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another-fantasy-world · 3 years

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The Idol’s Inspiration

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Title: The Idol’s Inspiration

Pairing: Valkyrae || Rachell x Fem! Reader

Summary: In which the international singer find’s her inspiration in a certain brown eyed-often screaming- streamer

Warnings: None? Fluff. Awkward Crushing. Top Rae? (Oh Gosh)

Word Count: 2,905 Words

@short-kid27 helped me with this one. Go check her out she’s actually great

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You scoffed when you saw what your bandmate tweeted out, tweeting as if he wasn’t using his phone either. Deciding to throw something at him, you spot a plastic perfume bottle, reaching out for it, only for Luna, your other bandmate to slap your hands of her perfume bottle.

“Don’t you dare.” She playfully glares before turning back to her original position, with her hair stylist tending to her long reddish-brown hair.

“Sebastian, you are so lucky you’re on the other side of the room right now or I swear to God, you would have a concussion.” You frowned, before turning back to your phone, further proving Sebastian’s point.

“See?! What are you even doing?” He loudly asks, you barely hearing him from the noise of blowdryers.

“Writing.” You answered, annoyed. It wasn’t a lie tho, You were now writing a new song, since your management once again are rushing you to write at least 12 songs for your new album.

“We wrote 3 songs yesterday. Calm down.” Your bassist, Luna reassured you, who just finished her glams.

“We’re supposed to be finished with this by the end of the month. How am I supposed to calm down?” You complained.

Ever since your band, Coldify, got enough attention, your management barely gave you enough time to just breathe and write like you used to, How were you supposed to produce quality music?

“Choco Milk?” Jace, your drummer offers you his second cup

“No thank you. Hot sweet things stress my throat. Maybe later though.” You stood up, thanking your stylists, before changing into your casual clothes, since you would be doing a Q and A session first as a soundcheck and also for extra fan service before the concert proper.

Once you finished changing, you walked out of your dressing room, only to find that your bandmates are now all set up, all except you.

Jace is fiddling with his drum sticks

Luna is tuning her bass guitar

And Sebastian is playing a random tune on his electric guitar.

You rolled your eyes at them, before slinging your own acoustic guitar over your shoulder, the familiar weight and pressure of it’s strap makes you smile.

“Are we ready guys? We can start now, there’s only 5 minutes left.” You asked them, plugging in your “in-ears”

They all nodded at you and you guys started to do your signature intro, you playing a few notes on your acoustic, followed by Sebastian and Luna, then you all run out, hearing the screams of your fans intensify, before Jace started banging on his drums, ending your intro with all of you guys harmonizing your band name and lifting your right arms up, showing the compass tattooed into the insides of your wrists, symbolizing your band and the friendship that will never grow old.

“What is up LA!?” You loudly said into the mic, chuckling when they screamed louder than your own mic.

“Well, we certainly need to up the mic volume later.” Luna giggled, sitting on one of the chairs positioned in the middle of the stage.

“Mhhmmn. Let’s all calm down first yes? You guys save your energy for later.” Sebastian winked into the crowd, also sitting on one of the chairs, with his mic in his hand.

“Great, great. We’re all settled in, Please sit down and let’s start this 1 and a half hour Q and A? Soundcheck? Fan service? Whatever you want to call this whole shebang.” You joked, thanking the staff that gave you your own water bottle.

“You know the drill, if you don’t that’s fine. My name is Luna and I am the one who plays the amazing silver-gray bass back there.” Luna introduces herself

“That amazing silver-gray bass that you would marry someday. I swear you are inlove with that thing.” Sebastian teased, earning him a loud smack to the shoulder.

“That is animal abuse. Stop it.” You hold in your laugh, but bursted out laughing anyways when you saw the appalled look on his face.

“My name is Jace. And I bang my sticks into a hallow cylindrical thing for a living. I heard they’re called drums but whatever. I also live with these idiots and I, unfortunately, am the one who holds their leashes.” Jace introduces himself, smiling into the crowd

“Okay, Father. My Name is Sebastian. aka the most attractive one in this group. I play the guitarrrrrr. You guys can call me Seb, Sebastian or Daddy. Your choice.” He winked.

“Ew.” All three of you pretended to gagged, before laughing at Sebastian’s pouting face, your audience also laughing at your antics.

“Okay- Okay, Stop. We need to be serious. Gosh. My name’s Y/N! And I’m your local sapphic lead singer. Yes, I need to say that everyday because people still debate that I’m straight. It’s annoying” You introduce, taking a sip of your water

“Right. So this is how it’s gonna work. There are multiple Coldify interrogators, as we call them, roaming around, all you have to do, is raise your hand, first one they see wins the first question. And the cycle continues until we run out of time.” You explained

“HmmHmmn. So are you guys ready?” Luna asks, earning a few “Yes!” and “WHOOOOO” making all you guys chuckle.

“Okaaaay! on 3. 1,2,3! OH! That redhead with the all black attire. I like that.” Sebastian calls, waiting for the guy in the uniform to hand the girl the mic.

“What’s your name love?” Jace asked the now blushing girl

“Ah. Kadie. I just wanna say that I am such a big fan and I wanted to know if, besides the tattoo you guys have right now, the compass, are you guys still planning on getting a matching tattoo?”

“Ooooh. Tattooes. Hmm. I personally would love to have another tattoo. But you see, Sebastian here cried when we first tattoed. And I am not looking forward to that at all.” Luna answered, laughing when Sebastian whined.

“Oh yeah. No. Not again.” Jace agreed, while you just smiled and nodded.

“Next Question Please.” Sebastian interjected before you could even talk

“Hi my name’s Catherine-” You guys interrupted her to say hi

“Hehe. Hi. Uhm, I wanted to know if you guys have like, favourite youtubers or streamers?” She asks shyly, which made you smile.

“Oooooo. Okay, now you guys get to know why I tweeted that earlier.” Sebastian chuckles

“Okay Mr. Snitch. But uhm. I would have to say... Sykkuno. His voice is just the best-”

“Excuse me? Corpse?! Hello? Corpse has the best voice don’t even. He’s my favourite, what you said was just Corpse slander” Sebastian interrupts Luna, to which Luna answered with a glare.

“Uh-huh. Okay. As I was saying, Corpse’s voice is good, but Syk’s is just this wholesome anime type voice that just melt’s your heart you know? He should be a voice actor for like, an anime protagonist. AND HIS PERSONALITY IS SO GOOD AND WHOLESOME LIKE WHAT THE FUCK?” Luna gushes, nodding to Jace before she goes on a full rant

“I’m sure you won’t match with him, expecially since he’s quiet and you’re loud and abnoxious.” Sebastian casually says

“You know what?”

“Pokimane...” Jace speaks into the mic, interrupting the siblings from fighting. “...Because she’s actually a really good gamer, and she also has a cat called called “Mimi” and that’s major points in my book.” Jace says, smiling.

“Hmm. That’s actually a tough choice... I would have to say-” You were interrupted when your phone let out a noise, letting you know you forgot to silent it.

“BABUSHKA!” Your face felt hot as you desperately tried to put your phone in silent, but it was too late.

“My phone just outed me what the hell?” You mumbled into the mic, hiding your face as you hear your fans laugh and coo at your cuteness and embarrassment.

“Anyways, if that didn’t answer your question, I don’t know what will. But uhm, Valkyrae. 100 percent. She’s just really skilled in video games and has probably played more games than me. Also, she’s absolutely fucking gorgeous and I just love her personality and all.” You smiled, still feeling a little bit embarrassed

“I just love her personality- Please, last night you fell asleep to her playing a horror game. She screams alot in that video, I’m just saying. How could you sleep to literally her screaming in your ear?” Sebastian shrugs, ignoring the glares you sent him

“Just this morning, you were frowning because there was another viper on the team Rae was fighting against in Valorant, and you accused that viper of being a copycat.” Jace added

“Or the fact that you always flinch, or dodge and curse whenever someone shoots at Rae-” Luna finishes making you cover her mouth before she says something more

“Okay. I think it’s pretty obvious that I have a crush on Valkyrae but please- Stop.” You grumbled, frowning playfully at your fans when they awed at your band’s interaction.

“Next Fucking Question Please.” You huffed, closing your eyes and leaning back into your seat, trying to settle your beating heart

Rae will for sure see that. Oh my god. Thoughts of Rae seeing your clip of literally simping for her has your heart running marathons.

“Hi! Uhm, this question is for Y/N”

You hear the gasps of your bandmates, but you pay no attention to it since you were still gay panicking inside

“What will you do if you ever met Valkyrae in person?” a familiar voice echoed in your ears, you of course can’t figure out who it is.

“I honestly don’t know how I would react. Maybe faint? But then probably hug her? I dunno? Kiss her cheek maybe? I mean, how would you react if you meet your long time crush?” You answered mindlessly, chuckling silently knowing that you probably faint and be knocked out for God knows how long. Or maybe you’d fumble and embarrass yourself.

You hear your bandmates join in the laughter with the audience, and that made you open your eyes, throwing a confused glace to Luna who just patted your back and made eye contact with who, you presume, asked the question.

You followed her gaze, eyes widening when you saw the brown-eyed brunette beauty holding the mic. Your brain lagged, trying to comprehend the situation.

“Uhm, I mean- Unless, You know? She’s uncomfortable about it. I don’t wanna make her uncomfy, you get me? First impressions are a thing. I mean- I’m just gonna shut up.” You just spat words out before your brain could even comprehend it.

Come on Y/N keep it together. She gotta think that you’re cool. Not an awkward gay mess.

“Pfft- Little too late for the first impressions that included you being cool.” Jace threw his empty water bottle at you

“...I said that aloud didn’t I?” You asked, now trying to hide your face behind Luna’s back, who’s doubling over from laughter

“Please, someone tag me when you decide to upload this very moment. I wanna blackmail Y/N with it.” Sebastian wheezed out.

“I think we can do something with the hugging thing. Just don’t faint on me.” Your eyes snapped to Rae’s as you see the smirk etched on her face, her hands still holding the microphone

Your eyes widen as your fans, screamed and a series of “OOOOOOHHHH” and “Get it Y/N!” erupted, making your embarrassment amplify even more.

“Is it embarrass Y/N day today? God, please- Next Question please. Oh Jesus.” You put your face in your hands, trying to hide.

Thankfully, they didn’t pry anymore, your embarrassment slowly subsiding as they asked about your daily life, career, albums and upcoming awards. After finishing a couple more questions, you guys sang a couple cover songs, and that’s what concluded your soundcheck. (Sebastian managed to sneak in Janet’s PETTY song, which you rolled your eyes on but sang nonetheless.)

You walked out and to the backstage as you shoved Sebastian playfully for making kissy faces.

“Y/N and Rachell sitting on a tree-” He was suddenly cut off by someone

“K-I-S-S-I-N-G” Your gaze wonders to Pokimane, or Imane who just interrupted Sebastian

“Kissing?! Isn’t it a bit too early for that? Why would they kiss-” Sykkuno says glancing between Rae and I

You wondered if they said anything else because you’re going to be honest to yourself, you were only looking at Rae’s eyes. The deep brown orbs you only ever saw through your screen, was now staring right back at you, her brunette hair tied up in a bun- She’s staring back at you.

Quickly averting your eyes, you felt yourself grow shy, you now also find your shoes very attractive.

“Keep your head up or else you would faint on me and I don’t want that. I prefer to hug a conscious person, Thank you very much.” you lifted your head so fast you could’ve given yourself a whiplash. Darting your eyes around Rae, you quickly find that your friends + Imane and Sykkuno have left the both of you alone.

“Sorry. You just caught me off guard there. Hi! Uhm. I really don’t know what to say to you- Uhm.” You rub the back of your neck, nervously smiling at Rae you in turn smirked at you, raising her brow in the process.

She quietly chuckles before opening her arms, signaling for a hug, to which you launched yourself in, trying not to breathe because that would be so weird.

“Okay so now can you take out your knife and stab me just to make sure that this is real.” You stated, looking directly into her eyes

“...But I’m not the Impostor?”

“...Okay that’s clever-” You laughed, taking a sip out of your water bottle, leading her to your dressing room

“Speaking of, do you mind if I play with you guys sometimes? I’ll find time, I promise.” You say, watching the time considering you only have half an hour to change and get ready, not to mention your crush is right in front of you as well.

“Wait really? Yeah! Just DM me on twitter! I’ll organize a lobby just for you.” She replies, plopping herself on the sofa you have.

“Awe, I feel so... special” You smiled, finally composing yourself, emerging from behind the curtains, already in your performance outfit

“The almighty Creator of the Year, creating a lobby? For lil ol m-” You were greeted with a facefull of pillows thrown at you, just for that statement. Which made you laugh.

“Shut up.” She grinned

“I’m sorry, m’lady” You curtsied playfully, expecting her to start smacking your shoulders, instead when you lifted your head up, she was just sitting there with a soft smile on her face.

“You’re wearing my merch.” She stated

You widened your eyes then looked down, the hoodie that you just randomly picked up was her merch.

“I’m sorry, do you want it back?” You spit the words out before your mind could comprehend how idiotic that sounded

Rae bursted out laughing at your statement, putting her hand over her mouth while doubling over. You rolled your eyes at her and plopped down on the sofa, crossing your arms.

“Yeah, Yeah. Go on. Laugh. At least I can spell broccoli right.” You teased, poking her side

“OKAY! LISTEN HERE HOTSHOT! I-” she was interrupted by a series of knocks on the door.

“Y/N! PLEASE TELL ME YOU’RE DECENT AND IS NOT SEDUCING RAE BECAUSE THAT’S JUST WRONG” Sebastian loudly asked through the door

“Oh My God. Please just kill me.” You rubbed your face with your hands

“I’m pretty sure I’ll be the one doing the seducing but okay.” You hear her mumble under her breath, making you look at her with a scandalized look on your face

“DOOR’S UNLOCKED SEBASTIAN. DON’T BE AN IDIOT..” You replied

“Don’t mind him Y/N We’re just coming in to say that you have 5 minutes until we have to go onstage.” Luna softly replies, shoving Sebastian out your field of view.

