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imnotsimpingyouare · 11 months

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ENAMORED (III)

Modern Hantengu clones x Reader

Featuring:

"Pissed Cubicle Worker" Sekido

"Depressed Programmer" Aizetsu

"That Guy in the Alley" Karaku

"Unfunny YouTube Prankster" Urogi

"Disappointed Grandpa" Hantengu

"Delinquent Middle Schooler" Zohakuten

"Possibly a Criminal" Akaza

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You will not be shipped with Zohakuten or Hantengu because:

A.) One is an old man

B.) One is a young boy

Ty for your time 😌

We're going with Zohakuten to school :D not really but like yk

I decided to give the bb a little crush because him trying to figure himself out would be so funny 💀

Also fem!Y/N gets a date with the mystery criminal man 🤨

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Zohakuten shut the car door, feeling triumphant. Guess who's getting ice cream after school? Equally as good as getting a rise out of his teachers.

He wandered into the building, fashionably on time for once. The bell rang right as he stepped in, and all of the kids began heading to class. The main hall was.. huge, to say the least. Two sets of stairs surrounded a balcony over the cafeteria, and to his left were halls sprouting in different directions. The green and white checkered floor squeaked with all of the shoes walking on it.

Zohakuten's first class was Mathematics, the worst class. Well, they were all insufferable, but Math was the worst.

He walked through a hall to his left, passing the music rooms on the way. Some of the rooms he passed were smaller with sound-proof glass doors, sometimes with stands and chairs set up in them. He never bothered to look, but he stopped at one when he heard the sound of a piano.

A girl sat there, her brown hair covering her face. Her fingers danced on the keys, and Zohakuten leaned closer to the glass to listen. Suddenly, her phone lit up, and she looked his way.

Oh no.

In an instant, he goes into fight or flight mode, choosing to fight his way to victory. He tosses his phone onto the ground, bending down to pick it up.

Will she fall for that?

Beads of sweat form on his forehead when he looks up and sees the girl completely unphased and wearing an unreadable expression.

Okay, now it's time to run.

The day was only getting started.

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The old man stared at you for a moment.

"Amazing! When will you come to stay?" He said in his trembling voice.

"Umm, I don't know. I'm not nearly done here, and I still have to pack and move all my things..." You begin, but he hushes you.

"Nonononono, sweet girl, I will send my sons to help you move. They could use the work out. Especially that one," He says, pointing a shaking scrawny finger at Karaku, who is standing there with his mouth agape.

"I didn't sign up for this, I've got business to do today." He says, crossing his arms.

"The boy will help you," he says, before wandering away in the direction he came.

Your face flushes when Karaku turns to look at you. "I'm sorry. You don't have to help me, I don't have that many things in the first place." You say, gathering your supplies to move to the next area of the home.

His green eyes linger on you for a moment, and before he can say anything you've already shuffled out of the room with your stuff in your hands.

Not like he'd hate helping a woman like yourself out anyway. He only laughed to himself, before turning in his bunny slippers and slinking away to his room.

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Zohakuten arrived fashionably late to class, as per usual. The teacher didn't even seem to care anymore, having already marked him as tardy.

He sat at his desk. There were a little less than 30 kids in the class, and all of them were shitheads. They all talked and grouped up without him. Although he was on *good terms* with nearly everyone at the school, sometimes it felt like there was no one who was actually his friend.

He looked across the room, and that girl's stare met his. He immediately looked away.

She was in this class? How long has she been here without anyone knowing?

Why did his face feel warm? It's just some random kid who looked at him funny. Not a big deal.

Not a big deal at all.

He could feel her eyes lingering on him for a moment before the teacher stood up and began the lesson.

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It had been hours since you'd left Karaku alone in the kitchen, and you'd successfully cleaned the first two stories of the house. The first contained the kitchen, dining area and living room, and the second one contained most of the brothers' rooms and some sort of game room. It made you slightly jealous how they were able to live in such luxury, but you know that they've probably worked hard for what they have now.

That's just what happens when you put several incomes together.

You felt your stomach growl. It was way last lunch time. Usually you'd get a break, but this house was taking long enough. You'd rather finish up the job and–

A large hand touched your waist. Laughter erupted at the way your body stiffened following suit, and you felt a voice somewhere close to your ear.

"Wanna get lunch with us? Me, Aizetsu, and Karaku are going."

You turned around to find the man who had attacked you earlier, now close to you with a.. less devious smile than before.

"Uh.. I just.. need to finish the house so I can–"

Immediately you felt the broom being tugged from your hold, and strong hands wrapped around your knees and lower back. He had picked you up, and was now carrying you bridal-style down the stairs. "W-wait! I have to.."

He only shushed you, laughing at your attempt to free yourself from his hold. When you reached the bottom of the stairs, the other two were waiting for you.

Aizetsu shot a pitiful look your way. "Urogi put her down, you're gonna scare her."

He released you, but kept an eye on you to make sure you weren't trying to slink away.

"Where we going?" He asked, looking at Karaku, who only shrugged.

You felt kind of small around them, standing awkwardly while they conversed amongst themselves. Aizetsu's eyes turned to you. "Do you like milkshakes?"

You nodded your head up at him, and the three of them nodded at the same time, which was really creepy. But Urogi's playful gaze landed on you as Karaku reached for his keys.

"Little lady, have you ever ridden a motorcycle?"

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"Wait. Let me off. I'm going with Karaku." You said sounding nervous. You were seated behind him on his motorcycle, him revving the engine as Karaku and Aizetsu climbed into his jeep.

"Having second thoughts?" He teased. Before you could answer, he turned around and stuck a helmet on your head. Then, as you were trying to adjust the strap, you realized it wasn't a helmet meant for a motorcycle.

"Urogi... is this a bicycle helmet?"

"...tricycle."

That was the last thing he said to you, turning around to put one of his huge leather jackets over your shoulders.

After you got it on properly, he pulled out of the driveway, cackling like a maniac as you sped past Karaku and Aizetsu.

Looking into the mirrors of his bike (even though it was kind of hard to see past his shoulders) you could see Aizetsu's horrified expression in the passenger seat of the jeep.

"By the way, if I lean one way, you also have to lean that way, or we'll fall and die." He had no trouble speaking over the sound of the wind. He sped up even more, which was definitely illegal on a residential road, but you just hugged him tighter.

The diner you arrived at was small, but lack of available parking spaces reassured you it was good. Urogi helped you off of his bike, and undid your goofy tricyle helmet. The other two were walking over from a little ways away, but he looked down at you and smiled.

"That's my favorite jacket you're wearing."

You all walked inside and seated yourselves at a booth. The diner was small, but the lighting was comfortable. You sat closest to the window, next to Urogi, and Aizetsu was across from you with Karaku next to him. On the walls were vintage pictures of cars and people with information about them. While you busied yourself reading, Karaku and Urogi played tic-tac-toe on one of the kids' menus with green and yellow crayons. (Yes, they asked the waitress for a kids' menu, just to play tic-tac-toe)

Aizetsu was eyeing you from time to time, so intensely that you knew he wanted to say something. You gathered the courage to meet his eyes with your own.

"Um, what's your name?" He asked, fiddling with the edge of his menu.

Your eyes widened in disbelief. "Oh no, you're taking me to lunch and I haven't even told you my name. I'm Y/N." You say, before extending a hand in his direction.

In that instant, he looked at you like he'd never seen a hand in his life. Karaku laughed at his awkwardness, and shook your hand in his absence. "Y/N is a lovely name."

The waitress comes by and takes your orders, disappearing into the back to relay them to the chef. Karaku grins at you before using the crayon as a microphone.

"Hear ye, hear ye," He begins. Everyone's attention is already on him, obviously, and Aizetsu looks like he wants to die.

"Y/N's gonna be living with us."

Urogi clapped like a little kid and Aizetsu looked more shocked than anything.

"Why?" He said, before looking at you. "Not that I don't... I meant it like, why would you–"

"She's our maid now!" Karaku interrupted, seemingly lighting a fire in Urogi's soul.

"Oooooo! Is she gonna walk around in one of those cute mai–"

"I prefer the term housekeeper." You said in a shy manner, feeling your face get hot.

"Housekeeper." He restated matter-of-factly.

Aizetsu looked at you. "Living with us? What would possess you to do that?"

You sighed ever so slightly, feeling all eyes on you. "I actually got fired today. I'd rather be a housekeeper than have to start fresh on a new job.."

Right on cue, the waitress came to your table, holding a tray with all of your food on it. She passed it out, but when she walked away, there was a strange aura coming from someone at the table.

Aizetsu was looking down at his food, eyes darting nervously from Karaku to Urogi.

They were busy digging in at the moment, but when his eyes met yours, you felt he was begging you not to say something. He grabbed his fork and picked at his salad, which was on the side of his actual meal.

As soon as Karaku heard the clink of the fork against the bowl, his whole head snapped to Aizetsu.

"...is there something wrong?"

"..no."

"Look me in the eye."

"It's fine. The food is fine. The food is good. Mmm. My favorite." Aizetsu said, suddenly grabbing his burger and taking a big bite.

The waitress was coming around again to refill Urogi's drink, and you could feel the tension at the table.

"Karaku, please don't.."

She was getting closer.

Urogi began to open his mouth as well, but Aizetsu begged him not to.

"Is everything alright?" The waitress said with her pitcher of tea, refilling Urogi's drink with a nervous look on her face.

"He asked for no pickles." Karaku said, and Aizetsu slumped down in his seat.

"Oh no, I'm sorry. Let me get that for you." She said, reaching over to grab his plate.

He seemed to slump more under the table the closer her hand got, so you reached over to hand the plate to her.

"I'll have your replacement made now." She says, before walking away.

"See that wasn't so hard, was it?" Karaku said, tussling his poor brother's hair.

"You embarrassed me..." Aizetsu whined, before everyone else at the table busted out into laughter.

Maybe this wouldn't be so bad.

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It was already around 3:00 before you had the opportunity to leave the house, gathering your cleaning supplies into the back of your car.

Urogi clung to your arm and followed you all the way out. "Awww, do you really have to go?" He pouted at you.

"I'll be back soon with my stuff." You stated. "I have to turn my uniform and supplies in to my boss."

He stood idly on the lawn, waving at you as your car backed out of the drive. "BYE Y/N!!"

You couldn't help but feel a smile creeping onto your face, but you shook it off and drove to your workplace (ex-workplace).

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You stepped into Murata's Service Emporium for the last time, a feeling of relief washing over your chest. God, you never realized how much you hated this place until now. You wandered your way into your boss's office after putting the cleaning supplies away. You had changed into some normal clothes, and were now holding the itchy uniform in your hand.

Your boss had been expecting you.

"Y/N." He said, before snatching the uniform from your hands. He stuck out a check to you. "There."

You didn't even bother saying bye, just walking out of the door and back to your car. The last time you'll ever need to be in that building. A smile was on your face, and you thought it would have a long stay there.

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"Hey, do you need any help?"

A man's voice came from behind you, and you turned, holding a large box in your hands.

"Umm, yeah, thank you." You said in a quiet voice, and he took the box with a smile while you grabbed another from inside of your apartment.

"What's all this for?" He asked, placing it in your trunk.

"Well, I'm moving out. Got another job in town, and..."

His smile turned into a small frown. "Oh, I was hoping I'd see you around more." He sighed.

Your face turned red, and you almost dropped the box in your hands. "Wh– uh, well, I never said I was opposed to seeing you again." You admitted shyly, his tattooed arms crossing infront of him as he raised a brow.

"Wanna grab some ice cream after we load your things?"

#demon slayer #demon slayer urogi #karaku #kimetsu no yaiba #kny karaku #kny #urogi #aizetsu #hantengu #kny aizetsu #akaza x y/n #akaza #demon slayer x reader

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cwritesforfun · 8 months

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Conrad Fisher x Fem!Reader: I like you

You dated Jeremiah and now he’s a shitty ex because 1, he broke your heart because he cheated on you, and 2, he keeps trying to crawl into your life again every summer. Conrad likes you so much and he’s always liked you in fact, in fact, he’s the reason that Jeremiah was interested in you to begin with. Conrad described you in the highest regard that Jeremiah had to ask you out.

Y/N = Your Name

Y/N’s POV

I’m currently walking to get breakfast with a hat and sunglasses on hoping not to run into Jeremiah Fisher. Every summer without fail, he tries to apologize and act all chummy with me even though he broke my heart and my dating life. I haven’t even bothered to date anyone else because always in the back of my head is Jeremiah saying “I never thought of you until Conrad. Conrad talked highly of you and I had to date you. I don’t think I actually liked you ever. I liked the idea of you. I never wanted to be with you romantically though.” I don’t know what Conrad even said to Jeremiah to make him think I would be worth dating, but I curse Conrad’s name for ruining dating for me too. I don’t want to see Conrad either.

I hear “Hey Y/N.” I see Conrad standing there on the beach next to me. I quickly pack my bag and say “Good day. Bye.” I hear Conrad following and hovering by me. I stop walking, face him, and exclaim “Look, Conrad, I don’t want to talk to you now or ever.” He asks “What did I do? Why do you hate me? Please tell me. We used to be friends then one day, we weren’t. What happened?” I ask “You really don’t know?” He answers “No I don’t. I just know we haven’t had a proper talk in years. I miss you.” I miss him too. I’m not saying that though.

I tell him everything Jeremiah said and I notice Conrad clench his fists angrily. He looks off into the distance and says “I can’t believe this. What a shithead… I’m sorry he said that. I never thought he would take my words that way. If I could go back, I would not tell him about my feelings.” I ask “What did you tell him?” He turns to face me and says “What the hell?! I already lost you once. This will make me lose you again.” I ask “What?”

He answers, “Jeremiah was complaining about his dating life and how it was so boring. He claimed no one was worth it. I had different thoughts because I was so in love with you and I knew you would be worth it. At the time, the only that mattered was you and you in my life. I didn't think Jeremiah would ask you out and take you out of my life completely. I told him that I loved you and when he asked why, I told him because I love how your laugh is contagious and makes me think every day is worth living for. I think you're beautiful and smart but above all else, you care so deeply for those in your life. You care about my feelings, who I am, what I want not what others want for me, and you make me smile on my bad days. There is more I did say and could have said, but ... uh you get the gist of that. I hope you know that you can trust me and that what I said was the truth." I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS. I'm in shock. There is no way Conrad loved me. Before I can respond to Conrad, I hear "Y/N! I've been looking for you everywhere! You never picked me up after my run and I tracked your phone here." I see my brother and I reply "Oh shit! I'm so sorry. I lost track of time." My brother looks at Conrad and says "Oh hey Conrad. I didn't know we were all talking again." I say "We are starting today." Conrad says "I know you have to go Y/N, but think about what I said today, okay? I hope I can see you both this summer." I reply "I'll call you, okay?" He nods and half smiles.

In the car with my brother, my brother asks "So... are we going to talk about why Conrad is now our friend again and why I shouldn't hate him?" I answer "I was stupid to blame him for my relationship ending. Jeremiah didn't like me to begin with and he is the one who said everything horrible about me. Conrad never said a word against me. Conrad liked me and told Jeremiah why I was the dream girlfriend and you know the rest." He asks "Does Conrad still like you?" I answer "You interrupted me before I could find out." He replies "Yeah sorry about that, you should call Conrad. I'm sure Mom will let you out of dinner tonight to see him. She always liked Conrad." I reply "You're probably right."

I ask Conrad if he's free for dinner tonight if I can make it and he immediately agrees. My mom does allow me to miss dinner to see Conrad. She also tells me to bring my pepper spray because she doesn't trust the Fisher boys yet. I attach it to my purse.

I walk outside when I see Conrad's car and I get inside.

Conrad asks "Where to?" I answer "Somewhere we can talk and somewhere your brother won't be." He nods and says "I know just the place."

We arrive at a beachside diner and we go inside. We order food and I realize I'm just staring into space. I should talk. Yeah.

I look over at Conrad who is staring at me causing me to smile. I exclaim "I'm sorry for just zoning out after we ate. I honestly forgot where I was and what I was doing." Conrad replies "That's okay. I'm just glad you are here with me." I reply "Yeah speaking on that, before Jeremiah and I got together, you were the Fisher that I wanted to date." He smirks and asks "Not my mom? Wow, I'm telling her." I playfully slap him and say "Stop, you know what I meant. Between you and Jeremiah, I would've picked you if you had asked me out first. I did like Jeremiah as a person when we dated, I even fell in love because he could be kind and I liked being with him. In the end, he wasn't kind and I hated who I was with him. But what matters now is our feelings now. I'm not sure of yours, but I still like you and I'm willing to give us a chance. Are you?" He smiles and says "I've liked you for years. Of course, it's a yes. What made you suggest I didn't like you anymore?" I answer "You used past tense earlier when you confessed what you told Jeremiah. I didn't know if you liked me anymore especially since we didn't talk for 2 years and I would blow you off every time I saw you. I am sorry about that by the way. I was just angry and punishing you. You didn't deserve it." He reaches across the table to hold my hands and says "It's okay Y/N. We'll be okay. Next time there is a problem, let's just talk. You can tell me anything and I will promise to tell you everything. Talking creates trust between us and I get to hear your voice, which melts my heart. I feel a bit lighter and happier because of our talks." I smile and reply "You're really cheesy, Conrad. But I like it." He smiles and says "Good because you're stuck with me. Life is boring without you."

#conrad fisher rec #conrad fisher x y/n #conrad fisher x you #conrad fisher x reader #tsitp conrad #conrad fisher #tsitp x reader #tsitp fanfic

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leviackermanscleaningbuddy · 1 year

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hello! I love all of your short drabbles :D I was wondering if you could do hyunho x reader! List 2, prompt 7, List 4, prompt 37 and prompt 38, and List 3, prompt 19, if that's alright! (if it's too much please feel free to just select the ones you like the most <3 thank you and have a good day/night!!)

SKZ Prompt Game

Prompts: "I'll just go ahead and go fuck myself."

"You're n-not, um, wearing anything under that, are you...?"

"Are you trying to turn me on or are you really just that oblivious?"

"We're not all savages here, sweetheart."

Members: Hwang Hyunjin, Lee Minho

Relationship: Post Apocalyptic!FemReader x HyunHo

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Warnings: It's the apocalypse. So. Some blood and gore, zombies, injuries, fighting to stay alive, violence, guns, weapons, etc. People aren't very nice. 🤷🏼‍♀️

The first time you'd met Lee Minho, you'd been in an abandoned convenience store looking for anything salvageable.

Apparently, you'd also missed the walker looking in said convenience store for a quick meal.

Que Lee Minho and his trusty golf club.

He'd showed up like some sort of twisted hero in all his bloody glory, and taken the walker's head clean off it's shoulders in one easy swing.

Hot, right?

He'd given you a "watch your back, dumbass" look, and turned on his heel and strode out the broken glass of the front door.

"Well, I'll just go ahead and go fuck myself." You'd muttered beneath your breath as you'd watched him go.

You'd picked yourself up off the floor, grabbed your gun, and followed him at a distance.

What can you say? You have a thing for hot, aloof guys who don't give a fuck and can take down a zombie in one clean hit.

Hey. It's the apocalypse.

Beggars can't be choosers.

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The first time you'd met Hwang Hyunjin, he'd been naked.

Well, mostly.

You'd only been part of the safety compound community for a couple of weeks and apparently someone had neglected to tell you that the public showers were exactly that-public.

You'd nearly run smack into him, white towel that was now gray from too much use slung low around his narrow hips, and you'd stared, shocked, until he'd finally arched a brow and given you a small smirk.

"Like what you see?"

"You're n-not, um, wearing anything under that, are you...?" You'd stuttered out, like a complete fool, and not a savvy, independent woman who'd survived the end of the world completely on her own.

Hyunjin had glanced down the lean lines of his body and smirked some more.

"I mean. That's kinda the point when you shower, toots."

You had averted your eyes and ducked into the shower before you could embarrass yourself further, and Hyunjin had laughed before leaving.

Hot, lethal guys remember?

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Cue the present.

You're still head over heels for dangerous men who can hold their own against a horde of zombies, but seriously, your options are limited here.

Let's just ignore the fact that it's two specific men in particular, shall we?

"(Y/N). Are you listening to me?"

You glance up from your seat at the table, playing with the trigger of your gun, and meet Minho's narrowed gaze.

You give him an innocent smile. "Would you believe me if I said yes?"

"No."

You shrug. "Then no."

Minho sighs and leans onto his hands on the table, pointing to the crudely drawn map of the buildings outside the safety of the compound.

"We're going to hit up first and third today. See if we can find some medical supplies."

You hum under your breath in acknowledgement, and Hyunjin takes the opportunity to lean forward and kick your legs down off the table.

"Hey, watch it, shithead!" You glare in his direction as your boots hit the floor and you steady yourself.

Hyunjin smirks and arches a brow at you. "What're you gonna do about it?"

You lean in and murmur threateningly beneath your breath, snapping your teeth at him, "Feed you to the walkers myself."

"I'd love to see you try, toots." Hyunjin counters back, leaning forward so your lips are almost brushing, before he mimics a kiss and you pull back abruptly as he laughs.

"Children." Minho grumbles, leaving the table and your squabble to grab his bag and sling his trusty golf club across his back. "I'm surrounded by children."

"I wouldn't be opposed to calling you daddy." Hyunjin says cheekily as he stands, stretching, before he grabs his own gear and his gun.

"Me either." You reply instantly with a wiggle of your brows in Minho's direction, even as he glares at both of you and flips you off.

"Can we just focus long enough to get our shit and get out?"

You grab your own weapon and salute Minho dramatically. "Yes, sir, daddy sir."

Hyunjin cackles from beside you, slinging an arm around your shoulders.

You try to ignore how warm his skin is against the back of your neck.

Minho sighs, resignation clear in his features as he heads for the door.

"I'm going to leave you two for the fucking walkers, mark my words."

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"Hey toots, catch!"

Hyunjin tosses a water damaged packet of gauze over to you from the next aisle and you catch it easily, stuffing it into your pack as you continue to peruse the picked over shelves of the pharmacy.

There's not much left, but if there's anything worth while here, trust that the three of you will find it.

You snort as you find an intact box of condoms, calling over to Hyunjin, "Hey, you wanna have apocalypse sex?"

"Who's asking?" He appears at your side in a moment, snatching the box of condoms from your hand and inspecting it with a sly smirk on his face.

"Well I'll be."

"It'll even be safe sex." You point out with amusement, returning to shuffle through the leftover items on the shelves.

Hyunjin leans up against the shelf next to you, tossing the box easily from hand to hand as he continues to stare at you.

You arch a brow and give him a pointed look. "What?"

His smirk widens. "Are you asking me to have sex with you, toots?"

You make a face of mock revulsion and shove him away from you, even as you heart does a weird beat against the wall of your chest at his words.

"Fuck no."

"Suit yourself. Your loss." Hyunjin shrugs and stuffs the condoms into his own pack before ambling away.

Minho appears at the opposite end of the aisle, palming a box of what looks like water logged aspirin. He zips it into the pocket of his own pack as he approaches you, expression serious.

"Everyone good to go? We need to move."

"Yeah." You nod, zipping up your backpack and slinging it over your shoulder. You glance around, peering through the bare shelves. "Where's Hyunjin-?"

"Shit. Fuck."

You're cut off by Hyunjin dashing around the end of the aisle where you and Minho currently stand, expression grim as he slides to a stop beside the two of you and pulls out his large gun.

He tosses his head in the direction of the front doors, blowing long, dirty blonde hair out of his eyes as he does so.

"There's a shit ton of walkers in the parking lot. I dunno if they somehow smelled us or heard us or if they're just gathered here for some fucking freak zombie reason, but we're gonna have a hell of a time getting out of here."

Minho swears underneath his breath, scanning the shelves for anything useful as a weapon or distraction.

You load your gun silently, muscles already tense and ready for a fight.

"Fuck it." Minho finally says, tugging his golf club out of his pack and smacking it into the palm of his free hand with a murderous expression on his features. "Let's go. We can't waste anymore time."

The chains you had used to secure the doors of the pharmacy when you first entered rattle loudly, and the sound of palms slamming against the glass echoes down the aisle toward the three of you.

Beside you, Hyunjin readies up, his lips pulled down into a serious, firm line.

"Yo, (Y/N)."

You glance sidelong at him as you all creep silently toward the front doors and the waiting horde of zombies.

He gives you the hint of a grim smile as he cocks his gun.

"If we survive this, think you'll reconsider sleeping with me?"

You snort out a strained chuckle as the door comes into view, and the faces of dozens of bloody, rotting zombies fill the frosted, cracked glass.

"Maybe."

A hand comes through the crack in the door, rattling the chains even more violently, leaving bloody smears on the door handle.

Hyunjin nods, looking determined.

