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the old house (boxer!steve harrington x librarian fem!reader)

summary: steve's world is shaken when his father unexpectedly dies.

uses she/her pronouns and female anatomy.

✶ the king of the ring (1995) ✶ record store

✶ the library

tags: death; mention of childhood abuse/trauma; daddy issues; manhandling; grumpy (for good reason) steve; ansgst; hurt/comfort; not edited so ignore any mistakes.

“i would rather not go back to the old house. there’s too many bad memories.”

— back to the old house, the smiths

california, september 1995

LOCAL ATTORNEY FOUND DECEASED IN OFFICE

Sept. 12, 1995

HAWKINS, INIDANA — Local attorney Richard “Rich” Harrington was found dead in his office Thursday evening.

Police dispatched to the office on Main St when his assistant called with concern for his well-being after the phone went unanswered for over 12 hours. When the door to the office was unlocked on arrival, his assistant, Ms. Betty Nesbourne, knew something was wrong.

Emergency services found Mr. Harrington at his desk. Police have confirmed the cause of death was a heart attack.

A well-respected attorney, Richard Harrington had a practice on Main St for 20 years before his death, and won countless cases for those in need in Hawkins. Friends and family recall him as a “kind and loving man.”

Mr. Harrington is survived by his wife, Catherine Harrington and son Steve.

Steve dropped the newspaper on the kitchen table with a sharp slap. His hand came to his eyes to soothe the ache that gathered there, knee bouncing against his chair. His fist rattled where it sat on the placemat next to a vitamin you set out for him. You handed him The Hawkin’s Post—still folded and in its sleeve from delivery—with a kiss on his cheek and a beautiful grin.

He never expected to find this when he opened it.

“Honey, have you seen my Nike hat? I don’t want the sun in my face today,” you called from the top of the stairs, readying yourself for the day.

Steve lifted his head, inhaling sharply. He cleared his throat and pushed his fist against his knee to stop it from jostling.

“Uh…closet probably, baby.”

Your feet scampered away to search, and Steve sighed. His eyes glazed over the letters that made up his father’s name on the inked paper before him. He knew nobody was eternal, that death was inevitable.

For some reason, he never prepared himself for this. For his useless father’s death.

And right now, he wasn’t sure how he felt about it.

He wanted to be angry. Hell, he should have been angry. He had every right after they had the balls to call someone like Richard Harrington “kind and loving.” Anyone that ever came into contact with him knew he was nothing of the sort.

Angry, too, that Steve never had the chance to tell his father how he truly felt about him. That he never had the opportunity to dole out his own form of punishment; the punishment Steve had to endure growing up. Because he was bigger, stronger, grown. He could’ve put his father on his ass in five minutes flat.

But every time he drove past his childhood house, all Steve wanted to do was get sick.

“Honey?”

Steve’s head snapped over toward you peeking around the doorway, donning his favorite jeans that sat a little low on the hips and a tight half shirt You found your Nike hat, and it now sat atop your head. Even how gorgeous you looked couldn’t quell Steve’s sudden confusions.

“Yeah.” Steve cleared his throat again, folding the newspaper again.

“You ready to go? We’re gonna be late if you still wanna stop for smoothies.”

“Comin’,” Steve mumbled, standing from the table.

He took the newspaper with him, staggering toward the bedroom with apparent soreness from a healing bruise. You glanced at the vitamin next to his coffee and rolled your eyes.

Upstairs, Steve shoved the newspaper into one of his shirt drawers and slammed it closed.

✶ ✶

"Everything okay?"

You smoothed your hand over the back of Steve's hair in the Cadillac, top down to let in the beating sun. The wind ruffled his long locks, tickling at his eyes covered with a pair of Ray Bans. He had one hand on the wheel and the other dangling over the door—normally, one parked itself in your lap to roam and massage. It wasn't like him to opt out of touching, even on event days.

"Yeah," Steve replied shortly, pumping the gas to send the car jolting through a barely-green light.

You let your hand rest on his back, skin hot through a thin t-shirt. "Okay...you sure?"

"Yep."

You took your hand away, diamond ring catching a glint of sun on its journey to your lap. You fingered the stone absentmindedly, your next "okay" small and quiet.

The low hum of tires over the road and the occasional click of the turn signal filled what was otherwise an empty car. Sirens, car horns, the whoosh of a gentle, morning breeze.

A convertible of women driving alongside in the opposite lane recognized Steve, and passed him a carful of ecstatic waves. He didn't even acknowledge them. You offered them a smile, but it wouldn't soothe the sting. You knew that disappointment all too well.

Steve zoomed the car up to the curb of your local smoothie bar, slamming the door hard when he got out. He yanked your door open and stepped aside, winding an arm around your shoulders as you stepped onto the street—but it all felt mechanical. You peered up at his expression, and it was entirely vacant. He was pressed up right against you, but he felt lightyears away.

Something was wrong—why didn't he just say so?

He ordered your smoothies and leaned back against an empty table near the wall. You tucked your hands into your back pockets, eyes on the tops of your white tennis shoes. The urge to ask once more what was wrong gnawed at you with need, but you were fearful of his eyes cutting down too hard again. You hadn't been afraid of Steve and his moods in quite a while.

Not since he put this ring on your finger last year.

Attention directed downwards, you were oblivious to the bustling crowds strolling in after morning workouts and vigorous runs—until an elbow swung a little too close to your face, a body knocked backwards by an unsuspecting and friendly shove.

A young boy, no more than eighteen, spun around with pink cheeks and a sheepish grin. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry."

You all but looked away, soaked in shame from what you knew was coming next. Steve pushed off the table behind you, a heavy paw shoved against the younger boy's chest. He teetered off balance, eyes wide on his attacker and the glare marking him victim.

Keeping a sharp eye on the boy, Steve grabbed at you by the bicep and tugged you into him. More mechanical pushes and pulls, more hardwired roughness he worked hard to outgrow. But whatever grieved him, whatever he sat and stewed on, sent him spiraling back into a troubled boy.

Worse than the roughness was the absence of words that accompanied it. The lack of commands or reassurances. Just silent glares and hard-set jaws that said all they needed to say.

Strawberry-banana smoothie freezing cold in your hand, you trailed after Steve with a lump in your throat.

At the arena, he plowed past Big bidding him good morning and stomped straight for the dressing room. The coach's eyes slid over to you, throwing up his hands.

"What crawled up his ass?"

You gave a tiny shrug. "Been like this all morning."

Big huffed, returning to his task of wiping down the ring for morning training. Steve had until two o'clock, then would return home to rest until the fight at eight. You hoped at some point he'd calm down.

"Better get it out of his system before tonight," Big grumbled, shaking his head.

Your silence was agreement, and you hurried to the dressing room to tell Steve just that. When you pushed the door open, you found him seated on the leather bench with his back to the door, staring at his poster on the wall.

Clamping the door closed, you tossed your smoothie into the trash bin and huffed. “What the hell is your problem today?”

He shed his shirt sometime before you came, and the bare muscles of his broad back constricted and flexed as he wound a roll of black tape slowly around his fist. His eyes were steadily fixed on the wall, boring into his own face printed in red. More mechanical movements. More empty thoughts.

“Steve.”

He stopped rolling, a ribbon of unfurled tape dangling over his thigh. In the attached bathroom, an echoed water drip plopped. People were arriving outside, filing in and out of the hall. Conversation hummed through the door.

“Dad died.”

When you drop on a roller coaster, all the adrenaline in your body festers in one spot. It all squirms and sizzles behind your navel, bringing the rest of your body to a cold chill. That very feeling overwhelmed your body now.

“W-what?”

Steve tore his eyes away from the wall and placed them on his hand. “Thursday. Heart attack...found 'im in his office."

Your feet moved on their own accord, taking you to Steve where you knew you needed to be. Your arms collapsed around him, face buried in his neck with a hiccuped sigh. His hands remained limply in his lap, eyes casting a ghostly glance upon the tops of his shoes.

"Oh, Steve," you whispered, mouth squished against his shoulder.

Steve had one photograph of his family in the house. Hidden in a photo album behind a page of high school memories: his father in a grey suit, his mother in a turquoise dress with shoulder pads, fourteen year old Steve wearing a sweater to hide the bruises on his arms. It was his father's birthday, and the only time, Steve said, he pretended to love Steve.

But still, scrawled in a fourteen year old boy's chicken scratch across the back:

Mom, Dad + Me

For a moment, you stood there breathing into him. Feeling the size of his own inhales and exhales expand your arms and close them in. Lips pressed to his warm flesh through crisp cotton, thinned a little with sweat. Feeling him pause every few moments, as though to check that he were still, in fact, breathing.

"Saw it..." Steve paused again, and then deflated with a humorless scoff. "...in the newspaper this morning."

You lifted your mouth from his shoulder, chin pressing down in its place. Your adjusted your arms to tighten around him, cheek leaning into his. He was so warm, so suddenly small.

It suddenly occurred to both of you in this moment that his mother had no way to contact him. Even if she wanted to call, she hadn't had his phone number since he turned eighteen.

He scribbled it on a torn piece of paper the day he moved out and tucked it in her drawer. For months, he waited for her call. It never came.

"Isn't that fuckin' ridiculous?" Steve shook his head, a sigh shot through his nose.

You rubbed you hand over his chest, eyes sinking shut. "Jesus, Steve."

Are you okay? was the obvious next line of questioning, but it seemed silly in this moment. Of course he wasn’t. Steve might not have loved his father, might not have known the person he’d become (or stayed) the past ten years, but that didn’t make this any less painful. In fact, it likely made it more painful. To have your father die without truly knowing the man.

"Should I talk to Mikey? See if they can push—"

"What? No," Steve huffed, head craning closer to yours. "M' gonna fight."

You recoiled enough to meet his eye, brows furrowed at the determination in his gaze. "Are you sure?”

Steve clasped a big, warm hand over your own. A gentle pat, a barely-pressed squeeze. His eyes turned away, and he stood to his feet.

“Gonna head out. Stay close, ‘kay?”

He staggered toward the door, and you whirled around. “Wait, Steve—“

The door clamped shut, and the buzz of florescent light was all that filled the quiet.

✶ ✶

He fought, just like he said he would. You sat erectly in your front row position, every breath inhaled held too long in your chest. Your nails pierced divots into your palm from tightly clenched fists. Your legs hadn’t stopped bouncing against the seat.

Every bloody blow had you wincing, each narrowly-dodged swing pulling a gasp. By the fourth round, Steve was staggering to his corner and spitting an alarming amount of blood into his bucket. His left brow split open again. It took the gentlest of taps to rip the skin that never healed correctly. He’d probably need stitches, like he always did.

Under Big’s words screaming at him and a cloth firmly pressed into his wound, Steve’s eyes were empty. Glazed over, mouth lolled open, shoulders slumped forward. It wasn’t his usual huffing, brutish, bull-like performance. It was instinctual, but free of thought.

Right now, you knew Steve wasn’t there. He was in his head, far away in a mess of thoughts. The blinding lights, the frenzied crowd, your own worried face watching him—none of it even registered to him.

The bell dinged, and back in he went. His punches held half the weight, half the power and drive. His dodges and sweeping side steps were stuttered and skipped. It was a dangerous game to play, and sickening to watch. You had every urge to run in front of his opponent and block the next swing, knowing Steve would let it hit him where it hurt.

But you sat where you were, nibbling on the skin around your nails, stamping your heel vigorously on the arena floor. It felt like waiting a lifetime just for that victory bell to ring.

It came out narrowly in Steve's favor. Sculpted arm a limp, weak thing in the referee's hold, drooling blood down his chest. His eyes found a spot on the floor and never left it.

Not until he trudged his way to the dressing room, and he found you seated on the bench. His eyes lifted from the ground and peered into you: blown-wide and still bleary, but alarmed in a harrowing way. A breath shuddered through his cheeks, escaping him with bloodied spittle that rolled down his chin.

They hadn't stitched him up yet. Boils of blood beaded along his cheek and temple, splattered across his chest. His gloves were looped together and strung around his neck. They were the first thing you removed when you stepped forward.

"Hey," you greeted softly. Steve followed your movements silently, blinks slow and staggered. "You did good, baby."

He swallowed, and it came with winced difficulty. A little wheezed, a little struggled where his nose bent from crushing force. He'd need it set again. It sat in a bulging, crimson aggravation in the center of his face. Everything about him was puffed up, bleeding, and pulsing with pain.

But he was the smallest he'd ever been.

"You gotta get stitched up, baby," you whispered, manicured thumb wiping through a smudge of blood on his cheek.

His hands smoothed over your hips, tongue darting out to lick over the split in his lip. "In a minute," he mumbled.

His steps forward sent you backward, guided blindly toward the bench again. You sat instantly, hands braced on his arms still buzzing with heat and adrenaline. You had only a moment to glaze over the state of him before his head fell forward against your chest.

"Oh," you gasped, warmed immediately by the damp heat of his head and the weight of him pressing into you. "Oh, hey, baby, it's okay."

Arms looped around his shoulders, you let your cheek fall atop his head, pushing past the salty, musky scent wafting from the heat of him. Comforting him was the only thing that mattered right now.

Steve's fists pressed into the bench, bookended on either side of your body. His cheek squished against the cotton of your dress, staining the fabric with the blood weeping from his severed flesh.

On the other side of the door, shoes squeaked over polished floors in a bustle to get somewhere. There was an order of things after a fight, necessities and niceties that needed to be carried out. Right now, as you smoothed your fingers through his dripping hair and massaged the knots in his back, you knew Steve wouldn't be doing any of them.

"He'll never know me," Steve mumbled into your skin.

You sighed, eyes sinking closed. The ache that festered in your chest, you knew, was no match for his.

"He didn't deserve to."

On the other side of the door, cameras waited to click Steve's photograph. Fans waited for autographs, his coach waited for a celebration, his manager waited to plead for another endorsement. It was a money-hungry, vain soulless scheme.

In this room, pressed against your familiar frame, Steve knew the only real thing in this world was right here under him.

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thedensworld · 6 months

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Welcome to Densworld🌼

Masterlist

His wife suddenly went missing. There are two possibilities, his best friend has hid her from him or she literally left him.

1. Found You | Choi Seungcheol

2. Lover Series | Kim Mingyu

Mingyu's love life has became more interesting since you came

3. On Scene | Yoon Jeonghan

Yoon Jeonghan, once a dedicated police officer, finds himself embroiled in a web of corruption and is subsequently transferred to a unit that is shunned by his colleagues. Just when he thought his life couldn't get any more complicated, a murder case emerges, and it appears to be connected to his ex-girlfriend.

4. Healing Hues | Jeon Wonwoo

Exhausted by the monotony of his life as a celebrity, Wonwoo makes a pivotal decision to return to his childhood hometown and embark on a heartwarming project: building a small library named 'Healing Hues.' Little does he know, this journey will lead to a series of unexpected and transformative events.

5. To The Rescue | Jeon Wonwoo

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6. Doesn't Mind At All | Hong Jisoo

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7. Sweet Macaroons | Choi Seungcheol

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8. Mind Date | Hong Jisoo

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9. Even When We're Drown, We're Still Breathing | Kim Mingyu

Mingyu was missing the spotlight he used to have, so he decided to accept the offer to shoot a reality show about marriage life and parenting. However, his wife was in a different situation.

10. Don't Touch Mine | Yoon Jeonghan

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11. Post-Magazine | Kim Mingyu

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12. Where to Sign? | Choi Seungcheol

Seungcheol is about to sign the pre when you said this thing to him

13. Guilty Flower | Choi Seungcheol

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14. Naming is Fun | Kim Mingyu

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15. Now You're Safe With Me | Choi Seungcheol

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16. Forever His | Choi Seungcheol

You found out that Seungcheol was marrying you for your property and wealth while you're pregnant with his child. What would you do? Let him go or play a fool?

17. Piece of Origami | Kim Mingyu

you have no idea that you're this untalented in making a paper fold—origami until your kid ask you to make one

18. What A Fate | Yoon Jeonghan

Who would have thought your next meeting after having a one-night stand would be this unexpected?

19. Perfect Pairing | Choi Seungcheol

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20. What a Sweep | Choi Seungcheol

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21. Ten Years | Jeon Wonwoo

In hospital Wonwoo is a doctor, and back to house he is your husband. However, your sudden conditions make him choose.

22. Everything | Choi Seungcheol

You come to him in the middle of the night, plan to end him immediately. However everything change.

23. What A Revenge | Yoon Jeonghan (Part 2 of What A Fate)

After an unexpected rendezvous after a one night stand, Jeonghan asked Mingyu to set him up with you. However you had a different situation and it's getting complicated.

24. Falling Flower | Kim Mingyu

Mingyu never thought that he would find Y/n, his friend's secretary, attractive. What's started from eyes, physical, has fallen to his heart. As he tries to get to know you, he realizes he knew nothing about you.

25. Rewind Button | Jeon Wonwoo

If Wonwoo had a time machine, he would definitely go to crash your wedding.

26. Flower Bloomed | Kim Mingyu (Part 2 of Falling Flower)

It's been a year since Mingyu and you were married. Once united by a good feeling, has started to scatter, both you and Mingyu couldn't find reason to stay together.

27. Your Best Man | Jeon Wonwoo

Wonwoo has tried his best to become the best man you've ever met. At the end, he is the best man.

28. Stupid Cupid | Kim Mingyu

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To be continued ;)

e n j o y, joy! -dk

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heesdreamer · 1 year

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omg the mention of camping in your new heejake fic has me thinking of scenarios in a TENT why am i blushing gn

LOST TIME

PAIRING ➩ heeseung x reader (ex beomgyu x reader mentioned)

SUMMARY ➩ you and your bestfriends, growing up together since you were babies, had a tradition of going camping together every summer. this year you get paired up to share a tent with the boy you’ve been in love with since elementary.

WC ➩ 7.7k

AUTHORS NOTE ➩ honestly this was meant to just be a straight up PWP work due to the request but i got way too into the friendship dynamics and backstory lol.. idk if any other writers relate but sometimes smut just doesn’t feel like it fits in stories but i hope you still like this and maybe ill write something more nsfw later on with this prompt (not proofread and written at like 6am like always lol)

It wasn’t like camping was something you absolutely hated. In fact, for the first 20 years of your life it had been the single thing you looked forward to most throughout the busy year.

At some point it had developed into a promised tradition, an accidental hobby that you and your friend’s coincidentally carried on all throughout your shared childhood and high school.

Your parents had all grown up together too and lived on the same street once they were old enough to start their own families, keeping their tight knit connections and extending it to their partners and children later on in life. You grew up with a community because of this, your neighbors being people you’d spent your entire life around as they were basically family now.

It wasn’t a surprise to any of your parents and their friends families when they all also had kids around the same time, the biggest gap between babies being just over 4 years.

This was how your best friends came to be, as smooth and naturally as gaining a sibling or meeting a soulmate. You grew up surrounded with the same kids, going to the same school and spending holidays together at one of the houses on the shared culdesac.

