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xomakara · 9 months

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It Started With a Kiss

SUMMARY | You always spend your birthdays with DoJaeJung since your birthdays all land in the same month. After being friends and fuckbuddies with them for the longest, you're finally ready to have all three of them as your birthday present. PAIRINGS | DoJaeJung/Fem!Reader GENRE | filthy smut, unprotected sex, dirty talk, slight dom/sub theme, oral sex, fingering, mouth stuffing, anal play, pet names, foursome(?) RATING | Mature LENGTH | 6,277 words AUTHOR’S NOTE | This was also sitting in my computer waiting to be uploaded LOL. I don't even know if I would call this a foursome...maybe? IDK, i normally write one on one smut so this was a bit of a challenge for me. Hope it turned okay.

February 28 – Your Birthday

It was a quiet day until a knock sounded on your front door as you opened it to reveal Doyoung, Jaehyun, and Jungwoo. You frowned, the three NCT members making their way into your apartment, taking off their shoes and sliding their feet into the slippers that were reserved for them whenever they came over. You watched as they made their way towards your kitchen, the oldest of them pulling out a barstool from the counter island and the younger of the three opening the cabinet to pull out four coffee cups and start up the coffee maker.

“Not even a simple hi or anything?” You mumbled, watching them.

“Hi,” Jaehyun gives you a small hug and kiss before making his way towards the other two.

“Hey, Y/N.” Doyoung called out, patting the barstool next to him.

“Join us for some coffee.” Jungwoo gave you a mischievous grin. Why was he looking at you like that?

“Did we miss the memo that this is my apartment?” You muttered and shrugged, closing the door behind you, knowing full well that the other members of NCT would be knocking on your door sooner or later. No doubt with a large cake, balloons, and alcohol. “I’ll take tea instead, Jungwoo.”

You’ve been in the industry longer than any of the NCT members did and you thought it was your lucky day the moment that you met Doyoung. You remembered how he congratulated you on your comeback, made small talk about being fascinated that you were still active in the industry for such a long time. You met Jaehyun soon after while filming for a drama series, met Jungwoo while hosting a music show together, and then eventually you became friends with all of the members after running into each other in the apartment building where you all lived.

Once you found out that there were six NCT members that all had birthdays in February, Johnny had the smartest idea to celebrate everyone’s birthday all on one day. And it was decided that yours would be the day that they would celebrate it since you were the last one to have a February birthday and that it was the last day of the month, not including leap years.

Couldn’t you just have a simple birthday by yourself?

But then again, you always spent your birthdays alone before you met this bunch of chaotic men.

You had to admit that it was a nice change of pace even if you got annoyed by them every now and then.

You opened the door to the fridge and pulled out the container of coffee creamer and milk, putting them on the counter for whoever wanted what. It happened on most weeks when Doyoung, Jaehyun, Jungwoo, or DoJaeJung as you like to refer to them on most occasions, would come over to your apartment and hang out with you over coffee and TV. Out of all the members born in February, you had a closer relationship with them.

A more intimate friendship.

You had slept with Doyoung just once. You remember that first year where Johnny suggested that the February Gang celebrate everyone’s birthday on your birthday. You and Doyoung had snuck away from the party all tipsy and to avoid getting shit-faced drunk. You recall hanging out in Doyoung’s room, talking about random things, him leaning in and kissing you, you pulling at his clothes and before you knew it, you woke up in Doyoung’s bed the next morning. You remember the feel of his soft hands, the kisses on your body and you wanted a repeat of that.

You’ve never slept with Jungwoo as of yet. But you really, really wanted to. You accidently kissed Jungwoo during one of the music show shootings that you both hosted. It was meant to be a chaste kiss on the cheek but Jungwoo had suddenly turned his head and your lips landed on his. Since that day, Jungwoo would flirt and get handsy every chance he could get. Not that you would complain. His long fingers worked magic on your body.

You kissed Jaehyun because Mark dared you. You were at a party with the guys and one of the WayV guys decided truth and dare would be the perfect game to play. You knew it was just an excuse for the guys to try and attempt stuff with you or to hear your most crazy fantasies. So you decided to kiss Jaehyun not once, but twice, that night. One for the dare and the other because you really just wanted to kiss him. After the second kiss, Jaehyun made sure no one was around before dragging you to the bathroom and fucking you on the sink counter.

You’ve fucked Jaehyun the most.

He was just insatiable for you.

You never told them but you wanted to know how it would feel to have sex with all three of them. Would they agree to it? They obviously knew about each other but they’ve never disagreed about sharing you. Doyoung would hold your hands and kiss you on occasion, Jungwoo would get really handsy and Jaehyun always reached the limit of wanting to have sex with you. Even if the other two were in the room.

They seemed to be okay sharing you.

You stood next to Jaehyun, who handed you a mug filled with tea instead and brought it to your lips. The aromatic scent filled up your senses and you couldn’t help but sigh in contentment.

“What’s with that sigh?” Jaehyun asked, leaning against your counter as he watched you. “Sounds like you were quite satisfied.”

“Oh, shut up Jaehyun.” You mumbled, the male grinning from ear to ear. Doyoung had a smile on his face and began to sip his coffee from the comfort of your barstool. “I already know that I’m going to hate today. Please shoot me now.”

“Are you sure about that?” Jungwoo raised his eyebrows in a teasing manner. He was taking in your outfit−the short mini skirt, the too tight shirt that looked pretty sheer… were you even wearing a bra? “It’ll be a shame to see you go when you’re looking pretty sexy today.”

“I hate you, Kim Jungwoo.” You retorted, puffing out your cheeks.

Doyoung chuckled, noticing that Jaehyun had a smile on his face while watching you. What was he staring at? Looking in the same direction as Jaehyun, Doyoung coughed and looked away, gesturing to your outfit. “That’s short, Y/N.”

“Hmm?” You looked down at yourself and noticed that Doyoung was talking about the short mini skirt you had on. “What’s wrong with my skirt?”

“What’s not wrong with your skirt?” Jaehyun inputted as he looked you over once more. “You look fucking hot.”

“Please don’t change clothes on our account.” Jungwoo chuckled, watching as you flipped Jaehyun off.

Doyoung shrugged, refusing to look at your clothes. “I’m just saying. You’re going to be in an apartment filled with guys you know.”

“But it’s still my apartment. Plus, it’s my birthday. I get that Johnny wanted us all to celebrate today like we’ve been doing years already. But it’s still MY birthday. I still got to look good even though we’re just staying in.” You reminded him to which the older male nodded, muttering that he forgot. Feeling bold, you slid into Doyoung’s lap and wrapped your arms around his neck. “But Doyoung… Don’t you like the fact that it’s easy access to you know, fuck me?”

Doyoung raised an eyebrow. He was taken aback when you slid into his lap but when his hands laid on your hips, his eyes seemed to darken. “I’d rather have you wear that around us than the others.”

“Don’t pretend you don’t want to fuck me, you three.” You shrugged your shoulders at the three of them. You looked over to Jaehyun, noticing that he was staring intently at your blouse. “Tell me why we’re having the party at my place? We could’ve had it at one of your dorms. We all live in the same, damn building.”

“Our place is crowded with a crap load of stuff.” Jaehyun slowly teared his gaze away from your clothed upper body. “When you have loads of guys living together, it gets crowded even if we clean the place up.”

“Well the boys in the other dorm claim their apartment is clean but I doubt it.” Doyoung muttered, looking everywhere but at you. It was taking all the energy he had to not succumb to whatever emotions he was having. “Johnny thought it was a great idea to use your place. It’s just you in this big, humongous apartment.”

“Plus, I don’t think you want to find all the porn that’s probably scattered about the dorms.” Jungwoo inputted, grinning as you raised your fist at him. “I mean if you’d like to see our sexual preferences, be our guest.”

“I know all of Jaehyun’s kinky preferences, so I’m not worried.” You winked at Jaehyun. Giving Jungwoo a cheeky smile, you said, “What kind of kinks do you have Jungwoo? Show them to me?”

“Really?” Jaehyun chuckled, a finger running along your arm. “C’mon, Y/N. Today’s your birthday. Can’t you be nice for once?”

“I’m always nice!” You exclaimed, giving him a frown. “I’m so nice that I’m literally offering up myself to you three and you guys aren’t doing anything about it.”

Jaehyun raised his eyebrows, a small smile coming to his lips. “Tempting as that sounds…”

“Come on!” You whined, sliding off of Doyung’s lap. “Can’t we just tell the others that the party is cancelled because I just want to spend it with you three?”

“And do what, baby?” Jungwoo asked, his eyes looking your body up and down. “Did you just want to fuck?”

“Now, now, kitten. As much as I want to get my hands on you, it’ll have to wait.” Doyoung shook his head in amusement. Kitten? Why did it sound so sexy when he called you kitten? “Can you be a good girl for us? The others will be here any time soon.”

“We can discuss this later, princess.” Jaehyun nodded his head, leaning forward to kiss you. “And then we can reward you if you’ve been a good girl.”

“Okay…” You huffed and crossed your arms over your chest, the fabric of your shirt clinging to every curve of your body. It took forever for Jaehyun to tear his gaze away from you and when he did, he excused himself to use the restroom.

Doyoung got up from his seat and turned to you, a curious look on his face. “You really want to have sex with all three of us?”

“Yeah…” You sang, looking at him. You bit your bottom lip. “I thought about this for a long time, Doyoung. I want you all to fuck me. That's my birthday wish.”

“Fuck, baby.” Jungwoo ran a hand through his hair. “You’re killing me over here.”

“Jungwoo…” You trailed off, your hands at the waistband of his jeans. “Please, please can I suck you off?”

“I thought we agreed that if you were a good girl for us, we’d reward you?” Jungwoo raised an eyebrow, looking down at your lustful face. “You’re not being very good right now, baby.”

Doyoung lightly pulled you away from Jungwoo, his hands coming to rest on your ass. “You’re absolutely wet for us, aren’t you kitten? Wearing next to nothing underneath that outfit.”

“How did you know what I was wearing underneath?”

He let out an amused sigh. “Who was the one that accidently sent me a text of that semi-nude pic that was meant for Jaehyun?”

“Shit, I forgot about that.” You cursed yourself and face-palmed your forehead. You looked at Doyoung and Jungwoo, your face stating the fact that you were indeed sleeping with Jaehyun on more than one account. “I’m so horny for you three. I don’t know if I could behave.”

“Yes you can, baby.” Jungwoo answered, his thumb caressing your top lip.

Doyoung grabbed his phone from his pocket and raised an eyebrow, his fingers flying over the screen. He looked at you and gestured to the front door. “I’m going to head out for a bit. Johnny just texted me and said he needs help carrying things over to your place. Come on Jungwoo.”

“Does he still need an extra hand to carry things?” You shook your head and followed the men to the front door. “There’s seventeen other guys and still need you to help him? What the hell did they buy? The whole store?”

“Knowing them, probably.” Doyoung shrugged, pulling on his shoes. He nodded back at your apartment. “Don’t be doing naughty things while I’m gone.”

“Be our good girl.” Jungwoo added.

“I’ll be good.” You answered, watching as they cackled, their backs retreating out of sight. You shook your head, closed the door behind you and turned towards the living room. At the same time, Jaehyun opened the bathroom door and looked around, trying to locate Doyoung and Jungwoo.

“Where did the other two go?” He asked, his face in confusion.

“They went to go help Johnny .” You replied, going up to him and wrapping your arms around his neck. “Something about needing help carrying things? I think the boys bought the whole store.”

“Well that can’t be helped.” Jaehyun chuckled, his hands coming to wrap around your waist. “I finally get to have you alone now.”

You chuckled, looking up at him softly. “Were you waiting for them to leave this whole time?”

Jaehyun eyed you over, his fingers teasingly touching your bare skin as he slid them up your shirt from your waist. “With that outfit on? I’ve been dying to take you here and now.”

“I’m supposed to be a good girl, though.” You replied, cupping his cheek. You stared at his deep dark orbs. “As much as I would love you to fuck the living daylights out of me, the boys will be here anytime soon. And I actually want you all to fuck me. But first I should change.”

“What? Why?” Jaehyun bit his lower lip. He followed you to your bedroom and paused when he noticed that you began to undress. “But you looked so good in that outfit.”

“Of course I did.” You gazed back at him as he took in the state of your undress. You were shrugging out of your shirt and threw a plaid buttoned down shirt over your shoulders. You left the buttons undone, a sheer bralette covering your assets.

“Is that my shirt you’re wearing?” Jaehyun questioned from behind you.

“Yep! You left it here a few days ago and I haven’t done laundry and your shirt was somewhat clean.” You replied, swinging the hem of his shirt about. “Does it look good on me?”

“That explains why I couldn’t find it this morning.” He leaned against the door frame, crossing his arms across his chest and had to admit that you looked damn good in his shirt. His eyes widened when he noticed your sheer bralette and the fact that his shirt was hanging loosely on your body. “That’s not exactly a bra Y/N. Were you being a little adventurous or something?”

“You didn’t answer my question.” You chuckled and turned to face him, the cool air hitting your naked skin that wasn’t covered by clothes. “And it’s still a bra Jaehyun. Although it doesn’t offer that much protection.”

“I’m just saying...” He chuckled, throwing his head back in laughter. “Like something as thin as that could contain those massive tits of yours. But I really, really like it.”

“You’re such an idiot, Jaehyun.” You chuckled along with him. “Why did you think I wore it today?”

Most girls would have normally covered themselves and screamed their heads off when a guy would catch them half-naked. This case was completely different since Doyoung, Jaehyun and Jungwoo often caught you changing and although it bothered them the first couple of times, they’ve gotten used to the fact that you often roam your apartment with little to no clothes on.

One of the few perks of living alone you told them. You made some rules that since it was your apartment, you could be naked (or at least little clothed) from the waist up whenever you want, and that they should just get used to it. Jaehyun adapted quite well and so did the other two, but occasionally Doyoung would still blush when he would see you walking around in a bra.

“You gonna cover up?” Jaehyun asked as he reached your sides in a matter of seconds and took the sides of his shirts to start buttoning up the fabric. He slid one hand under the shirt you wore as he caressed your naked skin softly.

“I have no choice since you’re already buttoning it up. Don’t want the others to see my massive tits huh?” You teased him, watching as his eyes turned hazy with lust. Normally Jaehyun was the one to tease you non-stop but there were times when you got the upper hand. You started to undo the zipper to your short mini skirt and shimmied out of it, only to throw on some dark jeans. “Don’t you only want me for yourself?”

He studied you, his eyes scanning the sleek lines of your body. “I do want you for myself. But I see the way Doyoung and Jungwoo look at you.”

“Really?”

“Do you like them?”

“Of course I like them.” You turned to him. “Why do you ask?”

“I don’t know. The looks they give you when you’re not looking. Doyoung has that kind and gentle nature, Jungwoo is mischievous just like you. And those smiles you give them. I don’t know what to think.” Jaehyun shook his head. He placed his hands on your shoulder, looking down at you, capturing your attention. “I know we’re not dating or anything so I can’t really tell you who you can or can’t fuck.”

“So you’re okay with sharing me?”

He nodded, cupping your face to make you look at him. “If you want to be shared, then anything for you, princess.”

“So…”

“Noona! We’re here!”

“Y/N! Where do you want me to put the drinks?”

“Where’s your Bluetooth speaker at noona!?”

“Oh, the others are here.” Jaehyun pulled away and gave you a small smile. “Remember to be good if you want all of us, princess.”

You followed him out to the living room where it was crowded by all twenty members of NCT. When the boys saw you, they started to sing in celebration of your birthday.

After a while, Doyoung and Jungwoo pulled Jaehyun to the side when they saw you conversing with Johnny and Ten. Doyoung looked at you in concern before looking at the younger man. “Are we sure we want to do this?”

“I’m totally fine with it,” Jaehyun answered.

“She’s been such a good girl for us, Doyoung.” Jungwoo said. “It’s her birthday and that’s probably what she wanted as a gift.”

“How did we all end up lusting after the same girl?” Doyoung asked, running a hand through his thick hair. “Not that I’m complaining. Thinking about fucking her with you two…sounds pretty hot.”

Jaehyun let out a chuckle before coming towards you. He turned to face you, only to plant a kiss on your forehead in front of the other NCT members. “Happy birthday, princess.”

Your eyes wide, you touched your forehead. “What was that for?”

“It’s your birthday. I think you deserve it.” Doyoung grinned as he joined the group.

You narrowed your eyes. “What are you guys planning?”

“Your after party.” Jungwoo whispered in your ear, silently motioning to you, him, Doyoung and Jaehyun. “You’ve been such a good girl and I think it’s time to reward you.”

"Jungwoo, please..."

You had your back to your bedroom door as you rode on Jungwoo’s thigh. You were both kissing, Jungwoo running a hand down your leg, his fingers slipping beneath the fabric of your shirt to meet with delectable skin. You were on fire, skin burning every time he brushed his fingers over your tantalizing flesh. Your arms were wrapped around his neck, your lips to his, your chest plastered against his. The magic was unbearable.

Doyoung and Jaehyun were still in your living room trying to shoo everyone out. The others were complaining, Mark mostly accusing the guys of wanting to fuck your brains out.

Jungwoo helped you shimmy off your jeans before he slipped a finger underneath your panties, and slid it against your already wet pussy. He teased, his thumb coming to rub your sweet spot, eliciting moans from you. You clutched his shoulders, your body arching against him, your head thrown back. You bit on your lower lip to keep from screaming out loud.

"You know you wanna scream, babe..." Jungwoo whispered against your ear, as he slipped his finger in you. “Scream so that Doyoung and Jaehyun can hear your pretty voice.”

You panted, Jungwoo’s finger slowly pumping into you. "Oh god, Jungwoo."

Jungwoo slowly removed his finger from your pussy, your juices covering his digit. He lifted his finger to his lips and in one long flick of his tongue, he tasted your sweetness.

"Baby, you taste good. Real good~" Jungwoo muttered.

"I was thinking..." You started as you went up to him and slid your hand down his chest, your fingers drawing his shirt up over his head.

Jungwoo looked oddly amused as he unbuttoned his jeans and helped you slide the fabric off. "You were thinking?"

"I was thinking about what I wanted you all to do to me tonight." You stood on your toes and kissed the side of his lips, hands sliding his boxers off. You then trailed your hands along your body, removing pieces of your own clothing one by one. "I wanna take charge tonight..."

"Is that what you want, babe?" Jungwoo asked, giving up as you pushed him towards the bed. The back of his legs hit the edge of the bed, his legs giving way as he suddenly sat on it.

You were aware that Doyoung and Jaehyun were finally in your bedroom. You heard the sound of clothes being removed and thrown around your bedroom. “Yeah. I want to suck your cock and then have you fuck me, Jungwoo. I want Doyoung to eat me out and then fuck my pussy. And I want Jaehyun to fuck my ass.”

“Fuck that’s hot.” Jaehyun muttered, leaning back against the wall as he watched you kneel in front of Jungwoo. Doyoung, still with his pants on, had sat in your vanity chair, his hand cupping his hard on.

"Show me, Jungwoo. Teach me how to please you." You looked up at Jungwoo.

"Touch me, Y/N. Baby, touch me where it hurts the most." Jungwoo moaned out, his hands balled into fists at his sides as you let your hands slide down his tight belly to enclose his surging cock. Jungwoo stiffened involuntarily and inhaled sharply. His balled fists got tighter, his short nails digging into his palms. His eyes slipped closed in sweet agony.

But he didn't stop you or joined in the fun.

Jungwoo sat there unmoving and allowed you to examine, caress and toy with him to your heart's content. It was the strangest of emotions. He had to hand it to you, you never failed to surprise him. When he was with other girls, he had fucked in about every possible position known to man, but he had never done this. He had never sat bare-assed and unmoving while a beautiful naked young woman made him her own personal plaything, driving him out of his mind with her searching hands and incredible body.

Jungwoo let out a sigh of relief when your hands released him. Fighting the powerful impulse to drag you on the bed, take you and hammer forcefully into you, he bit the inside of his jaw when you scooted down his body.

He drew a sharp intake of air when you impulsively lowered your face and brushed a butterfly kiss to the smooth head of his penis. It jerked against your lips and you lifted your head.

"I could," you started, "lick my fingers and make you wet. Or, I could simply lick you wet with my tongue. Which one?"

His breath dangerously short, Jungwoo tried to speak, to tell you it wasn't necessary, that he felt wet already from your explorations. But he didn't say a word. More than anything he wanted to feel your lips and tongue on him. At the same time he was afraid he would cum if he allowed it.

Finally he said, "No, baby, I-"

But you didn't listen.

Delicately, taking great care not to hurt him, you bent to him, put out your tongue and licked lightly upward, all the way from the base to the tip. A great burst of air rushed out of Jungwoo’s tight lungs and he anxiously grabbed your arms and pulled you up.

"I thought you would like that," you said, your brown eyes afire.

"I do like it," he said. "Too much, in fact."

You smiled and laid a gentle hand on the hard flesh you had just licked. "Can I?"

"Go on," he croaked and placed nervous hands on your thighs.

"Watch to make sure I do it right." You said, your voice in a whisper.

"Fuck baby," he ground out.

Choking with sensual excitement, Jungwoo watched unblinking as you raised onto your knees on the bed to straddle him, wrapped a gentle hand around his rigid cock and carefully placed the tip just inside of you. You took your hand away and slowly, sensuously, lowered yourself onto him.

"Ahhh," Jungwoo groaned as he easily slid up into your warmth.

"Oh fuck, Jungwoo." She echoed his ecstasy.

Matching Jungwoo’s lust with your own, you gripped his ribs and began the erotic, rolling motion of your hips. Thrusting, you held him prisoner with your strong gripping thighs, pounded him with your rocking pelvis, punished him with your gyrating hips.

