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dreamerschroniclesofstories · 5 months

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Goodbye, Tommy Shelby.

A/n: Hey guys, this is my first fic after finishing my previous series, if you haven’t read it then please do and leave a like or any opinions. It’s all appreciated!. Also, I recommend listening to ceilings by Lizzy McAlpine whilst reading since i listen to it whilst writing this x.

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Summary: Amelia has been in love with Tommy since she was 17.Today’s tommy's wedding day and Amelia can’t cope.

Word count: 1,575

Ada always told Amelia that there were “plenty of other fish in the sea” and she could do better than her brother, Tommy Shelby but Amelia had her doubts. The idea that there is someone else out there for her was ridiculous. If there were then why had she wasted twelve years of her life loving Tommy Shelby.

It’s to late now, Tommy was getting married and Amelia still felt like the seventeen year old in her room giggling about how Tommy smiled at her. The lead up to the wedding was the worst, every time someone spoke about how beautiful the wedding will be or how Tommy and Grace look more in love as the days pass would cause her heart to feel like, at any minute, it would crawl up her throat and jump onto the floor to be crushed by the passing carriages in the streets or even by the drunken’s getting thrown out of the garrison after closing time.

She knew she was being stupid, she was 29 and still pining over a man who clearly didn’t feel the same emotions she felt for him. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t stop loving him. The day before the wedding, Amelia decided she couldn't stay in Birmingham any longer. she would leave after the wedding, maybe go to London or even go to new York, she didn't care where, just a place that Tommy Shelby isn't.

Tommy's wedding day.

Amelia hadn't slept the night before, every-time she would try to sleep and close her eyes, all she could see if Tommy's' face, which in turn caused her to silently sob knowing she had lost the man she loved so dearly. She decided to write a letter to Tommy, to give him after the wedding. Confessing her love.

Four hours.

Four hours until Tommy gets married. Amelia was sat at her small kitchen table, holding her freshly brewed tea whilst Ada walks around talking about something that Amelia wasn't listening too. Amelia stared into the dark gloomy depths of her drink, slowly sinking into her sadness as the minutes pass. Ada had placed a plate full of bacon, eggs and sausage, stating that it would be a long day but Amelia couldn't get herself to eat anything, if she does she knew she would bring it back up anyway.

Ada stops her frantic movements when she realises that Amelia hadn't eaten or moved since she sat down “ it will be alright Mia” she whispers reassuringly. Using her nickname given to her by the Shelby family.

Amelia looks towards Ada, the corners of her mouth lifting ever so slightly “ yeah, hopefully” the brokenhearted woman murmured.

Two hours.

Two hours until Amelia leaves, everyone had arrived at Tommy's' house threes hours before the wedding, needing to help set up the rest of the decorations before the wedding had to start. Amelia had been at the house for nearly an hour and she hadn't said a word. Every-time Tommy goes to talk to her, she quickly leaves, pretending that she was going for a smoke break or going to find the toilet. She knew that if she spoke a word to Tommy, she would break down right there, in front of him and in front of the guests that were arriving.

Amelia was stood by the fountain outside of tommys house, holding a cigarette between her lips as she watched the water flowing into the small concrete pond that surrounds it. Amelia was wearing one of her nicest dresses, she had it kept in the back of her wardrobe for special occasions. The gorgeous deep blue garment was embroidered with sliver sequins, though the dress was formal, there was a merriment in its nature and beautiful folds, making it easy for one to run but also to waltz. Amelia knew it was the perfect dress to wear for when she runs off before anyone sees. She didn't want the dress to stop her.

Amelia was in a trance like state, staring at the water. She failed to notice Polly walking over to her. She knew Polly wasn't stupid, Amelia knew Polly knows about her feelings for Tommy. Amelia jumps slightly when she feels a hand on her shoulder.

“ you'll catch a fever if you stay out here” the older woman warns.

“ i prefer to be here then in there” Amelia admits, taking a puff of her cigarette then slowly blows out the smoke “ its very overwhelming with everyone rushing around” she quickly covers herself.

Polly lights her own cigarette and raises an eyebrow at Amelia “ if it was my choice, i would want Tommy to marry you instead of grace” she confessed.

Amelia sighs, her eyes glossing as the tears in her soul become tears in her eyes “ it wasn't meant to be pol” she whispers, her voice quivering. She takes a deep breath as she glances at Polly, the waterline of her eyes threatening to spill out, she knew she had to tell Polly she was leaving, since Polly had treated her like a daughter since the day Ada brought her over for tea for the first time.

“ whats on your mind?” the older woman quizzed, holding her cigarette between her fingers, her dark eyes narrowing suspiciously.

Amelia chuckles and shakes her head, around Polly you can't keep a secret because she'll know automatically “ i'm leaving pol, after the wedding”

it's time

Its time for Amelia to watch as her life collapses, its time she had to sit in the crowd and pretend her heart wasn't shattering into a million pieces as if her heart was made of glass. She was sat in the second to front row with Polly, Ada, Ada's son and Michael.

The wedding had started half an hour ago and for that thirty minutes her tears came freely, like an overflowed storm drain. Luckily, the people around here wouldn't think differently then her being happy for the couple. However, Polly and Ada knew differently.

As the priest announces the newly wed husband and wife, the Shelby brothers and graces family surround the couple. Amelia knew this was the time she had to leave, she looks around to make sure no one was watching, once she knew it was safe she turns around and walks towards the double doors leading to the corridor. She turns her head and glumly smiles, seeing the smile on Tommy's face. She was happy for him, he deserved to be happy.

As Amelia walks outside, the air hits her face, the tip of her nose immediately turning red. Amelia wraps her arms around herself as she begins to rush towards the carriage that was awaiting her with her bags. Her fingers ached in the bitter winter wind, as she clenched and unclenched them trying to keeping an feelings in the tips. As she climbs into the carriage, she looks out through the window noticing Ada and Polly outside watching her, she waves slowly as the carriage leaves.

Once the carriage disappeared, Polly stomps out her cigarette then turns around, walking back into the house, on a mission to find Tommy. Once, Polly found him, she wraps her hand around his wrist “ Thomas come with me” she whispers, taking him to his office.

Tommy's office.

Polly closes the door as Tommy walks over to his desk whilst putting a cigarette between his lips “ what is it pol, ey?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.

Polly walks over to his desk, picking up the envelope from the oak desk “ Amelia has left, this is for you” Polly explains, walking back over to the door “ you are stupid Thomas, if you didn't see it” Polly utters, leaving Tommy's office quietly, leaving Tommy alone.

Tommy sits down at his desk, immediately opening the letter, leaning back in his seat as he begins to read the handwritten letter.

Dear Tommy,

As i sit here, the night before you get married to someone who is not me, My heart is breaking because i love you Tommy. I love you with every fibre, every cell, every pore of my whole body. I love you, every good part and every bad part of you. It's been such an amazing journey since we first met, but our journey has come to an end. I hope you and grace get the life you are hoping for. How can i put into words something I've never experienced before until recently. i'm dead Tommy, yet very much still alive. You have allowed me to see the power of love, from point A to point Z. I want you to be happy Tommy, have someone experiencing that smile you keep locked away. I don't regret anything that I've felt for you. However, There is one thing i wish you could have seen, it's the things i did for love. For you. Letting you go is forever the hardest thing i'll do in my life but i want you to know you are the most amazing person, the only person i'll truly love with my whole heart.

I know you don't love me, i'm sorry i fell in love with you. i'm sorry i had to leave on the happiest day of your life. You deserve more. i'll hold these last twelve years so damn tight in my heart. I just hope you will too.

Goodbye, Thomas Shelby.

A/N: Well that was an emotional journey wasn't it? i hope you enjoyed this fic. Leave a like, comment , re-blog. Its all appreciated so much xx

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flowerandblood · 1 year

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A Winter Beauty (15)

[Aemond Targaryen x fem!Stark reader]

[warnings: smut, sex content, domination and religious kink, fluff]

[description: Aemond and his family arrive at Winterfell for Rickon Stark's Name Day. There, Aemond meets his daughter, who arouses his desire. I changed some names and facts for the sake of the plot. Viserys is also slightly younger in this version.]

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

Previous and next parts: Masterlist

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After the events of the chapel, they both knew that they had no need to pretend to be innocent and God-fearing to each other anymore. Aemond fucked her there every night as she requested, "helping" her pray.

Their wedding was to be in a few days. Lady Stark was preparing not only for the wedding ceremony, but also for the wedding night. She managed to obtain a beautiful, thin material from which she sewed a nightgown, with a large, triangle neckline both front and back, decorated with lace. The dress had mid-shoulder sleeves, also trimmed with lace, and was easily removed by untying a small bow on the side.

She put it on one evening and looked at herself in the mirror with satisfaction, watching the result of her work. She looked obscene, and that was her point. There was no room for anything else in the bed of her husband, her dragon god. She smiled to herself in amusement, thinking of what the queen would think if she saw her in such a shameless dress.

In addition, she planned something special for her husband. She had been thinking for a long time about finally pleasing him with her mouth. She read his books in his absence, including those on physical love in marriage and how to please men. She wanted it to happen on some important occasion and figured it couldn't get any better than their wedding night.

She suggested that they spend their wedding night in his mother's chapel, that he take her in the presence of his gods. Aemond couldn't believe how licentious and godless she was, but he couldn't hide how turned on he was by the idea. They both took pleasure in polluting this sacred place and knew that there was no salvation for them.

The night before their wedding, Lady Stark said she wanted to sleep alone in her chamber. That she wants to part with him for the last time, to join him forever the next day.

Aemond didn't like the idea, since their Valyrian wedding he considered her his rightful wife and wanted her by his side at night. However, he respected her decision and they both slept in separate beds.

The next day, Aemond knew he would not see his wife until after the ceremony in the Great Sept. He was stressed. He didn't like drawing attention to himself, he knew that his appearance gave rise to constant gossip.

He had heard the lords talk sometimes about Lady Stark choosing him because it was easier to seduce a cripple. He knew they were completely wrong, but all he wanted was to be locked up in his solitude with his wife and not have to explain himself to anyone.

Their Valyrian wedding made him see her as his wife, but the wedding in Sept was a relief for him, because it would allow them to finally stop pretending.

They stopped hiding a long time ago, his wife's moans during their nightly raptures betrayed them completely. He wanted to finally be able to enjoy her in front of everyone, kiss her and embrace her without fear of other people's crooked looks.

He had a new robes sewn for his wedding. He wanted it in Targaryen color, ruby and black, and so did his wife. His outer shirt was made of a beautiful, intensely red, stiff material, the buckles with which it was fastened were in the shape of dragon heads. He was wearing a black belt and black pants.

Lady Stark wouldn't let him see what gown she had prepared for her wedding, so he had no idea what it would look like. He was excited at the thought.

As they drove their carriages towards Spet, the people around cheered. He had a pleasant feeling that for the first time in his life he had got what he wanted. The gods had denied him what was his due since childhood, but now he had more than he wished for.

He hadn't expected to marry the woman he fell madly in love with, to whom he was so utterly devoted, and who returned his affections with great fervor. When he thought of her, he felt only peace.

Often, when they were lying together in bed, naked, cuddled up to each other, slowly falling asleep, they talked quietly about various things.

These were their most intimate moments. She told him how she felt the first time she saw him, how she craved his attention. He, ashamed, confessed to her how much he wanted to possess her as soon as he saw her.

He kissed her bare shoulders, telling her how hard he was just looking at them. How he had wanted her back then, in the crypts at Winterfell. His wife would then sigh in delight and contentment, throwing her head back to let him caress her.

She had unlimited layers of tenderness for him, which he constantly craved. He loved it when she stroked his hair, when she helped him comb his hair in the morning, when she kissed his hands, when she massaged his back and shoulders when he came back sore from a hard training.

He shuddered out of his thoughts as a servant opened the door to his carriage and announced that they arrived. He got out with a stony face, there were lots of cheering people around him. He entered the temple, where crowds of people were already waiting for the ceremony to begin.

He saw the king and queen, Lady Stark's mother, and her brother, Cregan, in the front row. Aemond climbed the steps, standing in front of the measter with his hands clasped behind his back.

He shivered as he heard the orchestra, the people outside cheering loudly. He felt his heart leap into his throat and his mouth part slightly in disbelief as he saw his wife.

Lady Stark walked with her hand resting on her father's outstretched hand, her face smiling and happy. Her dress was sapphire, her train trailing a few paces behind her, her shoulders bare, just as they had been when he first saw her at Winterfell.

Her dress had long, floor-length sleeves. Both the sleeves and the dress were embroidered at the bottom with blue snowdrops, the same ones that were pinned in her long black hair, some of her strands were tied back in a bun, all decorated with flowers. His throat went dry that she had chosen the color of her dress with him in mind. She looked like a goddess in it.

Her father, trembling with emotion, led her up the stairs and offered her hand to Aemond, who took it gratefully. Spectre was silent. Aemond now, looking at her closely, couldn't concentrate at all on what was happening or what he was about to say.

Lady Stark looked at him tenderly, seeing that he was in shock. After a while he remembered that he should take a cloak from the servant to cover her with.

He took it carefully and put it on her shoulders. A huge Targaryen crest was sewn onto it. He thought fondly that he could finally officially take her under his protection.

The maester nodded at them and began to speak.

“In the sight of the Seven, I hereby seal these two souls, binding them as one for eternity. Look upon one another and say the words.”

Aemond and Lady Stark shivered, clutching their hands tighter, and opened their mouths.

"Father. Smith. Warrior. Mother. Maiden. Crone. Stranger. I am his | hers, and he | she is mine, from this day, until the end of my days.”

They both smiled as thunderous applause erupted around them. Lady Stark stared at him, her face radiant with joy and fulfillment like the sun.

Unable to resist, he took her face in his hands and kissed her hungrily. She moaned softly into his mouth and kissed him back, people cheering. They broke apart, finally feeling the longed-for relief.

Their wedding was more modest than those of Aegon and Helaena. According to them, it was even better. Lord Baratheon, to their satisfaction, did not stay at the feast and returned to Storms End with his family immediately after their wedding. They both knew that nothing could ruin their day.

As the music began, Aemond stood up and held out his hand to her, looking at her expectantly. Y/N looked at him surprised and trembling with emotion. Even the king and queen seemed shocked at what was happening now.

"I didn't know you danced, my husband." She said with amusement as they stepped into the crowd, which parted for them.

“I told you already, I dance, but I don't enjoy it. Nevertheless, I will not let the first dance with my wife belong to any other man." He said low, turning to face her. The orchestra slowly began to play, and they turned in the dance. Lady Stark was smiling broadly. To her surprise, her husband was quite a good dancer.

"You're doing well, my husband," She said, with one of the turns, their hands touched and they spun together, their noses practically touching each other. "Dancing can be very exciting if you so desire." She whispered softly, her hand when she was close to him ran over his thigh, so that no one but him could notice. He took a quick breath and thought maybe he should dance with her more often.

After they danced, quenched their hunger and thirst, their thoughts began to run towards the wedding night. They both looked at each other expectantly, but they knew they should at least hold out until midnight before running away from the feast.

Drunken, Aegon began to babble about bedding and that he hoped his brother would trade wives with him for a one-night stand someday. Aemond wanted to get up, enraged, but Criston sat Aegon back down, whispered a few words in his ear, and the prince calmed down. Lady Stark took her feverish husband's hand in hers and kissed it tenderly. After a few hours, they announced to the king and queen that they were going to their chambers.

Y/N told Aemond that she wanted to change and that they would meet at the chapel. Aemond swallowed hard at the thought of what they wanted to do.

Salome helped Y/N take off her beautiful dress and change into her usual nightgown. She unraveled her hair, smeared her with oils and perfumes. Y/N dismissed her, then reached into her trunk and pulled out the nightgown she'd made earlier.

She put it on quickly, tying a bow at the side, and looked at herself in the mirror. She knew she looked beautiful and smiled at the thought that she was about to try to drive her husband crazy.

She pulled on the bedspread, covering herself, and peeked through the door of her chamber to look around. She could still hear the sounds of partying and feasting from the great hall, not seeing a living soul in the corridor. She quickly ran a few feet barefoot straight to the chapel door and went inside, closing the door behind her.