The camping tradition was started before you even could register what was happening, photos of your parents lined up in bathing suits, holding different sized babies down near the lake shore with bright smiles and sunburns were your only proof that you’d been there as long as you have. As you got older and could enjoy the activities more, it became your favorite thing to do.

Your parents all got older right alongside you and they eventually stopped coming with, knowing you and the other kids would have fun out there while also being safe and smart.

So you continued on like that, all pitching up tents for the weekend and spending your time relaxing on tubes in the river or talking around the campfire, letting off the stress the year had brought you as you finished up high school and entered different colleges.

So it was slightly out of character that you were groaning as you packed your suitcase, complaining to Sunoo on the other side of the phone as he carried out the same action a few houses down.

“It’s just terrible timing.” Your voice was louder than normal as you disappeared into your closet in search of something warm for the colder temperatures at night. “Beomgyu and I are barely even broken up and I’m so behind on class work I could die.”

“Well you know it’s the same time every year Y/N, it’s not like it was sprung on you. Plus Beomgyu broke up with you last fall. I’d say you’re officially over by now.” Sunoo’s voice was barely audible from back in your bedroom but you still sighed and leaned your head onto your dressed with a thud.

He was always brutally honest with you considering he’d known you since you were infants, being the two closest in age out of the rest of you. When you first started school most of the teachers had assumed you were twins, wearing matching clothes and stuck at the hip everywhere you went.

You’d ditched The Shining like fashion now that you were adults but you still were the closest to him out of everybody, having applied to the same college together.

“Plus we haven’t seen the others since the holidays. This is the longest we’ve been apart, aren’t you excited?” His voice was picking up a hopeful tone as he tried to cheer you up and change your mood around.

You sighed softly again and walked back to your bedroom, grabbing your phone from the bed and holding it to your ear so you could hear him better. Leaning forward to look out your window across the small chunk of yard that separated you from your neighbor, you could see him sitting in his chair with a big smile on his face.

“You’ll be sick of them in an hour.” You remarked and knocked on the window, his head picking up to look over at you.

“I’m always sick of them.” He was rolling his eyes and you watched his mouth move in silence as the phone audio lagged behind a few seconds. “That’s the best part.”

You smiled at that and nodded although he wasn’t looking at you anymore, turning back to his bag. You did miss your other friends, almost an impossible amount.

You spent a lot of nights in your dorm room thinking about them and how horrible it was to be apart, replaying the goodbyes you all gave each other at the airport over and over in your mind as you tried to remain hopeful for the next time you could reunite. Nothing could prepare you for how difficult it was to separate for them, your parents all watching you with sad smiles in the background as you cried and hugged each other.

Coming home for Christmas felt like you’d gained a piece of your heart back, spending the entire break inseparable and having more fun than you possibly could with the more casual friends you’d met in school.

Your parents hadn’t nagged you for not being home a lot or felt sad that you all rather be together than with them for Christmas Eve and morning, understanding more than anybody else what it felt like to have such friendships.

“Aren’t you excited to see Heeseung?” Sunoo’s voice cut into your happy daydreams and the smile fell from your face at his teasing tone, stiffening slightly as he glanced at you from his room again, an eyebrow raised in amusement at your reaction.

“I’m excited to see everybody.” You said stiffly and he let out a small laugh at your sudden serious tone, knowing you had caught on to what he was implying. “Sunoo, don’t make it weird.”

“I’m not.” He gasped like it was an offensive thing to suggest, standing and approaching the window so you could see him better as he continued to tease you. “I just think it might be interesting considering this is the first time you’ve seen your childhood lover since being single again.”

“Do not call him that.” You were groaning and flopping back on your bed to which he let out another amused laugh.

You loved all of your friends equally, each one of them bringing a different set of pros to your life and helping to shape your personality as you grew up and molded into the person you were now. They were your family, brothers you never had and they felt the same way about you, resulting in no one ever dating within the group or causing awkward moments that could potentially upset the harmonious balance.

Lee Heeseung was the exception.

Despite Sunoo’s ridiculous phrasing he had never been your lover, not even remotely coming close to it. In fact things were almost more platonic with him than anybody else, never hugging you for too long or jokingly flirting to try and get on your nerves.

You weren’t exactly sure what it was about Heeseung that you liked so much. You’d seen him grow up the same as the other boys and while their changes annoyed you, scrunching your nose at classic boyish humor or lack of hygiene as they all shot up in height and their voices started cracking, Heeseung was the most beautiful person you’d ever met in your entire life.

He’d been born first out of all the babies but he never took advantage of being the eldest, always kind and generous as he drove everybody around and asked for group opinions instead of just doing whatever he wanted out of seniority.

He was funny in a way you didn’t know boys could be funny, not even meaning to make you laugh sometimes and just coincidentally being a beacon of light and humor that left all of you bending over trying to catch your breath at the dinner table. You liked this about him but you liked the small proud smile he’d have after everytime even more.

It certainly didn’t help that he was handsome in an unreal way. He had seemingly barely dipped a toe in the awkward phase you all went through before he was shooting up in height and his features were sharpening, solidifying into somebody who could’ve been intimidating if he wasn’t always smiling and goofing around.

But Heeseung was never your lover and he never would be considering your crush for him, that you had mistakenly spilled to Sunoo at some point during your senior year of high school, was completely dead and gone as far as you were concerned.

You’d even gotten a boyfriend to prove this to yourself, meeting a sophomore on your first day of college and immediately being taken by his style and humor. He reminded you of your friends back home as much as somebody could manage and he helped you adjust to being away from everyone outside of Sunoo. You’d even brought him back home with you last thanksgiving, letting him meet your friends before he abruptly dumped you on your drive back to the airport.

When you’d gotten out of the car with swollen eyes and red cheeks, your friends who had been waiting in the lobby to say the round of goodbyes had immediately crowded around you in worry.

Heeseung was standing back a bit and you tried not to make eye contact with him, humiliated as you murmured to them that Beomgyu had just broken up with you only a few minutes ago.

Jay was furious and attempting to go and confront the boy who was checking your bags in with security but Jungwon was quickly reminding him that you had to spend the next 4 hours sat right beside him on the cramped plane and they didn’t need to make the silence anymore uncomfortable than it already was going to be.

“I can drive you back.” Heeseung’s soft voice was coming from behind the bickering pair and you glanced up at him with wide teary eyes, not liking the pitiful gaze he was peering down at you with.

You felt sick at his suggestion as your heart skipped a few beats, the harsh reminder of how kind and generous he was immediately followed by the realization that no matter how hard your tried or how long of a relationship you had, he’d still make your stomach light up with butterflies. You turned down his offer and said your goodbyes with more tears than usual, promising to see them soon.

Heeseung hadn’t come to Christmas for the first time in your lives and as much fun as you had seeing each other again, the balance was always off whenever one of you weren’t present. He’d claimed he was busy with work and that he’d tried to get time off but he simply couldn’t, a message in the group chat about how he couldn’t wait to go camping being the last time you’d heard from him.

By the time Sunoo spoke again you could see him throwing his backpack over his shoulder and wheeling his suitcase out the door. “This could be the year you know. You should make a move.”

“Don’t be stupid.” You shook your head although he couldn’t see you anymore. “There is no move to be made, we’re bestfriends.”

“That’s because you- Hi Mrs L/N.” You could hear your front door open both through the phone speaker and your own ears. “Are too pussy to do anything about it.”

He whispered the last part so your mom wouldn’t hear and you laughed at the way he stopped mid insult to greet her with an affectionate tone. You hung up the phone and laid flat on your back as you waited for him to climb the stairs to your room.

He was pushing the door open only seconds later and he paused in the doorway when he saw you pathetically sprawled out in your own self pity, sighing softly before climbing on the bed besides your head and petting your hair gently as he kissed his teeth.

“Poor thing. In love with the village idiot.” He was shaking his head and you shoved his hand off of you as he let out a laugh, shielding himself from your attacks. You were sitting up to push him again when three long honks were ringing from outside, catching both of your attention.

You were off the bed and grabbing your bags before you could say another word, a childlike excitement washing over you as you giddily ran down the stairs and gave your mom a rushed kiss goodbye as she complained about the fact Jay had honked and didn’t come in to say hello.

By the time you got outside the other boys were already out of the car, meeting you halfway in laughed filled hugs and you and Sunoo ran to embrace them.

“Oh my god, when did you get so tall?” You were pulling away from Riki in exclamation as you held his arms and shook his frame slightly, scanning him all the way up to his face that was now having to look down at you. “What are they feeding you over there?”

“Straight protein.” Jake was answering before the youngest could, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and he also admired Riki’s growth spurt, although slightly envious considering he hadn’t grown much since high school.

“Protein won’t make you grow idiot.” Sunghoon was leaning against the van with a judging expression as he looked at his friend and roommate, him and Jake going to the same school about an hour away.

You’d stayed in pairs or groups for the most part since moving out. Sunoo and you, Jake and Sunghoon and then Jay, Jungwon and Riki had all moved in together at the best school in the state neighboring yours.

Heeseung was the only one who hadn’t applied alongside any of you despite the belief you all were going to try and stay together as much as possible while still supporting your individual dreams and wants. He had applied to all the same schools as you all did, getting accepted into every single one. Yet when it came down to choosing, he moved the furthest away on his own.

When he had sat you all down in Jungwon’s basement to announce this you remember feeling betrayed. Hurt at him leaving and even more upset that he hadn’t picked the school you were attending considering that was the option he seemed to be leaning towards according to what he told you

You can recall the others cheering in celebration at the fact he’d gotten into an extremely good college despite the sadness that settled in on everyone’s faces when they realized what that meant. You caught his eye at some point during that exchange and he flinched away, not wanting to look at you the same way you did to him at the airport.

Not similarly to the way he was looking at you now, rounding the front of the van as he got out of the passenger seat and made his way to where you were all gathered.

You tensed up for a moment when you first saw him and Riki noticed, following your gaze over his shoulder as he turned around and smiled once he saw what you were looking at, walking over to Heeseung and dragging him towards you with a pat on the back.

“Hey.” He was breathing out as he looked down at you and you took a second to take in his appearance.

It hadn’t been that long since you’d seen him but somehow he looked different, or maybe he just felt different considering how much broader his shoulders were and how much more sure of himself he seemed. You weren’t exactly sure what it was about him that was striking you as new but you were momentarily stunned as you took him in.

Sunoo was nudging you with him elbow suddenly and you realized you’d been completely zoned out checking Heeseung out as you ignored his greeting. “Hi Hee.”

He smiled down at you softly but didn’t say anything else, just standing there for a second before Jay was smacking the hood of the old van and announcing you had to hit the road or else you’d miss the site check in time. You gave him a quick glance before moving to carry your bags into the trunk, stopping when big hands were overlapping yours on the handle.

“Let me do it.” You looked up from under your eyelashes to see Heeseung bending over slightly as he gathered your stuff for you.

You were too stunned to say anything and he smiled again, fuller this time as he turned with your stuff and started to load it up. Sunoo was chuckling from beside you and you whipped your head to the side to shoot him a glare, a silent warning for him to be quiet and not draw attention to the blush on your face or the fact your stomach was lighting up with the same familiar feeling it always did whenever you were around the oldest boy.

The ride was uneventful for the most part, three hours passing as the boys in front of you caught up and told childish jokes, at one point having a competition to see who could catch the most goldfish in their mouth before they were gagging.

Heeseung hadn’t joined in with them from his seat in front of you but you could see his cheeks rising with a smile every time Sunoo squeaked out a laugh or Riki started to tease Jay who was driving. You and Sunghoon were in the back, playing games on his phone as you passed it back and forth and tried to ignore the eyes you could feel looking back at you every once in a while.

You were all just starting to reach your boredom limit and the car was filling with groans of pain as you stretched your legs out onto others and complained about your back pain, when you finally were pulling up to the familiar area.

As you shuffled out of the van, you took a deep breath and squeezed your eyes shut. It was rare to find this type of visual anywhere you were used to, the large trees surrounding the clear lake with small mountains out in the distance.

The air felt clear and light in your lungs and the temperature was perfect, just hot enough that you could go swimming still but also bundle into a sweater to avoid getting an overwhelming amount of bug bites.

You helped unload the trunk with the others, setting up the grills and coolers in a small area a few feet away from the main camp site. It was empty now, a small lot of perfectly mowed grass but you’d seen the process enough times to know with only a little bit of work, it could turn into a comfortable home for you to spend the weekend. Jake helped you moved some of the heavier stuff, giggling when he almost tripped over a branch walking backwards.

“Here comes the worst part.” He was leaning over to whisper to you as you walked back to camp.

Jay was sitting on the picnic table the campsite offered to people who stayed multiple nights, the hat he had been wearing in his hands as Sunoo ripped up little pieces of paper next to him.

Jake was right in the sense that this was the most meticulous part of the weekend but you never completely minded it. Your names would all be written on a piece of paper and put into the hat, then you’d draw two at a time and be given your tent roommate for the trip. Sunghoon and Jake often got paired and he’s complain the entire time, citing him as a blanket hog.

For 90% of the years you’d done this tradition you’d gotten Sunoo, eventually you imagined it had something to do with the fact he was the one who always got to call out the names being pulled.

Nobody ever called him out for it despite the way they’d roll their eyes as he put on a show of surprise, gasping and covering his mouth in shock and you laughed and cheered him on. So you weren’t thinking too much about the mischievous look on his face, figuring he was just planning out how his performance was going to go this time around.

“Okay first up to bat.” Jay was calling out in a serious tone, shuffling the slips around now that they were all accounted for.

“Jake.” Sunoo was announcing as he pulled the first one out, unfolding it and showcasing it slowly to your eager eyes. Jake nudged your side with an excited look on his face, crossing his fingers and squeezing his eyes shut in anticipation. “And…. Sunghoon!”

“Oh no fucking way.” The boy next to you was groaning loudly as he dropped to his knees dramatically, holding his head and trying to block out the sounds of Sunghoon laughing and cheering as he mocked him.

You laughed with him, looking at Sunoo who winked at you and bunched the papers up in his hands. You bent down to wrap your arms under Jake’s arms, tugging him back up to a standing position as he dramatically leaned against you.

Sunghoon was excitedly skipping over to the two of you, face lit up with pleasure at the sound of his friends complaints. He helped you hold up Jake who had gone completely limp as he feigned death. “Hurry up, he’s heavy.”

“Alright next up is…” Sunoo paused dramatically like he was waiting for a drum roll, sighing and muttering how you guys weren’t any fun when nobody humored him. “Jungwon and Sunoo.”

Jungwon let out a cheer and a swift clap, although not moving from where he was lounging in a camping chair beside the picnic table. Sunoo gave you another look, the same mischievous grin on his face that he had before, although now it made your blood run cold as you quickly realized what he was attempting to do.

“Riki and Jay.” You were proven right as the third pair was announced and you stiffened up completely in shock and betrayal, not even paying attention to the two boys and they agreed they were going to get the best and biggest tent since Riki was the tallest.

“Looks like it’s me and you.” To make your situation worse, Heeseung’s low voice was suddenly hitting your ear and you turned to glance at him.

He looked slightly awkward, not nearly as awkward as you were feeling, and you felt a wave a guilt at the fact he had most likely saw your upset reaction. You hoped he just figured it was because you liked to be close with Sunoo, although right now you were considering drowning him in the lake, and didn’t think it had anything to do with him.

“Looks like it.” You gave him a tensed smile knowing it absolutely everything to do with him.

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The day was so fun you were almost able to forget your unfortunate sleeping situation. Everybody had gone down to the lake the second the tents were properly set up and secured into the ground, greeting familiar campers who lived on site full time during the summers and splashing each other aggressively until somebody was screaming and blowing water out of their nose.

It exhausted you fast and you were back at the camp only a few hours later so you could conserve your energy, watching Jay and thanking him as he grilled enough meat for all of you to eat multiple servings.

Now the sun had set and your first night was coming to an end in the most peaceful way possible, listening to your best friends have low voiced talks around a crackling campfire. You weren’t saying much but you liked to hear them tell stories about their months apart from you and drink in their voices that you had missed so dearly.

“Shit just changes in college.” Riki was mumbling and you watched him with tired eyes, nodding your head as he spoke about how he’s felt slightly out of place now that he was away from home.

“That’s because everybody is either having sex or trying to.” Jake was remarking from beside you and you turned to glare at him.

He was playing with the dangling netted cup holder of your foldable chair and you slapped his hand away at his statement, causing him to chuckle and nudge you with his foot as he shrugged. “Hey, it’s true.”

“Not for everybody.” Sunghoon was shaking his head and giving him the same grossed out look you were. He was sat across from you and he glanced at you from behind the fire with a nod of agreement. “Some of us have better stuff to do than go to parties every weekend and dick off.”

Jake was scoffing in disbelief and you watched Sunghoon shoot him a pointed look like he was telling him to keep quiet, your mouth dropping into a surprised laugh at the fact he had tried to lie and pretend to agree with you.

“Don’t let her fool you, she complains about her virginity every other day.” Sunoo was casually saying as he took a sip of his drink, his head tilting back to finish it and missing the reaction from the group.

It had fallen completely silent and you stiffened up awkwardly in your chair, a wave of embarrassment washing over you at your friends blunt phrasing. He had always been known to tell the truth about anything and everything but he seemed to realize this was too far, even for him, putting his cup down slowly and offering you an apologetic grimace.

“What?” Jake was sitting up in his chair and turning to fully face you, leaning forward and tugging on your sleeve with an urgent look on his face. “You’ve never had sex?”

“Dude you were with Beomgyu for like 3 years.” Jungwon was muttering from a few spots over and you glared in his direction at the mention of your ex boyfriend.

“Eight months.” The voice from the other seat beside you was speaking for the first time in a while and you turned your gaze slowly to see Heeseung stiff in his chair, staring into the fire as he played with his empty cup absentmindedly. You wondered if he even realized he had said something, let alone suddenly announced the exact amount of time you’d been in a relationship.

“Regardless dude, weren’t you guys like super serious?” Riki was adding on and you looked over to him, happy no one else had realized how weird what Heeseung had said was.

Despite how open you all were with each other, it was rare the conversation about sex lives ever extended over to you. As much as you didn’t really mind the idea of talking to them about your experiences, or lack there of, you also weren’t totally oppose to them never asking and you never telling.

You would’ve laughed at the fact they all looked personally offended you hadn’t gotten laid, maybe even joined in on the banter, if it wasn’t for the boy next to you and how embarrassing it was for him to be hearing it all. As much as you wished you thought of Heeseung the same as the other boys, you didn’t and this proved it.

“It’s not a big deal guys… he never tried or anything. I didn’t think much about it.” You were flushed bright red, thankfully hidden underneath the dark night, and shaking your head as you tried to feign casualness.

“Not a big deal?” Jake was laughing in disbelief and leaning forward more so you’d fully understand the sincerity in his words. “He was with YOU for almost a year and never made a move? He’s crazy.”

You were turning to glare at him at his wording and he leaned back a few inches, keeping a hand on your chair.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” You groaned as you realized this wasn’t something they were going to just let go and move on from, being presented with the most interesting conversation point of the night.