You could hear Jaehyun moaning and Doyoung’s soft gasps in the background as you continued to ride Jungwoo.

Loving it, loving you, Jungwoo reveled in this wild, uninhibited display of fierce sexual hunger. A deep, powerful hunger that matched his own and lifted him to new heights of carnal pleasure.

Flexing the muscles of his ass, driving rhythmically into you to meet each of your frenzied thrusts, Jungwoo watched you and was as excited by the sight as the feel of you. Your hair whipped around your face and shoulders, a damp lock clinging to your cheek. Your breasts, with their tightened nipples, danced and swayed with your sensual movements. And between your gripping thighs, the damped black curls were meshed with the black coils of his groin.

Such a powerful aphrodisiac.

"Jungwoo, Jungwoo..." You began to chant his name as you panted anxiously.

"Yes, baby," he groaned out, grateful your release was at hand, knowing that he couldn't last much longer.

"Oh, oh, oh!" You gasped as he gripped your thighs and speeded his movements, driving into you, triggering your deep and lingering orgasm. “Fuck!”

For several long seconds, you were lost in the throes of a shattering release, out of control, begging Jungwoo for an end to a joy so intense you could stand it no longer.

The fervent squeezing of your burning body took Jungwoo with you into paradise. His deep groans matched your whimpering cries as together you both attained the ultimate in ecstasy.

When it subsided, you sagged down onto Jungwoo's chest and fought to regain your lost breath. When finally your intermingled heartbeats slowed and he could breathe freely again, a happy Jungwoo grinned and teased, "Hmm... that was a good ride huh?"

You let out a laugh, eyes sparking with amusement. "The best ride of my life."

Jungwoo winked at you and turned your bodies towards the mattress, laying you on your back. "Ready for more fun? The night isn’t over yet, baby."

"Mmhm..." You moaned as Doyoung replaced Jungwoo’s spot. You hooked your legs around his waist, his cock getting big.

“My turn now, kitten.” Doyoung latched his lips onto your nipple, suckling them, licking them, tugging at them. Your body was on fire again as you clutched at his shoulders tightly and looked into his lust filled eyes.

Suddenly and without warning, Doyoung bent his head down and kissed you. A kiss that captured your breath, weakened your knees, and caused a pulsing in your lower regions.

Your hands trailed up to his chest to link at the back of his neck. You tried to pull him closer but was startled when he cupped his hands around your buttocks, pressing so close that you could feel the length of his arousal.

Doyoung continued to ravage your lips. You tore your lips away and softly whispered, "I want you to go down on me, Doyoung."

He smirked, his hands at your waist so fast, so willing. “I can do that.”

He followed you, your lips kissing your mouth, trailing to your jaw, down your neck, your shoulders, the valley of vast skin above your breasts. Doyoung trailed kisses down your stomach, his hands spreading your legs further apart as his lips reached the springy dark curls guarding your sweet pussy. He sniffed the scent of you before slipping his middle finger into your wetness, his other hand creeping up along your body to cup your breasts, kneading them, grazing your swollen nipples. He watched your response as he thrusted his finger in and out of you. Your eyes were close, lips parted slightly, hands fisting the sheets.

“Ah... Doyoung...” Your moans escaped you. The feel of his hand on your breasts was wonderful but the feeling of his hand down on your pussy was magical. You couldn't explain what you were feeling, what he made you feel.

His finger still in you, Doyoung placed his mouth on your swollen, pulsing pussy, giving you great pleasure as he licked and laved, and gently tugged. He added another finger into you, thrusting a couple of times before removing them and replacing them with his mouth and tongue.

“Fuck, ah!” You yelled out as you felt his tongue. He slid his tongue into your warm, wet flesh and swirled it around, his mouth sucking, making you wetter. He felt you tense and he didn't want you to come just yet.

At least not without him.

Doyoung rose above you, positioning himself between your legs, his arms resting on the pillow beside your head. He gazed into your lust fogged eyes. “Are you ready for me, kitten?”

You glared at him. “Just hurry and fuck me, Doyoung.”

Understanding your meaning and chuckling, he lowered his rockhard cock into your sweet, succulent warmth. He stopped before burying himself the hilt, giving time to adjust to his size. He felt you squeezing your inner walls as he continued to stretch you, invade you.

Breathing heavily, Doyoung panted, “Fuck...”

You grasped his shoulders and bit his neck. It was all the permission he needed as he drove himself home, his length finally buried in your pussy. Doyoung retreated his cock out of you then slammed back in, only to repeat the process all over. There was a jolt of pleasure as his hips grinded against yours. You wrapped your legs around his waist, lips meeting for a kiss.

It was a heated kiss as he continued to thrust. You matched his movements, your hips moving to match his rhythm. Kissing his way to your breasts, he latched onto a nipple and you cried out, hugging his head to your chest. The pleasure was too much for you, that she tensed and cried out his name.

“Doyoung!” You climaxed, holding him in your arms.

Doyoung felt you tense. He continued to thrust up in you, going in deeper, harder, faster. He heard you cry out, feeling your love juices leaking from your body. Then he thrusted into you one last time before spilling himself in you.

Before making you his one and only.

He collapsed on you, head on your shoulders. Opening your eyes, you smiled. "I don't think I can move now...”

"I can't move either." Doyoung lifted himself on his elbows to look at you. He kissed your shoulders and then your lips. “But you still have to give Jaehyun what he wants, kitten.”

Doyoung moved to join Jungwoo who was sitting in the corner, watching with interest. Jungwoo was clearly geting off watching you fuck other men.

Jaehyun approached the bed, lips in a mischievous smile. “Fuck princess. Just watching Jungwoo and Doyoung fuck you hard like that, was hot.”

Jaehyun stared at you, his dark brown eyes gazing into your own. He imprisoned them, as he brought his lips down against yours. A jolt slammed through your entire nervous system, your eyes closed, and his lips began to move, thoroughly and possessively exploring each tender curve.

Jaehyun felt your lips soften involuntarily, felt your arms give way, your breasts coming to rest against his chest. One of his hands, which was holding your wrist, lightened its pressure at the same time his lips increased theirs. He deepened the kiss, his other hand shifting soothingly over your sides and hip. He slid the tip of his tongue along the crease of your lips, seeking entrance, insisting that they part, and when they finally did, his tongue plunged into the sweetness of your mouth and slowly withdrew, then plunged again in blatant imitation of the act he was beginning to crave with dangerous determination.

You gasped beneath him, stiffening, and then suddenly all the tension poured through you. He was a lover now- ardent, persuasive, gentle, wanting. Tenderness overwhelmed you and, with a silent moan a helpless surrender, you curled your hand around his neck, lips moving on with awakening ardor.

Jaehyun’s mouth became more demanding, his tongue seeking, stroking, while his hand slid restlessly up your naked body, caressing your breast, then down again...

“All I wanted was to squeeze this nice round ass of yours,” He muttered as his hands slid down and around, closed over your bare ass; he kneaded, and heat raced across your skin. Fever followed, a hot urgent ache that swelled and grew as he evocatively plundered your mouth, as he held you close, lifted your hips against him, and suggestively molded your softness to the rigid line of his erection.

You moaned, hot, hungry, and wanting.

Wanton. Eager. Determined.

Your breaths mingled, heated and urgent; from beneath heavy lids, your eyes met, held.

Locked as he shifted his hand and touched you. Stroked and caressed, intimately traced. Your breasts rose and fell; your teeth closed on your lower lip as he opened you. As he teased, glorifying in the slick heat of your body, then slowly, deliberately, slid one long finger into your ass. Then he slipped another in with the first, thrust deeper, faster.

“Oh fuck, Jaehyun.”

He settled between your legs, spreading you wide. Removing his fingers, he shifted his position, caught one of your knees, and lifted your leg to his hip. Set it there, then traced back with his palm, around, until he found you slick and swollen, hot and ready.

And then he was pressing into you, hard, hot, and much larger than usual. Your lungs seized. You felt your body stretching, him pressing inexorably in.

Your body arched as he did, bowed, tightened, tensed against his invasion. You felt the restriction, felt the pressure build, but he didn't stop; he pressed deeper, deeper until he surged through to the hilt.

"Did you get bigger, Jaehyun?" You gasped. “Did seeing Jungwoo and Doyoung fuck me get you turned on?”

He chuckled and then he moved. He filled you, sank into your body, sheathed himself in your heat. You arched upward with loud moans. Stunning pleasures built inside you, gaining intensity...waited on the brink of passion as Jaehyun continued to thrust in you, harder, deeper, faster, skin slapping on skin. “Fuck princess…your ass is so tight. Look at how it’s squeezing my cock.”

"Dammit, Jaehyun!! More!" You screamed out.

"And?" He withdrew from you, the tip of his length just barely in you.

"Just fuck me hard, deep, and fast, Jaehyun!!" You exclaimed, nails digging into his shoulders. You wrapped your legs around his hips, bringing your pussy closer to his body. The action made him drive in deeper, faster and harder. He continued ramming into your ass, his fingers thrusting into your pussy, soon spilling his cum into your body. He still thrust into you, ever so slowly, riding his climax out to the end before slowly pulling out and collasping on you.

You both held each other in your arms, Jaehyun kissing your forehead, while you rained kisses on his chin.

"That…" You sighed as you burrowed yourself further into his arms, motioning for Jungwoo and Doyoung to join you on the bed. “...was the best sex I’ve had hands down.”

"Round two?" Jungwoo asked, stroking the side of your hips as he laid next to you.

"It depends. Are you willing to let me take charge again?" You asked, your eyes twinkling.

"If this means us getting to fuck like this again…" Doyoung muttered, kissing your temple.

You nudged him. "So that means you’re all okay with sharing me?"

Jaehyun’s laugh was deep and contagious. "Anything you want, princess. It’s yours."

#nct #nct stories #nct fanfic #nct imagines #nct 127 #nct dojaejung #jaehyun smut #doyoung smut #jungwoo smut #nct dojaejung x reader #kim doyoung #kim jungwoo #jung jaehyun #nct smut #nct dojaejung smut #jaehyun #doyoung #jungwoo

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khodorkovskaya · 10 months

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thanks for sharing!

honestly this is so relatable. so for me growing up i was always taught (not explicitly but it was just the general vibe) that religious people are weird and stupid. like no one would ever openly say that, but it was often implied through jokes or like when someone would say that they were religious my family would give the side eye lol. and plus, yeah, its a government backed institution yikes.

and yet! i was baptised, we'd bake cakes for easter, when people would ask me what my religion was growing up id say orthodox, etc. like there was always this weird contradiction.

what you said about after school activities i also have a funny little story to share. so when i was 6-7 yrs old my parents signed me up for this like art club after school. and once this old lady showed up and started an embroidery club in the same classroom. and so when i got bored of drawing, i decided to go over to her and do embroidery. and i really liked it, so instead of sitting with the art club, id go to the emroidery lady.

and she was super religious and would always tell us stories about god. and i found it super annoying and in my head i was like "oof granny is loosing her mind". i specifically remember her telling us about the tower of babel and i sat there like "damn, she is so delusional". but i liked embroidery, so i stayed and didn't say anything.

and turned out, she was there illegally! she was this like orthodox missionary who snuck onto school properties to convert the kids. it was a huge scandal. so yeah, that incident made me even more prejudiced towards religious people. that and also the fact that my favourite book growing up was дорога уходит в даль, which is basically communist propaganda lol.

so yeah, it's strange. because whenever id go inside an orthodox church everything would feel so familiar and yet so foreign. i never felt like i belonged there and plus, as you said, no one ever explains to you like what to do or welcomes you in any way. like i don't want to sound entitled and im not saying that im owed anything, and maybe, hey, it's my own prejudice. but the only thing people tell you there is "we won't let you in dressed like that". and growing up it made me even more hostile. like i remember we went to visit a monastry in montenegro once and it was like 35 degrees outside and i was 12 and i was wearing shorts obviously. and like 3 people came up to me to tell me that im not allowed in. and i never got an explanation as to why. i mean yeah, modesty, whatever. but instead of being so judgemental towards a child, an explanation would be nice..? idk, that really put me off religion.

but then, here's the thing. when i was 14 i was being neurodivergent as usual and i got hyperfixated on religion. idk where that came from. but i told myself that i would research a new religion every week. so id borrow a bunch of books at the library evry week and i kept a journal detailing all my findings. i went to the lutheran church, i even found a hindu centre here and scheduled an appointment and borrowed one of their scriptures. like idk what was going on in my 14 year old brain but i was fearless and i would like show up to all these religious centres with my little notebook. and id even interview people... likeee.

anyway, one week i was researching orthodoxy. so again, i showed up to the orthodox church here, absolutely fearless, no headscarf, wearing my desigual jeans. and i went straight to the choir and asked if i could sing with them. i have no classical training in music btw, i know how to sing but like as a hobby, i know little to no theory. and, again, i don't know where this audacity came from, but i went straight up to the choir director and was like "im singing with y'all bitches". so i started going every sunday to sing, but id never stay until the end bc id get bored. and then i stopped all together after like maybe a year.

and again, i have no logical explanation as to why. i was just hyperfixated and decided that the church choir was my new thing. and i didn't make any friends there bc i was still prejudiced against religious people. i wouldn't pray, i didn't respect the dresscode. id just show up, not say hello to anyone, sing for like 30 minutes and leave. 💀💀 at that age i constantly felt like i was in some sort of bubble, like id always be half dissociating, id do things not understanding how or why, things would just happen, it was weird.

fast forward to this year, i went to church for easter with one of my friends just like to hang out. and i heard the choir for the first time in almost 10 years and fell in love again. i couldn't remember any of the hymns (probably because when i was 14 i was just so dissociated). but i was like i have to join again!

except now im more aware of my own surroundings and im more normal. so i didn't really know how to approach things. but i was like you know what, if 14 year old me could just show up and not explain anything to anyone, so can 24 year old me.

so the week after easter i came up to the choir director and asked if i could sing and she asked me if i was classically trained and i was like "oops no, but i sang with you guys 10 years ago". and then she asked me why i had stopped and i was a bit at a loss for words bc like idk why i stopped. and then i asked her what brought her here and she gestured at the ceiling. and that was our conversation.

and the thing is, now that im more aware and awake, singing there is even more fun. because i haven't read sheet music in 10 years. i didn't know i was capable of reading music. but i am! and it's this weird almost like spiritual feeling. because i look at the notes and even if ive never seen that particular hymn before, i know exactly what to sing. and my hand moves up and down and i nod to the rhythm. i don't know how, i don't know why i know all of these things, but i do. and it amazes me every time. like i look at something ive never seen before, but i can read it. idk how to explain this feeling. like imagine all of a sudden being able to read a foreign alphabet and you don't even know how you read it, you just do. it feels magical.

but yeah, i totally get what you say about churchgoers being mean. i always feel like an outsider or imposter in literally any social setting, so feeling like an alien at church isn't something that scares me. and i haven't talked to anyone there or made any friends. but just from the looks of it and the way people push and shove each other there like i can tell that i probably won't get along with any of them unfortunately. and there's always people shoving when queuing up for eucharist and there's always passive aggressiveness and everyone is always on edge. even in the choir like i rarely get the music sheets handed to me for some reason. like when they're distributed they often skip me and i don't understand why. it makes me feel like more of an impostor but tbh nowadays im so chill when it comes to self esteem i literally do not care. it's just annoying bc unless i literally grab the sheet out of the person's hand, i always have to look at someone else's. but yeah, little things like that give me the impression that the majority of people who go there are kind of mean.

and what you said about people all knowing each other is very true too. because literally everyone is always in their little groups. and if you're not childhood friends with someone, you can't make friends. again im neurodivergent so i just like struggle with making friends in general. but making friends at our church seems impossible. people are always huddling together and whispering and i just know i won't fit in. because at some point in their little conversations they always point at the ceiling and i just don't know enough about god or the church to be able to fit in with these sort of conversations, you know?

but anyway, as i said, i love going to church nevertheless. singing there makes me euphoric. i love the aesthetics, i love the drama. i love the over-the-top-ness of like people falling to their knees and crying and the priest talking about the devil. it's so cinematic, im obsessed. and if i don't "belong" there or if i don't have the right relationship with the church, so be it. i think it's better to look forward to church every week and to truly enjoy it, than to be mean and go there to ask for forgiveness 👀

@atomicanechka

#also fyi our church belongs to the diocese of london and western europe so our big boss at the top is bishop irinei #and his vibes are just off idk #have you seen his youtube interviews?#when he came to visit he came up to our choir to say that we're really good and he had his arms stretched out #and i was like huh why does he walk like that #but it was bc as soon as he came closer people ran up to him to kiss his hands #and that weirded me out #im scared to imagine what patriarch kirill is like irl 💀

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queen-rainy-love · 2 years

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The Pure Lily Family invites the Custard Family to dinner. Its very awkward. Custard Cookie says nothing as the family tries to have small talk or something. Its dessert time and Custard III and Clotted Cream want some, but Custard rudely tells them that they shouldn’t eat sweets. Plus he tells Clotted Cream that he should be going on a diet. The Pure Lily parents says that its okay for them to eat sweets. (The two siblings secretly eat it lol)

Hmmmmm. Interesting idea. I will edit one thing, just cause I did state something in an earlier post.

So let's go.

*One night, after a long, long, LONG three months, the Pure Lily family invites the Custard Family and Vanilla Sugar Cookie for dinner. It's going as well as you think.*

Clotted Cream: So Red Velvet Cookie, how are the Cake Pups doing?

Red Velvet: They're well. Almost old enough to find new homes.

Madeleine: That's too bad. I will miss Knight cuddling with them after a hard mission.

Knight: *trying not to kick Madeleine* Ha ha. Funny.

*silence*

Clotted Cream: My. Wouldn't that be a sight to see. And how about is Ser Espresso Cookie?

Madeleine: He's doing fine. Still a struggle for him to take a break but we're still working on it.

*silence*

Clover: Um... what is the Republic like? I've heard stories about it but I'm curious if that's true.

Clotted Cream: Oh! It's a very beautiful place with amazing views of the sea. Unfortunately, there's not much forest in the Republic but we make it up with our wild sea life.

Madeleine: I can confirm and you have not live until a Jelly Dolphin swam next to you.

Pure Vanilla: That would be amazing. Maybe we should visit one day.

Clotted Cream: That would be amazing. I do hope we can plan it when I come back.

Madeleine: Oh, are you traveling back to the Créme Republic soon?

Clotted Cream: Yes, tomorrow night. I've been gone for just a bit too long.

*Custard III frowns a bit but Clotted Cream pats his head*

White Lily: Well in that case, let me get dessert. We might not see each other for a while, so why not end tonight on a high note? I made my famous chocolate covered jellies.

Custard: That is quite alright. We should be heading to bed for a busy day tomorrow. *Stands up*

Custard III: But dad! Can't we try some?

Custard: No. I don't want you two bouncing off the walls tonight. We need to up bright and early to get things ready.

Vanilla Sugar: Not to mention that we shouldn't really take something from someone with...a past. *Glares at White Lily*

*Red Velvet starts to growl but everyone keeps him at bay*

Clotted Cream: Come now. It would be rude to decline our hosts' generosity. One piece shouldn't hurt.

Custard: After you eating not enough protein for the past few days, I don't thing you need it.

Clotted Cream: But father-

Custard: Unless you can beat me in a fight without your cape, I suggest to stand down.

White Lily: That's enough! *Everyone turns toward her* These two have every right to enjoy what they do. They've done more for Earthbread than you've done in your whole life. And I will not hear another rude thing out of your mouth.

Custard: Bold worlds from the one who started this whole mess.

*White Lily clamps up as Custard and Vanilla Sugar start to leave. Clotted Cream and Custard III follow suit.*

Custard: And don't even think about giving it to them. Financier Cookie will be guarding the door.

*later that night*

*Custard III and Clotted Cream are sitting in their shared guest bedroom, sad/annoyed.*

Custard III: Are you sure we can't go get any? Dad won't know.

Clotted Cream: He might. Financier Cookie is more loyal to him than to me. She will tell him we snuck out. But, *pats Custard III's head* we can get something before I leave for the Crème Republic.

Custard III: That would be nice. *Notices someone outside the window* Hey Clotted Cream. There's someone outside.

*Clotted Cream turns around to see Red Velvet hanging from a ledge with his cake arm while holding something in his cookie arm. He also looks like he's in pain*

Clotted Cream: *quickly opens the windows* *whispers* Are you insane!? You know you could hurt yourself!

Red Velvet: *whispers* I know, but mother couldn't stand knowing that you two didn't try this dessert.

*Red Velvet hands the box of chocolate-covered jellies. Custard III is about to grab one but Clotted Cream stops him*

Clotted Cream: *Whispers* But what if father finds out?

Red Velvet: *whispers* I doubt he would go into the kitchen to check.

