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bruhstories · 3 years

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Baby, I’ve Already got Your Heart

Summary: An accidental meeting between Armin and Y/N leads to an unhealthy obsession. Pairing: Armin Arlert x Fem!Reader (modern AU) Warnings: stalking, language, unprotected sex, loss of virginity, fingering, oral sex (male receiving), oral sex (female receiving), switch!Reader, switch!Armin, rope is involved. Word Count: 2.5 k

A/N: This fic is heavily inspired by this song. It is surprisingly wholesome, considering the tags xD

Armin Arlert. The purest man in the world. You accidentally met him one cold, rainy day when he entered your coffee shop for shelter and warmth. He naively talked to you, grateful for how nice you were with him, grateful for the cappuccino on the house, grateful for the towel you offered him to dry himself off. Little did Armin know, a fixation sprouted in your mind and heart, developing into the unhealthiest obsession. He was just so cute — and you just had to have him. It helped to know that you were both going to the same university, and after that, you knew everything about him: his Facebook, Instagram, email address, hell, you even knew his real address. To be fair, it was a piece of cake, the boy was absolutely clueless and whenever he 'accidentally' met you, he thought it was by pure chance. The next and most obvious step was to befriend people in his social circle, one Jean Kirstein, one Sasha Braus and one Connie Springer. Naturally, you did your homework, and you knew his best friends were Eren Jaeger and Mikasa Ackerman, but they weren't easy targets. Besides, it would jeopardise your entire plan, as you found Armin was considered a genius. An oblivious genius. He didn't know it yet, but you loved him and he loved you too, right?

A text from Sasha, months after you first met the angelic man, set your plan in motion. A casual gaming night at Armin's place, and you were invited. How perfect. Poor glutton Sasha had no fucking clue how much you were using her, how you told her you want to meet a cute guy, someone nice and caring, someone smart and attentive. The girl put two and two together and decided she just had to introduce you to one of her friends, especially that he was also interested in meeting a girl like you. Unbelievable — you acted surprised, met up with Sasha and left for Armin's little gaming night. You wouldn't let this opportunity go to waste. Starting from tonight, he'd be yours. Forever.

"Armiiiiiiiiin, I brought a plus one!" Sasha barged into his house. "This is my friend, Y/N. Y/N, Armin! Oh shit, pretzels!" The brown-haired woman left the two of you in the hallway and the blond flashed you a smile.

"I feel like I've seen you before." He mused as he closed the door behind you.

"If you ever drink coffee at Rose's you might've seen me there." You smiled and removed your leather jacket, revealing a Pearl Jam t-shirt.

"No way you listen to them!" Armin blurted.

"Are you kidding me? They're my favourite!" You lied through your teeth with a sickly-sweet smile.

"Mine too! Oh, I know, you're the girl who gave me a free cappuccino months ago!"

"I remember! You were drenched in rainwater." You laughed as the two of you entered the living room. "I had to mop up the puddles you left behind."

"I'm so sorry about that..." He blushed. Your heart fluttered and you couldn't wait to get your hands on him, but for the time being, you needed to behave.

"No worries, I just hope you didn't catch a cold." You assured Armin and sympathetically placed a hand on his shoulder. There he goes, blushing again. It couldn't be... was he a virgin? Fuck. This was better than you could've imagined.

"Who's this?"

"Oh, Mikasa, Eren, this is Y/N. She's friends with Sasha."

"Nice to meet you!" Eren shook your hand. "Oh, God, you listen to Pearl Jam, too? You nerds are going to get along just fine." He joked.

The night went great, and you actually had fun with Armin and his friends, despite not intending to mingle with them too much. People started leaving around 2 am, but Eren and Mikasa stayed longer. Too fucking long — and things were boring now anyway. You and Armin kept talking about video games and books, Mikasa fell asleep on Eren who was playing fucking Farmville on his phone. They had to leave as soon as possible.

"Hey, Y/N, we can take you home." Eren suggested and you froze. Shit.

"Didn't you say you're almost out of gas?" Armin questioned his friend.

"Ah, fuck, you're right. I still don't know how that happened — I fuelled the tank yesterday!" The brunette scoffed. "Guess you're on your own, Y/N."

"It's alright, I'll take an uber." You politely smiled.

"Alright, we'll wait for you."

Oh, for fuck's sake. Truth be told, you appreciated how nice and caring Armin's friends were, but you had a different goal to accomplish.

"You really don't have to, plus I have to use the bathroom." You excused yourself. "Um, where is the bathroom exactly?"

"Upstairs, first door on the right." Armin told you while gathering plates and cups from the table. You nodded and climbed up the stairs. Your hand hovered over the bathroom doorknob for a good minute, eyes drifting to the door next to it. Armin's bedroom, by the looks of it. Surely, you could take a look, right? Fuck it. You opened the second door and at first glance, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. LED and fairy lights encircled a corner of his room and, curiously, you walked closer to see what that was, because it didn't look like a desk. Your Y/E/C widened when you saw tens of framed photographs of yourself on the square table, objects you thought you lost and — Jesus, was that your bra? A rush of anxiety hit you, but before you could do anything, a blow to your head blurred your vision.

•°☆°•☆•°☆°•

Dark lashes fluttered as you opened your eyes. The sudden realisation that you were naked and restrained to a bed made you jolt. What just happened?

"Fucking finally, I thought you'd never wake up." Armin greeted you, but his voice was different, deeper and darker.

"Ar-ugh, Armin?" You groaned at the stinging sensation at the back of your head.

"You know, I was relieved you didn't leave with Sasha, otherwise you would've slipped between my fingers again."

Again?

"Ugh, and Eren and his stupid idea. 'We'll take you home.'" He mocked his best friend with a high pitch. "I've been dreaming for this moment since I walked into that shitty coffee shop."

You were at a loss for words. This was not the Armin you fantasised about, not the Armin you wanted. He was much more and much worse. And. So. Much. Better.

Alright then, you'd put up a show for him.

"P-please, Armin, please untie m-me! I'll be good, I p-promise!" You stuttered and whimpered, trying your best to sound genuine.

"Why, so you can run away?" The blond scoffed. So, he didn't know you stalked him. What a twist.

"I won't r-run, I swear!"

"Bullshit." Armin bent over your body, hands around your neck. You gasped and pretended to be startled by his touch, but in reality, your core was already burning with lust. You knew you couldn't keep up with this charade. "No, Y/N, I won't untie you. But we'll have so much fun." He sneered.

"You promise?"

"Yes. Wait—"

Your laughter filled the bedroom, genuine laughter that baffled Armin. Was this some sort of reverse psychology trick?

"Oh, Armin, even when you reveal your true colours, you're still oblivious to the reality of what's in front of you."

"Then enlighten me, what am I so oblivious to?" He folded his arms across his chest and waited.

"The fact that this was my fucking plan, too." You stretched as much as your restraints allowed you to and licked your lips. "I guess we both stalked each other without even knowing. How ridiculous."

"I think I would've known if you stalked me, Y/N."

"Really? Let me prove it, then. Your favourite food's Carbonara pasta, your favourite drink is peach and lychee iced tea, favourite movie is Interstellar, you lived on Sheena street until you were 12–"

"That's common knowledge, Sasha could've told you any of that." Armin blurted, growing impatient.

"You watch BDSM and asphyxiation porn between 10 pm and 11 pm every Tuesday, you're a virgin, you own a fleshlight–"

"Fuck, alright!" He threw his hands in the air, defeated. "So, what next?"

"You untie me and you tear me apart, Armin, that's what's next."

The blond hesitated before removing the cuffs on your ankles, still unsure about the ropes around your wrists. Clearly, you weren't making things up, but what were the chances of both of you stalking each other? For a brief moment, Armin felt guilty for hitting you and practically holding you captive, and you could see that on his face, but obsession and desire soon took over, and he reverted back to his darker self. His soft hands moved from your ankles to your knees, up your thighs and stomach, stopping above your chest, deciding it's best if you're not fully free. Armin licked his lips and climbed on top of you, unbuttoning his flannel shirt. You thought was surprisingly strong for such a thin man, but when the unbuttoned shirt revealed his chiselled abdomen, it made sense why he was strong.

"The wrists, Armin." You insisted but the blond clicked his tongue.

"I like you better when you're helpless." He pressed his lips onto yours in a hot kiss. A great kiss, you thought, your tongues wrestling for supremacy.

"Please, I want to touch you! I need to..." You trailed off, intoxicated by his smell, notes of saffron and cardamom. His hands roamed your shoulders, tickling your axilla and groping your breasts. "Please let me touch you, Armin!" You begged again, but he didn't say a word, his hot breath fanning over your oversensitive nipples, goosebumps all over your skin. His pink tongue poked out of his mouth and you watched him painstakingly slowly lick one of your nipples. It literally pained you to be unable to touch him, pull him closer to you. Alas, you had no choice, and despite yearning to be in control, it aroused you to have him control you.

"You smell so sweet." He abruptly stopped. "I bet you taste sweet, too."

"Armin..." His words made you brace yourself. While you weren't a virgin, you've never had anyone eat you out. The blond was already in between your legs, one hand resting under your thigh, the other gently touching your slick folds. Armin was so careful, like you were made of glass, and the ticklish sensation didn't help you at all. You wanted him to ram his cock inside of you and rearrange your guts, but he wanted to take his sweet time. The teasing only made you dizzy with pleasure, and you bucked your hips, trying to get him to move faster.

"You really need to learn to be patient, Y/N." Armin purred, pressing gentle kisses on your thighs. He lazily dragged his tongue across your slit, electricity shooting through your body. God, how you wanted to rip those ropes apart. Two fingers entered you and the blond gingerly licked your clit.

"Fuck– so... so good ah–" You couldn't form a sentence even if your life counted on it. Gradually, you could feel your orgasm building up and Armin sensed it, picking up the pace. His fingers thrusted harder and you arched your back, the intensity too much for you. "Armin, please! I wanna come with your cock in me!" The begging didn't stop him, he was determined to make you finish then and there. And he did — within seconds you melted under his touch, legs trembling with pleasure. Armin pulled back, his mouth messy with saliva mixed with your juices.

"You come when I want you to come." His voice was low, almost like a growl. He unbuttoned his jeans, and you watched him like a hawk, waiting to see just how big his was, and you were not disappointed.

"Please please please let me suck it, please!" You begged him, eager to taste him. He smirked and kissed you, all the while rubbing his cock.

"You want this?" Armin quirked a brow at you. The little shit, jacking off in front of you and you couldn't even do anything about it.

"Armin..."

"Say it. Say you want it."

"Armin!"

"Say it, Y/N." He groaned, precum leaking from his member. Fuck.

"I... I want it..." You eventually gave up.