"Good enough for me."

Minho stalks forward and slams his golf club down hard on the walker's hand, breaking it with a sharp crack. The walker shrieks and retreats and Minho glances back at the two of you as he reaches for the heavy padlock you had secured earlier.

Hyunjin arches a brow, staring at Minho hungrily. "Are you trying to turn me on or are you really just that oblivious?"

Minho rolls his eyes and you can practically hear him sigh.

Hey, what can you say? He looks hot as fuck covered in blood and smashing walkers hands off like they're made of nothing more than paper.

You and Hyunjin obviously have the same type.

"Our best bet is to funnel them in here where we can take them on in smaller numbers." His expression goes dangerous and determined as he turns back to the door. "Ready?"

You and Hyunjin both nod, immediately back into business mode, and Minho undoes the lock, letting the chains that hold the door closed against the horde slink to the floor at his feet.

The old, cracked doors crack under the pressure of the walkers without the chains to hold them up, and Minho leaps out of the way as they crash inward, and shuffling, rotting corpses begin to lurch into the pharmacy.

Without a second thought, you begin to take them down with bullets to the head, Hyunjin firing beside you in steady succession.

Minho jumps over the fallen corpses, and starts to take out the side stragglers swing by swing, his golf club knocking heads off easily, as if they were nothing more than stray balls waiting for his putt.

Your gun clicks, the chamber empty, and the walkers are still pouring steadily in, stumbling over their fallen comrades, mouths open, hands reaching for you.

"Fuck." You swear and sling off your backpack, searching for the ammo you had stored there before you left.

Hyunjin slides in front of you, calling over his shoulder as he continues to take shot after shot, "I'll cover you!"

You nod back gratefully, and your fingers finally close around the box of extra ammo.

You've just gotten the first bullet in the chamber, when Minho yells out over the groans of the incoming walkers and the sound of gunfire, "Look out!"

You glance up in time to see a walker swiping its gnarled hands at you through the bare shelves of the next aisle, teeth gnashing, eyes hanging out of their sockets.

You scramble backward, dropping your gun in the process, and Hyunjin whirls, taking the walker out with a bullet between the hanging eyes.

Its body falls heavily-right into the empty shelving unit, sending it crashing down-right on top of you and Hyunjin

"Move!" You shout, shoving Hyunjin away as you lunge to get out of the way of the toppling metal.

There's a sharp piercing pain in your side as you crash into Hyunjin on the safety of the floor a few feet away, both of you breathing hard, the fallen shelving unit at your feet.

"Shit." Hyunjin laughs breathlessly, glancing to you with wide eyes. "That was close."

There's black blood spatter on his face, and a gash on his forehead is leaking fresh red blood down his temple and across his lips.

"Are you two okay?" Minho appears, looming over the two of you, his chest heaving, forehead glistening with sweat and blood that matches Hyunjin's.

He lets the bloody golf club rest on the floor at his feet, the head covered in gore, and looks the two of you over with a sharp gaze.

Worry creases his forehead, and he crouches, reaching out to touch your side, and instantly, you hiss at the contact.

Something starts to burn.

"Fuck." Hyunjin mutters beneath his breath, and you follow his gaze to where Minho's hand covers your side.

Between his fingers, blood is starting to drip onto the floor beneath you, a large, sharp piece of shrapnel embedded just above your hip.

Now that the adrenaline is wearing off, it hurts like a bitch.

You can't worry about that right now though.

You glance to the doorway, almost piled completely shut with fallen walkers, and jut your chin toward the opening.

"We cleared them, but more will be coming, drawn in by the sounds and the blood. We need to leave. Now."

Minho's expression shutters, turning to business, and he picks up his club, standing, before he offers you his bloody hand to pull you to your feet.

You wince and hiss a breath between your teeth as you move, but get to your feet anyway.

Hyunjin gets up as well, kicking aside walker bodies to clear a path to the door as Minho slings one of your arms over his shoulders, taking most of your body weight as he helps you hobble toward the exit.

"Goddamn motherfucking bastards." Hyunjin mutters sourly beneath his breath, as he crushes a dead walker's head beneath the heel of his heavy boot.

He shoves open one of the doors with effort, the door wedging several times on the fallen zombies piled around it, and squints against the fast sinking sun, glancing back to you and Minho as you step out into the parking lot with him.

"Fuck." Minho swears, adjusting your hold on him, making you cringe and bite your lip to stop from whimpering. "It's later than I thought."

Hyunjin hefts his gun, motioning with his head to the alley you'd taken to get here.

"Come on. Follow me. I'll clear our path."

Minho nods as Hyunjin cocks the gun and steps out into the open, scanning the area warily.

When he motions you both forward, Minho turns to you, saying quietly beneath his breath, his expression softening slightly at the pain that's probably written all over your face, "We're gonna get out of this."

"We better." You reply back through gritted teeth, kicking out at a dead walker at your feet, smearing the toe of your shoe with blood. You give him a smile that's more like a grimace. "I haven't lived this long just to get taken out by one of these fucking ugly bastards."

Minho's lips twitch into the start of a smile as he helps you move forward to follow Hyunjin.

"That's my girl."

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"This is gonna hurt."

You grimace, tightening your knuckles until they whiten around the edge of the cot, and give the doctor a slight glare.

"It already fucking hurts, Ally, just pull the damn thing out."

Ally sighs, reaching for a pair of gloves and a small bottle of alcohol. "Fine. But don't tell me I didn't warn you."

"Hey." Minho's voice is soft where he stands by your head, and you crane your head to glance up at him, grateful for the distraction as Ally starts to disinfect her hands.

He holds up a bottle of whiskey, expression serious, eyes dark. "You're gonna want to take a drink of this first."

You stare up at him. "I don't-"

"Trust me." He commands in a low tone, and you give in, nodding, as he raises the bottle of alcohol to your lips.

You take a short swig, and it burns on the way down your throat, but he's right, it numbs the searing pain in your side to a dull throb.

Ally grabs a pair of old forceps from the tray beside the cot and looks to you seriously.

"Ready?"

You take in a deep breath, holding it momentarily, before you readjust your death grip on the edge of the cot and give her one short, terse nod.

"Do it."

You take in another breath as you feel her touch the shrapnel in your side, the pain instantly flaring.

You force your body still, tense and trembling, as she takes a good hold.

She glances at you once more for confirmation and then up to Minho, standing beside your head.

"Give her the stick, Minho."

Minho leans over you, hands on either side of your head, staring down at you with an unreadable expression, before he gently, silently slides the hard piece of wood between your teeth, his fingers lingering feather soft on your jaw.

"Bite down." He admonishes softly beneath his breath, eyes never leaving your own. "And breathe out slowly."

You do as he says, holding his gaze-you wonder how many times he's been in your same position-and then, without warning, Ally tugs the large piece of metal out of your side in one harsh, smooth motion.

You feel it-the tearing of your muscle, of your skin, the hot blood immediately gushing down your side, pooling on the cot beneath you-and you bite down harder on the stick between your teeth to keep from audibly crying out, even as you squeeze your eyes shut against the sudden hot barrage of tears.

"It's out." Ally announces, and you hear something clatter onto her tray, before she moves to prod the edges of the jagged wound with her gloved fingers.

You hiss out a curse between your teeth at the contact, but don't open your eyes.

You don't dare move, the pain is still too much, your fingers are clenched so tightly along the edges of the cot that they're staring to ache.

You might pass out.

Your whole body is shaking violently now from the pain and shock as Ally cleans out the rest of the wound and moves to stitching you up.

It hurts, but not nearly as bad as the first initial agony.

There's a dull throbbing as Ally finishes pulling the stitches closed, and then she shoves back from the cot, standing up and snapping off her gloves.

It's only then that you finally open your eyes.

"We're all done." She remarks, patting you on the shoulder with a sympathetic look on her face. "You did well. Don't overdo it. Those stitches will rip if you try anything too strenuous the next couple of days."

She turns a commanding look and a finger on Minho. "I expect you to keep her responsible for her healing, Minho."

You hear him chuckle, but the sound doesn't feel like it normally does.

Or maybe that's just the pain talking.

"Yes, ma'am."

Ally nods sternly, seemingly satisfied, and heads back to her office, leaving the large run down auditorium that had been made into the compound's medical unit on silent feet.

You let out a shuddering breath, and finally glance at Minho.

"Is Hyunjin okay?" You ask, because it's the only thing you can think to say into the silence.

You don't want to focus too long on the worry that still creases his pretty features.

Minho nods with a slight smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. "Yeah. Ally looked at him when we got back. He just needed a few stitches. He's furious it's gonna scar though."

You laugh, but it cuts off into a wince, because the action immediately pulls at the tenderness of your side.

You sense Minho shift toward you, as if he wants to help, but doesn't quite know how.

You let out a long, shuddering sigh, and stare up at the crackled paint of the ceiling above your heads.

"He's worried about you, you know."

You glance back to Minho in surprise at his soft words, and he gives you the hint of another smile.

"Hyunjin, I mean. He wanted to come with me to make sure you were okay, but he's not huge on blood."

You arch a brow in disbelief. "The man lives in the zombie apocalypse."

Minho laughs, amusement trickling into his gaze. "Yeah, well, walker blood is different than blood from people you know intimately."

Your mind snags on the last word and won't let it go. Not until you ask, "We-know each other intimately?"

Minho cocks his head, regarding you seriously. "I mean-kind of. I don't usually take people I don't trust out with me on expeditions."

Something about his words makes your chest warm, and the pain dull.

"And Hyunjin-" You start to say, trailing off, not really sure where you're going with this.

Minho sighs. "Hyunjin likes you. He's just a dumbass sometimes who doesn't know how to show it."

You stare at him, nibbling anxiously on your bottom lip, and Minho reaches out and frees the skin from between your teeth with his thumb.

"We're not all savages here, sweetheart. We care about you." He admits softly, holding your gaze, and your heart does that weird thing in your chest again. "And seeing you get hurt-"

Pain washes across his face, and without thinking, you slide your fingers between his and squeeze.

He jumps slightly, shock flickering in his dark eyes, and then he glances down at your joined hands.

You squeeze again, until he looks back up to you.

"I care about you guys too." You whisper back, a slight smile pulling at your lips.

You glance down to your clothes, bloody and torn, and the newly stitched jagged wound marking your side, stained with alcohol and dried blood.

"Do you care enough about me to help me shower?" You ask teasingly, and Minho rolls his eyes, but there's a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"I'm sure Hyunjin would be more than happy to volunteer."

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3 Months Later

"Toots, c'mon-" Hyunjin follows you into the low building, whining and putting on his best pouting face, even though you're clearly ignoring the little show he's trying to put on.

"Babe." You counter back, not looking at him, as Minho glances up from where he's standing at the table, packing supplies into backpacks. "There is no fucking way I'm letting you use a sex toy on me that you found in the middle of the zombie apocalypse."

Minho's expression immediately turns to something between disgust and exasperation at your words.

"But I'll wash it first!" Hyunjin argues back, as you cross the room to slip in beside Minho, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek as you take over packing your backpack.

You stare down Hyunjin across the table blankly. "You would literally have to run that thing through a sterilizer seven times before I would even let you come near me with it."

Something determined flashes across Hyunjin's dark gaze at your words. "I'll ask Ally if I can borrow hers."

"No."

"Oh, c'mon!" Hyunjin cries out, reaching across the table to snag his backpack angrily, stuffing his supplies into it with harsh, pouty movements. "Neither of you are any fun."

Beside you, Minho sighs. "Fun gets you killed."

Hyunjin rolls his eyes so hard that you laugh a little and he turns his glare to you.

"God, I really can't believe I'm shacking up with two of the most boring people to ever exist."

You shrug, slinging your backpack over your shoulder as you do so. "It's the end of the world. Beggars can't be choosers."

Minho nods in agreement, putting on his own gear as he moves around the table to flick Hyunjin across the cheekbone.

"Yep. She's right."

Hyunjin rubs at his cheek, scowling, even as you lean over to press a kiss to his plump lips.

"God, I really hate you."

You laugh, as Minho smirks, leaning over to swipe a kiss across his offended cheekbone.

"We love you too. Now let's get moving."

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kidstemplatte · 7 months

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I know this might be a heavy ask (feel free to ignore), but the way you write Terzo brings me so much comfort. I had a really scary experience tonight with a man, I won’t go into detail but he was weird with me on my train journey and then followed me for the most part of my walk home. If you’re ok with it, I would love for you to write how Terzo would comfort his s/o when they get inside their home a little shaken up.

Thank you for everything you write, it’s amazing 🤎

silence

pairing: terzo/reader

summary: reader enters house shaken after being followed on the way home by a man.

i have so much to say in response to this, so there's gonna be a message at the end of this for you, anon, and everyone. i always kind of feel the need to include a message in my fics but this one is gonna be longer. sorry i know i’m typing like im accepting a nobel peace prize or something but this really means a lot to me <3

Do I pretend I’m on the phone? No, I’ll look distracted. Should I go on the other side of the street? That’s too obvious. What if I turned around and walked the other way? No, then we would cross paths, and then he might- Satanas- What do I do?

You strode down the sidewalk at full-speed, adrenaline pumping as you sought to complete your one objection: Make it home.

As you approached your block, you turned the corner rapidly. The sound of the man’s footsteps had quieted down, leaving you in an ominous silence. Was he still following you?

Taking a leap of faith, you counted to three and turned around.

One, Two, Three.

Gone.

You let out an audible sigh of relief.

The train ride home today, typically uneventful, had been a very unpleasant one to say the least. A perverse man sitting near you had taken it upon himself to say some drastically inappropriate things to you, things that made you squeamish and sick to your stomach. Even when you got off the train, gathering your things in a hurry, his harassment didn’t stop. You could hear his persistent pacing behind you for the majority of your walk home.

Things like this came with adulthood, they unfortunately happened to many people.But that didn’t make it any easier. Moments like these made you long for the innocence and naivety you possessed as a child. When strangers weren’t potential harassers, but potential friends. When a man’s smile signified kindness instead of danger. You were so innocent, so blissfully unaware of the cruelties of the world.

You safely made it back home, swiftly unlocking the front door, before entering, slamming it shut, and locking it again.

“Hello-“ Terzo’s lively greeting came to a quick halt when he caught sight of your panicked state.

“What is wrong? What happened?” he questioned, his voice softer than usual.

“I just- on the train ride home this guy was saying things to me, and he was behind me most of the walk home and I was scared he was following me.” You explained.

Terzo, immediately going to protective mode, dashed to the windows and looked outside. “Do you need me to call the police? Should I summon some of the Ghouls, perhaps? They could-”

“It’s okay, Terzo. Thank you. He’s gone.” you assured him wearily.

“Are you positive?”

“Yes.”

Terzo took a deep breath in and out, turning around to face you once again.

“Okay.” he responded. “Come here, lovely.” he cooed, holding his arms out. You eagerly accepted his invitation, melting into his warm embrace as he moved his hands lovingly up and down your back. “Nothing will hurt you when you’re with me. Nothing.” he whispered, gently kissing the side of your head as it was buried in the crook of his neck.

“I just- I feel gross.” You sniffled.

Terzo gently pulled away, placing his hands on your shoulders and looking you in the eyes.

“You? Gross? No, no no, cara mia. What is gross is that imbecile shithead who was saying those things to you. Is there anything you want me to do? To make you feel safe?”

“I just don’t want to be alone.”

“Lucky for you, neither do I.” Terzo smiled, “I never do now that i know you.”

You smiled at his affection, placing your hands on each side of his face before giving him a kiss.

“Want to order dinner? I burnt the spaghetti earlier.” Terzo confessed.

“Terzo- How did you burn spaghetti?”

“I am a culinary talent.”

He actually was, that’s what made it so funny. You and Terzo settled on ordering pizza. Not fancy pizza. The greasy fast food kind that Terzo secretly loved. Despite his efforts to be perceived as a “foodie”, the man secretly loved eating like a teenage boy. It’s a little fun fact about him you thought was very adorable. You two weren’t strangers to 1 am McDonald’s runs or late-night Doordash shenanigans.

“Movie? What do you want to watch?”

“Nothing scary, please.” You laughed.

“Nothing scary it is, then.” He replied.

As you two started a movie, a comforting favorite of yours, and settled on the couch, you took a seat, but were interrupted by Terzo wrapping his arms around your waist and rearranging your position.

“Hey!” You laughed. “What are you-“

Before you could protest, Terzo had snuck behind your spot on the couch, wrapping his arms around you.

He ran his hands up and down your body, in a way you knew wasn’t suggestive, but purely out of affection. He played with your hair, gently scratching your scalp in circular motions the way he knew you liked.

Terzo had a wickedly adorable trick he loved to play on you. Sometimes, when you were laughing at something, Terzo would devilishly tickle you to amplify your laughter even more, eager to hear more of his favorite sound in the world. You knew of this little game, so you often stifled your laughter during funny scenes to avoid his tickling. However, Terzo knew you long enough to recognize even a slight laugh from you when he felt your body jolt even in the slightest.

“I felt that…” he would say ominously before you would beg for mercy, even though you both knew you loved it.

“I didn’t laugh! I swear! I promise!”

Your pleas meant nothing. Before you knew it, you were nearly screaming as Terzo viciously tickled you in all the places he knew were your weak spots.

“No! Stop! Stop! Satan, please, help me!” you squealed through a fit of laughter.

Your struggle resulted in you and Terzo both falling onto the ground.

But he did not stop.

“Why are you doing this to me?” You cried, smiling so hard your face hurt.

“You must pay the price.”

“The-haha- the price for what?”

“For being adorable.”

Eventually you made it back to the couch, stomachs hurting from laughing so hard. And when you cried at a touching scene, he peppered kisses on your face and neck, holding you even tighter than before. You two had laid together for so long, so comfortable in silence with each other, that eventually some other movie had begun playing automatically.

“I love you, cara mia.” He whispered, his breath in your ear sending a warm shiver down your spine and making your eyes grow heavier.

There was no person, no place, nothing in the world who made you feel as safe as you did with Terzo. Safe enough to let go, fall asleep in their arms, without fear of what may happen when you weren’t fully present.

“I love you too.” you whispered, falling into a peaceful slumber in the arms of your lover.

╚══ஓ๑♡๑ஓ══╝

a little message:

first off- i'm so so so sorry that happened to you. that stuff is so terrifying.. we live in a very scary world full of scary things and scary people and i’m so sorry you had to experience that. you deserve to feel safe.

second off- i can’t ignore this ask. i know this sounds silly, i’m on tumblr writing fanfiction about a satanic band for christ’s sake, i’m not trying to act like some saint, but this is really why i do this. fanfiction has brought me so much comfort throughout my life and given me a safe space. i want to be that for someone else. i wanted so badly to bring this fic to you last night when i first read your request,but i was sleep-deprived and couldn’t finish it, and i didn’t want to rush it. ❤️

finally- thank you for your support and for your kind words. i cannot even describe how happy i am to bring anyone comfort. thank you for trusting me with your experience and for your kindness. i am so honored that you requested this from me. seriously. it made me tear up a little bit.

thank you for reading this.

if you have send me a request, it is coming.

i love you all, stay safe out there❤️

<3, alice

#the band ghost #ghost band #ghost #papa emeritus iii #terzo #papa emeritus #papa terzo #papa emeritus x reader #terzo x reader #papa emeritus iii x reader

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vnmpior · 2 years

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I'LL MAKE THOSE NIGHTMARES ☆ STOP

MICHAEL ☆ AFTON

x reader

summary: you keep having nightmares, and every time you sneak to the kitchen, michael is always there to question you

note: I'M BACK TO WRITING FOR MIKEY!! kind of a spin off of one of my fics from a year ago. so if it's familiar to my wattpad readers that's why lmao

not proofread

you shot awake, looking around to only see complete darkness and the slight glow from underneath the crack of your door a few feet away. sweat gathered at your neck as you calmed yourself down from the nightmare you're already pushing back into the confines of your mind. you looked around in confusion, before realizing you were in a guest room at michael’s house.

your apartment the day before had flooded, and they evacuated everyone out, causing you to stay over at michael’s until you were allowed to go back.

you swung your feet over the side of the bed, slipping out into the hallway to go over to the kitchen. the place seemed to be louder at night, every step causing a creak in the floorboards.

"it's like i'm louder than a fucking truck" you growled silently. after a long time of cussing out the house and why it was louder at night, you finally arrived at the kitchen. you grabbed a cup from the cupboard and proceeded to get water from the sink, even though you hated tap water. only then did you realize that you were still thinking about that dream that you didn’t realize you were letting moonlight be the only source of light to help you get around.

you quickly started to search for a light switch, grasping at the walls until you felt the telltale lever. the sudden blast of light made you blink your eyes a few times before you went back to your deserted cup of water. staring at the window, you didn't notice the figure coming closer from behind you.

"hey, loser, what are you doing awake?” michael threw his arm around your shoulder, making you spit your water out in surprise.

"can you at least warn me next time, afton?" you got out of his grasp and went to get a paper towel to clean the counter and floor.

"nah, it's fun seeing you jump at things that aren't even scary." he smirked.

you rolled your eyes, continuing to wipe. “who knows, you could’ve been one of those creepy animatronics your dad keeps in the basement.”

"anyways, you didn't answer my question," michael grabbed a popsicle out the freezer.

"i could ask you the same question."

"that's not answering my question."

"it's nothing. i just woke up." you threw your cup into the sink.

"i bet you were dreaming about me and wanted to see me," michael chomped on the popsicle, leaning against the counter with a smug look on his face.

"you wish, shithead," you started to go back to your room.

"you know i'm right!" he called out after you, which made you turn around and catch a glimpse of him grinning after you as you flipped him off.

☆

the bed squeaked from under you as you tossed and turned, trying to fall asleep again. you thought that the nightmare was only going to be for a day, but it happened again today. you didn't feel like having another michael confrontation, so here you were, trying to feel comfortable in the bed.

you thought about going to heat up some milk, and decided why not, since michael wouldn't be there two nights in a row just for a popsicle. this time, you narrowly avoided all the creaky areas, except for one, which was conveniently in front of michael's room.

last time you checked, he was a heavy sleeper, so you didn't worry about it too much. you arrived at the kitchen, making sure this time to turn the lights on. you got a mug and poured some milk in, putting it into the microwave. you stared at the timer aggressively, making sure you can stop it at one second so it doesn't wake up the whole house.

but once again, michael was not here to make your life easy.

"there's gotta be something wrong with you, love," michael popped out of nowhere again.

"you too, because you're awake too." you rolled your eyes, still staring at the timer.

"i play games through the night. you go to sleep like right after 12, so i don't know why you just wake up randomly."

"you should be getting some sleep, might be why you're such a bitch in the morning." you tried steering the convo away from you.

"awh, it's great to know you care about me," he smirked. "but i think you really should be sleeping right now."

"i'm going to. i'm just getting some milk to help me out." you quickly opened the microwave when it was at 2 seconds and reset the microwave, setting the mug down on the counter to let it cool.

michael raised an eyebrow.

"you sleep well?" he seemed slightly concerned.

"yeah, i sleep. . ." you zoned out, resting your head in your palm. after a few seconds of silence, he heard you already snoring.

"doesn't seem like you do," michael went over and slid you onto his back, grabbing the mug of milk too.

you had already dozed off, and michael decided to bring you to his room since it was closer and he didn't feel like you deserved the honor of being carried back to your room.

“how did she even fall asleep that fast?” he grumbled to himself.

he cautiously laid you in his bed, and not wanting you to feel uncomfortable when you wake up, put up one of his pillows as a barrier and slid into bed next to you.

he looked over at your sleeping face and felt the urge to give you a little peck, but decided against it and turned the other way.

☆

you awoke to michael shaking you awake, a very frantic look on his face.

you shot up, realizing that, one, you were in michael's bed, and two, your face felt wet.

"you started sobbing in your sleep and i didn't know what to do," he sheepishly rubbed his neck.

"it's just nightmares. i've been having them for a while." you slide your arm over your face, and rubbed the tears away.

"why didn't you tell me? i bet i could've made it better," his usual persona was back.

"yeah sure. how would you?" you slumped back into his bed, sprawling out.

he said nothing, but laid down and put his arm around you and brought you close to him. your faces were extremely close, and you broke out in a blush.

"michael, how is this gonna help?"

"shut up, or i'll make you," he tangled his fingers in your hair and brought your head close to his chest.

"make me? yeah ri-" you started before michael gave you a small peck on your lips. you felt your face heat up even more and struggled to find a response.

"say more and it'll be longer next time," he brought the discarded blanket over the two of you, adding on to the warmth.

"i mean, i'm not complaining," you locked eyes with him.

"if you want it, wait until tomorrow then. you need your sleep." you pouted, but he kept running his hands through your hair until you fell asleep, which he soon followed.

that night there were no nightmares.