*Clotted Cream smiles and the rest of the night is spent the three eating the dessert*

#cookie run kingdom #crk headcanons #red velvet cookie #madeleine cookie #knight cookie #clover cookie #pure vanilla cookie #clotted cream cookie #custard cookie the third #white lily cookie #custard cookie #vanilla sugar cookie

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creative-robot · 5 years

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No I’m not ashamed to admit that I have an entire au where I’m living in the walls of Ego Inc like some sorta weird roommate cause no one knows how I got there including myself and I sneak around through the walls watching, giving comfort, and occasionally making the egos little gifts I’ve made and get into shenanigans while barely ever speaking and drawing on the inner walls with a special pen I found and thought was cool, we all have comfort daydreams and I personally love mine so there’s that

#idk why i wanna talk about it but yeah thats an au sorta daydream i love and have #im not puttin this in the main tag cause im sure no one cares lol but whatever #keep reading the tags if you dont mind cause ima go off now #the different septics +Phantom and Natemare stop by sometimes and everyone knows im there its not a secret #i dont cause any harmful trouble and dont cause chaos AND am a ‘Fan’ so no one like. kicks me out #its a huge comfort to me and its like my go-to daydream rn #i dont talk at ALL for a long while after i appear there and stay in my own lane #the first time i think i pictured me speaking was calming down Host #the pen isnt a raf to anything specific but i sure would like one like it #it never runs out of ink can draw on any surface smoothly and gradually changes colors as it flows #its also got sparkly ink so clearly its better than anything super magical #robot rambles #dark scares the shit outta me at first where i avoid him and dont make eye contact but after his ‘birthday’ passes #and no one other than will got/made him anything i made him a personal little cake and snuck into his office and left it on his desk #then we were p chill lmao cause ovi he knew it was me #me? perfectly aware that no ones gives a crap?? yeah but im just typing this out for my own sake and if someone cares cool #if not idc this is for me first lol

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griffintail · 3 years

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Hi! Can I request a fic where reader is a teen, and was part of the sbi family, but was manipulated by dream to work with him. Now that dream’s locked up, reader is really lonely, but Sam and puffy took them in and is raising them, but dream is livid and tells Sam to leave reader alone. Dream escapes and makes it pretty clear he’s after reader. You can choose hoe it ends. I’m a big fan of your work. Thanks! /gen

I-I went further with this than I planned. Lol. I hope you enjoy it!

The Sister’s Happiness

Pairings: SBI x Sibling! F! Reader

Warnings: Mentions of Manipulation, Mentions of blood, Explosion, Mild Angst

Part 2

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(Y/N) wished she could turn back time and never go with Dream.

He made her think so many horrible things about her…family. He made her do so many things against them. She thought he had been her friend, the only one that truly cared for her and understood her.

Now, she saw what he had really done to her.

He had separated her from those that had cared about her. After everything she had done…they’d never even what to see her again, she was sure of it.

She had helped Schlatt come into power by Dream’s orders, take Wilbur’s nation from him and Tommy.

She had kept hold of one of Tommy’s discs for Dream in case if Tommy tried to get them back, he’d have the wrong guy. She had also helped Dream and Techno blow up L’Manberg one last time.

She betrayed Phil and Techno by telling Dream where Techno was, using information she got from Phil.

She lost everything she ever once had and now she lost everything she had now. Dream had gone to prison and the time alone; she realized the mistakes she made with helping him. All she was now was…alone…

Time passed seemed to pass so slowly yet so fast around her as she tried to bring herself outside and be happy, but so many people hated her. She just knew it. Everyone would hate her as she had been Dream’s “friend”.

Maybe that’s why when she first managed to get outside, she decided to go to the prison. She knew Dream was bad and bad for her but she had no one else, so she went to visit him.

“(Y/N)?” Sam looked at her surprised as she came into the prison. “Where have you been?”

She rubbed her arm awkwardly. “I’ve been…just hanging around you know. So many friends to talk to!”

Sam knew she was lying.

“I came to see Dream.” She changed the subject.

“I…Don’t think that’s a good idea,” Sam told her, remembering a promise…

“Come on, what am I going to do?” She rolled her eyes.

“Dream’s a pretty bad guy (Y/N), and you’re a kid.”

“I’m not a child!” She protested. “Just let me see the damn guy.”

“No, I’m going to insist you don’t.” Sam shook his head as he came around his desk. “Why don’t you go do something else?”

(Y/N) didn’t want to go though, she’d be alone again. Stuck in her own home, afraid of what the others would do. She had snuck her way to the prison already, she didn’t want to sneak across the whole land alone. She just didn’t want to be alone.

“No! Just let me see him! I don’t go back to the quiet fucking house! I don’t care if he’s the bad guy! Just let me talk to someone!”

Sam stopped in front of her as she took a step back realizing she had said all that out loud.

“I—Forget I said that.” (Y/N) turned for the portal, trying not to show her weakness.

“…Why don’t we go back to my base? I need a break.” Sam stopped her.

She stopped at the edge of the portal, her hand resting on the obsidian.

He’s trying to use you.

That voice was back, the voice of Dream that always controlled her. Her heart pounded as she clenched her hand before taking a deep breath and looking at Sam.

“Why?” She asked.

“Well, my place isn’t quiet, you might like the different change.”

Don’t listen to him. He’s not your friend, I am.

She clenched her hands in her pockets before giving an eye roll.

“Yeah, sure, I’ll come to your stupid base.” She muttered. “But if it’s boring, I’m leaving.”

Sam chuckled lightly. “Sure, you won’t think that for too long probably, Puffy said she’s bringing me some cake and I’m willing to share.”

(Y/N)’s eyes lit up slightly at the mention of cake and Sam was actually a bit startled by the light in her eyes. He didn’t really remember a time when he had seen her with such a look in her eyes. Dream’s influence must have had a greater effect than anyone thought…

Sam put up his warden gear and had taken (Y/N) to his base, which rested far from the rest of the SMP land, so she was able not to worry about those that hated her finding her. She tried not to let the cool base affect her but it was especially hard when Fran jumped on her. She lost it after that and managed a real smile after a long time and pet the dog eagerly.

She played with the dog, running around the base, Sam joining the pair once he had taken a few moments to relax. When Puffy came, she was shocked to see (Y/N) laughing as Fran was licking her face, having knocked the younger girl down. As she had been so new to the land, she hadn’t seen her like this ever.

It made Puffy smile though as Sam shared the cake she had brought with (Y/N) as well. (Y/N) gladly dug in and it was a very different change from how they were used to seeing her. Is this what people used to see her as?

The two from there vowed to let her show her happiness. Dream wasn’t there to control her anymore and they wanted to make sure she knew that. That she could back to who she was and the people they knew she loved and they also knew still loved her…

“Why don’t we go to the SMP tomorrow?” Sam offered one day as (Y/N) was practicing her archery as Sam spotted her.

She lowered the bow, frowning, before aiming at the target again, getting a bullseye. “You want me to lose a life?”

“What do you mean?” Sam asked confused.

“I helped do so many horrible things.” She took out a new arrow. “They’d want my head on a plate.”

“That’s not…”

“Sam, I helped bring down my broth—” She stopped looking away from him. “I helped bring down Tommy’s and Wilbur’s nation twice. It’s gone now. Doubt Tommy wants to see my face anywhere near him or the SMP.”

She aimed her bow at the target again and missed widely as she wasn’t focused, swearing quietly to herself as she went to retrieve the arrow as Sam sat for a moment with his own thoughts. Dream had really broken her faith in her own family…

…

“Hey, Sam.” Tommy stopped at the portal to leave the prison.

“Yeah?” Sam raised an eyebrow at Tommy’s serious tone.

“Can you promise me something?”

…

The next day, he did his day at the prison as (Y/N) and Puffy were having a girl’s day. Today, he had a mission though. He went to the main cell with his only prisoner.

“Sam. What do I owe the pleasure?” Dream grinned behind his mask.

“What did you do to (Y/N)?” Sam went straight to the point.

Dream chuckled as he leaned on the wall. “I made her useful instead of being the annoying brat she was.”

“She’s just a child.”

“So? She helped Tommy with his first “Disc War”.” He shook his head. “I couldn’t deal with two of the brats, so, I showed her what was better for her.”

“You took her away from her family.”

Dream chuckled, moving his mask to side to smirk at Sam. “And? She’s better off. I’m sure she’ll visit me soon too.”

Dream had banked on it. (Y/N) couldn’t survive without him. He had shaped her into the way he wanted and he’d use her again to escape.

“She wasn’t and she won’t, but I assure you now,” Sam smirked this time, making Dream frown. “She’ll bounce back. I’ll make sure of it.”

“What the hell does that mean?” Dream asked.

“She’s remembering how to smile. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her laugh.”

Dream stepped forward to grab the man but Sam moved out of the way. Sam was trying to further break Dream by showing him that he no longer has control outside these four walls and by the rage in the usually masked man’s face, he knew this could work.

“She’s just a kid and I’ll make sure she remembers that.”

“Leave them alone Sam. You’re not going to like it if you don’t.”

“No, I’ll make sure she can remember who she was.”

Dream tried to grab Sam again, but Sam tripped him down. The creeper hybrid crouched next to the man.

“You have no power. (Y/N) is safe now and I won’t let you take that from her.”

Sam left the cell with that and Dream growled as he clenched his hands.

“Time to speed up plans then…” He grinned wickedly.

Sam sat at his desk the next day, writing in a book when he jumped hearing an ear-splitting explosion as alarms blared off.

“FUCK!” He shouted, grabbing his trident as he sprinted for Dream’s cell.

Smoke was piling out before he opened the entrance to the cell and when he could see, he stood in shock at the gaping hole in front of him as Dream adjusted his mask, a sword gleaming in the sunlight streaming in and the fire piling around him.

“Sam. The man of the hour.” He grinned wickedly as a group of purple particles blinked out in the smoke. “Now, tell me. Where is she?”

Sam supposed he had to also speed up his own plans now too.

…

“Fran!” (Y/N) called as she held a lead.

She had worked with Sam on a schedule where she would walk Fran while Sam was at the prison. Fran ran up to her and she smiled tying the leash on the dog, leaving with her. They were about to do their usual route when Fran started to growl and (Y/N) stiffened, hand going to her sword.

“What is it?” She muttered.

She heard movement and she stood in front of Fran as she pulled out her sword.

Sam’s place was so far away. Who was here?

By the tree line, she saw a shadow come towards the edge and then out into the light…

“(Y/N)!” Ghostbur smiled.

“G-Ghostbur?” She sputtered.

She had met the ghost once or twice during Tommy’s exile but she had never been alone with the ghost of her…of Wilbur.

“I found you first. Techno said he’d find you because he’s a human GPS and Tommy said he’d find you first because he’s better! But I found you first.” Ghostbur rambled as he came over.

(Y/N) merely went pale. They were looking for her? Did they want to…?

“Phil told me he needs you for a sleepover at his place so come on.” Ghostbur smiled, holding out a hand to her.

“W-What? I—” She backed away, frightened.

She knew they must hate her but did they really want to hurt her?

“Oh dear. Do you need some blue?” Ghostbur asked as he went into his bag. “I have a few pieces spare!”

She was debating to go sprinting into Sam’s house when the tree line broke again and Tommy stumbled into the clearing.

“HA!” Tommy grinned as (Y/N) was deathly white. “There you are!”

He took a step to her but that was enough to frighten her to sprint towards the house only for her to scream as she fell on the ground seeing Techno coming walking out beside it.

“I—I—I!” (Y/N) sputtered, Fran, growling as the dog stood in front of her.

“Well, that’s not the greeting I expected,” Techno muttered as Ghostbur floated to the girl and held a piece of blue to her.

“Come on idiot. We need to go.” Tommy huffed to the girl.

“I-I’m sorry.” She finally let out, tears now falling down her face as she shook.

“For what?” Techno raised an eyebrow.

“E-Everything. I-I just—Please don’t hurt me.” She whimpered.

“What? Why would we hurt you?” Tommy looked at her confused.

“I-I helped Dream a-and…”

“You were manipulated by Dream.” Techno crouched down, glaring at the dog as it growled at him. “Yeah, sure, we use to hate you but.” Techno looked at Tommy as Tommy looked away. “We know what Dream’s like now. We know what he does. And now, he’s broken out of the prison.”

(Y/N)’s body stiffened now at the information as Ghostbur shifted nervously before putting the blue in the girl’s hand, which turned a deep blue instantly.

“Sam called us,” Tommy told her. “We got to go before he gets here. Techno and I…don’t agree on a lot.” Tommy looked at his brother before looking at her. “But we agree that you need to get to Techno’s and Phil’s so we know you’re safe sis.”

(Y/N)’s heart cracked as she heard the familiar nickname from her brother. The blue had given her enough clarity to hear Tommy’s words and it made her tear up more. Her…Her brothers didn’t hate her…

“We got go now. Dream could be here any minute.” Techno said, standing and offering a hand to (Y/N), Fran trying to snap at it but he growled at the dog and the dog backed off.

(Y/N) hesitated as she took his hand and Techno pulled her up.

“Let’s go.” He looked around before leading the teenagers, a dog, and a ghost away.

…

“You got to promise me that you won’t let (Y/N) see Dream,” Tommy said.

“What?”

“…I thought I hated her…I never really did but I always said I did. Now, I don’t hate her at all because now…now I know what Dream can do. You can’t let her in that cell with him. Promise me, Sam.”

“…Yeah, ok. I promise.”

“Thanks. If you see her…let her know I’d like to talk ok?” He smiled sadly. “We all miss her.”

“I will.”

…

Sam came to his base, beaten and bloodied but he was alive. His base was in disarray but that meant one thing, Dream hadn’t been able to find (Y/N). He smiled to himself. Puffy had gotten his message and gotten to the brothers.

He had planned on slowly introducing her back to her family to help her realize no one hated her but he had to speed everything up for her safety. He knew, there was no better place for her now than with her own family as Dream was on a war place to reclaim a piece in his game of chess.

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angry-geese · 3 years

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Hi there <3 I've read some of your works and i'm in love with your writing. May I please request a fluff gojo x fem!reader? Like they finished their work in the evening and spend the rest of the night together at home💕 It could be a oneshot or a hc, whichever you feel to write. Thank you so much ^^ I'm sorry just in case my request is somehow not really clear☺️

Of course! here you go <3

Mochi

Gojo Satoru x reader

Warnings: none! entirely fluff! this will quite literally rot your teeth. afab reader

a/n: this ended up being a little longer than I intended lol whoops

Word Count: 2.5k

Satoru Gojo is a busy man.

The strongest can't really take a break. He’s on call 24/7. People are pulling him in all directions simultaneously. With everything that's been going on, between the mess with Sukuna, and everything happening at the school, he’s been short on time.

He needs a break.

He's more tired than he lets on. He’s good at hiding it. Especially around his students. It's hard to pull him away from his work. He's insistent that he’s fine. When you’re around someone for so long, you learn to pick up when they aren't. He can pretend to be fine all he wants. You know otherwise.

Sometimes what the strongest needs is someone to boss him around.

He’s capable of taking care of himself. He’s proven that already. But worrying is in your nature. You care about him, of course you’re going to worry.

You were a first year when you met him, having just transfered schools after an incident involving a curse. In a matter of weeks your life had seemingly been flipped on its head. The switch took some time to get used to. Switching schools your first year, let alone switching to this one in particular, was never going to be easy. Getting used to the way Jujutsu society worked took a while. He was a year above you, and you remember absolutely hating him. Gojo was insufferable- or you found him to be such. But he was friends with Nanami, who was a friend of yours, so you reluctantly hung out with him. Nanami, being in the same year as you, was the first to help you out, extending a hand and helping you get used to the way things worked.

Spending time with him didn't do much to change your views. The two of you couldn't have been more different. You still are. But something about opposites attracts.

The first time you gave him the benefit of the doubt was the first time he saved your life.

It may be a bit of an over exaggeration. You’re certain you would have survived without his help, but that could also be an attempt to preserve your pride. You went after a curse, not expecting it to be as strong as it was. As far as you knew, it shouldn't have been stronger than a grade three. Being a grade two at the time, this should have been well in your ability. There ended up being more than one curse, and they were stronger than anyone had realized. You were in over your head.

It wasn't your fault. You couldn't have known. It's not like you could pick and choose which curses you fought. As a student, that was decided for you.

You had resigned to your fate, separated from the others, injured. Nothing fatal. It left a cool scar, though. But you were well out of your league, put on an assignment far harder than you could deal with. You hate to admit defeat, but you had no other option.

Out of what seemed like thin air came Gojo, taking out both curses like it was nothing. Despite not liking him all that much, it was hard to not be impressed. He was strong. Stronger than you could ever hope to be.

You made it home in one piece.

It was three days before you’d finally confront him.

Getting him alone was hard enough. Being an underclassman, you didn't interact with him a whole lot. You didn't have any classes together. The few times you ran into him were when you hung out with Nanami, who was gone at the time.

When the opportunity presented itself, you took it, cornering him behind the school.

Even back then it was impossible to sneak up on him. He could sense you coming.

“Jesus-” he said, referring to you by your last name, “you look like you want to kill me.”

“You helped me out.” You said. “Why?”

He only shrugged. Not wanting to take that for an answer, you followed him. You were insistent you paid him back. You’d never let a debt like that go unpaid. The first debts are always the hardest to pay back. And when a first debt involves saving your life, well, you’ve got a lifetime to pay back. You only left once Gojo showed up. He needed to talk to Gojo about something, and although you were curious, you didn't feel like sticking around.

Gojo spent the next couple days scheming. You were determined enough you would do just about anything. He could have easily abused his power. It would have been even easier to force you to drop it, but something told him you weren't about to take no for an answer.

You wouldn't.

3pm in the bathrooms. It was hardly a week later. Your last class had ended for the day. You had snuck cigarettes in, blowing the smoke out of the crack in the window. You don't smoke anymore, but you went through nearly a pack a day in high school. There wasn't a specific brand you liked—you didn't necessarily like smoking, but you did it when you were stressed—you just used whatever you got ahold of.

You didn't hear the door open. Gojo wasn't the sneaky type, but he could be when he wanted. You weren't too hard to sneak up on.

If you didn't have contraband that likely would have gotten you expelled, you would have screamed when you saw him. He scared you, not to mention he snuck into the girl’s bathrooms. The two of you would be in equally deep shit if you reported the other. So at that moment you came to a silent agreement.

“You still want to pay me back?” He asked. “Cause I have an idea.”

You perked up at his words.

“Get me mochi from that shop just down the road. You know the one that just opened up?” He asked. “Bring me some and I’ll call us even.”

“That's it?” You asked. It was almost anticlimactic. But despite everything, he was insistent.

Gojo hasn't changed a whole lot since then.

He still has his sweet tooth. He still makes you get him mochi from that shop. It feels like you’re the ones keeping it in business nowadays.

You’re not quite sure who made the first move.

Soon you began spending more time together away from Nanami and Geto. You got along better than anyone—mostly you—ever expected. You weren't the most outwardly affectionate. While you were far from shy, pda wasn't really your thing. Gojo is the opposite. Even now, years after you began dating, he’s still clingy. You’ve gotten used to it. Gojo is possessive, he wants everyone to know you’re his. Not that they don't know already. He can't shut up about you.

Getting him alone has always been hard. Not much has changed in the past few years. He’s only gotten busier. Try to drag him away from work all you want, you rarely succeed.

Tonight he's come willingly. He finished his work early, and all you had left was stuff you could finish in the morning.

Nights at home like this—together—are rare. It feels like you hardly see him anymore. You often fall asleep alone, only to wake up to the other side of the bed being cold. He’s been so occupied with this business with Yuji, that he’s hardly had time for anything else. You sneak away during your breaks, like you’re teenagers again, stealing kisses between classes. You almost don't know what to do.

It almost feels like you should do something to celebrate.

The lights are off when you get home. Your apartment looks empty. Megumi must still be out with his friends.

“What should we do for dinner?” Gojo asks.

“Takeout?” You say. "I don't feel like cooking."

Gojo’s a decent cook, but he doesn't feel like doing so either. He’d get takeout every night if you’d let him. But that's not good for him (or Megumi) so you force him to do otherwise. Because you’re normally home, and you like baking, you’re usually the one to make dinner. There's not much in the fridge. You'll have to get groceries eventually. Not tonight. Maybe tomorrow. It shouldn't take long.

“How does Korean barbeque sound?" He asks. "From that place down the street?”

"Sounds good,"

You find a menu buried in one of your kitchen drawers, stashed with other takeout menus. You pick out something—two meals, plus some sweet buns for dessert—he calls the restaurant. You pay the extra cash to have it delivered. Neither of you feel like going and picking it up. It's more convenient than the alternative.

The tv drones on in the background while you wait. There’s not much on tv at this hour. News, some late night soaps. While you do like your occasional soap opera, none that you normally watch are on. Gojo changes it to the news. The weather. It looks like it'll rain tomorrow morning, but the rest of the day is supposed to be warm.

"We should go to the park tomorrow," you say, "having a picnic sounds nice."

Gojo hums in approval. As long as you make those tea cakes—the ones with honey drizzled on top—he'll agree to tag along. Maybe you'll go check out the bookstore too. It's been a while since you've last gone.

You strip out of your uniform, pulling on some more comfortable clothes; a pair of shorts and one of Gojo's shirts. It smells like him. You can't help but bury your nose in the collar.

When there’s a knock at the door, Gojo is the one to answer. He returns with your food. You gather napkins and utensils. Gojo never saw the point in anything other than stainless steel chopsticks. Or wooden ones—those given to you with takeout—if he wasn't feeling up to doing dishes. You, on the other hand, bought all sorts of colorful ones and stands that may or may not have been lifted from various restaurants. That's one habit from your teenage years you never lost. You'd pocket almost anything that wasn't nailed down. Your apartment has a rather impressive assortment of salt and pepper shakers. Not to mention the box of hotel soaps you never use, but took because you "might" need it. He enables you, taking some whenever he stays out of town, bringing them home for you. Gojo can hardly say no to you.

Gojo settles next to you on the couch, his shoulder pressed to yours. He can't keep his hands off of you. He’s possessive by nature. Everyone has to know you’re his. He always has to be touching you. Not necessarily with his hands, but he presses his thigh against yours while sitting next to you, or his body pressed against yours from behind in public.

The two of you eat in relative silence. Gojo’s attention turns to the tv, but that doesn't stop him from practically laying on top of you. Occasionally he’ll sneak bites of your food, and you of his.