“You’re hot.” He said it like it was something obvious and clear and you faltered in shock, mouth parting and you leaned forward to smack him on the shoulder. He winced and flinched away from you with an upset whine. “I’m just saying dude! We all think it.”

You turned away from him to scan the rest of the circle with wide eyes and furrowed eyebrows, watching the other boys awkwardly avoid your gaze or just outwardly nod their heads in agreement with Jake. (Sunghoon and Jay.)

You weren’t stupid and you knew the boys were attractive, each of them fit and handsome constantly drawing attention all throughout high school, subjecting you to glares from girls in the hallways and boys trying to befriend you in an attempt to get closer to them.

Still, you’d never considered the fact that they thought about you in a similar way. You never thought too deeply into your own appearance at all, both positively and negatively but you figured the idea would never cross their minds considering they strictly treated you as a close friend or even a sibling at times, minus Jake and his meaningless flirting.

For some reason your gaze fell to Heeseung, who was still completely stiff beside you. He hadn’t been looking at you before but now he was and you faltered slightly at the hard expression on his face, eyes low with something you couldn’t make out in the dark.

“Shut up Jake, don’t be so stupid.” You were turning away from him quickly as you muttered the words and they dropped it quickly the second they realized you were actually uncomfortable and not just messing around.

The conversation moved on for now but you imagined they’d bring it back up at some point during the weekend. You felt a bit better now that the attention was mostly off of you, Jake’s hand resting on your arm as he played with your sleeve softly. You figured he must be feeling guilty for making such a big deal out of it so you ignored him, happily accepting the invitation to go to bed when Jungwon was standing with a yawn.

The awkwardness of that conversation had made you complete forgot about your sleeping situation but you were reminded quickly as the other boys stood to also head to bed, Heeseung standing slowly and hovering near you.

He followed behind you closely as you ducked into the tent but neither of you spoke as you zipped it up, sitting down on the sleeping back to shuffle through your bag as you searched for your pajamas.

You felt bad it was so awkward between the two of you. You’d always felt more cautious around him considering your past crush but you never let it show, not wanting him to think you liked him less than the others or worse, realize the truth was the direct opposite. Still there was something clearly different in their air now and it was suffocating you a bit as you waited for him to joke around or say something stupid to break the tension.

“Are you into Jake?” When he finally spoke it threw you off completely, not expecting him to say something like in such a hardened tone.

You froze in your movements inside your bag, looking up at him in confusion. “What?”

He was halfway sat leaning against a few pillows, watching you from the other side of the tent with that same unreadable expression he had by the fire. He didn’t clarify what he said, knowing you had heard him and you watched him for a few seconds in silent bewilderment.

“Why would you ask me that?” You mumbled, shaking your head and looking down at your disorganized clothes pile again. It slightly agitated you that he hadn’t spoken to you for most of the day and yet that was the first question from his mouth.

“Just wondering.” He shrugged like it wasn’t a completely taboo topic to be questioning you about but his face was anything but casual. “Are you into any of them? Would you hook up with one of us?”

“How can you ask me that? Would you ask one of the boys that or is it because I’m the only girl?” You glared at him as you spoke.

“I’d ask them if I cared.” He stated and you scoffed, not fully understanding what he was attempting to imply in his statement.

He wasn’t acting like himself and you felt a bit worried that maybe you had done something to upset him or weirded him out with your awkward demeanor. You didn’t bother to reply again, grabbing your toothbrush with the pajamas you’d chosen and leaving the tent swiftly through the zippered door.

You were speed walking down towards the public bathrooms and showers on the other side of the camp site, flustered from his random interrogation and replaying the day to decide if you’d done anything that could make him think that.

Jake was touchy with everybody, especially you at times since you objected the least but he always had been and it definitely wasn’t a new and shocking thing for him to be touching your arm or hugging onto your side. You contemplated it potentially being due to his comment about you being hot but considering the context in which he said it, you didn’t think that was the reason.

A hand around your arm was snapping you from your thoughts and you let out a small yelp, spinning around to see Heeseung who was panting slightly.

His eyes were wide a bit like he was worried and you saw a flash of guilt pass through then when he saw your flushed face. He squeezed your arm for a second before letting it go and you gave him a questioning stare at the fact he had seemingly rushed out of the tent to follow you into the darkness.

“Let me walk you there.” He blurred out and gestured to the fact he was also holding his pajamas and night hygiene products. “It’s dark, you shouldn’t be out here alone.”

You scoffed slightly at his concern, both of you knowing you weren’t in any danger at the campsite and it was barely a ten minute walk through a lit trail, but nonetheless you nodded at him and continued walking with him now at your side. He didn’t say anything else and neither did you, parting ways silently once you got to the building and he went to the male side.

You took a second to breathe once inside, leaning your elbows on the counter and looking at yourself in the mirror underneath the yellow flickering lights. You brushed your teeth quickly and changed into a comfortable sweater and shorts, wandering back outside to see Heeseung already there and leaning against the wall.

He watched as you walked past him silently, lingering for a second before jogging to catch up with you.

“I’m sorry.” He was muttering and you looked at him for a second before focusing back in front of you so you didn’t trip over the bumpy terrain. “I shouldn’t have asked you that.”

You shrugged softly and you felt his arm bump into yours as you walked side by side, approaching the tent in silence. You didn’t want to talk about it anymore, certainly not wanting to hear the reason he thought you’d be hooking up with Jake of all people.

When you finally were back inside and putting your toothbrush away you tried to ignore the fact he was climbing onto the large sleeping bag waiting for you to join inside it before he could zip it up completely. Your heart was pounding thinking about sleeping next to him and you suddenly felt overly hot despite the cold chill of the night.

You’d slept next to Heeseung before, all accustomed to sharing beds or living room floors during sleepovers, sometimes even all smushing together inside Jungwon’s van when you had a particularly long late night adventure. Yet it felt extremely intimate to be alone together and zipped up inside a sleeping bag.

Still you had no other option and the cold was starting to get to you considering your pajama shorts, so you scooted over onto the staticky fabric and held your breath as he leaned over you to seal it.

He laid back onto his back and you fell into more silence, not quite touching but you could feel his shoulder only a few inches from yours, rising and falling as he took deep breaths. He was shifting a bit to try and get comfortable and directly bumped into you, freezing at the contact but not making any move to scoot further away.

“I really am sorry for asking you that.” He was suddenly speaking but his voice was so quiet you barely heard him at first, a tired rasp lacing his words.

“It’s fine Hee. Not a big deal.” You whispered back, the air feeling strangely delicate. His hand was touching your wrist randomly but you assumed it was an accident, sparing him a glance at his touch and finding him staring at the roof of the tent.

“Pissed me off when he said that.” His voice was still low but it was hardening again like it had earlier and you winced slightly, confused at his mood changes. Heeseung was never the type to get angry and definitely not somebody who would voice it so openly like this. “Is that weird to say?”

“I’m not sure I get what you mean.” You were bending your legs so your feet were flat against the tent floor and your knees were pointed upwards, feeling strangely vulnerable at the conversation topic.

His hand that was barely grazing your wrist was moving now and you stiffened when he completely grasped it, sliding slowly down your arm until he could feel your palm under his finger tips. You sucked in a breath at his strange actions, never really directly touching him before despite how close you all were to each other.

“I don’t think I know what I mean either.” He was letting out a small self deprecating laugh but he squeezed your hand now that they were intertwined. “I just know whenever he touches you it makes me feel crazy.”

Your heart felt heavy at his sudden confession and you were slightly dizzy as you were trying to process what he was saying and what it meant if he was implying what you thought he might be. It seemed like he was trying to tell you that he was jealous of Jake, jealous of him for touching you earlier and for the way he playfully flirted.

“Jake’s harmless.” You whispered back and you’re not sure why that’s what you chose to address instead of asking him why on earth that would upset him.

“I know.” He said it like he was frustrated, like you were missing the point he was trying to make. “It’s not about that, I don’t know forget it.”

He was unraveling his hand from yours but you instinctively caught him in the middle of his arm, panicked at the thought of him pulling away now that you’ve finally made some progress towards… something you still weren’t fully understanding. But you’d never even toed the line with Heeseung before and you weren’t going to take it for granted.

He was finally glancing at you now that you were practically hugging his arm and his face wasn’t hard anymore, instead having a nervous unsure look that you hadn’t really seen on him before.

“Help me understand.” You loosened your grip on his arm but kept it held against you, breathing heavier as you looked at each other.

He watched you for a while but didn’t say anything just yet, you tried not to flinch when he rolled over on his side so he could face you better and it seemed to work considering his free hand was coming up to push some of your hair behind your ear, resting on your cheek for a second before going back to his side like he hadn’t meant to do it.

“Why did you never have sex with Beomgyu?” He was whispering again and his words sounded particularly vulgar although he sounded like he was genuinely curious.

You didn’t answer for a while because you honestly didn’t have one that wouldn’t make you sound like you were desperate and insane. You could halfway lie and tell him it just didn’t feel right but you had a feeling he would be able to see right through you like he always could.

“It didn’t work right?” He started speaking again before you could and you were turning on your side too so you could look at him in confusion, still holding his arm that was resting in the middle of you. When he saw your confused look he explained further. “Using him to get over me, it didn’t work.”

You froze and your mouth fell open, almost worried you were going to cry considering how embarrassed you felt that he had apparently known your biggest secret this entire time. A sick feeling washed over you and he seemed to notice because he shifted closer to you slightly with a worried expression.

You thought back to how Heeseung had acted on the trip you’d brought your ex boyfriend to. He was more distant than usual but you figured he was just busy and stressed since he had been working so hard, this being confirmed when he couldn’t get time off to attend Christmas.

Now a large part of you was wondering if it was something else, if he had lied so he didn’t have to face you after your breakup. If Jake, somebody he knew and trusted, flirting with you had bothered him tonight then there was no way he hadn’t been even slightly upset considering you and Beomgyu were openly affectionate the entire break.

You tried to not blame yourself for the fact he had missed out on movie night that week, citing he wasn’t feeling well and barely sparing a glance to the two of you curled up together under a blanket on the couch. Remembering how he stared at you over dinner when you were introducing the boy with a bright smile on your face, avoiding his heavy gaze all night because it made your heart feel guilty.

It also made you feel incredibly stupid. Not only did he seem to know you were in love with him but he also determined your entire reasoning for rushing into a relationship.

“You knew?” Your hurt was shown clearly in your tone and his eyes saddened a little.

“Of course I knew, I thought we both did.” He shook his head a little like he was finding himself stupid. “Imagine my surprise when you come home with a boyfriend.”

“You left.” You spat out to him, squeezing his arm at the reminder he had willingly moved farther away from you than anybody else. Despite the fact you’d spent multiple nights together talking about the colleges you’d choose and he assured you he wouldn’t go far if he didn’t pick the one you were set on.

“I had to.” He sounded pained and stressed out like it had been weighing on him and your heart clenched considering you knew exactly how he felt.

As frustrated as you were at the situation you imagined it would’ve been hard for him too, having feelings for you the same way you did but never being sure. You definitely did your best to hide it to keep your friendship steady since it was your priority and you tried to think about how hurt you would be if he suddenly brought a girlfriend to your holidays, stomach turning at the thought.

“I am over you.” You said it forcefully as you tried to salvage any bit of friendship that was left but neither of you believed the words you were saying, his eyebrow raising as he watched you with a curious expression.

“Yeah?” He was mumbling and you squeezed his arm instinctively at his deepened tone and the way his voice quirked up in a question. You nodded your head and hummed softly in agreement, standing behind your claim.

He was shifting closer again and your nose bumped against his, causing you to suck in a sharp breath.

You tried not to think about the fact this was the closest you’d ever been to him, tried not to think about how he basically just confessed to you and taken almost two decades worth of weight off your shoulders. You especially tried not to think about the fact his eyes were flicking down to your lips every few seconds.

You didn’t think about anything at all when he was finally kissing you, closing your eyes immediately and leaning into each other like this was something you did often. Despite how constant you’d thought about what it would be like to kiss him one day, you were still surprised by how natural it felt.

It didn’t make you nervous to lean into him, not even when he let out a small huffy groan when he rolled onto his back so you could be laying halfway on top of him.

Something about kissing Heeseung came naturally to you and he seemed to be thinking similarly considering the way he let out a small relieved sigh when you pulled away to breathe, big hands coming up to tangle in your hair and hold your face still above his as he studied your swollen lips and dazed expression.

He gave you a soft smile and your lips quirked up at the sight of it, feeling content and happy despite your stomach lighting up with those familiar butterflies, leaning back down to kiss him again before you wasted any more time.

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calls home | k. bakugou

★ tags ;; gn!reader, pure fluff, established relationships, reader is a support items enginerr.

★ wc ;; 1.3k.

★ synopsis ;; katsuki hates nosy interviews, but maybe coming clean about his love life will get these people off his back.

★ a/n ;; not a very novel concept but i wanted to give it a go lmao

"We're rolling!"

Katsuki as the director behind the camera gives him a thumbs up. The camera light flashes red. He really loathes the entire filming process. All forms of public promotion, actually. But he promised his manager he would turn up and do his best for this interview.

He sighs, looking into the camera with a bored expression.

"Uh. Hi. I'm Bakugou Katsuki. Pro-Hero: Dynamight. I'm here with Heroe's Weekly to do a QnA."

He can hear in his voice how much he doesn't want to be there but doesn't bother to change his face. Off-camera, the crew are snickering. He knows a handful of them, friends of friends. He shoots a glare their way. The director gives him a pleasant look.

"Aw, don't be like that. Your fans have been asking for this forever."

Katsuki snorts, arms pulled over his chest.

"You think I don't know that? Fuckin' everyday on my twitter. You shitheads are so nosy."

"Calling your fans shitheads...your brand is one of a kind."

"Yeah, yeah. I don't get why they all care but whatever. Made a promise so I'm here."

The director laughs.

"Right. So, are you ready for the questions?"

"As I'll ever be."

The interview questions start off as he expects. He really does hate doing them, quick and formulaic responses for most of the basic ones. He's gotten them so many times in his life they don't even really feel like real questions. It's all information that's found easily through some google searching.

Age? 20 something. Star-sign? Who the fuck knows, but he thinks aries. Favorite food? Whatever's spiciest. Why'd you become a hero? Because he wanted to be the best. Who's your favorite hero? Still Allmight.

After the initial round of questions comes the deeper ones. He has to admit they're more well-thought-out than he's used to. With time, he finds ease in talking about the prompts.

What sets you apart from other heroes? Field experience, he thinks. Knowing the position of the victim and the victor young, all thanks to his fucked up teen years. What was your childhood like? Better than most, but god he was such a dick. Is there any advice that you think young heroes should hear, even if they typically don't? Valuing your life is valuing the lives of others, no matter what anyone says.

After the serious questions die down, the director gives him a smug expression. All softened up by the obvious thought that went behind it, her grin is amused.

"...Your viewers wanted to ask some more.. personal question

Katsuki raises an eyebrow.

"Gave me all the good questions upfront to curb my mood, huh? Cheeky fuckers."

"Permission to ask?"

He barks a laugh.

"You can ask whatever the hell you want but I don't know if I'll answer."

"Well, everyone is most curious about your love life."

Katsuki scoffs.

"Not this bullshit again."

"Oh, c'mon! You got voted sexiest hero of the year, of course the people want to know." The director insists, probing him "You can't give even a hint?"

He sighs.

"Give me a second."

Pulling out his phone from his pants, he unlocks it and opens up his text messages. He can practically hear everyone holding their breath but chooses to ignore it.

(sent 2:46pm) they're asking about you. fucking annoying

from baby 💌 (sent 2:46) you already know i don't mind. it might get them to leave u alone.

(sent 2:47) yeah i guess. love you. rest up and ill see you later

from baby 💌 (sent 2:47) love u too kat. see u at home. pick up some food on the way pls i dont wanna make lunch.

He grins at his phone a little, completely lost to the fact he's still with a bunch of annoying people. All of a sudden he wants to go home, clicking his phone.

"Who's got you smiling at your phone like that?"

"My fiancée."

Immediately the studio erupts into chatter. He gives them an unimpressed look, clicking his teeth. Is it really such a huge deal?

"You'd think I just dropped a fucking bomb in here."

"Fiancée?! Is this the first time you're talking about it?"

He nods once.

"Yeah."

"Can you spare us some details?"

"Like what?"

"How you met, what they're like, how you fell in love! The more the better."

He clicks his teeth. This is tiresome, but he relents. Crossing his arms over his chest, his eyes flick up to the ceiling.

"I don't know how to fucking answer any of that. We met on the job, though."

"But we're dying to know!"

"Isn't it fuckin' enough that I said something? What else do you need to know?"

"Are they pretty?" Someone on the crew shouts. Katsuki smirks.

"Better looking than every person in here, yeah."

A bunch of oohs and aahs chorus from around him. He wants this to be over and done with more than anything, but it feels like he can't back out now.

"Well if you can't answer them, maybe it's worth having them answer."

"Are you fucking serious? You want me to call them right now? No fucking way."

"A journalist is never above begging Dynamight. Plus now the whole set wants to know of this mystery person.

"God you people are so persistent." He spits, agitated. He looks directly in the camera "Let me make it very clear. Put this in your final cut. After this, I'm never talking about this shit again. If you ask, I'm kicking your ass."

Katsuki reaches into his pocket for his phone again, fingers hesitating to open it. He does with a deep sigh, tapping your contact in his call list. It rings twice before you answer. He puts you on speaker.

"Hi baby," Your voice is melodic and sweet. Katsuki can't help his smile "Is your interview over?"

The director mouths the word baby in shock and Katsuki gives her a glare.

"No, we're in the middle of it right now. They were asking me annoying questions and I didn't feel like answering them so they told me to call you."

"Oh? So they wanted me to answer, instead?"

"Yeah. Just about how we met and shit. That okay?"

"If it's okay with you I don't mind. What are the questions?"

Katsuki feels a flush crawl up his face.

"Uh. How we fell in love or whatever."

"Oh, how romantic." Your voice is pleasant. Katuski holds the speaker closer to his mic. "Well. Hi everyone. I'm Y/N and I'm Katsuki's fiancée. We met on the job, I'm a support items engineer and I worked on the major mechanisms for his suit."

Katsuki smiles a little at his phone, pleased. The crew greets you and you giggle on the other side of the line.

"We met in a business context first and became friends later. I used to think he was a scary guy but he's really not at all," You pause between sentences. Katsuki feels his stomach flip, smile widening "Mm... falling in love? It wasn't very grand. I think some time in-between I thought that he was a person I'd like to be with. Kinda boring right?"

"It's not boring." He insists. You giggle.

"I'm glad you don't think so. Anyway, it's not a very romantic story. I think if anyone got to know him like I did, they'd also fall in love."

A bunch of aww's sound. Katsuki flushes.

"You're an idiot." He spits. You laugh.

"He's prickly but he's a good person. I hope people are willing to look past him a little and see that."

Katsuki feels his heart give in, emotions rampant.

"You're too sappy for your own good." He says, no malice in his voice.

"Uh-huh. I love you too. Was that good enough?"