Aemond, already waiting inside, jumped in fright and exhaled loudly when he saw it was her. Lady Stark turned the key in the door and looked at him. She slowly pulled the bedspread off her shoulders and dropped it to the floor.

Aemond's mouth parted as he saw how deep her cleavage was, her nipples showing through the thin fabric. Her dress covered everything and nothing at the same time.

She approached him slowly, a wide smile of amusement on her face, she could see that he couldn't catch his breath. She approached him with an expression on her face as if she were both an angelic creature and a devil at the same time.

"My husband." She whispered softly, stroking his cheek with her thumb.

He didn't answer. He grabbed her by the arm and pulled her to him, kissing her passionately. He pushed his tongue into her mouth, his hand gripped her buttock tightly, pressing her against him, he was already hard. He pulled away from her, panting heavily.

"Fuck, I need to feel you." He said low, grabbing her around the waist and laying her on the cloth, that he must have obviously brought to keep them from lying on the bare ground. Lady Stark was breathing fast, it wasn't going according to her plan.

His hands quickly lifted her dress and exposed her thighs, he put one of her legs over his shoulder and leaned over her, his tongue slipping into her without warning.

She moaned loudly, throwing her head back in pleasure, she saw that the menacing figures of his gods spread out on the platforms above her, looking at her judgingly. She tightened her hand on his hair and began to moan softly, feeling his tongue massaging her inside.

She looked at the sculptures with her mouth slightly parted, feeling the heat rising in her lower abdomen. The wet sounds of his tongue licking her juices from her cunt and her loud panting echoed around the temple.

Suddenly he broke away from her, kneeling on his knees and began to undo his pants, looking at her with eye black with desire. She felt her nipples harden, her juices running down her thighs. Aemond smiled darkly at the sight, and she thought with delight that she had created a demon worse than herself.

“I should show my gods how my wife fucks, right? Show how much you need purification and salvation." He grunted, taking her thighs in his hands, parting them obscenely, his cock starting to rub against her entrance, moving up and down in slow motions. Lady Stark moaned, tightening his hands around his, wanting him to finally do what she needed.

"Confess your sins, wife. Tell me what you want, so that your husband can guide you to the right path." He purred, aroused beyond measure, his cock throbbing painfully, feeling how hot and desperate she was.

Y/N swallowed loudly, pursed her lips, blushing. She knew he had beaten her at her own game, at least now, and she had to accept that. She licked her lips, smiling slightly.

"I want my husband to fuck me like a whore in front of his Seven Gods." She said shamelessly, her chest rising and falling rapidly. “I want him to punish me and take away my sinful thoughts so that I can be saved."

Aemond's mouth parted in delight. Just how bad that sounded made him feel that his cock throbbed painfully, impatiently. He tought that he could come just by listening to those insulting, unholy words. They both moaned loudly as he inserted his tip into her and started teasing her with it without pushing it any further inside her.

"You want that? Is that what you want, my sinful, dissolute wife?" He asked excitedly, licking his lips, feeling he was on the brink of going crazy if he didn't come soon.

"Yes, make me pure, my husband" She said and they both moaned loudly as he began to fuck her, he set a quick, brutal rhythm, looking down at their tangled bodies.

"Lying with your thighs spread like that, in front of the gods, in my mother's chapel." He hissed, his cock filling her completely, hitting where she needed it, hard and relentless, fucking her the way she wanted it, her thighs responding hungrily to his every thrust.

Lady Stark pulled him close and they kissed hungrily, their tongues licking each other in a shameless, sticky kiss, panting into each other's mouths, her hand tightening in his hair.

His hips thrust into her in a steady, fast rhythm, their bodies slapping against each other with a wet, debauched sound.

"Please, come inside me, my dragon, my king" She moaned helplessly, wanted to feel it, wanted him to fill her. Aemond moaned low at her words, his hands tightening on her ass, accelerating even more, fucking her with inhuman strength.

"You want that? My royal seed in this sinful, tight cunt? You think you deserve it?” He asked in a trembling voice, he was on the verge, he knew he was about to come.

"Yes, please, fill me, fill me, fill me" She moaned loudly and shivered as she felt a wonderful hot orgasm spread over her body, her cunt throbbing relentlessly, her husband gasping helplessly her name and cum inside her, his hot semen flowed into her in waves. Both of them gasped loudly, moving for a while longer, unable to calm down, surprised at how wonderfully fulfilled they felt.

Aemond slid out of her and lay down next to her, looking at her adoringly. He touched her cheek as if to check if she was real. Lady Stark smiled as she kissed his hand. Aemond grunted in satisfaction.

"We are destined to burn together."

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canibeyoungforever · 1 year

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repost if you like it <3

Jude Bellingham Imagines: Our future

You and Jude were the definition of soulmates

You’ve been together since you were 13 and as the love and craziness went by you two got married immediately at 18.

You were a well known actress he was the footballer that everyone knew and you two were living the perfect life.But being young made you two never had a talk about your future until now.

You two were currently in Paris and rented a luxury hotel room.Jude’s contract with Dortmund was coming to an end so he was studying every possibility for him and his future career.

So while visiting psg you went recording a podcast and you were finally seeing each other after spending the whole day apart from each other

You let go of your jacket and shoes when your boy understand that you arrived:

"Baby?" Jude say and you understand that he is half-asleep

"I’m coming." You answer

"Mhm mhm." He say

You go in the room climb on the bed put your arms around him and kiss his neck

He moans and turn his head toward you

"You can’t keep doing this to me do you see the effect you have on me?" Jude say

You laugh and he smile

"I love you." You say

"I love you too love of my life." He answer

You kiss each other and you lie down again on the bed

You keep his arm toward you and gives him light scratches

(a/n:in french we say papouilles but i didn’t find any equivalent so i wrote this tell me if i’m right)

"Did it went well?" Jude ask

"Yes." You answer

He turn around toward you

"What did you guys talked about?" He ask

"The fact that you don’t know how to cook pasta." You say with a smirk on your face

He laugh

"That is not even true i just don’t know how to cook spaghettis and anyways they’re not even good." He say

You gasp sarcastically "Shame on you."

You both laugh and look at each other eyes full of love

"I said that i love you more than anybody on this earth and that you are the cutest person in the entire world." You say and he blush

You smile at the image

"I love you and i wanna spend my entire life with you." He say

"Oh yeah?" You ask innocently and he blush even more

He put his head on your chest and keep your nails on the back of his neck scratching it lightly

"I wanna end up with you in a farm and with a garden." He say

"I think that’s a good plan." You answer

He suddenly raises his head

"You think so?" He ask the biggest smile on his lips

"Yeah and with our future children?" You say

"You wanna have kids with me?" He ask with so much love in his eyes,he’s in heaven.

"Of course. Do you?" You ask

"Of course." He answer

He lay down again in your arms

"How many do you want?" He ask

"I don’t really know.It’s like two opposites like either 2 or 4 maybe 5." You say

"I thought the same." He answer

You smile feeling nothing but happiness

"Yeah you are definitely my soulmate baby." He say

You kiss him all over his face and he laugh

a/n: english is not my first language

#imagines #jude bellingham one shot #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham x you #jude bellingham imagine #jude bellingham #jude bellingham imagines #canibeyoungforever #football x reader #football

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bluenpjm · 10 months

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bad decisions ; 3 — kth x you x pjm

synopsis. there are people who say that high school is one of the best times of your lives: where you find your first love, where you might lose your virginity, where you get to go to your first party, where you meet your friends for life. all they ask is that you live day after day, decision after decision… you try your best to avoid bad decisions and deal with your emotions at the same time.

genre. high school au + fluff + angst + smut

pairing. taehyung x you x jimin

rating. M

wordcount. 5.7K

warnings. underage drinking, mentions of smoking, abuse of alcohol, foul language, friendship ending, fights, heartbreak, and your good old teenage drama :)

a/n. the biggest shoutout to my bestie @singguks for being kim tae on that last bit cause honestly they are both so scary i wouldn’t be able to do it without her <3 also do you see that new banner, tho? 🤭

chapters. 2 × 3 × 4

The peace didn’t last.

And now, you were starting to regret every life decision you had ever made. Good and bad.

“Fuck, Angie!” You squeal, your hands immediately letting go of her hair as you step away, the vomit in your shoes almost making you slip and fall onto the bathroom floor.

There really was no turning point from where you were now. This was your lowest.

“Oh, Y/N, I’m so sorry!” The girl cries and you sigh, frustrated.

“Just… don’t move your head.” You whisper. The music outside makes it almost impossible for the girl now hugging the toilet to hear you, head stuck in the bowel. “You’re a mess and the party barely even started.”

Using all the baby wipes available in the bathroom, you try your best to clean your shoes without mimicking Angie. If there was something you always had difficulty facing was vomiting—especially from other people.

Leaning against the sink, your eyes fall again on the girl on the floor.

“Do you want me to take you home?” You ask but in reality, you hope she says no. You had been expecting this party. Almost as much as the host.

Jimin’s so-expected eighteenth birthday had finally arrived and it turned out that all the beforehand gloating wasn’t as fabricated as everyone expected. Yes, you had come later than you had wanted. The invitation of getting ready with Angie was unexpected but a welcome surprise considering the relentless couple of weeks you’ve been having.

As you stepped into the heart of the party, a surge of emotions washed over you. The vibrant atmosphere enveloped you and you felt an electric energy buzzing in the air. Excitement mixed with a hint of nervous anticipation coursed through your veins, intensifying your senses and making you acutely aware of the pulsating rhythm of the music and the infectious laughter that filled the room.

As you and Angie made your way through the crowd, the irresistible pull of the dance floor proved too strong to resist, your bodies moving in sync with the music, swaying and twirling with carefree abandon. The euphoria of the moment mingled with the laughter and cheers of those around you, creating a whirlwind of joy and liberation, so much so that you end up forgetting your mission of finding either your best friend or the birthday boy.

As drinks flowed freely, the liquid courage emboldened Angie to try new concoctions, her inhibitions melting away with each sip. Laughter spilled from her lips, cheeks flushed with a combination of exhilaration and the warmth of alcohol. The room seemed to spin in a dizzying haze, lights swirling and blurring together. Until the girl couldn’t stand her ground anymore, and you found yourself chaperoning her to the bathroom.

“Nah,” Her hair falls all over her face. “I’m good now.” But as she attempts to get up, you rush to grab her arm, preventing the messy blonde from hitting the toilet with her hip.

“You’re in no condition.” You shake your head, torn between staying with her as a good friend would and going out to enjoy the so much-needed party.

“Naah,” She repeats but this time the syllables are lengthier. Her eyes are fixed on a blank point on the wall.

“Let’s get you some water, yeah?”

With a mix of determination and concern, you end up hoisting Angie up around your neck, holding her tightly by the waist as you venture through the crowded corridor of the second floor of Jimin’s house. The scent of alcohol and traces of smoke fills the air.

“What’s going on in there?” Angie lifts her head that had been hanging as her earing sense doesn’t seem to be dormant like the rest of her body. A baffled moaning is heard through the corridor.

You can’t help but chuckle as you struggle not to lose balance amidst the chaos. “Trust me, Angie, you don’t wanna go in there now.”

Still half-dazed, Angie reluctantly agrees as you continue your journey down the stairs. The sounds of laughter and thumping music grow louder, beckoning you toward the epicenter of the party yet again.

Descending to the first floor is a tricky task but you end up managing to arrive safely without breaking a leg or letting Angie go. Huffing and puffing, you navigate through the throngs of partygoers. Laughter and snippets of conversation surround you as your path is guided by the flickering lights. The kitchen shines like a beacon of respite, a sanctuary amidst the frenzy. You could already imagine the cool touch of water against your lips, offering momentary relief.

Leaving Angie by the kitchen island, you scan the room in search of clean cups. The room buzzes with activity, a vibrant mix of laughter and hushed whispers, punctuated by the aroma of the various drinks opened on the counter. Your eyes end up falling on familiar’s ones.

“Jake!” Making your way through the crowd, you force a smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes.

“YN!” He swings his arms up, showing the red cup he had been holding. “It’s just juice.”

“Very responsible,” You pat his shoulder playfully, irony dripping from your voice “You should see your sister.”

Jake’s smile fades slightly, concern filling his eyes as he glances at his sister behind your shoulder. He purses his lips together. “I’ll get her.”

Accompanied by a light drink, you make your way outside to the pool area, seeking a moment of peace from the lively chaos indoors. As you step through the glass door, a refreshing breeze caresses your face. October was almost halfway through and fall hadn’t been the most gentle.

The poolside was a haven of tranquility compared to the energetic atmosphere inside. Softly glowing fairy lights adorned the area, casting a gentle illumination on the water’s surface. Finding an empty lounge chair, you settle into it, savoring the solitude and the chance to collect your thoughts. You take a sip of your drink, the cool liquid soothing your parched throat, as you watch ripples dance across the pool.

The distant laughter and conversations from inside provide a comforting backdrop, as your mind wandered, contemplating the complexity of friendship and the tangled emotions that had been stirring within you. Taehyung quickly comes to your mind and you turn back, facing the party inside, in hopes of spotting him in the crowd.

At that moment, the doors swung open, and the vibrant sounds of the party spilled into the serene pool area, shattering the tranquility. And there he was. Your eyes fall onto Jimin as he steps through the threshold with an air of magnetic charm that makes your heart flutter. Charmingly so, he fixes his hair with his vacant hand as his tongue wets his lips.

Quick to regain your composure, you rise from your seat, adjusting your dress that had ridden up slightly, and with open arms, you welcome the birthday boy, a radiant smile lighting up both of your faces.

“Mochi, happy birthday!” You notice how he cringes at the nickname, scrunching his nose slightly.

“Thank you, YN!” Jimin immediately wraps his arms around you, pulling you into a warm and tight hug, his embrace making your heart skip a beat. One of your hands is quick to grab the hem of your dress. This would be the last time you would wear something of Angie’s.

“I was beginning to think I wasn’t going to see you today.” You chuckle as your other arm falls to your other side, signaling the hug was over. Jimin, however, keeps his hand firmly on the end of your back.

“Had lots of people to speak to—and shots to drink.” He smiles sheepishly. “But I’m glad that you’re here.”

“Of course! I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” You chuckle. “The most anticipated party of the school.”

“Just the school?” He snorts. “The God-damned country!”

“Oh, of course!” You agree, shoving him playfully. “Nice game by the way.”

“You know… I actually couldn’t take my eyes off of you. You were distracting me.” Jimin’s shameless flirting leaves you speechless, mouth hanging slightly open as the only reaction you can manage is a laugh.

“Really?”

“Yeah–” His grip on your back intensifies and you have to stop yourself from jumping into the pool, the fresh wind not being enough to refresh your burning cheeks.

“Was that why you missed that pass?” Your defense mechanism kicks in and you laugh directly at his face, noting how he tilts his head slightly.

The conversation is cut short, for your luck. The sound of excited voices nearby erupts in the area. A group of people gathers in a circle, moving the lounge chairs as to gain room, laughing and whispering conspiratorially.

You’re quick to look at Jimin with a mischievous smile as the words spin the bottle catch your ears. “Should we join?”

“Only if you don’t sit next to me,” Jimin states boldly as he watches you go toward the game area.

As the group gathers in a circle, excitement fills the air, accompanied by nervous laughter and playful banter. You find yourself seated across Jimin, as he had said, eyes locking for a fleeting moment. The bottle is placed in the center, ready to decide whose fate will pair together. With each spin, anticipation grows, and Jimin’s heart pounds in his chest.

The bottle spins, its momentum gradually slowing down. Jimin’s eyes remain fixed on it, silently pleading for it to point toward you. But as luck would have it, the bottle lands just an inch away from you, leaving Jimin feeling a mix of disappointment and curiousness as he moves closer to kiss the girl next to you. The group cheers as the birthday boy finally gets some action.