☆

elizabeth squealed at the sight of the two sleeping bodies tangled together, and quickly went to get her phone to take pictures.

michael started to wake up, the sheets on the bed rustling, and she immediately closed the door, and skipped happily off, satisfied.

“look daddy! michael actually scored them!"

#michael afton #michael afton x you #micheal afton #fnaf michael afton #michael afton x reader #fnaf imagines #fnaf x reader #fnaf #x reader #michael x reader

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mavsstar · 1 year

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｡･ﾟ𝑇𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔

Summary︱Andy's twin, Ransom, came into town for the holidays but hasn't left. The two of you have gotten particularly close. After Andy made you mad Ransom recommends a certain type of training to blow some steam off.

Pairings︱Ransom Drysdale x Virgin!Fem!Reader, Andy Barber x Virgin!Fem!Reader

W.C︱3.4k

Warnings︱It's Ransom, cursing, kissing, pet name: kitten, daddy kink, cheating, oral (m!), handjob,

Author's note︱This is part 2 to Oh Brother but you can read it without having to read Oh Brother. I hope you guys enjoy! Also thank you for the 3k :D Because it is valentine's day it is longer and pure fluff towards the end! Follow my side blog @mavsstars-garden!

Ransom always got what he wanted. New car? Got it. New watch? Got it. New one night stand? Got it. No matter the price, cash or morals, he always got what he wanted. There was only one thing Ransom truly wanted and was willing to work for.

You. Except Andy took you away from him.

Ransom had no morals. To him there was no wrong. It simply didn’t exist. He could easily take candy away from a baby and even be proud of it. He could stroll past a shelter of little puppies begging for a new home and he wouldn’t even bat an eye. The man was capable of cheating, lying, manipulation and so much more. Ransom had become such an amazing liar that you often can’t tell when he’s telling the truth and when he isn’t.

When he informed you about Andy’s infidelity, you half bought it, half didn’t. You wondered if he was telling the truth. After all they were twins and considering how close they are it would make sense they tell each other everything. Though Ransom didn’t directly say Andy told him. Unfortunately it still didn’t change the fact that he said it.

6 years ago

Ransom despised picking his cousin, Jacob Thrombey. It was nothing but a waste of his time. Jacob was the living reason he never ever wanted kids.

“Little shithead,” Ransom cursed as he looked down at his watch. Jacob should’ve been out already. Having waited long enough, Ransom stepped out of the car and shut the car door and walked towards the front doors.

Then you came out with Jacob in front of you. Ransom stopped in his tracks as he heard your voice. Jacob was on his phone, doing god knows what on it and completely ignoring you.

“Try to get the project in by Monday! It’s really important you get it in,” you told Jacob as he walked towards Ransom’s car.

“Mhm,” he hummed, uninterested in what you had to say.

“Have a great day!”

“Yeah, you too,” Jacob waved you off.

You turned to glance at Ransom, sending him a sweet smile and a wave. Ransom sent you his infamous smirk, lowering his sunglasses to send you a wink. Your smile turned into a bashful one as you walked away.

The sudden slam of a car door broke Ransom's trance. He whipped his head and saw Jacob had just gotten in the car, no doubt slamming the door.

“Hey! Don’t slam my door!” he exclaimed as he lightly jogged back to his car.

“Who was that?” Ransom asked after he got in the car. “Hello?” He asked after there was no response.

“That’s the substitute teacher for Mrs. Penny while she’s on maternity leave,” Jacob blankly answered.

“And…” Ransom trailed off, wanting to know more.

“She’s nice I guess, doesn’t make us do a lot of work,” Jacob replied, not peeling his eyes from his phone. “She’s single if that's what you’re wondering.”

The entire car ride Ransom thought about you. He wondered what your name was and why were you a substitute teacher? Why did you have to be such a hot substitute teacher? Oh what he would’ve given to be a fly in your room while you changed. After he dropped Jacob off, he immediately called his brother.

“Andy, you’ll never believe this.”

“Are you in trouble again? I already told you Ransom, I’m not going to-”

“No it’s not that!” Ransom cut Andy off. “I just saw the hottest woman today.”

“This is what you called me for?” Andy questioned, very unamused at this. “Seriously?”

“No you don’t understand,” Ransom began, “I picked Jacob off today and his hot substitute walked out with him. I can’t even begin to describe how she looks. I’ve found my future wife.”

Andy laughed as he shook his head. “Yeah right. You say that about every girl with a nice pair of tits you come in contact with.”

“I’m 100% serious Andy.”

Ransom and Andy have very distinct tastes for women, 99% of the women Ransom found attractive, Andy didn’t. Though the way his brother rambled about the woman, Andy’s intrigued. It couldn’t hurt to look. Right?

The next day he offered to pick Jacob up from school. He leaned against his car as he waited for him to walk out. Andy didn’t like picking him up either, Jacob liked to take his time and was always the last one to walk out.

When Andy heard the front doors open his head perched up. There you were, walking side by side with Jacob. There had only been a handful of moments where Andy was left speechless, this was number three on this list. His own body suddenly brought him closer towards you and he met you halfway. It felt like you were calling out to him, bringing him with an invisible rope you tied around his body.

“Hello!” you greeted Andy, shaking his hand while you said your name.

“Hello, I’m Andy Barber,” Andy eagerly repeated back. He couldn’t believe the beauty that was standing right across from him.

Rarely did Andy ever go after anything Ransom wanted, he always preferred to take a step back and let his brother enjoy it. This time was different. Ransom couldn’t have you, no. Not this time. Andy for once was being selfish.

“I hope this doesn’t sound too forward but what are you doing Saturday night?”

“What’s going on in your pretty little head?” You heard Ransom ask you as he tapped your head three times with his pointer finger.

“Nothing,” you mumbled.

“Really?” Ransom sarcastically questioned. “Because the popcorn was done 3 minutes ago and you’re missing your favorite part of the movie.”

“I’ve seen the movie a million times already, I can replay the scene in my head Ransom.”

“Still doesn’t change the fact that everytime you watch it you recite the entire scene word for word,” Ransom said. “You were thinking about Andy weren’t you?”

You remained quiet and bit the inside of your cheek. “What's wrong with that?” you questioned as you walked past Ransom to grab a bowl to pour the popcorn in. “He’s my fiance, I’m supposed to be thinking about him. It might be a surprise to you but when you’re in love you think about your significant other.”

“Yeah, yeah, it’s all flowers and cuddles and all that colorful bullshit,” Ransom waved off. “Lately you’ve been in a bad mood, Kitten. Does Andy have to do anything with it?”

“No,” you lied.

Ransom snuck up behind you and firmly pressed his front to your hack. His hands were placed at your sides, trapping you in. “What have I told you about lying to me, Kitten?” You could feel his breath fanning over your ear.

“You don’t like it when I lie.”

“Exactly, daddy doesn’t like it when Kitten lies to him now does he?”

“No,” you measly squeaked out. “I won’t do it again.”

“You’re such a good girl,” he cooed, placing a delicate kiss on the tip of your nose. “I’ll rewind the parts you missed, let's go.” His hand intertwined with yours as he was leading you out of the kitchen.

“Honey?!” Andy called out.

You immediately snatched your hand away from Ransom and took 3 steps away from him. If you weren’t so panicked you would’ve noticed the flash of disappointment on Ransom’s face. You missed the warmth of Ransom’s hand even if you only held it for a couple of moments.

“There you are!” Andy exclaimed when he entered the room, “I’ve been calling you.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t hear you, I was watching a movie with Ransom,” you replied. You noticed he was in a suit he normally wore for certain occasions paired with the watch you gave him last year as a birthday gift.

“Why are you in your suit?”

“I got a call, there’s an emergency meeting.”

“An emergency meeting? At 7:45 pm on a Sunday?” you questioned with your head tilted to the side. “But you never work on a Sunday.”

“I know Honey, I’m really sorry,” Andy began to apologize, “but I really have to go.”

“But you promised-”

“I know I promised but,” Andy looked down at his watch and mumbled under his breath, “Fuck I’m going to miss the res-.”

“You’re going to miss what?” you asked Andy with your arms crossed around your chest. When Andy didn’t respond you asked again though you got no response again. “Andy, I asked you a question.”

“I’m really sorry again Honey,” he apologized again. “I’ll make it up to you.”

“What time will you be back?” you asked him yet another question, frustration building up inside you from him ignoring your questions.

“Don’t know but I really really have to go,” he quickly said. Andy placed a kiss on your temple, “Don’t wait up for me.”

“Andy?!” you exclaimed, following him to the front door but in response all you got was the door slamming shut. You quickly opened the door and stuck your head out. “Andy!”

“Bye!” Andy yelled as he frantically got in his car.

“This is great,” you exasperated as you came back through the door. You turned to look at Ransom, “I can’t believe he blew me off for work. Again.”

“You don’t actually think he had an emergency meeting do you?” Ransom asked you.

“Well….yeah,” you answered with a shrug of your shoulders.

“Oh Kitten,” Ransom sighed. He then patted the empty spot next to him on the couch, “c’mere.”

You silently obeyed and walked towards the couch. Just as you were about to sit down, Ransom pulled your hips and sat you right on his lap. “Ran!” You squealed, trying to leave his lap but his hold on your was firm. “Ransom! Let go!”

“Or what?” Ransom challenged, “Andy is going to see us?”

You gave up on fighting to get out of his lap and relaxed into his touch. “Why would he leave so abruptly?”

“Because he’s out to see the other woman,” Ransom bluntly responded.

“Really?” you asked.

“Kitten it’s obvious! Andy is showing textbook signs he’s cheating on you.”

Ransom felt your body tense up from the anger. He began to kiss your neck and you shrugged him off. “I’m mad Ransom,” you protested, “let go.”

Ransom ignored you and continued to place kisses on your neck. “I know Kitten but just relax,” he murmured. “And I know just how to do that.”

“How?” you asked, trying to pull away from Ransom.

“Training always takes my mind off of things.”

“Training?” you asked in disbelief, “Ransom I don’t want to work out.”

“No, not that type of training Kitten.” His right hand left your hip and slithered his way up to your throat. “This type of training,” he said, lightly squeezing your throat.

You turned your head and looked at him in bewilderment, “do you mean….”

“You know exactly what I mean Kitten.”

You gulped. To say you were nervous would’ve been an understatement. You were as clueless as one could be when it came to sex. Truth be told you were glad you would wait until marriage, it gave you more time to avoid giving a blowjob to a man.

It wasn’t that you found it disgusting. No. You found it terrifying. You were scared you would do it wrong. Or accidentally bite down on it. Or even worse, accidentally throw up. You’ve heard stories from your friends how they hated giving blowjobs and all the horrors it came with. Now it was your turn to dance the tango.

“I-I don’t know if I can do it,” you nervously stuttered out.

“Relax Kitten, we’ll go nice and slow just for you.” Ransom's left hand began to massage your thigh sensually. “I’ll stop whenever you want me to stop.”

“You want daddy to feel good, don’t you?” he added.

“I do,” you replied.

“Help me take off my pants,” Ransom demanded. As you began to get off his lap and unbuckle his belt he continued talking. “It’s not hard Kitten–well not yet–but think of it as sucking on a popsicle. You have to hollow your cheeks out.”

“Will it hurt?”

“No but your jaw will be sore,” he chuckled. “Oh and when I tell you to open your mouth, open wide and stick your tongue out.”

You nodded along to what he said and took mental notes. Once his pants and boxers were pooled at his ankles you sat back on your feet and waited for his next instruction. Ransom was already hard, his cock was thick and oozing with precum. Just looking at it made your body tingle.

“Open wide Kitten,” Ransom instructed.

You immediately obeyed and opened your mouth, sticking your tongue out just how Ransom told you. He slapped the tip of his cock onto your tongue. It was heavy and you could taste his precum on your tongue. The action was dirty but god you loved it.

“Okay now swirl your tongue on the tip.” You swirled your tongue on the tip of his cock. His eyes fluttered shut from the action and his head slightly leaned back. “Kitten, keep your eyes on daddy.”

You peered at him through your eyelashes, your eyes looked innocent but your mouth told a whole other story. Ransom’s hand went to your cheek, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on your cheek.

“Now listen very carefully, if you can’t take it, tap my thigh three times. Got it?”

“Got it!” you said.

“That’s my girl,” he praised. “Remember to–”

“To hollow out my cheeks like I’m sucking on a popsicle,” you finished for him. “I’m ready.”

Ransom grabbed the base of his cock and began to guide it in your mouth. When you felt the tip go past your lips you knew your jaw would be sore the next day, it was so thick. As his cock went further into your mouth your nails dug into his thighs and you could feel the tears brimming your eyes. The second Ransom felt you gag around him, he stopped. He didn’t pull out but he wasn’t going to go any farther.

“How you feeling Kitten?’ Ransom asked through a strained voice. Your mouth was warm and so inviting. You couldn’t give him a verbal response so you opted for a thumbs up. “Good–Shit your mouth feels so fucking amazing.”

You were beyond tense. You had no idea how you were going to be able to do this. Scratch that, how were you going to take all of him?

Without any warning Ransom’s hand went from your cheek to your head. He then guided your head up and down on his cock. It wasn’t fast but it wasn’t slow either, it definitely took you by surprise.

Ransom couldn’t form a proper sentence, all that left his mouth were incoherent words. He tried his best to keep his eyes open but they would just flutter shut. You had no idea a blowjob could be so messy. Salvia was trickling down your throat, your mascara smeared your eyes and tears ran down the sides of your face.

“I know you can take a little bit more,” he groaned out, pushing you further down on his throbbing cock. “You’re doing a good job for Daddy. Jesus Christ.”

You tried to push back the gag reflex as best as you could. Anything to hear Ransom and make him feel good. By now you had taken only half of him but you could only do so much. You tapped on his thigh three times and Ransom quickly pulled out of your mouth. A string of saliva could be seen connecting to the tip of his cock all the way to your mouth. You gasped for air while you wiped the remaining salvia you had left on your mouth.

“I’m sorry,” you apologized, still gasping for air. “I couldn’t take it anymore.”

“You did perfect for your first time Kitten,” Ransom assured you. “That’s what training is for, so one day you’ll be able to take all of daddy’s cock in your pretty little mouth.”

“I still want to make you feel good daddy,” you said. “You didn’t finish.”

“You’re so eager to please daddy, aren’t you?” Ransom asked, to which you nodded frantically. “Then give daddy a handjob.”

You knew what a handjob was for two reasons. One, you saw it in a movie. Two, Ransom gave you a very detailed and filthy explanation to you one day.

Your dominant hand barely wrapped around the base of his dick, having a nice firm grip. You began to pump him up and down, making sure you got from the tip down to the base. Though you still felt like it wasn’t enough. You kitten licked the tip of his aching, leaking cock ever so slightly causing Ransom to jerk in pleasure.

“Oh fuck!” Ransom groaned out. “Do it again.”

You did it again and again and again. The sinful noise Ransom let out spurred you on. The way his body reacted to your touch made your pussy flutter. You never knew what desperation was until tonight. The moans Ransom would let slip out made you desperate for his dick.

“Kitten, I’m so close.”

You went faster and ignored the cramping in your hand. Instead of continuing licking his tip, you opened your mouth and sucked on it. The sudden feeling of your mouth made Ransom cum almost instantly. You pulled back and watched as his cock oozed with cum and hit your chest. You watched, amazed how his cock would bounce with every spurt of cum. By the time he finished, your chest was glistening with his cum.

“That was…fuckingamazing,” he slurred, drunk off of pure pleasure. Ransom grabbed his phone and took a picture of your swollen lips and cum covered chest. “I’m going to treasure this forever.”

“Ransom! Delete that!” you scolded him.

“Yeah right, next time I have to record you,” he said, “you know to make sure you’re making progress.”

“I’m not letting you record me,” you replied.

“It’s not about what you want Kitten, it’s about what daddy wants. What daddy wants he gets,” he said in a low tone. “Let's get you cleaned up before Andy comes home and sees his fiance covered in-”

“Alright!” you cut him off, making Ransom laugh.

The next day you woke up alone in your bed. Andy had to leave early for work like usual and he left a card on your side of the nightstand. It was a simple card saying how much he loved you. You thought something was better than nothing, though you were still disappointed. You figured you would get ready anyways and spend the day doing something besides staying in the house.

You had chosen the perfect valentine’s day outfit picked weeks ago. Just because Andy wasn’t going to take you out like you had originally hoped for didn’t mean you weren't going to wear it.

“Don’t I look pretty this fine morning,” you said to yourself in the mirror, twirling around.

“Indeed you do,” Ransom whistled.

“When did you come in?” you asked Ransom, looking at him in the mirror.

“5 minutes ago,” he replied, “you know you take forever to get ready.”

“I’m so sorry Ran,” you sarcastically apologized, “I guess I just like to take forever knowing you were going to pick me up in my bedroom.”

Ransom playfully rolled his eyes. “Something is wrong with the t.v and I don’t know how to fix it and yes I did unplug it and plug it back in.”

“You can be such a grandpa sometimes,” you joked as you walked out of the room.

“What’s wrong with the…” your voice faltered as you saw the array of different colored roses in the living room.

“Happy Valentine's day Kitten,” Ransom said.

“Did you do this?” you asked him with a smile on your face.

“Of course I did,” he said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. He walked past you and grabbed a certain bouquet of pink roses, “read the card.”

You grabbed the card from the banquet and opened it. “Happy Valentine’s day Kitten, you’re my favorite girl in the world,” you recited, “p.s thank you for sucking my dick–Ran!”

Ransom roared in laughter, “you should’ve seen the flower boy’s face when he was writing it!”

“You can be so dirty sometimes.”

“Yeah but you secretly love it,” Ransom shrugged. “We should get going though.”

“What for?” you questioned.

“We’ll be late to brunch and quite frankly I would like to spend as much time as I can with you today before Andy whisks you away.”

“Andy won’t be back until 6,” you reminded him.

“Thank god!” Ransom cheered, pulling you into his arms. “That means we’ll finally be able to go to the mall and get you the necklace I’ve been telling you about.”

“Ransom I don’t–”

Ransom shut you up with a searing kiss that left you breathless. “I said I’m getting you the necklace. Now let's go before we’re really late.”

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Shenanigans Part 10

Part 10/ Bakugou Katsuki and the case of the fortune teller

Warnings: Swear words. That’s it.

Summary: Best Jeanist wants to go to a fortune teller. Bakugou hates the idea.

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Mr. Katsuki wakes up in a hospital.

It’s loud and cold and it smells like shit.

Mr. Katsuki wants to go back to sleep.

“Katsuki!” Kirishima’s loud and annoying voice comes through the haze in his brain, giving him a new kind of headache. “Are you okay?!”

“I was okay until you started yapping.” The blonde mumbles, definitely not ready for this shit yet.

First of all, he was absolutely manhandled by the Menace.

Second of all, he kinda liked being manhandled by the Menace.

He’s not sure which statement is worse. He really hopes these are only the side effects of his concussion, even though he wasn’t concussed when he first thought about them. Fuck.

“Thank god.” Shitty Hair sighs and looks at him with the look Katsuki hates the most; the look of pity. “Don’t fret too much, she was unfair. I can’t believe she…” Kirishima couldn’t finish the sentence as Bakugou’s palm crackled under the covers, leaving an unpleasant burning smell behind.

“What the fuck, Shitty hair!” The blonde screams. “She won fair and square. She distracted me and it worked. Yes, I fucking hate to lose but I know defeat when I see one.”

Even Katsuki can’t believe he just said these words. Maybe he does need to sleep a bit longer. A few hours maybe. Or a few weeks. Or he will just hibernate until the menace dies of old age so he never has to face his stupid shitty feelings.

“I’m really not sure if I should be proud of you for saying this or be concerned that you might have been brain washed by Y/N.”

“That’s it!” Comes the excited voice of Dynamight, his eyes sparkling with joy like he’s not in a hospital room after being beaten up by a girl half his size. “She brainwashed me! That’s why I feel all these weird things, like my heart can’t stop beating when I think of her stupid, flushed face looking down at me…”

“Well thank fuck it doesn’t, you would be dead, bruh.” Comments the redhead but his response remains unheard.

“And the way I don’t even feel bad for losing because she earned my respect! Yeah, fuck that, I was just brain washed!”

Kirishima’s best friend looks absolutely insane right now; his hair is tousled from the hospital pillow, his face is pale and there are massive bags under his eyes and a few bruises around his chin. He looks like the conspiracy theorist from that old meme. It’s hilarious and disturbing at the same time.

“… just… sleep a bit more, will ya? I think you are still not completely yourself.” Kirishima mumbles and leaves the room quicker than he does a burning building.

What the fuck did he just listen to?!

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You really considered resigning at this point.

You made all the possible mistakes; you kicked your boss in the balls, you flirted with him in front of the whole office and made it absolutely obvious that you secretly have the hots for him and you also talked back to your other boss who only wanted to reprimand you for being an absolute ass.

You brought in a small box to put your stuff in, just in case you get fired today because fuck, you definitely will be.

Hm. You might as well start packing.

You start to put your knick knacks into your small little box one by one. You are so zoned out you don’t even realize when the door opens up with a loud bang.

“What the fuck are you doing, shithead?!” You can’t help but look up at the voice; you were absolutely sure you’ll never hear it again after what you’ve done.

“Mr. Dynamight, I’m…”

What the fuck are you supposed to say now?!

Hey, no need to fire me I’m on my way out anyway. Oh, also, here’s my number, call me, maybe? No? No worries, love you, bye.

“I don’t fucking care anyway, just stop it and get your jacket, we are going out with the stringy hoe.” The blonde says nonchalantly, like the last 2 days didn’t happen at all. Okay, now you are even more confused.

“Uhm, yes, I’m coming, yeah, no worries, really, I wasn’t about to resign anyway. Absolutely not.” You mumble with a red face and grab your jacket without asking more questions; if this is his way to lure you out of the building and kill you, so be it. It’s still better than being alone with him in the office.

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Best Jeanist is a really weird person. He loves people and he cares about them, but at the same time; thanks to all the shit he has been through; he doesn’t really know what’s appropriate and what’s not. Shortly; he can’t read the room. At all. Like Shouto fucking bacon face Todoroki times 10. Hence why, a day after Mr. Katsuki gets his ass handed to him, his sexual frustration clear and obvious to everyone after the the shit they’ve pulled in the training room, Best Jeanist decides this is the right time to ask Katsuki, Kirishima and Menace out to a….

“…Trip to that famous fortune teller!” Best Jeanist finishes his sentence. There was probably something before that last part, but fuck if Katsuki knows, he was too busy thinking about… well… everything.

“The fuck?” Katsuki and the Menace barks into the awkward silence in unison.

So apparently there is this famous fortune teller in Japan who is able to tell your future with his quirk. Not the whole thing, but bits and pieces. Katsuki doesn’t really understand why is this such a big thing; he really doesn’t care about shit like that and he certainly doesn’t care about his sore knee at the age of 53 or about his 50 cats when he’s 70.

By the look on the Menace’s face, she’s going through the same thought process; they look at each other questioningly for a second before deciding to look away with a slight blush on their faces, like two fucking teenagers. They really need to get their shit together. They fought, Y/N won. End of the story. Nothing has changed, they still hate each other. They just had a moment in the middle of the battle. No biggie.

“Yeah, Mr. Jeanist, we can come with you!” Kirishima - as always - saves the day. Best Jeanist has a mischievous smirk on his face; Bakugou is not sure what makes the other blonde so excited about this, but at least he won’t be forced to talk to the menace today.

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People think Best Jeanist has nothing in his head but strings and clothing designs, but the truth is; he is a sucker for a good romance story.

Hence why he came up with the perfect plan to get his two favorite students together as soon as possible.

“So what’s the plan?” He asks Masato, the famous fortune teller, his hand holding out a thick envelope. The guy reaches out to take the envelope then looks inside; there is enough money to feed his 3 kids for at least a year. He has mouths to feed, so self-respect be damned.

“I’ll tell those two they are meant to be.” Mr. Masato smirks.

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This needs to be a scam.

The whole place just screams “fake”; the dark purple walls, the over-decorated tables, the massive amount of stones and crystals available for purchase at the counter, the crystal ball in front of the guy who looks like he’s cosplaying a magician from an MMO game; it’s so over the top it’s actually disgusting.

“Let’s get over with this, I have paperwork to finish.” The blonde mumbles, absolutely uninterested in this whole shenanigan.

Kirishima looks like a kid in a candy store; he’s all over the place, looking at every single crystal and right now he’s bothering the poor sales person with random questions about them. To be fair, he is absolutely adorable from afar, leaping around the room with an excited spark in his eyes. Kirishima is a precious little fuck.