"You did good. I'll see you at home."

"See you at home, Kat. Bye everyone!"

Everyone sounds off on a bye and Katsuki hesitates as he clicks the phone off. He rubs the back of his neck, feeling awkward.

"That good enough for you?"

The director shoots him a grin.

"Perfect."

#bakugou x reader #bnha x reader #writing tag #i am thinking of him a lot lately

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Little Witch The last kingdom x reader

Chapter 1

Next chapter -> H E R E

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Note -> I got inspiration for this story from this post Here by @mystic-shadows42 . It was really good and I’d definitely recommend reading it.

Type: oneshot/series

Summary: After escaping a Dane who wants to be your master. You go to find Uhtred, your true master. Only he doesn’t seem accepting of you.

Warnings: 18+ mentions of suicide, abuse, rape. Mature themes.

For both selfish and selfless reasons you were cautiously walking in the woods, in search of Uhtred.

For years you’d had visions of Uhtred and his friends. From your time with Astrid, a dame who also had visions, you’d learned more about yourself. She had taken you to a small covenant that housed around 20 witches. Both from Dane and Saxon backgrounds.

You were a mix of the two. Your father and mother had been Danes, but they chose to live a Saxon way. They were humble farmers. Throughout your childhood you were surrounded with fields and crops, trees and flowers, horses and donkeys. It was a life you loved.

When you were young you had no control over your visions. They would leave you in violent shudders, unable to calm yourself. Your mother and fathers past meant they had some idea of what might be happening. You were a seer. And a good seer at that.

You could see the travellers who would be passing by. Whether they brought harm or good to your family. You could see if the crops you planted would be bountiful in the later months.

While your gift was extremely helpful for your family, they new it brought you pain. Your mother decided to send a raven to a woman she once knew in her village. A Dane called Astrid.

Astrid came in the following weeks. Staying for a while to observe you. She saw your potential almost immediately. It was then she insisted on taking you with her to a special covenant. Housing seers and witches and Dane’s alike.

During your time you learnt a lot. You learnt that Seers have more control when they have a master. Without a master there is no limit to what futures they may see. One of the seers did not have a master, you witnessed her violent shudders and heard her midnight screams. Over the course of your stay you saw her body hanging from the rafters. You prayed to no god that she would find peace in death.

You realised that your parents must have been your previous masters. All your visions revolved around them and their harvest. The distance between you moved you to different visions, naturally. You were linked by blood, not by date. You saw a man, a Dane, who fought other Danes. They called him a Dane killer, a monster, a godless tyrant.

But you knew better. You saw his battles. You saw his companions he travelled with. You saw his wife and her death. You saw his time as a slave.

It was like you were there with him. He was your master.

When your bond to Uhtred was confirmed by the elders, you set off to find him. You thanked Astrid for all she’d done for you and she promised fate would bring you together at some point.

On your travels you made a stop at home. Wanting to say goodbye to your family as you travelled to find your new master. That turned out to be a mistake.

In place of your parents you found a large, bear like Viking. This man was one of the tallest you’d met, he towered over you and his breath reeked of ale. The man’s face wasn’t scared or burned or covered in warts. Yet there was an underlying ugliness his eyes couldn’t hide.

Steffen the slayer, was a Viking who had taken up residence in your village during your leave. Your parents were forced to their knees in the corner, with Steffens men holding swords to their throats.

Steffen gave you an ultimatum. Agree to be his seer or he’d kill your parents. You didn’t even try to explain that seers didn’t work that way. Instead you hastily agreed, begging him to let go of your parents.

He dragged you from your home, with little care. The dumped you on the floor, a distance from your house.

You watched in horror as his men barred the door shut and set light to the thatch roof. Your parents inside crying out.

Your heart broke and your eyes became wet. Anger filled your entire being. Before anyone could comprehend you’d focused all your hate on the man with the torch. As you felt yourself getting lighter you could see him collapse. Just before you passed out you’d heard a man shout that he was dead.

Steffen realised what a prize you were so kept you locked away at his keep. Steffen had tried many things to get you to break your bond to Uhtred. It was not something you could do on your own. Not easily. Steffen beat you in various ways, trying to get you to break. No matter how he hard you tried, Uhtred was still your master. You couldn’t see anything to do with Steffen.

After a while your body was mostly bruise and cut. What surprised you is that he didn’t seem worried. He still visited you everyday. Bringing meagre amounts of food for your ever thinning body. You didn’t realise he had another plan brewing.

Your mobility was severely lowered due to the being chained to the wall. You tried for hours on end to loosen the chains in the wall. To break them, to rust them, to melt them off. Yet they stayed attached, restraining you to the wall and to Steffen.

It was the night after Steffen had come to your cell. He’d told you that he’d found a way you’d be his seer. He would first need to make you his wife. Fucking you would break the bond between a seer and a master. You shuddered at the thought. Unsure of the truth in that.

It was then that he took out his cock and forced you to suck it. You tried to pull away, but being chained hand and foot to the wall made it harder. You cried and at times your teeth met skin. For that he slapped you and threatened to pull your teeth out one by one.

When he left, you fell into a pitiful sleep. Your vision this time was of you. Showing you exactly what you needed to do to escape.

It had been hard of course, nevertheless you’d found a way to Uhtred. The miles you walked, reminded you of how weak you truly were. Your legs were almost giving way by the time you reached Uhtred.

You hid amongst the tree line, watching. You saw that he was travelling with Finan, Sihtric and Osferth. You knew them from your visions. They sat around a small fire and made camp, while Uhtred left to go and wash.

As quietly as you could you followed Uthred. You were draped in a stolen cloak. It was black and ominous, which wasn’t the feeling you wanted to rise in him. Underneath you were dressed in a tatty grey dress. It was extremely thin, without the cloak you were sure you would have died from the cold.

You follow Uhtred to the small spring. Heat rises from the surface and it makes you want to jump in. You hadn’t bathed in weeks.

Uhtred lingered near a tree about to take his shirt off. You don’t want to watch him bath, you are sure that won’t make him think anything good of you. Not that he will already.

You’re aware of the events that transpired with Skade. A dark witch and supposed seer who cursed him. It had only been a week or so since he strangled her. The last thing he would want is yet another curse placed on him.

“Lord Uhtred? I’ve come to serve you.” You hope that was the right thing to say. In your visions you weren’t shown what he would say, only where he would be.

Uthred turns to you, dropping his hands on his shirt. His eyes look you up and down, accessing your form.

He laughs, “How do you plan on serving me, scrawny peasant girl?”

You keep your eye roll to yourself, having travelled miles to meet him you thought he’d feel some sort of gratitude. “Please Lord, I’ve travelled many miles to meet with you.”

He turns away, dismissive of you “I have no need for a new barmaid or cook.”

You sigh out loud this time, growing tired of his ignorance. You pick up his sword that leans against a nearby tree. The weight of it surprised you, it takes you your two weak arms to hold it up. The edge points to his throat. His eyes narrow, but his attention is definitely on you.

“I am a seer Uthred Ragnarsson and you are my master.”

His face contorts into one of disgust. Now looking at you like the most vile being in England. “I am no one’s master. Especially a seer’s. Go back to the hole you crawled out of.”

“For years I have seen only you Uthred. Your battles, your friends, your story. I have grown quite tired of it. So you either take me with you or I kill you and free myself of an ungrateful master.”

You ultimatum is a weak one. You can barely hold the sword without shaking it, you have no idea how you’ll find the strength to kill him. Killing a master means there is no promise of finding another one. And you don’t want to. You sought a master in Uthred yes, but also protection. Protection from Steffen and any other master who would do you harm.

Uthred laughs, he takes a step toward you “Are you threatening me witch?” The malice in his voice is undeniable. You almost recoil from the harshness of it.

You take a breath, “Yes”.

He takes another step, and you take one back. Almost tripping with the sword.

“I’m nothing like Skade Uhtred. I only want to help you.” His eyes widen slightly. Then he sighs. He wants more time to think it over.

His eyes move to behind you. In the trees he can see Sihtric sneaking toward the two of you, rope in hand. Uhtred moves his eyes back to your small shaking form. He compares the sight to rabbit trying to hold its own against wolves.

You see Uhtred’s eyes behind you. Without thinking you turn. In the same moment Sihtric moved to tackle you while Uhtred grabs his sword.

“Tie her up Sihtric, and gag her. Warn the others she’s a witch.” You groan as your side had been hit, the bruises on your skin being reignited with pain.

You don’t fight as Sihtric binds your hands in front of you and ties a cloth around your mouth. You are marched towards the trees while Uhtred removed his shirt to bathe.

You emerge from the treeline to their small makeshift camp. Being pushed by Sihtric you are forced to sit on the floor. You don’t try to move, you just want to sleep.

“It was a girl following us? Great, all that worry over nothing.” You glare at Finan. The Irishman is putting away his sword and sitting down, sighing. Most likely hoping for more action.

“This is no girl Finan, she’s a witch.” You see the others visibly recoil at Sihtric’s confession.

You sigh. You’ve made it to your master. Now you just have to convince them all you are here to help.

#angelsworks post #dark #the last kingdom #uhtred #uhtred ragnarsson #finan the last kingdom #uhtred the last kingdom #osferth the last kingdom #sihtric the last kingdom #the last kingdom x reader

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fictionalmenxyn · 11 months

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Remember when…

Chats like these weren’t brought up often in the break room. Most people forgot their childhood especially those who had a bad one. But every so often you and the boys would have a chat about your past. The good things.

You and the boys were sat at the usual table. Either a coffee or water in hand, you all se how brought up the genre of school.

Gaz asked “wait you all knew each other?” Price nodded and said “the first proper job I had was teaching. I was only 20, that on my list of jobs helped me join the army”. So you started telling the story of the lessons you had.

Flashback…

Grabbing your bag from under the desk you headed towards your next lesson. Lucky for you, it was your favourite. Mr. Price was one of your favourite teachers considering he was actually good at teaching the subject. Also he was nice enough to let you sit wherever. Meaning you sat with Simon, your secondary school sweetheart.

Walking towards the class, you noticed Mr. Price standing outside handing sheets out to those who were in your class. He turned his head and saw you, smiling he spoke “once you’ve sat down answer these questions, if you need ask your partner.” You nodded and walking into class with a paper in hand.

Scanning the class you spotted Simon, already sat there staring at the entry most likely waiting for you. As he saw you, you watched as his bored facial expression turned to a smirk. He pulled out the chair for you and you sling your bag on the floor under your desk.

Sitting down he said “how was Health studies?” You said “good, how was construction?” He nodded and replied “alright” you asked “can you do me a favour after school?” He asked “what’s the favour?” You replied “for Health studies I got to do physical activity and my teacher asked if we could test a friend or family. So could you help me?” He looked into your eyes and spoke “of course, anything for you” you smiled and hugged him quickly.

As you started to do the starter task, you heard Mr. Price close the door and started to do the register.

Once he had finished that, he started to carry on with the lesson.

As he let you carry on with your work, you and Simon helped each other and managed to finish it earlier than others. So you fidgeted with his hand, that also ended up with you drawing on it. You ended up drawing multiple things. But one stuck out most to Simon. He commented “I like that one” he points with his free hand at the small cute Grim Reaper you draw. Little did you both know is that would be your code name and one of many tattoos Simon would get.

Small things like this Simon cherished and still does. This is one of many reasons he loved you. No matter where he was, with you he felt confident and didn’t care what others thought. You were one of many reasons he stayed strong and you are the only person he comes to for help. He knows you won’t go telling people about his personal problems and you support him no matter what.

Once lesson was over Mr. Price collected the books in and let you out of class. Simon said “come on, we need to find Johnny” you nodded and held his hand as you both searched the other classrooms he may be in.

Later you found him waiting outside of a classroom. You waved and so did he, he spoke “come on, my mum wants to have a barbecue and she said you two could come over.” You both smiled as you three headed towards the busses and went home for a nice barbecue at Johnny’s house.

End of flashback…

Gaz’s facial expression was amazed, Price chuckled at his expression and said “small world isn’t it?” Gaz replied sarcastically “small world?”. You said “you should be grateful Price is your mentor, he got me to pass Science. That’s one of the main reasons I’m able to be sat here now” Price smiled proudly. Gaz turned to you and Ghost then asked “so you two have been together for how many years?” Ghost answered “15 years” Gaz’s jaw couldn’t drop anymore. You replied “he even got the grim reaper tattooed on him, the one I drew in that class.” Gaz asked “did you really?” Ghost didn’t reply but rather pulled the collar of his T-shirt down to show the small cute grim reaper on his chests close to his heart.

Sitting there you smiled at the memories of being in school. Gosh, if only you two were fourteen again. But sometimes it’s nice to have ‘remember when’ chats. Although your relationship with Ghost haven’t changed, everything else did. Most things were good but the bad… you two pushed past and made yourselves better.

You leaned against Simon as he placed an arm around your waist. You looked up and admired him, you kissed his arm and whispered “I love you” he said “I love you two. Then you two were interrupted by Gaz “if your still good at drawing would you draw me a tattoo?” You giggled at the boy’s enthusiasm, acting like an excited child. But this is what you enjoyed. Moments like these…

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Maedhros Having A Twin Sister

A/N: I remembered the anon who sent the request for Caranthir's twin sister had given me the option of him, Maedhros and Fingon, and I've been obsessed with the idea of Mae having a twin sister. I might follow up with Fingon soon.

𑁍 So let’s say that you were the older born 20 minutes before him, you and Maedhros are going to be considered the apple of everyone and the family’s eye. The first child, the first girl, the first of everything within the House of Feanor, you are going to be cherished.

𑁍 Both you and Maedhros would receive equal parts of love, affection and attention. There isn’t any need for either of you to fight over who gets to spend more time with amillё and atar. Both Nerdanel and Feanor would be over the moon that their first babies were twins and equally beautiful.

𑁍 As Maedhros twin, growing up as the first two of the third generation of the House of Finwe, you are both alone for the greater half of your childhood before the rest of your siblings and cousins arrive. This means that you and Mae have many years to bond wonderfully.

𑁍 From playmates as children, you two would grow into adolescence and then adulthood having taken care of each other and constantly hovering. His attachment to you was always ‘she’s my sister, we’re supposed to be together always.’

𑁍 Maedhros was always attached to you, following you around wherever you went. If you wanted to play dress-up and dollhouse, he was down for that. If you wanted to host a tea party, he was also down for that. It didn’t matter (since it was just you two) where he was, so long as you were there.

𑁍 It was quite some funny years after your younger brothers were born, they were always fighting for your attention and Maedhros hated it, especially when Maglor and Caranthir used to cry and beg for you. It caused him to act stingy and keep you to himself.

𑁍 He can always count on you to be honest, brutal as well, and truthful with him. The both of you would adapt the roles of acting as parents to the rest of your siblings and cousins. This was a great relief for him because he would joke about what if it was just him alone as the eldest.

𑁍 Despite you being the eldest, for him as the eldest brother, he took the role of being head. You witnessed this during his years in Beleriand, he refused to give you that position, not wanting to give that volume of stress to you.

𑁍 You are close with him, Maglor, Caranthir and Ambarussar since the quiet personalities you all share are compatible. He was attached to you from a young all the way into adulthood. It’s something he uncontrollably does—just whips his head around to search for you and then stands nearby.

𑁍 He isn’t one to hover, but as the years pass and he realised that you were the only other girl in the family, he becomes protective. Giving your suitors the fatherly glare from over your shoulder or talking behind your back, and then acting dumb as if he had nothing to do with your suitor never returning.

𑁍 Arguments between you both are…complex. You’re opposites in terms of personality, but share lots of similarities with Nerdanel and her temperament, so disputes are never long but grudges were. Partially reasoned and sorted out, this was during Valinor.

𑁍 For his years in Beleriand, he was grateful for your company during his lonely and emotionally detached days in Himring. When Fingon or Maglor wasn’t there to sing away his nightmares, you would swoop in the care of him.

𑁍 Tending to his injuries, dressing and feeding him on his bad days, going to his meetings and assisting him with his documents/reports. He was grateful but also ashamed for dragging you into this. Despite acting as the eldest over everyone, he would always feel like your baby brother before you.

𑁍 This is the time when he would lean into your embrace and allow you to brush his hair and sing or baby him. He hates it since he doesn’t like the incapacitated feeling, but it makes him remember his youthful days with you; carefree and running around chasing each other.

𑁍 In return, he would spoil you with the finest riches the land had to offer because he enjoys gift-giving. Maedhros would take up training you in self-defence while being protective and not fancying the idea of you roaming about Beleriand.

𑁍 As the big sister, you were responsible for helping him with suitors. Dressing him up and making him appear desirable to the public. You would give him lots of advice on how to charm people and you were the final say on if you approved of his choice.

𑁍 His favourite days are spent going on walks or rides through the forest and getting everything off his chest. Witnessing him cry and breaking down was a familiar sight that broke your heart. You felt horrible that you could save your twin.

𑁍 Furthermore, you used to feel his pain, when be was going through the rough, but never told him to avoid him wallowing in guilt and shame. You took your job of being his big sister seriously, always easing his stress load and watching over him.

𑁍 You are his confidant and best friend, and he trusts you just as much as he trusts Maglor. You know all his secrets and his bond with you is unlike any other.

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arxxq · 1 year

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"𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐕𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐃.." "𝐒𝐎 𝐃𝐈𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔.."

╰┈➤ ❝ [the moment I saw you've changed..I just couldn't help myself and did too..] ❞

ft. Itoshi Brothers (seperately), Isagi Yoichi, Nagi Seishiro

Warnings...aged up to 20+, angst?, Mentions of pro! Fencer reader (rin's part) mentions of volleyball player reader (nagi's part) mentions of figure skater reader(sae's part) and pro! archer reader (isagi's part) soccer mentioned as football

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You and Itoshi Rin were childhood friends. So it was a shock when you found out that he became more cold and ruthless from other people. You refused to believe so. Why? Because the rin you had knew was such a sweet person..so you thought, "there's no way he changed..."

You were wrong. When you returned to japan once again at the age of 16, your brother managed to drag you to a stadium which was where the U-20 vs Blue lock's eleven was held at. You didn't really thought much of it and was barely paying attention...that was until you saw them.

The Itoshi siblings fighting against eachother. You were surprised. Why? You asked. Didn't those two shared a dream together. You kept bitting your nails as it became a habit to you when you get anxious.

You realized that..the rumours about Rin was never a lie. He really did change. He wasn't the person you knew before. He wasn't the sweet boy who shared a dream with his older brother..it wasn't him anymore, he had become so cold, so distant. At least to you. And all this time you had refused to believe others when they told you he had changed.

You really sacrificed your own dreams on becoming a fencer just so you could support the two brothers on their dreams. But it seems like it was such a pathetic choice. You shouldn't have done that. But due to being blinded by love..I guess maybe that's a reason why.

Once the game ended, you immediately stood up running out of the stadium. When you first saw rin you thought it was a good opportunity to greet him and to tell him you were back but not anymore. You couldn't handle see him change. So you ran out leaving your brother to chase after you.