Still numb from what you had just witnessed, you prepare yourself for the next round, and your gaze shifts to the door opening yet again. Excusing yourself, you are quick to get up from the circle, immediately recognizing the wavy hair of the boy that had just stuffed his hands in the pockets of his jean jacket. You approach Taehyung, heart racing with excitement. A smile spreads across your face as he turns around, ready to greet your best friend.

As you draw closer, though, your eyes catch the glimpse of someone by his side. Your steps falter for a split second as you register the presence of a familiar girl, her expression momentarily clouded with surprise. Maddie. Her smile wavers ever so slightly, replaced by a polite and somewhat forced greeting. Taehyung shifts by her side.

Deep inside, a pang of unease stirs and you can’t help but wonder what Taehyung was doing with the girl. But just as quickly it came, it faded, as you get reminded of the last time you had decided to jump to conclusions, you push those thoughts aside.

“What’s up, guys?” The high-pitch tone that your voice comes out in makes you curse mentally.

Jimin’s eyes flicker back and forth between you and Taehyung, as he had to turn his body completely to follow you out of the circle. He observes your interaction from a distance, a part of him yearning to understand the dynamics between the two.

The circle buzzes with excitement as the spinning bottle gradually loses its momentum, the whirling sound fading into a gentle him. Jimin’s attention snaps back to the game just in time to witness the bottle coming to a stop, finally realizing that this could be his long-awaited chance to finally taste your lips.

“YN!” Jimin whines, but before the can even utter another plea for you to return to the game, his words caught in his throat as the girl he had already kissed is quick to go back for more.

One more time, the group erupts and Jimin fakes his disappointment with a smirk. He’s greeted by the sound of his best friend chuckling. The group makes space for the new players, Taehyung sitting right next to the jock. And as you go to sit, you find your seat unexpectedly occupied by Taehyung’s friend. Maddie sits perfectly in the diagonal of Taehyung and you can’t help but chuckle, before finding a space for you to sit in.

The game continues and the tension is palpable. Each time the bottle whizzes past you, your eyes lock with one of the boys. The anticipation lingers, electrifying the atmosphere. However, you’re not fortunate enough to kiss anyone, instead watching with amusement whenever the bottle lands on a pair.

Taehyung, too, experiences a similar fate, except for when the bottle spin with too much force, resulting in a surprising kiss between him and Jimin. Laughter erupts between the group, as the Capricorn that at first had been reluctant, now caressed the knee of his best friend.

“Get a room!”

Of course, fate will always follow its own course and Taehyung’s was quick to change. As the bottle finally comes to a rest, it points directly at Maddie. The boy’s gaze instinctively shifts towards you, seeking a reaction. You, however, let out a laugh, shoulder-shrugging nonchalantly as if to say it’s a game, you idiot! while deep down a flicker of complex debate dances in your eyes.

As Maddie leans in to kiss Taehyung, a hush falls over the circle and the sound of catcalls and teasing fills the air. The onlookers, fueled by the energy of the party, can’t help but revel in the dramatic moment. Some cheer, while others whistle and jeer playfully, enjoying the spectacle of the unexpected kiss. You can’t help but force a smile while your eyes roll instinctively. Deep down, you’re getting eaten alive by jealousy but refuse to let it show. Staying in the game was the mature thing to do, undoubtedly.

As the cheers die down, Taehyung meets your eyes, silently looking for any type of emotion. Diverting your gaze from his, your focus on the bottle that, without wasting too much time, is already spinning again.

“Ah fuck! I’m cursed at this game.” You finally get up from the circle. “I’m going to find myself a drink.”

As you step away from the circle, the protests from your absence become less audible, muffled by the animated ambiance on the other side of the door. Your heart felt heavy by the conflicted emotions that rushed through your mind and you decide to search for solace inside.

Stepping in, you get hit by the thick air with mingling scents of alcohol, sweat, laughter, and music, enveloping you in the pulsating energy of the party. The rhythm of the music seeped through the walls, syncing with the beat of your racing heart as you make your way to the kitchen.

Right by the edge of the kitchen island, you spot the familiar sight of red cups, all messily stacked, ready to be filled with an array of beverages. Their vibrant red color contrasts perfectly against the dimly lit room. You scan the several options at your disposal as the cup is bountifully held in between your teeth. Finally choosing to go with a plain vodka, the liquid swirls within the cup as your pour it half-full.

What you reckon to previously be the dining area of Jimin’s house had now been transformed into a beer pong arena. The clattering of ping pong balls against the plastic cups drums in your ears draws your attention to the game. You rest by the wall, watching the intense game of the four guys you had never seen before.

Your eyes met the gaze of one of the boys, slightly disheveled and clearly tipsy. The odds were not in his favor, especially considering the way his friend had collapsed onto a nearby couch, leaving his teammate all alone.

You can’t help but chuckle as you shake your head at an epic miss and the boy’s eyes sparkle with a mixture of amusement and mischief, as he held another ping-pong ball in his hand, ready to shoot in the place of his friend.

“Wanna play?” He stops with his arm half pushed back.

With a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of your lips, you decide to join him, confidently pushing your hair back, as you seize this would be the perfect distraction from your thoughts. “We still got a shot to win this.”

“I’m Jin, by the way.” He shakes his hand but is cut short by the protests of your newly found adversaries.

“Nice to meet you Jin,” Opening your mouth slightly, you jump in your place, feet never leaving the ground as you take your shot. The ball turmoils around the cup, finally drowning in the liquid. “I’m YN.”

Your camaraderie with Jin grows with each thrown ping-pong ball and, although you form an unlikely duo, you find comfort in the temporary connection amidst the chaos of the party. With each missed shot and shared laughter, you begin to feel the weight on your shoulders dissipate.

Weary from the relentless beer pong games, you decide it was time to step away from your throne. After dominating two consecutive games, the alcohol coursing through your veins made your head spin and your stomach churned uncomfortably. Bidding your farewells to Jin with a bright smile, he doesn’t let you leave without inviting you to a fraternity party his frat would be having soon. He comments that you should bring all your friends. The more, the merrier.

As yet again you made your way through the lively crowd, your path intersected with Hoseok, a familiar face from the neighborhood, who had opened up his dance studio after finishing up high school with the help of his parents. Rumour had it that he would often bring girls to the studio after hours for epic make-out sessions.

The pulsating beat of the music reverberated through the air, compelling Hoseok to showcase his jaw-dropping dance skills. A circle had been quick to form around him, entranced by his fluid movements and captivating energy.

Your gaze lingered on Hoseok, his body effortlessly gliding across the dance floor. The vibrant lights and infectious rhythm created an electric atmosphere, infusing the room with a sense of euphoria.

As you couldn’t help to be drawn to the vibrant energy that surrounded him, you raid Jimin’s pantry, your eyes immediately noticing a tantalizing array of cookies neatly arranged on the shelf. The detour was necessary, as you feared that joining Hoseok with an almost empty stomach would make you reach a state similar to Angie’s. With a cookie in hand, you succumb to the magnetic pull of the dance floor. The glee pulsed through your veins as you joined the crowd, surrendering to the infectious beat.

As you twirled and swayed to the music, the intoxicating ambiance of the party involved you, temporarily silencing your worries as the thought of Taehyung and his whereabouts kept on crossing your mind. In that whirlwind of sound and movement, surrounded by familiar faces and the carefree spirit of the night, you found yourself breathing freely.

Get Stüpid by Bülow echoed through the house as the party had reached its peak. The decor was slightly disheveled and you were sure that Jimin’s mom would add a couple of rules for the next rager that her son threw. Despite the party going on for more than a couple of hours now, people were still cheerful chaos to witness.

Amidst the commotion, you find yourself settled comfortably on a couch in Jimin’s living room, your colleagues occupying the nearby seats. With a mixture of exhaustion and contentment, you sink into the cushions, letting your body relax as your feet find comfort on the glass coffee table. The room shone with the colorful party lights casting a soft glow over you.

To your left sat Jimin, radiating his signature charm as once again he commented about the last point of the game that had granted them the victory. He leaned in closer to the public, engaged in the conversation that would occasionally be punctuated by his contagious laughter.

To your right, Taehyung lounged with a relaxed demeanor, his arm casually draped around your shoulder. The warmth of his touch offered a sense of familiarity and comfort amidst the loud and clamorous surroundings. His fingertips playfully traveled up and down your arm, goosebumps forming on your body.

As the night wore on and the party gradually winded down, you felt a comforting weariness slowly seep into your body. The constant buzz of conversations and music seemed to fade into the background, replaced by a gentle lull that rocked you toward the embrace of sleep. As your drowsiness deepened and your eyelids began to flutter, the soft tendrils of sleep began to wrap around you. Just as you were about to succumb to the blissful embrace of slumber, a voice pierced through the haze, calling out Taehyung’s name with an excited urgency.

You jolt, eyes flickering open, as you were momentarily disoriented by the interruption. Jimin clasps your legs on his lap together as Taehyung releases his embrace on you.

“Where is he going?” You begin to rub your eyes before stopping mid-action, remembering that you had mascara on.

“Beer pong,” Jimin says softly. “Were you sleeping at my party?!” His voice shrills and you can’t help but snort at the fake offended look on his face. “Guess I was.”

“Time for a game then,” Jimin’s smirk makes your heart beat faster, the mischief almost dripping from his voice.

As Jimin’s voice rings out, proposing a game of truth or dare, the people sitting on the other couches come alive. The childish game makes people eager to gather around, forming a circle that crackles with anticipation and excitement. The group that formed for the game was rather small, but it made things much more exciting.

“Given it’s my party, I should do the honors,” Jimin proposes. His hand lands on your tight, squeezing it lightly as he scans who his victim will be. “Maddie, truth or dare?”

“Truth,” The girl speaks confidently. Some people watching the game cheer excited. “I’m an open book.”

“Do you have a crush on anyone in this room?” Jimin winks at her as everyone waits for an answer.

She looks around the room and you can’t help to raise an eyebrow at her theatrics. “Considering you have an open floorplan, I do, actually.”

“Oh, so it’s not me?” Jimin pretends to be offended and everyone laughs, some still eyeing the girl

“Shut up,” She giggles at his flirtatious comment. “Now… Lisa! Truth or dare?”

“Dare.”

Maddie clasps her hands together, devilishly. She ends up daring the girl to twerk for everybody in the room, which she has to do to the sound of Ed Sheeran. Everyone laughs and it’s the turn of someone else to be faced with the decision. All participants take turns eagerly, revealing amusing truths and partaking in some entertaining dares, igniting laughter and creating unforgettable moments even in the minds of those that are a little bit too tipsy.

As the game continued, the energy in the room escalated, each turn becoming more dramatic than the last. You sit on the edge of the circle, bracing yourself for the next challenge to come. “YN,” You jolt at the sound of your name once again. “Truth or dare?”

“Truth.” You speak after a momentary pause.

Maddie’s eyebrows shoot up, as she leans forward into the circle, a sly grin tugging at the corner of her mouth. “Again? We’ve had 3 truths in a row. I dare say that’s a little… boring.” She clicks her tongue, gaining a dry laugh from you.

A collective gasp rippled through the circle, followed by a chorus of playful boos and teasing remarks. You feel your cheeks getting flustered by the sudden spotlight.

With your competitive spirit igniting, you met Maddie’s gaze head-on. After a moment of contemplation, you made up your mind. A mischievous smile spreads across the girl’s lips. “Alright, Madeleine,” you begin, voice dripping with annoyance, “I’ll take the dare.”

The room erupts with cheers and applauses, impressed by your bold choice, laced with the effect of the liquids they had been ingesting all night. You feel your heart pounding in your chest, ready to step out of your comfort zone to wipe the smug smile off the girl’s face.

“I dare you to…” People chip in, whispering giggles into Maddie’s ears of suggestions to make you tap out of the dare. “Skinnydip into the pool.”

“What?” You look around the room as everyone expects some sort of action from you. “It’s freezing outside, I’m not doing that.”

Glaring, Maddie takes a deep breath. “Fine, but then you can’t refuse the other dare.”

“Those are the rules.” You reply dryly.

The brunette looks around the room until the mischief returns to her features, face lighting up. Truthfully, the only thing missing was the light bulb popping up on her head. Flickering, obviously.

“I dare you to make out with Jimin.”

Your heart pounds in your ears, the room suddenly swirling with a mix of cheers, laughter, and excited whispers. The weight of Maddie’s dare hung in the air, and you felt like someone had a hand on your throat, stopping you from breathing properly.

“Excuse me?”

Your gaze shifts to Jimin, still sitting by your side on the couch as his face shows a mix of surprise and curiosity. Unlike you, he wasn’t offended by the dare, seeming more like he had to make a mental note to thank his friend later for the opportunity to finally kiss you.

Of course, making out with Jimin had crossed your mind hundreds of times. He was the hottest guy in the school but he was also Taehyung’s best friend and Taehyung was your best friend. It was a very complicated mess.

“Are you chickening out of this one too?”

Brushing off the surge of nervousness that travelled through your veins, you take a deep breath, chest filled with determination to prove her wrong. Turning to your side, you now face Jimin. Your hands travel to his face and leaning forward, you give him a small peck on the lips. It was so quick, that he barely even had the chance to close his eyes.

“There you go,” You smile, sarcastically.

“Didn’t I say make out? Not even a 5-year-old would be that bad.” Maddie hysterically laughs.

“That was a bit too quick…” Jimin whispers beside you and you feel like you could snap his head out.

“Oh, so you want a scene?” You feel your blood boil, ready to get up from your seat and drag Maddie into the pool so you could watch her drown.

“Of course, girl.”

“Fine.”

Readjusting yourself, you take one last deep breath before brushing Taehyung off of your mind. Trapping Jimin between your legs, you adjust yourself in his lap, moving your head to one side to as to hide your flustered cheeks from the crowd. He’s smiling like a fool and his hands are quick to find a strong grip on your hips. The room erupts with excitement.

“Fuck it,” You whisper, hand resting on his face as you finally close the space between you.

As your lips clash, an electric surge pulses through your entire being. The softness with which you had initiated the kiss was quickly transformed into a fervent hunger, as your mouths melded together. Jimin’s lips pressed firmly against yours.

You felt the warmth of Jimin’s breath mixing with your own, synchronized breaths quickening as the kiss deepened. His lips moved with skill and confidence, exploring the contours of your mouth with an intoxicating mix of tenderness and longing.

As he kept on asking permission, your tongues danced, almost in a tango, an unspoken language of eagerness growing as the seconds passed. Each gentle stroke of his fingers and playful tease sent shivers down your spine, the intensity of the moment causing you to lose yourself in the intoxicating sensation of his lips on yours.

“What the hell is going on here?!” Taehyung’s voice boomed through the room, shattering the moment you and Jimin were intensively emerged in. You hastily pull away from each other, your expressions a mix of surprise and confusion at the sudden abruptness.

Taehyung’s face contorted in a combination of anger and hurt as he mumbled a few incomprehensible words under his breath. His eyes met yours and you could immediately note that they were filled with disappointment and a pain that cut deep.

Without a word, he turned on his heels, storming out of the room.

You are unable to find your voice or move, suddenly feeling all eyes on you as your own filled with tears. The realization of the consequences of your actions sank in, deepening the state of shock your mind was in.

Jimin, caught off guard by the sudden turn of events looks back and forth between Taehyung’s retreating figure and your stunned loss of words. Confusion clouded his expression as he struggled to make sense of the situation. He hesitated for a moment before his brain commanded his legs to move after his best friend, hoping to be able to clarify whatever was going on.

“Hey, wait up!” Jimin sprints after Taehyung, catching him by the pool. Taehyung spots on his tracks, eyes glued to the floor as he’s afraid of whatever might fall from his lips. “What is going on, bro?”

Hands placed on his hips, Taehyung still has his back facing Jimin. He ponders if he should do this now if he should even bother at all, and finally turns away. His eyes quickly shift between Jimin and the people inside the house. “Oh, I don’t know… you tell me!” Sarcasm drips from his voice and Jimin catches himself frowning.

“Tae, are you feeling ok? Did you take something?” Jimin trails lightly and Taehyung’s reaction only adds fuel to the fire, as he laughs at the question.

“Did I take–” He scoffs, “are you really that daft?!”

