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the lonely hearts club | jungkook

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: college au, friends to lovers | fluff, humor, angst

word count: 17.5k

warning/s: break ups, alcohol consumption, profanity, cheating, making out, mentions of divorce.

summary: A story of how two lost humans in the cruel world of love managed to find each other in a sea full of failed relationships, heartbreaks, and drunken karaoke nights but could they truly find the love they’re looking for through each other?

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Sunday Mornings are the best time of the week for eight year old Jungkook since it’s the only time he gets to wake up to both of his parents on his side, cuddling him up like they just not told him last night and many other nights that he should sleep in his own room, considering that he’s already becoming a big boy but Sundays has become an exception for that.

That is until one morning when Jungkook woke up and found himself all alone in his parent’s king sized bed. He’s trying to outgrow being a crybaby but he can’t help how tears started to prick his eyes, feeling betrayed at their absence. Without a second thought, he threw away the comforter hastily as he jumped out of the bed and went straight out of the door with loud thudding steps as the immature boy he was.

Descending the stairs, Jungkook was ready to throw a fit as soon as he saw his mother mopping the floor of their living room but he was quite dumbfounded when his father grabbed the mop off of his mother’s hand, taking her hand instead to pull her in for a dance of cha cha along to the love song playing in the background which is The Spiral Starecase’s More Today Than Yesterday.

Jungkook wiped his tear stained cheeks as he sat down on the stairs, clutching the banisters so he could insert his face in between them and thought how his mom and dad looked like they were having a lot of fun despite how awful and silly their dancing was. Nonetheless, it made Jungkook smile, that is until his mom suddenly slipped on the still wet floor. Thankfully, his dad caught her in time, making the both of them erupt in laughter at how foolish they were being.

It was a sight to see how light hearted that moment was and that was the exact time Jungkook felt the immense warmth of his parent’s love with each other, leaving him to wish that someday he’ll find a love like his parents.

And that was how Jungkook began to develop a deep sense of faith in love.

It’s the image of his mom and dad dancing to love songs every Sunday Morning that has gotten him so smitten about the idea of love and that is how he thinks he became a hopeless romantic who believes that love makes the world go round.

But it seems like the world is treating him rather unfairly and indifferent with the way he keeps on getting involved in countless failed relationships. Love turned out far from what he expected and it can’t be helped that his faith in love is starting to dwindle down but that doesn’t necessarily mean that he gives up on the idea of it yet although he sometimes asks himself.

Is love even worth a shot at this point?

Specially, when today just happened to be the day he got dumped by Cho Hee, his girlfriend or rather his ex-girlfriend for about six months which is not too long of a time but in Jungkook’s case, it’s the longest one he got into out of his previous short-lived relationships.

Break ups shouldn’t be that big of a deal for him by now as it has become some sort of a norm to him but that doesn’t mean that he’s spared from the pain. Atleast, it’s comforting to know that there’s someone who could totally empathize with his misfortunes about love and someone who suffers through the same fate as him – you.

Jungkook met you back in sophomore year when you joined the school newspaper as the new feature writer. The both of you got the chance to be closer when you were assigned to cover the university’s 75th anniversary event along with him as the photographer and that’s how he ended up always being tied with you.

Well, event coverages aren’t the only thing that made you closer because you see, failed relationships just happened to be one of your commonalities and there’s only one place that ties down two miserable beings together.

Usually, you take a break in life and embark on a soul searching trip to compensate for your heart’s misery but that seems pretty unattainable for two college students who live off of their parent’s allowance.

It’s nothing grandiose but the place is enough for the both of you to distract your minds away from all of those heartbreaks just by singing your hearts out because apparently, karaoke nights are better when you’re broken hearted.

The familiar LED signage with a word ‘Soundcheck’ on it is what flashed brightly in front of Jungkook once the doors of the elevator opened at the third floor of the building just near the campus.

“Oh Jungkook” Hyunseok, the receptionist, whom he had gotten close to by now greeted him as soon as he stepped inside the establishment. Jungkook went on to grip his hand, pulling him to give him a pat on his shoulder, “Y/N’s already here, by the way.”

“Oh is she?” Well, that’s a first, considering that you’re always late by five or ten minutes after he arrived.

“Yeah, she ordered a bucket of beer, some food, and she also told me that you’ll be paying for it” Hyunseok chuckled.

“Okay” Jungkook smiled as he clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth but he nonetheless took out his wallet since he’s the one who invited you here tonight, “What room?”

“Same room as always”

Jungkook nodded, waving a salute to Hyunseok as he walked along the hallway that’s surrounded by muffled sounds coming from each room but he could easily distinguish your loud off-key singing when he rounded the corner.

Twisting the knob, Jungkook took in the sight of the dimly lit room that’s only illuminated with the electric disco ball attached to the ceiling. On the other hand, you’re totally too immersed into the song that you didn’t even notice his presence as you continue to hit the notes with your eyes closed while simultaneously jumping up and down.

Jungkook went to sit down on the black leather couch, grabbing himself a plate of french fries from the table as he continue to amusedly watch you belt out the lyrics of Don’t Stop Me Now by Queen and when the bridge of the song came, you turned around and suddenly got startled to see Jungkook already there.

“Jeon Jungkook!” you shouted into the mic, drawing the last part of his name longer like you’re some type of an announcer in a boxing match and as if it isn’t comical enough, you picked up the tambourine as you shake it vigorously, “How are you feeling tonight, Jungkook-ssi?”

“Good” he said in a monotonous voice.

“Doesn’t sound like it” you said as dramatic as ever, shoving the mic again into his face “How are you feeling?”

Jungkook would ride on your silly antics on a normal day but he can’t keep up with your energy right now so he just sent you a small smile as he placed the plate back onto the table. Your question definitely threw off a bit of his composure and he bit his lip as he tried to keep his emotions at bay.

“Is it that bad?” you asked in all seriousness this time as you set aside the mic and tambourine to take a closer look at him.

Sighing, Jungkook threw back his head against the couch as he pinched the bridge of his nose, chuckling even to get a grip of himself.

“Oh no are you going to cry?” you didn’t even purposefully say it to mock him but he hates how it makes him cry everytime and maybe, he really never outgrew being a crybaby.

Awkwardly, you sat down beside him to pat his head but you stopped, thinking how you stupidly looked like you were petting a dog instead so you just moved your hands down to his shoulders.

Honestly speaking, you’re not the best person when it comes to comforting others but it’s questionable why Jungkook chose you to be his go-to person when you’re clearly bad at it.

“What happened?”

“Cho Hee broke up with me”, Jungkook wiped his tears with the sleeve of his sweatshirt as bitterness started to rise inside him, “Ah i can’t believe that i was right along when i said that this relationship felt so one sided.”

“What do you mean?”

“Do you want to know her reason?”

“What?” you asked as you scooted closer, curious to know why.

“She said that we’re not compatible because she’s a Gemini and i’m a Virgo.”

You gauge Jungkook’s expression to see if he was joking but he said it so earnestly that you had to purse your lips as you try your best to contain your laughter but you soon gave in as Jungkook met your gaze.

“I’m sorry, I’m not laughing at you, I swear”, you said in between laughs as you clutch your stomach, “but are you serious?”

“She told me that it is the reason why our relationship isn’t working”, Jungkook unlocked his phone as he read something over his screen. You can’t help but take a peek as you see that Jungkook’s reading a series of text messages from Cho Hee.

[Thursday, May 28, 8:01 AM]

Cho Hee ❤️ : Jungkook

Cho Hee❤️ : I’m breaking up with you because it looks like this relationship isn’t working and i think it’s because we’re not compatible to begin with.

Cho Hee ❤️ : A Virgo and Gemini don’t go together.

Cho Hee ❤️ : Sorry...

“Oh no, she broke up with you through text” you said, laughing even more despite Jungkook's unamused look yet he later found himself smiling along with you after he realized how it sounded more ridiculous when he said Cho Hee’s reason out loud but that still doesn’t make up for his sour mood.

“Aren’t you supposed to comfort me here?” Jungkook said, squinting his eyes at you.

“Of course but you know, you can never blame Cho Hee for being a firm astrological believer”, you bumped your shoulder against Jungkook as you calmed yourself down from your laughing frenzy.

“Well, she could’ve just told me that she didn’t love me instead of that crap”, Jungkook reached out onto the table to get himself a bottle of beer to swig on.

“I guess, it’s time to sing our go-to break up song then”, you grabbed the remote as you pressed the song numbers in while mimicking the karaoke machine’s voice.

You stood up on your feet once you heard the guitar intro of Since U Been Gone by Kelly Clarkson played whilst Jungkook didn’t move an inch besides to drink that is.

“Join me”, you passed him the other mic to which he took but he still didn’t make any move to sing or stand up.

Eventually, you went on to sing by yourself as energetic as ever, specially when the chorus part came, prompting you to jump wildly with your arms flailing, causing Jungkook to smile at how ridiculous you were being.

“The bridge part’s coming” you grabbed his hand, tugging him up to stand but Jungkook is purposefully making it hard for you to do so by making himself heavier just to tease you and test your patience and not long after, you swatted his hand away as you playfully rolled your eyes, leaving him satisfied with your reaction.

Jungkook waited for the last part of the bridge before he stood up to interrupt your moment by belting out the high note perfectly which got you startled for a second as you turned to look at him and you’re glad to see that he’s finally okay, well, at least for now.

You hit his arm for ruining your moment as you try to feign annoyance, “You’re supposed to sing it badly that’s – SINCE YOU BEEN GONE!”

Jungkook doubled in laughter as he slung his arm around your shoulder. The two of you continued to sing to your heart’s content while also jumping in unison, leaving you exhausted as you tried to catch your breath by the time the song ended.

“You good?” you said in the middle of your coughing fit from straining your throat too much as you collapsed back on the couch, turning your head sideways to look at Jungkook.

“Better”, Jungkook said as he went back on his feet, tugging you to stand along with him.

—

There are no assignments due, no presentations to prepare, and no thesis revisions needed to be done so what better way to spend the weekend than playing games for hours.

Jungkook was roughly forty five minutes into the game of League of Legends when his phone went off. Glancing at it, your name popped up onto his screen, leaving him to wonder as to why you’d call him when you’re in the middle of a dinner date with some boy you met through a dating app.

“Hello?” Jungkook said as he removed his headphones, replacing his phone to press it against his ear with the support of his shoulder.

“Oh my god, what happened to you?”

“What?” he furrowed his brows, wondering why you sound so frantic.

“You got into a car crash!? Where are you!?” you said in a higher pitch this time.

“What are you talking about?”

“Where are you?”

“Uh Grounds?” he told you the name of the PC Bang where he is currently at but still confused with whatever you’re up to.

“Okay, I'll go there” you said as you hung up just like that, leaving him hanging for the sudden odd phone call.

Nonetheless, he put back his headphones in as he went back to focus on his game, leaving the whole thing for him to think about for later since he’s still in the middle of the game. In fact, he was so focused into the game that he had failed to notice that you had already managed to arrive and sit down right next to the cubicle beside him fifteen minutes later.

Once the game ended, he reclined back to his seat as he twisted his upper body side to side which enabled him to catch a glimpse of a girl in a black puff sleeve dress next to him. The outfit clearly made her stand out from the rest but he had to do a double take once he realized that the overdressed girl right next to him is you.

“What are you doing here?”

“Watching a movie”, you pointed to your screen as he leaned towards your cubicle, catching a glimpse of a scene from the movie called Romeo + Juliet.

Jungkook rolled his eyes at your sarcasm, spinning his chair to face you, “What was that earlier? And why are you eating so much for someone who just had dinner?”

A server just laid down a tray filled with instant noodles, hotdog bun, onion fries, and a soda onto your table. Jungkook was about to get some onion fries until you slapped his hand away, glaring at him as you popped a fries into your mouth whilst you adjusted yourself in a more comfortable sitting position by removing your shoes to cross your legs.

“I’m hungry and the date was awful”, you shrugged as you continue to watch the movie.

“Didn’t you have dinner yet?”

“I did but the prick ordered for me a fucking stale salad when i originally wanted a rib eye steak and i just knew i had to get out of there when he randomly pulled up his shirt to show me the scars he got for playing football or needless to say, he just wanted to show off his oh so perfect abs”, you shaked your head, cringing once you remembered how you felt embarrassed for him when everyone in the restaurant turned their attention towards your table.

Jungkook snorted, “Maybe he just wants to impress you?”

“Yeah, well, I'm very impressed with how he managed to just talk about himself for the whole date” you rolled your eyes but you immediately got distracted when Jungkook just got served with a steaming hot cup of noodles.

“That looks delicious”, you brought in your chopsticks towards the cup noodles, eyeing it despite feeling full but your stomach says otherwise. Disappointingly, the cup of noodles was taken away out of your reach as Jungkook proceeded to slurp a mouthful of noodles, not even caring that it’s still piping hot.

“It’s hot” Jungkook repeatedly said as he made a face once he felt his tongue being burned, causing him to tear up a little as he tried not to spit it out.

You took this chance to get a hold of the cup noodles but Jungkook stopped you, widening his eyes as he shaked his head no at you, “There’s crab sticks in there”, he warned you, considering you’re allergic to shellfish.

“You’re cruel”, you laughed as you noticed that some broth managed to splatter on his chin, making you get a tissue from your bag as you wiped it for him but Jungkook was quick to grab the piece of tissue from you, muttering a thanks as he wiped his whole mouth.

Leaving the game, Jungkook went on to Netflix to search for the same movie you’re watching as he peered over your monitor to see what part of the movie you were in so he could synchronize with you.

“Ah Y/N, how long are we going to be unlucky?” Jungkook said, pertaining to your previous discussion, “Actually, I'm the unlucky one since you’re the one who always ends things.”

“How am i not unlucky? I always end up dating guys with red flags and I end things right away as soon as I notice that red flag,” you defended.

“But don’t you give them some time to confront them about it and give them a chance to improve?” Jungkook asked as his hand sneakily made way towards your onion fries, smiling to himself as he popped in the fries into his mouth.

“Trust me, I've learnt my lesson and as the old saying goes – ‘prevention is better than cure’” ,you playfully winked at him.

“How?” Jungkook looked at you as he awaited your answer but you didn’t answer, probably too annoyed at how his curiosity is comparable to a child with all of his unending questions so he just continued to watch the film that is until you spoke, quite seriously he might add.

“I wasn’t snooping or anything but I got bored one time and managed to borrow my dad’s phone to play games and a text popped out from my aunt saying, ‘what cake should i get?’ and ‘red velvet’s nice, right’, thinking it was for me since my 12th birthday was coming but my aunt got me a chocolate cake instead.”

Jungkook pushed his chair near you, eager for you to continue your story even though he doesn’t know where you’re trying to get at or if this is even related to what he just asked.

“I thought maybe the red velvet flavor ran out so I just shrugged it off and I think about a week after my birthday, I was playing on my dad’s phone again and a text from my aunt popped up again saying, ‘Thanks for the red velvet cake. Happy 2 Years Anniversary to us <3’ and that’s when i thought i wished i never knew what that red velvet cake is for.”

“Shit, what?” Jungkook widened his eyes as he bit his thumb.

“I thought the reason my dad would always bring me to my aunt’s place after school every Friday is that I could get to play with my cousins and that’s the red flag I didn’t care to notice.”

Jungkook tried to read your face to see if the memory still affects you ‘til to this day but it seems not like it. You were being nonchalant while speaking about it as if it isn’t some big of a deal although he could definitely make out your serious tone.

“How is your mom?” Jungkook asked with more caution.

You shrugged as you still remained your eyes on the screen, “Well, my mom found out about it a few months later and they eventually got a divorce.”

“I’m so sorry, Y/N”

“It’s okay. Anyway, It’s ages ago”, you smiled before your eyes light up as you pointed to the screen, “Oh, look at Romeo and Juliet’s costume. We should wear that for Sunwoo’s Halloween Party, what do you think?”

Sunwoo happens to be the Editor in Chief of the school newspaper and he announced earlier on during the board meeting that he’ll throw a Halloween party this year but that’s not what’s important right now.

It was clearly noticeable you weren’t comfortable anymore to talk further about your parents as soon as you changed the topic. Jungkook felt sorry and worried about you but he decided to just drop it off as he agreed to your halloween costume suggestion.

You might not realize this when you said that you’re okay since it was ages ago but Jungkook could easily tell that it made a big impact on you, specifically on how you handle your relationships which gave him a better grip of understanding now that you weren’t just ending things for the sake of finishing it.

You’re just scared when you shouldn’t be but how could he blame you? Dads should set the bar high for their children but your dad just had to set it so low that he had caused you irreparable damage or worse, caused you your first heartbreak.

Jungkook’s misfortunes in love does not do justice to what you went through and he has come to realize that love isn’t just Sunday mornings and love songs but it could be a whole lot worse with it’s ugly side of after school Fridays and red velvet cakes.

Once again, Jungkook found himself at Soundcheck, not to sing but to do a whole lot of listening to you gush over Minho, your new boyfriend for about two months now. According to you, you met Minho during high school and had a big crush on him before but it didn’t go past that until you reconnected with him recently when you discovered that he’s in your Investigative Journalism subject.

Your relationship with Minho started out pretty soon, right after a week since your awful date with that football player from the dating app to be exact.

“Okay, one last song” you exclaimed as you got off the couch after resting a little while.

“I thought that was the last one?” Jungkook closed his eyes in exhaustion as he slid himself sideways to the couch, “Aren’t you tired?”

“I’ll pick a mellow song then” you searched through the song list and shouted an ‘aha!’ in joy as you picked up the remote to enter the song numbers right away.

Jungkook stared at the television, waiting for the screen to show the song title and he just had to sit back up once Emergency Room by Izi flashed on the screen, “Don’t you know that this song is superstitious to sing in a karaoke?”

“Is that the one where it’s believed that you might literally end up in an emergency room if you happen to sing it in a karaoke?”, Jungkook nodded his head while you could only roll your eyes, “Oh come on, Emergency Room is a must in karaoke and that’s why it’s called a superstition, Jungkook. It’s not real”

“Well, It doesn’t hurt to believe one, does it?”

You shrugged as you turn a deaf ear by singing the whole song by yourself, insistently proving that it’s just a stupid superstition like the others.

“So far, so good, hm?” you beamed a contemptuous smile as you finished the song.

“Let’s just go to Eomma’s, I'm hungry”, Jungkook shook his head as he grabbed your hand, dragging you outside of the room and into the elevator, pressing the ground floor button.

Eomma’s Tteokbokki is a hole in the wall restaurant located right beside the building where Soundcheck is and it is owned by a 72 year old woman named Han Ji Hye but everyone who frequents the place just calls her ‘Eomma’.

“Jungkook and Y/N, you’re here again” Eomma greeted the both of you as soon as you entered the restaurant. Despite her age, Eomma has a very sharp memory and remembers each and every one of her loyal customers, even treating them just like her children – Eomma sure does live up to her nickname.

“Of course, Eomma. How could i not come back to the most delicious tteokbokki i’ve ever tasted ”, you winked at her as you raised both of your hands to give her a thumbs up.

“Ah you kids always flatter me”, Eomma placed both of her hands above her heart, “You’ll be getting the classic tteokbokki as always, right?”

“As expected, Eomma knows us so well”, Jungkook smiled.

“You’re really such a handsome young boy, isn’t he Y/N?” Eomma pinched his cheeks as she turned to look at you but you could only laugh as soon as you saw Jungkook adorably scrunched his nose.

“Ah Eomma, i might be convinced if you keep on saying that” Jungkook said through his gritted teeth.

“Is he?” you raised your eyebrows as you teasingly looked at Jungkook.

“Oh dear, you’re missing out. I’d marry my granddaughter to him if only i have one around his age but in case you change your mind, you better invite me to your wedding – you’d make a great pair!”

Jungkook shyly caressed his hair behind his ears as he pursed his lips and he just had to cover his face once he felt his face getting warmer by the second and you aren’t also an exception for Eomma’s teasing as you felt yourself getting shy, making you chug a glassful of water just to hide it.

“Alright, let me just get your orders”, Eomma chuckled as she patted both of your shoulders.

Peering through his fingers, Jungkook waited for Eomma to disappear into the kitchen but you wrapped your hands around his wrist as you tried to pry it away from his face as you went on to tease him.

“Come on, why are you hiding your handsome face?” you laughed but got startled all of a sudden once you heard your phone vibrating against the metal table.

Jungkook willingly took his hands off his face as he watched you pressed your phone against your ear, already guessing that Minho is probably on the other end of the line.

Eomma came by to serve the tteokbokki, telling you to eat to your heart’s content before disappearing once again behind the kitchen. Jungkook proceeded to eat first as he tried not to eavesdrop into your conversation that is until you called his attention.

“Is it okay if Minho’s joining us?” you asked as you pry your phone away from your ear.

Jungkook paused for a bit before he could answer, “Yeah, it’s fine.”

“Great” you smiled as you then told Minho over the phone to come over at Eomma’s.

Well, this is new. The both of you have never met each other’s significant other – except for Cho Hee since you went to highschool with her but besides that, the both of you have never bothered to begin with, considering how they just come and go so why go through all that trouble now?

“So, is that the reason why you wanted to have a late dinner with me?” he slowly drew out the words as he tilted his head to the side.

“Well, i think it’s just a matter of time for you to meet him”, you shrugged as you placed down your phone and grabbed the chopsticks off the utensils holder.

“I thought we don’t do that?” Jungkook chuckled as he looked across you.

“I know and this may sound cliche but…” you tried to chew first the tteokbokki but you can’t contain your smile as you thought of the next sentence you’ll say and now you looked like a cheeky chipmunk, “Minho’s different.”

“Yeah? You think so?”

“He’s actually very very nice like he’s such an angel and he’s just that kind of person you’d want to introduce to your family” you explained with glimmer in your eyes like you just discovered one of the most lustrous diamond on earth and by that, he could tell just how smitten you are with Minho and that’s when he weirdly felt the twinge of envy inside him.

“Oh here he is” you sat up straight as you raised your hand to call Minho.

Jungkook turned around and suspected the boy clad in a blue flannel shirt and black jeans to be Minho when he saw him walking over towards your table.

“Hey”, Minho leaned down, pulling you in a one sided hug as he kissed your cheek, making you flustered until you realized that Jungkook’s probably cringing at your display of affection.

“Oh um Minho this is Jungkook, Jungkook Minho” you pointed them towards each other, smiling brightly as you clasped your hands together right after.

“It’s nice to meet you, Jungkook” Minho extended his hand for Jungkook to shake but Jungkook remained in his seat, sizing him up until you kicked his foot.

“Glad to finally meet you too, Minho” Jungkook stood up as he firmly shaked his hand.

“Okay, why don’t we all sit down?” you interjected when you noticed the visible awkwardness between the two.

You guided Minho to sit down on your left side as you called over one of the servers to ask for the menu. On the other hand, Jungkook watched in amusement at your sudden change of character, smiling to himself as he went back to eat.

[Thursday, Sept 18, 9:33 PM]

You: BE NICE

Jungkook glanced towards his phone then to you after reading out your message and he tried his best not to snort when he saw you widening your eyes at him as if that’ll threaten him. Nonetheless, he’ll be willing to follow through whatever you want since it looks like you’re very keen to make him and Minho get along.

“So uh you went to the same high school with Y/N, right?” Jungkook asked, initiating to start and engage into some small talk even though he despises it.

“Yeah and it’s funny to think how small the world is huh?”, Jungkook furrowed his brows at his statement, “Y/N told me you’re dating Cho Hee.”

“Did she?” Jungkook raised his eyebrows at you while you just silently sat there as you poke on your food to avoid his glare.

“You know what? Why don’t we invite Cho Hee here, we could do a double date”, Minho suggested as he nudged you with his elbow.

You scratched the nape of your neck as you let out a chuckle that sounds way out too forced, “I’m going to go in the restroom real quick.”

Jungkook remained his gaze at you until you’re out of his sight, turning back his attention to Minho, “Um, we broke up.”

“Oh really? I'm so sorry i didn’t know”

“It’s fine”, Jungkook quickly dismissed Minho, making the whole atmosphere awkward all of a sudden. Thankfully, Minho found a way to fill in the uncomfortable silence as he changed the topic.

“You’re majoring in Information Systems, right?” Minho asked and Jungkook wondered what’s the point of doing this small talk when you have already shared loads of unnecessary information about Minho, heck he even knows he has a phobia of chickens because he was attacked by one when he was child in his grandfather’s poultry farm and he could only guess that Minho probably knows everything about him too.

“Yeah”

“Then you probably know Professor Seo?” Minho asked as he planted his elbows on top of the table after ordering.

“Yeah he was my advisor during my feasibility study last year, made my junior year eventually a hell with the constant revisions that shouldn’t be even revised just because he’s being so stupidly meticulous”, Jungkook blabbered, trying at least to exert some effort into this conversation, “How do you know him?”

“He’s my uncle”, and with that being said, Jungkook choked up on his food, prompting Minho to get him a glass of water, passing it to him.

Well, fuck. Why have you not mentioned that to him before?

“But yeah, I get it, me and my cousins hate how he’s sometimes strict with us too”, Minho smiled, leaving Jungkook to decipher if it’s a fake one or genuine. Nonetheless, Jungkook let out a nervous chuckle as he eyed the restroom, wondering when are you going to come out to save him from his embarrassment.

As if the gods had heard his prayers, the server went by the table to put down Minho’s order of tteokbokki whilst his phone went off just in time to save his dignity.

“Excuse me”, Jungkook stood up as he went outside the restaurant to answer the call from his thesis mate.

As soon as he answered the call, his thesis mate endlessly rambled on about how his brain had managed to dried up from creating different survey questions only for them to end up getting rejected by their advisor hence why he’s calling Jungkook to ask for help.

Jungkook was put on the spot as he tried to brainstorm for plausible questions although it took him some time but he ended up contributing five questions so at least there’s that to save his thesis mate.

Once the call ended, Jungkook went back inside to see a bit of commotion going on around your table. Minho was rubbing his hands at your back as he looked at you with an equally confused face whilst the server from a while ago was trying to assess the situation by asking you a question but your coughing fit prevents you from speaking up.

“What’s happening?” Jungkook asked the same question the server was just asking.

“I think she’s choking” the server handed a glass of water to Minho who took it to put it against your mouth, assisting you whilst continuously patting your back but it took no effect to cease your coughing fit.

“I can’t breathe” you heaved as you scratch your neck and that’s when Jungkook noticed your watery eyes and your face that’s starting to swell. Pulling up the sleeves of your jacket, his guess was right when he saw hives littering your arm – you’re having an allergic reaction.

“Do you have an antihistamine with you?” Jungkook asked you as you shook your head no, remembering how you had just brought only your wallet with you and that’s how he began to get frantic.

“I’ll hail a cab, we need to get her to the hospital” Jungkook rushed towards the door but Minho stopped him before he could get outside.

“I’ve taken my car with me”, Minho told Jungkook as he hoisted you up by putting his arm around you, guiding you towards the outside and into his car. On the other hand, Jungkook went straight to the cashier to pay for the bill before he dashed out of the restaurant to follow suit.

Minho started the car once Jungkook got in the backseat, speeding right away to the nearest hospital. Jungkook leaned forward towards the center console as he worriedly looked at you

“What’s happening with her?” Minho looked totally lost as he looked over at you then towards Jungkook for some answer.

“She’s having an allergic reaction”, Jungkook stated the obvious fact, “What did she eat?”

“I ordered the new flavored tteokbokki then she just grabbed a bite or two, that’s it” Minho said in his defense.

“The cheesy shrimp one!?” Jungkook widened his eyes.

“Yeah, is she allergic to shrimp? But I thought she’s allergic to seashells though?”

Jungkook looked at Minho dead in the eyes, wondering if your boyfriend is seriously trying to make a joke right now or is he just plain stupid? With the way he looks so serious asking him about it, he could confirm that it’s the latter.

“You meant to say shellfish, right?” Jungkook grumbled as he tried to remain calm, knowing that your boyfriend isn’t actually clueless about your allergy but he sure is careless to forget that one important thing about you.

Jungkook was pulled out of his anger as soon as a sob escaped from you, making him turn his attention at you, just in time to see you clutching the collar of your shirt as if you’d want to loosen them with the way you looked like you were gasping for air while your shoulders heaved.

“I can’t breathe”, you said in between shaky breaths, “I’m going to die.”

“Hey, try not to cry, okay? It’ll be harder for you to breathe” Jungkook instructed Minho to roll down your windows as he warmly smiled at you once you looked at him but you quickly diverted your eyes to Minho when he gently grabbed your hand, squeezing it to reassure you.

“We’re near and I promise, I’m not going to let you die” Minho told you as he steered his eyes away from the road for a moment to look at you oh so lovingly like he isn’t the reason why you were like this in the first place, causing Jungkook to internally cringe.

Not too long, Minho drove the car to the driveway slope of the emergency bay and Jungkook quickly hopped off the car, opening your door as he removed your seatbelt for you, wrapping his arm around your back and under your knees when you slightly pushed his shoulder, stopping his movements.

“I can walk”, you weakly voice out.

Jungkook let out an exasperated sigh as he went on instead to grab your arm, slinging it around his shoulder while he held you securely close to him by wrapping his arm around your waist, hoisting you up out of your seat and towards the entrance.

“Is your pride really that important?” Jungkook reprimanded you.

Once the automatic doors opened, a nurse stationing the desk nearby the entrance rushed in to your aid. Jungkook explained the whole thing to the nurse and she was quick to get a wheelchair for you as she wheeled you towards one of the vacant beds.

Jungkook stood at the end of the bed, crossing his arms as he anxiously bit down on his thumb whilst he watched the two nurses move you towards the bed. They try to ask you your name or simply assure you to try to stay you calm as they put on an oxygen mask for you to breathe properly.

Thankfully, your breathing started to come back to normal when they injected a shot of epinephrine into your thigh. The nurse removed your jacket for you as they rolled up the sleeves of your shirt to wrap the cuff of the blood pressure monitor around your arm.

“How is she?” Minho asked as he suddenly appeared beside Jungkook, startling him a bit.

“They just gave her an epinephrine” Jungkook told him without taking his eyes off of you as he gave you a reassuring smile when he saw your still worrisome face.

The nurse came up to Jungkook after she had taken down your vital signs, “Are you her boyfriend?”

“Uh no, he is”, Jungkook pointed to Minho as he rubbed his hand against the nape of his neck.

“Oh I’m very sorry” the nurse apologized as she turned her attention to Minho to ask him a few questions and to also fill out some paperwork.

“How are you feeling?” Jungkook asked as he went to sit down on one of the chairs beside the bed.

“Good”, you heaved out a sigh, “I should’ve listened to you.”

“About what?” Jungkook furrowed his brows, clueless to what you’re referring to.

“I should’ve not sung Emergency Room.”

Jungkook closed his eyes as he smiled, tiling his head to the side, “I thought you were being serious there.”