“I’ll be right there Lune.” You stood up, smiling at Rae

“I guess that’s it. I’ll talk to you later? I think? Just check your DM’s soon yeah?” She pulls you into a hug, kissing your cheek as she pulls away.

“Good Luck out there. I know you’ll do great.” She smiles, walking out, leaving you to your thoughts

“Huh?” You touched your cheek, a smile slowly paints itself upon your face

"Come on, lovergirl we're running late." Jace drapes his arm around your shoulder

"She kissed my cheek." You say, still shocked

"Lucky You." Jace says, his ears reddening.

...lucky bastard

"POKI KISSED YOU TOO DIDN'T SHE?!" You screeched

'Hush!" His cheeks are also red now.

"Huh. I guess today's our lucky day." You grinned, now extremely happy and hyped

"Oh, check your e-mail now by the way. Manager says she sent our line up there." he pats your back, getting into his position, as best as he can considering the stage is now pitch black

"Huh. Okay." You pulled out your phone, sending a piece of paper flying. Bending down to pick it up, you feel your heart soften into mush and then it decides to run another marathon.

Just incase my Twitter DM's don't work, or if I'm streaming. xx 09-xxx-xxx-xxx

"Be still, my beating heart." You sighed out

Valkyrae just gave you her phone number

#valkyrae #valkyrae x reader #valkyrae imagine #There is no Corona in this fic thank God #rae x reader #Valkyrae Fanfiction #Shes so cute wth

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 4 years

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Skinship

This one is dedicated to my dear friend and fellow TWST writer, @twstpasta!

Congrats on making it to 3k followers and for making the grand debut of your new blog mascot~ I look forward to seeing your future works, as well as all of the (inevitable) Vil brain rot once your EBG (Extreme Bias Game) is over!

Imagine this...

“Unacceptable.”

“Eh?”

“Your skin,” Vil clarified. “It is simply unacceptable. You don’t truly intend on marching to the opening ceremony looking like that, do you?”

“My...skin?” Your hands subconsciously trailed to your cheeks. “What’s wrong with--”

He cut you off, his pupils dilating in absolute horror. “No...!! Don’t touch your face! Your hands are breeding grounds for all manner of nasty bacteria!”

Your hand jolted away at Vil’s remark. He sighed in relief--but the repose is short-lived.

“You haven’t even properly buffed out the sunscreen along your hairline. See to it that you wash your hands and blend it in. Now.”

“Ah, I must have gotten some grated parmesan on me while I was making my mac ‘n cheese for lunch,” you explained, your expression sheepish. “I only put sunscreen on when I work out, Vil-senpai.”

“Excuse me?!” He brought a finger to his chin and frowned. “I don’t know whether I should be more appalled at the fact that you somehow got cheese in your hair or at the fact that you scarcely wear sun protection...What, if I may ask, does your typical skincare routine look like?”

“I splash water on my face once in the morning and once at night. And I already told you about the sunscreen when I exercise.”

“...That is all?”

“Yup.”

Vil cradled his head in his hands.

“...Sit.”

“Huh? Oh, sure.” You seated yourself on a sofa and glanced up at your senpai. “But won’t we be late for the ceremony if we wait around for too long?”

“It will only take a few minutes,” Vil insisted with a dismissive wave. “I will be right back.”

The Pomefiore dorm leader swept out of the room, his dark sleeves billowing out behind him. The intricate golden designs on his robes seem to twinkle and dance under the lights.

He soon reappeared with a tray--upon it, a few towels, several small bowls of water, and an assortment of containers. Vil sat down beside you, placing the tray on a low coffee table.

“We can’t have you going out looking a mess,” he declared, “so I shall be giving you a quick facial.”

“Whoa, really? Thank you so much for this, senpai.”

“Don’t thank me yet. The magic has yet to start.”

He took a pump of soap, working it into a rich lather, then dipped his hands into a bowl of water and patted dry with a towel. Vil dispensed a viscous substance from another bottle and swiped it on your face--from your chin to your forehead, massaging in circles.

“What’s this slick stuff? Moisturizer?”

“It’s an oil-based cleanser,” Vil corrected, “Listen well, potato. There are three essential steps to every skincare routine--the first is cleansing.”

“But I’ve already washed my face today.”

“We need to break down your sunscreen first before we apply more product,” Vil chided, wetting his hands again before running them across your cheeks. “Next is a water-based cleanser.”

He popped open a tube and squeezed out a coin-sized amount. Rubbing his hands together produced fine suds.

“You’re washing my face again?” you asked, giggling while Vil worked the product onto your face. The lather tickled a bit—and it smelled like a field full of raspberries, bright and bursting with sunshine.

“Skin has both fat and water. Therefore, you should wash once with an oil to bind to oils, and water to bind to water—this will give you a thorough cleanse.”

Vil’s words were stern, but his touch remained gentle. Even as he chastised you, you could not help but indulge in the moment, melting in his voice—rich and velvety and decadent.

Hehe...like mac ‘n cheese...

You could feel a trickle of drool forming in the corner of your mouth.

“...45 to 60 seconds washing with each cleanser,” Vil recited in a murmur. “Upward and outward circular motions to promote lymphatic drainage, and to keep the skin from sagging. Be sure to exfoliate at least once a week...Are you listening to a word of what I’m saying, potato?”

“Huh? Uh...yeah, yeah, I’m listening.”

“Hmmm.”

“I-I swear I am!”

“Pop quiz, then. How many steps are there in a basic skincare routine?”

“Three! Four if you count washing twice!”

Vil cracked a small smile. “Excellent. I expected nothing less from you.”

He moistened his hands again and removed the bubbles on your face . Then Vil patted you down with a towel, leaving your skin just a bit damp.

“The next step is moisturizer. Normally, I would have you apply a toner, essence, and serum first, but we do not have the time for that.”

Vil unscrewed the cap on a tall, frosted glass bottle. The contents were pure white, sloshing around like melted snow

“Isn’t moisturizer usually like...lotions and stuff? That doesn’t look like a lotion to me.”

“This is a 2-in-1 toner and moisturizer. Cream skin,” he explained, carefully pressing the product onto cheeks and forehead.

Ah.

His fingers. They were so plush, so soft through the thin slip of the product—like clouds brushing against your face, planting dew drop kisses.

Your eyes drifted shut for a few moments, relishing in the feel of him.

“And, last but not least, sunscreen. You must always wear sun protection, even in winter and on cloudy days. UV rays can wreak havoc on your skin.”

“Y-Yes!”

Vil sighed, squeezing a generous heap of white goop into his palms. “If you understand, then you must promise me that you will take better care of yourself in the future.”

“I promise...”

“Good.”

His hands ran across your face, tracing every contour and curvature until each spot was slathered with sunscreen. Vil was the artist, and you were his canvas to be molded into a work of art.

A sweep here, a dab there, and...

Done.

Vil held your face, cupped within his hands, and gazed upon his work. His lips pulled into mirthful smirk—and his eyes glittered like amethysts embedded with stars.

He was so close--yet you cannot make out even a single pore or imperfection on his milky face. Your heart hammered from his intense gaze, and how his pink lips--today, the color of raspberries--were parted just so. How soft they must be, if he takes such good care of his skin.

“D-Do I look better now?” you asked nervously.

“See for yourself.”

Vil passed over a handheld mirror.

In the glass, a familiar, yet unfamiliar, face stared back at you. Your reflection bore a plump complexation—all rosy cheeks and supple skin. No white cast, no oily sheen, no flaky patches, no rough texture.

It almost doesn’t seem like yourself.

“Well?” Vil inquired, his arms folded.

“It’s me, but like...way better. It’s like you cast a spell or something.”

You cautiously poked your cheek. It conformed, then bounced back.

“No touching!” Vil hissed, yanking your wrist back with a frown.

“Whoops...ehehe, sorry. I forgot.”

“Honestly,” he groaned, reaching out and grasping your other wrist, “if you are going to disregard my advice so blatantly...”

Vil flashed his pearly whites in a sly smile. “ ...then perhaps I should keep a firm grip on these traitorous hands of yours until further notice.”

He lifted the back of your hand to his mouth and planted a kiss. His lips were every bit as tender and smooth as you had imagined them to be.

A single thought emerged from the back of your mind: just what would those lip of his taste like, set upon your own?

You reddened.

“That color is most becoming on you, potato,” Vil chuckled, pulling back. His grip on your hand remained firm, yet somehow also delicate--as though handling a precious gem.

“Come. We cannot afford to dawdle any longer. The ceremony awaits us.”

Hand in hand, you venture out into the world--

--putting you best face forward.

#twst #twisted wonderland #Vil Schoenheit #Vil Schoenheit x Reader #disney twisted wonderland #Reader #self insert #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland headcanons #twisted wonderland scenarios #imagine this #bulli

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akakeiiji · 4 years

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could you do a scenario for tsukishima where the reader is good friends with kuroo and at training camp kuroo tries to set tsukki up with the reader every chance he gets? maybe the reader is a manager at nekoma or karasuno? thank you! (*'▽'*)

I kinda went overboard with this one hehe, I just love Tsukki and Kuroo too much, I couldn’t help it (Also i added a bit of Kuroken bc I have no more self restraint apparently)

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Word count: 2.1k

Warnings: None ♥︎

✂︎・・・masterlist

Even after years of knowing Kuroo, you still couldn't understand the inner workings of that brain of his. He was still as unpredictable as he was in middle school when you first met him.

You could still remember your first encounter with him. You were a timid first year roaming around the crowded corridors, trying your best to remain as out of the spotlight you could, when this ginormous third year suddenly showed up by your side, shoving a poorly drawn volleyball poster into your face, scaring the living daylights out of you.

Despite the...subpar first impression, Kuroo somehow managed to rope you into becoming the volleyball club's manager. He used a multitude of tactics that ranged from begging to bribery and essentially pestered you into giving in. You’d never tell Kuroo else his ego would inflate astronomically but becoming the team’s manager was one of your best decisions in junior high. You met your best friends that year and you still keep in contact with them even after they all graduated. So it wasn't all too surprising that you continued being a volleyball club manager into your first year of high school.

It was also Kuroo who pushed you into enrolling in Nekoma, he was so insistent on it, constantly sending you pictures and articles about the school. He tells you it's because the volleyball team really needs a manager, which is true to an extent, but you both know it's because he missed having you around.

Ever since you met Kuroo, he basically adopted you, he was akin to an annoying older brother. He'd always follow you around, making sure you ate your meals, teasing you, and most annoyingly, making sure no boys even breathed in your general direction. You supposed it was sweet at first and proved useful at times. You didn't have to bother with the advances of other boys in your year and such, but it started becoming a nuisance when your male classmates wouldn't even dare approach you in case they incurred the wrath of your supposed "boyfriend".

Despite that, Kuroo was still as protective of you as ever, even after he graduated he'd visit you and Kenma from time to time, where he'd make sure no one was trying to steal your heart and break it (in his words, not yours). You knew he had your best interests at heart but he didn’t have to be so incessant. It felt as if he wouldn’t stop until you joined a convent.

So all this considered, it was rather odd when Kuroo began talking about Tsukishima Kei every chance he could when you were around. A sly tone always laced into his words, making it evident that he had something planned, which doesn’t always end well considering that this is Kuroo we’re talking about.

Tsukishima this, Tsukishima that. It was almost as if he was the one with a crush and not you.

Wait.

Did he find out? You thought to yourself in fear after Kuroo mentioned Tsukishima for the fifth time that day. You almost dropped the towels you were holding as you stared wide-eyed at the male.

You didn't expect to find yourself silently crushing on Karasuno's middle blocker, it was really only supposed to be a short-lived infatuation, you barely knew him after all, you shared at most 10 words with him during Karasuno and Nekoma’s practice matches, but you couldn’t help but find yourself drawn to his quiet demeanor and stoic personality. You always find yourself thinking about what kind of person he must be beneath all that.

Regardless, Kuroo could not find out about your crush, no matter how small it may be, you wouldn't hear the end of it.

"Tetsu, why have you been talking about Karasuno's middle blocker so much?" You asked, feigning nonchalance as you filled the empty water bottles for the rest of the team.

"What do you mean?" He asks in a tone that says: oh, I definitely know what you’re talking about.

"You mention him a dozen times a day, and it's getting annoying, you're like a broken record."

Kuroo dramatically places his hand on his chest and puts on a pained expression. “How could you say that to me when I'm just trying to help you?”

"Help me? What do you mean?" You never got an answer to your question though because as Kuroo was about to respond, Yamamoto bursts into the room calling for Kuroo to come back to the gym and the subject was dropped, later forgotten by the two of you after an onslaught of games and exams filled your schedules the following week.

You concluded that Kuroo was probably just messing with you, he always did have an odd sense of humor, so you didn't think much of the situation until the summer training camp.

A loud voice suddenly called out your name from behind you, pulling your attention away from the other managers who you were speaking to. You turned to see Kuroo waltzing over to you, his arm draped over the shoulders of a disgruntled Tsukishima, who he seemed to be forcibly dragging with him.

"Kuroo-san, let–go–"

“You remember Tsukishima, right?" He asks you cheerfully, completely ignoring the blonde's plights. You shot a dark look at Kuroo, just what was he up to?

“Erm, yes. Kuroo, what are you doing—?” Kuroo then interrupts you by pushing Tsukishima towards you. He almost knocks into you, just managing to stop himself from stumbling onto you.

You look up to find yourself only a few inches away from him, you immediately flush as you take a few steps backward, trying your best to calm the rapid beating of your heart.

You failed to notice the tinge of pink rising on the blonde’s features.

“Fun fact: Tsukishima is single!” Kuroo exclaimed, patting the appalled blonde on the back. You two guffawed at him, unable to say anything in response.

You and Tsukishima shared looks of equal shock and confusion.