"Good girl." The blond climbed back on top of you. He raised your hips and you placed your legs on his shoulder, his first thrust slow and deep. Armin couldn't help the moan escaping his lips — this was so much better than that shitty fleshlight and countless porn videos. You couldn't deny the fact that it hurt, despite your soaking cunt, but you quickly adjusted to his size. As Armin pounded you, the bed underneath the two of you started moving and screeching, and the ropes tied to the metal bedframe loosened and you felt your arms fall onto the pillows. In his frenzy, the blond didn't notice, so you took this opportunity to lower your legs and wrap them around his waist, one hand grabbing his soft locks, the other wrapping around his neck. You used his weight against him and turned him over. You were in control.

Armin was taken aback by this, but the feeling of your fingers squeezing his throat only turned him on more. You bounced up and down, throwing your head back and groaning. He gripped your hips tightly, thrusting his own hips against yours.

"F-fuck me harder, Y/N!" He begged and you sped up. You felt like a queen — no, a goddess — when he asked you to fuck him, the feeling of him inside of you so addictive. He was your drug, and your rehab, your poison, and your antidote. And you were his and his only. His cock was twitching in your cunt and knew he was close but you didn't want to risk it. Swiftly, you got off of him and wrapped your lips around his dick, bobbing your head up and down. It didn't take long for him to finish, hot liquid shooting down your throat with one final grunt. You swallowed it all and threw yourself next to him. It was breaking dawn already, but you weren't tired. Physically, yes, both of you were exhausted, but mentally it felt like you discovered a hidden gem.

"What the fuck did we just do?" Armin calmly caressed your hair as you nuzzled his neck.

"Are we talking about the obsessively stalking each other part or the part where you hit me in the head? Or the fucking?"

"The everything." He explained. "This is wrong."

"Did it feel wrong?" You asked him, your fingers idly tracing circles over his chest.

"Well, no..."

"Then it's not wrong." You shrugged. "Am... am I yours?"

"Yes." The blond instantly replied without a trace of hesitation in his voice. "Am I?"

"You've been mine the moment you set foot in that shitty coffee shop." You laughed.

"And what are we going to tell the others?"

"That we ended up talking all night and I stayed over?"

"Sounds like a plan." Armin kissed your forehead.

"By the way, I really don't like Pearl Jam." You admitted.

He laughed and it filled your heart with warmth. You have no idea why you and Armin were like that, or how things would be from now on, but you had a good feeling about it. Things were okay. You two were okay.

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forthekags · 3 years

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Number Nine

Kageyama Tobio X FemReader

Part 1

About: You were introduced to the Karasuno Boys’ Volleyball club during your second year. Yachi needed help after Kiyoko had taken her leave, so she asked you to join her. Although, it would have been smarter to look for a first year, but you were new and looked lonely. When you met the boys you were bit overwhelmed but they grew on you in no time. Kageyama was a little rough around the edges at first, he was awkward and couldn’t hold eye-contact. He was a blushing baboon for the first few days. He was sure to keep his distance but you only found it exciting and hilarious. Sure enough you two became friends from all your taunting and teasing. You’re about to enter your third year, and this was your make it or break it. You had to start thinking about your own future- and so did Kageyama.

The First Drop

You looked at the clouds and watched as they glided through the sky. The weatherman said it was supposed to rain later this afternoon, so you tried looking for that one cloud that hinted towards that. You were so busy looking at them you nearly tripped over a step if it wasn’t for Kageyama grabbing onto you.

“Your head is literally stuck in the clouds, Y/N.” You rolled your eyes when he tilted your head to look at him. “You’re going to fall and hurt yourself.”

You grabbed onto his sleeve and proceeded to look up again, “I won’t fall because you’ll be there to prevent it, simple.” You were so confident when you said it, it made his cheeks turn a shade of pink.

“I should let you fall so you can learn your lesson,” he pushed his glasses up his nose. He had started using them every now and then because of his sucky eyesight, all those late nights watching videos finally catching up to him. You glanced to your side watching him- he was staring straight ahead with a small pout and the same shade of pink on his cheeks. He was pretty.

He didn’t tug away from your hold, he never does now. He let you watch the clouds and was your guide through the tricky streets and potholes. You were walking to your house so you can set up your notes and help Kageyama with some homework. It became a routine last year when you learned he failed another test even though Yachi was helping both of the dummies during her lunchtime. When he showed up at your desk during lunchtime, he was ushered away by some classmates. You sleep during your lunch, and you are not to be disturbed. He remembers how you threw a book to his head when he got fed up. How are you going to give him a whole rant about grades during practice and then not tutor him during lunch!

You eventually set up a study session after practice at your house since it was nearby. Shoyo and Yachi would join you on specific dates (mostly when there was a big test coming up). But Kageyama went every day, even when there was no homework. On those days, he’d watch you read or you’d watch volleyball videos together and geek out over the professionals, which led to talking about his future; how he wanted to become the best. You loved watching his eyes shine as if he could physically see it, right then and there at arms reach.

Your mom thought you two were dating in the beginning. You would start a rant about how that wasn’t the case and how he was too dumb for you and he would say how much of bossy pants you were right to your own mother! (Although, she agreed with him). “Could’ve fooled me,” was her last comment about the subject. She got tired of you two freaking out over any small chance of her bringing it. But she loved having him over, he complimented her cooking every time.

“There it is!” you said excitedly, you pointed at this gray cloud in the distance. You grabbed Tobio’s hand and tugged him towards the cloud that was coming your way. He let out some grunts and apologized to some people you passed by and accidentally shoved. You reached a river rail and he thought he had to hold you down by the way you wanted to keep chasing after it.

“Y/N! It’s coming towards us! No need to run after it!”

You were excited, no- that’s an understatement. Was there a word for what you are?

Beautiful, he thought but quickly cleared from his mind. That’s not really what he was trying to look for. He was never good with synonyms. But you were... good with synonyms that is, well you are beautiful too- he was just thinking about the other stuff. Anyways! The cloud!

The cloud got closer and you could hear the rain. Tobio got his umbrella out and opened it up, ready for impact. When he tried to cover you with it, you let go of his hand looking at him before you shook your head. Suddenly the absence of your hand was louder than the drops, did he not notice you still holding it? You moved away and waited for the first drop to land on you and he watched you close your eyes and smile blissfully. He gulped when his heart skipped a beat. The rain was cold, he could feel how it lowered the temperature around you two, but you enjoyed it.

“Y/N,” he complained, “you’re going to get sick.”

You opened your eyes and caught his worried ones. All you could do was smile. Rain was blissful weather- it wasn’t a downer like everyone says it is, it’s therapeutic. It’s scary when it rumbles but there’s nothing like its soft drops. They refresh you and let you stop to just feel everything and nothing at once.

This was your limbo, he thought. Your perfect state of mind. He didn’t want to disturb you, so he just watched silently until you turned to him again with an idea dancing in your eyes.

“Dance with me, Tobio.”

“Wha- what! Hell no! I’m not going to join you in your sickness!” He staggered, “I don’t even know how to dance.”

“Please Tobio, one dance and we can go home and get changed so you won’t get sick.” Your eyes pleaded and he wavered instantly. He usually wins in debates, but when it was something you really wanted... how can he say no?

“Fine! But just one and we go okay?” He put his umbrella away and let the rain drench him as it had to you. You smiled at him and jumped with happiness.

“That’s exactly what I said!”

He put his hand on your waist and the other out for you to grab. You jumped into position and stepped closer to him making him go red and look away from you. You didn’t have to look at him, but you did and you enjoyed every second of it. There was no music, and it surprised you that he didn’t try to use that as an excuse, but you swayed with him. His hair was now wet and dripping drops onto your nose and it made you smile again.

Kageyama was smooth on his feet, which must be a perk from being an athlete, but you always saw him as only-on-the-court type of smooth and a clutz everywhere else. But he guided you swiftly, twirled you every now and then just to bring you right back to him. You laughed and he smiled whenever he did it. As it was coming to a halt, you rested your head on his chest and he hugged onto you. Can he just stay here? Holding onto you and you to him.

“Y/N…” he said softly breaking the trance. Of course not.

You stepped away and gave him a sad smile. “Alright, let’s go princess.” You grabbed your stuff from the floor and picked up the umbrella that he had. Kageyama didn’t move from his spot, instead, he took a deep breath and held it as you covered both of you under the umbrella. You were going to say something witty but the intensity in his eyes stopped you. “Kags?”

"Sorry… I just… uh- nevermind."

He grabbed the umbrella from your hand and set it up a bit higher. You offered a comforting smile instead of pressuring him to tell you, and he silently thanked you. As much as you loved to taunt him, you never wanted to tease him about his struggle to express himself. You'll go all day talking about his grades and clumsiness or when he messes up a serve during practice. But not this.

You and Kags walked back to the route of your house, your ETA increasing after your little detour. There was an annoying silence settling in, so you decided to compliment him.

"I didn't know you could dance, Tobio." You looked over and saw that pink shade go a little darker over his cheeks. He didn't reply so you pressed on, "Once you get a girlfriend, you have to treat her to a good dance."

You were gleaming and being supportive again. That comforting smile was stitched onto your face permanently it seems, but he didn't mind. What did bother him though was this talk about a girlfriend.

"That's ridiculous," he mumbled under his breath. You didn't catch it entirely, but it wasn't something you didn't expect from him.

You stared ahead and thought about the previous year. Kageyama had a small little fan club of admirers from a variety of students, according to Yachi, it had picked up even more during their second year. Some would give him notes during lovely holidays, hell- you'd eat his gifted chocolates with him during those days. Some of them really knew how to pick the right sweets… But you've never seen him gift one of them back. Sometimes, you wondered what would happen if you… if you would bring him sweets with a heart sketched onto a note. What would he do?

"Hey, Kags? Why don’t you date?” You didn’t mean to bring it up or maybe you did… But you didn’t want to know the answer. No matter what it was.

He shuffled a bit uncomfortable thinking it was another joke or something for you to tease him about. However, when he glanced down at you to tell you to mind your own business, he saw a rare blush. He can count on one hand the times he’s seen that blush, each memorable in their own way. His favorite was when he caught you staring while he took his shirt off in the gym and right when he was about to tease you, you denied such action and said you were daydreaming about some fantasy world.

So, he thought about it. Genuinely trying to come up with an answer. What does dating even look like? It must take up some time… He was never the best at time management, and if he’s already thinking about that it would feel like just another chore. That wouldn’t be fair to either of them.

“I don’t think it’s possible for me to date,” he explained, “with volleyball and practice and stuff, it’ll just be a waste...”

Oh, you thought. That is the most logical answer he could give. But you felt… you felt like that wasn’t fair. Was volleyball really going to take up all his time?

