#I HAVE NEVER YELLED SO LOUDLY. I'M STILL GIDDY.

[yeyinde]

omg if you could, would you please write literally anything about soap?? If not then would you possibly write some jealous ghost? (,,: maybe the reader and Soap are really close and fuck around together and ghost just watches from a distance until it's taken a little too far and he does something drastic ? Reader and Soap are goofing around and end up in a compromising position and ghost just yanks them apart and at first they're like "that was so unprofessional I'm in trouble oh no" but it turns out ghost was just enraged with jealousy lmaoo

i absolutely write for Soap (and Price, and Alejandro, and Gaz, and "Alex"... honestly, all these COD boys got me simpin something fierce). 

i'm so sorry this took so long—i had a lot of ideas about Soap, but i mostly wanted two pining idiots in a pub! i tried to add elements of the Ghost request as well (messing around, blink and you'll miss it Ghost jealousy), but i really just enjoyed that almost comfortably claustrophobic feeling you get when you're with someone who ensnares your full attention until everything just completely goes away. that "oh, are we still in public?" dazed feeling.

i really hope you enjoy this! 🖤

tw: none, mostly just fluff and banter; gratuitous use of Scottish slang

Ghost’s Version

He slides you a glass filled with amber, eyes dancing in the low, golden glow of the pub. Fairy lights. They catch on the green in his irises; a boscage in hazel. 

There is something warm in the air—the taste of victory, of scotch (Price insists, buys two bottles, and offers up Maduro cigars to anyone who looks at him)—and you cling to it, wrapping your hands around this feeling, and tucking it close to your thudding heart. It's comforting. 

Everyone is together again. Price knocking his hand against Gaz's shoulder, loudly telling anyone who'll listen about the time the kid was hangin' out a helo. Fuckin' nutter. Laswell nursing a glass, pad in her hands. Ghost beside her, eyes drawn to the names of men you'll eventually have to go after flashing in his dark eyes. 

Gaz shoots you a glance. Help me, it says. 

Your return smile, a wave. No way. 

If you get close to Price now, you'll never get loose. You'll end up walking away with the taste of a battle on your tongue, scotch in your belly, and cigar smoke clotting inside your lungs. He always leaves you feeling dazed, whiplash sick. 

It's best to avoid your captain when his voice is a raw scrape, a wheeze, after yelling in the trenches for so long. 

It might, of course, be said bottles of scotch that permeate inside of you; a low heat in your belly. You feel giddy with it. 

"A'right, bonnie?" His voice is a thick fog in the morning. A blanket of white over the pastures. Sun peeking through. 

"Aye," you murmur, riding a very thin line between that confidence only being a shade away from drunk can bring, and coy—coquettish. Teasing. It's been like this all night. 

(Maybe even longer—ever since he knocked his knuckles to your shoulder, bottom lip between his teeth to stem a grin, and said, not bad for a bonnie lass.)

Soap's hand jerks. The glass scratches across the tabletop. 

"Oh, aye?" He thickens his accent, lets the twang of the highlands congeal in the space between you. 

"That's it, bonnie."

He's close—leather, plastic; he smells of polymer and oak—and the flecks of caramel in his eyes remind you of the sun. So close, you can feel the rays scorch your cheeks when he leans in, when his white teeth flash, blinding, in your periphery. 

"That right?" 

"We'll make a Scot out of you, yet." 

It happens in between everything. 

A break in the clouds between rainfall—turadh. 

That's how most things happen with Soap, you find. Small moments here or there; little snippets. They stack up slowly, a steadily filling dam until the levee begins to crack, and crumble. 

It spills over; a splash. A lull.

He's meant to be teaching you cuss words that you can hurtle at your enemies, or a secret language meant for the two of you if you'd ever gotten into a tight spot together. Maybe, even a way to annoy your Lieutenant. It's slipped in somehow—between it’s a dreich day and whit’s fur ye’ll no go by ye! —and sits heavy in your chest.

Turadh. 

(Is there even a word out there more beautiful?)

His chin is pointed up toward the arching ceiling when he mutters it softly, a ghost, perhaps, from his childhood. It slips out like it wasn't meant to. Like it was lost somewhere in his mind, his memories, and slowly buoyed the surface, captured between trembling hands. A forgotten piece of home dipped in the evanescence of nostalgia. 

It feels like the end of a storm when his eyes drift to you. A crooked smile pulls at the corners of his mouth. 

"Heard it from me granny," he says, shrugging, bashful. "Heard a lot more than that, too. Cussed like a sailor." 

He says nothing more. His past, like most of the men whose company you keep, is a secret. Held tight to the chest under a thick bulletproof vest. Untouchable. Unreachable. 

Your fingers itch all the same.

"She definitely raised you well."

"Is that an insult?"

You flash a light smile his way. "If I wanted to insult you, I'd call your haircut naff."

"Cheeky little—," Soap huffs. "No one appreciates the mohawk anymore." 

"Did they ever?" 

He leans down, eyes honeycomb golden in the gloaming, and smells of alder and wych elm. "I happen to think so." 

The fissure splits. Water leaks. You wonder if he'd taste of the highlands. 

"You happen to think a lot of things," tremulous words, barely above a whisper, slip from the seam of your wobbling lips. "Doesn't mean any of them are right." 

"We'll see, bonnie." He motions for you to take your drink. "I'm sure you'll find I'm always right."

"Is the clause in that always ironclad?"

"Aye, and you best know it, lass."

Another word is learned— fadachd —when he smiles at you; a soft crook of his lips, shadows catching on the jut of his mouth. His eyes are warm honey; molasses. If you stare too long, you think you might just get stuck. 

A shudder, then, rolls through you. 

(You've had worse ideas, really.)

"You're not teaching me the good stuff," you pout, thumb brushing over the curve of the cup, dragging through the impression of your mouth left on the rim. 

"I'm not much of a teacher," he shrugs, bringing his glass to his lips. 

Your throat is dry. Eyes locked on the way his Adam's apple buoys with his swallows; on the smooth column of his neck, on the stubble that falls beneath his chin, jaws. 

You can't look away quick enough when he turns to you. His eyes burn into yours. The glass clinks against the table. 

"What do you want to learn?"

"Everything—," you choke, fingers curling over the cup. "I—I mean… what are some, y'know, stuff I can use on a date."

His voice is thick, raw from the alcohol he drank. "A date?" 

You nod. The glass is cool against your palm. You bring it to your lips, and let the sharp liquid sit on your tongue. 

"With who?" 

You mimic his shrug, swallowing. His eyes are on you. You try not to tremble. 

"Anyone. Just—," your voice is a rasp; a shade under a whisper. 

You take another swig—liquid courage—and try not to grimace. The alcohol burns through you. 

(His eyes are suns. Dizzying. Blinding.)

When you turn to him, you flash a slow grin; eyes lidded. Teasing. Kittenish. You feel a little bit like an imposter. "How do I get myself a Scottish man?" 

You can see him swallow. Hear the click in his throat. 

Beside his sternum, you watch his vein tick. Wonder, dazed, what it would be like to sink your teeth into his skin. To mark him as yours for the world to see. 

Soap— Johnny —MacTavish: all yours. 

You shiver. 

"A Scottish man, aye?"

"Well, if you teach me right, I'll know how to seduce one."

His elbow rests on the tacky tabletop, knuckles pressed into his chin. He leans over you until all you can see is him. 

"And if I teach you wrong?"

In the triangle of his arm and jaw, you find Ghost in the corner—sitting beside Price and Laswell (you wonder, for a moment, if any of them ever really stop) as they pour over documents—and tip your chin toward him. 

"I might end up with an Englishman."

Soap raises his head, peering over his shoulder. He pauses for a moment, eyes darting between his Captain and Lieutenant.

It's satisfying to hear him huff through his nose. A heavy exhale. You wonder if he's jealous. 

It makes you think of Madrid. Of that stunning woman draped in Chantilly. 

Aye, lass. It was a pleasure to meet you. 

You turn to your glass, mulling over what he might say in response, your comeback, but his grip on the glass catches your eye. 

His knuckles are white. Nails red, flat against the surface. 

"Soap—"

He turns back to you. The tight grip around the glass eases. 

When he smiles, it feels like a cloud cover, hiding away the blaze. "Lt? Might be good for him."

"Yeah…" you murmur, words quiet in your slurred panic. You don't know how to salvage this. The teasing, the banter—it was bordering on flirting, and now—

Distance. 

He's just Soap. And you're just you. 

(Aye, lass—)

It stings. Prickles between your ribs and your heart, and the ache of it makes the alcohol in your gut churn. 

"I doubt he'd go for it." 

"What? He's been keekin' you all night." There is a divot between his brow. When he turns his head, the fairy lights behind make his stubble look darker. "Yer aff yer heid!"

You blink, a small smile growing. "D'unno that one, yet, professor."

"It means: you're talking rubbish. He can't stop lookin' at you." 

He enunciates the words for you, even adapts a spiteful English accent to go with it, but it's the burn in his gaze that makes you feel like you're floating. Bubbly and light and reaching for the stratosphere. 

You don't want to lose this.

(The ever in that is ironclad.)

"How do you say I'm drunk?"

Soap shakes his head, tension dissipating. It's a relief when humour cuts into his grin. "Too many ways to count, lass."

"C'mon," you slide forward on the barstool, elbows perched on the table, palms cupping your warm cheeks. They feel blistered, sunkissed. "Just one? It'll even be the chef's choice."

"Oh, aye?" He mimics your pose, leaving only one hand to grasp the glass between his palm. He rolls it between his thumb and fingers for a moment, eyes downcast as he thinks. "Yer mad wae' it." 

You roll the words around your tongue. "Mad with it?"

"Aye." 

"I like it."

"Are you?" 

"Am I…?"

"Mad wae it?" 

"Just a little…"

Soap levels you with a look that knocks the wind from your lungs. "You're blootered, bonnie."

"Awa' an bile yer heid!"

Something sits in his brow at the sharp words that spill, unpractised, from your lips. A rumble in the distance warning of approaching rain. 

You think the deluge might drown you. 

"Careful, bonnie," his breath smells of scotch. Tastes like a sunburn. "You might just bite off more than you can chew."

The burn of the alcohol does little to abate the itch in your throat. 

"Bonnie," you murmur, numb. You can't hear much past the thudding in your chest. "Why'd you call me bonnie?"

(Aye, lass—

Bonnie. Bonnie. Bonnie—)

His head drops when he huffs, a soft laugh spilling—almost reluctantly—from his chest. He stays like that for a moment, head bowed and the corner of his mouth twitching. When he raises his head, his cheeks are stained rubescent. 

The alcohol, you think, dizzy. The world spins, and then narrows into a pin-drop where only the ruby smear on the bridge of his nose exists. 

"'Am no diddy, but—"

"Sergeant." 

There is a misty cloud surrounding you; a gossamer spooling over your eyes. You blink the cobwebs away, but they're stuck to your retinas. 

Ghost stands shrouded in the smog. His dark eyes slide to you. Endless black. Unfathomable. 

"Soldier." 

The command is clear. Stop muckin' about.

His voice is a warble when he speaks. Gruff, low. "Lt, comin' to learn some Scottish, too?" 

"Negative." He says, clipped. Then: "can barely understand these pissed Glaswegians as it is." 

"It's a lovely accent," you murmur, grinning. Stupid, dopey. It feels like waking up after a long nap on the beach. 

His eyes are liquid pools of black when they slide to you. "Bloody hell. Must have knocked your head one too many times if you think that's lovely."

"It was more of a smack." 

"Christ. With a rifle?"

You like it when he's loose like this. Relaxed. When he isn't barking out commands, and orders, and keeping a chasm between everyone. 

"No, with a hand." 

"Better see the medic. Don't need you suffering any more brain damage."

It's on the tip of your tongue— aw, you do care —but his words stick to the gummy lining of your scotch-filled head. Any more. 

You pout. "You're a stone-cold bastard, you know that?" 

Somewhere under the mask, you like to imagine that he's grinning. "Never said I wasn't." 

"What do you need, Lt?" 

Liquid eyes slide to him. "We're heading out. You stayin', MacTavish?"

He nods, sharp. "Aye. Might wander around Glasgow for a 'mo."

"And you, soldier?"

Ghost stares down at you. Soap's words surface—keekin' you all night—but you see nothing when you match his stare. When the heavy brunt of his full attention falls on you. 

Soap glances at you, eyes a half-sun. Your hands prickle. You wonder if wandering around might include a trip to the Cairngorms. 

(You imagine you could reach up and kiss the sun. 

Maybe, him, too, if he'd allow it.)

"I—," you tilt your head, nervous suddenly. "I'd like to learn more Scottish. If you wouldn't mind the company." 

"Aye, bonnie." There is victory in his grin. 

Ghost gives a sharp nod, and doesn't wait. 

You watch him leave, suddenly tense. Soap hasn't looked away from you yet. It simmers inside; another fissure. Another crack. The levee wobbles. 

"So…," he says, his voice a tickle in your ear. "About wantin' to seduce a Scot…"

"Not just any Scot," you murmur, eyes low. Framed by the hazy fairy lights, his grin feels like the sun cresting through a storm cloud. 

"Got my heart flichterin‘," he mutters. His hand is warm when it touches your wrist. "Wanna feel, bonnie? Feel what you do to me, hen?"

It feels like you're underwater when you nod. Like you've been dragged below the surface, then spat back up on the sandy shores, drenched in the rays. 

The heat kisses your palm when he presses it flat to his chest. His pulse hums under your lifeline; the grand wings of a bird fluttering in his ribcage. Your nails sink into his shirt, curling over the fabric until it's knotted in your fist. You could hold on to him forever. 

His eyes feel like a dawning sun when they land on you, wrapped in that equinox between day and dusk when you can still bask in the warmth that curtains over you. Liquid honey. Melted wax. It seeps over you, filling the cracks. 

(You, the earth; him, the sun: a perfect perihelion. You bloom under his cosmic heat.)

When you were younger, you'd stand on the hills, and gaze up at it in the aether. Your eyes narrowed into slits, watering from the blaze. The smile on your face was warmed under the rays. 

They warned you, then, when you'd come home with a headache, rubbing your tender eyes, that you'd go blind for it. That the sun would ruin you, that it wasn't meant to be stared at so nakedly. 

You think of it, now, when your eyes begin to crease. When the blistering intensity of him—luminous, bright, blinding –stares, open and raw, back at you. 

—you fucked in the upper car park at the Cairngorms, nestled near the base of a hill. he took you under the setting sun, and whispered how pretty you looked bathed in ochre and desperate for him

—it was Price who bailed you both out after getting slapped with public indecency ("haven't you two ever heard of doggin'?")

—he takes you to a football game for a proper date, your well-won Scottish man, but spanks your ass at home when you cheer for ManU over the Celtics; it's blasphemy in this household

—Gaz doesn't even want to know why you're barely able to sit in the chair, and why Soap looks so damn satisfied whenever you wince

(you tell him, anyway.)

translations (forgot these, oops)

—turadh: A break in the clouds between showers | dry spell

—it’s a dreich day: miserable day

—whit’s fur ye’ll no go by ye: what’s meant to happen will happen, or what will be will be

—naff: boring, rubish

—fadachd: yearning, longing

—keek: looking

—yer aff yer heid: acting stupid, someone that's too drunk or talking nonsense

—blootered: drunk

—diddy: coward

—flichterin‘: soft fluttering, as in the wings of a butterfly, or the flame of a candle.

—bonnie: used by older gens; used to describe someone pretty or attractive (is actually gender neutral - could be bonnie lass or bonnie lad)

—hen: used for a younger lady (can also be patronising) but kind of like sweetheart or honey)

#requests #john soap mactavish #john soap mactavish x reader #soap x reader #soap x you #john mactavish x reader #john MacTavish x you #john mactavish #call of duty modern warfare #cod #cod mw2 #cod fanfic #soap call of duty

[samijami]

The funniest shit happened and it made me giddy with the attitude of 'wtf did you think this was going to accomplish, it's so fuckin funny'

So last period today I was doing some geometry assignment thingy and a girlie got up and knelt beside me and said 'Are you dating Blaze?' so i nodded and she said 'well KJ just saw him in the bathroom making out with another girl', and so i get confused. People around me, especially the cis boys, start saying 'Blaze is cheating!' and shit. I tell my friend who is sitting next to me and she calls KJ over, she still swears she saw it. She even said 'I swear on my disabled brother's heart'.

She said I can go to the bathroom and catch them since it was recent, so I humoured her and checked. I came back in the room, about fucking done with this shit that i wasn't even hiding the drama from the public cuz I was pissed. I come back in and while walking back, I look at her and say 'there ain't nobody in there, bullshit'

She said earlier that 'oh well that's why he ain't in the room' but the thing is, HE WAS IN THE IEP CLASSROOM LMFAO???

She said again, that she swears on her disabled brother's heart. I start to mock her saying that with a stupid voice when explaining the situation to my friend who was tryna make sense of it. KJ looks directly at me and says 'i swear! If I had my phone on me, I would've filmed it!'

The teacher asks what is going on, then if I was ok, I just say 'oh they're tryna tell me my boyfriend is cheating on me', and the teacher immediately says 'so people are trying to mess with Sami'-

And I was LAUGHING by the end of class. I had half a mind to cuss that bitch out.

My boyfriend can't even look at me in the face without blushing like a tomato, and nobody else is into him (sorry to say), and the only person he's into is me.

My friend even looked over and said 'He dated me at one point, briefly, and he still talks to me but I don't see him making any moves-'

And I was like 'yeah, I do not see that in a million years. He wouldn't ever make any moves on anybody else but me, he was even so reluctant to make a move on me to begin with- that boy is the most timid, and the most sweetest guy ever. I do not see him ever doing that, it's not in his personality whatsoever-'

I ended up just being firm and telling KJ, a little loudly cuz i wanted to yell, 'I. Do. Not. Believe. You.'

When I got out of class, Blaze walked from the IEP classroom to my locker to say bye to me like usual, and i immediately told him what happened in the middle of what was my 'laughter-attack' (at how fucking ridiculous this situation was and how dumb people had to be to think that would hold up for a split second), and he was flabbergasted. He laughed abit and said 'that's funny cuz I ain't even been in the restroom for these last 3 periods, and I don't like those nasty ass school bathrooms' (I also know he doesn't like them cuz he has to use the girl's).

Then he said 'if I was kissing anything, it would be my fucking arm' and he even made a little gesture like kissing his arm and it was fucking hilarious-

He kept talking until we got outside and stopped on the sidewalk for a second, eventually he said 'I'd better get going before I get pissed off and hit someone' and we said bye and left

So, today I'm no longer friends with KJ, and i'm never talking to her or acknowledging her. I will also be telling the principal of every class she's been skipping for the last week, and how she flipped him off through the band room door, and how she put pads and tampons on the top of the stall doors for them to fall on anybody who went into the stall! :3

I have nobody to talk to in guitar class anymore, but she only talked to me in that class for like two days, then did this shit. So I'm fine with that, I can play guitar alone like I have been all year. Also, I'd be fucking kidding myself I let her sit next to me again, nope!

Thing is, I also told Blaze that it was KJ who started it, and we all know how she acts (i just tolerate her cuz she has some anger issues and she's fun to talk to sometimes, ontop of that, she's friends with one of my other friends). And he immediately said 'of-fucking-course it was KJ!'

Fucking called for, knew this shit was gonna happen. People are fucking stupid ass motherfuckers. Never again. We've only dated SIX DAYS. Like WHAT THE FUCK.

But you know what, this just makes me happy. People CARE THAT MUCH about my dumbass self's relationship, that their sad little asses need to try and ruin it. That is so funny, that is so sad for them but funny for me.

Lonely novice assholes

#tw caps #tw rant #tw romance #tw cursing

[moonlight-alphafemale]

Papers

Omega!Chojuro + Omega!Kagura

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I just watched Kagura die before my eyes and my depression is getting worse and I just...

This is helping a bit...

@kaguwas I know I'm tagging you a lot but... I thought you'll love this✨

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“YAH-” Kagura yelled as he lunged at Chojuro. Their wooden blades clashed loudly together. Kagura dropped down, swiping Chojuro's legs out from under him.

Chojuro yelped and fell on his back, before he could get back to his feet, Kagura already had his sword pointed at Chojuro's throat.

“Gotcha papa∼” Kagura giggled, lightly tapping Chojuro on the forehead with his blade. Chojuro laughed, getting up from the watery floor.

“You did good...” Chojuro giggled, wrapping his arm around Kagura in a gentle side hug. Kagura chirped, giving a very big smile.

Pic by @timethehobo ✨

“I've gotten stronger better!” Kagura chirped, Chojuro giggled walking Kagura back inside the building.

“Let's go to my office for a bit...” Chojuro muttered, Kagura nodded and walked beside his mentor up to his office. Chojuro sat down at his desk and began searching through some papers while Kagura stood closely beside Chojuro.

“Where is it...” Chojuro muttered quietly while Kagura looked out the window, watching a bird in a tree feeding it's chicks.

'Oh to have loving parents...' Kagura wondered. Would his parents be kind people? He didn't knows them and never once saw them. Where they still even alive...?

The thought made Kagura unconsciously start whining. Chojuro looked up at the younger omega as he cried quietly.

“What's wrong...?” Chojuro asked, setting down the stack of papers in his hands. Kagura jerked and looked back.

“Nothing... I'm fine...” Kagura signed, wiping a stray tear from his eye.

“You're not fine...” Chojuro muttered, rubbing Kagura's arm gently. Kagura only sighed.

“Really... It's nothing...” Kagura insisted, hugging himself and looking back out the window.

“...Ok...” Chojuro muttered, dropping the subject and went back to looking through his papers. “Good, Y/N already signed it...”

“Kagura, I need you to sign something.” Chojuro spoke calmly but sweetly to Kagura. Kagura looked back and came closer to Chojuro's desk.