“Kuroo—” You begin in an angry tone when you find your voice only to find him gone, the room was empty except for you and Tsukishima.

You two stared at each other once again, awkwardly, the silence in the room growing increasingly stifling the longer you two stood there.

You rocked on the ball of your feet as you said “So…”

“So.” Tsukishima repeated, adjusting his glasses.

“Do you have any idea what that was about?” You asked, laughing nervously. Tsukishima simply shook his head in response.

“No clue.”

Over the course of the training camp, Kuroo’s attempts at setting you two up only grew bolder and bolder. You had no idea why he was so unrelenting in his efforts. His most valiant attempt was when he tried locking you and Tsukishima inside a broom cupboard.

In the end, it was a disgruntled Kenma who found you two banging at the door of the cramped room. You had been trapped in there for almost an hour.

You almost strangled Kuroo that day.

Still, he didn’t stop. In fact, he only grew more determined.

You and Tsukishima could only share exasperated looks with one another whenever Kuroo tasks you two with a job only one person could do or whenever he makes comments about how compatible you two are. You two had already grown used to his antics and made a silent agreement to just go along with him.

Surprisingly enough, you had formed an unlikely friendship with the blonde, sure, it did primarily consisted of running away from Kuroo or complaining about him but it was a friendship nonetheless.

During the times when Kuroo made you two run errands around the camp (read: abusing his role as an upperclassman), you two would chat along the way. You were surprised to find Tsukishima more sarcastic and snarky than you originally expected. You always pegged him as the quiet, respectful type like Akaashi perhaps, but he was actually more like a subdued version of Kuroo.

This didn’t bother you though, in fact, it made you even more curious of the blonde.

It irked you how Kuroo was getting exactly what he wanted because you could feel your crush growing stronger as the days went by.

You supposed that maybe you should thank Kuroo.

Without his efforts, albeit absolutely ridiculous ones, you would never have been able to get closer with Tsukishima. You reckoned, you would have never had the guts to actually approach him without seeming like a creep.

But you still felt guilty about the fact that Tsukishima was dragged into all this against his will.

You were dragged out of your thoughts when Kuroo frantically called out your name.

“I need a favor—no, no come back, this is serious!” He added pleadingly as you turned your back to walk away again. “Kenma’s sick.”

“What, why?”

“He ate too much pie earlier,” Kuroo answered dejectedly. You rolled your eyes.

“I told you not to give him the whole pie, you spoil him too much, Tetsurou.”

Kuroo groaned, rubbing his face. “I know, I know, I’m sorry.” It amused you how Kenma had his boyfriend wrapped around his finger, but it was bound to backfire eventually.

“Can you run to the convenience store and get some medicine?” He asked, digging into his pocket for his wallet. He gave you some cash and a list of medicine and sports drinks.

“—he doesn’t like the orange Gatorade so get blue ones if you can—oh, Tsukki, hey!” Kuroo had spotted the blonde as he was walking along the hallway behind you, cutting off his long list of instructions. He shot him an irritated look but approached you two anyways.

“Are you going somewhere?” He asked you, completely ignoring Kuroo, noting how you were putting on your Nekoma High jacket.

You only began briefly explaining everything when Kuroo butt in. “You should go too, Tsukki.”

“No, Kuroo, stop it. It’s fine, it’s getting late anyway, you should just go to bed, Tsukishima—”

“No, Kuroo-san is right, I should go with you. It isn't safe at this hour.” Tsukishima reasoned.

Kuroo momentarily forgot his worry for Kenma and shot you two a sly grin, giving you two knowing looks. When Tsukishima left to grab his jacket, you immediately turned to Kuroo and smacked his arm.

“Tetsurou!” You hissed. He merely grinned as he rubbed his abused bicep. “What the hell are you doing?”

“I’m not doing anything!—Ow! Okay fine, you maniac.” He yelped as you sent another smack to his arm. “You two just needed a little push.”

“He doesn’t even like me, Tetsurou, just stop it already.”

He blinked incredulously at you, evidently confused. “What do you mean, isn’t it obvious that—”

A familiar voice suddenly called out your name, Tsukishima was waiting for you by the top of the stairs leading down to the first floor. You quickly zip up your jacket and run towards him, waving goodbye to Kuroo.

Kuroo simply shook his head as he watched your retreating figure. “Kids these days.”

“You really didn’t have to come with me you know.” You repeated as you and Tsukishima left the relatively empty 7-11, a plastic bag filled with two sports drinks and medication, in Tsukishima’s hand.

“No, it’s fine. Besides, I wanted to go with you.” Tsukishima stated and your heart fluttered. Did he want to spend time with you? “Hinata and Kageyama were fighting again, I needed to get away from the stupidity in the room.”

Your heart sank just as quickly as your hopes were raised.

Regardless, a comfortable silence fell between the two of you as you walked back to the school, a big change from your first encounter just a few days ago, it’s funny how comfortable you two have gotten in such a short time.

The silence was broken though when Tsukishima suddenly cleared his throat. “I think I have to apologize to you.”

You tilted your head in curiosity. “Oh?”

“I didn’t want to tell you this but—” He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “The reason why Kuroo was acting so weirdly was because I asked him about you before during the past training camp.”

It took a few seconds before this registered in your head. Tsukishima avoided eye contact with you, looking at anything except you.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean—ugh, do I have to spell it out to you word by word?” He grumbled, evidently flustered.

Then it clicked.

Your eyes grew wide as you spoke out loud. Stopping midstep as you turned to face Tsukishima. “Do you…like me?”

At these words, Tsukishima grew even redder than before. He averted his gaze as his hand went up to cover his mouth.

“Yeah—maybe.” He croaked out.

You felt your chest swell with elation at these words. You definitely had to thank Kuroo now, and perhaps give him a few punches for not telling you anything. You couldn’t fight the smile from spreading on your face.

“Don’t laugh!” He exclaimed at your reaction, embarrassment making his ears turn red.

“I’m not laughing! I’m just really happy.”

A burst of courage suddenly filled you as you walked up to him, taking the plastic bag from his hands and pulling him down to place a peck on his cheek.

“I like you too, Tsukishima.”

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hatake-no-sharingan · 3 years

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can i request a reader x shino story where he has a crush on the reader and all of team 7, 8 and team guy are playing spin the bottle. when the reader spins, it lands on him. (and of course shikamaru gets hyped up for him) THANKS❤️

I went on your blog to find your pronouns, hehe bc I didn’t know which to use, so I did she/her. Hope that’s okay?😉 also, i switched the spin the bottle dynamic a bit, making it similar to how I played it when I was younger.

So it’s a mix between spin the bottle and truth or dare. The one who gets the top of the bottle has to ask truth or dare to the person who gets the bottom, and then the person who asked picks the dare or the question. Hope it’s kinda clear😂

Well here it is!

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“Spin! Spin! Spin!” Naruto and Kiba chanted slamming their fists rhythmically on the wooden floor.

He wished he hadn’t been talked into this. Even poor Hinata had fallen prey to their insistence, Kiba and Naruto wanting to create mischief between the group. It was always hilarious for them. Every time they asked truth or dare, he could practically hear the delighted laughter tint their words.

Hinata’s cheeks were still flaring from the last question she’d been asked by Lee, even if he’d been kind enough to avoid the topic of her crush on Naruto.

If only the bottle hadn’t landed on her.

Shino held his breath as Kiba hungrily mouthed the words to Y/N.

“Truth or dare, Y/N?”

Thunk. Thunk. Shino felt his heart about to burst. Let her pick truth, a part of himself said, at least you’ll know if she likes you back that way.

“I’ll take the dare this time, Inuzuka.” She stated proudly.

Gosh that voice was enough to melt him and make him spill all over.

“Yo, that woman really has it going!” Shikamaru showed some real interest in the game for the first time. He knew all about her crush, and hoped this would be her chance. “Better think this through Kiba, she’s determined.”

“I dare you to,” a bright flash crossed Kiba’s eyes and he smiled wickedly “kiss the person you have a crush on. I know they’re here.”

Y/N’s ears reddened, and she suppressed a nervous laugh. It would be her one chance to show her true feelings. In front of all their friends.

She looked around, stalling off a bit. Shino noticed her eyes pass him quickly and settle on Shikamaru.

Oh. It’s not me. His stomach sank, leaving a deep pit in his belly.

He wanted to disappear, but would push through just to save face. At least his glasses and hoodie concealed most of his expression.

Disappointment and heartbreak had struck him in seconds.

I guess that’ll be it. She has the right to be with Shikamaru.

Suddenly, a cool hand settled on his cheek, and rosy lips brushed his. They tasted of vanilla, fire and comfort. Her gentle breath warming him up.

He couldn’t process what was going on until she separated their lips and stared deep into his eyes.

“It’s you, Shino.” Y/N confessed, while their friends cheered in the background, his dream coming true “I’ve had a crush on you for some time now, and I think I’m falling hard for you.”

“Y/N I—” he started.

“Shh, I know.” She assured him, their previous kiss let her know he returned her feelings.

They sealed their long awaited confessions with another deeper, more conscious, sweet kiss. Shino most definitely felt heaven touch him that night.

#naruto #naruto fic #naruto imagines #shino imagine #shino x reader #shino aburame #shino #shino x y/n #shino headcanons #kakashi hatake #kakashi #naruto headcanons #naruto uzumaki #kiba inuzuka #shikamaru hc

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faerielleart · 3 years

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✨I feel you! I can already smell the angst from way over here. Fluff for the soul it is! I’ll throw in some comfort (maybe!) for good measure!

Are you leaning towards modern AU or Canon universe?

Also you have any little HCs or tropes you like🥚?

🤍, 🐇

me already feeling my heart burst from joy [virtually pets the bunny emoji]

aaa i’ll leave you to make that choice bb 🥺

let me rant about a few headcanons let’s GO

for canon era, i like to think that hanji probably skipped a ton of meals (not on purpose, they were just SO engrossed in paperwork and research and whatnot), so levi took a trip into the kitchens every single night and cooked a nice meal for his commander, even super late at night, entered hanji’s room without knocking, tool all the papers and sat his ass on them, refusing to move until hanji finishes all the food lol i like to imagine he’d cook hanji’s fav dish a lot, something with potatoes maybe? like baked potato cakes with cheese and greens on the side with a warm cup of tea, or a warm soup for cold nights. according to chuugakkou levi’s a great cook so i feel like he’d be good in canon too :’D

also i like to think that they probably slept together (i mean literally, like in the same bed, not having sex) A LOT due to night terrors, just hearing each other’s breathing and feeling the other’s body warmth close to them is enough to calm them down so i feel like it became a habit for them to just sleep in the same bed, not necessarily cuddling; at least, not voluntarily lmao they’re far too awkward 😩 but in the morning they ALWAYS wake up holding esch other, cue them being awkward as fuck i might be tearing up a little at the thought of levi being a lil spoon and being half awake half asleep cuddling closer to hanji bc “oh who cares it’s a dream” AND THEN NOTICING THAT HE’S AWAKE LMAOOO HIS SOUL WOULD LEAVE HIS BODY especially bc hanji wakes up in that precise moment and is literally holding him super tight around the waist, legs thrown over his, my god they would both DIE from embarrassment they’d jump away from each other so fast- bye this is too adorable for me i’m going to have a heart attack

hanji probably cries every now and then at night and tries to be as quiet as possible, levi sneakily grabs their hand just to let them know he’s there, no words exchanged between them bc they don’t need it. just falling asleep holding hands. maybe when levi’s brave enough, maybe after emptying a bottle of whiskey in his evening tea, he’d even rub his thumb a lil over hanji’s palm just because it’s ticklish and he wants to hear hanji laugh. also if he’s asleep and having a nightmare, tossing and turning, hanji would stroke his hair and maybe hum a melody because levi once told them his mother used to do that. LITERALLY THE THOUGHT OF THESE FOOLS BEING ABLE TO DO BOLD FLUFFY SHIT ONLY WHEN THE OTHER’S ASLEEP MAKES ME SCREAM I HATE THEM SO MUCH god i hate them

onto the angstier shit bc a sprinkle of angst is always good, they definitely cuddled in the forest. hear me out, it’s absolutely realistic to assume that their clothes were soaking wet and being in a forest at night is cold as fuck, realistically they would’ve had to strip and make skin-to-skin contact or they would have died of hypothermia. it’s what happens in real life, it’s safe to assume it happened off screen. just like the cpr come on? you don’t get water out of your lungs without cpr

oh i might have said this already once, but i think they were mistaken for a married couple all the time tbh? like onyankopon in the first months of knowing them would suddenly say shit like “hanji-san your husband is a bit scary i hope you’re not offended” and hanji would get the blue screen of death in their brain “??£]£>${£>£{£{$> HUSBAND????? HUSBAND, LIKE MARRIED HUSBAND? HUSBAND THAT I MARRIED IN A MARRIAGE??????” levi too probably would get teased by yelena “i don’t understand how hanji-san married a short fucker like you you’re as ugly as a butthole and unpleasant in every single way” levi would not answer bc his brain is too busy processing the word “married”