It been years now, you are now 20 and known as a famous pro fencer. You've win alot of medals in the olympics. Being well known as a well known fencer in the olympics felt nice because this time you learn to prioritize yourself no one else but yourself.

One day, during practice with you're teammates, you're fencing instructor had called for you which piqued the interest of not only you, but you're teammates as well. You excuse yourself from you're opponent and went to you're instructor asking why she called for you.

"Did I do something wrong?" You looked at you're instructor confused while you took off you're mask. The coach smiled and shook her head to reasure you. "It's not anything bad, just that someone is requesting to meet you," now you looked at her full of curiosity.

Someone searching for you? I mean thats quite rare. It couldn't be you're brother nor you're parents and any other relatives or outside friends of yours because they should've known that you have practice. So this just made you curious.

You went outside the training hall only to hear a deep voice of a male. "Hi," he stated. You look up wide eye when you were met with those bright aquatic blue eyes that you have seen when you were a child. What was he doing here? Wouldn't he be busy right now.

You wanted to leave but you're body wouldn't budge. You were frozen right beneath him. You didn't like it, him towering over you and yet here you are being a coward. "What do you want Itoshi?" You asked with a cold voice. You were slowly losing your composure.

"what happened to you?" He asked and you scoffed. He looked at you with a raised brow. "What happened to me? Psh I should've asked you the same.." now he looked really confused.

He looked at you with eyes that held concerned. He noticed something different. He knew that this wasn't you. At least not to him. He noticed you had become a whole new person. "You've changed.." he stated. You looked at him with a smirk. "So did you.."

Rin looked at her. He didn't expect that reply from you that he backed away. You lowered your head trying to hide you're face and eyes that was threatening to spill out the tears.

You chuckled. "Oh c'mon..I saw you when you went against the u-20. I refused to believe you've changed," a tear from your eyes had dropped to the ground. "But now... I've learned to accept it, so now you should accept the fact I did too,"

He couldn't believe his ears..he felt as if life was decieving him right this moment. This wasn't you..this wasn't the person he knows, no it can't be right? or was it really you..and you really have changed. "I have to go...it was nice meeting you again rin.." before you went back to the training hall, you made one last eye contact with him and continued..

"or should I say..the young prodigy," and with those words that had came out from your own mouth, you had left him right there. At least now he understands how you felt during that day. that you have changed to a different person just like he did.

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Your relationship with Itoshi Sae was just you two being close friends from the start of preschool. You and him were known unseperatable. It's as if you were stuck to him like glue because every moment people would see you and see together.

When sae took in the dream of becoming the best striker you went to support him. You never stopped supporting him. Every day, every moment you would be there when he practiced and you would be there in every game he had played.

But it all ended when sae was given an opportunity to play in spain. You were proud of him. He finally reached this point. Although there was a feeling of sadness in your heart, you told yourself to hide any signs of sadness.

It's been years since sae had been in spain, when you heard he's about to return you were so overjoyed. But obviously sae was going to meet his little brother first. Afterall he is family.

But what you didn't expect to here from rin was that sae's no longer the person you guys knew. You were oblivious to what he meant so you shrugged it off. When the doorbell rung you were happy...well just for a while untill he gave you the harsh reality.

"I want to break our friendship.." he was blunt with it. Not even one single emotion or feeling of guilt. He was so fucking straight forward. You froze. "What do you mean?" You asked. "I just decided to leave you because all this time you've been a distraction,"

"a distraction, but I've been supporting you—" he cut you off. "That's the exact problem," you wanted to cry right there and you did and all he did was scoffed. "You're annoying, all you do is hold me back. Its also funny how you keep trying to fit in and hide in the shadows at the same time,"

"you're pathetic so now I realized it's time to leave you," he stated. It really shattered. Out of frustration you yelled out at him. "Fine leave, but once you do I don't want to ever see you again..!"

"tch you really think I want anything to do with you? What a horrible assumption."

"I wished I had never even met you in the first place.."

"glad you feel the same way l/n—san.."

Now you are 22 years old. You were known as one of the worlds talented figure skating champion in the olympics. You had won so many gold and silver medals along with trophies. Let's just say ever since sae had said those words to you..you decided to chase the impossible.

He was right. You tried so hard to fit it, but sometimes fitting in won't get you anywhere. So you stood out, and here you are known as one of the worlds best figure skaters. It felt good to stand out. It felt good to be known and not be hidden under some stupid shadows. This was what you could've done years ago if you hadn't been so dependant on sae.

Right now you were being interviewed by a crowd of people. You didn't really like being interviewed. You hated it along with big crowds but most of the time you can't escape them. They kept asking you questions until a question from a certain person frozed you.

"how does it feel to be known?" The crowd of people froze due to amazement to see one of the worlds 11 also known as itoshi sae was there. The crowd even gave way for him to make his way Infront of you. "It's nice to see you again Y/n.." You smiled but you were really just irritated that he caused this scene.

"ah well if you could excuse me people but Itoshi-san and i might have to talk in private right now," you dragged him by his wrist to an empty hallway.

Once you made sure it was clear you didn't hesitate to slap him. "What the hell is your god damn problem?!" His hand went towards the cheek you had slap him on. "Didn't I fucking told you that I didn't want to see you're face ever again?!" Sae was taken aback since you snapped. "I remembered, but you really think I was going to listen to you?" He mumbled. After a few minutes of silence, sae decided to break it.

"You've changed.." "So did you sae-san," sae didn't expect that to be you're response.

You let out a shaky breathe. "Look sae, I want nothing to do with you anymore so now I suggest you to leave me, and never come back..just like what you did before,"

And with that..you left him there while sae was silently regretting his words and choices he had said to you years ago. If only he could move back in time, maybe he would've changed what he had said to you.

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Isagi Yoichi had been you're best friend. You never left his side. Whenever he felt down you were there for him. Whenever you felt down he was there for you. You supported isagi's dream to becoming a football player and he supported your's in becoming an archer but you had to gave up on it all due to you an injury. A wrist injury. It happened when Isagi was playing soccer and the ball hit you're wrist.

As you two grew up, you're relationship never changed. When Isagi lost to go to the finals you were there and went he told you a few moments later that he was picked by the jfu you were proud of him.

But maybe you should've stopped him..or maybe not. When you heard that he was playing for the u-20 you were happy and you went there with his parents. But when he was playing you noticed something his parents didn't. Part of you said it was still Isagi...but the other said it doesn't seem like it was Isagi to you.

You shrugged it off thinking it was probably just coincidence. Well I guess it wasn't. Even after Isagi won, he didn't acknowledged you at all. It was as if you never existed to him anymore. Even if he did, it would be a simple greet.

You didn't think he changed much until you saw him play against england along with noel noa. That proofed you that he had changed, that his ego raised. You realized that Isagi had technically achieved his dream. You were happy but dad he changed.

As time passes by you learned to accept his change and decided to change yourself. You've finally decided to go after that dream again. You didn't care if you were to injure your wrist again because you told yourself if you didn't take a risk, then your life wouldn't go anywhere.

You're relatives didn't think it was a good Idea but you didn't listen because this dream was something you've been longing to achieve. Times passed on, and eventually the more you believed in yourself, you've changed and you achieved the dream of becoming a successful professional female archer.

Most of the time you played in teams during events but you usually prefer playing as an individual instead. You're ego had also raised because you're mindset changed from "one for all," to "all for one".

You were known quite cold and focused and that attitude lead you to success. Working in teams were fun but sometimes it's best to go solo.

You were finally back in japan after being in US for an archery tournament. Even after you returned home you kept training in the backyard. You're family was quite worried for you're well being but they probably had figured out this was like a routine for you.

Just as you were about to shoot another arrow to the target, someone had stopped you by holding you're wrist. You flinched and looked behind to see Isagi.

"what are you doing here?" You asked in a stern voice. He smiled at you. "You shouldn't be overworking yourself especially since you just came back.." he said completely ignoring you're question.

You let down you're how and scoffed. "Like I said..what are you doing here?" You asked once again. "I heard you were back in japan and decided to visit you," once he said that you immediately went back to practicing.

"Well I thank you for the visit but I'm quite busy as you can see right now," you shot the arrow on the bullseye as always. Isagi sighed. "You've changed (n/n)—chan.." you froze and held in a breathe. He was right you did change but it was because you saw him accept a change. You let out the breathe you held and lowered down you're head along with the bow then proceed to smile.

"So did you..yo-chan"

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Nagi Seishiro. Who was he to you? Well you could say you were strangers who immediately became gaming buddies. You met in the arcade. Nagi and you were known unstoppable whenever you played together.

No matter what, you two managed to beat others. You and nagi were quite unseperatable. Although as you grew up you realize that eventually nagi will change but you decided to shrug it off. Afterall it shouldn't come so soon right.

But...it seem that it did come so soon. Magi immediately change the moment he met Mikage reo. Now you don't hate reo obviously not. He was a nice guy it's just... because of his encounter with nagi.. you're friend had changed.

Ever since he met reo, nagi had a strong passion into playing soccer. You were happy for him but because of all that you and nagi weren't as close as before. It was as if...you guys were strangers again.

Nagi and you had become distant. You usually have long conversations with eachother while playing games but that immediately change and become to small talks.

You've realized he changed. The nagi seishiro you knew wasn't there anymore. So when nagi decided to break the friendship you weren't surprised but you felt relieved for some reason. Maybe it was because now he broke it, you won't have to think about it again.

That was years ago. You heard that now, both Nagi seishiro along with Mikage reo were known as football prodigies. What about you? Well you are known and a volleyball player. You see after nagi broke off the friendship you joined the volleyball team and managed to bring the team into the nationals.

Not only that, as you grew you were invited in the japanese volleyball team. You've win so many games along with you're teammates and you were happy you've reached this far.

One day and you were walking on the streets that was not so crowded while playing a game, you bumped into someone or well more if one person while the other was focused on something else.

"watch where you're—wait y/n-san?" Well it seems like the person you bumped into was none other than reo. "Ah reo—uhm hi?"

"WAH, it's been so long hasn't it? How have you been?" He asked. Nagi was there observing the two. He realized something. He realized your change. "It has been long but I'm fine reo.." you replied to his question.

Just as reo was about to talk again, someone had cut him off. "Reo..can I talk to y/n alone?" You knew that voice and you will never forget that voice.

"oh nagi, uhmm sure I'll go on ahead. I'll see you next time y/n!" You waved at reo before he was no longer in your sight. Now you were alone with nagi.

"it's been a while huh seishiro?" You smiled at him. Nagi froze. You had never called him 'seishiro..' it was always 'sei'. He stayed silent.

You sighed. "Seishiro if you plan to not talk I think it's best I get going.." you were about to leave him there until his hand stopped you.

"you've changed so much...why is that?" You looked at him but with a smile. "So did you sei, you've changed as well.." you said completely ignoring his question. And with that you left him without letting him question you the same question again.

Mistakes will be fixed once I reread

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samooooo1 · 1 month

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based on my digimon master online game, how would be like a 24 year old fem! tamer who found in her doorstep a cardboard box with 4 digieggs (wizardmon, terriermon, (fem!) lopmon (she is terriermon's younger twin sister) and meicoomon) and when they hatch as lil keemon, zerimon, kokomon, and a fluffier looking snow botamon with faint light markings (that sign that she is a meicoomon when she grows and evolve to her actual form);

and the lil keemon is the one who loves y/n a lot compared to the other 3 who like her too; with a timeskip of 2 years later with him now as a wiz giving her a flower before confessing his feelings for her and gladly she accepts his feelings.

(Credit to the artist (Artist is mentioned down there on the right side))

(Sorry but I cant picture myself this scenario, as you would have been like a mother figure to them which is why I will do platonic version but no more or less, sorry since it probably would be heading a entirely diffrent way then you wanted but such scenarios are also platonic in my eyes.)

B/f x reader

Growing closer

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It was a cold nice day, finally after 8 painfully long hours of working, since you gotta make a living somehow, you took office job and after it was finally over and since it was over, first thing you done was to watch TV, there way to many TV Series that have to be finished by you and to little time to sadly do it. After watching a couple series for some hours, you heard a sound from the door you went there, thinking what or who would do such thing this late at the day.

You have gone to your door and opended it and found.. a cardboard with some eggs in it? You were weirded out having never seen such eggs.. and big at that to, you first thought these were Ostrich eggs.. so you tried to cook them but they were to hard and couldnt break which frustrated you.

Sooo, like any person with the average IQ of -5, you used Google to try and find out what these eggs were or better say from which animal or organism they came. To your suprise, they werent any ordinary eggs.. these eggs were called Digieggs and after some throughout research you found out what will come out of these eggs, some Digimons named Botamon, Kokomon, Zerimon and Keemon, they were fictional characters from your childhood Show 20 years ago, you used to watch it so much but sadly have forgotten most of these times.

So you made sure to take them with you everywhere, as to make sure that when they hatch you can see it in a instant. After some further hours of waiting they hatched ! You saw and felt like a Mum VvV, seeing their kids being born, you were very happy :D

Now the funny part.. you dont know what they eat, nor what they can eat or not, they arent any organic organism but you decided milk and some meat should be ok for now.

You searched up their names and what they could "evolve" into, or as people would say "digievolve" into. Now you got a Keemon, small and friendly but sometimes somehow angry, how? I dont know, a Botamon, a chaotic little energy ball, a Kokomon very cute choco looking like digimon and lastly Zerimon, weird but also cute.

Now there was another small problem, you never had to take care of any kids, much less since you were a only child and pretty much got always what you wanted, you never had to do anything. Now that you were a fully responsible adult and moved away from your parents and took a job to pay rent and your living expsenes, you didnt know if you were able to take care of these little Digimon.

Sooo, you called your bestfriend over, he was at first not believing a single word you have said but the moment he was in with you.. He was fascinated, such cute little creatures? But then he asked for what reason did you actually call him.

"So... hehe, basicly if I would this alone, there be to much for me to work off... and I dont wanna be a single mum, and since we both are already bestfriends why dont you help ne :D Also these little kids need a dad."

"Wait wait wait wait- a dad? But why me!"

You mentaly slapped yourself and just gave him a unfazed stare.

"Who is a man, is my closet friend, can weirdly be a good dad, can help me and is always there for me :D"

He just sighned and.. even though to us its obvious and you being a blind person ( in terms of reading the room), he has feelings for you and taking care of them with you.

"You will be the mother?"

You just nodded VvV. "Then... eh.. should I adress you as honey then, infront of the kids?" At that point you just stared at him. Would that title suit you?... Yes, yes it would.You happily nodded.

"So we be parents then? :D" you asked, he just embarrasedly nodded and you jumped in the air, feeling all happy and friendly, atleast you wont be having to deal all this alone, you have someone by your side during all of this.He just smilled at you, how could you be so blind to his feelings but because of you.. he be doing this, out of love for you.

2 Years Timeskip~

After some years parenting, both you and B/f have come far, your small little kids that you named happily, Botamon, you named him after your Uncle, his name was Kai, and little Botamon gave some Ninjago Kai vibes off, and he always watched that show as he grew up.Kokomon, you named them Choc, because of his chocolate coulered self and his affinity to liking sweets that are always sided with chocolate flavor.Zerimon was named Lemon, he is coloured like a Lemon and loves Citrus fruits, noice which is why the both you of named him Lemon and he is the exact opposites of his sister Zerimon.Keemon was the weirdest of the bunch, he was like a clingy dog which is why ya named him Max, he wouldnt leave neither your or B/f sides, always calling you both Mum and Dad, which at times made you chuckle and B/f a blushing mess, yet as they digivoled all into their respective forms you couldnt help but smile at them and B/f and even thought it might have seemed as if you were oblivious to B/fs feelings, you werent, you also liked him but wanted just to tease him so much it also made you realise how thankful you were that he was by your side, supporting and helping you no matter what or without any complaints, so one day when it was late and the kids were sleeping, you invited him to the livingroom since before you both have sleeped seperately but now you wanted to be more then just friends, you took him to the livingroom and confessed to him.

When he heard those words from you "I like you more then a simple friend".. he cried, he was happy beyond any thing that could be scaled, this one was one of the hapiest day of his life, and yes finally after so long you are finally his. He took you by arms and hugged you, its safe to say that you both went to bed after that confession but didnt did the deed as you both were faithful followers of the lord, you saved yourself for day you both will marry.

But the both of you pray and hope that the lord will bless you both with more such happy moments , the moment that the both of you will spend together, as lovers and one flesh, just as the lord always had planned for the both of you.

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Thanks for making a request but please, any kind of family bond should also be kept as one, but I hope you all enjoyed this small fic and wish ya all a blessed day/night.

God bless ya all!

;)

#digimon x reader #x reader #digimon #x female reader #x fem!reader #best friends #besties #besties to lovers

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kentwells · 11 months

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who am i to ask for more, more, more

i haven't written fic in at least four years (maybe five which is batshit time is really a bitch) but i was so desperate for more fic abt these losers that i had to write some. title is from "waiting room” by phoebe bridgers!

i love the careers because they are obviously lethal and terrifying and brainwashed and insane. but also the scenes in the movie where they're running up to the water & laughing at the other tributes? they were raised without childhoods but they are also your average teenage bullies and it's so interesting to me. that is like. what i was getting at here. they did not realize being kids was a choice. also huge thanks to @clatoera for talking endless stuff abt domesticity & ambition with regards to cato & clove!! and giving me some inspiration for the scene by the lake thank you so much for reading <3

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When the 12M announces his love for the 12F, Clove rolls her eyes. It is, however, interesting enough for her to look at the screen instead of staring off into space. His cheeks are flushed pink, his eyes like a child’s. The district stylists might have forced Clove to look like a child, with a puffy orange dress and even puffier hair, but at least she doesn’t speak like one. The Capitol seems to think it something interesting, judging by the way the audience gasps.

Cato lets out a harsh laugh, the same way he does whenever someone drops a weapon. Clove meets his eyes, and they share their 800th moment of knowing that no one else takes this half as seriously as they do.

“This is a problem,” Brutus says.

“In what world?” Clove asks, rolling her eyes. Kids get crushes every day. She doesn’t know how many girls she’s ‘accidentally’ let a knife get too close to because they wouldn’t shut up about Cato in the dormitory. Even she has them. But she’s capable of ignoring it. Her heart can flutter all it wants to when Cato grabs her wrist, she’s still going to pull her shit together and wrench it out of his grip. Peeta, who only showed his strength after Katniss told him to and is willing to blush in front of all of Panem, is not going to be capable of that.

“It’s an angle?” Cato guesses. She can tell that he’s trying not to continue laughing, nervous to upset his mentor the night before the games.

Clove smirks. “A terrible one,” she says. “That’s basically saying you don’t give a shit about winning, who would sponsor that?”

“No one,” Lyme says. “But they’d sponsor the girl who kicked your asses in front of the Gamemakers and has a compelling enough personality for someone to love”.

“Luckily, neither Cato or Clove are really going for lovable”, their escort laughs, though her eyes are still on the screen.

Lyme’s eyes glint at her in the cold, detached way Clove has practiced in the mirror. “Long day tomorrow. Time for bed, I think.”