Yes, it is! He lives for the sport. It’s his everything, that’s the very same thing you love about him- admire- admire about him. So… would you be hurt if he had to cut you out, too? Are you going to just be waiting for him to leave you behind whenever his volleyball career gets more serious? You’re already taking up most of his time. Like now. The last thing you want to do is hold him back.

While you struggled with your thoughts, you were quiet and sulking outside. Kags noticed it right away.

“Are you okay?”

You snapped back to reality and gave a forced smile. “Yeah, of course.” He caught on pretty quick but instead of thinking you were bothered by it, he thought you were petty because of his answer.

“Were you planning on asking me out?” He raised his eyebrow and teased you.

You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms over your chest. That serious sad gleam in your eye was disappearing along with it.

“You wish, simpleton.”

You teased each other along the way, your anxieties dying down for the rest of the evening, and it was all normal for a bit. Until he left for the day, and as you watched him walk away you got that lonely feeling again.

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pietrotheavenger · 5 years

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learn to love

chapter 5 - ‘til i forget about you

summary: steve and y/n don’t get along. now, they have to.

warnings: swearing & alcohol

pairings: au!steve rogers x fem!reader, wanda x vision

a/n: this chapter is 4k words long you’re very welcome

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steve didn’t wake y/n up. she looked so comfortable, tucked deep into his covers. her face was smashed against the pillow, her breaths leaving her parted lips in soft sighs. she hadn’t slept much the night before, anyways. it was better to leave her sleeping.

he freshened up before returning downstairs to his family. “where’s your girl?” sophia suggestively asked, wiggling her eyebrows. she was sitting on the couch, scrolling through her phone.

“sleeping,” he replied. “don’t you have some homework to do or something?”

“oh, fuck off,” she scoffed.

“language.”

he entered the kitchen, scratching his jaw. “hey, ma,” he greeted.

“steven, be a dear and set the table?” she set down a stack of plates on the island.

“sure,” he picked the plates up. “by the way, y/n fell asleep upstairs and i didn’t wake her up because i want her to get some rest. i don’t know if she’ll come down for lunch.”

“that’s fine. you’re so sweet for letting her sleep in. i’ve always said that you’re the sweetest rogers,” she beamed, pinching his cheek.

“thanks, ma,” he responded, sheepishly.

he headed to the breakfast nook where a bowl of salad awaited the family. “here?” he asked.

“well, if she’s not coming down, then yes.”

he began setting the table for the six of them. “so, what do you think of her?”

“she seems nice. i think she’s a good fit for you.”

“good fit?”

“yeah, i mean you can’t keep your hands off of her. and i feel like she keeps you on your toes.”

“she definitely keeps me on my toes,” he chuckled.

“and you need that. you would get bored if she didn’t.”

“you’re right.” steve continued setting the table in silence.

“does she make you happy?”

he pondered the question for a moment, pausing at his work. “yes,” he answered, genuinely. after a few minutes of silence, simon seemingly appeared out of thin air.

“what’s up, genitals and gentlemen?” he said, enthusiastically.

sophia cackled from the couch, but their mother gasped, “simon andrew rogers!”

“hey, i did not use any swear words,” he pointed out.

“that’s still vulgar.”

“it’s funny, though,” steve giggled.

“you kids drive me crazy,” she sighed as steve and simon high fived.

lunch was pleasant aside from steve being grilled on y/n. it was nice for the family to be back together like nothing had changed. “why don’t we talk about sawyer’s girlfriend?” he tried to steer them away from the topic of him and y/n.

“no!” sawyer yelled.

“we know enough about gina,” his mother waved them off. “however, y/n…” she trailed off.

“well, her favorite color is yellow, she likes sunflowers and strawberries, she can’t hold her liquor, and she’s really good at cooking but hates doing it,” he blurted out any information about her that he could think of. “okay? is that enough information for you guys? can i get back to my salad?” he looked at all of them carefully.

“y/n can’t hang,” sophia snickered.

“neither can you,” he retorted.

“no fair!”

“listen here, you gremlin-”

“enough!” joe yelled. “we’re having a nice family lunch, okay?”

“okay,” steve and sophia grumbled.

the rest of the lunch continued smoothly. once it was over, everyone retreated to their corners of the house. rosie followed steve up the stairs. he let her into the room before closing the door. y/n was splayed out on the bed. she slept on her stomach, with one leg drawn up and the other straight out. the sheets were tangled with her limbs. he slowly unwound it from her and properly covered her. rosie jumped up onto the bed and laid down at the end, her head in her paws. “sweet girl,” steve cooed, scratching behind her ears.

he had drawn the curtains over his windows, earlier, but the sheerness still brought in some soft light. he examined the books on his shelves before pulling out one well worn copy of his favorite book, anna karenina. he hadn’t taken it with him when he moved out because he didn’t want to lose it. he owned at least a dozen other copies of the book, anyways. he opened the book up to the inscription inside the cover.

steve,

happiest birthday ever to america’s golden boy! picked up this book because the pretty girl at the bookstore recommended it. she had a lip ring. she told me i lived many lifetimes of despair with you if this was the book that i settled on for you. i suppose i may have lived many terrible lifetimes, but as long as i lived them with you, it doesn’t matter.

with you ‘til the end of the line,

bucky

he sighed, running his fingers over the fading ink. he leafed through the pages as he sat down with his back against the bookshelf. he had highlighted all the quotes in the book that he liked. he stopped at a random page and read the quote that he had highlighted on that page.

“he stepped down, trying not to look long at her, as if she were sun, yet he saw her, like the sun, even without looking.”

y/n made a noise and he looked up. she was stillfast asleep. he continued reading along that page, and continued on with that chapter, and accidentally continued on with the book. he heard y/n stir. his eyes flickered to her and then to the clock. 5:57, it read. they were meant to go to dinner with the barnes’ and the maximoff’s at 7:30.

her eyes fluttered open and met his. “hi,” he whispered. she sleepily hummed back. he closed the book and set it back onto the shelf. he got up and sat down on the edge of the bed. he brushed her hair away from her face and let his hand stay on her face. “i’m sorry about earlier,” he mumbled, stroking his thumb along her cheekbone.

“s’all good,” she replied. she raised her arms above her head and stretched, emitting soft moan. “neither of us were at our best.”

“we’re going out to dinner in an hour. i’ll let you get ready.”

“dinner? what time is it?”

“almost 6.”

“oh, fuck,” she threw the covers off and jumped out of bed. she began rifling through her bag, pulling out clothes and toiletries. “where’s the bathroom?” she demanded.

“first door on the right.”

when she flew out of the room, he began getting ready, too. he took his time as he showered in another bathroom and returned to the room, a towel slung low on his hips. y/n was back and sitting on the bed, brushing makeup onto her cheeks. if she noticed him, she didn’t do anything to suggest that she did until he closed the door.

“stevie, could you-” she began turning to him but froze. “you’re naked!” she hissed.

“yes, i am,” he chuckled. she threw a pillow at him. “hey!” he cried.

“get your dick out of my face! and when you’re done with that, do you mind looking for my white heels in my suitcase?”

“anything for you, darling,” he rolled his eyes. he tugged on a pair of boxers under the towel before letting it fall to the ground. she tried not to drool at the rippling of his back muscles as he went through his suitcase to find a shirt. he settled on a silky burnt orange shirt. he buttoned it up and grabbed a pair of black slacks and pulled them right up. as he was doing up the belt, there was a knock at the door.

“it’s me!” simon called.

“you good?” steve mouthed to her. she nodded. “come in!”

simon opened the door. he was dressed in a forest green button up and dark brown dress pants. “mom said you guys have twenty minutes before we have to go. we’re taking two cars, by the way,” he told the pair.

“i’ll take y/n and sawyer,” steve offered.

“sounds good. maybe dad will let me drive his car,” simon grinned mischievously.

“in your dreams, buddy!” steve laughed.

“hey, it’s gonna happen, one day!” he began closing the door, but before he closed it all the way he said very quickly, “you look really pretty, y/n.”

“thank you,” she giggled. she finished swiping on her red lip color, and a moment later, she zipped up her makeup bag. “okay, i think i’m done with that,” she said to herself. she stood up and examined herself in the full length mirror. she wore a black maxi dress that had a plunging neckline and small yellow flowers printed all over. there was a slit up the left leg that ended near the top of her thigh. she layered the same three gold necklaces she always did.

“shoes?” she turned around where steve stood, holding her white heels out for her. “thank you,” she smiled. she slipped her feet into them, sprayed perfume, and picked up her brown purse. she pet rosie as she asked, “how do i look?”

“not bad, y/l/n,” he cheekily responded. “how do i look?” he spun around for her.

“your collars all fucked up.” she made grabby hands at him and he crossed the distance between them to stand in front of her as she smoothed out the collar. “better,” she said, quietly. “ready?”

“ready,” he nodded. he opened the door and offered her an arm. “shall we?”

“let’s just fucking get this over with.”

the drive to the barnes’ house was nice and calm in steve’s jeep. only god knew the havoc that simon was wrecking in the other car. sawyer was the shyest of the rogers but y/n managed to pull some light conversation from him. when they arrived to their destination, steve leaned in and whispered to her as they walked up the steps to the house, “he likes you.”

“of course he does,” she whispered back. he rolled his eyes.

they were the first ones to show up. mrs. barnes greeted them at the door. “steve! it’s been too long!” she exclaimed.

“hi, winnie,” he smiled as he hugged her tight. when he pulled away, he gestured to y/n. “this is my girlfriend.”

“oh, it’s lovely to meet you, sweetie,” winnie gushed as she pulled y/n in for a hug.

“it’s great meeting you, too, mrs. barnes,” she laughed.

“call me winnie!”

the trio was brought into the house where they met mr. barnes, better known as george, and their daughter, rebeccah. she had gorgeous chocolate brown hair and the greenest eyes.

“where’s bucky?” steve asked, looking around.

“right behind you, punk.”

the whole group turned around and y/n’s heart skipped a beat at the attractive man standing in front of them. he had the same glossy hair as his sister and piercing blue eyes. stubble dotted along his jaw, which looked like it could pierce through a sheet of metal.

steve crashed into bucky, hugging him as hard as he could. bucky was everything for steve. they had been best friends since they learned what friends were. “i missed you,” bucky’s voice was muffled by his shoulder. “you’ve bulked up, huh?” he commented. when they pulled away, he squeezed steve’s bicep.

“you know, i’ve been hitting the gym,” the blonde man flexed. he made eye contact with y/n and beckoned her over. he introduced her to bucky.

“it’s a pleasure meeting you. especially since steve has so selfishly kept you all to himself. but, i can see why,” bucky flirted.

steve put his arm around her waist and pulled her into his side. “alright, buck-” he began, but the man in question waved him off.

“i’m not gonna steal your girl off of you,” he laughed. “yet,” he added.