ONTO MUSHIER STUFF let’s say they overcome the awkwardness and a kiss or two happen,,,, i feel like there’d be a lot of casual pecks??? like waking up in the morning KISS or “i’m going to take a shit wait for me” kiss, distracted kiss when hanji’s doing paperwork and levi needs to leave the room, just them being so comfortable around each other that physical contact happens without them even thinking about it

for modern era, hear me out, they’re totally childhood friends. probably neighbors. levi’s maybe 2 years older, but hanji gets a growth sprout in middle school and now you’ve got levi, a highschooler, shorter than a middle schooler difjsmek

in elementary school hanji gets picked on a lot, levi is their personal bodyguard and scares away all the bullies, but pretends he only did it to build a scary reputation, tsundere child blushing and stuttering “I-IT’S NOT LIKE I DID IT FOR YOU OR ANYTHING,,,,, DUMBASS,,,,,,,,,” but hanji knows lmao and calls him “my knight” and levi Dies every single time. kuchel teases the fuck out of him

hanji gifts levi the most random things and levi keeps EVERYTHING he has a secret special box under his bed and he has kept everything hanji’s ever given him since the day they met. even candy wrappers. everything. hanji finds it one day and levi Dies inside but it’s the cutest most endearing thing in the world and holy fuck they’re so in love literally soulmates

hanji probably has a family cat who is really really ugly and old and grumpy and absolutely HUGE who hates everyone but for some reason he got super attached to levi and always sits on his head. levi pretends to hate it more than Anything but hanji’s seen him tons of times giving him treats despite how much he says “get this fat sack of fleas off of me it’s UNSANITARY”

they probably start to date out of high school bc they were too awkward to do so earlier, even if they probably kissed quite a few times “just to see what the fuss is all about”. their parents probably knew they’d be married one day as early as elementary school ☠️ they’re too obvious

i feel like they’d definitely have children tbh 100% as an accident tho, just to make this completely self indulgent imma say they have triplets, weird uncommon pregnancy for the weirdest most uncommon of couples LEVI BEST DAD he’d be a stay at home dad while hanji works as a scientist in a lab and please. please just imagine three tiny daughters who look just like him but have hanji’s nose and attitude who have him wrapped around their little fingers i’m going to lkterally combust

yeah parents lh having cute tea parties with their bbs??? sign me the FUCK up

my fav tropes are hurt/comfort literally anything that involves character A being sad and character B doing the most to cheer them up [chef’s kiss] plus disgustingly mushy mutual pining and slow burn that makes me tear my hair out waiting for the fucking tension to be resolved i love torturing myself,,,,, i really fucking love forehead kisses okay i feel like levi has a permanent indent in his forehead due to the gargantuan amount of fat smooches hanji has given him in his life

thank your for visiting my askbox again dear bunny 🐰 i hope to hear from you again soon hehe ✨

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jisungsmochi · 4 years

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not my boyfriend - na jaemin

sort of based off the ariana grande song ‘boyfriend, but also sorta based off this post soo yah.

summary: it was just harmless fun, until feelings got involved and emotions were in whirl wind. but he wasn’t your boyfriend, despite how badly you wanted him to be. you wanted to cherish moments in life, but na jaemin challenged the nature of these moments.

lots of mentions of making out (i’m an innocent baby so no suggestive stuff hehe) some angst, ALOT OF FLUFF WOOO

words: 6.5k (oh she long long i’m so sorry its probably poorly written and there’s probably some mistakes woops)

p.s: please feel free to send in requests because i honestly can’t think of many ideas hehe. now enjoy this imagine!!

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it was one stupid mistake. a mistake that led to one of the most confusing situations of your life. a harmless game of seven minutes in heaven, at lee jeno’s 18th birthday party, involved you, and acquaintance, na jaemin, making out for four of those minutes.

once the bottle head landed towards you, your eyes widened in shock. not because you didn’t want to play the game, but because of who had spun the bottle. jaemin smirked, his eyes landing on you.

“shall we?, i mean you don’t have to if you don’t want to” he shrugged, playing it off.

“of course she has to! it’s no fun if she backs out of it!” haechan grumbled, everyone ignoring his comment due to his drunk demeanour.

you rolled your eyes at the drunk boy, slightly shoving him so that he fell to his side. you stood up, jaemin following your actions as you both moved to the closet under jeno’s staircase.

once you both had situated yourselves in the closet, you decided to start small talk.

“pretty romantic huh?” you joked, watching as he fiddled with the sleeves of his denim jacket.

“uh yeah i guess” he furrowed his eyebrows at you, not breaking eye contact.

“so are we actually going to do this?” you didn’t mean to come off as nervous, but how could you not?

na jaemin was arguably one of the most popular boys in the grade, and you were locked in this closet, with six minutes left on the clock.

you two used to be friends, of some sort during primary school, but drifted due to difference in cliques. you both silently had each other’s backs, always waving or just smiling at eachother in the hallways. but this was all new to you. so what if you kissed him? would things even change?

“we don’t have much time, i’m just going to kiss you, and you can choose to continue, alright?” jaemin stepped closer to you, supporting your sides as your back leaned against the wall. you didn’t know where this sudden burst of confidence came from but your heart beat wasn’t slowing down anytime soon. you nodded slowly, his hands reached to cup the side of your face. his lips lingering slightly, before flashing you another smirk and pressing your lips together. your hands instinctively reached for his shoulders, giving them a slight squeeze, before he pulled away abruptly.

you needed a moment to process what just had happened mere seconds ago. you wanted to kiss him again, the remaining 5 minutes wasn’t enough. you pulled his shoulders closer, his lips landing on your again, as you continued what he had started. it was messy, but it felt good, you couldn’t deny it. his hands roamed your sides as you played with his hair. you didn’t want it to stop.

a knock on the door interrupted you two,

“1 minute to go!”

you both pulled away, trying to regain some sense of what had just occurred.

“i uh, that was, really good” you muttered, wiping at the sides of your mouth.

“yeah it was, i would like to do it again sometime” he spoke barely above a whisper.

“wait what? do you like me or something?” god you felt so stupid, after his reply.

“uh no, but i like the way you kiss me. it’s kinda hot. if you ever want to do it again, just hit me up. kinda like friends with benefits, but not with the actual sexual acts” he came closer to you, his hand stroking your hair softly.

his proposition went against all of your morals as a person. why would you make out with someone you aren’t dating? it was so bizarre. you couldn’t wrap your head around it.

“so what you’re saying is that, we can make out and stuff but we aren’t going to be boyfriend and girlfriend?” you needed to clarify, incase this was some weird prank.

“yeah pretty much, i think you’re cute and all but i’m just not into that whole dating thing.” he shrugged before continuing “how about this, meet me at the back gates after school on tuesday, if you have thought it over and agree”

you bit your lip consciously. he was giving you a choice.

“and times up!!” jeno opened the door, eyes landing on the awkward position of you leaning against the wall with jaemin folding his arms and smirking.

“think about it, i kinda hope you say yes” jaemin turned to you before shooting you a smile and walking to join the rest of the group. he left you struck with confusion.

what has he done?

later that night when you were in bed, your mind drifted to that moment. the more you thought about it, you realised that jaemin hasn’t actually been in a serious relationship. he did have one last year but, it was clearly one sided, leaving the poor girl in shattered pieces. jaemin wasn’t completely heartless, from what you were aware of, he was just unable to commit to anything really. he wasn’t a bad person, at least, you truly hoped he wasn’t. if you were to agree to his bizarre proposition, how would that reflect you as a person? you continued to think to yourself, what if people found out? would that affect both of your reputations? and the final question that kept occurring, would you end up falling for him?

you still weren’t sure if this was a risk you were willing to take. so on the next monday, the day before you were to tell him if you had agreed, you tried to approach him, to test the extent of your classmate relationship. he was standing alone, leaning against a wall outside of a classroom. you debated whether or not to approach him, or just walk past smoothly and see if he approached you instead. you decided to go with the first option as the second seemed to be a bit of a stretch.

“hey! jaemin” you smiled at him widely, watching as he looked up from his phone and slid it into his jacket pocket.

“oh hey y/n, how are you?” he politely spoke, crossing his arms while shooting you a small grin.

“i’m good, uh are you waiting for someone?” you leaned over his shoulder to see inside the classroom.

“ah yeah, jeno is asking some questions and is taking longer than expected. at this rate he may as well just stay there for the whole lunch break” jaemin rolled his eyes.

you nodded, unsure of how to continue. you really didn’t think this through that well.

“not to be rude, but why are you talking to me right now? i mean, we haven’t spoken to eachother at school since like, the eighth grade” he chuckled softly, causing you to become speechless. how were you meant to say that you wanted to bait him into talking to you before you confirmed your crazy decision to agree to being his secret kissing buddy?

“oh yeah i know, i just uh, since the party and everything i thought we should just start talking again. if that’s okay with you” you avoided giving him eye contact, opting to stare at his shoes, which were quite clean with barely any marks.

“that’s okay with me, considering we will be spending a lot of time alone, right?” his words caught you off guard. were you being too obvious? too desperate?

“uhh what do you mean by that?” you played along, feeling the heat in your cheeks rise.

“you know what i mean, the deal still stands. tomorrow. back gates. hope to see you” he winks before, as if on cue, jeno bursts out of the classroom.

“why do we need to use geometry? it’s pointless” he groans before noticing you.

“oh hi y/n! wanna join us for lunch?” he smiled at you softly.

“it’s okay, thank you for the offer, bye guys!” you quickly blurted before turning and walking away swiftly. damn na jaemin and his good charisma. it almost sealed the deal.

the end of school on tuesday, signalled a moment of uneasiness for you. after placing your books into your bag, you made your way through the halls. many students rushing to get home, but you, were debating on where to go. as you trailed to the back exit of the school, your heart was pounding. you didn’t want to regret anything in your life, but this was a massive gamble. it would have been safe to say that when you were kids, you did have a silly crush on jaemin. but that came naturally, almost every girl in your fifth grade class had a crush on him. he was grown now. taller, more reserved, more handsome. you did want to kiss him again. you really did. but was it worth all of this?

jaemin’s figure came in sight, he was tapping away on his phone, probably playing some mobile game. he didn’t notice you initially until you were centimetres away from him.

“you scared me” he jolted back a bit before letting out a soft chuckle. he locked his phone before making eye contact with you.

“i’m assuming you’ve thought it over” he got straight to the point. you clearly weren’t the only one thinking about it.

“yeah, i have. and, i do want to take you up on the offer” you began, feeling anxious on his response. “but not without some concerns!” you avoided looking at him, but still felt his eyes focused on you.

“we can only make out in private, given that you don’t want it to seem we’re in a relationship and all” you began, looking over at him to make sure he was listening. he nodded gently at your words, waiting for you to continue.

“and i guess, just, don’t hurt me. if you don’t want to continue with this, please tell me. i really don’t want to feel used, so also respect my decisions on how this goes as well! because you can’t be the only one who dictates everyt-“

your eyes widened, your posture stiffened as jaemin smashed his lips onto yours. he pulled away instantly, watching as you stared in shock.

“you talk way too much” he mumbled, face still close to yours.

“well, that’s a good way to keep me quiet” you almost whimpered, shocked at how he had so much power over you. yet, you enjoyed every second of it. you decided to kiss him back this time, repeating the exact actions as previously in the closet.

what have you gotten yourself into?

after that day, jaemin started hanging around you at school more. it wasn’t too often that people would suspect you two were a thing, but enough for them to acknowledge that you were friends. you both had haechan as a mutual friend. he was surprised to see both you and jaemin conversing next to your locker.

“yeah honestly i don’t like going to the soccer games but the boys make me go because jeno is playing” jaemin starts ranting to you, causing you to laugh in response.

suddenly haechan approaches, you noticed, rolling your eyes awaiting some sort of teasing from him.

“well what do we have here? jaemin and y/n actually becoming friends?” he lightly joked, shoving both of your shoulders.

“yeah very funny” you groaned before crossing your arms.

“didn’t you know? y/n were hella tight back in the day, right?” jaemin fed off of haechan’s comedic energy, making you softly smile.

“that’s right, i remember when you forgot your swimmers at home at my pool party in the 5th grade so you had to wear your undies” you let out a loud chuckle, causing haechan to also laugh, whilst pointing at jaemin.

to your surprise, jaemin also let out a small chuckle, running a hand through his hair “ah yes, one of my proudest moments, you forgot to mention that your best friend also confessed to me on that day” he retaliated back, damn he was good. haechan also laughed in response to his words,

“you two are hilarious, i’m glad we can all hang out now! y/n, come to jeno soccer game this friday! let jaemin pick you up since you guys are now besties” haechan insisted. you shot your eyes to jaemin.

“yeah sounds good” jaemin complied, resulting in haechan to nod in response before bidding a goodbye and running off to get food.

“i thought you said you didn’t like going to his games?” you turned to jaemin who was fiddling with his sleeves.

“uh yeah, well i mean, maybe it’s time to change. might also give us an excuse to make out”. this would be one of the first times you would make out, outside of school, it was an understatement to say you were looking forward to friday.

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“y/n! someone is here to see you!” your brother, chenle, yelled from the front door. he was slightly pissed off due to being interrupted from his video game. you rushed to the door, bidding a quick goodbye to your brother, telling him that you’ll bring him back a corn dog or something. jaemin smiled at you in awe, but quickly masked it with asking you,

“do you know much about soccer?”

you contemplated for a moment before answering, “i guess the basics, sometimes chenle watches it on tv but he usually watches basketball”

jaemin watches you with every word, not realising you both had reached his car. he shook himself out of his short daze and opened the door for you to enter the passenger side, he wasn’t sure why he did it. usually he would let people just open the door for themselves, but he just wanted to do this for you.

once he entered the car, he looked at you, giving you a small smile before leaning in. your heart was pounding, you knew what was coming. he placed his lips on yours like he had many time before, pulling away after a short five seconds. you smiled into the kiss, pulling him back which made him let out a small giggle that just made your heart flutter.

“hey we can’t get carried away, jeno will be grumpy if we show up late!” jaemin muttered, before starting the car. he always seemed to be the one changing the subject, but you didn’t mind, there would plenty of opportunities for you both to continue.

it was half time of the game, haechan and renjun went to the bathroom and grab some food, leaving you and jaemin alone. it was fairly cold that night, which you didn’t expect, as you wore a large grey hoodie and some shorts. jaemin had placed his jacket into your lap, making you blush.

“come with me” jaemin whispered in your ear, sending a small shiver down your spine. he grabbed your wrist gently, leading you towards the car park. you learn against the back of his car, as he began kissing your cheeks. you softly giggled, interrupting him,

“it’s getting cold, put this back on” you referred to his jacket in which he complied. after putting his jacket on, you grabbed the collar of the jacket and pulled him towards you.

