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citydreamgrls · 4 years

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a simple favour - part one

fred weasley x fem!reader

summary: it was all in her best interests, fred never meant to catch feelings for her. it had started as a simple favour.

words: 3,371

warnings: swearing , tw: stalking / stalker , smut in later parts (18+)

find part two here

It had started off out of the blue one morning, a letter waiting for me in the great hall when I came down for breakfast. I had been fixing my hair when multiple heads turned towards me, I frowned as I sat down.

“What?”

Hermione held a letter in her hand, passing it over to me with a weirded out look on her face. I shrugged, recognising my name on the front but not the hand it was written in.

I laughed to myself as my eyes scanned over each carefully thought out word, describing my appearance and how ‘entrancing’ I was. Whoever had intended this letter for me was confessing their feelings in an oddly poetic and creepy way, my only conclusion being that it had to be one of the others playing a trick on me.

“Very funny guys, which one of you wrote this? I can’t recognise the writing.” I threw the parchment down carelessly, letting expectant eyes read over it as Ron grabbed it for himself.

“Doesn’t it say?” Hermione asked me, trying to read it over Harry’s head. “It was already here when we came down.”

“Yeah… this isn’t any of us.” Ron scoffed.

“I think you have a secret admirer y/n.” Harry added, handing it back to me.

I squinted, drinking some of my coffee and eyeing up their faces, expecting one of them to snap and laugh. But all I got was stone cold confusion from each of them. If only the letters had stopped there, then I may not have minded. Little did I know, it would only get worse.

The letters came every single day, sometimes multiple times. What once was harmless words of my beauty and desire turned sinister, now whoever was writing also seemed to know my whereabouts every day. He would depict times when I thought I had been alone, or claim he’d watched me go for my morning shower. My every move was documented, all with a perfect description of what I had been wearing even days after it had happened. The most disgusting part was the anonymity, the knowledge that this person was getting away with being a massive pervert and torturing me with it day in and day out. Whoever was obsessed with me was keeping it a secret and successfully stalking me from the sidelines.

The day that I found flowers on my bed I screamed like I’d been stabbed, making Ron and Harry quickly race up to the dorm thinking that I’d been attacked. Both of them had cringed at ‘gift’ with the realisation that he’d been in my room, sat on my bed and possibly done worse.

“Make sure nothing’s been taken.” Ron had said grimly, making me shudder at the fear that they could have something of mine.

“Jesus what a creep.” I’d whispered, stomping over to the bed and throwing the flowers out the window with a furious shout.

Since that day Hermione tried putting a curse on the bedroom door, meaning that only those who knew the counter-curse could enter, and those who didn’t would be blown all the way back down to the common room. Poor Ron had ended up being the test subject, which he wasn’t happy about in the slightest, but we had to make sure it worked somehow.

However, even that didn’t work. The letters kept arriving as usual, and the gifts would still appear neatly in my room every day. Not that it stopped me from discarding them in the most public way possible. My anger was growing by the second and throwing them away didn’t feel finite enough, so one night after watching the boy’s quidditch practice when Hermione and I found a teddy bear on my pillow I finally lost my cool.

I could hear voices in the common room, but that didn’t stop me. With the bear in one hand I stormed down, pushed past the small crowd of people laughing and chatting, and threw it into the fire with a grunt. They all fell into silence, Hermione catching up just in time to see its fur crackle away.

I sighed in relief, it felt good to watch the flames engulf around it. Whispers started up from behind me as my friend came over, her hand holding mine gently as we both just stood there. The bear's eyes began to melt, the plastic dripping down its face.

“Come on,” She murmured, taking me back upstairs where I screamed about how horrifying it all was and whether this ‘sick fuck’ thought he was being genuinely romantic.

“Who do you think it could be?” Hermione asked me the next night, as I ripped up yet another letter. The sight of my own owl was beginning to instil fear within me.

“At first I thought it could’ve been the twins, but even they’re finding this too much.”

Fred and George knew pretty much everything about everyone at Hogwarts, but when Ron had shown them the extent of this person’s doing, they too drew up a blank, mentioning how weird all of it was.

“They’re not like that,”

“This isn’t a harmless prank anymore is it?” I asked the girl, who wanted desperately to help me solve this twisted mystery.

“I don’t think it ever was,” She hummed to herself, sighing in defeat at the knowledge that the letter I was destroying was in no means the last of its kind.

It quickly became common knowledge that I had a stalker after my meltdown in the common room. Professor Mcconagall even offered to help, but there wasn’t much she could do without knowing who it was. Honestly I was weirdly glad she couldn’t, all this frustration had made me determined to deal with the fucker myself.

Hermione didn’t let me go anywhere by myself anymore, with the fear that the creep could pounce while I was without one of them. Most of the time it was fine, I had classes with at least one of them at all times and we had meals together as it was. But it meant that whenever I needed to study, one of them would have to go with me to the library. Hermione also made the rule that she’d sit outside my cubicle every time I showered, especially since the stalker had mentioned it before, keeping watch in case he tried to show up while I was vulnerable.

Despite it making my life a little more complicated, I was glad the others were so willing to look after me. If it wasn’t for them being with me 24/7 who knows what could have happened?

It was Harry’s turn to be on y/n watch, as he and Ron had called it, when Fred and George came running into the common room breathless. We had been looking over the most recent letter and discussing more theories on who it could possibly be when they’d burst in. We let them get their breath back, Fred hunching over as George did his best to get his words out.

“We know who it is y/n..” He’d just about managed. I jumped up, letting him sit down.

“Wh-at? Really? Who- how?” I stuttered.

Fred stood up straight, having finally gotten his heartbeat back down.

“Katie bell said she’d seen Cormac Mclaggen writing some letters this morning, then Lavender said something about him buying a teddy in Hogsmeade last week.”

“But they both saw him coming down your dorm tower last night.” George finished, cutting his brother off from the kicker of the story.

“Oi I was getting to that.” Fred grumbled, but I had zoned them as soon as I’d heard Cormac’s name mentioned.

My fists clenched up with absolute aggression, I could kill him. Now I had a disgusting, smug face to put to all the fear and loathing he’d caused and all I wanted to do was break said face.

“That fucker!” I shouted out into thin air, heading for the door. But Fred was the one to catch me before I reached it, dragging me back again without a second thought.

“Y/n it could be someone else,” Harry tried to reason, but it had to be him. It only made sense. The twins didn’t seem too convinced but argued another point against me going to find him myself.

“Besides Mclaggen is a big guy, if you go alone there’s no saying what he’d do to you.” George nodded in agreement with his brother and, as much as I hated to admit it, Fred was right. Cormac had been keeper on their quidditch team for a while now, and didn’t hide how much he liked to work out when flirting with girls. So why was he choosing me to be so creepy and mysterious to, not that I would’ve appreciated him doing it face to face either.

We decided to have a secret meeting later that night with everyone after telling Hermione and Ron what we’d learnt. Ron was mad, wanting to confront him immediately similarly to how I had reacted, but like the others Mione agreed that we should plan something.

“Guys like that are too proud, he won’t listen to y/n if she rejects him in person,” She had explained, cross legged at the end of my bed. I was propped up against my headboard, my knees tucked up to my body with multiple means of murder running through my mind.

“Not to mention you’d be giving him the satisfaction he’s always wanted,” Fred added, sitting on the windowsill beside me. One of his feet was hanging off the edge near me, swinging ever so slightly. Some weird part of me wanted to reach out, just for something to hold onto.

In the end it was decided that Ron, Harry and the twins would go and talk to him in the morning while they were at quidditch practice. This meant that I could go down to breakfast without the worry that he would be there, watching me from down the table. I tried to hide my fear of him, but with so many of them looking after me that night it was inevitable that at least one of them saw the tears in my eyes, if not all of them.

Hermione, Ron and Harry needed to go to the library to do homework after we discussed Cormac, leaving me with the twins as bodyguards which could have been worse. They did their best to take my mind off of the boy who had been writing to me about his deepest fantasies, but I wasn’t in the mood for it.

George played around with the perfume bottles lined up on the dresser, using his wand to make them dance. He had always been good at keeping himself amused. Fred had remained on the windowsill the whole time, his foot still going back and forth even when I laid on my side and found it right in my face.

He laughed lightly as I poked it away wordlessly, only to push it back into my face again. Admittedly, our little game of him swinging his foot to me so I could gently hit it away kept my mind busy for a while. Obviously it had sent me to sleep too, as I woke up when Hermione came back to let the twins go. Half asleep I groaned a thank you to them, Fred rustling my hair as he passed by and George slapping my leg in recognition.

Breakfast the next morning felt tense, Lavender had told people she thought it was Mclaggen which meant everyone kept coming up to ask if it was true. Some of them even tried to convince me how nice he really was, and that I was lucky to be wanted by him. Hermione of course sent them all on their way, keeping a hold of my hand as I struggled to finish even one slice of toast. All the while, my eyes remained glued to the great hall doors, hoping I wouldn’t see him turn up early from practice. The thought of seeing him at all had kept me away from the common room, a sickly feeling bubbling in my stomach knowing that the boy’s would probably be confronting him right about now.

I felt like throwing up on the spot, my friend’s hand getting crushed in my own as I saw him saunter in, his eyes immediately catching mine and giving me a smug smile. All I wanted to do was go over to where he sat down without a care and break his nose off with one punch. That would stop him from smirking so much like a pervert.

“What happened?” Hermione asked the boys when they finally arrived.

“”He’s a huge git you know.” Ron grumbled, glaring the boy down but the whole time it was me he was watching. I stopped looking after a while, my eyes glossing over as I listened to the twins explain how he’d reacted.

“I don’t think he even cares that we know,” Fred said.

“He’s proud of it really.” George added, making that sickly feeling somehow intensify.

“Even with these two around he wasn’t bothered,” Harry pointed to the older Weasley brothers with a huff.

“Yeah, and we were threatening him quite a lot.” George laughed, no one else really responding to his attempt at a cheery comment.

“We better go,”Hermione said, checking the time and taking my hand “Come on, if we don’t go now he might wait all day.” She whispered to me and I nodded, standing up with her. “Just ignore him.” The girl reminded me as we got nearer to his end of the table, his eyes following my step.

I broke from Mione’s grip, leaning across the table to him with a glare on my face. The fear had turned into anger all over again now that he was in front of me.

“You’re vile Mclaggen.”

“What’s wrong y/n?” He asked, that smirk never faltering. “Didn’t you like my love letters?”

People around him were confused, now learning that he’d been the one to stalk me these past couple of weeks. While some of them were his friends, none of them jumped to his defense.

“You need to get a fucking life, and leave me alone you freak.” I spat, standing up straight again to see a shocked Hermione waiting for me. I just smiled and took her hand again, leading her out of the hall as if nothing had happened.

“Christ y/n..” she scoffed “Well done.” I leant against the windowsill in the hallway, laughing hysterically into my hands.

“God that felt good.” I breathed a sigh of relief, not sure whether it worked or not but glad that I at least got to embarrass him for just one moment.

It was my mistake to let my guard down and expect nothing more from Mclaggen that day. Because what happened that very night still is the very reason people check that every door and window is locked before they go to bed.

The commotion had woken me up first, shouts and panicked scuffling coming from two different people. Then the lights were turned on, dragging me out of my sleep in a single second just to see Hermione standing in the middle of the room with her wand outstretched. At the other end, Cormac Mclaggen was backing away slowly with his hands in the air, finally a frightened look on his face. He looked over at me, now awake and frozen with fear, giving Mione a chance to shout out for help.

“RON! FRED!” she screamed, knowing just one of them had to have heard from their beds. With this Cormac ran off, Hermione shooting stunning spells after him but he dodged every one of them as he descended the tower.

“Oh my god,” I finally gasped, swallowing down hard. I broke out into a burst of tears just before the boys turned up at the door George and Harry with them, all of them with wands out for whatever was going to be inside. Hermione wrapped her arms around me, looking up at the boys but still reassuring me that it was all okay now.

“He was in here,” She said slowly, making Ron and Harry race down to the common room to see if they could catch him.

Fred and George came to my side, each taking one of my hands and holding it tight. They sat with me all through the night, letting Hermione sleep for a while. Neither of them dared drift off themselves, certain that this wouldn’t be the creep’s last attempt to get close to me.

“You can sleep if you want,” Fred whispered to me, my head leaning on his shoulder. I shook it slightly.

“I can’t.”

{third pov}

When y/n whispered to him that she couldn’t sleep, despite all the people there to keep watch for that dick Mclaggen, Fred decided he wanted to see him dead. There had to be more he could do, something that would make him leave her alone for good. Threats hadn’t worked on him, neither had the girl he wanted so badly confronting him. So the boy felt at a loss, yet fuelled to stop the onslaught of fear that y/n felt.

So he waited until his brother was in the shower to sneak off to the courtyard, hoping to catch the pervert on his way to his daily run by the lake.

“Oi, Mclaggen!” He called across the empty bridge, seeing him appear from the castle.

“You alright Weasley?”

“It’s Fred. And I know what you did last night?” He stood tall over the boy, but nothing seemed to waver his confidence.

“And what would that be?”

“You were there, in her room. You sick fucker.” The boy huffed, feeling himself growing more and more frustrated at Cormac’s arrogance.

“You missed quite a party,” he scoffed, raising his eyebrows. Fred reached forward, grabbing his shirt and pulling it up to his chin.

“You listen to me, Okay? Leave y/n alone.” The boy swore that the pervert’s smile grew.

“And what’s it to you Weasley.” He all but hissed.

“She’s my girlfriend.”

The words had come out quicker than he’d really had time to think over their repercussions, but seeing the look on Mclaggen’s face drop in shock made up for whatever he was going to have to do from then on.

“She.. l-likes you?” Fred dropped him again, making him stumble slightly as he thought it over.

“Afraid so buddy.”

“How long has she been yours?” He hated the way it was phrased as if y/n was a possession for one of them to own.

“Two weeks.” Fred lied yet again, the anger he’d felt pushing him continue this story. At least it seemed to bother the other boy enough.

Cormac had sent one last glare at the ginger, before going off in a huff. Finally something had worked, maybe not for good, but it at least had gotten a reaction out of him. As Fred headed back inside the castle he realised that the only way the creep’s obsessive ways could be stopped, was if y/n’s attention was somewhere else.

Now he just had to find a way to explain that to her, without her getting too mad.

My room was now my safe place, somewhere he couldn’t turn up without consequence. Harry had brought me some breakfast from the great hall, and Ron was doing his best to keep what little spirits we had amongst us high. Hermione and George had given up trying to convince me to tell Mcgonagall, as I assured them nothing could be done unless he was caught inside the dorm.

“It’s just our word against his,” I huffed. We were all sitting around wondering where Fred had disappeared to when he appeared at the door, an awkward smile on his face when we all looked over at him.

“So…” He started, his voice wary as if we all might snap at him for what he was abou to say. “I might have done something bad.”

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miyosamu · 4 years

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Bokuto & Kenma with a boyfriend

Bokuto Koutarou

everyone on the team learned that bokuto has a thing for someone once they noticed how he got even livelier and more show off-y when certain people were in the crowd during their practices

so they went through a whole elimination process to figure out who it was

at first, they just looked at all the girls who’d often come to practice and if bokuto was acting show off-y even when they weren’t present then they’d get eliminated

and they kept doing this until they went through all the girls

and it was none of them

so they got ?????

and they did it again to double-check

same result

so then they were like o k let’s try it with the guys i guess lol lol

and bam

they found you

konoha knew you cuz you were in the same class as him so he was like holy shit does bokuto have a crush on y/n

so they kept an eye on you for a whole week and observed bokuto’s reaction to your presence/absence and there was no doubt that it was definitely you that he was crushing on

one day during their practice break konoha called you over to talk and bokuto imMEDIATLY perked up

‘konoha knows him?? what’s his name?? what’s their relationship? can he introduce us??’ a bunch of these thoughts went through his head

and while konoha was talking to you he was trying his best not to burst out laughing at bokuto hovering around over your shoulder trying to gauge if and when there would be a good time to insert himself into your conversation

you had just started coming to their practices recently after a friend of yours dragged you to one of their matches and despite you “not being into volleyball” you were totally hooked on watching fukurodani play

you were especially intrigued and impressed by a certain Loud Powerful Ace and so you had become addicted to bokuto’s energy during his plays

something about watching him play was very exciting and he just made you want to keep cheering him on

now

you said all this confiding in konoha

but he totally took it as a chance to drag bokuto into the convo being like ‘Yo ace !! y/n over here was totally touched by your plays’

and i swear to god you’ve never seen someone pop out of nowhere so quiCKLY before in your entire life

he just popped up by your side and he wAS ALL SPARKLY EYED AND EXCITED WITH A CUTE BLUSH ACROSS HIS CHEEKS

he was just as overwhelming talking to you as he was with his presence on the court.

honestly, you were hugely thrown off by how over-excited and slightly overbearing he was since you two didn’t technically know each other Like That

but his wholehearted energy and his obvious reverence to the game and just The Pure JOY he exhibited at what konoha said you said about him was just too wholesome you couldn’t help but be fond of him

and bam

that’s it after that bokuto just latched onto you whenever he could

always trying to get closer to you

and you obviously couldn’t reject his advances i mean come on look at him

and when you two finally got in a relationship

god

g o d

the way bokuto loves is so overabundant

it just swallows you whole

you can see it you can feel it

he loves in a way that’s so unrestrained he loves with every ounce of his energy it just pours out of him

he wears his heart on his sleeve more than anyone else

which makes your relationship simple yet complex at the same time

in the long run however, he really ruins other people for you

bokuto is the kind of boyfriend you’d find yourself comparing others to

like if your significant other doesn’t love you as much as bokuto would, are they really the one for you??

hmm much to think about

bokuto has a Huge Thing for you calling him koutarou

it just hits different

not a lot of people call him by his first name even amongst his bestest friends so it makes it feel ~extra special~ coming from you

he has another Huge Thing for you wearing his jersey, just seeing his fukurodani shirt with his number on it on you just hits all the right spots for him he finds it difficult to keep his hands to himself whenever you have it on.

it’s also such a motivational boost for him during matches

when he looks at the bleachers and sees you there wearing his spare jersey and smiling so brightly at him it just erases all of his doubts and clears all his fatigue making him feel rejuvenated

akaashi begs you to attend all their matches wearing that jersey now because you really level up his plays

when you two are alone he gets surprisingly quiet

which i think is not something people would often expect from someone as eccentric as bokuto but it’s true

at the end of the day when it’s just you and him his body totally relaxes, he’s not as reckless, he’s not as loud

he just likes to lay down with you and touch you in some way and just talk

bask in each other’s presence basically

one of his favorites Come Down rituals when the day’s over is to lay down and have you kiss his bruises (cuz he gets those a lot) and have you stroke his back as he rests his head on your chest

bokuto can be very vocal with his love towards you he has no issue telling you he loves you or conveying how much he adores you, but he actually prefers to show it through special gestures he attained over his time with you

before going to bed, he likes to kiss your chest right over the spot where your heart is and it’s his way of demonstrating how much he cherishes you

sometimes during the day, he’d tap the nearest part of you he could reach three times and it’s his way of reminding you “i love you”

and of course, if you ever wanted to hear those words out loud sometime, you can just tell him and he’d shower you for hours with the sincerest confessions

bokuto is not someone who can easily get genuinely angry

but if anyone were to make disgusting comments towards you and you guys’ relationship

oohhh boy

that’s one of the fastest ways to fucking set him ablaze

he WOULD resort to violence he has no issue decking someone in the face for being a homophobic prick

he prefers not to of course, considering his status and just the overall kind of person he is

but he has his limits too

and you are a limit no one is allowed to test.

which is something everyone came to learn fairly quickly

god this is getting so long

i just love bokuto so much i still have so much i wanna say about him ksdhfsjdfuhdf so many aspects of him i wanna cover

and i still have kenma to do jfc i have no idea what i’ll write for him

often times it seems like bokuto has an endless supply of energy and it fools a lot of people into thinking he’s a man with little struggles

which is Not True

he crashes quite often and he has mental breaks more than one would normally assume from someone like him

and during those times he has this weird phase where he gets extra clingy but then distances himself

and you have to work your way around that carefully and you have to think about what you’ll say cuz if what you say isn’t clear enough or if it’s something that could have double meaning it will throw bokuto off and make him think of the worst

as i said earlier, due to bokuto wearing his heart on his sleeve it does make the relationship simple but during times like these it makes it complex because of how sensitive he is

bokuto is extremely emotionally intelligent

he’ll pick up on any emotional cues from you

he’s especially aware of the ones that are along the lines of discomfort or distress

because it’s His Duty as your loving boyfriend to comfort you

be it with his words or with his hugs

speaking of which

bokuto, hands down, gives the best hugs

periodt

kisses from bokuto always border on make outs jdjcjd

he LOVES VERY STRONGLY AND WOULD LIKE TO SHOW IT VERY STRONGLY

so you have to ensure he doesn’t kiss you in public because it WILL take longer than it is socially acceptable to kiss your s/o in public

bokuto shows you off to everyone willing to listen

which, at this point, isn’t a lot of people but he’ll still do it

‘this is my sexy beautiful boyfriend and i love every bit of him look at him isn’t he the best? he’s the best trust me i know’

all in all

10/10 would date

totally worth it

best boyfriend

he adores you

kenma knew you through lev

you were lev’s best friend and so you were doing your obligatory duties as his best friend to show up to their matches and check up on him during practice

everyone on the team knew you really

and honestly, kenma always liked you

you weren’t as overbearing as most other people and you never pushed yourself into his personal space forcefully

kuroo thought you were doing an amazing job at making their resident recluse feel comfortable around you

now when i say kenma liked you

it wasn’t like anything serious

he just preferred you to other people

of course, he thought you were handsome and had a nice personality

but still

he just liked you as a person

but then one day

their manager fell extremely ill right before a tournament and they needed someone to fill in their place

all eyes turned on you

you usually helped the managers whenever you passed by during practice and you were familiar enough with everything to do a good job

plus everyone liked you so

they unanimously picked you for the job and called it a day

that was the first time you ever heard kuroo’s pre-game speech

yknow the one kenma found extremely embarrassing about keeping your blood flowing and supplying oxygen to the brain

you thought it was lovely and poetic when you heard it but you didn’t quite get the analogy

so you asked

and kuroo explained it to you while kenma was cringing half to death behind him

the more kuroo explained it to you the more you understood how truly amazing kenma actually was

by the end of kuroo’s explanation, you were in absolute awe

you couldn’t help but turn to kenma with an expression of repressed excitement and go “KENMA-SAN YOU’RE SO INCREDIBLE!?!?!!!!”

and man

your sparkly eyes, your slightly flushed cheeks, your sincere astonishment, your grin

it made kenma’s heart do something

a flutter

a squeeze

he didn’t know but it was something

he just stood there in bewilderment with his eyes wide as he started feeling things the longer he looked at looking at him like that

you tugged at his little heartstrings

kuroo, being kuroo, totally knew what was going on and he just outright snorted

it was in shock more than anything really

he couldn’t believe what was happening he never saw kenma like that before

kenma snapped out of his daze due to kuroo’s snort and he quickly ducked his head to hide his blush behind his hair and just let out a little “mhm” before passing you and going to the court

you knew kenma was often a man of a few words but you couldn’t help but worry if you had somehow upset him

he never brushed you off like that before this felt different

maybe you stood too close in his personal space or something

you had decided you were gonna apologize later and silently hoped that whatever just happened wouldn’t affect the game

surprise surprise though

kenma’s plays and calls throughout the entire match were impeccable

it left their opponents stunned he had them all figured out

needless to say, nekoma had a certain victory that day

while the team was celebrating and rightfully fawning over kenma, you had been looking at him when he glanced up at you

you smiled at him and gave him a rather enthusiastic thumb’s up

you saw firsthand how kenma’s expression instantly changed

how his eyes widened slightly, how his body stiffened from surprise, and how his cheeks were coloured red from something other than exertion

and then it clicked

you stood there stunned as the realization dawned on you

could it be,,,, kenma liked you-

you cut off the thought before it even fully started because that’s just ridiculous there’s no way

suddenly an arm was thrown over your shoulder

it was kuroo’s

and one look at his face just confirmed everything

and sent you in absolute panic

holyshitholyshitholyshitkenmapossiblylikedyouwhattheheckohmygod

kuroo, who felt your panic, laughed and patted you on the back reassuringly

“relax man hey take your time. this is new for both of you and we don’t know if it will even go anywhere.”