“y/n, how do you like your wine?” rebecca asked, interrupting steve who had just opened his mouth to reply to bucky’s pass.

“white,” y/n and steve both said at the same time.

“i can handle myself, rogers,” she poked him in the stomach.

he bit back a snarky remark and instead smiled warmly at her, “i know, darling.” she sensed the slight bitterness in his tone and made a face at him. he mocked her expression.

“you’re truly a match made in heaven,” bucky chuckled.

“he truly is something else,” she said sarcastically, rolling her eyes.

“oh, tell me about it,” bucky sighed. “he thinks he can fight his way into and out of anything.”

“oh my god, right?! he’s the biggest dumbass i’ve ever met in my life! one time we went out clubbing and i forgot to bring cash. he almost started fighting the bouncer so i could get in. for what reason? there was an atm around the corner.”

“alright, honey,” steve laughed nervously, “that’s enough of that.”

“sounds like the time that i forgot to bring money to a high school basketball game and i couldn’t get in. he almost started fighting the security. back then, he was a shrimp. he would’ve gotten pounded into dust if our other friend hadn’t had some extra cash.”

“maybe that says something about me choosing forgetful friends?” steve interjected. just then, the rest of his family arrived, causing some commotion.

“i have drinks!” rebecca exclaimed, balancing two wine glasses and two glasses of whiskey in her hands.

“thank you,” he said, under his breath.

“i like this bucky,” y/n quietly told him as rebecca passed out the drinks.

“a little too much, if you ask me.”

she didn’t have time to ask him what he meant by that because rebecca spoke up, “so, stevie, where have you been hiding y/n from us?”

“i didn’t want to tell anyone about her because, you know, we haven’t been together for that long. i didn’t want to speak too soon,” he looked down at her. she returned his gaze but looked away because his eyes were burning into hers. she rested her head on his chest and smiled. he kissed the top of her head.

“you’re so cute together,” rebecca gushed.

“steve, y/n! come here!” mrs. rogers called from the kitchen.

he moved his arm around her shoulders and took her hand, instead. he pulled her towards his mom and y/n waved to the siblings they were leaving behind. she drained her wine just as they stopped at the kitchen island. he stood behind her, his hands on either side of her on the counter. her back was pressed into him. she put her hand down onto the counter, unknowingly placing her hand over his.

“let me help you with that,” someone said, taking her glass and refilling it. she looked over and had to keep herself from drooling. what was it with everyone in boston being unnecessarily attractive? he had curly bleached blond hair, greenish blue eyes, and a devilish smile. his biceps rippled under the fabric of his blue shirt. he caught her staring and smirked at her. “i’m pietro,” he said.

“piet! how’re you doing?” steve embraced him.

“great. we’ve been missing you,” he replied. she wanted to shove him into the hall closet and rip his clothes off.

“well, duty calls,” steve laughed. “this is y/n, my girlfriend.”

pietro pulled her in for a hug. she got a whiff of his cologne, which was heavenly to say the least. she closed her eyes and savored the hug. “okay,” steve said, tugging on her arm.

“steady, rogers,” pietro teased. “it’s so great to meet you, y/n,” he smiled. he had a slight accent to his words. she couldn’t put her finger quite on it. “come, let me show you my family,” he grasped her elbow and guided her away. she looked over her shoulder to steve, who was looking dejected. sorry, she mouthed. pietro then continued to introduce his parents, erik and magda, his twin sister, wanda, and his little sister, anya. wanda came with her fiancé, vision. he was a weird, british man. somewhere along the way, she also met mr. barnes better known as george. they all mingled and she finished off her second glass of wine before dinner started. steve came to find her and whisk her to the dining room. she was starting to feel the alcohol so she was giggling at him and poking him.

“alright, babe, stop,” he batted her hands away.

“hi simon!” she beamed as she collapsed into the chair next to them. “ooh, champagne!” she squealed reaching for the flute on the table. she began sipping on it.

steve took the seat next to her, placing his hand on her thigh. “sweetheart, why don’t you drink some water?”

“i’m fine, peach!” she kissed the tip of his nose. he felt his cheeks redden.

dinner went by without any major hiccups. at one point, simon and y/n were whispering to each other and she almost fell out of her chair due to laughter. simon had also been drinking so steve had to babysit both of them. he tried to keep them from drinking but there was no point in beating a dead horse. pietro sat in front of her and watched everything unfold with a smug expression.

after dinner, he pulled away to a secluded corner. they could see everyone, but no one could hear them. “can you cool it with the drinking? do you want to blow this?” he hissed.

“alright i’m sorry. i’m good. i’m sober,” her face changed into one of adorable seriousness.

“i know you may find pietro and bucky attractive but for the rest of the trip you’re kinda my girlfriend-” he tried to explain but she interrupted him.

“god the things i would let pietro to do to me,” she swayed, grabbing onto his arm for balance.

“that doesn’t matter. you sound ridiculous.”

“steve, relax. it’s not that deep.”

“don’t fucking tell me to relax. you’re the one who’s gonna fuck it all up for us!”

“well it’s not my fault that you can’t get a girlfriend and you’re afraid of facing the truth!”

“oh shit, my mom saw us,” he grumbled, grabbing her wrist and pulling her into the bathroom.

“steve! what’re we doing in here?” she struggled for second, but once he had locked the door, he let go of her.

“it’ll look like we’re up to something. set everyone off our trail,” he murmured, pressing his ear to the door to listen.

“whatever,” she rolled her eyes. she opened up her purse and pulled out her lipstick.

“i need a vacation when we get back,” he grumbled. he opened up his phone and saw a text from natasha.

how’s everything going with my favorite couple?

he snapped a picture in the mirror. he stood in the background with his hand in his pocket while she leaned in close to the mirror, touching up her makeup. he had to admit, they looked good together. he typed out a text to accompany it and hit send.

“can you kiss me so it looked like we were making out?” he tapped his cheek and turned his head for easy access. she grabbed his face and planted a sloppy kiss on his lips. he stumbled backwards into the door when she let go. “what the fuck? y/n the contract!”

“fuck the contract!” she messed his hair up before throwing up the door open. he saw his reflection in the mirror before he was dragged out. he looked like a hot mess.

when they exited, anya caught sight of them, her big hazel eyes widening. she nudged bucky who looked to them then promptly choked on his whiskey. “steve,” he coughed then gestured to his mouth.

steve wiped his lips, knowingly leaving a corner. he carded his fingers through his hair as y/n dropped his hand and went to talk with mrs. barnes. mrs. rogers came rushing towards him like a train.

“have some shame, steven grant,” she scolded. she rubbed the lipstick off of his face while shaking his head.

“sorry,” he said, giving her a charming smile. he knew it was the smile that she could never stay mad at.

“you can’t help yourself, can you?” she shook her head.

“c’mon, ma. we’re just young and dumb.”

“and in love, clearly,” she grumbled.

he swallowed hard at her words. “alright, i think we’re gonna go home in a few. i told you she can’t hold her liquor,” he changed the subject.

“okay. don’t do anything stupid.”

“no promises,” he kissed her cheek. he mingled for a short while more before heading back to the house, a drunk y/n and simon in tow. he made both of them sit in the back.

“stevie, i’m cold. can you put the heat on?” she whined.

“yeah, stevie,” simon echoed.

“of course, honey,” he said through gritted teeth.

simon poked his head into the front and said, “pass me the-pass me the-pass me the-pass me the aux cord, man.”

the older brother did as he was told. simon fumbled with the cord for several moments before successfully connecting his phone. suddenly, at full volume, ‘til i forget about you by big time rush started blaring through the car speakers. steve flinched hard.

“fuuuuuuuck! i love this song!” she threw her hands up in the air.

“i get a call on random afternoon. i pick it up and i see that it’s you. like my heart, you were breaking the news. you say, ‘it’s over, it’s over, it’s over.’” the pair sang at the top of their lungs. steve knew that y/n had done choir all years of high school. he was surprised at how off-key she was singing.

“can i turn it down?” steve asked.

“NO!”

when they pulled up to the house, they both refused to get out of the car. he physically dragged them out. he threw y/n over his shoulder and pinched simon’s ear as he pulled them up the stairs to the front door. she giggled uncontrollably. she tried holding her head up but she physically couldn’t. simon yelped, trying and failing to slap his brother’s hand away. rosie greeted them at the door, enthusiastically wagging her tail.

“get to your room before i beat your ass,” steve threatened simon. he took her to the kitchen and set her down on the island. she kicked her feet back and forth as he got her a glass of water.

“i’m hungry,” she stated.

“you just ate,” he deadpanned.

“i want toast,” she said, laying on her back.

“butter?”

“always.”

when the toast popped out of the toaster, he brought it to the island. he began buttering it but paused when she wrapped her arms around his neck. she hugged him tight and didn’t let go. so, he continued buttering the toast behind her back. he took a bite before saying, “here, babe,” and handing her the slice. he began buttering the other slice. he stood with his legs far apart, and her legs in the middle of his.

“i’m having a great time. i’m glad you invited me,” she told him.

he couldn’t hide his smile. “i’m glad you’re having a great time.”

“being your girlfriend isn’t half bad if i get to get drunk and eat bread,” she remarked.

“yeah?” he tilted his head to the side as he bit into the other slice of toast. his heart fluttered at her calling herself his girlfriend, even if it was fake. it was the first time he’d heard her say it. “let’s see if you think that in that morning, when you’re hungover.” be smoothed her hair out of her face and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “let’s go to sleep.”

“carry me, steve,” she demanded.

“oh no, it seems that i’ve spoiled you, already,” he groaned, picking her up bridal style. she snuggled into his chest.

“i must be carried everywhere from now on,” she yawned.

by the time he had made it up the stairs, she had fallen asleep. he slipped her into bed. “you need to change, darling,” he whispered. she sleepily raised my arms. “i’m not doing it,” he added.

she pulled the dress off of her, struggling to get it over her head. “help,” her voice was muffled by the fabric.

he tugged the dress the rest of the way over. “where’s your pajamas?” he questioned.

“let me sleep,” she mumbled, receding into the covers.

he grabbed one of his shirts from his drawer and forced her to sit up one last time as he slipped it over her head. “you’re not getting makeup on my bedding,” he tapped her shoulder.

“suck my dick,” she responded.

he sighed in defeat. he dug around and found makeup wipes at the top of her suitcase. he pulled one out and began lightly wiping her face. he was afraid of putting too much pressure and hurting her. finally, it was his turn to undress and slip under the covers and into a deep sleep.

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thecursedvaultchild · 5 years

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Sacred Blood

Needed a break from the prompts so have this with @hogwartsmysterystory and his child Ethren Whitecross 💚

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Two sixth-years walked down the halls, coming from their Ancient Runes class. One was a Gryffindor with a broody expression and tousled brown hair falling in front of it, the other a Slytherin with a teasing grin on her face and silver hair flowing behind her.

