendid, starting tomorrow, we will get you ready." Willow gestures Klein to follow, leaving Weiss and Winter alone in the same room. Winter shook her head in disapproval.

"Weiss are you sure about this. Think about it. You can't have this. What about your dreams of university? You can't throw that away. What if this person was a tyrant?" Winter asked, unsure how is her sister going to deal with this. Normally Winter would defend her to keep her out of harm's way. Informing police in secret in hopes she would put her father in jail. But the thought of her sister in exploitation is the horror she wished she wouldn't have to hear. If two empires merged by union would mean bigger chaos with crime all over. And it would lead to square one. Another thing she has to report.

"I don't know, but no matter what, I'll have to keep and eye on things, just to be safe." Said Winter, this could be a chance to expose some darker secrets.

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Neptune and Sun have entered the auction without fail. Using the fake IDs with the names of the previous rich men Sun had stolen from before he arrived in New York. Wearing tuxes and mask to keep themselves covered. To not blow their cover.

The private island of Schnee was no problem to find. Since Neptune had been hacking in computers all his life, he has no issue to find the transmission networks of the island. Most of the time the wealth has been building private islands for isolated reasons, and they have the most secured equipment. "Must've taken a lot of money to build this place." Said Sun.

Neptune looks around while seeing people in dresses and tuxes, masks and jewelry. Chandeliers hanging from the ceilings. Portraits of Jacques in a series of timelines. What a show-off. Only a few portraits of him and his family. Tables with such beautiful silver cloths. "Tell me about it, sooner we take the photos, the sooner we get out of here. Here, every day the auctions were illegally run by the Schnee Mafia. Empires gathered to buy the most expensive loads of dust and weaponry." Neptune replied.

"I'll see if they got any contracts that are related to this. We need a list of surnames just to be sure." Said Sun. Neptune nods, "Good idea, I'll talk to some guests, see what they know. I'll also record anything on the way." Suggested Neptune. Sun then pats him on the shoulder for some luck for him. And left his side to go upstairs. Neptune came to look around for some whispering crowds. But someone who came across him when his eyes got caught, distracting him.

A young, white-haired woman his age wearing a dark blue dress, and silver necklace. A mask matching her dress with teal gems attached. The woman looked at him and gave him a smile. Neptune cannot make out for what he was feeling, as if a fever began to make his heart pound in his chest. But then the gaze was interrupted when a dark blue-haired young man, whose hair was combed to the side approached her before him. "Are you Weiss, how do you do?" Asked the man.

"Henry Marigold, I presumed?" Weiss asked. Henry then smiled and lend her his hand. "Indeed I am, I hope you can do me the offer in this dance."

"Of course." Sighed Weiss. Neptune is left disappointed at he was beaten to it. But decides to wait for the right moment to see what Weiss knows about the empire. While Weiss wants this to end, growing exhausted that Henry talks about himself and never asked Weiss of what she likes, or what hobbies. Finally, she has enough, and Weiss excused herself for some fresh air. Neptune takes this chance to approach her. "Evening Miss. How is tonight?" Asked Neptune.

Weiss rolled her eyes and thought she was about to get a round of boredom. Things did not go as planned. "Terrible, I thought tonight would go so well, but I felt like nothing, as if everything died down a bit." Weiss replied. Then Neptune offers her his hand. Weiss looks a bit surprised. "I hope you don't mind if I offer you this dance. If that's okay with you?" Neptune asked. He was a terrible dancer, if he can mimic the moves by watching the crowd of dancers, then he could pull this off. Weiss is a bit shocked, but felt flattered that a man asked if she would like to dance. His eyes captivated her in his gaze. The charming smile he drew on his face.

"Actually, I would love that." Weiss replies and takes his hand, and was pulled into the dancefloor. Trying his best to watch his steps while seeing how the others dance their hearts out. Weiss then gazed into his eyes. Meanwhile, a security guard whispered into Weiss' younger brother, Whitley's ear, and was shocked to see who was on the dancefloor with his older sister. "There's a dog scorching on the House of Schnee? No, absolutely not. By the length and honor of my kin, I shall take this by my own hand." Whitley was about to make a scene to expose Neptune, until he was stopped by his father. "Ah, son! It's a pleasure to see you're enjoying this party!"