Clove takes the longest, hottest shower she’s had in years. Once her skin is burning and raw, she puts on a loose pair of pants and an impossibly soft blue shirt. When she gets out of the bathroom, Cato is on her bed, sprawled out like a puppy searching for attention.

“Can you not get my pillows wet?” Clove climbs in next to him. Unlike the Center beds, these can actually fit both of them. Cato says nothing, just staring up at the ceiling, so Clove continues. “You don't even have to do any work to dry off here.”

“Who gives a shit, you have 20.” He tucks an arm around her waist, and she wraps a leg over his in practiced comfort. She doesn’t even give him shit for still being wet. It seems like a waste of breath right now. “12M’s an annoying little shit,” Cato says as she leans her head on his shoulder.

Clove grunts. She agrees, of course. Her mind is still thick with Lyme’s suggestion that the 12M’s idiocy will reel in the sponsors. And every time she closes her eyes, she sees the spinning 11 superimposed over the 12F’s face, like a target she’s trying to hit.

“He’s not special for liking a girl.”

“I thought you were annoying, but you’re a fucking saint compared to him,” Clove snorts. He pinches her side.

“C’mon, Clover, that’s the lowest bar in Panem.”

“Give him some credit, it’s hard to be more annoying than you.” Clove grins at him, but it quickly turns to scorn. “He’s an idiot,” she says. “He wasn’t winning anyway, but his chances went from one percent to zero when he decided to commit to that act.”

Cato kisses the crown of her head. “He wasn’t winning anyway, let him have a last few moments of fun.”

For a second, Clove thinks Cato’s going to slide his hand up her shirt and go for his own last few moments of fun. Instead, he gently nudges her head off of his shoulder, shifts to one side and presses his head deeper into the pillow. “See you tomorrow,” Clove whispers.

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Cato is loyal to District 2 and to the Capitol. He didn’t need to be told twice, his eyes lit up when he first saw someone win the Hunger Games and they haven’t darkened since. These thoughts drum through his head on careful repeat, so loud that he couldn’t think something else if he wanted to. He eats on auto-pilot, creating a meal as close to what the Centre would give him as possible. Azalea, his jittery, pink-haired stylist sits across from him, eating nothing.

“Clove is about five minutes behind you,” she titters.

Cato doesn’t respond. Clove is back in District 2, watching the stream with the rest of the Center kids. Azalea retrieved him from the 2F’s room this morning.

At this point, there is nothing for Cato to do. No one for him to spar, no one to beat. He settles for keeping his mind as blank as possible so that he doesn’t tire himself out. It’s a relief when he rises into the arena, to see the other tributes and the Cornucopia.

He waits a second after the cannon, having been warned one too many times about the possibility of dying from overeagerness. It’s satisfying to watch the tributes on either side of him peel away, clearly desperate to get as far away from him as possible. He has a good foot on the girl to his right, so he goes after her first. She doesn’t see him coming when he tackles her to the ground.

Once he’s heard enough cracking from her bones and she’s coughing up blood, he pushes himself up and glances around for weapons. He sees a few swords and spears decorating the Cornucopia walls. A few feet before he reaches them, he sees a pack of knives, the kind Clove could strap around her waist.

“Clove!” He shouts. The breath leaves his body when he spots her in hand to hand combat with one of the older girls. The second she glances up, he tosses the knives her way. Clove’s eyes light up the second she sees them. The older girl, who’s taller than Clove but made of nothing but bone, looks hopeful when Clove darts around her, and begins to make a run for it.

When one of the knives hits her calf, she falls, and Clove flashes Cato an absolutely lethal smile before kicking her over and slitting her throat. “I’ve got the 12F!” She shouts, breaking into a run across the edge of the clearing, and Cato turns to pick a sword.

He just about blacks out for the rest of it. Kids die. He kills them. Someone makes a very half-hearted attempt to kill him and he snaps their neck. He had expected it to be more difficult, but everyone who ran towards the Cornucopia was hoping for a quick death instead of trying to avoid it.

“Let’s tally,” Clove says, cleaning one of her knives on her jacket. She’s lectured him about 800 times on proper knife care, and this does not qualify, but a good quality cleaning kit is probably too much to ask for.

“Can we take a lap?” Glimmer asks, hands on her hips. “Some of them might have grabbed supplies, and there were definitely a few bodies with weapons sticking out of them.” She clears her throat. “And not to state the obvious, but why are you here?” She turns to 12M, who is inexplicably standing near them.

Clove will give him credit for looking impressively unlike a deer in headlights and starting to speak for himself, but Cato beats him to it. “He’s leading us to his district partner.”

So he must not love her. Clove is taken aback by that – not because she believes in the purity of outer district crushes, but because she would have at least hoped he had a reason to sound like such an idiot on national television. “Does she believe all of the love bullshit?” she asks.

12M shrugs, and Clove can’t really be bothered to press. “Let’s do Glimmer’s idea and make sure we get everything before the hovercrafts come around.” Glimmer beams at her, and Clove turns toward the fallen tributes. She holds the knives she finds in her hand so that she can figure out how to clean them, and stalks around the clearing.

“I think you got blood on your jacket,” 12M says. He’s putting on a layer of bravado, but Clove sees right through it to the nerves.

“Wait, was there blood around here lately?” Clove asks, her eyes wide and her voice saccharine sweet. “I must not have noticed!” She flashes him a grin that’s all teeth and turns back to the Cornucopia. They’re all covered in it – Cato’s hair is basically red, though given his height that’s probably from being flashy more so than real necessity.

“I’m Peeta,” he says, absentmindedly. From the slightly apprehensive way he looks at the bodies at their feet, he wouldn’t have lasted two years in the Center. Clove curses herself for not having slightly better aim, because if 12F was dead, she could just knife him and be done with it.

“Clove.”

Once everything is collected and reasonably organized, the sun is starting to set. They agree not to set a fire before they need to, settling instead for the food that will go bad soon. Clove eats her apple and watches Glimmer and Cato from across the circle. She’s directly opposite them, so if anyone questions her, she can say she’s just staring into space.

It's not like someone would, anyways. Marvel and Marina seem to have figured out that they aren't going to win, and even if 12M is still stupid enough to think that he has a chance, Clove could have him dead before he finished his sentence. Glimmer curls into Cato’s side under the pretense of warming herself up and attracting sponsors. Clove starts to feel a flicker of something detached. She wants more than anything to make a joke about how their matching hair makes them look like siblings, but that would ruin any chance of horny Capitolites sending them shit.

She can save it until after the pack breaks.

Glimmer adjusts herself so that her head is lying in Cato’s lap, and her body is curled on the ground. Clove catches Cato’s eye, and they both try not to laugh. Clove will give her some credit though — her head and vital organs are protected, and her back is to the Cornucopia. Glimmer may be annoying, but at least her survival instincts are decent.

“Think it’s dark enough to hunt?” Marvel asks.

Instinctively, Clove’s hands go to her vest to run her fingers over her knives. “Hold on, I want to see who’s dead.”

As if on cue, the first bars of the Anthem appear. “Cato, tally?” He grins at her. “How the fuck did you get blood in your teeth?” she mocks, and his grin only widens. It's not really the arrogant smirk he’s been giving cameras for a week, much more the one he gives her after he bashes her with a pillow or plays a prank on his little sister.

Clove and Cato each have three, Glimmer and Marvel managed two apiece, and no one’s sure who got the last one.

Countless trainers had warned her with sharp words, how dangerous it was to go into the Arena with a friend. Clove had worried about it, because she hadn’t gotten this far by ignoring the trainers, but everything was fine once they were in the Arena. She’s spent most of the last twelve years fighting with and against Cato. This is routine.

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Clove knows well enough to step away from Cato when he’s this angry. Her biggest reaction is to tilt her head to get a better look at the mangled way 3M’s neck holds his head and body together. It’s not that she’s scared – if she was really concerned, she could easily snap a knife somewhere fatal, especially with his reflexes slowed by emotion – more so that he’ll burn himself out soon enough. No one, not even Cato, can hold enough anger to throw a long-ass tantrum.

Out of the corner of her eye, Clove sees Marvel slowly backing away, three packs of supplies strapped to his body and spear in hand.

“Is the alliance over?” Clove calls out. He turns, slightly scared, to look at her. She grins, imagining how easy it would be to kill him right now for trying to sneak off.

“I should think so,” Marvel says. “You should run from this bullshit while you can.”

Clove doesn’t even have to think in order to give him the coldest glare she can. “I don’t need to,” she says, her eyes immediately snapping back to Cato. Clove pulls herself up to a ledge of the Cornucopia and watches him rage.

She’s right, per usual. He kicks a pile of ashen supplies and lands on his back, and stays there, silently staring at the sky for a little while. He’s breathing hard enough for her to see his chest rise and fall. Clove jumps off the Cornucopia and walks towards him, eventually standing by his side and blocking the sun from his eyes.

“The Career alliance is over,” she says, offering him a hand. He uses it to pull himself up, and cards a hand through his hair. It’s too short for that, hair buzzed regulation short last week before the Reaping, but he does it anyways. “Not like any of them were much use,” Clove continues.

“Sticking together?” Cato asks. His voice is confident, but his eyes search hers. She’s half a step ahead in strategy most of the time, and smart enough to know he’s the biggest threat against her, all too comfortable ducking her knives and exploiting the few weak points she has.

He imagines them in the final two, the way they’ve talked about since they were eight, and how one of them will kill the other in a way that’s interesting enough to create an iconic story, but not too painful for the others. He thinks that he’ll kill Clove as quickly as possible and hack it to pieces until the hovercraft arrives. Clove’s eyes glint, something half steel and half something else. “Obviously.”

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“Tributes,” Claudius Templesmith’s voice booms through the woods around them, and Clove skids to a stop. “For the 74th annual Hunger Games, I am pleased to announce a rule change.” Clove turns to look at Cato. The Centre has stuffed her mind with hundreds of ways to play, but the only Capitol-created rule she can think of is ‘kill as many people as you can’. He looks just as confused as she feels, glancing around like Claudius Templesmith is hiding in one of the trees. “Under the new rule, both tributes from the same district will be declared Victors if they are the last two alive.”

“Under the new rule, both tributes from the same district will be declared Victors if they are the last two alive,” he repeats. His voice is even, as if they were too stupid to understand the first time, but it turns to wicked as he says “May the odds be ever in your favor” and his voice disappears as quickly as it came.

Clove is paralyzed, unsure of what comes next. Cato acts first, hoisting her up and knotting a hand in her hair. His hand sliding beneath her hair tie like he needs to be as close to her as possible. He’s probably mashing blood into her scalp, but there’s plenty of that there anyways. Her arms are around his neck, probably the first time they’ve ever been there without her making a move to cut off his air supply. Cato’s breathing is so heavy against her chest that she can feel herself shift with it. “Hi,” Clove mutters, because it’s all she can really think to do.

Cato spins her around once before setting her down, but his arms stay on her waist. She leaves her arms on his shoulders, grip loose and easy. He looks at her with a new type of intensity, almost hopeful. “We’re winning this shit,” Clove tells him, without a single doubt in her mind.

He picks her up and swings her around again, and she would scream if he didn’t do this every time he was bored. “Abso-fucking-lutely.” Fuck the girl on fire, this is fucking fire, burning every obstacle in her path and making her future crystal clear.

Cato drops his pack and sits down, and Clove tumbles down next to him. Every bone in her body feels looser, itching for a fight but positive she’ll – they’ll – win it. She crosses her ankles over his, not bothering with any pretenses. They can both go home. No sense in making sure everyone knows how fast she could kill him.

“I’m serious, Cato,” she says. She knows she sounds like a kid, but she can’t help it. If she had an ounce less of self respect, she would be jumping like a rabbit. “Serious. We can take anyone.” She glances around for where a camera might be, but decides to keep looking at Cato. “I’ve got long range, you’ve got hand-to-hand.”

“Perfect team,” Cato says, smug and satisfied and not with half as much cruelty as he normally says that.

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They haven’t killed another tribute in two days, and the only thing on Cato’s mind is that he could have been doing this the whole time. He could have had two more weeks of throwing Clove into the lake without her worried that he was about to kill her. She never screams at home when he picks her up, too focused on getting him to drop her, but here, she laughs and shrieks like a kid from an outer district, playing up the childish thing sponsors seem to be in the mood for this year. She catches his eye when he takes his shirt off to clean up, and he is no longer a weapon that so happens to have this physical form but a fucking idiot that would trip on his own sword because she smirked at him.

“You know you like it, c’mon.”

“Like what, the fact that you won’t smell like rotting corpses and dirt for the next half hour?” He throws his shirt at her and splashes through the lake. She stays on the bench, carefully inspecting her knives, sharpening each one and tucking them neatly into the jacket she’s laid across her lap.

“Cato, I swear to Snow, if you come near me soaking wet, I will kill you,” she snaps, not even looking up from her knives. He laughs and wraps his arms around her shoulders anyways, laughing harder when she doesn’t squirm at the chill. He’s been doing this for years, trying to get a rise out of her because she hates how clammy wet skin feels. Normally, she’d have shoved him off hard enough to bruise by now, but she keeps her eyes trained on her knives and lets Cato touch her.

The metal screech of her knives against a rock keeps going. So does the sound of the water. Cato pulls his shirt back on from where it was on the ground and sits behind Clove, pulling her to his chest. She settles her head on his shoulder and holds a knife up to the sun to inspect it.

“If we win the same games, do we share a house and shit?” Clove asks.

“Do you want to be roommates?” Cato asks, twirling the ends of her hair. It’s braided today.

Clove snorts and tucks the knife into her jacket, apparently finding it satisfactory. Instead of reaching for the next knife, she slouches down and holds onto his wrists where they wrap around her shoulders. “I think that if you live alone, you’ll eat nothing but protein shakes.”

“Oh, and you can cook?”

“Yes I goddamn can,” Clove says, indignant, turning to face him. “I’m great at cooking.” That’s not out of the realm of possibility. He hasn’t seen her eat anything not given to them by the Center in years, but she’s good with knives and the smartest person Cato knows. “Will you cook for me when we win?”

“If,” Clove rams a sharp elbow into his ribs.

Really, even if they were given two houses, Clove knows how quickly one would fall into disuse. The only reason they both actively use their own rooms are because their dorms are tiny, and at this point as stuffed to the brim with extra weapons and strategy books as Center regulations will allow. Most nights though, they crawl into the same bed after covering each other in cheap healing salve and trying to shake off the bruises, locking themselves to each other because the beds aren’t really big enough for two people. She knows that leaving the Arena together would sort of cement their melding into each other, making sure everyone who discusses them says it as catoandclove.

She had promised herself that it would all end in Remake. They fixed her nose, which was well past crooked from the three times he had broken it. His skin is mostly clear of her tidy, elegant scars, only a few left for dramatic effect. And she had meant it, really, but now she’s thinking about how much of their goddamn stipend they’ll have to spend accommodating his ridiculous appetite and how she can win a fight over the thermostat.

“We need to get someone else soon.”

Cato exhales something long and heavy “Fuck yes. I think we should search out 12 and get it the fuck over with.”

“I’ll get 12F,” she says. She can sense his annoyance at that. “C’mon, I’ll make it entertaining. No one wants to see me methodically slice open someone who already can barely walk.”

“As long as it’s a good show,” he sighs. It will be. Clove imagines pinning her down, carving up her face so that no one wants to see her corpse. At this point in the Games, there are no slow deaths, not when it could be her last chance to slice someone open. Clove wants so much blood on her skin that she has to spend an hour in the lake to get it all off.

“Fucking obviously, who do you think I am?” Clove teases. She twists, albeit a little awkwardly, so that she’s properly facing him instead of pressed to his chest. The smile he gives her is lazy and content.

She slides a hand across his hip, searching automatically for the long, thin scar that should wrap around it. She finds nothing but smooth skin and a scrape, probably from a tree or some shit. She memorizes it, holding onto these new details. 12F and 12M, dying far apart and without the other knowing. An entryway littered with shoes and warm sweaters and a freshly polished rack of weapons in the Victor’s Village.

Cato leans in and kisses her, tugging her to lie on top of him. She’s about to lean back and curse him out for this, but the strategy seems to be working out alright for 12. And if she were in the Center watching this on a screen, she would be laughing with everyone else about how these kids are virgins who barely know each other. This easy affection, hidden among violent plans and strategies, is sure beneath her hands for the first time.

(She’ll make 12F’s death especially brutal, and remind everyone that they should not fucking think about making fun of her.)

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5F would be hell to track if her hair weren’t bright red. He keeps seeing flashes of it in the distance, egging him onwards. Four more. He’ll take 5F, Clove will get 12F. If 12M doesn’t die on his own, he still won’t be able to put up any sort of fight. 11M will be a solid, respectable final fight, bigger than Cato but not nearly as skilled of a fighter, and Clove will back him up with her knives. It’s so close he can taste it, can’t stop thinking about sharing a bed instead of a shitty sleeping bag.

The first time he hears a Clove’s strangled, high pitched scream yell “CATO!”, he doesn’t slow down. He’s never heard Clove sound anywhere near that scared, not when the air is being choked out of her lungs or the night before a ranking exam. This is a Capitol trick, some sort of trap that he’s meant to fall into.

When he hears it again, every ounce of logic and training goes out the window, and he sprints towards her.

He doesn’t spot her at first, and there’s a wink of relief that she’s somewhere out of sight, ready to hurl knives at everyone but him, but then he sees a flash of red and brown against the grass.

Clove. The bubbled ponytail she tied and untied whenever she didn’t have enough to do with her hands. He is on his knees and she is next to him, a full on fucking dent in her head, lying on the ground, eyes still awake but no longer full of fire. He’s screaming, but he truly does not give a shit if someone hears. He’s easy enough to track down anyways.

And how the fuck could this have happened. How could a fucking nobody from 11 do this to her, careless and cruel, when she was the first person his age to figure out how to escape his chokeholds.

“Clove, you’re going to get through this,” he tells her, and he does almost believe it. She’s broken endless bones without so much as crying. She likes doing things for dramatic effect – she’s doing this for sponsors, for attention, to create an iconic games moment that will be shown forever after they win.

He maneuvers her so that her head is in his lap and tries not to think about how this feels like Clove’s dead weight, like lead weighing him down instead of the feather light Clove who fights back like a tiny speed demon. The last time she felt like this was in her dorm room, long after they had stopped pretending to analyze their earlier training stats, and Clove, flushed and catching her breath, fell asleep half on top of him.

Clove’s always had a reputation for being cold. It annoyed the fuck out of Cato when they were younger, the way it was near impossible to get a rise out of her, but he likes it now. It’s most of why they were sent in together, the way he runs hot and impulsive and she stands a few steps above everyone else. This is different though, it’s not so much that her mind is whirring like crazy behind a thick shell, moreso that everything has gone hazy for Clove. Clove, who can muster a terrifying glare even while freshly concussed.