“I'll let you decide if you want to sign it or not...” Chojuro said, resting his elbows on the desk and resting his chin on the backs of his hands.

Kagura carefully read through the papers, his eyes slowly filling up with tears as he read. Kagura had to stop reading and look away so he wouldn't get the papers wet with his tears.

“You... And your mate... You guys wanna adopt me...?” Kagura whimpered, his words barely even distinguishable. Chojuro nodded softly, showing off his shark teeth as he smiled.

“YES!!” Kagura yelled as he burst into tears, jumping into Chojuro's arms as he sobbed loudly. Chojuro hugged Kagura in a tight hug, purring quietly.

“Thank you! Thank you!!” Kagura cried. He didn't know what to do. His mentor was adopting him!

“Just sign here...” Chojuro muttered, handing Kagura the pen. Kagura quickly signed the paper and hugged his papa again.

“My little Kagura...” Chojuro purred, rubbing Kagura's back gently. Kagura also purred softly, hugging his father.

“Come on... Let's go turn this in so it's official...!” Chojuro giggled, Kagura got all giddy as Chojuro grabbed the papers and walked with Kagura out of the papers office.

#kagura karatachi #kagura #kagura boruto #chojuro #omegaverse #whiskers #alpha beta omega #a/b/o #alpha beta omega dynamics #whiskers yelling #my writing #omegamale #naruto

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Groceries (Might Guy x Reader)

MASTERLIST

Pairing: Might Guy x Reader

Word Count: 2723

Warnings: very minor angst, food mentions (TW for EDs)

A/N: Hope you enjoy! I've been so thirsty for Naruto characters recently it's not even funny

Also, this was originally two parts but I've combined them into one so let me know if the transition doesn't work!

Growing up in Konoha you always felt safe. You knew there were experienced shinobi there to protect you. As a little girl, you would see them walk down the streets and watch in awe as they passed by you.

Despite everything you had seen in terms of violence, you still felt safe in the Leaf Village. There had been some tense battles, but the leaf shinobi always prevailed.

It was a day more peaceful than most as you made your way down to the store. You only needed a few things, but with the nice weather you decided to take advantage of the day instead of waiting for the grocery list to get longer.

Smiling, you walked into the store to the tune of children laughing and birds chirping. It was like you were in a movie.

You made your way down the aisles, picking up the items you needed as you went. Milk, eggs, noodles, and more went into the small cart in your hands as you browsed. Lost in your own world, you didn't see the other cart as it came around the corner at the same time as your own.

The carts crashed into each other, you and the other person with them. It almost winded you, both from surprise and the force of falling into the cart.

"I am so sorry!" You explained, looking up to the man you found in front of you. Luckily, neither of your groceries seemed to have sustained much damage. You found yourself surprised to be met with the most gorgeous dark eyes you had ever seen.

"It's no problem!" Said the man, flashing you a confident smile with a thumbs up. "No damage done."

You felt a hot flush rise to your face, but thankfully the man didn't seem to notice.

"Thank you," you said in a fluster. You weren't sure what you were even thanking him for, not yelling at you? It was then that you took notice of his outfit, especially the band around his waist. "Are you a shinobi?"

The smile stayed ever-present on his face.

"Yes I am! A jonin of the Hidden Leaf Village!"

If you had just half the enthusiasm of this man, you think you would be running on empty in less than five minutes. Hearing he was a jonin, you were impressed.

"Well, thank you for all that you do," you offered, moving to continue your shopping.

Although your interaction was brief, you couldn't stop thinking about it as days passed. Something about his eyes, and his confidence, drew you into him. You tried to brush it off, seeing as it was such a simple interaction, but it was impossible. Even trying to tell yourself that he didn't remember you wouldn't work; there was still a part of your brain that would never quiet down.

You had never minded being a civilian in Konoha. Sure, when you were younger you had thought about being a konoichi, but those were just the thoughts of a child. You never pursued it. You were happy with your career, teaching young children in subjects other than jutsu.

Despite your happiness, you began to wish that you had gone to the academy. Then you would have been able to find the man who was plaguing your thoughts. Even after that, you might have been a real option for him. You knew shinobi tended to mostly be interested in other shinobi.

You didn't know why it upset you so much. You didn't even know the man's name, and yet you were sad that you might not be his type. Feeling a bit pathetic, you found yourself in need of another grocery run. Trying to ignore the thought that you might see him again, you made your way to the store.

Sadly, at least for that persistent, gremlin part of your brain, the trip was rather uneventful. At least, until you found yourself in front of the produce.

You were trying to eat healthier, but it was hard. It wasn't that you didn't like your body, you just wanted to feel better in your own skin. As you stood there pondering, a male voice scared you from your thoughts.

"Excuse me."

You turned, disappointed to see a man with silver spikes instead of the dark bowl cut you had hoped for. You mumbled a sorry, stepping out of his way.

"Careful Kakashi," boomed another voice, "I'd keep your distance from that woman's cart if I were you."

Now that is the voice you had been hoping for.

As you turned, the tall man immediately caught your eye. You blushed at his words, remembering your initial encounter. The other man, Kakashi, looked at you with confusion. He grabbed what he needed before walking away, leaving you and the other man alone.

"So what brings you back here?" He asked. Normally you would have thought of this as awkward conversation, but your heart leapt at the opportunity to talk to him again.

You sighed, "I'm trying to decide what I want. I wanted something healthy but I didn't want to just start grabbing vegetables."

"Then you're in luck," he grinned, "I'm somewhat of an expert. Try some blueberries, they're a superfood." He grabbed a package, placing them in his own cart. "They're on me today."

You tried to protest, but he wasn't having any of it. You made your way through checkout, paying the rest of your items before meeting back up with the man.

"Thank you," you told him, looking back up at his deep eyes. Pausing for a moment, you realized something. "I don't even know your name! How could I thank you for buying these before me without even learning your name?"

The man chuckled, extending his hand out to you.

"The name's Guy," he said loudly, shaking your hand. "Would it be crazy to ask for your name in return?"

You blushed as you grabbed his hand, his grip firm yet his hands soft.

"Y/n," you told him. He smiled.

"That's a beautiful name." His words did nothing to help calm the blush on your face. You were sure he knew exactly what he was doing to you based on the color of your cheeks alone. Suddenly Guy grew rather sheepish. "I know how this is going to sound, but would you want to come by my place sometime?"

Your eyes widened. After all this time wondering what this man was really like, he was just the type to invite you into bed with him immediately? Admittedly part of you was curious, but you weren't stupid.

"Excuse me?"

Now it was his turn to blush.

"Well I know how that sounds," Guy said quickly, trying to get his words out faster than he could think. "But I just meant to make you dinner. I could show you how to cook some vegetables so that they aren't all that bad."

Immediately you felt bad for assuming the worst, offering him a small smile.

"I would like that."

He smiled back at you. Guy gave you his address as the two of you decided on a time before parting ways. You couldn't help the giddy grin that covered your face as you walked home. Your date couldn't come fast enough.

---

In the days leading up to your date with Guy, it was all you could think about. You told yourself that was fine, since you were obsessing over him already. At least now you had a reason to.

The day was finally here, and as the hours ticked away you found yourself growing more nervous. Deciding what to wear was a challenge in itself. Did you want to try to dress up nicer, or would that be too much? Yet at the same time you worried dressing too casual would give him the idea that you weren't as interested as you were.

You tried on just about everything you owned, settling for a dress that made you feel pretty. It was fancy enough to make you feel like you were trying, but still casual enough that you would be comfortable.

You looked at the clock, seeing that you still had ample time before you needed to leave. Sitting down, your mind wandered. What would tonight be like?

in your mind you ran through a myriad of scenarios. If you didn't like the food he cooked, you would have to just stomach it and hope for the best. Based on what he told you at the store though, it seemed like he would know what he was doing. Still, you worried that something would go wrong.

Above all, there was a bigger question ringing out in your mind. Would he try to kiss you? And, would you want him to?

The seconds turned to minutes as you pondered, the minutes turning into hours until it was time to go. You collected your things, making sure to grab any and all essentials before you left. You had already told your friends who you would be with, going as far as to give them the address should anything go wrong. Guy seemed like such a nice guy, but you could never be too careful.

Locking the door to your apartment behind you, you set off. It was early in the evening, and the sun was just beginning to set in the sky. You were thankful you wouldn't have to walk in the dark. You knew there were plenty of shinobi around, hell, you were even meeting one right now. But even then you felt uncomfortable walking home alone at night, surrounded by darkness.

It was a shorter walk than you anticipated, and before you knew it you were at his place. Taking a deep breath, you reached up to knock on his door. It seemed like a nice enough part of town, and his place itself was well-kept especially considering how much time you were sure he spent on training.

You heard Guy's loud steps make their way to the doorway, pausing on the other side before the door swung open. His usual confident smile was on his face, but instead of moving his mouth into words he just looked at you. You felt yourself growing red under his gaze.

"Hello Guy," you said softly, looking up at him.

-

Guy had been making the same amount of preparations as you, if not even more. He planned the meal out carefully, even practicing it the night before to make sure it went well. He had spent more time than usual perfecting his hair, making sure not a single strand would be out of place. He had even thought of exactly what he wanted to say when he opened the door.

Hello Y/n, he would say as he smiled at you. You look more beautiful every time I see you.

Sure, it was more forward than he had been with you before. This was a date after all, and he wanted to make how he felt about you clear from the start.

That plan went right out the window when he saw you, your sundress captivating him. It looked so cute on you, and at the same time there was something about it that sent a wave of tingles between his legs. To put it simply, he was speechless.

He knew he should say something but he couldn't, enraptured by the way you looked in his doorway.

"Hello Guy," you said to him. That sweet voice of yours would drive him crazy someday, and he knew that. He loved hearing his name fall from your lips, hoping it would be far from the last time. Everything about you made him fall for you more.

Despite his thoughts about your voice, your words were enough to stir him to action himself.

"Hey," he said.

Really Guy? He thought to himself. You're the Blue Beast, a strong shinobi. And yet all you can say to a woman is 'hey'?

You giggled at him, and he felt a smile creep onto his face.

"It's good to see you again," he continued. He decided to dial back the forwardness, realizing he had already kept you waiting outside for too long in his daze. "Come on in."

-

You followed Guy into his home, taking in the delicious aroma filling the rooms.

"I don't know what you're making," you stated, "but it smells amazing."

Guy beamed with pride, ushering you over to the kitchen.

"It's my favorite." He told you. "A spicy, vegetable curry."

Thankfully, you didn't mind spicy. In fact, you enjoyed it. Your mouth watered, taking in the sight and smell of the food in front of you.

"Actually, it should be just about done." Said Guy, stirring it all for a final time before putting it onto beautiful dishes to serve.

He had already set the table, candles and all. He pulled the chair out for you, pushing you back in as if you weighed nothing. He sat across from you, and the way he smiled at you made you weak in the knees. It's a good thing you had already sat down.

You wasted no time, digging in. And it was delicious.

"Oh my god Guy," you said in near disbelief at how good it was. You could see his expression perk up. "This is amazing!"

"I'm glad you like it," he chuckles, eating his own.

The rest of the meal went off without a hitch. You talked about your job and his, bonding over your love for your respective students.

"Maybe sometime I can come watch one of your training sessions," you mentioned. "I would love to see you teach them."

Guy smiled, "I would love that." The sincerity in his tone took you by surprise. While you knew he was never joking with you, there was always some sort of bravado to his speech that now was missing.

You helped him clean up despite his protests. You told him that if he cooked, you would at least clean up. It was only fair, after all. You scrubbed the dishes, oblivious to the way Guy was looking at you.

He never would have admitted it to anyone but himself, but he was falling in love with you. He had no problem picturing a life with you. Coming up to you at the end of the day, sharing a meal together. He wanted everything that life would bring him.

"Well," you said, finishing up, "I should probably get going."

"Let me walk you," insisted Guy. "A lady such as yourself should never walk alone at night."

He offered his arm to you, and you accepted it with a shy smile. You could feel his prominent muscles under the fabric of his outfit, and you could feel your face growing warmer. You were thankful for the darkness for obscuring your face from him, hoping he couldn't tell.

He could tell.

As the two of you made your way back towards your own apartment he would flex his muscles every so often, loving the way your face would flush. A couple of times he timed it right so that you were speaking, making you stutter.

The walk ended much earlier than either of you would have liked it to. Suddenly your heart started racing. You could answer your questions from earlier clearly.

Would he try to kiss you?

You sure hoped so.

Would you want him to?

Definitely.

You paused in your doorway, letting go of Guy's arm. You looked up at him, flashing him a genuine smile.

"I had fun tonight."

He reciprocated your own expression with a smile of his own, "me too."

You both paused for what seemed like the longest second in the world. It was as if he was building up the courage to actually go through with what he wanted to. He cleared his throat.

"Y/n, may I kiss you?"

You nodded your head and he lowered his lips to yours slowly. As you pressed your own lips to his you couldn't help the gasp that escaped them.

That's a sound I'll keep replaying... thought Guy.

He pulled away sooner than you would have liked, but he was a gentleman.

"I'll see you soon." Guy ended his sentence with a wink, sauntering off as you went to go inside.

"I can't wait."

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black lace and birthday cake - l.sy

“Look so good yeah, look so sweet. Baby you deserve a treat.”

pairing: sangyeon x female! reader

word count: 2.8k

genre: suggestive, fluff

theme: sangyeon’s birthday gang au

warnings: SMUT!!, profanity, alcohol

a/n: hey guys! i’m back with my long awaited sequel! this can be read as a stand alone but it does take place in the same universe as my other story addicted. again please be nice i’m still not used to writing smut. this was also edited but there could be mistakes! enjoy it! -t :D

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“Do you have anything for Sangyeons birthday? It's in two days.” Kevin asks me while we are in the Starbucks line.

“No not yet. Honestly, I was going to cook him dinner or something. He's been too busy anyways.” I answer him as we move up.

“Boring!! You have been dating for how long? You should surprise him with something he would love.” Kevin says. All of a sudden his eyes widened. “Oh my gosh I have an idea!” He yells a little too loudly.

“Kevin Moon, I swear to god... But let's hear it.” I roll my eyes at him.

“You should dr- Wait, let me order first and then I'll tell you.” Kevin snickers and walks up to the counter, with me in tow.

After getting our drinks, Kevin and I started to walk around the mall. We’re killing time before our afternoon classes, and Kevin wanted to buy a pair of shoes for himself.

“You never told me what I should do for Sang’s birthday.” I nagged Kevin.

He smirked. “You should go to his apartment the day of, send him a picture of yourself in the lingerie your about to buy and then give him the best sex of his and your life” Kevin says proudly.

My eyes widened and before I can protest, Kevin continues his idea.

“I know you guys have had a crazy sex life. Don’t try to argue, it's obvious with all the turtlenecks you wear. He has been busy with the gang, and this will forsure make him come to you. Quite literally.” Kevin explains to me before taking my hand.

“I guess? I mean, I've been really horny lately and the combination of my vibrator and sexting does nothing for me.” I say to Kevin. He laughs and drags me into Victoria’s Secret.

“Ahh, this is exciting! You're gonna pick out some sexy lingerie! I swear, you’ll get Sangyeon coming in his pants before he even gets his hands on you.”

“Shut up,” I try to say but instead, I blush hard. We proceed to walk over to the lingerie section, as I eye the mannequins on display. Maybe this isn't such a bad idea after all.

-

November 4th. Sangyeons birthday.

The person looking back at me in my mirror was completely different. I had curled my hair into loose ringlets that rested on my face. I did my eyeshadow with a smokey dark colour, and left my lips bare, as it would all be removed anyways. On my body is a black lace push up bra that barely covers my breasts, with matching panties that highlight my ass. Attached to the underwear on both legs are garters that rest on my upper thighs. Pleased with how I look, I smiled at myself and prepare to leave.

I grab my overnight bag, as I probably will need it. I put on my silver heels and  black long coat, and I leave my apartment. On the way to his penthouse, I stopped at the bakery to pick up the cake I had ordered for him earlier today.

Pulling into Sangyeon’s private garage, I park my car and spot Younghoon, the lead bodyguard of the penthouse. I get out of my car and walk over to him.

“Good afternoon Ms. Y/Ln. Sangyeon isnt home.” Younghoon greets me.

“I know, thank you. I want to surprise him for his birthday!” I reply back, smiling.

“Oh okay! Well I’ll leave you to it. I’ll even stay on the garage floor for you.” He says with a hint of teasing.

I roll my eyes and laugh. “I’ll call you if anything goes wrong. Thanks Hoon, you're the best!” I flash him my best smile as he opens the elevator door for me and laughs.

When I get up to Sangyeons penthouse, I am greeted with no staff at all.

“I guess he sent his staff home today thinking he would crash at the mob house.” I think to myself.  Due to the high volume of work, Sangyeon has been staying at the TBZ house lately, which is why I never get to see him.

I reach his bedroom, and remove my long coat to hide in his closet. I prop my phone up on his night table, set up the camera to a timer, and proceed to take a risky picture of myself.

“I really hope this works.” I think to myself posing as the timer goes off. I grabbed my phone and my jaw dropped.

It was a picture of myself dressed in the black lingerie, kneeling on his bed. There in perfect HD, are my hard nipples poking through the bra, and my legs spread on my knees to reveal my pussy covered in black lace fabric connected to garders on my thighs.

It was great. I pulled up Sangyeons contact and sent him the picture.

“And now we wait.” I say out loud as I lean back into his bed.

-

Forty painful minutes later, my phone vibrates next me as I lay on his bed. I roll over to check that it is a message back from Sangyeon, which I open in anticipation.

I'm coming back early, you better be on the bed when I get home. The text read. My eyes widen, and a flash of desire and giddiness shoots through my body, almost leaving me breathless with arousal. I could feel my clit starting to ache with this wave of emotion.

Before I can even remove my panties to relieve the pressure on my clit, I hear the front door to the penthouse open. I jump and rearrange myself so that I'm sitting with my legs dangling from the huge bed. I hear him drop something, and his shuffling getting closer and closer to me. I'm about to call out Sangyeon’s name when the bedroom door swings open.

There Sangyeon stands, suit jacket off and the top buttons of his shirt undone. His eyes are on fire, travelling down my body like he's about to devour me. I stare back at him frozen, as I let myself be torn apart by Sangyeon’s gaze. Finally, his eyes meet mine, and his lips curve into a smirk.

“You're a bad girl.” He whispers.

“What did I do?”  I play innocent.

“You know, how you sent me that picture while I was in a meeting just to get me riled up. Do you know the effect you have on me? I could have embarrassed myself in front of the powerful European gang.” Sangyeon growls. He starts to walk towards me slowly, every step he took making me more aroused.

Sangyeon grabs my face roughly and crashes his lips on mine. The brown haired man pushes me down onto the bed and hovers over me. He kisses me roughly, entering his tongue into my mouth when I part my lips. My hands reach up to his shirt, undoing the buttons fast to reveal his beautiful upper body. I press my hands on his abs, making him gasp into my mouth. I didn't even realize Sangyeon had taken my bra off, until his lips left mine made their way down to my bare breasts.

“Your tits are beautiful.” Sangyeon coos, bringing his mouth down. He catches my left nipple into his mouth and sucks on it softly while using his hand to fondle with my right breast. I let out a loud sigh, as he switches to the right. But when Sangyeon starts to leave open mouth kisses down my stomach, I use this chance to flip him over, making me on top.

“Y/N, baby, I'm always on top. What are you doing?” Sangyeon asks me.

“It's your birthday, let me spoil you for once.” I reply mischievously.

“Baby its okay, I dont m- fuck!” He growls as I leave an open mouth kiss above his belt.

I smirk at him as I undo his belt, and remove his pants and boxers. Sangyeons huge cock springs out, hard and angry. I pump it twice before sinking my mouth down fast.

Sangyeon hisses a string of curses and reaches to grab my hair out of my face.

“Fuck baby slow down. I still want to fuck you later.” He snarls as I moan onto his cock.

Sangyeon takes my hair and motions my head up and down on his cock. I gag when it reaches the back of my throat, tears starting to form in my eyes.

“That’s it, princess. You take my cock so well. You're doing so well, baby.”  He murmurs under his breath, loud enough for me to hear.

Sangyeon grunts loud as I feel his hot cum hit my mouth. I swallow as much as I can, and pull off to meet his eyes.

“God, those eyes. They kill me.” Sangyeon whispers as he reaches over to my face and wipes off some of his cum that got on my lips. I smiled at him, but it was not returned.

“Now I'm in control, baby. Your fun is over.” Sangyeon says quickly before kissing me. He pulls off my lips slowly, lingering there.

“I want you to take your panties off and sit on my face. Let me taste that beautiful cunt of yours.” He says against my lips. I nod my head, feeling my giddiness come back.

Sangyeon repositions himself so that he's lying against his pillows. I stand up and slowly unbuckle the garter that was holding my panties up. I turn around and remove my lace underwear slowly, my ass in Sangyeon’s face.

Before I could even think, I felt his hands on my hips. Sangyeon lifts me up and places me on his face, mouth touching my pussy. Sangyeon presses an open mouth kiss onto my clit, and starts to lick and suck it fast.

“Ah Sangyeon yes!” I moan loud as my hands grip the headboard.

I begin to ride his face, grinding on his lips.  Sangyeon slaps my ass hard, gripping my waist and I think I am seeing stars.

“Right there, yes! Fuck I’m gonna cum.” I tilt my head back and moan, speeding up the pace. He proceeds to stretch my pussy out with his fingers, and adds two inside without any warning.

This is too much for me to handle. I scream as I feel myself cum all over Sangyeon’s mouth and two fingers. He removes his fingers and kisses my clit softly. I roll off of him, and try to catch my breath.