"Professor Babbling certainly was babbling on today." The girl nudged the boy, snickering.

He rolled his eyes but couldn't help the faint smile. "You say that, what, after every class? Isn't it getting old, Summer?"

"You still smile so it must still be funny to you. Admit it, Ethren, you enjoy having someone studying this with you who also has a great sense of humor."

"Fine!" He threw his hands up, shoulder bag swinging wildly. "It's nice having someone also interested in becoming a Curse-Breaker in Runes with me."

"Hey, watch where you're going, filth!"

Ethren looked over at who he had just accidentally hit while passing by. An angry fourth-year Slytherin, spindly and mousy looking, glared up at him. It was honestly like a pathetic looking puppy trying to be intimidating

"Sorry."

"You better be sorry, you muddy half-blood. Thinking you own the place."

Honestly, Ethren was going to just walk away but unpleasant anger flashed across Summer's face and she snapped at the kid, twirling her wand in her hand.

"Shut up, Smith. Besides, aren't you a half-blood too?"

The fourth-year's face flushed bright red. "That's not... Well, he, he has American wizard blood! That's not exactly pure or even half!"

"If you want to get into being "pure," I'm a Selwyn, remember? Sacred Twenty-Eight? And this pureblood is telling you to shut up about the whole thing and get out of our way before I hex you. I don't think Snape would like to see you waltz into class."

It was well known that Summer Charn was unusually proficient at Tarantallegra. The kid, Smith, apparently, also seemed aware of this fact. His face was a tomato and he started edging away from her pinning gaze. "Yeah, yeah. I'll, uh... get going."

He hurried away towards the dungeons and she called out after him, "Say something like that again and you'll get a month's worth of detention!" Then the prefect faced Ethren again and kept heading towards the library. Her anger had cooled but still flickered in her blue-green eyes. "C'mon, we need to get started on those translations."

The Gryffindor fell into step beside her and gave her an appreciative nod. "Thanks."

"Oh, think nothing of it. I'm not going to let people insult my friends, especially over something as idiotic as blood. Even if said friend is somewhat of an American idiot."

He bumped her and she just laughed but quickly quieted as they stepped over the threshold into the library. Madam Pince sat her desk only a few feet away and looked cross. As usual. What a stick in the mud.

"Lau just introduced you to Green Day, didn't he?" He lowered his voice as they claimed a table near the bright windows.

She nodded, pulling out a textbook. "Mhm. Good Muggle rock music. We even went to a concert this past summer..." And her focus was taken by the pages in front of her.

Ethren shrugged his bag off and brought out his own textbook. Advanced Rune Translation by Yuri Blishen stared him in the face. He should also get to work on their homework. But something Summer had said nagged at him. Something while scaring off that Smith kid with pureblood bragging. What was it? The Sacred something?

"Hey, Sum."

"Hmm."

"What was that thing you were talking about? The Sacred Twelve or whatever."

"The Sacred Twenty-Eight."

"Yeah, that. What is it?"

"Wait. You've never heard of it?" She looked up, confused. "It's important blood stuff here."

"No. Should I have?"

"You really don't know?" Her eyes rolled back into her head and she closed her book. "I can't believe this. Your lack of education of British Wizarding history and culture is shockingly lacking."

He shrugged. "Blood isn't a big deal in America."

"Well, here, it is."

She neatly pushed her book aside, folded her hands together, and looked at him. This he'd come to recognize as her tutor mode taking over. Honestly, if she wasn't so ambitious, he was certain she would've been in Ravenclaw. Like her dad? He was pretty sure that had been him.

"So blah blah blah Binns talked about the witch huntings driving wizards into hunting blah blah blah the idea of keeping the community safe from risky outsiders over time corrupted into the whole idea of pureblood supremacy blah blah blah. In the 1940's, the Sacred Twenty-Eight was anonymously published (I say anonymously but everyone's pretty sure it was a Nott.) It listed the last surviving, supposedly fully 'pure' families in Great Britain. Families like the Potters didn't make the cut as their name was too Mugglish. The Weasleys are on it but I don't know if they were considered blood traitors all the way back then.

"Muggle-lovers, 'traitors' to purebloods," she answered before he could ask. His jaw promptly closed.

"Anyway, it was this whole big controversy but lots of old-fashioned wizards stick by that list as a symbol of honor or whatever. It's a load of Doxie droppings, but..." She shrugged. "It certainly works to shut up people who care about."

His brows furrowed together, mulling over what she had said. This was new information for sure. "So, the Charns are on the list? Big in Wales, or something like--"

She burst out laughing. And was immediately shushed by a furious Madam Pince. Leaning closer to him, she kept on whispering.

"No, they're not on the list. Never would be. The Selwyns, my mum's side, is. Old pureblood family. Didn't you ever wonder why I ever lived in a manor?"

"Not really considering the Whitecross estate houses a mansion."

"Right. Forgot about that. That was... an interesting visit."

"I could say the same about Selwyn Manor."

"Fair. A place buried with Dark magic is decent competition for an amateur Curse-Breaker. And my grandfather," she made a face, "can be such a delight."

"Again. Could say the same but about my father."

They sat there, silence hanging between them, both deep in thought. Rather crazy how they could be so different yet so alike. Ethren figured it was part of what made them such good friends.

"Hey." She bit her lip a little but pressed on. "I don't care what any stupid fourth-year or idiot from before the Beatles thinks. Blood is just that: blood. It can bond. It can be spilled. It can be strong or weak. But I think your blood is just as sacred as mine. Wanna know why?"

"Why?"

"Because you're my friend. And I love you."

His heart warmed a little and he cracked a grin. "Thanks. Love you too."

She giggled softly, lightly kicking him under the table. "Don't let Merula hear you say that," she winked. And Summer Charn was back.

He shook his head and they both became absorbed in their work.

Fin.

#i guess this can be counted as fluff right? it was sweet #ethren whitecross #summer charn #lau king #hphm #hogwarts mystery #hogwarts mystery fanfic #hphm fic

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kpoprunsmylifenow · 5 years

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That One Classmate

Taeyang x Reader

Fluff

Summary: Taeyang was new at the shop, Youngbin had hired him when he started looking for a new artist.

You’d been a receptionist at the shop for a while. You worked there while you were working towards your degree, and it helped to concentrate on your work. You felt at ease sitting in your rolly chair and working on a paper when it was slow. When you started having to help the new guy, who’s name you now knew as Taeyang, only made it to where you had to show him around and answer his few questions.

After a week of being there, he started to find his way around the shop. He stopped asking you questions, and mostly talking to you all together, which made you sad. You’d enjoyed his company when he’d come to the front of the store.

“Hey Y/N.” You heard Dawon say as he came back with your food.

“Hey Dawon.” You sighed.

“What’s up buttercup?” He asked as he moved to sit on top of the desk.

“College mostly.” You answered honestly.

“What’s the other?” He handed you your food and you pushed your laptop away to eat.

“Um, I’m pretty sure I have this crush on this guy. And he used to talk to me but now he won’t.” You hoped he wouldn’t ask who, but you knew Dawon wanted to know every little detail.

“OOOOO!” He yelled out.

“Shut up Dawon!”

“Y/N HAS A CRUSH!” He screamed as he ran around the shop. You groaned and put your head into your hands. He ran back into the front room. “WHO?” You shook your head.

“If I tell you, you’ll tell the whole damn shop.” You pulled your back in front of you and started working on your paper again.

“Well if you don’t want me telling people in the shop, they must work here.” He grinned evilly when you spun around quick. You narrowed your eyes at him. “And I know a certain guy stopped talking to you after he stopped needing to ask you stuff.” This made you shake your head and turn around, but in reality your heart hurt a little at that statement. And it wasn’t because he was wrong, it was because he was absolutely right.

A week later, you were coming in after a very long day on campus. You went into the chill room and threw your bag on the couch and went back into the front room to sit at your desk.

“You okay?” You heard Youngbin ask. You nodded, knowing if you tried to actually answer him you’d burst into tears. Everything that could’ve happened today that could’ve went wrong did. You spilt coffee on yourself when someone ran into you, and they then tried to say you ran into them. Then when you got to class, your professor decided to do a pop quiz and you definitely failed that. And when you went to eat lunch, it dumped out in your bag. You’d had to stop by your house to change before work, where you had to turn around so you could go back to your house and grab your laptop. He came up to you and ran his hands through your hair. “Let me go get a brush and hair bow so I can put your hair up.” He said as he walked away.

When you heard someone come in you lifted your head up, to see one of the guys in your class. He was definitely a fuckboy and had tried to flirt with you on multiple occasions.

“Oh, I didn’t know you worked here.” He said as he leaned up against the desk.

“Yes, I work here. So what are you here for?” You asked as you looked through the booking list.

“Well I was here for a tattoo, but now I’m here for you.” He winked at you and you sighed.

“Who is your tattoo with?” You asked as you pulled Hwiyoung’s booking list out too to check.

“Um, pretty sure his name is Taeyang.” You nodded and flipped to his section.

“Yep. Let me go see if he’s ready.” You said as you got up. You walked by Youngbin. “I’ll be a minute. One of the fuckboys from my class is here for a tattoo.” He nodded his head.

“I’ll go out front and wait for you then.” He said as he pulled you into a hug. You stood there for a few minutes before you pulled yourself together and walked back to where they did all the tattoos.

“Tae!” You yelled.

“Yep!” You saw him poke his head out his station.

“You got a booking. Are you ready?” You asked as you leaned up against the wall going inside his station.

“Yep. You can send him on back.” He said as he pulled out his drawing book. You nodded and went back to the front.

“He’s ready for you. Just go through that door and he’s the first station on the left.” You pointed at the doorway you’d just came through.

“Darlin, you ain’t gonna show me yourself?” This made you grit your teeth. Youngbin thankfully saved you.

“I have her doing something, but I think you’ll fair fine on your own.” He said as he wrapped his arm around you. You watched him stomp away and you wanted to melt into the floor. “He left his number on like 4 sticky notes.” And then you actually did melt to the floor.

“Today can just end right now and that’d be great. I’d be fine if it did.” You said as you felt him wrap his arm around you again to lift you into your chair.

“I’m gonna play with your hair while YOU start on some homework.” He said as he pushed you over to your desk and put your laptop in front of you. You sighed and opened it up.

A few hours later, someone came in wanting something appraised. So when he wondered back with the guy, Taeyang and your classmate came into the front.

“Yo, this looks so dope.” He said as he shook Taeyang’s hand again.

“So how much is it Tae?” You asked so you could get him out of here.

“For this session it’s $200. But if he pays it all it’d be better.” You groaned in your mind, you didn’t want to see him again. It was already bad enough that he knew where you worked now. He eventually decided to pay for it all, and noticed the sticky notes in the trash.