When you’re done, you clear away the empty containers, sitting any leftovers in the fridge. Gojo sprawls out on the couch. He easily takes up any bit of space. The couch can hardly fit all 6-foot-something of Gojo. It hardly fits you. You've been meaning to look for another one, but haven't found the time to.

He opens his arms, and instinctively you go into them. You move so you can rest partially against the arm of the couch, Gojo's head leaning against your shoulder. His arms loop around your waist, his fingers lacing over your stomach.

It doesn't take him long to begin to drift off. He falls asleep in the crook of your neck. The low sound of the tv, combined with the warmth of his body makes you want to drift off to sleep. Sleeping on the couch like this isn't very good for your (or his) back, but you don't want to move.

The next time your eyes open, some late night game show plays, disturbing your sleep with loud music. The clock on the wall reads some time past two. It's hard to read the minute hand. You gently shake Gojo awake. One of his eyes cracks open and he lets out a soft “hm?”

“Come to bed,” you say, your arms wrapping around his neck, “it's late.”

His eyes close, and for a moment you think he’s drifted back off to sleep, when his grip around you tightens, and he’s rolling over on top of you.

“I think I’ll stay here with you, mochi,” he says, planting a wet kiss to your neck. The feeling of his lips on your neck makes you shiver.

And though he doesn't move, there's a look in his eyes that tells you he has something planned. You only notice too late that his grip never loosens, and the mischievous glint to his eyes. You couldn't wiggle out of it if you wanted to. You're effectively trapped.

He litters your neck with kisses, sending you into a giggling fit, and he doesn't stop until you’re begging him to. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes from laughing. Your nails dig into your palms so hard they leave little crescent-shaped indents.

When you finally settle down, he’s pulling you into his arms bridal style, heading for your shared room. The bed is still unmade from this morning. Neither of you bothered to put it away. You were busy, and the thought slipped your mind.

Gojo shoves the covers aside, pulling you to lay on his chest. His fingers gently trace up the curve of your spine as he watches the steady rise and fall of your chest. Goosebumps prickle your exposed skin. He’s careful with how he touches you, loving, and soft. It's like he’s trying to memorize every inch of your body. His heartbeat is audible. Steady, and quet, acting as a lullaby. Your eyes shut, but you’re still awake. The intimacy of the moment doesn't go over your head.

He thinks he could die happy at this moment. Any moment, with you, really. Even during fights, or nights where he doesn't come home until long after you’ve fallen asleep, and you’re left irritated with his lack of time. As long as you’re by his side, he’s content.

He doesn't give much to the thought of settling down. His work will never let him. Neither does he think much about having any biological children. You practically have two already. Settling down isn't really an option for the strongest. This is the closest he’ll get to it.

For now, he just thinks about the park, and the blue sundress you always wear when you go.

Not many people can say they’ve changed who Satoru Gojo is as a person—let alone for the better—but you’ve changed him twice. Once in your meeting behind the school, and once again tonight. He’s found the one.

The first debt is always the hardest to pay back. But you've paid it in full.

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l4verq · 3 years

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fight back | b.b

bucky barnes x enhanced!reader

in which bucky won’t lay a hand on you no matter what :(

tags : a little brawl, fluff cause icanthelpmyself, mentions of blood, john walker (idk if we're supposed to like him now ??) bucky is a cat lady okk

fic : one shot

a/n : inspired by that scene in the final ep of tfatws when karli is screaming at sam to fight back lol😳

|| gif by @unearthlydust ||

one world, one people.

you repeat it in your head one more time, when he comes into view, vibranium gleaming onyx with loops of gold.

you know that he knows you’re here, back to the wall a few feet away, peeking at him.

he doesn’t know that you let him know.

doesn’t know that you laid out a trap and just like the foolish mouse, he walked right into the lion’s den.

although you’re not sure who the fool actually is, when you meet his eyes, knees almost buckling at the sight just cause of how long it’s been without them.

“y/n.” he breathes out, almost in disbelief.

it’s been fourteen months since he woke up to an empty bed and a handwritten goodbye letter folded in a clean white envelope, tucked under a pillow still marked by the soft indentation of your head.

fourteen months since you took off in the dead of night, pulling your- his hood over your head, the cold wind nipping at your skin, almost like it was punishing you.

maybe, it saw what you did.

oh, but fred definitely saw what you did, that damn cat always followed you two around even though it’s owner was the blonde next door. her name wasn’t even fred, bucky came up with it after the third time it snuck into the apartment.

he swore he hated it but always seemed to have a treat lying around in case it did come.

and it did, a lot. neglected by it’s owner, it chose to seek comfort in the couple next door, and sometimes a meal or two.

“sorry, no treat today bub.”

fred scowled - honestly, you wouldn’t be surprised if an actual human was living in it - mewling as it came up to you for the usual chin rubs and cooes.

you sighed, caving into it’s antics, squatting to pet it.

cradling it’s head into your palm, she was purring, a very uncommon sight. fred doesn’t purr, she scratches and hisses at anything and everything that moves.

“you’re particularly nice today.” you commented, getting up. it mewled even louder this time but you turned on your heels and headed for the stairs.

you were already late.

your legs picked up pace quickly, easily crossing multiple blocks over in a few long strides owing to the blue serum coursing through your veins.

though your mind remained stationary, fixated on a single face, how it’d crumble at the sight of the letter, how he’d probably end up hating you.

“took you long enough.”

her auburn locks were tied into a loose braid that curved around her neck, the tip sat just below her collarbone, a piss poor job held together by a thin maroon colored band.

it was quintessentially her, the lack of utter patience to spend two minutes looping three knots of hair one over the other.

you jogged over to the other side of the black suv, noticing a stark white rectangle where a liscence plate should be.

“he’s knocked out cold,” you asked as soon as you grabbed the door handle open, “how?”

lazropthalein.

it came in the mail in a brown package, no return address. bucky wasn’t home, he had a scheduled therapy session down the block.

just a pinch is enough.

the text from the unknown number read.

it had no odour, a clean, white colour to it that blended in seamlessly with the flour.

“you baked without me?” bucky gasped, dramatically, hand covering his gaping mouth. his other hand carried two plastic bags, filled to the brim, a purple razor was poking out the top.

he even had to drop the poor bags on the floor, just to emphasize the utter shock he felt.

“i got bored.” you giggled, wiping the countertop with a wet cloth, remnants of flour on the sleek marble turning goopy under it.

“traitor.”

“it’s just cupcakes.”

“still a cake.”

you sighed, “you’re a five year old.”

he huffed, trudging towards the living room, shoulders hunched to really hone in on just how devastating this was for him.

“don’t i get a hug?” you held your arms out, making grabby hands, following him.

apparently, the devastation was to the point where he had to bring out the big guns, the sad baby blues.

the act lasted for another minute? at best. hours later, he was happily munching away.

“i know why it tastes so good.” he moaned, smacking his lips.

your smile faltered a little, did he kn- no, there’s no way he could have known. you burned that little plastic bag as soon as you dumped a pinch in.

“yea?”

he grinned, popping the last bit left in “it was made with your love.”

“how did it work?” your voice rose several octaves higher, amplified further by the cool, silent night.

drugs and sedatives don’t work on supersoldiers yet a certain blue eyed one was back home, unmoving even if you screamed right into his ears.

“dr wilfred, he invented it. the power broker wanted something to balance out our,” she flared her hands at both of you, “super-soldierness, so that we don’t have an upper hand when all’s said and done.”

would the either of you even be alive when all was said and done?

“look, i know you didn’t want to do this but james, he won’t understand. he’s not one o-..”

“yea, can we jus- let’s just get out of here.” you get in beside her, whipping the seatbelt over your torso.

the car was stuffy, felt like a choke around your neck that only seemed to tighten more and more.

“if we go now, there’s no coming back.” she glances at you, hand curled over the gearstick ready to position it in place.

she was giving you an out, one last chance. karli was a lot of things and having a heart inside that cold, bitchy exterior was one.

“i know.”

you sunk deeper into your seat, the hoodie had a faint smell of burnt toast and that cologne which was on sale, almost half off if you cut out the taxes.

it smelled like him, too much like him.

until it didn’t after a few days. but you still slept with it, just outright refusing to wash it despite karli’s snarky remarks about hygiene.

hygiene could go fuck herself, for all you know.

compared to the motels and basements you guys shifted around in, that hoodie was a doctor’s scrubs.

when the moon hung low on the black sky, you tried not to think about him too much. the silence didn’t help, you needed something to drown out your thoughts. that’s when the ‘socialising’ with the other flag smashers started. they were nice.

nice cause you were the leader’s little sister. but also a huge fucking liability because of a certain supersoldier hot on their heels in search of you, ruining every goddamn plan so their niceness was.. limited.

karli was a natural when it came to it, all of it. the talking, rallying of supporters - fuck, she just had a way with words. she could make you believe she hung up the stars in the sky.

probably how she convinced you that holding a room chock full of council members hostage right smack in the middle of nyc was a good idea.

the only idea, more precisely.

you guys had the upper hand, more than a handful supersoldiers at your disposal, capable of taking down the entire military force if you so pleased.

the only playing card they had was one supersoldier, who was better off distracted, kept off the field.

so who better to send to do the deed than the love of his life.

“fred had a baby. multiple babies, spawn of the devil if you ask me. always running around, thrashing the place up.” he takes small steps towards you, slow and calculated, as if a lion stalking around a prey.

“you shouldn’t be here.” you lie through your teeth, a tiny white compared to the ones that’ve rolled off your tongue before.

“i think the neighbours call me a cat lady now,” his eyes shift around and he leans in to whisper, “they haven’t even seen my knitting skills yet.”

“stop.” you think you said it or much rather whispered it, your voice was failing you. he’s getting close, too close for your liking so why aren’t you backing away from him?

“fred misses you, you know. she wonders where you went.” he smiles but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

the hairs on your neck shoot up, a slight twitch of your brow. the way bucky’s ear perk up, you realise it’s not just you and him here anymore.

someone else has arrived.

“i’ve got it handled, john.” bucky turns around, plants him directly infront of you, blocking john’s view of you.

sure enough, it’s john limping in, a nasty gash across his chest.

your blood runs cold because this isn’t how it’s supposed to go.

john isn’t supposed to be here, he’s supposed to be fighting.. oh god. you notice the various splatters of blood on his cowl, on his boot, on his shield.

it’s too much blood from a guy who’s barely bleeding.

“really? i was thinking you should do more than just talk.” he spits on the ground and wipes his mouth.

you notice, the spit’s all blood too.

“i’m giving you a chance to walk away, right now.”

john snorts, leaning sideways to get a view of you, neck craned out.

“and leave this prize all to yourself?” he grins, “i’d be an idiot.”

“you have a death wish then.” you lift your chin a little higher, praying your quickening heartbeat doesn’t give away your calm exterior.

john whistles, grimacing as he straightens, “so, she does talk.”

you scowl, crossing your arms.

he’s in bad shape. he has no chance, not that he ever did even in his best shape. he knows that too yet he’s still here. that sends a chill up your spine.

“go, i got this.” bucky tips his head, glancing at you.

“i don’t need you to save me.” you hiss at him, which comes out a little harsher than you intended. an apology dies in your throat as he flinches just the slightest.

“trouble in paradise?” john’s barely finished saying it before he’s reached behind his back and swinging the vibranium

you hear it before you see it stopped mid air by a gloved hand. then you charge.

it’s all a hazy mix of blue and red until your fist connects with his jaw, sound of something breaking ringing in your ear.

something pulls your waist back, a grip far too strong to be just flesh.

“go, i’ll ta-..” bucky’s barely said anything before an upward cut from john connects to his neck, violent coughs ensuing.

you grip john’s arm before he’s even retracted it back, jump up his back, settling around his neck and twist until you hear a crack and a bloodcurling scream following suit.

he whips his head back right into your stomach, seizes that moment when the wind knocks out of you to pull you by your hair off him.

“i told you to go.” bucky growls, kicking john right in the shin that makes him kneel and you almost fall off but you keep your fingers tightly looped around john’s hair, pulling as hard you can.

but he’s relentless.

your head hits something hard and you realise you’re on the ground now, legs loosely around john’s shoulders, him also on the ground.

it’s like the both of you realise at the same time but you’re quicker. your legs tighten around his neck, against the spot where a thick neck muscle throbs. he claws desperately around, straining for oxygen

soon, his hands lull down, the dull thud on the ground confirming his unconsciousness.

“are you hurt?” bucky’s hovering over you, seemingly unfazed by john’s neck in a chokehold by your legs right now.

you reject his hand he extends and push yourself off the gravelly concrete on to your feet.

“this was a mistake.” you trail off, saying it more to your own self.

you weren’t the lion, you were the stupid fox who thought it was.

stupid enough to believe you were over bucky and that everything wouldn’t come rushing back as soon as you laid eyes on him.

he whips you around by your hand and before you know it, he’s already caught your other fist heading for his sternum. you barely feel the grip, it’s soft, just so incredibly soft and fits so right.

you hate it.

rage bubbles inside you, mostly at yourself. partly at him because he’s not screaming at you or slamming you against the wall or jus- anything.

you wrench your hand away, land a swing which he does nothing to block. his grip on your other hand loosens and he still does nothing when another hit to the jaw leaves him staggering,

instead, he looks at you softly as if resigning himself to your anger, to let it simmer off.

“fight back!” you scream, outstretched palms pushing him back.

he stumbles a few steps back, hands reaching out to yours resting on his chest, fingers intertwining yours tightly.

“stop.” it’s a soft plead, tears spiking the corners of his eyes.

“hit me!” you’re practically begging at this point, thrashing your arms around.

his hands grapple at your shoulders, bringing you to his chest, “it’s okay.”

he smells so sweet, just so sweet that you almost believe him.

“i drugged you and i left you and i-,” you inhale sharply, “i killed so many people, bucky.”

the last fourteen months had escalated quickly from doing what’s right to doing what’s needed, lines blurred between moral ethics and survival.

“it’s okay.” he repeats, hand patting your hair, gentle and soothing. your body betrays you, sinking into his touch, his warmth.

“you should hate me.” you whimper.

you wouldn’t blame him if he did. you doubt he could hate you more than you already did yourself.

he pulls back, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, “i couldn’t if i tried.”

god, why does he have to be so.. bucky?

frustated, you spit out, “this? this was a distraction to separate you and sam.”

you don’t say it but it’s understood, understood that you wouldn’t have met him if not for it.

the inner corners of his brows angle up slightly, a ghost of a smile on his lips, “i know.”

your breath hitches, if he knows then wh-

“then, why..?”

you finally look up at him, vision blurry because of the stupid tears pooling at your eyes.

his thumb wipes away a tear dribbling down your cheek, the coldness of the metal a clear contrast to the warm moisture, “you know why.”

a/n : this one’s been sitting pretty, collecting cobwebs in my drafts so thought i’d take it out lol, also haven’t been posting fics in a whileeee cause im dumb and i’ve been working on multiple things all at once lol yea this is me rambling and also i just wanna say that i. love. folklore. sm. that whole album has me crying and sad and just :((

#bucky barnes #bucky #bucky x reader #bucky x you #bucky x y/n #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky fic #james bucky barnes #bucky fanfic #bucky imagine #fatws bucky #fatws #flag smashers #marvel #mcu

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oriigirii · 3 years

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The Brothers reacting to an MC who likes to collect... rocks?

It was certainly a strange hobby to behold, but there were more than meets the eye within these rocks! If you crack them open they often hold such a wonderful design, and on the rare occasion they can probably even hide a geode or two, regardless, you were very passionate for these things and it just so happens that it catches some of the brother’s attention.

(A/N: Ill be doing 2 at the time for now UwU

Warnings: none!

Reader: Gender Neutral!)

~ 눈_눈 Lucifer ~

* Lucifer always kept an eye on you ever since you got to Devildom

* Cuz of this, he was probably the first to notice your... strange addiction

* He saw how you always seem to stop on your tracks to pick up a shiny smooth stone lying on the side of the gates infront of the HoL while he walked home with you.

* Or how you’d snatch a few from the gardens on an early Sunday morning when you think that everyone was still asleep

* Since it was harmless enough, he never really bothered to call you out on it

* Lowkey does find it cute how something so small can already make you so happy, such an easy-to-please cutie you are

* It wasn’t a problem till he was told that you seem to be arriving late more often for your classes

* At first he thought that maybe you were simply caught up in some mess from his brothers again

* Maybe perhaps Belphie snuck you off to sleep again than go to class

* But no, when he’d confronted you he was pretty surprised, and at the same time, confused at your answer.

* “There were these cool looking red geodes I accidentally found on the back, b-but I mustve dropped them at some point when Mammon and I were rushing to class...so I’ve been trying to look for more of them for my collection... Sorry...”

*To be fair you did look pretty apologetic for it and really didnt mean to botch up your schedule, but still.

* He lets you go pretty easily, with a small lecture, but thats about it.

* Although you never did stop looking for that geode, you even pulled Beel to help with promise of a homemade cake to try and cover as much ground, but nothing.

* You came home that day a little defeated

* but much to your surprise when you reached your room, a small box was waiting outside your door and inside was none other than the beautiful red geode youve been so desperate to look for. And... well, you didnt have to guess who was kind enough to give it to you.

* The next day, you do go over to thank him properly for the help, and explain that you had been extremely captivated with that specfic geode because of how it reminds you of the first born’s eyes.

* This boi is highkey stunned but tryna make it lowkey though (pride 100)

* Definitely amused and flattered.

* From now on, he does continue to give you geodes to add to your collection, and would even accompany you on your little endeavors if his work load isnt too unbearing. Away from the eyes of his brothers of course.

* Hed definitely want to seek the perfect geode too that reminds him of you in return that he can decorate on his desk while hes working. Even better, maybe have the geodes crafted to a perfect ring that you two can wear.

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~ ᕙ(`▽´)ᕗ Mammon ~

* Not like youre complaining either

* Today was another weekend, and weekends mean you guys get to hang out!

* Not like you two were ever seperated in the first place anyways, he’s like an octopus that just wont let go

* Anyways, He casually enters your room, phone in hand as he scrolls through various articles featuring his modelling work, he was gonna show off as usual, afterall, this man LIVES for your praise.

* “Oi! (Y/N) Check this out! They ranked me number 1 on the most handsome model in Devildom! And I didn’t cheat the system this ti---”

* You had been busy in your cabinet when he walked in, so you didnt have time to warn him of your mess on your bed.

* Hence why, when he was starting to brag about his latest achievement, it was immediately cut off by a pained yelp.

* Mammon, too busy on his DDD, didnt notice the shiny geodes and stones you had left on your bed to arrange for your new dsplay case, and because of this, (his dumbass) plopped on the bed, landing right on the sharp edges of the beautiful rocks.

* It wasnt fun.

* You had rushed to help him as he started stroking his back from the sting, he was a demon so he was pretty sturdy, but cmon, landing on a buncha hard rocks was still not good.

* You did rush to go get him an ice pack for his poor back, and when you came back, he seemed to have been healed almost immediately as he stares at your collection with a big shine on his own eyes, they can rival the geodes at this point.

* “(Y/N)! Why didn’t you tell me you had these? Don’t yknow how much these would sell? Hell, I can even probably sell them for an even higher price!”

* The rolling of your eyes was very intense that Diavolo could feel it from his castle and you pushed that ice pack on his face to make him stop.

* You did make it very clear that if he ever decides to try and get any of these stones, you were gonna be snitching him to Beel for eating his pudding the other day (You wouldn’t though would you?)

* Still that does shut down his money making plans, but he does question you for it, why hoard these valuable items when you could make thousands of grimm for it? You even seem to have a talent for finding these too, it seems like a huge waste, and so you proceed to explain to him your love for these shiny geodes.

* First image in his head was you being a relative to a crow, or you being a crow in general, because if anything, thats what his little crows do, they pass him shiny stuff they find along the day, of course theyre not as extravagant as these geodes, but it doesnt negate the fact you definitely have crow energy, and hes so down for it. His love for you just grew tenfold.

* But who knew it can grow further? Because you eventually explain to him that the geodes you collected, or the simple stones you had, all were special because all of them hold a special memory. One of the smoother stones you had was the same stone you used to display your mom’s favorite rose garden, it even had your initials that you scrapped on when your were 5, another was a geode you found on your field trip at the human world and so on.

* Mammon definitely had his attention to you the entire time, this boy is smitten and he just loves hearing you talk about each one, he grows a small appreciation for them now and he can understand why you wouldn’t want to sell them away. But then he noticed you reach for a much cleaner, tear drop looking geode, it was a blue-yellow mix.

* You explain to him that this was your first geode found when you went here in Devildom, the first you also carved as it was more jagged than this when you found it, and of course, you chose to keep it cause it reminded you for your first man.

* Mammon was so moved,and he was just sitting there, red as a strawberry and mouth open like a fish out of water, but hes not the only one because you too were blushing like an idiot as you held the special rock.

* He does end up trying to act his typical ways, but he was nothing but a stuttering mess, and much to his embarassment, he was also tearing up.

* Please hug him, he needs it, he just cant help but feel so flattered that you dedicated a geode for him and he felt that pride and love swell to incredible levels, you definitely have him yearning for you even more.

* Next time you go out to seek more geodes here in Devildom, he might just come with you along with his army of crows, and even cuter, his crows would just hand you special rocks every now and then.

* This boy might just start his own collection now thanks to you, but most his geodes will just be dedicated to you

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A h h h hope you guys like it! I know its a weird premise, but I honestly do love gemstones and stuff lol, also yes i did indulge too much on Mammon, hush,but yeah, ill do more of the others soon!