“You taste so good always Y/N.” Sangyeon praises and runs his hand through my hair

All of a sudden. Sangyeon picks me up and walks over to the huge glass window that overlooks the city. I felt the cold glass hit my bare back, which caused me to hiss at the contact.

As I tried to turn myself around to admire the view, my back is full on slammed against the glass window. Sangyeon holds my waist and enters my pussy slowly, letting me adjust to his huge size.

“You're so goddamn tight.” I hear him whisper. I wrap my legs around his torso, making it easier for us to both adjust.

I let out a moan to let him know he bottomed out. Sangyeon removes his cock from my pussy and slams back into me fast. I scream as I feel his fingers dig into my hip bones.

His thrusts become so fast quickly and I'm helpless against him. I wrap my arms around his neck and capture his lips in a messy kiss, moaning against his mouth.

“You like that princess? Everyone seeing me fuck your tight pussy against the window? Sangyeon grunts into my ear,

I moan back, too overwhelmed to answer. He slaps my ass and presses me harder into the glass.

“Answer me, brat.” Sangyeon hisses.

“Yes Sangyeon, oh my god!” I answer him with the only words I can think of.

I can tell his orgasm is close as he pulls me to him as close as possible and thrusts into me deeply.

“FUCK!” Sangyeon yells as I feel his cum enter my pussy. He still is fucking me hard, as I feel the familar knot in my stomach.

“Sangyeon!” I scream and grip his neck as I cum.

We both fall onto the bedroom floor. Sangyeon pulls out of me and cradels my shaking body into a hug. Out of breath and overwhelmed, I feel myself start to cry.

“No baby why are you crying? You did so well. So beautiful for me, always.” Sangyeon cooes into my ear while I sob into his chest.

I look up at him. “I didn't mean to cry, that was just so amazing.” I reply softly, making him chuckle.

“Cmon, I’ll run a bath for us.” Sangyeon says as he picks me up bridal style.

We leave his bedroom and walk to the guest bathroom. A huge jacuzzi style bath rests against a glass window. Sangyeon places me gently in the tub and turns the water on. He grabs the soap and shampoo from the cupboard, placing it next to the tub. He gets in as well, and moves me so my back is against his chest. I feel him start to lather shampoo into my hair as I start to doze off.

“I hope you liked your birthday gift. I missed you a lot and wanted to do something out of the box for you.” I say tiredly to Sangyeon as he pours water over my hair.

“You're my gift everyday. I know sometimes my job gets in the way.” Sangyeon sighed. “I wish it was different, trust me. I hope you know I love you so much.” He places a kiss on the crown of my head.

“I love you too Sangyeon.” I reply to him grinning.

Sangyeon helps me stand up so he can wash my body. As I stand up, I start to grimace from the dull aches on my waist and thighs. Sangyeon notices that and frowns as he puts soap on his hands.

“I hope I didn't hurt you that much.” He says while running his hands softly over the bruise forming on my right hip.

“Don’t worry. I like the pain.” I smirk as Sangyeon rolls his eyes and laughs, making me laugh as well.

After another 10 minutes of Sangyeon and I washing each other, we both get out of the bath and change into matching white robes.

“Go wait on the balcony.” I tell Sangyeon and kiss his cheek.

When I hear him close the balcony door, I go to his kitchen to grab the small cake I got for him, as well as wine and wine glasses. I place the cake and glasses on a tray and pour the wine. I grab the candles and matches I stashed in a cupboard and light them on the cake.

When I reach the balcony, Sangyeon opens the door for me, and his face goes shocked.

“Y/N you didn't have to do that for me.” He says.

I place the tray down on the balcony table.

“Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday dear Sangyeon. Happy birthday to you.” I sang to him grinning.

He pulls me in for a back hug as he blows out his candles. I notice the sun is setting, so I remove myself from his grasp and turn around to watch.

Sangyeon appears next to me and takes my hand.

“What did you wish for?” I ask him looking straight ahead.

“Nothing. I already have everything I need here right now.” Sangyeon turns to me and brings my hand to his lips, kissing it softly. I roll my eyes and stare back at him.

“You're such a cliche.”

“You love it.”

I kiss him with so much passion. Sangyeon grabs my waist softly and kisses back the same, as I wrap my arms around his neck. We part slowly, pecking each other a few times

That night, Sangyeon and I spoon feed each other cake until we are both full. I end up falling asleep on the balcony chair. Sangyeon brings me to his bedroom, and tucks me in.

“I had a great day with you. Goodnight Y/N sweet dreams.” Sangyeon mumbles as he presses a kiss to my temple. He climbs into bed as well and wraps me in his arms.

I dream of cake, black lace, and my dream man, Lee Sangyeon.

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Harry hating the reader for a reason she doesn't know. One day he explodes at her and makes her cry so harry has to apologise and make it up to her so he takes her on a date

WARNING: angst, yelling, curse words from harry, crying.

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It was unlike harry to upset anyone ever. He was always seen as the guy who loved people, treated them with kindness, but unfortunately he fucked up and upsetted you. embarrassed and humiliated you in front of a whole group. Something he never watched to do, now he had to fix it.

Through your year of knowing harry you never understood why he hated you. Whenever Sarah invited you to go with her and Mitch out partying, you always saw harry. You tended to smile and be polite as possible but harry always had a scolded on his face and giving you the side eye.

The first time he did that you gave him space thinking maybe he wasn't in the mood for just that night. Unfortunately you were wrong.

Everytime you saw harry he scolded and avoided you. You felt so guilty, not having a clue what the problem was with him and you. But no matter what you were always the girl who smiled at him because you were nice like that.

Harry on the other hand didn't understand why he was upset with you. He thought you were a sweet person but a part of him didn't like you.

It was something he was trying to figure out but for now he couldn't help it.

---

You sat in the bar booth, wine was stuck in between your fingers as you took sips of it every now and then. Your eyes scanned the room occasionally, seeing people you knew and some strangers. At first you didn't notice harry but you eventually found him in the corner standing with a bunch of girls who were giddy.

In the pit of your heart it ached at the sight, you tore your eyes away not wanting to see the sight anymore.

You downed all of your wine with one gulp before getting up. You walked to the bar needing another one so you can get as wasted as possible, you were at a bar anyway.

You sat on the bar stool, it squeaked as you sat on it. The bartender walked up to you with her warming smile, "what can I get you miss?" "Um another wine thanks."

She nodded before going to get you another. You waited a few minutes; Your fingers running over your slick back hair.

After a while of wait she brought back Your wine. You thanked her by tipping before you go up to go to your table.

As you got out of your seat you ran right into someone, quite hard. You gasped loudly as your wine spilt over your dress. You took a big hit which was painful but you were more pissed at the wine spill.

you looked up at the person you ran into. It was a girl and right beside was Harry freaking styles. They both had a frown on their faces, visibly pissed off. "Watch where you're going." The women spit out.

you side eyed her. She was more at fault than you were more than anything. "How about you watch were you're going instead of paying attention to harold here."

You rolled your eyes before you walked off. You huffed as you sat back down in the booth. Sarah looked at you; she saw the whole thing go down.

"you alright?" You turned to her, "yeah, yeah I'm fi-,"

You were interrupted by a sudden voice. "Y/n you're a cunt." You looked up to see harry. He had his finger wagging in your face, his eyebrows knitted together. "Ya' don't watch were you're fuckin going and resulted in me losing a girl. You ruin every fucking thing and you shouldn't be here because your stupid."

The whole bar was quite as harry finished yelling at you. You felt your heart drop in your chest. You've been called names, been bullied, and yelled at various times throughout your life but nothing has heart you severely as much as harry's words.

You gulped as you felt tears form in your eyes. Before you know it you were racing out of the bar. Sarah called after you but didn't follow.

When you were out of sight, she turned to harry. "what the hell is your problem?"

Harry sighed, the guilt, more guilt than he's ever felt rushed over him. He hated what he did. He didn't even like the girl, he was such an idiot and he knew it.

"Sarah.... It just rushed out."

"yeah, well Maybe you should think before you rush things out." With that Sarah grabbed her bag and stormed out to find you. Harry looked over at Mitch who shook his head before turning back to his own drink. Harry fucked up big time.

--

For a whole two weeks harry was thinking of a way to fix the problem he created. He wanted to talk to you, to apologize but unfortunately the several times he's gone to the bar with Mitch, Sarah and the gang, you weren't there.

Harry felt a pit in his heart Because he knew it was his fault. He just genuinely wanted to make it right.

You on the other hand was getting through it. You still thought about that moment, and it hurted you over and over again, but you were strong enough to let it go.

You opted out on participating on anything with Sarah and Mitch Because you knew 9 times out of 10 harry was going to be there.

You couldn't face him. He was sick of you and you understood seeing how many people have walked out of your life. You didn't blame him entirely. You just wish things were a little different.

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You sat on the couch, a bag of chips sitting in between your crisscrossed legs as you watched a drama TV show. It was getting intense and you were enjoying it.

30 minutes In you got a knock on your front door. You groaned and paused the video before getting up and walked to the door. Another ring interrupted just as you reached the door; You groaned and up it. "Hi." You said in a soft tone not wanting to get made at the stranger. But it was no stranger, it was Harry.

He stood there fiddling with his hands as he looked up at you. "Hey, can we talk?" You sighed, "sure.

You let harry inside and led him to the living room. You sat on the couch while harry sat down beside him. There was an awkward silence between the two of you before Harry spoke. "I wanted to come and apologise for wh't I did the other day. I was so stupid for yelling at you and I shouldn't have, so I'm sorry."

Harry peered up at you seeing if he can see any sign of forgiveness but you sat there staring at the floor. His heart pounded in his chest as he waited for you to speak.

After a while you decided to speak. "You really hurt me harry." You took a brief silence before speaking. "And I was really embarrassed.. but I don't hate you. I have always trying to be nice to you but you've always scolded me. Why do you hate me?"

Harry looked at you, he could see the pain in your eyes. It broke his heart. "No, no I don't hate you. God, I'm sorry." He ran his hands over his face before reaching out to your shoulders.

"I don't hate you, I never did And never will. I'm sorry." Harry's voice grew soft as he trailed off.

"It's okay." You took his hand and intertwined it with yours. It sparked a flame inside you and harry.

Harry smiled softly, "great... So to make it up to you, can I take you out to dinner or something?" He scratched the back of his neck getting nervous.

"sure." You blurted out. Harry grinned, "okay, tommorow, around 6 you meet me at the bar?"

You nodded, "yes, sure."

Harry mumbled out an ok before he showed himself out. That night you went to sleep with a smile on your face. You were happy knowing you and harry were okay and also that you were going to dinner with him. You didn't know it but you were falling for him.

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“wait, really?”

— welcome to sam’s brewery, where we commemorate reaching 500 customers! this event lasts for one week, and will only take up to twenty orders(as above that can become quite overwhelming).

+order: hey :) if there are still spots open for your event, could I maybe ask for "I hate you" "I love you" "wait, really?" with Sugawara Koushi as angst to fluff or hurt/comfort (something in that direction)? Please take all the time you need and if you don't feel like writing this, don't worry and just delete this ask ^-^ [submitted by @x-whyareyoureadingthis-x​]

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+author’s notes: pls i had so much fun writing this i stg 🥺 i hope you don’t mind me changing up the dialogue just a lil to suit the scene better <3 here is the link to the event masterlist.

You never thought falling in love would be such a pain. 

And you never understood how or why you fell in love in the first place. Maybe it was because of his obliviously pretty smiles, or his caring yet forgetful nature, or the way he always greeted you with that same glint in his eyes—Sugawara Kōshi always managed to make you feel giddy like a child. Your heart always beat faster around him, and your smiles almost always were wider when you spoke to him. 

You didn't know how to avoid these unnecessary feelings of yours; even after brainstorming for days on end, and trying to get rid of them, you couldn't. It felt impossible, having to meet him every day while walking to school, or having to walk home with him because he actually didn't live that far away. Between your high-school years, you never knew how you fell deep for him. And now, being the smart Senior you are, you come up with a fool-proof plan, and that is to avoid your friend—whom you are hopelessly in love with. 

You decide to take the longer routes to school(you were almost late on the first day of your oh-so-perfect plan, so you now set your alarm a little earlier to manage your time better), you hide in the bathroom for a bit before leaving(because he always waits outside the gates for some time till you get back from your club activities), and you make sure to leave the class as soon as the day is over, so he doesn't have time to even call your name. 

It hurt you. It really did, but it had to be done. You knew someone like him would never reciprocate the feelings you have. What was the point, if you simply built your hopes up, only for them to be shattered in the end? What was the point, for you to build a skyscraper full of expectations if they were to only end in tears?

So you cower behind this game of hide-n-seek. It was your ultimate method to forget.

It was all going perfectly—or so you thought, really, because your feelings still remained. It was like someone put a fake screen in front of your eyes, hypnotizing you into thinking that every single aspect of your so-called plan was working when it actually wasn't. You still subconsciously cared for him; because every morning, you'd think if he was doing well. Every night, before bed, you'd think if he still smiled the same way. Every time you successfully avoided him, you'd let out a shaky breath, thinking if you're hurting his feelings while doing the same. 

Today was supposed to be the same, really. You'd gotten up at six, taken the route that was to the opposite side of his home, gotten to school just in the nick of time to avoid being late. And even in the gym period, you ended up making small talk(something you really didn't like doing) with a few classmates to avoid him. 

Emphasis on 'today was supposed to be the same'. Because soon enough, you started realizing that today was, indeed, turning out to be a disaster. Your club, the student council, finished up later than you thought. You were handling accounting, and when the calculations were finally finished, you handed them to the President and left in such haste that they'd never seen before. You could swear you heard the President of the Student Council say, "Are they okay?"

"Shit," you mumble under your breath when you see the same pewter mop of hair walking out of the gym. You stop dead in your tracks, and you're sure your shoe screeched loudly as you turned on your heel and headed the opposite way. 

You could definitely hear his footsteps. The bathroom was nowhere nearby, and all you could see was the turn towards the library, and at this point, you had no choice. 

You stood there, back against the wall with your eyes closed until a soft yet familiar voice spoke in your ear, "Who are we hiding from?"

You definitely screamed. 

"What the hell are you doing here?" you ask him, his usual smile playing on his face as if you hadn't been avoiding him for the past month or so. He laughs smally, then says, "Oh, I just came out of the library and saw you standing here with your eyes closed. So, who were you hiding from?"

"None of your business," you grunt, walking towards the exit(you're mentally yelling at yourself now, because you could've just walked out instead of standing there like a fool).

He follows you—well, not really, because he has to walk in the same direction anyway. This feels like the first time someone ever tries to go to the gym and ends up burning themself out instead because all of the progress you've made until now has just sunk. Seeing him again, being this close to him again, making eye contact with him—it all makes your heart flutter with such intensity that it hurts.

"Well, you've been avoiding me too. You know, that hurts my feelings, [Y/N]," his teasing tone invokes a blush out of you. And before you know it, you're mumbling out, "I hate you."

"Ouch that hurt," he holds his hand to his heart to fake being offended, but then crouches down to your level and mumbles softly, "I love you though."

Your eyes go wide, the blush on your cheeks evident as you turn to look at him, "Wait, really?" 

"Really," he throws you a smile, ruffling your hair as he continues walking, "I'm guessing you avoided me because you knew?"

"No," you shake your head as he looks back, "No, I was avoiding you because I think I love you too."

It all comes together now; all the strings become untied, and it's in front of you. Falling in love with Sugawara Kōshi was the easy part. It's admitting to yourself that it happened which was hard. You had built up many walls around you, but he always found a way through. Why, you may ask? Because the boy you've fallen in love with decided to build a door to walk through.

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"Doppelganger" *Part 4*

I don't know why I do this, I'm such a little shit. I'm leaving this here, the biggest cliffhanger yet and I might not get one done tomorrow! MWAHAHHAHAHAHAA. No I'm just kidding, but seriously it might not go up until most of you go to bed so I'm sorry if you miss it!

This had to pick up though, it was kind of lagging. Gotta get that super angst/suspense ramped up!!!

I'll leave you to ponder that now as you go into this, mwhahaaha.

[Side note the position of the gif's *CHEF KISS* MWAH!!! I didn't even try and do that. It's so beautiful.]

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You decided to grab Rafael’s favorite dish from a nearby deli, got something for yourself and Gabi, and headed up to the DA’s building.

“Wow, fancy,” Gabi remarked as you walked inside.

“I guess,” You shrugged. You had become so used to it when you worked for him, it wasn’t really anything special to you now. You walked down the hall and noted Rafael's new intern, a young guy of course, on your insistence. You knocked on the door softly, having some ‘nam flashbacks of the last time you knocked on this door.

“You ok?” Gabi asked you with a concerned face. “You look pale,”

That could be due to the fact that Rafael was not answering you, now you really WERE having a PTSD panic.

“Rafael?!” You poked your head in, terrified for some reason. To your relief, he was just on the phone.

“Uh huh, yes, yes sir, alright judge I’ll see you this afternoon,” He smiled at you and waved you in as he hung up with the judge. His face scrunched up when he saw you had a guest with you.

“...Who’s this?” He looked at Gabi suspiciously.

“This is my friend Gabi,” You introduced her as she gave a friendly wave.

“....And when did you meet Gabi, exactly?” Rafael still eyed her warily.

“Excuse me?” Gabi asked in an offended tone.

“Rafael, what are you doing?” You asked him through gritted teeth.

“You don’t think Nevada would have plants?” Rafael kept his eye on Gabi, who was starting to sweat. Gabi’s pulse quickened, she tried her best to keep a cool, calm expression.

“Rafael!” You hissed. “Are you kidding me?!”

“Who’s Nevada?” Gabi played dumb.

“Nobody, nothing-- it’s nothing, don’t worry about it,” You waved your hands dismissively.

“What’s your story, Gabi? Do you have a last name?” He kept on her, noting her quickening nervous state.

“RAFAEL,” You grabbed his shoulder.

“Y/N,” He repeated back at you. He looked at Gabi-- “Can you excuse us a moment?” He then pulled you to the side.

“Baby, please be smart about this--”

“So what, I’m just not supposed to have any friends?” You scoffed.

“You have friends! You have Chloe,” He pointed out.

“Oh my god--” You looked to the side trying not to lose it in the office. “Rafael this is exactly what I’m talking about, you need to stop trying to control my life.. Stop trying to be my FATHER,”

Gabi couldn’t help but laugh as she heard you call him your father; clearly you had some raging daddy issues. Rafael glared at her, making her quickly stop.

“We’ll talk about this later,” Rafael started to walk back to his desk, dismissing you.

“Oh will we, dad?” You crossed your arms. “Am I grounded now? I can’t hang out with my friends until I apologize for talking back to you?”

“Y/N, please leave before I say something I regret,” He clenched his fist.

“No, please go on, father,” You spat. “Please, tell me what else I can and can’t do. Maybe you want to pick out my clothes for tomorrow? Escort me to my classes?” You yelled mockingly.

Gabi was enjoying the show, already planning her celebratory dinner with Nevada. Once he heard she drove a wedge between the two of you so he could swoop in would please him so much, he’d fuck her so fast it would make Marcella’s fake tits fall off.

“....Maybe I wouldn’t have to act like your father if you didn’t act like such a CHILD. God it’s no wonder they didn’t want to come see you!” He pounded the desk, then suddenly realized he had said the last part out loud.

Your face turned pale, your mouth dropped open as tears stung your eyes. You couldn’t believe that he had just said that-- he threw your biggest secret in your face like that, in front of a stranger no less. You stared at Gabi, who looked incredibly uncomfortable and confused. She was secretly celebrating being able to look anything else but as nervous as she felt while being interrogated by Rafael.

“Y/N….I didn’t mean--” Rafael immediately went to your side, trying to hold you and apologize.

“Yes you did,” You growled, trying not to cry. “You know what, I need a break,”

“...A break?” Rafael’s brows furrowed. “From me?”

“Yes, Rafael. A break from YOU,” You turned and started to stomp out of the office but Rafael grabbed your arm.

“Carino come on, don’t do this, not now--” Rafael begged you, still not trusting Gabi’s face.

“Oh right, because if you’re not beside me 24/7 I’m going to get kidnapped or something, right?!” You cried as tears dripped down your face.

Gabi was awestruck she was actually watching this conversation take place. Were they fucking with her? Did they know what was going on?

“I’m not saying that, but-- look please, please, listen to me--” He pleaded with you just as you had pleaded with him at the church that awful day.

“NO, Rafael,” You broke free from his grasp. “I’m tired of you thinking that you’re better than me, that you need to protect me like I’m a baby bird,”

“Um maybe I should--” Gabi motioned towards the door.

“YES you should,” Rafael huffed.

“NO, don’t bother Gabi, we’re leaving,” You huffed harder.

“...I’ll see you at home?” Rafael asked you softly.

“What did I just say?!” You rolled your eyes. “I’ll be at Chloe’s, don’t call or text me for a few days,”

“No, no I can’t do that--” Rafael protested.

“Either that or take this back,” You took off your ring and held it out to him. Gabi began to panic again, she knew she had to get that ring.

“Seriously? Don’t you think you’re--”

“What, acting like a child, Rafael?” You glared at him. “I’m trying NOT to, I just-- I just want to calm down, so just-- give me a few days,” You slipped your ring back on to Gabi’s relief. Then you nodded to her to follow her out and you both left Rafael’s office.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have--” Gabi tried to act apologetic, but was secretly giddy inside.

“No, it’s not your fault,” You wiped the angry tears from your face. “I um...I need some time to myself right now though,”

“Of course,” Gabi nodded as if she was being kind and understanding, but really she couldn’t wait to call Nevada.

“Cool, I’ll um-- I’ll see you in class,” You were so out of it from being so upset you didn’t notice the huge smile crawl across Gabi’s face as she turned and ran the opposite way you were walking, dialing her phone.