“nice move” he mumbled, not wasting time as he leaned in. your hands were tangled in his hair, his hands placed at the top of your hips, slightly rubbing your sides. your back started to ache due to the pressure of being pressed against the car but you didn’t really care at this moment. your head moved to the right as did he, everything just fit in place. he pulled away momentarily, placing his forehead on yours,

“god you’re so pretty”

your mouth opened, a wave of surprise taking over you. he hadn’t really complimented you before, nonetheless look so deeply into your eyes whilst saying such sweet words.

before you could even have a chance to respond, he pulled you close to him, stroking your hair softly.

“let’s get back, the others might be suspicious” he whispered, letting your arms slowly intertwine, as you walked back to the bleachers. na jaemin was gorgeous. confusing. yet, he was the only person that could have ever made you enjoy this situation.

a few weeks had passed since the soccer game. you and jaemin weren’t talking as much as you had hoped, but there was plenty of kissing involved.

he had began to be more touchy with you, which you didn’t mind at all, but it always led you to believe there was something more, until you were hit with reality.

haechan’s birthday party was coming up soon, and you were pretty excited. you were hoping there would be another game of seven minutes in heaven, only with jaemin. he told you that he would pick you up once again, in which you honestly didn’t have any other choice. you were finishing up putting on your shoes, when jaemin rang your doorbell. you opened the door, rather too quickly, causing the corner to hit your toe. you groaned in pain, causing you to fall forward, resulting in jaemin holding you up.

“i’m so clumsy, sorry” your face flushed a bright red shade, jaemin smirking at your adorable reaction. you closed the door behind you before jaemin wrapped his arm around your shoulders. you couldn’t deny the ecstatic feeling you got when jaemin was affectionate with you in the slightest ways. from simple hand holding, when no one was looking, to small brushes of your elbows, any sort of contact made your heart swoon.

you both arrived at the party, feeling many eyes on you two. jaemin still had his arm wrapped around your shoulders, leading you into haechan’s house which was already a mess. he led you both to the kitchen, where jeno was furiously shoving people away from him in order to grab some water.

“oh there you guys are! i’ve lost haechan, he’s gone wild!” jeno panted, before sipping from the water bottle he tried so hard to obtain.

“ehh he’s probably having the time of his life” jaemin shrugged, moving his hand down to attach to your waist. this caught jeno’s attention, causing him to cough awkwardly.

“i’m gonna go find him, incase he’s throwing up somewhere, have fun you guys” he smiled brightly before rushing off. jaemin pulled you closer to him, his back leaning against the side of the counter with you standing in between his legs. he tangled your fingers together, holding onto them gently.

“why are you suddenly being so soft huh?” you decided to tease.

“i mean, i can stop if you want me to” he retaliated, letting go of your hands dramatically. you laughed at his childish ways, before grabbing his hands again. you placed a small kiss on his knuckles, which made his heart stop. he couldn’t deny the feelings he had for you, but things don’t always go his way. he’d rather have you as just a temporary thing, than someone he had to commit to, putting him at risk of jeopardising the relationship. you stared up at him, watching as he rubbed you surface of your hands so softly. he brought one of his hands to cup your cheek, before leaning in and giving you a soft kiss. you were going to continue, when suddenly haechan came up to you guys, clearly drunk.

“come upstairs, we’re gonna play spin the bottle”

you looked over at jaemin who just raised an eyebrow before guiding you along with him to go upstairs.

to avoid any more suspicions from people at the party on the status of you and jaemin, you both decided to sit at opposite sides of the circle. jeno sat next to you and renjun was on your other side.

haechan span the bottle first, as expected of the birthday boy, landing on the class president, siyeon. it was an unspoken rumour that they had a thing, but never really acted on it, until now. siyeon made her way over to haechan before smashing her lips on his, catching him off guard. everyone just ended up clapping, as they both made their moves.

next it was jaemin’s turn to spin. you were internally praying it would land on you. the bottle span so slowly in your mind, frustrating you as you were curious of the outcome. it finally came to a halt, but to your loss, it landed on nayoung. she wasn’t just any girl. she was the girl who his friends always thought he would end up with. his ideal girl, subjectively. before you and jaemin started your thing, you always saw him and nayoung around school together. rumours always spurred that they were dating but nothing more came from it. so when you were seated there, as jaemin leaned to kiss her. you felt a small fraction of your heart crack. you watched as her arms wrapped around his neck, just like how yours did mere minutes ago. you watched as his continued kissing her as if he couldn’t stop. but then you realised. you two weren’t serious. this whole agreement wasn’t meant to make you feel hurt like this. you weren’t meant to get jealous. you weren’t meant to feel like you were literally going to have an emotional breakdown. but you just couldn’t detach your emotions from the physical affections of na jaemin. and that was your own fault.

jeno noticed how uncomfortable you had gotten, leading him to tap your shoulder. tears glossed over your eyes, you wiped them away quickly before looking at him.

“do you need some air?” he offered, anything would be better than being here right now. you nodded before getting up from the circle, taking one last look at jaemin who was glaring at jeno, who had put his arm around your shoulder.

jeno led you to the front of the house, and sat with you on haechan’s porch swing.

“you don’t have to answer me but are you okay?” he gave you a solemn look.

you hesitated answering, unsure of what his intentions were but you were so distraught, you needed to blow off some steam.

“i’m not sure to be honest. i want to be okay, but everything in there was too much” you tried to be as vague as possible.

“was it nayoung and jaemin?” you heart ached again. why couldn’t it just stop?

you didn’t want to respond, jeno noticed, deciding not to push any further.

“just so you know. jaemin isn’t as horrible as he seemed up there. yes, what he did, was really unfair to you. and yes, we’ve noticed that you two seem to have some kind of thing going on” jeno let it out to you.

“we don’t have a thing” you denied.

“don’t lie to yourself. there is something there. he would never have brought someone to his friend’s party, with his arm slinging around them.”

you didn’t know what to say back to him. jeno just kept looking at you, searching for some type of reaction.

“well it doesn’t look like there will be anything soon. i’m going to end it. it hurts too much” you merely whispered, tears falling at this point. jeno rubbed your shoulder gently, comforting you in the best way he could.

“you’re never going to tell him how you feel?” he pleaded.

“why would i? i don’t want to deal with rejection. can you just take me home?” you sighed in frustration. jeno decided not to talk about it further and drop you off at home, where you ran to your room and sobbed for the rest of the night.

screw na jaemin.

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unfortunately you had contracted the flu due to being out in the cold for that night without a jacket. you subjected to your mum’s warnings as she continually scolded you on always bringing a jacket. chenle chuckled at your scoldings, causing you to throw a pillow at him, eventually missing each time.

“hey you rat, throw the pillow at me again and i won’t buy you any bubble tea when i come back from school” chenle threatened. you rolled your eyes before groaning, “fine that’s fair, and i would like an earl grey milk tea with pearls thank you very much!” you shouted as he was already one foot out the door. you sighed before scrolling through endless posts on instagram. you stumbled on some photos from haechan’s party, many were just drunk teenagers posing in the most awkward positions you had ever seen.

suddenly, your phone started ringing, an unknown number appearing. you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion before answering.

“hello?” you asked hesitantly.

“hey, is this y/n?” you recognised that voice, it was renjun

“yeah it’s me, what’s up?” you continued, interested in what he had to say.

“there’s something you need to know. since you’re not at school today, you aren’t witnessing the wrath of jaemin. last night after you left, jaemin pretty much beat up jeno, thinking he was trying to hit on you or something. i’m not too sure of the facts. but anyway, jeno is busted up at the moment and jaemin is just treating us guys like trash, can you please tell your boyfriend to come to his senses?” renjun was clearly irritated with the whole situation, as were you. jaemin had never been the violent type in your eyes. sure he presented a ‘dark’ and ‘edgy’ image for himself. but you had never imagined something like this to come from him. also, renjun calling jaemin your boyfriend, had you even more stunned.

“he’s not my boyfriend” you groaned.

“yeah well tell him that, you need to talk to him. i just thought i should tell you so you don’t hear fabricated lies when you come back.” he let out a short sigh at the other end, clearly at a loss for words.

“thank you for telling me, i appreciate it a lot. i’ll talk to jaemin but i can’t guarantee anything” you were being honest. even though jaemin was soft and cuddly around you, didn’t mean he listened to every single one of your concerns. and last night really didn’t help your relationship at all. this was going to be a mission.

when you returned to school, two days after the phone call, jaemin almost immediately walked up to you and pulled you aside. you took a minute to process what had happened.

“uh hi?” it came out more like a question, as you didn’t expect him to even talk to you, especially at school.

“where have you been? you haven’t been at school” he asked you, with a stern tone.

“i had the flu” you shrugged, not sure where this was going.

“why didn’t you message me? i was waiting for you” he slightly pouted , causing you to pout back.

“i’m sorry, we just really need to talk face to face” you admitted. he nodded in return, walking you to his car. you both sat inside of it, memories of that night rushing back to you.

“okay first off, i’m just gonna come clean and tell you that i beat up jeno. i’m not proud of it. i’ve treated the guys like shit because i can’t get myself to apologise. god what’s wrong with me?” he let out, slamming his hands on the dashboard. you remained calm.

“at least you could admit you were at fault. just let the steam cool off before you go and apologise. they don’t deserve to be treated that way. what was it all about anyway?” you hoped he answered truthfully.

“it was about you. i kinda got mad that you and jeno went to talk. i just thought that, he was going to make a move on you or something. and i heard he took you home which just made me even more mad. i don’t know why. i don’t know what came over me” he admitted. he was so vulnerable, so innocent. you didn’t know what to make of it.

“but did you literally forget that you kissed nayoung right in front of me?” you retorted, slightly fed up with his blame on others.

he opened his mouth before closing it again, remaining silent.

“that’s what i thought. jeno was comforting me because i was upset about you kissing her. i know we both said that feelings wouldn’t get involved but quite frankly i can’t help it. every time you hold my hand or kiss me i feel like i’m over the moon. i get so happy when you message me at night to sneak out so we can make out in the back of your car. i get excited when you hold my waist while we walk in public. i like the way you kiss me like there’s no one else in the room. but that night, made me realise how delusional i was. i think we should just end this whole thing. it hasn’t been such a positive experience for the both of us. i’m sorry, jaemin, that i couldn’t detach my emotions from our physical connection. i hope you’re okay with that.” and before he could say anything back, you got out of his car and walked to your first class, tears threatening to spill, but you had to hold it in. why did it have to be like this?

days and weeks went by with no contact from jaemin. you had checked up on jeno to see if he was doing okay, and he assured you that jaemin had apologised to him and his friends. which only left you. you felt selfish for expecting an apology from jaemin. what did he need to apologise for? you were the one who caught feelings, even when he stated he probably wouldn’t reciprocate them. god you felt so stupid.

you noticed that he didn’t attend many of his classes, specifically the ones you shared together. it made you worried, even though you hated to admit it. but you cared for him. and you weren’t stopping anytime soon.

it the the final soccer game of the season. jeno was pumped for it, and invited you to come and watch. you decided to go, just to spend some time with the rest of the boys. you lowkey wanted jaemin to come, but unfortunately he had told jeno he wasn’t going to attend. you felt slightly disheartened, expecting that maybe, just maybe he would come to see you. but that was you trying to believe in something that didn’t exist.

as you watched the game intensely, haechan and renjun were shouting beside you, cheering for jeno. you laughed at their silly chants and funny faces they were making at him. these were the moments you wanted to cherish. you received a notification at the moment, taking out your phone:

jaemin: meet me in the car park, i’m standing outside of my car. i need to tell you something

you stared at your screen intently, unsure of what to do next. they two boys noticed, worried due to your expression.

“what’s wrong?” renjun asks.

“jaemin wants to talk, he’s here right now” you told them, they looked at eachother then back at you.

“you should talk to him” haechan suggested, renjun nodding along

“yeah what’s the worse that could happen” they both shrugged.

you sort of agreed before getting up and saying goodbye to them. you made your way to the car park, heart pounding out of your chest. jaemin came into view, he leaned against his car. his hair was parted to the right, his skin was illuminating under the lamp post, his jacket draped over his shoulders effortlessly. gosh he was stunning. but he wasn’t yours.

“hey” you approached him quietly.

“oh hey” he almost seemed shocked to see you in front of him. it would have been almost three weeks since you had properly spoken.

“what did you want to talk about?” you stepped closer to him, wanting him to hold you in this cold weather, but you were sadly disappointed when he shot you a confused look.

“i think i just need to be honest with you” he sighed, accepting defeat in the battle of his emotions.

“i had a crush on you when we were in primary. you were the only girl that was ballsy enough to invite me to her birthday party, which just made me so happy that, wow, this little girl had some confidence!” he smiled so widely, it made your knees weak.

“i knew i wanted to be friends with you for the longest time. and we did, but then life just got in the way and we never really got to be close. i had always admired you from afar, that sounds so creepy but uh, i just would always pay attention to you in class. and whenever someone spoke badly about you, i was always on their case. i don’t know if it was out of annoyance or the fact that i may have still had a silly crush on you. but there was just something about you that i just wanted to get to know.” at this point he couldn’t look you in the eyes.

“nayoung was just a distraction for me. i sound like such a dick for putting it that way but i just wanted to get her to help me stop thinking about you. i was so cold to you, prior to jeno’s party. when we got chosen to go in the closet i just went out on a whim and hoped that i would be able to kiss you at least once in my lifetime, even if it was in a stuffy closet” you both laughed, you stepped closer to jaemin, making him look you in the eyes.

“and when you agreed to kiss me whenever i wanted and let me hug you and hold your hand, god i thought my heart was going to explode. i tried so hard to put up this front that i didn’t want to commit because well, i was scared. i’m scared of fucking things up with you. i knew it would be my fault that we didn’t work. and look what happened. i fucked up by kissing nayoung, i wanted to prove to myself that i really had fallen for you. i didn’t feel a single spec of a spark with her. but every time i kissed you, it was like, a thousand bolts of electricity shot through me, okay that was hella corny” he chuckled, before resting his hands on top of yours.