-but i kinda want it to- you thought

kuroo leaned closer to you and whispered sleazily “hhooo you want it to huh you have the hots for kenma dont ya dont ya hohohoooo what do you want to do to my best friend you fiend”

HE’S SO ANNOYING HELPJFKSHDKG WHY IS HE SO PRECEPTIVE

before you could bite back at him he stood back at full length and looked at you “honestly though? i think you have a solid chance with him”

that single sentence repeated itself the entire bus ride back

and it continued to plague your mind for the following couple of weeks as you were weighing the pros and cons of this situation

over these couple of weeks, you were fixated a bit too much on kenma you couldn’t help but notice how cute he was

his little habits and the little faces he pulled as he played his video games were all too endearing

you tried to test the waters a few times here and there by getting friendlier than you usually would

yknow just to gauge his reactions

which you came to discover were also so fucking cute

he got nervous and a bit jumpy and the tips of his ears would tint red

but he never refused you and displayed any type of discomfort

so one afternoon while you two were on court cleaning duty you decided to ask him out

“kenma-san, you know the arcade a couple blocks over? i heard they installed some new games over the past weekend so,, i was wondering if you’d like to go check them out with me. yknow after we’re done here and all…”

you gulped at the tense silence that followed and wondered for a split second if you should add “haha yknow as two friends buddies good bros hanging out ahah”

as you were stuck in your own thoughts kenma let out a little huff and gave you a soft smile “i’d love to”

you heart went wooOOSH at the sight of his smile

whether you were good or bad at video games it didn’t really matter to kenma

he enjoys your company regardless and your reactions to the games amuse him

and this is something that’ll stay constant throughout your relationship

kenma loves games and you love him so whatever your stance was on video games previously didn’t matter because you loved engaging in something that kenma loved

and you also knew that he loved sharing his interest with you

even if you sucked at one game or the other you could get a good laugh out of him from it and it totally makes everything worth it

he, of course, would engage you in what interested you as well

it’s a fair and sweet trade

you guys’ relationship would progress kinda slowly but also not really?? like the pace suit you guys

one of the most hilarious things you had the pleasure of witnessing is kenma raging over a game

you have never seen kenma so animated before and it sENDS

but that’s not your favourite part

your favourite part is when he’s decided he’s had enough so he just leaves the controller and searches for you

he just plops down and burries his face in your stomach while wrapping his arms around you and, depending on how frusterated he is, he’d either let out a really loud groan or just sigh defeatedly into your stomach

if you pet his hair he hums and you don’t think he’s aware but you’ll never tell him cuz you don’t want him to stop

KENMA LITTLE SPOON

something that can be a little puzzeling with kenma is that even though he’s touch and affection starved, he’s not a touchy person so being affectionate is a hit or miss

he’ll never reject your advances for physical affection cuz you’re his boyfriend

but it’s rare for him to be the one intiating it

PDA is not a thing

like ever

not even holding hands

this is new for kenma and he’s so aware of the fact that you’re both guys

he’d just want it to be known between you guys and your trusted circle

but he knows that it sometimes can be upsetting so he does what he can to make it easier

he stands closer to you, enough to feel his body warmth

when he walks beside you sometimes he’ll let the back of his hands brush yours

yknow just little things that go unoticed to everyone else but it means a lot to you

being in a relationship with kenma just means being in the recieving end of a lot of little things that come together and make it wholesome

kenma gives these small quick kisses out of nowhere that make your heart stop for that split second but then by the time you processed it he’s already gone on his way

they kinda feel like kitten licks they’re so quick and small

!!!!!! THIS NEXT HEADCANON CONTAINS A SPOILER FROM THE MANGA SO IF YOU‘RE NOT CAUGHT UP PLEASE SKIP THE NEXT POINT !!!!!!!!!

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on kenma’s youtube videos and streams there are a lot of videos where you appeared in the background doing your thing or just moments where you just check up on him, maybe bring him some food/water, and because of it a lot of his subscribers ship you guys together and whenever kenma comes by comments regarding that he smiles a little and even though he’ll never comment on it, it does kinda make him giddy

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!!!! OK YOU CAN READ NOW !!!!

kenma has this Special Look that’s reserved just for you and it’s so so soft and full of adoration and he usually gives you that look when you’re not looking

his friends see it though and it makes them so happy seeing kenma like this

you make kenma happy

#haikyuu #bokuto koutarou #kozume kenma #bokuto x reader #bokuto x male reader #kenma x reader #kenma x male reader #haikyuu hc #bokuto hc #kenma hc #hq #haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x male reader #x male reader

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haikyuu-sins · 3 years

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i’d love a scenario where Law is very protective over Reader, maybe they are hurt or got drugged and he is PISSED at whoever caused it

male or gender neutral reader is fine ^^

TW: Drinking and getting drugged

I decided to put this ask in here as well so I hope that’s okay!

Law x drunk! reader (but a scenario this time, maybe Reader is a trouble magnet or smth

This is so weird because I was literally going to write a quick scenario where Law’s partner got drugged??? It had been on my mind for weeks and I was just about to write it out!! Now I haven’t been drugged before so I have no idea what it feels like so I’m going off instinct here. I mean I could look it up but I don’t really want to get too realistic here...

****Law being protective with Reader who got drugged

A rare day off. You and the rest of the Heart Pirates were docked at an island and finally able to get some much needed fresh air and stretch your legs. It wasn’t like the Polar Tang was cramped at all,but sometimes you needed to get out in the open. It was a different kind of stretch.

“It feels so nice to have a breeze on me~” you smile, your arms stretching out over your head as the air flows through your hair. You arrived on the island closer to sunset and the little town was bustling. “Captain I’m going to go take a look around!” he didn’t even get a chance to answer before you were off.

The docking area had tons of food shops, clothing stores and boutiques, and a bar that sat in the middle of it all which you would save for last since you assumed that’s where everyone would be later on.

You went around the docks, looking in the stores for a while and nothing really caught your eye. The only thing you bought was something from the small bakery and you ate that on the way to the bar. You were right when you assumed most of the Heart Pirates were going to be in the bar. They all knew that you liked to sit at the actual bar and talk with the bartenders up there so when you only smiled at them and walked right past your boyfriend, Law, they thought nothing of it.

The bartender was a sweet younger woman named Curlie, and you chatted with her about the island and what it’s known for, things to do here and whatnot. You reminded yourself to give her a good tip because she even rolled her eyes when her customers were trying to get her attention since she was having such a nice time talking to you. It came to an end when an unfamiliar man took a seat next to you and tried to engage in a conversation with you.

“‘Ya know, you seemed chatty enough when you were talking with her,” he shoved his thumb to the bartender who was tending to the men on the other side of the bar. “You don’t wanna talk to me?”

You lifted your drink and took a sip from it. “Sorry, she’s just a little more interesting I guess.” you shrugged a shoulder and continued with your beer until it was gone.

“Lemme buy you a round, maybe you’ll talk to me then?” he raised his hand and whistled to Curlie who you could see physically cringe. She turned around to him and walked over.

“I’m not a dog. You don’t need to be whistling at me to get my attention. You can just be patient. Wha’d’ya want?”

“Two beers. Just put it on my tab.”

“You ever gonna pay that tab?” she rolled her eyes and bent down to grab a new glass and filled yours that you already had, and his new one.

“Yeah, yeah, eventually.”

“Better be soon or I’m not servin’ you anymore.” she warned and turned to you.. “Sorry sweetie, I gotta take care of these customers over here...” Curlie frowned before she walked away to do her job.

“Thanks.” you pointed to your drink. “Even though I didn’t ask for it, and just because you bought it for me doesn’t mean I’m obligated to talk to you if that’s what you think.”

Law smirked a bit hearing you in the background. He kind of liked when you got snippy with other guys that tried to flirt with you, it always made him laugh because he knew they were going to get nowhere with you.

“You know, you have really pretty eyes.” The creepy man reached over your drink to brush a strand of hair that was on your face and in that moment, you didn’t notice, but he dropped something in your drink.

You slapped his hand away from him in disgust and cringed. “Try to touch me again. I dare you. You’re lucky I don’t throw my drink in your face right now.”

He put his hands up in defense. “Sorry! Sorry!” he chuckled nervously. “Just thought I’d point out the obvious.”

Law looked back and you did as well, knowing he had probably heard that and you just shook your head at him to let him know that you were okay. He furrowed his brows a bit but he took your word for it and reluctantly turned back around.

There were no words spoken between you and that man next to you while you unknowingly drank your dangerous drink and so he just waited, knowing it was going to kick in soon. And it did, about five minutes later you started to feel weird. Your vision started to get blurry and you shook your head to try and rid it. This was only your third beer and the first two you drank at a slower pace since you were having a conversation with the bartender.

Your body began to sway slightly and you felt nauseous. You closed your eyes and squeezed them shut while you put your head in your hands.

“You doing alright?” the man asked you. You could almost hear a smugness in his voice, like there was a smirk on his face.

“‘M fine...” your speech was slurred and you heard the chair next to you move against the floor. His arms went around your shoulders and he pulled you up out of the chair.

“Let me help you out. You seem like you aren’t doin’ too well.”

“L..aw...” your voice was so quiet and you simply went forward because there wasn’t anywhere else to go but to follow the man who was taking you. “Law...” your left hand was trying to grab onto something and by some grace, your boyfriend was near the front of the bar and your hand grazed against him and their table. You knew he would have seen you before you were able to get out of the bar, but you still got his attention before that happened. “Law-”

He was already seeing red. Before the man even knew what was happening, you were out of his arms and Law was in front of him. He usually didn’t draw his sword unless he was in battle, but just making this guy’s body parts fly around the bar wasn’t going to cut it. For a moment, you were in Law’s grasp before you were handed to Bepo. When you were in that other man’s arms, you willed yourself not to give into whatever he had used on you. But now you knew you were safe and you let your eyes close and you fell limp in the bear’s arms.

Law’s sword was at the man’s throat. Not just near it, but pressing into him. “And where exactly do you think you’re going?” His voice was low, grey eyes narrowed dangerously.

He was shaking. He swallowed but it made the sword press into his neck harder. “I-...”

“You thought you were going to get away with that? Taking my partner right in front of me?” The entire bar was quiet as they watched what was going on. The creep kept trying to back away from Law, stumbling over his feet and words.

“T-they just looked like they needed h-help...”

“They were doing perfectly fine before you went and sat next to them. Now I don’t even want to know what would have happened if I didn’t do anything. But I’m going to make sure it doesn’t happen again. Understand?”

“Y-yes! I’m sorry!” the creep stuttered.

“Oh I don’t think you do. You’re going to die.” Before the man knew it, he was looking at his own heart that was resting in Law’s hand. “This right here,” he squeezed it, making the man clutch his chest where his heart should have been. “As you can see, is your heart. It’s not going to be beating anymore.” as much as Law wanted to torture him and make him cry like a little bitch, you were his priority and even though he knew you were safe with the crew, he needed to get you to the sub. In the next few seconds, Law’s hand clenched around the cube, harder and harder until it burst. “Good riddance.” he threw it to the ground next to his body that was gasping for air and soon there was no more sound coming out of him.

Because the heart was enclosed, his hands stayed clean and he went to take you from Bepo without a word. Law didn’t even know what to say. He was terrified that this had happened to you and didn’t even want to imagine what would have happened if he wasn’t there to help you. He roomed the two of you back to the sub, took you to the infirmary and set you on the bed. Law watched your steady breathing and pushed your hair back, clenching his jaw. He had never been this worried and scared for you before. But you were in his care now and he was going to do the best he could to help you.

It was the next morning when you woke up and Law was right next to you. Your vision still blurred and you blinked the sleep from your eyes. “Law?” your voice was rasped and panicked and you tried to sit up but you felt a hand on your shoulder. There was a sigh of relief when you figured out it was your captain. Tears pricked at your eyes and he immediately pulled you into his chest. It wasn’t like Law to be affectionate but you didn’t mind in the slightest. Your arms wrapped around him and you held each other close.

“Thank you..” your voice was slightly muffled and a quiet sniffle came from you. “I love you.”

You felt his lips on the top of your head. “I love you too.. I’m so glad you’re safe.” he sighed. “Just take it easy for the rest of the day. I want you eating and drinking water to flush it out of your system. And you aren’t going to sit at the bars anymore.”

You chucked. “I will. And good, because I don't want to anymore.”

#one piece #trafalgar law #trafalgar law scenario #law scenario #trafalgar-law-headcanons #law headcanons #trafalgar-law headcanons #one piece trafalgar law #op trafalgar law #one piece headcanons #tw: drugged #one piece scenarios

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give-seconds · 4 years

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Back to You

Summary: You and Mark are all each other have, he’s easily the most important person to you. But something happens and you both are slowly separated, so you work your hardest to be accepted into a college in Korea so you can find your way back to a home with him again.

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--Part 8

“Guess what?” You say excitedly, as the two of you settle into auditorium seats.

“What?”

“Mark invited me to your performance!”

Donghyuck turns his head to look at you, shifting in his seat. “You mean today? Are you coming?”

“Of course, I’m really excited.”

Donghyuck nods his head, breaking eye contact to look around the theatre filled with foreign students and their buddies. “Well it’ll be fun to have you there, do you know where it is?”

“Yeah, Mark sent me the address. But if you could tell me where to go, I would also like to hear that. I’ll probably get lost if I don’t have somewhat of an idea where I am going.”

“Even with a map?”

“Even with a map.”

He chuckles, shaking his head. “If you want, you can come with me. I have to be there earlier, but you can come backstage with me and talk to everyone. But if you don’t want to be there for that long or don’t feel comfortable around people you don’t know, I can just give you the directions.”

“No, I want to go with you. I’ll probably get lost, and it would be nice to meet yours and Mark’s friends.”

He nods his head. “Okay, then. I have to be there at 5:00, so do you want to meet me in front of the library at 4:30?”

You nod your head, looking forward at the blank whiteboard.“So what is this for again?”

He shrugs his shoulders. “Your guess is as good as mine, something about welcoming you to the school I think.”

“After four days?”

He shrugs his shoulders. “Guess so.”

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“Are you sure I can be here?” you ask, shifting your eyes across the room. Everyone in the room was dressed in their performance clothes, making you feel out of place.

“I’m sure, this is just where all the teams wait when they’re not on stage,” Donghyuck says, motioning to the different groups of people. “Each team just picks a section of the room and that’s where they wait. Ours is over there, with all the bags.”

You let out an ‘ah’ as you see the section he was talking about. In the left corner of the room, a bunch of backpacks were leaned against the wall. Next to them, Mark and one of the boys in his team stood talking while the rest of his team, or who you assumed is the rest of his team, sat huddled around something one of them was holding.

“Mark,” you call, waving your hand once you catch both the boy he was talking to and his attention.

“Y/n?” Mark whispers something to the boy, who nods his head, whispering something back, before walking towards you. “What are you doing here?”

You and Donghyuck come to a stop, meeting Mark halfway. “Donghyuck invited me to come early with him so I could talk for a bit with you. Plus, I wanted to meet your other friends.”

He smiles, eyes lighting up. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, glad he wasn’t mad you decided to come early.

“Then follow me and let the Dream tour begin!” He announces, raising his arm as if he were rallying up a crowd.

“Dream tour?”

“Dream tour,” he repeats, looking you dead in the eyes, nodding once.

You confusedly nod your head, smiling at the strange gesture.

“First up, we have Lee Donghyuck. Seeing as he isn’t very important, that’s all I will say for him.”

“Sure, use Korean to say the mean thing, I get it.”

“See, nothing important. Moving on!”

You laugh at the playful banter, Donghyuck letting out an offended scoff.

“It’s okay, it was you or me,” you comfort, pulling Donghyuck’s sleeve lightly as you follow Mark back towards the boy he was talking to before.

“It should have been you.”

“And this is Jisung,” Mark introduces, cutting you off before you can respond to Donghyuck. “Jisung this is my friend, y/n.”

“Jisung is our genius dancing baby,” Donghyuck coos, taking a step forward and reaching his hand up towards Jisung’s face.

Jisung swats his hand, clicking his tongue at Donghyuck before turning his attention to you, bowing his head slightly. “It’s nice to meet you y/n-ssi.”

You smile, bowing your head back. “Oh, just y/n is fine. Or if you’re younger than Donghyuck, you’re younger than me. So y/n or y/n-noona is fine.”

You trial off at the end, worried you’re rambling. You inwardly cringe at yourself, feeling as if you just made the wrong kind of impression. Why must I suck at talking to people?

He smiles shyly, turning his head to look at Mark. “Is she the person you were talking about?”

“Yep.”

“All good things I assume?”

“I told him about the time you hit me with a pillow in your sleep.”

You tilt your head to the side. “When was that? I don’t remember you telling me that.”

“When we had our beds pushed together, remember? You were scared of the dark so we pushed my bed over to yours.”

You roll your eyes, scoffing slightly. “Oh, I remember now. First of all, you were also scared of the dark so don’t even try me. Second of all, I was awake when I hit you. You kept moving in your sleep and it was annoying, so I hit you.”

“Um Noona, if it makes any difference he wasn’t telling me that. He was just saying how excited he was that you were coming today,” Jisung offers quietly, coming to Mark’s defense as he looks away from Mark’s ‘offended’ face to you and then to the ground.

“Oh, well that’s nice of him. Why didn’t you just say that in the first place?” You tease, smiling widely at Mark.

You’ve missed this, missed the jokes and teasing between you two.

“I was trying to be funny,” he mumbles.

“Good to know your sense of humor hasn’t changed.”

“Hyung, you had a bed at her house?”

You feel your heart stop at Donghyuck’s question. You’d gotten so good at censoring yourself when talking about him to other people, but you never thought about how to censor yourself while talking with him to other people.

And judging by Mark’s wide eyes, he feels the same.

“I lived with y/n and her dad for a bit,” Mark answers, eyes never leaving yours. “Their house was pretty small so we shared a room.”

“Ah,” Donghyuck says, tone suggesting he didn’t know what else to say. Not that you blame him, what can you say to that without sounding intrusive? “That must have been fun,”

“It was.” A silence settles over you four, and you break eye contact with Mark to look at the ground, a nervous feeling settling in your gut.

Mark claps his hands, causing you to timidly look up at him. He’s still looking at you, gaze unwavering. He smiles at you, causing a small smile to come back to your face.

“Shall we move on? I think you’re really going to like my next friend.” His smile widens and he cups his hands around his mouth. “Lucas,” he yells, placing extra emphasis on the ‘cas.’

“Ayo man, what’s up?”

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You smile widely, watching Mark and the rest of the guys walk on stage, shuffling into position.

Your opinion doesn’t exactly matter at this point, but you like his friends.

You hadn’t had the chance to have an in-depth talk with them, but the conversation you did have was enough to dismiss any worries you had about them not liking you.

Jisung is sweet and awkward, Chenle and his cousin Lucas are loud and easily excitable, Jeno and Kunhang are just Mark’s type of weird, while Donghyuck holds a strange mixture of all three. You love the different personalities they all have.

But by far, the best part of the team is how much Mark loves them and vice versa. Him, Lucas -or Yukhei as you found out, having witnessed Chenle threaten to tell his mom on him about something-, Chenle, and Kunhang had met at school when they were all transferring (or in Chenle’s case, enrolling) to Korea Kent Foreign School. They’d met the other three at a dance studio, formed a quick bond, and started their own dance crew a year later in Chenle’s basement.

Despite the language barrier at the beginning (which still kicks in every now and again from what you’ve seen) and different personalities, it’s easy to see how much they love each other.

It’s everything you wanted for him.

Shaking your head as the music starts, you focus your attention on the boys.

Donghyuck was right to call Jisung their dancing baby, he’s an amazing dancer. During his solo, you can feel the breath get caught in your throat. If someone told you that was the sweet boy you met twenty minutes ago, you’d laugh. No way could he have such a mature style to him. It’s amazing to you, watching someone so young capture an audience full of parents and friends of other performers.

And while Jisung’s solo is the highlight of the routine and something you’ll congratulate him on, Donghyuck’s mini solos are something that makes your breath stop every time. Jisung’s solo is about showing off his sharp dancing, but all of Donghyuck’s solos are about holding the audience’s attention while the others get change formation. His style is so fluid, so time stopping. Something you’ll look forward to at other performances.

On top of showcasing each of their talents, you can see all the work they must have put into this performance. You can feel their strong sense of teamwork through the performance, better than the two teams before them. And you’re willing to bet better than the two teams that follow them.

When their performance ends, and they’re taking a bow, you’re one of the many giving a standing ovation. Despite not knowing all of them for long, you can’t help but feel a sense of pride well in your chest. As you make eye contact with Mark, you feel your smile stretch wider.

They all look so happy, so proud.

When the final curtain closes after the teams have taken their final bow, you’re not quite sure where to go. You hadn’t thought to ask Mark where you should meet them, forgetting that it wasn’t just their team performing and that the lobby would probably be full of people waiting to congratulate their chosen team.

Getting up, you follow everyone in your row out into the lobby. You pull out your phone, hoping to see a text from Mark or Donghyuck telling you where to meet them.

“Y/n, over here.”

You look up from your phone, standing on the tips of your toes to try and find who called you. You smile, spotting Lucas across the room frantically waving his arm back and forth to try and get your attention.

“You guys did so well,” you gush as soon as they’re in earshot. “I never was interested in dance before this, but now I think I have no choice but to become a fan. You all did a good job, congratulations.”

“Thank you, we’re glad you could make it,” Chenle says politely, a teasing tone taking over. “Minhyung-Hyung was excited for you to come, he kept saying how someone special was coming and we needed to be on our ‘best behavior,’” Chenle says, doing what you assume is an imitation of Mark saying “best behavior.”

“We all know he was talking about you, Kunhang, and Yukhei,” Donghyuck comments.

Chenle clicks his tongue. “Says you.”

“Yeah, says me.”

You laugh, shaking your head at the playful teasing. He really got lucky here.

“Speaking of Mark, where is he?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” Donghyuck says, breaking his intense eye contact with Chenle to look around the room. “He told us to go find you and then just left. He’s probably just in the bathroom.”

You nod your head, another smile spreading across your face as you turn your attention to Jisung. “Jisung, you did amazing with your solo, I was in love. How can you be so good?”

He smiles shyly, avoiding your eyes as he brings his hand to rub the back of his neck. “Thank you, Noona.”

“Oh hey,” Donghyuck says, cutting you off from more praises, pointing to somewhere behind you. “There’s Hyung.”

You turn around, ready to spoil him with kind words, before quickly turning back around, feeling your heart stop.

You’re dead Mark Lee, dead.

“Hey boys, you guys did amazing as always. Jisung congratulations on your solo, Minhyung told me how hard you were preparing for it.”

You don’t look at Jisung, your eyes are trained to the ground in front of you as you debate if flat-out running away is too much, but you can hear the smile in his voice. “Thank you, Mrs. Lee.”

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Thank you to @vitamarkie and @staymoarmyzen for proofreading!!

I appreciate everyone who is reading this, have a great day/night!!

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If Only You Knew - 9/19

Description: You arrive home one day to find a wedding invite for two of your best friends from high school. You knew this day was going to come eventually, but even with that said, you weren’t prepared to return home. At least not after 7 years of avoiding Buckhannon, West Virginia. Or rather, avoiding him; your ex-best friend and the secret love of your life. But maybe it was finally time to face your past, to face him, and everything else that happened on that horrible night. Who would have knew that your prom would end up being a total disaster, and the very last night you’d spend in Buckhannon for the next 7 years? you certainly didn’t. That’s for sure.

Catch up HERE.

Word Count: 3,700 ish.

Pairing: Modern!Steve Rogers x Reader.

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Violence. Drinking. Bad and offensive jokes. Possible triggering thoughts, feelings and emotions. Moments of bullying and harsh name calling. Lots of curse words. And a very sloooow burn.

A/N: I sadly don’t own any of these characters. And no beta reader, so I do proudly own all the errors and this story, so there’s that.

July 2018 - Present

“Steve?” You sniffled, quickly wiping the tears from your cheeks then crossed your arms. “What are you—Why are you here?” He was the very last person you wanted standing in front of you on your porch.

You had come home from the party, willing yourself not to cry in the cab. You didn’t even know why you were crying in the first place. It had been 7 years since you stormed away from him at prom. Where he was with her. Them being engaged now shouldn’t have come as a surprise to you. But yet, it had.

Maybe a little part of you—Okay, let’s be honest, it was a for sure part of you, and it was a lot bigger than just ‘a little’—hoped that you could rekindle even an acquaintanceship with him, but if Madeleine was in the picture, and as his damn fiancee at that, there was no chance of anything with him. She would never let you both be friends, in any form. And hiding your friendship with him was like basically cheating or being some weird version of the other woman. No, you were not that kind of woman. Nor did you want high school 2.0 with Madeleine fucking Karlington. Fuck that shit.

So when you finally walked through your front door, you ran up stairs, changed into comfy clothes and then allowed yourself to mourn what could have been, but now never would be. You allowed yourself to grieve the loss of him once again, knowing you needed that time to get passed it. Or at least get back to where you had once been in your mind. That place where you had pretty much accepted that he would never be a part of your life again. Okay, accepted isn’t the right word here. You would never accept it. More like …handle it. Yeah, a place where you could at least handle the outcome of that night. And the consequences that came from it.

He scratched the back of his neck, looking anywhere but at you, there was his nervous tick again. Which in turn only made you more anxious for the words that were about to leave his mouth. This was it. You’d hear the truth from him now.

“I came to check on you,” he paused and finally made eye contact with you as he softly said, “I ah, heard about your run in with the she-witch.”

Your brows knitted together and you shook your head. “Should you really be calling your fiancée by our high school nickname for her?”

“My what?” His eyes grow wide and his eyebrows damn near attempted to high five his hairline. “What are you talking about?”

“You’re fiancée, Steve,” you deadpanned. You were over this conversation, why he was dragging it out was beyond you. He’d clearly heard what you’d said, he might as well just own up to it, you both knew the truth now.

“Dial it back just a second,” he shook his head “when the fuck did I get engaged?” He looked around as if waiting for someone or something to answer his question. “I think I’d know if I was engaged, Y/N.”