On the ground, most of Clove’s energy is going to distinguishing one word from the next. The words Cato is saying are familiar – “I’ll slice him open for this, just how you like it. I’ll smash her head in, break enough bones that she’s unrecognizable. Remember – fuck, I still don’t know his name, actually – remember that kid that tried, yeah, I’ll recreate that, except now I can actually fucking finish the job.” She knows his threats, but his voice isn’t the hard monotone or reckless yelling she’s used to. It’s cracking like it hasn’t done since they were thirteen. She’s heard his voice wracked with emotion before, but never like this, equal parts warm and desperate. His hands cradle her cheeks, oscillating between desperately grabbing her like he can keep her alive with his touch and holding her face so gently that she thinks she might be imagining it.

For a moment, she wonders if the cameras are still on them. She’s not sure where the line is – what violence the Capitol citizens find hot or funny or impressive, and what violence they find disgusting. Clove doesn’t find any of this disgusting. She knows Cato would do everything he’s promising if there were enough bodies in the arena for the amount of threats he’s making. He might use all of them anyways, to keep a promise to her or work out any extra anger.

He’s thought about this more than enough times since they were kids, the way he’ll eventually stand next to her dead body. This is a nightmare, the kind where he’s holding his breath and waiting to jolt awake in the Center, because she’s actually slipping away and he doubts she could so much as laugh at him right now and someone else did this to her and he wasn’t fucking there in time.

Cato doesn’t quite know what he’s saying anymore, but Clove does. It’s a babble more than anything, and she would bet that it’s because of his own emotion instead of her inability to distinguish words. He tells her that he loves the smirk she gives when she hits every bullseye in the training room and the way her face twists as she pulls her hair into a braid for training. He loves how she never slows down from an injury and the way she makes fun of him as she sews shitty stitches into his skin. He’ll do anything to try and make up for this, the way she lies on the ground, eyes glazing more and more with every minute.

She knows what he’s building to. And she already knows it, has for a while, really, but didn’t let herself think it until Claudius Templesmith told her she could. The two of them have endless, endless advantages over the 12’s, but at least those dickheads got to say whatever they wanted.

She can’t quite make words anymore. She can’t quite do anything. But despite the way she shakes violently beneath her, his knee is solid on the small of her back, and for once it’s not a trap.

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Angel of God, My Guardian Dear Chapter 3: Matt

Rating: Explicit (18+, MINORS DNI)

Pairing: Matt Murdock x F!Reader

Story Summary: While speaking at a local school for visually impaired youth, Matt runs into his childhood best friend, with whom he lost touch almost 20 years prior.

Warnings/Tags: None.

Word Count: ~3,400

A/N: Getting ready to earn our rating, friends. 😏

Knock-tap-tap-knock tap-tap-knock knock knock-tap-knock-knock!

Matt grinned as he heard the secret knock he and Y/N had used when they were kids on his door. He walked over to the door and opened it. "You remembered it."

"Of course I did," Y/N replied.

Matt stepped out of the doorway. "Come on in."

He waited until Y/N had stepped inside and closed the door behind her, then wrapped his arms around her in a hug. "Hi."

Y/N melted into him, tilting her face up towards his. "Hi."

Matt gave her a soft, slow kiss. "Hi."

Y/N giggled, nuzzling his nose with hers. "Mmm, hi."

Matt gave her another quick peck before letting go and stepping back. "Dinner will be ready in a minute. Want anything to drink while we wait? I've got beer, wine, water, soda…"

"Water is fine."

Matt walked over to his refrigerator and grabbed two bottles of water, then handed one to Y/N. "Here you go."

He gestured towards his couch. "Wanna sit for a minute while we wait for dinner?"

"Yeah, sure."

They moved over to Matt's living area and sat facing each other.

"I like the new designer sunglasses," Y/N said. "Very chic."

Matt huffed out a laugh. "Quite the upgrade from the cheap dollar-store pair I used to wear, huh?"

Y/N hummed. "I dunno, I always thought those had looked fine on you. I do really like these though. They suit your face shape a bit better than your old ones did."

Matt bit his lip. "Actually, do you mind if I take them off? I don't usually wear my glasses at home but I wasn't sure if you'd still be comfortable with it."

"No, of course I don't mind. Never bothered me before, why should it now?"

Matt took his glasses off and set them on his coffee table, then turned back towards Y/N.

He had never really worn his sunglasses whenever he and Y/N were alone -- about 3 months into their friendship he had accidentally misplaced them in his room and had been frantically searching for them when Y/N had walked in. "What's wrong?" Y/N had asked.

"My sunglasses," Matt had replied, fumbling around the small desk that was the only other furniture in the room besides his bed and the bedside table where he usually kept them. "I can't find my sunglasses."

Y/N had taken his hand and sat him down in the chair next to his desk. "Here, it's okay, I'll find them for you."

After searching for a few minutes, she had located Matt's glasses under his bed. "You know," she had said as she handed them to him, "you don't have to wear them when it's just us if you don't want to."

Matt had turned towards her, his brow furrowing. Most people had seemed uncomfortable around him when he wasn't wearing his sunglasses -- but then again, he was very quickly learning that Y/N wasn't most people. "Really?"

"Yeah. Your eyes are really pretty. I like them."

"Okay. Thanks."

Y/N was the only person Matt had ever truly felt comfortable around without his glasses -- just another reason he was sure she had to have been an angel.

He could feel her eyes on him now. "What? Is there something on my face?"

Y/N huffed out a soft laugh. "Oh, no, I'm sorry."

She reached out and cupped Matt's cheeks in her hands, tracing her thumbs underneath his eyes. "I'd forgotten just how beautiful your eyes are. Got lost in them for a second."

Matt felt his face heat. God, I love her.

Y/N gave him a gentle kiss between his eyes before letting him go. "So, how was your day?"

Matt smiled. "It was good. How was yours?"

"Good. Had a lot of kids from Lavelle sign up for library service today, and even got a few interested adults."

"That's great."

Y/N took a sip of her water. "I noticed you're not a patron."

Matt shook his head. "I don't have a lot of time to read these days."

Y/N tsked. "Well that's sad."

"I probably should sign up though, shouldn't I? Especially if I'm dating one of the librarians."

Y/N giggled. "You don't have to, Matty, I was just surprised you weren't a patron, especially since I know how much you used to like listening to me read to you when we were kids."

That's because it was you reading to me, Matt thought.

He grinned and shook his head. "No, I want to. What do I need to do to get signed up?"

"Well, I can either bring you an application or we can pull it up online and print it out, but either way I'll help you fill it out. Or if you've got time one day you can come by and sign up in person."

"Would I get to see you? Because that would definitely work for me."

Y/N let out a light laugh. "Actually, yes. While I am the children's librarian, I also handle adult patrons whose last names begin with the letter M, so when you come in I'll be the one to assist you. Just let me know when you'll be coming by and I can get everything together."

"How about tomorrow? We can grab lunch and I'll get signed up while I'm dropping you off."

"Yeah, that sounds good."

Matt grinned. "So that means you'll be my own personal librarian, right?"

Y/N laughed. "Of sorts. You'll just have to share me with about 500 other patrons."

"Mmm, I guess I can do that." Matt wrapped his arms around her waist. "As long as I'd be your favorite."

Y/N pretended to think for a moment. "Well, I dunno, considering it'd be a toss-up between a 98-year-old former actress and my, um, my…" Y/N paused.

Matt licked his lips nervously. While he knew that he and Y/N were on the same page as far as dating went, he still wasn't sure if she was ready to label their relationship, especially since it was so new. Worth a shot though. "Your… boyfriend?"

Y/N hummed thoughtfully and slid a hand up Matt's torso to rest on his chest, right where the cross she had given him still rested. "Well I was going to say 'best friend turned love of my life', but considering you've been the love of my life pretty much since the moment we met, yeah. Let's go with 'boyfriend'."

Matt grinned. "Hmm. Well yeah, I don't know if I can compete with a 98-year-old former actress. I bet she's got some really interesting life stories."

"Well now, hang on, while Ms. McSwinney does have a lot of interesting life stories, I know for a fact that you do too, especially since I was personally involved in the making of several of them… and I plan on being involved in a lot more."

Matt nuzzled Y/N's nose with his. "Will you still read to me?"

Y/N reached up and caressed his cheek with the hand that wasn't currently still resting on his chest. "Of course. Some of my favorite memories were of us in the library at St. Agnes… you laying with your head in my lap while I stroked your hair and read aloud to you from some of our favorite books. In fact, I brought my copy of The Crucible if you want me to start making good on my offer to read that one to you."

Matt shook his head. "Mmm, as nice as that sounds, maybe next time? I kinda had other plans for us after dinner."

"Oh really? And what kind of plans are those , Mr. Murdock?"

Matt grinned at Y/N's teasingly suggestive tone. While he did hope that they'd be getting naked later, he had a surprise for her beforehand. "You'll see."

He bit his lip. "But speaking of being involved in the making of some of my more interesting life stories, Foggy wants to meet you."

"Foggy… your business partner?"

Matt nodded.

"Yeah, ok. Just tell me when."

"How about Tuesday evening? He and I and our former office assistant Karen all get together at Josie's Bar for drinks after work. Also, how would you like to go visit my mother with me? We can go to Mass together on Sunday and talk to her afterwards."

"Yeah, both sound fine. It'll actually be really great to see Sister Maggie again, and it'll be nice to meet your partner."

Matt smiled. He knew that his mother would be delighted to see Y/N as well and would be happy to see that they were finally together. "Great. I'll let Foggy and Karen know about Tuesday, and I know for sure that my mother will be happy to see you again too."

"Um, so speaking of meeting each other's friends and families, I usually Zoom with Aunt Ruth on Sunday afternoon after she gets back from Mass around 1 o'clock or so, so would you want to join me this week so I can introduce you?" Y/N sounded hesitant, as if she thought Matt would refuse.

Matt hadn't formally met Y/N's aunt when she had come to pick Y/N up 19 years ago, which wasn't surprising considering what the woman had thought of him at the time. He just hoped she had eventually changed her mind or was at least willing to give him a chance now. "Yeah, okay."

"Great."

Matt turned towards his oven as the timer went off. "That'll be dinner."

He gave her a quick kiss then stood. "Ready to eat?"

"Yeah, ready when you are."

Matt took the casserole he had baked out of the oven, then they served themselves and sat at Matt's table.

"Mmm," Y/N said as she took a bite. "This is delicious."

"Thanks."

"So did you learn how to cook in college?"

Matt nodded with a smile. "I couldn't just live on take-out and ramen, so I kind of had to."

Y/N laughed. "Yeah, that was one good thing about living at home during college. Aunt Ruth and I took turns making dinner."

They continued talking while they ate and once they were finished Matt cleared their plates.

"Okay, so…" Matt said as they walked back into his living area, "I have something for you."

He picked up the note he had written to Y/N the night before she had left St. Agnes. "You weren't the only one who kept old letters."

Y/N gasped. "Is that --"

Matt nodded. "The letter I wrote you right before you left. I had hidden it with all the notes I got from you when we were kids and just remembered that I still had it after I got home last night."

"Will you read it to me?"

Matt nodded. "If you want."

He unfolded it and set it on his coffee table.

"Dear Y/N," he began, "There's so much I want to say to you that I don't even know where to begin, but since you're leaving tomorrow to go live with your aunt I need to at least try to put some of it into words.

You're not even gone yet but I already miss you, angel. I miss the sound of your voice while you're reading to me, the feel of your fingers gently carding through my hair when you're calming me down whenever I'm overwhelmed, and the combination of the rhythm of your heartbeat and steady breathing while we lay in each other's arms on the nights when one of us sneaks into the other's room because we can't sleep.

I know I've always been able to tell you everything, but there's one thing that I haven't ever found the courage to… at least, not while you were awake, anyway. I can't even begin to count the number of times I've whispered it to you while you were asleep in my arms.

So here goes, my biggest secret coming to light: I'm in love with you.

Yeah, you read that right, angel. I'm in love with you, and it scares the hell out of me. You're the best thing I ever could've hoped for when I arrived at St. Agnes 8 years ago and I want to spend the rest of my life with you, but as much as I want it, I know I'm not even remotely worthy enough to ask for your love in return.

If you don't feel the same way, we can just forget I wrote you this letter and go on like we always have been. I'd rather have you in my life as my platonic best friend than not at all.

But if by some miracle you do feel the same (and even though I don't deserve it, God, how I hope you do) then I promise you that I will spend every day of the rest of my life trying to prove myself worthy of you.

I love you, Y/N. Hopefully one day I'll get the chance to tell you in person.

Forever yours,

Matt"

"You thought you weren't good enough for me?" Y/N said after a few moments of silence.

Matt shook his head as he turned to face her. "You were always so gentle, and caring, and kind, and loving, and -- and, well, angelic, and it was like my grandmother always said, 'Murdock boys have the devil in them', so…" He trailed off.

Y/N scoffed. "So, what? You figured you'd atone for whatever imaginary sins you thought you'd committed by not allowing yourself to be loved in return?"

"Actually it was more like I was afraid I'd corrupt you."

"Corrupt me? What the --" Y/N sounded frustrated. "How could you 'corrupt' me when you were literally the answer to my prayers, Matthew?"

Matt furrowed his brow in confusion. "What are you talking about?"

Y/N let out a deep sigh. "I guess I actually did keep a couple of secrets from you, because a few days before you arrived at St. Agnes I asked God to send me a friend, someone around my age with whom I could sit and read or talk and laugh -- someone with whom I could share my deepest thoughts and desires. I never would've thought that He'd answer my prayer so quickly, but as soon as I saw you I knew you were the one I had asked for."

Matt sucked in a breath. He'd always assumed that Y/N had been bored and just wanted someone to talk to that first day. He'd had no idea that she had actually prayed for someone and had believed that he had been the answer to her prayers.

He shook his head. "How could you possibly have been so sure it was me?"

Y/N reached up and cupped Matt's face in her hands, smoothing his eyebrows with her thumbs. "Because I specifically asked God to send me someone special, someone unlike anyone else I had ever met."

Matt swallowed, trying to keep his voice even. "Well, I certainly was different, wasn't I?"

Y/N gave him a gentle kiss. "You are everything I ever could have hoped for, Matt."

Matt's heart squeezed at the certainty in her tone. " Y/N."

Y/N snuggled up against his side. "Do you think we would've eventually gotten together when we were kids had I not left?"

"I would have hoped so." Matt turned and pressed a kiss to the side of her head. "Before we found out you were leaving I had promised myself that if I hadn't already done it, that I'd tell you how I felt on my 18th birthday."

Y/N let out a light laugh. "Hoping to score a good birthday present?"

Matt shook his head with a chuckle. "Only if it'd have been you, angel. I knew I'd be leaving for college soon after that, so I'd either just have to deal with the sting of rejection for a few months or I'd at least be able to spend a few months with you as my girlfriend before we would only be able to get together on weekends until you had also graduated and joined me at school… assuming you had decided to go to the same college as me."

Y/N trailed a finger down Matt's chest. "Mmm, that would've been fun. Sneaking around even more than we already did, making out when we were supposed to be studying or while we were alone in the library when I was reading to you, actually doing what Sister Bernadette thought we were up to…"

Matt huffed out a laugh. "As much as I wanted to, I probably would've waited for that last part, at least until we were no longer both at St. Agnes. Can't promise what would've happened once I got you alone in my dorm room, though."

Y/N let out a chuckle of her own. "Yeah, now that I think about it it probably would've actually felt really weird hooking up in our bedrooms at St. Agnes."

"Still would've been a lot of making out though."

"Oh, absolutely."

Matt smiled softly. "Before you left I used to imagine what our life together would be like after St. Agnes."

"Oh?" Y/N snuggled back up against him. "Do tell, Mr. Murdock."

"Well, having assumed that I had finally worked up the nerve to tell you that I was in love with you and also having assumed that you had felt the same, since you'd just be starting college we'd probably live in separate dorms for the first few years even though we'd probably spend more time together than apart, so by the time you'd be a junior and I'd be a senior I'd ask you about moving in together. Presuming you'd say yes, we'd get an apartment and spend the year in domestic bliss, then I'd graduate and start law school while you finished up the final year of your bachelor's program."

Matt paused. "By the time you'd graduate with your bachelor's degree I'd be ready to propose, so I'd plan something special like take you on vacation disguised as a graduation celebration or something like that. Then when the moment was right I'd get down on one knee and ask you to spend the rest of your life with me as my wife. We'd finish school, get married, have a few kids, and live happily ever after, me as a successful attorney and you as a successful… well, librarian, I suppose."

Y/N sucked in a breath. "I'd have said yes, you know. To all of it."

Matt sighed. "I know, angel." Hopefully you'll still say yes when the time comes.

"Speaking of making out, I, um, I have a surprise for you too. I mean, it's actually pretty stupid, but…"

Matt heard Y/N rummage through her purse and pull something out, then he heard the soft 'pop' of a plastic cap being taken off of a tube before the scent of coconut filled his nose.

A smile spread across his face as he recognized the lip balm Y/N had worn as a kid. "Is that what I think it is?"

Y/N huffed out a light laugh. "Maybe. Why don't you kiss me and find out?"

Matt cupped her face in his hands and pressed his lips to hers.

Holy shit. He had been right -- Y/N's lips did taste amazing. He slid his hands down her arms and around her waist, savoring the combination of coconut and Y/N as Y/N deepened the kiss.

Matt pulled her closer, one hand moving to slide up under the skirt of the silk dress she wore in order to grip her thigh.

Y/N let out a whimper into his mouth as Matt pulled her into his lap.

Heat and desire raced through Matt's blood. He wanted to hear Y/N make that noise over and over again… preferably while he was buried deep inside her.

He groaned as Y/N ground down against him, the scent of her arousal filling his nose and making his head spin. "Fuck, Y/N… "

Y/N ground down against him again. "Take me to bed, Matty, baby, please."

Shit. How could he deny his angel anything when she asked so sweetly? "Hold on to me."

Y/N linked her arms around him as he stood and carried her to his bedroom, intent on showing her just how much he loved her.

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Simon "Ghost" Riley x Male!Reader Mafia AU (Chapter 8) Controlled Burning

Summary: Their so far bliss-filled, almost lovingly, time spent away from the business and Price is cut short with unfortunate news. With no choice but to escape they begin their journey towards France.

Warnings: alluded to canon typical violence, emotional distance.

Word count: 1,6K

The tension was high as (Y/N) prepared breakfast. He had let his business side slip and it had affected Simon who was sitting by the kitchen island with a cup of tea between his hands. His eyes were looking down at the tea, watching the rings form as (Y/N) moved about in the kitchen. His breaths came out silent, as though he was minimising his presence, not wanting to be seen or heard. It looked weird, that such a large imposing man could shrink away, a man who (Y/N) was sure had faced worse or perhaps it was just a shock to see the man he shared a bed with go from somewhat loving to completely the opposite.

Yet (Y/N) couldn’t make himself care too much, after all, Simon, no, Ghost was here to protect him. His father had said to not get attached, to not fully trust Ghost. (Y/N) couldn’t see why, couldn’t understand why his father would possibly tell him that right before sticking him someplace remote with the man.