The sound of the curtains closing swiftly caused the both of you to turn your attention towards the nurse and Minho who just ended their conversation. Minho walked towards the side of the bed where Jungkook is currently seated, prompting him to stand up and give his seat to him as he chose to idly stand at the end of the bed instead, watching the two of you converse.

“I’ll just go to the convenience store outside”, Jungkook announced, quite finding it awkward to be a third wheel inside that cramped cubicle room.

The trip to the convenience store didn’t take him too long as he’s now entering the automatic doors of the emergency room with a white plastic bag on his hand, containing refreshments for the three of you. He was about to open the curtains of your cubicle but he stopped himself when he overheard Minho’s words, not wanting to get in the way of your conversation just yet.

“Shit, i forgot to pick up my sister”, Minho said, panic evident in his voice.

“Oh, right, you should go'' you muttered albeit disappointedly.

“Are you sure?”

Your boyfriend is completely incredulous to say that, knowing you were in a critical situation minutes ago and Jungkook knew that he just had to interject into your conversation, “I’ll take her home.”

Minho was dumbfounded for a bit when Jungkook shoved the bottle of cold brew right away into his hand and he was left to think how nice Jungkook is but his not so subtle aggressive action says otherwise.

“Okay then”, Minho shrugged as he leaned down to you, planting a kiss right on your forehead, “Keep me updated, okay?” you nodded as you watched Minho go over to Jungkook, pulling him in for a half hug as he thanked him for the drink.

Minho looked over at you one last time, waving his hand before he disappeared right as he went out through the curtains. Sighing, you laid your head back against the pillow, staring right through the creamy white ceiling when a box of apple juice appeared right before you.

“And for you”, you grabbed the juice from Jungkook as you sat yourself upright, opening the box as you punched the straw through the hole.

“Thanks”, you said as you took a sip.

“So, he left to pick up his sister huh?” Jungkook asked as he sat on the side of the mattress.

It really wasn’t hard for you to miss his snide remark and it can’t be helped that Minho might’ve not sat well with Jungkook considering all of the events for tonight, giving Minho a bad first impression for Jungkook.

“Minho’s really going to fetch his sister tonight. He just dropped by at Eomma’s because it’s on his way”, you defended as you try to justify Minho’s action.

“Still, aren’t you here because you’re allergic to seashells?” Jungkook smiled in a condescending way.

You chuckled as you kicked his side with your leg, “Don’t be so hard on him besides, it was an accident.”

“Ow, that kick sure is harder” Jungkook hissed as he rubbed his sides, acting as if your kick was really that strong and forceful when it’s not.

Jungkook immediately hopped off the bed as soon as the doctor came in but she was quick to dismiss him, telling him it’s fine. Nonetheless, Jungkook chose to stand, watching Doctor Kim – as it says on her coat – switch on her penlight, instructing you to open your mouth.

“What did you eat?” the doctor asked you as she examined the chart.

“I had a tteokbokki but i didn’t know that it had some shrimp on it.”

“Okay and have you ever had this type of reaction before?” Doctor Kim asked as she clicked her click pen against the clipboard to write down what you’re saying.

“No, I usually just take an antihistamine for my allergy.”

Doctor Kim nodded as she reviewed the chart one last time before she spoke up, “Alright, so what you went through is called an anaphylactic shock which is a severe allergic reaction that can be very life threatening if not treated immediately but thankfully, you were taken care of. Since it's the first time you got this reaction, I'd recommend that you carry an EpiPen with you from now on just to be cautious for future attacks like these.”

“Will I be discharged now?” you asked when you suddenly remember that you still have an unfinished essay to work on.

Doctor Kim chuckled at how you sounded like an impatient kid, “Well, not yet because you’re still under observation and we need to make sure that you won’t have a second reaction. Also, i have to put you through an antihistamine IV drip to lessen the swelling on your throat.”

“Oh okay” you said, sounding unsure as your mind is too busy thinking if you’d be able to finish your essay and pass it on time.

“Alright, i’ll be checking on you from time to time, okay?” Doctor Kim smiled as you thanked her.

As Doctor Kim left, you pressed your fingers against your temples, sighing as you unlocked your phone to stare at your essay that still needs 1,000 words for you to finish it but nothing seems to come up to your mind when you try to brainstorm for ideas.

“What’s the matter?” Jungkook asked out of curiosity.

“I have an essay due before midnight and I’m still not yet done.”

“What is it about?”

Before you could even reply, a nurse came in to set up the IV fluid solution bag by suspending it on an infusion stand, “Hi, i’ll be inserting the IV now, okay?”

You watched the nurse wrap a tourniquet around your wrist as she palpates the skin atop of your hand, looking for a prominent vein. The catheter hasn’t even pricked your skin yet but you had already turned your head to the side, squeezing your eyes shut as soon as the nurse swabbed the sterowipe atop of your hand.

Stifling a laugh, Jungkook enclosed his hand around yours for you to hold on to but he was not expecting for you to grip his hand so tightly as if your life depended on it, making him grimace in pain.

“Okay, you’re done” the nurse told you as she opened the roller clamp to let the fluid flow through your veins.

“Thank you”, you smiled.

“That was one hell of a grip”, Jungkook shook his hand, “Were you going to crush my bones?”

“Sorry”, you apologized as you immediately went back to look on your phone, skimming through your essay.

“What is it about?” Jungkook repeated.

“It’s fine, It’s not like you could really help me with it” you waved your hand, dismissing him.

“Are you underestimating me?” Jungkook squinted his eyes as he leaned closer towards you.

You withdrew your eyes away from the screen just to roll your eyes at Jungkook, “It’s about Marxism and its relevance to today’s society.”

“That’s something about capitalism, isn’t it?”

“It’s a theory about the effects of capitalism on workers and the economic development but yeah.”

“See, have a little faith in me, yeah?” Jungkook winked as he grabbed your phone to search the topic right away.

“If you say so”, you said, still quite unconvinced.

“I’ll treat you at Eomma’s if you get a perfect score.”

Well, that’s more convincing although the real reason you don’t want to accept Jungkook’s help is because you’ve been a big burden just for tonight. It’s not like you could deny him if he’ll keep on insisting besides, you could feel your eyes getting heavier with how tired you are just from crying.

You pointed out clearly to Jungkook that he just needs to open the student portal and submit the essay before midnight. Jungkook was quick to dismiss you after you have relayed all the important information, instructing you to just lay down and rest.

Jungkook tried to absorb as much information about the concept behind Marxism and he has one and a half hours left to do some research and write about it that’s why he’s concentrating hard to put out all his best to this work but you got him all distracted upon hearing you chuckle.

“What?” he raised his head to look at you.

“You look so serious”

“Just close your eyes”, Jungkook covered your eyes with his hand, making you grab his wrist to pry it away from your now closed eyes.

Shaking his head, Jungkook went back to focus on his writing and next thing he knew, he had finished and submitted it just in time – five minutes before midnight to be exact.

Jungkook let out a yawn as he stretched his whole body by extending his arms upward and twisting his body from side to side. He inched the chair closer against the side of the bed so he could lay down his head atop of his arms to take a quick nap.

Looking at you, fast asleep and so peaceful, Jungkook chuckled to himself at how he could clearly make out your wide open mouth behind the oxygen mask thus prompting him to prod your chin up to close your mouth only for you to open them again.

His gaze remained on you and weirdly enough, a familiar sense of warmth overcame Jungkook, just like that day when he saw his mom and dad dancing in the living room therefore making him realize that maybe, suppressing these emotions won’t be of much help anymore.

Jungkook rushed towards the campus plaza after his classes to meet you there since you are both assigned to cover the Chuseok festivities in the campus for the school newspaper. He took out the laminated staff ID from his pocket, wearing it around his neck as he ran even faster once he heard the introduction speech of the hosts for today’s program booming through the speakers.

It took him another five minutes before he was able to get past through the barricades and stand right beside you at the side stage, considering the plaza was already packed when he got there. Jungkook had to squeeze his way through the crowd as he muttered a bunch of ‘excuse me’ and ‘sorry’ to those who he had bumped onto accidentally in the process.

“I saved you some” you said, giving him a pack of Pumpkin Songpyeon that was distributed for free by the brand that’s sponsoring the event.

Jungkook first got his camera from his bag before he took the pack of rice cake from you, “Thanks.”

A group of girls dressed in blue and red traditional hanboks filled the stage once the host introduced them. They went on to form a circle as they joined their hands together to perform a dance of Ganggangsullae. Raising his camera, he looked into the viewfinder as he set on to capture the performance that is until you nudged his shoulder

A blurred shot of the performance then displayed on his camera’s screen, causing him to tighten his lips as he looked over at you to question why you had to ruin his shot but you were busy shaking your pointer finger towards the performers on stage.

“Oh Jungkook, isn’t that Cho Hee?”, you said, “She’s gotten prettier.”

The girls in the circle are now crouched down as they languidly swing their arms side to side, surrounding the two girls dancing in the middle of the circle and sure enough, Jungkook now recognized one of the two girls wearing the red hanbok to be his ex-girlfriend.

Honestly, it has been a while since he last saw Cho Hee around and he could thank the massive campus for it. He’s actually glad to see her perform up there, knowing that his bitter feelings for her have naturally subdued which could only mean that he had actually moved on from her.

Junkook chose to ignore your remarks as he then proceeded to take a few shots until he got satisfied with it. The performance soon ended with all of the girls going down to the side of the stage where the both of you are standing and he pretended to review his shots, knowing how awkward it always gets when he gets to see his exes by chance.

“Cho Hee! you were great up there” you said as you approach Cho Hee to grab her arm.

Did you really have to talk to her?

“Ah thank you” Cho Hee smiled, bowing his head shyly at you and then she looked at him, “Hi.”

“Hi”, Jungkook raised his hand to do a little wave.

You could definitely feel the awkwardness radiating between the two when you looked over them as they tried to look anywhere else except at each other’s gaze.

“It’s so nice to see you again” you spoke up, making it easier for the two.

“Yeah, you too” Cho Hee said, “Anyway, i need to change backstage so i guess, i’ll see you around and by the way, Happy Chuseok!”

“Happy Chuseok”, Jungkook said in unison with you.

“Well, that was awkward” you chuckled as you imitated Jungkook’s awkward ‘Hi’ greeting to Cho Hee.

Jungkook shook his head at you as he opened the pack of Songpyeon to snack on, “How are you and Seashell?” he asked, changing the topic.

“Stop calling him that” you pinched his arm but laugh nonetheless at how Jungkook stuck to calling Minho that obnoxious nickname ever since that incident, “We’re good. Actually, he’s going home with me tomorrow to meet my parents.”

Well, that’s surprising. You’ve never taken home any of your past boyfriends for the holidays or maybe it’s just the fact that they didn’t last long enough to celebrate a special holiday like this whereas it looks like Minho is in it for the long run but isn’t it too early to introduce him to your family?

“Oh you’re leaving early?” Jungkook asked, completely ignoring the fact about Minho.

“Yeah, how about you?”

“I’m leaving the day after tomorrow.”

Jungkook can’t fully understand what you see in Minho and he doesn’t get it either why your relationship with him seems too fast but who is he to complain like that anyway?

You’re now happy and Jungkook doesn’t want to ruin that just because he had doubts about Minho although you clearly know already how much he dislikes your boyfriend. Jungkook just wants what’s best for you because that’s how a friend should think, is it? This is definitely not rooting from something else.

After the event, you went your separate ways with you saying that you still have to ready and pack up your belongings for tomorrow whilst Jungkook spent the rest of his day inside his dorm to just lay around and watch his roommate pack up like what everyone else is probably doing.

The highway traffic is always the worst before the eve of Chuseok as everyone is scampering to spend the start of the holiday in their respective hometowns while Jungkook took the smart idea of travelling to Busan on the eve itself since everyone’s home by then and the traffic is much lighter.

It was already past noon when Jungkook woke up the next day to see that his roommate already left. He snuggled closer to his pillow, closing his eyes to go back to sleep again since there’s really nothing important for him to do for the whole day so he might as well get that well deserved sleep for all of those all-nighters he went through this semester.

Jungkook groaned as he heard the blaring sound of the alarm on his phone go off when he’s certain that he had not set up an alarm. Nonetheless, he patted the space beside him to blindly search for the device, pressing the home button so he could peacefully go back to dreamland.

He was slowly drifting off to sleep again when his phone went off again and this time, he opened his eyes as he looked over the screen to notice that it was not an alarm but it’s a phone call from you.

“Jungkook”

“Hmm?” he drawled out a low hum as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes.

“Are you doing anything now?”

“I was sleeping but why?” he said with his eyes still closed, wondering why you're calling him.

“Can you meet me up at Soundcheck?”

Jungkook sat himself up as he looked over at his window to see that the sun was beginning to set, “Aren’t you back at home with Minho?”

“Hmm there’s a change of plan so hurry, i’m already here” you ended the call before he could even ask you more about it.

Well, it looks like sleeping in isn’t an option anymore. Jungkook yawned as he stood up lazily, ruffling his hair whilst he walked towards the bathroom to take a quick shower.

He could not be bothered to take out his comfy casual clothes that he had already packed in his duffle bag so he had just set on to wear whatever is left in his closet – a simple white t-shirt and a nice pair of ripped denim jeans plus a black windbreaker to protect him from the cold.

It’s quite strange to see how the street outside his complex looks almost empty or rather the whole area surrounding the university looks like a ghost town with the majority of the establishments closed prior to the holiday.

Soundcheck is approximately just a seven minute walk from his dorm that’s why it didn’t take too long for him to arrive there. As usual, Hyunseok greeted him, telling him that you and him might be the only customers he’ll be having tonight.

Jungkook headed straight to the room where you are to see you already belting out the lyrics to Since U Been Gone as soon as he opened the door. Not wasting any time further, Jungkook grabbed the other mic off the couch, joining you as he went on full crazy with you by bobbing your heads along to the beat.

It all went like that until Jungkook slumped back on the couch by the fourth song, all out of breath as he tried to take a rest for a while. On the other hand, you’re still energetic as ever and maybe, the two empty bottles of beer on the table is a very clear indication.

Wait.

That’s very unusual of you, considering you could only tolerate one bottle or less of alcohol and any amount more than that will make you a drunken mess in a matter of time – you’re a lightweight drinker after all.

Suddenly, Jungkook remembered the reason why he is here in the first place yet he still ought to know why you’re here, drinking way too much for your liking when you should be back at your hometown to introduce Minho to your family.

“I’ll have that” he snatched your supposedly third beer from your hand as he took a swig that had you complaining at him.

“There’s two more in the bucket!” you whined with your brows furrowed in annoyance.

Jungkook smiled knowing that he got you annoyed but it’s more of the fact that you look rather adorable than menacing. Of course, you wouldn’t take his delight too well as you rolled your eyes at him and proceeded to get another bottle in the bucket instead.

“Don’t be too greedy. Why don’t you save me some?” Jungkook took a hold of your arm that’s already extending towards the bucket of beer as he pulled you down to sit beside him into which you thankfully obliged.

You used Jungkook’s arm on the headrest to cushion your head against as you blankly stared at the ceiling and you felt your eyelids getting heavier once you felt the drowsiness setting in. Scooting closer, you moved your head on Jungkook’s shoulder as you closed your eyes.

“Sing me a song.”

You must’ve thought that Jungkook didn’t hear you when he made no move to grab the remote and pick a song, considering you murmured the words to him but he caught you by surprise when he started to sing an acapella of Alaina Castillo’s Sad Girl much exactly to what you’re feeling right now.

Jungkook’s honey like voice reverberated around the room and you always love how soft and warm his voice is, adding up to the already comforting touches he’s giving you.

Jungkook held you tighter as he enveloped his arms around your shoulder, reeling you in whilst you nuzzled further into his neck as you absentmindedly took a whiff of his cologne – you can’t help it, he just smells so good all the time.

You're supposed to be back at home to introduce Minho to your entire family yet here you are, cuddling up on Jungkook's side. It’s oddly unfamiliar to have Jungkook be this close to you but it’s strangely good and you can’t tell if you want yourself to be familiarized with this kind of setting.

Opening your eyes, you observed Jungkook’s other hand on his lap, laying ever so close to yours and you may or may not have the urge to hold his hand out of nowhere but you were brought out of your thoughts before you could even give in when Jungkook finished the song.

Jungkook went on to hum a soulful tune that you can’t point out if it originated from a song or if he had just made it up but it’s not like you actually mind. You’re at least thankful for having Jungkook to be just here for you even though it was a spontaneous invite. Still, he made the effort to go here and you think that’s enough for your spirits to be lifted up, at least for a little while.

“I broke up with Minho.”

Jungkook glanced down at you, surprised that those words came out of your mouth though he had a hunch that something bad happened between you and Minho as soon as you called him but he didn’t fully expect for you to end things with him, not when you were so ecstatic to bring him home just yesterday.

“What happened?” he tried to lower down his head to take a look at you but he’s unable to, given that your hair has now made its way to your face, making him tuck your hair behind your ear.

“I just realized that he’s not the right person i’d want to introduce to my family.”

Well, that’s a pretty vague answer but before he could question you for more, Hyunseok appeared by the door.

“Hey guys…” Hyunseok’s voice faltered once he took in the view of you both cuddled up close but of course, that didn’t quite last long as you separate yourself from Jungkook, “Um i’m closing early tonight which i mean is in fifteen minutes – just a heads up though!”

“Okay” you both said at the same time and once Hyunseok is out of the room, you stand up all of a sudden to grab the mic and remote off the table.

“We better sing then” you said with a bright smile on your face like you just didn’t gloomily tell him how you had just gotten out of a relationship.

Jungkook assumed that maybe your break up is still too sensitive for you to talk about and maybe you weren’t meant to break out the news just yet. Of course, he’ll respect that until you’re ready to tell him although he’s dying to know what went wrong.

In a span of fifteen minutes, Jungkook was quite spent from trying to squeeze in a whole lot of songs to sing and he was also getting tipsy from gulping down the remaining bottles just so you could not drink any further though you’ve managed to sneakily sip just a bit from his.

“To Eomma’s!” you said once the doors of the elevator opened, darting immediately towards the direction of the restaurant that was disappointingly close already.

“Oh man” Jungkook scratched his head as he stood right next to you while you both stared at the closed signage by the door, “guess we just have to find another place.”

Jungkook slung his arm around your shoulder when he saw how you looked like you were walking on two left feet. You both wandered off the streets to look for any open restaurants you could walk into but it looks like you wouldn’t even find one no matter how hard you look everywhere.

“There’s nowhere for us to go” you pouted, planting your hand on Jungkook’s shoulder.

“Do you wanna head back?”

“Mmm no”, you shook your head, “I don’t want to be alone just yet.”

Glancing down, Jungkook examined your face to see if you’re doing okay but you're completely devoid of any emotions because you looked like you're spacing out instead.

Jungkook pinched your cheeks to tease you only for you to swat his hand away. In return, you turned your head sideways as you playfully bit on Jungkook’s arm, causing him to remove his arm off of you.

“Ow!”, Jungkook chuckled, “Where do you want to go then?”

You looked up as you try to rack your brain of where you could possibly go at this hour but Jungkook’s adamant on being a little shit right now as he continues to bother you further by bumping his hip against yours to which of course, you retaliated back with an even stronger force and you both went on with it until you eventually lose your balance that had you landing on your bum.

“Ah look what happened”, you take a closer look at your palm, inspecting the new formed graze you got when you tried to lessen the impact of your fall by planting your hand down on the concrete.

“Sorry” Jungkook crouched down on your level, taking your hand to dust the dirt off your palm and to also pull you up with him, keeping you back on his side again by intertwining your arms since you’re prone to hurting yourself lately – emotionally and physically wise speaking.

“So, where now?” Jungkook asked as he rested his head sideways against yours.

“Ew, can’t you talk properly? Your saliva is sputtering on my face” you wiped your cheek as you disgustingly looked at Jungkook.

“That’s not me”, Jungkook widened his eyes at your accusation when he could also feel something wet on his face, more so when he looked up towards the night sky, “Oh? is it going to rain?”

As if on cue, the heavy rain poured, leaving you with only a little time to save yourselves as you both giggly made your way over the sidewalk where you took shelter under the canopy roof of a coffee shop.

Jungkook took in the familiar surroundings and he easily distinguished where the both of you are, “My dorm’s nearby, do you want to stay there for a while?”

“Sure” you said, letting Jungkook take your hand as he guided you, even pointing out the puddles you should avoid but you ended up stepping on some of them, making the both of you laugh.

Upon entering the lobby of Jungkook’s dorm, the security guard blatantly give you weird looks just because you’re both a giggling mess for no apparent reason at all although you stopped midway to apologetically bow your head to him before Jungkook dragged you towards the elevator in a hurry.

You observed your appearance once you had taken a good look of yourself against the mirrored elevator doors. Luckily, you’ve only gotten wet patches throughout your green sweatshirt and leggings but water began to pool around your white tennis shoes because of how drenched it is.

“Doesn’t this sound too dirty?” you laughed as you lightly stomp your feet to produce the wet sloppy sound that totally mimics a sound of two people making out or just having sex in general.

Jungkook smiled as he scratched his brows, finding it ridiculous that you’re starting to voice out your weird thoughts so indiscreetly, “You’re weird.”

Obviously, the weirder thing is that Jungkook has been staring at your joined hands through the whole ride up and it’s inexplicable how nice it is to feel your soft and warm ones against his own that he can’t bring himself to break away the contact, well as long as you allow him to.

Disappointingly, you managed to let go of his hand when you got inside his room so you could discard your wet shoes and socks before going inside the bathroom. Jungkook sat down on the chair, removing his windbreaker and untying his shoes as well.

“Your roommate has gone home already?” you asked as you went over to Jungkook’s bed to lay down.

Jungkook nodded his head as he opened the drawer to get a strip of band aid, alcohol, and a tissue to tend for your graze.

“Have you washed your hands?” Jungkook looked over you as you nodded your head at him. You hissed as soon as Jungkook pressed the tissue he soaked in alcohol onto your graze, finishing it with a band-aid.

“How cute that you have this”, you smiled as you ran your fingers along the green band-aid with teddy bear patterns on it.

“It was Cho Hee’s”

“Oh”, you didn’t mean to sound so disheartened but your tone just came out like that, “Do you still have her things?”

“No, i just didn’t bother to throw out little things like this”

You slowly nodded as you felt your chest tighten for reasons you still ought to know but you quickly dismissed the feeling, laying yourself down on Jungkook’s bed while Jungkook just sat on the side.

Sometimes, you’re curious to know how Jungkook still manages to have faith in love despite being taken for granted by his past lovers – which you hate to see happen to him – or just being unfortunate in general but the question eventually slips your mind before you could even ask him about it.

“Do you still believe in love, Jungkook?” your gaze fell on him and he locked his phone, looking up to meet your eyes with a warm smile.

“Yeah”, Jungkook said with no hesitation as the natural lover he is.

“Why?” you asked, wanting to know his point of view and maybe you could try to learn a thing or two from him.

Jungkook thought about it for a minute before redirecting the question to you instead, curious to know what you have to say, “Why don’t you tell me first? Do you believe in love, Y/N?”

“I guess so” you answered unsurely.

“You guess so?” Jungkook knitted his brows, tilting his head sideways.

“Well, don’t we love because we want to be loved?”

Jungkook shook his head, disagreeing from your statement, “Love should always start from yourself.”

After he had said that, you looked back up the ceiling again as if you’re deep in thought whilst Jungkook just focused on picking up the loose thread along his ripped jeans. Not too long, Jungkook laid back a bit in an opposite position from yours, resting his weight against his elbow on the mattress as he pinched the bridge of his nose to fight off the sleep that’s slowly starting to get him.

“Am i beautiful?” you asked out of nowhere.

Your eyes are still fixated towards the ceiling when he looks over you, unsure at where this question is coming from and why you had said it so suddenly.

“Why are you asking this?” Jungkook nervously chuckled while you just remained silent, prompting him to actually answer your question to not throw you off, “You’re beautiful, Y/N.”

Jungkook tried to gauge your reaction but you’re not even showing any emotion at all when you’re completely lost looking at the ceiling ever since, thinking that maybe you’re just spewing out nonsense.

Laying down completely, Jungkook felt his eyelids getting heavier by the second no matter how hard he tried to fight the sleepiness away although at the end, he eventually gave in as he fluttered his eyes shut.

“Do you love me?”

Jungkook was caught off guard, prompting him to open his eyes as he asked himself if he just happened to hear your voice in his dream but he’s not that deep into his sleep yet for that to occur.

“Did you say something?” Jungkook asked, trying to make sure he heard it right.

“Do you love me, Jungkook?” you repeated but this time you sat up as you set your eyes on him instead of the ceiling.

Mimicking you, Jungkook sat himself up, facing you completely as he rubbed his hand against the nape of his neck, “Of course.”

“I mean, not as friends but... Is it possible that you could love me more than that?” you clarified as you await Jungkook's answer with such an intense stare that had him shying away, making him avert his eyes elsewhere as he thought of what he should even reply to that.

You broke out an awkward laugh when you noticed that you’ve made him uncomfortable by putting him on the spot, “Sorry, i wasn’t thinking straight.”

Jungkook doesn’t know why he just had to grab your arm when you’re about to lay down again but it’s like his body acted for him and ignored the warning signals his mind had sent him. Courage striked through as he bore his eyes into you while he said the words he thought would’ve never come out of him.

“I do love you”, Jungkook muttered before he could even regret saying it.

Not even a second later, he felt his sudden act of courage dwindling down right when he saw you widening your eyes but he had never expected for you to follow through by cupping his face with one of your hands as you went on to move intimately closer, so close that he could make out the raw skin of your lips that possibly resulted off of your bad habit of picking its dry skin.

“Y/N…” he whispered as a fair warning yet it sounds more like a lure.

All this time, he was standing on the edge, asking himself if he should move forward to jump and take the risk although it’s the unknown final outcome he fears the most – will it be a safe landing? or will it be a tormented crash?

There’s no time for him to hold back anymore as he had already let himself fall completely and Jungkook couldn’t care any less about his fickle thoughts when he averted his gaze away from your lips to your now closed eyes, making him do the same once he felt your lips collide with his.

Jungkook was just taking in how warm your lips felt but you pulled away as soon as you kissed him and he didn’t have to open his eyes to tell that you’ve not completely backed away from him when he could still feel your hot breath inches from his lips, leaving him wanting for more.

Wasting no time, Jungkook grabbed your shoulders as he tilted his head more to the side, opting to close the minimal space between you and that’s where things began to get pretty heated.

You deepened the kiss more as you placed your hand on Jungkook’s nape whilst the other rested on his chest. On the other hand, Jungkook eventually got his hands down to your waist and you responded by readjusting your position, straddling him with your legs placed on both sides of his lap.

It was then a constant pull between you two as you let yourselves be sucked in a state of euphoria and this is when Jungkook knew that he’s mindlessly falling dangerously fast and hard, making it thrilling yet scary at the same time that he has no assurance to hold on to but it’s not like he’s putting his mind to think of it right now.

Jungkook moved his hand towards your hair as he loosened the piece of elastic around it, letting your hair flow down as he threaded his fingers through it until his hands eventually came across your nape, reeling you in closer as if he’s trying to get rid of any non-existent space, if that’s even possible.

You broke away for a second as you hastily discarded your sweatshirt off and Jungkook’s mind immediately short circuited, eyes travelling down from your face and down to your upper half body that’s barely covering you with the help of your neon pink sports bra that had him smiling in amusement.

“What?” you raised your brows in a teasing manner.

“Cute”

Jungkook’s smile waned off as he felt your lips leave wet trails of kisses along his jaw and down to his neck, causing him to close his eyes in pleasure whilst he bit on his lip to try to keep his moans at a minimum.

Having you like this is totally driving him insane and on edge but as much as he wants to go on further, this feels very unsettling considering you’re both intoxicated and Jungkook had to put a stop before this goes too far.

He gently pushed your shoulders, creating a space between you two, “I don’t think we should be doing this.”

Jungkook pretty much looks like he’s still trapped in a daze but you could tell that he’s just holding it off, confusing you out as to why until you had finally come to your senses – you asked him a stupid question and one thing led to another and you’ve come to not realize until now that you’re sitting on his lap, half naked you might add.

Embarrassed, you froze in place, avoiding Jungkook’s eyes as you crossed your arms across your chest and stomach, feeling conscious all of a sudden like you didn’t initiate the whole thing.

It didn’t go unnoticed for Jungkook to know how you suddenly felt uncomfortable so he searched for your sweatshirt around his room to give it to you but it ended up at the top of his closet and it’s not like he could stand to reach for it when you’re still sitting on his lap.

Jungkook was quick to tug the end of his white shirt, raising it over his head which gave you the chance to ogle at his surprisingly toned chest and abs, making you fluster as you weren’t even aware that his body is this fit and he’s just been hiding it under those oversized clothing of his.

“Raise your arms”, Jungkook demanded.

You blinked as you averted your eyes back on his face, just in time to catch him smirking at you. Nonetheless, you obey as you did what is told even though you’re completely clueless as to why he’s asking you to do so.

“Better?” he asked after he slipped his shirt over your head, smoothing some of your hair that he eventually messed up in the process of kissing you.

You nodded as you held his face with your right hand, smiling fondly when he leaned into your touch and you hate how this moment itself is making you emotional for reasons you don’t even want to remember right now.

“Do you really mean it?” you asked, pertaining to his unexpected confession, “that...you love me?”

Jungkook went on to caress your hair, only pausing as he leaned forward to plant a kiss on your forehead before he lowered his head to match yours, deeply staring into your eyes as he took a deep breath to shake off his nerves. He was already falling, so what difference would it make it if he held back just to slow down a little bit?

“It has always been you”, Jungkook whispered in a low hum.

Closing your eyes, you heaved a content sigh, circling your legs around his body to pull him in closer as you lowered your head to rest them against his shoulder, arms snaking around his lower back ever so tightly.

Whereas, Jungkook had his arm around your shoulder whilst his other hand remained at the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair and you’ve come to learn that he must love to do that, finding it so endearing of him.

This seems perfect and meaningful, it really is, but you can’t help but feel awfully unfair.

“What’s wrong?” Jungkook asked once he felt you trembling but your crying had only gotten worse with that question, catching him off guard at the sudden change of events.

Jungkook tried to pry you away to take a better look at you but you won’t let him when you just hugged him tighter in return. Stunned, he questioned himself if he had said or done something wrong to upset you or was he just being too much that he got you overwhelmed?

You had finally broken away, breathing raggedly as you quickly wiped your tear stained cheeks, making Jungkook’s concern grow more.

“Hey” Jungkook whispered, sliding his thumb across your cheeks to wipe your tears but you subtly pushed his hand away as you removed yourself off his lap to sit instead near the headboard of his bed, creating a distance between you two.

Crossing your legs, you let your head hang low so your hair could completely block your face away from Jungkook, making it hard for him to read you but your body language speaks for itself and he thought that maybe, he had misread the whole situation.

“I’m so-”

“I caught Minho cheating on me” you broke out the news after you’ve taken a deep breath.