More and more people gather outside, curious about the commotion that had just begun. Jimin laughs nervously, taking a step closer to his best friend. “I’m starting to feel like I might have done something I shouldn’t.”

“You feel? You feel, is it?” Taehyung raises his eyebrows, tongue wetting his lips as he goes over his emotions. “The worst part is that you don’t even know what it is–” He laughs at his own disgrace, hands resting over his hips.

“The kiss?” Jimin threads carefully, still clueless. “We were playing truth or dare, bro. Like, I know she’s your best friend but–” He chuckles but not because he finds the situation funny.

“You’re supposed to be my best friend.” Taehyung glares. “And you’re so fucking absorbed by yourself that you forgot to do at least an ok job at it.”

“Why are you being a dick?” Jimin looks around the area, offended by the harsh words of his friend.

“You stick your tongue on the girl I like and I’m the dick?!” Taehyung raises his voice, “but I guess we should all make way for the all-year-round birthday boy, right?!”

“What?” Jimin faintly asks, his mind struggling to process all the information he’s receiving.

“Are you two out of your fucking minds?!” You come rushing in from inside the house, finally having snap out of your trance and noticing how things were escalating quickly. “You’re causing a scene.”

Taehyung looks directly into your eyes, his expression boring and numb. “I’m actually zero concerned about other people. Perhaps that’s why I don’t seem to fit.” He shrugs, carefree. “Happy birthday. I’m done here.”

You can’t help but scoff at his attitude. Of course, deep down you were in the right, but his tone didn’t sit well with you, making you raise your voice. “Oh, so what? You get to kiss whoever you please and I can’t?!”

“So now you’re blaming me?” Despite already having turned his back on the two, Taehyung can’t ignore your comment and turns to face you once more. His expression, though, now is an angry one. “I’m not the one who’s not able to make up my mind. I was pretty clear with you.” He pauses, yet again wetting his lips. “And you didn’t seem to bother right then if I kissed someone else or not—You didn’t seem to bother when you were making out with my best friend. So why now?! Why put the blame on me now?”

You find yourself speechless at his outburst. Taehyung never spoke out. He would always let things slide, except for when he reached his limit. And when he did so, he could be scary.

“Ok, I think we should stop before we say something we might regret.” Jimin chips in.

“We already did,” Taehyung states blankly. “But it wasn’t today.”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” All the words he had said to you run through your head and you feel your heart beating faster.

Taehyung sighs, fingers rubbing his temples. “It means that I don’t to wait for you and I should have never said so.” He pauses, hand returning to rest on his hips. “I told you I like you, and I mean it still… So, do you like me or not?”

You’re at a loss for words. Your heart pounds heavily and you feel like there’s a lump in your throat. What Taehyung was implying was a lot more than a simple let’s be together or not. It put your whole friendship on the line and you were not yet ready to answer his question. You were being selfish, of course, but despite how hard you tried, not a single word came out.

“That actually says a lot.” Taehyung nods, hurt. “I’ll get going now.”

“Taehyung, wait, let’s talk about this.” Jimin panics, grabbing his best friend by the arm.

“Let go!”

Wanting nothing more than to get out of that environment, Taehyung pushes Jimin away and doesn’t dare to look. Not even when you call for him. Nor when Jimin hits the water and everyone gasps. He wanted nothing more to do you or Jimin.

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You're a Fool (Wanda x Fem! Reader)

A/N: Hello, Everyone! I noticed when I posted this initially that it was not appearing in any of the tags I put, so I'm reposting this and see if it'll show up.

Pairing: Protective! Wanda x Fem! Reader

Summary: The request speaks for itself.

Word Count: 6.1k

WARNINGS: Homophobia, Parental Angst, Mentions of past abuse, Verbal and Emotional Abuse, Hurt/Comfort, A Mild Anxiety Attack, Sad Themes, Use of Magic, and Use of Physical Violence. 18+ MINORS DNI!!!

Requests are OPEN; read the rules, please!

Masterlist + Rules

Some of my friends met my mom today and they were telling me how safe they feel with her and how she’s such a caring and loving mother and how I’m so lucky but she’s not actually like that and it only pisses me off bc they don’t know but they’re acting like they do bc they don’t know or they don’t want to and ugh so I was just hoping that you might be interested in writing one where Wanda rlly wants to meet r’s family but r has been stalling and so Wanda gets upset and thinks that r is embarrassed or smth and so r caves and they go stay w r’s family for a holiday and the whole time, they put up a front that they’re so perfect and so Wanda believes them bc r never says anything bc why would r think Wanda would believe the truth when nobody else will and then eventually they do something and it all clicks that the things they did to r were actually awful and Wanda comforts r?? You def don’t have to and you can spin the plot however you like but idk

Requested by Anon!

Snow is rapidly falling on a cold Tuesday night, covering the icy grass and everyone’s vehicles in a thick blanket of ice and clumping snow, forcing everyone to remain inside. Unfortunately, not everyone could make it inside to escape the icy winds of nature; some were still on the road far away from their cozy homes, slipping and sliding on the frozen concrete. You and Wanda were those people far from home, too far; in fact, you two were heading south for a holiday week to spend more time with each other.

You and Wanda have had work piled up to your chins for the past few weeks and decided it was time for a Christmas getaway. It was a relief to see something new, share this time with your wife, and make many memories to tell your kids one day. Stories of how you and your wife would drive late at night to see the bright Christmas decorations, having a Christmas all to yourselves, or how you and Wanda fell deeper in love like a Hallmark movie. You have those things planned and much more and weren’t sure if all could be accomplished. It doesn’t matter if you did or did not get everything you wanted to be done; what matters is all the time you will spend with your amazing, gorgeous, sweet, and loving wife, Wanda. She’s happy that you are hers too. All her life was spent with her brother and no one else until the twins joined the Avengers and she met you. You have to admit; you two are made for each other.

However, there was something you never mentioned to Wanda..; your parents also lived down south where you're vacationing. Usually, that wouldn't be a problem, but you and your parents have a terrible history. In fact, you have not told a soul about your past - only how you were heavily and emotionally damaged by them. Wanda helped you the best she could, especially when those memories returned to haunt you every night. No one knew the truth; you wanted to keep it that way, yet you knew it would come out eventually, whether intentionally or not.

You and Wanda arrived at the holiday inn only an hour ago. You grab your blanket out of your extra bag and delicately spread it across your half of the room’s queen-sized bed before laying down and staring blankly at the ceiling. Dread and your usual anxiety bind you to the comfort of your soft purple fleece blanket, leaving you immobilized. Your parents live here; what would they do if they saw you again? What if you see them?

While wiping away her foundation, she hears your troubled thoughts rattling your shaken mind and throws her used cleaning wipe into the trash can, then slowly turns to you. With a worry-laced voice, Wanda speaks cautiously, “Y/N? What’s wrong?”

The thoughts she heard were garbled beyond any measure, like a radio with the smallest glean of reception. You were shaking; these suppressed memories were finally roaming free in your mind, wreaking havoc on your conscience in a way that has not happened in a year. Tears spilled out of your eyes like a waterfall, and you whimpered every passing second as each terrible memory of your parent’s emotional torture surfaced.

Wanda rushes to your side, and when she reaches you, she gently places her dainty hands on your shoulder and lightly shakes you out of your waking nightmares, “Y/N, hey, I’m here.”

Shaky breaths escape you as you come to conscience. Your y/e/c eyes frantically dart around the room as you jolt up, “W-wha-”

“Detka, hold onto me; I’m right here next to you,” Wanda reassures with a soft cadence.

Your trembling hand shoots to her leg and squeezes hard, “I-okay, okay, um.” No more words could be mustered.

“Name three things you can see, feel, or hear.” Wanda clasps your hand while the other lands on your knee.

Your eyes fall to the snowflakes out the window, “S-snowflakes, there’s a red truck in the parking lot, and, oh, our mini-van!” you feel yourself calm down, your pulse not racing as fast, “I feel…I just feel you. Your warmth, you’re very soft…did you use my lotion again?”

“Psh, noooo,” Wanda feigns ignorance.

You giggle, “Uh huh, yeah.”

“Another bad memory from…way back when?” the memory becomes faint in the redhead’s mind - as it is not her memory she heard.

“Damn,” you grumble, “Must have been intense for you to pick up on it.”

“So much…chaos; what were those from?”

Many memories flooded your imagination, and you are uncertain which memory she referred to, “I can’t recall….”

“You don’t have to, malyshka. It’s late, and we’re both worn out from traveling; let’s get our night clothes on and snuggle 'til we fall asleep.”

You take a deep breath and release before nodding your head in agreement.

—

As you and Wanda lay in bed, waiting for the hypnotic sleep spell to wash over you, Wanda whispers, “What do ya wanna do tomorrow?”

‘Not visit my parents,’ you thought. “Visit the mall, grab some gifts for the Bartons, maybe get some boba, you know, hang out; it’s a mile away from my parent’s house, though.”

Gotta love it when your intrusive thoughts spill out into the open.

Wanda’s eyes light up while she smiles brightly, “Your parents live here!?” she excitedly whispers, “We gotta go see ‘em!”

You look up at Wanda with weary eyes, “Yeah, no, I just, can we stick to the list, milaya? Don’t want to see ‘em on our holiday vacation.”

“What, why?!” Wanda’s eyes widened at your bluntness, “Not even for dinner?” You did not want to talk about them with Wanda, nor should she know what they did to you all your life. The past is the past and shall not be brought back to the present; you don’t want to be an emotional burden to your wife and would rather keep it that way. Can’t let yourself be lost in your emotional torment.

“No, not really,” you answered blankly.

“What’s the matter?”

“Nothing.”

Wanda huffs, “Don’t want me around your parents? Am I not…‘ready’ to meet your parents.”

“Yeah! Wait, no, no, yes?”

“Well?”

“Wanda….”

“We should at least stop by for dinner, Y/N. Please. I promise I won’t be an embarrassment like I always am,” Wanda pleads, her doe eyes shining underneath the moonlight.

Your eyes widen in shock, and your jaw drops for a moment before responding, “You’re not an embarrassment! I'm…really nervous about seeing them again; it's been years and-"

Wanda breathes a small sigh of relief before cutting you off, “I understand, but can we have dinner with them or something? It won't be a detour, malysh, perhaps on a day when our night is not too occupied with sightseeing?”

“Honey, please, not right now…please,” you beg her to drop it. Wanda knows she might be getting underneath your skin with this conversation, and she relaxes her upright posture by slumping down next to you, “Lemme sleep on it, and I’ll give you an answer.”

Wanda wraps an arm around you, pulling you closer to her, and your tension melts little by little, “Detka…I didn’t mean to prod at you like that. It’s not fair to beg for something you aren’t comfortable giving; I’m sorry.”

Your heart flutters happily, and you release a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. The mind races with images and harsh words your goody-two-shoe parents unleashed on you, “You’re alright, love,” you pecked lips, “Still, I want to think it over.” Maybe they changed.

“Oh, okay. But really, Y/N, I don’t want you to feel pressured into doing this…should not have brought it up,” Wanda frowns, rubbing her arm before heading back to the mirror to remove her remaining makeup in silence before you grab her wrist.

“Honey,” you pull her closer, pressing a quick kiss to her lips, “I promise I’m okay…it’s that, well, we had a pretty big fight,” understatement of the decade, “-and I packed up all my things and left.”

“I see,” Wanda clicked her tongue.

“Yeah, so things might be awkward when we go.”

You had an idea, not a great idea, but an idea nonetheless. Perhaps, it was time to confront your parents and stand up for yourself; the only burden on your mind you could not shake no matter what you did.

“Wait, ‘when’?” Wanda asked, unsure of what you meant by ‘when.’

“I think it might be a good idea to…try to mend things between them and me; it might do me some good.” In truth, you wanted Wanda to see why you were so damaged rather than explaining it all to her in excruciating detail. Also, you were worried about this outing because it might make Wanda feel worse about bringing it up in the first place. Who knows what might happen? Your parents might treat you horribly when Wanda’s not there with you, and then when Wanda comes back, she sees it all unraveling, you being berated and emotionally attacked. She rushes you out of the house and comforts you afterward, in turn making her feel like it was all her fault.

“How’s tomorrow night sound?”

“I think that is wonderful! Let’s see, we’ll be Christmas shopping for the team, then it’ll be lunchtime at the mall with some boba, drive around and see the lights, and finally, go to your parent's house! Sounds solid to me, lyubov.”

—

The Next Day

You and Wanda had returned from your day out and about, exploring your ‘lovely’ hometown and wandering around the mall for last-minute Christmas shopping. You picked out plenty of gifts for Natasha, the Bartons, and Steve, who wanted nothing but you grabbed him a selfie stick out of spite anyway. Wanda dragged you to the boba shop, went to a BBQ place a few stores down, and sat down for a satisfying lunch, chatting about your day and all the great memories you have had up until now. Eventually, you two returned to the hotel for a few hours and relaxed, watching Christmas specials while snuggling in bed. After watching two Christmas movies, Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer and Die Hard, which is a Christmas Movie, you and Wanda discuss visiting your parents and debating what time to head over.

You think it’d be wise to call your mom now, as she and your dad are probably at a Christmas event uptown.

“Greetings, Mother.” The phone rang once, and your harpy of a mom picked up.

You caught her at a strange time. She and your father were attending a charity drive when she received your call. Yes, they both are upstanding members of a small, conservative community. That tells all, really. A true horror, I know.

“Woah, hey, sweetie,” her tone was mixed with mockery and a fake happiness you knew all too well.

“Heyyy, I’m in town…with my wife, and I thought you, dad, my wife, and I could come over for dinner; I know it’s late, but…we just rolled into town.” Wanda gave you a thumbs-up.

“Of course, sweetheart, you and…your wife,” She jeers, “Are always welcome, um, oh jeezums, it is late. We should be back in about 15 minutes; got some dinner in the crockpot.”

“Oh,” you sat perfectly still, “Okay, we’re down past the mall; I guess I’ll meet you two at the house.”

“Perfect, see you then,” your mom puts the phone closer to her mouth, “Cunt.”

The line goes dead.

You flinched at the word, ‘Cunt’, one of the many names your mother lovingly adorned you with.

“Alright, they’ll be back from their charity drive in like 15 minutes. Let’s get ready to go.”

She noticed your reaction but didn’t comment on it, “A charity drive, huh? They sound like nice people.”

“Mhm, they do one every year. My parents are active in helping out the homeless; they own a soup kitchen downtown, make sweaters and socks for the less fortunate, donate money to the local hospital, and help out at the animal shelter when they can.”

“Wow, they sound so nice and loving!” Wanda praises as she applies her eyeliner, “I bet they’re so nice at home too.”

You giggle, putting up a front to hide your creeping nervousness, “They sure are, malyshka; you’ll love them.”

As twenty minutes pass, you two are already out the door, in the van, and on the way to your parent's estate when Wanda can’t contain her excitement any longer, “Oh, oh, look, more lights!” Wanda abruptly turns onto 5th Street to see the bright flashing lights illuminating the entire block.

You had no complaints; you were having a great time with your wife, what with sightseeing and all the lights. The first house on your right had a marvelous display that featured a nativity scene close to the house, a string of dull yellow lights adorning the exterior trims, and an inflatable Frosty the Snowman who is deflated. The first house on your left didn’t have much, from what you could see, but the one after it had the works. Santa on his sleigh lit up with his reindeer shining bright on the rooftop. The third house on the right had a ginormous display of a paper Pitbull, yes, Mr. Worldwide, strung up on a cross with fake hair stapled to his glorious bald head with bright white lights with a cardboard text bubble saying, “Mr. Worldwide is Jesus.”

You snapped a picture of it, and Wanda turned the car around in the cul-de-sac after seeing a few more houses with hardly any Christmas spirit on them and resumed your journey, or rather, quick drive, to your parents’ house.

Wanda turns right out of 5th Street and onto the main road leading up to your fateful encounter with your parents for the first time since you were seventeen.

You take a deep breath in, hold it, then let it out slowly in an attempt to calm yourself, to no avail. Wanda notices and offers a comforting hand on your knee, “I’m right here with you; hell, I’ll hold your hand the whole way through.”