"Father, don't you see who that was? That commoner is nothing more than that son of the cop who's been chasing you for years." Whispered Whitley. But Jacques refrains him from taking action. "Look as long as we don't create a scene. If we have blood drenched on our hands, we would be hunted down by his father. So just do me a favor and keep it down. I'll sent someone to take care of him by the morning." Said Jacques, then Whitley unwillingly complied and left without a word, defeated. But not before giving Neptune (who did not notice and whispers into Weiss' ear, as she giggles) a dirty look and then turned his head and went to his bedroom.

Then Weiss is escorted into the courtyard by Neptune to have a moment alone with him. "So, you don't see much of what went all in those kind of parties?" Asked Neptune as he sat near the fountain near Weiss. "Most of the time, I would stay in my mansion, the only times I went outside the island is when I have classes to attend. I always dreamed of going to university. But with my parents having different plans for me, I am not sure if that's happening any time soon."

"Really? I always wanted to study at a university too. When I was a kid, I always wanted to study in NYU." Neptune blushed as he looked at her once more. The more they chat, the more enchanting the night has become. Neptune seemed to forget for why he was here. Something about the girl he was staring at seemed familiar to him, but this is the first time they have met. "The last thing I wanted was a life of success and a bit of freedom, even if that freedom cannot last. I never saw my parents often, nor my brother when they're busy on the line of work. Surely I knew those kind of things were illegal. But how am I supposed to argue with that? Of course, I wasn't allow off this island to know more." Weiss sighs.

"I'm sorry, I guess it wasn't fair that you've been living here all your life. But hey, look on the bright side. How was this night now?" Asked Neptune. Weiss then blushed and giggled. "I guess it's okay, for now. Maybe tonight wasn't so bad when you came along. Something tells me you weren't from around here." Weiss questioned. Not sure if it's another one of those suitors her father had sent, but she didn't mind since he seemed to approach her sincerely.

"Oh, yeah. I was sent here. Just for inspection. It was getting boring to me, but meeting you, it got less boring." Neptune replied. Soon, neither of them realized they are getting closer and drew their faces nearer, and their lips touched to one another. Weiss caressed his cheek as they have kissed for a few minutes. It was like fireworks exploded in their hearts. But it was interrupted when Winter showed up in front of him. "Sister, what was the meaning of this?!" Confronted Winter.

Weiss and Neptune broke away. Weiss tried to find a way to make excuses. Although Winter does not mind letting her sister having a great time. But at the same time, she knew she have to pull her away to not let her face her father's wrath. "Come, Father is expecting you." Winter grabs her hand and pulls her away. Neptune follows and saw that Winter has escorted Weiss to her father, his father's arch-enemy, Jacques Schnee. Winter then whispers something to her ear. "I must warn you, his name is Neptune, and he is a Vasilias." Weiss is in shock and looks at Neptune with despair. Feeling she was tricked by a boy who enchanted her in this party. At least Winter did not tell her father about the kiss. Neptune was about to leave, but not before seeing Weiss smiling at him, a sign that they will meet again. Neptune still couldn't believe she was a Schnee, but he was happy to have met her. Sun then approaches him. "Hey man, where have you been?"

"Um..." Before Neptune can say anything, Sun smirked at the side of him he has been seeing. He could tell Neptune has been lovestruck. "Oh, I see what was going on here." He sang. "You've been infatuated." Neptune jolts at the state of blushing. Then waved his hand in defense. "No no no! That can't be true! I was just lost that's all."

"Really, I won't tell your dad. Just tell me about that girl you've been swooning with." Sun asked. Neptune wasn't sure how to describe to him. He would be a bit shocked to find out it was a Schnee he was dancing with. "How am I going to put with this. Okay, just keep calm when I say this. But the girl I was dancing with, she was a Schnee." Sun's eyes have bungled at a state of shock. Then shook his head and tries to set the record straight. "Dude, she is way out of your league, did you forget that her dad is a criminal, deadly mastermind?" Sun reminds him, but Neptune huffed in response. But manages to change the subject. "Dude, let's just get back to that later, right now we have to get out of here. Trying to get answers from her and she never knew much. But you can tell she has been living on this island too much. And her dad would've probably sent the guards by morning.