“What?” Jungkook gaped his mouth in surprise, eyes widening as he replayed the words over and over again into his head.

“I went to his dorm unannounced yesterday and when I opened the door i-” you buried your face into your hands as you broke out into a sob again.

“You don’t have to continue that”, Jungkook inched closer as he was about to give you a hug but he was reminded of how you had pushed him away seconds ago thus making him retract his hand away that’s been hovering above your shoulder for quite a while. Instead, he gave you some space as he could only helplessly watch you.

Anger bubbled up inside him and he was furious, knowing how much love and effort you have poured for your shit of an ex-boyfriend. Jungkook had finally claimed his doubts that he’s up to no good yet you always dismiss him because of how you truly love and believe in him.

Jungkook propped his fist against his temple, watching you worriedly but he’s just glad that you’ve managed to calm down a bit, “I think you need to take a rest now.”

“Okay” you nodded, standing up and walking over to get your still soaked shoes.

“You could stay... If you want” Jungkook stammered as he scratched his head.

You stare at your tennis shoes, deciding whether to wear it or put it back but you guess that the latter option is more reasonable just because it’s much more comfortable to wear these shoes dry anyway but that’s just an excuse your mind made up for you to believe.

“Sure”, you said, joining Jungkook to sit at the side of his bed.

“Okay”

“I’m just going to wash my face” you excused yourself before it gets too awkward.

While you were inside the bathroom, Jungkook got up towards his closet, getting himself another shirt and also taking off his pants, leaving him only in his boxer shorts. He headed back to his bed, getting under the covers as he laid on his back to look at the ceiling and think of this night that had him running his hand along his face.

He has come to know now that you’ve asked him those questions because you just need to be reassured and so you could also stray away from those insecurities that Minho has now planted on you.

Jungkook hates how he could be so naive at times but could you blame him for being unaware? For taking the chance you don’t even fully intend to give to begin with? But shouldn’t he be grateful at least that he was able to grasp that chance for a little while even though he knows it’s only a matter of make-believe? And by that, he can’t help but feel a pang on his chest.

Were you just using him to get over Minho?

There wasn’t enough time for him to ponder much over it when he heard the knob of the bathroom door twisting and he went to scoot to the other side, giving you enough space to lay on.

As you laid down, Jungkook tried his best to set aside his own feelings for your sake, reminding himself that you’re the one he should be worrying about more but that doesn’t erase the fact that you’re not just the only one hurting here.

“You good?” Jungkook asked as he felt the bed dipped.

“Yeah”, you whispered.

“I knew there’s something wrong with him ever since that emergency room incident”, Jungkook said, filling in the void.

“Actually, he lied about picking up his sister. He went over to see his ex that night” you said with such contempt in your voice.

“Oh wow”, he said, turning his head sideways to look at you, “Do you want me to beat the shit out of him so that he could actually end up staying in the emergency room this time?”

Jungkook tried to make the mood lighter and somehow, his statement earned a chuckle from you although the awkward silence made its way back once again.

“Jungkook, about-”

“We should sleep” Jungkook cut you off, choosing not to hear what you have to say, knowing that you’re probably going to bring up about the events before. Call him a coward but some things are better left unsaid and he would appreciate it if you spare him his pride, at least for tonight.

Even though it’s completely dark in his room, he could definitely feel your eyes on him and thought that maybe, his words came out way too harshly than he thought, “I mean, we should talk in the morning when our minds are clear”, Jungkook offered you a smile as he went on to return your stare.

“Yeah, i agree”, you momentarily looked at him, “Good night, Jungkook”

You turned on your side with your back facing him and he didn’t try to let the still visible tension between you two bother him so much, deciding to himself that it’s better to just deal with it tomorrow in the morning as what you’ve agreed on.

“Good night, Y/N”, Jungkook turned to face the wall, closing his eyes as he slowly drifted off to sleep.

As the morning came, Jungkook ended up lying on his stomach with the side of his face pressed on top of his hand. The sunlight shining directly on his eyes made him knit his brows in his sleep as he tossed and turned over to try to avoid it but the light won’t certainly leave him alone as stubborn as it is.

Groaning, he begrudgingly fluttered his eyes open, squinting them until his eyes could fully adjust to the bright light. Honestly, Jungkook thought that you’ll be the first thing he’ll see this morning but he was puzzled to see instead the white shirt he was wearing last night, rather you were wearing last night to be neatly folded next to him.

Jungkook propped himself up on his elbows as he scanned the room to see that your green sweatshirt is not atop of his closet anymore or how your soaked white tennis shoes are also missing and he started to doubt himself if he had just too much to drink to imagine all of it but that clearly wasn’t the case when he saw your hair tie is still around his wrist.

Sighing, Jungkook let himself fall back down on the mattress as he squeezed his eyes shut only for him to open them again to stare at the ceiling that’s seemingly getting farther and farther away from him as he feels himself sinking down along with his heavy heart.

And just like that, you were gone.

Who would’ve known that winning first in Uno is this boring? More so when he’s stuck to watch the remaining eight players draw more and more cards, making the game seem endless. Bored as hell, Jungkook chose to just lay back on the couch, snacking on a bowl of peanuts as he eventually slowly lost focus, mind drifting particularly to that night.

What if he didn’t invite you over to his dorm? What if he didn’t confess? What if you never kissed him? What if the reason you left him in the morning is because your bus is scheduled to depart early? Or could you possibly intend to just leave him there with not a single word?

A month of no communication perfectly backs up his thoughts that you had indeed intended to leave him there and all these questions that still managed to plagued Jungkook’s mind are just a product of his wishful thinking.

Since then, he hasn’t heard from you and he didn’t try to bother reaching out too, unsure if you still consider him as a friend but you have obviously drawn the line ever since you left him that morning, making him guess that he’s now a stranger to you.

Although he can’t help but still cling to this little hope inside his mind and give you the benefit of the doubt that maybe, you haven’t totally cut your ties with him but that’s just proper bullshit.

It is what it is.

Sighing, Jungkook got his phone out of his pocket as he scrolled on it, not really in the mood to socialize anymore in Sunwoo’s Halloween Party. He would’ve gone home and left the party if he could but he carpooled on his way here with his friend, leaving him no choice but to stay and wait.

“I’ll just go outside”, Jungkook told his friend as he got up to make his way outside the backyard. Along the way, someone suddenly slung their arm around his shoulder just as he was about to open the sliding door.

“Jungkook!” said the man dressed in a Darth Vader costume.

“Oh Sunwoo”, Jungkook greeted him as soon as he removed his mask, greeting him in a hug.

“I’m glad you could make it”, Sunwoo smiled as he looked him up from head to toe, trying to make out his costume, “What are we wearing tonight?”

Jungkook let out a chuckle as he observed his costume, wondering if his silver chain mail shirt paired with an arm armor doesn’t give away that he’s clearly dressing up as a medieval knight or specifically, that he’s dressing up as Leonardo Dicaprio in the movie Romeo + Juliet, just like as you planned.

“Oh i’m dressing up as Leonardo Dicaprio’s Romeo character” he explained the costume you had forced him to buy and the only reason he’s wearing it is because it’ll be a waste of money if he’ll just let it gather dust in his closet.

“And where’s your Juliet?”

Maybe, it is a bad idea wearing this costume if he’s just going to be asked that question for the nth time tonight as he’s just making a complete fool out of himself or perhaps, pitiful more so.

“Well, i’m still looking for my Juliet” he smiled and hoped he’s not going to say that cringy reply anymore for tonight.

Sunwoo chuckled as he leaned closer to Jungkook, whispering, “In that case, you don’t have to look too hard.”

Jungkook knitted his brows at Sunwoo who just winked at him as he patted his shoulder before disappearing in the crowd to communicate more with the guests as the host he is. Nonetheless, he just shrugged it off as he got himself out in the backyard and took a breather away from the party he’s not really fond of at all.

Well, it’s rather peaceful and quiet out here except for the muffled music coming inside the house and he wished he would have come here sooner if he had only known that he’ll be having the backyard all to himself.

Jungkook sat himself down on the wooden garden swing and it enabled him to get a nice view of the perfect clear sky, surprising him even at the sight of the rare blue moon, prompting him to get his phone so he could capture the moon in all its glory.

Clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth, Jungkook looked at the picture and he wished he could’ve brought his camera here to give the moon’s beauty justice but since that won’t do, he laid his head to the side to rest as he kept his gaze on the moon, not even noticing that he’s slowly being lulled to sleep by the swing.

“There you are”

Jungkook opened his eyes, surprised to see you staring down at him with a wide grin, chuckling even at how his eyes got bigger.

“I heard you’ve been looking for me”, you said as you rounded up the swing, taking the space next to Jungkook.

Rubbing his eyes, Jungkook sniggered in embarrassment as he pinched the bridge of his nose, “Did Sunwoo tell you that?”

“Well, he just said that there’s a medieval knight looking for his angel and I just knew it had to be you”, you chuckled.

“And how could you be so sure about that?” Jungkook raised his brow in a teasing manner.

“You’re Romeo and I’m Juliet. We planned this, remember?”, you said as your smile faltered after having said that, speaking more in a whisper, “I just didn’t know you’d still go through with it.”

Glancing at you, he gets to take in your costume for the very first time with your white dress that extends up to your knees, your little angel wings, and your hair tied up in a half ponytail with braids and wisps of hair falling at each side of your face.

He averted his eyes away the second you catched him looking, causing him to look back at the sky, pretending as if the blue moon were much more worthy of his attention although he’s confused or possibly intrigued to say the least as to why you’re talking so casually to him when he could still clearly remember that you don’t want to do anything about him anymore.

“How have you been?” he asked, choosing to talk casually as well if that’s what you want.

“Nothing much, really”, you shook your head but later snapped your fingers as if remembering something, “Oh! I actually got a perfect score on that Marxism essay.”

“Really? Congrats!”

“So i guess you have to treat me at Eomma’s huh?”

Jungkook stroked his chin, looking up as if he’s trying to remember, “Did I say that?”

“Don’t act like you didn’t say that” you laughed as you shoved him but quickly regretted it when he almost fell off the swing, causing you to grab his arm as you put your other hand to cover your mouth, stifling your laugh.

“Do you have a grudge on me or something?” Jungkook put his finger in the middle of your forehead, chuckling at how you closed your eyes and scrunched your face as you waited for the impact of his flickering finger.

Somehow, laughter ensued between the two of you and this weird sense of familiarity crept over him, putting a smile on his face that is until you spoke up.

“I’ve missed you”

Jungkook turned to look at his fiddling fingers on his lap as he bit on his lip to hold back himself from returning those words he has been wanting to say to you ever since he saw your face but he’s afraid he’ll end up hurting again.

“I love you, Jungkook”

Jungkook felt his heart twinge, not in excitement but in pain as he let out a chuckle that sounded albeit scornful.

“You can’t just say that and expect everything to be okay”, Jungkook said in a venomous tone, making the big elephant in the room much more obvious now.

“I know and I’m sorry i should’ve stayed for us to talk but...” you stopped, hesitating to continue your sentence.

“But what?”

You rapidly blinked your eyes as you try not to get too emotional, unsure if you should even lay out this information but Jungkook deserves to know why you had left him that morning even though it’ll hurt him more.

Letting out a deep breath, you closed your eyes before you could talk, “Minho called me that morning to meet up with me and i don’t know… i just ended up taking him back.”

Jungkook looked at you incredulously, finding it hard to believe at why you would take your cheating ex-boyfriend back and he felt himself getting furious that had him rolling his eyes at you.

“Minho cheated on you!” Jungkook raised his voice in anger as he twisted his body to face you.

“I know that I’m stupid, okay!? But he was willing to change and fix things up so i gave him a chance to redeem himself”

“Still, why would you take him back?”

You’re starting to get irritated with Jungkook’s questions that is outright making you look much more pathetic when you know that he doesn’t have to shove it in your face for you to acknowledge it but he’s pushing you to level with his anger and you’re afraid you can’t bite back your tongue anymore.

“It’s because I loved him and I knew that from the moment I found myself feeling guilty when I kissed you, wishing it was him instead of you”, you said only for you to widen your eyes as you cover your mouth in shock.

In that instant, Jungkook’s felt his anger subside into dejection, leaving him speechless and you knew that you had to act fast to explain to him that you’ve just said those words out of anger when you saw that he was about to hop off the swing.

“I didn’t mean to say that”, you held him back by grabbing his arm.

“Then you probably didn’t mean to say that you love me”, Jungkook hopped off as he walked in long strides to get back inside and be just out of here just like what he originally wanted.

“Jungkook, please just hear me out one last time” you pleaded desperately as you stood in front of him, blocking him from opening that sliding door.

“What more do you have to say?” Jungkook scorned.

“Me and Minho just lasted for a week before i called it quits-” you tried to deliver your point as fast as possible before he tries to get away one more time but Jungkook is just persistent to not listen at all although it’s not like you could blame him for being that way – you broke his heart after all.

“Aren’t you done breaking my heart? Is it too much to ask if i’d beg for you to spare me another one?”, Jungkook creased his brows in pain, “Look, I’ve had my heart broken too many times to get used to it but you – you’re like all of my past heartbreaks combined perhaps even worse.”

It was evident that you’re completely floored at his statement and Jungkook took the chance to sidestep you but you were quick to snap out of it as you stubbornly took a hold of his hand to drag him towards the middle of Sunwoo’s backyard.

“Jungkook, please just-”, you sighed as you let the tears you’ve been trying to hold back stream down your face, “Please just hear me out.”

Jungkook softened at the sight of you crying, wanting to wipe the tears off of your face but he reminded himself that he needed to stand his ground thus he crossed his arms as he waited for you to collect yourself and speak up.

“I broke up with Minho because I realized that he’s not going to change no matter how much i’ll ask him to but that’s not the only thing I fail to realize”, you wiped your tears as you shake off your nerves but the sound of your voice cracking gave you away, “I love you, Jungkook and i might’ve realized that a bit late but that doesn’t mean i love you any less.”

You cried even more as you try to push out all of the words you’ve kept inside onto the table, partially scared at how much you’re letting Jungkook know all of your raw emotions but you’re done letting your worries about love control you, not when it had caused a lot of damage not only to you but to Jungkook.

“I love you not because i owe to return it back but because you care so much for me and i can see it in the little things you do like when you rushed towards my building just because i was crying over a bad presentation i did or how you always check up on me whenever i tweet something cryptic even though most of the time I’m just frustrated over a game of Candy Crush”, you chuckled midway, remembering how you tweeted an ‘i give up’ and seconds later, Jungkook is up on your messages, asking how you are when in fact, you’re just ‘giving up’ because you can’t move on to the next level.

You sniffled as you smiled, standing closer to Jungkook to cup one side of his face onto your hand, looking at him intently with fondness written all over your eyes, “In all seriousness, I do love you because you taught and showed me what love is supposed to look like.”

Jungkook grabbed your hand off of his face as he also grabbed your other, enclosing them around with his hands, looking down at it as if he’s trying to contemplate first the whole thing which makes it more unnerving for you, wondering if you’ve come forward to lay your true feelings down perhaps a little bit too late.

“Y/N, I appreciate those words, I truly do but I hope you’re not just saying that because you see me as a rebound”, Jungkook laid out his concern as he let go of your hands.

“You’re not a rebound, Jungkook” you widen your eyes, taking his hands back in yours as you try to convince him to believe your words.

With a somber smile, Jungkook squeezed your hands, “Don’t expect me to be the only one picking up the pieces, you should also be able to do it for yourself and not just me. I need you to be able to say that again when you’re completely whole.”

“What are you trying to say? Have I already lost you?” you said as your lips quivered.

Jungkook shook his head, thumb swiping over your cheeks to wipe your tears, “Even though you’ve broken my heart, you won’t lose me and that won’t ever happen because i’d still love you with all of my pieces.”

Overwhelmed, you headed straight towards Jungkook’s arms, causing him to step back with the sudden force as you hugged him tightly, relieved to hear that you weren’t too late after all.

“I’m so sorry Jungkook for everything, really and I swear that I'll build myself up first” you whispered as happy tears still managed to flow.

Jungkook kissed the top of your head, glad to hear you’re willing to do the best thing for yourself. He figured that diving into this relationship right away will just cause harm for the both of you, considering you still have a lot of things to figure out for yourself. You just have to take things slowly until the both of you eventually get there.

“I guess we'd have to invite eomma to our wedding, hm?” Jungkook suggested as he looked down on you.

“Is that a proposal?” you chuckled as you wiped your tear stained cheeks, creating a space between you although you’ve still kept your arms around his shoulders.

“How about a promise?” Jungkook raised his pinky finger.

“A promise then,” you giggled as you wrapped your pinky against his while you pulled him in by the shoulders, sealing the deal officially with a chaste kiss and a smile on both of your faces as you enveloped each other once again in an embrace.

You stayed like that for a little while, swaying each other side to side as you try to bask in each other’s warmth full of contentment, knowing full too well that all of those heartbreaks and pains you went through is meant to lead you to this exact moment and that concludes the story of how two lonely hearts who have lost their way in love have finally found each other.

A/N: Hi! It’s been a while since I last posted but here you go hehe although i have to say that i’ll be writing in a much slower pace from now on since i’ve become really busy irl and there’s just a lot going on, mentally speaking. I’ll still post stories from time to time though not as regularly as I used to so please look forward to my other ones in the future :)

P.S.: This is for you, Onigiri.

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Too Late: Adrien (Commission for miner249er)

Chapter 5 of the commission for @miner249er !

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The Seine became a comfort spot for Adrien after everything happened, his original comfort spot had been the top of the Eiffel Tower but with his ring gone, that wasn’t an option. Actually many places weren’t on his list of options any more due to his ring being gone and due to his identity as both Adrien Agreste: Teen Model and Heart Throb, as well as Adrien Agreste: Possible Accomplice to Hawkmoth and Mayura, and the possible face behind the cat mask, Chat Noir, became “known” after the whole Protector incident. Paris’s last akuma, and Adrien’s last normal day, last peaceful moment. He had been naïve before and hadn't even known it. He had tried too hard to get past the rose-tinted glasses his father basically prescribed he wore everyday and when he thought he had gotten rid of those he was too blind to notice the rose-tinted contact lenses he himself put in willingly every day after.

But those contacts had been dried and ripped and tossed in the trash. Now he couldn’t even take a simple walk without wearing a wig, clothes he never considered wearing before and some he knew his father wouldn’t approve of so there were some silver linings, and he would slightly contour his face and thank his old makeup artists for teaching him some makeup skills he could do himself. Plus it helped that he had been doing research on cosplaying and what it took to look like other people, tip number one was contouring your face, and that’s just what he did when he wanted to leave the house and have some alone time. True alone time, not supervised alone time with Simon, aka Gorilla, and not alone time at a distance with his mom, which he was so grateful to have back, but with the rumors surrounding his father and Nathalie and the way she came back on live TV, their alone time happened together.

It was wonderful to have his mother back, but it did not dull his pain. Not even her hugs or her kisses or her sweet words could pull him from the edge of his guilt-ridden thoughts. Every day, every damn day, he would think how this all was his fault. Maybe if he had been a better son, a better model, a better something, maybe his father wouldn’t have abused the Butterfly Miraculous the way he did. Maybe Gabriel, because even Adrien had to admit that the man was severely lacking in that department and had in a very long time, would have trusted him and told him what was going on. Then, perhaps, Adrien could have convinced his Father not to get Nathalie involved and to maybe let Ladybug help or even the Guardian. If Gabriel had just let his son in like Adrien had craved for so long, then maybe all this pain and anger wouldn’t be bleeding out of each and every pore of everyone in Paris.

Maybe then the Protector wouldn’t have had to...well, protect like she felt she had to. Adrien had never thought Marinette to be a scary girl, in fact, ‘Marinette’ and ‘scary’ in the same sentence seemed like something out of a parallel universe if anything. In his memories, because that’s all he had left of the girl, those and a broken arm and finger, Marinette Dupain-Cheng had always been happy and sweet and determined and so much more. Or, that was what he thought, that’s all he observed. He never took her sorrow or hurt seriously and it was that thought that had been plaguing him night and day ever since she went missing.

Her disappearance wasn’t the only ‘big’ thing that had happened in the honestly short amount of time he and his class encountered The Protector, he refused to call that akuma Marinette, there was just no way she thought of him and their classmates like that. There was no way. The only conclusion he could come to was that Gabriel had more control over the akuma than usual. Maybe even twisted her feelings into something darker. It has happened before...he’s sure of it. From what he knows about the Butterfly Miraculous, which was really not a lot even with his small crash course with Master Fu after he tried to make sense of everything, the Butterfly can enhance emotions. Who’s to say that he couldn’t twist those emotions? I mean...even Master Fu said he was tainting the Miraculous in ways that even he couldn’t predict. Maybe all that misuse could have changed it.

This could have been avoided . Was another constant thought that hung before him seemingly as a reminder. This should have been avoided.

Anger, no fury, overtook him but he managed to not let it out in a scream, or worse physically on something. He no longer had his usual outlet when his emotions got too big or too much, so he did the only thing he could remember his father teaching him. Mask it. Hide it all beneath a mask of indifference. Before he had hated it, hated the way Gabriel had sounded almost proud of the lesson he was giving his son, like it was one of his single most important pieces of fatherly advice he could bestow upon Adrien. Now though? Now it actually came in handy and Adrien loathed it, everything about it, but if he made a scene out in the open, it wouldn’t matter if he had a disguise on or not. People would stare, people would talk, people would try to help and he just could not handle any of that.

“We could all use you right now M’Lady…” He muttered to the air and himself, a part of him hoping that in some way the message would reach the girl he was thinking of.

That was another thing that was bringing him migraines if he thought too much about it, which he did, constantly. He didn’t just have to come to terms with the fact that one of his best friends had gotten akumatized and promptly went missing after said akumatization, or the fact Gabriel Agreste and Nathalie Sancoeur were basically determined to be the villains Hawkmoth and Mayura by public opinion and “coincidences” that looked an awful lot like proof, there was also the fact his mother literally rose from the grave...or from her coma that Adrien had no idea about, but to top everything off was the very real fact that Protector, Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Multimouse, was actually Paris’s beloved heroine Ladybug. His mind was still trying to make it make sense. To make it all make sense. But it was that last bit that was still throwing him for a loop.

He just couldn’t seem to fuse the identities together. Both girls held importance in his life, just in different ways. There were so many memories that were thrown at him that were practically begging him to see, see how the two were actually one and the same. There was just this other part of him that refused to see it, refused to acknowledge it, because, and it was a bit embarrassing to admit even to just himself, he was mad that he had declared that he would know Ladybug anywhere. Adrien had even convinced himself that he would absolutely be able to know who she was beneath the mask if he had just seen her. Turns out he had seen her out of the mask more often than in and it hurt.

To make matters worse, if anything could even be worse , he bitterly thought as he kicked a stray stone, he was pretty sure his class knew or at least suspected he was Chat Noir after their shared Protector experience. Yet none of them said anything, there were no new rumors floating about, there were no news coverage about him in particular other than how Paris was sending his mother and him their prayers, others were not as nice and speculated they were both involved in his villainy. The biggest thing though was that no one was reaching out to him to talk about what happened, to talk about his injury and the fact that the akuma took his ring so openly in front of people, they reached out...just not for any of that. They gave their sympathy, their curiosity, their anger, but none of them asked him about being Chat Noir and it was killing him having to wait for the other shoe to drop.

If it even drops.

Adrien sighed harshly and burrowed deeper into the hoodie he had slipped on before he had snuck out of his house. While aimlessly walking he spotted a bench and promptly slumped onto it. One hand idly picked at the chipped paint of the bench while the other clutched his hoodie above his heart. It hurt. It hurt enough to make him cry and well, he was alone so why not just cry? The guilt, the shame, the anger, the loneliness, all of it had turned into some blob of a creature that took hold of his heart and squeezed. He had to close his eyes, he didn’t know why, but it felt like it was one of the only ways to get comfort. Again, he was proved wrong as he began to remember The Day of The Last Akuma as all of Paris had taken to calling it, Adrien referred to it as the day he failed Marinette.

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Adrien winced as Marinette had taken hold of both his hands in hers, the gesture would have been sweet if it weren’t for the pressure. “ Save it. I don’t want your superficial pity. You Adrien Agreste are the biggest liar I know next to Lila. You knew she was lying. You knew she was lying from the start seeing how Ladybug told you herself that Lila and her were not friends. Oh yeah I know about that, in the park, or how about when Lila was akumatized to be the Chameleon, which by the way Lila very unoriginal and I’m fairly certain you were akumatized on purpose but hey what proof do I have right? And she pretended to be you because she didn’t like what you had to say about her lying. Yet you still didn’t tell your so called friends about her, because you don’t care about anyone but yourself! I learned that the hard way. I believed you when you said we were in this together and that if we both knew then that was enough and that we should take the moral highroad. What a joke ! I am truly disgusted with myself for ever thinking I was in love with you. ”

His hands hurt but that was nothing compared to his heart when Marinette had finished her speech, but the hurt was outweighed by his confusion. Looking around he could tell that their classmates were not expecting Marinette’s words to him. Some were probably still reeling from her harsh words about them but all eyes were on him and Marinette, and they were wide, whether it be in hurt, horror, shock, or all of the above. It seemed like the stares didn’t bother Marinette in the least, but they sure were getting to Adrien. “ W-What? You love me? ”

The hollow laugh he had gotten in reply was like a stab to the heart, he could feel Plagg scratching at his shirt from inside his white overshirt, he knew he had to get out of there so he could transform but Marinette still had a grip on him. “ Men. Of course that’s the only thing you focus on. If you actually listened to me and were a decent human being for once in your pathetic sad model life, you would have noticed that I said, was . I was in love with you, but after everything? You’re nothing but an obstacle in my way. ”

“ Mari please- ,” Adrien tried to reason with her as he tugged at his hands gently to see if there was any slack, again he winced in pain when Marinette tightened her hold, her gaze never wavering from him. The fury in her eyes could practically melt him.

“ That is not my name! If I did go by that name again you would not get to call me that anyways, nicknames are a privilege, they are shared between friends. Last I checked, we’re not friends, maybe we never were to begin with, and that goes for all of you too! ” Marinette hissed out sharply as she finally tore her gaze away from Adrien and looked at their classmates, their friends. It was the first time since this whole situation started that Adrien felt he could breathe despite the fact his hands were in an iron-clad like clutch. He didn’t have the heart to look in the eyes of everyone to see how they took Marinette’s words.

“ Marinette, this isn’t you! You need to fight the akuma, it’s making you say these things I know it is! But if you just calm down and fight it I know Ladybug and Chat Noir will be here to save the day. ” Adrien rambled away, and if he had been paying attention, he would have seen the way Marinette’s spine had straightened, how the atmosphere and temperature felt like it had dropped, and the way her calm fury took a turn. No he missed that all in favor of trying to see if one of his friends would agree with him and help him calm Marinette down long enough for him to sneak out and transform so Chat Noir could heroically swoop in to save the day.

“ Did he say akuma? ” He heard Rose semi-whisper to Juleka who merely nodded in confusion.

“ Marinette doesn’t look like an akuma though …” Nathaniel mumbled meekly.

“ Have you sheep learned nothing? There is more to people than what meets the eye.” Marinette sing-songed, and it was brief, so painfully brief but enough to draw scared gasps from everyone in the class, Marinette’s eyes had flashed from their normal cheerful blue to a darker almost violet color and the whites of her eyes turned purple. Everyone scurried back, even Mlle Bustier, all except Adrien who was still caught in her grip near the doorway that they were now blocking, and Lila who was just staring at Marinette in interest and poorly acted out fear from her seat that used to be Marinette’s. Everyone was calling out to her and telling her to run to them but the girl continued to sit there “frozen” in fear. “ And it seems like you are finally opening yours. ”

“ Oh Marinette how did this happen to you? I thought you were better than this? To get akumatized over me and showing everyone your true nature! Don’t worry guys my best friend Ladybug will be here soon to rescue us. ” Lila gushed out, not catching the wary glances that some were giving her.

“ Oh Delilah, do shut up. ” Marinette harshly mocked in response, Lila looked as though she had been smacked, everyone else was confused, Adrien included. “ What? Oh you guys didn’t know? Liar Rossi’s real name is Delilah, so let’s add that to the growing list of wrongdoings of one Delilah ‘Lila’ Rossi .”

Adrien breathed a sigh of relief when Marinette released his left arm, only to freeze when he felt her grab his right forearm with one hand, and his right hand with the other. Her fingers were so close to his ring, his heart was racing and he could feel Plagg stiffen in panic as well. “ Stop. Marinette. I’m begging you. This isn’t the way to deal with things, this will only make everything worse! ”

Marinette’s attention was torn from Lila to him and Adrien felt like he couldn’t breathe, he was sweating, and he felt like anything he did or said next would give him away as Chat Noir but he had to do something. Master Fu trusted him with this. Ladybug probably trusted him with this too, sure Fu hadn’t told him why she was gone but maybe this was a test or something? Maybe this wasn’t as bad as it seemed. Hopefully this wasn’t as serious as Fu made it out to be, because if it was he was not doing good. At all. “ Worse? No Agreste, I’m making things better. I’m protecting the people of Paris one last time from all of you, but especially from Rossi. Her lies harm people, her very being brings harm upon anyone she meets, and will continue to do so if someone doesn’t stop her. If someone doesn’t protect them from her. Since you couldn’t have a spine and keep one simple promise to be in this together with me, I have become what I needed to be and what Paris temporarily needs me to be just for today. I am its protector, I am The Protector.”

The pressure around his arm increased and he could do nothing but gasp in pain and try to pull away even as he was forced on his knees due to the pain. It was at this point that Lila got up and edged back, seeming to finally understand the danger she was in. The danger she unleashed. Marinette, no, the akuma, the Protector didn’t even spare her a glance as she added more and more pressure. The pain had distracted him from what she was doing at the same time, taking his ring. He hadn’t even noticed when finally a SNAP! rung out in the classroom and a scream could be heard. It took him a while to realize it was his own till he was cradling his limp arm to his chest and crying. He could hear the others shouting and screaming, he couldn’t see their faces through his tears. “ Here’s another lie Delilah told, and it’s fairly recent, but Ladybug and Chat Noir will not be coming to the rescue this time.”

Adrien tried to pull himself together when he no longer felt the weight of his ring, a thought struck him and it only strengthened his resolve to pull himself together despite the pain. There was no doubt that The Protector took his ring, he just hoped his classmates were more focused on his arm breaking than the ring being taken since he was almost certain that the akuma was doing nothing to hide what she took. Which meant if the class wasn’t looking at him they possibly saw Plagg being sucked back into the ring. He heard more than saw the gasps and the panic that followed, but what confused him was the sound of glass breaking-a window most likely-and the presence of the akuma leaving from beside him. He felt people swarm him and ask him questions but all he could focus on was the pain.