“so what i wanted to tell you is that. i’m not scared anymore. the last time you spoke to me just really impacted me. i needed to reevaluate everything as soon as i could. i’m so sorry it took me this long to finally apologise to you. but i am so sorry for hurting you. that was the last thing i wanted to do. but i wouldn’t take back what i did, because it wouldn’t have led me to this moment. y/n, i have fallen for you. pretty damn hard. you’ve made me cry, made me jealous and made me even beat up my best friend. i’m so crazy for you and i just want you to still feel that for me. do you?” he stared into your eyes with such vulnerability and fragility. you rested your palm to his cheek, wiping away a single tear that shed from his eye. you nodded a bit too aggressively.

“who said i ever stopped?” you smirked before going on your tippy toes to pull him into a short but sweet kiss.

“i truly don’t deserve you. please forgive me” he whined into the kiss, making you smile even more.

“of course i forgive you. even though some of the things you did were completely idiotic and made me want to yank out your hair. i can’t deny that i have strong feelings for you. and i would really like to see how we can be without having to sneak around and only make out. i want to go on dates with you, na jaemin! i want to meet your family and go to cute cafes and eat so much food we both develop food babies! i want to go on an adventure with you, whatever the risks are. i’m willing to take it” you spoke with such emotion, you both ended up crying. jaemin pulled you in for another kiss, this one wasn’t filled with such tension as the first time, but this time it just felt right. he was finally yours.

[ 2 months later ]

you were all hanging out at jaemin’s house, watching a silly children’s movie and critiquing it to the core. you were snuggled up against jaemin’s side, with his arm over your shoulders. he would give you small pecks on your forehead throughout the film, making you blush each time. you would bury your head into his shoulder whenever you felt tired which just made his heart flutter ecstatically.

jaemin decided to throw some popcorn at renjun who had fallen asleep in an uncomfortable position. you were all giggling at the situation, causing renjun to stir awake from his sleep.

“ugh, y/n can you please tell your boyfriend to stop annoying me?!” renjun irritatedly groaned.

“hes not my boyfriend!” you decided to joke.

“hey!!!” jaemin pouted from bestie you, crossing his arms.

“i’m kidding” you whispered to him before pulling him in for a kiss.

“gross, why did we encourage them to get together?” haechan rolled his eyes before throwing a pillow at you two.

“let them be!” jeno retorted before throwing a pillow at haechan. you all erupted into a fit of laughter before continuing with the agenda for the night.

after the boys had left jaemin’s house, you prepared to sleep over, as it was the first time, you were more than nervous. jaemin came up behind you and hugged you, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“whatcha thinking about?” he mumbled into your skin.

“you” you flirted, turning to face him. he smiled widely, pulling you closer to him so that your chests met. he leaned down, capturing your lips in his. he led you towards his bed, both of you collapsing onto the mattress. you both positioned yourselves to face eachother in bed. he pulled you into his chest, softly rubbing up and down your arm.

“jaems” you whispered.

“hm?” he looked down at you.

“i just wanted to tell you that i love you and you’re super cute” you blushed while looking to see his reaction.

“i-i love you too” he engulfed you in a hug before kissing you all over your face.

“and you are super duper cute!” he giggled, before resuming his attack of kisses on your face.

these were the moments you cherished the most.

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A Gentle Blade Part 21

Part 20 here

Okay, this chapter is kind of massive. You've been warned. On that note, I really loved the interactions in it!

@tears-and-lilies

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The cell door creaked open. Kastion figured it would be the queen returning with Leera. She'd taken the assassin away immediately following dinner, and for a moment, the prince feared she was punishing Leera for her outburst. If that were the case, he realized, he would be put in pain right now. But he wasn't. Kastion was left alone in his cell.

Of course, that was until now as a form stepped in. At first the prince didn't recognize who it was, thinking it would be a guard. It took Kastion looking at the person from toe to head to realize it was his best friend. He stood immediately at the realization.

Without another thought, he threw himself at Dogars, wrapping his arms around his friend's neck. The hug didn't last a second. Dogars grabbed the prince by either shoulder and shoved him away.

Almost immediately, Kastion fell into a pit of analysis, trying to figure out why his friend, whom he'd known since childhood, and hadn't seen for...how long was the prince in Ecksthnie? A month? Regardless of how long it had been, Kastion thought his friend would be excited to see him, not angrily shoving him away.

So what was it then? A betrayal? Had Dogars been working with the queen the whole time?

Before anymore outlandish questions could capture his mind, a hand landed on Kastion's shoulder, before another grabbed his opposite hand. The prince was yanked to his feet and enveloped by Dogars just as he had done before to him.

"Sorry, had to make sure there were no guards around."

The prince nodded and pulled away. "Good thinking."

"Something you haven't been doing."

"That's the first thing we're going to talk about?" Kastion shook his head with a huff. He already knew he was foolish. It didn't mean he wouldn't have come to Rennera's palace, but he would have come up with an actual plan instead of winging everything. Either way, he already knew what his friend was thinking. He didn't need it said aloud.

Dogars let out a sarcastic laugh. "Kastion, I'm talking to you in a damn cell. Yes, it's the first thing we're going to talk about. Have you even thought about how you're going to get out of here?"

"Not really," the prince admitted. He slid against the wall until he sat on the cold floor once again. He felt the chill even through his pants. He almost laughed, realizing he was still dressed like a king. It reminded him of the way Leera looked at him when he first walked in after he had his bath. Had she been scared? She talked to him for the majority of the dinner. He should have asked.

"Not really? Kas, you can't stay here. Think of Thharewood. And come on, your father is-"

"Has he gotten better? Any at all?"

The emissary shook his head with closed eyes. He then pinched the skin between his brows and sighed. "The queen is having to fill in for him."

"Well what's he like? He can still recover, can't he? The medics said he would be okay. He shouldn't be getting worse." The prince could feel his heart rate rising, beating against his chest like it was a cage. It needed a way out. Kastion could feel it about to burst.

Bending down, Dogars patted his friend's shoulder. It was the best comfort he could offer. "I'm sorry," he said. "The least you can do is return. He's worried about you, Kastion. Maybe you coming home could lift his spirits."

Kastion didn't know how to tell his friend that he couldn't come back. That thought in itself made him feel guilty. Shouldn't he want to return as soon as possible? He did want to return, but not without Leera. The prince wouldn't leave her. But he also couldn't leave his father. The king was dying, lying on his death bed right this second. Kastion felt like he was being selfish by not jumping at the idea of returning to Thharewood.

Moments of silence followed the two men. The prince went through his normal emotions, whereas Dogars was thinking through plans.

As vicious as the queen claimed to be, Dogars saw right through her. She was trying so desperately to appear tough that she was making mistakes left and right. No matter how hard he tried to figure out why she was wanting to marry Kastion, a prince who claimed to be a bounty hunter, he couldn't piece it together. At first, it made sense. Queen Rennera wanted to marry the man who brought back the killer of her husband. It was an instant love situation. But then at dinner, Kastion was tied up, clearly some sort of punishment. It was because he tried to run away with Leera.

"You said you haven't made any plans to get out, but the queen said you tried to run away with the assassin. So she's lying?" Dogars would never question his friend's honesty.

"Leera," the prince said rather snappily. "The assassin's name is Leera."

"Okay, Leera, whatever. You never tried to help her escape. Why were you bundled in rope?"

The prince's eyes flickered several times like torchlight. "I-well...The queen seized a moment."

"You left yourself vulnerable."

"To put it kindly, yes."

"I want the brute truth, Kas."

He made a sound similar to hehe. A pitiful noise, one sweet and innocent. It was the same chuckle Dogars had grown accustomed to when the prince did something foolish.

"She gave me an ointment to give Leera, didn't say what it was, but I trusted it would heal Leera, so I out it on her lips. It hurt her, real bad." The prince proceeded to talk about how Rennera made him out to be guilty of some wicked plan, and continued, "I thought to myself that I had no right to defend myself. I'm the reason Leera is here. I hired her. I should have known the queen would respond cruelly. And beyond that, I shouldn't have asked for her name." The prince went on, and on, and on, barely leaving any room for his own breaths.

Dogars let Kastion speak. He needed it, to let it all out. Maybe if he released all that he was bottling, he could finally think straight and they could formulate a plan to get them- all three of them, apparently- out of there.

Still, before he made a plan, Dogars wanted to know why Rennera wanted to marry his friend. It wasn't because he tried to run off with the assas- Leera. Then what was it?

"Have you learned anything about the queen since you've been here?"

Kastion thought about it, not really knowing what answer the emissary was looking for. "She doesn't like hurting people." A chuckle sounded, an irritated and exasperated one. "I believe her, Dogars. She talked about the past king and how badly he treated her. She's scared, alright? It's why she took Leera and tortured her. I sided with Leera so now she's being forced to be the same way with me. But I'm her 'future king' so I guess my treatment is a bit kinder."

"That," Dogars said. "That's the part I'm trying to figure out. Why is she trying to marry you?"

The prince shrugged. "I don't know. Been trying to figure out the same thing."

They both hummed, and before either one could think up an answer, there were footsteps coming from the staircase. The two men in the cell fell silent.

Kastion jumped to his own feet at the sound of stumbled steps and a gasp. Not just any gasp, though. It belonged to Leera.

"Sit down!" Dogars whisper-yelled at the prince. "Don't ruin this more than you already have." The words were harsh, and he didn't mean it that way, but if Kastion acted out any while a guard was down here, he had no doubt something bad would happen.

The prince bit his tongue as he felt a small amount of defiance ready to spill out. He needed to stay calm, act calm. Kastion could be angry all he wanted, but he needed to keep a cool.

"Move faster."

More stumbling feet, a beat against a wall. The guard who was bringing Leera was shoving her. Kastion bit his tongue harder, curling the tip over his top front teeth. If he bit it any harder, he was afraid he'd cut it in half.

"Step aside and don't try anything."

For the second time that day, Kastion heard the metal door swing open on its squeaky hinges. Leera stepped in, Crooked Guard following.

Crooked didn't bother addressing anyone already in the cell. He spoke only to Leera, saying, "To the wall. You have valuable company tonight."

Now Dogars spoke up. "Oh, now I'm valuable?" He chuckled, a real one this time. Not fake and frustrated. "I didn't realize I was worthy of protection. Though I suppose my wooden chair was on the opposite end of the assassin and bounty hunter."

The guard ignored the emissary, focusing only on locking the shackles behind Leera's back. She wouldn't meet anyone's eyes while this was happening. Kastion felt something twist in his stomach at her behaviour. There was no bite left in her. She was just...letting Crooked restrict her without a fight or argument. What happened? She looked okay, but she didn't act okay.

"It isn't necessary, guard. If the queen could handle her, I'm sure I'm just as capable."

Instead of trying to defend the queen like surely the whole room thought, Crooked said, "Oh, I'm sure you could. But I like to see the assassin at anyone's mercy. Plus," he smiled. "I know for a fact it bothers this one." He bobbed his head in Kastion's direction, who bit his tongue even harder, and thankfully realized he couldn't bite his tongue off so easily as he thought.

Crooked left, laughing as he heard the male prisoner's breath picking up in a heavy anger. He mentioned as he left to Dogars that he should call for him when he was ready to leave the cell.

Immediately, when he thought the guard was out of earshot, Kastion asked, "Leera, are you okay?"

"Don't ask me that question," she said quietly. Still, she wasn't looking up.

"Are you hurt?" he asked instead.

"This is the prince from the story, yeah? Dogars?"

Now it was Dogars' turn to ask a question, only it was directed towards the real prince in the room. "You told her I was-"

"She knows," Kastion interrupted. "About me, I mean."

"You're the best friend. You're not the prince, but he," Leera nodded at Sir Guard. "Liked to humour me that way a few days- or was it a few weeks- ago."

"Does she know where we belong to?"

"No, but it wouldn't matter if she did. Leera isn't an enemy."

"She's not a friend. She's dangerous, and I don't mean it because she is an assassin." Dogars glanced at Leera, who continued to keep her head held down. It only proved the point he was about to make. "Kas, this girl could very well rat you out." He quickly amended, "Not that she'd want to, but it could easily happen if the pain grows too great for her to handle."

"She wouldn't."

"I wouldn't."

It was said at the same time, but Leera was always fearful of knowing Sir Guard was a prince. She liked the situation even less now, when Dogars called him 'Kas'. She would do her best to forget the name entirely. It terrified her that one day she might slip up, tell the queen exactly who Sir Guard was, if only to save herself or him. But telling Rennera who he was would actually either kill or save the prince. It was that fact that scared her even more.

The emissary shook his head, huffing. "Look, I don't know what bond you two have, but save it for later. You," He pointed at Kastion. "Need to come home. Immediately. And once we get back, if you still want to get your lady friend back, we can send some men, multiple men, who actually think before they act."

"She's not just a lady friend." Sir Guard wasn't sure what he meant by this, but 'lady friend' wasn't right. It sounded too dismissive. He wasn't sure whether it was his regular guilt or something else that told him not to call Leera as such. It didn't matter, did it? He was in a cell with her and they were both okay. That was all that mattered. They, she, was okay. "I won't leave her, not for a second if I can help it."

"So what then? You care more about an assassin's life than your own kingdom's?"

"Lower your voice," Leera snapped.

Dogars raised his brows, not out of anger, but of surprise. At least for now she was willing to keep his prince's identity secret. And his own, he supposed.

The emissary continued, "Kastion, one person or a kingdom of people? You need to come home. We can come back for her. I'm sure she would wish the same, wouldn't you, Leera?"

Finally, she looked up, though it was without much thought. Dogars used her name for the first time. Of course, it was used only so she could aid him in making her only friend leave, but the prince's friend was right. Her life was only one. Sir Guard was responsible for thousands of people, in a way. He was only a prince, not a king yet, but he would be the latter at some point. Maybe even soon, who knew? Either way, he needed to go home, and she even stated that aloud, but Sir Guard wasn't listening to her.