“Thank you,” your voice trembles with dread, “I will need your support so bad.”

“I love you, printsessa.” Wanda stops at a red light and plants a kiss on your cheek.

“I love you too, sweetheart,” you blush madly, suddenly and instinctually turning away to hide your blush from Wanda, who chuckles lowly.

“Aww,” Wanda coos, her hand reaching for your thigh, “So cute seeing you so flustered.”

“You sure know how to make a girl turn red,” you laughed nervously.

The light turns green and you approach closer and closer to Cummings St, where you inform Wanda to turn right on Cummings St and look for a bright white house with blue and green Christmas along the exterior trims.

You have no idea how bad this will go; your parents will put on their usual masquerade of perfection - a fake, wide smile with a cheery voice that hides an uncaring, abusive shadow. Sure, you told Wanda of the last argument you and your parents had before you were booted to the curb, but you left out the history of verbal and emotional abuse for obvious reasons.

Out of the corner of her eye, she spots you anxiously gnawing on your hoodie sleeve - you insisted on casual wear for the evening. You could care less about formality in a situation like this, honestly. After the reunion with your parents, you’re never going to see them again in your life, you’ve decided. Lose their numbers for good instead of ignoring them, hell, even coming back to this town. While making plans for the trip, you thought you’d be going far past it instead of to it, yet here you are, in the heart of it, facing your past with someone supporting you all the way.

Your phone rings as Wanda drives up a hill, reaching Cummings St in seconds; your wife turns right and is now going down the road.

“Hey,” your dad immediately says upon answering, “Where the -” your dad looks around to see if anyone else is around. “Where the fuck are you? Can’t even get here on time; you’re late. I don’t like it when you’re late.”

“My wife and I just got onto your street, dad; relax…we’re a few houses down, be there soon,” you hung up, not giving your dad the time of day to bitch and moan.

“Your dad has…not a lot of patience, I take it?” Wanda purses her lips. Already Wanda is seeing the bad aspects of your parents. Hopefully, nothing will escalate during your stay.

“No,” you admitted, “Hardly ever patient.”

Wanda swallows nervously. Fascinating, she’s nervous, all because your dad raised his voice over being a little late, “I see.” As she slowly travels down the tattered concrete road topped with thin ice, she places her hand on your knee to show silent support. You still lightly gnaw on your wet hoodie sleeve, but her warm touch distracts you enough to cease the gnawing, “Want me to hold your hand when we enter?”

“Yes, please.” you interlaced her fingers with yours as Wanda drove up to your parent's house, parking past the driveway in case you wanted to leave quickly.

“Okay, love. I’m right beside you.”

Wanda parks the car and pulls the keys out of the ignition before leaving the vehicle with you rushing to Wanda’s side as she locks the car behind you. You close hands and make your way to their front door. The witch observes her surroundings, taking notes of the neighborhood surrounding your old house and notes how poor - in quality - each house is, especially your mom and dad. Most of the paint has been stripped off by the weather, leaving the wooden frame exposed to the chilly winds, the roofing has not had any maintenance in a few years as some shingles have fallen onto the ground and thrown out of sight, and the lawn is dead, dry grass everywhere.

“Yikes,” you say after a moment of awkward silence.

“It could be worse,” Wanda winces.

“Mhm, definitely.” You sigh, “This house has seen better days.”

Suddenly, the front door swings open to reveal your mother in a yellow floral dress with a jean vest and a pair of bunny slippers. Your mom waves then beckons you both to ‘Come on in!’

Here goes nothing.

You take a deep breath and let it out, and Wanda squeezes your hand tighter, easing you only a little.

You both enter the dilapidated home with your mother walking towards the living room, pointing to a worn black leather loveseat adjacent to the three-seat couch of the same material and to the wall-mounted TV. Ahead of your seat is a reclining chair where your father resides - reading a news article from Fox News, a totally ‘amazing’ newscast. Your dad is wearing a faded white polo with brown stripes across the belly. He adjusts his square glasses and puts his phone on the table next to him while his eyes stare you down while you take your seats. He frowns and then mumbles, “Didn’t know my daughter was a ******, what a disgrace.”

Your mom sits down on the couch and crosses her legs. Her posture is stiff like a board. Her eyes show no love, only coldness, and disdain. Your dad is relatively the same, except his anger shows through his pursed lips and crossed arms.

Wanda is the first to speak, “So, uh, hi, I’m Wanda…Y/N’s wife,” she waves happily.

“I’m Lisa, and my charming husband is Frank,” her voice starts flat, then accentuates to a customer service-esque one. She has officially put on a facade. Her eyes dart to Frank then she wiggles her eyebrows, suggesting he do the same.

Frank catches wind of it and puts his on, too, “Yuppers, I’m Frankie!” His voice wasn’t as chipper as his wife's; it was reminiscent of a mall Santa Claus: jolly, old, and spry, “Nice to meet ya, Wanda, and welcome to our humble abode!”

“Humble is not what I’d call it,” you whispered loud enough for only yourself to hear.

“Y/N, why are you- what brings you here? It’s been so long since I’ve seen my one and only daughter,” Your mother clicks her tongue, raising her brows inquisitively as she tilts her head down.

“Umm, Wanda and I came down for a holiday week off, actually,” you explained sheepishly.

“Oh, fun, fun!” It seems neither of them knows about Wanda and her occupation, at least not that you’ve noticed.

“Been so busy, might as well come back home for a visit.”

“Well…us old folks haven’t been up to much, just doing our normal stuff, doing our annual charity drive and helping out the needy, all that good stuff.” You perk up at those four words. You corrected your slouching posture, now sitting at attention. ‘All that good stuff’ is equal to ‘And all that annoying shit.’

“Yeah, my love told me all about what you two do for your community! You guys are so awesome!” Wanda smiles, laughing happily.

Frank bites back a grunt of disapproval, “It’s fun to build our community back up and ensure everyone gets a dose of goodness.”

You rolled your eyes, knowing everything they were saying was a lie. Truth is, they hate the community and only do this work for recognition and prestige. Your parents dragged you around all your childhood forcing you to participate in these activities.

“I remember you dragging me around all the time, and you’d punish me for not cooperating.” You tried joking, but resentment made you sound like you weren’t.

“You were being argumentative, sweetie. Had to iron out the wrinkles, so to speak.”

Wanda squints at that comment. Maybe there was reason to be hesitant on your part?

“Well, I oughta check on dinner, Lisa; I thinks there are fifteen minutes on the timer.” Frank pushes the leg rest down and heads into the kitchen, “Oh! Honey! Can you take this plate of snacks to the living room for our amazin’ guests?”

“Certainly! Wanda, Y/N? Would you like some wine? I’ve got a great bottle of wine I’d like you to try,” Lisa chirps, standing up to grab a bottle of wine of their wine rack, which only had three bottles of alcohol. From what you could tell, one was whiskey - half drunken - another was Champagne, unopened, and the Pinot Noir your mother was grabbing.

“I’d like only a little bit, still have to drive my lovely Mrs. Maxmimoff back to our motel tonight.”

“Same here.”

Your mother reaches for the bottle, unscrews the cork with the opener, and grabs three wine glasses off the shelf, “Ah, my little girl adopted her wife’s name. It sounds so lovely in my head, Y/N Maximoff.”

“Thank you, mother!” you blushed.

Lisa placed the glasses on the coffee table and poured wine before serving them to you. Wanda takes a whiff and gently stirs the wine in a circular motion, contemplating if she should take a small swig of the alcohol or wait until she’s had a few bites to eat. Your mother puts the cork back into the bottle, placing it back on the wine rack before heading into the kitchen for the charcuterie board filled with cheesy goodness.

“So far, so good, detka,” Wanda presses a kiss to your forehead, which eases your anxiety somewhat, “You’re doing great.”

“Thank you,” you exhaled slowly, “I could not do this without you.”

Your mother returns from the kitchen with the cheese and cracker board, and your dad follows behind with a deep frown, “Won’t be ready for another hour. Meat’s still gotta cook a little more. Can’t have a good servin’ of meat and taters if the meat ain’t easy to pull off the bone.”

“Those are always the best, aren’t they?” Your mom sips her half-empty glass of wine before speaking again, “So, Wanda, what’s it like?”

Lisa pauses, gesturing to Wanda for an answer.

“What’s it like? To be…?”

“You know….” your mother leans in closer, “An Avenger?”

It’s not terribly concerning that your parents know Wanda as one of the world’s strongest heroes; it’s public knowledge.

“Oh, uh,” Wanda hesitates. She doesn’t want to speak nor think about work when she’s not at work, but since they’re your parents, she wants to share as little as possible, “It’s awfully stressful, but I love my team!”

“What happened to that purple guy? The guy with the bow, now there’s a girl???” Your dad hates when his favorite hero is no longer on his screen.

Wanda giggles, “He retired a while ago, actually. The girl is Kate Bishop, the new Hawkeye.”

“I don’t like her or that blondie we saw her smoochin’. Fightin’ was sloppy; I’m sure she’s still new to the ring and all.”

“Kate’s a great friend of ours - we used to be bunkmates, actually,” you commented.

“Bunkmates, huh?” Your mother sipped her wine, “Do you…work…with them…on the battlefield? I don’t keep track of you superhero folks.”

You sat silently for a second before responding, “Not really, but like, if I’m picking them up from a mission and enemy attackers are shooting at us, I shoot at them - has not happened in a while, though…I’m just a field medic.”

“That’s good; you finally got up and did something with your life! A medic for the Avengers, how exciting!”

‘Gotta love it when she’s passive-aggressive,’ you thought, huffing through your nose to show annoyance.

Wanda perks up upon hearing you, “She’s one of our best!”

“What do y’all do afterward, like hang out or…?” Frank grabbed two slices of cheese and two crackers, made a double-decker cheese-cracker stack, and munched away like a happy ferret.

“The main guys train and hone their skills sometimes. Usually, we all hang out and have barbecues or have a house party if Mr. Stark feels like it,” you casually explained, “We’re like a family.”

Lisa’s face drops, exposing her true self for a moment at the comment. She’s pissed you would say that. Your mother hates the fact you found people, let alone a single person, who loves you wholeheartedly. She hates you like a mongoose does a poisonous snake, natural-born enemies. All your life, the two have verbally and emotionally abused you. On a scale of 1 to 10, the intensity was around a 6 when you were growing up, then escalated to a 9, 5 months before they booted you out.

“A family? We’re your family too!” Lisa fake-pouted.

“Um, hmm, mhm.” You were biting your tongue hard to prevent escalating words from escaping your mouth. You’d do anything to avoid a conflict. In fact, there was no need for a screaming fest between you and your parents tonight. Chit-chat, have dinner, and then go back to the motel and cuddle with Wanda all night, watching Christmas movies.

Beep Beep Beep.

“Oop, that’s the timer! I’ll grab y’all a bowl and a plate, and y’all can dig on in!”

“I’m starving, hun; gosh, it smells amazing.”

—

“Thank you both for this delicious meal; we’ve only had fast food for our travels - needed a real meal.” Wanda wipes her mouth off with a brown napkin.

“It’s our pleasure, Wanda,” Your mother says as she puts the plates, bowls, and silverware away into the sink.

“I’ll be right back, using the restroom; actually, where is it?” Wanda asks, standing up from her seat.

“Down the hall and the third door on your right, Wanda,” Frank monotones. A smile creeps up on his previously emotionless face.

Wanda heeds his instructions as she goes down the hall and quickly finds the bathroom, shutting it tight and locking it.

Your parents immediately lock their now angry eyes on you. You knew what was coming next.

“Didn’t know my daughter was a whore for some dumbass superhero,” your mother grimaced, “You knew we hate those types of people, including you.”

“You booted me out for liking women; that was the only reason, wasn’t it? Not just out of pure hatred, but for being gay?” you complained.

“Uh-huh, we don’t like you, gays…you’re tempting pure young women to stop reproducing children.”

“Well, at least as a gay couple, we could adopt children who need a home instead of bringing more into this world to be tortured by it.”

“Yeah, and? You people have such difficulty even being considered for adopting a child if you were straight-”

“Well, I’m not. Women are infinitely better, honestly.”

“Man and women are meant to lay together; it is the natural order of things! You can’t be with a woman; it’s disgusting!”

“That’s what you think, mother…many parts of the world have moved forward, but you have not. I’m not that different from you; I just don’t like men that way - no need to get upset about it.”

“That’s not how we raised ye, girlie; I-”

“Really? You raised me as if I weren’t human. You berated me for doing the simplest things!” you yell, “Abused me with your words! You destroyed my self-confidence and trust in people, yet I found people who like me and even love me. You never loved me! Wanda loves me tenfold!”

“You were supposed to be an upstanding woman, not some childish cunt fucking tacky-costumed morons - can’t believe you married one of ‘em, a female one at that.”

“I can date and sleep with whoever I want, Frank! You know what? Why am I arguing with you two? Both of you are stubborn as mules. I’m done.”

You turn to leave and try rushing out the door for some fresh air when Frank grips your arm like a vice, “You don’t ever call me by name, girl. I’m your dad. I earned that title fair and square.”

“Let go of me, Frank! You’re not worthy of being called ‘dad’ you poisoned the title with your hatred and abuse of me! Let go of me, fucker!” Frank’s grip remained firm on your forearm, which you thrashed about in a vain attempt to escape.

“Not until you call me daddy or papa, bitch,” Frank grips you even harder and then turns a few degrees and pulls on your arm, throwing you to the floor like you were a doll.

You landed hard on the laminate and thought you might get a hefty bruise on your side later. Upon impact, anger swelled up within you, threatening to spill like a dam bursting, “Fuck you,” is all you could muster without losing it.

“YOU DON’T TALK TO YOUR FATHER THAT WAY. YOU KNOW BETTER THAN TO DISRESPECT ME!” Frank had bent over so that his face was level with yours and yelled into your ear.

Lisa joins in and stomps and kicks you repeatedly with her boot. She must be upset enough to resort to physical violence instead of her usual emotional or verbal abuse. For years, they have been waiting for you to return and be subjected to their twisted form of discipline.

“Filthy whores don’t get good treatment in these parts,” your mother growled as she kicked your rear.

“Please, please, stop it! I- please, stop, stop it, please!” Tears streamed down your face, “WANDA!!!”

Down the hallway, Wanda opens the bathroom door and flings it open with a flick of her wrist, slamming it into the wall. Wanda heard all that your parents had to say - the situation had become monstrously loud. You came here to confront them or talk with them about an ‘incident’ before you left their house, so you said. However, your wife knew there had to be another reason for you coming here, something you could not tell her no matter what, and now she knows.

Wanda mumbles to herself, “You put on a mask, then took it off the moment I left my wife with you. Without the mask, where will you hide?”

A furious clicking of red heels echoed off the hallowed, narrow hallway as your mother, Lisa, gets out of her seat in a huff, “Say you’re sorry to your father,” Lisa demands.

Wanda’s scarlet magic twists and turns around their appendages and torsos; crimson tendrils erupt from the floor, grabbing your parents’ arms and violently pulling them to the floor. You sobbed as you curled up into a ball, waiting for the onslaught of their fists and feet to continue bombarding you, but it suddenly came to a halt. In fact, you could not hear them breathe or grunt when they moved around.

“I leave for five fucking minutes, and what do I return to? My wife is on the floor being beaten by her parents.” Her voice becomes unusually thick, and her accent shines through, “Y/N, malyshka,” Wanda rushes to your side and lays down next to you, “Honey…can you stand? I’m going to get you out of here.”

“Please…I need outta here, Wanda….” Wanda helps you to your feet while you wrap an arm around her.

Wanda looks your parents in the eyes with disgust, “You lied to me…about how much of a sweetheart you were to everyone. You seemed so nice and loving at first, but now…you’re just everybody’s fool.”

“Get out of here; we got what we wanted from our whore of a daughter anyway,” Lisa spat, her face red with rage, “Both of you are wretches of hell, begone from this holy house! This sacred house of Pitbull will not be disgraced by an accursed witch and her slave!”

“The spell will last an hour…go fuck yourselves,” Wanda said calmly as she held you closer and tighter than ever in the time you have been together. You were shaking and whimpering as you both exited Frank and Lisa’s house.