“Wait,” you glared at him then stepped out on the porch, pulling the front door closed behind you then looking back up at him. “So you aren’t engaged to Madeleine?”

“Jesus christ, why the fuck—” he stopped mid sentence and shook his head. “God no, I can’t fucking stand that woman.”

You looked down at your feet, utterly confused and whisper your internal thoughts out loud. “But then why did she say she was becoming ‘a Mrs. Stark’?”

The sound of Steves laugh made you snap your head back up to look at him again. “Because that’s true, she is becoming a Mrs. Stark,” he cringed slightly. “A Mrs. Tony Stark,” he corrected.

Then it fucking clicked. All of it. She wasn’t engaged to Steve. She was fucking engaged to Tony, his older brother. That she-witch tricked you, and you let her! Fuck, who are you kidding, you should have seen that one coming. Madeleine was clearly still a bitch. “Ugh,” you crossed your arms again then mumbled, “that stupid bitch.”

Steve laughed even louder at that, then wiped the stray tear from his cheek. You always knew he found something really funny when it made him tear up. “So, wait. Let me get this straight, you thought I was engaged to Madeleine?”

“I mean,” you made awkward gestures with your hands, as if trying to pull the answer from mid air, “maybe?” You scrunched your face up.

“Then you left the party early, and came home?”

You shrugged, “sort of.”

“And when I got here,” his face turned more serious now, “you were crying,” he trailed off and just stared at you.

You shifted your weight from side to side. Once again looking down at your feet as you tucked a strain of hair behind your ear, “slightly.”

“Why?” He quickly asked.

“Why what?” You played dumb but the knowing expression on his face when you looked back up at him told you he wasn’t buying it. You sighed, “why was I crying?”

He nodded but didn’t say a word.

“I duno,” there were those damn awkward hand gestures again. “I guess, I just figured if Madeleine was still in the picture, there was no hope in us being friends again,” you shrugged and shared off to the side. You decided to just be honest with him, plus he used to be able to tell when you were lying. So you assumed he probably still could. Might as well save him having to call you out for it.

A silence fell over both of you, it wasn’t exactly awkward, it was just…quiet. Then you felt two fingers under your chin, urging you to look up at him.

Once you did he locked eyes with you and a chill ran down your spin at the intensity in his deep blue eyes. “You actually want to be friends again?” He asked quietly, his face unreadable and neutral.

“Honestly,” you took a deep breath, “that’s what I’ve always wanted, Steve. I just—I could never find the courage to reach out to you.” You grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand down from your chin, “or the words to say to fix this. To fix us,” you released his wrist.

Before you could even comprehend what was going on you were tucked firmly into his chest. His arms around your shoulders and his face resting on your head. You wrapped your arms around his waist and just allowed the familiar comfort of his embrace to consume you. It had been far too long since you’d had a Steven Rogers Stark hug, and honestly, you had needed one many times throughout the years. His hugs always seemed to relax you, to make all your troubles drift away, even if just for a moment.

There was just something about his large body wrapped protectively and comfortingly around your smaller frame that made you melt. That made you feel both untouchable and invincible, like nothing could hurt you. Not while you were safely tucked into him. His hugs had healed many of your wounds during your friendship, one of those moments coming to the front of your mind…

March 2010 - 8 years ago.

‘Where are you?’ You stared at the text on your phone, wondering if you should reply or not. You were currently sitting on your bed, with your knees tucked up into your chest, trying to will yourself to stop crying. This day had been fucking hell, thanks to your archenemy.

The day had started off normal, nothing out of the ordinary. But by lunch it had taken a turn for the worst. You should have seen this coming, any day that Steve wasn’t at school was always hell. He had to miss class that day due to some family emergency so it was basically open season on you, as far as Madeleine was concerned.

It all started with your clothes being stolen from your gym locker during class. The lock being cut off so now you had to get a new one, though that quickly became the least of your problems. As you had located your clothes thanks to a text from Clint, however they were now attached to the outside flag pole and you had to spend most of your lunch trying to track down the janitor so he could help you get them down. Though your sweater was still missing but you figured you had left it in your actual locker. So that was pretty fun—Not.

So then when you finally did get your clothes back down, and got changed back into them, you headed to your locker. Only to find it covered in bright red spray paint and sharpies. Saying a bunch of really hurtful things, mainly centred around you being a loser, and a slut. So that was fucking awesome—Not.

But that wasn’t all. Half way through your last class of the day, a student entered the room and handed the teacher a note. She quickly skimmed the note then looked up at you and pointed. “Y/N, the Vice Principal would like to see you in his office. Now, please.”

You nodded then collected up your things and headed towards the office, not entirely sure why, but you had a sickening feeling Madi had something to do with it. Somehow. You could just feel it.

Turns out your gut instincts were correct, someone had broken into one of the computer labs and smashed a few of the computers. So why were you currently in the office being told about this? Well, because your sweater had been found beside the smashed electronics, that’s why. So that was just fucking great—Not.

Luckily for you, Vice Principal Coulson was fully aware of all the other things that you’d been put through today. So he figured this was probably the work of someone trying to get you in trouble. But unfortunately without you giving up the names of your bullies his hands were tied. He’d have to conduct an investigation and contact your father, and the police. So while that was all happening you’d be suspended from school. You wanted to tell him the truth, throw Madeleine under the bus. But what good would that do? She would just come after you again, and her father was a powerful man in this town. He’d have it swept under the rug and paid off in no time. Allowing Madeleine to walk away unscathed, yet out for even more blood.

Now normally most kids would love a school suspension, it being like a mini vacation to them. But to you, it was hell. Every step you made in school, and all the hard work you put in to have good grades and not fall behind again, was for your college applications. You needed a scholarship so you could actually go to college, as your dad couldn’t afford to cover the whole cost on his own.

But now, now you may not even be able to apply for one. Let alone ever be considered, even if you could apply. Not with possible destruction of property charges and a suspension under your belt. No, you could probably kiss any chance of a scholarship goodbye.

Mess with my stuff? Fine. Vandalize my locker and call me names? Go for it. But fuck with my future? No, that was not fucking acceptable. Not even in the slightest.

When your dad showed up to pick you up from school, he was surprisingly calm. He talked to Vice Principal Coulson privately and then walked you out to the truck. He didn’t say a word until you pulled into your driveway and he shut the truck off. You just sat there, waiting for him to yell or scream or punish you or something. Anything. But he didn’t.

He just asked you to be 100% honest with him about what happened, the whole story and then who set you up. You told him everything, except the names. That irked him a little, but you explained to him exactly why you refused to give their names. Not the parts that could narrow them down, just your fears that if you told the Vice Principal on them that it would only get worse.

He climbed out of the truck and pulled you into a hug the second you both got into the house. You’d honestly not expected him to take it this well, but then again, who were you kidding. This was your dad we were talking about. He always had your back and in return you always told him the truth. Well at least when North Korea wasn’t in effect. You should have known he’d understand you in this. He may not agree with your choice to keep the names to yourself. But he did understand.

So now, here you were, your dad had gone to bed and you were just sitting up, crying about your day from hell. All while staring at the message from your best friend on your phone. But then your phone pinged loudly in your hand, scaring the crap out of you, and damn near making you jump off the bed. ‘Y/N?’

You gave your heart a second to calm down then sighed, deciding to finally respond, ‘I’m at home. But I’m really not in the mood for company right now, Steve.’

*ping* ‘Well that wasn’t the response I was expecting. So FYI, I may already be standing in your backyard. Awkwaaard…’

You laughed at that, as you stood up from your bed and wandered over to your window to look out. It was pretty dark in your room, aside from the soft glow of your desk light, so you figured he wouldn’t be able to see that you’d been crying. At least you hoped he wouldn’t be able to. Your eyes landed on his large form standing in the backyard, once he saw you he waved, sheepishly. You waved back. ‘Why are you in my backyard in the middle of the night, you creep?’

*ping* ‘First off it’s 10, so not the middle of the night. Secondly, I gave you a heads up that I was in your backyard, so that vetoes the creep thing.’

You actually saw him shrug as he typed and that also made you laugh. ‘Whatever you need to tell yourself to get through the day, lurker.’

*ping* ‘Ha, you’re funny. So, are you gonna come down or do I have to come up?’

Your brows knitted together ‘Come up?’ What the fuck does that mean?

*ping* ‘Alright you asked for it.’

Your eyes snapped up from your phone and watched as he disappeared under the mid roof. What the hell is he doing? You opened your window to try to see where he’d gone.

But then you got your answer as you watched him pull himself up onto the roof and walk towards you. “Seriously?” You scoffed, “did you actually just climb onto my roof?”

“Move,” he laughed and gestured for you to back up.

“If my dad catches you here he is gonna be pissed.” You crossed your arms but backed up to let him in anyways.

“Then we’ll just have to keep our voices down,” he whispered as he climbed into your window then closed it behind him.

“You really are a creeper.”

“Only when it comes to you,” he laughed quietly. And you rolled your eyes.

“Lucky me,” you said flatly then went back to sit on your bed.

“And don’t you forget it.” He smirked and pointed at you as he sat down on your window bench and toed off his shoes.

“Like you’d ever let me.” You snorted then just watched him for a second, he was looking around your room, taking it all in. And it dawned on you that this was his first time in your room, he’d been in your house before, and he’d come with your friends a few times at night to get you to sneak out. But he’d never actually stepped foot in your room before.

He stood up from the bench seat and wandered over to your desk, looking over all the photos tacked up on the board above it. You just stayed on your bed, still watching him.

“I like this one,” he looked over at you as he pointed to one of the photos, “you guys look adorable.”

You squinted your eyes to focus on the photo, trying to figure out which one he was talking about. It was a photo of your dad and you, one your mom had taken, he was giving you a piggyback ride around the kitchen and you both were laughing really hard at something he had said. You were about 8 in the photo, the memory playing in your head causing you to smile. “Yeah, that’s one of my favourites as well.”

He smiled then looked over a few more photos before he walked back over to the bench seat. He sat down, resting his hands on his knees then looking up at you. “What happened today Y/N?”

“It’s a long fucking story,” you sighed and looked down, as all the emotions from this day hit you again. Your eyes started to sting and you blinked a bunch of times trying to prevent the tears from forming.

You felt him staring at you, and when you looked up at him that feeling was confirmed. He looked so concerned, but with a hint of guilt, and maybe a touch of sorrow. You pulled yourself together and forced a smile at him, trying to show you were okay.

He smiled back, but you could tell it was just as forced as yours, then he stood up and walked towards you. You watched as he sat down on the bed beside you and pulled you towards him. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders and tucked you into his side. “I’m so sorry,” he mumbled as he kissed the top of your head.

“Steve, we’ve talked about this,” you pulled away just enough to look up at him, “you don’t have to apologize, this wasn’t your fault.”

He nodded then pulled you back into him, “doesn’t mean I’m not sorry.”

A silence fell over the both of you, as he just held you tight to his body. If you hadn’t been so preoccupied with worrying about your future, and stressing about your day, you might have read more into this moment. You might have been grinning like a fool while the butterflies ran wild in your tummy. But right now you were just too distracted. Though the steady beat of his heart in your ears was calming, and the warmth radiating off him was comforting as hell.

You felt his chest heave with a deep sigh, then he took his arm from your shoulders and you sat up to look at him, just as he started to softly speak, “do you want to talk about what happened?”

You shrugged, “I duno.” And you didn’t. You weren’t sure if you actually wanted to relive it all again. But this was your best friend, the one person that if you did just need to vent to, it’d be to him. He’d sit quietly and just listen, only interrupting to clarify something or ask a side question. But usually he just listened, intently. However, you had vowed to keep him out of your drama with Madeleine. You didn’t want him to feel guilty or like he had to keep dealing with your problems. Like you were some small child that needed her ‘big brother’ to fight her battles for her.

“Okay, make me a promise?” He asked.

You smirked, “depends what it is.”

He chuckled then went serious again, “just promise me you’ll tell me one day—soon?”

“Promise,” you said as you held out your right hand with your pinky pointing up.

He laughed then linked his pinky with yours and you bounced your hands in the air quickly before ending the pinky promise. The rest of the night you both just talked about nothing, and everything. You laughed and joked and planned. And then after a while you started to yawn, every few minutes and Steve called it a night. He stood up and yanked you up to hug him. Then he said goodnight and climbed back out your window to leave.

You’d realize quickly that him sneaking into your room at night would now be a regular thing. And not always just on the bad days, but just really any night he felt like it. Or the odd night you’d invite him over yourself. These nights alone with each other are what truly built your friendship with him, and your crush. But you’d never admit that part out loud.

July 2018 - Present.

“You don’t know how happy it makes me to hear you say that,” he said honestly as he released you from the hug and took a step back, his hand once again rubbing the back of his neck. “I ah, I miss you, Y/N,” he let out a deep breath, “a lot.”

You smiled up at him, “I miss you too, you giant softy.”

He chuckled and rolled his eyes playfully, “yeah, yeah. I know.”

“Do you wanna come in for a bit?” You gestured to the door, “if you have some free time, that is.”

“Yeah, I’d like that,” he nodded and you opened the door and entered the house, closing it once you both were inside.

“Good, because we have like 7 years of catching up to do,” you laughed then walked into the living room, as he took his shoes off then followed you.

“That we do,” he laughed as well.

You both settled in on either side of the couch, and just talked away for hours about what the last 7 years were like for the both of you. It felt so good to have your best friend back, and you internally kicked yourself for not reaching out sooner.

But you were here now, and that’s what truly mattered most.

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Moonbeams and Ridinghoods Chp 4

Pairing: Werewolf! Haz/Reader

Word Count: 1800+

Summary: Haz and Tom have a heart to heart.

A/N: No reader in this chapter but some interaction between Tom and Haz that was fun to write. Thank you to the Tom to my Jake, @aossi for dealing with me as a short little two chapter piece turns into some odd sprawling, world building thing. Love you!

Tom braces up behind the heavy bag as Harrison goes through a quick combination of punches. Four rapid fire pops sound before he’s stepping back, bouncing on the balls of his feet. The blonde takes a breath and then moves back to the bag, hissing out a breath with each blow he places.

Tom watches his friend take a step back, thumbing his nose with his glove as he glares at the bag.

Harrison had been agitated for days now, pacing around the office, snapping at employees, working stupid long hours. It wasn’t like him and Tom was ready to get to the bottom of it. His second in command was usually as smooth and as level as they came.

“Wanna talk about it?”

Harrison looks up from where he’s dropped into a crouch to grab his water bottle. He takes a quick drink and then squirts a stream of water onto his face and into his hair.

“Not really.” He grunts pushing up and squaring up with the bag again.

“You’ve been doing this for nearly an hour.” Tom notes, a bored tone to his voice. Harrison rolls his head from side to side, placing a couple quick jabs in the air in front of him.

“I could do this all day. Your point?”

Tom barks out a dark laugh, “Enough Haz...Jesus Christ do I need to make it an order that you tell me what the fuck is up with you? Just make this easy on the both of us mate, what has got your knickers in a twist?” Maybe it’s the last comment but for a moment Tom thinks his best friend may go after him with one of the one-two punch combos he’s been working on. If that’s what it took to get him talking than so be it but he wasn’t looking forward to it.

The men’s eyes stay locked together for a moment longer before Harrison’s gaze falls to the floor, his shoulders slumping slightly. Tom feels a bit of relief as he watches his friend start pulling his gloves off, using his teeth to loosen the first. Once they’re off he’s sinking to the floor and slumping back against the wall, his head tipped to the ceiling. Tom sits a few feet from him, bringing his own water bottle to his mouth for a drink before he prods at Harrison again.

“So…”

“I like her”

“Y/n? Figured that’s why you've been chatting and why you brought her around the cafe-“

“No Tom, you don’t get it. It’s not just me. The wolf likes her too.” His admission has Tom stiffening. Well that was a new bit of information to digest.

Tom had dated a few girls before Emily had come along but it didn’t take much more than their first kiss for him to be gone on her and that other half, the wolf, had agreed.

As a boy, His father had explained the wolf was the other half of a man’s whole. The wolf was the instinct that humans had forgotten. Dom Holland had taught his boys to listen to their other half, to take into account what it was telling them. For Tom, when the wolf had chosen Emily he’d known that was that. He’d protect her at all costs, cherish her and keep her as his own til his dying breath. Things had been complicated by his inability to come clean with her and it had left her as a target when a pack war had broken out. He shook his head remembering the gut deep guilt he’d felt, the pain he’d felt seeing her in the hospital and then having to explain…

Now Harrison was here telling him that his wolf had made the choice of a girl he barely knew, one who wasn’t pack, wasn’t wolf.

“Are you sure?” Tom asks knowing it’s a stupid question. Harrison glares at him.

“I fucking know. God, I was kissing her and it wanted more. It wanted me to bite her, Mark her up...” Tom can see goosebumps rising over Harrison’s arms as he talks about it and he remembers how persuasive and tempting the wolf could be.

“What did you want?”

“Well the idea of sinking my teeth into her shoulder didn’t sound too bad.” Tom chuckles but it dies off quickly. Harrison runs a hand roughly over his face.

“I just wanted to be able to take her out and have fun. She’s great...like, bloody perfect but she’s here for what? Another couple months and then back across the Atlantic she goes?”

Tom winces he hadn’t even thought of that issue.

“Have you broken things off with her?” It had only been one date but Tom knew how Harrison got with girls he liked, he was like Velcro texting, calling, wanting to spend time with them. At least until he got bored but if his wolf was wanting to lay claim to Y/N than odds are he wasn’t likely to get bored. He doesn’t bother to point this out.

“I’ve fucking ghosted her man.” Harrison reaches into his nearby gym bag pulling out his phone and pulling up his texts he pushes it into his friend's hand.

Little Red: had a great time yesterday. When can we do it again?

Little Red: work blows. What are you doing?

Little Red: I feel like things kind of ended on a weird note the other night? We good?

Little Red: Alright. I get it. Thanks for lunch the other day. I’ll leave you alone.

The timestamps show the messages sent at different points over the last three days, with the most recent from last night. Tom cringes glancing over at Harrison as he reads them. His friend looks fucking miserable. No wonder he’d been acting like such a cunt the last few days.

“So that’s it?” Tom asks. Harrison gives him a narrowed look.

“And what’s that supposed to mean. Figured you of all people would be relieved by it.” Tom growls lowly.

“Cut your shit, Haz. If you want to see her see her just...don’t make the same mistakes I made, yeah?”

“Tom I barely know the girl and all these...feelings are springing up. What am I supposed to do about it?”

“Go with it? I don’t know?” Tom barely dodges the water bottle lobbed at his head.

“And when she leaves? What would you have done if Em had up and gone?”

Tom feels his stomach clench uncomfortably. Yeah, she nearly had but he’s not going to tell Haz (or anybody) about that.

“You don’t want to know brother.” Tom murmurs taking another drink. “Have you thought about maybe it could work. Maybe she’d stay?”

Harrison barks out a laugh.

“Really dude” Tom encourages “you’re the smoothest son of a bitch I know.”

“Yeah, we’ve known each other for barely a minute and I drop “hey babe, I’m a werewolf and I’m pretty sure at least half of me is already in love with you. Stay around a while?” Tom do you even hear yourself? She’d think I was a fucking nutter.”

“Do you even SEE yourself, Haz?” Tom asks, “You’re moody as fuck, moping and snapping at everyone around you. You’re already acting like a fucking nutter.” Harrison looks away, finding something interesting on the wall across the room.

“Harrison, call the girl and get your shit together.” Tom pushes up from the floor with a small groan. He stares hard at his friend. He hated to do it to the guy but he’ll pull the alpha card if he needs to. “That’s a fucking order Osterfield.”

Tom doesn’t miss the snarl that escapes Haz’s mouth as he makes his way to the locker room.

The door closes with a soft click and Harrison strides across the room,sinking into the leather chair behind his desk. His hair is still damp from the shower at the gym and his muscles are slowly to ache, the exertion from earlier catching up to him. He had a match in a few weeks and he needed to make sure to pace himself leading up to it. For now though there were other things to worry about.

The face of their Father’s money had been in construction and demolition while the big money had come in by other, more unseemly means. After Emily, Tom had demanded they keep things above board, not willing to put his mate at risk. It had caused a rift between the two generations and lead to Tom and Haz organizing the new pack. It was dicey between the two packs for a while though things between the parents and children eventually returned to normal but the packs stayed separate and the stipulation that things be kept legal would always stand when it came to Tom and Haz.

Now they kept their packmates cared for and employed by running one of the more successful series of clubs and promotions companies London had ever seen. Between the two of them Tom and Harrison oozed enough charm to get the deals they wanted made while Harry and Sam were masters at promotion. Tuwaine headed up security and kept their assets safe and secure with an eye for detail absolutely unrivaled. Emily’s cafe fell under the packs umbrella but she chose to keep it as separate from the clubs as she could, enjoying the comfort of her kitchen and the safe atmosphere her restaurant provided.

Harrison scrolls through the agenda in his phone. Tom had been right. He’d been a world class dick the last couple days and it wasn’t right. He added a note to grab Tuwaine and take him out for drinks at their favorite pub to say sorry. Thankfully the big man was about as understanding as they came but Haz knew he’d been pushing even his good nature to its limits the last few days. Without thinking he swipes from the agenda to his texts and looks at Y/n’s again. He almost wants to thank Tom for making it an order. Almost. He doesn’t know if he would have the balls to contact you again if he didn’t have to.

He types out the text three times.

I’m sorry. Been swamped.

Can’t believe I missed these. What are you doing

I’m a dick do you want to get a drink?

He drops his phone onto his desk after deleting the third one. This wasn’t him.

Propping his elbows on the desk he rests his head in his hands. He hadn’t been able to stop thinking about the soft press of your lips to his, the way you’d reeled him in for more, the soft, plaintive noise you made. It was so quick, really insignificant in the list of kisses he’d given and received but still, it had been the best he’d ever had. His wolf chided him for letting you go and he was of the mind, now, to agree that it had been thoroughly stupid on his part. His fingers push back through his hair as he sits back up and picks his mobile back up.

I’m sorry about the other night. Can I take you out to dinner? I want to apologize.

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malereader-inserts · 5 years

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Train Me to Be Better

Fandom: Game of Thrones Pairing: Jaime Lannister x Male!Reader Summary: Jaime comes back as a new person, he feels outcasted, but it’s the perfect moment to hind what completes his new self Word Count: 2,341 Request: “ Could you possibly do one involving the reader having a crush on Jaime and being the one Jaime goes to train with after his injury? Whether or not Jaime has any feelings in return is totally up to you.”

Jaime didn’t know why he was with his brother in the first place, perhaps it was the fact that he was a cripple and burden without a right hand. Tyrion knows what’s it’s like to be an outcast, Jaime needed someone he could relate.

“Your new hand, it's nicer than the old one. Wouldn't you agree, Pod?” Tyrion looked at his squire, who timidly looked up from his work to stare at the cripple middle child.

“Is it solid gold?”

“Gilded steel,” Tyrion commented as Jaime cringes, disgusted at the hand, he looks up at Tyrion who happily eats, “You're not eating. Why is no one eating? My wife wastes away and my brother starves himself.“

“I'm not hungry,” Jaime grumbled, lying, he just wanted to sit there and have a meaningful conversation with his brother - not sit down and have a meal.

“You lost a hand, not a stomach. Try the boar. Cersei can't get enough of it since one killed Robert for her.” Tyrion motions as Podrick attempts to serve Jaime, who waves him off. Tyrion looks at his brother before raising his cup, “A toast. To the proud Lannister children. The dwarf, the cripple, and the mother of madness.“

Jamis chuckled at the playfulness of his brother, he moves to raise his own cup, but knocks it over clumsily with his right hand, “Oh!”

“I'll clean it up.” Podrick was quick on his feet but Jaime once again distractedly waves him off.

“No, I'll do it. Leave us.” Podrick leaves quickly, no question needed, while Jaime places his cup right-side up.

“It's only wine,” Tyrion commented as he holds up his own cup and pours it out onto the table. Jaime sits back in resignation, he was comfortable sulking in the chair whilst Tyrion stands and pours more wine.

“I can't fight anymore,” Jaime mumbles, staring at the hand, a part of him has been torn away. Fighting is what he had, to be stripped away from it he didn’t know what to do with himself.

“What about your left?” Tyrion questioned, his eyes not leaving the cup he was pouring the wine to, “I know plenty of knights who are quick to adapt to their other hand.”

Jaime noticed it was an offhanded comment, but to him, it sounded like his brother had offended him greatly. Yet, Jaime had to remember that his little brother had no expertise in swords or war, whilst Jaime fought with a sharp steel Tyrion fought with sharp words.

"I can hold a sword, but all my instincts are wrong. How can I protect the king when I can hardly wipe my own ass?”

Tyrion rose an eyebrow, “You're the Lord Commander now. Command. Let others do the fighting. When was the last time Father used a sword?“

Jamie scoffs, “I'm not Father. I'm the Kingslayer. When people find out I can't slay a pigeon...”

Tyrion shrugs his shoulders, “Train, then. Learn to fight with your other hand.” Tyrion sits back down, leaning back as Jaime looked awfully defeated.

Tyrion couldn’t help but feel sorry for his brother, suddenly feeling worthless to the war and outcasted. He’s felt this all his life and been dreaming for one of his siblings to get a taste of their own medicine. Yet, looking at his brother he can’t help but wish that it didn’t happen to Jaime - rather Cersei, who needs a lesson on conforming.