(Y/N) was conflicted, on one hand, he was honoured to get to know Simon and not Ghost but on the other hand, his father's words and worry still had a hold of him.

(Y/N) placed some buttered Toast and scrambled eggs in front of Simon who looked up at him and blinked. “Sorry, I was in my own thoughts.” He said, letting go of his cup.

(Y/N) placed his hand on top of Simon’s and smiled. “Hey. Don’t worry about it, Si.” He said, leaning on the table. There was only one way to prevent Simon from betraying him. He needed to make the man attached to him, completely and thoroughly. “I am sorry for earlier, I didn’t mean to spook you.” (Y/N) didn’t lie, he hadn’t meant to spook nor scare Simon. “I let myself get carried away and that isn’t alright.”

Simon’s eyes searched for any notion of lie or punishment but found nothing. Simon simply gave a small smile. “I know, (Nickname),” Simon said, his voice hiding how shaken he still was.

The difference between Ghost and Simon was just as night and day. Two complete sides and (Y/N) had wormed his way to Simon without even trying. (Y/N) had Simon wrapped around his finger in a way that could only be described as dangerous. Yet, (Y/N) wasn’t aware of this. After all… How could anyone love a monster such as (Y/N)? Whose hands were stained with the blood of both innocence and sinners alike? Hands that had choked out people since childhood and killed since his early teen years. (Y/N) in many ways was just as guilty and broken as Simon, he just hid it better.

“Eat, you need to get your blood sugar up.” (Y/N) said, gently letting his thumb run across Simon’s hand. “I am going outside and taking a swim, I will be back within an hour, if you feel like coming out I would enjoy your company.” (Y/N) said before letting go. He shot Simon a smile before going to get dressed.

(Y/N) wore swimming trunks before heading out into the water, his towel resting on the chairs. He started swimming, making sure to keep an eye out. Not only for people but also for other things. (Y/N) wasn’t superstitious by nature but he would be damned if he didn’t listen to the mythology of the land he was in, there was always a grain of truth hidden somewhere.

(Y/N) swam for 20 minutes before he heard the door open and close, he stopped and glanced back before seeing Simon standing and watching him. (Y/N) smirked a bit as he swam over, easily getting right up next to the area where the deck entered the water.

(Y/N) placed his arms on the deck. “Hey, sailor~ Come here often?” He asked, drawing a chuckle from Simon.

“Ya a mermaid?” Simon asked as he sat down a bit away from (Y/N) but still within arms reach. “Merman? Is that the name of a male mermaid?”

(Y/N) chuckled and tilted his head a bit. “I could be a merman, but no I don’t think I can sing well enough to be a…” Simon's phone begins ringing.

He picked it up and glanced at the name before answering. “Yes?”

On the other line, a cough came. ‘Get my son out of the country, things have gone to shits. I am fine but my son is the next in line for all of this, protect him at all costs. Soap get your fucking bombs under control!’ Price yelled at the end, causing Ghost to pull away from the phone slightly. ‘There is a man by the docks that you will go to, you know who, he will get you both on a boat to France, the safest option by far. Do you understand?’

“Yes sir. I understand.” Ghost said, his eyes hardened.

‘Good, leave immediately, someone tipped them off about your location. Scorch earth, Ghost. Burn it all down, I don’t want anything remaining there.’ Price said a heavy tone of sadness was present.

“Okay, I can do that,” Ghost said, his sentences short and to the point. He was, after all, on the job.

‘Good, if I don’t make it, Soap will contact you.’ Price said before hanging up. Simon pulled out his balaclava and put it on before standing. He held a hand out to (Y/N) who took it and stood up.

“I will get dressed.” (Y/N) said and grabbed his towel. He hurried into the house and gathered his things in his bag, never more than he could carry. Only the most important things could be packed up with no problems. (Y/N) opted for dressing in something more casual, less noticeable. Some regular jeans and a loose t-shirt. He glanced in the mirror and nodded to himself. He was decent. He looked normal, average if you will.

Meanwhile, Ghost was packed in little time, his bag in the car with some jerky for them both and some water bottles. He took the extra gas and began pouring it everywhere in the cabin, making sure to get the files first. He walked back upstairs and looked at (Y/N) standing at the door. “Ready to leave, sir?” Ghost asked.

(Y/N) nodded. “Of course, Ghost. I will be in the car.” He said and left. Things had gone sideways enough that they needed to run, to get away. If things got even worse (Y/N) knew he had someone he could call to help, someone who would offer them sanctuary no questions asked. (Y/N) got into the back seat and glanced away as the house was set aflame.

Ghost got into the driver's seat and took off.

(Y/N) leaned back, his eyes never leaving the window. He wasn’t even looking outside, he just got lost in his own mind. He had gotten too used to Simon, the detached state of Ghost wasn’t in his plans. He didn’t know how to work with that side of the man. It wasn’t something he had calculated for. Simon was a sweet man starving for touch and praise. Very broken, like (Y/N) but he could be helped away from it. Even if just a little. But Ghost was different. Ghost was a mask used to scare people and to keep Simon under wraps, to keep out his emotions and self-doubt. Ghost was the soldier who followed every order without hesitation. A perfectly crafted and moulded specimen that his father had full control over and (Y/N), for one, couldn’t wait to have the same control.

“If we get followed into France I have someone we can go to, he operates an old bunker system that the french government doesn’t know about.” (Y/N) said.

Ghost glanced in the rearview mirror for a second before looking back to the road. “What is his name?”

“König.” (Y/N) replied and shifted in his sleep. “He has full loyalty to me, he would take us in, no questions asked and he would never say a word to anyone about us being there.”

“When we get to France, we will consider if we should call him.” That was all that Ghost said.

(Y/N) nodded and leaned back, he prepared for a long drive and an even longer sail trip. It would be nighttime by the time they arrived in France, and they would need a hotel before going anywhere.

“I will book us a hotel, a fully discrete place.” (Y/N) said and took his phone out. “The rooms are small, not designed for two so we will need to share a bed.”

Ghost hummed in response, confirming that it was okay.

I love the smell of rain on a sunny afternoon, preferably close to the city. I like the noise level at two in the evening. It’s all quiet.

(Y/N) gave a nod, closed himself off and opened the web link.

No, I always get restless. But if it changes I usually take something light, like müsli bars.

The person on the other side started writing.

I like that time as well. Do you like eating around that time?

(Y/N) replied before the chat shut down. “And we have a reservation.”

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Guess who started being consumed by playing BG3??? 👁👄👁

In honour of this INCREDIBLE game, here's my Tav!

(Sorry that the photo quality isn't the best, these are not in-game screenshots! I just took pics with my phone, but I do wanna say that my Tav has a LOT of freckles on her body that the pics didn't do justice)

Her name is Mon'sun and SHE IS MAH FUCKING BABYYY 😭❤️❤️❤️

I plan on writing a fic with her and the star himself (AKA MY DARLING 🥰): ✨️Astarion✨️ I already have a SHITLOAD of ideas, I just wanna play some more first and see how Astarion's romance pans out before I begin! So if that's something you'd be interested in reading, thanks sooo much and deffo keep a lookout for any updates~ Also, their ship name is SunStar which is JUST THE CUTEST FUCKING THING ALSKDJSKLJ

And I just wanna give my deepest love and gratitude to my two queens @kuroosexuall and @matchamocchi 💕 They have been nothing but patient and supportive of all my SERIOUSLY unhealthy fangirling over the sassy vampy elfy as well as my OC 🥲

But for the meantime, while I still haven't written my fic, below are some (*cough* a LOT so buckle up *cough*) stuff I've thought up for Mon'sun! Just to give y'all a fun lil taste of how I imagine her as a character, though I'm sure as I continue to play I'll get even more ideas and I'll probably have to edit this or post more about her, in which all posts connected to her will be tagged as #Mon'sun and Mon'sun x Astarion being tagged as #SunStar so y'all can easily search for them if you're interested. BTW I purposely left out extra details regarding her childhood as well as her thoughts about the tadpole cuz those are stoofs I'd like to reveal and explore in my fic!

And sadly, I'm not an artist, but I'm planning on and SO excited to commission various artworks of Mon'sun and SunStar from some truly extraordinary artists when the time comes so just wait for thy eyes to be blessed! \(^o^)/ Speaking of, if y'all are ever curious about Mon'sun, please don't hesitate to send me asks and such cuz your interest in my baby would be the BIGGEST honour 🥹

Now, without further ado...

Get to know "The Scarred Bard" under the cut!

In the game, I chose Voice 8 for Mon'sun but I headcanon that her voiceclaim is annapantsu (YouTuber who does a lot of amazing song covers!! 🙌)

Her theme song is Love Runs Out by OneRepublic

She does have a last name that she took on in honour from the woman who adopted her in Baldur's Gate but she hasn't found the need to tell anyone what it is

A drow half-elf and a College of Lore bard 🎵

Tends to face a lot of discrimination due to being a "filthy half-breed" and possessing drow ancestry, not to mention her drow parent being Lolth-sworn; her blood red right eye a telltale sign and a deep, angry scar permanently carved across it a merciless reminder of what she resents about herself

Occasionally has dreams and thoughts of the goddess Lolth speaking to her, tempting her with sweet whispers of cruelty and darkness. Mon'sun tries her damndest to resist--to stay on the path of good--but violent impulses erupt when the thin string of her patience (and sanity) snaps and it feels so fucking good

Mon'sun aligns as a chaotic neutral character. While she does try to be good, she is quite an unorthodox heroine in her personal little tale and can be pushed to make extreme decisions should she feel that they are for the better...or just whichever's a more fun option 🤭

Survived a poor and bleak childhood, but full of love in her early years; certain circumstances impacted this happiness which drastically changed everything

One of the youngest in the party, only in her early to mid 20s. And though she's not sure when her actual birth date is, she does consider the day she was adopted--saved--as such

Very resilient and versatile even through the worst scenarios (likely due to her past), but would much rather avoid problems whenever possible. She may be seen as a bit of a coward because of this though she certainly doesn't mind (she'd like to keep her gorgeous head, thank you very much!). However, there are times where she exhibits great bravery, such as standing up for the weak and defending innocents regardless of the consequences. She can also be quite mischievous and defiant with her enemies, truly a bard through and through with her vicious mockery 😈

She tries to see the good in everyone, to be patient and understanding, giving them the same chance she hopes to receive if she ever finds herself in a similar situation. However, some fuckers don't deserve that kindness and a sick, exhilarating part of her deep down yearns for the bloodshed sure to stain her hands. After all... She would only be granting them a mercy by ending their repulsive, pathetic lives...right?

She is proficient with weapons though she prefers casting spells especially ones that can be utilized from a good distance (Fireball being one of her all-time favourites--efficient and hot, both in a sexy way and an "I will feed your barbecued corpses to my widdle baby owlbear" way). She's also a fantastic cheerleader; she will happily let the stronger people on the team handle the grittier scraps of battle while she does a jaw-dropping performance of ✨️Bardic Inspiration✨️ on the sidelines (Lae'zel STRONGLY disapproves)

Skilled in stealth and sleight of hand accompanied by a biting wit (seriously, she has the potential to have been a rogue instead). Tries her best to make an honest living as a wandering bard, but whenever money and options are tight then she's driven to petty thievery. Although, as much as she hates to admit it, there is something in her that utterly relishes in the intoxicating rush of crime

Lockpicking is more so a hobby rather than a necessity for her. Funnily enough, with how much she likes to explore, she probably came across and "collected" the key that opens that mysterious door advancing the party's adventure. However, the key seems to be merely decorative because Mon'sun already opened the door since the shiny lock caught her eye as soon as the party stepped into the room! She'll even lockpick a shabby chest filled with absolutely nothing simply because she finds it to be a fun game to pass the time while everyone else debates on the next course of action (like a child being given a toy to amuse themselves with while the adults discuss boring adult shit). Astarion will even join her sometimes, and they also constantly challenge each other on who gets to disarm a trap first while the rest of the party make bets on who will win

What she lacks in strength, she makes up for with her incredible dexterity

While she is a survivor in her own right, she can't deny that pure dumb luck has saved her more times than a bard has bedded a dragon...which is definitely saying a lot

After travelling around for so long, the vast world of Faerûn has fuelled her curious mind with quite an impressive amount of knowledge along with fascinating stories to tell. But while she basks in the freedom of it all, her heart aches for a true sense of belonging; a home

She loves--and I mean LOVES--looting dead bodies. While their demise is certainly unfortunate, their loss is her grateful gain as well as a much less criminal way to obtain some quick valuables (hey, she can sympathize and get rich. It's a win-win!)

A biiit of a hoarder (perhaps she was a dragon in a past life, she jokes). Her pack is nearly always full of various junk, good and bad. She gets attached easily to these items and keeps making the excuse that "they could be handy or fetch for a pretty penny one day" all while almost never actually trying to get rid of them (DEFINITELY not me projecting myself here 👀)

She is VERY charismatic, successfully deceiving or talking her way out of many toils and even persuading powerful creatures to side with her which makes her pretty powerful, too, in her own right. On the other (much darker) hand... This sweet, cheerful bard has convinced some enemies to literally kill themselves, saving her from aaall the tough work she really can't be bothered with of ridding them herself--and she'll gladly do it again in a heartbeat. Work smarter, not harder as they say! 👏

Confident, outgoing, and playful with a flair for the theatrical; also rather perceptive to the people and things around her, but can be serious and empathetic when needed. Often tries to keep a positive (if not naive) outlook on life and continues to hold hope for a better future against all odds, yet is actually burying a devastating loneliness and pain within the depths of her soul

Can be a flirt and almost never hesitates to sleep with any man interested in her. For her, however, it's not about physical pleasure--it's about intimacy. Chasing after the high of being in someone's strong embrace, their warmth melting the icy melancholy her heart is trapped in; even if only for one, meaningless night

Despite everything, she has a big heart. She has a hard time saying no to anyone in need, her selflessness (or too much of it for that matter) sometimes leading to be a weakness. She particularly has a soft spot for children and animals, as well as being able to understand and communicate with the latter thanks to the "Speak with Animals" spell. And while she is a chaotic neutral, she instantly becomes chaotic good (emphasis on chaotic) when it comes down to animals, literally slaying everything in her path if it ensures the animal is safe from those that hurt it as well as adopting any stray back in camp if it's possible (Astarion hated it at first, until an ungodly swarm of adorable cats eventually started to appear 😹)

Besides her affinity for dramatics and the spotlight, she is usually a pretty relaxed person. That all changes, however, when a party is involved. Bring her to a lively tavern and pump some drinks into her system and she's more than ready to live it up the entire night! Good luck trying (and failing) to rein her back in... She's toootally not banned from a few taverns because of this 🙃

Talented in singing and playing many different instruments, but her main instrument of choice is the lyre. The lyre that she ventures everywhere with is from her childhood, a gift from someone near and dear to her heart. The "Spider's Lyre" as it's curiously called, in which her nimble fingers have nearly been sliced off countless times in her youth while practicing due to its dagger sharp strings, but she cherishes it like her own life

Although music is her passion--her blood--she indulges in other forms of creative art like writing and drawing when she has the time. She proudly showed off her skills this one instance when she doodled on Vlaakith's portrait in Crèche Y'llek. She believes she made it look so much better, but you could say that she and Lae'zel had...creative differences. But was it worth it even though she got chased around by Lae'zel afterwards as the gith maniacally swung her sword, Astarion giggling in the background while everyone else tried to stop Lae'zel? Oh, absolutely!

While she doesn't have much and has learned to make the most out of very little, she's quite vain and puts in the time and effort to take care of her appearance. As a bard, she lives to perform, but stands by the firm belief that her beauty needs to shine as brightly as her stage presence does lest she's hardly a bard at all

Easily makes friends almost everywhere she goes (even with more, um, questionable folks), but difficult for her to open up more and feel that she is genuinely close to someone (until she met the companions, that is)

Has a little habit where she fiddles with her eyebrow piercings whenever she's anxious or deep in thought

She's not a fan of dark spaces. She's not afraid of the dark, but being in any gloomy place for too long makes her feel uneasy and prone to panic attacks, desperate to feel the sun on her face again. One of the reasons why she's never visited the Underdark before, opting instead to learn about such dangerous beauty through books and other adventurers' experiences

When she's being idle...well, she's not very idle at all. She's always softly humming something to herself or slightly bouncing/dancing in place

Keeps the party entertained on their journey through singing and sharing tall tales. Well, "entertained" is a bit of a stretch, considering Lae'zel's always screaming at Mon'sun to shut up (spoiler alert: she won't) 🤐

Has nicknames for everyone in the party: Astarion is Astie (later on "my star" when romanced and Astarion calls her "my sun"), Gale is Big G, Lae'zel is Lae-Lae (*cough* more like Lae-Me-To-DEATH *cough*), Karlach is Spicy Mama, Shadowheart is Shady Girl, and Wyll is Bof (short for Blade of Frontiers). Can't say that everyone's too pleased with what they're so lovingly (and weirdly) bestowed with, but they just got used to it and allows only Mon'sun to refer to them as such

Can be deemed as the therapist of the group. While she absolutely has issues of her own (and plenty, might I add), she chooses instead to focus on everyone else and help them. She is super protective over them (although, one pale elf in particular has caught her favour out of all)

While she cares a lot about everyone in the party, she does consider Gale to be her bestfriend. They just get along really well together; Mon'sun proves to be an eager and like-minded listener/conversationalist to the wizard prodigy's ramblings while Gale is just thrilled that someone (and so pretty, too) is actually so kind and attentive to him as an individual, even helping him with his little--well, BIG--situation. Astarion, on the other hand... Well, let's just say that he's not as thrilled for Mon'sun to be so close to someone else, especially Gale of all weirdos 🙄

She's a pretty colourful person so it fits that her apparel is the same. She'll never be caught dead wearing something so woeful as plain ol' black or white. In fact, being so unbearably boring may just be the cause of her death!

Has complicated feelings about gods. They're interesting, for sure, and she respects anyone's beliefs in them though she wouldn't exactly put her faith in any of them let alone kneel (looking at you Vlaakith). She'd rather put her faith in herself--just like she always has--but that doesn't mean she won't take advantage of any "divine" blessings that may come her way. Such is the case when she obtained the Phalar Aluve sword from the Underdark, offering a tiny bit of her blood in exchange which pleased Eilistraee yet greatly pissed off Lolth (Mon'sun the chaos gremlin definitely got a kick out of that especially since she knows the big scary spider lady can't do anything to her...she thinks. She hopes)

While she certainly revels in having the upper hand in troublesome situations, she's not really a power-hungry person. Although, having power does have its perks. She won't lie, she has played around in her tadpole-infested mind the far-fetched but very possible idea of seizing the Absolute's followers under her own control (I mean, hey, if there's one thing she's learned during this unique little trip is that anything is possible). Not all cultists are actually evil; she likes to think that she could give them a fair shot at redemption, and it doesn't hurt that some of these cultists are powerful people that could potentially be used to "liberate the world of evil"... Blame (or rather thank) Astarion for unlocking (hehe subtle pun) this ambition of hers, though she doesn't think she could ever do this without Astarion ruling by her side--together

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