“Kiri is so sweet, isn’t he? You just want to put him in your back pocket and keep him there to cuddle him when you’re lonely.”

Well, you didn’t want to say this out loud, but oh well. It’s out there now.

Apparently, this wasn’t the right thing to say as Dynamight’s palms sparked up and his eyes went even more red than usual.

“Oh yeah? Go and fuck him then, he’s single.” The blonde pouts angrily, stomping towards the confused fortune teller guy to sit down. Kirishima stares at you with a red face, like this is the first time someone complimented him in his sad life.

“Aww, you are so sweet when you pout, Mr.Katsuki!” You put your hands on your chest to dramatize your words. “I do have two back pockets, you can both take one, if you want!”

“I don’t share.” The blonde responds with a straight face and now it’s your time to blush like a teenager; did he just… flirt back?!

… or he might have the hots for Kirishima and he doesn’t want to share them.

What? It’s an option.

“I’m really confused by the relationship of you three.” The long forgotten Best Jeanist speaks up and sits down next to Katsuki.

“Well, you are at the right place to get answers for your questions!” The fortune teller guy speaks up and if you weren’t sure about this being a scam, now you are. He sounds like those guys in the TV advertisements, which is definitely a good thing when you work in the industry but it’s a little bit too much when you are only a fortune teller in a shitty tent.

“Let’s start with the blonde young man with the threatening aura!” The guy perks up, locking his eyes with Dynamight without an explanation. His eyes go blank and there are tiny pictures scrolling though his eyeballs, too small for a normal person to actually see. You cheekily start up your magnifying quirk to get a closer look at the pictures; there is one with you in it, kneeling in front of the crying Dynamight, cupping his cheek with teary eyes.

Okay, what the fuck?! That’s way to out of character for you two to actually happen.

There is another picture that makes you smile; Katsuki in his cute little glasses taking your hand in the middle of the city while rain pours all over you. He looks like the Katsuki from the other dimension, so he will probably find you in their own world, just how he promised.

Ahh, you miss that fucker so-so much. You really hope your other self will appreciate the boy the way you would appreciate him.

“No snooping, this is not your future! Well… technically.” The guy winks at you as he comes back to reality. “Mr. Bakugou Katsuki. You are a lucky little sod.” The guy smiles at the blonde. “I don’t want to go into too much details in case it changes the future, but… “ He sighs dramatically. “I can see you are a really strong and passionate person, kind of aggressive, hard to be around for a long amount of time.”

“No shit, Sherlock, everyone who owns a TV knows that.” The blonde scoffs, clearly unimpressed.

“That’s true. But would I know how much you seek comprehension and how much you secretly wonder if there will ever be a person romantically loving you for who you are?”

Well, one thing for sure, you are not going to question the guy’s abilities when it’s your turn, he clearly knows how to fight back.

“This is a fucking scam, I don’t think about any of those things! I’m absolutely fine by myself!” The blonde grumbles with his face all red, avoiding eye contact.

“Well, if you enjoy solitude, I have bad news for you; you won’t be alone for long.” The guy smiles and looks right at you as he winks again. You really want to tell him off for his bullshit, but you saw the pictures. If this is actually a scam then it’s a really good one at that, and you can’t help but respect his shenanigans.

For your surprise, Dynamight doesn’t scream at the guy again, instead he asks a question.

“So who’s the fucker who ruins my perfect life?” Katsuki almost whispers to the guy, who can’t help but smile at that.

“The one you’ve been constantly thinking about for the last two days.”

Katsuki grunts in response but doesn’t say anything else. The guy moves to the next person without a word while you wonder about the meaning of his reading; yes, you saw yourself in the pictures but non of them were romantic; you might have missed something, there might be someone else in Dynamight’s life. There is no way he is thinking about you so much, especially not after all the drama in the training room. He’s probably doing his best to forget those few hours so you can’t be the one the guy was talking about… right?

Kirishima is the next, the guy praises him for being the best friend and the best boyfriend the world has ever seen - Kirishima perks up from the sound of having a significant other in his future and he can’t stop smiling for the rest of the day. For Jeanist, his future isn’t as fluffy as the young one’s, the guy insist he needs to go on a vacation, but he gets some good news as well.

“Last one!” The guy moves to face you properly, and fuck, you are sooo not ready for this shit.

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“Last one!”

Oh. Katsuki zoned out for the entirety of Kirishima’s and Best Jeanist’s reading.

He has so much to think about; this whole reading sounded like the biggest scam until the guy laid him bare in front of his friends like a bitch. Katsuki didn’t lie when he said he’s happy being alone, but deep inside he always felt like there is something missing. The new feelings in his heart only made the void deeper; he can lie as much as he wants, but he absolutely loved the way his heart beat out of his chest from the sight of Y/N on the battle field. This doesn’t mean the Menace is the one though; she might have been at the right place at the right time to wake something up in Katsuki, sure, but it doesn’t mean she’s the one the guy was talking about.

“I will love you in every single universe.” Katsuki wakes up from his stupor to the future teller’s voice resonating in the small room. “I’m not sure what this means but it was a part of your reading and I really liked it.” He smiles at Y/N who’s red as a tomato. “You have quite a life story, miss Y/N. Or should I call you the Menace? As much as you insist hating that nickname your heart rate goes up every time you hear it, why is that, I wonder?” The guy does that fake chin touching/deep thinking face, and it’s extremely annoying. The menace doesn’t say a word, she’s clearly mortified. “You almost lost your life on the battle field…”

“That’s the past, not the future, you dimwit.” Katsuki interrupts.

“The past and the future are connected. I can see them both.” He responds, clearly tense from being interrupted in the middle of his reading. He takes a deep breath and continues. “…then you got dragged to another universe. You found something there you cherish, but let me tell you something; if you live in the past, you won’t see the bright future that’s ahead of you. Stop comparing those two and just look around; the path is clear and obvious, paved out for you to step on, yet you still stumble on the dirty, uneven grass.” He sighs again with his back hitting the back of his chair as an indication that the reading is done. “Also, there is a wedding in the future for all of you. Not yours, though. Someone else’s. But you’ll see when you get back to your office.”

A wedding? Another lie. There is no one around Bakugou who’s about to marry, this needs to be another bullshit.

“Thank you for your service, Mister!” Kirishima perks up and makes his way out of the building, skipping around like a lovesick fool. He clearly doesn’t care if it’s fake or not. He’s really easy to please.

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You were just about to leave the building when you felt a shoulder bumping into your own.

“Oii, fuckstick.” Bakugou speaks up, but instead of his usual fury, his voice is calm and subtle. You look up at the blonde; he is looking at you with hesitation in his eyes. “It was a good fight. Thanks… for doing that.” The blonde mumbles, his shoulders bumping into you again affectionately. “Can we stop being weird about it? It’s really annoying. I can’t fucking focus.”

Okay, what the hell is happening?! First the unintentional (or intentional?) flirting, now the shoulder touches and if that’s not enough to lose your shit, Bakugou just said the work “thanks”.

You died and this is your personal heaven. That needs to be it. This can’t be happening right now. If you need to look at his blushing face another second you’re going to propose.

If this is real life, then this needs to be temporary. Don’t get your hopes up. This is just a moment of weakness from the blonde. The sudden rising of your heart rate has nothing to do with your feelings, you probably just had way too much coffee in the morning.

“Yeah, it was really nice….” Oh fuck, those are not the right words! “I mean, it was a good fight. You are great. In fighting, I mean. Thanks. Yeah. Let’s do it again?” Jesus fuck, why did you say that?!

“You want a rematch?” The blonde laughs while he walks towards his car. “Yeah, I don’t mind pinning you to the floor again….” The blonde’s eyes open wide in a surprise when he realizes what he’d just said. His blush gets even deeper. It’s absolutely adorable. “I mean, I will definitely win next time. Yeah. I will clean the floor with your blood while using you as a mop…head. Yeah.” He stutters and opens the door for you to jump in. “Want a ride, Number One?”

“Y-yeah, Number Two.” You grin at the blonde as his face contorts into an angry frown.

“I hate you so much.”

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The ride was absolutely exhilarating. Katsuki drives like a badass and he also has a good taste in music; that didn’t stop you from making fun of his taste though. You were bickering the whole time like two dumb teenagers and thankfully, this cleared the air enough to get rid of all the tension between you two. Everything is back to normal, thank fuck.

As you make your way into your shared office you find 2 envelopes on Bakugou’s desk; one for him and one for you. It’s gold and sparkly and smells like a fancy perfume.

It’s a wedding invitation.

“Fuck, that bloke was right.” Bakugou’s surprised voice fills the room. “But wait, I thought Denki and Jirou broke up again a few weeks ago?” The blonde asks, confused by the whole situation. The wedding invitation clearly states their name, so…

“Well, apparently I give great love advice.” You answer proudly; Denki did message you a few weeks after your meet up to say thank you, so you are not lying.

“Yeah, you are that middle aged person who hooks everyone up but can’t get a bitch herself.” Dynamight fucking giggles, the area around his eyes wrinkle happily with every movement. Who is this person and what happened to Dynadick?!

“Bakugou, we are far from being middle aged!” You snicker, with a slight blush on your face. “And also, low blow!” You try your best to look offended. “You know what, it’s fine, I won’t be lonely, because you’ll be there with me, you forever alone dipshit.”

Was it always this easy to fuck around with him or is this just a special occasion?

Why is it so hot in here?

Oh lord, this is bad.

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“I had a really weird day.” Mr. Masato tells his assistant while he drinks his beer like it’s water. “So this guy gave me a shit load of money to lie to these two people about their future; to make it look like they belong together and shit.” The jug knocks on the table aggressively as he continues his rant. “So the two came in, they literally looked like they hated each other, so I started to feel really bad about this prank… but then I read them and… they were actually connected by fate. They can literally fuck up every single thing and they’ll end up with each other anyway. I’ve never seen a bond so unbreakable. So I got this shit load of money and I didn’t even have to lie. I feel like I won the lottery.”

The assistant stares at him like this is the first time he heard human speech then throws up on the floor. Just like that.

“Good talk.” Mr. Masato sighs and stares into the space with dead eyes.

Mr. Masato feels like this is a great time to finally retire.

-> Next Part

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rawliverandgoronspice · 8 months

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If Ganondorf was lying to anyone during that Wind Waker speech, he’d be lying to himself. The gerudo desert was indeed harsh, and Hyrule sucked during his time, but legit everything he did in Ocarina of Time is completely unjustifiable, except for the murder of the King of Hyrule. The man sat in luxury for 7 years with monsters surrounding the land, while his people remained in the desert. Yet at the end of the day, he believed that he had every right to do all of that.

Self-justification isn’t a trait that’s outright noticeable with Ganondorf, but Wind Waker puts it out in the open and shows that yes, the self proclaimed “King of Evil” truly believes he’s deserving of the world, and that his circumstances justify his crimes.

I feel like the fandom misses that while Ganondorf may not be this complex 5d villain, he still carries an interesting amount of traits like this

Hey, thanks for the ask!! I'm sorry, I haven't slept in over 24h and felt particularly rhapsodic today so uhhhh sorrryyyyy for being cringe about my little guyyyyyy (and the approximate use of English language that might ensue)

So yeah, I think there's absolutely a huge part of that, trying to make sense of the violently absurd situation he found himself in, a monster and one of the last people who remembers Hyrule and how it was destroyed, and rationalizing to himself why it is not meaningless.

I have to say, not to be uhhh a parody of myself, but I think it could be a little bit more complicated than that (all of it being interpretations of the text that I don't think canon entirely backs always, but my point is that it could be read out of it).

If Ganondorf wanted any meaningful chance to reshape his own reality, then there's no doing that without access to the Triforce. If he had wanted to go for the King's head and nothing else, he would have been stopped immediately by everybody who do have access to shards of the keys to the Sacred Realm (not to mention how trigger happy Zelda was about wishing ????? something to the Triforce about erasing him in some form). I don't think it would have been reasonable to aim for anything but the Triforce as a military goal --not to mention that his beef is half with Hyrule, and half with the Goddesses themselves for considering the gerudos beneath them in some form and for some reason (which becomes even more apparent and deranged in Wind Waker, as part of why he can't let go of Hyrule in my opinion is because their intervention was so violent he simply cannot wrap his head around it and, as usual, Will Not Be Defeated >:((( because he's that kind of bitter little shithead, which I uhhhh relate to a little too much maybe). And then, well. You can't exactly ask for the Triforce and be nice about it, right?

I'm not saying he wasn't gleefully horrible about it the entire time, but I can absolutely see a case of him being self-centered enough to see each of his actions as the necessary (or righteous/vengeful) next step to get closer to his goals, and one thing leads to the other, and after seven years of strife, well, the kingdom you wanted to rule is a pile of rubble, ash and misery you enforced at every step, and oops! You have alienated absolutely everyone who aren't your weird moms!

There's a ton of things to say about the many interpretations that could be made of his relationship to the gerudos so I won't over-expand on that, but, uhhhh yeah he probably used them, or at the very least ruled them with an iron fist to enforce his own power he believed unquestionnable (even if the goal was genuinely to do things for their sake, which in my opinion could still be argued --Hyrule is a big nightmare place during his reign, but the Valley is the only location basically untouched with arguably Kakariko after all).

To be honest, I think TP Ganondorf is more accursed with a sense of self-justification than WW Ganon, who has a surprising amount of clarity on his own motives (to restate my tags on a post I just reblogged: I don't think "I coveted this wind, I suppose" is particularly self-pitying, it's soberingly self-aware if anything). TP Ganon is the one who's obsessed with divine purpose and considering himself a weird take on the Chosen One.

But yeah, I think... To be completely honest, I sometimes feel like Ganondorf's potential (!!! not actual execution, very important to draw this distinction) is just kind of too large for the IP that birthed him? The full breadth of his complexity cannot be explored in a setting that demands he merely generates a simple conflict that doesn't seriously question the status quo while everything about him inherently begs for it (and I love Zelda and its simplicity and what it does, to be very clear!). Like, I know this is just me justifying my own investment to a degree, but... his relationship to the gerudo culture, his relationship to gender, to divinity, to fate, to self-definition, to absolute resistance grinded down to the point of absurdity (but at the same time, what else is there to do)... like all of this absolutely has potential to be large and epic and breathtaking, but. Nintendo needs to preserve the statut quo. And Ganondorf just cannot express all of these themes without having this simple world literally collapse around him.

This is what I find incredibly compelling about this dramatic disaster of a guy. And the very media that suggested all of these contradictions and inner conflicts (without necessarily understanding them at first I think) is now fighting tooth and nail against what it introduced, what he can embody and once questioned (in WW most potently) for the sake of Hyrule's moral balance, backpedalling into a state of simplicity that just never truly existed to that degree before --partially, in my opinion, because this conflict is scary to face heads on without taking significant artistic risks I am not confident we will ever see again, to be uhh less than optimistic.

So yeah! He isn't that complicated as the villain of the children video games for sure!! But. As a character, there's so much there, just sitting right under the surface.

#asks #ganondorf #wind waker #ww #oot #ocarina of time #gerudos #thanks for the ask!! I'm genuinely sorry for my lyrical whatever #he doesn't deserve any of this he's a shithead #but #I've been having a six months long existential crisis about everything awful and everything incredible about this character #(it's been dormant for years but it did hit like a truck all at once)#so I kind of splattered my thoughts everywhere sorryyyy #and I didn't even mention the hyrulean civil war #the sheikahs #the gerudo tradition #the influence of koume and kotake #etc etc etc #bitches be like “no I don't defend ganondorf's actions!!” and then write poetics about tragedy and ambiguity and legitimacy #and talk shit about the goddesses #anyway that's me I'm bitches welcome to my blog #(descant and everything I write is exactly about what I just expressed above)#(but less sleep deprived and more Story)#((I'm publishing the next chapter soon btw I just need to adjust it but it's a difficult one))

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phantoms-lair · 3 months

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Ranma's Precious Student finally has a problem he can punch!

Continuation of this

"This is for my kid!"

The yell was the only warning before pro-hero Slidin' Go was launched into the side of a building. The one who'd done the launching was a woman who looked right on the edge between middle aged and elderly, lines in her face and more gray than red in her hair. She'd seem almost harmless if she wasn't still lowering her leg from when she'd sent him flying with one kick.

Slidin' Go lifted himself out of the rubble, looking extremely confused as he pulled himself out. "Halt Villain." He said somewhat reflexively.

The woman snorted. "I'm less a villain than you are a hero - and that's saying something. What kind of hero tells a kid he deserves to be abused?"

Whispers began from the onlookers.

"I have said no such thing!" Slidin' Go protested.

"You didn't tell a small quirkless kid that he shouldn't make trouble by reporting the bully who was burning him because then the bully wouldn't become a hero and therefore it would be the victim's fault if he couldn't save people in the future? You know completely ignoring that someone who burns those weaker than him to 'show them their place' was ever going to be saving anyone."

Oh Fuck. Okay so he did say that. Time to deflect. "It was a quirkless kid. He was probably lying for attention." Everyone knew how worthless those without meta abilities were. Surely they would-

"Oh he was lying about the burns on his arms, on his clothes, the burns in the shapes of hands?" The old woman was having none of it and faster than he could even see closed the distance between them and lifted her knee with as much force as possible. More than enough to shatter the cup Slidin' Go wore for protection from just such an attack. He didn't even have the chance to fall to the ground again as the woman bent over, grabbed his ankles and threw him. There was a loud ripping sound as the lower half of his costume stayed in her hands and he went flying, landing face down with his underwear on display for all to see.

"This is a warning. If I EVER hear anything about you ignoring a child in danger again, so help me you will wish it was All Might showing up to hand you your ass because his punches will feel like butterfly kisses next to mine!" The woman turned on a dime and stomped away from the battered form of the once-popular hero.

"You could have killed him." A voice said from an alleyway Ranma passed by.

"Easily." Ranma snorted.

"And yet you didn't."

"Would have been counter productive."

"Taking fake scum like that off the streets would have been counterproductive?" The man in the blank-faced mask tilted his head.

"You're young." Ranma answered "Death creates sympathy. Even with the person was a shithead, you'll get at least a handful of people saying he deserved consequences, but not that." If people were willing to to put aside Happosai's crimes at his death, they'd forgive anything. "Then sympathy for the man becomes sympathy for his ideals. And before you know it, he's become a martyr, a rallying symbol for those with like ideologies. Martyrs are dangerous. Laughingstocks - " She gestured in the rough direction of a semiconscious pro in his underwear. "significantly less so. No one wants to be associated with a laughingstock."

"Interesting." the man scurried up the alley wall and to the roof. Ranma shrugged. Not his circus, not his monkeys.

Random woman beats the daylight out of Pro-Hero Slindin' Go. Police are looking for any information available. The woman has red and grey hair and presumable a physical enhancement quirk.

Pro-Hero Slidin' Go suspended pending investigation of Dereliction of Duty and Discrimanation

Tokoname Tatsuyuki, formerly the Hero known as Slidin' Go was arrested today for ties to a terrorist organization. Details uncovered during the investigation into discrimination charges reveal a shocking secret.

Derternet CEO Yotsubashi Rikiya Unmasked as Leader of New Meta Liberation Front

"Wow," Izuku whispered, scrolling through the headlines on his phone. "You stopped a whole evil organization."

"I'm going to be honest, I did not know about any of that. I just beat the shit out of him because of how he treated you." Ranma was looking at the other news reports and winced. "I don't mind being a meme, but I wish it wasn't 'Battle Granny'. I'm a Battle Grampa!"

"Shouldn't have done the fight in your other form then." Izuku teased.

Ranma flicked his forehead. I wasn't planning on it. I got hit with cold water right as I found the jerk and wasn't going to let him out of my sight just to change back. Trust me, you'll learn how unavoidable cold water is soon enough." Ranma cracked his knuckles. "But now it's time for training. Katas on the balance beam, ten reps birth form, ten reps cursed form, GO!"

Izuku laughed as he put his phone down and ran for the practice mats. All Might was still his favorite pro. But Ranma-Sensei would forever be his hero.

#Ranma 1/2 #BnHA #Yeah Ranma just wanted to punch Slidin' Go and was mildly surprised the unintended consequences were a positive #Aside from being known as Battle Granny #Will this chance encounter turn Stendahl from his path as the Hero Killer into the Hero Embarasser?#Time Will Tell #Ghost Writing

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the-boy-meets-evil · 11 months

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tell me how it got this way | ch. 6

pairing: jungkook x f.reader, hoseok x f.reader genre: fwb to lovers/friends to lovers, love triangle | non-idol!au, angst, smut, est. relationships rating: 18+, minors dni warnings: mentions of past issues (so brief), lots of kissing, explicit smut (seriously minors DNI), fingering (f. receiving), orgasm denial (f. receiving), unprotected vaginal sex (they've talked about it previously but don't do this), slight marking, begging, mentions of multiple orgasms, cream pie kinda, mention of oral sex (f. receiving), mention of shower sex, mention of bathroom sex, mingyu makes an appearance as the shithead roommate, i think that's it? word count: ~9.7k (idk what to say, it got away from me)

a/n: SHE IS FINALLY DONE! this is the fic that completely got away from me, ended up being much harder to finish than i imagined, and went some place completely different from the original idea. this was definitely not the ending i imagined, but sometimes you just have to go with what feels natural rather than forcing something that doesn't. i hope you enjoy it and sorry for the length.

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With a new day also comes the realization that you don’t get another pass. Today you don’t get to just tell people you don’t want to talk about the conversation with Hoseok and actually have them respect that. It’s time for you to start figuring out what it is that you feel and process your emotions. To use Jimin’s words, you need to start acting like an adult that’s published multiple books and earned a streaming deal. Which is kind of terrifying. All you want to do is pull the covers over your head and pretend the world doesn’t exist.

You’re seriously considering that when you roll over to your side and Jungkook isn’t there anymore. And your feelings about him being gone are complicated. The rational part of you knows that he has his own life, his own things to do, he doesn’t owe you his free time. But, it was really nice just to fall asleep cuddled up with him, no sex or talking, just comfort. It’s also a little gut-wrenching to think he might have left without a word. That’s no who you are, is it?

Then Jungkook walks back into the room, still in just his briefs, with a mug in each hand. You sit up with a smile and accept the cup when he hands it over to you. It smells amazing, which isn’t a surprise. This man is good at everything, including something as simple as making the perfect cup of coffee. Surprisingly, though, he never takes the credit. Just reminds you that it’s easy to make good coffee when you’ve got a full coffee bar in your apartment. And because Jungkook is a saint, he tells you that he’s ordered breakfast from your favorite place.

For all the time you and him spend together, it feels like it’s been ages since you had a day like this: both free from work or other plans, a full day just to be lazy together. You don’t even have to talk about it, you know you’re both on the same page when he asks if you have anything to do and says he doesn’t either. Seems really happy to be able to spend the day with you too.

Okay, so maybe you did sneak an extra day of not having to talk about your feelings after all. It’s not like you were going to answer text messages when you were with Jungkook and it wasn’t like he asked about it either. Which suited you just fine.

Today, though, you agree to go see Yoongi and Jimin. Without the special guest this time, because you really do want to figure out how you were feeling. And to do that, you really needed to take him out of the equation. As amazing as he is as a friend on top of everything else, this just isn’t fair. It’s not fair to ask for advice now. Besides, Jungkook has been at your place since two nights ago and Mingyu, his roommate, is getting whiny. Not that it’s unusual, but it does mean Jungkook should go home.

You suggest going to Yoongi and Jimin’s apartment since they’re both there, which annoys Jimin since he was excited to get out of the house. Even if it was only to come to your apartment. Your offer to bring coffee and pastries, anything he wants, which quiets him back down again. There’s also a strategy in it. Part of you isn’t entirely sure what your friends are going to say and going to their apartment gives you the chance to run, if you need to.

You don’t, thankfully.

Both listen intently as you relay your memories from the conversation the previous day. Jimin, as usual, interjects more than Yoongi does. He wants to know things about Hoseok’s body language, facial expressions, if he leaned in or fidgeted in his seat. And just as usual, Yoongi lets his boyfriend pepper you with questions throughout the story, only listening intently. It makes you a little nervous, though, because you know that he’s going to have something to say and you’re really not sure what it’s going to be.

“I think this is a good thing,” Yoongi finally says, even earns an eyebrow raise from Jimin.

“You do?” both you and Jimin ask together.

“I do,” Yoongi responds. “Even if you haven’t been talking about it, this fight with him and losing that friendship has been hanging over your head for the past 5 years.”

“He has a point,” Jimin agrees.

“I remember when we met, it couldn’t have been much after the fight, I’d say a year max,” Yoongi starts and you nod. “I didn’t know what happened except that there was this pain completely covering you.”

“Wow, thanks Yoon,” you say, sarcasm kicking in as a defense.