"Fine, you and I need a serious talk when we head back to New York." Sun sighs. One night, they were hiding somewhere in the jungle where the manor took place. Even if the trees are fake. Neptune then snuck into the gardens of the Schnee Manor to see Weiss standing on the balcony of her room. "The glimpse of her in front of the moon can't be more beautiful than the moon at sight. Her eyes matches the icy waters. And Weiss is the moon in the sight of my eyes."

"Oh Neptune, Neptune..." Weiss said as she thought of that name after the party after it grew quiet as the guests left. "She speaks." He said quietly. "Wherefore art thou my Neptune? Deny my father and refuse my name. For what is a name if thou wilt be? But be sworn my love and I won't be a Schnee."

"I defy my name too!" Neptune shouted as Weiss jolted in shock to see him below the balcony. "Goodness!" Weiss gasped in shock. She never expected him to meet her again. But worries what her father will do. "Neptune, what are you doing here? If Father finds out you're still here, he will kill you." Weiss whispered in a harsh tone. But Neptune uses a pillar to climb onto the balcony to speak with her.

"I know, but as a son of a cop. Unlike your father, my dad is more of an overprotective type. I knew you are form this family. But it doesn't matter, I just want to get to know you more. Therefore I also defy my name and would be preferred to be called by my first name." Neptune explains.

"For years both the Schnee and the Vasilias have been at war with one another and they were still at war now. It came to the point where I knew I cannot see you. But I want to know you as well. My father has been committing crimes I wished I should've stopped. There was nothing I can do. It was a never-ending bloodshed." Weiss adds, turning away for a bit. As Neptune listens.

"Last thing I wanted was this war to end. Although you are a Schnee, I don't see you as one, just a woman with culture and personality." He then lift her chin, gently as he follows. "So, maybe we can meet in New York, I know I can't stay here and get caught. I can take you anywhere you want. Just say the word and I'll do it."

"I would love that. But knowing my father, I will always get surrounded by security. Or in some cases, my sister, since she was older than me."

"Maybe I can come up with the sneakiest plan for us to escape security and we can hang out a bit more. Without both our parents' knowing." Neptune suggested.

Weiss has been thinking about it, she cannot stand being in the crowd of security. She knew her parents would forbid her from seeing him because he has Vasilias blood in his veins. But there was a side of him no one has ever seen. "Perhaps I will think about it. see if we can meet. I will give word to my sister. After all, maybe she can help with that." Said Weiss. Knowing her sister will be staying for a few weeks. Neptune then smiled as a response as they leaned in closer and kissed again. "Weiss! Where are you?!" Winter called. Once again, they break away from each other and Weiss knew she has to get back inside. "Coming, Winter!" Weiss called back. Then push Neptune away to get him to hide. "Quick, hide! Before security comes!" Weiss urges him until he fell off the balcony and landed on the bushes in the garden. "I'm okay!" Said Neptune.

The next day, Neptune returned home, only to find his parents waiting for him in the living room of his house. "Where have you've been, Neptune?! Do you have any idea how worried sick your mother has been?!" Scolded Saturn, he was not one to be harsh on his children, but never took his youngest for being a rebellious type. "Oh, hey dad. Sorry I am late, I was just out for a walk..." He said, nervously. But Saturn was a bit suspicious. "The thing is, I got bored and I couldn't help but feel a bit dizzy in my own home and thought I could get some fresh air. I didn't realized it was late and my phone has died." Neptune lied.

Saturn then approaches his son. And then places his hand on hos father's shoulder and sighs. "I am sorry, son. It wasn't fair for you to be kept in the house all day. We are worried for you, that's all." Saturn apologized.

"Are you sure you're not lying, bro?" Asked Jupiter, suspicious about his brother's whereabouts before he came back. He saw red in his face. It was a sign he was lying at some point. The last time Jupiter snuck out, his little brother was too honest enough to snitch on his brother.

"Just don't do it again. Next time just tell us, okay sweetie?" Asked Lydia. They were just going to let this slide and let this go, being the caring parents they are. Lydia then walks over to her husband and son and embraced them. Jupiter decides to let this go this time. But thought that the next time Neptune snuck out, he would have to follow him to see what he was doing.