Tyrion saw a new man in Jaime.

"With whom? You? Men talk. Soon as someone discovers I can't fight, he'll tell everyone.”

Tyrion clasped his hands together and smiles, a plan forming quickly in his mind. He knew who to pick to train Jaime, a very good swordsman and would do it with no charge. However, he risks getting an earful and a slap - maybe his one of his only friend to give him the silent treatment.

“You need a proper, discreet swordsman. As it happens, I know someone.”

Jaime stood looking out to see at the Rocky King's Landing shoreline. He wondered who Tyrion asked to train him, even much to his surprise doing it for free. Most men would bribe for money to keep their mouth shut - eventually, all men would spill secrets.

Jaime turns around when he hears footsteps, there he saw you, carrying some swords as you quickly make your way down the stairs. Your windswept hair in every direction due to the harsh winds.

He rose an eyebrow at you as you sat down by the hill.

“What?”

“(Y/n)?” Jaime muttered, baffled, blinking to make sure he was seeing clearly.

A notable knight, young too. Much younger than Jaime, however, your skills are remarkable. Jaime sure did admire you, you weren’t forced into thinking of joining the Kingsguard just like him. You were the second son of your house. The first son, your brother to marry whilst you were slightly in the clear of your marriage life you became a knight.

Jaime thinks back to his conversation with Tyrion the day before, you were the very few knights who were quick to adapt to their weaker hand for fighting. You had an upper hand advantage, Jaime never understood why some knights do that.

“Is this place safe?” Jaime asked, finally getting over you being here with you.

You looked up at the Lannister, with a raised eyebrow, “I’m here to train you, not to humiliate you, Jaime.”

“I know-”

“Then stop being a paranoid man, men like you would get themselves killed,” You pointed out as Jaime’s stare linger a little longer as you continue to untie the strings.

Soon enough, Jaime gets his sword and spins it in his wrist to warm it. You uncover your supplies and look at the Kingslayer with a scoff, “I've never seen Valyrian steel before. She's a beauty. The problem is, if you fight with an edged blade, I'll have to.“ You stand up holding two sparring swords.

You drop one to the ground, clattering, and continues to walk forward. You swing your sword around, spinning it in your wrist as you crane your neck to each side, releasing tension in that area.

Jaime looked at you as if you grew a third eye before placing his sword down, “I haven't used a sparring sword since I was nine.” Jaime walks to the sparring sword, indignant. He reaches for it, but you slap his hand with his sword, just as he grabs it.

“Ah! Bold warrior you are, attacking a man when his guard's down.”

You smirked, adjusting your grip on your sword, shrugging your shoulders, “Best time to attack a man.”

Jaime didn’t realise he let out a ghost of a laughter as you swung at Jaime, who quickly picks up the sword quickly but parries clumsily. You pushed him with your shoulder as Jaime falters to the wall.

“Mind yourself!”

“If I still had my right hand...”

“Plan on growing it back?”

Jaime sends you a dirty look as you stupidly grin at him. Before Jaime came in swinging, but you were quick to defend and took the lead of the fight. Jaime parries defensively, but well enough in your humble opinion.

He wasn’t called a Kingslayer for nothing, he wasn’t a knight for his shit technique. You admired him a lot more than you care to admit. But, Jaime is shit with his left hand, you could see the determination in his eyes as you cheekily get him off balance as you cause him to stumble from a forearm nudge.

Jaime pants and resets himself, he gazed up at your eyes, your eyebrow raised with your piercing eyes sharply challenging him, “Come on, then.”

He lunges at you, quick to sidestep.

“You’re very predictable, Ser,” You commented, whipping your sword as Jaime drops the sparring sword when the blunt side when clashing with his left hand, “and weak.”

“I thought we are here to train, not to humiliate me.”

“We are, Jaime, but I’m not a pity party for your sword hand,” You stood your ground as you waved your sword down to his sparring sword, motioning him to pick it up, “Do you want to be the kingslayer or be the pathetic Lannister who has to marry and be the arse of the King’s jokes?”

Jaime straighten his back, he has known you for a while and he had never heard you so assertive before, in fact, he liked it. It was weird to think that, it wasn’t explicitly bad to be with another man, but with Cersei still in the picture - he fears any romantic advances to any person he shows a mild interest she’ll have them executed.

“Well?”

Jaime blinks, he liked you a lot. It was just now, no armour but clad in leather with a willing trainer, giving his time of day to train him.

“If I reach for this sword, you promise not to hit me again?”

“No,” You bluntly spoke.

“Figured much,” Jaime muttered as he bends down to pick up the sword, blocking your attack with his shoulder and swung his sword at you.

The clang of metal surprised you. Jaime looks at you brilliant eyes.

“Alright then...”

“How’s training with my brother been?”

You enter his office with a glare, “Fine.”

“You don’t seem fine, does he, Bronn?” Tyrion questions as Bronn grin, “What? Has my brother not been a good student?”

“You have a lot of nerve, don’t you Lannister?” You sneered.

Bronn chuckled, patting you on the shoulder, moving you sit down on the seat in front of Tyrion’s desk as Bronn perched himself on the left of Tyrion’s table, staring at you with his arms crossed over his chest.

“I thought you’d like to train with my brother, consider it as a present for your loyalty,” Tyrion commented as you rose an eyebrow, cross your arms over your chest and shrinking down in the seat you were sitting.

“If I recall correctly, you were the one drunkenly confessing you-” Bronn smugly teased you as you shut him up with a glare.

“I was hoping you drunkenly forget that whole ordeal,” You admitted, running your hand through the hair of yours, “Still I was working on moving on, then you fucking make me train him.”

“Could’ve said no,” Bronn pointed out as Tyrion nodded behind him, “I would have done it for a fee.”

“You’re all gold and talk, Bronn.”

“Gotta get my pay somewhere.”

Tyrion sighed loudly, looking between his two friends. His eyes settling down for your sulking eyes.

“Shows you’re not really over your smitten state of my brother-” Tyrion concluded as you groan, “I saw a new person in Jaime, I trust he sees something in you as we do.”

“Please, Tyrion, it’s your brother. He could get any person in here, marry a fancy girl or something,” You waved your hand about as you sat up, “not me.”

“You have little faith.”

“You’re a good looking lad, (Y/n), the girls at the brothel giggle when they see you walk pass - often wonder how the likes of you get them girls to like you.” Bronn shrugs, muttering how you and Pod being the underdogs.

“I haven’t visited the brothels for a while, Bronn,” You drone, “Who send I go there for the girls anyway?”

“Maybe that’s what you need, relax your fucking self. Release some stress in some good old fucking.”

“He’s got a point, (Y/n), go take a break. I’m sure, you’re needed afterwards.”

You huffed as you exited the office and shuffle your way down to release tension, unknowingly that Jaime had been planning to visit his brother to talk about you. Hearing every word of the conversation he was quick to hide away and felt jealously rage inside him when you exit to the brothels.

Not realising, you weren’t even heading in the right direction.

“This is the fifth lesson, Jaime, quick learner?”

“Just here to impress the teacher, ser.”

You look at him, as Jaime at down at the wall. Drinking on his water before offering you some. You waved him off, declining it.

“I heard something about you, (Y/n),” Jaime started, his mind had been playing this moment in time for hours, “Nothing too bad, I would say.”

You looked at him sharply, a hint of confusion but a hint of desire not to be outed to him, “Oh, well, what is it?”

“I heard something in my brother’s office, later before,” Your eyes widen, “I’m flattered really.”

“Fuck off.” You defensively spoke, allowing the sparring sword crash to the floor so you can cross your arms over your chest.

“Will you be quiet for a moment?” Jaime hissed, “I’m trying to say that emotions have got me thinking of you.”

“You’re mocking me.”

“I don’t mock like my brother does,” Jaime was quick to reply, “I am willing to try us.”

“What have you done to the Kingslayer I know of?”

Jaime’s shoulder deflated as he looks out to sea before looking at you, “I’ve been confused all my life, on the idea of love, but seeing you again after a whole journey it’s refreshing. I admire you a lot, (y/n).”

“And I with you.”

“Then-”

“I’m going to stop you right there, Jaime Lannister. What you say to me as of now, is the truth and no lies.”

“Aye, yes, why would I lie to you?” Jaime looked at you confused, “I would never ridicule you, (Y/n).”

“It’s hard to believe when all Lannisters are known to be merciless.”

“Then give me a chance to prove to that I am not like my family, who are heartless-”

“Manipulation is not a good look on you, Ser Jaime, keep at it and I might not be able to keep you.”

Jaime looked at you blankly before the words had processed in his head, his eyes light up and his smile widen. You chuckled at him, rolling your eyes.

“Don’t make me regret this.”

“I won’t let you down.”

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megalony · 5 years

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Weird situation- Part 6

Another part of my Ben Hardy series which I hope everyone is enjoying so far.

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Half of the words that rambled from (Y/n)'s lips were incoherent to Ben as she seemed to mutter, scream and whisper them all at a mile a minute. Few words here and there registered in his mind but his ears couldn't fathom what she was trying to say when she broke off in sobs halfway through. (Y/n) either didn't care or didn't notice that he wasn't responding to whatever she had said, only giving responses back that attempted to calm her down rather than about what she had said.

The most that Ben could work out from her ramblings was that she was far from happy and muttering her sister's name in her drowsy state with a tone he had never heard her use before.

(Y/n) didn't want to do this anymore.

She wanted no part in this, this was not what she had signed up for and she wanted it to stop. (Y/n) didn't want the horrid emotions and uncomfortable feelings she had been hit with over the past few months, she didn't want to be having Ivy's baby anymore and she didn't want to be in labour.

The worst part of it all was that she couldn't find it in herself to care about the fate of her niece. (Y/n) was hurt and going through immense agony too early, this wasn't meant to happen for at least another month but she found herself caring for her own health and safety over that of the baby now being brought into the world. Her mind either didn't care or couldn't properly comprehend that her niece was either not going to survive this or was going to be needing a lot of care. She couldn't find one ounce of herself that was able to care about the life of her niece. Knowing the baby may not survive didn't make her feel worse at all. She didn't want to be pregnant anymore and labour was giving her that wish at a price she was more than willing to pay right now.

Ben couldn't find out how he was meant to breathe the moment the midwife told them both that the baby was born. His mind dismissed the thought of asking anything about the newborn as his eyes darted to the girl currently leaning against him.

He watched (Y/n) press her head into the crook of his neck, all mumblings and rambles stopping like a record that had been turned off. Her hand tightened around his own as she tried to push herself further into his chest as if wanting to disappear. Ben obliged, wrapping his arms around her a little firmer whilst pressing his lips to the top of her head.

Glancing his eyes to the midwife sitting at the end of the bed, Ben watched her move to grab a needle and a bottle of some kind of medication from the tray in the corner. His nerves beginning to go haywire as (Y/n) shuddered against him, a groan escaping her lips as her eyes snapped shut. Her mind was turning numb to the point all she wanted to do was sleep but the sudden discomfort and bolts of pain in her lower abdomen were making that very hard. She couldn't hear whatever the midwife was saying but it couldn't have been good as Ben seemed to stiffen, his arms trembling as they tightened around her.

"Part of the placenta hasn't come away, we're giving her some medication to start more contractions to try and deliver it." The midwife stated when she noticed the look of both confusion and horror in Ben's eyes as he wondered what she was doing. His head barely nodding before he cringed at seeing the needle puncture through (Y/n)'s skin into her stomach.

If the placenta stayed in the womb it could cause bleeding or infection and was potentially life-threatening. The easiest way to try and deal with this was to make the womb have more contractions to deliver the remaining part but if this didn't work (Y/n) would have to have it surgically removed. In her current state that wouldn't be the best option. It had been just less than four hours since her water broke and in that time she had gone through a minor haemorrhage which had caused the baby to become distressed. (Y/n) seemed to shut down the longer labour had gone on until the point where she looked ready to pass out.

"I wanna go home." (Y/n) whispered the words slowly and so quietly that Ben almost didn't hear them. A shiver ran down his spine when she nuzzled her face into his neck, begging for him to take her home. She wanted to wake up and find out this was all some kind of horrible dream. She wanted to wake up at home with Ben in a different situation.

"I know sweetheart, we'll go home soon."

(Y/n)'s body leaned forward just a little as she grimaced, moaning in pain at the sudden contraction which at least was a lot duller than the ones she had suffered before.

(Y/n) felt herself beginning to shake but she wasn't cold, quite the opposite. The pain seemed to increase like a dagger had punctured through her skin before suddenly disappearing as if time had been reversed. Everything seemed to tingle like her blood was fizzling in her veins. When she tried to look at Ben, his name drawling from her lips, her vision blurred before her eyes fell closed from how heavy her eyelids had suddenly become.

Ben's eyes widened and flooded with tears when (Y/n)'s head fell into the crook of his neck, her body falling limp against him like she had suddenly been put into a coma. Reaching out he rested a shaking hand to her cheek, his thumb brushing over her cheekbone as he tried to bring her back around.

The actor felt like he had been given ecstasy as his mind and body seemed to be put into overdrive. His eyes fluttered around the room to try and see what was happening. Landing on the expanse of blood coating the bedsheets and the midwife's hands before his ears heard the heartbeat monitor becoming frantic for attention. His eyes moving to see that (Y/n)'s heartbeat was dropping below sixty.

He couldn't quite work out what he was doing or what was happening around him as one of the nurses helped him lay (Y/n) down on her back before nudging Ben so he took the hint and stood up. Nor could he work out that she was guiding him to the door until he was evicted from the room.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Roger's eyes fluttered from looking over his daughter to looking to his ex who was perched on the end of the bed. Her hand running up and down (Y/n)'s arm like a feather gliding over her skin, both parents sharing a look without the need for words. The pair of them had always gotten along fine after they decided to break apart and this was one of those moments where Roger was thankful that they had remained friends. Or else this wouldn't have been as easy as it was to just sit with one another and comfort one of their children.

Moving his hand, Roger continued to gently card his fingers through (Y/n)'s hair, moving the strands so they weren't going to fall over her features as she slept.

The nurse had seen that there was a lot of them in the waiting room to know about (Y/n)'s condition and had therefore advised them to go and sit with her one or two at a time instead of crowding in. There had been Roger and Sarina, Ben, (Y/n)'s mother, Ivy and Darren and then her other sister and two brothers there as well. Both Rufus and Felix had already been in to sit with her for a while, Ben was trying to grasp some sleep since he had been with her throughout labour and a while afterwards. Sarina had gone in with Ivy for a while before Ivy and Darren drifted down to the neonatal unit to see their daughter. Her other sister had dipped into the room for a while too.

Now Roger and (Y/n)'s mother were staying with her for a while, Sarina was with Ben outside and both her brothers and sister had gone home for the night.

It hadn't sunk in until now that Roger could have lost his youngest child. When Ben told them all what happened Roger couldn't quite believe it until he walked in and saw her. When he saw the oxygen tube under her nose, the IV drips and then the blood transfusion punctured into her veins. When he watched the heartbeat monitor showing she was stable but clearly unwell, her skin wasn't a healthy colour either. (Y/n) had been close to cardiac arrest when Ben was evicted from the room but they had managed to stabilise her heart.

A small smile pulled at Roger's lips when (Y/n) weakly opened her eyes again, trying to focus on him properly as she was drowsy from the painkillers swarming through her blood. She had been unconscious for a few hours but was now beginning to come back around again.

"You feeling alright sweetheart?" Roger questioned, his tone gentle as his voice was quiet as not to break the atmosphere around them.

"Hmm... is Ben here?" (Y/n) could barely pass the words through her lips which was almost as hard as trying to keep her eyes open to look at Roger. Watching his eyes crease at the corners as he smiled and nodded. She knew she had heard his voice but she couldn't be sure if she had dreamt it, if it was his voice when she had passed out or when she was drowsily coming back around again.

"He's sleeping at the moment honey, but Sarina and Ivy are still here. I think they've gone down to see the baby, she's small but-" Alice cut herself off when (Y/n) suddenly groaned at the words, her head pressing into the pillow as she curled up on her side. Her eyes falling closed as she didn't want to hear anything about the newborn that had caused all of this mess. If (Y/n) hadn't of had her niece she wouldn't have almost died hours ago. She wouldn't have felt awful these past few months nor have been subjected to the torture that she went through today.

"Don't care, t-this is her fault." Although she didn't say a lot it was clear that there was venom in her words. (Y/n) was in this mess because of her niece, she had been the one to be born early and cause (Y/n) to get complications. She hadn't agreed to go through all of that for her sister and niece and it wasn't fair.

Both Alice and Roger looked at one another in fear. They both doubted that the medication was making (Y/n) talk like this, it was genuinely what she thought and that posed problems. If she felt like this towards her niece she was likely not to want to see or know about her and she had gotten pregnant for Ivy. This could mean that she wouldn't want to see her sister either because she was the reason (Y/n) had gotten into this situation that had gone every way it wasn't supposed to.

"Don't leave, dad." (Y/n) leaned into his hand that was still carding through her hair. Her mind beginning to shut down again from the overwhelming fatigue that was rattling through her. She didn't want to be alone, she wanted Roger to sit by her for a while longer and be there again when she woke up.

"I won't sweetheart. I'll stay here with you."

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toxic-gorgon · 4 years

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Punishment: Yomi x Reader

Out of everything I’ve written, this one is the most character and lore driven. It’s one of my favorites.

The border between human world and demon world was a tad intimidating, would be an understatement, a barrier that only those sensitive to otherworldly beings, but the energy emitting from it was incredibly thick. Taking a step back, your heart pounds at the sheer size, and the possibility of what could be on the other side.

“I don’t know about this. Aria, are you sure?” you shakily spoke, gulping down your anxiety. She scoffs, pointing toward demon world.

“Aren’t you curious, Y/N? Traveling to a far off place, somewhere our kind’s been too scared to tread! We can be explorers or something!” she exclaimed. “Imagine, being the first vampires to be brave enough to cross the barrier.” The dark haired girl, who looked no older than a teen, placed her hands on her hips.

“I must admit, humans do get boring once in a while. No challenge and their blood is so mundane anymore. I suppose something new couldn’t hurt, but we should be careful.” you speculated. “What if the council finds out? We’ll surely be in a lot of trouble.” Aria shook her head.

“Don’t worry about it. It’s not like we’re exactly perfectly behaved anyway.” she paused, grinning. “Remember when we used a cardboard cutout of a “vampire hunter”, so we can sneak out” You smiled at the fond memory “I can’t believe we got off with a slap of the wrist.” The back of your mind held every danger the elders warned you about, as they came flashing through your mind.

“We made it this far, I think that’s a win?” you reasoned with her, or rather attempt to. Gripping your wrist, Aria’s crystal blue eyes turned a dangerous red accent, boring into yours, pleading. Alarming, you’ve never seen her this way before.

“There’s nothing to be afraid of!” she growled. “Don’t chicken out now, please?” she begs, and like a sentimental idiot, your eyes soften, giving her a nod, you couldn’t let her go alone. If something were to happen, you couldn’t forgive yourself. Squealing excitedly, Aria hurriedly hugs you. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

“Fine, but don’t pull that crap on me again, ok? Let’s get this over with. The sooner we enter, the sooner we can go back home.” you groan, following your best friend through the forbidden boarder.

Demon world wasn’t quite what you would expect. You knew there would be some weird shit, but flying eyeballs and slime critters were just the tip of the iceberg. Uneasyness easily suffocated the air, but Aria seemed determined as ever. She drags you down the city streets, which were probably the most human thing you’ve noticed. Tall buildings like home, you sighed with some familiarity was nice, but one alarmingly large red flag appeared.

“Are we ready to go now? This place is giving me the creeps.” you whispered, placing a hand on Aria’s shoulder, forcing her to stop.

“But Y/N, we can’t! We just got here.” she whines, pouting. You shook your head, turning around.

“We need to leave, I can’t stand this anymore. I mean look, we’re the only people here. Don’t you find that odd?” your reason with her. She rolls her eyes, moving forward.

“Stop your complaining! We’re fine. Look!” she throws her arms in the air, yelling out. “See? Nothing, so stop being a whine ass.” Your eyes darted to the side when a shadow suddenly moved. Your heart pounds in your throat, the hairs in the back of your neck stood upright.

Gulping, you whispered calmly, yet shaky “Aria, we have to leave. I-I ju-just saw s-something. Turn around slowly and let’s go.” She glares over her shoulder, clear annoyance sprawled onto her features.

“Y/N, will you shu-“ From the shadows, jumped burly, monstrous creatures, adorned with armor, reprehending you and Aria effortlessly, keeping an iron grip onto your brittle wrists. “Let go!” Aria yells, thrashing about. You whimper, your fruitless efforts to be released all for not.

“Oi boys, what do we have here? Trespassers on Yomi-sama’s territory. Where you ladies might be from?” The tallest one snorts with his pig snout, looking you and Aria down. Aria scoffs, refusing to back down.

“Human world, now put me down you muscle bound bastard! Or I’ll drain your blood!” shit, her threats were going to get you killed! Guffawing, the ring leader (what you thought was their superior, given he was the tallest) gestures for the men to bring you in.

“Vampires eh? Female ones.” he pauses, whistling. “Pricy on the slave market. Looks like we hit the jackpot boys.”

One excruciatingly long month went by, and you were the only left. Aria long since been dragged off to god knows where, probably sold like the demons claimed was going to happen. Every day, you watched as the cell’s warden trotted around, taunting you with freedom. The ugly, wart infested fucker, you wanted to tear his throat out. A personal promise you made, once you had the chance.

“Oi, vampire skank!” The warden’s voice boomed, his clammy hand slamming against the bars, startling you. Snickering, he twirls his keys around his finger. “Getting lonely in there?” he questions, licking his massive toad lips with a bumpy tongue. Cringing, he did this to you everyday. It was like a game, he made a pass, and you snark back. This world was what the elders warned you about and more.

Not a day went by when you regretted not listening to them, but now you pay the price. You couldn’t stand it here much longer, either you were going to get killed, kill yourself, or by the slim chance, escape. Survival of the fittest was an understatement, but fuck, what were you willing to sacrifice for it? It killed you every time, the thought of that vile creature touch you. Today, you noticed scarce amounts of guards. Conflict with other territories, perhaps? Quite unusual, since such a place is always flooding with enforcements. Was this a sign?

Mustering the courage, you stood up abruptly, pushing disgust aside, all sake for the performance. Turning around and giving the grotesque creature a flirty smile, your slender fingers trace the cold bars. “The nights get unbearably cold.” you drawled. “Since my friend left, I’ve been keeping myself warm.” You hated every single word that passed through your lips. Vampire charm or not, the warden fumbles with his keys, a lusty blush dusted what you assumed were his cheeks. Pathetic.

Giggling, he flings open the cell door, his grubby hands reaching out for you like the fucking lecher he was. You only had a small window to make use of. Baring your fangs, you launch yourself at the toad, tearing through his jugular, using your nails to hang on. He drops to the ground, struggling to push you off, gurgling for his life. With his throat gashed, he convulsed dead within seconds, leaving you draining his blood. His blood was a five star meal compared to what you’ve had in the last month. However, now wasn’t the time to enjoy a full meal. You drank enough to gain your energy back, and ran out the metal, dungeon door.

Slipping behind a wall, you silently caught your breath, watching as two guards ran past you, cursing your escape. Scoffing, you wiped your warden’s blood off your stained lips, turning lightly to keep moving. Staying still for too long, they were bound to find you. When you were sure your breathing was under control, you tiptoed away from your position. Fuck, now what do I do?

You crept by yet another wall, glancing from behind it. An unguarded, large metal door could be the way out. Hell, she didn’t know where she was, but a door is a door, so, she took the plunge and rushed toward it. Your hand shakily grasps the knob, turning slowly, careful not to make any noise. Your breath hitched in your throat, while you opened it to reveal…

Gasping, the door suddenly slammed shut, and your back slams against the cold wall. Looking up with widened eyes, your mouth hung agape as a much taller frame held you in place with your neck, giving it an authoritive squeeze. Taking a deep breath, you stayed calm, regardless of your scarce air supply. The man, from what you can tell, smirked, as his eyes stayed closed, and his eerily calm aura easily overtook your shaken form.

“So, you’re the vampire causing such a fuss. How bothersome.” he observed, squeezing harder. Struggling to breath, your e/c turned a hint of red accent, as your long nails raked along his arm, in a desperate plea for release. “Your people are known for their tenacity, I’m almost curious to see for myself.” Growling, your legs start thrashing. He wanted to see tenacity, he’ll see it.

“Let me go, you demon scum!” you choked out, balling your right hand into a fist, and slam it against his arm. Chuckling, the demon male continued to watch your struggle, but found himself getting bored quickly. He releases you, tossing you to the ground next to him. Struggling to raise yourself up, you coughed, sucking in all the air you could for your shriveled lungs. Hatred clouding your eyes, as you shot up, weak from lack of sustenance, but more stubborn than ever. “I’ll kill you and get out of here.”

The demon doesn’t budge. Instead, he boisterously laughs, as if you were a comedian. “Really now? I’m intrigued, you’re confident in your abilities to take down a king, little one?” You purse your lips, speechless. Fucking king Yomi blocked your path, of all the rotten luck. One bad decision after another, cursing your now presumed dead friend dragging you into this. You’d nearly flat out regret your whole relationship with Aria, but there’s no use placing blame.