“....Vada? I’ve got your perfect in,”

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A few days latter was your final. You had to perform Shakespearean monologues on the big main stage of the University, and you were terrified. You were kicking yourself that you had told Rafael you needed space as you paced back and forth backstage. You hadn't talked or texted him since you had stormed out of his office the other day.

“Hey, you okay?” Gabi came up to you from the side door.

“No, I-- I should call Rafa, I need him,” You went to get your phone but Gabi stopped you.

“Well, clearly he knows that,” Gabi gave you a smile, nodding to the audience.

You looked out to see Rafael sitting in the second row of the theater. When he saw you, he gave you a loving look and a small wave. You sighed happily; he knew you better than you knew yourself. He knew you’d need him here, and here he was. You loved him so much, you just wanted to go and kiss him and tell him you were sorry, but there would be time after your test.

Soon enough it was your turn, and you recited your monologue absolutely perfectly-- staring into Rafael’s beautiful green eyes the entire time. As soon as you were done, Rafael stood up and applauded loudly, making you giggle and blush.

Your professor looked a bit annoyed that your fiancé was there making a show of himself, but congratulated you on a job well done. You walked down the stairs and out into the house where Rafael met you with open arms and a dozen roses.

“Mi amor,” He beamed, as you jumped into his arms.

“I’m sorry,” You apologized as you snuggled into his chest. “I shouldn’t have been so--”

“No no no, shhhh,” He raised your face to look at him, his face so tender and pure. “I’m sorry carino, I never should have brought up your parents, I know how much you miss them,”

“Thank you for coming,” You kissed him gently, feeling complete again. He deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue down your throat and biting your lip.

“Raffi!” You broke apart and hit him playfully, glancing around to make sure no one saw such a dirty kiss.

“What? I haven’t seen you in a few days, I missed...this,” He grabbed your ass with both hands. You didn’t know what had gotten into him, although you realized you actually hadn’t spent more than a day apart before since you’d gotten together-- maybe you should punish him more often!

“Well, let’s go take care of that then,” You grinned devilishly, grabbing his own perfect little peaches in your dainty hands.

“I know just the place, carino,” He grabbed your hand and pulled you out the side doors.

You hadn’t realized that Gabi had been missing since before you started your monologue, and you hadn’t noticed that she had taken your phone from your purse while you were onstage. Currently, she was at the front doors of the theater lobby, arguing with….the REAL Rafael.

“Look lady, I don’t know who you think you are, but I think I know my fiancé better than you. She needs me!” He yelled.

“And I’m pretty sure I heard her say she NEEDS space, pendejo,” She blocked him from entering the theater.

“Is there a problem here?” Javi came over, dressed in a campus security uniform.

“Yes sir, this stranger is trying to burst in on a PRIVATE class, to stalk a student,” Gabi acted very concerned for her friend's safety.

“STALK a student--? Are you fucking kidding me? Kid look she’s--”

“I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask you to leave, sir,” Javi started to escort Rafael out.

“Excuse me? Look man I’m the ADA of New York I’m not some rando--” Rafael started to argue.

“Anyone on campus without a student or faculty ID is strictly prohibited, sir,” Javi lied. “Even if you are the ADD,” He messed up his title just to fuck with Rafael.

“The ADA!” He yelled as Javi pushed him out the front door and shut it, locking it behind him.

“Well, that was easy,” He smirked at Gabi, giving her a fist bump. Rafael saw it from outside the doors.

That could not be good….

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Meanwhile

“Rafael” led you to a huge limo, helping you get inside.

“Wow, this is a step up from an Uber,” You joked.

“Well, I knew this was a big day for my baby, and I knew I had a lot to make up for,” Rafael smiled, kissing you deeply as you both got in the car, lips locked.

“God I missed you,” You giggled, kissing him over and over. It was true, even for a few days without him was like torture. His smell, his lips, his touch-- you needed it all.

If only you knew you were about to give it all away to someone you didn’t even know.

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A Likely Story

Fred Weasley x Reader

Warnings: Swearing.

This story is inspired from a request of my F.R.I.E.N.D.S Themed Prompt List.

Prompts: 9, 16 & 18

"They don't know that we know they know"

"DANGER!"

"What a small world./Yet I never run into Beyoncè"

"What'd you tell George?"

"Told him I had detention with Snape for setting off Dungbombs in his Second Years class."

"Hmm, very believable."

"That's because it's true."

"Why am I not surprised?"

"What'd you tell your mates?"

"Just said I was going for a walk."

"Guess that'll do. Remind me to give you some pointers on how to lie when we get back."

"Very funny."

Every word spoken echoed off the damp walls of the One Eyed Witch Passage as Fred and Y/n made their way through the dark tunnel. The only source of light being the soft glow emitting from the tips of their wands, allowing only enough visibility to see just infront of them as they walked.

The pair were currently sneaking from the Castle on a day which were not allocated for any Hogsmead Visitations. It were a school day. However, rather than sitting about the Castle grounds for the two free periods in their schedules, Fred had the brilliant idea of escaping the unbearable reign of Umbridge - even if only for a few hours, by taking a trip into town.

"You know they know, right?"

"Ahh, but they don't know that we know they know. Now do they?" Fred grinned as he shoved y/ns shoulder with his own playfully, before intertwining their cold fingers. "I fail to see how that matters" "makes it all the more fun." "Whatever makes you happy, Big Guy." "You mean, aside from you?"

Y/n rolled her eyes at his cheesiness, but smiled nonetheless. Stopping abruptly from a harsh tug at her hand, one that had her being pulled flush against Fred - chest to chest.

Threading his wand between his fingers, he brought his other hand to the back of y/ns neck and kissed her deeply.

The kiss left her flushed, biting her lip to suppress a giddy smile which naturally only caused a smug grin to appear on the face of her partner.

Sensing how inflated his ego was becoming y/n stepped back, shoving his chest, "Hurry up and get me out of here, loverboy, I'm freezing."

This wasn't the first time the two had been in a situation such as this. They had been in a relationship for quite a few months now but were keeping it secret - for the most part anyway, but they knew the others were suspicious.

There were several reasons why they felt their relationship needed to remain secret. One being for the fact Y/n were a Slytherin. Whom for as long as anyone could remember had despised the Weasleys, and vice versa. The second, and most crucial reason was due to y/ns family. She was a Y/l/n. A family who, like the Malfoys and LeStrange, were blood purists and for that matter hated Muggles, Muggleborns and Blood Traitors alike. A trait not inherited by that of the y/l/ns only daughter. Y/n.

After overcoming the years of conditioning by her parents; painting the Weasleys, anyone alike and Muggleborns as the enemy or lessers, she'd surrounded herself with friends of all houses and blood-status.

She even discovered there to be a remarkable amount of similarities between herself and that of the Redheaded family. Soon enough finding herself regularly in comfortable conversation with the Twins during their shared classes, after years of the ridiculous feud between them buried itself in the past. It then naturally didn't take long for her to start falling for the older, louder, Twin.

Though people acknowledged she were different to her family the pair were still hesitant about the reaction they'd receive being together in public, so they thought it best to keep to themselves. Which lead to a lot of sneaking around. Hence todays secret date in Hogsmead.

A few moments later Fred and Y/n reached the trap door of Honeydukes Cellar. Fred was the one to check the coast were clear. Smiling as he watched the owners feet retreating up the basements staircase to the store above. Piece of Cauldron Cake he thought. They silently slipped through the shop, completely unnoticed.

Glad to finally have the freedom to be with one another openly the two let out relieved breaths upon being met with the chilly fresh air of Hogsmead.

They happily strolled throughout the streets hand-in-hand going about their usual routine. A quick stop to The Three Broomsticks for a couple Butterbeers then off to what they'd deemed as "their spot", a clearing by the forest over looking the Shrieking Shack where they regularly met of a weekend for lunch and much needed time together.

Fred was spinning his girlfriend as if dancing as they walked, smiling, laughing and unashamedly flirting loudly as they did so.

The two were in a world of their own as they rough housed in the soft snow, throwing handfuls at one another. Unfortunately, blissfully unaware of the approaching complication in their secret rendezvous.

"Well, well, well." Came a cold voice from behind them, one which sent chills down y/ns spine - she would know that voice anywhere. Lucius Malfoy.

The teenagers turned with identical deadpan expressions to the man before them. "What a small world." "And yet I never run into Beyoncè" y/n countered sarcastically, her tone bitter and harsh.

"Whatever would one make of this, Hmm? A y/l/n fraternising with a Weasley..." Luicus eyed Fred with distaste, as if it were unsettling to simply be in his presence.

Fred stood tall and firm in place; a murderous glare thrown towards the arrogant man as he grit his teeth.

"One?" Y/ns brow raised in question, her voice drawing Malfoys attention back to her. He simply nodded in response, causing the girl to scoff as realisation struck. An exasperated smile tugging at her lips whilst she spoke, "Right. Going to rat me out to Daddy for having a friend, Lucius?" "But of course not." He took a step closer to the couple, "for being outside the grounds of Hogwarts, accompanied by an irresponsible and perpetually reckless boy however..." y/n swallowed harshly, a wave of fear coursing through her veins as her confidence faltered.

"Well, one might say it were my responsibility to report your little...adventure today. My, I can't begin to imagine the misfortune one might be subjected to less the High Inquisitor learn of such a blatant disregard for school protocols. Those for the offenders...or the Headmaster for that matter."

Y/n was silently panicking at these words. Dumbledore has already been on thin ice with the Ministry recently. If anyone finds out, well...that'd be the end of him.

"Of course however, y/n, you would be forgiven on account of your-" "Father." "-innocence, clearly under the manipulation of this one, whom would naturally be expelled." Lucius lazily waved his hand towards Fred. "You don't even know which Weasley 'this one' is." Y/n snapped. "Unimportant. I imagine Delores will be thrilled at the opportunity of finally ridding both from the school. And as for Dumbledore-"

"You're getting ahead of yourself, Malfoy." Fred finally spoke. Stepping forward to stand slightly infront of y/n protectively. His jaw and fists were clenched in rage, knuckles turning ghostly white under the strain in his grip. "Am I?" "Yes. To snitch on us you'd first need proof we were here in the first place." "You Weasleys truly are daft. I believe I have all the 'proof' I'll be needing. Given the fact you are stood right here before me, far from the saftey of the school grounds." "Are we?" Fred subtly reached for y/ns hand as he spoke, holding her palm tight behind his back, eyes staring directly into Malfoys challenging his dominance.

"Because I'm sure if you were to go to the Castle right now; I could be found with my brother and y/n here...undoubtedly studying in the Library." "Is that so?" Lucius had a rather done and ugly expression on his face at Freds antics, whom began smiling wickedly. Uttering a simple "yep." In response.

Their stare-off was broken as Fred glanced over Malfoys shoulder, raising his free arm to wave he greeted loudly, "Hello, Hagrid!" This causing the blonde man to turn in his direction. That was Fred's cue. Taking advantage of the moment and apparating the pair to the passage of the Shrieking Shack.

They took off running, hand-in-hand as they manoeuvred the winding tunnel to the school. Sprinting so quickly that even the Whomping Willow were too slow to react to their sudden appearance as they breached the grounds.

As they reached the, thankfully empty, courtyard they finally allowed themselves the opportunity to breathe and dropped the hold of one anothers hand. Fred swallowed thickly to ease the burning in his throat, "you have to-" "yeah. And you need to-" "yeah."

Exhausted and amused chuckles fell from their lips at the understanding shared between them. Placing one final, frantic, kiss to one anothers lips as goodbye they held each other close not wanting to let go. One of y/ns hands gripped Freds hair tightly whilst the other bunched in the fabric of his shirts collar. Both his hands placed securely on her waist. Y/n whines, knowing he won't be able to break the kiss himself, focusing all her strength she pushed from his chest, "Go" she whispered. Sighing frustratedly from the loss of his lips on hers he nods in agreement before both begin running in opposite directions.

Now thankful he had such a large family Fred was quickly successful in finding a family member to cling himself to. Barrelling down the corridor to where Ron and Harry were walking and conversing over whatever, with their backs to him. Overestimating the force of his current momentum he collided forcefully with the boys shoulders in attempt to steady himself, nearly toppling all three.

"What's your problem!?" Ron snapped angrily. "DANGER!" Fred whisper yelled, very out of breath. The scene brought a rather wide smile to Harrys face, watching as the Twin clutched his side painfully and tried to speak. "If-If anyone asks. I've been here the whole-WHOLE time. Okay!?" He was gesturing wildly between the three of them as he spoke, appearing desperate.

"Oh yeah? And what's in it for us?" Ron asked cockily. "For you, little Brother..." "anything?" He smiled smugly, earning a clap on the shoulder from his flustered older brother. "Not quite, Ronniekins."

Fred's eyes turned dark as he straightened himself, grip tightening on Rons shoulder like a vice. "Cover for me this time and you get to live another day." Ron was wincing at the pain being inflicted by the hold on his shoulder, "You-you can't do anything to me." Harry looked sceptical at this, it was Fred Weasley afterall.

"Can't I? It's a big Castle, Ronnie. Accidents happen." Fred's stare hadn't left Ron's eyes the whole time he spoke. A smirk forming on his face as if taking joy in the countless possibilities he had playing on his mind.

Noticing the poorly restrained fear spreading through his brother as Ron gulped thickly he lightened his grip knowing he's won.

"F-fine. Doesn't bother me anyway. Not like it's a huge inconvenience is it, Harry?" Ron tried to play the moment off cooly, though the panic was evident on his voice. "Not at all" Harry laughed but suddenly his expression soured. Looking forward to the entrance of the hall.

"Is that...Lucius?" The Weasleys heads turned to see the pale face of Malfoy striding towards them accompanied by Delores and...oh God. Freds blood ran cold.

"It is, and Titus Y/l/n! What are they doing here?" Ron growled.

"Danger. Danger. Danger." Fred mumbled from the side of his mouth, avoiding eye contact and looking quite nervous, though he played it off much better than his brother had. The boys looked up to him "You didn't..." they spat. Fred cleared his throat as a warning, and it worked just as well as a confession in Harry and Rons opinion, as the three adults approached.

"Potter." "Malfoy."

"Weasley." "Y/l/n."

"Eh-hem" the teens rolled their eyes. "Professor?"

"Tell me, Mr Weasley" she began, looking straight to Fred, "can you account for your whereabouts this afternoon?" "With these two."

"Where's your Twin?" Lucius rudely interrupted. "Haven't the foggiest. Since, ya know...I'm not with him." "It is strange" Umbridge began, "that you are without your Twin, seeing as how you are rarely to find one without the other." She giggled sickly. "Yeah, rarely. But not never."

At his words Lucius' expression became proud and more confident, turning to Delores now to speak. "He's the one. I'm sure of it." "The one what?"

"Enough of this. My daughter, where is she?" Titus interjects. "What...y/n? Stuffed if I know. Don't fancy myself much a snake charmer. What's with the interrogation?"

"Well it would seem, Mr Malfoy here has a rather interesting story to share on the topic of two seventh years strolling about Hogsmead not even an hour ago. A Weasley and-"

"My daughter. Where is she!?"

"I've already told you. I don't know!" Titus began advancing on Fred, rage burning clear in his eyes, "I'm warning you, Weasley. If you've in anyway involved yourself with y/n I will-"

"Dad?" A soft voice called from the end of the corridor. "Y/n." The girl looked around at the gathered group confusedly before stepping between Fred, Harry and Ron to embrace her Father in a quick greeting. "What are you doing here?" "Where have you been?" "Where-what? I've been-" "the Library perhaps?" Lucius raised a mocking brow. "What? No I-I was taking a walk by the Lake." "A likely story."

"Lucius here, tells me you were in Hogsmead with this boy." Titus gestures to Fred a venom held behind his voice.

Y/n looks over Fred with visible disgust, whilst he smiles coldly back. "Why on Earth would I ever surround myself with the likes of them?" She spits. Looking back to her Father as if highly insulted by his accusation.

Titus observes the interaction carefully as if watching for any weakness in their story. But he finds none. His expression softens as he turns back to his daughter completely. "I apologise, y/n/n. Lucius was obviously mistaken." He glares back over his shoulder to the blonde man who scoffs in response. "I would nev-" "Save it, Lucius." Titus growls. "But, Titus if I may, why would Mr Malfoy report this if it were not-" "you may not." The girls father puts an end to Umbridges interruption as she'd attempted to defend the other man. "I trust my daughter to know of the correct company to keep. Lucius was obviously mistaken and has by extension wasted my time."

Thankfully the adults were too busy bickering for anyone to notice the small smiles that threaten to break onto the faces of the gathered teenagers.

"I'm sorry, dear. I must be leaving now and I hope your studies are going well." "They are Dad, I'll write you and Mum tonight to fill you in on everything. Just as I always do." Y/n smiled. Titus pulled his daughter in for a final hug, placing a soft kiss to her forehead before turning to leave, with a last menacing glare to Delores and Lucius he walked away.

"Well. That will be all, the four of you off to your Common rooms immediately to prepare for dinner. Mr Malfoy if you'd follow me I'll escort you from the Castle." Umbridge spoke.

Harry and Ron couldn't contain their giggles at the insulted reaction shown by Malfoy as he turned to leave.

Lucius took one final look over his shoulder to the teens, who had not moved, being met with the taunting smile and small wave of y/n with Fred now standing confidently beside her.

Once finally out of sight the couple fell into hysterics, Fred wrapping an arm around y/ns shoulder as they laughed.

"What the bloody hell did you two do!?" Ron asked through a wide grin. "Just took a quick trip into town that's all..." "Safe to say our secrets out, Freddie." Y/n whispered to him as she noted all the students watching the group, paying particular attention to Freds arm around her. "Secret? You kidding! You two are the most obvious people on the planet!" Harry quipped. "George has been taking bets on how long it'll take for you two to just come out and admit it." "I know." Spoke Fred, "I had Colin Creevey place 7 Sickles on it for me." "You bet on us!?" "The odds were on my side! But thanks to Malfoy date-crashing I'm out of it now."

"About that, how did you two get back here so fast?" Ron questions.

"We apparated to The Shack then hauled ass." Y/n answered. "The pros of being 17" Fred winked, pulling y/n back into his chest, resting his chin atop her head. As his arms wrapped around her she nestled herself comfortably within his embrace with a lovestruck smile.

"Right well, as amusing as that was, this-" Ron guestured to the couple, "is gonna turn my stomach. And I'm starving so, Harry, coming to get ready for dinner?" the bluntness causing his best friend to roll his eyes with a chuckle. "Yeah alright. And I'll be sure to tell George all about this if we run into him along the way." Harry joked, waving to the couple as they walked towards the Gryffindor common room.

They stood there for a moment, contently basking in each others warmth before y/n turned in place to face her boyfriend with a cheekily grin. "So, still think I need tips on how to lie?" Fred clicks his jaw as he pretends to be deep in thought. Nodding slowly as he answers, "yeah, yep. Absolutely." "I just successfully dooped not only my Father but Delores fucking Umbridge! Okay? I deserve a frickin' gold star."

Fred can't help but laugh at her comment. "Alright, first of all. 'Dooped'? That is the least cool thing you've ever said. Secondly, you're so cute when you get all sassy. And unfortunately for you, I'm fresh out of gold stars...but I'll happily reward you for that semi-decent performance." Y/ns mouth falls open at the last words, "semi-decent!?" Fred nods innocently, "You sir, are a twat!" She states firmly as she pushes out of his arms making the redhead laugh loudly.

Taking a strong grip to her wrist as she begins to walk away he pulls her back to him, wrapping an arm around her waist as the other fists the hair at the nape of her neck pulling her lips into his.

The kiss is hard and passionate, as if he's trying to make up for their spoiled date in this one moment. And it's working, fireworks erupt within y/ns chest as goosebumps spread over her skin and she can't help the soft moans that sound from her throat. It's perfect.

Fred smiles as he rests his forehead against hers, feeling like he's drunk an entire Cauldron of love potion. "You were brilliant today, love." He whispers. "Fred, that kiss was...wow." he hums in response. "I still want the star though." she goads making him roll his eyes and throw his head back in exasperation. She can feel the silent laughter radiate through his body as she holds him close bringing her head to rest against his chest.

Freds arms hold y/n tighter as he lets out a comfortable sigh, placing his head atop of hers. Eyes softly closing in complete bliss. As fun as all the sneaking around was he could get used to this. Holding her when, where and for as long as he wants? To Fred, that sounds exactly like Heaven.

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[kageyamavibes]

Little Things | Kageyama Tobio

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You huffed, tossing your phone over your bag. Kageyama really went from being flustered from your teasing to hitting back with your antics.

Your match was about to start, today was the day of your semi finals and final round for the national qualifiers. His text made you all fired up, not wanting to go home a loser. You'll never hear the end of Kageyama teasing you how you lost.

But you weren't going to lose that easily.

You were Karasuno's pride despite being a first year, almost every single one of your opponents feared you in the field. The announcer had called on the semi finalist on the women's 100 meter sprint, your team mates cheered you on, hyping you even further to win your game. As soon as you were in the starting line, all eyes are on you.

You took a deep breath, inhaling the familiar scent of the sun and field. You focused on the line ahead of you, determined to go off in a blast.

Bang

You sprung on your feet, exhaling sharply as you maintained your rhythm, your legs moving in sync with the wind. You hear nothing but your steady breath and the pounding of your chest. You were in the lead, but you still were determined to win and leave them all behind in dust, pushing yourself even further, with one last spring, you had crossed the finish line first.

You yelled in victory pumping your fist in the air as everyone in your team chant your name, you bowed in gratefulness, you entered the final round at ease but you still weren't taking things easily.

Suddenly one of your opponents tapped your shoulder, you turned around looking at her.

“I’ll beat you in the finals.”

You stared at her, she was determined, she bowed leaving you behind speechless. You smiled to yourself walking away from your opponent, meeting your team mates.