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On the weekdays, Weiss and Neptune would have to escape security with the excuses of school activities after school. Only to sneak out of the school building and go on dates. First, Neptune has been taking her out to the movies on her request. Seeing a romantic movie about Titanic. How an upper-class woman has been forced into an arranged marriage, only to fall in love with a lower-class man who saw her as a person.

"Even with those differences, they found each other." Weiss teared up as she saw the ending as the love of the main protagonist's life has died from hyperthermia. Neptune wrapped his arms around her to comfort her. Weiss felt better after the ending. Unbeknownst to them, a curious ginger-haired girl takes a picture without a flash of light. They heard a click, but saw nothing as the young photographer hid from them.

Another day past and they were at a mall. But wrong move, Jacques' security team arrived to search for Weiss, but they hid in another shopping center, where they bribed the manager to help them escape. After they exit the building using an emergency exit, Neptune and Weiss laughed a bit. Thinking how awkward this say went.

The next day, they were at a park while avoiding some eyes that might see them. Suddenly, some classmates they never recognized in their school approached them and asked them to take a photo for the school yearbook. "Can we take a photo of you guys?" Asked a raven-haired boy. They gladly accepted and Weiss and Neptune posed together. Not thinking twice before, cause they were having too much of a great time. Then Neptune spotted his brother looking for him. He then yanks Weiss with him and ran off before Jupiter could see them.

The next date, Neptune has to sneak out of his house. But not before his older brother notice and decides to follow him. Neptune has taken Weiss to a cafe, where she can try some latte, something her father would not allow her too. "I don't know, I wasn't allow to have some caffeine." Weiss said with hesitance. But Neptune insisted to make her feel good about being outside of the island and some relief from isolation. "Come on, one taste cannot hurt."

Weiss took one sip of the straw and felt the flavors on her tongue. And felt the cool but tasty features of the latte. "Oh, that was blistering, but sweet. What else can you show me? I cannot believe we hadn't been caught yet." Weiss giggled.

"I cannot believe it either." That is, until a voice interrupted them. "A-ha! I knew you were lying this whole time, Neptune." They then turned to see Jupiter standing before them. He is not happy to see him with Weiss, knowing she was a Schnee and he hates the family that committed the crimes against his. And seeing him with the daughter of the Schnee family made him furious. "Neptune, who is this? He looks like my sister's age." Asked Weiss as Neptune stood in front of Weiss to prevent Jupiter form doing anything to her. As he approaches his brother. "What were you thinking, she is a Schnee for crying out loud! Her family are criminals and they hunted down our family for years!" Jupiter shouted as they crowd from different tables are watching. "Jupiter, I can explain!" Neptune defended. But Jupiter grabs his wrist, tightly. "Home, now." Jupiter hissed.

"Gee, do you have to be this scary?" Neptune flinched. Then Jupiter turned to Weiss in pure anger. "And you, tell your sister to meet me in Times Square. And stay away from my brother, or else..." Weiss looked at him in shock as his face grew a bit frightening. Neptune then looked at her with sadness. "I'm sorry, Weiss." Neptune apologized, before being dragged away from her and then back home. At least Jupiter is not going to tell their parents about the relationship. But decided to keep Neptune watched 24/7. To not let the daughter of the criminals see him again, fearing she will use him for their father's information.

After two weeks, Neptune received a text from Weiss. Telling him they need to talk and to meet him at Central Park. Neptune manages to block the cameras hidden beneath the walls meant to keep an eye on him. Jupiter has no idea what hit him. Then jumps out of the window again. Ran in to Weiss at the Central Park.

"Hey, Snow Angel. What's up?" Before Neptune can ask a bit more. Weiss started to tear up. "I'm sorry, I cannot see you anymore, Neptune." Weiss wipes her tears from her eyes. "It was a mistake, I never should've met you." Neptune is appalled to hear that she won't be seeing him anymore as he thought he did something wrong to make things worse. "What do you mean, did I do something wrong. Please, Weiss. I want to know what I did wrong." Neptune pleaded, wanting to comfort her and console her. As he gets closer to her, she pushes him away.