“King or not, I’ll drain your blood!” you snarl, launching yourself toward the man, fangs out and ready to maim. Effortlessly, the king moved slightly to the side, catching your arm, and brings you close to him. His free, rough hand traced your cheek, humming in approval. A Wild flush cascade your face, as you squirmed against his chest.

“Not bad, almost pleasing if you weren’t kin to humans.” he taunted, gripping your arm hard enough to leave bruises. You slap him with your free hand, snarling. How dare he! The king’s smirk falters to a frown, his amusement over. “Troublesome woman, you should learn your place. “ he snapped, as his smirk tugged his lips once again with a tantalizing thought. “Perhaps I should train you. Who better than a king to make example of obedience to such defiance.”

Groaning, your eyes flutter open, stinging from the light. Fuck, I must’ve passed out. Pulling on your heavy, metal restraints, you sighed with no avail. Shit, I’m stuck here too. After a few minutes, your eyes got use to the light, and quickly you took in the sight. Another fucking dungeon, but not one you’ve been living in for the past month. No, this one was much different. Strange contraptions, restraints, whips, and other questionable instruments lined the area.

“Ah, you’re awake. I hope you got enough rest.” Fake concern from a man’s voice you recognized all too well now. The so called king of Gandara. “You’ll need it for what I have in store for you. Whatever it takes, you’ll be punished thoroughly.” he drawled, now coming into view. Snarling, you turned your head, refusing to meet his features. Grinning, he steps forward, gripping your chin, forcing you to look at him. “Come now. I promise if you behave and receive your punishment like a good slave, you’ll go back to your cell peacefully.”

Frowning, you didn’t give him the satisfaction of a rebuttal, your e/c orbs stared him down. Hissing, you spat in his face. “Like hell I will! I refuse to be bought and sold like a common object!” Without a word, he slaps you across your face, leering down at your pathetic form.

“Have it your way, I like a challenge.” he mocked. Trailing calloused fingers along your bare thighs, he licks from your neck, down to your chest, not surprising it took you this long to realize you’re nude. Shivering, from a mix of cool air and intimate attention, your blush reared its ugly head once more.

“Y-Your big plan to discipline me is this? Forgive me if I’m not colored impressed.” you stutter, hiding your discomfort. Yomi cracks a smile, his hand reaching your core. Nervously, your eyes watched his every move, as you bit your lip when the king sucks your right nip roughly, while his free hand pinches and twists the other. Slowly he enters two fingers into your depths, his smirk widening.

“Oh? What’s this? Tell me, you’re a virgin, am I correct?” he questioned. His speculation was confirmed when you refused to answer him, embarrassedly shifting your gaze to something else. “I see.” he pauses to work your walls, stretching you out. “How rare, a virgin vampire wandering into my territory. I’m conflicted. Should I sell you now, which means you’ll be worth far more than the standard female vampire, or should I keep you for myself, until I get bored that is.”

Whimpering, you lost it when he jams his thumb against your clit, abusing it roughly. He returns to your breasts, as if deep in thought. Dammit, I can’t hold back! A scratchy moan flowed past your lips, as you closed your eyes, and tilted your head back. Lifting his head back up to your neck, he bites, drawing blood, and sucks the wound.

“Enjoying yourself? Don’t get too comfortable, we’ve only begun.” his sultry voice only added to the fire between your legs. Slipping his soaked fingers out, Yomi expertly removes his top, revealing a fine, almost marble-like chiseled chest. You didn’t even try to hide the fact you were staring. If you were anymore mystified, you would be drooling (which was tempting), sadly the demon took notice. “Hmmm? You’re so quiet.” he chuckles. “Don’t tell me I make you speechless.”

Rolling your eyes, you struggle to shoot an insult back, proving more difficult when his hands lay on his belt, pulling it loose, and no matter what, your eyes couldn’t look away. Fuck! Anger welled up in you, not so much with the situation, but mostly at yourself. You’re allowing the laws of attraction get the better of you, and your desires were winning the battle against your willpower.

Pushing down his trousers enough to spring free his hard cock, Yomi stepped closer, rubbing his hands between your thighs, bending down to give your engorged clit a quick lick. Your face contorts into painful, conflicted pleasure. You want to let go, but you can’t lose your sanity, not yet. Grinning, he lines his cock up with your pussy, wrapping a strong arm behind your waist, and pushing himself in down to the base, and thrusting hard without allowing you time to adjust.

Your body jerks in jolting pain, your cries growing louder with each thrust. “S-Slow down! Dammit, it hurts!” Yomi shuts you up with a hard kiss, his nails digging into the back of your restrained thighs. Grunting, he was having a wonderful time at your expense, while your poor pussy throbs from the painful tearing of your hymen. Your limbs lay limp, while he pounds into you relentlessly, waiting until he’s had his fill. No use struggling anymore. Instead, you bit his bottom lip hard, in faint protest.

Smirking, Yomi ignores the pain, and panted as his throbbing cock was growing closer to release. “You’re so tight.” he takes a deep breath. “I’ll shape you to only fit me.” You gasp, as his movements became sloppy, yet determined, and finally with a few more thrusts, he came. Wincing in pain and disgust, you refused to let your tears fall, so you blank them away.

Moments of silenced past, while Yomi regained himself. “Are you satisfied now?” you sneer, while he pulls out of you with a heavy sigh. Slapping your thigh, the demon walks over to a table with an assortment of tools, each more intimidating than the last. Whips, paddles, floggers, unlit candles, crops, everything one could want in a personal, kinky candy store.

“I told you, we we’re just beginning.” he trails off, lifting a bottle without a lable from the table, and turning toward you. You trembled at thought of it being poison, or some sort of flesh eating acid. Shaking his head, Yomi placed his palm on your cheek, a hallow attempt to calm you. “It won’t hurt you, I promise. A close friend of mine made this serum from the rarest plant in demon world. It’s been a long time since I used it, but this is a special occasion.” his voice lingers, while he tips the bottle and pored thick, lucid liquid onto his fingertips, strong floral aroma filling your senses, almost pulling you into a drunken state.

So incredibly strong, your heart thumps with excitement? The hell is this? The floral buzz clouding your head, slowing down your rational thinking. Without hesitation, Yomi kisses you again, his glazed fingers prodding into your freshly fucked depths, rubbing along the walls, and slowly slipping out, only to rub your swollen clit. You hated yourself for giving in, as you lost yourself in the kiss.

“You should be feeling it soon.” he whispers, drawing himself back. Panting, your eyes widen, and as promised, you felt heat rise almost instantly. Potent shit indeed, your throbbing cunt was testament to that. Whimpering, your legs pull their restraints in a pathetic attempt to cross them. A desperate, withering mess you became, waiting to be filled.

Pleased with the results, the king releases your shackles, allowing you to land on your wobbly legs. His strong grip held your hair, tilting your head up to look at him. “Your training begins now.” his perverse intentions echoed, yet fell upon deaf ears, as you made no incline to object.

Hours, or was it days that passed? Your hazy thoughts lost count. Sitting on a metal Spanish horse device with your wrists tied to the ceiling, you panted heavily around a ball gag, your captor was so eager to put on you to stop chanting insults. He switches the vibrations too low for your taste, watching from an ornate throne in front of you, propping his chin up with his elbow on the armrest. Your hips rolled between your over stimulated clit and plugged ass, close, but never pushed over that delicious edge.

The sadistic king watched with pure amusement, your whines of anguish music to his six ears. “Ready to be obedient?” he taunts, while your self-pride dwindles down to a trickle with every slow pulse. Keeping your eyes locked on his admiringly handsome features, you struggled to keep that last thread of sanity, but fuck, that serum was impossible. Deciding your silence was yet another form of defiance, Yomi kicked it up a notch, switching the horse to its highest, brutal setting.

Throwing your head back, your muffled moans became much louder. You arched your back, jerking the chains around your wrist and chain between your pert, clamped nipples. Your wiggling hips bucked against anything that could finish the job. Sweat beads dripped from your brow, your chest heaved, so damn close. Yomi turns the dial again, bringing it back down to the lowest setting. Growling, your eyes shot open, revealing red hued slits.

The king stood from his throne, and sauntered over to you, and removed your gag. “The fuck you do that for? I was close!” you yell, saliva dripping from the side of your mouth. Snorting, Yomi yanked your nipple chain hard, stretching your nipples toward him, in a pleasurably painful gesture.

“Did you forget our talk? A slave is never in any position to make demands.” he lectures, yet again. Drawing back, you bit your lip, holding in your complaints. A pleasing smile makes its way onto the king’s face, as he releases your chain. “Better, but you still have a long way to go.” he critiqued, turning off the horse, and undoing your bounds. “I suppose a reward is in order.” You stare blankly, still shook with desire to speak. Yomi helps you up, and for the first time since you met, gave you a genuine smile. “Don’t give me such a surprised look. I’m not an unreasonable man.” his gentle words mixed with an underlying danger, something you’ve grown to enjoy.

Picking you up over his shoulder, he strolls toward yet another device, this time a leather padded bench, supported by four, strong legs. He sets you onto your feet and immediately you eyed the strange contraption. Five plateaus, each adorned with leather straps, while the larger, middle plateau was up higher then the others. Gulping, who knows what your ‘reward’ will be. Glancing up questionably at him, he pats your head in reassurance.

“You’ll like it, I promise. But first-“ You dropped to your knees, before he finished his sentence, gripping his cock with your right hand, and licking under from base to tip, swirling around its head. Yomi hummed with approval, as you engulf his cock into your mouth, hallowing your cheeks, and bobbing your head. “Good girl, just like I showed you.” he praises, threading his fingers into your h/c locks. His pulsing cock grew with your every suck, as you take the plunge, and swallow to the base, allowing your throat to squeeze it tight.

A throaty moan seeped through the king’s lips, as he pushed your head closer toward his hips. Your eyes water, but gracefully you kept jerking your head back and forth, in rapid speed, gripping his sack with a gentle squeeze. His member pulsed within your maw, reassurance his climax was close. Your tongue toyed with his slit, before swiping past his sensitive head. Before he could reward you with his seed, Yomi pushes you off, your mouth relinquishing his cock with a pop. Your e/c downcast, almost disappointed you wouldn’t be able to taste his sweet nectar.

Pulling you up by your arms, he bends down, planting a passionately domineering kiss on your cracked lips. Surrendering into the kiss, you stayed motionless, allowing him to guide you to the bench, and breaking the kiss to turn you around. He leans behind you, nipping your ear, and whispers “Relax and enjoy it.” Taking a deep breath, you urged your jitters away, as he helps you lift your knees up, one by one, strapping them down, and doing the same treatment to your arms, and finally, your torso.

After tightening your bounds to satisfactory, he lingers his touch down your spine, stopping short near your anal plug. Helplessly laying flat on your stomach, you wait anxiously, as his hands caress your ass, and down to your dripping cunt. Cold fingers push past your petals, a familiar floral scent pass through your nose. Not this again. You pant, and after an extended amount of time of using this stuff, you stopped fighting, and instead enjoyed the ride. Staying quiet, you submit to your position, mewling when his digits stirred your insides, and slipping out.

His rough hands grip your hips, as he aligns himself up with you, dipping his tip between your folds. Your hips wiggle, hungry for his wide girth. Teasingly, he rubs against your wetness, taunting you. Shivering, you glance behind your shoulder, having the urge to demand he fucked you, but instead held back. The consequences were too much, and you needed that sweet climax, one he’s been denying you of for so long. This pains you, and what you were about to say killed you inside. “Y-Yomi-sama-“ you shakily sang. “P-Please, fuck my greedy pussy.”

“Since you asked so politely.” he purrs, slapping your ass, and burrows his cock to your womb, slamming his hips against yours. Sobbing with pleasure, your pussy tightens around his girthy length, ready to cum already. The king trails his claws down your thighs, scratching lightly, and aims his hips up to your most sensitive spot. Relentlessly, your trainer pounds into your depths, his right hand latches onto your hair, and pulling your head back, so better to listen to your pleasure filled melody.

“This is what you get when you’re compliant.” he pants, reaching down with his left hand, grinding his thumb into your clit. You arch your hips, gyrating between his thumb and his merciless thrusts, the sensitivity in your cunt driving you mad. Laying his broad torso onto your back, he trails kisses between your shoulder blades and the back of your neck, his jet black hair cascading around his face.

Your thighs tremble with his erratic thrusts. “Yomi-sama, oh god!” you chanted, quivering with electrifying pleasure. Approaching your edge closer, your walls clench around his pulsing cock, tugging and urging for climax. Hesitant if you should let go or not, you arch your ass, milking every inch of him.

Biting your shoulder, Yomi licks the trickling blood. “I give you permission to cum.” he encourages, you further by pinching and tugging your clit, causing you to arch your back. After a few ferocious thrusts, all senses drown in ecstasy, your intense climax showering you with one of the single best feelings you’ve ever felt, while you screams filled the dungeon. Exhausted, you collapse onto the bench, and shut your eyes while the king’s thrusts struggled to keep his pace, deeply grunting close to your ear.

Bursting within you, his nectar exquisitely coated your walls, while the excess drips down Yomi’s thighs, and onto the bench. Both of you lie in a steamy, panting heap, riding out your highs. He sits up abruptly; still having the energy to move after such an erotic display wasn’t quite surprising. Pulling out of your folds and letting go of your sweat covered locks, he strokes your back, allowing you a calming aftermath.

“A humorous thought occurred to me.” he pauses, taking off your straps. “I may need to keep you for myself, as a personal concubine. You’re far too valuable to sell.” Your head whips around tiredly, you tried forcing words of protest. Yomi just cracks a smile, his decision final. He bends down and gives you heavy kiss. “Hope you can keep up with my interest.”

#fanfiction #yu yu hakusho #yyh #old prompt #extra extra spicy #anime #manga #yomi #demon #vampire

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timetoresurface · 5 years

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POLYGLOT (3) / JJK

The prefix poly- comes from Greek and means “many” or “multi-.” The last part of the word comes from the Greek term glōtta, meaning “language” or “tongue." = a person who knows and is able to use several languages.

Word: I’m no writer and English ain’t my mother tongue, but I’ll try my very best to make this as great as I possibly can. I’ll try to be your polyglot and put my weird romantic dreams into words.

I’ve never experienced love like this on Tumblr. Thank you for reading, liking and reblogging my baby. There is also some more dialogue in this part, please don’t cringe while I’m still learning how to be as real life as possible.

Pairing: reader x Jungkook Genre: romance Warnings: none Word count: 2374 words

Summary: Your academic background consists of a wide range of languages. You only studied Korean with a linguistic point of view in mind, as Hangul is a perfect phonetic language. Learning a new culture and their music always excited you so when an opportunity arrises to be a translator in Korea you didn’t even hesitate for a second. No, you immediately booked your one way ticket without even being certain that you had the job.

PART (1) / PART (2) / / PART (4) / PART (5) / PART (6)

After the night you had all spend together it became easier for you to feel comfortable around them. They had shared funny anecdotes that had filled the room with laughter. They also talked about some of the hardships of being in their position, they can barely poop without someone noticing and stirring up a little drama. It drives them crazy from time to time but to them it is worth it. Which is the most important thing, you guess.. You could never live like that but you weren’t an idol. You were just you. Translating your way through the world.

“Y/N can you film our secret handshake?” Halsey asked you nicely. She and Namjoon had been practicing for what felt like hours. They had to create and perfect their little shake. You took her phone and started filming after giving a clear sign for them to start.

Your eyes wondered over to the youngest of BTS. He was holding Taehyung’s little dog while looking like a snack himself. He had just changed into a new set of clothes and the white T-shirt seemed to be handmade for him. Like his body was the only body allowed to wear that shirt. Yes, that shirt was that strong. Or maybe it was Jungkook. Halsey took back her phone and went to chat with Namjoon about something. Everyone seemed busy so you naturally gravitated toward the puppy.

“How cute.” Was the only thing you could say while holding out your hand to pet the little man. Your eyes looked pleadingly in the direction of Taehyung and he only seemed to encourage your behavior.

“You can pet him. He likes people.” His words were barely said and your hand had found its way toward Yeontan. You started to stroke it gently not wanting to touch Jungkook by accident. Which was really difficult as the puppy itself wasn’t that big. Every time you unexpectedly touched Jungkook’s arm you felt him tense up beneath your touch.

“He’s really tiny.” You said. Taehyung had left and you were alone with Jungkook. He looked a bit panicked while just nodding his head to your remark. “Do you think he will get any bigger?” You asked him curiously while your eyes remained on the little dog. You thought he was shaking his head but you weren’t sure so you looked up and your eyes locked for a second. The moment his brown eyes connected with yours he looked away. It felt like you were an ugly troll that couldn’t be directly looked at. You never thought you could understand the frustration behind the greek mythology character Medusa, but here you were thinking she had it easy. At least she turned people into stone while you had ti endure the awkward glance.

“You want to hold him?” He asked you while offering you Yeontan. You nodded your head and suddenly a wild puppy was in your arms. The little dog looked a little bit lost in your hold but started to relax as soon you started to pet him.

“He isn’t rea-“ you started to say but Jungkook was nowhere to be seen. Where did he go? Why did he leave you with a dog that is not yours and you had just met. Luckily for you Taehyung was a good father and immediately came to your rescue.

“He was needed for a little touch up.” Tae knew it was a lie and you knew it was a lie so did it still count as a lie?

“Yeontan is a real ladies man.” You said while Yeontan tried to lick your face.

“Yes, he gets all the girls. It’s a shame he will never know the real struggles and rewarding hard work to get a girl.”

“I don’t think you know either. You just have to get into the streets of Seoul and you can find a girl willingly to be your woman.” you liked to joke around and Taehyung seemed to enjoy your banter and played along.

“A willing girl is not necessarily what we seek.” He quirked an eyebrow.

“What is it that you seek my dear Tae?”

“I still haven’t figured that one out myself. When I find the answer you’ll be the first I’ll tell..” You both started laughing and Yeontan started to bark and reach for Taehyung.

“He’s a real daddy’s boy. Barely leaves your side for more than five minutes.” Taehyung grabbed the puppy out of your arms and started to kiss his little baby.

“It’s because he knows he has to cherish every moment with me as I’m more away out in the world than home.” He looked sad but the love in his eyes for the little dog were genuine. You were a bit jealous that he had someone to love so deeply.

“You really do know how to make a light and airy moment heavy with regrets and uncertainty.” You remarked.

“What can I say, it is a gift. I thought a European girl like you would appreciate my gift.” His smile returned to his face and it gave his eyes that extra spark. He was a really good-looking boy.

“Oh we do, but we also like to laugh. A European girl is even harder to decipher, or that’s what I’ve been told.” You both laughed but were interrupted.

“Have you dated a lot of people?” Jungkook suddenly appeared next to you and you had no clue where he came from and how long he had been listening. His eyes were desperately searching for yours.

“I’m in my twenties. Of course I’ve dated people but I don’t know what you deem as a lot and I don’t know what you consider dating.” You said bitterly. He did leave you fifteen minutes ago with a dog that wasn’t yours. Taehyung started coughing and Yeontan saw an opportunity to escape. Tae immediately excused himself with a huge grin on his face while running after his son. Jungkook on the other hand was quiet. He seemed to wait for more. “Have you dated a lot of people?” You asked him.

“I can give you the exact same answer as you gave me.” The conversation had to be continued as Hyun Shik entered the room and started to give orders.

“Please, let’s have fun for our last scene. When this is finished the filming will be done and history will have been made. Be proud. Stay strong and please don’t break anything.” He looked at Namjoon for the last part, who tried to ignore his last remark. Everyone ran to his position and you joined them toward the set. Somewhere at the side there was a chair for you to be comfortably seated in while the 7 boys and Halsey were working hard to get the dance right in front of the camera.

After the filming was done everyone was tired and it was already past one in the morning. Hyun Shik made its way over to you.

“Will you get home safely? I can drive you home so you don’t need to take a cab.” You could barely speak so you just nodded your head. You weren’t necessarily needed so early in the morning because Halsey was only scheduled after lunch but you felt the extra support was needed. He guided you toward the parking-lot with is hand hovering at your back. Once inside there were only three cars left as everyone had rushed home as soon as the shooting had ended. Only Jungkook was to be seen standing next to his car.

“Hey, what are you still doing here? I thought I saw you leave about half an hour ago.” Hyun Shik remarked after spotting Jungkook. He had changed into black jeans and a long black hoodie that hid his extremely well built body. It didn’t hide everything but you could imagine what was underneath.

“I live near Y/N so I thought I could drive her home.” He tried to look confident but you were sure he didn’t know where you lived and definitely not if it was close to him.

“Yeah, you are right. I live all the other way so maybe that is more logical. Do you mind driving with him Y/N? He does live closer to you than I do.” If you remembered correctly Hyun Shik only lived a ten minute drive from you which is definitely not all the other way, but you simply nodded. Feeling a bit excited to share a private moment with Jungkook.

“Let’s go.” Was all that the young boy stated and that was all that Hyun Shik needed to hear to start walking to his car alone.

We got into the car and we both fastened our seatbelts. He put the engine on and simply asked “So where do you exactly live?”

“I knew you didn’t know where I lived.”

“I remember you saying over at my place that it wasn’t far from were you lived. You didn’t want anyone to call you a cab or drive you home after dinner. So yes, I don’t know where you live exactly but I do know the area as I seem to live there too.” He tried to explain himself and you were surprised he remembered so much.

“Yes, we are practically neighbors. You can just drive home and I will walk from there.” The only reason you said something that dumb was so he could protest. A girl shouldn’t walk alone so late at night blabla, you can spot that exact scene in every romantic comedy. The real world is nothing like a movie and blame it on all the Korean TV-shows you had seen but silently you had hoped he would be more galant.

“We never got to finish our conversation from before.” He suddenly remarked.

“I didn’t know you could actually hold up a conversation with me.” Why were you so on edge? You felt so nervous and insecure it made you feel annoyed and the only outlet you had seemed to be him. Apparently he didn’t seem to mind your rudeness.

“I’m a bit shy around new people. I’m sorry.” You would be lying if his little confession didn’t make your ice cold heart melt a little bit.

“Well, what do you want to know?” His hands gripped the steering wheel a bit tighter, making his knuckles white. It was fascinating to watch him drive. His eyes were focused on traffic and it gave you a good chance to study his mannerisms. He couldn’t keep his fingers from tapping along to the music and his leg never stopped bouncing.

“What do you want to know as you were the first one to start the conversation?” On the outside you looked confident but on the inside not so much. You stopped looking at him as your hands seemed to be more interesting at this point.

“I’m just going to tell something about myself and maybe afterwards you can figure out if I’m worth it to talk too about this kind of things.” He looked expectantly at you and you simple nodded your head. He saw your nodding head as a sign to continue.

“Well, I have dated girls before. No I’m not gay but I definitely don’t mind if people are. I feel like being an idol most certainly impacted my view on dating. Sometimes dating might be locking eyes with the same girl at award shows three times in row. Or sometimes dating is meeting once and never even touch each other and you really want a second date but neither has the time. Sometimes dating is a quick kiss and touch in a barely locked room.” During his speech he never looked over at you. He only stared at the road ahead or at the bright red light in front of you.

“I don’t think your kind of dating is weird. Even if you’re not an idol, dating in your twenties is something like you explained. Sometimes you like each other but the timing just isn’t right. Sometimes the other person doesn’t like you and your just wasting time.” It felt nice to talk about something like this with him. You were scared the boys might’ve never really touched a girl or have never been in a relationship. It made you feel more at ease to know they hadn’t just thrown away their teenage years without some experimenting.

“I don’t want to waste time.” He silently confessed.

“Nobody wants to waste time, Jungkook. Sometimes you only know after everything is over that you could’ve done something better.”

“Have you experienced something like that?”

“On multiple occasions but it felt real when it was happening so I don’t regret a thing. Every crush or person I liked has left an impact. They made me who I am today.”

The rest of the car ride was silent. It was peaceful. You had both said what you wanted to say and the conversation you had started hours ago was finally finished. You started to recognize the neighborhood Jungkook was driving through.

“You can drop me off somewhere around here if that is possible.” You said after passing the entrance of your apartment building. He immediately pulled over and parked at the side of the road.

“I’ll walk with you. It is never safe for a young woman like yourself to walk alone at night in a strange city.” It felt like your heart skipped a few beats.

“I can walk alone. You don’t need to waste time and to be honest, this area of Seoul doesn’t feel as lonely as before.” He looked straight into your eyes and the whole world felt like it stopped. His eyes scanned your face while a smile crept on his face.

“i’m glad you’re feeling home but I could never forgive myself if I let you walk all by yourself so late at night.” He started to unbuckle his seatbelt and opened his door. “Let’s go Y/N.” Was the last thing he said before slamming his door and walking over to your side. You watched him stride over to your side. His hair was still styled but some strands started to have a life on its own in the wind. Never before had you seen someone so good-looking without any effort as him before, and it scared you.

“Will you please get out? It is starting to look weird just standing here by your door.” He said after opening your door. You finally got out of your trance and tried to get out of the car with your seatbelt still on. This got a laugh out of Jungkook and your face reddened. You tried to hide your blushing cheeks while unbuckling your seatbelt.