(Art by me!)

#obey me shall we date #obey me Mammon x Reader #Obey me x reader #Obey me Lucifer x Reader #Obey me x gender neutral reader #Obey me fanfics

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angsty-omi · 3 years

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bokuto body shaming you

kotaro bokuto x reader

angst, fluff! happy ending, drabble

before you continue to read, please be aware of the following:

tw: eating disorder, eating, food, fatphobia, insecurity, bullying, and uh using the bathroom. LOL. i wrote this at 2 am because i couldn’t sleep. bear with me.

japan’s (and most of asia’s) beauty standards consists of a girl being size 00. obviously it is highly unfair and fatphobic. however, asian girls grow up to these same standards. therefore, when y/n is hurt over the fact that they called her fat, she gets offended. this is fiction and please remember your body is beautiful no matter what size!

now that you have read the precautions, enjoy!

today was super stressful, you missed breakfast because of work, clients took up your lunch time by feuding with their now divorced husbands, and you obviously couldn’t eat in the courtroom. you controlled the rumbles of you stomach and couldn’t wait to unlock your burgundy door. as you got home from work, bokuto was already on the couch.

“hey babe” he nonchalantly said.

“hi bubby”

as you walked over to the fridge, it was empty. you cried in agony.

“oooooh sorry i ate all of the leftovers”

your current state, was hangry. it was a clash of words to represent your current emotion. you snuck two middle fingers behind his head.

“i saw that,” he said while still looking at his game footage.

not having food in your system for longer than a day really upset you. so much so, you busted in tears out of frustration.

“literally all the places are closed at this hour, when i get home all i wanted was to ingest something, but you ate it all!” you sobbed.

“y/n, you’re blowing this out of proportion,”

“but i’m not! work has been so hard on me that i didn’t even have the opportunity to eat.”

“surely you had some sort of break, are you sure you’re not starving yourself again?” he laughed to himself.

your face was in shock.

in high school, you had an eating disorder. you hated the way you looked compared to the thin girls in your class. do you know how hard it is to be a size 4 in japan? thus, led to many insecurities being built up. while not eating, you also exercised quite frequently. and with no nutrients in you, your stomach salvaged itself. soon enough, you were on your road to being a size 2. however, one day you pushed yourself really hard. the girls in class A were talking about your rolls when you sit down. just the thought of that morning made you run faster. until you started to get light headed and pass out.

as you woke up, you were on a bench with a really attractive man at the end of it. you realized that your legs were on top of his lap. quickly, you sat upright, only to feel dizzy again.

“here take this,” the handsome man offered water.

you downed the whole thing, with water dripping out of your mouth. you then took your sleeve and wiped your mouth. for a good five seconds you were calm... until you realized how unladylike you were being. you looked over at the man and he was laughing. like, full on laughing.

“what’s so funny?”

“n-nothing it’s j-just the girls around here do the opposite of what you just did,” he barely spoke, not being able to contain his laughter.

“fine then i guess it’s time to tell you that i’m a dude”

the mans face went straight.

“god, i’m obviously kidding... what’s your name?”

“bokuto, yours?”

“y/n”

you both shook hands.

“now tell me y/n, as an athlete i know the main reasons of someone passing out like that.”

“are you anemic?” he asked.

you shook your head. then his face softened. oh, maybe he is smart.

out of nowhere, you started to tear up.

“are you okay?”

why do people ask that? when they ask that i cry even more.

he was a stranger, so you might aswell vent to him.

“it’s just been so hard keeping up with this body. you know how many times i just wanted to eat? like a fuck ton of food? but i literally couldn’t. i was hungry, yet when i looked at a fry it reminded me of my bullies. it fucking sucks.” you finally sobbed out. you were holding it in for so long, if felt kind of free to let it out. you looked over at bokuto, and he just listened intently. like he actually cared about your well-being.

“if i may, could i help you with that?” he got up the bench and lent out a hand.

and the rest was history. so when you heard those words out of bokuto’s mouth you instantly cried even more.

“obviously i’m not fucking starving myself.” you sharply stated.

“yeah no trust me y/n it’s pretty obvious that you’re not.”

the room was silent. did he just imply that i was fat?

“wait y/n-”

“have fun sleeping on the fucking couch” you slammed your shared bedroom door.

while it was closed, you immediately took off all your clothing. as you were just in your underwear, you grabbed your stomach. the fact that you could grab a handful of it, made you insecure again. like you were in high school. after a minute, you physically couldn’t look at yourself anymore. once your head hit the pillow you drifted off to sleep. having sleep for dinner feels oddly familiar.

when you slammed your door, bokuto had guilt written all over his face. he didn’t even understand why he said that. was he uncomfortable of how good his life was? and if that was the case, why did he have to jeopardize it this way? he finally realized that the life he had yesterday ago was pure happiness. he respected your wishes into sleeping on the couch that night. but, the next day he was going to make it all up to you.

as the sun just started to shine, he woke purposefully woke up early. hitting the farmers market to buy new ingredients for breakfast. his thoughts consisted of “y/n will like this” and “y/n loves these.” then, when he got home, he started cooking. whilst flipping the pancakes, he made sure to add extra love to it. he stacked the cakes with fresh berries on top, and a dazzle of “syrup goodness,” he likes to say.

as he knocks on the door and turns the knob, you weren’t there. his heart immediately dropped. he put down your breakfast on the dresser and his knees fell. crying for you. praying that you would come back.

his loud sniffles bothered you while you were shitting.

you yelled from the connected bathroom of your master, “BABE WHY ARE YOU CRYING”

silence.

you hear loud pattering running up to the bathroom and the door slammed open.

he quickly ran over to you and wrapped his arms around your head, “Y/N, MY DEAR Y/N, YOU’RE STILL HERE! MY PRAYERS HAVE BEEN ANSWERED I AM SO SORRY THAT I SAID THAT I DIDNT MEAN IT, EVEN IF YOU WERE TO GET BIG THERE’D BE MORE TO LOVE AND YOU’D BE SQUIS-”

“okay that’s enough i get it.” you frowned.

“bo, this would be more romantic... if i currently wasn’t taking a shit, could you let go of me?”

“no.” he said, with the same face used when you guys met and told him you were a dude.

after you finished your business, you hopped in the shower, and so did he. never in your life have you seen someone so excited to shampoo your hair. while the conditioner soaked, you turned around facing him.

“so, i’m really okay the way i am?” you faintly whispered.

he shut you up with a passionate kiss. clearly annoyed that you would say that. first it was on your lips, slowly down your nape, then to your stomach.

you blushed at the fact that he skipped your boobs. or so you thought. out of nowhere he grips your right one with force and says “hey if i feed you enough, could i possibly make these bigger?” he smirked.

you rolled your eyes and got out. you could hear bokuto solemnly whining in the background. you truly loved this man. with all your heart.

#haikyuu angst #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu fluff

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i-am-a-reader-fear-me · 3 years

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A Percabeth AU where they keep their relationship secret in fear of what their parents might think. (Warning: this goes over both PJO and HoO so it's very long):

The beginning of TLT goes as it should but after Percy is claimed, Annabeth is suddenly meaner and colder.

He remembers the Poseidon/Athena rivalry but doesn't see why they have to hate each other bcuz of their parents.

But Annabeth doesnt relent.

They still go on the quest together bcuz "you are so going to fail without a daughter of Athena."

But they still argue a lot and give poor Grover a satyr migraine.

When they have that bonding moment on the truck, Percy thinks maybe they're sorta friends, but Annabeth proves that wrong later by calling him a "Seaweed Brain" bcuz he's so stupid.

Percy fires back with "Wise Girl" but Annabeth seems to take that as more of a compliment than an insult.

(He doesn't stop calling her that tho)

After Luke betrays Percy, Annabeth's the one that found him after the dryads and she drags him to the infirmary but completely denies caring about him afterwards.

By SoM, Percy is so done with this and goes over to her asking if they could be friends.

Annabeth, who actually would like to be his friend, agrees with reluctancy, saying, "We have to keep it a secret though, or who knows what our parents might do."

Percy agrees.

Grover knows they're friends now cuz of the empathy link, but doesn't say anything.

In TTC, when Annabeth falls off the cliff, he blames himself more than ever, bcuz if they hadn't been fake arguing she might not have been distracted and fallen.

Thalia blames him even more too, and he has to keep his cover and can't tell her he knows it's all his fault.

Nico asks if Annabeth is Percy's girlfriend.

He says no, but he has a funny feeling in his heart.

He goes to the attic to ask the Oracle about Annabeth.

It doesn't answer.

When he thinks Artemis is about to ask Annabeth to join the Hunters, he knows he has to tell her something, even if it meant blowing their cover.

He breathes a sigh of relief when Artemis asks Thalia, and Annabeth is waiting for him to talk with narrowed eyes as if trying to figure out what he wants to say.

He chokes. (~Like doesn't say his feelings, not actually choke lol~)

In BotL, they are totally going out on a secret unofficial movie date but ofc the fiasco with Kelli at Goode happens.

Annabeth gets really jealous when Rachel appears. (Especially since Rachel has more opportunity to go out with Percy bcuz Annabeth and Percy have to pretend to hate each other.)

Percy, ofc, does not realize why in Hades she's acting like she really hates him even though they're in private.

At camp, they're playing Capture the Flag when they stumble on an entrance to the Labyrinth.

They go down to hide from monsters and end up stuck.

It's so dark Annabeth grabs his hand to keep from being separating. (~this is canon, they were holding hands I checked~)

When they find their way back out, it appears almost an hour had gone by when they were sure they were down for a couple minutes.

The campers were searching for the two of them and are immediately suspicious when they find the two alone. Together.

But they forget about that when Clarisse comes and asks about the "hole" they fell into and Annabeth suggests they continue talking in private.

It is then that Annabeth, Percy, Grover, and Tyson go on their quest.

When Annabeth and Percy reach Mount St. Helens they are quickly found out.

Percy tells Annabeth to escape saying he has a plan. (He really doesn't)

She kisses him. (~whaaaaaaaat~)

When she leaves, Percy apparently decides to cause a volcano to erupt. (~ya he doez~)

He lands on Ogygia, while Annabeth, thinking he is dead, goes back to camp, alone.

When she returns, they ask where Percy, Grover, and Tyson are but she refuses to say anything.

They realize what happened.

They have a burning of the shroud ceremony where she doesn't say anything, sitting, her face emotionless, but her heart in turmoil as she listens to Chiron.

That's when Percy crashes the funeral.

Annabeth is outraged.

She pretends it's because "THE WHOLE QUEST IS BEING HELD UP BECAUSE OF YOU! AND WHAT WERE YOU DOING, ENJOYING A VACATION AT PARADISE ISLAND?!?!"

It's really because she was head over heels with worry and grief (while he's off with sOmE imMorTal gOdDeSs) but she can't let anyone know that.

She is certainly not happy when Rachel joins their quest.

(Percy still doesn't get it.)

Before TLO, they are playing Capture the Flag, and the two are on opposite sides. (~in The Demigod Files, the story they find Festus for the first time in~)

Annabeth and Silena capture Percy and Beckendorf and the boys suffer an utter loss. (Were the myrmekes part of the plan? They'll never know.)

Beckendorf and Silena totally know they like each other no matter how much Percy and Annabeth fake it and try to get one of them to ask each other to the Independence Day firework show.

Annabeth does end up asking Percy and they watch the fireworks secretly next to the woods so no one sees them.

They hold hands or something else just as cute idk.

In TLO, when the Battle of Manhattan starts, everyone is surprised when Annabeth let's Percy take the lead.

When she takes the blade for Percy she says it was bcuz "I didn't know it was him!"

"So you would take a blade for anyone if it wasn't Percy?"

"...yes."

But by this time everyone secretly ships Percabeth so no one questions it.

After the war, Percy gives up immortality mostly for her but only those two know it. (And maybe Grover).

Annabeth asks him to meet her in the woods and when he does, she brings him a lumpy blue-colored cake which Tyson helped make. (Bcuz of course Tyson knows that they're secretly friends but Grover told him not to tell anyone).

They kiss, duh.

But then a monster comes out from the woods and they don't want to fight it after they just had a war so they run.

They end up by the lake and Percy pulls Annabeth in to get away from the monster.

Cue best underwater kiss ever.

They date in secret for two months but Percy's mom knows.

When Percy goes missing, Annabeth freaks.

She searches for him everywhere and if anyone asks why she's searching so hard for someone she doesn't even like, she just replies, "He probably just disappeared bcuz it's his turn to do the camp chores and I will not let him slack off," or "Who else am I supposed to use for target practice???"

(None of the campers who'd been in the Titan war buy it.)

In SoN, the only thing Percy remembers is Annabeth, but for some reason, he has this instinct to not tell anyone about her so he doesn't.

In MoA she still judo flips him and acts all mad (which she is) but he still laughs it off and says all sarcastic, "Oh, did the smartass daughter of Athena miss me?"

But he missed her too.

When they go to eat lunch Annabeth and Percy excuse themselves to "go to the bathroom" but they really snuck off to have their own private reunion.

"I missed you so much, Seaweed Brain. Don't ever disappear like that again."

"I'm sorry, Wise Girl. I missed you too."

*kissing*

Later, when Annabeth and Percy sneak off to the Pegasi stables on the Argo II and sleep next to each other.

Frank finds them.

They swear they didn't do anything and threaten Frank into silence.

He can never look at them the same way again though.

When Annabeth has to get the Athena Parthenos, Percy paces the deck of the Argo but says he's not worried about a daughter of Athena.

When she finally gets the statue, he goes down to meet her but she trips and falls into the Pit.

He catches her, but now he's hanging on a ledge.

"Percy, let me go. You can't pull us both up." She whispers, knowing they're too low for the others to hear.

"We're staying together. You're not getting away from me. Never again." He whispers back.

"As long as we're together."

At least in Tartarus, they don't have to pretend they don't absolutely, utterly love each other.

In Blood of Olympus, Percy, Annabeth, and Piper are walking underground to the monster's base in the Parthenon when they see a trident mark in the ground.

Annabeth says it's the place where Poseidon struck the ground.

At this point, Percy turns to Piper and asks, "Can you keep a secret?"

Piper nods.

That's when Percy kisses Annabeth.

When he pulls away, he says, "This is where the rivalry ends….for us, at least."

Piper acts surprised but on the inside she is rAGING bcuz now Leo owes her ten bucks but she can't tell him.

After the Giant war they consider telling their friends, but they're not sure…

Idk how to end this just keep going

Sort of a bonus:

The Hephaestus and Athena cabins worked together to make everyone monster-proof phones (which also correct their dyslexia) and Annabeth and Percy use them all the time to text each other and no one knows.

Jason asks Percy to come to a cafe with some of the others, and Annabeth and Percy are texting the whole time.

Their convo goes something like this:

'hey Annabeth, me, Jason, Frank and some of the others r going to that cafe on 31st street'

'*Jason, Frank, some of the others and I' 'Really? Piper, Hazel, and I are going there too. They mentioned Jason, Frank, and Leo might be there, but not you.'

'weird, they didn't say anything about u either' 'hey wait a sec, Jason's texting on some gc called Operation Get Them Together' 'the other guys' phones r ringing everytime he sends something…'

'What? Operation Get Them Together???'

'yeah'

'....'

'what'

'Oh no.'

'what??? Annabeth????'

'They're trying to set us up.'

'wdym set us up'

'I MEAN, they're TRYING to get us TO GET TOGETHER'

'huh?'

'THEY WANT US TO GO OUT PERCY! YOU KNOW, TO BE A COUPLE???'

'ok okkk u don't have to yell'

'🤦‍♀️'

'so what do we do'

'I think we should go along with it.'

'wait hold on, Jason's asking me who im texting'

'Wait, tell him it's your girlfriend. Just to screw with them.'

'haha yes ur a genius'

'I know.'

Percy tells Jason that he is texting his girlfriend, to which Jason replies by "What?!" and frantically starts typing on the group chat to tell everyone that 'YOU GUYS PERCY SAYS HE HAS A GF ABORT MISSION ABORT MISSION!!!'

To which Piper is the first to reply, saying, 'Nah, trust me, keep going with it'

At this point, they reach the cafe, and the boys and girls meet up at a table.

Annabeth, immediately going into acting mode, says, "What is he doing here?"

Percy fires back with a scowl and says, "You didn't tell me she was going to be here. I'm leaving."

Jason stops him tho

Percy and Annabeth sit down at the table, but everyone is still standing.

Piper and Hazel say they have to go to the bathroom and leave.

Jason and Leo say they're going to go order (even tho it's a sit down with a menu and order type of cafe???)

Everyone seems to have some kind of excuse to leave until Percy and Annabeth are left alone.

The two pull out their phones again.

'Seriously? This is their plan? Say we're all going out to eat and then leave the two of us alone?'

'ig' 'what do we do now'

'I don't know.' They're probably spying on us…'

'um is that Reyna, Hazel, and Calypso in the bushes with mud and green war paint on their faces?'

Reyna, Hazel, and Calypso were indeed hiding in the bushes (with binoculars) with mud and green war paint on their faces.

'Wtf?? How'd they do that so fast???' 'And is that Leo and Piper holding newspapers with eyeholes cut through???'

'lol yea...then that eagle flying above us is prolly Frank'

'Jason is hiding in the clouds to your six.'

'where r Nico and Will?'

'I think that's them making out in the bushes.'

'lmaoo im so gonna tease them for that' 'so what do we do now Wise Girl'

'...' 'Follow my lead.'

'k'

Annabeth puts away her phone and stands up.

Percy follows her lead.

She says, "We know you guys are there, just come out. It's not going to work. And we see you too, Nico and Will."

The other demigods come out of their hiding spots (the two who had been called out looking especially sheepish).

"Why not?" Piper says, knowing perfectly well why not.

Percy looks between Annabeth and Piper, and seems to come to a decision.

"Because," he says and goes over to Annabeth and kisses her, "we're already together."

The responses were very diverse.

"What?!"

"I knew it!"

"Leo! My ten bucks. Now."

"Yeah, I walked in on them sleeping together…"

"So we did all this for nothing???"

"Wait, did you say sleeping together?"

They arguing stops as two flashes of light almost blind everyone and two gods appear.

Poseidon and Athena.

For several seconds, the two gods just stare at Percy and Annabeth (who are now holding hands just bcuz)

Then, finally, after what seemed and EXCRUCIATINGLY long time, Poseidon turns to Athena and says:

"I was right, you were wrong, I was RIGHT, you were WRONG, I WAS RIGHT, YOU WERE WRONG, YOU OWE ME FIFTY DRACHMAS BIRD BRAIN"

This was not the reaction the demigods was expecting if you couldn't tell

Athena just scowls and makes a pouch filled with drachmas appear, and throws it at Poseidon.

Poseidon catches it, bringing out what appears to be a phone and starts calling someone.

Athena goes over to Percy and Annabeth.

She looks mad, and Annabeth tries to let go of Percy's hand, panicking, trying to think of a lie, but Percy doesn't let go.

"My daughter is the smartest and best of my children, and as much as I don't approve of this, if she chose you, sea-spawn, she must have a good reason. But if you step one foot out of line, I will have you punished, understood?"

Athena addresses this to Percy, who nods fearfully.

"Good."

Suddenly there are a bunch more flashes of light as more gods appear bcuz apparently, Poseidon wanted everyone to see that he was right and Athena was wrong.

Ofc chaos ensues.

But Percy and Annabeth are still holding hands and look at each other and feel overwhelmingly happy for the first time in a long time because now they don't have to keep their relationship a secret anymore.

THE END~

WTF HAVE I WRITTEN.

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k-n-e-o · 4 years

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Bts Reaction to forgetting their s|o birthday

Requested? Yep

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Warnings: angst, maybe swearing (i don’t really remember).

A|n: I tried to make these really angsty but some of them aren’t as angsty as others, sorry :(

They’re also quite long. I could’ve posted last night but I wanted to add a keep reading since it was so long.

I think I also flip flop between gender-neutral and female pronouns throughout this soooo I’m sorry if it gets confusing. _____________

Jin

He probably would’ve done an impromptu live just cause he wanted too. He would see some comments asking about what he did for your birthday (Your relationship was announced a few months ago let’s say). He honestly thought your birthday was tomorrow and started talking about how he was going to take you to a really nice restaurant for dinner and everything. His face paled as he read the comments saying that today was actually your birthday. Without question, he ended the live and quickly made his way to the restaurant you were supposed to meet. When he arrived, he was about an hour and a half late for your date. Jin entered the restaurant, out of breath and panting. You were at the front desk waiting for your coat (It was a fancy restaurant) You looked over to him and sighed. You got your coat and left through the door completely ignoring the man who was apologizing and following you to the car you took there. You didn’t say anything when Jin sat in the passenger seat (He just let himself in, there was nothing you could do).

“I’m sorry love, let me make it up to you” You turned on the car and continued to look at the outside wall of the restaurant. “If you’re going to stay, then put your seatbelt on” Your voice was monotonous and flat. Jin went rigid, his normal, confident, and cocky self went out the window. He buckled the seatbelt and you quickly put the car in reverse and backed up into the parking lot. The car ride home was mostly jin trying to justify the fact that he forgot your birthday and your date while you continued to ignore him.

Jin was at a loss. No matter what he tried to do or say, nothing could break your silence. You tossed a blanket and a pillow into the living room where Jin was helplessly standing. He understood what you were doing and decided not to fight with you.