No, the prince's mouth was slightly agape, and he was walking slowly towards her. At first Leera'd been standing several paces away from the wall, but as he neared, she backed up, tucking her chin down again, letting her hair fall over the sides of her face like it had been before.

"You are hurt," Sir Guard whispered. "Why didn't you say so when I asked?"

"Because I'm not hurt. I'm fine." Her voice was sharp, but it meant nothing as the prince pushed her hair behind her ears. She thought this was the closest, and softest, he'd ever been. He didn't seem angry like she expected, but only saddened. She swallowed, looking up at him with no point in hiding anymore. Her hair wasn't covering the bruises being tucked behind her ears, and the torchlight was bright.

"Who did it?"

"It doesn't matter, Ka-" No! Leera wasn't supposed to know his name. She was supposed to be forgetting what Dogars said. Kas- Kastion, any variety of the name...it didn't exist. And there was no prince, except when Leera needed to convince him to go home. He was Sir Guard, her used-to-be personal guard who was a bounty hunter before unfortunately falling into Queen Rennera's grasp. "It doesn't matter who did it. I'm fine, Sir Guard. I'm fine."

"Then why were you hiding it?"

"Because I don't want you mouthing off again!" She took a deep breath. "You're stupid sometimes, you know that? You used to think about things before you did them, but you're letting some- I don't know- something hinder your intellect. I hid my cheek because you keep making your situation worse. The queen lied when she said she would take our actions and punish the other of us for it. If you screw up, she will hurt you. Do you understand that? I can handle whatever she throws at me, a sharp metaled fist or scorching clamps, I'll take all of it. You don't deserve any of that. Go home."

Dogars took all of her chatting time to find a clean spot on the wall to lean against. He wouldn't sit because sitting left room for an attack he couldn't easily defend against. Not that anyone would attack them in a cell, but still. He had to remain cautious since his best friend never was, especially now as he was infatuated with the assassin.

Kastion squinted his eyes. "I'm stupid for trying to keep her focus on me instead of you?"

"Yes," Leera responded. "Yes, you are. I told you, I'm here because I made a mistake. It has nothing to do with you. It never did. You shouldn't even be here. You shouldn't be jeopardizing yourself for my sake. Listen to your friend. Return to your kingdom, but don't bother sending men. I'll make it out on my own, or I won't. Don't concern yourself with me. I'm getting what I deserve."

"Seems like you're just as guilty of self-blaming as I am." He smiled, their faces still too close to one another's. "I am not leaving unless I can take you with." He swiveled on his heel. "You should both get used to that idea because I won't change my mind. Leera comes with or I guess I'll just have to make an escape plan of my own. You know how that will go, don't'cha, Garsie?"

Dogars sighed. Bringing out my nickname from when we were ten, really? "Then what do you want me to do? I don't think I can sneak you out of here during my stay. I leave in two mornings."

"Whatever you think is best. As long as you include Leera in what you come up with, I don't care how anything is done."

Leera reasoned, "You should keep me out of it. If you take me, you will start a war with the queen. I'm her property and you know this." She was speaking to Sir Guard. "It's why you brought me back when you found me in the woods. You knew she would only hunt us before we ever reached whatever your kingdom is."

"Your lips are better," the prince commented. Dogars would have spit his drink if he even had one. So Kastion did have a crush on her, didn't he?

"Before the dinner, she gave me more of the...whatever that stuff is. Oh, and after."

"The poison?" Dogars shook his head. He couldn't believe what his friend told him earlier. Kastion fragging poisoned himself. At least the assassin cleared something up a little bit. Maybe the prince didn't fancy her and was only referring to the girl's injuries. Still, the way Kastion was acting, always defending Leera, it was unusual. Dogars swore his best friend fell in love, and he would kill him for it.

"They look much less swollen. Do they still hurt?"

"Not anymore, thankfully. Can we get back on topic?"

The three of them argued more. Two against one, of course. Leera and Dogars had the common sense to let the assassin stay in Queen Rennera's domain. As much pain as she would be put through, she could take it. It was better than a prince being senselessly kept as well when he had so much potential elsewhere. Kastion needed to leave, to return to his homeland and fulfill whatever duties a prince had. And Leera needed...to put on a brave face. She handled the queen's tortures before Sir Guard. She could handle them after him, too. Right?

Leera would be terrified when Sir Guard did escape. She would probably break a few times, beg over and over again for whatever horror she was facing to stop. She'd probably try to escape on her own and fail. There had only ever been one guard to help her before the prince, and that guard had been...put to rest. The assassin had to pull herself out of the memory where the guard was killed, when she hadn't watched his death, but listened. She should have watched, should have faced what she caused, but she was cowardice.

Kastion bit his tongue, clenched his fists. "I am not. Leaving you. Here. The more you try to convince me to, the more I feel like staying and suffering with you. I deserve this, not you. And before you get upset with me for blaming myself, it's what I was taught to do. It's who I am and you won't change that. You either come with or we're both staying."

"Can't say the same thing if you have another taste of that poison." Leera said this, and for a second time this night, Sir Guard was shocked. First it had been because she wasn't fighting Crooked. Now it was because she was threatening to poison him if he didn't leave.

"I'm done talking about this," he said. "I have my mind made up. Dogars, you're under my higher authority and you'll do what I say." Kastion hated playing that card almost more than anything else, but desperate times called for desperate measures. If he didn't say this, his friend would continue to argue as long as they already had been.

Conversation shifted. They needed to get something out of this so when the queen undoubtedly asked later, then Dogars could explain...well, anything. Why he was down there? What did he learn? Was it what he wanted? Needed?

Kastion suggested, "You wanted to know about my past."

Leera nodded, "He already has a story for it. Surely it wasn't just the queen who was curious about 'the future king'. Who was he before being a bounty hunter?"

The emissary nodded. "That's good," and he listened as the two explained the short backstory. Sir Guard was from the fish kingdom, Harcose, where he lived by a lake. There was no coverage and birds ate all of his supply. He fell into poverty. They added onto the story that his parents practically disowned him when he suggested he hunted bounties. They would have preferred he'd been a mercenary because at least then there was a variety of jobs. Bounty hunting always involved criminals.

"How about a name? You can't have a false identity without a name."

"I have so far," Kastion said. "Leera didn't even know my name until you said it earlier."

"For once I'm the one who jacked up." Dogars dragged a hand down his face. "Leera, you said earlier the queen wanted the back story, which you already gave her. Has she ever mentioned wanting his name?"

"Once, before she brought me to the dinner table, she was ready to do something to get a name." She rolled her shoulders, which were progressively becoming sore from being held awkwardly behind her. She bent her elbows to stretch for a little bit. "The queen concluded that as a bounty hunter he might not have a name, and dismissed it until I gave her the story he gave me. Now, she is a little bit more curious. She brought out a map to figure out where he lived, to see what lake didn't have trees. I was dismissed before she found anything."

Kastion sighed. Dogars raked his face down again. "Fact checking," the prince said. "I figured she would do that, but I thought the story was fool-proof."

"Keep things as vague as possible. Using Harcose was smart, but the lake without trees is too specific."

"So no name?" Sir Guard asked.

Dogars shook his head. "Until she asks for one, you don't have a name. Leera should continue to call you Sir Guard." He didn't question how that name came to be. It was an insignificant detail. "We should still make up a name though, for when she does ask."

"He was a fisherman. His name should have something to do with that. Unless he abandoned that identity to become the bounty hunter. They always change their names, makes them more known."

The emissary huffed. "Maybe assassins should take up the tradition of using different names."

"The goal is to be un-known."

"Hard to get business that way, isn't it?"

"Better than everyone knowing your name and being able to predict your actions."

"Fake name," Dogars reminded her. "You gave away your real name."

"How do you know it's not a fake name? I could have given you any name. As long as you have a face or a known victim to match a name with, that's all it matters. I gave you a name, it spread. Now I'm here." Leera eyed the prince. "I gave you my name." She'd enunciated every word, making her message as clear as possible. This wasn't his fault. He might have asked for her name, but it was her choice to give it or keep it secret.

Kastion said, "We're straying from the topic again. Tomorrow, there is another dinner. Garsie, do the rest of the nobles know who I am?"

Dogars thought about it from a moment. The general from Harcose certainly didn't, not with as persistent with his question as he was. Would that mean he would know Kastion didn't come from Harcose? Or would it mean the opposite- not necessarily that he would know it was a fact, but he wouldn't deny it?

Besides the Harcose man, there was also the Eliaph general who seemed to be wary of Kastion, seemingly convinced he was a bounty hunter. He even went as far as telling the queen she should be more cautious, a direct and daring statement when the audience was rumoured to have hanged her dead husband.

"I don't know about the kings, but the generals were unaware. Do you know how lucky you are that I showed up instead of Griston?"

Thharewood's general would have pulled a sword out from a Guard's sheathe and launched it at the queen for the way she presented Kastion. Even if the prince wouldn't admit it himself, the golden rope was a slap in the face. Griston would have left the queen's head on a platter before slashing the restraint to bits.

"I wouldn't say lucky. You know Father has always trusted you."

"Wonder why that is. It's not like I've been saving you all your life."

Kastion squinted. "Don't get mouthy with me. I never questioned why he trusted you." The prince playfully punched his friend on the shoulder. It was in this moment that he feared he would never see Dogars again after he left. And if he did, it would never be as it was now.

At the dinner, Rennera mentioned how- in a week- all Kastion would want to do was marry her. Were the words true? And if they were, how would she achieve it? The prince could take physical torture, he was sure. But if she continued to hurt Leera....he wasn't sure what he would do. He couldn't fully imagine himself attacking the queen, but then again, he couldn't imagine doing otherwise. Where would attacking her land him?

Leera said before that Rennera lied, that she wasn't really punishing either one for each other's mistakes. So maybe the queen wouldn't hurt Leera. Unless she was uncooperative, of course, but Kastion doubted the assassin would act out anymore. He only concluded this because of the way she let Crooked shackle her when she came in, and later when he spotted the bruise on her cheek.

Suddenly, Kastion had an idea. "What if I tell Rennera who I really am? That I'm the one and only prince of a different land?" He used to only think of this as a bad idea, but now- What if it would do great things? What if the thought of him being a prince frightened the queen? It was possible. Kastion knew how anxious the queen was about her position. "I think I know why she wants to marry me."

Leera said first, "Are you mad!" She whisper-shouted it, of course.

"Why do you think?" Dogars thought revealing Kastion as the prince was entirely foolish, but he was intrigued in his friend's last statement.

"She thinks I'm beneath her. I'm another Leera to her, but she's trying to fill her husband's spot. She's switching roles, making me the victim like she was, and herself the abuser like the former king was."

"And what part of this makes you think it's wise to tell her you're the prince?" The emissary crossed his arm, set his face to hard stone.

"Because," Kastion began to reason, like it was all so obvious. "I'm not beneath her. Leera, what do you think when you hear 'prince'?"

She answered, "Rich, pompous asses that would never serve in a war unless their daddy pulled them out of their pretty palaces by the ear."

"Okay, that's not what I was looking for, but war! War; that's a word I can bounce something off of." Kastion took a breath. "Princes are trained for battle. They're taught defence and offense. They're strong, even if they are apparently rich, pompous asses. The queen will know I'm bigger than her, that she can't continue to push me around. I just need to fight back."

"So you want to act based on a theory."

"There's nothing else to act on, and I'm afraid of what might happen in a week." The prince reminded the other two about the queen's words at the meal.

"What should I do then?"

"Whatever you think. I won't act on anything until you've left." Dogars gave a confused look so Kastion continued, "I don't need you getting caught as well. You know, in case the plan falls through."

The room became silent as they all thought. No one was shutting down the idea, which meant it wasn't such an awful one at all. For once, the prince kind of made sense, but that didn't mean it wasn't dangerous.

Just as they each thought before, telling Queen Rennera who Kastion was could end in harsher consequences than they'd already been dealt. Knowing he was a prince might make her want to marry even more. Because if he was a prince, he clearly wasn't the prince of Ecksthnie since there was none, but of another kingdom which was certainly looking for him. Kastion could become a victim of ransom or even simply blackmail. And if the queen did marry him before he managed to escape to his homeland, it would be considered an act of war, keeping the new King of Ecksthnie hostage.

War sounded like a larger consequence than just more torture. Torture involved four members; the queen and Crooked, and Leera and Kastion. Only four. A war would involve thousands.

Then again, if Kastion didn't return home, his sisters would be put in charge of Thharewood. They sure as hell didn't know how to run a kingdom. Unlike Kastion, they learned to be cruel and vicious from their trainers. But they also picked up the unhealthy habit of ignorance. The youngest perhaps had a small bit of hope, but the older clutched to her like she was a lifeline.

No matter what they did, there was a chance of doomed lives. But. If the prince told who he was and it did frighten the queen, all might end well. Kastion might even be able to persuade her to give him control of Ecksthnie. That would be the best outcome.

In the end, after discussing all of the contributing factors, the three in the cell decided. The soonest opportunity after the nobles left, Sir Guard- Kastion- bounty hunter- fisherman- would reveal he was a prince to the infamous Queen Rennera of Ecksthnie.

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Part 22 here

(A/N) My phone refuses to acknowledge what I've added to its personal dictionary, so if you ever see the word 'cigars' in this series, please tell me. Dogars is extremely annoyed by it 😤

#part 21 #leera and rennera #long post #original series #whump #whumpee #assassin whump #royal whump #royal whumper #lady whump #political affairs are so much fun to write #leera #rennera #kastion #dogars #chained #torture #a gentle blade

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[M] - PhysCom - Bonus Chapter

pt 1 - pt 2 - pt 3 - bc 1 - pt 4 - pt 5 - pt 6

Pairing: BTS - OT7 x Reader

Rating: Mature [18+]

Length: 2.6k words

Genre: PhysCom AU - smut with dashes of angst, and a shitload of romance and complicated feelings,, uhuhu (porn with plot??)