“Will you just…listen?” he asks. There’s something in his tone that makes you roll your lips together and nod. “You wore the pain like armor, still do sometimes, but wouldn’t it be nice to not have to anymore? Wouldn’t it be nice to be free?”

“Yeah, I mean of course it would,” you say, letting out a sigh in the process.

“You’ve got that chance,” Yoongi says. “Jimin and I can’t tell you what you feel…”

“Though I’m happy to offer opinions,” Jimin interjects, only to be silenced by a look from Yoongi.

“But you have a chance to get closure, real closure, and move forward from one of the worst things you went through,” Yoongi says. “So figure out what you feel and talk to them both.”

“Both?” The surprise is clear in your voice and on your face.

“Oh honey,” Jimin says almost like he’s pitying you. “Jungkook?”

“I’m not sure…” you start and Jimin is even quicker to cut you off.

“I don’t wanna hear about how it’s just casual or you’re not actually in a relationship because it’s bullshit,” Jimin says. Which catches you off guard, a bit, because he doesn’t usually swear like that in your direction.

“I know things have gotten deeper,” you concede.

“He was worried about you the other night, when we went out,” Jimin admits and you realize you never actually asked Jungkook about the text. “He texted me…”

“When did you get his number?” Yoongi asks and Jimin smiles.

“Aww is my Yoonie jealous?” Jimin taunts, earning nothing more than a huff in response.

“You know she’s my best friend, right?” Yoongi grumbles under his breath.

“Yes, my grumpy little cat, I know she’s your best friend. We exchanged numbers a while ago because I put him in touch with someone I knew about a job,” Jimin says and continues before either you or Yoongi can ask any questions about the vague answer. “Anyway, he texted me after he’d texted you a few times. Just wanted to make sure you were okay and nothing had gone wrong. I told him we were out and things were fine, but that I was sure you wouldn’t mind if he went over anyway.”

Not what you were expecting. Although you’re not sure what you really expected. The whole thing has been different than you were expecting.

“Since he has a key and we do not,” Jimin adds and you laugh.

“Yoongi does have a key,” you say and laugh harder when Jimin playfully smacks the older man.

“It’s for emergencies, Jiminie,” Yoongi reasons, unbothered.

“I’m gonna need my own key, then,” Jimin says.

“Anyway,” Yoongi adds, trying to reign in the chaos. “Yes, both. You deserve the chance to get closure with Hoseok and move forward. But Jungkook also deserves to know where exactly you and him stand.”

It’s a completely fair point, entirely understandable to lay it out like that. Only one problem. You really don’t have any idea about the answer. Despite admitting this, Yoongi stands firm that Jimin can’t help because you need to work it out on your own. Can’t even offer his thoughts or a little suggestion. Yoongi puts his foot firmly down. And he’s right, isn’t he? This isn’t something for them to figure out. This is your life and they’re your relationships. You can’t have someone else tell you how to feel.

You take the time that you haven’t given yourself to process. Time to sit alone with yourself and your thoughts, no distractions or outside opinions. It’s not as scary as you thought it would be. There’s a strange kind of comfort in it. Maybe that’s a sign you’ve grown. Not a lot, there’s no need to go crazy, but at least enough to examine where you are.

In the past, it might’ve taken you weeks, or even months, to process your feelings. Largely because you never actually stopped to process them. Now that you’re actually giving yourself the time and space, it’s only a couple of days. Well, it’s not that you think you’ve figured it all out. You just know Yoongi was right. You need to talk to Jungkook and you need some form of closure with Hoseok. Since you haven’t seen Jungkook in a few days, you figure inviting him over will at least get you moving.

The best thing about Jungkook, and there is a lot to pick from, is that he always goes with the flow that you set. He’s supportive and kind and caring without being overbearing. The problem with that, though, is you never really noticed when the roles changed. Never noticed how much more observant he became. Never noticed that you know him as well as yourself. Never noticed that you depend on him more than anyone.

He listens to everything you have to say, keeps his face carefully neutral while you relay the conversation you had days ago with Yoongi and Jimin. If he feels any kind of way about you processing without including him, he doesn’t show it. His face is thoughtful, at times, but you’re not entirely sure what he thinks. There’s something for a second when you say that you had to figure out what your feelings for Hoseok are. And it’s gone just as quickly.

“You know he’s the reason nothing has ever worked, right?” Jungkook asks and you look for some sign he’s upset or hurt.

“I’ve always said that. That him throwing our friendship aside has made it hard to trust people,” you respond automatically.

“That’s not what I meant.” His voice is soft and low.

You want to look down and avoid his eyes, but something keeps your eyes on his. Maybe it’s that you don’t know exactly what’s going to happen now that he’s said it aloud. Maybe it’s wondering if this is the last time you’re going to see that warm smile directed at you, the one that always makes you want to smile in return. You don’t know if everything is going to change.

You do know exactly what he means, though. You’ve known since Hoseok appeared back in your life. And maybe it’s not exactly what you expected. Hoseok’s sudden reappearance meant dealing with a lot of emotions and pain that were unclear 5 years ago. Emotions that are both clearer now and still not crystal clear. But struggling internally is very different than having this person you care so much for pointing it out. It scares you. Just how much has Jungkook realized?

“I don’t know what to say, Kookie,” you admit, finally looking down. You pull your lower lip between your teeth.

In a second, he’s closing the gap between you and tilting your head gently up to meet his eyes. He smiles softly, the same as always. “There’s nothing to say, I get it.”

“How long have you known?” You have no idea why this is the question you ask in your hushed tone, but it somehow seems important.

Jungkook is quiet for a moment, like he’s thinking about what to say because he’s not usually one to say much unless he has time to think it through. This is different though. He seems to want to answer. “I guess, well I think I knew there was something when we first started hanging out. I was sure at that gala you brought me to.”

“I’m so sorry,” you repeat and he’s shaking his head.

“We’ve always known what this was, you and me, and it’s always been great,” Jungkook says and you start to open your mouth. You’re not actually sure that he realizes what you want to say. “Don’t worry. You never hurt me. Just don’t fuck it up now, okay?”

“What?”

Jungkook smiles again and shakes his head. “Tell him. Tell him for real this time, before it’s too late for you to say something, before he disappears to give us a chance.”

“To give...us? I don’t…” You’re sputtering the words out, so confused with not only what Jungkook is saying, but with your emotions as well. Your head is a mess again and you’re not really sure what you’re supposed to say. This isn’t how this was supposed to go.

“I could see it on his face, the last time I saw him, he thinks I’m good for you,” Jungkook says.

“You are,” you say. “You know me so much better than I ever realized, so much better than I think either of us planned.”

“I know I am and I know I’m also the only one you’ve let stay around for this long. It’s just time for you to take a chance at getting what you want, even if you’re scared,” Jungkook says. Part of you really wants to disagree and doesn’t. Chicken.

“Can I ask you something I have no right to ask?” you ask. Jungkook arches his eyebrow at your question, clearly intrigued, but possibly deciding if it’s a good idea.

“Sure,” he says, curiosity winning over.

“Were you seeing anyone else? Like while we were doing...whatever this was?” you ask. The answer somehow feels important to you. So much so that you hold your breath.

“Casually dating, I think is the word,” Jungkook offers.

“You’re cute, but I think we both know we sucked at casual,” you say and Jungkook chuckles.

“Did we?” Jungkook asks.

“I mean, yeah? Jungkook, you literally show up at my apartment with coffee or breakfast when I’m hungover. You have a key, for fuck’s sake. I’ve asked you to come to events with me. You bring me to events with you. We hang out and do things without it being sexual at all,” you say and he looks like he’s about to say something. “Which I love, to be clear. I wouldn’t change anything about how we’ve been.”

“I wouldn’t change it either,” Jungkook says and is thoughtful again for a moment. “No, though, I wasn’t.”

“You weren’t?” Somehow this surprises you, even with how bad you were at casual.

“Nah, it was just you,” he says and you nod. “How about you?”

“Please, I always was clear I wasn’t seeing anyone else,” you say.

The conversation is just so casual, so easy. You know you should be able to think of another word to describe things with him, but you can’t. He’s such a steady presence in your life that you’re not really sure how to go forward with his advice, even though you know he’s right. It’s weird to think you might have a Jungkook-sized hole in your life soon. He’s made himself at home and you’re not really sure you’re ready to lose that safety net.

But it’s not fair to anyone. It’s not fair to Jungkook, even if he says that he’s really not looking to be in something serious with labels and expectations. In the back of your mind, you do know that the two of you have basically been in a relationship for months without calling it that. This conversation with Hoseok is just one that you need to have. You know that there were more than just friendly feelings simmering beneath everything that happened. Not everyone gets closure, but you can and you’re going to try.

You’re nervous. Like really nervous. Like the kind of nervous where your leg is jiggling almost uncontrollably and you react every time the door opens. Okay, maybe that’s because you had entirely too much caffeine in your system. This had been the compromise though. Overly caffeinated was fine, apparently having a drink (or four, who’s counting) was a bad idea. You were internally cursing at taking Jimin’s advice on doing this sober. What did he know anyway?

(Jimin is in a happy relationship, you remind yourself, with someone you never thought would settle into something as easily as he had with Jimin. Okay, so maybe Jimin knows something, but you’d rather die before admitting that because he’s smug enough already, thank you very much.)

So yeah, the caffeine isn’t helping the nerves. Knowing Hoseok is on his way and you’re going to tell him how you used to feel is worse, though. You know there’s a part of you that has feelings for him now. You know that’s why you fell into bed with him. This seems like something he should know, or should have known. Or maybe he does know and he just hasn’t said anything. Feels bad about Jungkook. Which you do too, honestly.

No, you need to stay focused and you’re cursing yourself that the only time you can ever be early seems to be when you’re meeting Hoseok. It’s giving you too much time to think and re-think. Maybe you should just get up, text Hoseok that you’re sorry but something came up with the series and you’d have to catch him another time. (Which, you then remind yourself, is a terrible idea because one of Hoseok’s dance students is in the series so he could definitely tell Hoseok nothing came up. Ugh.)

And then he walks in, just walks through the door like there isn’t anything to worry about and nothing is going to change. Which maybe nothing will change for either of you, that thought has been on your mind constantly. Jungkook seems sure that Hoseok has feelings for you and seems sure that you have some kind of feelings for him. Maybe he’s right.

Hoseok’s smile upon seeing you sitting there is instant and genuine, that warm smile that’s always felt like it was only for his favorite people. Once upon a time, you knew you’d meant the world to him. Now? You aren’t sure.

As soon as he had a coffee of his own, he joined you, sitting down looking suddenly apprehensive and something else you can’t place. “It’s good to see you.”

“Thanks for coming to see me,” you say, not sure exactly how to act.

“I wasn’t sure, after that whole thing about the TV series,” Hoseok says and you sigh.

You apologize for that, because you know it wasn’t ever a serious thought that Hoseok would do something like that. He isn’t underhanded or calculating. Sure, he hurt you all those years earlier, but getting close to you again just to help someone get a role in a TV show? No. That wasn’t Hoseok. You’re falling over yourself to make sure he understands just how sorry you are for it. In typical Hoseok fashion, he accepts it easily.

“It was really bad timing,” Hoseok admits, “running into you out like that, us being drunk, ending up back at my place.”

“That wasn’t exactly what I signed up for,” you say.

“No, I know, and then with Jungkook, I know you said it wasn’t serious. But, I see how you and him are together. He’s good for you,” Hoseok says, kind of rambling in an uncharacteristic way.

“Yeah, he has been really good for me,” you say. “I guess…this has all been confusing and I’m not really sure what the future is for him and me.”

He’s surprised, clearly. He was sincere in saying how you and Jungkook were good together. You think you see something else too and you’re not sure what it is. When did you get so bad at reading his emotions? There was a time you knew his face better than your own.

“What happened?” Hoseok asks. “I don’t ever remember seeing you like that with anyone, even if I have missed years of your life.”

That gets a sigh out of you. “Jungkook is different. He’s kind and patient, listens even when my mouth can’t keep up with my brain, which seems to be a lot. He supports my mood swings while I’m writing. He’s really good at calming me down when I want to throw my computer out the window and quit writing.”

“Which also probably happens a lot,” Hoseok jokes and you can’t completely fight a laugh.

“I’d like to say it’s better now, but it’s not,” you concede.

“So why aren’t you sure?” Hoseok asks.

“Why did you pop back up?” you ask. “Why now?”

Hoseok lets you answer his question with a question.

“I don’t know,” Hoseok says and thinks about it. “I knew I made a mistake, that I fucked up for what I said then. I think, eventually, she knew it too. I couldn’t get why she was so threatened by our friendship, she couldn’t get why I didn’t get it. I had all this regret and I didn’t know how to apologize.”

“I’m sorry for being a dickhead is usually a good place to start,” you offer, and Hoseok levels you with a look. “Sorry.”

“We finally broke up and I wanted to call you the minute she left. I just felt like that would feel off? Like ‘hey, we just broke up, you were right and I’m sorry’ just felt lame,” Hoseok says.

“I want to say it wouldn’t have been, but I also don’t think I would’ve been in the right headspace to hear it,” you acknowledge.

“I figured,” Hoseok sighs. “So I waited, and then you had a book drop and some time went by. I was getting ready to reach out, when I looked at your Instagram. The last two posts were a super heartfelt post about a friend of yours that you referred to as your best friend and then a picture with some really attractive guy looking at you like you were his whole world.”

You thought you remembered the timeframe and who you’d been dating. Seokmin had been wonderful and beautiful and cared deeply for you, a feeling you weren’t able to return completely.

“The post with Yoongi, who I had to fight to even get pictures with for the record, must’ve been hard for you to see,” you acknowledge and Hoseok looks puzzled. “The one gushing about him being my best friend?”

“Oh, sure, that was the harder of the two,” Hoseok says and for one of the first times in your life, you feel like he’s lying.

“Still, though, if it’s when I’m thinking, I dated that guy like over a year and a half ago,” you say. “And, to be fair, it wasn’t as serious as it probably looked.”

“I just, I don’t know, I missed you. I was at my sister’s with her and her husband and I just, I missed you,” Hoseok said.

“I saw pictures from her wedding, she looked stunning,” you say and then, almost without a thought, “and so did you. I mean, you looked really handsome.”

The tips of Hoseok’s ears flushed a bit, another something out of character for him.

“She was so upset. She thought I’d have patched it up with you by then and you’d have been there. She nearly told me not to come unless you were there too,” Hoseok says.

“I missed you too,” you say and sigh because you know you have to just say it.

“I’m surprised you thought about me at all,” Hoseok says quietly.

“Well I tried not to, it worked a lot. Not nearly as much as I’d have liked. But artists are supposed to suffer, right?” You laugh a little without any humor. “Look, I have to put my cards on the table,” Hoseok says. “All those years ago, the things I was saying. I realized later I had it backwards. I’d been in love with you since we slept together that summer. I just, I didn’t really know what to do with my emotions and you were so sure about pretending it hadn’t happened. I’m so sorry for everything that I said and for everything that it put you through. I know it doesn’t make up for it now and I can accept that. I fucked up. Plain and simple. And I’d be willing to spend however long I needed to showing you that I’m so sorry. That’s why the relationship finally ended, though, she realized I was still in love with you. It wasn’t just that I felt bad for what I said, which I still do, it was that I couldn’t help from bringing you up, especially when anyone talked about you as a writer. I was still in love with you and she felt like she couldn’t compete.”

“What?” you ask, unable to form other words.

“I’m so sorry to dump this on you now,” Hoseok says and you sigh.

“You weren’t alone and she wasn’t entirely wrong,” you say and his eyes lock on yours. “I did have feelings for you back then, super complicated feelings that I didn’t really know how to process. Or even what they were.”

“You’re talking in the past tense,” Hoseok comments and you bite your lower lip.

“I am, aren’t I?” you ask idly.

“I’m too late,” Hoseok realizes and you look away.

“Hobi, I do have feelings for you, that drunken night wouldn’t have happened if I didn’t,” you say and chuckle. “We’re way too old to act like drunkenly falling into bed is meaningless.”

“No, I agree there,” Hoseok says. “But?”

“I think I just walked away from someone I shouldn’t have so we could have this conversation,” you say.

“I think you did too,” Hoseok admits after a moment and you can see how hard it is on him.

“You don’t get it though,” you say and shake your head. “It was never serious with Jungkook. Never something we labeled. He let me walk away to come talk to you. He encouraged it. He doesn’t want more with me.”

“Of course he did,” Hoseok chuckles. “What was he supposed to do?”

“Ask me to stay?” you ask and Hoseok looks amused.

“You don’t see the way he looks at you, at least the way he did at that Gala. It took me a long time to approach you because of it. I was already there when you and him walked in,” Hoseok says, which really catches you off guard. You’d assumed he was a late arrival or at least that he hadn’t seen you yet. “You were sighing and I could just imagine you talking about how much you didn’t want to be there, but his eyes just stayed on you. So fond. And then there’s the way he apparently looks at you when he shows up to the set.”

“How do you…?” you ask and then realize. “Chan, of course.”

“He didn’t know what he was doing, just mentioned a guy with tattoos that seemed crazy about you showing up pretty often,” Hoseok says. “Chan’s so obsessed with your work and so happy about the project. He was all starstruck talking about the guy that looked at you like you hung the moon while you were just drinking your coffee.”

“Yeah, well, I need my caffeine,” you say. What else are you supposed to say? Your brain wants to process it all and wants to believe it. It’s just, it goes against everything you thought you knew.

“We were too late and that’s something I have to live with. And maybe it’s for the best, we’re not 22 anymore,” he says. “But you don’t have to be too late for this.”

“I’m so sorry, but I have to go,” you say and rush out of the coffee shop.

Even though you spend a lot of time at your apartment, you still spend some time at Jungkook’s apartment too. The downside is just that he lives with a roommate. Not a downside really, because his roommate is great, it’s just that sometimes he complains about how single he feels around you and Jungkook. Which you didn’t really understand until now. It’s like now you can see exactly how you’ve been the entire time. You’re not sure how you missed it.

And it’s Mingyu that answers the door. You forgot that he’s like 7 feet tall as you’re looking up at him in the doorway. He looks confused for a second before he’s leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed.

“Long time, no see,” he says casually.

“I know, is Jungkook here?” you ask and he shakes his head.

“I thought you’d be with your new boyfriend,” Mingyu says and you frown at him. Frown because he didn’t answer your question. It doesn’t even occur to you that he wouldn’t know about Hoseok unless Jungkook was talking about it.

“Please, Mingyu, is he here?” you ask again.

Mingyu sighs and steps aside so that you can come in. “He’s not, but you can wait.”

“Do you know when he’s gonna be back?” you ask.

Mingyu opens his mouth, probably to say something sarcastic, and then stops himself. Which is weird. Weirder still, his face softens.

“I really wanna fuck with you, but I’m hoping that it’s a good thing that you’re here,” he says. “He legit just went around the corner to get coffee so he should be back really soon.”

“Thank you,” you say. And you mean it.

“Can I say something?” he asks, seems to be fighting with himself.

“You’ve never hesitated before,” you answer. Which is true, you don’t know Mingyu that well, but Jungkook’s roommate has never been shy around you.

“You mean a lot to him,” Mingyu says. “I know he’ll never come out and say it like that and he’d probably kill me for telling you, but you do. I don’t think there’s anything he wouldn’t do for you. I’ve known him for years and he’s never been like this about anyone.”

“Yeah, I think I’m realizing that,” you say, earning a smile from Mingyu.

“Just give him a shot,” Mingyu says.

He’s about to say something else when you both hear a key in the lock, both turn to look at the door when the handle turns, both watch to see the reaction of the man walking in.

“Gyu, I got you a coffee too even though you’re a complete…oh!” Jungkook says, catching sight of you in his living room. “What are you doing here?”

“Sorry, it’s just…well, I,” you start, tumbling over your words and miss Mingyu shaking his head.

“No, sorry, that came out wrong. I’m happy you’re here, I just figured you’d be with Hoseok,” Jungkook says and his face crinkles. “Don’t tell me that idiot turned you down.”

“Thanks for the coffee,” Mingyu interrupts. “I’m gonna head out, actually.”

“I thought we were…” Jungkook starts, adorably confused.

Mingyu only claps him on the shoulder. “Another time, trust me.”

“Can we sit?” you ask and Jungkook looks unsure but he nods.

“I’m sorry I didn’t get coffee for you too, I didn’t realize,” Jungkook starts.

“No, it’s fine, I definitely don’t need more caffeine,” you say.

He laughs, “well that’s a first.”

You take a deep breath and try not to watch the range of emotions on Jungkook’s face because you’re scared you’ll lose your nerve.

“I’m sorry,” you say quietly to your hands.

“For what? Did he turn you down?” Jungkook asks. You can hear the protective side of him coming out.

You ignore the second question. “For everything that’s happened since that Gala I dragged you to. All the times you’ve had to pick up the pieces, all the times you’ve had to comfort me, all the advice you’ve had to give about another guy.”

“Oh,” Jungkook says softly. “Well, that’s okay.”

That makes you look up. “No, it’s not. You don’t deserve that. You don’t ever deserve to think that you’re anything less than amazing. I know I’ve made you feel like a second choice, like a back-up plan, you’re not.”

“Hey, life is complicated, right? I’m a big boy, I knew what I was getting into,” Jungkook assures you.

“Still though,” you say.

“What happened with…him?” Jungkook asks. It’s the first time his careful mask has slipped and it gives you hope. Hope you’re not sure you have a right to feel.

“He told me he did have feelings for me, both back then and now,” you say.

Jungkook, usually so composed with you, lets some of his frustration come through his next words. “So what are you doing here?”

It’s harsher than he usually speaks to you and you know you completely deserve it. You need to actually get the words out and let him make a decision for himself for once, without putting you first.

“I realized that it wasn’t him that I wanted,” you offer, so quietly that you’re scared he won’t hear. But he does, of course he does.

“I don’t…” Jungkook begins.

“I think my feelings towards him have always been complicated, tied up in how he was the first real friend I’d ever had. There’s a part of me that did feel some kind of love for him and definitely some kind of physical connection to him,” you say and pause. You need to take a breath to keep going. To steady your nerves. “It wasn’t until I was sitting across from him that I realized, I’m not 22 anymore. Maybe it would’ve been right then, maybe it wouldn’t. But it isn’t right now and I don’t wanna be chasing something from years ago. Love doesn’t have to be that complicated.”

“I…no, it doesn’t have to be complicated,” he agrees.

“So he realized he was too late and I realized it wasn’t him I should be talking to,” you say and look up into Jungkook’s soft brown eyes. You’re not even sure he’s breathing with how intently he’s watching you. And hopeful, so hopeful. “It’s you that I want, Jungkook, if I haven’t fucked this up so bad that you can’t…”

You don’t get to finish your words before his lips crash against yours. And the feeling is warm and comfortable and electric all at once. It’s right in a way nothing else has been before. He just fits together with you like it was always supposed to be this way.

“I’m so sorry, Jungkook,” you say between kisses. “I am so insanely sorry for everything I’ve put you through.”

“It’s okay,” he assures you, not wanting to break apart.

You have to pull away though, his face between your hands. “It’s not and I want you to know that you’re my first choice. This, right here with you, is all I need.”

“I know,” he says. “And fuck, I’m so happy you’re here. I know we have a lot to figure out but can we just…can we do it tomorrow? I just want today with you.”

How can you deny him that? After everything that’s happened between the two of you, you really do feel like this is the least you can do. He’s also far more perceptive than you’ve given him credit for, so maybe it’s okay to just follow his lead this time.

Kissing Jungkook now feels…different. Not bad, just new somehow. Which is kind of crazy because you’ve kissed him thousands of times over the months you’ve been together. There’s just something about your brain and your heart finally seeming to be on the same page that makes everything feel more. More feelings, more happiness, more excitement. You didn’t think that kissing someone could get any better. It has, though, and you’re not sure you’re going to be able to catch your breath if you keep going.

Another amazing thing about someone who knows you as well as Jungkook is that you don’t always need words. When he stands and grabs your hand, you follow him into his bedroom without even questioning it. You watch, eyes probably full of some nauseating level of affection, as he sits on the edge of the bed and reaches out for you. There’s an equal amount of affection as you let him pull you in and settle on his lap, one knee on either side of him pressing into the mattress.

There’s never really been a rush with Jungkook, at least not since the first few times. Yeah, there have been plenty of rushed times, but just as many slow. This is somehow different, just like the kiss. And that makes sense, doesn’t it? Because you have all the time in the world. All the time to be together and figure each other out even more. Jungkook may have the edge there.