“I-I’m sorry, I shoulda said something about them…we coulda not come here if it weren’t for me, my parents were ri-”

“No, they weren’t right about you. You’ve grown so much, my love. You are not the scapegoat for their personal problems anymore.”

“Still, I…should have told you everything instead of leading you here to deal with my past,” you admitted sorrowfully, “I wanted to prove to myself that I could confront my demons alone…I guess not.”

“Detka, it’s okay,” Wanda reassures as you stand on your own, rushing to the passenger's side while Wanda opens the door to the driver’s seat and turns the car on. The redhead turns on the heat to defrost the car and turns the interior lights on, “Sometimes, there are things you can not do alone,” Wanda places a comforting hand on your shoulder, rubbing circles with her thumb, “There’s always people around you, now, who can help you, my love. What I said in my vows remains true, ‘In sickness and in health, in joy and in pain, I promise to always be by your side,’ and I intend to fulfill that vow.”

The car is fully defrosted and warm inside, cozy enough for you both to cuddle up and look at the stars and the moon above; alas, it was time to move. It was time to head back to the holiday inn and recover, possibly heading back home early in the morning; it’s best not to linger here after this incident.

You went from staring blankly out the windshield to leaning on the seat, gazing out the window at the white and yellow lights of the city. “Can we watch a movie when we get back…snuggle too?” you asked hopefully.

“Of course, my love, whatever you want to do tonight, name it, and we’ll do it,” Wanda turned left onto the main road. From here, it’s only a mile or so drive back to the motel. You both sit in silence for the remainder of the trip, which allows you to decompress and mull over some things. It had been a rough night for you, and silence was one of two things keeping you sane, the other being Wanda’s presence.

“Just us on the bed snuggling is all I want for Christmas, malyshka.”

Wanda always honors her word, and so, that is what you two will spend the night doing: taking comfort in each other’s arms to relieve the stress of the afternoon. Lisa and Frank can no longer hurt you; you are as free as a bird flying high above trees. You breathe a sigh of relief, and your burdens are lifted off your shoulders. By the morning, this will all be a bad memory that will be drowned in the sea of all the good ones you and your wife shall make.

Heavily inspired by Everybody's Fool by Evanescence.

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moumouton4 · 1 year

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could u write a blurb ab Thomas (TMR) x reader? something along the lines of them falling in love at first sight at the bonfire? - emmy

tyty, i <3 ur writing

Like Struck By A Lightning || Thomas x reader

A/n : I'm so happy of this request 🥞 Also my requests are open as always so let me know if you have any ideas 💎

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Warning : None just fluff 😌🌺

Summary : You're falling love at first sight with our favorite brunette

I don’t give permission to repost my work, if you want to share it just reblogue it

Word count : 802

A month has passed since he arrived in the glade. And like every month, a new greenie was going to arrive. But he didn't know that, because he was on patrol with Minho and the others, because in spite of his arrival, which could not be described as flamboyant, he knew how to make a place for himself in the exploration group. To everyone's surprise he was an excellent runner

Anyway, back to you. You are cowering in the corner of the metal cage that brought you up there. As it finally opens, letting the sunlight dazzle you. A blond headed boy jumps into the cage and extends a friendly hand to you. You can take it and get out of the shadows

You didn't miss the shock in his eyes as he introduced himself to you "Hello I'm Newt- you're a girl ?!?" you shyly took his hand and walked out of the cage with him to the cheers of the boys which turned into exclamations of surprise. Some were better at hiding their surprise than others "A GIRL ! IN THE GLADE !" "Gally your alcohol is way too strong I think I'm seeing things..."

After the surprise, everyone introduced themselves - which took a long time, but it was so uncommon they had too - and finally they went back to their duties

You spent the day with Newt who turned out to be a good guide and an even better friend for you who had just arrived. He explained to you that a welcome party would be held near the bonfire and that you would meet the people who were not there when you arrived because they were in the labyrinth

The night came soon enough, the fire was lit, logs were put around to serve as seats, Frypan was busy making the best food - with the means at hand and of course Gally brought his famous mead

You were getting to know some of the other boys when someone grabbed you by the shoulders to turn you around and you recognized Newt's voice "I finally found her... let me introduce you..." he stopped and looked at you waiting for your help... in fact he didn't know your first name and neither did you...

When you looked up at the person you were being introduced to - because yes he was tall - you met two brown orbs staring at you. And suddenly it was as if you had been struck by lightning, in your head the rotors had stopped as if they had found the right combination... "Y/n. My name is Y/n" you said with your E/C eyes still in his, as a soft warmth spread over your cheeks

The same phenomenon occurred on the cheeks of the boy in front of you as he froze in place for a while, before reaching out to you and introducing himself "Well Y/n nice to meet you I'm Thomas" you grabbed his hand and squeezed it lightly before saying your name again

His hand sent an electric shock to yours which made you look into each other's eyes again and Thomas swears he didn't notice that spark in your eyes a few seconds ago. He found something bewitching about it and that it was drawing him to you

All the sounds around you died away to the background and for a moment you both felt as if time had stopped... well until Newt cleared his throat and brought you both back to reality

You almost struggled to let go of each other's hands, as if the golden thread of soulmates had just tied your two beings together. The warmth of his hand remaining in yours for a moment more brought you a sense of comfort. You grabbed your hand with the other as if to keep the warmth

Newt waved goodbye before dragging Thomas with him to drink some mead. You couldn't stop your gaze from following the silhouette of the boy you had just met "Thomas" you murmured to yourself

You turned around and went to sit down again with your other friends, this meeting having marked your memory with red iron, your heart tightened and you couldn't help saying goodbye to them few minutes later. Wanting to join Newt hoping to spend more time with Thomas. You couldn't help but feel that there was something more to explore with him

And little did you know that he was thinking the exact same, his head cocked on the side trying to pick you out of the crowd of boys while taking slow sips of mead. A smile forming on his lips as he saw you coming towards him and the others. Yes he was sure being friends with you was going to be harder than he expected

A/n : I hope you guys liked it ! 🍂🌈 Again my requests are open 💫💙

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catiuskaa · 2 months

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new task: valentine’s day {ACTS}

A/N: reposting by acts! [see full version here]. wanted to see if this format works better (and yes i will squeeze everything in this one right here cause its amazing and i 100% worked my ass off on it)

PAIRING! seungmin x reader ; enemies/rivals2lovers!

SUMMARY: boring classes, boring classmates, boring assignments…to seungmin, everyone is boring even if he’s used to pretend otherwise, but you seem to get on his nerves. you, your stupid poem, and his stupid letter.

WC: 4.408k

CW: fluffy comfort, use of spanglish (not relevant to the plot, dw), use of text format, the reader is stupidly short (which i know all about), academic rivals, bad student reader x good student seungmin, mentions of the unability to deal with complicated feelings, mentions of masking feelings, slight hint of bullying, mentions of being followed, (pet)names: little one, shortie, shortcake, smallable, pretty, hyunjin as a walking therapist, and the ending is kind of a reference to a show i'm obsessed with (not gonna say it so i don't spoil it for you guys hehehe)

|PROLOGUE| |ACT 1| |ACT 2| |ACT 3|

[☆★🌷★☆]

{ACT 2: UNDER THE STREETLIGHT}

After avoiding Seungmin like the plague all Thursday, only looking at his back when you zoned off in class, Friday arrived earlier than expected.

You hadn’t been able to concentrate at all, the thought of his sweet taste lingering in your mouth, almost letting you feel the ghost of his lips pressed against yours.

“Hello? Earth to… oh, you’re awake, Jesus.” Abril looked at you with a smile, but she was unable to hide her worried look.

“Of course I am,” you mumbled, shaking your head sideways. “What’s going on?”

“You haven’t even touched your delicious and totally-not-overcooked pasta.” Lara mentioned the cafeteria lunch as she poked it whith her fork, full of humour. “It leads to believe that you’re dealing with something far more interesting that the technical drawing homework, that’s for sure.”

You bit your lip, hesitating.

“Is it because Henry Li has been ignoring you?” Noa mentioned softly.

You blinked, puzzled. “Huh?”

He’d been ignoring you? Now that she had mentioned, maybe that could’ve happened. Maybe you would’ve realized if you hadn’t been so focused on Seungmin and whatever-happened-that-cannot-and-should-not-be-remembered-every-five-minutes…

…or maybe you should look for an easier name for it.

“Uh, no, he invited me to this new place today, actually,” you brushed your hair with your hand mindlessly. “But I’m fine. Really. Just tired.” You smiled at the girls, and joined in at their conversation.

After lunch, you separated from Lara and Noa, who had literature, and Abril, who had been hanging out with a guy called Jeongin from her photography club recently, and so you headed to the study room.

It was a quiet place, quieter that what you had initially expected for a high school study room. Matter of fact, you thought it was a pity that the school closed it after class, considering that in that case you wouldn’t have to walk to the public library.

You opened the door silently, finding that there were barely any students, only three or four people studying silently. You were heading towards a lonely corner so you could listen to music in a high volume without having to pay attention if it could be heard through your headphones. Or maybe, considering that it hadn’t been a lie and that you had slept like four hours maximum, you could probably rest there until the bell rang.

You snickered when you looked to your right, finding someone struggling with the technical drawing homework that had been assigned that morning, the one that Lara and Noa had been talking about.

You gently tapped the guy’s shoulder, but spoke before he even turned.

“You’re missing this incline here,” you whispered on his ear, your arms coming above his shoulders, placing your hands above his, placing the square and bevel on the right angle. “It should be seen, but with dotted lines, get it? That way the side-view makes sense.” You added with a soft giggle.

“Oh, right. T-thank you…” he mumbled, not facing you.

You brushed it off as weird, but your sleepy self wasn’t bothered enough to notice or pry, and instead smiled, ruffled his hair and settled in your cozy little corner, placing your scarf in between your arms and rested your head on it, merely “resting your eyes”, but only if a teacher happened to come and check on the students.

Seungmin stared at your sleeping figure, eyes almost wide. He felt like his heart was going to explode underneath the layers of flesh. His hands tingled, his usually warm and sweaty palms missing the comfortable coldness of yours, so soothing and relaxing.

Either you had completely gone crazy, or he had fallen asleep trying to complete the stupid assignment. He knew you were good at technical drawing, it was one of the subjects were he wasn’t. It wasn’t a surprise when several students started asking you for help on their papers and assignments, considering that you were one of the few who was able to receive praise from the teacher, a middle-aged man with no kind of vocation with kids or teaching, by any means.

But it had never happened when he was the one in need of help, had you ever considered the idea of helping him.

He watched you, puzzled, as he had never done before, and maybe it would be the first time of many because Seungmin found himself liking what he was seeing, dare I say mesmerized by the image before him.

By you.

Your sleepy figure was as calm as he had ever seen from you, sleeping with little to no care in the world. Your hair remained stuck in a ponytail, which allowed Seungmin to notice that it left the skin of your neck visible, and despite the voice on his head saying that it was a behaviour quite like a man from the Modern Ages, just being so fixated at that small bit of skin, he couldn’t help but feel bashfully amazed.

Suddenly, he noticed you licked your lips, your eyes still closed and your small smile never faltering, but that made something start to flutter in his stomach, as if a whole lot of butterflies had been awaken at the sight of you, tranquil, and sweet, and cute, and he forced himself to stop looking at you abruptly, wondering why he had done that in the first place.

Licking your lips only made Seungmin aware of how dry his were, and action plus the thought of your lips immediately brought back what had happened on Wednesday.

Crazy. He’d gone completely crazy.

He felt his hand slowly approach his lips and he grazed them with his fingers, almost able to taste your chapstick back on his lips. Because he had been able. All Wednesday night. And a small part of him wanted more of it.

He blushed, scratching his eyes. He hadn’t slept shit, his mind betraying him every time he attempted to close his eyes instantly going back to the memory of how you stared at him after your kiss, dark pupils, and red lips, and so ridiculously gorgeous that it made Seungmin wonder why whenever he saw you he resorted to his first line in code: being mean.

He never used that side with anyone. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t tried, because small, teasing and slightly unhinged Kim Seungmin had tried to be himself in middle school, and… well.

Let’s just say that it didn’t work like expected.

But everyone loved dorky, funny and sweet Seungmin. Even with the difference with grades, that had definetely not been appreciated in his early years, nowadays people would see that as a part of him, and he recieved praise for it, not only from teachers, but also nice classmates, who sometimes went to seek help from him.

He just needed to pretend for a bit. Smile here and there, and put on a sheepish act of bashfulness that despite it not being natural, it wasn’t totally bad. It wasn’t like middle school.

But then you came in the picture.

Something about you made Seungmin want to tease you. To see you finally look at him after battling in your head if you even should, and then, sometimes when you were mad enough, you’d glare at him, and he couldn’t help but grin. Your cheeks flushed in anger that creeped up your body, how you looked at him through your lashes or how you’d tease him back. The first time you had done that, his brain’s chemistry had changed, he was sure of that.

He didn’t care about the mean remarks, and that now seemed almost obvious, considering what had happened almost two days ago in the school bus.

But it got impossible to miss when Seungmin noticed your sleepy self shivering in your slumber. With a mental groan, careful of not making any kind of loud noise in the study room, he slowly got closer to your corner, and tried to close the windows near it. And failed, because the stupid windows were old and rusty, only able to move them a bit.

He bit his lip, arguing in his head. Would that be enough? No, it probably wasn’t, right? Yeah, it couldn’t be. Considering that you always wore thin clothing, always borrowing your mates’ jackets…

…it couldn’t possibly hurt to do a bit more, right?

Seungmin approached you further, and shook a hand close to your face, but you were dead, as still as a fallen tree, despite the sunlight that enetered throught the windows glowing on your face, the Sun in winter, that brought little to no warmth, made you shine in his eyes.

He’d see you in the public library a couple of hours later. It didn’t mean anything. He could probably tease you for sleeping in school later. Yeah. And then he’d ask for his jacket back.

Seungmin was lost in his thoughts as he carefully settled his jacket over your shoulders, and he froze when you sighed deeply, surrounded by a familiar warmth and a cozy scent that you didn’t know you had missed or needed until then, but you didn’t wake up.

He blinked when he noticed your phone in your hand, the screen suddenly turning on. He giggled at your wallpaper, which had a silly joke on it and a funny doodle of a banana.

But then his eyes trailed down to the notification that had made the phone turn on.

[3 new messages from: henry li🫧]

> sorry i didn’t get to see u yesterday, had to sort smth out!

>guys.its.totally.a.real.address.wdym.lol

> it’s the address for later, shortcake 😉❤️

…huh?

Seungmin blinked once. Twice. Nah, his glasses had to be deceiving him. Then, another notification popped up.

> can’t wait to see you ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

He winced silently.

Ugh. What a cringy choice of emojis.

Did you really like this guy?

He frowned, going back to his place in the study room.

Ugh.

He didn’t care, obviously. Why would he care? That wasn’t his business. Never was, never would be. Not like he was interested. Pffft, no. Not at all. Yeah, nah. That kiss had been a one time thing. Totally. 100%. He wasn’t thinking about it again. Nope. Nor did he want to kiss you again. Not in a chance.

Just… ugh.

It was just that… no. Scratch that. No further comments.

He sighed as he went back to his work, feeling a sudden inspiration hit him as he took out a blank paper for the English class valentine’s assignment, but not before he looked at you again, then shook his head, turning the music back on in his headphones. He started writing, drafting, and throwing papers away, getting slightly desperate at his perfectionism.

He sighed. His eyes trailed off towards you.

Slowly, words started to flow in his head. Pretty sentences, things that he had kept hidden in the back of his mind. Maybe it could be good to let it all out. It couldn’t hurt. Yeah.

So he stared writing. Vomiting word after word. And he finished earlier than expected, with two papers.

One was perfect for the english assignment. It was boring and dull enough to be handed in for a school work, but good enough for his perfectionism.

And the other… was something different.

Something that had only happened because you were there, in front of him.

He stood up, letter on his hand. He leaned against the table you were sleeping in, and settled the jacket further on your shoulders. He sighed, grabbing a pen from his pencil case, folding the letter and signed it.