“Aww, babe. You didn’t want my number?” He laughed a little when you said a firm no. “Oh so you wanted my address so you could come by later.” But before you could answer, you felt an arm go around your waist.

“She’s gonna say no dude.” You heard Taeyang saw from behind you.

“Oh is it because she’s with you? Is that why you got so pissed when I was asking about her since you work with her?” He asked as he crossed his arms.

“As a matter a fact, yes. If I could’ve turned you away after I started the tattoo I would have.” He said as he put his head on your shoulder. “So if you could leave now, I’d like to actually ask her about her day since she’s obviously had a not so good one.” And then, finally, he left.

“Thank you.” You said quietly, liking the feeling of being in his arms.

“You’re welcome. I was tired of sitting there with him, so I ended his session early.” He said as he buried his head into your neck. “I could tell you had a bad day, so I wanted to ask you out on a date.” He said as he withdrew from your neck, but kept his arm around your waist.

“How do you know?” You asked, thinking that this was another thing to go wrong today. He was definitely asking you on a date because someone told him you liked him.

“That you like me?” You nodded. “Well, I had a suspicion when Dawon was running around the shop that day yelling about your crush, but then it started to click about what you said. And then Zuho was talking to me and accidentally let it slip.” You blushed and hid your face in your hands. You would never trust any of these boys with your secrets again, except maybe Chani. Chani was evil and sweet, and he knew what your wrath felt like.

“You don’t have to ask me on a date if you don’t want to.” You said quietly, trying to escape from him.

“Hey, no. I asked you because I like you too. Zuho told me because he knew that I liked you too. When I stopped talking to you was mainly because I didn’t know you well enough to ask you about things. When I would see you around the shop, I picked up on your mannerisms and figured out your personality from there.” You blushed. You couldn’t believe he actually liked you. “So what do you say to that date?” He asked again.

“Definite yes.” You said as you turned around and kissed his cheek. “Just make sure that if he comes back to actually kiss me next time.” You winked as you dipped around his frozen state.

“Yah!” He yelled and you both ran until he caught you again. “Guess I’ll have to actually kiss you before then.” And he softly put his lips on yours.

#sf9 fanfic #sf9 fanfiction #sf9 fic #sf9 fluff #sf9 taeyang #taeyang #tattooartist!au

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fandomimaginestrash · 5 years

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Safe - Peter Parker x Reader (Soulmate AU - Part 9)

A/N: Hallelujah, It’s been a while but I am finally happy with this part! This is going to be the final part of the series, so thank you to everyone who stuck with my rollercoaster upload schedule!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Peter asked, the two of you had English first, so there was no escaping his question.

“Yeah, I’m fine, honest” you answered.

After the lesson, you had a free period so you made your way towards the library, hoping it would be quiet enough that you could either get some homework done or catch up on some sleep. Preferably the latter. You must have really needed the sleep, because before you knew it, you were being woken up by the school bell. “Shit” you mumbled groggily as you hurried to pack your bag. You threw everything in hastily and began running down the corridor to your next lesson.

“No running in the hall please” you heard a booming voice say.

“Sorry Sir!” You shouted, slowing down to a hasty walk. Turning the corner and breaking back into a sprint, you ran straight into Ned and dropped the textbooks which you hadn’t managed to fit into your bag.

“Hey slow down” he laughed as he helped you pick the books up.

“Sorry Ned, I fell asleep in the library and now I’m late.” You cursed as you looked at the huge clock on the wall.

“Well if you’re already late…” he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

“What are you getting at Ned?” You asked, confused.

“Peter and I have one of the empty Science rooms to ourselves if you want in on the experiment we are doing?”

“You might want to work on re-phrasing that but sure, what the hell - I can catch up on some work.”

“That’s the spirit!” Ned enthused as the two of you walked to the science block.

“So what’s new?” Ned asked you, “I feel like the two of us don’t really hang out that much anymore”.

“Nothing new really.. except,” you paused, thinking about Ned not being very good at keeping secrets. Looking at him, you saw the excitement in his face at the idea of the two of you sharing the way you used to. Ultimately, you decided to tell him. “Except, I got my Soulmate tattoo” you whispered.

“What!” Ned shouted, his voice echoing through the empty school.

“Ned!” You shushed him

“Sorry, sorry,” he lowered his voice. “That’s so cool, can I see it?”

“Sure you can,” you answered “just.. not yet” you smiled.

“Oh, well does anyone else know? Do you know who it is?” His voice getting squeakier as he got more excited.

“You’re one of two people who know Ned,” you placed a hand on his arm as the two of you continued walking “and yes, I know who it is, or at least I think I do anyway.” His face lit up and you knew exactly what his next question would be. “No, Ned, I’m not going to tell you. Not until I’m sure.”

“I get it, that’s fair, but can I be the first to know?”

“Of course you can.”

The two of you arrived at the science block where Peter was already setting up a couple of bunsen burners and some test tubes. He didn’t see the two of you enter, he just heard the door open and close, followed by friendly greeting from Ned. He didn’t realise that you were standing closely behind Ned, and therefore he didn’t think to put on his jacket. His tight shirt sleeves were showing off his arms and his tattoo. Yours, of course covered up by your shirt sleeves.

“You’ll never guess who I ran into” Ned enticed him.

“Who?” Peter asked without looking up.

“Hey Pete” you peered around from behind Ned, prising Peters eyes away from whatever was on the piece of paper he was looking at.

“Hey, what.. what are you doing here?” He sounded panicked as he frantically looked around for something.

“Ned invited me, I was already late to my lesson so-” you cut yourself off mis sentence “what are you looking for?” You asked.

“My jacket.”

Peter had been acting a little strange recently, stranger than usual anyway and you were determined to get to the bottom of it. “So what’s this experiment you guys are doing anyway?” You asked, setting up your books on the next desk over. They began to explain, one interrupting the other at various times. They were so excited about whatever it was that you couldn’t actually catch a word of it. While they carried on putting different things into test tubes and generally making a mess, you couldn’t help but be distracted from your work by them. More often than not, finding yourself staring and silently laughing at the two of them. While they were working away, you couldn’t help but be so fascinated by them, how exited they got at each result.

Peter seemed a little more relaxed now than he did when you first entered the room. So relaxed that he had rolled up his sleeves and accidentally revealed his secret. “oh my god, I was right” you whispered to yourself. When Ned left the room, you plucked up the courage to walk over to Peter.

“What you doing?” You asked nonchalantly.

“Just writing up some results, it’s really interesting actually” he smiled. “Here,” he slid the paper over to you, “take a look.”

You looked down at the scribbles in front of you. “Wow, this is interesting!” You exclaimed, “You know what else is interesting?” You asked.

“What?”

“I know your secret Peter.”

“Wh.. what are you talking about?” He asked, slowly pulling his sleeves down. “I don’t have a secret.” He faked a laugh, trying to cover up the terror he was feeling inside.

“Oh please, it was so obvious! Maybe not straight away but once all the pieces fell into place, it was hard to ignore.” You paused, quietly enjoying seeing every terrible thought run through his head. “Spider-Man” you whispered.

“Sp.. Spider-Man?” He laughed again. “You think I’m-” he couldn’t finish the sentence, his fake laughter painfully obvious.

“Oh please, you came to class full of bruises and what, you expect me to believe you ‘walked into a door’? Repeatedly?”

“Okay okay, fine. I admit it, I am Spider-Man” he looked relieved “but you can’t tell anyone!”

“I promise” you replied. “Now that we’ve got that out of the way, I know about the tattoo as well.” You pulled up his sleeve to reveal the mark which matched your own.

Series tags: @fanboyswhereare-you @farfromjustordinary @brazilian-unicorn @terrible-terrible-blog @1dforeverandalwaysfan @heyyyyitsanie@tmrhollandkay @millies-art-blog @shakespeare-and-shenanigans @t-hollandd @tater-totts-hp @spidey-pal @terrainhead @star-incandescentdeni-gonzalez @courtneychicken @crankynewtkaramelblobber @melodythesaltshaker @mynicknameisroses @tomshufflepuff @butteryoptimisticpeanut @lemirabitur @weepingwinnerturtlepaper @binki-g @loxbbg - Some of these people can’t be tagged for some reason so If i have missed you out or you want to be added, let me know!

#peter parker #peter parker fic #peter parker x reader #peter parker imagine #peter parker reader insert #tom holland #tom holland fanfic #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland imagine #tom holland x reader #spiderman #spiderman fic #spiderman series #peter parker series #spiderman imagine #spiderman x reader #safe series

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parkandzhong · 6 years

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Joy | Dream

Hey anon? Thank you for giving me a reason to torture @rxnjuns ;)) anyway this is excluding Jaemin :( because he wasn’t around to do the Joy music video and it is probably shit lmao and I didn’t go back and check too much because I didn’t wanna be reminded of all the grammatical mistakes I made I'm sorry

Mark: He got a camera for his 17th birthday and started taking photos of all of his friends and posting it on his finsta (yes he has one - yes I just figured out what that actually is). One time he accidentally posted it on his public one and got a dm saying he was really talented, his love for it grew from there. He often spends his time behind the camera and eventually gets hired at a magazine company? Basically all he does is take random photos and gets featured as an upcoming photographer? He gets paid based on the quality of the photos he produces, and when he moves on to video producing the price increases. He is a little sad he has to slow down for a while due to school. BUT! It is pretty much a guaranteed full time job once he officially graduates high school.

Renjun: He can pinpoint all of his misfortunes in life down to one specific mistake in his life, becoming friends with Jeno. With Jeno came Jaemin and with Jaemin came Donghyuck. And, while Mark tried to restrain them, it just wasn’t happening. That is how Renjun is stuck giving Yuta a trampstamp because he lost a bet with Doyoung. Jaemin found an old tattoo machine and wouldn’t tell them where he got it (he found new needles) and they all just expected Renjun to be the one to use it. And by all I mean Donghyuck threw Renjun under the bus because he is in AP art. He refuses to give any of his other younger friends tattoo even though Jaemin has begged and he's been tempted to tattoo a penis on Jeno’s forehead mid-nap. However, he made the mistake of giving hisself one. He didn’t believe Jaemin when he said it was real and he tattooed moomin on his inner wrist (complete with the black outline and white coloring). Now, he is stuck with a tattoo that he didn’t really want and tattooing his dumb older friends when they lose bets. He actually enjoys art. AP art is the highlight of his day, he even won an art competition with a recent painting and got payed a fair amount of money. He doesn’t enjoy illegally doing anything, and really does think daily about what a life without Jeno would be. But he can’t hate him too much because now Renjun often thinks about becoming a legal tattoo artist.