When you woke up in the morning you felt a little guilty for how you treated Jin, however you were still a little peeved about being stood up. You walked into the kitchen ready to talk it out with Jin when you saw the table set and filled with an array of breakfast foods. Jin stood beside your chair, dressed in his apron that said ‘kiss the cook’ (Sorry that’s cliche lol)

When he saw you he pulled out your chair and gestured for you to sit down. Hesitantly, you take your seat. Jin elegantly poured fruit juice (Like orange juice) into your wine glass before he sat down across from you. In front of you was a plate with a card set on top of it. On the card was a sad-looking taco with the words ‘can we taco ‘bout it?’ scrawled underneath. You look up to jin and can’t help but to roll your eyes. Jin has his hands on both sides of his face with a dramatic pout on his lips and when you meet his gaze he winks at you. You smile, it’s hard to stay mad at this goofball.

———

Suga

(why does his hair look so soft??)

Suga was sat at his desk in his studio working very hard on his music. He was probably the most focused he had been all week and so because of this he unknowingly worked for hours on end. By the time he chose to take a break and he looked at the time, it was around 8:30 in the evening. He didn’t think too much of it until he looked at his phone and saw quite a few messages from you. Suga went on a cursing tangent as he turned off his equipment and grabbed his bag, and started running towards your shared apartment. You and him were supposed to go out on a romantic evening to celebrate your birthday. Suga was supposed to pick you up around 4 and take you around some of the prettiest places in Seoul, but obviously, that didn’t happen. When he entered the house you were busy in the kitchen clad in sweat pants and an oversized shirt. While taking off his shoes, Yoongi watched you carefully. He knew that you heard the front door open and his panting, but you didn’t even spare him a glance. Suga walked into the kitchen where you were washing dishes. He observed you for a moment, assessing the situation.

“Baby, I’m so sorry I forgot about our plans for tonight. We can still go out.” He wrapped his arms around you and kisses your temple.

“Yoongi, please go back to your studio, obviously work is more important than me”

Your tone was emotionless as you dried the now clean dishes. Suga furrowed his brows and clenched his jaw. You’ve had this conversation before and he’s told you multiple times that nothing is more important than you. His hands rest on your hips as he tries to answer calmly.

“Let’s not do this now” You turn around, towel gripped tightly in your hand.

“And why not? We don’t get a lot of time together as it is and when we finally set up something, on my birthday none the less, you spend the whole time sitting in that stupid studio of yours.” Suga didn’t say anything, instead, he closed his eyes to calm himself down.

“Never mind” You throw down the towel onto the counter and stalked off to your bedroom. Suga rubbed his face. He knew that he needed to give you some space so he picked up the towel that you had tossed down and finished the dishes. When he was done, he made his way to the room and quietly snuck in. He crawled on your bed and wrapped his arms around your waist, hands sneaking up your oversized shirt to rest on your stomach. He wasn’t the most affectionate but that doesn’t mean he isn’t affectionate at all. He placed little kisses on the back of your neck. “I’m sorry baby. I’ll take you out for breakfast tomorrow how does that sound? I’m so sorry that I missed your birthday.” You turn around in his arms and kiss his nose. Things were silent for a moment as Suga waited for your answer. You nodded your head before whispering.

“I forgive you”

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J-Hope

(I had to use this gif cause 1. he’s cute and 2. there’s a cake 🤷‍♀️)

J-hope was practicing with Jimin and Jungkook when Jimin mentioned your birthday. To be honest he was like jin and thought your birthday was tomorrow. Jungkook gives him a look, “But isn’t their birthday on (your birthday)?” J-hope nods as he continues to dance.

“But that’s today” J-hope paused and looked at the date on his phone. Cursing he messaged you.

< Baby, i’m so sorry that i’m going to be late, but I’m heading home now and we can head out to the restaurant.

> Don’t bother

Your message made j-hope freeze, his heart pounding just a little harder than normal. He could tell that you were pissed but he didn’t know how to make you feel better (He’s never forgotten your birthday before)

Jhope was already late as it was so he figured he could take a little more time and ask the boys what they thought he should do, which turned out to be a horrible idea. So j-hope said good night and grabbed his bag, heading home to you.

Jhope opened the door and found you sitting in the kitchen crying, a half-eaten slice of cake in front of you. He hurried to you and attempted to wipe your tears.

“Baby don’t cry” you swatted his hand away and turned away from him.

“Leave me alone Hoseok” once again, he was taken aback. You don’t use his real name much anymore.

“I’m sorry can I make it up to you?” You shake your head and turn further away from him. He places his hand on your shoulder but you shove it off. J-hope felt lost. He kind of just sat there in silence with you. He looked to your slice of cake and tilted his head.

“Where did you get the cake?” You sniffled and poked the cake with your fork.

“It’s the slice the restaurant gave me, they actually wanted to give me the whole cake cause they were sorry that I got stood up on my birthday.” Your words were bitter as you mutilated the cake. J-hope placed his hand on yours to stop your murder of the cake and he tried to catch your gaze.

“I’m really sorry” His words were soft when he spoke. You sighed and got out of your seat to sit in his lap. You feel him press little kisses to your face and neck, and then kissing your lips last. You mumble incoherently against his shoulder as J-hope kisses your cheek before speaking.

“I didn’t hear you sweetie” You laugh lightly.

“You owe me one”

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Namjoon

(I love this gif)

A week ago Namjoon promised you that he would leave work early in order to spend your birthday with you, telling you that he was going to plan something special. You furiously walked down the hallway towards Namjoons studio. You didn’t bother knocking, swinging the door open aggressively instead. Namjoon jumped at the loud sound and quickly spun towards the noise. His face softened when he saw you and he spoke cheerily. “Hey baby, what are you doing here?” Your features furrow and you place your hands on your hips.

“What happened to leaving early Namjoon?” your tone was amused but namjoon knew that you were far from that. Namjoon turned back to his computer, glancing at the time. His eyes widen when he sees that it’s 9:00 at night.

“Wow, it is getting late, we should head back home,” he says, still completely oblivious to his past promise. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” you say with a breathy laugh. “You really forgot didn’t you” Namjoon was calm as he looked at you.

“Was I supposed to do something?” You stare at him in disbelief. You rub your hands over your face before you spoke.

“Last week you told me that you were going to leave work early and that we were going to do something special for my birthday”

“Babe, I’m so sorry. How about we go somewhere tomorrow? I will take you anywhere you want to go” You look unamused, your arms crossed against your chest. With a disappointed sigh, you shake your head and leave the studio. Namjoon felt helpless, he wasn’t sure what he could do to make you feel better. It was too late to do your original plans which were also his gift to you so Namjoon was left empty-handed.

Namjoon entered your shared apartment half an hour after you, a vibrant bouquet of your favourite flowers in his sweaty grip.

He searched for you throughout the apartment and soon found you sitting up in bed on your phone. When you looked up you had to fight back a smile. Namjoon stood in front of you with the bouquet in his hands and he looked like a guilty puppy.

“Hey, um, I’m sorry. I know there’s no excuse for me forgetting your birthday, but I promise to make it up to you, however you want me to.” You gave in and smiled.

You gestured for Namjoon to walk over to you. He set the flowers down on the dresser and crawl over the bed to kiss your lips. You cup his cheeks and smile.

“I forgive you Joon”

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Jimin

Jimin was happily shopping with Tae, completely oblivious to the fact that you were waiting at the restaurant that Jimin had told you he would meet you at. While he was there he had bought you a gift and everything, but it still didn’t jog his memory. Jimin had made it home and went to open the door and walk in but ended up just running into the door because it was locked, which wouldn’t have been a problem except normally when jimin leaves the house for a short while and you're still home you leave the door unlocked for him so he doesn’t need to take his key. So jimin had a problem, the door was locked and he didn’t have his key, and he didn’t know how long you would be.

Jimin sat on the floor in front of the door, placing his bags beside him. It was only about fifteen minutes before he saw you step out of a taxi clad in your fanciest clothes, your hair all done up and makeup that probably took really long.

Jimin stood up as you walked closer to him, your shoes clicking on the ground. He opened his arms wide for a hug, a huge grin on his face.

“Happy birthday babe! Where did you go? Did you go out with your friends? You look stunning!” But his questions were met with silence as you unlocked the door, closing it on Jimin and locking it shortly after. To say Jimin was confused would be a great understatement. This man stood there staring at the closed door for a few minutes thinking through all the things he had done that day that could’ve upset you. Was it because he left early for work and didn’t cuddle with you? No, you wouldn’t have been that mad about it. He didn’t forget to say happy birthday because he texted you a birthday message and he said it when he took you out to lunch ( which was to your favourite place) and he just told you now. So what did he do? Or didn’t do? He looked through his past messages with you and that’s when it hit him. Jimin felt horrible as he read his messages between you and him a few days prior to talking about the dinner you would have at this fancy restaurant for your birthday.

Jimin knocked on the front door and called out to you.

“Babe, please let me in. I know what I did and I’m so sorry that I forgot. Please let me in so I can make it up to you.” Only silence followed. So Jimin stayed seated in front of the door, waiting for you to open it.

It only took just over fifteen minutes before you opened the door causing Jimin to fall into the house (Since he was leaning against it). He smiled happily as he looked up to you. You had changed into more comfortable clothing and your makeup was mostly off, but you were still so beautiful in his eyes.

“Does this mean that you forgive me?”

“No” You state matter of factly while you grab his bags and start digging through them, “What did you get?”

Jimin got up off the floor, melting a bit inside as he watched you get excited over what he bought.

(This ending was weird sorry 😂)

Taehyung

(I realized while I was editing this that Tae's repeats somethings that were in jimins, sorry about that)

Tae was just chilling on the floor, playing with yeontan. It’s not like he didn’t notice that you weren’t home, he just thought that you were out with some friends or something. Taehyung looked up when he heard your keys jingle and the lock click. He smiled and stood up holding his arms out for a hug when you entered the apartment. When you avoided his hug his shoulders slumped but he just summed it up to something happening while you were out.

“You look really gorgeous babe, did you go out with your friends?” His brows furrowed when you didn’t reply, instead choosing to quietly enter your shared bedroom, slamming the door afterward. This surprised Tae and slightly annoyed him a bit. You seemed okay this morning. Actually, you seemed happier than normal this morning, so the fact that you were so upset really confused Taehyung. He opened the bedroom door and saw the dress you were previously wearing, laying messily on the bed. The bathroom light was the only thing illuminating the bedroom. You are standing in front of the bathroom sink, an oversized shirt draped over your figure. You were wiping away the makeup you had spent so long on. Taehyung came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Taehyung please don’t” This made him freeze. You never call him by his name at home. He loosens his grip on your waist and looks at your face in the mirror. “What’s going on? You seem really out of it” You glare at him through the mirror. “I wonder why” You snap. Tae’s face falls making him look like a kicked puppy. “Was it something I did?” You took in a sharp breath and pushed taehyung out of the bathroom to avoid you giving in to Taehyung’s pouty face. Tae sat on the floor in front of the now-closed bathroom door, yeontan strolling up to sit beside him. He placed his forehead against the door, “Baby, talk to me, what did I do?”

You glare at your reflection in the mirror.

“I waited for three hours for you at the restaurant. If today was any other day I wouldn’t be too mad but it’s my birthday Taehyung! You left me waiting at a restaurant for three hours on my birthday. No “Sorry i’m going to be late message’ or even a happy birthday”

Tae quickly lunged for his previously dead phone that was charging on his side table. When his phone turned on there were numerous messages from you and a few messages from Jin who apparently drove you home. Tae cursed under his breath and knocked on the bathroom door. When you opened the door, Tae felt so guilty. Your eyes were starting to water, and your lips were pouting. Taehyung pulled you into his chest and kissed your temple.

“I’m so sorry baby” He mumbles into your hair.

“Why don’t we go out for some food, I’ll pay for all the food you want” You shake your head mumbling into his chest.

“I just want to stay home now and cuddle with you.” Tae nods and kisses your head again, “Okay we can do that too” He lets you go and watches as you walk to the bed. “I was telling you the truth though, you did look really beautiful baby” Tae explains to your retreating figure hoping to get a smile out of you. You give him an unimpressed look.

“I’m still mad at you tae”

Jungkook

Jungkook sent you a message saying that he was going to be spending the night with the boys about an hour ago, however you never replied even though below the message was the word read, making Jungkook feel very uneasy. Jungkook turned off his phone and walked into the kitchen where some of the others were gathered, snacking on anything they could find. “What’s up?” Jungkook sighed as he stood beside Tae who was munching on a bag of chips. “Y|n hasn’t replied yet”

“Is everything okay?” Jungkook shrugged

“I thought it was. She was quite happy this morning, happier than normal. But know she’s ignoring me...” Jungkook looked to his phone again, and again, still no message.

“Maybe go spend the night with her, you can stay with us whenever you want but I think you need to sort this out,” namjoon said, watching Jungkook. He nods and heads to the door to put on his shoes and grab his overnight bag. He says his goodbyes and heads to the apartment.

The moment Jungkook saw you he knew you were ticked off with him. Your hair was done beautifully but your face was rubbed red like you had taken off makeup. You wore your own Jammies, not one of kooks shirts, and you held a slice of cake in your hand. Jungkook tried to speak but you stiffly walked into the bedroom. As Jungkook went to take off his shoes, a pillow and blanket were tossed out of the bedroom door and into the living room.

“It’s either with the boys or on the couch, but I don’t want to be with you right now” Jungkook looks to the blanket before looking back to you.

“But what did I do babe? Why are you mad at me?” You scoff and cross your arms.

“Do you not know what day it is today?” Jungkook looked around nervously.

“....Wednesday...?” (I just picked a random day) His voice was hesitant. You groan and roll your eyes.

“No Jungkook it’s my birthday” Jungkook felt his world come crashing down. That’s what he was feeling like he was forgetting the whole day.

“Oh gosh, I’m so sorry babe” you put your hand up.

“I don’t want to hear it Jungkook.” You walk into the bedroom and close the door before you yell out to him.

“Like I said if you don’t choose to stay with the boys, it’s the couch”

With a pout, Jungkook set up the pillow and blanket on the couch. He knew he did wrong but he didn’t like you mad at him. He had a hard time falling asleep.

It was around one in the morning when you felt the bed dip and arms carefully wrap around your waist. You felt delicate lips touch the back of your neck before a shaky whisper.

“I’m sorry baby, please forgive me” his words squeezed at your heart. You gripped one of his hands that were resting on your stomach and intertwined your fingers.

“I forgive you” Jungkook was surprised at your movement and your words. He hadn’t expected you to be awake. He leans over top of you and places a couple wet kisses on your cheek before kissing your temple.

“I love you so much”

“I love you too kookie”

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I hope you enjoyed 💙

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themonkeycabal · 3 years

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Wandavision Ep 7 Spoilers

Spoilers below

Good morning. There's a guy power washing the sidewalks at 12:30 a.m., and the drone from the generator is drilling into my brain. So I will watch WandaVision instead of doing something I might regret.

Previously on: Wanda was getting sick of Pietro's shit. Vision knows/thinks his wife is behind all the creepy shenanigans, and he tried to escape the Hex, only to fly to pieces in the real world. I can relate.

Outside, Monica, Jimmy, and Darcy were banished from the SWORD circus by Acting Director Dick, because of course. They snuck back in, also because of course. Darcy hacked AD Dick's files and found out he's Up to Something. Then she ran to try and help Vision and got herself arrested and handcuffed to a jeep. Which is where the brave SWORD agents left her when they ran away as Wanda, attempting to save Vision, expanded the Hex, swallowing Darcy and the SWORD compound, turning it all into a sitcom circus. Well deserved. Well, not Darcy, but anyway.

AD Dick escaped. Unfortunately. But, so did Jimmy and Monica who were off to her mystery aerospace engineer friend to find a way into the Hex.

Also, Tommy and Billy have powers.

The episode 7 summary is a delight: "Two super-powered beings living ideal suburban lives suspect that everything is not as it seems." You don't say, Disney+.

Wanda wakes, regrets everything, and hides under the covers. Understandable. Cut away to her addressing the camera The Office style "Look, we've all been there. Letting our fear and anger get the best of us; intentionally expanding the boarders of the false world we created". (cut to screaming running SWORD minions lol).

The boys come to get her, their game is freaking out. The video game controllers can't decide what decade they're in and are glitching it up.

Billy says his head feels weird and noisy. Wanda isn't terribly responsive. Mommy needs some her time.

"As punishment for my reckless evening, I plan on taking a quarantine-style staycation. A whole day. Just to myself. That'll show me." lol

Wanda eventually rouses herself, goes downstairs in her robe and sweats, ignores the boys fighting over a video game controller, and goes for the sugariest cereal. The milk container keeps glitching, she tries very very hard to ignore that.

Interesting Office-style opening credits, where it's just her name on everything. Vision is only added at the end, with the tag "Created by Wanda Maximoff".

Out in the real world, what is the point of SWORD? Like how do they have jurisdiction? Where is SHIELD. Director Mack, wtf, dude?

Anyway, now that part of their camp has been swallowed by the hex, they're further out, staring at the angry glowing force-field. AD Dick is a dick. He wants to know what's happening with the broadcast. His little minion says the signal's gone. Ominously he says "we launch today". Mmmm, what delightfully heavy-handed dipshittery will we have to endure?

Back inside. Vision wakes in the field at the edge of town that is now a circus. And lots and lots of clowns. He gets yelled at by a strongman who seems to think Vision is the new clown and tells him he's late for rehearsal with the escape artist. Who is Darcy. lol

"I put in for the bearded lady. But this alabaster complexion wasn't fooling anyone."

Darcy is chained to a ye olde fire engine or tractor or something. Vision walks up to her making a weird face and kind of waving his hand back and forth between them.

"You don't remember me from last night? We locked eyes, there was an unspoken understanding." Darcy tells him "um, hard pass." lol She busts out of her chains and walks away, Vision chases after.

Back at home, Wanda wants to know if the boys have seen dad, they haven't, but Billy wants to know about that whole thing Uncle Pietro said about dad being dead again. Wanda says Pietro is not their uncle. The boys don't understand, and Wanda has a little rambling breakdown about how she has no answers and maybe there's no meaning to anything ha ha don't worry boys mommy's just having a little depression.

Agnes knocks and then, you know, strolls in, when Wanda magics the door open.

"Hi Agnes. I'd get up but I just don't, ahahahah, want to." If I was Billy or Tommy I'd mount a search for dad. Stat.

Agnes: "I think I got there in the nick of time, 'cause she was one split-end away from cutting her own bangs."

(It's 1 a.m. and I swear to God, that man is still power-washing the sidewalks.)

Agnes suggests the boys go with her and give mommy that 'me time' she so desperately needs. The boys are reluctant but Wanda is ecstatic.

Once alone with her certainly soggy cereal, Wanda settles back to watch crappy daytime TV. But, damn it, the furniture is glitching through the eras.

"I'm fine! I'm fine hahahah. *sigh* I'm fine. i'm fine. … I'm fine."

In the real world. Jimmy and Monica are still on the move. The file on project whatever it was from last episode (Cataract), that Darcy forwarded to Jimmy's email, has finally found its way to him. It's R&D reports.

Oh, that asshole, AD Dick was trying to bring Vision back online. Monica puts the pieces together "Heyward wants his sentient weapon back."

Jimmy says somebody has to tell Wanda.

Good thing they arrive at the other side of the Hex, I guess? Where Monica has another team waiting. An Agent Goodner. They brought her like some sort of big Mars rover thingy.

Vision is still trying to talk to Darcy. "You tried to help me." "Doubtful. I'm notoriously self-involved."

lol, some amusing back and forth. Darcy is an f'ing delight and I don't just say that because I am obviously hideously biased.

Vision distracts her with a mime and takes the opportunity to do his brain mojo on her, waking her up. "Part of me secretly wanted a guest spot on this show, but seriously that sucked."

"Dr. Lewis. I have questions." "I have answers."

And then they steal the funnel cake truck.

"Dr. Lewis, my questions. Are my children safe?" "That I don't know." "And who was that Pietro?" "Beats me."

Wanda is still working on her bowl of cereal. Give it up, sister. The house redecorates itself around her.

Uh-oh, in her talking head segment, about how she doesn't understand whats going on, the person behind the camera speaks, and asks if maybe it's what she deserves. "You're not supposed to talk."

Commercial time. For a depression medication. "Nexus, a unique antidepressant that works to anchor you back to your reality. Or the reality of your choice."

Back in Westview. The boys are hanging at Agnes's. Billy has a rabbit. As happens at your crazy neighbor's house. But, he says he likes it there, because it's quiet. "You're quiet, Agnes. On the inside." J'ACCUSE, AGNES!

Back at Monica's backup camp, she's getting suited up in her SWORD astronaut suit. Jimmy's sad because Darcy's missing the fun. But, Monica will rescue her. SWORD is worse than SHIELD for slapping their name all over everything.

Monica and the little rover zoom off to the hex. Should she really go that fast? Maybe this is something to take cautiously? Oh, and look, she hit it hard and she's stuck. The Hex doesn't want to let her in, but she keeps trying. And now the Hex is eating into the rover — sorry, *re-writing* it. Well that was a dumb plan. Sorry guys, but come on.

Monica escapes, but the hex eats the rover and then spits it out, the front half transformed into a truck. Monica is shocked, Jimmy calls for a medic, and as they run forward, Jimmy, who has known Monica for like two days, recognizes she's got 'I'm a heroic dummy' face on and he's all "noooooo!". She runs for the hex and pushes her way in.

This is a really long sequence of her going through the hex. Like … too long. Sorry, but it is. There's a whole thing where she's hearing voices from moments in her life, and she hears Carol tell her how she's a tough kid, and now Monica is Filled With Resolve and breaks through the Hex, still in her Astronaut outfit, so like she resisted the sitcom wardrobe department.

I enjoy this show, but there are moments of hokeyness that I find very trying.