Meanwhile, Kageyama felt alone without you to bug him. He was hanging around with Hinata, checking his phone every single time waiting for an update on your matches. He found himself blushing shoving his phone back to his pocket. Why am I even doing this?

His phone suddenly buzzed, he excitedly took out his phone reading your text message excitedly.

“Was than y/n-san?”

“Yes why?”

“You look so proud.”

“Shut up, boke.”

~

Hours later, Kageyama rushed out of the class leaving behind his stunned classmates. He looked at the time and it was already 3:15, it was a good thing the field was almost a 10 minute run. He didn’t know why he was eager to watch you from your final match, but he still wanted to go and see you.

He arrived at the venue minutes later, panting hard as he searched for you in the fields. The booming voice of the announcer filled the air, announcing the final 5 contenders of the 100 meter dash finals. At the mention of your name, you can hear the Karasuno track team’s uproar along with Kageyama’s flustered yosh to himself. He looked at you, wearing a determined looked on your face, he felt proud seeing you stand up against Shiratorizawa, Aoba Johsai, Dateko, and Johzenji.

You didn't paid attention to everyone, your mind was focused, too focused on the finish line right in front of you. The whistle blew, signaling the players to their starting position. Everyone was quiet, anticipating the final round. You looked up, your eyes focused on the field in front of you.

Bang

Kageyama quietly watched, his hand clenched in excitement seeing you take the lead, the Johzenji girl was trying to close the gap between you. Even though Kageyama didn't understand much about the sport, he suddenly felt interested when he saw you go on full sprint mode, leaving everyone behind. His mouth fell agape, he was too mesmerized at you.

You were about to cross the finish line when the Johzenji girl still tried to caught up, Kageyama was tensed for a minute, but when you pulled off a little spring dash you aimed for the gold, bagging the spot for the nationals.

You yelled in victory once more, pumping your arms in mid air in excitement. The Karasuno track team surrounded you, hugging you and congratulating you from your victory. You bowed, thanking them for their full support.

"Hey."

You turned around, seeing Karasuno's setter with a smirk on his face. You excitedly dashed to him, hugging him impulsively. You felt Kageyama tense, his body turning hard as a rock. His face was beet red from being too shock from your sudden affection. He was close to malfunctioning any moment now.

"I won! I won, idiot! That's a point for me! Did you see that? I told you I'll whoop their ass!"

Kageyama nodded in response, putting his hand softly at your back. So this is a hug he thought.

"Tobio! I'm going to Nationals!"

"Yes you are."

"So you also have to beat Shiratorizawa's asses so we can both go right?"

Kageyama had a smile on his face, his heart was beating loudly in his chest. He was overwhelmed from your touch, you didn't stopped hugging him. You looked up to him with bright eyes, he can feel himself melting from your adorableness.

"Tobio! I'm so so so happy I could kiss you right now!"

You two blushed madly from your words, staring at each other wide in shock. You felt like an idiot with your words.

Kageyama stared at you, his hand cupping your cheeks before he leaned down planting a gentle kiss you on your lips.

When he realized what he had done, he froze.

"I'm sorry I–"

"It's okay."

"Y/N"

You looked at Kageyama, he was staring at you seriously, his lips pursed. He took a deep breathe before he spoke.

"I think you are the perfect spike whenever I set the ball."

"Huh???"

You stared at him, his cheeks turned pink before he turned his gaze away from you. You were about to question him when you realized what he said. Oh.

Oh

"Tobio, I like you."

His eyes went wide, he went giddy for a moment before he grabbed you softly pulling you in an awkward hug.

"I have a little problem though"

"What?"

"I don't know how relationships work, I want to be with you but I—"

"I don't know how either, but we can manage can we?"

You can feel Kageyama's body relax hugging you tighter

"Of course we can."

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[chocolatemin]

word count: 7.3k

genre: soulmate au, fantasy, fluff, angst

synopsis: It's been two years, and you still hasn't met your soulmate while everyone did, leading you to think that you are unfortunate and will probably live alone for the rest of your life, and your friend always on the go to help you and cheer you up, helping you feel a little less lonely, would you be able to overcome the loneliness or will your soulmate finally show up?

They say, once you turn sixteen, you’ll be able to find out your soulmate and the only connection with them is through your dream, except there’s one thing you won’t remember about your soulmate: their name, unless you have already met in person. Some are eager and excited to turn sixteen, ready to meet their soulmate; the others are terrified, especially those in a relationship, not wanting to leave their partner behind, afraid that their soulmate will not love them just as or more than their current partner. However, the case for you seems different, you haven’t seen your soulmate, never, in one of your dreams, and now, you are eighteen and still waiting for your soulmate to appear in your dream.

“Say, Kai, you’ve met your soulmate, right?” You ask your seatmate without sparing a glance and continue scribbling on your notebook while waiting for the last period to end.

“Yeah, you still haven’t met yours?” Huening Kai mumbles in a quiet voice, just enough for you to hear, not wanting to get caught.

“I just want to ask what it is like to meet them. What did you feel the first time your soulmate appeared?” 

“Didn’t you ask that for a hundred times already?” Your seatmate almost turned his head to you, confusion taking over his features, he meant no harm and he wanted to pat your back, he just didn’t want you to keep being insecured at him. 

“I want to experience that too.” Your shoulders slump and you heave a sigh which Huening Kai caught from his peripheral vision, he couldn’t endure you being sad and sneakily place his left hand on your back, giving you a pat, “I know you’ll meet them soon, trust me.” Turning your head to his direction, you saw him smiling at you. You can’t help but to return the smile, feeling a bit better. How can you just ignore his contagious bright smile?

Minutes passing felt like an eternity while your professor continued his lecture. You hear the bell ring, signalling your professor for dismissal. Lost in your own thoughts, you didn’t notice the professor leaving the room and your classmates standing up to fix their things. You stare blankly at your notebook while you slowly tap your pen continuously. You hear a loud sound of a dropped object  from your right, causing you to flinch and turn your head, “Thank goodness you’re back!” Huening Kai shook his head while he fixed his things inside his bag, lips forming into a thin line, “Why must you slam your bag on the table? You could’ve tapped my shoulder,” You stood up from your seat, finally arranging your belongings.  

“I wanted to try something different today,” he giggles before making a peace sign with his hand, you shake your head and he laughs at your reaction, “I thought, tapping your shoulder might not work anymore. Well, recently, I’ve been tapping your shoulders for about three to five times and you still don’t snap out of your trance.”

“Wait, did our professor give homework?” You asked, slinging your bag on your shoulder, tilting your head to the side. 

“Nope.”

“Thanks for walking me home, Kai.” You elbow the young man beside you lightly, while your hands are fixed on the straps of your bag on your side. You turn your heel to face him with a faint smile on your face, the young man beside you returns the smile and nod, “That’s what best friends are for!”

“Head home safely.”

“Our houses are literally beside each other!” 

“Oops, I forgot.” 

You fished the key from your pocket and inserted it to the door, you heard a soft click and entered. “I’m home!” You spoke loudly while you took off your shoes before heading to your room. 

You drop your bag to the chair and let out a sigh as the feeling of loneliness still lingers in your heart, shaking your head and you make your way to the bathroom to take a quick shower. The warm water hitting your skin gently soothes your uneasy mind and aching heart, and slowly helps you forget about your worry for a while. You hear knocks from the door of your room followed by the calm voice of your mother, “Come down, sweetie. The dinner’s ready.” 

“I’ll be there in a minute!” You yelled from the bathroom, quickly wrapping your body with a towel, before jumping out of the shower, heading to the mirror to dry your hair swiftly. You wore a light blue pair of pyjamas, with cherries as its design, one of your favorites. You quietly head outside your room and rush downstairs, not wanting to keep everyone waiting. 

The dinner is awfully quiet, no one dared to speak, probably having their bad days too. You are used to this, even though this does not occur quite often, you tried striking a conversation before and failed nonetheless, so you did not bother to try anymore. You volunteered to wash the dishes, so that they can rest early and prevent them to start bickering at each other on how tired they were and arguing over who's going to wash the dishes. You carefully dry the plates before placing them on the cabinet and removing the apron after.

You turn off the lights on your way to your room and go to the bathroom to brush your teeth. You plop down on your bed, your body facing towards the ceiling and your thoughts instantly wander on your soulmate, questions start to fill your head. From questions such as: 'Why hasn't my soulmate shown up in my dreams? It's already been like two years?'; 'I'll be turning college in the next few months and I still haven't met my soulmate, would I feel out of place?'; 'Will someone make fun of me for not being able to meet my soulmate yet?' to 'Do I even have a soulmate to begin with?'

Tears start to fill your vision, causing it to become blurry and your breathing gradually becoming uneven. You sob quietly, burying your hands on your face, not wanting the world to see you crying over this thing, not wanting the world to pity you. After about twenty minutes of crying to yourself, sleepiness started making its way on you.

"Why are you crying?" Your head immediately turns to find the owner of the voice, "W-who are you?" You are confused, you were just in your bed minutes ago, and now you are sitting on grass near a lake.

"It doesn't matter, answer my question first." Your eyes traveled to the forest on your right, where the deep, honey voice came from. "Where are you?"

Seconds passed and you did not receive an answer, you cleared your throat, "It was a bad day." You turn to face the lake in your front before lowering your head, loneliness starts to creep up on you and tears slowly brimming in your eyes, just being reminded of your day adds up to the dread you are feeling, you covered your face in frustration.

You feel a warm hand over your shoulder and hear a shuffling noise beside you, "Who are you?"

"Your soulmate, Kang Taehyun."

You immediately turn your head to him, looking like an absolute mess; eyes raw from crying, tear-stain and flushed cheeks, seeing your soulmate looking like an actual angel or something straight out of a comic book, almost surreal-- his eyes are big and pretty, a perfect nose, and soft, pink lips, made you self-conscious and embarrassed, “Sorry, you have to see me like this in our first meeting.” He shook his head and gave you a smile, you noticed that he has dimples on both sides, making him even more handsome. He brought his hand over your face, caressing your cheeks before wiping off your tears using his thumb and inched closer to you. 

"I'm so happy to finally meet you, I've been waiting diligently for you to show up." You spoke softly, voice almost cracked, your throat became dry due to crying.

"I'm glad, but it was my fault, I've been a coward. I couldn't bring myself to get out and stop hiding behind the trees," Taehyun sighed, ashamed of his cowardice, "I understand if you get mad at me... I am so sorry." Without further thinking, you get on your knees before wrapping your arms around his shoulder, shifting the weight to Taehyun that caused him to lose his balance and you both fell to the ground, with your body on top of his. Taehyun placed his arms around your waist and he whispered an apology.

"I can't be mad at you, but I'm hurt. I forgive you though, I am rather thankful that you finally stepped out of that forest," you nuzzle your head further on his neck, "I thought I was alone all the time and something was wrong with me for not being able to meet my soulmate."

Taehyun gently strokes your hair, something that really annoys you if anyone does that, but to your surprise, Taehyun doing it makes you feel safe and cared for. After some time of talking and cuddling as you both lie down on grass, you did not notice that the continuous stroking of your hair is already lulling you to sleep, unconsciously making you close your eyes, and the last thing you heard before the pitch black darkness pull you to a deep slumber was Taehyun's muffled voice.

"Good night, my soulmate."

“Good morning, Kai Kamal Huening!” 

The greeting took your best friend by surprise, furrowing his eyebrows at you, you can’t help but to laugh at the funny face he made, “Wow, you seem to be in a good mood today.” 

“Of course! Why shouldn’t I?” You broke into a wide grin. Huening Kai couldn’t hide the smile forming on his face, it’s been a while since the last time he saw you happy and smiling widely. Taking the bus, it took you a good twenty minutes to arrive early, just as usual, earning more time for the both of you to chit-chat. Huening Kai learned that you met your soulmate last night, he was glad and happy for you. 

“It is nice seeing you all bubbly and giddy,” you look up to Huening Kai, who is sitting across you, taking a bite of his food, you can hear the sincerity in his voice, “it’s been quite a long time since you last talked a lot. I’m happy for you.” 

“Thanks for cheering me up whenever I needed it.” 

“Don’t mention it. I got you.” 

The day passed, without you noticing that it’s already your last period for the day, except you were in a different class from Huening Kai today. You listened intently to the professor, taking down notes, making sure that you only included the important parts, it is your favorite subject anyway. 

“Greeks believed that in the beginning, there were three parents: Sun, Moon, and Earth. From the Sun was produced the man; from earth, the woman; from the Moon, the androgyne. Each of these three was a double, one head with two faces looking out in opposite directions, four arms and legs, and two sets of genitalia.”

“Humans were very powerful creatures, fearless and strong, and even dared to threaten the Gods. They threatened to conquer them and rule in their stead and become the new Gods.”

“According to the Greek Philosopher Plato: Gods feared their power, Zeus split them into two separate parts, condemning them to spend their lives in search of their other halves.”

Yedam, the genius of the class, raised his hand before standing up, “But Sir, the humans lived in despair, they started to starve themselves to death. And Apollo was instructed to rejoin them temporarily and moved their genitals to the belly side of the body.” 

Yedam went back to his seat, Professor Choi cleared his throat, “Yes, that is right. So, he sewed them up, reconstituted their body forms and just left the navel as the only reminder of their original form,” taking a short pause, “humans went from double face and double sex creatures with eight limbs, to single faced ones of a single sex, with two arms and two legs. And they forever longed for their soul and physical other half. ”

Everyone went ‘ooh’, fascinated by the theory.

“Not only that, and according to the myth, when these two halves find each other, there will be a silent understanding of one another, they will feel joined and exist with each other in unison and they will know no greater joy than that.” 

“Whether this Soulmate story is purely a myth, or there is some truth in it, we’ll never know, but please respect each other’s belief.” Professor Choi beamed a smile before gathering his books, carrying them in his left arm, “Do you have any questions?”

“None, sir.” Your class answered in chorus.

“Well then, I hope you learned a lot, or even a thing or two from our lesson. We’ll have a test next meeting, don’t pressure yourselves too much. Just do your best, alright?”

“Yes, Professor Choi.”

“You are now dismissed. See you, class. Head home safely.” Professor Choi waved before leaving the room.

Professor Choi always treated his students like children of his own, he always shows his students that he cares, and that he can be trusted with their problems. He gives advice whenever a student approaches him to talk about a problem; whether a relationship problem, problems regarding oneself or even family problems. That is the reason he is your favorite among all your subject teachers. You gather your things, leaving the classroom to wait for your best friend outside the building. You are still mesmerized by the lesson, walking obliviously, you didn’t notice that you already reached your meeting place. You feel a hand grab your arms, regaining your self, you look up to see who it is.

“Oh, Kai.” 

“Watch where you’re going, your mind is wandering far away again.” Huening Kai shakes his head.

“By the way, do you have any plans tomorrow?” You asked, having a hard time catching up to Huening Kai’s long strides, “But importantly, can you slow down? You are walking so fast.”

“It’s not my fault your legs are short.” Huening Kai retorted, erupting into a fit of giggles, you smack his arm, “You’re just too tall!” You yelled, earning a laugh from your best friend, that sooner slows down so that you could keep up to him, “You haven’t answered my question, are you hiding something from me?” You eyed him suspiciously, giving him a glare which he stammered in response, you notice how his cheeks instantly turn crimson.

“Is there anything to hide from you?” The young man beside you snickered, “I was just thinking of what I should buy tomorrow for my soulmate. So in case we meet one day, I have something for her. What about you?”

“Oh, right, your family is going on a two-day trip tomorrow. Don’t forget to buy me a souvenir!” You beamed a smile, “My plans for tomorrow are to eat and to sleep.”

“Yeah, you would say that.” 

"Taehyun, don't you find the concept of forgetting your soulmate's name every morning absurd?" Sitting beside each other, you lean your head over to his shoulder, grabbing his hand, intertwining it with yours.

"Not really."

"Oh, why?"

"I think that keeps the enthusiasm high and thrill on finding your soulmate. You'd be very excited to meet your soulmate, not only because you will finally see them, but also to finally remember their name, without forgetting it."

"You do have a point."

"The only thing we forget every morning is just each other's name, but not the memory of what happened."

"Yeah, you're right."

Using your free hand, you started to fiddle with the hem of your shirt as you try to recall your dreams. You have not thought that through, why did you realize that just now? Since Taehyun appeared in your dreams, you haven't forgotten a single thing, all the memories are fresh and vivid from the time you wake up and up until now.

Having him around gives a pleasant feeling, like a cool morning breeze in spring and the scent of chamomiles. Taehyun was always gentle and thoughtful, straightforward but caring. He is the epitome of perfection, though no one is perfect, but Taehyun seems to surpass the known saying. It's been quite a long time since you two have met, you've been constantly meeting each other for about a month now. You envied your best friend for being able to meet his soulmate in person, the day his family went on a trip. Not only did he buy you lots of souvenirs but he also brought lots of stories, including how he met his soulmate.

"Do you think we'll be able to see each other soon?"

"Of course, why do you ask?"

"I just can't wait to see you. I bet you are far more handsome in person than in our dream." You chuckle lightly to hide the embarrassment, you mentally slap yourself from the slip of the tongue.

Taehyun laughs before shaking his head, he then pulls you into his lap, hugging your body while his other hand plays with your hair. One thing you learned during one month is that Taehyun is clingy. He loves affection, he loves touching you: pulling you closer to snuggle, holding your hand, leaning his head on your shoulder, caressing your hair, and so on. You find it cute and endearing.

"I don't want this dream to end." You speak softly, feeling the drowsiness make its way to you, "I want to stay for a bit longer."

You yawn, burying your head further against his chest, you can feel his chest rising up and down slowly.

"Neither do I, but we have to. Oh, and you have a test on your first subject right?"

"Yes, I did study but I'm not confident."

"I know you'll ace the test."

"You have more faith in me than I have for myself," you laugh before continuing, "can I get a good luck at least?"

"Do you think you'll be able to perfect the test now?" You can hear the smugness on his voice.

"You're getting ahead of yourself."

"Am I really?" Taehyun mocked.

"I was going to say that first, but here you go." You feel a warm sensation and a fuzzy feeling in your chest as Taehyun places a gentle, lasting kiss on the top of your head, your face immediately heats up from your soulmate's bold move. Sighing in defeat, "Yes, I do feel confident now."

"That's my girl."

"Yah! Kai Kamal Huening! Wait for me!"

"Quiet down, the whole city can hear your voice!"

"Why are you walking like that?"

Struggling to keep up with the tall lad, you walked behind him instead while holding onto his backpack.

"I'm in a hurry today, I have a formal dinner to attend to. Don't you remember?"

"Pancakes, we could've taken a bus!"

"Why didn't I think of that earlier?"

You rolled your eyes, irritated by your friend's amazing life choice. Shaking your head, you jog beside him, "You know what? You'll get home all sweaty anyway."

"So, what are you trying to say?"

"I couldn't let this chance slip away!" You hear Huening Kai's voice from behind as he chases after you.

Smiling to yourself, "the last one to reach our neighbourhood has to pay for the food the next time we hangout!" You smiled cheekily before sprinting off, the cold breeze slipping past your body.

Luckily, the two of you are already quite near your neighbourhood, making it easier for you to win. You huffed from the lack of air, taking heavy breaths after stopping on your tracks.

"Hey! You cheated!" Heuning Kai spoke, panting heavily, clutching on his knees as he inhaled air.

"You always say that whenever you lose to me!" You turn to face Huening Kai.

"No, it's because you always cheat!"

"Just accept your defeat!" You laugh, patting his shoulder.

"I want another round!"

"Fine. The first to reach one's house will get to decide where to eat, and the last will have to pay."

"Sounds good." Huening Kai nods.

"3... 2... 1!"

Both of you dashed all the way to your houses. You feel your legs giving out, tired from running, but you cannot lose to that competition, you paid for both of you last time, you couldn't let your wallet suffer again, especially to the hands of your best friend. He purposely picks the expensive food, just to annoy you, since you cannot say no. It's time for you to get back to him.

"I'm first!" You and Huening Kai yelled in unison, you turn to face each other while standing in front of each other's houses, shock evident on your faces.

"No! Me!" You both speak at the same time.

"No! It's me!" Huening Kai sticks his tongue out to you, until, "Inside. Now."

You both turned your heads to the owner of the voice and saw Huening Kai's mother, standing in an elegant dress at the doorstep, with an annoyed expression.

"Auntie, sorry for bringing Kai late. I asked him to wait for me." You went over to Kai and bowed down to her mother, you sneakily nudged the guy beside you and he muttered thanks under his breath.

"Ah, is that so? I understand, you shouldn’t be left walking alone at night."

"I'm sorry for causing trouble, auntie."

Huening Kai's mother shook her head then smiled at you, "No, it's all good. I'm glad to hear that Hyuka is being responsible."

"I believe you should get going now, Kai." He nods before giving you a wave, parting ways with you.

You smile at his mom and bow once more, before heading back to your house. It must be nice to grow up in a wealthy family, you thought.

Putting the unnecessary thoughts away, you make your way to your room, just as usual, dropping off your bag on the chair and head to the bathroom to wash your body. Somehow, you didn't feel like eating, besides, your parents are away until tomorrow night, you don't really have to force yourself to eat. It's not that you are too lazy to cook for yourself, but there is something inside you that makes you feel uneasy and empty.

I wonder what it is.

Draping the blanket over your body, you took one last glance on the clock, which says 9:45, after finishing all your homework and studying, you can now finally get some rest. Your legs ache due the p.e. class today and all the running on your way home.

You closed your eyes, drifting into dreamland.

You spotted Taehyun sitting cross-legged on your usual spot, his back facing you, “Looks like you slept with your uniform on,” you sat on his left, nudging his side, giggling.

“Well yeah, I knocked out as soon as my body came in contact with the bed,” Taehyun scratched the back of his head.