His hands are firm on your hips, keeping you anchored in place, stopping you from rolling your hips against his for the friction you crave. The control is a stark contrast from the softness of his lips moving in time with yours and it’s making you a little dizzy. You really thought you knew this man inside and out, yet here he is surprising you again.

Even more dizzying is the realization that you’re in so much deeper than you ever thought. It’s more than just caring about him, even though you do, probably more than you’ve ever really cared about a partner. It’s this inescapable feeling of being safe and on the edge at the same time. Knowing that if you fall, he’s going to catch you. It’s so glaringly obvious that you see why your friends were so insistent that you include him in the equation.

Just when you think you might explode, Jungkook pulls apart from you and studies your face. His fingers graze along the skin at your waist, playing with the hem of your shirt. You nod and lift your hands up as he grips the hem to pull it over your head. His fingers are so light across your skin when he unclasps your bra and slides the straps away.

Gentle. He’s so gentle. Like he’s telling you that it’s okay, that you’re exactly where you’re supposed to be. Like he’s not sure this is real. It is, though. As his lips move down your neck, you can’t help the sigh that escapes your lips. The trails his kisses down to your breast, slow and deliberate. The way his warm breath meets your skin makes you suck in a breath.

He’s always been generous, always wanted to be exactly what you wanted, but this feels like even more than that. It feels like a side of him you should’ve known and yet didn’t quite. It feels like a last little bit of him that had been tucked away, just waiting. And that’s kind of exciting, to think that someone you thought you already knew completely can still surprise you like this. It makes all those hangups you thought you had about relationships seem insignificant.

And he’s getting a side of you that is a little different, too. There’s something about him that makes you needy, but it’s never been like this. All you want is more of him, more of everything he’s doing. You try to take advantage when he’s not anchoring you quite so steadily, roll your hips against his. While you’re rewarded with a low groan, he also puts a hand firmly back on your hip to keep you from doing it again.

“Please Jungkookie,” you whine, finally relenting. You will absolutely beg if it gets you what you want.

His eyes study you, so full of affection that you might combust. You don’t even realize he’s slid his hands under your ass until he’s standing up and you gasp. It’s just for a moment, though, so he can lay you back onto his bed. Almost immediately, you go to remove your pants and his hands are on yours, stopping you before you even get to the button. The next second, he’s pinning you down, one hand holding both of yours above your head, the other swiftly undoing your pants. If this is the way you go, a squirming mess beneath this beautiful man, it all might be worth it, honestly.

Jungkook pulls himself back off of you so he can pull your pants down, taking your underwear along with them. Even though you’ve seen him get undressed more times than you can count, you still find yourself watching as he removes his own clothes. Eyes taking in the recently added color of his tattoos, the lines of his body, the way his muscles contract as he moves.

He’s back almost on top of you, slightly offset so he doesn’t put too much weight on you, but it’s still a surprise to you when he starts kissing you again. You need something more, some sort of relief before you go insane. And you’re just about to beg for it when one of his fingers slides along your folds. So this is the game he’s playing, teasing you with just his fingers and making your back arch in response. You want to protest, want to tell him there’s plenty of time to go slow, but you just need now. With his lips so insistent on yours, though, that’s hard.

Thankfully, Jungkook isn’t cruel. After running his finger along your entrance, collecting some of the wetness there, he slides a single finger inside you. It’s so slow, painfully slow, but it’s something. It’s a start to the relief that you need. Okay, maybe he is a little cruel. His finger slides in as slowly as his kisses, which are all languid motions. Any part of you that wants to fight back sinks into the mattress as he licks into your mouth.

It’s honestly the most relaxed you’ve ever felt with someone like this. There’s a part of your brain that fights against that feeling for a second before you realize that it’s been there all along. This feeling of complete comfort and safety. You were just too caught up in the idea that it wasn’t that serious to realize Jungkook had made a home in your heart. Too caught up in your past bullshit to realize this person had carefully broken through every defense without you realizing it.

But, unfortunately, Jungkook is still kind of a shit. Through your moaning, he picks up the pace, something you immediately encourage. A chorus of nonsense mixed together with your appreciation. He had two fingers inside you and his thumb on your clit. All you feel is that you’re close, so close.

Until he stops. Just completely stills himself when you’re on the precipice. Ready to come on his fingers and body still wound tight.

“Not yet babe,” he says, eyes alight.

“I was so close,” you whine.

“I know,” he says, just confirming what a demon he is. He captures your next protest with a kiss and you tangle your hand in his hair without thinking. Anchor him to you. Take back some small, tiny bit of control.

It’s all too fast when he pulls away again and you recognize he’s looking for a condom. So you just tell him not to bother. You mostly haven’t been using one lately because you’re protected and you know both of you are clean. It’s something you’ve both talked about more than once.

And thank fucking god he seems like he’s on the same page as you again because he doesn’t question it. Just abandons his search and presses his lips to yours again. You arch your back into him, chase his lips with your own. It should be embarrassing, the way you just need, except that it’s Jungkook and it’s not. It’s just…natural. The most natural thing in the world.

He does successfully pull away from your lips again, sparing a low, quiet chuckle for the way you immediately pout your lips at him. But then he’s lining himself up at your entrance, using just a little bit of lube along his shaft, and pressing the tip into you. Just like everything else, it’s slow. So slow as he pushes into you, buries his length inside of you and lets you adjust to him. Wants you to feel comfortable. But you’re always comfortable with him.

The second that you try to move against him, Jungkook presses a hand to your hip, pins you down to the bed. There’s none of the usual wide-eyed wonder in his eyes when they lock onto yours, silently telling you that you need to stay in place. Be good. Somehow it makes you want to squirm even more. Instead you focus on the way the muscles in Jungkook’s arm that’s holding you down contract, focus on the furrow of his brow, focus on the lines of his chest.

You tentatively wrap your legs around him, wanting to change his angle and he moves his hand from your hip to balance himself over you. Somehow, even though this is not your preferred position, it feels…different, intimate in a way that usually scares you. You’re not scared, though. You’re only happy. Jungkook finally starts moving, too slow like everything else but at least it’s something.

Without warning, he pulls almost all the way out and snaps back into you hard, a perfect contrast to the previous thrusts. He must anticipate your reaction, too, since he leans down to kiss you, capturing all your pleasure. So you do the only thing you can think of and drag your nails down Jungkook’s arms. Part of you hopes you’re leaving a mark so that everyone will know he’s yours. Wholly and completely.

“Fuck,” Jungkook hisses.

“Do you like that?” you ask with all the innocence that you can muster.

“Don’t play games with me,” is the only answer you get.

“Then please, Jungkook,” you beg and he slows, still moving but focusing on your words instead.

“Please what?” he questions.

“Please just fuck me,” you supply immediately. “We’ve got the rest of forever for slow, just fuck me. Show me that I’m yours.”

It’s what he’s been waiting for. That last little thing he needs to hear. There’s a split second where he looks at you full of that same love and affection you’re sure was on your face earlier before he switches back to pure want and lust. And fuck this is what you need. What you want. The only thing in the world for you.

Jungkook picks up his pace, thrusting hard into you as you grip yourself as tightly to him as you can. Arch into him to change the angle, tighten your thighs around his hips. Before you can move a hand to your clit, he’s there. His finger along with the speed of his thrusts has you back on the edge. Your entire body is hyper aware from the earlier orgasm denial. He knows it, too.

“Come on baby, I want you to come for me,” Jungkook urges.

“I’m so close, oh my god,” you say through a moan. “Yes, oh my god, Jungkook, yes!”

“I wanna see you come undone,” he says, breaths getting ragged. “Fuck I’m close too.”

“Come for me then,” you whine.

“You first,” Jungkook says and thrusts even faster.

A few more thrusts and you’re cumming harder than you can remember in a while. Nothing coherent leaving your lips. Jungkook is just a few seconds behind you and you meet his thrusts through his own high. When he stills, he carefully drops himself down, half laying on you without putting his full weight on you either. Almost absentmindedly, you run your fingers up and down his arm, tracing the lines of your favorite tattoos, watching the way his body moves with each breath.

Jungkook looks up at you and he’s the same man that you fell in love with without realizing it. Except now you can accept it for what it is. You see the love and care in his eyes when he looks at you, the same look everyone else has seen the whole time. It almost makes you shy. He leans up to plant the softest kiss of them all on your lips before he pulls out, the mix of both of your cum spilling out in the process.

“We need to get cleaned up,” Jungkook chuckles. You can’t help but laugh along with him.

“Yeah, probably need a shower,” you agree.

“Let me check if the coast is clear,” Jungkook says and gets out of bed to pull on some boxers. He disappears out the door and you hear him out in the living room before he’s appearing back in the doorway. He’s got a smirk when you look over at him.

“Busted?” you ask.

“Better, he says he won’t be back until after dinner at least,” Jungkook says.

“Okay, sometimes he’s not the worst,” you admit.

“So shower?” Jungkook asks hopefully.

“Jungkook, I am not fucking you in the shower, do you remember that one time we tried?” you ask and he’s all smiles.

“Can you blame me for trying?” he asks. You’re so hopelessly endeared that it’s actually a little sickening. You’re also about to answer when he hops back into bed nearly on top of you.

“Jungkook, we have to clean up,” you say through a laugh.

“I don’t care, I’m just happy,” he says.

And that’s just it, isn’t it? That one word perfectly sums up how you’re feeling, too. This, with him, is what happy feels like. The lightness in your chest is only further confirmation.

You shoot down shower sex again, suggesting that maybe you should just shower separately to avoid anything awkward. But that doesn’t stop the two of you rolling to the other side of the bed to continue kissing each other. Doesn’t stop the kisses getting deeper. Doesn’t stop Jungkook kissing down your body until he gets between your thighs. Doesn’t stop him from going down on you and making you come hard on his tongue.

It’s probably good, you think as you’re heading off to actually shower, that Jungkook sends his roommate a text that he may not want to rush back. It should be embarrassing how quickly Mingyu says he’ll just be home in the morning. Or that he knows exactly what’s happening. All you can think about, though, is the overwhelming feelings for this man.

(Well, you try to shower and remind Jungkook that shower sex was a disaster. But with his roommate gone, that doesn’t stop him from bending you over the counter and fucking you. It also shouldn’t be hot but you love the way you can watch him in the mirror. In almost know time he’s pulling yet another orgasm out of you and you’re not even sure if you can stand in the shower.)

There’s a loud knock on the bedroom door seconds before a louder voice carries through it. “This is your 30-second warning, I hope you’re dressed.”

He doesn’t even give you that amount of time before he’s opening the door. And it’s fine, because you have one of Jungkook’s t-shirts on and he’s got boxers on. So you’re at least partially dressed.

“Oh, you are dressed, that’s so boring,” Mingyu whines, throws in a pout for good measure.

“Don’t be weird,” Jungkook says.

“Pot, meet kettle,” Mingyu starts but has to dodge the pillow Jungkook throws.

“Out,” Jungkook says.

“Is that any way to talk to someone who’s making breakfast?” Mingyu chides.

“Oooh you cooked?” you ask.

“You never get that excited when I offer to cook,” Jungkook whines.

“Out of the honeymoon phase already?” Mingyu asks and pretends to grimace.

“Babe, you don’t know how to cook and you won’t let him teach you,” you respond.

“Yes, I am cooking, we’re celebrating,” Mingyu says.

“Celebrating what?” Jungkook asks.

“Someone finally getting her head out of her ass and realizing how amazing my roommate is,” Mingyu says and is out the door before you can hit him with a pillow.

“Breakfast does sound good,” Jungkook says, a little shy.

“Okay, but then can we talk afterward?” you ask.

He nods.

Breakfast is good, but it comes with a side of The Talk from Mingyu before you even get to eat. Jungkook wanted to shower quickly before eating, and that’s fine. You’ve been alone with Mingyu before when you’ve been over at their apartment. He tries to make it a serious talk, telling you that he’ll come after you if you ever hurt Jungkook. It’s just, well it’s a little hard to take him completely seriously with his threats when he’s like the personification of a golden retriever. You do mean it, though, when you say you’re in this for real, that you care deeply about Jungkook. That you know it’s been hell for the last while and you’re so sorry it took you this long to see what was there all along.

After breakfast, some of the best waffles you’ve ever had, Mingyu leaves to go see a friend of his. And you all know it’s at least in part to give you and Jungkook time to talk. Still, you appreciate that he’s giving you the space you need to sort this all out.

“I don’t wanna pop this little bubble, but I think we have to talk about us,” you say when you and Jungkook are settled on the couch.

“I’m not sure how much there is to talk about?” Jungkook admits.

“Well, for starters, I need to know if you can actually forgive me,” you say. Jungkook opens his mouth, but you’re quick to continue, “and please really think about that, Jungkook.”

“I mean it when I say that it was mostly fine. I knew what I was getting into almost from the beginning. It was obvious you had some shit to sort through,” Jungkook says after a moment. “And I felt like you were always honest with me about everything.”

“And the times it wasn’t fine?” you prompt.

Jungkook takes a deep breath. “Yeah, those times kinda sucked. Like when you came home drunk that night after you talked to him and you called him Hobi.”

“I was so happy to see you, I don’t even remember calling him that,” you say.

“I knew it didn’t mean anything, I assumed it was just a slip, but it hurt my heart for a minute thinking you were just going to fall back into step with him,” Jungkook says.

“I can see that,” you acknowledge. “What about when I told you that I was going to go talk to him about whatever the feelings were?”

“I was, well I don’t know, I wasn’t really sure. I really wanted to be there for you because you’re such an amazing person and I do want the best for you,” he says and you find yourself studying his face. Finding more expressions there than you’re used to seeing.

“You just wanted to be the best for me,” you finish and he nods.

“I know I should’ve just told you how I felt and asked you to stay. But, I don’t know, there was this part of me that thought if you didn’t at least talk to him…” Jungkook trails off, unsure how to finish the sentence. “There was a part of me that thought if I asked you to stay, and you did, we’d both be wondering with him like hanging over our heads.”

“Honestly, I don’t think I had the right to ask that of you, or to even expect it,” you say. “I never really let you know where I was at.”

“You did,” Jungkook says and that surprises you. “I could always tell. I knew what I meant to you and I was…I was a little scared, even knowing how much you liked me, to just ask for it to be more.”

“I thought you didn’t want more either,” you nearly whisper.

“I didn’t, not when we met at least. I thought being with you would just be easy and casual and what we both needed,” Jungkook says with a chuckle.

“I don’t know that I’m easy,” you grimace.

“You are, what wasn’t easy was slowly falling for you. I’m not used to being the one falling first,” Jungkook says.

“I’m so sorry, Jungkook,” you say, “I would take it all back if I could.”

“I wouldn’t,” Jungkook disagrees. “I think we both needed to go through that to get here.”

“And this is somewhere you want to be? Here with me?” you ask, more honest than you’ve been in awhile.

“Yeah, I do,” he says immediately. “You said I deserved to know I was someone’s first choice and you do too.”

“I want you to know that I do realize I was unfair to you and that’s not something I want to ever do again,” you say carefully.

Jungkook takes one of your hands in his, always so thoughtful. “We all make choices we’d change if we could, but you chose to be here. You’re acknowledging it, so I think we can take that and move forward.”

“I wanna be clear about where we are though,” you say.

“I’m sure you want to take it slow, this is all kind of new territory for us,” Jungkook says.

“No, that’s not it,” you say and watch his face. “I mean, we can take it at whatever pace you want, I just mean I want to be clear. This is a relationship and I’m serious about it just being you and me. I don’t want there to be any confusion in defining it.”

“I don’t think there’s any confusion,” Jungkook laughs. “But yeah, I’m on board for that. We can figure out the rest of what a serious relationship looks like as we go.”

“Together?” you ask and he smiles your favorite smile. The one where his nose crinkles and you can see his slightly-too-big front teeth and his eyes seem to sparkle.

“Always,” he says.

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Oops! I realised that I had to be more specific

- Augurlight (Delphi x Albus)

- Muggle au

- Abusive relationship

-Albus realizing that Delphi was grooming him (Flashbacks would be nice if possible)

All good! I can absolutely do that!

Augurlight Oneshot

TW/CW: Grooming, Child Predation and CSA

Albus sat in his bedroom, curtains closed, headphones blasting, homework unfinished, and food left to go cold. He wasn’t really sure what day it was, or what time it was, but he really didn’t care. He couldn’t explain the depression he had fallen into. Or maybe he could and he just didn’t want to admit it.

“Come on, Dad! Please!” Albus begged.

“For the hundredth time Albus, no,” his father refused him yet again. “You need to finish school.”

“Come on! The kids are mean!” Albus whined. “I passed all the necessary exams for finishing school, I have a job, I can start working more hours and even pay board!”

“I don’t care Albus, you need to complete your education,” his father tried to keep a hushed voice as they browsed the shop, looking for a specific CD for Lily’s upcoming birthday. “I’m not letting you drop out just to chase some fantasy.”

“This isn’t about music—“

“Then what is it about?”

“It’s about not having to go back to that shithole of a school!”

“Watch your language!” His father scolded. “I can’t find it. Stay here while I talk to that worker over there.”

Albus groaned and slumped against the shelf of CD’s. He was sick of that high school. Hogwarts was shit, and any wayward misfit with half a brain knew to stay far away from the preppy shitheads that wore the maroon and blue uniform. He was so sick of his classmates constantly bullying him, and he wasn’t even learning anything he could use in the career he wanted. They’d bloody cut the Music Program, the whole reason he’d even been trying to stay well enough behaved to avoid expulsion.

“Hey,” Albus turned to see a worker, with silver and blue hair and thick eyeliner. “Delphi. I couldn’t help but overhear your conversation with your Dad?”

“Oh, that,” Albus shuffled. “Sorry about that.”

“It’s fine, happens a lot,” Delphi smiled. “Hogwarts uniform?”

“Don’t worry, I won’t sue you for breathing,” Albus answered. “Not unless you breathe too loudly.”

“I’ll try not to. We get a lot of your classmates in here. Usually they’re upset that their Dad’s aren’t buying something super expensive for them.”

“Nah, I’ve got a different kind of dysfunctional family.”

“I can tell,” Delphi plucked something from Albus’ face and he felt it heat up. “Eyelash. Sorry about your Dad. Sucks when your parents don’t believe in you.”

“Well, I don’t know if he doesn’t believe in me,” Albus cleared his throat. “He just … he’s an adult, he probably knows better.”

“I don’t know,” Delphi knocked Albus’ shoulder. “You didn’t start singing the lyrics to Emo Girl when you saw me. Makes you much more mature than some of the other kids your age. It’s also not that hard to enter the music scene. I would know, my band The Augurey are doing pretty well.”

Delphi walked away as Albus saw his father approaching, Lily’s gift in hand.

Albus rubbed his eyes and took his earphones out. There had been a light tapping at his door, and when he pulled it open he saw his younger sister. Lily was in her soccer uniform, with dirt on her shins. She’d just got back from practice, it was afternoon.

“Just figured I’d let you know we won,” Lily grumbled. “Not that you even cared to show up.”

“Won what?” Albus asked.

“The game. The Liverpool Griffins are moving onto the semifinals.”

“You had an actual game today?”

“Yes, and you promised you’d come to this one!” Lily crossed her arms. “You’ve become a real jerk these holidays.”

“Oh my God. Lily I am so sorry. I completely forgot.”

“Yeah, I know! Couldn’t even get out of bed to say goodbye this morning.”

Lily turned and began to storm off.

“Lily wait!” Albus followed her. “I don’t even know what day it was.”

“Save it, Albus,” Lily shook her head. “I would invite you to the next one but I doubt you’d show up. Dad’s making soup for dinner, maybe you can show up for that?”

Lily slammed her bedroom door shut and Albus felt lost. How could he forget something as important as Lily’s game? It was the first one where he wouldn’t be too busy working at The Three Broomsticks to go! He’d promised to go! He hadn’t been able to go to any of her other games that year and she missed his support in the stands. And he missed cheering her on from the crowds. How could he forget something as important as that?

“Well, well, well, we meet again,” Albus looked up in shock to see none other than Delphi. “Studying for a test?”

“Algebra,” Albus informed her.

“God, what year?”

“Year ten.”

“Yikes,” Delphi hissed in sympathy. “So your doing all that expand and simplify bullshit with the brackets.”

“Yep,” Albus sighed. “Although, it looks more like hieroglyphics to me.”

Delphi giggled. “You’re funny. What was your name?”

“Albus,” he answered, blushing at the compliment. “I work at The Three Broomsticks just down there.”

“Oh sick, my band is performing a gig there this Friday night.”

“I’m working this Friday night.”

“Oh, so you’re getting paid to see The Augurey live. Now that’s an honour.”

Albus laughed. “What instrument do you play?”

“I’m all vocals,” Delphi clarified. “What about you?”

“Oh um, I used to do the music program at my school before they cut it,” Albus fiddled with his pencil, feeling suddenly shy under Delphi’s piercing brown eyes. “Guitar, bass, drums, piano, little bit of vocals.”

“Oh, so you are literally just a one man band?”

Albus laughed to the point of smiling very brightly. “I guess you could call me that. If you can call a fourteen year old with no released songs a one man band.”

“You’ll be a one man band eventually,” Delphi ruffled his hair. “I have faith in you.”

Albus closed his bedroom door and pulled out his phone. A notification popped up and he bit his lip. The Augurey’s social media. They’d posted something new.

Albus opened the app and saw the pictures. Delphi smiling with the rest of her bandmates. Pictures from whatever event they were at now. Pictures he couldn’t help but stare at. Especially the last one. The picture was technically of Rascal and Vermyn, the bassist and guitarist, but Albus was focused on the background. Delphi with some guys tongue shoved down her throat.

Albus hadn’t learnt this guys name. He appeared in many pictures. Sometimes he was even in the foreground. But Albus hadn’t learnt his name. Didn’t want to. He just wanted to know why Delphi would lead him on the way she did.

Albus was left to close up close up the restaurant while his manager, Rosmerta, went over the employee schedules for the next week. He found he quite enjoyed The Augurey’s live performance that night. He’d hoped to speak to Delphi at some point, but he was stuck as the dishwasher for most of the night, but the few times he had been out cleaning tables he could of sworn she’d been looking at him. He was pretty certain she’d even winked at him at some point.

“Hey Albus!” He jumped when Delphi came up behind him. “Did you enjoy the show?”

“Yeah, you guys are really good. You have a very good voice.”

“Thank you,” Delphi smiled brightly and touched Albus’ cheek. “You lose a lot of eyelashes. So, are your parents here to pick you up?”

“No, I was going to catch the bus home.”

“You’re kidding?” Delphi’s jaw dropped even further when Albus shook his head. “You can’t catch the bus home at this time of night! There are creeps and weirdos out there.”

“Aside from the creepy weirdo I’m talking to now?” Albus asked, wiping the last corner of the bench down. “It’s fine, I do it all the time.”

“It’s not fine!” Delphi sighed. “How about I drive you home?”

“What?”

“Come on! I won’t be able to sleep tonight if I don’t mKe sure you get home safe.”

Albus felt his face heat up at that. He supposed a car ride with Delphi wouldn’t be the worst thing to ever happen. “Alright, I can give you the directions.”

“Great! Let’s go.”

Albus let out a nervous breath as he followed her to her car, locking the shop door behind himself. She drove a second hand car, small and inexpensive, but the inside was decorated with plenty of gothic delights. He got into the passenger seat and told her where to go.

“So, you hate Hogwarts I take it?”

“Uh, yeah,” Albus shook his head. “Bit of an understatement really. I get bullied. Really badly. And the teachers don’t do shit about it.”

“I feel that,” Delphi sighed. “Wish there was something I could do to help.”

“It’s alright,” Albus chewed on his lip. “My house is that one.”

Delphi pulled into the driveway. “Damn, you’re families loaded.”

“Yeah, we are.”

Albus went to get out of the car but Delphi grabbed his wrist and stopped him.

“What are you—“

“My phone number,” she wrote the digits onto his palm. “Message me next time you have work late. I don’t like the thought of you catching the bus this late at night.”

“Oh,” Albus swallowed. He had her number, that was fun. And really nice of her to be so worried for his well-being.

Delphi caressed his cheek and rested her hand on his face. “Eyelash. I’ll see you later.”

“See you later.”

Albus threw his phone to the floor and curled up in his blanket. He really shouldn’t have been surprised. She was pretty, she was semi-famous, she was older. And they weren’t exactly on good terms at the moment either. Of course something like this would have happened.

He wanted to curl into such a small little ball it was like he didn’t exist. No one could hurt him or lead him on that way. People wouldn’t even be able to look at him, let alone talk to him.

“Albus,” he groaned when he heard his fathers voice just outside his door. “Dinners ready.”

“I’m not hungry.”

“Come on, you haven’t had dinner with us in a week,” his father answered. “I’m starting to get a little worried.”

“I’m fine.”