"The truth is, I am getting married." Neptune thought his ears were playing tricks when Weiss mentions she was getting married. "My father planned this from the start, he knew you were at the party that night. And the fact that you were the son of a cop, he was furious. He told me he knew about our dates. And if I don't go with the plan of marrying the son of another mafia, he would kill your father and you." Weiss explains. Neptune is shocked. He never knew her father would gone too far.

"Weiss." Neptune then wrapped her arms around her. But Weiss wants to protest this. But her feelings of warmth from him are too strong and she allows herself to, as if it were the last time before she meets her fate. "I'm sorry, I am sure that we cannot see each other again. But it was for the best if you're alive and your family as well. I think this is goodbye, Neptune." Weiss then turns away and walks away to depart from him.

But Neptune did not just stand there and watch, instead he stopped her and she turned back to look at him. "Neptune, I told you. We're different. I am the criminal's daughter, and your the son of the police captain. We're just not meant to be. I enjoyed these times together."

Neptune did not take these words to heart as he then decides to defy the opposites. He then brings out a small box wrapped in a ribbon. "Weiss, I don't care about any of that. Like I said, I defy my name and renounce the name of Vasilias. Just like you said, you also defied the name of Schnee. Therefore for me, you're just Weiss. And I won't define you by name. And I won't be preferred by the name Vasilias. I am Neptune, and only Neptune."

"Neptune. Somehow you managed to convince me. And for some reason, I have no regrets meeting you. The stars, the ocean, and the night sky, it will always remind me of the night we met. I also dreamed not only for university, but to also see you there. Where we can be free of our differences."

Weiss then looks up in the night sky and Neptune turned to the gift box. It was the perfect place for the right moment. Even if it is too early. His family will not like this, and her family will not like this either. But now would be a matter of time to ask her something. In hopes to free her from the Mafia life under her father's rule. "Weiss, I know we have met for a couple of days and months, but I was hoping I will ask you this."

Weiss then turned to Neptune who had knelt down and he opened the box to reveal a golden ring. Not expensive, but it was enough for Weiss to know the love he has for her. The real love she has wanted for a long time. "Neptune, you know we can't."

"I know, but I want to be the one to make you happy. If you let me, I'll try my best to give what I can give you. I will free you from this, and when we run, and cut ties with our families completely, this way, you can settle. Weiss Schnee, will you marry me, and join me in the flow of time?" Neptune's eye sparkled. Weiss can never be happier than before, as she wrapped her arms around him as he slips the ring in her finger. The least they have to do is survive their family feuds.

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The next afternoon, Winter and Jupiter are in a middle of a gun showdown as they came into a Mexican stand-off. "This time we will settle this once and for all, Schnee." Jupiter then cocks his rifle as he was the master marksman. But Winter has ready her gun after filling her bullets with her pistol. "You should appreciate when I became an informant for your father. I just want this war to end as much as you do."

"But not with you. These past few years were a streak of humiliation. Your father will not get away any longer without his secret weapon, mainly you. How does my father tolerate you this easily?" Jupiter snared. Glaring at her with such hatred. "Stop!" Then Neptune came in between them. "What are you doing, little bro?! Get out of the way!"

Neptune then turned to Jupiter. "No, bro! Let me handle this!" Then he turned to Winter. "I'm sorry my brother has been causing trouble for you! But for min and Weiss' sake, stand down!" Pleaded Neptune. Jupiter refuses to go down without a fight. And starts firing the gun, then Winter got behind the rails and shots back while Neptune and Jupiter also hid. "Sorry, Neptune, but this war has to come to an end."

Winter did not waste time to fire back. Jupiter then emerges and shots back. Neptune then fights back by tugging onto Jupiter's gun. "Let go of the gun, Neptune!" Jupiter yelled. "I'm doing this for the good of the family!"

"Good by foot!" Neptune retorted. Winter then lowers her weapon as she was about to say something. "Don't you realized this war has gone too far?! You and Winter have the power to stop this! If not for Dad, do it for me!" Pleaded Neptune as they kept fighting over the gun. Finally, Jupiter knocks out Neptune. Both are once again in position.

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