“That’s fine, you must be tired, eh?” You motioned him to move closer to you, “Why don’t you rest your head on my lap?”

“That’s a good idea,” Taehyun smiled before laying down on the grass, resting his head on your lap. You gently caress his soft locks, trying not to burst from the fuzzy feeling and butterflies erupting in your stomach, and a comforting silence enveloped the both of you.

Minutes passed and you are startled by Taehyun, who suddenly jolted up from his position, turning to face you, “I just remembered, I was supposed to show you something!” Taehyun looks adorable, his eyes twinkling, and his mouth agape.

“Really, what is it?” Taehyun gestured you to get up, offering you his hand which you gladly took.

“Something I found there,” he says as he points towards the forest, “don’t worry, it’s not scary there.” He pulls you beside him, his arm draped over your shoulder as you enter the forest. You realize that it isn’t really scary inside, as the moon is brightly illuminating the path, and is rather mystical, there are floating balls of different colored lights around and even fireflies.

You notice something glowing in the middle of the forest, “What’s that?”

He squints his eyes towards the glowing light, “Wait, let me take a closer look at it first,” he signals you to step aside and wait for him as he takes careful steps towards the object.

“Oh, this is really beautiful,” he turned his head to you, “come over here!”

“Wow, that’s a really pretty flower. Is this the thing you wanted to show me?” You ask.

“Yes, but it looks different now, it isn’t glowing the last time I saw it.” He turns to face you, extending his hand to you, “May I hold your hand?”

You smile, placing your hand over his, but instead, your hand passed through his.

Taehyun looks at you, completely taken aback, “What was that?!” 

He stepped closer to you, moving his hand over to your cheek, and you saw how his hand slipped through. 

“What is happening?” You took a few steps back. 

“I don’t know... let’s try again.” This time it is you, pulling him to a hug but fails.

“Why can’t I touch you?” You asked, heart thumping loudly in your chest, you don’t feel good about this.

“Look! The moon is disappearing! We have to wake up now!” Taehyun pointed his hand to the moon that is currently fading while the two of you get dizzy, your surroundings disappearing to the void of darkness.

“Taehyun-”

Taehyun’s eyes flutter open, a heavy feeling lingering on his heart. He slid his hand inside his pocket and took out a piece of paper, “Why are the letters all messed up?” Trying to recall the memory, he remembered writing his soulmate’s name on the paper, along with a number, 1107, using a pen from his other pocket,  “but I can clearly read the date.. Why is that?” 

Taehyun got up from his bed to prepare for the day, putting aside the uneasy feeling, hoping that things will go back to normal later.

On the other hand, you are currently lying on your bed, distracted by the recent happening. You can’t seem to figure out the reason why you cannot touch your soulmate, it happened too fast, you were just walking through the woods, holding each other, and in a snap, your hands were already passing through each other's bodies.

Kai kept rambling beside you on your way to school but every word he said had gained no attention from you, it was just passing through your other ear and went out with your other ear.

"Why am I still talking? You're not even listening."

"Oh, sorry, what was it again?"

"I asked if you and your parents are free later, Mom kept insisting-- no, bugging me to ask you to have dinner with us this week."

"Oh, have you forgotten? They're out until later night. Maybe on Saturday?" You turn your head to his direction and you see him nod.

"Well then, it's settled. Saturday night at 8. I'll just message Mom later." Huening Kai stuffed his hand into his pockets.

"Alright, tell her I really miss her cooking." You waved before parting ways, heading to your first class for the day.

You really tried your best to listen to what your prof has to say, but no, your mind wouldn't let you. Suddenly, you felt your phone vibrate from your pocket, glancing around you, you then pulled your phone to see the notification. It is from the one and only, Huening Kai. You shook your head before reading the text.

Huening Cat: this class is rlly boring istg!!

You: omg stop messaging me!!

Huening Cat: no i wont :ppp

You: i'm not a delinquent like u

You immediately hid your phone in your pocket again, picking up your pen, back on taking notes. You feel your phone vibrating non-stop, Kai is spamming you messages and you're getting annoyed.

Thankfully, the class is almost finished, all you need to do is wait for a few more minutes. Just as the professor stepped out of your room, you pulled out your phone and saw thirty three unread messages from your best friend, majority of those are nonsense and lame jokes until you read the last message.

Huening Cat: I've heard there will be a transfer student next week. Wanna bet things?

You: can't u just stop messaging me? classes are literally ongoing u dolphin :P

He didn't reply after that and is probably heading to the lab for his chemistry class. Of course, you had each other's schedules memorized.

You sat down on your usual table, near the window. Poking a hole using the straw, you sipped on your favorite drink, strawberry milk, while you waited for your Kai to arrive. You saw him enter the cafeteria, busy eyes scanning for you, you ducked, trying to hide but failed, soon saw your friend already walking towards your seat with a smile placed on his handsome face.

"You look like an idiot."

"So do you, excuse you," you roll your eyes at him.

"How come I am too?" He pulls the chair, settling down across your seat.

"Nothing in particular, you just look like one," you laugh while he makes a sign that he is going to flick your forehead but it was just a threat.

"I heard it's a guy," Kai spoke out of the blue.

"Where did that even come from?"

"Our prof accidentally spilled the tea," he giggles cutely, "it was really funny. The look on Professor Suh– he was even surprised."

"I think you should stop using the bird app for a while, you're using too much slang in one day," you shook your head, smile forming on your face, "but I can imagine Professor Suh looking very surprised."

"Maybe he forgot to drink his coffee?"

You try to suppress a laugh from Kai's remark, Professor Johnny Suh has been quite popular in your school, not only for his good looks and being a great prof but because his family owns a coffee shop near your school and his father is in charge of brewing and making delicious kinds of coffees, and students often drop by there every morning.

The day went smoothly than you imagined, having no interruptions and all, you weren't distracted by the happening last night, the feeling still lingers but you somehow learned a lot and managed to get high scores on your surprise tests. Unfortunately, Kai had to stay for a while in the indoor court for their upcoming basketball match next month for a meeting and it was an urgent one, so you are here walking home all by yourself. You are kind of missing your friend's annoying voice but you aren't feeling lonely, there were times in the past like this. Kicking the pebble in front of your house, you stepped inside the house with heavy steps.

No one knows this little habit of yours whenever your parents are not around– skipping dinner. It makes you feel lonely, dining by yourself, and you didn't want to feel that. After drying your hair, you went straight to bed, looking forward to what your dream has to offer tonight, despite the occurrence, though you are quite unsettled and unsure.

You see Taehyun, standing near the lake, looking up to the moon with his hands inside his pockets.

Grinning, "Taehyunie!"

He feels his heart skip a beat from the nickname, blush automatically creeping up to his face, "Oh hey, angel," a smile makes its way to Taehyun's face.

You rush to him with your arms open wide, ready to tackle him with a hug, but instead, you fall to the ground, face first.

"My angel! Are you hurt?" You look up to see Taehyun offering his hand to you which you tried taking but just like last night, your hand slipped through his. So instead, you stood up all by yourself.

"No, I'm okay," you shook your head laughing off the embarrassment, "what happened by the way?"

"It seems like we can't still touch each other, I saw you running towards me and I didn't even budge but I am surprised that I wasn't able to catch you," Taehyun looked down, disappointment in his eyes.

"Don't worry I'm fine-"

"This isn't fine, I cannot hold you, you cannot hold me, and this is our only way of seeing each other." Taehyun interrupted your sentence, you can feel how hurt he is.

"Everything will be okay, soon." You try to console him, raising your hand to pat his back, but you realize that it won't work so you smiled instead.

"I hope so, because I can't really stand us being like this."

Before you could speak, your surroundings started to fade, pitch black engulfing the both of you.

"What is this?" You sound terrified.

The place lit up with cryptic messages kind of and you stepped closer to each other, bringing your hands over your chest. It looks like you are inside a computer system, your surroundings filled with incomprehensible letters in green, sort of a different language, and to be honest, it creeps you out. A message flashes in front you two.

"This is a notice to those who haven't met their soulmates,"

Your heart starts to beat crazily, the message too bad for your liking, you loathed the way it started, but even so, the next message shocked you the most.

"the soulmate system will vanish at 16:00, the day after tomorrow. Those who haven't met their soulmate in person until the last day will be free forever to love the person they want."

You glance at Taehyun and see him with his mouth agape, obviously shocked too, his eyes glinting utter disappointment and sadness.

"Signing off, the Creators."

Your surroundings gradually returned to how it used to be like, unlike the two of you, still left in shock. You cannot move, as if you are frozen on your spot, only after trying to regain your normal breathing pattern you become able to move.

"Okay, so what was that?! We won't be able to see each other anymore after that?" You turned to Taehyun, looking absolutely shocked and terrified at the same time.

"We need to be quick, we have to meet each other before the soulmate system disappears–" Taehyun pauses to meet your eyes, "unless you want to spend the rest of your life with me…"

"If only you want to…"

The last words are almost whispered, but you are still able to catch it with your ears.

Oh how badly you want to hold him right now.

"Of course, Taehyun. I want to."

You see him flash a bright smile contrasting with the sadness in his eyes, "We don't have much time left, I believe."

"I think so too. What are we going to do now? But I don't think we will be able to meet soon," You bit your lip, unsure of what to do.

Seconds pass and the atmosphere is getting heavy.

"I think we can do something about that," Taehyun smirked, as if he outsmarted a genius, "Don't worry, we'll be fine."

"Don't tell me-"

"Yes, my love, we are going to defy the system." Taehyun steps closer to you, one hand in his pocket and the other one pointing to the night skies.

"How are we going to do that?" You are curious about his idea.

"Let's just say I found a loophole in the system," Taehyun pulled a pen from his pocket, and you only notice now that he is wearing his uniform again, "last night, while I was waiting for you, I wrote your name on a piece of paper along with a date."

"The ink remained, however, I couldn't read your name, the letters are all messed up but the date."

"So that means, everything we brought to sleep, just like this pen, stays in our dream, and everything we take from here stays when we wake up."

"How did you know that?"

Taehyun got taken aback by your question, "Uh, I remember picking a flower before and when I wake up, I am still holding it," he scratches the back of his head.

"That's so cool!" You are amazed by Taehyun's discoveries.

"Yes, but that's not the point."

"Oh right, sorry." Taehyun just smiles at you.He wanted to pinch your cheeks because of how cute you are right now, but he knows better.

"So, back to what I'm saying, we can write anything, except our names and be able to see and read it when we wake up."

You nod, "And what is the plan?"

"We'll write a location on our arms, on where we are going to meet, in case our memory starts fading due to the removal of the soulmate system."

"Oh my god, Taehyun! You're a genius!" You exclaim.

"And since we don't have much time, we have to think right now."

You squint to see his school logo, "Oh, your school isn't that far from our school, I think we could meet up somewhere between the distance of our schools," you paused, contemplating if your question makes sense, "What time does your class end?"

"Around five pm."

"Mine ends at exactly four thirty. I think you can meet me somewhere nearer your school, since I have a bit more time than you."

"Should we meet at the park then?"

"That will do."

"Okay, so we can write that on our arms," Taehyun handed you the pen, and you proceeded to write the said location.

"Are you sure this will work?" You ask Taehyun as soon as you finish writing on your arm, handing him back the pen so he could write on his arm too.

"Not really, but there's no harm in trying, right?" Taehyun looked up to you, "This is the only solution I can think of."

"I trust you, Taehyun." You gave him a bittersweet smile, feeling your heart ache from the uncertainty, but Taehyun returned the smile nevertheless.

"Say you'll remember me, Taehyun," you feel tears welling up from your eyes, "If ever we fail, know that I will never forget you, my mind may forget, but heart never forgets." 

"I'll forever treasure our memories deep in my heart," you sobbed, eventually Taehyun does too, "it's such a shame we only had a month."

"That is my fault, I did not show up earlier." Taehyun wants to hold you, pull you to an embrace, place reassuring kisses on the crown of your head but he can't which makes the situation worse.

"Keep in mind, angel, I love--"

Your eyes shot open, feeling the hot tears streaming from your eyes. You cover your face with your hands, crying your heart out. It is too early to cry, and you still have classes to attend to but you couldn't care any less. You take a look at your arm and see that the location is still there, so you get up from your feet to write it on your notebook and prepare breakfast even if you are still crying. Your tears start drying out while you eat your breakfast and regain your composure as you finish. You did your usual routine and waited for Kai outside your house.

"Why are your eyes like that? Did you cry?" Huening Kai grabbed your arm, concern written all over his face. You shook your head, quickly dismissing off the question which Huening Kai understood. The walk is quiet, and rather heavy, but Huening Kai chose to stay silent, not wanting to force you to talk or speak up about the reason behind your puffy eyes.

Thankfully, no one dared to question what happened to your eyes because you held your head down as soon as you reached the room, and you are lucky you are sharing the first class with your best friend. And your soulmate is right, memories from last night became hazy the more you try to remember it, all you remember is that you won't be able to see him again in your dreams if you don't meet him later and writing on your arm is a really good idea. You can't relax even for a minute knowing that you won't be able to remember him at all if you failed to meet up before 6 pm. You told Huening Kai your situation during lunch break and you are uneasy throughout the day, Huening Kai can't help but to feel bad knowing that he couldn't lend you help. He won't be able to go with you since he has practice after class but you told him it's fine and that you understand, and you are old enough to walk alone. You promised to text him as soon as you get home.

You waited impatiently for your last class to finish, glancing on the clock from time to time, and as soon as your professor exited the room, you quickly gathered your things and rushed outside of your room. You texted Kai that you're on your way to the meeting place, taking a bus. By the time you reached the park, it was already five forty pm. You turned your head from side to side, looking for a sign of your soulmate. 

You tapped your feet nervously while you waited for your soulmate to arrive, heart pounding loudly in your chest. You feel your stomach churn from being anxious, you take a look on the time on your phone, 5:50 pm. Saying that you're not losing hope would be a lie, you feel your warm tears starting to pool in your eye, you can barely remember now why you decided to pick the park out of all the places you could've possibly meet. Just as you are about to burst and sob, you heard a soft voice from your right.

“Is that you?” You look up to see a familiar face, a familiar pair of eyes. You immediately knew who it was, rushing to him, “yes, it’s me, y/n.”

“It feels nice to finally meet you,” the brown haired lad stretched out his hand to you, “your soulmate, Kang Taehyun.”

The way he introduced himself seemed familiar to you, “this time, I wouldn't forget your name anymore,” you feel your tears streaming down your face, from all the emotions you are all feeling right this moment, “c-can I hug you?”

He chuckles, wiping your tears before pulling you into his embrace which you immediately melted on, brushing your hair using his right hand, “I love you, y/n.” You feel him place a soft kiss on your forehead and you feel your heart flutter, this time it wasn't a dream anymore.

You hear a loud striking sound of a grandfather clock ringing in your ears, causing you to flinch and step back from Taehyun's arms, “Did you hear that too?” You asked, glancing over to your sides to see if there's someone in the park aside from you and Taehyun. “Yes,” he glanced on his watch, “it's already 6:01, that must be the signal that the soulmate system vanishes forever.”

“Thank goodness we made it on time,” you flash a smile while you take his hand from his side, “Taehyun...” You saw him nod in anticipation to your next words.

“I’m in love with you,” your face heats up from your boldness, “and I’m glad I’d get to spend the rest of my life with you, my soulmate.”

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A LunaTic and her Gunn (Part 78)

🎀A Spy in the Watergate🎀

@creatureofthen1ght-v3

@lovemythsworld

@crystalbaby12

Luna's underneath Colson on the floor of The Bus. As he dips down to kiss her neck again, she places a palm on his forehead to stop him. Throwing her legs around his waist, she holds him hostage.

"Don't think because I'm a drunk crab that your dickhead ass is off the hook." She informs him.

"Yeah, yeeeaahhh..." He blows her off by kissing her hard on the mouth.

Even still annoyed with him, Luna can't resist Colson. His smell, his touch, his complete Assholeness. He's her own private addiction.

Heart racing as she kisses him back. Legs still around his waist. Colson's dick grows hard against her. Feeling her body flush, Luna pushes him off of her.

"Get me off of this fucking floor." She directs.

"For real, if y'all are gonna fuck get off the floor." Ashleigh throws out at them.

"I fuck where I waaaant!" Colson replies as he dry humps Luna.

Laughing and trying to wiggle away from him, she shouts "Get off me!"

"Fine. No fucking on the floor." Colson huffs as he helps Luna up, giving her a sly look. "For now."

Luna rolls her eyes as she plunks down next to Rook again, stating. "Something is really fucking wrong with him?" Both of them laughing at Colson's nonsense.

Proving her point, he walks up to Luna. Grabbing the back of her head and shoving her face into his groin. Bouncing it off of his jeans as she shrieks that she's going to Fucking kill him.

The Bus hits a bump causing Colson to lose his balance. Luna taking it as an opportunity to free herself. Pushing him, he stumbles across The Bus to the other couch. Luna pouncing on him.

Straddling him, Luna grabs his head. Shoving his face into her Hulk Hogan clothed breasts.

"How you like that?" She growls at him.

"Ahhhh!!! Tittie assault!!" Colson cries out in laughter.

"Y'all are fucking duuuumb!!" Slim hollers over them as Colson flips Luna onto her back, tickling her.

Half hanging off the couch, she yells "I'm gonna pee on you, if you don't stoooop!"

Letting her go, Luna scrambles to the bathroom as Colson starts singing Chappelle's Piss on You behind her.

🎶Imma pee on you. Drip, drip, drip

Yes I do. I wanna pee on you🎶

The Bus joining in with him singing. Luna saying she hates them ALLL when she comes back out. Grabbing a beer, she climbs onto Colson's lap. Calling him an Asshole before kissing him.

The rest of the 3hr ride to DC is filled with more teasing, pouring of shots, laughter, joints and music.

Everyone relieved that they made it out of Pennsylvania without losing anyone. Except for Luna. She never knew she was lost.

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Getting to DC before 1230A, they're booked at the legendary Watergate Hotel. Ashleigh heads to her room while Luna, Colson, The Band and some of The Crew head to the rooftop bar.

Continuing to drink as Luna quizzes the bartender about random facts regarding the historical building. Learning that Room 214 is no longer. Having been remodeled into a tourist attraction for the show Scandal.

"Idn't that about a bitch." Luna claims in disappointment.

Feeling her frustrated with pop culture the bartender tells her how the bar manager can point out all the windows in the office building that were involved in the scandal. He offers to get him for her to Luna's delight.

Colson teasing her how her nerd is showing. Yet, watches her adoringly as she excitedly interacts with the manager. Luna hanging on every word spoken.

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"You're such a dork." Colson laughs as Luna wigs out in giggles over the custom Stolen from Watergate pencils in their room. Already swearing she's keeping the keycard when she noticed it was printed with No Need To Break In.

Luna starts jumping up and down on the king sized bed. High. Like a little kid. Pulling Colson up to jump with her.

He continues laughing at her as she drunkenly shouts "Do you know how much history we're surrounded by!??"

Jumping off the bed, she asks him if he wants to play a game. He says Yes. Colson loves Luna's games.

"Let's play American Made. You can be the President...." She says.

Grabbing her travel bag before disappearing into the bathroom. Popping back out, she leans against the door frame. Dressed in a black latex corset and long latex gloves. She has on thigh highs with latex knee high stiletto boots. The riding crop dangling in her hand. With no panties. Colson salivates looking at her.

"And I, zee ruthlez zpy ired to teach zee bad, bad man zee lezzon." Luna's imitating an awful collection of accents as she stalks towards him.

Coming close, she drags the crop down his left cheek. Swatting it lightly, she demands he undress. Now. Swatting him again when he tries to speak.

"Ze do az I zay." She warns.

Colson drops his pants and yanks off his shirt. Dick standing at attention.

"Mmmm..." Luna says dragging the toy down the front of his body. Swatting him on the chest a little harder. "Turn." She demands.

Blue eyes daring Colson in a way they never have. He does as he's told. Luna drags the leather from the nape of his neck, down to his lower back. Causing him yelp when she makes the stick whizz through the air. Striking his bare ass.

Colson's never been dominated before. As Luna sits him down in a chair, there's a vulnerable giddiness to him. She pulls his arms back. Tying his hands together securely with a black silk ribbon.

Running the crop up his left thigh, Luna stares at Colson with a wicked smile. Tickling his balls.

"Is ze villing to cooperate, Mzr. PrezIdent?" She asks.

Smirking, Colson states. "No. America don't not negotiate wit terrorists. Ya dirty commie whore." He cocks his lip, impersonating Clint Eastwood.

Luna slaps the top of his knee hard. "Nine?" She asks. "Zat's purrfeczy fine Mzr. PrezIdent. I have many ozzer vayz to make ze tawlk.

She tantalizes him as she bites her lip. It's the last thing he sees before she slips and ties another black ribbon around his eyes.

"What the fuc..." Colson tries to speak but Luna shoves her dirty panties into his mouth.

"Ze bad man doeznt vant to lizen. Make him." Her words sexually provoking him.

Dragging the crop along his jawline, under his chin and down his throat. Colson moans are muffled as she circles his nipples. Following his happy trail. She grazes the leather across his raging cock.

On her knees between his legs. Luna spits on his cock, sliding her latex gloves up and down it. Colson's body jerks and twitches. Other senses amplified by not being able to see or use his hands.

Slipping his dick into her mouth, Luna slurps it up loudly. Feeling Colson tense under her. Enjoying the sound. Using one hand along the base, she deep throats him fiercely. Feeling him on the brink, she pulls back.

"Nine. Zee vaitz until zee iz told." Luna directs.

Not knowing where she went. Though muffled, his groans are loud as she licks his cheek with her wet tongue. Grabbing the crop again, she runs the leather between his thighs. Making him shudder in anticipation.