Jeno: All the romantics that surround working at a flower shop are BULL because he hates it. He is constantly dropping vases or dealing with costumers who aren’t satisfied with their spreads. He deals with a bunch of hipsters and lonely women coming in and asking him what the flowers really mean. He has to tell people daily that he didn’t actually have that stuff memorized. Jaemin and Donghyuck put their money together and bought him a 2000 page book over all the symbolism each flower represents because those two together are demons. He is constantly breaking out in new rashes. He has to wear glasses at work now because of how often various plants fly into his eyes. He constantly smells like shit because of all the dirt he didn’t even realize came with the job. He makes barely over minimum wage which really is a crime considering how much he hates his job. He asks himself all the time how he left himself get put in this position then realizes he doesn’t have a choice considering its his aunt who owns the place and she was short on staff. The only good part about it is that he looks damn good in this uniform :/

Donghyuck: He really loves his job! Use that term lightly because it is more like an internship. He definitely had it pretty set considering Taeyong already worked at the bakery, but he was so excited when he got the job he cried. Jaemin saw his crying and threatened to beat someone but Donghyuck had to explain it was just because of the job he had managed to get. He knew before he actually got respected in terms of cooking he was going to have to work super hard. There was a period of two weeks in which he barely slept because of how hard he was working to improve his cooking skills. When his cooking first got noticed it was one of his pies and again he went home and cried. Now for every important occasion he’ll make that person their favorite kind of pie. He especially loves birthday with the rest of 00 line because he can smash their face in it. He doesn’t dare do it to Chenle because he is too precious :( and since Jisung is taller than him now it is out of fear for his own life

Chenle: Anyway! Anon! Thanks for popping a blood vessel in my eye during 1st block and having to come home and throw away my current pair of contacts (I seriously wish I was joking when I said that but I am not and now I am stuck wearing my glasses) Chenle gets a job at a record shop that is super quiet and right next to a really vintage antique shop and a newer coffee shop. He applied as soon as the previous worker quit because he had his eye on it for awhile. Now he gets to pull out old records, listen, and discover new music. He really admires aesthetics and while he doesn’t think he’ll ever be able to pull one properly off his face is aesthetic enough he has nothing to worry about he loves talking to different people! and he is always able to start up a conversation with people when asking them about their music taste. He even takes requests as to songs they would want played during store hours. He has his own playlist on his phone of songs people tell him they love and he listens to it and like really really listens because he genuinely likes to get to know people! And he always smells soooo good (unlike Jisung or Jeno) because the record shop is literally RIGHT NEXT to the coffee shop he always smells like coffee. I’m making myself soft by writing this :( I love him so much

Jisung: It is karma. It has to be. There is no other reason as to why he would be spending his nights shoveling donkey shit. He got offered a job at the local farm after he volunteered there with Chenle for school hours. By volunteer I mean Chenle did all the work and did it perfectly. When the nice old lady came back to see how they were doing with cleaning the stalls she was so shocked she offered to pay them both indefinitely. Chenle being as quick as he is caught on and played the role of Jisung in this situation: “I’m sorry mam but this wasn’t me who did any of this” ANYWAY that is why Jisung is crying over math homework while talking to a donkey. He also has to clean the rabbit cages that shit is so disgusting and the worst part is Chenle did such a good job the first time that now Jisung has to do that EVERYTIME. At least he makes money which is a lot more than most kids his age can say, and the old lady often makes him food.

#raggio di sole #chiaro di luna #stella occhi #girasole #donghyuck #fatto per essere una stella #un angelo portaro sulla terra #nct #nct dream #should i tag Jaemin?#i guess he is mentioned so I should #luce stellare pura

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high5nerd · 4 years

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Alone Together---Chap. Ten

Sadie had her lower lip jutted out, quivering in fear and guilt for running off without telling her sister or even me. Of all people I assumed she would at least tell Alice, but the fact that this ten year old told absolutely no one as well as the middle of the night is more than absurd. It's atrocious behavior. If I pulled that as a kid a thousand years ago my father would whack my sorry ass with a two by four paddle. That's just how it was back then. But something told me by the look of Alice's face her future screaming was going to be worse than a rear end beating.

"I didn't mean to scare you." Sadie whimpered as she looked at her winter boots.

I was about to open my mouth but Alice gave me a look that made the words die in my throat. I've seen her angry before, you know that. But this anger was mixed with relief and fear, and I knew exactly what she was going through. I had a daughter myself once, and that little girl constantly escaped the house to go into the woods and play. I'm a friend to heart and panic attacks.

As Alice was taking a couple deep breaths to make the red in her face die down, I snuck a glance in North and Sandy's direction. Sandy looked thoroughly apologetic towards Sadie...I blamed him, too. That wily sandbag encouraged her, gave her the grand idea to leave to North's place when we turned a blind eye for a second.

...What's this 'we' I'm doing? It's Alice, not me.

...Then again, I was in charge of her when she left for work. Whoops.

The silence hung in the air like dead fish for a while before Alice opened her eyes. Sadie looked up at her. Her fear smelled like petrichor.

"If Mom and Dad were here, they would not shout. They would tell you calmly that what you did was wrong and to never do it again." Alice finally murmured out.

Sadie slowly nodded, looking back at her snowflake winter boots. Melancholy. Boy, that was a familiar emotion I knew by heart. What was Alice trying to point out?

"Shouting won't help anything, even if I want to. You scared me, Sadie. You scared Pitch, too. He was the one who found you missing and told me. If he didn't, we wouldn't have known you were gone. He was probably more terrified than I was."

I sucked in my cheek as I felt all eyes on me. Yep, this was definitely embarrassing. Believe me, I liked attention, but not this kind of attention. This was out of bounds. Even the hairy yetis and those creepy elves were watching my every single move. It made me feel antsy. Thanks a fucking bunch, Alice. Love you, too. Let me keep at least some of my dignity.

"Is that true?" surprisingly North was the one that voiced that question in the stillness.

Alice turned to him, almost forgetting he was even there due to his long period of silence, watching not only Sadie be scolded but also in shock that I was there, of all people. She, remembering that he was the living and breathing proof that Santa Claus existed, slowly nodded, her serious look still written beautifully on her face.

North looked at me with surprised eyes, causing me to glare at him. I'm not taking any of his sarcasm-if the oaf had any-or mockery. I wasn't up for that right then and there.

Sandy got North's attention by patting the big man's leg. Once the Cossack looked down at his counterpart, Sandy spoke fast elvish language in written sand to him, a few symbols were recognizable, but not all of them. Protect. Devout. Care.

Again, cue North's honestly wide and surprised face. I looked back at Sadie, who turned to me as if I had something to say of the matter.

"You do realize all you had to do was ask your sister for permission, yes?"

Sadie was silent for a minute, before nodding timidly. But then she voiced that question I really did not want to face.

"Were you really scared?"

I accidentally bit my tongue at that. I really didn't want to answer that. It would make me look vulnerable, and that's not a trait I want to display freely in front of Sandman and North. They already saw my retreat before and I'm certainly not bending to that level again.

...But her big eyes were convincing enough, so I stiffly nodded and the word 'yes' barely left my mouth. But sure enough, Sadie heard it, for her eyes widened with shock that someone who controls that could feel it, too.

"See? And you thought I was lying." Alice said as she put a hand on her hip, "Now, what do we do from here?"

Sadie looked at her shoes for a minute before trudging over to Sandy and North for a final goodbye. She walked like a puppet on strings, her head hung limply along with her shoulders and arms. She looked so forlorn...it kind of hurt watching. I looked over at Alice, who looked just as bothered by it as I was.

"Bye, Sandy," Sadie hugged the sandbag before trudging over to North to hug him as well, "Bye, North."

"Oh, come now, Alice! Can't she stay for just a couple more hours?" North asked gently.

"But Sadie-!" She started, but North cut her off with a polite hand.

"Would it be better if you were to be here with her? That way she can stay here longer and she's under your watch."

I couldn't help but feel a faint smile at Alice's thinking face. It was rather adorable on her, can't deny that. Sandy grinned at Sadie who looked hopefully back for a response from her sister. Alice stammered out an excuse that we had to head home, but North's smile made her stop.

"I know how much you care for the best of your sister, and you are very protective. You've been on Nice list for a long time. I applaud you."

"Am I being buttered up to say yes?" Alice raised a teasing brow, making North chuckle.

I hated his chuckle. It annoyed the piss out of me. I couldn't help but roll my eyes.

"In a way! So! What do you say?" North offered, casting a quick glance in my direction.

I may not know North personally, but I knew that look, and it filled me with dread. Suspicion. Spite. All mixed in one. You wouldn't think that jolly old Saint Nick would have that quality in his face but he just so happens to, and he reserves it all for me. How lucky am I...ugh.

Alice finally sighed and threw up her hands, "Sure, why not. We'll stay for a couple more hours, alright?"

But just as Sadie cheered and jumped around in circles, Alice warned, "You have school tomorrow and you haven't finished your homework, so we have to be home soon."

Sadie pouted angrily and muttered, "Now that I have that hanging over my head how can I have fun now?"

But sure enough, her antics continued with Sandman. He flew his cursed sand plane around outside and around the globe, and soon enough Alice joined the fun after she watched the yetis make toys. Though I wanted to continue watching them entertain themselves, I felt a stiff hand on my shoulder. An unwelcome one.

I quickly shook North off and gave an acidic snarl at him, "Don't touch me, Cossack heathen."

A vein pulsed in his forehead before hissing through gritted teeth, "Before you make a scene in front of two people you care about I suggest you follow me. We need to talk."

"No."

"I'm not asking you. I'm ordering to."

"I'm a goddamn king of darkness and you're just a fat man who bribes kids. If anyone does the ordering around here it's me." I spat, but followed him anyways.

"Not while you're in my domain, Pitch." North was quick on his feet as he led me to a solid, wooden door. It appeared the same as the other million here but it was twice as tall.

I found myself standing in a giant library with a massive fireplace and couch fit for a giant. Fur rugs scattered over the stone floor along with many red oak and mahogany tables that held parchment packets, candles, and whittled statues. The entire room was lit up to glow by the candle chandelier, including the sun leaking in through the ceiling windows outside. The shelves reached the dome above, holding everything from a scroll to a book. Ladders were scattered here and there that rolled with certain shelves for an easy climb, completely made out of sturdy oak wood.

North finally turned around and folded his arms, as if to challenge me to attack. I either had a choice: to look directly into his face to challenge him back or look away. I chose the latter. I gave him a hard stare back to show that just because they won the war and I didn't, I wasn't vulnerable like they thought I was.

"I know what Alice means to you." he finally said strongly.

Oh shit. No...no, no, no, no. Though panicking on the inside I remained calm on the outside. How would North know about that? Those hidden feelings of affection were only expressed in my mind, never out loud.

Wait...I told Sadie…

...that little snitch.