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He wiped the tears that the memory brought and stood back up to resume his walk. Eventually he found himself at the Tom & Sabine Boulangerie and he just had to go inside, he had to apologize to Tom and Sabine, he had to. It was his fault their daughter was missing. So he took in a deep breath and made his way up to their apartment, it took him longer to gather courage to knock but he did eventually do that. When the door was opened, the pit of guilt in stomach grew at the sight of Tom Dupain who looked like he hadn’t gotten a good night’s rest in weeks, nor had he taken the time shave, his beard taking Adrien back to when he had been akumatized into Papa Garou. Beside him, the always put-together Sabine Cheng had bags under her eyes, she was wearing what was obviously one of Tom’s t-shirts and it looked like she hadn’t brushed her hair that morning. He took one look at them and broke down in a fresh wave of tears.

“I’m so sorry!”

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dance with me ; tōru oikawa

warnings this is probably the fluffiest thing i’ve ever written, established relationship, mentions of tanaka x kiyoko, as well as bokuto x akaashi, mentions of weddings, and oikawa being annoying with nicknames

genre fluff

word count 1.3k

inspiration honestly, dance with me by beabadoobee ( such a pretty song )

synopsis oikawa hates when you overwork yourself, so he suggests dancing to get you away from your desk

author’s note first and foremost, happy new year everyone! i hope you’re all doing well and i wish you well ! sorry i didn’t post anything directly on, i’ve just been enjoying my time but i’m back. and i must say, i really did enjoy writing this one so i hope you guys like it too 🥺

also! i noticed there’s almost 500 of you guys and i just wanted to say thank you. i’ve had this blog for almost two years now and i’m grateful for all of you that followed. i went through a major change last year and i wonder if you any of you stayed nontheless, if not, i’m still thankful. i know i’m not very consistent and i think that’s okay, i’m trying my best to write what i think is worthy of being shown to you guys, i hope you don’t mind. i’ll still try better this year and i hope you’ll stay to watch me grow ! again, happy new year !

love, cloverfics ☘︎︎

Saying your perception of being an adult has changed over the years would be an understatement. How you went from dreaming about living on your own and having a job to wishing you were still a kid and being able to run around to an extent, you would never have the answer.

Having loads of work piled onto you, bills, school, it was stressful. And you wanted nothing more than to do nothing. But you knew if you started that, your load would get larger and you'd get lost in the heaps.

So, you glued yourself down to your computer chair and forced yourself to get it over with. Luckily you found your groove in the peace and quiet of your home, no sound other than the soft alternative you've come accustomed to. No, there was just that and quiet, no voices, no Oi—

"Honey, I'm home!" The rather loud voice that made your sweet serene scratch to a stop, jolted you forward. The tiniest bit of your herbal tea landing on your laptop. You thanked the Gods it didn't land on your papers, but if Oikawa had been any louder, who knows?

Not even a moment later was his presence barging through the door of your shared office. "Did you miss me, my sweets?" You cringed at the nickname.

"Please, never refer to me like that ever again." You said, a hint of humor in your voice. You placed your cup down before turning to face him. Clad in sweats, he had just returned from where he said he'd be all day. Practice.

Oikawa slumped momentarily at the disapproval of the nickname. Obviously thinking up something, you could tell those awful gears were turning in his head.

"How about Did you miss me, my empress?" He tried in a fabricated charming tone, waltzing his way over to you and your clutter.

You giggled. "Can't you just greet me like a normal person, ever?"

"There's no fun in that, love." A gentle kiss was pressed to your lips. It was soft, sweet, and quick. No matter it made you realize how much you had missed him all this time. Even with his borderline annoying antics, you had missed him.

Being locked up in your office with boatloads of papers and assignments had kept your mind off of him. It was a shame that after that very much needed peck that you had the urge to turn back to that computer and continue to work.

"What're we up to?" Oikawa placed a hand on the top of your chair, the other on your desk, nudging at your assignments.

"The usual." You answered monotonously, averting your attention back to the screen. You heard Oikawa's scoff.

"How long?" You hummed, leaning back in your chair. Peeling your eyes to look at him once again. Unlike before, his face was contorted into something serious.

You were aware how much Oikawa hated seeing your work like this. He thought it was damaging for you and he was right. But what was there for you to do?

"Someone's worried," Your teasing tone didn't pass by Oikawa like it usually did. His eyes connected with yours, worry and concern were the only emotions you were deciphering.

"I am. ___, seriously, how long?" It nearly made you wince, how serious Oikawa was. But you couldn't judge him, he obviously had the right.

You sighed, angling your head forward again. "Just a couple hours... is all."

"And did you take any breaks?"

A weak smile etched onto your face. You placed your fingertip onto the fine china, "To make tea."

Oikawa sighed, almost like it was in disappointment. "You can't doing this to yourself. I won't let you."

A tired groan left you. Deciding it was time to be left alone with your work again, you waved Oikawa off. "There's nothing more I can do, Toru. I have work to do and I can't just put it off."

His warm hand was placed a top of yours that was about to retreat, soon locking with your own fingers. "I know, but I can't stand it. Plus! You need to take more breaks," Oikawa urged but your face proved you were indifferent.

"Here. Let's take one now. I'm about to shower but I can spare some time to sweat a bit more, if you catch my drift." The face that was indifferent soon twisted into one of disgust, even if it was half serious.

"I don't think I want to catch your drift," You narrowed your eyes at Oikawa. But when he erupted in a fit of laughter is when they softened.

"Get your mind out of the gutter, my love. I meant let's dance. But if you really had your mind set on something else..." Oikawa trailed off. You scoffed, feeling yourself become flustered as you fell for one of his traps.

"What do you mean dance?"

Oikawa chuckled, departing from behind your chair and over to the speaker that still played that lo—fi music. "What else would I mean by dancing, honey?"

You sighed. You obviously didn't have your mind set on twirling around with Oikawa as a break but it's not like you minded either. And when he played a familiar classical tune is when you knew you really didn't mind.

"Wow, you really know how to get someone out of their chair, Toru." You eased up from the confines of your desk chair, stretching and letting your bones crack.

"What can I say, I know what you like..." Oikawa mused, making his way back over you. You made a small sound of surprise when he took your hand into his own and guided you to the middle of the office. The only part that wasn't taken up by drawers, desks, or chairs. Just you and Oikawa.

Oikawa hummed as you wrapped your arms around his neck, his hands landing at your waist. "How long has it been since we danced like this?" He asked softly, chin landing on your shoulder.

"What was it? You sister's wedding—? No! Tanaka and Kiyoko's!" You both laughed in harmony as you reminisced on that day.

"What a pretty ceremony." You continued.

Oikawa followed, "We should've caught that bouquet but Bokuto just had to have it." He grumbled, you could tell some of his envy was true. You smiled remembering how upset he was when Bokuto lunged in front for him and Akaashi.

"It was sweet though. I can't wait for those two to get married." There was a window of silence after you said those words. You could those gears were turning in Oikawa's head again, but your own were going too.

"What about ours?" Oikawa whispered. Rather than being taken by surprise, you smiled wider. It was like he was reading your mind. You always wondered if Oikawa had gotten the bouquet that day would you guys be planning your wedding at this very second.

You leaned your head back a bit, signaling for Oikawa to lift his. Your gazes collided, "Whenever you want to start planning, just say the word."

Your answer seemed to have caught Oikawa off guard, seeing as he stopped swaying. "Really?" There was a specific twinkle in his eyes, and did you adore it.

"Yes, really—" Your confirmation was cut off by an excited pair of lips. You giggled against them, pleased to see that Oikawa was more than happy to start planning your wedding.

Oikawa pulled back, an excited expression that matched his lips on his face. "Good because I had this idea that we should—" Your mind, unfortunately, tuned out Oikawa's rambling of his plans for the future. All you could think about how the person who cared so dear for you was ready to get married to you.

There was good in becoming an adult, you supposed. You could be wed to the one who made these endless work nights all the better. Even if it was just dancing in your office.

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angelsfwrites · 4 years

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FIRECRACKERS AND TANTRUMS | KYLO REN

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FIRECRACKERS AND TANTRUMS

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WARNINGS: Toxic relationships, violent behavior, abusive situations, light choking, explicit kissing, manipulation, and unhealthy coping mechanisms. Please, proceed with caution !

PRANKS had been a staple in your relationship with Kylo Ren, even if they were seriously one-sided. Kylo never reciprocated the pranks; you seriously doubted that he ever would. Nonetheless, he endured them for you and Hux always had fun gathering the materials. Any chance to see Kylo unraveled, Hux definitely took.

The pranks thus far had been simple, small ones- only requiring small materials like water, whoopie cushions, or shock buzzers. Normally, you never felt like pushing to see how far Kylo would let you go but Hux had convinced you this would be a good idea. Regardless, you were always the one to deal with the fallout of every prank and, as far as you know, Kylo hadn’t said a word to your more dangerous counterpart.

Firecrackers were what you were supplied with this time and, honestly, you felt a bit wary about using them. They were loud and very obvious, he was sure to notice them as soon as he walked up to the door.

You had just finished tying a bunch of them to the top of the door- each rigged in a way so that they would go off as soon as the door opened. You inspected your work with a close eye, trying to see if there were any flaws in the way you had set it up.

You looked wearily towards Hux, “Are you sure he isn’t going to notice that?” You asked, pointing up at the door frame.

Hux eyed the spot you pointed at and shrugged his shoulders, “Who cares?”

You just rolled your eyes at him, “Obviously I do, stupid!”

“I’m your superior officer, you cannot talk to me like that!” He whisper yelled at you.

“Sure, buddy,” You laughed, “Keep telling yourself that.”

He just huffed, “I could get you in trouble, you know.”

You blankly stared at him before you burst out in belly-clenching laughter, “That’s the funniest thing I’ve heard all day!” It was hard to get the words out in between laughs, but you eventually succeeded.

“Do not push my buttons,” Though Hux always wore a blank and stoic face, you could tell he was holding in laughter of his own by the way his eyes shone with amusement.

Hux had been your first friend in the First Order; you’d met him way before Kylo. You really hated him at first, he was way too uptight about everything and no fun to be around. That’s when your pranking had really begun; you’d done it to try and break Hux out of his awful shell. It had taken him a while to figure out who was doing it and he was furious when he confronted you. But, the day he confronted you, Hux had a green face from the dye you put into his shaving cream. There was nothing you could do except laugh at his stupidly bright green face and, eventually, he joined in on it.

From that day forward, both of you had been close as ever. He was like the brother you never had and you felt comfortable confiding in him. He’d been the first to know about your crush on the Supreme Leader and the first to when about your relationship. Hux had warned you about Kylo at first- talked about how cold and dangerous the man was, which you definitely understood. Kylo had been extremely off-putting the first time you met him, but some intoxicating urge to peel back his layers had you coming back for more.

Hux had seen a different side of Ren the day you accidentally pranked him and began to understand why you stayed around. It was late at night when you were planning to jump Hux and scare him before he went to bed, but you found Kylo instead. Apparently, he was on his way to give Hux some very important paperwork- which flew out of his hands the moment you jumped from behind the corner and yelled ‘boo!’ Hux came flying out of his room, only to see you hiding giggles under your hands and a very bewildered Kylo.

From that day on, Hux and you had vowed to prank him at every chance you got. The outcome you got each time was much too satisfying to stop chasing. Kylo had learned to just accept and ignore each prank you threw his way; none of it was really his style.

Suddenly, Hux grabbed your arm tightly and whispered in your ear, “Hide!”

You grinned with adrenaline and ran to hide behind a nearby corner. You peaked around the corner to see Kylo approaching the quarters both of you shared. He wore his normal menacing look as he strode closer to the door. His footsteps mimicked the pounding of your heart- ready to burst from your chest with excitement. The concern you felt earlier had disappeared and was replaced by the high strung adrenaline that came with each prank.

Kylo had reached the door by now and was getting ready to open it. You sucked a stale breath in between your teeth when he finally opened the door. Almost twenty loud, resonating pops filled the air around him and he jumped back into the wall. It was too hard to contain, so your laughter came tumbling out of your mouth and you fell to the floor holding your hands to your stomach. The look on his face was absolutely priceless; you could only hope Hux saw that.

You were too wrapped in your laughter that you didn’t hear the loud, reverberating footsteps coming your way. They stopped right in front of you as you opened your eyes to wipe the tears from them. Black, leather boots filled your vision and your laughter slowly turned dry. ‘Now’s clean up time,’ you thought, ‘Was fun while it lasted.’

Your eyes traveled from the boots, up to his torso, and his neck to end at his face. The look he wore was not his usual one of indifference after each prank. This one was much darker and filled to the brim with anger. Any lingering amusement quickly drained from your body and you gulped. This couldn’t have a good outcome for you; not with that look he’s wearing.

Kylo swiftly bent down to harshly grab your shoulders and push you to your feet. When you were finally standing, he roughly pushed you against the wall behind you. You winced when the back of your head and shoulders slammed into it. One of Kylo’s hands moved to the center of your chest, while the other one rested at the base of your neck. Under his left hand, you were sure he could feel your racing heartbeat. Under his right, you were sure he could feel the harsh movements of your throat.

His fingers on his right hand were beginning to squeeze slightly around your throat; just enough so you knew the pressure of his grip was there. He leaned close enough to you that you could rub your nose against his, but, given the situation, you stayed paralyzed with fear. Your boyfriend was a dangerous man and it seemed like you had pushed exactly the right button that unlocked that side of him.

His breath was cool on your mouth when he spoke, “Little girl, I’m in no mood for your games today.” His voice was low but powerful enough to send your psyche into shock. Your brain was screaming for you to run, but your limbs were much too numb to accomplish anything- certainly not pushing Kylo off of you.

He seemed to notice your need to run and harshly jutted a knee in between your legs to keep you up against the wall. If you weren’t dangerously stuck before, you definitely were now. You could only hope that the wall behind you would open up and swallow you whole away from Kylo.

You eventually just nodded your head in response to him, but that didn’t satisfy his anger. Kylo only gripped and pushed harder on you with your head nod. He leaned impossibly closer to you when he spoke again, “You speak when you’re spoken to. Am I being clear enough for you?” The menace in his voice was enough to tear you in half; the man standing in front of you was not the one you fell in love with.

You squeaked out a nervous, “Yes,” at his question. This seemed to sate his anger a little as he loosened his grip around your throat and removed his knee.

“Good,” You thought that was the end of this conversation, but then Kylo tucked his head close to your shoulder and his lips brushed against the shell of your ear, “Try anything again and see what happens.” Your body shook with the power of those words- the promise of danger in disguise was hidden underneath the normally exciting words.

Kylo leaned away from your ear and met your eyes with his. You could only swallow harshly and stare back into them; usually bright and inviting hazel was almost black with unfiltered anger. It was shocking to see, especially since you were the one who caused it. You didn’t know what hurt worse at the moment; Kylo turning you into nothing more than one of his subordinates or the fact you had pissed him off enough to do that.

After a few more seconds of staring through you, Kylo finally let his grip fall but he didn’t back away just yet. His harsh words found you once again, “Get out of my sight before I do something I’ll later regret.”

He backed away from you completely after he spoke and, as soon as his body left yours, you shot in the opposite direction of Kylo. You needed your safe place right now, you needed away from Kylo immediately. You huffed out sharp breaths as you ran and were sure the staff was staring at you like you were crazy. Eventually, you reached the dark and tucked away corner you loved to use when you needed a break.

Kylo’s actions hadn’t registered when they were happening, but now all you could do was sit and think about them. He had never once acted that way towards you, it was mostly saved for lower-ranking officers that pissed him off. You thought if you never saw that side of him, you would never have to even acknowledge it. Being the First Order’s Supreme Leader was sure to bring an air of fear around everyone he was near, but it barely touched you. Now, it was impossible to ignore the anger that festered and grew in the soul of the man you loved.

Kylo had done awful things, he never once tried to hide them from you and, make no mistake, you weren’t the fragile kind. It was silly to think that he would hide the Hyde of his usual Jekyll nature from you. Every bad thing that floated around about him was so easy to cast away when you only saw the good.

You felt so stupid for thinking that this could’ve been avoided altogether; you couldn’t live with him and not be exposed to the raw rage he exuded away from you. You’d been extremely lucky to have not seen it before now, honestly.

As you sat longer, the numbness of the situation faded from your body and pure hurt replaced it. Tears quickly escaped your eyes and you frantically tried to keep the sobs at bay. Even though this was a completely secluded corner, people would still hear you if they were to walk by. The last thing you wanted was to be coddled by Hux or turned into a laughing stock by the rest of the ship. Being Ren’s girl came with a certain air of responsibility and, right now, the last thing you wanted to do was indirectly embarrass him.

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HOURS had passed since you tucked yourself here. The tears had dried and left your face feeling sticky and taunt. The sobs you held in earlier caused your lungs to ache in the aftermath of your breakdown. The taste of salt lingered in your mouth like a bad aftertaste and left your tongue heavy with dryness. Your head was pounding with migraine and your eyes were too sensitive to open. Your psyche was left to crumble to pieces from the emotional exhaustion of overthinking everything that had happened earlier. You felt heavy and light at the same time; your body was drifting, but your mind kept you grounded with the weight of lingering hurt.

Kylo hadn’t tried to find you and you couldn’t tell if relief or pain filled you with that thought. Your heart yearned for his aura to wrap around yours, but your mind still shook with fear at the very thought of having him close to you. Would Kylo wrap you into his body and whisper reassuring words into your ears or would he back you further into this corner and add a few more layers of fear?

While you tried to decide what side to trust, footsteps approached you. Your thought riddled brain kept you oblivious to the sound, but something told you to turn your head to the entrance to the corner you were in. When you did exactly that, black clothes filled your vision; Kylo had found you. The heart you tried hard to ignore jumped and rejoiced with love, but your occupied mind doused your body with cold fear. You couldn’t gauge the mood he was in because he was wearing a completely blank mask. This caused your mind to kick into hyperdrive and anxiety flowed down your spine to the tips of your toes.

He strode towards you until you were eye level to his knees. Kylo bent at the knees and squatted in front of you; indecipherable hazel met the raw fear that flooded your irises. You couldn’t stop the shaking of your body once it started; this situation made you nervous.

He pulled the glove on his right hand off slowly with his left and his eyes never left yours. He switched hands and did the same to the left as he did to his right. You had no idea what his intention was when his right hand moved towards your face; love kept you still, but fear urged you to flinch. The cool, callused skin of his palm met the sticky tear tracks that were left on your left cheek. You saw Kylo’s mouth pull into a small frown- so small that if you would’ve blinked, you would’ve missed it- at the feeling of dried tears on the soft skin.

He pulled his eyes away from the tracks and they met yours once again. His thumb ran under your eye to smear the beginning of the trail away and it was comforting, to say the least. But, even with that touch, you didn’t know if Kylo would flip his switch again and make it hurt.

His voice was soft when he finally spoke, “Please, don’t be afraid of me, love.”

An ache bloomed in the pit of your stomach and began to reach the tips of your fingers and soles of your feet. For some reason his face said nothing, yet his voice said everything. The yearning was almost completely suffocating as it wrapped to coat your lungs. His words sank into your bones and left them heavy with the fear and sadness they brought. His actions and his words spoke volumes; he was scared you were going to run away.

You reached deeper into his soul through his eyes and sifted through the events of today; you couldn’t find any striking anger or poisonous danger. Kylo wasn’t going to hurt you, so you slowly let yourself fall into his touch. His whole body seemed to sink with release as he found his way to his knees. His unoccupied hand found your other cheek and swiped away the remnants of your fear.

“You’re alright now, pretty girl,” His voice was heavy with comfort as it wrapped around your body, “I’ve got you now.”

Kylo couldn’t stomach the word sorry and you never expected to hear it come out of his mouth. You didn’t even expect, nor want, him to say sorry; right now each soft touch and comforting word meant more than sorry ever could. He was a difficult man to understand- many scars hardened his reserve- yet, he was your favorite book to read.

You tilted your head into his left hand and welcomed the touch that it brought. Your voice finally found the courage to speak, “I love you.” You felt your words linger in the air between your mouths before they finally seeped into Kylo’s skin.

He didn’t say anything back, he couldn’t stomach those words either. It was a gamble to even say them in the first place, but you let them tumble out anyways. You knew you won when Kylo’s mouth met yours in a bruising kiss. His left hand traveled to the nape of your neck and tangled in the hair there. He manipulated your head and pulled back to open your mouth more to his. His tongue slid in between your lips and his familiar taste filled your every sense. Kylo used his right hand to grip the hair at the side of your head to keep you still in front of him; control was something he drew in like air and it was something you never found yourself denying him.

Despite the harsh dominance, Kylo kissed you with, you found hints of sweetness and even love wrapped up into it. You would be content with him never saying ‘I love you’ if he kissed you like this each time you said it. Words were fickle things, having the meaning of them stripped away by false prophets, but actions meant so much more. Each kiss left on you during this moment engraved love into your skin.

You finally found the strength to break away for air, but you let your face hover close to his. Each breath you exhaled was pulled into his lungs and exhaled into yours again; the intimacy was smothering you. You let your hand softly run over his cheek to find his hair; the soft, inky tendrils ran through your fingers. Kylo looked completely blissed out, a stark difference to how he was earlier.

“I’m sorry for doing that to you,” Your words were heavily laced with an apologetic tone.

He stared for a moment before he spoke, “I should’ve handled it better.”

Those words shocked you for a moment before you quickly recovered, “You put up with so much from me. I’m still learning your buttons and boundaries.”

“I promised myself I would never touch you like that,” He swallowed harshly with those words, “Yet when I snapped, I did exactly that.”

You let the words sink in before softly saying, “I pushed when I shouldn’t have.”

Kylo slowly shook his head, “I took the stress of a bad day out on you when you were having some fun and I shouldn’t have.”

His admission was definitely as close to an apology as you were going to get, “It hurt, but I think I needed to see that side of you,” You whispered into the air between the both of you, “You’re too careful around me, Kylo. I know what you do when you’re not next to me. I know you hurt people, I know you’ve blown an entire planet out of existence,” You took a deep breath before continuing, “Yet, it's so easy for me to forget how dangerous you can be because I’ve never seen it. I know now that, even though you love me, you can still snap and break into Hyde at any time.”

Kylo didn’t say anything, he didn’t really need to. Your words spoke for the both of you; Kylo wouldn’t apologize for the ruthless side of his psyche and you needed to learn to love every part of him. You couldn’t pick the sweet Kylo over the one that struck fear into the heart of the galaxy. Love was a close counterpart to pain; each never came without the other. You loved him and it hurt you at times- he was sure to snap more and possibly hurt you worse than he did today. Yet, you would still forgive him no matter how bad it got.

Eventually, Kylo was able to pull you away from your corner and back to the room you shared. Everything would be okay; time would heal the wounds this man wore like armor and you could only hope it would allow him to accept the scars that came. But for now, you could only wait.

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AUTHOR’S NOTE:

First, I’m so sorry for taking so long to fill this request !!!!! I’ve needed a little break for a sec after I finished those other two prompts, writing gets draining at times.

This got a little dark towards the end, but I like have no idea how to write a Kylo that is soft and caring because he really isn’t to me. I did try to slip some comfort in there, though it is pretty subtle.

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hpdabbles · 4 years

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Bittersweet Regret

“Hey, Padfoot, isn’t that your brother?” Prongs ask pointing into the crowd. Sirius turns from where he had been admiring the snow on Moony’s hair, face twisting into a sneer before he even spotted his brother.

Things have been tense between them for years, but Regulus had been making it worse this past summer with his consent defense of their mother. Recently she has taken to hexing him for any and every “blood-traitor behavior”, spewing her pro-Death Eater propaganda while doing so.

His mother’s wand happy tendencies were not a new personality trait but they were starting to get tiresome, enough so that Sirius was honestly considering never going back. The streets were a better option than being trapped inside that Merlin awful place.

Not that Regulus understood this. No, he was the perfect little pureblood son his parents so desperately wanted. Mother’s favorite as she often showed and said. He insisted Sirius brought it upon himself for testing her so often causing her temper to snap.

She didn’t mean to hurt you. Regulus insisted as if though Sirius slamming his bedroom door in his face meant he could still talk to him through the wood. Mother is just upset right now. She’ll calm down later and you can apologize then. Please stop fighting with her Sirius.

Regulus claim things would get better if he just bends to Walburga’s will. If they did as they were expected then the two wouldn’t be hurt anymore.

It made his blood boil, his stupid little brother who was too soft to fight back, to leave, to realize that the blood purity they worship so much was devastating the country with its war. His brother who was determined to be the perfect son and uphold the family traditions.

Sure enough, as Prongs said, there was Regulus, wearing his best robes, acting as the perfect pureblood wizard. He was currently fixing his hair in a window, a healthy flush on his cheeks as he adjusted his black locks, so similar to Sirius but cut short to appease their parents.

“Yeah, that’s him.” He bites out suddenly angry. Frustration and misplaced jealousy- because he hates them he does, but it hurts to know his parents love his brother more- making his chest hurt.

“What’s he doing here?” Moony asks with a frown. “Regulus doesn’t come to the Hogsmeade trips. He usually stays up in the castle, reading or something.”

Which was true. His little brother couldn’t even go on the magical field trips without getting permission from dear old mum, who thought mixing with the commoners was below them. Despite the fact Hogsmeade was available since the third year Regulus hadn’t been once and he would look longingly at the wagons instead, the only fourth-year to never board.

Somedays Sirius really pitied him but not enough to do anything. After all, Regulus was happy to be a good little puppet.

But it seemed today he was actually feeling adventurous enough to come to the wizarding village. The question is why? Was the Slytherin up to something? It took him a moment to realize he asked out loud by the way his friends gave each other uneasy looks.

“Let’s go find out,” Wormtail suggested and that sounded like a great idea. The four made their way across the street, and this close Sirius noticed that his brother was wearing the same robes his mother got him for his last birthday. It had his namesake on the back, tastefully shining against the black fabric and fell gracefully on his shoulders.

The perfect pureblood.

He felts his irritation inch a bit higher, the burning in his chest angry and vile.

“A bit lost aren’t you Reg?” Sirius sneered a little surprised by the venom in his own voice.

His brother flinched, turning away from the window. For a second a flash of guilt and fear bleed onto his face before his expression cooled. Locked away, somewhere in his eyes, and the mask of aristocratic indifference that the two Blacks perfected since they were young took place on his features.

Regulus straighten, tilting his chin up as he gracefully claps his hands together. “I know where I am. Thank you for your concern.”

“Not concern” He hisses hating how his brother just didn’t seem to care. Didn’t react. Why was he always the puppet? Didn't he feel anything?! “Just wondering why a slimy Slytherin like you came out of his hiding hole.”

In his brother's silver eyes, an emotion that came close to heartbreak flared up before it hardens to pure hate. “That’s none your business Blood traitor”

Sirius's hands curled into fists. He would have gone for his wand had it not been for Moony’s hand grabbing his forearm. It took his friend squeezing his limb for him to realize that Regulus had backed up, pressing himself against the glass of the window, the same slightly terrified and caged expression he often directed at their mother now being sent to him.

Sirius is nothing like his mother, he isn’t. Why was Regulus looking at him like he was? Why!?

Moony cleared his throat. “Let’s all just take a deep breath and calm down, yes? Black, we just wondering why you were here and if you needed help with something but if you rather we leave you be, we will. You just seemed unsure is all.”

There is a momentary pause where Regulus eyed his older brother closely then he relaxes and admitted in a weary voice. “I am rather new to the area. I don’t suppose you know....where the Shrieking Shack is?”

Every Marauder stiffens up at the question and Sirius steps in front of Moony, attempting to shield him, without really thinking about it. “Why do you want to know?”

“I’m meeting a....friend there,” Regulus says with great dignity. A blush once again paints his cheeks but his eyes are hard as they stare back into the same sliver of Sirius’s own.

“You don’t have friends. Who in their right mind would want to befriend you?”

“Merlin Padfoot” Prongs hisses just as the words catch up with him and he sees the obvious flinch his brother does. Wormtail makes a noise that sounds like a cross between concern and scared.

Regulus swallows, blinking his eyes quickly. A dead give away of him attempting not to cry as he turns his head away. Sirius feels his stomach drop all the anger zapping out of his body and he’s feeling hopeless, numb even, as his brother shoulders tense and hunch.

“I can find it on my own.” There is a waver in Regulus' voice, breaking a bit on the last word before his brother scurries away, rushing into the crowd. He disappears going in the wrong direction of where he needs to go and Sirius watches him go with no small amounts of guilt.

A hand suddenly smacks the back of his head courtesy of one very livid Moony. “Who in their right mind would want to befriend you? Seriously Padfoot?”

“I-”

“You made him cry!”

“I- I know. I didn’t mean to.”

“Go fix it then!”

Moony pushes him from behind, just what he needs for his feet to start pumping them to take him into the crowd. He can’t see his brother, doesn’t see him for a good twenty minutes but eventually, he finds him.

He finds him crying into some bloke’s chest in front of the Shrieking Shack, the stranger’s hands running up and down his back. Sirius stops just out of their sight taking them in. For a frozen moment, he thinks it’s Prongs comforting his brother but then he realizes the hair is too long, the height is off and the stranger is wearing muggle clothing.

He is also pressing kisses to his brother’s tear cover face something Prongs would never do. Not to a bloke at least. The action....well now Sirius knows why Regulus had blushed when he mentioned him earlier.

Sirius hates his family....but he never hated Regulus despite how he behaved, what he says and he wishes that being near him didn’t make Sirius such a hateful person. But there is too much between them, too many regrets, too many nasty feelings.

He came here to apologize to Regulus. Instead, Sirius feels his feet turning away shame making it impossible to bother them. He walks and walks until he’s back in the Gryffindor tower, safely under his bed covers before he allows the tears to run down his face.

The next day everyone is in an uproar.

Regulus Black is gone.

His things had disappeared from his dorm, and all that was left on the unmade bed is a single note explaining that he didn’t wish to be found nor to cause worry as he has chosen to go willingly with his half-blood boyfriend.

He ran away and no matter what the Aurors try they can not find them. Sirius spends the whole year wondering if the two brothers are more alike then he thought.

He hopes he’s safe, wherever he is.

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ddaenqu · 5 years

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Brazen

pairings: yandere student!taehyung x student!reader

themes: High School AU, School AU, Angst, Mature, Friends With Benefits AU

tags: possessive behavior, obsessive behavior, protective behavior, unhealthy behavior/relationship, toxic behavior/relationship, threatening, two-faced taehyung, bullying, cliché bullying, harassment, mentions of underage sex, implications of underage sex, friends with benefits, fuck buddies, unrequited love, one-sided love, sexual implications, derogatory names, heavy cussing, horrible attempt at comedy :(

a/n: my first draft: superhero taehyung. second draft: actually no i want idol taehyung. third draft: wait but dragon taehyung??? fourth draft: wtf am i even writing anymore.... kind of got this AU from @jooniescupcakes :(( since she was studying for a bunch of exams

(for anyone who doesn’t know what V8 is, it’s a tomato drink)

based on the prompts: “Don’t make me hurt you.” and “Red is the perfect colour on your skin.”

disclaimer: i don’t encourage underage sex, this is only fan-fiction. it’s not my right to tell you what you can’t or can do, i’m only advising you to be safe when making any choice. thank you, and please enjoy! :)

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You should be here by now, he thinks, the thought ticking against his mind with irrationality spilling at the tip of his tongue, seconds away from running around the campus to find you.