Straddling him, Luna works Colson's huge cock inside of her. Bouncing up and down on him slowly, she grips his chest with her latex gloves. Pinching his nipples. Leaning back, she places one hand on his knee as she plays with his balls in her other. Just as he's about to cum again, she jumps off.

Colson can't think as his body jerks from Luna's actions. Her latex on his skin and taste of her in his mouth, a welcome treat.

Turning around, Luna drags her wet pussy down Colson's chest. His continuous noises of pleasure coming through her panties.

Dragging herself back up him, she bends down low as her sopping cunt sits on his chest. Ass under his chin as she begins to swallow his dick again with deep, slow strokes. Sucking her cheeks together for Colson to hear the saliva building in her mouth.

With both of his legs twitching, she slides down him again, this time popping him back inside of her. Rocking back and forth on top of him, she runs her gloves along the insides of his calfs. Up his thighs, back to his balls. Swirling her hips as she grinds him into her.

His moans become louder as his drool soaks her panties in his mouth.

Bringing her legs together inside of his, Luna slides her plump pussy along Colson's bulging cock. In slow controlled motions. Unable to control herself anymore, she stands up.

Turning around and throwing her leg back over him, Luna shoves his dick back inside of her. Bucking against him hard. His body gyrating. She grabs his hair as she sinks her teeth into his neck.

"NOW!!" Luna instructs Colson, giving them both permission to cum.

Catching her breath, she stands up. Colson's head dangles back in ecstasy. Untying the ribbon from his eyes first, she pulls his chin up.

"Let uzz zee if zee bad man can behave now. Do not zpeak. Only do." Luna taunts him to his exhausted but wide eyes.

Picking up the crop and pulling her dripping panties out of his mouth, Luna lifts her boot onto Colson's shoulder. Spike pressing into his skin.

"Lick it." She instructs as she slaps the crop in her hand.

Colson's mind is blown. Mesmerized by Luna, he can only do as he's told.

Bringing her leg down, she leans her hands on both of his knees. Face to face.

"Now. Izz ze bad man going to treat zee vife better?" She asks him.

Colson nods.

"Zay it." She demands as she wraps her hand around his balls.

"I'll treat my wife better!!" He promises her.

"And..." She taunts.

He looks at her confused as she climbs back onto his lap. Her hand on the ribbon string tempting his release.

"Hail Hyrda!" She states as she pulls the string to his erupting laughter.

"You're so fucked up." He laughs wrapping his arms around her latex covered body. "I don't know how the fuck I got so lucky with you."

"Yeah, me either." Luna laughs at him before letting him kiss her deeply.

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Thursday morning is crazy. Luna and Colson waking to an early knock. Both forgetting he has an acoustic set with a DC station.

They never talked last night. Just kinda played around and fell asleep.

Colson kisses Luna's head before he ducks into the bathroom.

"I love you. Go back to sleep." He says to her sleepy nod.

Warming up the shower and pulling the bag out from Philly, he rails a line instead of any Adds. Jumping into the shower before even smoking a joint.

Feeling the jolt of Colombian BamBam, Colson perks up. Stroking his dick as usual before he washes himself. When he can't fuck Luna in the shower, he doesnt mind taking care of himself.

Thinking of last night, his dick grows larger as he pulls faster. Colson liked the way Luna teased and tied him down.

"I wasn't about that shit before but.... Zee zpy was fucking hot." He thinks of Luna dressed in latex and how he could feel her but not see her.

Feeling her dominance surround him, he leans back against the shower wall as he cums for her. Again.

"Fuuckkk..." He thinks.

Body falling slightly weak as the water cascades down him.

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Colson's gone when Luna wakes up. She's not entirely sure where his is.

Hungover and groggy, she fires up a joint. Ordering coffee from room service. She throws on a light tank and shorts. Snapping him as she waits for her coffee. Taking a quick shower with it. Morning Shower Joints burning along the way.

Enjoying her coffee and hitting another joint, Luna gets dressed. Throwing on oversized sweat pants and ablack sports bra with a loose fishnet cropped cover-up. She pulls on a scully and Docs.

She needs to call Monica, Travis and Kylie today. Deciding to grab the burner before beginning.

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Colson's acoustic set is incredibly intimate. Only doing three songs. El Diablo, a shortened version of I Think I'm Okay and a cover of Wonderful Tonight.

Hoping Luna will catch it.

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Luna Googles the closest pharmacy. It's like five blocks away. No big deal. Only... She gets three before there's a swarm of photogs around her.

Shoving her hands on her pockets, annoyed, she notices how they keep a weird 10ft radius around her.

"Brooklyn!! What are you doing in DC?" One shouts at her.

"Is this a political thing or are you here with MGK??" Another asks.

"When will we get your next album?" Is thrown out.

Finally hitting her nemesis Walgreens, she dips in to it's ironic salvation with a sigh.

Luna strolls around. Grabbing a burner. Playing around with makeup and skin care products. Grabbing a FANTASTIC pair of socks for Colson. She goes on to find a Polaroid camera. Debating on her ethics, she decides to buy it.

With The Paps still outside, Luna discreetly asks to speak to the manager. Explaining her situation, she asks of any back exits. The manger obliges her to Luna's deep gratitude.

Slipping out, she escapes back to The Watergate unnoticed.

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Colson is performing at EchoStage tonight. Backstage in the dressing room, he notices a Snap from Luna.

"She's so fucking beautiful." He thinks with a smile on his face. Dick jumping again from last night.

He Snaps her back before continuing on.

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Luna sets up shop in the hotel lobby. She is immensely invested in politics and is fascinated by it's corrupt history.

Calling Monica first. Luna relays the conversation with Marshall to her. Frustrated that Luna mentioned the tape, Monica goes on to ease her worried mind that she's seen it. Although it's not caught that Eminem hit him first, the video is too grainy to implicate Colson. Luna being on nothing. With a sigh of relief, Luna asks what to do if Marshall contacts her again.

"Send him to me. At this point it's harassment." Luna's attorney assures her.

Monica goes on to tell her she has a few properties in mind. She's gonna send Luna the listings. Luna agrees to keep an eye out for them. Thanking her friend as always before they hang up.

Luna pulls out the burner and activates it. Googling local diners in Warchester, she decides on a spot.

Calling Travis, he answers on the second ring. They agree to meet at 2P tomorrow in Massachusetts.

Collecting her things, Luna pops back into their room to double check for lost items.

Catching the elevator back downstairs, she orders an uber to the venue. It's only 3P. Her therapy session isn't scheduled until 5P.

Looking back at the hotel in admiration as she climbs into the back seat. Once settled, she notices a Snap from Colson.

Luna rolls her eyes at his picture. Laughing to herself, thinking "He's such a fucking idiot."

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Luna meets up with Colson and The Band backstage at EchoStage. Things aren't as crazy today... Maybe because they're actually ahead of schedule.

Burning and talking, Luna sits on a table next to Colson. Baze complimenting Luna's new ink. She beams a Thanks as swings her legs.

Colson asks what made her get it, causing Luna to stop and look at him funny.

"I told you last night. Imma mothafucken crab. I will fuck you up." She responds.

"How do you forget THIS?" Rook asks laughing as he intimates Luna's crabby dance from last night.

"See, Rook gets it." Luna laughs, nodding towards him.

Laughing at the two of them, Colson hands Luna a bottle of Jameson. When she declines, he asks her Why. Looking at her watch, she hops off the table.

"Because I have a therapy session in like 10mins!" She exclaims, kissing him quickly. "I'm headed to The Bus. I'll be back." Luna calls over her shoulder.

"Love you" Colson yells after her but she's out of ear shot.

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Luna's on the phone with her therapist Kylie for 45mins. Laying on the bed, burning through joints.

They talk about an array of things. It being over 3mnths since she last talked to Luna. They touch base on the new changes in Luna's life and how she's processing them.

Kylie asking if the nightmares are still continuing. This catches Luna offgaurd. She hasn't had one since she met Colson. Even on night's they haven't shared the same bed. Kylie attributing it to the change of scenery.

Talking about a few more things such as Casie, the record lable, the engagement, the tour. Kylie advises her not to stretch herself too thin.

Asking Luna if she's taking her meds, she sends refills to a RiteAid in MA. Luna will grab them tomorrow. They hang up agreeing on the same time next week.

"I don't know why I fight talking to her.... Especially if I can get high while doing so." Luna thinks. Annoyed sometimes by her own stubbornness.

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Colson's in his dressing room when Luna comes back into Echo.

"Hey!!" His face lights up as she enters. "Bring that sweet ass over here." He says pulling for her.

Obliging him, she sits on his lap. Throwing her arm over his shoulder and nuzzling his neck with kisses. Asking her how her session was, she says it was fine.

"Oh! I have something for you!" She says hopping off his lap to dig through her bag.

Reading the socks. He laughs and pulls her back to him.

"I fucking love you." Colson says running his hands through her hair to steal a kiss from her.

"You fucking better." She smirks.

Ashleigh pops her head in calling 10mins. Colson switches out his socks. Taking a quick picture. Luna kisses him again, telling him he should go. Walking out, Colson tosses the picture onto his Instagram. He captions it:

"My girl always dropping me cool shit 😍🙏🏽 2 all my h8rs incase you forgot 💯😈"

Sitting in his chair once he leaves, Luna grabs the bottle of whiskey in front of her. Taking a swig, she looks down at her hand. Touching her homemade ring her mind begins to roam.

"Home's gonna be a fucking shit storm..." Thinking about returning to The City. There's a lot expected to be accomplished that day. "I need to figure out when I can see Tim...." Luna thinks to herself. Wanting to tell Justin's bestfriend personally of her engagement. "He's gonna snap... Just like at brunch." Luna worries. "Just like Colson's gonna snap about fucking Tommy....." Luna sighs. She hasn't told Colson that she has to meet up with Tommy. Considering it's context, she's not sure she's going too. "Fuck..." She sighs again, thinking of how their last fight went regarding Tommy.

Swigging the bottle, Luna lights up a joint. Digging through her bag again she pops a xanax. Trying to quiet her mind, she hits the bottle a few more times as she finishes the joint. Stepping out back for a cigarette before heading SideStage to watch the show.

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The Band's performance is intense. Lights flashing, artificial and weed smoke billowing. The crowd roaring with them.

They have a pretty secure setlist. Starting off each night with Sex Drive, Habits and Breaking News 2. El Diablo securing an opening slot.

Sometimes things change. An odd cover of Smells Like Teen Spirit thrown in. Colson plays Candy. Catching her eye and grinning when he changing the lyrics to a particular verse again.

Luna's not on the setlist. Colson pulling Bad Things when he was pissed yesterday. This is fine with her. Standing with Ashleigh, she enjoys the show. Grabbing a Polaroid or two with her new camera, unsure of if she likes it or not. Sharing a bottle and joints.

Rook sings as they cover Shout at The Devil. Amazingly just as before. Sending the crowd into a tizzy.

The Band then hitting LOCO, GTS, Trap Paris and part of I Think I'm Okay.

The venue is loud and exciting. Colson jumping around, diving into the crowd, climbing on top of speakers. Hyping the crowd more with his every move. He truly is a great showman.

Tearing through Rap Devil, Till I Die, Golden God, and Alpha Omega. Lately, Bad Motherfucker, Wake&Bake, Rehab and 27 rounding out the show.

The band comes out to encore Sail to the audience's cheers.

As always, buzzing from the electricity of the show, Colson pulls Luna along with him off stage.

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"Fuuuckk Loons!!" He moans out as he takes his time pushing himself inside of her.

"Mmm..." She purrs, glancing at him in the mirror before closing her eyes.

Enjoying Colson pull her hair as he nails her from behind. Taking his dick deeply. Luna yelps when he smacks her jiggling ass. Eyes opening wide.

"That's right. You look at me when I fuck you." He challenges her through the mirror.

Keeping his gaze, she starts thrusting into him. With one hand against the mirror, Luna grabs Colson's bare ass cheek. Sinking her nails into it. Gripping her hips, he fucks her harder until they both cum.

Leaning against her back, Colson lifts up to kiss the nape of Luna's neck. Telling her That'll never get old, to her agreeance.

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Sharing drinks Backstage, The Crew quickly breaks down the stage. They're headed to Massachusetts next. It's an 8hr drive from DC. No time for Downtown Antics tonight.

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Heading to The Bus, there's still a mass of fans outside. Colson, Luna and The Band taking the time to say Hello and sign autographs.

Making his way through, Colson comes across the sweetest little girl with pink hair. She has on a Pink Floyd T as she sits on her mom's shoulders. Asking if she would like a hug, the little girl says yes. Slightly shaking, her face in awe when they pull, away. The little girl covering her face in shock of what just happened.

Watching their interaction, Luna stops to dig through her bag, pulling out the Polaroid camera. Tugging on Colson's arm, she asks the child if she'd like a picture as she glances up to her mother's nod. Overhearing Luna's plot, Colson scoops the little girl up and beams as Luna takes their instant picture.

Colson signs it before giving it to the giddy little girl. Luna thinking maybe the camera wasn't such a bad idea after all.

Continuing to sign autographs and interact with fans until The Crew is loaded up. Benny guiding them to The Bus.

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Unwinding from the day, they bump Hotel Diablo as the alcohol and weed flow. Everyone bullshitting and talking about tonight's performance. Baze, AJ and Rook play Call of Duty. Benny and Slim chess. Ashleigh is on her phone as Luna and Colson thumb wrestle on the couch.

Slowly they all drop off one by one. Sleeping on The Bus as they travel through the night.

Another Day. Another City.

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To be continued.....

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Overgrown Metal

Chapter 2: Camping

Summary of fic:

Almost two decades ago, the fae rose up from beyond the realm with technology far surpassing the human race, quickly taking over after laying waste to nearly everything in their wake. Virgil and Roman, Society escapees and hunters, run into an uncertain future while fleeing from their pasts. Remy and Remus stare their only chance straight in the face as they teeter on the edge of reluctant adventure. Emile is left his cousins engineering palace and is given the tools to change the world. Logan, a lone researcher and outcast is found by an old friend who offers him a chance of the century. Hyden (deciet), can shift into anything he so chooses, but staying true to his form as his heritage slaps him sideways proves harder than he thought. Patton mourns the loss of his son as he slowly uncovers secrets he wishes aren't related.

Or less wordy:

Eight idiots with trust issues fumble around each other and try to save the world from killer mechanical beasts and fairies that will snap your neck without taking their hands from their wine glasses.

Warnings: Violence, fight scenes, dark fantasy, apocalypse setting, some gore, blood

TW for this chapter: spiraling thoughts, mentions of anxiety. If you see more you want mentioned, please say something.

Ships: Remy (sleep) x Remus. Brotherly Roman and Virgil. Platonic Logan and Hyden (Deciet)

Wrapping his cloak tighter around himself, the young man grumbled quietly to himself as he scooted closer to the small fire. Two cans of mini raviolis sat nearby, cracked open slightly and heating up just a foot away from the flames. He let out a quiet curse as his stomach grumbled loudly, making more noise in a couple seconds than he had in a week.

'What the hell is taking you so long?' he thought at his still absent companion. The water of the nearby river was freezing, it shouldn't be taking this long to clean. He would had heard if the other was attacked. Even if the attacker was silent Roman typically wasn't, their overly dramatic battle cries carrying over fields if they so chose them too. Maybe they fell in? Again, he would have heard the yell...unless the shock from the cold rendered them nonverbal. Or something had dragged them in. Maybe while cleaning off their weapons their hand had slipped and they had sliced themself open and was currently bleeding out and he wouldn't know because he was being too stubborn to leave the warmth of the fire. What if they fell and cracked their head open on a rock? What if-

Cruching footsteps interrupting his racing thoughts and he breathed a quiet sigh of relief. While he was getting better at not having to check on Roman every few minutes to make sure they were still around, it didn't stop his thoughts from quickly spiraling when the thought of him being alone again filled his head. Roman plopped down beside him having deposited their pack with their other belongings nearby, leaning forward to carefully take the cans away from the fire and depositing one in front of each of them before procuring spoons from God-knows-where but he was hungry so it didn't matter.

He growled low as he snatched the utensil, ripping the lid the rest of the way off and shoveling the ravioli with essence of tin in his mouth regardless of the heat.

"Slow down, dark and stormy gremlin, you're gonna choke!" He didn't even spare a glance at the scandalized face as the last of the sauce was scraped up and eaten in less than a minute.

"Was hungry." He mumbled out, hands disappearing back into the cloak as he burrowed further into its warmth.

The other eyed him fondly. "Honestly, Virgil I can't take you anywhere. I get a spot at the nicest pasta joint in town and this is how you behave? I really can't take you anywhere."

They frowned as they only recieved a soft huff in response. "Are you alright? I'm sorry I was gone for so long, that oil takes a while to work out in cold water."

Virgil shook his head. "....that."

Catching only half the mumble, Roman set their own empty can down and scooted closer. "Can I ask you to repeat that or is it a signing day?"

Virgil squeezed himself tighter in the fabric and lifted his head up towards the other. Roman's eyes shone with concern even in the dim light of their small campfire, the effect only slightly ruined by the dark curls drying in the humid air making them puff out in a fluffy halo around their head. The image made him smile lightly and duck his head back down to suppress his giggles.

"Hairs messy."

He only giggled harder at the offended gasp. "I'm offering you a damn heart to heart here and I get insulted!" Roman grimaced as they felt what state their hair was in, ruing their days as a traveler if only for the fact that hairstyles were rendered useless on an adventure. They were still bitter over The Great Hairspray Debacle of 2015, having to give the space up in their pack for "actual necessary supplies, Roman".

Virgils laughter died down as the nervous feeling began to creep back into his thoughts. Roman noticed the sobering mood and sat back slightly, willing to wait for the young nervous wreck to gather his thoughts.

"Town's coming up."

Roman nodded. They knew there was a town with an underground market a few days travel away from the last time they had come through this way. They hadn't had time to stop before, but this time around they needed to empty out their packs of the items that had been piling up for a few weeks now and their supplies were getting low enough that they would have needed to stop to stock up anyway. They gestured for Virgil to continue even though they knew what the source of anxiety was going to be.

"What if..." Virgil growled in frustration as the words stuck in his throat, the rolling anxiety in his stomach and mind making him struggle to not shut down. Long, pale fingers twisted and bunched the fabric around him until with a frustrated huff they darted out and flipped out a quick gesture.

"Recognized?"

Roman nodded in understanding and he sighed in relief. He knew not being able to speak most of the time had to be annoying for his companion but thankfully they never seemed to mind, only waiting patiently for either words to be forced out or hands to jerkedly spell out what little bit of sign language he knew. He made up a lot along the way and most of the time he was able to be understood. With no internet to look up the language, books being a Society priviledge and a general distrust of people making it difficult to ask anyone for lessons, even though they never stayed in one place for long, official sign wasn't something either of them were good at.

"That's why we have the cloaks and hoods and even the masks if we feel like we need them. We're pretty far away though, I doubt anyone we would know would be around." Roman took up a stick and poked around the fire a bit, stirring it as the embers began to die down for the night. "Nothing has ever happened at any of the towns we've been in, and I've heard this one is particularly...underground, so to speak. No one who would recognize us would be caught dead near there. We'll go in, sell our parts, grab supplies and get out. Next stop after that will be that abandoned city-town-place wherever that we heard about a while back. It'll be fine, Anx."

Virgil smiled at the old nickname, something Roman had taken to calling him when he refused to reveal his name the first few months they began traveling together. His shoulders relaxed the tiniest bit as the name ironically released some of the pent up anxiety, fingers releasing the cloak and instead splaying on his ripped black jeans to try and wipe off the accumulated sweat.

They both sat in silence for a while after that, watching the fire die down completely as the late evening faded into complete darkness, the clear sky allowing the stars to be on full display with no threat of light pollution to obscure their giddy twinkling. Crickets chirped quietly in the long grass, fireflies answering back their call with lazy winks of light. Even the river was hushed, water seeming to lap quieter at the shore for fear of breaking the rare tranquility the nearby travelers were soaking in.

With the world this soft and still, Virgil could pretend for a moment that this was merely an extended camping trip. Maybe they were on their summer break and were hiking for the fun of it. Tomorrow they could trek through a forest like it was nothing, sunlight streaming through normal tree branches as untouched wildlife teemed around them. All of their gear and supplies could be innocent in nature, the heaviest thing in their packs could be a small camping stove rather than their extensive collection of foreign trading parts. Their supplies were running low, so they'd soon start heading back the way they came, finding their car and laughing at some dumb play argument they had on the way back while they reloaded everything and climbed in the front, laughter turning to more bickering as they fought over what music they'd listen to first. Roman would drive first since Virgil only had his permit and wouldn't feel comfortable taking the wheel until he recognized the roads they were on. They'd get to Virgils house and it would be coming onto late evening so he'd let Roman stay the night, knowing his dad-

Virgil furiously scrubbed at his eyes, snapping back from his thoughts. His dad wouldn't care of a friend stayed over. He didn't care about anything. He didn't even care when - no. Nope, not tonight. Rubbing absentmindedly at his arms he scooted backwards away from the now dead fire and laid back to watch the sky, Roman following soon after. They didn't say anything as he turned and wrapped himself around the other tightly, for which he was grateful. He smiled as he felt lips touch the top of his head and careful arms lay themselves across his back. Surrounded by safety and warmth it wasn't hard for sleep to find him.

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".....an."

"Come on, Ro....."

"Princey, get up!"

Roman shot up, blinking rapidly to clear the lingering sleep from their eyes and shaking their head to try and whip the tangled curls away. Glaring in response to their brothers shit-eating grin, they settled for flipping him off while they rubbed at their eyes, getting a water bottle thrown at them in retaliation.

"Too early." They mumbled as they fumbled with the lid.

Virgil laughed. "Try again, Sleeping Ugly, it's almost noon. I've had camp packed up for hours now."