Maybe it was a bad idea, he thought as he picked up his stuff from the table and adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose.

He looked at your figure once more before heading out.

It had been to check if you were still asleep, of course.

Just to check.

Yeah.

[☆★🌷★☆]

Your phone vibrated in your hand again.

And again.

With a groan, you silently accepted that there was no way you could fool an inanimate object into believing that you were still asleep.

But when you yawned and looked around and didn’t find the posters in your room, but rather a whole bunch of tables and chairs, your eyes widened.

It hadn’t been your alarm but a phone call that had awoken you.

“Y-yeah?” You mumbled, picking up the call and quickly taking your backpack and scarf and rushing out of the study room, taking a quick scan and making sure you weren’t leaving anything behind.

“I’m heading to the club now, shortcake.” A low voice greeted. “Are you getting ready?”

Who…?

“H-henry?” You frowned slightly.

You heard him snicker through the other side. “Yeah?”

Fuck, shit, fuck.

“N-nothing! Nothing, I, uh, I was just doing my make up. Y-you know.”

What? You frowned, even more this time. No, that didn’t make any sense. You always blabbered about how you never did your make up for clubbing because the one you owned was cheap and never stayed on anyways.

“Sure, yeah.”

It didn’t seem like he had noticed.

“You can head there before me. I’ll go there eventually, yeah?”

You heard him snicker on the other side of the phone call. “Ok, baby.” He cleared his throat, stuttering a bit. “Y-yeah, I mean, I’ll uh… get there in a bit. Don’t rush.”

Only then you felt that the wind from outside wasn’t freezing your bones like usual. You squinted at the jacket you were wearing.

“Henry, did you…?” But he hung up.

It probably was him. Yeah. That’s why he had called you. To make sure you’d wake up.

Besides, there were little to no people who’d do such a kind gesture towards you, and even if the jacket was pretty much your style and it smelled like heaven, it didn’t feel like something any of the girls would keep around.

So, why didn’t it made you feel giddy that Henry had given you his jacket?

You kept on running through the hallways and catched the bus that was usually there for students who had extracurricular classes, unlucky people who had to stay in school late in Fridays. You never had, using Fridays to be a bit lazy or to start homework sooner just to hand it in earlier than Seungmin.

Oh.

Friday.

Seungmin.

The library.

You bit your nails, staring through the window.

Would he wait there for long?

What was he going to do once he figured you weren’t going to show up?

Were you… feeling guilty?

No… that… that couldn’t be, you chuckled dryly. Mean decisions against Kim Seungmin didn’t spend too much time on the judgmental side of your brain. You just… teased him back. And he’d take it. And double it. And so on.

So why did this feel too mean?

Could it be because of whatever-happened-that-cannot-and-should-not-be-remembered-every-five-minutes?

Could the fact that it had been the best thing that had happened in a long while?

Well, fine.

Not just ‘thing’.

A kiss.

And for fuck’s sake, what kiss.

You groaned and grunted, sprinting home as soon as the bus stopped.

Why did it always have to be him?

You entered your room and burst open your closet. The jacket was cool, you thought. And if you were going to see Henry, you could just wear it and hand it back to him in the club.

It was vintage, but its warmth engulfed you as if it had been handmade. Its funky designs and patterns looked cute, and its grey color contrasted well with it. You chose the first dress you saw, a tight black dress with no sleeves that you would’ve discarded as too short if you had more time, but it wasn’t exactly something you could’ve bragged about.

Jacket, dress, high socks, boots, wallet, phone, keys, headphones… yeah. You nodded, checking all of the boxes in your mental list, and started hurriedly walking to the address he had sent.

You hoped you weren’t going to be too late.

[☆★🌷★☆]

“Pick up, pick up, pick up…”

“The number you are trying to call is turned off or out of coverage. Please, leave your message after the—”

You hang up, tired of hearing that mechanic voice over and over again.

You looked around you, and there was nothing that looked like a club. You had tried to enter the building that the address lead to, but it hadn’t got well.

A strange figure opened a small window and gave you a look, almost disgusted. It took you a second to understand that they were wearing a mask, with dark lace and other colours. But just when you were about to speak, the window slammed close.

You blinked, puzzled. Where the fuck was Henry sending you? What kind of club was this?

You had started to roam around the building, trying to call him —and failing misserably, because the damn guy couldn’t pick up the fucking phone for the life of him—, but now you were starting to run out of ideas.

It was past 12pm, your legs shivered with every slight wind that swooshed your way, and there was no one that was going to pick up the phone. Not Henry, that ridiculous imbecile, not Lucas, who always bragged about having his phone in night mode, so nothing would get to him until morning, and not the girls, because Noa had her phone turned off, Atenea was most likely sleeping, Abril and Lara hadn’t picked up either, and your list of close friends who could possibly pick up was… that.

And no one was picking up the fucking phone.

You were about to keep on ranting about how disgustingly bad this was turning out to be, but you heard footsteps coming your way. You looked around, but didn’t find the source. With a frown, you walked to the building again

Placing your hand on one of the windows, who were dark and almost impossible to see through, you could notice that in the dim light from what could be seen outside, Henry was well entertained with a certain kind of company, so much that he couldn’t even pick up your phone.

You closed your eyes and leaned your forehead against the tinted glass. Of course. Yeah. That made total sense. It was Henry, after all. He had always been known to be kind of an asshole anyways. It couldn’t possibly come out as a surprise the fact that he actually was.

You shook your head and mentally mocked him and the blond girl he was kissing.

Henry Li could go to Hell.

Guess there was nothing left to do now. You had dumped Seungmin, and Henry had dumped you. It was an ass move over an ass move. Maybe you kinda deserved it.

But then your thoughts ended in a halt, because you swore you could feel a shadow starting to follow you from a distance.

They were behind you, but not too close, and due to their hoodie it was imposible to distinguish their face.

So you started walking. Turning left. Right. Left again. Right. Just kept on walking. Don’t look behind you. They’d probably just leave. This had to be your imagination, 100%.

But when you took a peak, the silhouette was not only still behind you, slowly walking towards you, but a slight bit closer this time.

You swallowed dry, gulped, even. Your heart tightened in your chest. What kind of joke was this? Your eyes were tearing up. You were tired, and this was mental. Adrenaline rumped through your body, and even if you were already lost, you kept on walking.

You took your phone from your pocket. Think, think, think. Who could you call? Who could pick up at one am? You scrolled down your list of contacts, until for a reason you don’t fully get, your eyes stopped at a certain name.

—> seungmeannie

It couldn’t possibly hurt to try… right?

You sniffed almost silently, and pressed call.

One beep.

Two beeps.

Three beeps.

You started crying a bit louder, unable to hold it back.

“Eh, hi…?”

“S-seungmin!” You sobbed, smiling. It was the first time in your life you had been that happy just from being able to hear his voice, raspy and low.

“W-what?” He stopped talking, and you guessed that it was because he hadn’t figured out who was calling him so late at night. “Do you know what time it is, you fun-sized dingus?” He groaned sleepily at the phone.

You bit your lip and sniffed.

“Wait. Are you… crying?” His tone had changed.

“I-i’m sorry about t-this eve-ening.” You sobbed, failing to hold back the tears, hugging the jacket that was still on your shoulders.

“Are you drunk, little one?” You never thought your shoulders could relax as fast as they had when his soft tone of voice called you that stupid nickname.

“N-no, I… I went to this stupid club, with-“

“With Henry, yeah.” The way he said his name, as if he wanted to put that stupid bitch in a box and send him to the end of the world took you by surprise.

“B-but um, he’s not picking up my phone and I…” you gulped. Taking a peek behind you, you shivered. “I think someone’s following me.”

“Wait, what?” Seungmin had never stood up from bed as fast as he had done that night. “Where are you?” He asked to the phone as he randomly picked a sweater and his glasses, biting his lip as he struggled to put on his shoes.

“I… I don’t know.” You sobbed. “I started walking away so he’d go, but it didn’t work.” You mumbled, sniffing. You felt so stupid.

“Everything’s going to be fine, yeah?” It was the first time in the whole afternoon that you felt like that statement could be true. Because Seungmin was going to help you. “Don’t hang up. Tell me what buildings can you see. Try heading away from small alleys. I’ll find you.”

Seungmin rushed out of his appartment, not before scribbling down what was happening in a post it note and left it on his mother’s bedside table.

“T-there are some restaurants, but they’re all closed.” You started, dubious as how was this going to work. “There’s a road to my left.”

“Can you name any of the restaurants, little one?” Seungmin had a hunch, and he huffed, sprinting to the plaza closest to his appartment.

“I just passed by a Mexican, I think.” You sniffed, Seungmin’s soothing voice working like a charm and calming you down slowly. “In front of me, I think this is a Japanese… it’s called Ginza.”

Seungmin chuckled, feeling relief flooding his body. “Y-yeah, ok! I- god, yes, I know where you are. Keep walking straight ahead. There should be a park, right?” He started running, hiding the fact that he’d have to rush and make the usual fifteen minutes it could take him to arrive where you were and make them five.

He needed to see you and make sure you were safe.

“I… shit, yeah! I can see it!” You went back to crying, a smile planted in your features.

“I’m almost there. You’re doing so well, little one.”

You felt your cheeks getting warmer at that. Walking a bit faster, you looked behind you, finding that the silhouette was still there.

But Seungmin was close. Seungmin said everything would be fine.

“S-seungmin?” You mumbled at the phone, wanting to hear his voice, so soothing and warm.

“Under the streetlight, silly.”

You heard the beep that sounded when Seungmin ended the call, but he was there, tangible, a couple of meters away from you.

You chuckled, happy to see him for the first time ever, and crying away the pent up stress and worry, you ran off to him, and clung your arms around his neck tightly, unbothered at the need to stand on the tips of your toes to do so.

Seungmin stuttered, still panting from the marathon he had ran to get there, 100% baffled at this. But it was ok. You were there. You were safe.

“T-they’re still behind me.” You whispered against his chest.

He could feel your nervousness on your tone, how scared you were judging by how strongly your arms closed behind his neck, and hesitated for a second before hugging you back, his arms pulling you closer by your lower back, keeping you grounded and so weirdly safe in his grasp, and it felt so strangely comforting coming from him that your eyes swelled with more tears.

You couldn’t see or feel the person behind you anymore, but Seungmin did, somewhat clearly.

The only thing that his mind made up that moment is that for the person to leave, they’d have to believe you two did know each other.

And Seungmin’s heart beated loudly in his chest when your grasp loosened and you stood back on your feet, allowing him to see how your lip trembled, how you were holding back tears and how you looked at him with a million emotions hidden in the colour of your eyes. He had never seen you cry before.

His hands itched to touch you again, a sudden need to comfort you that overwhelmed him.

So he did.

His hands cradled your cheeks, his thumbs brushing away your tears, and he pecked your lips softly, smiling at your baffled face. His arms engulfed you in a comforting hug that smelled so much like the jacket you were wearing.

He looked behind you, and the silhouette was nowhere to be found. As if it had never been there before.

“It’s ok.” Seungmin whispered in your ear. “I’m here now. You’re safe. They’re gone, yeah?” His arms rested on your shoulders as his slender hands stroked your hair. “No one’s gonna hurt you now, pretty.”

And you started to cry on his shoulder, because not only then you realized how bad you had needed a hug, and not even the fact that it had been a hug from him that you had secretly yearned for, but because none of your excuses made sense now.

There was no ‘fake’ or ‘real’ Seungmin.

Whatever he was, fake or not, stood in front of you as he hugged you under the streetlight.

And you sighed as he cooed at you softly, because deep down you had known for a while.

It was time you came to terms with it.

[☆★🌷★☆]

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The Palm of a Scarred Hand.

Diluven | 2.8k | Rated T | No reposts.

Barbatos is missing after the theft of his Gnosis and Diluc as well as Jean are determined to make sure he is safe. Told in several parts.

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The sound of a plate breaking awakes Diluc from his slumber.

In his room, a Wind Being lifts an apple with it’s little wings and feet and tries to steal it. It’s comical. The apple is bigger than the sprite, so it struggles to remain flying. Diluc gets out of his bed and walks over to the table as to announce his arrival and the sprite, now startled, drops the apple next to the broken pieces of the plate and attempts to flee. He’d think he’s dreaming, but he knows Wind Beings are very much real and exist around the whole of Mondstadt—why this one is here in his bedroom of all places perplexes him.

Diluc notices that the creature is weakened and injured. In an attempt to flee, it ends up falling next to the apple. It must have been trying to take the fruit to a safe, hidden place to eat it to gather strength. There was only one thing to do. He helps the sprite sit upright against a glass and takes a small knife next to the other fruits and cuts the apple into much more manageable pieces for the Wind Being.

He hands a piece to the sprite.

“Here.”

The sprite responded by looking at him curiously, shocked by the kind gesture.

“Go on. You’re hungry, yes?”

Having gained its trust, Diluc watches as the Wind Being eats the apple quickly. He would continue to feed it until the apple was finished. It worked wonders, for vitality returned to it, bringing a smile to Diluc’s face. He got along better with creatures of all kinds, elemental ones included.

The Wind Being nudges his cheek happily.

Perhaps he is not as cold and unapproachable as everyone thinks.

From then on, the Wind Being follows him. On his nightly patrol as the Darknight Hero, the Being manifests Anemo and swirls his Pyro to deliver devastating blows to members of the Abyss Order and Fatui alike. When he is injured, the Being can heal him. He doesn’t know why a simple gesture like feeding it can cause such a profound friendship, but he isn’t complaining and it isn’t the weirdest thing that has happened to him.

When he is at Angel’s Share, the patrons notice his new friend and whisper about it. The Wind Being is an Elemental often very elusive, only choosing to manifest before a select few. Why Diluc, a person who many have often wrongfully said was cold and unapproachable did this Wind Being find comfort with confuses him, but it wasn’t unwelcome.

In turn, Diluc became protective of it. He did not allow just anyone to attempt the touch the Wind Being. He even made a small bed for it for comfort and left cut up apples next to it in the morning. It seemed to like apples above any other fruit and there would be no shortage of that in any coming day.

Lately, Diluc noticed that his life became a bit easier. He was offered things he could only call blessings. His work became less. He felt comfort every time the Wind Being would nudge him awake the next morning and follow him wherever he would go.

He felt protected. How nice it is to feel such a thing he hasn’t felt in a long time.

Diluc leaned against the side of Jean’s desk and crossed his arms.

“You have concerns, or else you wouldn’t have begged me to come.”

“I—Yes. And thank you for coming, by the way,” Jean responded. “I know how much you’d rather not be here.”

Jean looked tired and worse for wear. Shaken and stirred. Diluc could see the bags under her eyes but worst of all, he could see the sadness in her eyes. It did not fit a woman of her status. Jean was the kind of woman who smiled even through pain. Her selflessness could be her enemy, but it did not make her weak. It was one of the reasons why Diluc still respected her to this day despite his eternal malice towards the Ordo Favonius.

He also shares in her sadness. Neither of them wanted to admit or speak about it, but it was necessary to formulate a plan.

“…You truly have not seen Lord Barbatos, Diluc?”

Sighing, Diluc rubbed his temples. The headache was oncoming.

“The last to see him was the Honorary Knight and myself, but the Honorary Knight left for Liyue shortly after their conversation and would not know anything,” He began to explain. “He came to Angel’s Share that very same day for his usual and after that, he has not been seen since. I can’t even use my Network to even locate him because he is our Archon. My members will get suspicious and I will not dishonor his wish to remain anonymous.”

Anger begins to show on his face.

“If it wasn’t for those fucking Fatui, he would still be present in Mondstadt! How could I have let this happen despite having eyes and ears all over the damned city!”

“It is not your fault,” Jean scolded him. “Those Fatui are evil. I should have thrown them all out. But even if I did, would it still have been enough to prevent the theft of his Gnosis…?”

“Anything that thwarts the Fatui is valiant in itself. Still, you should not take the blame either. You are the face of the Ordo Favonius and the reason why I tolerate it at best. You do good work. If you attempted hostility like I do, there would surely be consequences to you.”