The teacher is busy at the teacher lounge, some classmates joking and conversing around the room, occupying the desks as seats. But you’re not here. You aren’t in the room with him, as you usually are, either sitting by your two close friends that you have, both who Taehyung thinks are nice and manageable with convincing, or finishing up your work for other classes.

Being that it was break, and he had the same class as you next period, he only found it an opportunity to talk to you—not that you didn’t talk to him—it was his only way to talk to you without having to be fucking you in the bathroom stall. And even then, you rarely talked to him, merely uttering a few words of encouragement.

It was odd, your schedule had always been the same, he had memorized it from having to constantly check what classes you were going to pass or go to, and for him to intercept with a reasonable excuse he planned beforehand. Your simple nod or easy acceptance had made his heart jitter, his head reeling lightheaded, all the while keeping his careless façade. Even if the thoughts in his head are any less vile—and having to do with you, standing in front of him.

Taehyung slumped in his chair slightly, taking out his phone and wishing—hoping that one day you��d give him your number. You had to at some point. You had to have some respect for him. Couldn’t you?

Didn’t he deserve it?

He taps on the contacts app and immediately regrets it, he cringes to having to relish the memories of each name saved. One with the girl he had met at a party hosted by one of his friends, another he had met at a library, and the list continued on.

But you weren’t on there.

He’ll have to block and delete most of his contacts, to remove issues in yours and his relationship in the future, if you ever happened to see his endless contact list.

He frowned after thinking about it once more. You weren’t one to check anything of his, and he had been getting his hopes up to an impossible scenario. He moved away from his contact list, his eyes glancing toward the door to the classroom—still no sign of you.

Time is ticking, your break will be over within a few minutes, and you’re still not here. If he had to guess, you were probably with someone else, some bastard of a guy who thinks with his dick than his actual brain.

It wasn’t a secret to him or the whole school that you were sleeping around with others. And he had expected that since the beginning of this relationship, he has to force himself to let it be until he figures how to get closer to you.

The names like “slut” and “prostitute” were passed around when it came to you. When you walked into a room, he was sure you could feel everyone looking at you as if you were a zoo animal. The looks were demeaning, not subtle in the least, their eyes screaming a thousand words they have yet to said.

Although, you never really cared—or showed it. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen you once look hurt or remotely scared. At one point he had thought you were inhuman from the overwhelming amount of indifference you showed when guys asked what your hourly pay was, what your future was looking to be, or when girls acted like you were a pest.

His worrying got the best of him, an annoyed feeling tugging at his heart, soon fixing himself to look around the campus for you, something he knew you would hate. You weren’t very hard to find, after all, you stuck out like a sore thumb. As he was about to get up from his chair, the chatter in the small class died down, not enough for silence to overlap, but enough that it was off. Whispering, instead, had filled in the tiny gaps.

Taehyung’s head snaps up from whatever he’s looking at, he’s clearly forgotten now once he sees you at the doorway holding a rag to your face. His nerves spike, his heart doing flips now. The simple things about you giving him joy once again, relief flooding that joy.

He quickly regains that natural smile of his—only for it to drop when looks at you again. All the fine details in your change of clothing, the red stains splotched around your clothes.

You trudge towards your seat, a scowl present on your face as you run the dirty rag through a few strands of brittle hair, an awkward stench wafting in the room. Like iron and grass mixed together, it wasn’t pleasant, but neither was it gross.

He watches you pull your seat out and sit, your body is stiff, from the way your shoulders perk up and how your legs move into a perfect angle under your desk, he notices all of it. Every fine line on your face when you scowl or pull your lips out, or the way your hand curls into a fist when you try to run your hand through some tangled strands.

Taehyung wants to ask what’s wrong. He wants to know who did this, make them beg for forgiveness. He wants to hold you and protect you, making sure you’re in no harms way. He wants to do so much, but he doesn’t—he can’t. You only know him when he’s horny, or when he’s an asshole, or when he’s cheating on a test in class.

His mouth is tight, forcing a huge smirk on his face as he makes his way over to you, a little surprised that you’re not surrounded by your friends already, he then notices they haven’t been in the class the whole time and your belongings weren’t with you or in the class either.

“Someone have too much fun with arts and crafts?” he forces a comment out, pulling up a chair beside your desk. “Or is it a new style?”

You shoot him a glare. “Shut up. I’ll beat your annoying ass right in front of everyone.”

You wipe under your neck where some of the juice had spilled to and begun to dry.

“I’m honestly so close to doing so,” you threaten, but the threaten doesn’t quite make it to your tone. Too preoccupied with cleaning up any red on you that you see. “You can thank your fan club of one-night stands for making me look like this,” you growl.

The red-white splashed rag in your hand went to wipe down around your shoes and ankles.

“Now it looks like I fucking murdered someone and decided the blood was a fashion choice,” you look down at your shoes and a bigger grimace grows on your face, “My shoes are all red—fucking fuck.”

Your hands grip tightly around the rag, squeezing some of the unknown red fluid back onto you as you try to rub at your temples with the other hand.

He watches with interest. A moment like this was rare, he knew you had a bit of a temper through past experiences, yet it was usually managed in some way. It seemed like you were close to punching someone with the way your eyes indefinitely narrowed. And you were talking to him. Willingly.

Of course, his chest swelled with anger, his foot tapping consistently against the floor. He was going to deal with his little “fan club”, as you put it, not that there was a specific group that was targeting you. It was more like they were taking turns, but he didn’t care. If he has to go through every person here—he will. Fuck his reputation at this point, as long as you still talked to him, he didn’t mind.

“Is it paint? Doesn’t smell like it.” He fakes a disgusted face that you reply with a huff.

“Tomato juice.”

He hums. His posterior is calm and aloof, slightly degrading with that awful smirk on his face, ogling your oblivious self. However, thousands of thoughts and scenarios are playing in his mind, mixed feelings bordering on raw rage and wanting to kiss you—if wanting to kiss you was an emotion.

“Well, you know,” he begins. “red is a perfect colour on your skin.”

You look at him with an unamused look, partially disgusted he even had the audacity to make a joke like that when you’re this close to snapping his neck in half.

His boxy-like smile appears. “No seriously, you should wear red more,” he reassures, partly teasing you, but also hoping his comment would stick with you and inspire a change in wardrobe. You always stuck to casual, too comfy, and non-impressive clothing. Not that he didn’t mind, but it doesn’t do much for his fantasies.

“Whatever, just tell your group of whores to fuck off.” You look up at him and your eyes finally meet.

Although, yours are a void, and his aren’t.

I was already planning to, he thinks. But his lips purse into a pout anyway, his elbow on your desk while his hand was poised to hold his head up.

“Why don’t I just tell them we’re dating,” he suggests, a tinge of hope rising inside of him. “It’ll get them off your back for a while.”

He could already see your reply with the disgusted expression on your face, your lips twisting into an ugly grimace as if the word “dating” had put a curse on you.

“Don’t make me hurt you. The fact that you even suggested that is astounding, honestly.”

He laughs it off. You think so lowly of him.

“Fine then.” He relents, he won't push that aspect of your fragile relationship that far, he will wait. “What’s my reward?”

“Me not going to jail for choking out seven Brittneys’ you dicked down,” you reply almost instantly. “Just tell them we aren’t dating or some shit. Can’t even take a shit without V8 getting poured on me now.” You huffed.

He doesn’t reply, a blank look with a weary-like longing pooled in his eyes. He could see you roll your eyes, your teeth lightly gritting.

“Get them off my back,” you start, “and you can get a quickie. Or my foot up your ass, your choice.”

A light breath leaves his mouth, he’s partly disappointed, maybe more than partly—but it was better than nothing—better than not having you. Besides, it’s not like you weren’t ever opposed to more. He knows what buttons to press to get what he wants during your desperate moments. If only you were like that all the time.

Yes—this was fine, he tries to lighten his suddenly sour mood.

He immediately brightens or portrays more happiness that should be exhibited, only to get you back on your good side, whatever your “good side” was like.

Taehyung opens his mouth to speak but stops when he sees you getting out of your seat. He frowns, the period was going to start, where could you possibly be going? Even if you hated school, and half—or more than half of the schools' population hated you, your attendance was excellent and your studies were well-kept, where could you possibly be heading off to now when you look like Carrie at prom from the movie Carrie.

“Where are you going?” he asks, he tries to mask the concern on his face.

“To get clean clothes,” you state curtly and get up, however, you were going to achieve it. You walk away silently, a tail of snickering following behind.

You don’t take your time to reiterate your threat if he doesn’t clear up the misunderstanding, and quite frankly, he doesn’t think you believe in him that he’ll ever do it. You’ve always been one to handle things on your own, always have been good at being independent.

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Akumanette: Strings

Day 13

@marinettemarch

Honestly, it wasn't surprising.

With all the responsibility, pressures and heartache, was it really a surprise that this would be the result in the end?

Marinette found the whole thing rather funny. She was so used to being a kind, forgiving, self-sacrificing, punching bag, and look where it got her. What was it that led to this? Lila's lies and manipulation? Chloe's never-ending barrage of insults? Alya belittling of her emotions and dismissing her? Adrien's downplaying of her feelings, telling her to ‘take the high road' and ignore Lila when he wasn't the one being bullied and threaten? The entire class turning their back on her after everything she did for them? All of the above?

She didn't even try to fight off the akuma as it fazed into her hair ribbon.

She was just tired.

Tired of being used and abused.

Of fixing everyone else's problems and ignoring her own.

Of having Tikki lecturing her for doing something selfish when all she's done was be selfless.

Of Master Fu telling her to do the ‘right thing' when she was 14 years old and had the world on her shoulders.

Of Chat Noir being a pissy little brat that would sooner throw away his responsibility because she didn't reciprocate his feeling.

Why?

Why her?

Why did bad happen to her?

It almost was a relief when she heard Hawkmoth's baritone voice, whispering false promises in her head as the darkness washed over her. She didn't bother fighting it. She sighed when she heard Alya freak out as she was akumatized. She didn't even flinch when her classmates' screams and shrieks were silenced as they all become wooden figurines of themselves.

What was her akuma's name?

The Puppeteer? The Marionette? Something boring and unoriginal?

Oh well, it didn't matter. Most of her classmates, save for Adrien who somehow got away, were puppets. Like the expert craftswoman she was, she made a little stage for them – a replica of their classroom and her puppet class played out the moments before she was possessed. Not like they had a choice when their limbs were wooden and their moments controlled by strings.

"Please Marinette," cried Alya, her voice echoing from the wooden puppet. It sounded like she was crying. "I'm sorry!"

"I know you are, Alya," replied Marinette soothingly. "But you hurt my feelings. So, I must punish you. But don't worry, it won't be forever. I'll forgive you all eventually because that's what friends do."

She chuckled as the strings made her puppet classmates dance to her will. "Aren't we all friends? Do remember how much I've done for you all? All those sweet, kind gestures I did? All the presents for your birthdays? All the favors I did for you? How I comforted you all in your time of need? How I stood up to Chloe when she was bullying you? I even helped Chloe with her mommy-issues! And how did you all respond to that?"

Suddenly the dancing strings were yanked taut and each puppet was rendered motionless.

"With lies, insults and general indifference to my plight! How many years did I share the same class with you all and that soulless harpy?! How many times was I put down and humiliated by Chloe and you all did NOTHING but watch? What was going through your mind when this was happening? Oh, I know: ‘at least it's not me', right?! What that RIGHT?!"

No response. Marinette shuddered as she tried to reign in her emotion.

"Nino. You've known me for years," she glanced down at the puppet of said boy. "You even said you had a crush on me. But not ONCE did you ever stand up for me. Not ONCE did you ever help me or comfort me after the daily torment I endured. Too content with staying in the background, huh? Well don't worry, you weren't that memorable anyway."

"Same with you Nathaniel," the redheaded puppet looked like it wanted to shrink under her gaze. "Thought I shouldn't have expected too much from you. You were always a coward. Especially with Chloe. And that awful thing you said and did to poor sweet Marc…I guess you don't mind putting down others when you have power over them?"

"Sweet little Rose. Shy Juleka. Scaredy-cat Mylene. What can I say about you three? Other than the fact that you three are pretty useless and need everyone else and an akuma to stand up for yourselves," Marinette held up the three female puppets at eye-level. "Seriously, can't you three do anything for yourselves? All of you are so content with being the victim it's nauseating."

"Poor Juleka with her photo curse. Poor Rose can't get her fan letter to Prince Ali. Poor Mylene fears everything!" Marinette recited with a mocking tone. "Give me a break! Haven't you ever heard of doing things for yourself? Of taking charge of your own life? Or do you three just expect everyone and everything to help you out when life gets tough? That'd be quite a pathetic life, don't you think?"

And she went on and on with each and every student. Insulting them. Berating them. Making them feel small and worthless, just as they made her feel. Their sadness and anxiety bled through their wooden, stoic faces as they cried apologizes, but she felt nothing.

‘They're only sorry that they're in this predicament,' Marinette thought. ‘As soon as they are rescued, they go back to their ways.'

"And then there was Alya," Marinette didn't bother masking the venom dripping from her voice. "I thought you were different. I thought you would be my first real friend after years of being ignored by everyone else. I thought you would stand up for me and have my back. And for a while, I believed it. But now I know that was all a crock of shit! You never gave a rat's ass about me! I was nothing to you but a convenient lackey to have! But the minute someone new and exciting comes around, you'd sooner throw me away if it meant getting the ‘big scoop' you so craved."

"And you're such a hypocrite too! A reporter always checks their sources, Marinette,' she sneered. "If that's true, then what about Lila? Did you ‘check your sources’ on her? Oh, of course, you didn't, why would you? And then you have the gal to discredit me! When I was doing YOUR job!? And now that the truth comes out, instead of getting angry at Lila for lying, you get angry at ME for not telling you sooner?! I TOLD YOU, WARNED YOU, AND DIDN'T LISTEN!"

The Alya puppet broke completely as it was slammed onto the ground. Tears fell onto its broken limbs and cracked face, but Marinette couldn't stop sobbing. She was so tired. All this rage and sadness building up inside her was ready to burst. She wished Tikki was here, but she was smart and got away from her.

‘Leaving me alone, just like everyone else.'

Marinette took deep breaths as she collected herself before picking up the broken pieces of the Alya puppet. Her powers allowed the puppets to repair themselves as good as new.

"I'm sorry," Marinette apologized.

She always was the one to apologize.

Never the other way around.

"I don't want to do this," she stated as she placed the puppet back onto the stage. "I hate doing this. Even to you."

The lone Lila doll was folded in an awkward position in the dusty corner of the room. Marinette didn't want her being tainting her stage so she tossed her aside. Her legs had splinted, and her strings cut, rendering her motionless. Useless. As she should be.

"Don't worry, Chat Noir and Ladybug will fix this," she replied. Chat Noir would come in, break her possessed item, free the akuma then Tikki will purify it and everything will be healed.

"Everything will go back to normal and you can all go back to hating me and expecting me to do kind favors in return and I'll do it because that's the kind of person I am. A pushover. A punching back. A nobody."

She ignored Alya as she tried to reason with her. Why bother reasoning with something that was true. They could abuse her, ignore her, make fun of her, and in the end, she'll forgive them. Why? Because that's the kind of person she is. Forgiving to a fault. She'll take everyone's burden with a smile and try to fix them, receive all the blame and accept it.

Maybe one day she'll grow a backbone and stand up for herself.

Walk away from them all and find real friends who care for her and love her.

…

"Heh…who am I kidding?" she muttered. "Nothing will change."

Take a deep, shaky breath, pulled the strings coming from her fingertips and made her classmates dance.

Won't be long until Chaton comes to the rescue.

In the meantime, why not have some fun?

"I'm got no strings to hold me down. To make me fret or make me frown. I had strings but now I'm free! There are no strings on me!"

#ml #miraculous ladybug #miraculous the tales of ladybug and chat noir #my writing #marinette march #day 13 #akumanette #akumatized marinette #welp I'm sad now #seriously went a bit dark here #ml angst #marinettemarch

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three-houses-text-files · 5 years

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bernadetta/byleth

c-s support + paired endings + night of the ball

NPC: Thank you, Lady Bernadetta. I will take my leave. Bernadetta: Oh, good. Bye! Uh, good-bye! B: Finally… Oh, that was awful. Just terrifying.

>What's going on?

>What's terrifying?

B: Ah! Please don't sneak up on me like that! B: It was nothing big. That lady just wanted me to show her around a bit. B: But strangers are just so nerve-racking. B: That lady asked me to show her around. I tried to be polite, but strangers are just so nerve-racking.

>You've never seemed scared of me.

B: Oh yeah? How about when I first met you and I wouldn't come out of the corner or even uncover my face? B: Actually, now that you mention it, it's funny. Once I started talking to you, I stopped feeling scared. (pre-skip) B: Now that you mention it, I think you're right. I don't know if I ever have felt scared around you. (post-skip) B: I wonder why… B: You know, Professor, you might be the first person I've been able to speak to normally since I got here, and I have no idea why.

>I'm glad, regardless.

B: I'm happy about it too! B: When we first started out here, we had to do drills... outside. I skipped those every chance I got. B: It's a terrible idea—going out in the forest with all these people you don't even know! B: Thanks to you, though, I can actually make it through class now. I'm grateful for that. B: I don't know what I'd do...if you weren't here...

>It's all right.

B: Sorry... I'm OK... B: I am OK. I'm doing just fine. I feel safe here, thanks to you.

>By the way, was that you singing in the greenhouse?

B: What? B: Y-you saw that? Why would you see that?! You were watching me?! B: That crosses the line, Professor! Singing? Me?! Why would I be singing? I'd never be singing! Ah! I've never been so humiliated! B: Useless! Worthless! Unmarriageable! Augh!

>...

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B: Great weather today. Perfect for shutting yourself inside, don't you think?

>I think I'll head outside, actually.

B: Oh, you go right ahead. I'll be right here.

B: The better the weather, the less crowded it is in here. I can't pass up having all this space to myself.

>Definitely.

B: I'm glad you get it. With great weather like this, there'll be no one inside to bother us.

B: I love feeling like I'm all alone in the world...

>What made you such a recluse?

B: Oh, that. Well, I guess I can tell you, Professor. B: My father's obsessed with money. He's only ever seen me as bait for a rich husband. B: To train me to be a good, submissive wife, he'd do things like tie me to a chair and leave me there all day, challenging me to stay quiet. B: I tried hard to do as he asked. Honestly, I did. B: But before I knew it, I just couldn't bring myself to leave my room anymore.

>Why not?

B: I just had this overwhelming feeling of fear all the time. No matter how hard I tried, my father never thought I was good enough. B: After that, it was just constant scolding. He couldn't say two words to me without mentioning how useless I was. An unmarriageable girl. B: My life was isolated to say the least. I wasn't allowed to play with other kids, let alone make friends. Soon, I stopped wanting that. I was happiest alone. B: But even that made him mad. And when he tried to drag me outside, I kicked and screamed so much I seriously hurt myself. B: He's calmed down a bit in recent years. His constant torment was replaced with complete indifference. He mostly acts like I don't exist now.

>How did you end up at the monastery?

B: If you can believe it, I was basically kidnapped. B: My mother ordered an attendant to stuff me in a bag while I was sleeping. By the time I figured out what was going on, I was already here. B: For a while, I was sure I was going to die. B: But here I am. Look at me...still breathing. B: Ah, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to get you down, talking like that about my past! B: Just forget everything I told you. There's no point in talking about myself anyway. B: Idiot! Oh, this is why everyone hates you, Bernie!

>Don't worry about it.

B: You're the only one who would ever say such a kind thing to me, Professor...

>Thank you for confiding in me.

B: What? N-no, it's not...

B: Oh, Professor! How can you be so kind to me?! I don't deserve it... B: I'm sorry! Please don't look at me!

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B: I can't believe how long it's been since I left home. Since I was dragged out of the house, I mean. B: Five whole years. It's weird to think about.

>Weird in what way?

B: At first, I remember I was desperate to go back, but now, it's the opposite.

>Do you want to go back?

B: No! But if you'd asked me that five years ago, I'd have said the opposite.

B: I have friends here, and I have you. B: The monastery's become a second home to me. B: Back then, I never would've dreamed a day like this would come.

>I'm happy for you.

B: It's all thanks to you! You've given me a second chance at life! B: If not for you, I never would have gotten used to leaving my room, let alone the monastery. B: Maybe the battlefield's just dulled my senses. B: I'm much better with strangers and new places now though. I don't panic nearly as much as before.

>Could you go somewhere new by yourself?

B: A new place? All on my own?

>I have some independent work for you, then.

B: What? Independent? As in, alone?

B: That sounds like a tough assignment. Where did this come from all of a sudden? Hey, hold on...

B: You're teasing me, aren't you?! B: Please don't joke around like that anymore! It's torture for me!

>All right, all right.

B: You're still not taking me seriously! I mean it. Promise me you won't do that again!

>I can't commit to that...

B: Come on, Professor! I'm begging you! Please promise me you won't do that again.

B: Friends respect each other's feelings, don't they?

>OK. I promise.

B: Good... I'll hold you to that. B: You're absolutely not allowed to send me out anywhere on my own! Got it? B: You would need to come with me. If you're with me, I can go anywhere in the world.

>I'll follow at a distance.

>I'll be with you in spirit.

>We can ask another professor.

B: No, that defeats the purpose! Why can't you get what I'm saying?! B: I thought we were finally getting close. Guess I'm not good enough for that though, am I? B: I'll let you have this one, but you'd better be ready for next time! B: Oh, that's enough. I need some time alone...

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B: How did you know I was here?

>I thought you might be hiding.

B: You know me too well. That's exactly what I was about to do.

>I've been looking all over for you.

B: Huh? All that trouble just for me?! The truth is... I've been shutting myself away again.

B: Once I got to thinking about the war being over, a lot of my old fears started to return. B: I'm afraid to go home...afraid to see my parents... B: I don't know what to do! Please, help me!

>Come with me.

B: Wait! Where are we going?! Don't make me go! B: The Goddess Tower? What are we doing here? B: This is it... We're all alone... The perfect time... You're going to kill me, aren't you?!

>I would never do that.

B: All right, I've made my peace, and for what it's worth, I'm glad it's— Wait, you wouldn't? B: Of course you wouldn't. I'm not even worth killing, am I? B: I knew it all along. I'll go lock myself away now...

>I love you, Bernie. I want you to have this.

B: Wh-what did you just say? Is that...a ring?! B: Well, um... This is, um... What kind of ring is this? B: When a man gives a woman a ring, it usually only means... Is that what this means? B: I...I don't know what to say! B: I accept! Of course I accept! B: This means...I'll be able to shut myself away in peace again. B: You can go off doing your hero things, and I'll hold down the fort!

>Don't I get a say in this?!

B: What?! Don't tell me you'll want me to keep leaving the house!

B: Fine, but in that case, I have a favor to ask.

>That's not happening.

B: No, come on, please! You just won't let me off the hook, will you?

B: In that case, I have a favor to ask.

B: There's a reason I've been able to cope with going out of the monastery so much. B: It's because I've been with you. B: I'll never completely get over my anxiety...or my fear of strangers...or my compulsive need to run and hide. B: So whenever you tell me to go outside, I want you to come with me. B: Wherever we go, whatever we do...I want us to be together, always.

>That sounds perfect.

B: Because when I'm with you, I feel... B: Wait. Did you agree? You mean it?! Ah, you're the greatest! I...I love you so much! We're going to be so happy together!

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paired endings

After ascending to the throne as the first leader of the United Kingdom of Fódlan, Byleth announced his marriage to Bernadetta. Many were concerned that the new leader of House Varley would do little more than hide, but she in fact followed the new king wherever he went and provided him with constant counsel. She never did overcome her shyness, however, and it is said that aspiring advisers who frightened her were quickly turned away. Because the ones she liked performed well in their service to the people, Bernadetta was widely believed to have a discerning eye. (golden deer + church route)

After taking on the role of archbishop of the Church of Seiros, Byleth announced his marriage to Bernadetta. Many were concerned that the new leader of House Varley would do little more than hide, but she in fact followed the archbishop wherever he went and provided him with constant counsel. She never did overcome her shyness, however, and it is said that aspiring advisers who frightened her were quickly turned away. Because the ones she liked performed well in their service to the church, Bernadetta was widely believed to have a discerning eye. (blue lions route)

Almost as soon as Byleth and Bernadetta were finally wed, the battle against those who slither in the dark began in earnest. Many were concerned that the new leader of House Varley would do little more than hide, but she fell in alongside her husband and followed him everywhere, fighting to bring lasting peace to Fódlan. Forced to throw herself into one terrifying battle after another, Bernadetta developed such a tough character, it is said that absolutely nothing could frighten her. (black eagles route)

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night of the ball

B: Ah! Wh-what's that?! B: Ghost?! Is it a ghost?! Don't eat me!

>Calm down, it's OK.

B: It'll eat the skin right off my bones and no one will ever— Huh? Oh, it's you, Professor. What a relief.

>It's just your professor.

B: I knew it! I said, Bernie, this place is haunted, you'll just get eaten by the ghost of some dusty old professor or— Oh. Oh, it's you.

>You can relax now.

B: Right. I'm better now. Thanks. But try not to scare me like that again, please... B: With the ball happening tonight, I was sure there wouldn't be anyone here. B: And from far off, you look... Well, you kinda have a spooky silhouette. B: I guess you haven't heard the legend?

>Legend?

B: Oh, so if a couple swears a vow on the night of the ball, the goddess grants their wish?

>That's amazing! Is it true?

B: I guess that's the sort of thing you miss when you spend all your time avoiding people. B: But wouldn't it be nice to spend some time alone with a nice guy in this lonely tower, cut off from all the rest of the world? B: Anyway... B: Oh, Professor! Since you're here and all, could I ask you for a favor? B: As you probably know by now, it's my lifelong dream to live in solitude forever... B: So could you help me to swear that vow?

>Nice try.

B: Saw right through me, huh?

>I can't promise that.

B: Guess you're right. It probably wouldn't work out so well for me, would it?

B: Ah, well. No use complaining. B: Actually, I'm happy I got to see you here tonight. Even if it was just by coincidence. B: Would you mind staying a little longer? B: It's nice and quiet, and the sky's really pretty. I quite like the atmosphere. B: On a night like this, being out in the open doesn't seem so bad...

#fire emblem three houses spoilers #fe16 spoilers #fe3h spoilers #bernadetta x byleth #byleth x bernadetta #romantic

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blobbyclouds · 5 years

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Hiya! May I request hc's of Connor, along with Conrad, and RK800-60's (basically the 3 C's!) having a rather short and sweet s/o? Like they absolutely hate unnecessary violence and just wants everyone to be happy and get along! Bonus points if the S/o is just doing a day to day chore like cooking or something and the boys instantly become mega aware of anything and everything that can go wrong, so they low key become mother hens. Thank you so very much, have a lovely day!❤

Honestly though, I can totally see all them becoming the absolute most overprotective mother hens over the smallest things, I accept this as canon. Also, felt like I should add that I’ve never written for rk800-60, but I hope I still did him justice! (◕ㅁ◕✿)

Warnings; none!

Connor rk800:

Out of the three of them, he’s probably the easiest to deal with

With sweet s/o like that he’d be so soft on them. Even if he’s not too good with affection, he’ll manage to shower them with what affection he can

He’s protective, of course, mainly because he’s seen that the world can be a very dangerous place sometimes. He isn’t overbearing about it, just always ready to step in if he thinks that something might go south

He knows they don’t like violence and he does his best to keep that well out of their radar. He just wants to see them safe and happy, so that kind of stress is the last thing he would want to put on them

So if something blatantly bad is going on just across the street, he’ll gently suggest that they go to some stores in the opposite direction and hurriedly usher them away before they can notice anything happening

And he tries to keep the more violent aspects of his job away from them. When he’s telling them about his recent cases, he’ll try to gloss over the more rough parts of it that might stress them out or maybe not mention it at all. He’s extremely sweet on them, and doesn’t want them worrying

Of course, while he is nothing but soft and gentleman like with his s/o, he can become a lot scarier when they’re threatened and won’t hesitate to use force if he has to

But he never even considers trying to put them into a self defense class or anything because 1.) he knows there’s no way they would ever agree to it and 2.) if there really was danger, he would want them to be trying to get away, not get more involved

Besides, he’s made it his job to take care of them, so they shouldn’t ever have a need to use self defense in the first place. They’re just so small and innocent that he can’t imagine having them near any sort of danger

Connor, even as a deviant for the longest time, is the most oblivious to negative social cues out of the 3 C’s. While rk900 and rk800-60 can pick up on threats and backhanded insults easily, Connor isn’t nearly as aware

The end result is that it takes him awhile to realize when people are being rude towards his s/o or trying to take advantage of their sweet nature

But trust me when I say that Connor will cut that out the very second he picks up on it. He loves his s/o more than words can describe and the idea of someone trying to use them because they’re just so kind and innocent is very upsetting to him

He personally adores that about them because they’re always there to comfort him through his deviancy and stressful cases. They’re a constant source of happiness and optimism that keeps him going and brings a smile to his face. Even he realizes how dependent he is on them, and he has no idea what he would do if something happened to them

What he did to deserve them he doesn’t know, and what they did to deserve some idiot being rude to them he doesn’t know either

He’ll politely step in, and while his tone may be respectful, the sharp look in his eyes is enough to tell the person being rude to his s/o that it would be best if they just backed off

But then the moment the threat or whoever has left, he’s right back to his normal sweet and dorky self and acting like nothing happened

Like I said, he finds them to be the most precious and adorable thing in the world, especially with their short height that makes them so easy to kiss and wrap up in his arms (if they do anything somewhat affectionate towards him he almost short circuits)

He’s shamelessly wrapped right around their little finger and they both know it

Sometimes, when they’re safely tucked in his arms at night which happens a lot because they’re so small and he loves cuddling he’s hit by this realization of just how completely harmless they are. It sends him into this sort of overprotective mode, where he feels the need to get up and check every little sound in the house because he suddenly feels very anxious about their safety

This usually only happens at night, but when it happens during the day when they’re more active, he’ll just hold them a bit tighter and fuss over them a bit more, insisting that he do whatever chore or task they were just doing

rk900:

I sincerely wish his s/o good luck

He just kind of expects the worst from humanity and thinks that most other humans are just out to hurt the few good ones like his s/o. There are few humans that he truly trusts, so he’s always very watchful whenever they’re in large crowds

No matter how much they try to gently assure him that there isn’t any reason to be concerned, he’s still going to be hyper vigilant to his surroundings whenever they’re by his side because he refuses to take any chances when it comes to them

The smallest things put him on edge because his s/o is just such a sweetheart that he can’t possibly imagine them being in danger. He takes their safety - physical, mental, and emotional safety - very seriously

They have to deal with him constantly insisting on taking care of the smallest tasks for them and hovering just beside them, ready to step in if the slightest indication of danger arises. While his presence is comforting to them, he has a habit of intimidating others which can make doing day to day things difficult

His protectiveness can vary from day to day. After stressful situations he’ll be fuss over them more and insist upon having an arm around them 24/7, while if nothing has been going on lately, he’ll be a bit more relaxed

He really does try his best to not be overbearing and can make himself back off if they ask him sweetly enough. Sure, as grim and serious as he may seem, he’s reasonable and, considering how he’s absolutely wrapped around their little finger, they can usually wiggle their way into things that he may have not been a fan of originally, as long as he gets to stay right by their side

He doesn’t like the idea of being seen as visibly worried and vunrable, so he really tries to act nonchalant about their safety

He’s tried talking them into taking just a few self defense classes but just the mention of having to fight had them upset so, after many attempts at persuasion, he dropped the idea

He’s honestly baffled by how quick to trust they are and just thinking about how sweetly naive they are in a world like this gives him a headache

It doesn’t help that they’re so short and small, which just sends his overprotective instincts kicking into overdrive

Compared to the rest of the world they’re so cute??? How are they possibly going to survive out there in that awful world???