Warnings: swearing, mentions of birth control, mentions of sexual acts

here’s a little something to tide you guys over until pt 4 is ready~! (feat. the troublesome 95 liners lol) This chapter takes place right after Jimin and Taehyung were sent to their rooms in pt 3. I’m posting it on tumblr first, and AO3 later tonight ^^ also, this chapter has not been beta read, so it’s a nice surprise and a thank you to all my lovely beta readers as well, hehe~ hope you enjoy!

“This is all your fucking fault!” Jimin seethes, his cheeks still fiery red from being reprimanded.

Taehyung’s surprised and a little miffed at how angry Jimin is. Usually it takes a lot more to get the boy so riled up, but for some reason he’s all in knots from only some mild teasing at dinner.

“My fault?” He growses, his brow creasing as he rubs his sore shoulder from where Jimin pushed him into the table. “How is it my fault that you’re terrible at expressing your feelings?”

“Forget my feelings! What about hers?” Jimin’s face is twisted in barely contained rage as he whips around on the stairs to glare at Taehyung. “Did you even consider how she must feel after all this?”

Taehyung’s eyes widen. Of course he considers your feelings. That’s why he’d suggested that Jimin should tell you how he feels about you. The boy has been denying his crush on you for the last three months. Taehyung was just trying to help.

Okay, help and tease Jimin. Just a little.

Taehyung purses his lips, not about to veer off topic when clearly Jimin needs to explore this area of his heart. “You’re deflecting, Jiminie.”

“I am not fucking deflecting…” Jimin grumbles, trudging up the last few steps before storming off in the direction of his room. He throws a hesitant gaze down the hallway that leads to your room, but he keeps moving.

Taehyung notices and huffs at Jimin’s avoidance of the topic. He’s starting to get annoyed at being blamed for this tantrum, when it’s obviously Jimin’s own fault that he’s so emotionally constipated. “Well, then what the fuck is your problem, huh?”

Jimin is silent.

“You obviously like her, so why don’t you do something about it?”

Jimin wants to list, in great detail, all the reasons why he won’t do something about it. For one, there are boundaries, which you’ve made clear since you started working with them, and he’s already tested them once. The only thing he would hate more than keeping his feelings bottled up is breaking your trust. Secondly, because of your position in the house, there’s a weird… power dynamic. One that he doesn’t want to use to take advantage of you, even unintentionally.

Thirdly, for all he knows, you don’t have any feelings for him at all outside of your business with him, and all those nights you’ve spent acting like a doting girlfriend to him in the bedroom, experimenting and playing with him and giving him unimaginable pleasure… maybe it’s all been just that - an act. The fear of rejection from every possible angle has his confidence hitting rock bottom.

And now, after what you’ve confided in him? He can’t fathom burdening you with anything else, you have enough on your plate. But he knows voicing all this won’t do any good, not when Taehyung’s mind is set on something like it is now.

Taehyung can see that the boy’s neck is red, and he’s clearly embarrassed about something. Or maybe ashamed? He’s hard to read sometimes, like earlier when he walked in on you and Taehyung kissing-

Oh… wait a second.

Is this because Taehyung kissed you first? Before Jimin got a chance?

A goofy grin comes across Taheyung’s face. “Oh, I see what’s going on. You’re jealous, aren’t you?” Jimin’s shoulders visibly tense. That has to be it. Taehyung giggles gleefully and pokes him in the ribs. “She can still like you even though she kissed me, you know.“

“Shut up.” Jimin mutters, clenching his fists in an attempt to squeeze the anger out before it boils over him. “You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.”

“Oh, I think I know pretty well.” Taehyung continues, confident that he’s found the root of Jimin’s problem and determined to dig deeper in order to remove it. After all, what are friends for if not to be the laxative to one’s emotional constipation? “You just don’t want to admit it, do you?”

Jimin’s pulse is pounding in his ears. One more word out of this boy’s mouth tonight, and he is going to lose it. It was bad enough at dinner when he kept taunting Jimin, threatening to eat you out in front of everyone - “I bet her other lips taste even better…” Now he thinks this is all about being jealous over a stupid kiss? Can’t he understand that there are much more serious issues at play here?

Seeing you break at dinner broke something inside him, too. Something that was long waiting to snap. Now, like a chemical reaction, that break is releasing all of his anger, at the world, at himself, at Taehyung…

“Come on, Jiminie. You’re jealous.” Taehyung thinks maybe a little more teasing is in order. Jimin clearly needs a push to admit what’s bothering him. “What would have happened this afternoon if you hadn’t walked in on us, hm? I wonder…”

Jimin counts to ten, tries to tune out the words. “Taehyung. Stop it.”

“I would’ve kissed her some more, slipped my tongue into her mouth… dragged it down her neck as I laid her out on that bed.” Taehyung’s voice drops lower as he himself begins imagining what could have been. “Doesn’t that make you jealous? I would have showed her such a good time. Would’ve eaten that pussy the way she deserves…”

“Shut up. Stop talking.” Jimin says through clenched teeth, his knuckles turning white as he remembers the crestfallen look of resignation on your face earlier in the day as you explained your… predicament to him. He thinks he can never look at you the same way again, overwhelmed with guilt at what was done to you. In a way, it was done for his own benefit, and he hates himself for it. Hates that he’s been conditioned to take advantage of you.

Tae continues with a chuckle, unaware of Jimin’s internal struggle and thinking he’s making good progress. Once Jimin admits his feelings, then they can start to move forward. “Mm… I’d make her scream for me, Jiminie. Make her toes curl and her cheeks all red… I’d make her cum on my tongue, over and over-”

“She CAN’T!” Jimin’s fist slams into the wall with a loud crack, leaving a dent there. He can’t take it anymore, can’t stand Taehyung unwittingly mocking your problem, it’s too cruel in his eyes, too much sick irony for him to stand, and the truth comes tumbling out before he can stop it. “She… she can’t cum, Tae.”

Jimin breathes heavily, his chest heaving from revealing your secret. He didn’t mean to… it just came out. He leans against the wall for support, his head hung with guilt.

Taehyung blinks. “She… can’t?”

Jimin shakes his head.

“But… she has-”

“They were fake. For us,” Jimin runs a hand through his hair. “For our… fucking pleasure.” He spits out the words bitterly, his lip trembling as he sinks down against the wall.

Taehyung is shocked. You never came with them? Not once?

Well that has got to change.

“She told you this?” Taehyung asks carefully, wanting to get all the facts before deciding anything.

Jimin nods forlornly, drawing his knees up to his chest. “It’s some type of birth control. She said there’s a way to turn it off, but only for emergencies.” His eyes are glassy as he looks up at Taehyung and all of his worries come tumbling out. “I don’t think I can have sex with her again, Tae. Not if she… she can’t…” His voice trails off as tears form in his eyes.

It finally dawns on Taehyung why Jimin had been acting so strangely. Why he wouldn’t fuck you at dinner.

God, he feels like a jerk now.

“Hey…” He kneels down and puts a hand on Jimin’s shoulder, offering the distraught boy some comfort, though he himself is plagued with foreboding at this new revelation, too. “Hey, it’s okay. We can make this right, don’t worry.”

“How? How can this ever be right, Tae? It’s wrong. It’s so wrong.” Jimin tries not to burst into tears, the thought of your body being affected so adversely just so they can dump their loads inside you. It has him feeling sick. “What else is she hiding? What else did they do to her…?” His voice grows quiet, horrified at the unknown possibilities.

Taehyung has somewhat of an idea what else you may be keeping from them. You’d skirted around the harsh facts, sure, but you’d told him enough about your training days for him to know it wasn’t a cake walk.

He remembers one particular evening when you’d let slip about the… exercises you’d had to do. Grueling practice that would allow your body to stretch and bend and choke to do whatever it is that your potential masters could ever want from you.

But sitting here and speculating about what’s already been done won’t help anything. What he and Jimin need is a plan of action. A set of steps to follow, a… a guide.

Holy shit. Could it really be that easy?

“Jimin.” Taehyung gets his attention, and when the boy meets his eyes, he smiles. “What’s the best way to win a game?”

Jimin blinks at him, confused by the change in topic. “Depends on the game.”

Tae laughs. “No, no. To win a game, any game, you need to know the rules like you know the back of your hand.” He stands and helps Jimin up as well, splaying his hand out in front of the other boy’s face as if to demonstrate. “Then, you just need a winning strategy.”

“I don’t understand.” Jimin says, pushing Taehyung’s hand aside with a worried frown.

“Don’t you remember when she first came here? We got a manual, like a user’s guide.” He pats Jimin on the back, and hurries down the hall towards the study.

Jimin tries to keep up with his long strides, confusion still creasing his brow. None of them had touched that manual since they got it. “Yeah, but how will a manual help? Her job is… pretty straightforward.”

Taehyung shakes his head, clasping the door handle and pulling the heavy oak door open. “The instructions for operation are simple, sure. But you know what else you can find in user guides?”

Jimin blows a puff of air, getting tired of Taehyung’s cryptic logic and mixed metaphors. “What, Tae?”

“Troubleshooting.” He grins deviously and heads inside, making his way over to the uppermost drawer of the file cabinet against the wall. “Like perhaps, emergency procedures?”

Namjoon keeps every piece of reference material they might need - from paperwork to take out menus - meticulously organized here in this room, despite the often chaotic state of own living space. Sure enough, the PhysCom manual is filed right where it should be: under ‘P’, and the date of around six months ago.

Taehyung finds a thick stack of papers in the file, containing a copy of the PhysCom contract agreement, transcripts from the members’ personal interviews, and many other goodies that might come in handy. Besides that, there’s the manual itself, a much slimmer read, bound together with a rather wry title, Physical Companions - The Ins and Outs of Your Personal Pleasure Provider.

He snorts a laugh at the ridiculous verbiage, and flips open to the index, skimming his finger along the subjects, seemingly in order of necessity. Nourishment, Hydration, Cleaning and Care, Contraceptives… Bingo.

“Hmm… here we go.” He turns to the correct page and skims the sea of text. “Aha!” His finger points out an italicized passage in the middle of the page, with a helpful diagram beside it.

The Opticon Miracle Implant has been used effectively in 99.97% of PhysComs across the world. The technology is ideal for Physical Companions, but there is still a very slim chance that side effects may occur - please see page 106 for a full list of side effects.

In the unlikely event that your PhysCom reacts poorly to the Opticon Miracle Implant, follow the guide below to shut off the device, and then administer first aid to your PhysCom until paramedics can arrive. To shut off the Opticon Miracle Implant, simply access the Settings in your PhysCom’s ComGear and select ‘Health and Safety’. Next-

A grin slowly spreads across Taehyung’s face as he reads the absurdly simple instructions. “I think we just found our winning strategy.”

“What’s a ComGear?” Jimin asks, looking over the passage as well.

“It’s her phone thingy. The one in her belt.” Taehyung says, proud to remember the answer from when you’d first mentioned it. “We could get in there, no problem, as long as there’s no password for it.”

Jimin still looks unconvinced as he skims over the text. “But we can’t just shut it off. It’s her… birth control. She can’t have sex without it, she could get… you know, pregnant.” He looks slightly uncomfortable at discussing the topic at length.

“Hm. You’re right.” Tae deflates, setting down the manual. Maybe this wasn’t as simple as he’d hoped. “Then how can we-”

“Wait!” Jimin’s eyes light up for a moment. “Condoms?”

Tae wobbles his hand back and forth in the air. “Not foolproof. And she’d probably notice.”

“Damn.” Jimin returns to the drawing board, humming as he tries to think up a solution. What if they turn it off just for a while? Just long enough to make you cum… “Wait, isn’t it her day off soon?”

Taehyung whips out his phone and checks his reminders. Yup. It sure is soon. “The day after tomorrow.”

Jimin’s eyes are full of hope. “Can we do it then? After hours tomorrow she won’t be getting fucked, so… no need for birth control, right?”

“It’s the perfect opportunity.” Taehyung nods enthusiastically, and then chuckles, nudging Jimin teasingly. “What a nice way to spend a day off, huh? Getting head from Park Jimin? It’s every girl’s dream.”

Jimin’s cheeks flush. “Wait, what? M-me?”

“Yes, you! Don’t you see?” Tae hooks his arm around Jimin’s shoulder conspiratorially. “This is the perfect chance for you to confess to her.”

Jimin looks down at the decorative carpet. “I don’t know…”

Taehyung pokes his cheek. “Hey. Imagine being the first guy to make her cum in who knows how long.” He gives him an easy smile, as if this was all said and done already. “There’s no way she won’t feel something for you after that.”

Jimin chews it over. It seems… a little sneaky. Like he would be pushing feelings into you, with his tongue. But… he doesn’t have a lot of other options right now, and god damn it, he wants you to cum if it’s the last thing he does.

“Okay,” He looks to Taehyung with determination sparkling in his eyes. “I’m in.”

Taehyung claps him on the back, giving a cheer of victory. “There’s my fearless Jiminie!” He crows, rubbing a noogie to the Jimin’s head, much to Jimin’s protest.

Jimin chuckles and pushes Tae’s arm away, shrugging off the younger boy’s excessive affection. “But we’re going to need a distraction to get into the ComGear without her noticing, right?”

Taehyung thinks for a minute, then that devious smile returns. “Leave the distraction to me.” He pets Jimin’s cheek. “You just focus on getting that tongue ready to taste the sweetest nectar it’s ever experienced.”

Jimin is about to argue, but in the end, he doesn’t question him. Taehyung has gotten them this far, hopefully he can pull off this plan, and nothing will go wrong. Hopefully.

“So what do we do now?” Jimin asks, revved up and ready to take action.

Taehyung grins, quickly putting the papers back into the file, but leaving the manual out to take with him. “Now, we get some beauty sleep, like our lovely PhysCom is probably doing.” He shuts the drawer and guides Jimin to the doors. “And tomorrow night, the game begins.”

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