“So where do you live exactly?” He said while you got awkwardly out of his car. You simply pointed toward the right direction and started walking. It was only a five minute walk but it felt like hours. You stopped at the entrance of your building and turned your head toward Jungkook.

“Thank you for driving me home and also walking me home.”

“It was no problem. It is nice spending time with someone like you.” Blame it on the lack of sleep or blame the eyes of the boy before you for not thinking straight, but the following you really said and immediately regretted: “What is that even supposed to mean? Spending time with a subordinate?”

“To be honestI feel honored you chose me to drive you home. I know Hyung Shik lives actually ten minutes from your place and I feel like you knew too. So thank you.” The emphasis on thanking you. The wind blew your hair out of your face and there was nothing to hide your red cheeks.

“Thank you for wanting to drive me home. I’ll see you in a couple of days when we leave for America?” He simply nodded and turned around. You typed in the code of your apartment and started to get inside, but you didn’t feel like saying goodbye yet. You watched him walk slowly away. When you thought he wouldn’t turn around anymore you turned your back and walked inside the building.

“Wait!-“he quickly grabbed the door before closing. “What are you doing tomorrow?”

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winryofresembool · 5 years

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Edwin week, day 7: Promise

Summary: Ed brings Winry a special gift from Creta (and may also attempt to ask a question). (Part 2/2)

A/N: here is the second part to the fic I started yesterday! <- Go read it first if you haven’t, as this will make more sense after that. This is my last post for the Edwin week (;_____;) this year so I’d like to thank the mods for organizing this event, and everyone for the amazing contributions! ♥ It’s been a real blast, and I hope to see you guys again next year! But now, enjoy this, and don’t forget to review!

@503week

AO3

Words: 1900+

Genre: floof

Warnings: Ed’s language

The day of Winry’s homecoming started surprisingly smoothly. When she exited the train, Ed was at the platform waiting for her, with a small bouquet of flowers he had picked on his way to the station in his hands. Al had once again insisted that’s what he should do, especially after what had happened to his automail. That way he could most likely protect himself from Winry’s wrath for a moment longer.

Winry was all smiles when she spotted her fiancé’s (she wasn’t sure what name to use) golden hair among the crowd. As she got closer, she noticed he had flowers in his hands, and her happiness changed into confusion. Since when was Ed so considerate that he’d even bring flowers? She got a strong suspicion that Ed had some ulterior motive, because the Ed she knew wasn’t usually that thoughtful. Of course it was possible, she thought, that Al was behind it… She decided to not question it as she finally reached her destination and gave Ed a warm hug.

“Hi! I wasn’t expecting to see you here!” she greeted him when they separated, Ed offering to carry her bag.

“Of course I came! You’re… I mean, that old hag would have made me wash two months’ worth of laundry if I had stayed in the house,” Ed claimed. “She’s still doting on Al; he only has to peel a couple of potatoes for the stew…”

“Right,” Winry snickered, seeing right through him. The blush on his face told her that was actually not the reason why he was there.

“Uh, these are for you,” he pushed the bouquet in Winry’s hands awkwardly.

“Aw, thank you, Ed! They look nice.” She buried her face into them for a moment, taking in their nice scent.

“That was nothing… So, how was your trip?” he asked quickly before Winry could think of some other way to make him blush.

“It was good! I am so close to getting my official automail mechanic license now! Mr. Garfiel still wants me to write a final analysis on the use of different metals in automail limbs, but that’s easy for me, I have years of practice on… why are you looking at me like that?” Winry asked when she saw Ed stare at him weirdly.

“No reason… I had just forgotten how passionate you get about mechanical limbs,” Ed grinned, making Winry glare at him angrily. “Sorry, sorry. Please, go on! You were about to say something about that analysis…” Ed had realized that the longer he let her rant, the less likely she was to pay attention to his slight limping, but there was something else too; he actually found himself interested in what she had to say.

“You were actually listening?” Winry asked with surprise.

“Why do you sound so surprised, I always listen…” Ed retorted.

“Yeah, right. Well, anyway… As you know, some metals are lighter and thus more comfortable for the user to wear, while…”

Winry continued her ranting happily all the way to the Rockbell house, while Ed made an occasional short comment. He sighed of relief when they made it inside the house without her noticing his issue at all.

…

Later that afternoon, it seemed it would start raining soon, and a neighbor of the Rockbells came to ask if someone would be willing to fix a hole on the roof of his sheep barn before that. He would have done it himself, but his back had been acting up a lot recently, and he didn’t think he’d be able to climb on the roof in that condition. Ed volunteered, happy about an excuse to get away from Winry’s knowing look for a moment.

In about 15 minutes, Ed managed to get the roof fixed with no problems. However, things took a turn for worse when he was trying to come down the ladder. It had gotten slippery in the rain, and unfortunately for Ed, he was wearing a shoe only on his real leg because he hadn’t bothered to put the other one on for such a short period of time. The combination of smooth, wet wood and a metal leg turned out to be dangerous for Ed, who could only scream when he slipped on the ladder and fell several meters before hitting the ground. Thankfully, there was nothing sharp under him, so his real limbs got off with relatively little damage… but he wasn’t so lucky with his automail. It got big dents on the surface, and based on the weird feeling on his leg, Ed was worried the wiring had gotten damaged too. Winry would definitely kill him now…

“Are you alright?” the neighbor asked him worriedly when he saw Ed lying on the ground helplessly.

“I… think so,” Ed lied, cringing as he tried to put on some weight on his automail leg.

“You don’t look OK… Let me take you home with my horse,” the man offered. “You are lucky that you have two medical experts living under the same roof with you… They will surely be able to check you up.”

“Lucky… or doomed.” Ed mumbled under his breath as he sat down on the carriage that took him back home.

…

“What happened?” Al yelped immediately when he saw Ed’s condition.

“I just fell from the ladder a couple of meters… The damn automail made me slip. But don’t worry about it… I have been in much…”

“Brother!” Al stopped him angrily. “I don’t care if you have fought Homunculi and gotten me back from the gate! You should be more careful. That could have ended badly.”

“Al, relax… I swear I’m OK, I just…”

Ed didn’t get to finish his sentence because a young woman’s voice said quietly:

“Edward…”

The blood seemed to escape Ed’s brain when he saw the sadness in Winry’s eyes. She had of course seen that the automail she had built with love was hanging from its port in an awkward position, and the skin of his arms was scraped badly.

“Win, please, let me explain…”

“What is there to explain? That you are the most reckless, irresponsible…” At that point Winry’s voice got so high pitched that Ed couldn’t figure out what else she said. She swept the corners of her eyes with her hands and ran back inside without looking back again. To Ed, that reaction was far worse than if she just started yelling at him.

“What the fuck was that about? Shouldn’t she be happy that I didn’t break my neck or something? Does she only care about her automail?!” Ed asked, kicking the ground with frustration.

“Brother…” Al said calmly. “I really don’t think she was upset about the automail this time, no matter what she says. She must have heard what happened to you and she simply freaked out.”

“Yeah but why?”

“Edward,” Al said seriously (Ed noticed that he used his full first name instead of the usual ‘brother), “you asked her to become your wife, and you still don’t understand how she’s feeling? Imagine how you’d react if Winry fell the same way you did and hurt herself in the process? Possibly because of your automail?”

“Oh,” Ed finally understood Al’s point. “I guess I really messed up. Again…”

“But it was an accident!” Al reminded him. “Just go tell her you are alright. I’m sure she will want to fix that automail of yours.”

“Fine.” Ed gritted his teeth. “Uh, can you help me out a bit? It’s a bit hard to walk with this…” He pointed at his automail.

Al helped Ed inside and upstairs where Winry’s room was but left him alone as Ed braced himself to knock on her door.

“Winry…” Ed said tentatively.

No response.

“Winry, I’m coming in.”

When he opened the door, he was surprised to see Winry working on a blueprint at her desk.

“What are you doing?” he asked, just to say something. He had never been good at this kind of stuff.

“Drawing an automail leg blueprint for an idiot who can’t take care of it,” she said without lifting her gaze from her paper once.

“About what you may have heard outside…” Ed said hesitantly, “I never meant it was your automail’s fault I fell. In fact, it has saved me from more accidents that you know…”

“I know, Ed,” Winry sighed. Her voice had already lost most of its earlier edge. “I just… freaked out.” Just like Al had suspected, Ed thought.

“But I’m OK, I swear. Aside from a couple of scratches…” Ed showed her his arms.

“I know,” Winry repeated. “It’s just, worrying is in my nature; I spent years worrying about you guys, and when you came back, I thought you guys were finally safe… and then incidents like this happen… And I feel it’s my fault…”

“Okay, first of all, it’s definitely not your fault. I was being clumsy, OK? Second of all, I’m sorry. I really should take better care of my automail.” He tried to lighten the mood a bit by saying: “If this is how you react to a little scratch, it’s a good thing you don’t know about my shark fight…” “Your what?” Anger flashed in Winry’s eyes again, and Ed realized he had made a mistake again.

“Eh…” he rubbed his neck. “We just did a little fishing, that’s all…”

“Let’s get back to that topic later,” Winry decided to give up on trying to understand Ed. “Now, let me see your automail.”

Ed sat down on Winry’s bed and Winry lifted his automail leg on her lap. She removed some of the metal plates to see if the wiring was damaged, and that’s when her mouth went into a widest ‘O’ Ed had ever seen on her face. He had forgotten what was inside the leg.

The ring.

“Ed… what is this?” She took the necklace with the ring out of there and dangled it in her hand.

“Oh fuck, I forgot…” Ed cursed, slamming a hand against his face. “This is not how I was supposed to give it to you…” “Could you please explain a bit further?” Winry asked, even though she had an idea about what he meant. Her face turned a shade redder.

“I was…” Damn it, why did he always have to get so flustered in her company, Ed cursed in his head, “… Well, remember when I was leaving to Creta a year ago and we were at the railway station?”

“How could I forget that?” Winry asked. They had… they had promised each other to spend the rest of their lives together, after all…

“Yeah, well, anyway…” Ed stuttered. “I realized I never gave you a ring… uh, as a proof of my promise… So… this is kinda it… Winry… are you still willing to give those 85%... or how much you want… of your life to me?”

There was a long silence.

“Of course I am, you silly!” she finally exclaimed and forgot all about the automail when she threw herself at him, making him fall on the bed. The hug lasted pretty long, and when they finally pulled apart, Ed offered to put the necklace on her.

“I think it suits you,” he said, admiring the smooth surface of the golden ring.

“Thank you,” Winry beamed, and leaned to kiss him on the lips. “It’s beautiful. Now, how about we take care of your bruises?” She pulled some disinfectant and bandages from her drawer and started cleaning Ed’s wounds.

“So, I’m more important than that automail, after all?” Ed asked smugly.

“Of course you are, you dumbo. One question, though: was it already broken when I came here?”

“Let’s... talk about that some other time,” Ed said and pulled her for another kiss. She didn’t complain.

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Advice (A Silvaze and Sonamy Oneshot)

"Sonic, you've helped my world in the past; for that, I trust and respect you but today I require aid with something less… typical." Upon being approached by Blaze, sat on the wing of the Tornado while Tails tinkered away, Sonic hadn't been sure why she was in his dimension and now he found himself only more bamboozled. Wasn't she meant to be protecting her dimension? It didn't sound like the sol emeralds had been stolen or her world was in peril, besides Silver was there with her now; he'd be able to handle it as well as Sonic could alongside her; probably even better... unless the threat required all three of them? The blue hedgehog did recognise there was no way she'd cross dimensions unannounced and unplanned unless the situation was urgent. The princess was normally blunt and to the point yet today she was struggling to meet his eyes; hesitation in her voice, "I require your advice on a… personal matter of great importance to me."

Refusing to let his confusion show he flashed a grin, "A personal matter? You had me worried I was gonna have to scramble Nega, well lay it on me! I'll give it my best shot!"

There was a long pause, Blaze's fists balled, Sonic's brow raised. She looked up to him, face forced into a bizarre contorted frown; fangs bared and cheeks pink, was it a look of embarrassment or rage? He had no idea but it was kinda terrifying. "How do you deal with… romantic feelings?"

The synapses in Sonic's mind failed to ignite for a moment, he stared blankly at her. Eventually, those final two words processed. "What?! Wh-Why are you asking me about love?!" He had considered dropping from the wing but now the chances of that had reduced to zero, he brought his knees to his chest. Anything else, anything else would have been fine! Eggman Nega stole the Jewelled Sceptre? Sure. Captain Whiskers kidnapped Marine? Fine. Silver was having trouble with some fute- Wait Silver, yes Silver! Realisation struck Sonic, that was his out! The blue blur pointed down to Blaze; "Silver's in your dimension right now, isn't he? W-Why don't you just ask him?! H-He probably knows as much as I do!"

His green eyes bore down on Blaze, willing that she'd either vanish or the Tornado's engine would suddenly kick-start, shooting off with him in tow. The cat was looking away from him, growing only redder. She must have stood there for a full minute, completely silent. "I… I can't ask Silver about this. It needs… it needs to be someone else."

Sonic blinked at that. "Why can't you ask Silver?" Lines of heat were radiating from Blaze; she wasn't speaking and refused to meet his eyes. Sonic was perplexed; he'd only ever heard good things about their friendship, how well they could fight together and that, according to Amy at least, they brought out the best in one another. Amy'd spoken of how when Silver was around Blaze'd smile, that she'd drop all of her walls and speak freely; she'd walk hand in hand with him without a care. Silver too, around her he went from some lost soul awkwardly stumbling his way through life to far happier fella; relaxing and far more freely. How Sonic had seen it, and how he'd had their dynamic described, the two seemed to complete one another. It was upon that thought that a realisation hit him. "Oh…"

Blaze was gripping her arm, eyes shut; the glow to her cheeks had spread across her face, deepening from pink to red. "These feelings it's… it's Silver. I've been having… I've felt this way for a while but I don't know what to do. They started just after I remembered and well…" The princess released a sigh. "Cream is too young to ask about these things, Amy, while more knowledgeable… would go too far, I'm not sure I could discuss this seriously with her. You're older, you must have dealt with these feelings at some point… right?"

Sonic felt a heat on his face, he leaned back on the wing to get out of her vision and tried to skirt past that last question. "I don't know about me dealing with them, but I said I'd give it my best shot and I meant it! What do you wanna know?"

I want to know everything! When did you realise? How does it feel?" Amy was overjoyed, a giant smile on her face; hands clasped atop her heart. She had been minding her own business, getting groceries with nothing much planned for the day, when a golden opportunity landed in her lap. Now sat on a park bench, grocery bag dropped at her feet, she was sat next to a once Silver, now very pink, time traveller. A certain embarrassed hedgehog who had finally admitted to his feelings for a certain purple princess, a princess currently in this world and apparently seeking some kind of advice from a Blue hedgehog.

"Ehhehe…" He made a kind of sighing yet groaning sound, his eyes were glazed over; he was clearly trying his hardest to distract himself in their environment, focusing on the trees and the birds rather than daring to look at Amy. "W-Well r-recently it just kind of… hit me and now, when she's around I get this feeling in my chest? L-Like it might explode? She's really kind and strong and smart a-and pretty and I just…" His head dropped to his hands, giant quills hanging down. Through his hands, he mumbled, "I w-want to tell her but I'm terrified. I-I need advice and you're so open, y-you aren't scared to say you love Sonic so I thought…"

Amy smacked his back, administering rather overwhelming pats that shook his body; a manic smile on her face. "You've come to the right place! It's so nice to meet another romantic; finally, someone else wants to talk about these things. You just need a little confidence that's all, you've got to learn to speak your heart!"

The patting stopped, he sat himself up; hands pushing hard into his knees. "S-Speak my heart?"

"Right! Right! You've got to be blatant; you've got to be honest with yourself! That way you'll be honest to her." Amy began her lecture, overjoyed to have her first student. She'd thought it'd be Cream some in the far-flung future but this was perfect! "Every time I see Sonic I try to make my feelings clear, I hug him close and profess my love wherever and however possible. That way, when he finally gets around to admitting his feelings, he can do it with confidence; I'm being true to myself so that he can be true to himself and we can be true to each other." Amy was beaming through her explanation, eyes closed and gesticulating wildly. "In every dance, someone has to lead right? Who it is may change with time, but before that someone has to open their hand and ask the other; that's us Silver! You've got to hold her close, shower her in affection; she's already open to you, reach out and let her take your hand!"

Amy opened her eyes and was met with a wide smile her fellow hedgehog's face, still quite scarlet but it was a look of confidence and hope. "Yeah! I…" And then, as if some realisation had struck him the smile vanished; eyes went from sparkling to dull and mouth crumpled into a cringe. "I-I don't think I can do it like y-you do. The idea of hugging her out of nowhere, o-or just saying I love her out of nowhere is terrifying. I-I want to but I think I'd faint or mess it up or…" His eyes closed and expression became more neutral, breathing a sigh he continued; "I-I'd like to do it but I don't think I can, I'm not confident enough; I need to learn how to be confident like you are."

"Huh? Well, confidence just comes as second nature to me; I don't think that I can teach that. I love him so I tell him so. Is it that scary for you?" Amy stroked her chin, quickly landing on a conclusion; "I suppose I've known that I love Sonic for a while and I've been chasing him for a long time. You really should just be honest with her, be open and blunt, but if that's not going to happen cause you're shy… what hints have you dropped?"

"Hints? Umm…" His seating shifted, left leg crossing over his right; leaning back he started to feverishly pull at his chest fur. "Does being embarrassed c-count? I've been embarrassed around her like… a lot recently."

Amy groaned, throwing her vision to the sky; he was being completely useless, but then every rose must grow from the dirt up. She had her work cut out for her, but with time and patience… or strength and piko-piko, he'd get there eventually. "No Silver, it should be words or perhaps gifts; you can't just be embarrassed around her and expect love to bloom. If it were that easy Knuckles would be a master of romance, being embarrassed is fine but you need to actually act. They say actions speak louder than words, but some well placed-ones will linger in the mind forever while objects fade." The pink hedgehog, "Be more specific, what makes you love Blaze? How do you feel about her? You've only given basic terms like pretty and smart, speak from your heart."

Silvers eyes closed tightly, "G-Give me a moment." He took a deep breath through his nose; pinkness seemed to concentrate on his cheeks. Amy felt her grin grow, she wished she had a notepad or some kind of recording device, but at the same time just watching someone come to terms with their feelings. Anticipation built with every passing second.

Tails had long retired to his workshop; things were moving at a molasses pace and, for once in his life, Sonic was happy about that. It gave him time to think through his answers on this subject he was less than comfortable with. How long had passed, ten, twenty, maybe thirty minutes? The only question she'd asked was whether it was weird to have these emotions, to which he'd responded not really. He finally sat back up, looking down at her; Blaze's hand was over her face and she was vigorously massaging her forehead. He knew he should speak up, but he had no idea what to say. "Have you told him anything, given any hints?"

"No…I-I feel too embarrassed to do that. I'm also scared, in case… these feelings aren't reciprocated. I don't want to lose our partnership, I want it to grow stronger." Blaze's hand went to her arm, her gaze locked onto the runaway beneath them. It was weird seeing her like this, weirdly relatable to the blue hedgehog.

He rolled his eyes a little at that thought, pushing past it. "Well… you'll have to tell him eventually right? You can't hide this from him forever."

Her head snapped up to him, a burst of anger overtaking her embarrassment; "That's why I'm asking for your advice. If I knew how to do that I'd have done it already. How would you admit your feelings?"

"A-Alright alright, my bad." Sonic cringed away from her glare; now wishing he'd let silence reign over them he ducked back onto the wing. How would he confess his love? He'd never really considered it, "I've been avoiding those feelings for a long time…I-I'm not sure how you…" No, he had to try his best; he was helping a friend after all, even if it meant discussing emotions he'd rather push aside. "Well… I'd want to know for certain they liked me back before I'd even consider telling them. As for how to do that… I guess if I ran from them and they followed that would be a good sign."

Blaze paused for a moment at that before looking back to her feet, shaking her head. "Silver would follow regardless of whether he loves me, he'd be worried or think he'd done something wrong. Besides, running away from someone you care about seems… stupid, hurtful even."

"I suppose it is…" This conversation was giving him thoughts and he wasn't sure he liked them. He'd have to shift things back toward Silver. "Have you tried… uhh…" He scratched at his quills, he could have let the conversation die there but no; he'd forced it back open. "People write love letters… I think? You could do that?"

There was another silence, Sonic took his previous thought back; he'd like this to go far faster and be over with as soon as possible. He felt like he was swinging blindly and just hoping to arrive at the right answer; unsure if there even was a correct answer. Blaze shook her head again; "That feels… impersonal, I'd want to do it properly." She released a sigh, there was a tinge of frustration to her voice; "We're getting nowhere. Let's not talk about how I'd confess, I asked you how to deal with these feelings in the beginning, If I understand that then I'll be able to act more autonomously. How do you control them?"

"Oh, uhh…" He stifled an awkward laugh with a cough; his plan to turn things back toward her and Silver had utterly failed. "Run away from them? I try not to even think about those feelings."

"I see…" Blaze's hands had balled into fists again; he could see her ears had lowered. "That's not an option for me, I want to embrace them."

Now Amy's anticipation was turning to fear, how long could he hold his breath? He had gone from red to pink to purple to blue, any longer and he'd-

Silver finally released his breath, panting; hands on his leg as he struggled. Amy initially assumed the worst but as his eyes finally opened confidence was completely renewed, that sparkle had returned to them; his colour shifted back to an embarrassed pink but he was smiling. "Alright… I think I've got something at least. I-I don't know if I'll say it right, but I'll give it a go." His eyes were locked forward, not looking to Amy but the world before him. She didn't speak, fearing she might smother the poor boy, trying to keep her smile small (failing) she nodded him to continue. "Blaze is th-the best. I trust her more than I trust anyone, I-I trust her more than I trust myself. She's so strong, not just fighting but she has a will to do what is right regardless of cost; she sacrifices far too much. I want to protect her despite knowing she's strong enough to protect herself. I know she's pyrokinetic but I want to keep her warm. I-I just want her to be happy more than anything else. She's so serious but when… when she smiles the world… i-it stops I guess is how to put it, nothing else matters? It's all I can focus on, her fangs poke out and… eugh…"

His head dropped to his hands, Amy's fist pounded on the arm of the bench; she had to push him here otherwise he'd never continue. She couldn't let this slip from her grip! "Come on! Get a grip! We were getting somewhere there; don't give up now! What else?"

"I lost her once, I couldn't stand to lose her then and I'd die if it happened again!" His head had risen, fists were clenched; the light lingered in his eyes but he was shaking like a leaf. It was weak but Amy was impressed, he'd caught a second wind! "I've lived life without her but, when I look back on it, it doesn't feel like I was living. There is no home without Blaze, I feel so much more confident when I'm by her side; like I could do anything… well, anything but… ehm…t-tell her how I..." He stumbled again but this time, on his own accord, shook his head and pushed through; "N-No one else even comes close, no number of people. I'd chose…". Suddenly a flinch entered his eyes, he turned to Amy for a moment before turning back to their environment; he closed his eyes and bit his lip before continuing but the sound he released was inaudible, less than a mumble.

"Eh? I couldn't hear that last bit, you'd what?" Amy couldn't help noticing something change on his face, were tears welling up in his eyes? They were sealed closed he was shaking, but as they opened her suspicion was confirmed; he dragged his wrist over them, metal bangle crashing into his temple with ever wipe.

"I'd chose her over the world, every time…I-I don't know if she'd like me saying that, but it's true." Silver managed to pull his arm away. Eyes still damp; he released a deep yet cracking breath, not meeting the pink hedgehog's grin.

Amy didn't understand why, that last statement had been as sincere as all the others, but something about those words triggered a joy much greater than those prior lines. It was a sense of elation, a strange sense of familiarity; as though things had come full circle, like placing the last piece in a jigsaw. It just felt right, completing even.

She pulled him into a headlock, beaming down at his flailing quills; "Just like I would Sonic! Every time, without a moment of hesitation! I knew you could do it!" He was still croaking, arms waving wildly and pushing against- Oh he couldn't breathe, he'd been breathing out when she grabbed him. Amy released Silver, the grey hedgehog immediately fell off the bench. As he panted on the ground Amy continued; "That was brilliant Silver! Now you just have to say it to her. Will that really be so hard?"

"Y-Yes! That was terrifying." Silver half shouted, slowly rising to his feet. "I could barely say that to you, trying to say it to Blaze would be hundreds of times harder."

Amy frowned at him. There was a pause, the steps of a plan forming in her head; if the prior tactic hadn't worked she'd have to get more nefarious. "Really? I was sure after you got it out once it'd be easy." She shrugged, eyes closed. "I guess you're right, you do need my confidence." A trap was laid.

"That's what I've been saying… but if you cant teach that I guess I'm stuck." He'd stepped straight into it. As he plopped down in his seat, head in his hands, Amy punched him in the shoulder; almost throwing him from the bench once more.

"So you're just giving up already? You just said you'd chose her over the world!" She frowned at him, teeth grit. "I knew you were embarrassed but I didn't think you were-

"N-No! I just mean I don't know what to do next, of course I'm not giving up!" Silver shouted, she could see the seriousness in his eyes but the smile hadn't returned to Amy's face but behind her frown was something more... mischievous.