Jean briefly smiled. It felt good to hear such kind words coming from Diluc. Her eyes catch the Wind Being that has been sleeping soundly on his shoulder.

“So, what’s the story behind the Wind Being?”

“I found it in a weakened state trying to take an apple, so I fed it. It is… a friend.”

“You know,” Jean’s eyes lit up, as if remembering something important. “It’s said Wind Beings are manifestations of Barbatos’ will. They give blessings to all and protect those who need it.”

“Is that so?” He looked at the sleeping creature. “That is useful.”

“I’m sure it is. Do not worry, we will find Lord Barbatos.”

Diluc prepares his leave, but not before turning back to her.

“Get some damn sleep, you’re making me tired just by looking at you.”

She laughed and saw him off.

Their mutual understanding was simple: they would bring Barbatos home safely.

Diluc pokes the Wind Being softly as it waddles about on the table. It makes a sound as if laughing and he can’t help but to chuckle himself—but the amusement fades as quickly as it came. He cannot stop thinking about the current situation. Sighing, he finally says what is on his mind.

“If you’re a manifestation of Barbatos’ will, does that mean he is alright? And that he is not angry? I hope he is not injured somewhere, unable to call for help.”

The Wind Being tilts it’s head and begins to fly, nudging Diluc’s cheek to comfort him.

“It’s alright. I’m not upset. Just worried. It is different without him. The patrons miss his songs. I… I miss his songs. I did not realize his personality rubbed off on me until he was gone.”

He was talking to an Elemental Being of all things. How far gone was he?

“Knowing that our Archon was living amongst us and protecting the land all of this time, only to be attacked where he should have felt safe… It is just pathetic of us to have let that happened.”

The Wind Being showed sadness. It’s sounds were melancholy. Of course it would be able to understand.

Diluc extends his hands and it lands in his palms.

“I’m alright. Don’t worry. It’s time to rest now.”

This gentle creature found safety with Diluc and immediately fell asleep in the palms of his hands. From years of fighting, they were scarred, but the Wind Being didn’t care. His hands were soft and Diluc a trustworthy person.

All he could do is gently move to his bedroom and place the creature on it’s bed and try to get some sleep himself.

It’s the midnight hours when the Wind Being awakes Diluc. This happened normally, but this time, the Being flies frantically in front of him anxiously until it’s certain he is awake. Eyes groggy, he gets up from the bed.

“What is the matter?”

The Wind Being flies towards a map of Mondstadt hanging up on his wall and manifests a harmless ball of Anemo and directs it towards a specific part of the nation. When Diluc gets up to inspect, there’s a marking next to Windrise.

“…You wish to go to Windrise? So late?”

The Wind Being cooed happily.

But why?

Dressing quickly, he leaves Dawn Winery and makes his way to Windrise. He didn’t worry about it being late for he’s been out later defending Mondstadt as the Darknight Hero. While he can understand why such an important location would be a necessary destination for an Elemental Being, it makes little sense why the creature wakes him up so suddenly to go. Thinking about it too hard will only form more questions.

Vennessa’s great tree is within a moment’s reach and the coming of dawn along with it. Diluc quickens his pace aside the Wind Being until he is face to face with the Statue of Barbatos. He feels an ache upon seeing it.

The Wind Being nudges his cheek once more as if knowing before approaching the statue.

It begins to glow teal, with thick strands of Anemo coming from the depiction of Barbatos and the orb he held. The ribbons of Anemo surrounded and engulfed the creature in the light. In awe, Diluc’s eyes widened. He knew there was nothing he could do, yet this display of power only lasted a few seconds before everything became still.

The Wind Being was gone, but there was someone else there, ascending slowly to the ground.

Barbatos turned around once his feet touched the grass and looked at Diluc anxiously.

“D…Diluc.”

Diluc didn’t care about the details. He pulled Barbatos into a protective, tight hold.

“You’re alright. You’re alright.”

“I was scared. I’m sorry.”

“You’ve nothing to apologize or worry about. You had every right to be scared. Above all else, we should have protected you.”

Barbatos shook his head. “It feels awful to need protection as a God.”

“Whether God or human, you are not exempt from protection.”

“But…”

Diluc held him even tighter, hands gripping his shirt. He didn’t want to let Barbatos go, and Barbatos felt quite content to stay within the warmth of his hug.

“There are no buts,” Diluc whispered. “Let us protect you, the same way you’ve done for us and the whole of Mondstadt.”

“Thank you. I knew that I could trust you.”

Reluctantly, Diluc lets him free from the hug. He doesn’t quite understand the reasons, but he didn’t have to. Barbatos was safe and unharmed.

“I owe you and Jean an explanation. Please take me to the Ordo Favonius.”

♡

Usually, Jean is professional. Poised—but that all gets thrown out of the window once Barbatos walks into her office. She rises from her chair and gives Barbatost the same treatment Diluc did. She hugs him tightly.

“Barbatos—ah, Venti—I’m—We’re so glad you’re alright! Goodness, Diluc is a miracle worker to have found you!”

“More like, he found me,” Diluc interjected.

“Oh?”

“Yes,” Barbatos nodded. “I am here to explain.”

This was going to be a long while, so Jean and Diluc got comfortable with extra chairs while Barbatos sat on the desk.

“You know that my Gnosis was stolen by the Eighth Harbinger and that I talked to the Traveler before they left for Liyue. By the way, no fault belongs to anyone except myself, so I won’t have any of you thinking that. Anyway, after that happened, I stayed at Windrise a long time. No matter how much I tried to compose myself, I felt fear… So I reverted myself back to that of a Wind Being.

“Wind Beings are Threads of a Thousand Winds and it is my original form before I ascended to be the Anemo Archon after the fall of Decarabian. That’s common knowledge, I think? At any time, I can do this. It’s why I’m able to keep anonymity and give blessings to let Mondstadt know that I’m still around, but I don’t wish to rule over Mondstadters.

“However, I may have exhausted too much. It’s been a while since I reverted back to a Thread of a Thousand Winds. I forgot certain things—I wasn’t at my best mental or physical strength, so I couldn’t return to being “Venti” as quickly as I wanted. That’s when I made my way to Dawn Winery. I only needed an apple or two for my little form to gain some strength to go back to Windrise and shift back. Diluc found me after I dropped the apple and cared for me.

“As a Thread of a Thousand Winds, I cannot speak human languages easily, but I’m still very sentient and can understand what everyone is saying. Knowing how much I was cared for by the both of you makes this old Archon very happy. To be honest… Perhaps I could have shifted back at any time, but I was scared. Still, I know now there is nothing to be scared of because I have such wonderful warriors at my side and willing to protect me, even if I have some reservations about that.”

Barbatos took a deep breath after he explained everything. He didn’t speak, allowing Jean and Diluc to absorb the information given to them. It was after a moment Jean spoke.

“Does the loss of your Gnosis weaken you? Do you need me to do anything for you to ensure your safety?”

“…I can’t explain the complete nature of the Gnosis. No Archon can. Even when the Traveler asked, I was only able to tell them what we’re allowed to share. Please understand. If you’re concerned whether or not I can still protect Mondstadt, then rest assured. I am still the Anemo Archon with or without it. I will be fine.”

“I understand.”

Contempt showed on Diluc’s face.

“I just cannot shake the anger knowing the Fatui did such a cruel deed.”

“Don’t worry yourself,” Barbatos smiled. “They are tricky, those Fatui, but they are like children being instructed to perform nefarious tasks by the parent. I will not give rise to their schemes and neither should you. It is the best decision.”

It was what Barbatos wanted and Diluc would honor that.

Barbatos jumps down from the desk and stretches his arms.

“Alright! That’s enough gloom-and-doom. Conversations like this get me all dreary. I’ll need at least three bottles of Dandelion Wine to make up for it!”

At least he is his normal self.

Diluc can accept that.

“Jean, please get some rest,” Barbatos instructed her. “I barely see any other members of the Ordo Favonius here. Even Lisa has went home. You deserve it.”

Knowing Barbatos was safe did put her at ease. She could get some much needed rest. Diluc and Barbatos would wait for her as she got her necessities and left with them. After she was dropped off home, it was just the two of them walking towards Angel’s Share. Diluc had one too many days off and felt bad for Charles, so he offered him the week off while he took care of everything.

Barbatos took Diluc’s hand and held it as they walked slowly.

“You… You like my songs.”

“So, you remember that.”

“Of course,” Barbatos flushed. “I like seeing this side of you. You’re sweet underneath. I have always known, but it is nice to see.”

“Ah…” Diluc shifted his eyes awkwardly. “Well…”

Cute.

Barbatos squeezed his hand.

“You know that I am right. But… I’m serious. You and Jean made me realize that I’m not forgotten.”

“I don’t want you to be forgotten. You’ve done so much.”

Angel’s Share was within their vision.

“I like you very much, Diluc. I should like to stay at your side. Is… Is that okay?”

How direct he is.

“It would be an honor.”

For good measure, Diluc raised his hand to his lips and kissed it. Barbatos giggled.

Diluc didn’t want to let his hand go but would rather not have the patrons of the tavern gossip about it. That, and he knew Barbatos desired to sing.

It would be just as normal. He being behind the bar, dealing with everyone’s antics and Barbatos singing and playing his lyre, just as it should be. These feelings that surfaced were ones that he’d have to come to understand.

They only grew to be more pleasant once Barbatos’ soft voice filled his ears.

#my fics #krisposting #genshin impact #venti #diluc #diluven #venluc

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Again just a reposting

Day 6: You are an Obsession

|”I am your possession”|Obsession|Intrusive Thoughts|

All Dream ever wanted was a big, happy family for the server. That was the only thing he asked for. Sure, he had other goals, but the most important thing was keeping the server happy. At least, that was his goal in the beginning. After Tommy arrived and all the wars, Dream’s mind became corrupted. He became attached to Tommy, and he became attached even more to the idea of Tommy even though he acted like he had no attachments. Like he was free of what burdened everyone else on the server.

His attachment to Tommy grew stronger and stronger through each passing war. Tommy was a spark in an otherwise bland world. Dream was bored, so goddamn bored in this little world that he owned. Everyone was so boring; the people he once thought were sparks had dulled into embers.

Tommy… oh Tommy… he was perfect; he was everything that Dream wanted to control. Tommy was the one who spat in his face and acted like he was above the rules. Oh boy… was Dream excited to show him exactly why he was in charge. Why nobody fucking messed with him. So he began his plan to prove to Tommy and everyone else (mostly himself) that he was still in charge, that he was the light that everyone should be bowing to. The one everyone should respect. Dream put his plan into motion and everything Dream had planned for led up to Tommy’s exile from L’Manberg.

Tommy was on his back in the damp grass; he liked the cold; it allowed him to feel something other than pain and loneliness for once. Maybe he was being dramatic; he wasn’t exactly lonely, but he still had Dream… Dream came and visited him, so that had to be a plus. As long as Tommy kept being good, Dream wouldn’t leave him.

Maybe he did deserve it, though… After all, he only thought of himself; he couldn’t even do anything right… He hurt his friends, he hurt anyone who ever made the mistake of talking to him, and he- no… he wouldn’t go down that route. Listening to those thoughts brought him nothing but trouble every time.

So, he would relax on the grass and continue to stare up at the night stars. Some seemed to shine brighter than others, and that’s where he focused his gaze. Maybe it could be some sort of metaphor for hope. Or he might just be looking too far into details about stars. Perhaps some just shine brighter than others at specific points in their lifetime.

Tommy supposed he could relate. He was supposed to be the brother of Wilbur Soot, one of the greatest men who ever lived, at least in Tommy’s relatively unbiased opinion. (That was a joke; Tommy was very biased toward Wilbur.) How could he possibly live up to Wilbur’s reputation? Besides the part near the end of his life where he went insane and blew up L’Manberg and scarred Tommy in the process, but before that… Wilbur was a pretty damn cool man.

However, Tommy knew his truth at this point. He was nothing more than Dream’s little puppet. Dream basically controlled his life out here, and nobody within L’Manberg knew. Tommy knew that Dream would tell them all that Tommy was fine out there alone, and he didn’t want to see them.

Just the thought of that made the compass in Tommy’s pant pocket feel heavier. Maybe it was the weight of guilt slowly settling over him. It felt like it crushed him the more he thought; he couldn’t breathe. As the thoughts became darker and darker, it felt like somebody was piling stones on his chest. It started out as simple rocks until it felt like boulders. Crushing him alive, maybe that wouldn’t be the worst.

Those types of thoughts weren’t new to Tommy. He figured a lot of people didn’t think he ever felt guilt for something he’d done. He always did. Now, he just had more time to sit and think about it. To reminisce about the things he messed up. The people he hurt. Somewhere in the darkness of the back of Tommy’s mind was the lingering thought that Dream had set all of this up just so he could have Tommy all to himself.

It wouldn’t surprise him; Dream was an obsessive bastard. Even if he said, he had no attachments. Why else would he go through all of this just to make sure Tommy is alone and maybe even forgotten by the people he thought cared about him. Thinking made Tommy tired, and as he lay there on the damp grass, the wetness of it had since been absorbed into his shirt, his eyes fluttered closed. He didn’t want to get up and go back to his tent.

He woke up the following day with Dream standing over him, looking slightly annoyed. That made Tommy yelp and scramble backward, not expecting to see that first thing in the morning. Dream scoffed, and that’s when Tommy noticed the netherite axe in his hand, glistening in the sunlight. Beautiful but deadly. Just another thing to add to the list of Tommy’s fears. Alongside Dream and the dark… and… yeah, it was mostly just Dream.

“Come on! Get up; you’ve been sleeping for about eleven hours.” Eleven hours? That’s… a lot. Maybe that’s why Tommy felt so well-rested.

Tommy wanted to ask about the real reason he was out here. He knew there was one, but for the life of him, he couldn’t figure out what the fuck it was. He wasn’t sure if Dream would get angry at him, which was the only real reason he hadn’t tried to ask. He took a breath as Dream continued to stare at him as he sat on the grass.

He shivered slightly; sleeping on the grass probably wasn’t the best idea, but there wasn’t much he could do about it now. His shirt was damp now, and he shivered even more with all the cuts and rips in his pants and shirt. He blew air out of his mouth, seeing if he could catch his breath. It obviously wasn’t that cold, but sometimes it's fun to be a little dramatic.

Dream was tired of being ignored. He went over to Tommy, who was still sitting there, staring at him as if unsure what to do. He grabbed Tommy’s sleeve and pulled him to his feet, shoving the axe to his throat but not pressing into his neck. Tommy’s breath quickened, and so did his pulse.

“Why… Why am I here? What- what did you- do you want from me?” Tommy tried to get his words out as quickly as possible, unsure of Dream’s current mood.

“Why? It’s quite simple Tommy. You are the one thing in this entire server that can entertain me. You are the one thing that hasn’t bored me and trust me… you don’t want to bore me Tommy. I don’t want to have to dispose of you yet. You belong to me Tommy, your life is entirely in my hands.” Dream found that last little comment amusing.

He could easily just end it all right here and now. He slowly slid the axe across Tommy’s throat lightly, making sure not to leave any real damage.

“Do you understand me, Tommy?” Dream tightened his grip on the axe as Tommy gulped and tried his best to nod, not trusting himself to form words that wouldn’t put him in deeper shit.

“Say it.” Tommy froze up; what did Dream want him to say? That Dream literally owned him, owned his life, he admitted to himself last night, but trying to say it now was hard.

His tongue felt limp and useless, and his throat felt like it was closing up, but he wouldn’t allow himself to panic now. Just say what he wants, and maybe this can all be over. Nothing terrible needs to happen here.

“I- I belong- I- my life belongs to you…” Tommy managed to find his voice, and Dream removed the axe and gave him a light shove, but Tommy was already off balance, so he went tumbling to the grass.

He just sat there for a minute as Dream glared down at him. Maybe this could just be another nightmare. Deep in his heart, Tommy knew what he said was true; he just never wanted to admit it again

#exile arc #dsmp #dream smp #primeboys (derogatory)#dsmp fic #my writing #c!tommy #c!dream #c!discduo

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