The hex rewrites you at a basic level as you pass through it. So, third time through and Monica's eyes are glowy blue and she can, like, see electrical currents, or electromagnetic fields (it looks like). Trippy. She can see power along the power lines, fields around streetlights. Closing her eyes and shaking her head makes it all go away. Of course.

Meanwhile, Darcy and Vision are on their slow-speed getaway in the Funnel Cake truck. She's trying to catch him up on what's happened since he's been dead. They keep hitting red lights and obstacles. Vision thinks Wanda's doing it to keep him from getting home. "I'm not amused," he tells the camera with a very not amused face on. lol

Vision is trying to understand what he is now. It's not going well. "My corporeal form was born from Ultron's plan for global genocide?" "Correct-o." Darcy might not be the best person to be explaining this to him.

"What am I now?" Poor Vision.

Darcy takes a deep breath. In fairness, she looks like maybe she'd rather not be the one doing the explaining, either. "Honestly, I'm a STEM type of lady, so I thought she just flipped a switch on your head and brought you back to life. What I don't get is why you can't leave the hex."

Vision is having an existential crisis. But, Darcy assures him that based on her week-long experience as a fan of WandaVision, he and Wanda do really love each other. So, there's that. "You belong together," says the shameless shipper.

Meanwhile, Monica has arrived at the Maximoff residence and busts into the house, breathlessly trying to tell Wanda it's all Heyward being a dick, but Wanda's stunned by the sudden entry and then too pissed to really listen. "The drones, the missiles, Pietro." "No, Pietro wasn't us." "All you do is lie." She's tossing Monica around with her powers.

Monica, friend, buddy, pal, was that really your plan? To barge right in and just … what? Talk fast and hope she didn't yeet your ass again? Okay, she didn't have a lot of time, I get that, but surely she could have come up with something. Like, she should have found Darcy and Vision first, and then the three of them could approach Wanda. But, no. Jimmy Woo would have a plan, Monica.

Well, fortunately for Monica she's been rewritten into Electricity Lass. She hits the ground with a staticky crackle and her eyes glow blue again. Wanda's all "bu-whu?"

"The only lies I've told are the ones you put in my mouth," Monica says all angry like. Mmmkay, I thought you were trying to help? Wanda does not care for this response. Because, no offense Monica, but the last time she heard your voice, she had a missile launched at her head.

Monica challenges her. "Do it then, take me out." Not an approach I’d go for, but it seems to work, and Wanda hesitates and Monica tries to warn her again, that unlike Wanda who isn’t actually violent and evil, Heyward will burn down Westview to get what he wants. "Don't let him make you the villain."

"Maybe I already am."

Next door, Agnes is looking out the window, watching them, with a considering look on her face. BECAUSE SHE IS IN ON WHATEVER THIS IS.

Monica is still trying to talk down Wanda. Agnes interrupts. Creepily. And shepherds Wanda away.

Vision and Darcy are thwarted in their journey again. "Oh come on! Kids? What's next? Puppies?"

Vision takes the faster way and intangibles himself out of the van and flies off, leaving Darcy at the endless intersection. "Go on! I'll just meet you there then?"

Back at Agnes's shack of creepy ladies who are freaking up to something. Where are the boys? Oh, Wanda notices the half-eaten PB&Js and the nightmarish kids' show on the telly. Behind her the bunny is in its cage. No sign of the boys. Agnes says they're probably playing in the basement.

Wanda wanders off to find them. But, there are no boys, only horror show creepiness. The basement turns into some weird sort of domed cavern with arches all around and in the middle a weird glowing rectangle.

Agnes comes up behind her. "You didn't think you were the only magical girl in town, did you?" I was wise to you, Agnes. Which, given she was a featured co-star, was probably no great insight on my part. BUT STILL!

"The name's Agatha Harkness. Lovely to finally meet you, dear." OH! LOLOLOL! OH, I didn't see that one coming. Wow, you got me, show. It never occurred to me for a second that it was Agatha Harkness.

And now a fantastic montage of Agatha doing tricksy things as Agnes through the series, with the best theme song ever "Who's been messing up everything? It's been Agatha, all along! Who's been pulling every evil string? It's been Agatha, all along. She's insidious. HA HA! So perfidious." Oh man, this is great. "And I killed Sparky, too."

LOL. Great ending.

Hey, an unexpected mid-credits scene of Monica trying to get into the house. Maybe Agnes's? Oh, yeah, she finds a storm cellar and opens the doors, to see a stone stairway with vines or roots growing all around it and zippy electrical sparks and such. Pietro appears behind her. "Snoopers gonna snoop."

Credits!

Well then.

I KNEW IT! I didn't know what I knew, but I knew I knew a thing!

#wandavision #wandavision spoilers #wandavision liveblog

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wychive · 4 years

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𝙪𝙣𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙣 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨

summary // you found your pile of ‘letters’ to hyunjin that contain thoughts that have never been said and decided to write to him one last time.

pairing(s) // hyunjin x gn!reader, hyunjin x oc, slight minho x reader

genre(s) // angst, letter fic

warning(s) // mentions of food, themes of being forgotten, vulgar wording, humiliation, overthinking

word count // 2.0k

author's note // happy birthday @noya-sannnn !! im sorry this was so late hhh you know how i am irl,, but i hope you enjoy this! i love you so much, jane <3 i apologize for the many grammar mistakes gn. i recommend listening to iu’s ending scene while reading this! btw y/n/n means your nickname.

[10/01/14, 3:55am]

dear jinnie,

hi there! it's y/n <3 i hope you're doing okay - i mean of course you are pfft anyways, just writing this short letter (more like paragraph) sort of as a venting mechanism? for things i cant tell you about lol im not so sure how you would call it, since you're so much better at words than i am. basically were like:

hyunjin: ow a brain freeze!

me: haha brain go brrrr

anyways haha yea <3 it's 4am so like,, ill see you at school!

signed,

your loser,

y/n/n

[15/02/14, 12:34am]

yo heartthrob!

im back with this kinda stuff haha it's been a whole? week? since ive written one of these so like yes..hi! i just wanted to say thanks, for today. you really know how to cheer me up huh? you really outdid yourself by setting up that little picnic for us. congrats on making the strawberry cake so perfectly <3 this day will always stay as a core memory in the back of my brain. you're too caring sometimes,,, istg you'll pay for this [maybe hugs?] >:)

signed,

your partner in crime,

y/n/n

[30/02/15, 01:29am]

jinnie-senpai~~

LMAO you hate me calling you that, doesn't change a thing though. hehe,, nways i hope you enjoyed your birthday present :) i got you that really cool skateboard that you wanted. i worked my ass off for that in my mother's garden so like,, you gotta thank me for that a thousand times :D nah jk, its a sincere gift, from me to you. i rarely do this for ANYONE so consider yourself lucky to have a best friend like me -3- also, seungmin is like….kinda the cutest person ever. introduce me to him pls, thank!

signed,

<your bestest friend3,

y/n

(p.s. you're kinda cute too,,,, ig,,, still stinkee tho)

[13/04/15, 9:04pm]

hey 'baby' (HAHAHA ihy for this)

i hope your day was okay! i didn't see much of you today (which was sort of a bummer but wtv) so like…. uh yea. you told me you were doing okay over text, which kinda surprised me because like?? we always video call lol this is kinda the first time,, but its okay, i trust you! (i really hope youre doing alright tho, i'll beat anyone up if they make you sad >:( ) you also called me 'sweetheart' today which was like…. omg wtf haha????????? that was so weird to me for some reason… a good kind of weird :D we haven't done those kinds of nicknames in a while so…. happy to know that they're back in session <3 i talked to the new girl today, she's really cool! like she knows the bean song on tiktok so like its a total win heh, ill introduce you to her tomorrow! you'll love her a lot

signed,

your 'lover',

y/n/n

[08/06/16, 10:23pm]

hey howl (hehe go back to that movie night we had)

this spring break sucks so much,, esp because youre not here (you still couldve brought me along :'[ ) but wtv i hope youre enjoying yourself. ive been hanging out with yeonnie lately and i found out she likes conan grey too like pls i love her sm. can we adopt her?? please???? she told me you guys have been video calling too and that makes me so happy!! you two are getting along so well aaa my precious babies </3

what if you developed a crush on her? haha…..jk unless?? (no jk dont shes all mine, stay away >:) ) anyways, i hope the three of us hang out soon. maybe go to that ice cream parlour where they serve the best cookies and cream?

signed,

your daisy,

y/n/n

[19/07/15, 01:23am]

peepee poopoo hello

heyheyhey!! (heh, haikyuu thingz) i hope youre doing okay! i mean sure you are, with everything going so well. also i feel like you're not telling me something. maybe it's just me? is it? i hope it is because you tell me everything,, we've been talking less these days but its okay! i know how busy you are, especially with your dad always bugging you,,

also, i think yeonbin likes you :0,, she keeps talking about you whenever we hang out. don't get me wrong, its not bad that she likes you but...something doesn't feel right. i feel like i'm being the third wheeler here and like ugh idk. haha laughs yea i think its just me.. im sorry, i didnt mean to do you like this,, anyways, ill see you soon + her too ofc- yall are inseparable lmao

signed,

your moonlight,

y/n/n

[23/07/15, 01:56am]

greetings, kind sir

lol more like mean sir but like aight KSKSK,, anyways,, how have you been? we haven't really talked in a while,, our convos are always so short with it being one-sided :/ i wish you were online more. yeonnie is ignoring me,, do you know why? i think you do,,, but when i asked you just said you didnt know. did i do something wrong? pls tell me..

she blocked my contact the other day and she won't even smile at me when i pass her in the hallways. its,, sad and stressful especially because she was the only one that would genuinely talk to me. i hate to say this,, but i miss you. us, hanging out like the best trio we are, yknow? but i dont think you miss me the same way. sorry, im getting out of hand. i know im just overreacting. im just gonna sleep ig,, good night! sweet dreams,,

signed,

your pink lemonade,

y/n/n

[25/07/15, 03:25am]

hi there

i heard you and her got together?? congrats, jinnie! im so proud of you,, especially because you never had even considered getting a girlfriend a few months earlier lmaO you really woo the ladies huh? anyways,, i hope you've been well since we last talked,, how many days has it been?? i would say nearly a week or so but honestly it feels like a hundred years,, considering you and i used to talk every day. but you have her now to keep you company.

keep this a secret but can you possibly tell me why it hurts when i see her? or when i mention her or even think of her?? is it because she's connected to you? but.. you're my best friend, so why? is it because i miss you? is it because im alone now? is it because you left me with a simple 'i have to go now,, bye y/n/n.'? im not sure either. im being silly, i apologize. ill figure it out sooner or later. sweet dreams, jinnie

signed,

your asswipe,

y/n

[25/07/15, 04:30am]

jinnie

it's because i love you.

signed,

your butterfly,

y/n

[??/08/??, 05:??am]

you

i miss your lame jokes. i miss your smile. i miss your laughs. i miss your funny faces. i miss the way your eyes twinkle. i miss th way you would make me happy just by doing the bare minimum. i miss the disaster you made when cooking breakfast. i miss the night when you snuck me out just to go to that pretty lantern event. i miss when you would call out my name everytime we met. i miss when we would share earbuds in train rides. dont you get it, hyunjin? i miss you.

[??/??/15, ??:??am]

asshole.

please tell me that isn't true, please. you're too kind to do these kinds of things, right? + i was your best friend,, then, why, why did you hurt me like this. i didnt do anything wrong.. you couldve just told me you didnt like me,,, why did she have to tell me? out of all people.

youre so pathetic for this,, i thought you were brave, bold - but youre just a fucking coward. i loved you, i really did. and i realised too late… im sorry. she,, i shouldn't have talked to her in the first place, right? i bet you knew she humiliated me, in front of everyone. of course you did, you were the only one that knew. you told her. fuck, i hate you so much (yet why do i long for you on a night like this?). you know how much that'll affect me and yet, there you are, laughing about it with her.

signed,

fuck off,

you know who i am.

[31/08/15, 03:41am]

ah, jinnie

please tell me this is just a nightmare. please, please. stop just reading my texts, please answer them. jinnie. i miss you so much. i dont care bout her, please just let me be in your arms. i dont care if you love me back, please just talk to me at least. tell me what i did wrong,, jinnie,, please,,, clear these tear stains on my cheek with kisses.

signed,

your fuck-up,

y/n

[15/09/15, 04:59am]

jinnie

why do i keep crying because of you? its been a few weeks since everything has happened. please, nothing has changed. i still love you the same even with all the hatred i have pent up in this stupid brain of mine. i wish i could just walk back in time, to where it all began.

when i first met you in third grade and you pushed me while playing soccer or maybe when we took those ridiculous prom pictures, remember those? i hope you still have them,, because i do too. i hope the pictures of us on your wall still hang there,, it'll remind you of the happy times. hm,, maybe you don't need them.

you already have millions of pictures with you and her,, i bet you printed some and replaced those with ours right? sly dog.

signed,

friend,

y/n/n

[04/02/16, 12:57am]

hey

i went to the park today and saw both of you being happy. it's nice to see your smile again. im sorry i didnt go up to you,, i just thought it would be awkward. when i heard that adorable laugh of yours, it made me realise that i lost something special. but it's okay isnt it? as your happiness matters more than mine.

signed,

y/n

[06/01/20, 08:00pm]

dear hyunjin,

im doing fine here. how about you? gosh,, how long has it been? years? since we last talked to each other. i havent heard from you since. i would just like to say i still think of you sometimes, when watering the plants or dancing while making pancakes. sometimes i think you're here with me too, just being the pals we were.

sometimes i'd see you out, just reading a book in the park or buying pasta sauce at the grocery store. it's nice to see you having a stable life. im not sure if you're still with her or not, but its good to know that you still have that large friend group. also! you're never gonna guess who im dating--

it's minho! do you remember him? the one that i used to hate,, uh yeah. he asked me out the other day- you may wonder how tf,,, i too do not know how tf but he gives the best hugs ever. he gave me the love i wanted from you. he stitched my heart back together after it broke,, i love him so much, jinnie..

it's snowing,, do you remember when we would skate on the frozen lake in front of your house? are your parents well? i wonder if your mother still has those earrings i bought for her birthday. i never told you this but your laugh and hers sound so similar.

i would just like to say thank you, for everything. you were a big part of my life, up until now. when we see each other after this, we would just be strangers. maybe flash a little smile or give a little wave whenever we greet each other but nothing more. some memories of us would flow in every now and then but it'll just be a short teaser. well, i'll be going now. smile for me, okay?

signed,

the one that loved you the most,

y/n.

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2p-stuff-because-i-miss-them · 4 years

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2p!America headcanons pls 🖤

yosh, slight trigger warning, there’s some self depricating and self harming themes in here so I’m making a belt here (Nothing like cutting but you know....)

2p America (general) headcanons:

Another beefcake with cake

his full name is Allen F. Jones

he has the THICCEST Boston accent you’ve ever heard

^like you can understand what he’s saying, but also damn

He’s a fast talker, he’s been like that since he was a kid. The more excited he gets the faster he’ll speak.

Speaking of kid Al he has a Native American decent which he values and cares for a lot

Like many other 2p lovers, I headcanon his mother to be 2p Native America, but eventually he was adopted under 2p Englands care, for reasons left unknowns (for now)

Allen is very big with a bad temper, which is never really a good time in any situation, and has got him into trouble lol.

I don’t headcanon it to be as short as people think, but it is a destructive temper when it needs to be-

and he’s also pretty self destructive, emotionally and physically

^hes driven his car into a beach in Florida like 7 times from a high structure- we don’t know why.

^He’s also snuck into Lutz, Matts and Zaos And Kuros houses and had mental breakdowns talking about how much of a shit show he is.

^No one really even thinks this about him, but sometimes he’ll be alone in his own head for too often....

he’s got many piercings but he doesn’t wear them all at once,

^He has nipple piercings-

^He really wanted gauges but he also likes diamond studs

His snake bites are usually what he goes out with but he’ll wear diamond shark bites if he’s feeling extra spiffy.

Allen is very opinionated and will not stop arguing until the end of time, even if its about the dumbest stuff:

^“The skies blue today”

Allen: Bullshit

That being said he

Like I said in the 2p Germany headcanons Allen was a greaser with Lutz for awhile.

^Currently he has 4 motorcycles just lying around in his garage because of this

^They aren’t broken or anything he just bought them to collect.

In his greaser days he’s become quite a flirt, like wow- sometimes it’ll be smooth as heckin heck and then other times he’s just like “wanna fuck sometime? Anytime? Now?” Intense staring

omg speaking of which, this man will stare at people so intensely-

Sometimes he means something by it, usually he doesn’t he’s just staring at you-

You’re like “did I do something wrong I-”

The answer is no or a pick up line-

He sleeps around a lot too but he’s super safe like Lutz

No unplanned children please

Although he sleeps around he kinda really wants a stable relationship with someone who he can love and trust forever and who will do the same for him.

^Allens actually pretty good when in a relationship he just kinda usually chooses the worst kind of people. Vipers in disguise.

He needs a lot of affection from time to time (all the dang time) and attention, but he’ll take it in anyway:

Allen:......pwease?

^Allen: Kuro?

Kuro: no I wont tap fingers with you to give you comfort

All of this in consideration Allen really does like to pull reactions out of people for no reason, he’ll do and say stuff just to see how people’ll react sometimes.

He tries not to be super obnoxious about it though, and its not like “time to prank essential workers trying their best!” bs

He likes it when people buy him pretty jewelry low-key high-key. What a bean. He’ll get all emotional about it too afterwards, but he won’t let anyone know-

He volunteers a lot with his brother everywhere really, and protests

a lot

He has a smiley face if that makes sense

like his face is usually smiling and he looks like he should be smiling

until he isn’t lol- he really do be menacingly glaring

He hates Luciano Vargas’ guts for no reason and vice versa- like what did Luciano do to you????

Oh everything k

He’s always arguing with Matt fr tho, buts not always super loud and aggressive......but it can be ngl lolo.

#2p headcanons #2p hetalia #2p!hetalia #2ptalia #2p allies #2p america #2p america imagine

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rwbyremnants · 4 years

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NOTE: The word “Negro” is only used for historical accuracy in this chapter, as it was the most polite/inoffensive term in the 1950s. As a POC myself I think history should not be erased. I'm a strong supporter of BLM, and if you wanna debate that you can just take it right off this fic; I'm gonna delete super politically-charged comments (especially if you're a racist lol, you might get reported)

=Chapter 17

Pyrrha showed up just in time for the cake, as it turned out, since it had to chill before it was ready to be served. In the interim, they had all chatted and played a game of poker, which only proved that Kali had even more talents than previously were visible. Luckily, they were only playing for starlight mints instead of real money.

As anyone could have predicted, Kali took an immediate liking to Weiss's childhood friend. She did tease her once - asked if she wanted a little “extra sugar” with her slice of cassata, leaning in a little too close - but when Pyrrha flushed and pulled away, she left her unmolested for the rest of the night. Pyrrha clearly appreciated that consideration.

The two drove back home with full bellies and high spirits, Weiss even moreso due to dinner before the dessert; Pyrrha was just filled with cake and milk. They took the long way home, both to throw anyone who might be trying to follow them off the scent, and to enjoy the evening for a few seconds more.

“I never thought I would say this, but… I really do like your new friends.”

“Yeah?” Weiss couldn't help the huge grin that broke out across her face. “They like you, too. Though I am sorry they can't seem to stop flirting.”

“I already told you, I don't mind. Even Cinder, as long as she doesn’t go too far. They are simply expressing desires that come very natural to them. Maybe they don't to me, but I'm starting to realize that they aren't as ‘unnatural’ as the church would have us believe.”

The church had scarcely occurred to her. The Schnee family weren't much for religion at all, since her father considered himself “an educated man”, as he was quick to inform anyone who broached the subject. “Yeah. Maybe not.”

“And…” After taking a deep breath, she continued, “I think I can handle the flirting, as long as you don't join in.”

“What?! But I would never-”

“I know, but you probably thought you would never date a woman at all,” she went on stubbornly, despite how uncomfortable she looked to be discussing this. “I'm not trying to say that you were thinking about doing it; just… expressing my gratitude that I know you understand. That if they ever start going too far, you'll always be there to step in and stop them.”

Weiss nodded as she absorbed that. Maybe it wasn't quite fair for Pyrrha to assume that she would ever change her behavior that drastically, but she could also understand the mindset looking from the outside-in. All the more reason for her to keep an eye on the other Dragons; as often as Yang reassured her that they wouldn't really have forced her into anything she didn't want, they were still extremely pushy.

Before she could respond, she noticed her friend leaning in to squint over the steering wheel. “What… what is that? Up there.”

Two men seemed to be standing in the middle of the street. At first, Weiss was only concerned that they were trying to get themselves run over - or just being a general nuisance. Then she recognized one of them by his bristly white mustache and groaned.

“Great. What is this fresh pleasure?”

“We're about to find out,” Pyrrha sighed as she pulled over to the curb. Weiss had already shucked her leather jacket and was in the process of stuffing it under her seat. “Do you remember our alibi for today?”

“The diner? Or… wait, we were going for a Sunday drive.”

“But it's Friday.”

“You know what I mean!” Without waiting for her to answer, she exited the car.

The two fathers were waiting for them. This close, Weiss could indeed tell that the other man was Mr. Nikos; she hadn't been able to tell from further away. His red hair was thinning on top, but otherwise he was quite the good-looking fellow; a burly ex-Olympian who was definitely the driving force behind Pyrrha’s career in track and field.

“Hello, Father,” Weiss said shortly.

“Where exactly have you two been keeping yourselves?” he asked without preamble.