Welp guess he’s going to have to step in to take care of them. But, of course, if they ask why he takes their wellbeing so seriously, he won’t say anything about seeing them as the purest thing in the world and will instead say “Someone has to watch over you with your reckless nature and I believe I am best fit for the task.”

So, he ends up taking it upon himself to be the backbone they seem to lack. They can almost never say no when it comes to doing favors for others, but rk900 most definitely can say no, and will instantly do so if anyone shows the slightest intention of trying to take advantage of their good will

I’m not exaggerating when I say that the glare that this boy can give whenever he thinks that someone is trying to use them or just being rude towards them in general is enough to send most people running

He just quietly comes up behind his s/o while they’re talking, glaring at the person he thinks might be causing trouble and telling them with one quick look that he will personally make their life a living hell if they don’t shut up. It almost always works, and his s/o is left very confused as to why the person they’re talking to is suddenly super pale and saying bye?? Like, what even???

And rk900 finds them way more adorable than he would like to admit. If they do any cute shit like standing on their tiptoes to give him a kiss or hugging him because they’re just so small and who the hell thought it was a good idea to put so much cute into one being??? It’s not fair??

It’s a constant struggle of hiding his blush around them and trying to not let his gaze soften so much whenever he just looks at them

rk800-60:

He really tries to act like he doesn’t care about the whole thing

If they want to go around all stupid, trusting strangers at the drop of the hat and refusing violence no matter what, fine, they can do that

Said this boy never

As much as he tries to act indifferent, he’s extremely protective and won’t take no for an answer when it comes to the extra precautions he feels are necessary for their safety.

He’s blunt about it and won’t try to sugar coat anything

“Yes, I’m well aware that this way is two blocks longer, but unless you want to get mugged, we’re going this way.”

He kind of has this worst possible scenario way of thinking, which is a stark contrast to their best possible scenario mindest. Yes, they’re different, but they end up sweetly counterbalancing one another

He’ll always be there to bluntly stand up for them whenever he deems it necessary and protect them from the dangers they might not be aware of, while they’re there to show him the world isn’t quite as awful as he thinks it is and bring a smile to his face

And considering how adorable they are, they can do that more than easily

He’s a bit snappish about keeping them safe, but that’s only because he gets more stressed about their safety than he would like to admit

He lowkey jumps to conclusions about new people and assumes the worst (his jealous nature doesn’t exactly help) and will just glare at them until his s/o assures him that this is a nice person who isn’t trying to take advantage of them or anything

He’s still suspicious, of course, and will keep a close eye on them because if they step one foot out of line towards his s/o they’re going to regret a lot

His combination of an analytical mind and a grim perspective provides a seemingly never ending source of all the worst scenarios that could end up with his s/o injured or… worse. Sometimes, even when they’re doing the most mundane things in the safety of their home, he gets lowkey overwhelmed by just how much could go wrong, even when he’s there to protect them

All the ideas stress him out, especially when he realizes that he can’t protect them from everything in the world. Of course, he would never willingly talk that openly, even to his s/o so he’ll just end up hugging them from behind and holding them close until he’s convinced himself that they really are safe

He’s tried to persuade them to let him teach them some fighting techniques or at least some basic self defense moves, but they remain adamant about no violence

He sometimes gets a little irritated with how selflessly sweet they are honestly. He wishes they could actually pick up just a hint of danger when it was around or be able to tell when someone had good or bad intentions

He grumbles about it a lot, about how they should be more careful and shouldn’t trust others so easily and how they really don’t need to go around helping everyone because it’s not their problem

Luckily, they know this is his weird way of showing affection, so they’ll just quiet his concerns with a quick kiss on the cheek (it works every time)

He teases them about their height, we all know he does. It’s only occasional, but the sarcasm dripping from the little smirk twitching at his lips is way hotter than it should be and turns them into a blushing mess every single time mission accomplished

Never says anything about it, but he loves that they’re short because he can just wrap them up in his arms and it reminds him that they’re both safe and everything is okay

#detriot become human hcs #Connor rk800 x reader headcanons #rk900 x reader headcanons #rk800-60 x reader headcanons #dbh x reader imagines #they're all an absolute mess and i love them for it

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Vongola Vigilantes (3/?)

Based on this post I made a while ago, or you know, just this:

“…instead of Class 1-A and the Vongola 10th gen being the same age, the Vongola are a long established vigilante group that’s a pain in police’s and villain’s sides (most heroes either have neutral opinions or quietly agree with the Vongola) while Izuku loves them and is their number one fanboy.”

Parts 1 / 2 / 3 / ?

Also on AO3

Izuku is in awe when he enters Yuuei on his first day. It feels like a dream more than anything, “it” being the last couple months of his life. Never in his wildest dreams would he theorize that All Might actually shrunk into a skeleton of a man because of a near fatal injury. Never would he theorize that All Might’s quirk is transferable. Even if Izuku did, Izuku wouldn’t dare to even hope that All Might would give his quirk to a quirkless “Deku” like him.

But that is what his life has become. All Might is just Yagi Toshinori, a frail assistant at All Might’s agency. One For All has been passed to seven others before Izuku. All Might gave Midoriya “Deku” Izuku One For All.

If it wasn’t for the slime villain on that day, Izuku might still be crying in his room about not being able to be a hero. Maybe he would have eventually taken that swan-dive off the roof. But that doesn’t matter because Midoriya Izuku is a student at Yuuei under the underground hero Eraserhead with nineteen others.

Sure, things start out rough with almost getting kicked out on the first day because of the quirk appraisal tests and with the villain-hero simulation training against Kacchan - who still hates him - but Izuku has friends.

At least he hopes they’re his friends.

Iida Tenya is a bit stiff - almost like a robot - but he’s nice. He looks out for Izuku and doesn’t seem to be forcing himself to interact with Izuku. Even if Iida does misunderstand some of his actions by tacking on hidden meanings.

Uraraka Ochako is the first girl he’s talked to for more than half a minute. That’s one of the reasons why Izuku is stiff around her, but also because Uraraka is so cheerful and bright all the time. It’s something he’s not used to - especially when she says his “nickname” from Kacchan sounds like “do your best”.

But it’s not just them who are accepting of him. The class seems to be really open to getting to know Izuku. He enjoys the talk the class has in the bus on their way to the USJ, ignoring when Asui Tsuyu told him his quirk resembles All Might’s quirk, he actual feels like he’s part of a class for once.

He walks into the USJ, excited to start the rescue training with the Space Hero: Thirteen as a supervisor. What he gets are villains infiltrating the USJ with blocked communication to the outside, his classmates and himself scattered across the USJ, and some method the villains have that will apparently kill All Might.

Yup, this is what his life has become.

Izuku’s heart has been pounding almost constantly since he has been at Yuuei. Kacchan hasn’t changed: hates him and still violent. He meets and interacts with Pro Heroes he’s only seen from afar. Social interaction is a struggle. There are real villains in front of him.

He thinks nothing could make this situation worse. So, when he finds himself on a boat in the flood zone filled with hostiles with Asui Tsuyu and Mineta Minoru and there’s a sudden flash of indigo fire-like substance that flares to life before their very eyes and a tall masked figure steps out of, Izuku swears he pees a little. The white mask has the familiar emblem of a clam and crossed rifle bullets and the design of blue rain - a mask he’s only seen in videos, yet he’s seeing it in real life. Today. At Yuuei’s USJ. When villains are attacking his school.

Distorted cheerful laughter fills the stunned silence the students are in and the figure throws a sharp katana over his shoulders casually, “Hey there kiddos! What’s going on?” he asks as he’s talking to old friends.

Mineta is the first to snap out of it, though his reaction isn’t favorable. Mineta shrieks from behind Izuku’s leg and when did he get there? and yells, “T-THA! Y-YOU-YOU’RE!” and proceeds to foam at the mouth before collapsing onto the wet deck.

Asui’s face almost looks as indifferent as always, but there is a crease in between her eyes as she stares down the masked man.

The masked man looks down at the collapsed purple haired hero-in-training and laughs sheepishly, “Maybe we overdid it with the dramatics,” he says as he rubs at the back of his head.

“You’re Asari. With the Vongola.” It’s not a question when Asui finally speaks but the vigilante still answers.

“Yup!” the vigilante answers cheerfully. “Didn’t you think you kids would recognize me, honestly.” He turns his head out to the water where the villains are waiting, “Do you mind telling me what’s going on?”

Izuku stutters several times, trying to find a place to start when the vigilante puts a hand on his shoulder and says, “I would pick your purple friend up first, the boat is going to get attacked.”

Izuku blanks for a long moment because Asari of the VONGOLA is touching him ohmygawd before Asui yells, “Midoriya-chan!”

That’s all it takes for Izuku to grab Mineta’s limp body and cling to the side of the boat as it splits in half.

“Haha! He’s pretty strong down there!” Asari laughs as he peers over the side of the boat, looking completely unruffled as he stands on his own two feet, not holding onto anything. “The way we are now, we won’t last more than a couple minutes!”

Izuku stares at Asari incredulously. He can’t believe it. Maybe Asari doesn’t recognize the seriousness of the situation. Maybe Asari is denying that there are villains coming after their lives, just like Mineta. But Asari continues to laugh and laugh as he looks down into the water.

Izuku’s fingernails dig into his palms. “Asari-san, those villains are after our lives,” he whispers, his eyes glued to Asari’s dress shoes because he doesn’t have to courage to look the powerful man in the eyes.

Asari doesn’t stop laughing, “Haha, is that right?”

Something snaps in Izuku. “We’re students here to do rescue training for the first time. There are villains who have scattered my classmates all over the USJ and there are sure to be more villains with them. The villains have some kind of method to defeat the number one hero,” Izuku’s voice has becoming louder and angrier with each word. He snaps his head up, his eyes blazing to look where Asari’s eyes should be. “And you’re laughing?!” he finally shouts.

Asari stops and turns to Izuku, his body no longer relaxed, but not exactly tense as the mask bores into him.

“Midoriya-chan,” Asui says to him, “Don’t forget that Asari is a vigilante. The Vongola follow their own justice,” she reminds calmly, “He may be here to take us out too.”

Izuku feels like he’s struck by lightning, suddenly looking at one of his idols with distrustful eyes. He steps backwards, half stepping to the left to block Asui partially from view. The vigilante doesn’t move for a moment, simply staring back at the two hero hopefuls.

Then there's laughter, “You're not wrong! But the Vongola are here for that man with those hands all over his body among others. We just so happen to not adhere to the murder of children,” he says so casually that Izuku is sure there's a smile on his face under his mask as he talks about killing. “So,” Asari quickly sobers, “Do you have a plan?”

Izuku thinks this is what whiplash feels like. “Us?” he asks, “You’re asking us for a plan?”

Asari nods enthusiastically, “Why not? I’ll follow your plans to a T; do you have one?”

Izuku can't believe this is his life. His mentor and favorite hero has been threatened with death, the boat he's on is slowly sinking to where villains are waiting, and there's a vigilante asking him for plan.

Asui is looking at Asari warily still but she doesn’t say anything to refuse Asari’s help.

“Yeah,” Izuku says after a shuddering breath, “I do.”

Explosions shake the landslide zone that Todoroki Shouto is in as he watches with wide eyes as vigilante G of the Vongola throws dynamite into the air at villains, dynamite that seemingly comes out of nowhere. Shouto’s hair flies out everywhere each time a dynamite goes off and he suddenly understands why G ties his hair in a ponytail. Hagakure Tooru is next to him, invisible as always and trembling.

“T-That's G… am I dreaming Todoroki-kun?” Hagakure stutters, her gloved hands clasped onto his left elbow.

Shouto slowly shakes his head, just as unable to comprehend what’s happening as her.

“I have no idea what's going on,” he tells her truthfully.

Hagakure is suddenly very still, “Are we safe? G may be defeating the villains and all, but he's still a vigilante. Should we run?”

Shouto contemplates the suggestion for a second before shaking his head, “No, we'd just be caught in the explosions… and G knows we have quirks, but he still keeps his back turned towards us. I don't think he considers us his enemy.”

Hagakure relaxes, just a bit, before the explosions seem to stop and the dust starts to clear, “What's happening?” she whispers, the area suddenly very quiet.

Shouto shakes his head once again when the smoke finally clears to show a hunched over G, holding a limp villain up by the collar of her shirt. His voice is modulated so they don’t actually hear his voice but the gruffness G carries with him is clear. “What did those bastards give you to get you to do this shit?” G growls.

The villain seems to have a transformation quirk because her hands shift back from claws as blood leaks from her mouth. Blood gurgles as she speaks. “Most men take me out to dinner before grabbing at my chest,” she snarks despite the severe pain she is likely in.

G drops her and ruthlessly steps onto her chest with his expensive dress shoes, it’s a brand Shouto recognizes in the back of his head as the villain screams into the quiet zone. “I’m not here to play your fucking games. Someone paid you to attack children. I don’t care what kind of person you are, nothing can justify harming children. I should kill you right here.”

She shrieks, “You killed my friends! You and your little group are just like us!” She laughs hysterically, “That’s right! I know who you are! You kill people left and right just because they pissed you off! I don’t see how that makes us any different!” She points to Shouto and Hagakure. Hagakure grips Shouto’s elbow harder and there’s a little yelp. “You’re threatening and torturing me in front of those children you’re here to save! What does that make you?!” she yells.

G is silent as he looks down at her, his foot still on her chest, for a long moment not saying anything. She’s giggling to herself, having given in to her fate.

G sighs loudly and looks up, “Hey brats.”

Hagakure completely moves to hide behind Shouto and he lets her, meeting G head on, “Yes?” Shouto asks tensely.

G stares at them before he gestures lazily towards the exit of the landslide zone, “Head outside and wait for me at the entrance. If villains attack you, come back for me and I’ll take care of the shitbags. I’ll take you to the rest of your little friends when I’m done here.”

The villain laughs again, “You can’t hide them from all the shit you do Vongola! You’re just creating a false sense of safety. If these brats are actually going to be heroes they’re going to see this every day for the rest of their lives!” she crows.

Shouto can’t help but stare at the villain as she laughs so badly that her whole body shakes with the laughs.

Hagakure tugs at Shouto’s sleeve, “We should go Todoroki-kun.”

Shouto lets Hagakure lead him to the exit, stepping over villains as they go, but there’s something that he can’t quite shake.

G is watching them leave, making sure that no villains try to attack them is what Shouto thinks.

He plants his feet at the exit and Hagakure lets out a surprised noise, “Todoroki...kun?”

Shouto looks up and meets G’s mask that is looking right at him. Shouto really shouldn’t say this. He really shouldn’t. G is a vigilante, there’s no guarantee that he won’t kill Shouto for not listening. G is a vigilante, he could take his own action. G is a vigilante, he won’t believe Shouto. There are too many ears. Villains who aren’t quite unconscious could hear Shouto. Hagakure would undoubtedly hear Shouto. No one would believe Shouto. Shouto wouldn’t believe Shouto.

But Shouto looks up, meets where G’s eyes are supposed to be, and says, “She’s wrong.”

G stays silent before he tilts his head down to look at the villain then to Shouto, understanding. He snorts, “I’m a criminal kid. A hero shouldn’t really be encouraging a vigilante.” G states it like a fact, something he already accepted.

Shouto frowns and squares his shoulders, “You may break the law, but only to do good,” Shouto hesitates but he knows his tongue will only feel heavier if he doesn’t say this now, “You, the Vongola, are more heroic than my father will ever be.”

Hagakure gasps behind Shouto but G doesn’t seem to react physically, only letting out a huffed laugh and saying something in Italian.

Shouto turns on his heel and exits the USJ. It takes a second but Hagakure follows close after.

They settle against the side of the entrance, hidden from view.

No words are exchanged between the two hero hopefuls.

Kaminari Denki thought he was doing a pretty great job holding his quirk back from potentially hurting Jirou Kyouka and Yaoyorozu Momo. It gets even easier to fight when Yaoyorozu makes a rubber blanket to cover her and Jirou so Denki can use his ultimate attack.

But even in his dumbed-out stage he knows they're screwed. There's a villain with an electricity quirk holding him hostage and Jirou and Yaoyorozu can't do anything to save him. Denki may have electricity as his quirk but too much electricity in the right place can kill even him.

Jirou had tried a sneak attack but ultimately, both the villain and the students are at a standstill.

“Goddamnit,” a voice grumbles from a distance. “He thinks it's so funny sending me to the opposite side of the zone!” the voice is irritated and slowly getting closer, with a strange static quality to it. “And I can't even tell him off later, the asshole would stab me,” the voice is much closer now as if the owner of the voice was right around the-

A head of green hair steps around the corner with a strangely familiar mask, a mask Denki can’t quite remember why is so familiar. “Oh look, takes me a solid five minutes to get over here because of you Daemon! And look! One of the students is held captive!” the masked figure yells up into the ceiling of the USJ like some sort of maniac.

The villain starts to shake Denki, “You! What are you doing here Vongola!” he says the last word like a curse.

Jirou gapes, “Romeo… Vongola’s youngest member…”

Yaoyorozu is immediately on guard, “A vigilante?”

Denki is struggling to remember what a vigilante is and why Vongola and Romeo ring a bell.

Romeo sighs and runs a hand through his green spikes, “You know what? I'm done with this bullshit,” he points a hand at the villain holding Denki, “Let the kid go or face the consequences.”

The villain lets out a laugh, “Face the consequences? What is this? One of those old movies? Yeah right-AHHHHH!”

There's a sudden green light that flashes next to Denki's face.

Denki feels the liquid that splashes on his face before he registers that he had been dropped.

“Kaminari-kun!” Yaoyorozu yells and Denki puts an uncoordinated hand to his face and looks at his hand.

“Buh… bluh….blood…” he gets out when Jirou grabs him by the shoulders and throws him behind her, using herself as a shield. “Don't come near us Romeo!” she yells protectively.

Denki is going to have to thank Jirou after he’s charged up again.

Denki blinks again and looks past Jirou to see a small black object on the ground he can’t make out surrounded by blood. Beside it is the villain who held him captive yelling in pain as he clutches at an arm that looks shorter than normal.

Romeo, who had been watching the villain squirm, turns his head to look at them as if he’s only just remembered that they were still there. “Oh. Well, you're safe kiddoes so get over to your teachers while the villains here can't stop you,” his voice sounds like he’s done with the world: exhausted by everything.

“And how do we know you won't try to cut our limbs off just like that villain?” are Yaoyorozu’s fighting words.

Romeo stops and sighs loudly, “A-re, a-re, I didn't you think you kids would be such a pain. I cut off his arm off because he was holding a child hostage. We don't take kindly to people like that.”

With that he turns without a glance back, moving towards a clump of villains nearby and nudging them with his dress shoes, “Hey. You alive?”

“Yaoyorozu, we should move. If he wanted us gone he could have done that in an instance. We need to get Kaminari to safety.”

“...Fine… let's go.”

Denki blubbers as he’s placed in a cart and pulled away.

“EXTREME!”

Ojiro Mashirao winces as the man wearing the familiar mask punches his way through a villain with a monstrous yell, yet again. Mashirao has so many questions that he isn’t sure would get through to the knuckle headed man.

Mashirao turns his mind back a couple minutes as he follows Knuckle through holes and inadvertently watching the vigilante’s back.

Mashirao is sent to the fire zone, because of course he is. He is literally thrown into a room out of a black mist portal and his tail is badly burned in a patch of fire. Mashirao mourns his fur but is quickly thrust into action because voices he doesn’t recognize are yelling to “find the damn Yuuei brats”.

Mashirao is injured, outnumbered, and currently without allies in a perilous environment he’s never been it. Mashirao lets out a dry laugh and quotes a dead meme that would make his classmate, Kaminari, proud, “Improvise,” he huffs as he sneaks through the burning building, “Adapt,” he whispers when he hears villains approaching, “Overcome,” he grunts as he drop kicks a villain in the head and flips the other out a window.

Minutes seem to pass as he takes out villain after villain. Mashirao wonders how there are so many villains. Mashirao worries that he can’t find any of his classmates around.

But Mashirao isn't stupid so he doesn't call out, trying to get rid of the villains as quietly as possible, practically fighting quirkless because his tail is out of commission. It helps that the cackling fire covers most of the noise he makes. It doesn’t help that all the villains seem to have fire or smoke orientated quirks and are used to the environment.

And then, when Mashirao encounters a large group of villains and curses that his luck has run out, thinking that he could have maybe handled them if his tail was in top condition, the wall to the right of Mashirao and the left of the villains cave in and debris knocks a couple of the villains out for the count.

For a second, Mashirao is panicking because he can’t handle a villain as powerful as someone who can break in a wall with ease. In the next second, he can’t feel anything because the loud scream of “EXTREME” shakes him to his core.

Mashirao gapes as the mountain of a man punches his way through villains with powerful shouts and grunts. The suit clad man fights not only with power but incredible technique so that the villains are down in seconds.

Fluidly, the man turns to Mashirao and Mashirao flinches, stepping into a ready stance, hiding his injured tail behind his body. “What are you doing here?” he asks with more courage than he has.

The man stops for a moment before slipping his hand into his dress pants pockets and pulling out a silver object. “You’re an extreme student of Yuuei, correct?” he asks loudly, but it’s not a roar. It’s just a question, asked very loudly.

Mashirao is tempted not to answer.

Instead, Mashirao asks his own question again, “Knuckle from the Vongola, why are you here?”

There’s a shift in Knuckle and boisterous laughter fills the room, charming despite the mechanical twist to it, “Oh, so you do know who I extremely am! That makes this easier!” He calms himself and lifts the silver object, a scalpel Mashirao sees now, and says, “You’re injured koukousei! Let me take extreme care of that!”

Knuckle steps forward again and Mashirao jerks violently, switching into a more suitable stance against the boxer vigilante. Knuckle stops and takes in the change in stance quietly. “We aren’t here for you.” Knuckle finally says in a quieter voice, “But you’re injured while in an extremely precarious situation. If you want to get out of this, koukousei, then you need to trust me for the time being.”

Mashirao hesitates, his resolve wavering. In truth, Mashirao is torn on his opinion of the Vongola. They’re doing good, yes, but they’re also breaking the law. Mashirao is considering his options in the short amount of peace he’s been given since entering the fire zone.

There’s the sound of something cracking and Mashirao can only stare with wide eyes as a villain drops in from the ceiling with a scythe of all things aimed right at Mashirao’s head.

The scythe comes closer and closer to Mashirao’s face and he’s desperately trying to duck and lean back at the same time to escape but it’s too close and ohnoMashiraoisgoingtodiebeforehe’sevensavedanyone-

There’s another sound of something cracking and it happens like it’s slow motion. Knuckle’s fist is breaking all the bones in the villain’s torso with a single punch and each break is clear in Mashirao’s ears.

Time goes back to normal and Knuckle towers over Mashirao as the villain is thrown through four walls and probably out of the fire zone.

Surprisingly gentle hands are on his shoulders and shakes him, “Are you extremely okay koukousei?”

Mashirao looks into the eye holes of the Vongola signature mask and nods shakily, “Yeah… thank you,” he whispers.

Knuckle’s eyes light up and he shifts his body to the side so that Mashirao can see all of Knuckle’s body and lifts his yellow energy lit scalpel to Mashirao’s tail and there’s immediate relief.

A shaky breath leaves Mashirao’s mouth when Knuckle finally steps away. “Koukousei, I’ll be going through the zone to get rid of the extreme villains. It would be extreme if you joined me and watched my back!” Knuckle says with returned energy.

Mashirao nods, “Sure.”

That brings Mashirao to where he is now, and he still has so many questions.

Tokoyami Fumikage and Kouda Kouji are under some cover when the screams of villains reach their ears.

Sure, the two of them had to punch their way through a portion of villains while trying to get under something big enough to cover them, but they know enough to know that they're the only students in the Downpour Zone. Kouda’s quirk is remarkably useful when rats are around, Fumikage notes to himself. It doesn't make sense to hear villains screaming when the two of them are huddling together.

Kouda starts gesturing and it's clear and well-practiced enough to know what he's asking. “Should we check it out?”

Fumikage frowns, “That’s probably not wise. I could try to have Dark Shadow scope out the area but he's…” There’s too much at stake. Dark Shadow mouths off at the worst of times and is always looking for a fight, especially in such a dark area. Dark Shadow would just get them into more trouble.

Dark Shadow resents that.

When Fumikage trails off, Kouda raises his hands to his mouth and lets out a low whine.

Immediately mice come out of the undergrowth to answer his call again and he whispers something low to them before they run off.

Fumikage watches in awe, “Amazing. How long do we have to wait-”

He gets cut off as the mice come back, squealing in what seems like fright.

“Huh? What's the big deal?” Dark Shadow asks impatiently as they watch Kouda go pale.

Kouda blinks multiple times before whispering, “Alaude… is here.”

“Alaude? As in the Vongola Vigilante?!” Dark Shadow asks loudly, out of shock most likely, but Fumikage can't help but hiss when the sounds of a fight die down just as his quirk yells out. This is exactly what Fumikage didn’t want.

They all go deathly quiet when the rustling of bushes reaches their ears.

The mice that had previously clung to Kouda flee into the undergrowth, not even Kouda’s presence and pleas keeping them there.

The footsteps are now clearer against the wet ground.

Fumikage curses his quirk in his head and flares Dark Shadow close behind him to potentially protect him and Kouda if needed but also so that Dark Shadow won’t give them away immediately.

The footsteps are even closer.

Then a bush to their right moves and all they can see is the familiar mask of the Vongola with purple clouds on them and a mechanical voice speaking directly at them. “Herbivores,” Alaude says dully like a half-assed greeting.

Dark Shadow flares out immediately against Fumikage’s will, “I take offense to that! Fumi may be obsessed with apples but I love salmon!”

Fear strikes through Fumikage and he can see the pure terror on Kouda’s face at Dark Shadow’s unrestrained yell. Despite the darkness, Fumikage tries to wrangle Dark Shadow down. Despite Dark Shadow being the two’s only offense, Fumikage tries to wrangle Dark Shadow down. Despite the unbridled fear, he’s dragging Dark Shadow into him.

There’s a huff from the dangerous and viciously violently vigilante and he turns on his heels, “Remain there until I say so, herbivores,” Alaude says as he walks away, “You will not be bitten to death today.”

And just like Alaude had come, Alaude is gone. Calm footsteps leave them, and the sounds of fighting continue.

Kouda collapses on his butt next to him and Fumikage can’t believe what just happened. Dark Shadow is practically yelling into his ear from the inside to let him out, but Kouda’s hysteric giggles is the only thing he can really process.

Fumikage wants to do the exact same thing.

And so, he does.

“Did that really just happen?”

Kouda nods his head up and down as if to shake his head from the fever dream they stepped into.

It doesn’t work.

Kirishima Eijirou is running on adrenaline to ignore the fact that he’s fighting real-life villains by the time Bakugou Katsuki and him have managed to knock all of them out.

“That’s all of ‘em,” Bakugou huffs, “Buncha wimps.”

Eijirou turns to Bakugou, “Great! Now let’s hurry and go help the others. If we’re still here, I bet everyone else is also still in the USJ. I’m worried about the guys who don’t really have ways to attack,” he says stepping around unconscious villains collapsed at their feet in the collapsed zone, “Thirteen-sensei probably has his hands full because we rushed ahead like that,” guilt hits him, “None of this would’ve happened if we’d just let him suck in the mist guy. As men, we have to take responsibility-”

“If that’s what you want, then go ahead,” Bakugou interrupts with a scowl, “I’m gonna beat the warp gate guy to a pulp!”

“Huh?!” Eijirou can’t believe what he’s hearing, “You’re pulling that immature crap at a time like this? Normal attacks won’t work on him anyways!”

“Shut up!” Bakugou shouts back at him, “He’s how these shitheads are getting around. Bring him down at they’ll have nowhere to run! Anyways! It’s not like I don’t have a way to beat him!”

“Yes, keep talking! Let your guard down!”

Eijirou barely has time to react before the villain that was rushing at Bakugou with a knife is suddenly face first into the ground and Bakugou talks as if nothing had interrupted him, “I mean, if all they’re sending us are these idiots, we should be fine.”

Eijirou gapes, thinking to himself “great reflexes”, but his thoughts are immediately echoed.

“Oya oya, such great reflexes,” a voice muses from all directions around them, “And I thought you would be a reckless hothead that lacks awareness. Interesting.”

“Who the fuck is that? Show yourself!” Bakugou grows menacingly into the air, sparks in his hands.

Eijirou gapes, “Wait, I know that voice!” because he does.

“Kufufu, so you’ve heard of me.”

The voice comes from behind them at Eijirou’s heart is in his throat, “You’re… You’re Daemon!” and true to his words, the tall man with his blue hair and mask is standing there, trident in hand.

There’s wind that passes beside him and suddenly Bakugou is rushing at the vigilante.

“Bakugou don’t-!”

Bakugou catches Daemon by the mask and sets off rapid explosions on his face, eliciting a pained cry and Daemon collapses to the floor, the trident clattering as he claws at his neck. “How dare you?” Daemon cries in anguish.

Eijirou flails, “Bakugou, wasn’t that a bit overkill-?”

“Ah so you’re his keeper, hm?” there’s hand on Eijirou’s shoulder and when he blinks Daemon is gone and Bakugou has turned to him with wide eyes. “Keep your leash on your little pup tighter. He may just bite someone he can’t handle one day,” Daemon whispers in his ear.

Very briefly, Eijirou wonders what Daemon means by Bakugou’s “keeper” and the implications of that. But Eijirou knows this isn’t the time and he has to act.

Bakugou lunges again and Eijirou grabs the hand on his shoulder and hardens himself, “Get him Bakugou!”