“Well, if you’re fine you come down to dinner. Come on, get up.”

Albus groaned, and crawled out of bed again. Why him? Why that day?

Albus walked out of admin with his letter, supposedly his aunt Hermione was there to pick him up for an appointment he hadn’t even known about. God, his time management skills could really use some work.

As Albus left the school gates he noticed a familiar beat up car. It didn’t belong to his aunt, her car was certainly not beat up, but it did belong to someone else he knew. Someone he was much more excited to see.

“Oh my God, you did not just get me out of school.”

“Hey,” Delphi shrugged. “I told you I wanted to do something to help. Come on, we’re going to the beach.”

“The beach? Are there even any good beaches nearby?”

“Of course there are! You just need to know where to look!”

Albus smiled brightly and got into the car with her. He hadn’t properly skipped school like this in a long time, it was exhilarating.

“Alright Eyelashes, let’s go.”

Albus came down the stairs to see the rest of his family had already started eating their soup. He approached the counter and filled up his bowl. Pumpkin soup. He plonked down at the table, feeling much like the rain that poured outside the window.

“Hoods off at the table, Albus.”

Albus groaned at his mothers words, and yanked the hood from his head before continuing to eat.

“So as I was saying, it’s a very delicate and difficult case,” his father complained about work. “Grooming is a very difficult crime to prove. Our evidence is circumstantial at best.”

Albus ripped a piece of bread and dipped it into his loaf.

“I mean, how am I even supposed to prove he did this? It’s not like he ever actually hurt her, just made it so he could.”

“What?” That confused Albus.

“What’s confusing you?”

“How could he have groomed her if he never hurt her?”

“Grooming is the process of creating an environment which enables abuse,” his father clarified. “A very common misconception people have is that you have to actually h physically hurt someone.”

“Oh.”

Albus flopped down onto his towel, and let the rare sunshine beat down on him, giving him a much needed tan. Delphi soon after joined him, and he tried not to look at her too much. He really should have realised that the beach entailed a certain amount of vulnerability.

“That was fun, but I think I might have to take you back to school soon.”

Albus groaned very loudly. “Please don’t.”

“What do you want me to do?” Delphi sat up. “Hold you captive here forever?”

Albus jumped when Delphi pounced on him and they began to wrestle in the sand. His leg was only slightly tangled in his towel by the time she managed to get on top of him. Oh goodness, this was a very compromising position. He only hoped she didn’t do anything to uh … provoke him, we’ll say.

“You’ve got another eyelash,” Delphi’s fingers danced across Albus face as she wiped the stray hair away.

“I swear I didn’t used to lose eyelashes this regularly,” Albus sighed, hoping to get her off from on top of him. This was not something he felt ready to deal with.

“Sure,” Delphi’s face seemed to move impossibly closer, and her breath grazed over Albus’ lips. All he’d have to do is move slightly and they’d practically be snogging.

“We should go,” Delphi got up and put her shirt back on over the top of her bikini. “Your parents will surely be mad if you aren’t home in time.”

Albus finished his soup and climbed the stairs before anyone could stop him. He needed some space. Desperately.

Albus opened his laptop and stared at the search engine for a moment. He began to chew on his nails, feeling his stomach roil with the unasked question still lingering in his head. What was he even supposed to do in this type of situation? What was he even supposed to look up?

He swallowed and quickly typed up his question before staring at it. The fact that he even felt the need to ask felt a bit like a confirmation, but he couldn’t be certain. He pressed enter.

How do you know if you’ve been groomed?

“What’s this?” Albus asked.

“It’s a birthday present,” Delphi answered.

“My birthday is in October.”

“Just open it.”

Albus smiled before tearing into the gift Delphi had gotten for him. He pulled open the box and inside there was nothing more than a business card. Riddle Studios?

“I may have pulled some strings with my manager,” Delphi clarified. “They’re going to let you record one song, and if they like it and it performs well they might take you on.”

“You’re joking.”

“No joke.”

“Oh my God! Delphi!” Albus got up. “Thank you so much! God, I could kiss you!”

“What?”

“What? Um … not actually kiss you. Just — you know it’s an expression.”

“Right,” Delphi nodded. “Well, I’ll pick you up on Saturday and drive you there.”

“Yeah,” Albus nodded excitedly.

“See you,” Delphi left a peck on Albus’ cheek before walking away.

Grooming is the action of attempting to form a relationship with a child or young person, which would enable you to sexually assault them or persuade them to commit some type of crime, such as drug dealing or joining a terrorist organisation.

Albus wasn’t sure that exactly applied to him. He’d been a child, he was a child, but … he didn’t — he didn’t know.

A groomed child may think they are: in a special relationship with the person hurting them, experience self-blame over the the abuse they are experiencing, be confused by the nature of the relationship, and have a fear of harmed or abandoned if they speak out or defy their groomer.

Albus had initiated it, but he immediately regretted it. It was stupid really. To think someone as amazing as Delphi might return his feelings. As soon as he’d kissed her he felt like he’d made some horrible mistake and that he needed to run as far away as humanly possible. Something about it just felt innately wrong. Like he’d done something he really shouldn’t have.

“I am so sorry,” Albus stepped back. “I should go. That was — sorry!”

“Albus! It’s fine,” Delphi stopped him from running away. “Nothing to be sorry for.”

Delphi pulled Albus in and this time their kiss was much more of a mutual experience. And it was nice. He’d never really kissed anyone before, so he hoped he was doing it right. Delphi was definitely much more experienced in that regard. And it showed. Delphi was very good at kissing, Albus found.

Well, that just didn’t apply to Albus. Right? There was no abuse to feel any guilt or self-blame over. There couldn’t be. Could there? He tried to think. Had Delphi at any point actually abused him? Sure, technically she didn’t need to abuse him for it to be grooming, but there wasn’t anything to blame himself for. Was there?

He’d admit, he had felt special, he had been a little confused by their relationship, he had done things just because he was worried she’d leave if he didn’t, but he didn’t blame himself for … okay he did. Just a little bit. But it was fine because it was technically his fault. The self-blame thing surely only applied when he hadn’t actually done anything wrong right? Because he had! He’d let her get close to him, he’d initiated their … situationship? Relationship? Their whatever! He’d been the one to start it and make it confusing. He made the choice to not defy her. It was his fault.

So, therefore, it couldn’t have actually even been grooming right? What even was the definition of sexual abuse?

“Why didn’t you tell me you were going on tour?” Albus asked. “I mean, I figure that’s something you tell your … friend?”

“I was going to,” Delphi got up from her seat on the couch. “But it’s not even like it’s a major tour. We’re just going around England. Nowhere too far away.”

“Right, just the other side of the country,” Albus shrugged. “Would have been nice to know.”

“What? You aren’t proud of us? After all I’ve done for you, you can’t accept that I’m also making progress?”

“That’s not it—“

“Then what is it?”

“You’re leaving…,” Albus sighed. “I just — I thought we were close enough that you’d let me know first.”

“We are that close,” Delphi came over to him and rested her hands on his shoulders. “Come with us.”

“What?”

Albus was dumbfounded. There was no way she was actually inviting him to go on tour with her.

“Come with us!” Delphi’s smile widened. “Come on, you hate school, you hate your family, leave it behind and come with us.”

Albus took a step back. “Okay, first of all, I don’t hate my family. I just don’t always get along with them. And second of all, I can’t just go with you. I have a job, other friends, and my parents are worried enough that I keep disappearing from school and the house. I can’t just runaway.”

“Sure you can!” Delphi held his face now. “Please? For me?”

Albus didn’t know what to say. Delphi kissed him to see if maybe that would be convincing. It wasn’t.

“It’ll be fun.”

“No, I’m putting my foot down,” Albus shook his head and started leaving. “I can’t go with you.”

Sexual assault refers to the act of intentionally touching someone in a sexual manner without consent, through either force or coercion. It’s a form of sexual violence that includes child sexual abuse, groping, rape and sexual torture.

Albus scrolled down, trying to find further explanation on what child sexual abuse might entail. He didn’t think he was abused; it was just good to make sure. He seriously doubted he encountered anything severe enough to be considered abuse. And he’d been the one to initiate their relationship in the first place. So it was probably fine.

Albus got up from the couch and walked over to the door. Lily was at football practice and their Dad had been the one to drive her. Their Mum was stuck at work so Albus and his older brother, James, were the only ones left at home. He had to assume James took advantage of this absence of people and invited over a couple friends.

He pulled the door open and was surprised to see Delphi of all people standing outside.

“Can we talk?”

“Uh, sure,” Albus stepped aside and let her in. “We better go up to my room, so James doesn’t see you.”

Albus brought Delphi to his bedroom, and gently closed the door behind her. He was sort of glad they were getting the opportunity to talk before she had to leave. They could sort out the argument they’d had and calm down.

“I guess we should—“

Albus was startled by Delphi just grabbing his face and beginning to snog him. They’d snogged maybe a couple times, but never like this. Albus raised his hands to her head as his back hit the wall. His head hurt a little bit, and he winced, trying to separate for at least a moment to rub where his head had hit. But he hadn’t been able to. At least, he hadn’t been the one to separate.

Delphi pulled away only momentarily before attacking his neck. Which, wasn’t really something they’d ever done. It felt a little weird, but kind of nice.

“Um, you said you wanted to talk?” Albus was a little confused now. Not upset, but definitely confused.

Delphi sighed and pulled away. Did he do something wrong?

“Just … wanted to see if maybe you’d changed your mind?”

“Well, I haven’t,” Albus slouched. “You know why I said I couldn’t go.”

“Oh, come on!” She complained. “After everything I’ve done for you, you kind of owe me!”

“Travelling around the country isn’t something I can just do, Delphi,” Albus groaned. “I already told you, my parents are worried enough about me as is. If I left with you they’d probably send a whole search party looking for me.”

“Then leave a note,” Delphi stepped closer. “Please? Can’t you just be the least bit supportive?”

Albus swallowed. He could theoretically go with her, and there was probably a scenario in which everything turned out fine. But Albus didn’t think this was that scenario. He was in enough trouble as it was for constantly sneaking out and skipping school to go see her, although his parents didn’t know about Delphi’s involvement. He didn’t want to make things worse. And Lily kept asking him to go to one of her games. He’d promised to go to one as soon as he could, he couldn’t do that if he was on tour with The Augurey.

“I am supportive, and I’m sorry but I can’t just—“

Albus gasped when Delphi’s palm hit his cheek, and stilled as the sting spread across his face. She’d slapped him. She had just slapped him. And it hurt. Really bad.

“Fine, I don’t need you there anyway,” Delphi stormed out while Albus stood frozen in disbelief.

Child sexual abuse (CSA) occurs when an adult or older adolescent abuses a child for sexual gratification. This can include pressuring a child into a sexual activity, indecent exposure of genitals to a child, displaying pornography to a child, sexual contact with a child, physical contact to the child’s genitals, viewing of the child’s genitals, and producing pornography of a child.

Albus wiped a tear from his eye. Did kissing count as sexual contact? Did it even matter? A month ago, if Delphi had asked, Albus probably would have done everything on that list for her. If grooming was only the process of enabling abuse, had Delphi groomed him?

“Hey Albus,” he jumped when his mother walked in without knocking, and turned to face her, “what’s—?”

Albus slammed his laptop shut before she could finish asking her questions.

“Why were you looking at the definition of sexual assault?” She asked.

“I wasn’t,” Albus answered, scratching his neck.

“What were you looking at then?”

“Nothing.”

His mother gave him a look before walking towards him. “Did something happen that I should know about?”

“No,” Albus tried to smile. “Mum, I’m fine. What did you want?”

She let out a breath through her nose. “Lily and James have both had their showers. I wanted to check if you had had yours?”

“No, I’ll go do that.”

“Albus—“

“Thanks for letting me know,” Albus grabbed his clothes and hurried towards the bathroom. He didn’t think he was in the mental state to explain everything about Delphi to his mother.

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Alone || Tiara’s and Arrows

Rick had tried to negotiate with the woman, but she wasn't going for it, apparently a two for one deal was off the table.

Daryl had tracked them down to the safe house the people had taken Maggie and Carol, the man they had, they had tried beating him for answers, but came up with nothing.

When they had gotten closer, Rick checked in with Paula, she didn't give up, it didn't matter though, they were gonna get there soon enough, and when they did, that would be the last of the Saviours.

When she had finally radio'd back, accepting the trade, they were at the ready, waiting for their moment.

Rick played along, their cover was invisibility, they were going to get their people back.

When they had reached the place, Maggie was the person to open the door.

Glenn rushed to her, hugging his wife tight.

Natalia spotted Carol wrapping her arms around the older woman tightly, Daryl joined their side, making sure Carol was alright.

"You okay?" He asked her. "We got your trail. You start a fire?"

"Yeah." She nodded.

"Are they all dead?" Natalia asked, taking her gun off safety, about to join Gabriel and Rosita as they searched the place, but Carol stopped her.

"They're all gone, Nat, they're gone." She then hugged her tightly, something sentimental was behind it, but she didn't understand what.

"Are you sure you're okay?"

"Natalia, listen to me, you don't want to end up like them, you have to count, you need to, it shouldn't be easy, it should never be easy, you're still young, think about Evie, how you're raising her."

"Carol, I don't understand?" Natalia told her. "You're not making any sense." She looked up at Daryl, who was equally confused.

"Hey, you sure you're okay?" He asked her, taking his girlfriend's spot.

"No." Carol shook her head.

"Come here." He muttered, hugging his best friend.

"Your friends are dead." Rick told the Saviour. "No one's coming for ya. So you might as well talk."

"Let him burn." Daryl told him, when he had stepped away from Carol.

"I'm gonna ask you one last time... how'd you get the bike?"

"We found it." The man answered.

"Like hell you did." Daryl replied.

"We found it." He repeated.

"Was Negan in that building last night or was he here?"

The man slowly turned to Rick, a smirk emerged on his face.

"Both." He said. "I'm Negan, shithead. There's a whole world of fun that we can talk about, so let's have a chat."

"I'm sorry it had to come to this." Rick shot the man in the head.

Carol stared in horror, she then glanced at the woman beside her, how calm and nonchalant she seemed, Carol knew Natalia had a long body count, it was accumulating by the time they had met her, thinking about the number today made her stomach twist, Carol was terrified that her friend would end up like the woman she had shoved on that metal pole, she'd lose herself, not care about the people around her, she was becoming too heavy handed with the trigger, Carol couldn't watch it happen.

Over a week had passed since they took out the Saviours, Alexandria was in peace, no lingering threats had hung over them.

Daryl had moved in with Natalia and Evie, he was hesitant to leave his friends, maybe a little nervous to take such a big step, even though he had been living with the woman for a year, that's how long they had known each other, but it felt like a lifetime.

Rick had come on board with the idea of the pair dating, quickly, even though it seemed like he was the last person to even notice, and he was the one who pushed for Daryl to pack up his stuff and go over to the other house, with his budding relationship with Michonne, he was proud of his brother being able to find the same thing, even though it was completely out of the blue, even though it wasn't.

If you knew Daryl and Natalia, you knew they were together, but if you didn't, you would just think they made a real good duo, and that's how they liked it, no one had to know their business.

Evie had seemed to take the move in quite well, when she realised how much more easy she could manipulate the man into what she wanted, he didn't make her brush her teeth or do her school work, but he did get things from the outside when she asked, and that was good enough for her.

"Her birthday is in three days, if I can't get it right, the whole day is going to be ruined."

Evie was turning seven in just a few days, and Natalia was freaking out about it, she had spent the whole day making a mess of the Grimes kitchen and forcing cake down the throats of Carl and Michonne. She was making tiny cakes to achieve the perfect recipe, but every single one had an error and she couldn't crack it.

"I don't think that's gonna happen." Carl said through a mouthful of cake.

"Yeah, this one's good." Michonne put a thumbs up as she chewed.

"Ugh, no it's not! It's missing something." She stomped outside with two pieces of cake.

Daryl and Carol were sat on the steps, smoking.

She walked around them, taking the stick out from between their lips and shoving the cake in.

"Eat." She said, as Daryl choked on the piece. "Tell me what's wrong with it."

She sat on the ground in front of them, Daryl's bike was behind her, she stared as they chewed through the cake, both contemplating something.

Natalia suspected they were having a serious conversation that she just disrupted but this was more important.

"It's good." Daryl told her.

"Of course you would say that, shut up. Carol, what's it missing?" She put her hands together in front of her face.

"Vanilla extract, just a touch." Carol said.

"Oh my god, you're a fucking genius, you just saved a birthday. Even though it's going to be ruined anyway." She pouted.

"Woah, what?" Carol asked her.

"It's Evie's seventh birthday in three days, and no one seems to care, and I'm supposed to be throwing her a party, cause that's what they do here, Aaron told me her dad was planning it, and now it's up to me and I can't even get the fucking cake right, and I have nothing to give her, and Enid could only spare two balloons from the herd removal, and it's going to be her first birthday with her dad being dead and I'm scared that if it's not perfect she's going to hate me." Natalia was out of breath when she finished ranting.

"Why would she hate you?" Daryl asked, slightly impressing Carol that he was able to hear every word Natalia had said.

"Because I'm not her parent, just some woman she's stuck with cause Milo fancied me or whatever."

"He what?"

"Babe, he's dead, calm down." Natalia rolled her eyes, rubbing Daryl's knee.

"Well, what was your seventh birthday like, can't be that long ago." Carol said, adding a small dig in the question.

"It was 20 years ago, and I was the flower girl in my aunts wedding, she said there was no point wasting the day because I'd just spend it doing nothing but cry over my own dad, who died when I was young, so I know how bad it sucks, I was a real sensitive kid, cried over it for years to come." She finished up, her dad had passed when she was four, though she'd been heartbroken over it, up to her graduation at High School.

"Evie could never hate you, I'm sure she doesn't mind whatever you do."

"The only reason she's been doing math this week is so she could count down the hours till Evie day." Natalia deadpanned.

"Going on a supply run with Rosita, tomorrow, come with us, we'll look for stuff for her." Daryl offered, grabbing both her hands, kissing her knuckles.

"Thanks, baby. You're the best." She used him holding her hands to pull herself up, kissing him sweetly before running down the street to the inventory to see if they had any vanilla extract.

"You're covered in flour!" Daryl shouted after her, but she couldn't hear him.

The next morning, Natalia had been laying in bed, staring outside the window facing her, so many thoughts raced through her mind, she felt dizzy.

She looked over her shoulder, surprisingly Daryl was still asleep beside her, laying on his back as he breathed heavily, his hand was placed on her stomach, she didn't know why he did that, but since they had been together, he couldn't fall asleep without doing it, it was like he needed to feel her at all times, Natalia didn't mind, she thought it was sweet.

She turned back around, looking out the window again, hugging her pillow tightly, the sun was only starting to rise.

A few moments later, she felt him roll over behind her, then the familiar scratchiness of his beard against her skin, then his lips on her shoulder, making it's way across her collarbone, and towards her chest as she rolled on her back, to face him.

"What you doing awake?" He asked.

"How'd you know I was awake?"

"Could feel ya moving." He trailed kisses along her torso, lifting up the top for more access.

"Just thinking." She hummed, her back arching at the attention he was giving her body.

"Gotta give me more than that." He pushed, his hand moved towards her shorts, sliding underneath the hem, running the tip of his finger along her skin, causing her hips to buck at the sensation

"Anything, everything, all of it." She bit her lip, the anticipation getting to her as his finger ghosted over her sensitive bud. "Need a distraction." She coaxed him.

Natalia was pleasantly surprised by his actions, they had only slept together twice, and each time, she had initiated it, Daryl was still wary, about her past but also the idea that he could hurt her, they had been together for nearly two weeks, and yet he was still waiting for the day that he just woke up back in the basement and she'd be by herself In the house.

"Yeah?" He asked, his thumb pressing down on her clit, rubbing it in a circle, like he knew she liked, as two digits entered her, causing the woman to inhale sharply, her body flinching at the sensation.

He knew he was doing a good job when her body reacted like that, she had expressed it in their rare intimate moments.

"Yes, I need you." She whispered, pulling his face towards her, kissing him hard.

Daryl pulled away from her lips, dropping his head in the crook of her neck, he'd never grow tired of those words.

"My woman's gonna get whatever she wants." He murmured into the side of her neck, causing her to smile widely as she threw her head back.

Natalia weaved her fingers in his hair, boxing his body against hers with her legs, arching her back as she rolled her hips against him.

There was a weak knock against the door.

Natalia leaned back, trying to work out if she actually heard that.

"Did you-?"

She was cut off as another knock sounded, this time a little louder.

Natalia whimpered, they couldn't deny that one.

Daryl grumbled against her chest, before rolling off her.

"Who is it?" Natalia called to the door, knowing exactly who it was.

"Me." The small voice replied.

"Who's me? I don't think I know anyone called me."

"Evie!" Evie shouted. "Can I come in?" She knocked again, they had set some ground rules when Daryl moved in.

"How do we know it's actually Evie?" Daryl asked. "Could be pretending."

"It is!" They could hear her stomping her feet.

"That's not good enough." Natalia told her as the pair got dressed and ready for the day, calming down from what they were about to do. "Tell us something that only Evie would say."

The little girl thought on it a moment before shouting "I love purple!"

"Nah, anyone would say that." Daryl shook his head as he pulled up his jeans. "Try again."

"My birthday is in one day and 17 hours."

Daryl and Natalia shared a look.

"Yeah, that's Evie, come in." Natalia told her as she tucked her gun in the waist band of her black cargo's, a new pair.

Evie threw the door open, stomping in, Sully followed, making his way to Natalia, jumping up at her as she ruffled his fur.

"You knew it was me!" She declared, pointing at the two adults.

"Nah." Daryl shook his head at her.

"Yeah!" She crossed her arms.

"Nope."

"Yuh huh!"

"Alright, I think it's breakfast time." Natalia decided, not letting the bickering go on any more.

Denise decided she wanted to tag along on their supply run.

"After I got out of DC, I just drove." She told the three, showing them the map she had drawn on. "I remember seeing it right when I realised I had no idea where I was going. Edison's Apothecary and Boutique. It's just this little gift shop in a strip mall but if its really an Apothecary they had drugs."

"How do you know they still got 'em?" Daryl asked her.

"It isn't that far. I just wanna check. And I heard you guys mention you were going out today."

Daryl looked at Natalia.

"You had me at gift shop." Natalia glanced between the two.

"Alright then, we'll go." He decided.

"I wanted to check." Denise told him. "I just wanted to help."

"How much time you spend out there?" Daryl questioned.

"None." She answered.

"Forget it."

"I can ID the meds. I know how to use a machete now. I've seen roamers up close. I'm ready."

"And you're our only doctor, not a chance." Natalia shook her head.

"I'm ready, I know what to do." Denise pushed.

Daryl thought about it, already knowing what his girlfriend thought, looking at Rosita.

"You good with this?"

"No." She agreed with Natalia.

"I'll go alone if I have to."

"You'll die alone." He put it bluntly.

"I'm asking you to make sure I don't."

"I'm not babysitting her by myself." Rosita said.

"And today's the only free day I have to go out." Natalia sighed.

Daryl went in search for a bigger car, instead of the truck they were gonna take.

The four sat in silence as Daryl drove, Natalia sat beside him whilst the other women rode in the back.

"This gift shop, what kind of gift shop is it?" Natalia turned in her seat, looking at the woman with glasses.

"Just sells gifts, I think..." Denise answered. "I don't really know, like I said, I just went past it."

"Oh, right." She turned back in her seat with a sigh, she was always bad at small talk.

Daryl had surprised her for the second time today, gingerly placing his hand on her leg, massaging it as he drove, relaxing into it after a moment.

But when she glanced at him, he was looking in the rear view mirror, checking the two women weren't watching them.

"Daryl." Rosita called from the back.

A large tree had fallen in the middle of the road.

"Yep." He let out a sigh, slowing the car down to a stop. "Stay here." He told Denise as the two other women got out the vehicle, Daryl had got out as well, bringing the large gun with him, checking the area.

A walker snarl came from under the leaves of the tree.

"I got it." Rosita said, moving the branches out the way. "This happened fast." She commented, after revealing the walker. "Tree rotted out. It wasn't people."

She dealt with the walker, rifling through his bag as the couple walked around the tree.

"Are we making the right decision, bringing her out?" Natalia asked, nodding her head at the car.

"Ain't got no choice, least she's safer with us." He shrugged.

"We can't afford to lose our only doctor." Natalia sighed, kicking a stray branch away.

"I know." He agreed. "We won't."

Rosita had gone to get Denise when there were no threats.

"What you find?" Denise asked her.

"Bottles of booze. Any takers?"

"No, thanks."

"Yes, please." Natalia grabbed the bag of beer from her. "Can use it for the party."