Might as well pretend to not know what he's talking about. Play it out, or something.

"What makes you think that? They're just giving me a smidgen of belief I lost thanks to you weirdoes." I drawled as I folded my hands behind my back smoothly.

"Oh, give me break!" North rolled his eyes, "I can see it in your eyes when I mention her name! Alice. Alice. Alice! You see yourself when I say it? It is obvious as the nose on your face!"

I huffed angrily, turning my back to him and walking to the door. "What are you going to do about it, old man? Tell Man in Moon?"

"He knows everything of time, Pitch. I assume he already knows." North sounded snarky right there.

I swore under my breath and looked back at the door, itching to just swing it open, grab the girls and leave. They're probably having a freakin' tea party with the fat sandbag, I bet. They're not getting interrogated like I was. How unfair was that? It wasn't fair that what feelings I had were forbidden...let alone admitting them was unbearable enough.

"Look, Pitch," North sighed, "Sandy told us that you're making amends. And I can see how much Sadie cares about you and Alice likes your company. You matter to them, and I can't take that away. It wouldn't be right of me."

"Oh, so you're not going to gut me like a fish? Damn, I was looking forward to that." I sarcastically said, snapping my fingers in mock disappointment.

"Nope, though still an option if you want." he smirked, folding his tattooed arms.

Seriously, he shouldn't have those. He'd be a disappointment to adults everywhere. Well, at least some.

"I'll pass on that. Is this it? Just a threat about something stupidly forbidden and I can leave?" I honestly was getting tired just standing there. I had better things to do.

North was silent for a while, just watching me. Scrutinizing my every breath and nervous flick of my eyes. I get fidgety under his stern look. He finally nodded, and just as I opened the door to leave the damned library, he said something that struck whatever was left of my nerves.

"Know your place. I doubt someone as kind as Alice would willingly open her heart to monster like you."

I knew it.

#rotg fandom #rotg fanfiction #rotg fanfic #fanfiction #fanfics #pitch black #pitch black x oc #rise of the guardians #rise of the guardian fanfics

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tanjirine · 7 years

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C6H12O6

Soulfriends!au

Hobi: embarrassed, legs, and uhhh…sugar.?

The math problem stared back up at you, a silent, yet glaring taunt at your inability to solve its mystery. This was your fifth time reworking this problem, and boy, weren’t you royally frustrated with it?

You threw your pen down onto the library desk, the sharp sound of plastic hitting metal reverberating along the ornate shelves, drawing a few annoyed glares towards your corner. Sheepishly smiling an apology, you sighed deeply, before clutching your head in your hands. It was already 9pm, and with the library about to close, your heart sank at the thought of being unable to solve the damn calculus problem.

Normally, you wouldn’t be caught sitting behind one of the cold metal tables of the university’s library, rough paper strewn across the whole desk, pens in disarray and your face creased by the frustration that arose with doing math problems. Math was something you absolutely hated with a passion, and you were never one for completing the work given on a normal basis.

On a normal Friday night like this? You would be at where you loved the most: behind a mixer, multiple launchpads and two turntables, huge headphones slung around your neck, soaking in the screams and cries of the crowd partying beneath you as you became one with the electrifying atmosphere with the heavy bass pulsing through your veins. Being the resident DJ for your campus on Fridays meant a small dream come true, another small victory in your book. While you never got yourself drunk and found yourself in the arms of a stranger the next morning, you did have your fair share of flirting and fun.

And your passion may have very well landed you in some trouble this time round.

Looking around, you slowly drew out another packet of brown sugar from the pocket of your hoodie. You gently shook the packet before pinching the edges with your fingers, casually scanning the library for the roaming librarians. You feigned a look of absolute concentration at the problem before you as you slowly tore open the packet. Coaxing a few granules out of the packet, you put on an elaborate show of coughing as you jerked your head backwards, the granules landing lightly on your tongue.

Sugar. To many, sugar was just a spark of life to revive their taste buds, a little thing to switch up a boring cup of coffee. Sugar was annoying to some, hating the sticky sweetness that clung to the back of their throats, of cheap cotton candy and store-bought corn syrup sweets. Sugar, was just something ordinary people used in their ordinary everyday life, without giving it an extraordinary second thought.

Oh, but sugar, to you, was an aphrodisiac. It was what made all your migraines dissolve into nothing, melting away all the tension existing in tight little knots in your back and shoulders, relieving the stress from your entire being. Sugar was what made you function throughout the day, giving you the inspiration you needed in your course as a music major.

You didn’t know why sugar gave you that reprieve, or why you were so dependent on sugar to function. In addition, only those brown sugar granules helped with whatever pain or frustration you had, white sugar or sweets just worsened the situation.

There was, however, one theory that you had mind, which was the possibility that you had a soulfriend in this lifetime, existing somewhere in the world, eating the exact same type of sugar, for the same reasons as you did. Soulfriends were a rarity, occurring only to a handful of people in every generation. You had no way of knowing who your soulfriend was, or when you would meet them, apart from a unique habit that no one else, other than you and your soulfriend, would share.

Even if you met your soulfriend, it wasn’t that much of a big deal. It just meant that you had someone who was really destined to be by your side through the years, as a confidante and as someone you could really depend on.

To make things even better, there was the chance that your soulfriend could also become your soulmate. Not that you’d want one at all. What if, god forbid, your soulmate-to-be was someone you just couldn’t live with?

Letting the sugar dissolve slowly on your tongue, you thought about your last gig, mentally kicking yourself repeatedly. How could you have been so stupid, so careless, as to play DJ J-Hope’s remix instead of your own? And not just any other DJ, but DJ J-Hope, someone whose skill was almost on par with big shots such as Hardwell, DJ Snake and Calvin Harris?

DJ J-Hope was one of the best DJs not just on campus, but in the underground music scene as well. He was incredibly famous for producing beats for underground rappers and producing the backing track for their mixtapes for a minimal fee. On campus, he was just the bright, cheery Hoseok who everyone liked and the resident DJ for the Sunday night slots. All these, were amazing feats for someone who had only started dabbling in mixing for less than two years.

You sighed, slumping against the table as you waited for the sugar to course through your veins. In the library, you could hear the distant sound of a wild gig going on, familiar beats echoing off the walls. Your fingers itched for the controls on the mixer, ears yearning for the harsh scratch of the turntables and the cheers of the crowd, eyes wishing to be blinded by the bright spotlights lazer-trained on you.

But you had already embarrassed yourself at your last gig, playing his remix on accident. What made things worse was that he was in the crowd that night, and when his complex interwoven beats and melody came on instead of your beat drop, those bright brown eyes of his immediately darkened, irritation clearly displayed on those beautiful features of his.

You had immediately switched the music once you found an opening to transition, resulting in a less than perfect transition. Still, his expression never wavered, his eyes trained on your flustered figure as you rushed to check that the songs you played next weren’t his.

He came to find you backstage after the night was over, his light voice a stark contrast to his eyes, an intense anger swirling withing a warm brown.

“Seriously Y/N, that was such a dirty trick. Just because you had no remix of your own, so you think you can play one of mine? What kind of DJ are you?” he fumed.

Your blood began to boil, incredibly pissed at the way he threw those baseless assumptions at you. However, with your cheeks painted a flaming red, you hastened to apologize to him, giving a few jerky bows as if you were strung like a marionette, knowing better than to anger him further.

“I’m really sorry, I meant to play my remixes but I had accidentally lined up the wrong file,” you explained, struggling to keep your tone as level as possible. “It wasn’t on purpose.”

“And it wouldn’t be that your reputation would be ruined on purpose by tomorrow morning then,” he levelly looked at you.

Narrowing your eyes, anger flared up hotly within you. How much of a jerk could he be over an accident?

“Maybe if you let me take over your next gig, next Friday, and do my calculus homework for me instead, I’ll let you off lightly,” he drawled.

Thus, here you were, reworking the same problem again, refusing to give up until you had solved this final question. You threw back the rest of the sugar packet into your mouth, not caring if the librarian caught you.

The sugar quickly dissolving on your tongue, you scanned the question once again, recharged. After a few minutes, you dropped your pen on the table with a sigh, looking at the problem you had just finished.

At least your reputation would be intact for now.

Walking into Composing 3, you found Hoseok hibernating in a corner with his head slumped on the table. You quietly made your way to him, being careful not to make any noise as you drew the piece of paper out of your bag.

As you towered over his sleeping figure, a small smile toyed at the corners of your lips. Taking the piece of paper in your hand, you hovered the corner of the paper above his exposed neck, allowing the corner to brush against his skin lightly.

And his hand shot up to catch your swaying arm, catching you totally off guard. Your fingers released the worksheet of its own accord, causing the paper to slowly flutter downwards into Hoseok’s waiting hand.

Your eyes grew wide and your mouth slightly agape at the chain of events that had just occurred. How dare he touch you and the absolute nerve of him to sit there and give you a cherubic smile when his eyes clearly reflected the depths of hell?

Tearing your hand out of his grasp, you shot him an irritated glare and reached into your pocket to draw out a packet of sugar as you left, only for the damn packet to drop on the floor.

Today’s really not my day, you thought, pinching your eyelids closed before inhaling a deep breath in a bid to calm yourself down. Slowly exhaling, you opened your eyes and bent down to reach for the packet, only to touch the cold linoleum floor.

You whirled around in anger, eyes darting around quickly as you tried to find your sugar packet. A triangle of white peeked out from the underside of a black loafer, and you quickly looked up, only to see Hoseok’s face.

But this time round, while anger radiated from your face, his was one of shock, the smile completely wiped off his face.

You were absolutely livid now, banging Hoseok’s table with your hand. The sugar needed to be in your system right now, before you completely blew up.

Gritting your teeth, you spit out, “Get your foot off my sugar packet before I tear up the work I had done for you on Friday. Now.”

Hoseok remained frozen, his eyes fixated on yours. Rolling your eyes in frustration, you banged the table before raising your voice.

“Now!”

But Hoseok was still unmoving, a slightly awed expression replacing the former one of shock. The boiling in your veins reached a peak, and you let out a scream of frustration, turning around and storming away from the annoyance that was Hoseok.

“You’re my soulfriend.”

Those three small, whispered words, those words that you hoped that you would never hear in your life, stopped you entirely in your tracks and leeched the heat from your veins.

You had never imagined you would even have one, since the chances of having one were so rare, so unheard of, much less even meeting them.

No, no, this is not happening, you thought.

You slowly pivoted around to face Hoseok, stumbling slightly in the process, only to see him draw out an incredibly familiar packet of brown sugar from his pocket, his face stretched into a grin.

Most people in the world would be beyond happy to find their soulfriend.

But for you, at that moment, your whole world shattered right before your eyes, like those granules of sugar, never meant to be pieced back together.

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