There’s heat, slight pain, and ringing when Eijirou opens his eyes again and his surprised expression matches Bakugou’s when nothing is over his shoulder.

“How long will it take you realize that I’m not actually here, fledglings?” Daemon’s voice echoes from every corner of the room, “So you really are hot heads without any awareness.”

“Bastard!” Bakugou yells, “Come out from where you’re hiding!”

Daemon chuckles his signature laugh. “There’s no reason for me to. I’d prefer to not have my face blown up. I’m rather handsome you know,” and nothing is giving Daemon away.

Bakugou is getting angrier by the second and Eijirou is thinking, “Bakugou, if Daemon isn’t going to show himself then isn’t it just better to go help the others?”

Bakugou flinches, as if suddenly remembering what he originally intended to do and glares with his red eyes around the room. Eijirou waits on Bakugou with baited breath.

After what feels like eternity, Bakugou lets out a growl and starts to march towards the only exit only for the world to warp around them.

Eijirou feels sick to his stomach and the world tilts so that he barrels into Bakugou without meaning to.

“Sorry!” Eijirou yells and tries to pull himself away from Bakugou but there are snakes wrapping around them hissing at their every move. The space around them is a stark white that it hurts Eijirou’s eyes, so he looks towards Bakugou’s chest where his face is practically pressed against.

“What the hell?!” Bakugou yells, his hands flaring to life.

Daemon tuts from somewhere around them despite the world just being pure white, “If you harm my little pets they’ll inject you with their poison that’ll knock you out for weeks.”

Bakugou yells in frustration but Eijirou is relatively calmer. “Why are you doing this Daemon?” he asks, turning so he doesn’t speak directly into Bakugou’s chest.

Daemon pauses before letting out an annoyed sigh, “The little boss gave out orders so I’m just doing what I’m told.”

“Which is, you annoying fuck face?” Bakugou hisses into Eijirou’s spiked red hair.

Daemon hums, “Keep the innocent Yuuei students safe, if I remember correctly.”

There’s a pause and an indigo cloud shows up out of the white void and a familiar person is dropped into the white space with a shriek. “I’ve given you another fledgling so why don’t you three play nice while the adults handle the situation,” as Daemon finishes speaking his voice begins to fade and the figure peels himself off a surface of the white space.

Eijirou stares with wide eyes, “Aoyama?”

Aoyama Yuuga turns to face the two tied together and flashes them a sparkling smile, “Are you two perhaps-”

“Don’t you even fucking finish that sentence you sparkling piece of shit!” Bakugou snarls, making Aoyama gulp and distance himself from Bakugou the best he can in their little jail.

Eijirou’s shoulders and neck are cramping up as he does his best to lean away from Bakugou but doesn’t complain, opting to ask, “What did Daemon do? Does he have a quirk like Yaoyorozu’s?”

“Oui!” Aoyama says, recovering quickly from his fear, “I was thinking much of the same!”

Bakugou scoffs, as if he can’t believe how stupid Eijirou and Aoyama are, “It’s illusions.”

Aoyama and Eijirou freeze.

“Quoi?”

Bakugou sighs, “Somehow he creates illusions that trick the minds of his opponents. That’s the only thing that makes sense. Once Daemon releases us we’ll probably still be in that room. Fucking bastard,” he cusses.

Eijirou can’t believe how smart Bakugou is to put that together.

Then another thought hits him, “Daemon said he and “the adults” would handle what’s happening?”

Aoyama realizes the same thing Eijirou does as soon as he finishes speaking and Bakugou had reached the same conclusion the moment Daemon had said it.

Daemon is either not the only Vongola in USJ or there are heroes at the scene.

Judging by the way they’re still in this illusion, if they believe Bakugou, the former is correct.

All seems lost. Thirteen has accidently sucked themself in because of the warp villain’s quirk. The only thing they can hope for is Iida Tenya to get outside the USJ and get help.

That’s the reason why Shouji Mezou wraps himself around the mist that is the warp villain, even if it feels like sandpaper against his skin as it struggles against him. He needs to buy time. Just enough to let Iida escape.

Mezou watches as the mist runs off and Uraraka Ochako manages to slap her hands on the gear of the villain and the mist floats up to the ceiling. Sero Hanta attaches his tape to the villain’s gear and uses the momentum to launch the villain farther.

It works, Mezou thinks incredulously. Iida is off and out of USJ to get help. All they all have to do is hold out against all those villains. Easier said than done. Mezou turns and prepares himself for some kind of fight, his limbs turning to ears and eyes to look out for anything coming their way.

Imagine his surprise when there’s an iron box that appears in the ceiling to where the mist is heading, and the box closes in on itself like magic, trapping the mist inside. The students gape.

“Please tell me you saw that too,” Satou Rikidou whispers.

Ashido Mina, still by Thirteen’s side, nods rapidly, paling, “Oh my god we’re going insane.”

“That would be my doing,” a female voice comments from behind them, “Thank you making Kurogiri’s capture easy. Are any of you injured?”

Satou, Mezou, Ashido, Sero, and Uraraka turn with wide eyes and see a petite woman with purple hair and a familiar mask on her face.

“...Sp..SPADE?!” Uraraka shrieks.

Mezou is just as surprised but forces one of his mouths to answer, “No… only Thirteen.”

Spade nods to herself and approaches Thirteen’s body, the side that Ashido isn’t on, slamming her trident into the ground and they watch with wide eyes as Thirteen’s suit mends itself before their very eyes, “It’s a temporary solution but it will keep Thirteen stable.”

Satou gapes, “What are you doing here?”

Spade tilts her head to the side a bit, “We do not condone any attacks to innocent minors.”

Sero is staring, “But how did you get here? How did you know the villains would be here?”

Mezou thanks Sero for asking the questions he couldn’t even think of.

Spade turns her head to Sero and seems to stare at him through the holes of her mask before saying, “That isn’t something I can disclose to you. But if you try to resist or attack me I will be forced to do to you what I did to Kurogiri.”

She says it so bluntly that it almost doesn’t seem like a threat, but it very clearly is when the iron box lands beside Spade and all they can hear is clunking from inside the box.

“My quirk!” Kurogiri cries, “What did you do?”

Spade tilts her head, almost mockingly, “Did you think that we wouldn’t do our own research? There’s a quirk inhibitor, the same they use for children with volatile quirks. You won’t be able to do anything from the inside.”

Chills run down Mezou’s spine as indigo flares around Spade for a brief second.

“Give it up. You deserve nothing less for bringing these children into a conflict that has nothing to do with them.”

Aizawa Shouta feels the panic hit hard as he goes through the villains around him. There are sounds of fighting from all sides of the USJ and the fact that there is such noise means his students are out there. Out there fighting. His inexperienced first year students who are only fifteen. His intervals of erasing are getting shorter and shorter and the ring leader has yet to make his move. All Shouta can hope for is someone getting back up from the outside.

Just because their little leader isn’t moving doesn’t mean Shouta trusts him not to move. So, when Shouta sees the hand covered male approach he slams into him. That’s his mistake.

Shouta’s elbow burns. Shouta has experienced pain before but nothing quite like this. The only thing keeping him up and fighting is the adrenaline distracting him from his disintegrating elbow. At least Shouta knows that the leader’s quirk is.

“Your quirk… it’s not good in long group battles, huh?” the leader’s voice grates against Shouta’s ears and the villains still coming after him don’t help. “This is kinda different from your usual work, right? You specialize in quick sneak attacks, yet you jumped right into this fight. You hoping to make the kids feel safe?” he asks. “How admirable…” he trails off.

Shouta feels the presence behind him too late, “By the way, Hero… I’m not the boss here.”

Shouta sees a grotesque monster with its brain exposed for less a second before he’s knocked backwards.

Shouta feels warm when he opens his eyes and can’t hide his surprise when he sees a bright wall of orange flames separating Shouta and a man standing in front of him from the monster that tried to squish his arm like a gusher.

He recognizes that power.

“It’s been a long time Eraserhead,” the warm and confidant voice states and Shouta doesn’t doubt that the man is smiling. “I’m sorry I was so late. I was giving your boss a little warning.”

Shouta glares but doesn’t activate his quirk, giving his eyes a break when he can, “Giotto,” he grates out, “What are you doing here?”

Giotto finally turns, in his suit, dress shoes, cape, and all, tilting his head. “I heard the cries of children being targeted and had me and my group jump in?” he asks rhetorically. “Your students are all safe. We’ve taken care of them.”

There’s a loud shriek and Shouta peers past the orange flames to see the leader peel himself off the floor. “Why the fuck are the Vongola here?!” he yells into the air. “Kurogiri! Explain!” he demands.

Nothing happens for a moment and the leader looks around wildly, “Kurogiri!”

Giotto steps forward. “Unfortunately, Shigaraki Tomura, Kurogiri has been restrained by Spade. You have no means of escape. Give it up and turn yourself in Shigaraki,” Giotto demands coldly

Shigaraki stills for a second before scratching wildly at his neck, blood settling beneath the villain’s fingernails, but he doesn’t care. “None of this is going right! It’s game over… game over…” he says to himself.

Giotto steps forward, releasing the flame wall, “Shigaraki-”

“Noumu!” Shigaraki yells to the idle creature who had stopped after finding no way to its target, “get me Kurogiri!”

The Noumu disappears in a flash and Giotto flares orange flames into the ceiling, “Spade!” he yells in warning, the warning somehow echoing into the speakers of the USJ, “The creature is coming your way!”

There’s a tense silence and a faint roar before Noumu returns with an iron box and smashes it open, letting the black mist suitingly named Kurogiri out.

“Boss!” Spade’s voice is overhead, “I’m sorry the-”

Giotto cuts her off, “That’s fine. I need a status report from everyone now.”

Spade starts off, “I have five students, Thirteen, and one student who managed to escape to get help.”

“I've extremely got my eyes on one!” and there’s only one person that could be.

“I have two herbivores,” there was literally one person in existence who used wording like that.

“I've got three too,” a lazier distorted voice drawled with a following yawn. “What took everyone so long?”

“Quiet!” a rougher voice snapped immediately, “Damn brat… I have two over here,” the voice said calmly at the end, “That's fourteen.”

A laugh came over the speakers, “Maa, maa, I've got three at the flood!”

“Kufufu,” a creepy chuckle came next, “I have three fledglings.”

Shouta realizes at that moment that Giotto was serious. This is the first time since the Vongola’s first appearance that all of them have been gathered together in public.

“That makes twenty,” Giotto says, turning to Shigaraki, not looking phased with the Noumu and Kurogiri by the leader’s side. “We’ve also taken care of all the villains. What do you plan to do Shigaraki?” Giotto’s charismatic voice rings throughout the USJ, “All Might isn’t here.”

Kurogiri recoils, “How do you know what our intentions were?”

Giotto’s hands glow a soft orange, “Does that matter? You should be worrying about your lives,” the man says coldly as he steps forward.

“Wait!” Shigaraki yells, “You understand, don’t you? You and your group are going out stopping crime around Japan because you feel the same way! The false peace All Might represents! People are complacent because of him! That’s why you’re vigilantes!” Shigaraki throws his hands out, “We’re after the same thing Giotto! Join us in creating a new era of justice!”

For a second, Shouta sees the logic but then sees the holes. He sees how Shigaraki has jumped from A to Z at the speed of light. But for a second, fear strikes Shouta when he thinks Giotto may take Shigaraki’s deal.

Giotto’s voice is full emotion as he responds, “The Vongola exists to stop the crime that the heroes can’t spot doing their work. Dealing with the crimes that the heroes can’t touch because of laws and regulations. All Might may have made people more complacent as the symbol of peace, but All Might means well and is also a symbol of hope. Taking that away would be detrimental to society in Japan for the worse, Shigaraki.” Giotto is practically heaving with anger, “The Vongola will never stand with the League of Villains!”

It’s silent for a long moment.

“Noumu, destroy him.”

In a flash Noumu is in front of Giotto and Shouta desperately activates his quirk to stop the Noumu.

Shouta realizes how unnecessary his actions are when Giotto holds his hands up in front of him and a shower of orange flames stop the Noumu in its tracks. Shouta can’t believe his eyes when the Noumu is encased in ice.

There’s a deafening silence after the creature’s dying shrieks are cut off. Giotto steps back calmly, “Asari.”

Footsteps reach Shouta’s ears and he turns to see Asari running up, sword in hand, towards the Noumu. Blue flames encase Asari’s sharp katana and Asari stabs it through the ice and through the Noumu’s brain. Asari pulls back with one quick motion and steps back until he’s standing to the left of Giotto.

“You cheated…” Shigaraki’s vicious whisper echoes, “Getting involved in something that has nothing to do with you and you used a gameshark to win,” his eyes glare heatedly at Giotto, “You’ll pay for this Vongola!”

Shigaraki recklessly runs forward towards Giotto but Asari immediately steps forward to shield his boss. Turns out, it’s a useless gesture because a bullet goes through Shigaraki’s hand.

Heads turn. Heroes are finally at the USJ.

“Ahhh they’re here,” Shigaraki curses, “game over. Guess we gotta try again another time, Kurogiri,” he says as he walks closer to Kurogiri.

More bullets go through Shigaraki and despite Snipe’s valiant efforts, Shigaraki and Kurogiri manage to escape.

There’s a hand on Shouta’s shoulder, “Your allies are here Eraserhead. I apologize that Spade, nor I was able to get you and Thirteen out unscathed but hopefully your students should be okay.”

Shouta glares at Giotto, “You’re not getting out of this,” he says with his quirk activated, “You know too much about whatever the League of Villains is. You’re not getting away.”

Asari has the gall to laugh at Shouta, “Sorry we don’t owe you anything!” Asari says cheerfully. Then there’s short swords pinning Shouta to his spot against the fountain and floor by his clothes. Asari’s voice goes cold, “You really don’t want to be our enemy.”

“Asari,” Giotto scolds.

A wall of indigo blue mist appears behind the vigilantes and Asari steps through it first, the mist swallowing him up.

Giotto steps back into the mist slowly, “I apologize for him… but I’d be wary about the League of Villains. They aren’t going to give up on All Might.” The mist surrounds Giotto like a hug, “Make sure that he’s going to be ready if they come.”

“Wait!” Shouta hears Ectoplasm growl as Giotto gets completely covered by the mist but by the time Ectoplasm gets there, Giotto is gone.

“Damn it,” Ectoplasm curses as he puts his hand up to his earpiece, “Giotto got away.” The man pauses before a stressed sigh leaves his mouth, “They all got away. You doing okay Eraser?”

Shouta just frowns, “Go check up on the students.”

Shouta has to figure out all the implications of that.

Sorry this took so long! I really struggled with getting this out and the USJ arc isn’t even fully done with all of this.

I have a little request for some help! I need help trying to give Miura Haru and Kurokawa Hana a quirk. Something that fits with the canon of KHR and matches the character. I'll credit you for the quirk! Thank you for reading and all suggestions!

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Ouran High School Host Club REVIEW:

Hello there, everybody. My name is JoyofCrimeArt and welcome to the first cartoon review in my month long "Deviant-cember." event. For those of you who don't know every Friday for the rest of December I will be posting a new cartoon review, because I really enjoy making these reviews and hopefully you really enjoy reading them. Plus why not make something extra for the month of December. I mean all of those Youtubers are doing it. Anyway, I think I've gotten a bit off track, it's review time! So a couple months ago my little brother decided to randomly pick a show off of Netflix and start watching it. After he saw the first episode he decided to ask me if I was interested in watching it with him. This show was none other than the 2006 anime series "Ouran High School Host Club!"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S1SxNoqhwHA

For those who are unaware, "Ouran High School Host" is an anime series produced by Studio Bones and based on the long running manga by Bisco Hartori. This manga series seems to be pretty big in Japan as this series not only got an anime adaptation but also a live action series that aired on the Japanese version of TBS. And THAT series was apparently popular enough to warrant a live action film based on the series to be created. I didn't even know that Japan even had any live action shows! Like what!? Man, what will those Japanese people think of next... Anyway Ouran High School Host Club is a comedy anime that pokes fun at the Shojo genre of anime and manga. The Shojo genre seems to be defined as, quote "Them anime's where people don't spend all of there time powering up, fighting, and blowing stuff up." I didn't even know that Japan even had any anime like that! Like what!? Man, what will those Japanese people think of next...All jokes aside Shojo is apparently anime that is mainly targeted mainly at teenage girls. I've never seen any other "Shojo" anime before this but if this parody series in indication I would guess it features a lot of roses, fancy outfits, and flamboyant men. But enough background information, let's talk about the series plot! The series focuses on Haruhi Fujinoka, a first year high school student who is attending the illustrious private school Ouran Academy on scholarship. (SIDE NOTE: the show makes a big deal about, even though we actually only see our main characters actually DOING schoolwork in like two episodes out of the twenty six. And even in those episodes all we see are characters do is like a fitness exam and planning a school fair. Like does anybody actually do like, math and stuff at this school? Like, I know this show is about an after school club and all, but dang! Okay tangent over.) Everything is going well until Haruhi accidentally walks into the room of the Ouran High School Host Club. Now, I know what you may be wondering if you aren't Japanese or haven't seen this show before, "What is a host club?" Now, I'm not going to say that I'm an expert on the subject or anything but based on my limited research a host club is basically a less sexual and gender flipped version of a Hooters. There basically bars or clubs that feature attractive men who's job is to charm and flirt with female customers. This show takes that idea and just puts it into a high school and removes the alcohol. Haruhi accidentally knocks over a vase that belongs to the club and, since this is a precious private school owned entirely by rich people, the vase is valued at 8,000,000 yen, or a about 70,561 dollars American (give or take inflation. Thanks Google!) And thus, Haruhi is forced to work at the host club in order to pay off her debt but, shocking twist, Haruhi is actually a girl! Wah Wah Wah! So now Haruhi has to disguise herself as a man in order to work of her debt to the host club, and many shenanigans ensue!

(You know that the vase is going to break because they have an arrow pointing at it for the entire scene before Haruhi breaks it. It's because the show thinks that if there wasn't an arrow pointing at the vase, we might forget that the vase is important.) So let's talk about the members of the host club. First we have Haruhi. She's smart, hardworking, and independent to a fault. She acts as the straight man of the group and honestly she serves that role perfectly. Her default emotion ninety percent of the time seems to just be "indifference," and I mean that in the best possible way. Her deadpan attitude acts as a perfect foil for the other members of the host club. That being said it's not like she's a static character, as she does show emotion when a scene calls for it. Without Haruhi down to earth attitude the show would not work at all, as without it the show would just become to zany. You really need that voice of reason character to balance out the wackiness, even in a show as silly as this. Also, while I don't know how much this applies in the Japanese version her American voice actress, Caitlin Glass, does an excellent job delivering her lines as this character. Also yes, I did watch this show dubbed and not subbed and that is because I am a FILTHY CASUAL PLEBE! Next we have Tamaki, the leader and co founder of the host club. Tamaki is very much the dumb but beautiful type of character. He's self absorbed, though it seems to come less from a place of ego and more from just a place of ignorance. And despite him being so self absorbed he isn't selfish. He is shown to be a kind person who cares deeply about helping people, which does keep him likable. Tamaki is just such a passionate character it's hard for you as the viewer to not get as passionate as he is. He has a crush on Haruhi, which is obvious to everybody except himself. Many episodes focus on him trying to impress her, or focusing on his jealousy of anybody else who wants to get close to Haruhi, leading to many comedic situations. The obvious irony here is that Tamaki is in love with the only girl in the school who isn't madly in love with him. Like for real, every other girl in the school just melts in his hand, except for Haruhi. This is something I simply do not get, Tamaki is a doofus. I just don't see the attraction.

I mean sure he's attractive, I guess! What with that shaggy blond hair, and those deep blue eyes...that look like two glistening pools of water in the moonlight. And he does have a sort of innocent boyish charm to him...and those luscious, kissable lips....I-Ugh, what was I talking about again? Oh yeah, the review! Hehe, um...Where was I again? Also in the dub Tamaki is voiced by none other then Vic Mignogna. Most people would probably recognize him as Eric Elric from "Full Metal Alchemist" but the role that I most recognize him from is Uncle Qrow from "RWBY." QROW IS TAMAKI GUYS! I WILL NEVER BE ABLE TO TAKE QROW SERIOUSLY AGAIN!

Then we have Kyouya, the other co-founder of the host club. He's in charge of all of the planning and actual day to day running of the host club. He also acts as a straight man for the group, though not as much as Haruhi. He's cold and calculated, being in the club more business reasons as oppose to Tamaki who does it in order to make women happy. He's an excellent foil for Tamaki and an excellent tool for exposition for the writers, because he always does extensive background checks on literally every character in the series because, well, he's kinda a creep. Though in all serious he is a good character, especially as we get to learn more about him and get past his calculating exterior, as we learn he truly does have a soft side. Then we have twins Hikaru and Karou, who are in the club in order to appeal to guest who attracted to a certain, specific, type of yaoi....And this has gotten weird already if you get what I'm saying. Though to be fair it is left a bit vague how much of there "brotherly love." is real and how much is just an act for there clients. They are mischievous and overall pretty awful people overall, doing really jerky things pretty much just for the fun of it. Luckily they do get character development over time that fixes this a little, but yeah. They look completely identical to each other and act pretty much the same for the first half of the series too. There's even an episode where the dye there hair differently so it'd be easier to tell them apart.

(...I think this how Akira Toriyama got his inspiration for the "Future Trunks Arc" of Dragonball Super.) They do however start to divulge more in the second half with Hikaru being more rash and more of a jerk while Karou being a bit kinder and more sensitive. But don't worry, if you think that that's the last of the awkward and possibly unfortunate implications this show presents, you'd be way off- -Cause we also have Honey! He's a seventeen year old who's whole gimmick is that he both looks and acts like a five year old...God damn it, Japan. Okay to be fair the girls in the host club don't seem to actually seem to be "attracted" to him per say, they seem to just like to fangirl over how cute he is. So at least there's that. Honey is the cute one of the host club, who loves naps, stuffed animals, and cakes. While the anime gives no explanation on why Honey looks and acts the way he does the creator of the original manga gives one, and it's the dumbest answer ever. Bisco Hatori has jokes the reason Honey looks and acts so young is because Honey was born on February 29th, and thus only ages every four years. Well played Hatori, well played. There's also the host club manager, Renge. Now according to Tvtropes at least, she's kinda a base breaker character, meaning people either love her or hate her. I personally love her, but I totally understand how people might find her annoying. She's doesn't really serve much purpose to most of the plot, probably because she was only in one chapter of the manga. She's an insane Otaku who's only real purpose is to be genre savvy. She also always rises from the grown on a platform powered by a powerful motor. Even when there outside or something. Don't ask, there is no explanation.

...Oh, there's also Mori. Yup. Mori's was definitely there too.

here are some other characters, like Nekozawa, Haruhi's dad, and Zuka club but I don't want to go into all of those characters here. I don't want to spoil the entire show. Oh! I almost forget everybody's favorite side character, John Cena Senpai!

(All credit to twitter.com/thaniasenpai for the original tweet/joke.) If there was one word that I would use to describe this show it would be "farcical." This is a really frickin' silly, especially in the first half. There's lots of yelling, over exaggerated facial expressions, and even some fourth wall jokes. Also this show has this weird thing with banana peels. Like y'know how in most slapstick comedies you'll see a character eating a banana, and then they'll drop the peel and later on some character will slip on it. This show just skips the set up and just has them slipping on the peel from the get go. The banana peels seem to just, kinda spawn. It's really kooky. The comedy is definitely over the top, but it's a really fun kind of over the top that I found to be very enjoyable personally. When your "Alice and Wonderland" episode of your show is actually one of the more serious episodes, I think it says something about the tone of your story.

(Example of Kooky.) About half way through the series the show starts to change in tone slightly. The show still remains goofy all the way through, (That image above me is actually a shot from one of the last scenes of the last episode.) but we start to get some more serious episodes mixed in with the silly ones, or episodes that have both silly and serious elements to them. We start to get more backstory on the various members of the host club and it's actually pretty effective the majority of the time. It's really weird because you wouldn't expect the show to go off in that direction but I think it's good that it did. They know not to ever make things get to heavy and give us just enough drama to be drawn into the story a bit more without substituting the shows original appeal, which is the comedy. We see the characters open up and develop as time goes on, becoming more complex and interesting. Honestly after watching all twenty six episodes of this show I didn't really have much to complain about. The only problems the show has is that the jokes don't always land and some of the unfortunate implications. And I don't just mean the stuff I mentioned earlier with Honey and the twins. When you get right down to it a lot of the host clubs antics, if placed in a less comedic setting would be a lot more creepy. Like how Tamaki claims himself as Haruhi's "Daddy." and tries to stop her from having any romantic relationship with someone else, and is kinda forcing Haruhi into his weird love club until she starts to actually start enjoying the club, almost like stockholm syndrome. Now obviously that's not the implication we're suppose to take away from all of this, as the show's tounge and cheek attitude prevents any of this stuff from getting too weird, and the bond between Haruhi and the members of the host club are genuine, I'm just saying that there's an great darker and edgier horror movie in here waiting to be made! So in conclusion is Ouran High School Host Club the greatest anime ever made? Yes. IN YOUR FACE "Hayao Miyazaki!" No, while Ouran High School Host Club may not be the greatest anime ever made by any stretch, I found it surprisingly enjoyable. It has great characters, good comedy, and a surprisingly well told and heart warming story. I think a lot of the parody and and some of the weird implications the series would work a bit better if I know more Japanese culture and the shojo genre, but regardless I do think it's a good show that is worth watching. This show will not be for everybody. It's comedy may be seen as "too goofy" for some, some of the implications might be a bit squicky for some people, and some people may not be able to get over how flamboyant and cheesy it is. But if your willing to look past all of that, and your just in the mood for a silly, nonsensical farce featuring a lot over the top characters, a lot of yaoi overtones, and a lot, and I mean a lot of roses, Ouran Highschool Host Club might just be the show to give you all of that, plus maybe a little bit more. While the show is no longer available on Netflix it is still available on Hulu both subbed and dubbed. You can also watch the series on Funimation.com for free, or buy the series on DVD and blu-ray. Check if the show sounds interesting to you maybe check it out. It'll most likely be time well spent. So that's my review of Ouran High School Host Club. Have you seen the show? What do you think of it? Feel free to tell me your thoughts in the comments down bellow. Even if you disagree with my opinion I'd love to hear yours. Feel free to fav, follow and comment on this post if you liked the review. And don't forget to come back next week for the second review in my multi-part "Deviant-cember." where I'll be talking about the 1992 Holiday "classic" Frosty Returns. See you guys then and have a great day.

(And here we have Tamaki, about to break through Wall Maria, releasing the titans onto the citizens of the Shiganshina District.) (I do not own any of the images or videos in this review all credit goes to there original owners.)

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Eurovision 2019, final thoughts

So! Eurovision ended a week ago! I think it was a good show, do you?

I usually do this earlier, but I had a busy week, and couldn’t find time to sit down and type this all out. As much as I love talking about Eurovision, making these posts takes a while....I know I could just skip doing it, but I feel like the season isn’t over for me until I put all my thoughts on the final out there after the fact. It’s a habit at this point. *shrugs*

Like I said, I think this was a pretty good Eurovision. There wasn’t a whole lot to be frustrated about and a LOT to love! I’m not sure how I’d compare it to other recent contests - maaaaybe a bit better than last year? Only by virtue of having no songs I outright dreaded listening to, and a stronger top five favorites? And maybe better than two years ago, for having a winner I agree with? Not as good as 2016, though....but anyway! That’s all off the top of my head, so I’m not treating that as fact. I don’t really like comparing contests all that much.

So let’s just take a look at the final for a bit, and see how we did!

So, maybe it was because I was distracted by my liveblogging, but at first, I didn’t feel like the presentation was anything spectacular this year. The hosts were passable, but not particularly entertaining. There weren’t any moments that made me burst out laughing that weren’t exclusive to the BBC commentary I watched the two semifinals with.

But then the final happened, and WOO, I was blown away! Hoooooly crap did they go all out with the spectacle! It wasn’t the BEST I’d ever seen, but it was really fun! No matter how many times I hear people say the flag ceremony is useless padding, I can’t help but enjoy it every single time, due to all the creative ways it’s done every year. And I ADORED the intervals! The part with Mans, Conchita, Verka, and Eleni singing each other’s songs was pure flipping genius. It sounded great, too! Seriously, I DEMAND a full version of Mans’ take on “Fuego”, that was my favorite part! True, Verka showing up did make Ukraine’s absence from the contest more obvious, but that’s only a nitpick, and it was already clear that they originally did have every intention of participating...And then there was Madonna. Maybe I’m biased here because not only am I American and am used to her music, but I thought she fit in just fine with her brand of weirdness, especially with that second song she sang. What even WAS that. XD Yeah, it got pretty repetitive....but at least we got “Like A Prayer”. I like that song.

Pretty much the only thing that I didn’t care for in the final was the new way the televotes were read out. Instead of starting from the country that got the least points and working up to the one that got the most, they started with the country with the least points AT THE TIME, and working up the scoreboard. It was really jarring and confusing, and even though it doesn’t change the results at all, I don’t see why they changed it! The old way was perfectly fine! If anything, the old way was MORE suspenseful, since we had no idea what the order was gonna be!

...But on the other hand, I guess for at least THIS year, the new system worked out OK, since using the old one would’ve meant saving Norway for last once it became obvious they had no chance of winning....b-but STILL!

On to the songs, I really did love this lineup. While it’s true that my two favorite songs of the entire show didn’t qualify for the final, that thought barely crossed my mind once I was watching it! The selection of songs was STILL really strong! With only one song I was indifferent to, it was impossible for me to NOT have a blast. And all things considered, my luck wasn’t that bad at all, since most of my favorites in the final did really well! Sure, one of them came in last place, but even THAT doesn’t bother me too much, since it’s offset by my FAVORITE favorite song winning the entire jury vote! There were definitely more hits then misses in here.

So, on to my thoughts on the results!

So! The Netherlands finally wins again after 44 years! Do I think they earned it?

Yeah, I think they do. While it wasn’t one of MY personal favorites of the night, “Arcade” is still a really good song. Very powerful, very emotional, great chorus, and Duncan performed it well. It is true that they didn’t win either the jury vote or the televote - instead coming in third with the juries and second in the televote - but I don’t think this is a winner that many people will have a problem with. It certainly won’t be as divisive as the last two winners have been! For me, it may have seemed like an anticlimax at that very moment, but only because Sweden was my number one favorite and I had gotten my hopes up over that. I still have no problem with this winner, and there’s not much more to say on that front.

While I do agree with the Netherlands’ victory, part of me is still kinda bummed for their runner-up, Italy, who once again have been denied a win with a really good song. What’s it gonna take for Italy to win again? They’ve been sending strong entry after strong entry, and every single time, there are entries that are even stronger. It’s unfortunate. XD But coming in second is still great, and I’d say they deserve it! They actually did a bit better than I expected!