"A seven year old's birthday party?" Rosita asked.

"For bribery for people to turn up, everyone's invited, and it's an order." She pointed at the two women, walking towards Daryl so she could shove it in one of his bags.

"I'll be there." Rosita promised.

"How do you feel about Abraham being there? Is it still like... y'know, should I not let him know, will it be awkward?" Natalia asked her. "I don't want any bad feelings, and I'd prefer you there than him."

"I don't care, the selfish prick probably wouldn't even turn up anyway."

"Noted." Natalia nodded. "Denise, Evie looks up to you, you're like her idol."

"Uh, I'll have to see, I'm not sure just yet."

"Pretty please, don't make me beg, 'Cause I will." She told her.

"Yeah, yeah, fine I'll try."

No one could resist Natalia Moore, and they certainly couldn't resist the scary looking archer who didn't like seeing the woman disappointed.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you. It'll mean the world to her." She smiled widely.

"That car ain't gonna make it past this tree." Daryl said, he had waited till her conversation was over to tell them, not wanting to interrupt her. "Come on, let's walk."

"Hold up." Denise told him, as he already started walking ahead. "Looks like a straight shot if we follow the tracks."

"No, no tracks. We'll take the road." Daryl told her, continuing, Natalia followed.

"That's twice as far." Rosita agreed with Denise.

"Go whichever way you like." He told them. "We ain't taking no tracks."

"I go where he goes." Natalia shrugged to them, heading for the trees.

Denise had followed them, but Rosita went on her own, following the tracks.

Rosita was waiting for them when they had reached the area.

"About time." She commented.

Daryl walked ahead, ignoring her, so had Natalia.

They had reached the strip mall, the windows were either boarded up, or dusty, handprints smothered all over the glass.

Daryl knocked on the door, waiting for movement.

"Alright, me and her are gonna do this, you're gonna stay back with Rosita, got it?" Daryl told Denise, nodding at Natalia.

Daryl took out a crowbar from his pack, as Natalia unsheathed a knife, Rosita was ready to shoot at anything that came at them.

Daryl opened the door, but nothing jumped out at them, so the four entered.

Denise gagged at the smell.

"We gonna find out what you had for breakfast?" Daryl asked her.

"Oatmeal." She mumbled. "Just so you know."

"This is nothing, one time, me, Sasha, Rick, Gabriel and Michonne went swimming in sewage walker pond water, I swear to god, I was digging walker slime out of my bra for weeks."

"Why would you do that?" Denise looked at her wide eyed.

"For food." She answered. "And I didn't really have a clean one to change into."

"We ate good that night, but I don't even know if the smell was worth it." Rosita teased. "You reeked."

"Words hurt, Rosita." Natalia touched her heart. "But, it was so bad." She shivered at the memory. "And the events that followed that night, weren't great either."

"Nat." Daryl waved her over to where he was. "Found the jackpot."

"Oh my god, baby, you're amazing." Natalia cheered as he handed her his treasures.

"What?" Rosita asked.

"Tiara." Natalia held up the plastic tiara with a grin, "Sash. And a birthday present." In her other hand was a necklace, a purple daisy charm hung from it, Daryl had even found the birthday card section of the gift shop.

"You ain't taking all the credit for that." He told her.

"Its a gift from the both of us." She smiled up at him. "Thank you." She kissed his cheek.

"'Course." The tips of his ears reddened at her public display of affection.

Rosita had found the pharmacy.

"Hey." She grabbed their attention, shining her torch over the sign.

The couple walked over to it, and Daryl shoved the crowbar under the shutter, trying to pry it open.

"You want me to hold your bags, or... Yeah." Denise's sentence trailed when they didn't acknowledge her.

Eventually he had managed to do it, hopping the counter to get to the other side, then Natalia did the same.

"If you set 'em on the counter, I can tell you which." Denise said.

"No, we're gonna take it all." Daryl said.

Rosita threw her bag over, following the pair.

"Are you sure?" Denise asked.

"No, it's fine." Rosita assured.

Natalia grabbed as many bottles as she could, throwing it in either bag she saw first, the other two did the same.

They could hear a thudding noise coming from somewhere.

"It's just one." Rosita declared when they had listened for more sounds, going back to the job.

"It sounds like its stuck." Daryl went back to it, as well.

"It'll stay there, S'fine." Natalia said.

The three continued on, leaving Denise unsupervised.

"So, you and Spencer, huh?" Natalia mentioned to Rosita. "Cute."

Daryl looked up from the shelf at her.

"What, don't tell me you want him after all." She said pointedly.

"No, still not my type, just didn't realise he was yours either."

"Nothing serious, just fun, like you two, right?" Rosita pointed at the pair.

"What's that 'posed to mean?" Daryl asked, his brows furrowing, so had Natalia's.

"Y'know, just killing time, not a big deal, we all do it." She shrugged at their serious expressions. "Why you're so secretive about it."

"That isn't what this is, Rosita." Natalia snapped. "Maybe you should just mind your own business."

Rosita sighed.

"I'm sorry, alright, didn't mean it, just... I don't know, frustrated, y'know." She rolled her eyes, shrugging as she focused on a bottle of pills.

"Ain't got no reason to take it out on us." Daryl told her.

"Look, I can understand what you're going through."

"Don't" Rosita stopped her.

"I can." She continued. "Except, it went a lot differently, didn't just break my heart, but guess what, I got my shit together and I got over it, and you know what happened after? I met someone real important to me, taught me how to trust again, then taught me how to love again, I found my person. So Abraham wasn't yours, so he went about it a really, really shitty way, which I don't agree with at all.

Doesn't mean your life is over, it means it just wasn't meant to be, he wasn't yours, but whoever is, is still out there, so stop moping after him and open your eyes. The most important thing is that you only need yourself to survive, that's what's gonna get you through it, you're tough as fuck, Rosita, scary as shit, too." Natalia told her, her voice was harsh but the words meant a lot to the woman. "And yes, Daryl, I was talking about you." She turned to her boyfriend. who pretended to busy himself with a shelf, but grunted in acknowledgment.

"Thanks, Nat." Rosita said, quietly.

The sound of glass shattering, caught all of their attention.

"What the hell are you doing?" Rosita asked Denise, who was at the scene of the crime, knocking over a glass bowl.

"Nothing." She answered, walking out the store.

"I got it." Natalia sighed, hopping the counter "God, I'm asking you to send us a therapist if you're real." Natalia put her hands above her head as she walked out, talking to God.

She went outside to find Denise sat on the ground, a key chain was in her hand, Natalia could read that it said Dennis.

"Brother or dad?"

"Brother..." Denise answered, when Natalia sat down next to her. "Twin brother."

"Rough." She nodded, staring ahead.

"Found this one as well." She gestured the other keychain to the woman, Evie was wrote across it.

"Keep it, you can give it to her at the party." Natalia pushed her hand back. "If you're gonna cry, do it now, they'll be out in a bit, I don't care."

"Not gonna cry." She whimpered, obviously holding back tears.

They sat quietly until Daryl and Rosita came out.

Natalia put her hand out, and Rosita helped her up as she looked down on Denise.

"Hey." Daryl spoke to her. "You did good finding this place."

Denise nodded, wiping her eyes and getting up off the floor.

"Tried to tell you, you weren't ready." Rosita said. "We all did."

"I know." Denise's voice came out hoarse.

"So was he older or younger?" Daryl asked Denise on their way home.

Natalia was walking ahead with Rosita.

"Older." Denise answered.

"What's the tiara look like?" Rosita asked.

Natalia unlooped it from her belt, placing it on her head, showing it off to the other woman.

"Do I look like a princess?"

"The prettiest in all the land, Evie will love it." Rosita laughed.

"Thanks." Natalia grinned, but she didn't take the tiara off, she was having fun with it. "I meant what I said earlier, you are tough, you just need yourself, but finding someone to get through it with is just a bonus."

Rosita was quiet.

"But, hey, you have me, and you have everyone else back home, and you're welcome to come over anytime, have drinks, cry about boys or whatever, the doors always open."

"What about Daryl?" She looked over her shoulder at the man who was still talking to Denise. "You guys live together, right?"

"Yeah, but what about him, he's not gonna care." She shrugged.

"You guys are weirdly perfect for each other, its weird."

"Yeah, I guess." Natalia hid her blush as she looked at the ground, a shy smile creeping on her face.

They had reached the train tracks, the three women walked ahead to continue on the road, but Daryl followed it.

"Hey." Rosita called to him.

"This way's faster, right?" He replied, pointing ahead of the tracks.

Natalia was unsure, but she followed him anyway, so had the others.

"Looks good." He told her, as she caught up beside him, straighting up the plastic tiara on her head.

"Evie said she wanted one, glad you found it."

"How could I forget, she ranted about it all through breakfast." He scoffed.

"Hey, I was thinking about getting her to bed early, tonight, and then me and you can go to bed, too. Finish off what we started this morning." She smoothed out the creases in his shirt, a reason to touch him.

Daryl looked over his shoulder before back down at her.

"Sounds like a plan." He replied, lowly, holding her lower back, as they continued walking. "Can't wait."

"There's a cooler in there!" Denise shouted.

She had walked off the tracks, standing in front of a car, a walker was banging on the glass, trying to get out for her, the three hadn't noticed.

"Might be something we can use inside." She continued when they turned around to look at her.

"We got what we came for." Rosita told her.

"Nah, ain't worth the trouble, come on." Daryl said, and they continued walking again.

Natalia looked over, watching Denise attempt to take out the walker anyway.

"Guys." She told them, turning back, before running as the walker fell on top of their only doctor.

Daryl caught on, running ahead as Rosita followed.

"No, don't" Denise shouted when they had caught up to her, she had managed to flip the walker, standing over her with her own knife.

They stepped back, letting her handle it, which she did, plunging the knife in the walkers head and putting it down.

She stood up tall, walking towards them, before bending over and emptying her stomach.

"Let it out." Natalia muttered.

"Oh, man. Threw up on my glasses." She said, picking them up and wiping them clean.

Denise walked towards the cooler, opening it and picking up a pack of cans.

"Hot damn." She exclaimed.

"What the hell was that?" Daryl asked her. "You could've died right there, you know that?"

"Yeah, I do." She stood up again, facing him.

"Are you hearing me?" He continued, his voice raised.

"Who gives a shit?" Denise raised her voice. "You could've died killing those Saviours, all three of you, but you didn't. You wanna live, you take chances. That's how it works. That's what I did."

"For a couple of damn soda's?" He asked.

"Nope." She held up the orange can. "Just this one."

"What's so special about finding some soda?" Natalia asked her.

"The same reason Daryl found that stuff for you." Denise told her, marching along the train tracks. "For a person that I love."

"Are you seriously that stupid?" Rosita joined them.

"Are you?" Denise turned on her. "I mean it. Are you?"

"Can we do this when we get home?" Natalia asked them, looking around.

"No!" They both shouted at her, causing the woman to put her hand up in surrender, considering she was stood right beside Denise, who was going off on one.

"Do you have any clue what that was to me, what this whole thing is to me?" Denise continued. "See, I have training in this shit. I'm not making it up as I go along, like with the stitches and the surgery and the... I asked you to come with me because you're brave like my brother and sometimes you actually make me feel safe." She pointed at Daryl. "You, because you're not scared, you've never been scared of anything, I wanna be like that, fight like you do, running towards walkers instead of away from them." She pointed at Natalia. "I wanna be fearless and feared."

"I'm scared of tigers." She muttered.

"And I wanted you here because you're alone." She turned back on Rosita. "Probably for the first time in your life. And because you're stronger than you think you are, which gives me hope that maybe I can be, too. I could've gone with Tara. I could've told her I love her, but I didn't because I was afraid. That's what's stupid. Not coming out here, not facing my shit. And it makes me sick that you guys aren't even trying because you're strong and you're smart and you're all really good people, and if you don't wake..." An arrow flew through Denise's eye from the back, Natalia had felt it as it whizzed past, two quick for her to react. "Up and face your..." Denise hadn't managed to finish her sentence before she dropped.

"Denise!" Natalia screamed, reaching towards her, so did Daryl, catching the woman as she hit the ground. "Oh god, Denise!"

The other two had grabbed their guns, aiming at the men that came out the woods, surrounding them.

Denise was dead, there was nothing she could do to help her.

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→ Oikawa Tooru x fem!reader

Summary: Oikawa is dealing with a mid-life crisis and he thinks of you.

Word Count: 2.6k words

Warnings: mentions of divorce, swearing

It’s Friday, it’s hot out, and Oikawa’s called everyone to help him with his retirement crisis. They’re gathered outside Mattsun’s workplace, which is essentially just a fucking graveyard.

So… Now they’re all standing around in a circle, looking like they’re straight out of Midsommar, because Oikawa is wearing the most obscenely vibrant clothes in the middle of a graveyard.

“Come on. Close your eyes already, you shithead!”

“For what? If this is a prank like last time, I need you to think about my repu—” He’s whining now.

Great, he’s scaring the pigeons away, Mattsun deeply sighs as he waits it out.

“All right! Close your eyes and imagine you have 30 seconds. Only 30. I want you to imagine saying it out loud – your new career choice,” Oikawa listens to Makki's voice he stands there — eyes closed now, pitch black.

Simple enough. Maybe Makki was on to something here, Oikawa begins to think.

“Think of yourself telling your loved ones. They will not judge you, in fact, they will support you for it”

He’s not sure how it clicks, but it does. Almost immediately. Oikawa’s eyes are wide open at the realisation.

“Okay, okay! There was more to that but I guess you’ve reached a conclusion?” Makki asks, he sounds almost disappointed.

Oikawa merely nods, almost reeling from his conclusion.

“So, what is it?” Iwaizumi asks, he’s been quiet today, he's probably tired of Oikawa's antics. Regardless, he'll have to check in with him later.

“I’m going to be a model,” he declares with a smile on his face. Before they can get to express their support, he adds, “but there’s something I need to do first.”

They're all thinking the same thing – the determination on his face is eerily familiar.

After saying his goodbyes and thank yous, he walks to car.

The others also take their leave soon after they express their collective confusion, it’s almost a routine at this point.

The pigeons return and Mattsun feels better.

—

It’s 11 pm and Oikawa Tooru is at your fucking door. It’s at your new place.

New, as in five years now.

He has a plan, he’s going to— he’s not sure what he’s going to do, okay? But he’s confident. He will charm his way through and at the very least, he will get you to meet him again.

He sees you and he has to stop himself from stuttering as he greets you, with an uncharacteristically shy “Hi”. It’s not a new thing he's discovering, but he should ideally be over this by now.

On your right hand, he sees a beautiful red gemstone adorned on your middle finger. His eyes catch onto the worn out rose-gold ring on your other finger. He smiles.

His eyes follow your hand as you brush your hair away to get a better view of him. Your left hand remains painfully bare, as it drops against your side.

Suddenly, and almost without any prompt, he finds himself self-conscious right now. He should’ve at least stopped for flowers or something, but in his haste and excitement, all rationale went out the window.

His plan of charming his way through crumbles right in front of him, as he realises that maybe, he should’ve thought this through.

He’s been so fixated on your hands that he misses the look of utter distraught on your face.

“What are you doing here, Tooru?”

“I’m not sure, actually” he can actually feel the situation unraveling in the worst possible way, and there’s a part of him inside, that’s yelling at him over and over again. His mind is reeling at a rate he cannot keep up.

“Y- You can’t show up like this, and it’s really late.”

“I know. I just—” He’s not stuttering, but he can’t get complete sentences out of his mouth, which is difficult when you’re trying to charm someone. Somehow, he manages to say, “Can you meet me? Tomorrow?”

You stare down at him, you're elevated on your house step. Your brows furrowed, as you try to make sense of why he’s here.

"Please?” he’s hopeful.

A red light flutters against his skin as a car passes by. Under the light of your porch, his features are accentuated — his clothes are crumpled, his eyes bleary, and his glasses hastily tucked into the V of his sweater. And despite all that, he manages to maintain a sense of grandiloquence to his stature.

“Okay,” you’re completely baffled, and to be honest, really sleepy. “Okay, do you have a place to stay for the night?”

“I’ll find a hotel,” he responds. He relaxes his tightened shoulders, relieved that you agreed so easily.

“You can stay here, if you want. There’s a guest room,” you offer.

“No. No, I’ll stay in a hotel.” His mind is buzzing around you, and he needs to stay in the hotel to calm down. He wants to do this right. “When are you free tomorrow?”

“Evening.”

“8 pm?”

“Works for me.”

“Okay, I’ll see you at Beans ‘n Cream at 8 pm." He wants to hug you, take your hand in his own, run the rough pads of his fingers against yours, or even just hold onto your pinky for a while. He settles for a smile, “Good night!”

He doesn’t try to hide the longing in his smile; he even hopes you notice it. Maybe this way, you’ll believe what he tells you tomorrow.

Before you can say anything else, he starts jogging to his car.

You sit in silence in your room, trying to make sense of what happened.

That night, just like any other, you dream about Oikawa Tooru. However, this time it feels almost tangible.

—

You’re there at 7:45 pm. You’re standing near the side entry. You’re nervous but mostly, you’re deeply fucking annoyed. Why did he decide to show up? Five years, and of all nights, off all days — he decided to show up now.

It’s just like him to show up, confuse you and then take his leave. And where does that leave you?

Abandoned in the dark, frantically scrambling to relight the flame.

You spot him. He’s walking towards you. You panic, immediately looking for a hiding spot. You manage to settle behind someone’s car.

You arrived here early, only to walk in after he arrived. You know of his habit – arriving late. It was imperative for you to appear as unbothered as you could, but right now it’s imperative that you don’t get caught because, decidedly, hiding behind someone’s car is far more embarrassing than being caught caring.

He’s in a light blue shirt, pairing it up with plain white pants. He looks perfectly mismatched in the contrastingly dull surrounding. It’s just another one of those things you were used to with him — he shines so bright, the world could only struggle to keep up.

He looks… good. That’s undeniable. But you’ve been curious to know if you would still be attracted to him. You don’t think you’ll ever not find him attractive, but these are two separate matters.

It just dawns on you how immature you are being right now. Hiding behind a car because you didn’t want to arrive before him? Fuck. What if he’s waiting for you to arrive before him? It’s probably why he came to the side entrance instead of the front. Fuck fuck fuck fuck.

You don’t want him to think you’re bailing. After all, you didn’t give him a definitive answer last night.

For a moment you think, maybe, this is the best outcome from today — you bailing and not getting involved in another mess.

But, you have to know why he’s here. You’re far too curious to bail.

He’s going in. Thank fuck. Just in case, you give it a good two minutes, before you decide to stand up and join him.

—

He’s starting to get a bit worried because it’s 8:00 pm and you’re not here.

Not wanting to get caught up in the crowd up front. He made the decision to wait near the side entrance, that way he would be able to see you arrive and would not be subjected to the pity looks in case you decide not to show up.

He’s smiling and this time, it’s involuntary. You look pretty, as you do. You decided to show up and meet him. Things are going swimmingly.

He needs to not fuck up and listen to his hyper focused strategic self from last night. He spent the entirety of the night coming up with things he would say — to make you listen, to make you stay. He’s confident it will work.

You’re placing the order for the two of you and he’s happy to finally hear you say things that don’t end in half sentences and confused noises.

“Tooru, at some point, you’re going to have to tell me why you’re here.”

Right. The difficult part first. Wooing you is for later.

“I missed you. I-I know, that’s selfish. We made the decision to cut each other out. But I can’t anymore. You’re my wife, you always will be.”

Your expression wavers slightly, but he doesn’t miss it. It reads something short of confusion and exasperation. He expected nothing less. It’s a lot, even from someone like him.

You raise your head slowly, looking up at him, as you say, “You’re right, Tooru. That is selfish.”

He’s on the verge of choking up more apologies.

"I’m not sure what you’re looking for here, Tooru. Th— There’s no way this is going to work. I moved here because I love my job. You stayed because you love yours. And this is me speaking as if I could ever get over the fact that —" you deeply sigh.

"Five years, Tooru! You can’t just come in here and expect me to change my mind and pack up to leave with you." He lets you speak without interrupting you, as much as he wants to disagree with so much you're saying.

"I didn’t change my mind then and I’m not changing my mind now. Even if it has been so...so painful not being with you,” your words come off soft and vulnerable, before it changes into something more firm as you say, “I won’t do it, you know that.”

Your gaze is filled with a familiar resolve. He always liked how you mirror each other in so many ways, but he never imagined it would be the cause of your marriage's downfall.

“I know that. I know you and I’m not asking for that.” He would never.

His voice... it's honest and vulnerable. You become self-conscious as you realise you are baring your heart out for him in a café of all places. "Could you please take us somewhere else?" We need to talk, but I can't do that here."

For a brief moment, his brow furrows as he realises. He looks around and notices some people staring at him. "I'm sorry, I didn't realise— I asked to meet here because we had a date, if you remember."

“I do remember. I just don't like feel com—"

“I know. We can go back to your place or, uh... my hotel?”

—

The ride to your house was quiet. He's afraid that anything he says will leave him a step away from where he actually wants to be.

Your house is beautiful, he briefly notes. Rather maximalist. Very fitting for a house of your own. It’s not the same as he memorised it to be.

The last time he came here was a month after the divorce. A bottle of liquor in his hand, and he had second thoughts. He had a lot to say, empty promises to give out. He went on a monologue about giving up his career, of moving in with you, with your new job, in your new place.

You didn’t say anything that night, just nursed him to sobriety until he passed out from the exhaustion. He woke up the next morning and you spoke to him, convincing him that the two of you made the right choice.

He knew that, really – he did. It was only a moment of weakness. This, right now. This is nothing like that.

Sighing he plops onto your couch as he waits for you to return from the kitchen.

He wonders if you’re a better cook now. Chuckling softly to himself when he thinks about how improbable that sounds.

“What’s funny?” you ask, eyes raised as you reach out to give him a mug.

“Are you a better cook now?” setting the mug down on the table in front of him.

You look at him, dumbstruck.

“I’m going to take that as a no but, you know, figures"

You glare at him and he can't help but like this. There are soft creases on his cheeks as he laughs. Your glare softens and it melts away into a warm smile. It feels normal, as if five years of distance changed nothing between the two of you. He wants this for the two of you.

“Okay, okay. I’ll talk. I'm about to retire and I have no idea what I'll do next. I told the others I'm going to be a model now, which could totally work—" he smirks, placing his hand under his chin and presenting his face to you.

You return his smirk. Taking a single moment to admire his features – it could totally work.

“—but, all I could think about was being with you.”

"Tooru, you're just going through a mid-life crisis-"

“I’m not, okay. I’m not. I want you. I've always wanted you, but I've also always wanted volleyball. I have no regrets about the divorce, and I have no regrets about staying in Argentina."

“I would hope not. It’s all you’ve ever wanted.“ There’s not a single hint of bitterness in your tone.

“It was, and I got what I wanted. I only regret not having you with me, which is no one’s fault,” he smiles sadly, his eyes are downcast as he says, “We knew what we married into.”

“We did,” you agree, a sad smile on your lips.

The truth is, you’re the same as him, you wanted both — the job and him. You hated choosing your job over him because it meant moving away from Argentina to a new place without him. You hated it, just as much as he hated staying, but you didn’t see it as choosing. Not when you carried him through it all. You hope he could say the same.

“And I’m happy that we were strong enough to make that decision together. I know you love your job, and I'm sorry I couldn't express how proud I was of you back then. I would never ask you to leave it. But I am done with volleyball for now."

He scratches his brows as he looks up at you, trying to figure out how you're feeling. He continues when he's unable to find anything, "I got what I wanted from it and I’m going after what I have always wanted,” he almost whispers, “which is you.”

He pauses for a moment before he assures you, “I can make it work this time.” It sounds like a promise you think he can break, so very easily.

“Tooru...” you’re not sure what to say.

He scoots closer to you, taking your hand in his own. You predict it before it happens — his thumb starts massaging the top of your hand. It was always comforting, but right now you're scared.

“I can move here. There is nothing I would want more right now.”

"How about when you get another volleyball opportunity? You could—" you pause to think "— work as a coach. You would make a good coach."

“I don’t want that. I’m done with volleyball, it has given me everything and so much more than I asked for. What I really want right now is my wife."

He inches closer, you can see the desperation on his eyes. You hope he can see them in yours. His hands fiddle with the rose-gold on your ring finger, “You still wear this?”

“Well, a boy did give up many milk-breads to save up for this ring.”

Memories, of a lovesick 17-year-old saving money for two years to give his girlfriend the best birthday present possible at the time, flood back in.

It’s tentative, the way you both inch closer. As he begins to lean in, you find yourself intertwine your fingers with his. Unable to withstand the anticipation, you close your eyes.

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