“Out driving. We had a nice meal and decided to enjoy the fresh air before it gets too cold to-”

His overly loud sigh interrupted Weiss's words. “Spare me the double talk. I've already confirmed that neither of you have been to the diner all day today. Now, would you like to amend your story?”

“It's true,” Pyrrha added, her voice a lot stronger than expected. Weiss was furious that he was checking up on her, but she would handle that later. “We found a quaint little place by accident, had our supper there. Since it isn't a school night, we thought it would be fun to splurge and try something new.”

“Mmhmmm. And what sort of new things did you try?”

Something about the way her father had phrased that made Weiss uncomfortable. She couldn't put her finger on why right away, but it made her hesitant to answer.

“Shall we share our hypothesis with the class? Very well then.” Barely glancing at Mr. Nikos, he began to pace back and forth, still in the middle of the street. “Already, we've caught you hanging around that uncouth girl. The one you've been warned against spending time with. Or don't you recall that?”

Throat dry, Weiss managed to rasp, “Of course.” This was it. They were about to be defeated, and everything was going to get so much worse.

“I've heard from Whitley that you spend a lot of time with a strange group of girls. Granted, you haven't spent any time with them since our little talk, but it is something you've been guilty of in the past. And now, you are spending a little too much time with Miss Nikos.”

“Well, it's not that I mind so much as all that,” the other parent said in a more mild tone than Weiss's father.

“Shush.” Weiss wanted to run up to him and kick him in the shin for talking to her friend's father that way, but she resisted for the time being. “You can see how this looks to us. It would look that way to anyone. So I hope you aren't terribly offended when I suggest that you spend a little less time together from now on.”

Of course, she knew exactly what he meant. Still, she had a good defense prepared for just such an accusation. It had originally been about Yang, but the sentiment worked just as well for Pyrrha.

First, she would start with feigning ignorance. “No, Father, I can't see how it looks to you. What's wrong with having a good chum and spending my free time with her?”

“As I said,” he went on patiently - though a muscle tick had appeared in his jaw. “It's not your chosen company, who is at least an improvement over that other hooligan. It's the amount of time. This is far more than any two gal pals would entertain each other's company.”

“Is it? I mean, how do you know? Have you spent a lot of time as a gal with pals?”

His face darkened. “Weiss Schnee, you will not sass me in this manner.”

“I'm not sassing you! I'm merely trying to point out that you've never been a teenaged girl. You can hardly be expected to understand our sisterhood.”

“Fine,” he growled. “But it doesn't matter. I have put my foot down and I expect you to obey me. Understand?”

“Please, Mr. Schnee,” Pyrrha began in a humble voice. “I really don't understand. What do you think will happen if we spend too much time together? Is it her homework? I always do mine - we do it together!”

“That is not the concern.”

“Then what is? If I know what the problem is, I can try to rectify it! B-but I don't want to lose my friendship with your daughter purely because… because of a reason you won't even tell me!”

Those were real tears sliding down her best friend's cheeks. In the back of her head, Weiss was thinking it was Pyrrha who deserved to be in ‘Our Town’ .

“He means that you're behaving a little too… familiar with each other,” Mr. Nikos provided, looking quite ill at the prospect.

“What does that mean? How can we be too familiar? Doesn't the Good Book say to love our neighbor as ourself? I'm only trying to be a good friend and a good Christian to my neighbor.”

That seemed to finally do it. Though her own father looked relieved, Weiss was still squinting at them suspiciously. But there didn't seem to be anything more he could accuse them of without simply shouting more unfounded nonsense. So he sighed and shook his head, gesturing for Weiss to go inside.

“Sorry about this,” Weiss whispered to Pyrrha, just loud enough for everyone to hear. Then she hugged her very briefly, very chaste, and they shared an awkward smile before parting ways.

As the Studebaker was moved into the garage, her father joined her on their way up to the front door. “Don't you think for a second this is over. You may have fooled those Greeks with your Trojan Horse lies, but you won't fool me.”

“And don't think your pretend concern fools anyone,” she told him in a dangerous tone of her own. “You only care that you can't control me as well as you wish.”

“Don't speak to me in that-”

“What have I really done wrong? Snuck out once, just to check in on my friend? And I know,” she interrupted before he could interrupt. “You don't approve of Yang. She really isn't as awful as you think, but I've respected your wishes, and haven't brought her around anymore. And now you're suspecting my best friend, a girl so sweet she could be in an Ovaltine commercial, of being a bad influence? Where does it end? Am I just not allowed to have any friends at all?”

“Not the type of friends that you are engaging with lately. You've already demonstrated delinquent behavior, so why should I believe you when you state that you are giving it up simply because I've asked you to? Delinquents already misbehave, and you have done nothing to prove that you've reformed entirely.”

Weiss wanted so badly to shout at him. She wanted to kick him, or to tell him everything that was really going on and watch him be completely shocked. But she knew that Salem was counting on her to remain in his good graces - and despite not trusting her, she already trusted her more than she trusted her own father, tragic as that may be.

“I'm trying my best, Father. And I'm not doing anything wrong, I haven't hurt anyone - I'm keeping my grades up and spending leisure time with Pyrrha. And whatever kind of negative influence you seem to think she is, I promise you that she isn't. Can't you tell that just by talking to her?”

The man considered for a moment, still glaring down at her as they came to a stop in the living room. “I thought I could tell that by talking to you. Apparently, I was mistaken. But fine, pretend that all is well and you aren't about to disgrace our family name. You'll either prove that you were right, or you'll prove me right. Eventually.”

As the man headed to his seat by the fire, Weiss stomped upstairs. If she never saw him again, it would still be too soon.

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Saturday was largely boring for Weiss. Hoping to appease her unreasonable parent, she spent most of her time practicing her singing lessons, and going over schoolwork to make sure it was ready for Monday morning. Her mother was present for breakfast, and she tried to engage her in conversation, but as usual the woman was already mentally divorced from everything around her. And with the male members of her family being so intolerable, she decided to avoid them altogether whenever possible.

But Sunday, she received a shock in the early afternoon. When Pyrrha came over, she felt vague surprise; she had expected her to keep her distance for a little while after essentially being accused of “deviant behaviour” without it being openly stated.

“I had to come right away,” she whispered once they were alone in Weiss’s room.

“Why?” She pressed a paper napkin into her hands. “What’s this?”

Squirming for a brief moment, Pyrrha breathed, “Did you know that… th-that Mrs. Belladonna works at that Italian restaurant downtown?”

“No, I didn’t,” she confessed. Privately, she thought it was an entirely fitting occupation for the woman.

“She does. I had to try very hard to keep a straight face when she came out to ask my family if we were having a nice meal. Then she said I ‘dropped my napkin’, though I still had mine in my lap. She stooped to pick it up, and…”

Weiss was afraid that Pyrrha was about to confess that Kali had made stronger overtures toward her friend. “And?”

“A-and it was like a magic trick! Her hands moved so smoothly, no one besides me could tell she took the napkin from my lap, pulled one from her apron pocket, and presented that to me as if it were the one I dropped! Really, I wouldn’t be surprised if she did shows in Las Vegas or something!”

“Oh,” she sighed in sheer relief. “Alright, well that’s… strange, but nothing worth flipping your lid over. Though I might have to ask if she has any card tricks.”

“No, no - it’s not that. Read it.”

“Read what?”

“The napkin,” she said impatiently, unfolding it for her…

And revealing a hastily-scribbled note. Suddenly, Weiss had realised that this wasn’t just a strange story that didn’t affect her. It was the beginning of something larger.

‘ Parlay went south. Rumble tonight - old factory, 5pm. Sorry but S needs you there. Love you sweetie.’

The fact that Kali had taken the time to tack on the last sentence did touch Weiss, even if it was easily eclipsed by the rest of the message. Reading between the lines, she had a feeling the real shape of the matter was that Salem didn’t need her in particular, but that all Dragons were supposed to be in attendance, or their loyalties would be called into question.

“What is a ‘rumble’?” Pyrrha was whispering softly. “D-do you think- should I stay, just to make sure everything’s alright?”

“No! I mean…” Reading through the note again and committing the details to memory, she wadded it up in her hand. “No, Pyrrha. Thank you, but you aren’t one of us. I don’t want you in danger, too.”

“But I want to help!”

Her heart breaking, she hugged her tightly. “Absolutely not. I already feel bad enough for dragging you into this as much as I have, so… so if you got hurt because of me, I would never forgive myself. I hate to ask you to help me at all, so just… please, drive me over to the Belladonna’s an hour earlier, then go straight home. Do you understand?”

“No, I don’t, but… I trust you. Even if I wish I could do more.” They patted each other on the back. “I wish I weren’t the bearer of bad news.”

“It’s alright. Excuse me, I need to use the little girls’ room.”

As she watched the torn-up napkin swirl and rocket down the hole in the bottom of the toilet bowl, Weiss felt like she might be ill. But there was no sense in worrying herself sick now. There would be plenty of time for that when she got to the site of the rumble.

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“Thank you for coming,” Kali sighed as they followed Blake to the factory. Weiss had already struggled into her leather jacket, and had dressed in blue jeans and a darker blouse in the hopes it would make her look less like a square. “I know this can’t have been an appealing way to spend your evening.”

“It wasn’t. Does Salem really expect me to be able to do anything? I’ve never so much as punched anyone in my life!”

With a long sigh, she pulled up behind Blake’s hog along the curb. This was an out-of-the-way location that they felt would be a safer place for the car; Blake would ferry the other two women to the actual rumble site one at a time. The trip had already taken twice as long, due to having to ensure they weren’t followed, so now they were trying to make haste.

“I understand. But if you don’t show, Salem will assume being a Dragon isn’t important to you. And if it isn’t important, it isn’t anything worth protecting.”

“That’s what I thought,” she grumbled.

“Just hang back,” she whispered, shaking a little with nerves. “The rest of us are a little more practiced at this kind of thing. We… might get a little bloodied up, but it’s very rare for anyone to die. Small town like Vale, rumours circulate pretty fast, and none of us want undue attention.”

“So no guns?”

“No guns. Probably a few baseball bats, but mostly fists and wits.”

“They don’t feel like louts for hitting girls?” When Kali laughed, she frowned as they got out of the car. “What’s so funny? I can’t believe they would actually hit us!”

“They know we could cut them down if given the chance. And since very few of us would consider dating them, it’s easy for them to not even consider us women anymore.”

That didn’t seem quite right to Weiss. They were still women, regardless of whom they dated. However, Kali was already hopping onto the motorcycle behind her daughter, so then she had no one to voice her displeasure to. No sense talking to the wind.

After a few minutes, Blake returned, idling for a moment. Weiss moved to get on but she turned around and said, “Wait.”

“What is it? I don’t want to be late and upset anyb-”

“I want you to know something.” After a few quick breaths, to prepare herself to speak, she said, “Yang is going to be trying really hard to protect you out there. And I’ll be trying to protect Yang. So just… don’t worry about doing your part, or helping either of us. Just protect yourself. By doing that, you’ll be shielding Yang as best you can with what you’ve got. That’s… that’s all I had to say.”

“Alright.” Then she hopped onto the bike behind Blake, sliding her arms around her middle. “But Blake?”

“What?”

“I know you won’t care, but I really hope we all make it out of this okay. That means you, too.”

She could just barely see the ghost of a smile flicker across her lips. “Really? If I didn’t, I would be out of your way.”

“You aren’t in my way in the first place. Aren’t we friends? Or did that whole conversation mean nothing?”

“No, no, it did. And we are. I’m sorry.” One of her hands lowered just enough to pat the back of Weiss’s hand before she took off from the curb.

When they got to the factory, the two different factions were clearly visible from far away - simply by the length of the hair of one side. Getting closer to the fenced-in parking lot, it was easier to tell differences besides that. Weiss was still pretty far away from the other side of the parking lot where the Huntsmen were gathered, but she thought she recognised the blue-haired boy from her first visit to Junior’s.

“You decided to grace us with your presence,” Salem said mildly. It struck Weiss that she still wore the heavy cloak, all but completely obscuring her face and arms. “Punctual. And admirable, for a new Dragon. Young Ilia has not arrived yet.”

Ignoring her wildly fluctuating pulse, Weiss gave a slight curtsy. Her healing brand seemed to tinge merely from Salem’s close proximity. “Well, m-maybe she got held up in traffic?”

“Are you making excuses for her?”

“No, High Dragon.”

“Good.” Turning back to the other women, she said, “The hour draws near. We have… five minutes before our warlord will approach theirs and dictate the terms of the rumble. Settle business if business is to be settled. If we can’t reach an amicable agreement, the rumble commences in ten minutes.”

It was at that point Yang stepped forward, cracking her neck. Weiss noticed she was ignoring her; keeping her focus on the matter at hand. It hurt a little, but she tried not to take it personally. “I’m ready.”

“Is the Duchess ready to attend the final parlay with the warlord?”

“Yes, High Dragon,” said Kali with a brief bow. That shocked Weiss thoroughly; she had a feeling before now that Kali was a relatively unimportant member, only tasked with cooking for them. Was she really some kind of lieutenant?

“Then all is set. I will repair to the shade. Cinder, if you please?”

The serious-faced girl bowed to her. Once she turned her back to approach the corner of the parking lot, she did flash Yang and Kali an inscrutable look, but that was all the hesitation she indulged in before following her master.

“I almost wished you didn’t make it,” Yang sighed in a shaky voice. “But… it would probably be worse if you didn’t.”

“I’m glad I got the message! Have you guys known about this and you didn’t tell me?”

Glancing over at the men at the other end of the lot, Kali answered, “It happened late last night. Salem met with their president in a one-on-one meeting that most of us thought was a bad idea. We were right; she insulted him and he insulted her back, and they left unhappy.”

“Wasn’t pretty,” put in a Dragon that Weiss didn’t know, other than by sight from Shopkeeper’s. She was an older Negro woman with a soft afro and multiple gold earrings, though the red bindi in the middle of her forehead suggested she might also be Indian. Her uncertainty made the sheltered girl wish she’d had more contact with other cultures in her short life. “I wasn’t supposed to do anything other than drive her to and from the meeting, but I had to fight off one of Watts’s boys to keep him from getting to the High Dragon.”

“I should have been there,” Yang growled under her breath. “This is my job, isn’t it?”

“Only if asked, honey,” Kali soothed her. “Don’t worry, Sienna had it under control. That’s what she’s there for: to step in if the High Dragon can’t fulfill her duties.”

“That’s your job,” Sienna countered with a slight smirk. Which Kali returned. “Isn’t it, Duchess?”

“My job is to feed hungry, growing girls.”

“I’ll bet you like them hungry,” she accused with a slight chuckle as she turned away from the conversation, and Kali only rolled her eyes before moving off to check on Blake.

That left Weiss with her girlfriend. While it was nice to be able to see her during the weekend, since she had expected to be waiting until Monday, these were less than ideal circumstances.

“Hey.”

“Shut up,” Weiss whispered as she wrapped her in her arms. Even though she still felt a thrill of dread every time she did that with her in public, she knew this was one of the few places where it was safe. Where though there might be a few jeers or catcalls, they were in good humour.

“God, I miss you when you’re not around,” Yang sighed into her hair, hands tightening against the back of her jacket. “Sweet little Schnee.”

“You don’t know I’m sweet yet. But I know you’re tangy.”

A little laugh blasted out of her as she pushed her back, grinning wide. “And I used to think you were a princess. The mouth on you!” They both giggled. “Oh… okay, so. I never got around to sparring with you, and now that feels like a big mistake. Really wish I taught you a few moves.”

“Blake already warned me,” she hurried to assure her. “I’ll keep my head down and try to defend myself, stay out of everyone’s way. But isn’t there some way we can… I don’t know, not fight?”

“Afraid not, by this point. They’re all really set on kicking each other’s teeth in. Salem and old Watts don’t care, since they’re both jerks and they’re not even gonna be in the rumble themselves. So this is the only way they can decide once and for all who gets Junior’s.”

“That’s what this is over? Junior’s? I thought that was neutral territory.”

“Yeah! When we’ve all been fine with sharing it before! I thought the talks were going fine, and then just… I don’t know, they really get under each other’s skin so easy.”

Weiss leaned her head against Yang’s chest, listening to her rapid breathing. “This all seems ridiculous. They’re acting like children.” When Yang didn’t answer right away, she whispered, “Can you try? For me? Just ask if there’s any other alternative to fighting. If they still say ‘no’, then… well, I guess we’ll resort to fisticuffs.”

“You sound like you’re from the turn of the century,” she laughed, petting over Weiss’s hair. “But… yeah. I mean, I kinda wanna bash their stupid faces in, but I also don’t want you in danger. So I’ll ask.”

“Thanks,” she breathed, before leaning up on tiptoes to kiss Yang’s cheek. “Love you.”

This time, there was a chorus of “oooooooh” from a few of the younger Dragons, and also from a couple of young Huntsmen with sharper eyes. Weiss stuck out her tongue at them and they laughed. Then she was distracted by a small figure jogging up to them from the corner.

“Sorry!” Ilia gasped out weakly, bracing against her knees while she caught her breath. Her hair was in wild disarray, and she was sweating quite a bit. “I couldn’t… find my jacket, my… and then the bus wouldn’t… pick me up while I was wearing it, so I had to… hitch…”

“Whoa, breathe,” Yang told her, patting her on the shoulder. “You should have got in contact with one of us. This is cutting it way too close.”

“Salem knows you weren’t here before,” Weiss warned her. “I think you might want to be ready to apologise.”

Ilia looked stricken. “Oh… oh n-no, I didn’t… is… Blake upset?”

Even though it was difficult, Weiss didn’t roll her eyes. Yang exercised no such concern. “Pal, you need to cool off with that. Blake doesn’t care.”

“Yet,” Weiss added, hoping it would soften the blow. “And you’re certainly not going to help yourself by chasing after her this desperately.”

At least her face was already flushed from running, so she had a ready excuse for the redness in her cheeks. “Oh… I… oh.”

“But hey, maybe you’ll impress her out there,” Yang put in, having figured out Weiss was trying to cheer her up and attempting to do the same. “Knock ‘em dead.”

“Not ‘dead’!” Weiss squeaked.

“Oh, right- uh… knock ‘em… alive?”

Ilia sighed, still wiping sweat off her forehead. “She doesn’t know I’m alive now, so it doesn’t matter if someone knocks me dead or if I do it to them. But… thanks, girls.” Then she paced off to lean against a telephone pole, slight chest still heaving.

“That’s gonna be a problem,” Yang grunted.

“What?” Weiss glanced between the two of them. “Ilia? She’s actually kind of sweet, in a… small puppy kind of way…”

“Not that. With Blake. She’s never been interested in her, and didn’t think she had what it takes to be a Dragon. And still doesn’t. I kind of agree, but I also don’t really have her chasing me around, so it doesn’t matter to me much either way. She got initiated so she’s one of us; that’s how I see it.”

“That sounds right to me, too. Do you think it's just that Blake isn’t interested in her making her act so dismissive of her?”

Yang shrugged. Then after a heartbeat, she added, “You like her, don’t ya?”

“I do. Like I said, she’s sweet, and I think a genuinely good person under all that hero worship.”

“Hmm.”

But that was all the chance they had to chat about it. The minute she saw a burly man walking toward the middle of the lot, Yang gestured to Kali, and they both began to walk forward together. Weiss couldn’t see their equivalent of a “Duchess” walking with the big man, but he could have been in his shadow very easily and he would be practically invisible.

“I hate this part,” Blake confessed as she and Coco walked over.

“What?”

“The waiting. Not knowing what they’re saying, and just… hoping it goes alright. And I hate seeing my mom out there.”

“I know,” Weiss said with an eyeroll. “You don’t like having to watch her hang out with us.”

“What?” Blake seemed genuinely surprised by that comment. “No, it’s not that. I just… she’s in danger out there. Both she and Yang are, but Yang’s tough; a brawler. Mom can scrap pretty well, but she’s not a tank the way the Dragon is.”

A thrill of dread shot up her spine. “Are you… saying that they might be in danger right now?” When Blake nodded, she took a step forward, but Coco instinctively threw up an arm to stop her.

“Calm down, Schnee. It’s fine.”

“But you just said-”

“We’re all in danger,” Blake went on for her as Coco lowered her arm. “Just by being here. The cops could bust this up and we’d all be cooling our heels in the slammer for weeks.”

Only then did the true danger begin to press in on Weiss. All the baseball bats, lead pipes, car antennae and bicycle chains were enough to ensure there would be blood. If the police showed up, they would probably have no qualms about shooting into the fray to break up the fight. They always seemed to be carefree with human life when it came to people they deemed as "thugs". She had been focusing so much on her duty to the Dragons, and to Yang, that she had suppressed all deeper worries about how terrible this rumble could be - partly thanks to the assurances that there were rarely fatalities. But “rarely” wasn’t the same thing as “never”. Had she stood idly by while Yang walked to her death?

Apparently not. After a few more gestures - some from Kali that were a bit more irate than Weiss would have expected - Yang and the man stepped back enough to let Kali cup her hands around her mouth and announce, “The warlords have reached a compromise!”

There were a few outcries, and a “What?!” from Cinder.

“There will be no rumble tonight! Instead, we’re going for pinks! There will be a brief recess of ten minutes to choose jockeys!”

That didn’t quite have the effect Weiss had been expecting, which was “relief”. Instead, there was a lot of muttering and worried glances, groups breaking into smaller clusters to mutter amongst themselves.

“What’s the matter?” Weiss whispered to Blake, whose face was a mask of misery.

“Racing for pinks. If we lose, their winner gets their bike. But… it’s worse than that.” Glancing over there and back to Weiss, she went on in a hushed tone, “The street race will be out in Mountain Glenn. Somebody might not make it home.”

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