Sergey from Russia once again comes in third, which is a detail I probably find more amusing than I should...XD After how many times I said that “Scream” isn’t as good as “You Are The Only One”, it ended up getting the same result. Well, yeah, this time he didn’t win the televote, but still, third is third!

Switzerland came in fourth, their best result since the early 90s and their first top ten finish since 2005. That’s a BIG DEAL! And I’m honestly not surprised, given all the love their entry received before the contest. A song has gotta be REALLY AWESOME for people to pay attention to Switzerland, and this one managed it! It’s a fun song that the audience loved, and I believe it’ll be hard to top this for a while. With this result, ZiBBZ have been avenged.

Rounding out the top five is Norway, who won the televote this year! I know that a lot of people hate on the juries, but they ARE there for a reason, even if their decisions can be....er, questionable....One of those being not giving Norway NEARLY enough points. But sure enough, just as I called, the public LOVED them, and saved them, pushing them to fifth place! This made me really happy, since, like a lot of people, they were one of my favorites! I loved their entry! So, seeing them win half the vote, even if it wasn’t enough for an overall victory, was still really satisfying to watch! Just like with Russia in 2016, I chose to take away from this “Yay, they won HALF THE VOTE!” instead of “DANG JURIES RUIN EVERYTHING”. As a huge fan of the song, seeing it do as well as it did, and knowing that I wasn’t in the minority for once with loving it was a treat!

Which brings us to Sweden, my favorite and also the juries’ favorite, who finished in sixth. This and the success of Austria last year really has me thinking that the juries must LOVE their gospel pop...(popel?) Maaaan, I really thought they could’ve had it! They really got my hopes up....but nope, sixth. Still good, but I thought they could’ve at LEAST come in the top five! But when it comes down to it, I like the top five we got, so...sixth it is. Sweden’s song was my absolute favorite of the night and I flipped out when they won the jury vote by two points. XD I was REALLY REALLY hoping for them to win! If they did it, they would’ve tied Ireland’s record! But it wasn’t meant to be, as the public wasn’t in love with them as I expected. Too bad! Still a good result for an amazing song! I love it to bits, and rooting for it was a real ride! ^^

Finishing in seventh is yet another one of my favorites, Azerbaijan! Not complaining about that result for them at all! Good song, good staging, and it made an impact! See what I mean about my favorite songs doing well? THREE of them placed in the top ten!

Then there’s North Macedonia....which is the first result I kinda don’t agree with. Yes, it was a sweet, inspirational song, but I really don’t think it should’ve done...that well....? I’m sorry, that’s just how I feel. I don’t think the song was THAT good, even in terms of piano ballads I liked Israel’s more....seeing how well Macedonia did with the juries was the biggest shock of the night, I’d say. Especially considering Macedonia normally have AWFUL luck at Eurovision. I’m happy they achieved their highest result ever, don’t get me wrong, but really don’t think this should’ve been the song to do that. This placing higher than their 2012 song baffles me. XD

Australia came ninth, which gets them back in the top ten but isn’t nearly as high as I expected! They seemed to be a huge hit, to the point where I thought they possibly had a chance of WINNING! Now, I didn’t AGREE with that popularity - I think the song is just alright, and the only reason it got so much attention was because it had the best staging of the show bar none, still great but this is a SONG contest - but regardless, that’s how it felt. So, I was seriously relieved when it wasn’t as much as I thought. Still a good result, and it doesn’t feel undeserved at all! Dodged a bullet there! XD

And rounding out the top ten is Iceland, another fan favorite, giving them their highest result of the 2010s, as I predicted! Well, to be specific, I predicted it’d either do that OR crash and burn live, which it thankfully didn’t. XD I respect Iceland’s entry more than I actually LIKE it, but I still like it a fair bit, and I’m happy to see it do well. It’s not the kind of music that Eurovision fans normally like, so I wasn’t expecting it to do SUPER well, so tenth is about right for it. Especially after that final performance, where it seemed like the lead singer went off beat in the second verse...Cool to see them rise above that.

Then there’s the rest of the results, which I’ll go through a bit quicker: the Czech Republic coming in eleventh doesn’t surprise me. If their performance was enough to get someone like me, who used to be indifferent to the song, to start liking it, than it’s a pretty dang good performance. Can the country keep this up? Denmark in twelfth....hmmm, that’s higher than I expected, but I’m not complaining. And Slovenia, who had the ONE song in the final that I don’t particularly care about, placed thirteenth....not exactly sure what happened there, but I’m CLEARLY in the minority, so ignore me.

But why did Slovenia do better than France!? Why didn’t France do better!? C’mon, what happened!? It was such a good song, so deep, so meaningful....I liked it, and I thought for SURE more people would vote for it....but eh. Still not a COMPLETE flop, and that’s what matters.

Cyprus and Malta did about as well as I expected them to, but I wanted Malta to do a bit better. I liked their song and staging a lot. But, eh, going first has its disadvantages, one of which being that ANYONE has a chance to overshadow you. And Cyprus, fun song but PLEASE don’t pull this again next year...we want variety!

Serbia was one I really liked, but yeah, I didn’t expect it to do super well, so I’m not surprised at their result. Still a good song. Albania actually did a little better than I thought, since being a more surprise qualifier to me meant that I expected them to place towards the bottom! So even this, even 18th, is better than that! Don’t get me wrong, I still liked them, but I considered them a lost cause, pretty much. Estonia was another one I wanted to do better, but am not surprised at their result. Good song, but the staging was on the blander side. In this contest, you needed to stand out a bit more.

San Marino, my friend’s favorite, placed in 20th, which is still their best result ever! Not only that, but they did pretty dang well in the televotes! Woo! Nothing to complain about there! Would’ve been cool to see them do even better, but eh, that would’ve taken a miracle. XD Greece....eh, about what I expected. This was a strong final, so “good, but not great” songs fell short. Spain, I REALLY thought would do better, considering how much FUN that song was.....dunno what happened there. The performance was great, too! But, well, guess it’s just another year for Spain. A real shame....they deserved more. They were WAY underrated.

Another one that was underrated was Israel. True, not everyone likes that kind of music, but the man could SING! Just based on that, he deserved more than what he got!

Germany....getting nul from the televote, only being saved from last place by the juries? Yeah, that’s about what I expected. I actually predicted they could possibly be last, and I didn’t even dislike their song! I liked it! It had good lyrics! But yeah, a song like that being performed so early was a death sentence, doomed to be lost in the shuffle.

And finally, we come to the bottom two....and wouldn’t ya know it, they’re my other two favorites. Yeah, my top five consisted of three top ten finishes, and these two. What a split.....

Though to be fair, yeah, Belarus’ song was NOT for everyone. I love it for how catchy and fun it is, but if you think it’s annoying, that’s fine. Heck, I was surprised it even managed to qualify for the final. I thought it was doomed. XD I wouldn’t be surprised if it only barely managed to squeak through. So, I was happy enough just having it there in the final, so having it flop like this? It’s fine.

The UK, on the other hand....

.....I swear, this only happened BECAUSE it’s the UK. It’s gotta be that.

That, or the fact that they stuck it between Iceland and Norway. Because dangit, “Bigger Than Us”. Was. A. Good. Dang. Song. FIGHT ME. (please don’t fight me) It was a powerful song! It was grand! It was....well, BIG! And the singer had a REALLY good voice! He SOLD it! The only reason I can think of for people to not like it was if they think the lyrics are cheesy? But that’s part of the appeal!! And it is NOT the worst offender of that!

The UK coming in last is my biggest complaint with the results, but overall, there’s not much TO complain about here! I think most of the results are good! This year saw countries that are often overlooked in Eurovision doing the best they’ve done in years! And my favorite almost flipping won! And I agree with the actual winner, and....overall, it was satisfying!

So....that’s all I gotta say. I had a lot of fun with Eurovision 2019, but it’s now time for me to look away.

See you next year in the Netherlands!

#eurovision #opinions

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dashiellqvverty · 5 years

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Doctor Who for the ask meme (RTD era or the whole of New Who, your choice)

i’m gonna go with the whole of new who bc i DO have some soft spots for a little of moffat era (and chibnall, but hopefully thirteen gets more developed) but lets be real most of the positives are gonna be RTD

the character i least understand - okay not gonna give a moffat era for this one because that would be too easy (eleven, river, amy, missy). i’ve been thinking over this one forever and i seriously can’t decide on an RTD character (although i’m sure eventually i could think of one) but i’m gonna go with Thirteen. i love her a lot so what i mean by i don’t understand her is that i don’t feel like i fully know Who She Is yet like she’s not as fully realized as the previous doctors and i hope she gets the chance to be

interactions i enjoyed the most - TEN AND DONNA

the character who scares me the most - hmm i mean the show hasn’t really scared me other than a few one-off monsters (or monsters who SHOULD have been one-offs) and i wouldn’t call those *characters.* i guess the master?? i do love john simms as the master and for all it’s flaws i LOVE the s3 finale, and he’s great in the end of time too

the character who is mostly like me - god i don’t know honestly i’ve never really projected onto any dw characters?? okay this is so cursed but. twelve only because i headcanon him as autistic. hes AWFUL at first but by the end of clara’s run i love him a lot

hottest looks character - oh this is very hard bc i am very bi. but i’ll do one male & female so uhhh. ten and clara (but i can’t NOT mention jack harkness either)

one thing i dislike about my fave character - i love martha to death but i also definitely understand criticism of her being too in love with the doctor. like it’s Bad Writing and everything else about her is SO good but i can’t just always pretend the bad writing wasn’t there, and her character did tend to get reduced to being in love with ten which gets annoying

one thing i like about my hated character - this is tough bc when i first got into the show i actually watched all the eleven & amy seasons before going back to the beginning, so i loved a lot of characters who i now hate and i’m still attached to a lot of things about them. i’ll pick eleven because i’ve grown to hate him SO much but i did love the kind of joy and wonder he was driven by in season five especially

a quote or scene that haunts me - LOVE the time lord victorious speech like i think i always remember it as longer and a little more powerful than it actually is but i love waters of mars so much

a death that left me indifferent - i mean at the time i’m sure river’s death affected me but oh my god i don’t care. wait shit she’s not dead shes like doing a san junipero thing. moffat all your characters are garbage and you won’t kill any of them. except Danny Pink and his death was really shitty fridging but he was also never developed enough as a character for me to be really upset so that’s my answer

a character i wish died but didn’t - okay this doesn’t really answer the question but go with me here. i LOVED clara’s exit but then the doctor magically remembered her in the special where twelve regenerated. and i think he should’ve stayed forgetting her bc it just fully erases all the emotional stakes and what i loved abut the ending. also just any moffat character bc he’s a coward.

my ship that never sailed - clara/every woman she interacted with (but especially Journey), and also Thasmin but there’s still time for that so chris chibnall needs to give the people what we want

#sorry this took SO LONG i have a LOT OF THOUGHTS #dw #long post /#meetrebeccabunch

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TTS: Part 28 (Liam x MC)

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PAIRINGS: Riley (MC) x OC, Riley (MC) x Liam, Liam x Riley (MC) x OC, Olivia x Drake, Bertrand x Savannah, Maxwell x OC

SUMMARY: Some time with Liam was exactly what Riley needed. But why is Bastien being so cold toward her?

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5/12/18 - Please don't hate me. :( *goes to hide*

PART 28 - This Had Heartbreak Written All Over It

Riley had gotten back to the Beaumont Estate a little before four o’clock. She was still a bit overwhelmed by her encounter with Paul, and wanted to calm herself down before her meeting with Liam that evening. On the cab ride back to the estate, she’d run the scenario through her mind, and she couldn’t figure out where things had gone wrong. Paul had always been so kind and patient with her. Today, she saw a different side of him – a side that scared her a little.

When she entered, Andy had been waiting for her on the living room couch. “So, how’d it go?” she asked, looking up from the magazine she had been reading.

“You can tell me you told me so,” Riley said in exasperation, flinging herself onto the couch next to Andy. “He didn’t want closure after all . . . turns out he just wanted me,” she sighed.

“I take it that means it didn’t go well at all,” she said, throwing the magazine onto the coffee table.

“It was horrible,” she murmured. “He kissed me, and then I bit him . . . it was an awful mess. You were absolutely right, he took everything the wrong way,” she sighed.

“I’m sorry it didn’t go how you thought it would,” she whispered. “I didn’t want to be right about it though,” she shrugged. “I just . . . I know how guys are . . . and I know I never really liked Paul, but I just figured he wouldn’t take ending things quite as well as you had thought he would. He’s an attorney. I figured he might play a little dirty,” she said.

“I never saw it coming,” she said sadly. “He was always so wonderful . . .. until he wasn’t,” she said sadly. “I was so angry I told him that I never wanted to see him again . . . I basically told him to lose my number.”

“Well, I’m a firm believer that once a relationship is over, so is the friendship. I mean, that’s why you break up with someone right? You don’t want to have to deal with their bull shit anymore,” she reasoned.

“I didn’t see it that way,” she said sadly. “But, you know, maybe this is a good thing. Maybe the only way he can move on and accept the break up is if we cut ties. Cold turkey, ya know?”

“Mmhm,” Andy murmured. “Why do you think I’m no longer friends with any of my exes,” she rationalized.

Riley laughed. “I suppose you’re right . . . I guess I feel a little better about things. I just feel so stupid . . . I guess I was too optimistic about things.”

“Don’t even worry about Paul, Ri. He’s old news,” she smiled. “Besides, don’t you have an uber romantic night planned with Liam?” She winked at her.

“Stop,” she said laughing. “I do . . . and I’m actually really grateful that after such a crummy day, I’ll get to spend time with him,” she smiled. “I’m going to miss him so much,” she admitted.

“You don’t have to go you know? We can always extend this little stay indefinitely,” she smiled. “I mean, I wouldn’t mind it,” she chuckled.

Riley whacked Andy on the shoulder. “Don’t tempt me . . . there’s just so much to figure out back home, you know? I hope I still have an assistant when I get back. I’ve been so bad,” she murmured. “Alicia definitely deserves that promotion after covering for me these last few weeks.”

“Have you thought about how things were going to go once we get back?” Andy asked seriously.

Riley shook her head. “Nope . . . honestly I think we’re just going to play things by ear. You and Maxwell?”

“I think he’s still in denial. He’s out with Drake right now running some errands. We’re doing our own dinner tonight,” she smiled lightly. “I’m gonna miss him a whole bunch, too,” she acknowledged.

“What a mess we are,” Riley chuckled. “Two hopeless romantics without a plan,” she laughed.

Just as Andy was about to respond, the obnoxious doorbell rang.

A broad grin spread across Riley’s face. “And I guess that’s my ride,’ she smiled.

“Hey . . . don’t have too much sex, alright?”

“ANDY. Worry about your own sex life, thank you very much,” Riley nudged her shoulder before standing up. “I’ll see you later tonight . . .”

“Are you sure?” Andy arched her eyebrows.

Riley laughed, “I can’t spend the night at the palace . . . what a scandal that would be,” she murmured. “Don’t forget to start packing, okay? We don’t want to rush everything tomorrow morning.”

“Okay, mom,” she said throwing one of the throw pillows at her. “Go have fun!”

Riley opened the door, just as Bastien was about to ring the doorbell again. “Sorry,” she mumbled. “I was just telling Andy goodbye,” she explained.

He nodded politely, allowing her to walk down the steps ahead of him. She reached the black SUV, and waited for him to unlock the door. He was quiet, but then again, Bastien was always a man of very little words.

“Lady Riley,” Bastien said politely as he opened the SUV’s door for her.

“Thank you,” she said brightly, climbing into the backseat. “I appreciate you always being so accommodating with driving me. I really could have taken a cab or made some other arrangements,” she explained.

“It’s my job,” he said a bit shortly, catching her off guard.

“Well, of course, I know that,” she said soberly. “I just wanted you to know how grateful I am for you helping coordinate the time I get to spend with Liam. It’s meant a lot to me,” she said softly.

Bastien didn’t respond, he just slammed the door shut before hopping into the driver’s seat.

She couldn’t pinpoint why he seemed so cross with her. He had been pleasant on their last encounter. Was he upset about her spending so much time with Liam? Or maybe Liam had talked with him about the situation with Paul? Could he have been upset that she was going back to New York? She hardly thought of Bastien as the type of person to get involved with the King’s personal affairs, but considering he was now working closely alongside Liam, maybe he did have more of an opinion about how Liam spent his time.

“How did Liam’s conference call with the French ambassador go?” She tried to make some small talk to diffuse the awkwardness of the situation.

“Very well,” he said shortly. She had determined at that point that he wasn’t in the mood for small talk, and she didn’t exactly feel like dealing with rejection for the next half an hour, but perhaps something was wrong? Maybe she had offended him in some way?

“Is everything okay, Bastien?”

“Everything is fine, Lady Riley,” this time, his voice was a bit softer . . . almost disappointed.

Riley leaned back against the leather seat, resigned that talking just wasn’t going to happen between the two of them, and that was okay. As long as he was taking her to Liam, she could deal with the uncomfortable silence.

When they arrived at the palace, Riley was surprised at how empty it seemed. For being a weekday, she expected it to be bustling with staffers. However, it was eerily calm. Maybe he’d sent the entire staff home early so that he and Riley could have a bit of privacy. The thought gave her butterflies. The idea of them being alone, not having to worry about any interruptions thrilled her. She followed Bastien inside, expecting him to lead her to the dining room for their dinner or out to the gardens, when he led her down the opposite hallway, she was a bit confused. She looked at him, waiting for an explanation.

“He’s in his study,” Bastien said quietly. “He asked that you meet him there,” he said motioning to the door farthest on the right hand side of the hallway. She looked up at him then. It was the most he’d spoken to her willingly since he had first picked her up from the estate. “Not the dining room? He mentioned we’d be having dinner,” she trailed off.

Bastien didn’t respond. Instead, he turned away slowly walking down toward the opposite end of the hallway.

She shrugged off his indifference, instead opting to focus on her meeting with Liam. She tentatively walked down the long hallway, until she reached the room that Bastien had pointed out. She remembered his study well. They’d spent many times cuddling in private, away from prying eyes during her social season. It was also where they’d had their last fight before she left for New York. Funny how a single room could hold so many mixed memories.

“Liam,” she murmured quietly as she pushed the door to his study open. “You in here?”

The room was dark, quiet. Maybe Bastien had been mistaken? Maybe he hadn’t been waiting for her after all? She was about to leave when she caught sight of him looking out the big picture frame window.

“Hey,” she whispered. “You startled me,” she chuckled. “What’s with all the mystery?” she asked.

He remained stoic, gazing out of the window. She sensed that something was very wrong. Her normally adoring King has turned cold and indifferent. He was typically so wonderful at hiding his true emotions. Years of working in politics had given him practice in controlling his emotions. This evening, she was seeing a crack in that control.

“Are you still upset with me?” She asked, walking closer to his desk. She looked around his study. It was cold, dark. The distance between them reminded her of how things had been during the night she had left. He was so uninterested, almost unfeeling. It caused her to feel a bit uneasy. “I got the sense that something was bothering you when you left this morning, but I just figured it was about everything that happened with Paul,” she explained.

“I heard you talking to Andy before I left,” he said quietly, his gaze never leaving the window. When she got a better look at him, she realized he had a glass of scotch in his hand. It was reminiscent of the night she had left Cordonia.

She arched her eyebrows. “Okay?” she asked, needing a bit more information than he was providing. She hadn’t said anything to Andy that would have caused him to be this upset with her. They had just talked about Paul and going to meet with him. If anything, she had emphasized how much she loved Liam and had no intention of getting back together with Paul.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were going to his hotel?” he asked, taking a swig from his glass of scotch.

She looked at him, confused. “You knew that I was meeting with him,” she explained. “I thought I told you,” she said honestly. “I apologize if I didn’t, but I truly thought I did,” she explained.

He laughed humorlessly. “You didn’t,” he said firmly.

“Well, like I said, I apologize. You don’t have to worry about me seeing him anymore because I’m never going to be meeting with him again,” she said surely. “I told him we couldn’t even be friends,” she said confidently.

“Oh?” He looked up at her, a sneer. “Why not? Don’t you still care about him?” He looked at her, but Riley knew better. He wasn’t looking at her. He was looking right through her.

She thought back to her conversation with Andy. So that’s what he was upset about. “What you heard was taken out of context,” she tried to explain. “You caught a tiny piece of a much larger conversation. Did you hear the part about me saying that I love you? And that things were completely over with him?” she asked.

“I heard enough to put the pieces of the puzzle together,” he said sadly. “I didn’t want to believe it at first. I thought how foolish I was being. You loved me. You’d said as much at least two dozen times since we’ve been spending time together again. How could you betray me this way?”

“What are you talking about? Betray you? I would never, Liam.” She wanted to run up to him, to hold him. To tell him he was being ridiculous, but she knew better. There was no reasoning with him when he was like this.

“Don’t try to deny it,” he yelled at her.

She recoiled from the sudden outburst, but recovered quickly. Her own anger was rising due to his accusatory tone. “I really have no idea what you’re talking about, Liam. Care to enlighten me?” she said with snark.

“You kissed him, Riley . . . and god knows what else,” he laughed manically. “You went to his hotel room for God’s sake . . . I should have known you still had feelings for him,” he shouted.

“How do you know about that?” she whispered.

He took a large gulp from his glass of scotch. He eyed her angrily, not responding.

“Liam . . . how do you know about the kiss?” she demanded. “Did you follow me? Or have me followed? What is it? Did you request video footage from his hotel? I’m sure you must have thought of that right? Well go look at it again, because you would have seen that I didn’t want to kiss him. I pushed him away right after I bit him,” she yelled angrily. “Will you at least look at me,” she slammed her palms on his desk. “If you’re going to accuse me of cheating on you the least you can do is look me in the eyes while you do it.”

He finally turned around to face her. His eyes were red. It looked as if he’d spent the last couple of hours crying. She’d never seen him cry before. Even when they had fought so horribly in the study before she left Cordonia, he hadn’t cried.

“Liam . . .” she began to say quietly. “How did you know about the kiss?”

“Does it even matter? Finding out isn’t going to erase the fact that it happened?”

“It matters to me, because the information you’ve been given is wrong. Very, very wrong,” she said angrily.

“I had Bastien follow you to your meeting with him,” he said in disgust. “I wanted him to make sure that you were alright. I was worried . . .” he trailed off. “Looks like I was worried for the wrong reason,” he snorted. His eyes looked at her darkly. The redness from crying mingled with rage. It alarmed her. She’d only seen him angry a handful of times before . . . Liam was nothing but a pillar of strength and composure in the eye of any obstacle he encountered. All the years of being groomed for court life had prepared him to have an excellent poker face, but for some reason, his relationship with Riley was his weak link. He couldn’t bluff the feelings he was going through.

“God, who do you think you are?” she screamed. “I told you that I needed closure, Liam. I needed to handle things on my own, and you had me freaking followed?” She lamented. “You didn’t trust me? You didn’t think I could handle things on my own?”

“I’m the King of Cordonia, Riley. And up until a few hours ago I thought I was the man you loved, but apparently, I’m only the man you needed to fuck,” he said distastefully.

“Wow, Liam. Good one,” she rolled her eyes. “So classy,” she mumbled. “Did Bastien tell you that Paul forced himself on me? Huh?” She asked.

“He said Paul answered the door without any clothes on . . . and that later, when you left the room you two shared a kiss.”

“He kissed me,” she emphasized. “I didn’t return the kiss. I tried my best to push him off of me,” she tried desperately to explain.

“You still cared about him, Riley. You can’t tell me that it didn’t mean anything . . .”

“It didn’t . . . because I didn’t want it,” she said firmly.

“You told me you loved me, Riley,” he glared at her angrily.

“I did,” she said firmly. “I do,” she corrected herself.

“Then why are we here again? At the same point we were at two years ago?” He admonished.

“I don’t know,” she said honestly. “I don’t understand why you’re doing this. Why you won’t listen to me. I didn’t want to kiss him,” she reiterated.

“What do you want Riley?” Liam slammed the empty glass of scotch onto his desk. She was surprised it didn’t shatter from the sheer force of his hit. “You can’t have both of us,” he scoffed.

“I don’t want both of you. I just want you! What don’t you understand?” she pleaded with him.

“So why go back to New York then? You had your face to face with Paul. That’s what you wanted right? Closure,” he said with a sneer.

“Are you serious right now? What are you more upset about Liam? The kiss or the fact that I’m going back to New York? Because I told you what happened with the kiss. I told you that I didn’t want it . . . and now you’re going on and on about me going back to New York. We talked about this.”

“No, Riley. You talked and expected me to accept what you were saying,” he said tersely. “I didn’t have a say in what your decision would be. Maybe you don’t want to be with me. Maybe you’re just playing the same game with me that you played with him.”

“That’s not fair,” she said quietly.

“No, what’s not fair is you coming into my life again and breaking my heart all over again by leaving.”

“You sought me out, Liam. Don’t try to flip the blame on me. I’d be perfectly fine if you had just kept your distance,” she said frankly.

“Is that right?” he looked at her, a bit of surprised coming over his face.

“Yes, that’s right. You sought me out, Liam. I didn’t come back for you. I came back for Bertrand and Savannah and Maxwell . . . and Drake . . . I didn’t want to see you. You knew that. You knew that I needed to move on with my life.” She wanted to kick herself as the words came out of her mouth. She didn’t mean it. She just wanted to hurt him as much as he was hurting her.

“So everything you said to me over the last week and a half? That’s been a lie? Our time together . . . did it mean anything to you? What was I? A last minute fling before you had to go back to New York? A quick roll in the hay?”

“Liam, stop being so crude,” she admonished. “And please keep your voice down,” She said firmly. She wanted to cry, but she wasn’t going to allow herself to break down in front of him.

“Why? Are you ashamed about the love we made? Oh I’m sorry . . . the sex . . . the fucking . . . let’s call it what it was right? Day after day? Hour after hour? What’s the matter Riley? The truth hurt too much? You don’t want people to know how I took you in your bed? You could have fooled me by the way you screamed my name again and again.”

“Enough,” she screamed. She was crying now. As hard as she tried to hold it in, she just couldn’t. He was breaking her. Breaking her heart into tiny pieces much like he did all those years ago. This was worse than back then. Substantially worse. She never could have imagined he could be so cruel. So heartless. This man that she had given herself whole-heartedly to had broken her heart again. “Liam, just stop.”

“Am I ruining your perfect little reputation? I’m not an idiot Riley . . . he came all the way from New York to be with you. You can’t tell me that you didn’t love him.”

“I didn’t love him. I may have cared about him, and yes, him coming all the way here . . . it did mean something, but not how you think. I love you, Liam.”

He reached into his pocket, pulling something out. She couldn’t see what it was clearly. He palmed it in his hand. “Sometimes love isn’t enough,” he said sternly.

“You’re being unreasonable,” she tried.

“I’m being honest, Riley.”

He stopped fiddling with whatever was in his hand, and slammed it down onto the desk next to his empty scotch glass. He slid it across the desk so that it landed in front of Riley. She eyed him curiously, her heart pounding. “What’s that?” she asked, pointing to the object on the table.

He grabbed the scotch glass, walking away toward his drink cart to pour himself another glass of scotch. He never answered her. She moved a bit closer to the object, realizing it was a black velvet box. Her mouth gaped open slightly, realization dawning over her. She opened it slowly, inside lay a beautiful diamond engagement ring. “Liam,” she said softly, he voice catching as she looked the ring over.

“I was going to ask you to marry me,” he said ominously. “But then I found out about Paul . . . and I started thinking about how eager you’ve been to go back to New York . . . I couldn’t figure it out at first. Why go back to New York . . . you wouldn’t need to work . . . you’d be taken care of. I’d move you into the palace, we’d marry . . . we’d start our live together . . . you by my side as my Queen,” he said candidly. “Then it hit me . . . the reason you’re going back to New York . . . the reason you needed to meet with that bastard for some sort of closure . . . you’re scared.” He said simply. “You’re scared because if you truly start something with me, it’ll be the end of the life you have now. The life you seem to prefer back in New York. That’s what you get with me . . . you knew it two years ago, and you know it now.”

“Please stop this. You’re not making any sense,” she cried. “We can work this out. Just believe me please. I love you so much. I know I screwed up before . . . I was fighting this . . . but I don’t want to fight anymore. I just want you.”

He ignored her pleas, sipping from the scotch glass. “If I had went through with that tonight,” he motioned to the black velvet box. “What would your answer have been?”

She hesitated. Of course she had thought about marriage. Bertrand and Savannah’s wedding had brought the subject to the forefront of her mind. The rekindling of their romance . . . how amazing he made her feel . . . all of it seemed to point to the idea that marriage was in their future . . .she just hadn’t expected him to be thinking of it so soon. “I-“ she paused.

“Exactly,” he cut her off. “Bastien will take you back to the Beaumont Estate. The car is waiting for you outside,” he turned away from her, his gaze going back to focus on the window.

Her mouth gaped open at him; she was still having a difficult time comprehending the full scope of the situation. “You want me to leave?”

“It’s what you do best, isn’t it?” he said angrily. “Go ahead, Riley. Run away. Don’t worry, I won’t try and find you this time,” he said quietly.

She paused for a moment, taking him in. He wanted nothing to do with her. Her sweet, wonderful man that she’d spent the last weeks loving so desperately she thought she’d burst from the pure joy of it all. “Okay . . . “she said quietly, accepting his decision. “You’ve broken me for the second time, and I won’t ever let you do it again,” she murmured before her tears started to fall again. “Tell Bastien I don’t need a ride. I can find my way back to the estate myself.”

He didn’t answer her. He continued to gaze out the window, nursing the rest of his scotch.

She nodded, looking back at him one last time before leaving and slamming the door to his study.

This was déjà vu. She’d gone through this once before, and it nearly killed her. This was what she tried so desperately to avoid. The inevitable heartbreak. She knew what had been in store for her when she returned to Cordonia. It had a broken heart written all over it, and that was why she didn’t want to see him. She knew she wouldn’t be able to resist him. She should never have come. She should have followed her gut and tossed the damn wedding invitation in the trash can without a second thought. Damn her conscience. Damn her stupid desire for closure. Had she listened to her gut, her biggest concern would be moving in with Paul. Now . . . her whole life was falling apart again. Could she survive it this time? How long would it take for her to move on this time? How could she have fallen into this trap again? Goddamn whirlwind romance. It brought her nothing but pain and suffering.

“Lady Riley,” Bastien called out after her. “Please . . .” he trailed off. She refused to meet his gaze, but turned toward him, her eyes still looking at her feet. “Thank you for ruining one of the best things I’ve ever had,” she looked at him coldly, before brushing past him roughly. She walked down the long, winding driveway, out toward the gate. Once she was off the palace grounds, she doubled over on the ground in a fit of sobs. She’d lost him. Of everything she expected to happen tonight, losing him hadn’t even crossed her mind.

“Riley?” a familiar voice called out to her. She looked up, finding Drake in his pickup truck about to pull up to the palace gates. “Riley what happened? What’s wrong?”

“Everything, “ she cried out.

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