She looked away from him, arms folded. "I'm not sure I believe you Silver. It seems to me like you're the type to promise a girl the world and deliver nothing. I don't think you're really embarrassed, I think you're talking up a big game with no intent to follow though. You can say all this to me, but not a single romantic word to her? Yeah right."

"Wh-What? Of course I'd do it if I could!" There was desperation in his voice but not quite enough for Amy's liking, she wanted him pushed one or two steps further, she kept her back to him; remaining silent. "I-I want to but I'm scared, I'll mess it up or I'll just collapse in front of her; that's not even considering whether she feels the same way."

She sighed to fake anger, turning back to cast him a glare; "Has that ever stopped me? Look at all I do for what little Sonic has returned me. Yet Blaze, who shows you more affection than she does anyone else, doesn't deserve to know you love her; let alone how grateful you are? You should have given that speech to her long before you even considered sharing it with me."

Amy looked away again, keeping the pout on her face. She heard him go to start talking before stopping as if catching himself. A sigh sounded; "I-I can't do that but…" Amy turned back, raising a brow. "M-Maybe I could do something smaller. Please, Amy, I need help with this."

He'd locked himself in now, Amy's plan had worked; it wasn't confidence but if this is what it took to get him on the track that led to it then so be it. She'd not been so open with Sonic, in the beginning, compared to now at least, a little push would do Silver some good clearly. Her frown flipped into a Cheshire grin, hands clasped before her chest. "Alright. Let's make a plan."

How long had it been? Was the sun close to setting? Could he go now? Thoughts of this sort were floating within Sonic's head while feelings of hunger racked his stomach. He was still sat atop the tornado's wing, much too scared to move lest the cat beneath him ask another question. Weighed down by the want to help a friend who so rarely talked about these things, being tortured by the nature of the conversation and any similarities to his own predicament. Blaze's blunt, negative, responses certainly weren't helping with the latter.

Finally, she spoke up again; "Is there a way to find out if these feelings are mutual?"

Sonic looked down to her, she'd finally stopped standing; Blaze sat on the tarmac legs crossed and chin in her hands. He cringed a little, he really was trying his best but… he really wasn't used to dealing with these emotions himself, let alone being forced to confront them. "I…" He sighed, finally admitting it; "Amy's my only real example and she's pretty forward. I don't think he'd act like that, would he? You said he'd follow you but would he… chase you?"

"Not unless I worried him," Blaze looked back up to the wing; "Amy's your only point of reference? Had I known that I'd have gone to Vanilla."

"Hey, that's…" Sonic flinched as he caught himself, his eyes closed and his brow furrowed. He breathed a sigh. "That's fair. I'm not very good with these emotions, I'm sorry you've wasted your time."

"That's been obvious since the start but I stayed here rather than leaving and dealing with them so… I'm no good with them either." Blaze met his eyes, there wasn't a smile to her face but there was an understanding in them; no rage this time. "We should both probably get better at this."

"I mean…" Sonic swung his leg from the edge of the craft, he still loathed thinking about this at all but it was undeniable; a lot of his past actions weren't looking so hot. "Yeah, you're right. I should probably be better to her. But it's not like you're doing nearly as bad as me, you don't hide from him."

"Yes the bond between Silver and I is still as strong as ever, but if he were to return these feelings I'd be glad but I'm unsure how easily I'd accommodate them." Her ears had pressed down again, though this time forward instead of backward; scarlet colouration had fully returned to her face. She took her head in her hands. "I want to do this properly, but I've still no idea how. It's all so new to me."

"Well… wouldn't it be new to both of you?" Was that the first correct thing he'd said all day? Probably. Was it obvious? Undoubtedly. But there had to be something comforting there… right? "He'd probably be just as awkward as you about it, wouldn't he? At least you'd be embarrassed together, less pressure." He felt like he had to keep talking but had run out of words… well he hadn't, he just didn't want to keep going. Bringing a hand to his head he continued; "If Amy and I were to ever… I'd be alone in that." Yeah, he was stopping now, that was enough.

Blaze looked up, still embarrassed but once again her gaze lacked harshness and anger; "He would be embarrassed yes, albeit in different ways. I'm sure he'd try far too hard while I'd be scared to act as we had before let alone go further."

"Well… that sounds like it evens out." Sonic smirked, glad he'd finally given a good answer; he wasn't going to ruin that by running his mouth any further.

"Perhaps, but it's reliant on these feelings being returned. He's quite naïve, I don't know that he even thinks about these things." She shrugged, before frowning slightly; "You know you can come down right? I'm not going to kill you."

He half laughed, "When you phrase it like that it sounds like you might but alright." Sonic finally dropped from the wing of the tornado, but he didn't meet the ground. No, he'd braced for impact, having half planned what next to say, only to feel himself freeze; a teal tint overcoming his vision. He went to gasp in shock only to find his jaw locked in place, eyes struggled to flicker beneath the strain; he knew what this was but where was-

He watched in horror as the tornado got further and further away; he was drifting backwards! "That's it! Real him in Silver!" An all too familiar voice called out behind him. Sonic's legs flailed at a snail's pace, struggling to fight the psychic grip and regardless a good foot from the ground.

"This feels wrong." Amy's grey ally confessed, running a hand through his back quills. The cringe on his face was clear as he dragged Sonic through the air, kicking and failing to scream. "I thought this part would be easy but it's bringing back some… less stellar memories."

"Hey, hey, we have a deal." Amy tutted, arms already wide to catch Sonic. "Besides, do you really want Mr Loveshy hanging around when you try to flirt?"

He choked on air, grip wavering on Sonic for a moment before retightening. He looked to her, muttering under his breath. "F-F-Flirt? W-When you say it like that it's so much scarier."

"Oh fine, call it a compliment ya wuss." Finally, the blue hedgehog rotated, to be honest, the face he'd been locked into wasn't the most attractive; mouth wide and eyes as beads, but Sonic was within her grasp! That was what mattered. Her arms locked around him, going limp as the psychic energy left her body before tensing as he was pulled into a rib-crushing hug. Her singsong tone rang out; "Nice of you to join us Sonic! I've got a new partner in crime, you'll never get away now!" Loosening her grip she shifted him; carrying him bridal style. She'd expected some resistance but, rather unusually, he simply lay in her grasp; refusing to meet her stare.

"Y-Yeah… hi Amy." This was bizarre but the pink hedgehog wasn't about to question it, she looked up to Silver; "Well go on, what're you waiting for?"

"Okay… okay… I can do this." Blaze hadn't moved from the runway, she was still sat right where she'd been; albeit with more of a confused look than when they'd arrived, staring back at the group over her shoulder. Redness clear on his face Silver began to make his way over, eyes like saucers and face a burning scarlet but he was clearly trying his best.

Beneath her Sonic tried to cut in; "What's happen-

She awkwardly bent a finger to his lips, "Shh shh shh, I wanna watch this!" For every five steps Silver took Amy took one forward, she wanted to be in earshot for this... but simultaneously getting too close would probably freak him out. Amy managed to halt herself a few paces from the aircraft; leaning against it with Sonic still ensnared... or well, at least normally she'd use that term. Sonic seemed rather content in her grasp for once, she shot him a look but still their emerald eyes refused to meet. "Is everything alright?"

"I-I'm fine." He grumbled, ears spiking up; "Amy please, what's happening."

The rose hedgehog watched as Silver extended a hand to Blaze, she took it and together they pulled her up. "I think he's going to take the first step, he's going to take lead!" Amy whisper-shouted.

Amy's senses heightened to their peak, Silver began; "Hey Blaze, sorry about that; Amy was insistent I help her and well... I-I hope I won't have to do it again. D-Did you get the advice you needed?"

The cat shook her head, "No but it should be fine, I've come to my own conclusions." She leaned in a little closer to him, peering at his face. "Are you okay Silver? You're looking quite red."

"A-Am I? Oh dear…" He was shaking, white quills waving like the last autumn leaf. "I feel fine, I-I think I know why I'm like this."

Her brows raised, "Oh? What is it?"

Amy leaned in but for a moment she couldn't hear anything, he went to speak and backed down at least twice; growing redder and redder. Blaze was looking more concerned with each passing moment; their hands were still touching. Finally, Amy heard it, the words they'd agreed on... well, more or less. He was struggling after all. "Y-Your smile is…" His head dropped, now both of his hands held hers. "I-It's really good! Th-The best I've ever seen! I-I can't get it out of my head."

The response was immediate, she went as red as him; both their eyes locked on the others shoes. From this far away Amy could just make out the words; "But I-I'm not smiling right now Silver…"

"I-I know, a-and don't force yourself to… b-but I thought you should know that. I-It's really… It's the best. I-I love i-i-it." They weren't even looking at each other to confirm it! Amy was feeling the strangest concoction of pride in her work, anger that they were both this useless and awe at watching this first step! Not to mention the warmth of holding Sonic in her arms so loosely, it was almost like he wanted to be there!

Blaze's free hand reached up, shaking (albeit much less than Silver) as it reached his cheek and pushed his head up. Eyes must have met, her ears had flattened forward and from this angle Amy could just make out one of those fangs he'd been talking about, "Th-Thank you, Silver. L-Let's go home… we can talk about this more if you want?"

"Y-Y-Yeah… okay." They seemed to fumble a little, one of his hands dropped from hers with the end result of his right and her left hands linked.

The pair turned back to their advisors, shouting their equivalents of goodbye before the cat drew a grey crystal from her cloak and in a burst of flame a portal opened before them. Amy took another step toward them; a wide smile on her face, "Good luck! See you both soon!"

Beneath her, she heard a sharp breath before Sonic shouted out, "You can do it!"

At that Blaze seemed to freeze for a moment, Silver looked to her, but she quickly shook the hesitation off. "Then you can too!" And with that, they vanished; portal quickly closing behind them.

The pink hedgehog looked down to blue, face twisted into a curious yet mischievous smile; "What was that about?"

There was a redness to his face she'd only caught sight of a couple times, "I-I'll tell you… e-eventually, probably."

Amy smiled, her grip tightening; "Take all the time you need, you're not going anywhere."

"A-Alright." Their eyes finally met again, he was looking up at her. After a pause, just hanging in her arms, he spoke. "I'm kind of hungry... do you want to go and-

"Yes, yes, yes!" Before he could even finish Amy had set off, racing to find somewhere to eat with the blue (going crimson) blur in her arms.

#silvaze #sonamy #Amy Rose #Blaze the Cat #Silver the Hedgehog #sonic the hedgehog #sonic #fanfic

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moonlitcryptid · 6 years

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Little Secret

Pair: Sam Winchester x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.9 K (I love Sam sm)

Summary: Sam is kinda late for a very important date! He sneaks to see a certain someone and they reminisce about how they came together.

Warnings: CURSING (do I even need to say that anymore??)

A/N: Lemme know if ya’ll want a part 2 where she finds out about who he really is and stuff.

Another week comes and goes, and another hunt in the bag for the Winchester brothers. It was a simple hunt; a small nest of vamps that needed to be ganked. Just because it was simple doesn’t mean it was enjoyable. They still had bumps and bruises from being thrown around. More Dean than Sam because a certain squirrel didn’t realize a woman at the bar was one of them. Oh well, comes with the territory. Now all he wanted to do was sleep, but Sam had other plans.

They got to the bunker sometime after 8 PM, Dean going straight to the fridge to get a beer and making a beeline to his room. Cas followed him, spurring a number of possibilities in Sam’s head. Most of which he cringed at the thought of, but he had no time to ponder. He was already running late and he had to go NOW. Sam almost sprinted to the bathroom, taking a quick shower and switching his blood-soaked clothes for a cleaner, nicer outfit. He checked himself in the mirror, making sure his hair wasn’t too messy and he looked presentable. When he thought he looked ok, he grabbed a wrapped box and booked it out the front door. It took maybe 10 minutes, but Sam was still panicking and rushing.

Sam started up the Impala after sending Dean a text that he was going to the bar for the night. He didn’t bother waiting for a reply as he started driving to a town almost 30 minutes away. Before he got to his destination, he stopped by a nearby flower shop that thankfully was still open and purchased a bouquet of (F/C) roses and a bottle of wine. Then he continued on his way to the to the little brick house he came to know the past year as his second home. He was in such a rush, he almost forgot to turn off the car before heading inside. He used the key he had gotten a couple months prior and let himself in, where he headed straight towards the kitchen. There, he saw her.

(Y/N) was standing over the stove, cooking with her back facing him, in a form-fitting dress that took Sam’s breath away. He placed the flowers, wine, and gift on the table before going up to (Y/N) and hugging them from behind. (Y/N) giggled, putting a hand over his and craning her head up for their eyes to meet.

“Well hello, you freakishly tall stranger. You’re right on time! Dinner is just about done.” She beamed as Sam pressed a loving kiss to her temple. Then she turned off the stove and put the food onto plates, to which Sam brought them to the table. He took the chance to light some candles and pour the wine into a couple of glasses. As soon as she came to the table, he pulled out the chair for her, making her feel like royalty.

They spent their dinner mainly giving each other loving looks from across the table. Not many words were said, but not many needed to be said. This was their night and they were going to enjoy it. After a few minutes, (Y/N) caught Sam blatantly staring at them, at which they started laughing.

“Ok, why are you doing that?” Sam grinned.

“Doing what?”

“Staring at me. Nothing you haven’t seen before.”

“But it’s nothing I wouldn’t love to see every day.” He replied fondly, to which (Y/N) blushed.

“Shut up and finish dinner, you moose.” He chuckled but did as she said. Soon they moved over to the couch, wine glasses in hand.

“I can’t believe it’s been a year…” Sam huffed and grinned.

“More, if you count when we first met.” (Y/N) nodded, agreeing with Sam.

“Yeah, I remember. All of it.”

-2 years ago-

“Dean, there’s nothing here,” Sam yelled to his brother, frustratedly flipping through another file from the Men of Letters’ horde of info. He heard his older brother groan, just as frustrated and exhausted as him. They’ve been researching for hours about a creature that had them stumped, and it was one of those moments where the MoL didn’t have anything substantial. They were running out of options.

“Ok, that’s it. I’m done! We’ve been at this bullshit for almost two days now. I need a drink. I’m heading to the bar.” Dean grabbed his jacket and walked out, slamming the door shut behind him. Sam, however, wouldn’t give up. He remembered a library a couple towns over and headed there. Luckily, Dean left the Impala.

As soon as he got there, Sam spent the next hour scouring the place for any books that sound like they could help. Finally, at long last, he found one book. The library computer said that it was in the back corner, but when he went there it was missing. Exasperated, he went up to the librarians.

“Hey, um, I’m sorry, but I was looking for the book called ‘Rare Folklore for the Weird and Occult’.” The old lady behind the counter gave him a sad smile.

“Sorry, dear, but it’s not available.” Sam frowned.

“But you haven’t even checked!”

“I know, but I remember the book. It looked strange… Anyways, that young lady over there just checked it out before you came up here.” She replied, pointing at the woman who was walking out. Sam thanked her before sprinting to catch up to the woman.

“WAIT!” He caught her right as she was about to open her car door. She whipped around and gave him an odd look once she realized he was talking to her.

“Um, can I help you, sir?” She replied politely, kind of nervous that a strange, yet damn gorgeous, man is trying to talk to her. He was breathing a bit heavier from the short run and pointed at the large book in her arms.

“I need that book.” She stared at him wide-eyed and shook her head.

“Sorry, sir, but I need this book, too.”

“Come on, I’ve been looking for a book like that for almost two days! I need to do research!” He exclaimed. The woman scoffed and put a hand on her hip.

“I need it, too! I have a huge paper to write, and I’m not failing a class my final year! I’m so close to my masters!” Now Sam grew wide-eyed.

“Yeah, well I…” The words died on his lips. He couldn’t tell her the real reason why he needed it. Not to mention that one look at her and he felt his stomach twist. He sighed and waved at her. “Nevermind. Keep it, I’ll find something else.”

(Y/N) was about to take his word and leave, but something made her stop. She just opened the car door before turning back to Sam, who had started to walk to his car.

“Hey!” He turned to face her. She didn’t know if she would regret what she was about to do, but it wouldn’t hurt. “There’s a nice coffee shop not far from here called Moonlit Coffee. Not a lot of people, pretty great food and drinks, and great wifi. If you’re willing to meet there in say… 20 minutes?? I’m willing to share the book with you. You can research and I’ll write my paper. What do you say?”

Sam grinned, glad they could reach a compromise. “Deal. Hey, the name’s Sam.”

She beamed back, “(Y/N).”

“Even after we spent the entire day together, I never did figure out what you wanted with that book. I mean, what does a consultant need with info about the ‘occult’?” (Y/N) laughed, Sam not so much.

After two years of knowing each other, he still never told her the truth about the real world. If he told her, then her own little world would become a lot bigger and scarier. He couldn’t do that to her. Sam loved her too much. Anytime that he went out of town because of a hunt, Sam would tell (Y/N) it was part of his job as a ‘consultant’ to travel around. It was safer that way.

“Oh!” Sam suddenly realized he forgot something, bolting from the couch to the kitchen. He came back, flowers and gift in hand. (Y/N) swooned a little, wondering how she got such a perfect man. Sam put the flowers in the vase on the table, then handed her the present. It was the size of her hand and was actually kind of heavy.

She unwrapped it to find a small book on mythology, to which she laughed, a guitar pick, and a lovely necklace of the moon and stars. She was in awe of it, and Sam helped her put it on.

“Thank you, Sam. It’s beautiful! But…” Sam grew worried. She picked up the guitar pick and waved it in his face. “Why must you always remind me of this?!”

Sam relaxed and they ended up laughing hysterically. “What? You don’t like a reminder about how I was your hero?”

-1 year ago-

“I can’t believe this… Why are you making me do this?” (Y/N) questioned their friend, who was helping them get ready for a blind date.

“I’m not making you do anything! I just suggested, about 1000 times, that you go out with this guy! He’s reeaaally cool. I think you’ll really like him.” They said, handing her a very tight dress that left little to the imagination. “Now, put this on! You’ll look so cool!”

(Y/N) was getting annoyed at their love for the word ‘cool’. “There’s a difference between ‘cool’ and ‘good’...”

(Y/N) could only think about how she wished Sam could be here. In fact, that’s the only reason she was going on this date. Sam and (Y/N) were supposed to have a movie night like they usually do, but something with his job popped up and her friend seized the opportunity to play Cupid.

Another hour, and (Y/N) was sitting in the restaurant waiting for the guy named ‘Chris’. He was running late and she had to deflect the waiter three times now. Ten minutes later and finally he showed up, but he wasn’t what (Y/N) was expecting at all.

He was some man who looked like a wannabe skater boy. His dirty blonde hair was overgrown and completely unattractive, not to mention greasy. He looks like he just came out of roughhousing in the park; completely dirty. He wouldn’t even look at (Y/N), he just barked the waiter over and ordered for himself. Through the meal, (Y/N) tried talking to him, but he would either give short responses or go on a long tangent. ‘Sam would respond to me…’ Most of his radical stories were of when he and his band would tour. Well, will tour. He came up with excuses why they haven’t yet, but (Y/N) was annoyed. ‘Sam wouldn’t spin these wild stories to try to impress me…’ The entire night, he only talked about himself and didn’t give two shits about (Y/N). ‘Sam would actually care about me…’

(Y/N) couldn’t help but think of Sam throughout the evening. Sam has always been a best friend to (Y/N). Plus he was incredibly smart, kind, and overall amazing. Sam could flip her mood from sad to excited! She always had the most fun when he was with her. She wished he was here instead of Chris. When their dinner was coming to a close, Chris turned to (Y/N), now kind of antsy.

“Hey, I gotta take a leak. Be right back.” Without giving her a chance to respond, he bolted. She saw him pull aside their waiter and whisper in their ear The next thing she knew the waiter was bringing the check to an abandoned (Y/N). She growled, realizing she had been played by a no-good asshat.

While she was cursing under her breath and fishing through her purse for a card, someone rather tall took a seat across from her. She was annoyed, not willing to deal with more bull until she got a look at the stranger. Instantly, she beamed and rushed over.

“Sammy!” She exclaimed, grabbing the man into a bear hug. He laughed, and her heart fluttered after hearing it. “I thought you would be out of town for another week! How did you know I was here?”

“Well, we finished the job early, so I came back, and I passed by the window and saw you inside. As I recall, we have a movie night?” (Y/N) sighed.

“Yeah, I’m not really in the mood anymore. My dick of a date pulled a dine-and-dash on me…” Sam grew livid. How dare someone treat HIS (Y/N) that way. At least that’s what he wished he could say. When (Y/N) explained what happened, Sam bolted to the restrooms and found the poor sucker waiting out in one of the stalls. He pulled him out by the collar and placed him on the table. It all happened so quick, (Y/N)’s mind was scrambling to keep up.

“Now, you’re gonna be an actual gentleman and pay for the meal instead of being a jackass deadbeat. Now, leave (Y/N) alone.” He spat at a terrified Chris, grabbing (Y/N)’s hand and taking her out of there. (Y/N) was ecstatic that someone stood up for her without asking, especially if that someone is Sam.

Sam took (Y/N) back to her house, where he was still angry and paced around the living room.

“I can’t believe he did that to you!”

“Sam.”

“I mean come on! Does no one have common human decency anymore?!”

“Sammy.”

“I swear I should’ve -”

“SAM!” Sam jolted. (Y/N) gave him a funny look and he realized he was getting worked up over nothing. The issue had passed, and now (Y/N) was safe. And with Sam. Now he felt a bit embarrassed about going on a rampage.

“Did you at least have a good time…?” Sam awkwardly questioned.

“Did it look like I had a good time?” (Y/N) scoffed, gesturing to herself. Sam shook his head before he really looked at her and noticed what she was wearing. He blushed, clenching his jaw and forcing himself not to stare. (Y/N) sighed, running her hands through her hair. “I just need to forget tonight. It was a mistake to think I could start dating again…”

“No,” Sam remarked. (Y/N) stared at him, growing curious and butterflies fluttering again. Sam stared at her, the same fluttering in his stomach. “Y-You don’t have to quit dating. At least not until you’ve given me a chance?”

(Y/N) couldn’t believe her ears. Her crush basically asked her out and she couldn’t move. Her heart was pounding out of her chest, but little did she know he was feeling the same way. Sam didn’t know where he got the courage from, but now he could barely focus on anything but one thought. What if she said no?

He was so out of it, he almost didn’t hear it.

“I’m sorry, what?” He questioned, praying to Chuck he heard right.

“I said I would love to. I want to give you a chance. Hell, I’ve wanted to give you a chance for a long time now!” (Y/N) replied, grinning like a madman. Again, Sam was no different. He was on cloud nine. He rushed over, picking her up in a bear hug as she laughed. One of the worst nights suddenly became one of the best.

“That really was the night you saved me.” (Y/N) grinned, fiddling with the guitar pick. Sam smirked and took a sip of his wine, happy.

As the night progressed, the couple ended up watching a movie and cuddling on the couch. However, towards the end of the movie, (Y/N) had fallen asleep with her head on Sam’s lap. When Sam noticed, he dared not move but to gently stroke her hair. She looked so peaceful. So pure compared to the evil world he was used to. He had debated tonight whether or not to tell her, but of course, he had decided to wait again. He couldn’t risk dragging her into his crazy world. Not if he could help it. (Y/N) is someone who he would gladly put his life on the line for in a heartbeat, but he would never ask her to do the same.

He turned off the TV, picked her up, and walked her to the bedroom. He placed her under the covers, making sure she was comfortable, before taking the place next to her. He just looked at her, knowing he would have to leave soon but he never wanted to leave. She was his little taste of normal. His little secret that he loved to Heaven and back.

#Sam Winchester #Sam Winchester x Reader #Sam Winchester Oneshot #Sam Winchester Imagine #Supernatural #Supernatural oneshot #Supernatural Imagine #Supernatural x Reader #fanfic #fanfiction #Supernatural Fanfic

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swyllh · 6 years

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[minghao]: i love you/that’s not my fault

title: undercover

premise: you and minghao have played a couple for undercover operations one too many times. police/detective au! (very brooklyn 99)

genre: enemies to lovers, fluff

pairings: reader x minghao, side!seokhan

word count: 3314

“darling,” you say, lips matte and unglamorously sticky, “get me another drink?”

minghao, now ‘trevis’, grins wolfishly. he slicks his orange, greasy pompadour back with both hands and winks at your informant.

“sure, babe,” he says before swaggering off in that disastrous fuchsia combination.

suppressing a sigh, you turn back to wendy, who swoons, “what a charmer you got yourself there, betty.”

“yeah, a snake charmer,” you mumble, but not before letting out a girlish squeal. “of course, wendy, trevis has always been so… amicable!”

wendy raises an eyebrow at you. lowering her voice, she leans in, “[y/n], no one says that word here. act more like barbie or something.”

“barbie’s a qualified lawyer,” you bite back. “not the point. do you see big rogers anywhere?”

wendy leans back and pretends to sweep her hair behind her shoulder. “oh of course, you don’t have to be shy about the bedroom!”

“wendy!” you snap, before realising what she’s trying to do. “it’s not my fault he can’t get it up!”

so that may or may not have been a little unprofessional; xu minghao is a colleague of yours, and since day one the two of you have been at loggerheads. you suppose it was your competitive streak that started the entire debacle, what with you announcing your first clear solve in front of him a little too excitedly. somehow a bet was placed, and the two of you are now competing for the first closed case of the year.

that being said, the captain of the precinct ordered for you two to go undercover as a sleazy, honeymoon couple. you think he’s in on the bet too.

“betty, honey, you can’t keep faking orgasms,” wendy says in a concerned, high-pitched trill. her mirthful smile, however, states otherwise. “you heard of eyecandy?”

you fake a gasp. “where?”

“i heard a guy called big rogers has it,” she says, and winks.

a man in a pink leotard slides into the bar stool next to yours. “hey, heard you were faking orgasms.”

you shrug, cupping your face with your hands. “nice to meet you too.”

“look,” the pink leotard croons, “i know big rogers.”

you quirk an eyebrow and exchange a look with wendy.

putting on your saddest pout, you ask, “will he help trevis get it up?”

the case is closed pretty quickly after that – minghao had burst out of nowhere while you were struggling with big rogers and slammed him down on the floor.

“it’s my arrest,” you snarl, pulling off your wig. “mine.”

“yeah, but who put the handcuffs on him?” minghao says, cocky, and you wonder if you can cover up a murder before reaching the precinct.

“i went through all that espionage while you were out kissing someone’s ass,” you say. “i call dibs.”

“call dibs,” he snorts, dragging our criminal to the lift. “what are we, five?”

you’re about to stamp your feet in frustration, but the twinkle in his eye makes you stop yourself. instead, you fold your arms and roll your eyes in the best portrayal of a tired, overworked adult.

“we were partners for this case, but you were missing for the large part of the chase,” you say, punching in the right button. “look, if we’re partners-”

“if i weren’t there, you’d have let him slip,” he concludes slyly. “is that what you’re implying?”

“well- hey!” you shout, just as the elevator dings.

the doors open, and minghao is purposefully striding forward, big rogers in tow. you briefly consider spiking his coffee with laxative, but bite down the urge to scream and instead catch up to minghao. on the way to the holding cell, you spot jeonghan with a box of donuts on his desk. he gives you a smile, which you can’t find in yourself to return.

“first case of the year,” minghao announces, closing the door on big rogers. “closed!”

you roll your eyes again, and march over to your desk, ready to type out whatever report is needed. jeonghan slides over to you in his office chair, a yellow smiley donut still perched on his hand.

“trouble in paradise?” he asks.

you shrug off your glittery jacket. “whatever – i’ll even the score out by the end of the week. hey, a donut!”

“back off,” he says, appraising his donut with heart eyes. “seokminnie made it for me.”

“that bakery boy?” you ask, snorting. “isn’t he straight?”

jeonghan rolls his eyes. “you know that’s not how it works.”

“right, everyone’s got a crush on yoon jeonghan,” you say, and then sigh.

minghao gets into his seat opposite you. “how’s it like to be loveless and unsuccessful, [l/n]?”

that hits home a little too hard, so you scowl at his orange pompadour instead. “what’s it like to be an irony?”

“what?”

“a dickless dick,” you spit, and jeonghan roars with laughter beside you.

“sir, with all due respect, i think you’re mistaken,” you say. “we do not have to work another case-”

captain choi looks up at you. “are you disagreeing with my orders?”

you bite down a retort. “no, sir.”

you can’t believe it, but you’re sneaking glances at minghao, hoping he’d back you up for this.

minghao looks unperturbed, so you continue, “it’s just that it’s the third time this month we’re posing as a couple, and i thought we might want to mix up group dynamics-”

“detective [l/n], you and detective xu have been showing far greater progress since you started working together,” captain choi says. “it is in the interest of the precinct that you continue.”

gritting your teeth, you can’t do much but nod.

minghao smiles. “yes sir.”

once you’re out of the office, however, you round up on minghao. what sick pleasure he derives from the two of you playing as a couple, you don’t know. maybe he’s just waiting for a chance to stab you and fake a manslaughter. poking into his chest, you narrow your eyes.

“look, i don’t know what it is you want –”

“crime rates are down, [y/n],” minghao says. “that’s what i want.”

the blunt statement takes you by surprise. “oh.”

he walks back to his desk, and you’re staring after his overly tall, lanky frame. a strange wave of guilt and admiration washes over you – maybe you’ve just been the only one taking this too seriously.

“and besides, you cringe up every time i call you ‘babe’,” minghao says, ruining whatever you might have felt.

he tosses you the case file, which you catch easily. hotly, you say, “thanks, darling.”

he grins, toothy and wide. “briefing’s in five, babe.”

jeonghan’s lounging in the van, lazily checking on your hidden cameras and mics. everything’s working out well, and you’re trying not to dirty the gown you’ve managed to borrow from irene.

“i don’t get what’s up with you and hao,” jeonghan says.

“minghao?” you ask. “he’s a dick.”

jeonghan tuts. “no, he isn’t.”

“he’s been nothing but a competitive, snarky, sneaky little snake, and somehow we have to do all our undercover missions together,” you whine a little.

“hao’s the sweetest person i know,” jeonghan says. “after seokminnie, of course.”

“oh yeah, how’s it going with seokmin?”

jeonghan purses his lips. “actually, i was going to ask for a favour.”

you perk up, sitting up straight and knocking into jeonghan. “ouch, wait, favour? the great yoon jeonghan is asking for a favour?”

jeonghan hushes you. you grin, giddy with the sudden rush of adrenaline at having jeonghan at your mercy. you must have saved china in your past life or something, or at least saved a dog from dying.

“okay, so you know how seokminnie loves love?”

you shrug. “that’s your boy we’re talking about. but yeah, whatever.”

“seokmin loves love. he adores it. it’s all he can talk about – which is why, can we do a double date?”

you choke on air. “a double date?”

jeonghan knows full well that you’re single as a pringle, and there’s no way you’re willing to settle down for a lunch and pretending you’re in love with some stranger. even if jeonghan has beautiful friends, like that model or that producer.

“it’s just,” jeonghan says, bashful. you’ve never seen him bashful. “you’ve been going undercover with hao all this time-”

a beat. you don’t entirely comprehend what he’s trying to say. the confusion must show on your face, because jeonghan rolls his eyes.

“okay, i’m asking you and minghao to pretend – for one lunch – to be in love, and go on a double date with me and seokmin.”

“are you kidding me?” you shriek, closing in on jeonghan. “no. no fucking way-”

jeonghan holds a finger to your lips. “okay, look, get this mission over with, and we’ll talk. all good.”

“you can’t just spring this up on me,” you say, but you’re already climbing out of the door. “you owe me one, yoon jeonghan.”

“is that a yes?”

you slam the door back in his face. faced with the ridiculousness of the situation, you start to laugh – you’re in a lilac gown eerily reminiscent of your prom dress, with a gun strapped to your thigh garter, and an unofficial undercover offer. as you turn around, breathing in and exhaling to assume the identity of isabel caven, you see minghao in a blue suit. it must be tailored to fit, you figure, because wow, he actually looks good.

michael chung, you correct yourself, michael chung looks good.

minghao glances up when you approach, and then does a double take. you wonder if it’s because irene’s dress is a size too small, or if it’s because of the awkward stumbling around. maybe it’s the beaded hairpin jeonghan had stuffed into your bun. you don’t know, but the strange stare he’s giving you is making you heat up.

“michael, darling,” you say softly.

he offers an arm. “i-isabel.”

you take it, hooking your arm around his. the fabric of his suit feels expensive, real, like it’s something he actually owns and not a costume. you don’t really know what to make of the weird flutter in your chest.

shaking the feeling off, you review your identities. isabel caven and michael chung are a young, newly-wed couple. they’ve been working for various news agencies as freelance photographers, and are currently attending the auction in place of isabel’s aunt, jessi caven.

as you walk up the stairs to the hall, minghao turns to you. “you look pretty tonight, isabel.”

you smile coyly. “you’re not too bad yourself, michael.”

“wait,” minghao says, and then pulls out a silver band. he slips it over your fourth finger. “there.”

you nod, throat dry. “right.”

as the party progresses, a couple of people approach the two of you, fawning over your ‘wedding ring’. you’re laughing into your champagne when a lady starts swooning over young love and honeymoons. you try not to break her spirit, and are entertaining her weird, vaguely-invasive questions. minghao drifts back to your side, and it only manages to get the lady more fired up.

“so how’s it like, the married life?” she says, and you wonder if she’s a little tipsy.

“uh,” you look over to minghao. “it’s been wonderful.”

minghao nods, though he’s scanning the crowd for your suspect. “absolutely.”

“you two are so reserved! why are you standing so far apart?” she remarks jokingly. “are you sure you’re married?”

minghao tenses, and the two of you try to diffuse some tension – he holds your waist cautiously, and you lean into his chest in some show of affection. quickly, he presses a kiss to your hair.

“oh min- michael,” you say, but the lady doesn’t catch onto you. “hey, isn’t that the host, we should go say hi.”

minghao nods, and the two of you escape into a corner of the hall. his arm still lingers around your waist, and it isn’t until you purposefully step away to get another glass of champagne from a passing waiter that minghao lets go.

“that was weird,” you laugh, scanning the room. it’s more an excuse than an obligation, however, because you’re trying your best not to look at minghao after that stunt.

“no, that’s perfectly normal, babe,” minghao says, but you can hear the tortured smirk in his voice.

you shrug. “sure it is, darling. by the way, seven o’clock. man in blue.”

getting the gun from your thigh garter is probably the hardest part of the entire mission. it’s only rivalled by facing the wide-eyed look on xu minghao’s face when he sees you ripping your gown and whipping a revolver out.

“so, you two are jeonghan’s colleague?” seokmin asks, sunshine on his face.

you can see why jeonghan’s so hung up on him – he’s always smiling, and he’s always so accommodating towards jeonghan. there’s also the awkward, shy way he passes jeonghan his food, as well as the lingering eyes. there’s no way this man isn’t into him.

“yep,” you say. “we’re dating.”

minghao gives you a look, but is immediately all smiles when he turns back to seokmin. “yeah, what about you and jeonghan?”

seokmin chokes on his hot chocolate. “w-what about me a-and jeonghannie?”

to be honest, you’re surprised that minghao’s taken jeonghan up on the request. you think it might just be the thrill of having yoon jeonghan owe you one.

“but anyway, how did you two meet?” jeonghan is quick to ask when it’s clear that seokmin’s still red and flustered.

you try not to roll your eyes. “we’re working together, so.”

someone kicks you under the table. you wince.

“well,” minghao takes over. “[y/n] and i were partners on a bunch of cases, and we got to know each other.”

you smile. “yep – minghao’s stubborn as a mule, so we had to spend a lot of time backtracking over things.”

“and you were so careless,” minghao coos a little condescendingly. “but that gave us more time to spend together.”

“that’s sweet,” seokmin says, soaking up what he mistakes to be love. “what do you love most about each other?”

there’s a thoughtful silence. you try to think of something, anything, but minghao beats you to it.

he holds your hand on the table, and the sight makes seokmin titter. “[y/n]’s always so determined. she’s careless, and uncouth, and – ow – busy, but when she’s passionate, it’s really admirable.”

you feel your hand start to sweat under his, but neither of you pull away.

looking into minghao’s relaxed, genuine face, you take a deep breath. “minghao’s… he’s always managed to rile me up, i guess.”

minghao laughs. “that all? man, all i do for you, and not a compliment.”

“i’m sorry i love you,” you say in a rush.

it’s pointed, sarcastic and equipped with an eyeroll, but your face starts to heat up.

minghao doesn’t look away. “that’s not my fault.”

“seokminnie loved you!” jeonghan exclaims, sliding towards your desk.

minghao doesn’t look up from his – the both of you’ve been avoiding each other since that lunch.

you fix your gaze on jeonghan’s lovely face. “what do you mean?”

“another date?” jeonghan tugs on your hands. “this thursday.”

minghao is still staring into his computer. “can’t make it.”

you try not to wilt too visibly as you nod. “yeah, we’ve got a stakeout.”

you’re kind of glad that captain choi hasn’t assigned another undercover operation for the both of you. you don’t think you can handle pretending to be minghao’s lover for a second longer. since the last date, your dynamics have been shifting – slow, but certainly – into something strange.

jeonghan frowns, but retreats back to his desk. you heave a sigh of relief, and turn back to your paperwork. minghao’s eyes meet yours. for a split second, you wonder if he’s got something to say. but just as soon as that sentiment pops into your head, he looks back down and you bite back a question. after all, it’s been so long since you’ve had some peace around.

now, you’re able to walk into cabinets or mistakenly staple different documents together without a snide remark. even your frequent bathroom breaks are without crude comments.

(that doesn’t make it any less unsatisfying.)

stakeout is boring.

it’s work, and you know you shouldn’t expect anything fun to come out of work, but still. there’s usually some weird banter or unsolicited advice on how to improve your personality.

the silence is a bit unsettling.

“okay, so,” you say, fingers tapping against your elbow. “so… nice weather tonight, huh.”

minghao grunts in the seat next to yours. what, did that awkward remark about the weather not even deserve a response? you’re a little miffed.

“look, was it something i did?” you ask, glancing out of your window.

minghao doesn’t respond immediately. “…no.”

you don’t really want to look at him, but everything’s suddenly so jumpy and uneasy and heck, you might as well just go for it.

so you turn to face him. “then?”

he shrugs. “nothing.”

“look, this is not ‘nothing’.”

“then what is this?”

“i don’t know! you’re ignoring me, and it’s weird, and-”

“-you always tell me to shut up-”

“-yeah but i can’t do that if you’re already shutted up-”

“‘shutted up’,” he snorts. “what are we, five?”

“then tell me why everything’s been so weird since-” your arms fumble awkwardly around for a gesture. “-since whenever!”

“it’s because,” he starts to say, but deflates quickly. “nothing.”

you’re on the edge of your seat now. “spit it out.”

“just leave it, [y/n],” he says. “look, you want me to go back to insulting you, i can do that.”

“why do you hate me so much?” you ask, and your voice breaks embarrassingly.

he snaps up, eyes wide. “hate you?”

“don’t act innocent,” you scoff. “you’ve been hating me since day one.”

“i don’t hate you.”

“then why are you so mean all the time, and why are you ignoring me now?”

minghao presses his lips in a thin line. “oh god.”

“oh god,” you echo, spiteful and ashamed and ready to lash out. “oh god, now you’re going to-”

“you were the one who called me a desk-job weasel on our first day at work after you closed a case,” he says. “i just assumed we were competitive. that our… friendship, whatever, was built like that.”

you shut your mouth. that much was true – you never were good at controlling your excitement.

“and now it’s just confusing, okay, because,” minghao sighs, “because i want to tell you nice things but we don’t do that.”

you pause, taking it in. “why do you want to tell me nice things?”

minghao’s grip on the steering wheel tightens ever so slightly. “because i mean them.”

“what do you mean?”

a beat. you’re sure he’s going to turn on the radio to drown out this awkward conversation, or suddenly pull a camera out of nowhere to record your stunned look.

“you’re pretty,” he says. “and you’re careless, stubborn, immature, but you’re passionate. and i like those things about you.”

“so…” seokmin’s struggling to wrap his mind around this. “you’ve been undercover the whole time?”

you and minghao exchange a look. “kind of.”

“you were pretending to be a couple then?” seokmin asks.

jeonghan hastily interjects, “but it was undercover, and it was then. now they’re a real couple!”

seokmin narrows his eyes and leans into jeonghan’s space. “are you lying again?”

“no!” jeonghan puts his hands up. “aren’t we on a date?”

the statement makes seokmin flush – he’s still unused to the idea of being courted by the precinct’s hottest officer. he gives jeonghan an embarrassed, happy look, and starts stirring his own hot chocolate. ah, young love.

your own hot chocolate is almost finished, though. “hey, hao.”

“mm?”

“get me a refill?” you say, pushing the cup into his hands. “please? love you.”

he shakes his head. “that’s not my fault.”

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Shatter Me [PART ONE]

Title :: Shatter Me

Fandom :: Seventeen

Genre(s) :: Angst / Some fluff?? / Unrequited love

Member(s) :: Joshua (Hong Jisoo)

“Darling, we’re getting new neighbors.”

As you sat at the kitchen table, you looked up from your homework with a suspicious look in your eyes. Your mother was smiling down at you warmly, though you just knew she had an ulterior motive for suddenly mentioning this. Slowly, you nodded and attempted to go back to working on your Math homework. It was impossibly difficult despite you being in the lowest level a high school student could be in. The subject just really wasn’t your thing.

Your mother was still standing there; you could feel her eyes on you. With a small exhale, you glanced back up at her. “Okay, so what does that mean?” You asked, raising your eyebrows questioningly. Her smile widened, causing a pit of dread to form in your stomach. She couldn’t make you do this. She couldn’t. She knew how much you disliked meeting and talking to new people.

“Well, I invited them over for dinner.” She said happily. Yep. There it was, the big announcement that you had been looking for. She must’ve seen the small frown on your face because she kept going. “Now, now, it’s okay. We both know that you need to get out more—see the world and meet new people!” Your frown deepened.

“I’m happy with the life I live now and the people that I already know.” You said, furrowing your eyebrows at her. She sighed in exasperation, and you felt just a little bit guilty. You knew she was just trying to help, really you did, but you were the definition of an introvert. Talking to and meeting strangers caused you way too much anxiety for it to be pleasant. She just didn’t seem to understand that.

“Come on, Y/N, it won’t be that bad. It’s just dinner.” She said, saying your name sternly. Your shoulders slumped in an obvious sign of defeat. You hated arguing with anyone—especially your mother. She was the only one you had left after your father passed away.

“Yeah okay, Mom. Can I get back to my homework now?” You asked tiredly and she beamed, reaching out to ruffle your hair.

“Of course, dear! And don’t worry, it won’t be so bad.” She said before turning around and disappearing. With a shake of your head, you turned your attention back to the worksheet in front of you.

“Y/N!” When you heard your mother call your name a few hours later, you glanced away from your laptop and towards the door to your room. She would come bursting in any moment now. You just had to count down. Three, two, one…

“Y/N, it’s almost time for them to arrive.” She said excitedly as she flung open the door. Your stomach clenched as you cringed internally. She must’ve seen your reluctance, for her smile faltered. “Are you not excited?” She asked, resembling a confused child. You fought the urge to scoff at her. Of course you weren’t excited! How could you be?

Nevertheless, you forced a smile for her sake. “No, I’m excited.” You didn’t sound very convincing, but it seemed to be enough for her. She grabbed your hand and dragged you off of your bed. You lagged behind unenthusiastically, trying to force down the panic building up slowly but steadily. This was going to be a disaster. You looked just fine on the outside since you had put on one of your better outfits, but you were a wreck inside.

“Love, go set the table, would you?” She requested, and you nodded numbly, departing for the dining room. Just as you were finishing up with your task, the doorbell rang. You just about threw up from nervousness at the sound. A moment later, you heard footsteps and the sound of voices conversing. The urge to run back to your room was overwhelming, but you squashed it for your mother’s sake.

Pretending to be busy, you messed with the positioning of the silverware on the table. Maybe if you kept yourself occupied, they wouldn’t bother you. Unfortunately, that hope was squashed when your mother and the new neighbors entered the room. You resolutely kept your head down, staring at the table, until you heard your name being called.

“Y/N, these are our new neighbors!” Slowly, you raised your gaze upwards only to have it immediately land on a boy looking to be about your age. Your mouth dropped open to form a small “o” shape. Blinking rapidly, you tried to convince yourself that the person in front of you was just a hallucination. He couldn’t be real.

He was gorgeous. His dark brown hair didn’t look like it had been styled, and yet it fell perfectly. His eyes were a beautiful shade of mocha, not to mention how expressive they were. It looked like he was smiling with his eyes. And then there was the way his lips curled upwards without him even seeming to notice. Everything about him screamed “flawless” to you.

Your mother clearing her throat jarred you back to your senses, causing your eyes to snap over to her. She looked beyond amused, and so did to man and woman next to her. Oh, right. Introductions. “Um, sorry, I’m Y/N. It’s, uh, nice to meet you.” You stumbled over your words, feeling your cheeks heat up in embarrassment. This always happened.

The two adults beside your mother introduced themselves, smiling all the while. Once they were done, you reluctantly looked back to the boy. He was staring right at you. Had he been doing that the whole time?

“I’m Hong Jisoo. Your mother tells me that we’re in the same grade, so we’ll probably see each other a lot.” His smile widened, and your stomach flipped. Despite it being near impossible, you attempted at a smile, which only served to further embarrass you.

“Okay, so now that introductions are over, you all can take a seat and I’ll go get dinner!” Your mom said, shattering the uncomfortable feeling in the air, as she bustled into the kitchen. Biting down on the inside of your cheek, you pulled out a chair for yourself and sunk down into it. The table was small, just big enough for five people to sit at, so it wasn’t a surprise when you sensed someone sit down next to you.

“I didn’t get to tell you that it’s nice to meet you.” You heard a gentle voice address you. You debated keeping your head down, but decided that doing so would be too rude. You tilted your head back to look up at him. You hadn’t realized just how tall he was. He must’ve had good five or six inches on you.

“R-Right, yeah.” You stuttered, wincing as you did so. If he noticed, he didn’t act like it or make a comment. You took a deep breath and blundered on. “It’s nice to meet you too. You know, I didn’t expect our new neighbors to have someone in my grade.” What did that have to do with anything? Damn, you were babbling again. This couldn’t end well. “If you want, I can show you around the school.” What? No! No, why did you say that?

Panic threatened to overwhelm you, only for it to be soothed by his kind smile. He sure did smile a lot, didn’t he? It—It was kind of cute. “I’d really like that. Thank you, Y/N.” He said warmly. This time when you smiled, it was genuine and actually didn’t hurt.

You two ended up talking through the whole dinner and, weirdly enough, you were somewhat saddened to see him go.

It turns out that you didn’t need to show Jisoo around the school. There were tons of girls that were willing to do it themselves. In fact, they were all but fighting over who got the chance to do it. When he politely turned them down and told them that you were going to show him around, you received the dirtiest looks you had ever seen. You kind of wished that he would’ve just let one of the other girls take over.

“So, this is the cafeteria. We’re not required to eat in here, but most people do. We can actually eat outside if we want to.” You motioned towards the double doors of the lunch room. “But I don’t really like doing either of those.”

He sent you a curious look, tilting his head to the side slightly. “So where do you go?” He questioned, and you had a brief debate with yourself. Telling him would mean revealing your sacred place created specifically for alone time. On the other hand, you felt that you could share this with him.

“The roof.” You responded, pointing upwards towards the top of the school. His eyes lit up.

“We can go up there?” He asked, and you shook your head.

“Well, not really.” You responded. Confusion flitted across his face, so you elaborated. “It’s just that I’m sort of friends with the janitor, and he lets me go pretty much anywhere within the school.” You explained, hoping that he wouldn’t find it weird that you were friends with the janitor of the school. It wasn’t as if you had many friends anyways.

“Can we go up there for lunch then?” He asked, still smiling down at you. You swore your heart skipped a beat as you nodded slowly. “Great! I’ll look forward to it, Y/N.” He said happily. You were caught between being happy that he was happy and berating yourself for agreeing to share your special place with him.

As the bell rang, signaling the five minute period before homeroom started, he lifted a hand and waved. “I better get to class.” He said jerking his thumb over his shoulder.

“Ah, right. Do you remember where it is? Do you need me to show you again?” You didn’t mean to, but you found yourself offering to walk him to homeroom. He merely chuckled and waved a dismissive hand around.

“I’m not that forgetful, don’t worry.” He said, obviously amused. You found yourself returning his smile and waving back as he turned and walked down the hall. Before you knew it, the final bell was ringing and you were jolted out of your reverie. Muttering a quiet “damn” under your breath, you hurried down the hall in the opposite direction.

“It’s really nice up here.” Jisoo commented as he leaned back on his hands. His head was tilted back and his eyes were closed, giving you the chance to stare once more. That was something you couldn’t seem to stop doing. He looked like an angel.

“Is there any particular reason why you’re staring at me, Y/N?” He cracked open one eye as his lips twisted into a smirk. You immediately averted your eyes and looked up at the blue sky above.

“No, I was just zoning out.” You said a bit too quickly for it to be believable. You heard him snort quietly beside you as things fell quiet once more. Finally, you decided to break the silence. “What was Seoul like?” You asked curiously, angling your head slightly in his direction. You watched his eyes flutter open in surprise. It took him a moment to respond.

“Pretty great. I was in a band with this huge group of guys.” He told you, and your eyes widened. Seeing your expression, he laughed lightly. “We were all really great friends. I thought we were going to make it big until my father told me and my mother that we were leaving for Los Angeles.” He sounded wistful as he spoke. A pang of sympathy shot through you as you nodded understandingly.

“It’s okay, though, I’ll get used to everything soon enough.” He shrugged in a carefree manner, but you could tell that he missed his life in Seoul.

“It’s okay to be homesick, Jisoo.” You murmured, smiling kindly at him. He stared, somewhat startled, at you. “Anyone would feel that way in your position.” There was a pause before you spoke again. “And I think it’s pretty cool that you were in a band. What did you do?” You asked, interested in hearing about his life in a different country.

“I was a vocal in the band, mostly.” He told you, “Though I can play the guitar too.” He said it as if it wasn’t a big deal, but it was amazing to you.

“Really? That’s so cool!” Your eyes gained a sharper, more intrigued quality to them. Before you knew it, the two of you were speaking freely with each other for the rest of the lunch period, barely even touching your food.

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