Offended at the nickname but grinning nonetheless, they downed half the bottle in one go and dragged their pack over lazily. Virgil was always the early riser in their party of two, despite the late nights he often kept as a sleeping schedule. Roman however, was happy to spend the day hitting the metaphorical snooze button unless they had actual plans. Which, unless another Mech Beast was spotted this close to a town, which was highly unlikely, this was supposed to be a day of resting.

Looking over at the other however, their irritation softened as the ball of anxious energy went from task to already done task trying to keep himself busy. Though it seemed he'd be more talkative today than he had been that didn't mean his nerves weren't soaring to the sky with how close they were to people again. They knew they should both take a break today, but if moving would help...

Mind made up they stood, swinging the pack around to rest on their shoulder and picking up another to carry first for the time being. Different peices of metal and containers holding strange substances clanked together inside, securely wrapped in paper and fabric to prevent them from breaking or getting scratched. They'd make Virgil carry it later on but they figured since they got extra sleep it would only be fair to carry the heavier pack first.

Trying one last time to fix their hair back into a reasonable shape Roman turned towards Virgil with a smile.

"Ready?"

Hoisting up his own pack he nodded and kicked at the already severely scuffed dirt, rising up on his tip toes as he began to walk.

"As I'll ever be."

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This is also available on AO3 if you're interested. I can't promise regular updates but I really like this story so I'll be picking at it for a while.

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mastermind; chapter 9

"Now, turn. Turn, turn, turn! Julia, no! You're hitting the curb!" I yell.

"I'm sorry but I can't see!" she retaliates.

"You need to practise more," I tell her as I take off my seatbelt. We were all officially back from celebrating Christmas with our families. Everyone decided to meet up at the boys' house so we can exchange our gifts since we never got a chance to before Christmas, because of Louis' birthday preparations. And because Julia got that car she wanted for Christmas, we used it to drive here.

I grab my many bags from the trunk while Julia clutches her one bag that contains a gift for Harry and for me. She doesn't know any of the boys well enough to get them a gift but I told her she should at least get them small gift cards because I didn't want her to feel more left out then she already did.

We walk up to the door and Julia rings the bell. Harry opens the door for us and smiles wide before pressing a kiss to Julia's lips.

"Missed you, love," he says to her. She stares back at him lovingly and I feel an odd feelings growing inside of me. I didn't like this.

I think about pushing past Harry to get inside but it's then that he notices me.

"Aria!" he pulls me into an enthusiastic hug, that I can't reciprocate because of the bags in my hand.

"How've you been? It's been a while since I saw you," he says. He actually hasn't seen Julia for longer, but I don't point that out.

"Great! Um, I'm going to put these away, I'll leave you and Julia alone now," I smile and push past him before he can think of a way to keep me around for longer.

I got used to having Harry all to myself that now just seeing him look at Julia the way he always has, makes me sad.

"Aria's here!" Niall shouts and from somewhere behind me. I feel lanky arms wrap around my neck and Niall's head lean on mine.

"Niall," I giggle. "Let me go, I have to put these bags down."

He lets me go as soon as he realizes I'm carrying their presents.

"Let me help you with that!" he eagerly pulls the bags from my hands and runs towards the living room where I can hear Louis and Zayn playing a video game. Niall places the bags by the Christmas tree that they haven't taken down yet. I spot Eleanor sitting on the ground near the couch and watching the boys play with a bored expression on her face. Smiling to myself knowing I'll have someone around that's not a boy or Julia making heart eyes at Harry, I immediately pull my jacket off and leave it at the armrest, plopping down next to her.

"Great company you have there," I nod at Louis and Zayn, who still have no idea that Julia and I arrived.

"I know right, Louis is so attentive," she replies sarcastically. "To be fair though, he gets to see me all the time, he doesn't get to see Zayn as much." Her eyes flick up to someone behind me and she stands. "Oh, hello."

I glance back to see Julia walked in with Harry's arm around her waist. I stand up too.

"Eleanor, this is Julia, my best friend and Harry's girlfriend," I introduce. "Julia, this is Eleanor, Louis' girlfriend."

"Nice to meet you," Julia pulls a surprised Eleanor in for a hug. I know Julia generally doesn't like to touch people she's not close with, so I'm surprised at this too. I conclude that she probably feels left out and wants to make more friends in this house.

"You as well," Eleanor responds. "I'm—"

"Fuck YES! NOW THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT!" Louis shouts, standing up. "Bring it in, lad!" he high fives Zayn who looks just as giddy. "Wait until the next match, those fuckers won't know what hit 'em!"

Zayn makes eye contact with me and saunters to give me a hug.

"Sorry, love, didn't see you there," his mouth moves against my hair.

"It's alright. You looked like you were having fun, I didn't want to bother you," I say shyly.

"Shall we serve pizza now? Everyone grab a slice before Niall finishes it all!" Harry announces.

We all crowd around the coffee table, piling pizzas on our paper plates. Louis passes the drinks around and Harry runs to the kitchen to grab napkins.

I find a spot for myself on the couch and as soon as my ass touches the cushion, Julia squeezes herself next to me.

"You alright?" I ask her.

"Yeah, I just don't want to be alone," she whispers. I roll my eyes at her.

"We're in a room full of our friends, you've known them for years."

She smiles sheepishly and starts nibbling on her pizza until Harry returns with napkins. He sees no space left for him except the floor.

"Harry, here!" Julia offers her spot. I wonder why she would give up a perfectly good spot for him but my question is answered when he takes her spot and pulls her down to sit in his lap.

Ugh. Now I'm stuck between them and the arm rest.

I finish my pizzas quickly so I can use the excuse that I need to use the restroom before coming back and changing my spot to the one next to Zayn on the floor. Luckily, no one notices.

"Who wants tea?" Louis questions loudly, after everyone is done. We all agree on some tea so he gets up to start on it when I remember the brownies and cookies in the car.

"Oh, I completely forgot the sweets!" I exclaimed. "I made cookies and brownies, but they're still in the car."

Julia stands to offer to get them with me when Eleanor speaks up.

"I can help you bring them in," she offers politely. I smile graciously at her while Julia sits awkwardly back down in Harry's lap. I wish Julia wouldn't feel so awkward because there was nothing to feel awkward about.

"Alright, is everyone ready to open some gifts now?" Niall asks, an excited grin stretched across his face after Eleanor and I return with the sweets and Louis serves his tea.

"Yes!" I shout in excitement. Eleanor laughs next to me.

We begin exchanging gifts. Niall and Louis went first, handing each of us our gifts and watching us open them. Louis got Eleanor a beautiful dress and some makeup and gave Niall a pair of old socks.

"What the fuck?" Niall exclaims. "I actually put some thought into your gift this year!"

We all laugh at poor Niall.

"I'm joking, I'm joking," Louis wheezes out in between laughs. "Here, this is your real gift."

He hands Niall a video games with a neat bow on top. Niall blinks at it then lunges forward to engulf Louis in a hug.

"This is too precious," Harry snickers, and snaps a few photos.

Zayn humbly announces that he wasn't sure what to get any of us so he hoped we liked the chocolates, while we all assured him that it was okay we all loved chocolate.

"Oh but I have something for you," he says to me and hands me a thin wrapped package. My mouth hangs open in shock for a minute, before I remember that he already told me he got me something.

I unwrap the package to reveal two cases of Tombow brushpens.

"Oh my God, you didn't!" I shout. "I thought we sold out of these! How did you get them?!"

"I bought the last ones," he laughed. I smile and engulf him in a hug much like Niall did to Louis. "Thank you!"

Julia wanted to go next. I could tell she was nervous but everyone appreciated the personalized gift cards she got. I was really happy about the makeup brushes, palette, and lipsticks she got me.

"Babe, this is amazing, thank you," Harry says holding the Ted Baker watch in one hand and Best Boyfriend mug in the other. He gave her a kiss on the cheek that had her blushing.

"It's nothing... I thought you would like it," she lies. Only I knew she "thought" Harry would like chocolate and socks.

It's my turn next, so I pass out the gifts I got for everyone. I got Niall a set of shot glasses with four-leafed clovers and drinking game card set. I got Louis assorted tea leaves from David's Tea but none of the fancy drinks, only the basic ones because he likes high quality tea. I got Zayn a magic card set complete with a hat and wand that I thought looked fun, along with a joke book on famous artists. Julia loved her jewelry and bath bombs. I wasn't sure what to get Eleanor but I didn't want her to be left out so I just got her a Sephora gift card and chocolate. Harry was the last to open his gift.

"Is this a Gordon Ramsey cookbook?" he exclaimed. I smile widely at him.

"You impressed me a lot with your vegetable chopping skills the other day so I thought you'd like this," I joke. He laughs loudly while Julia looks between us in confusion. "Oh, I showed him how to make your Beef Barley soup," I tell her.

"Oh," she answers quickly.

"A trivia game? And my favourite chocolates? How did you know?" Harry gushes holding the items up.

"Lucky guess," I shrug. "We'll have to play the trivia game because I'm determined to beat you."

"Oh, like you were going to beat me at Scrabble?" he rolls his eyes playfully.

"Hey, you got lucky!"

"I don't think so, Harry is the worst to play Scrabble with, he never loses," Niall chimes.

"Thank you, Niall," Harry said at the same time I said, "Shut up, Niall." We all burst into laughter as Harry reaches in for the last thing in his bag.

"No fucking way," he says slowly, holding the reusable Starbucks cups with the cute sayings on them.

"It's so you can save the planet!" I chirp, to remind him of the conversation we had about saving the planet.

He stares up at me blankly.

"Open your gift," he demands.

"What?" I ask in confusion.

"Open your gift!" he pushes his gift for me towards me and I quickly scramble to open it unsure of why he was so demanding. My hand closes around a cylindrical container and I pull the exact same Starbucks reusable cups that I gave him.

"No fucking way," I repeat. Our eyes connect and we both burst into laughter. The others join in.

"We're officially heroes," Harry says in a high-pitched voice, through his laughs and I nod firmly. The other realize there's some inside joke going on and don't question it. I notice Julia looking between Harry and I uncomfortably and decide to quickly move on and open whatever else Harry got me.

I pulled out a box of very expensive watercolours with my eyes bugging out.

"Harry, this is—" I sputter, unsure how to accept such a gift.

"For you," he smiles. I stare at him shocked. I glance at Zayn who is nodding appreciatively.

"Really good brand, really good quality," he comments. For once, Harry smiles at something Zayn says.

"Thank you," I say sincerely, trying not to show just how much Harry being supportive of my art and encouraging it, means to me in front of Julia.

"There's one more thing," Harry says. I stick my hand in the bag and pull out a cute little snow globe with a golden deer inside. My memory takes me back to the night I was stressed out and had my breakdown, and Harry was there for me and helped me with the deer idea. How he helped me find parts for it and even assemble it to it's final form. He told me that a deer was Artemis' sacred animal, Artemis who is my favourite goddess. He said I was like her and he admired how I was so independent and he found me hard to impress.

It's a small snow globe, not even the most expensive item in the gift bag, but it meant so much more to me than anything else did.

I think it was this gift that proved to me that Harry will never be just a "friend" to me.

I look up into his eyes with as much sincerity as I could and say, "Thank you." He nods back, being the only the person in the room who can understand what the deer even means to me.

"I don't get it, it's just a snow globe," Julia mutters uncertainly. She's realizing there's something between us that she doesn't know about and I think she doesn't like it.

"Yeah," I mutter. "Just a snow globe."

She doesn't drop her glare. Louis thankfully takes it upon himself to unwrap Harry's gift for him with loud commentary. I play with my new snow globe until I feel Julia's burning gaze off me.

The rest of the night is spent with us joking and laughing and Julia's awkward chuckles. Often times when she says something she looks straight at me because she knows I won't ignore, and I find that I have to explain something to rest of the group so they can be a part of the conversation too. I wish she would understand that all of these people are nice and they would never want her to feel out of place. She was the one putting herself out of place by not making eye contact with anyone but me and Harry.

It's really late when we all finally decide to go home. Julia fell asleep on Harry's shoulder and Niall was yawning every other second.

"We should probably leave now," I suggest when I notice tears in Niall's eyes from how much he was yawning.

"Fucking finally," he mutters. I scoff and throw the plush reindeer he got me at his face. He laughs and catches it throwing it back. "I'm joking. But not really, please leave."

I roll my eyes and start packing my things up. Eleanor and Louis say their goodbyes then head upstairs, so I assume she's staying the night. Niall does the same after giving me a short hug. I ask Zayn how he's getting home and he informs he he'll take an Uber.

"No, don't I'll drop you off. Julia lets me drive her car and I think she's mainly okay with it because I drive it better than she does," I chuckle.

"I'm out of your way," he argues.

"No worries," I assure him. I turn towards Harry to wake up the sleeping Julia and ask her if she wants to stay the night at Harry's or go back home.

"I'll carry her," Harry offers. "I don't want to wake her."

My heart tugs at his how considerate and caring he is. I nod and slip on my jacket. Zayn follows me out to Julia's car and I grab her keys from her jacket that Harry carefully tucked over her. Zayn sits in the passenger seat while Harry places Julia in the backseat and pulls her seatbelt on.

"You're okay to drive?" he asks me.

"'Course," I answer, tugged the driver's door open. He nods and begins to slide in the backseat next to Julia. "Wait, you're coming with us?" I ask alarmed.

"Yeah, I'm gonna stay over at yours tonight," he says casually then closes his door.

Well, fuck. It's a twenty-minute ride to Zayn's house and I hope the two will be okay with each other for that long. Well I know Zayn will, I don't know about Harry.

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As anticipated, Zayn knew how to behave like a normal adult unlike Harry who had some stick up his ass. He kept asking Zayn weirdly random questions and just being very annoying. I think he was trying to come off as intimidating but it wasn't working very well.

"I don't know what you see in him," is the first thing Harry says to me after we drop Zayn off at his house.

"I don't know what you see in him that makes him so bad," I retort. "He's a nice guy and he's very cool."

Our conversation shifts on the drive back to food of all things. He tells me about some recipes he's excited to try out from his cookbook. We talk about our gifts and the gifts the others got, with chuckles here and there. Before I know it, I'm parking in our garage and he picks Julia up bridal style to carry her upstairs.

"How was your skiing trip?" I ask, holding all of our bags, while he carries a still-asleep Julia.

"It was okay," he says expressionless. I nod and open the door, giving him some time in case he wants to talk more about it.

He doesn't say anything, instead he just takes Julia to her room so I go to mine to change. We both emerge at the same time in much more comfortable clothes. I give him a soft smile then head to the kitchen to make some tea. I'd much rather drop and sleep but I want to be awake in case Harry wants someone to talk to about his trip.

He silently sits at the small table while I make both our drinks. I place the mug with the milk and sugared tea in front of him and keep my black one to myself as I sit next to him.

"Do you want to talk about it?" I ask, bringing the mug to my lips.

He plays with his lips and thinks for a bit. It's like he wants to tell me, he just doesn't know what to say.

"Your sister was there, yeah?" I try again.

"Yeah," he responds immediately. "Actually she brought her fiancée."

"Oh that's nice! What was her fiancée like?"

"Pretty cool, to be honest," he says with a small grin. "I like him. He's funny."

"When are they going to get married?"

"Not any time soon, she said she didn't want to take the spotlight off my father and his girlfriend."

"Spotlight?" I say in confusion.

"They want to get married," he replies monotonously.

"Oh," I say, understanding how upsetting this might be for Harry. Still, I wanted to make sure. "How do you feel about that?"

He looks at me then shrugs.

"Dunno."

"Is she cool? What's her name?"

"Elizabeth. I guess she's okay," he mutters. "She's nothing like my mother," he says firmly. "And she's really young. She's just a few years older than Gemma."

"Well, that's the amazing thing about your mother," I start. His eyes instantly flit up to mine. "She was one of a kind. No one else is going to be like her."

He takes this in for a moment.

"Does she seem nice?"

"Yeah. She's very inclusive with everything she does. I think she just wanted me to want to talk to her. I don't think I was very nice to her," he admits ashamed.

"If she's as nice as she seems, I'm sure she understands why you weren't very nice to her. But you can always apologize or try to be kinder next time."

He sighs and turns away not liking the idea of there being a "next time".

"It's worth a shot isn't it?" I press. "Your father deserves to move on and be happy with someone, if this is the choice he makes then you have to respect that."

"But I don't! I don't respect this decision and I don't respect his choice!"

"Why?" I scowl. I'm struggling to see why he's so intent on making this so difficult for everyone.

"Because it's hard!" he exclaims. "She's replacing my mother. No matter what you say about her not being like my mother, she is replacing her. And I don't want anyone in her spot, no one else deserves it. She thinks she can just be kind and we'll accept her but I can't! She may learn to understand my father but she'll never know Gemma or I like my mother did. So what's the point in trying?"

He bites his lip and fiddles with his hands. His face is turned away from mine in shame for his outburst. Any second now he's going to leave to claim he needs to go to bed. I need to stop him.

I place one hand gently over his, which instantly stops any movement from him. He glances at our hands then up at my face in confusion. My heart is beating a mile a minute and I'm so terrified of his reaction but I continue by wrapping my other hand over his other hand.

"Your feelings are valid. I need you to know that first," I say softly. "You're the only one who can decide how you're feeling. I can't make you feel anything else. I can't understand your position or situation, either. So I apologize if I crossed any line or boundary or offend you in any way. All I can understand is that you don't like the situation."

The more I talk the stupider I feel. Oh god, am I even making sense? Blood rushes to my face and I almost wish I never said anything because if he rejects what I say next, I'll be so embarrassed.

"But it's out of your control. So shouldn't you try to make the best out of it?"

He exhales through his nose and turns away again, shaking his head. I feel shame course through me, but I'm somehow determined to keep trying. I squeeze his hands to make sure he doesn't leave.

"I'm sure if you honestly told your father everything you felt and why you hate this, he would break it off with her. If you seriously sat down with him and told him everything you told me he would reconsider this marriage because you're his son! She's not more important to him than you are, right?"

I honestly don't know Harry's relationship with his father but if it's anything like Julia's then maybe I can make a point.

"No, she's not," he croaks.

"Then is that something you want to do? Explain to him how you're feeling and hope he breaks it off with her?"

I try to sound as unaccusing as possible so he doesn't get offended and so he comes to a conclusion himself.

He's silent for a while, and I almost lose hope. I wish I hadn't said anything because now I may have lost one of the best friendships ever.

But then he turns his palms up under my hands and wraps his fingers around mine. He squeezes my hand back and says, "No. I-I don't think I'd be able to look myself in the mirror ever if he broke off his engagement with Elizabeth for me."

Relief courses through me and I stroke my thumbs over his hand, waiting for him to continue.

"He would do it," Harry says confidently. "He feels bad that he wasn't there for us that he would actually do it if I asked... But I think I understand what you mean now. I shouldn't dictate what he does for my own selfish reasons."

"You're not selfish—"

"I am, Aria. You're too kind, I know you won't agree. What I wanted was very selfish. But you are right, he deserves to be happy too. I would hate myself if I took that away from him."

He smiles sadly at me with tearful eyes. His smile falls and I barely catch his bottom lip shake before he pulls his hands away and immediately stands up to leave.

I don't know what force is driving me right now but I stand too.

"Harry—" I pull his arm. He looks back at me in surprise, and I shock us both when I slowly wrap my hands around his neck. He's tense for a moment before he reciprocates, and I feel his arms snake around my waist. I hold him tightly—tighter than I've hugged him before and I feel him do the same. Teardrops land on my shoulder so I start rubbing a hand on his back.

"It's okay, you're okay," I keep repeating until he lets out a sigh and his crying stops. He doesn't pull away so neither do I. I cherish the moments I can hold on to him like this before they're taken away from me.

Harry removes one hand from my back to wipe his eyes and then pulls away so I can see his slightly red face and red-rimmed eyes. I keep my hands on his shoulder until I know he's okay.

"Do you feel a little bit better?" I ask.

He nods and gives me a genuine smile. "I don't think I've ever done that before," he says.

"You've never cried?" I ask tilting my head. He laughs.

"No I have. I've just never had, like, a heart-to-heart with anyone. It felt good. Thank you for listening," he says ducking his head. "And for saying the things you did. It really helped."

"My pleasure," I grin shyly. And more seriously, "You can talk to me any time you want. I know its probably hard to do it, but I'm here and I'm always willing to listen."

He gazes at me earnestly before forcing a smile. "Thank you," he croaks not breaking eye contact. I start to feel intimidated by his intense stare and I think he notices. "See you in the morning?" he asks with a crooked smile.

"Yeah, see you," I whisper.

We each head over to our respective rooms before giving each other one last wave and shutting our doors.

***

Whew, lots to unpack here!  So now:

- Christmas happened ✓ - Zayn got Aria the gift she wanted, Harry got her something expensive she would like ✓ - Julia is noticing things ✓ - Harry opens up to Aria ✓

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Trolls thing I'm writing

Ok so I've finished the first chapter of a Trolls thing I'm writing which I'm calling "Night and Day" (vague title I know), I plan on unloading it to Archive, I just haven't yet. This literally takes place right after the movie.. Like right after. Bare with me, I'm not a writer. Grammer is my enemy and words aren't good friends of mine either. Oh and it typed this on my phone so I'm now realizing the "thought italics" aren't showing up on tumblr so I apologize if some sentences don't come off as thoughts, but here's the first chapter of "Night and Day". Giggling. Yes, Branch was sure "giggling" was the appropriate word to describe the loud strange hiccup like laughs currently escaping his mouth. It's not that he'd never heard a giggle before, knowing Poppy all his life made that an impossibility. This, however, was the first time he could remember hearing himself do it. This felt foreign to him. Absurd even. But he just couldn't help it...nor did he seem to care. From high up on their elevated mushroom platform, Branch now gripped his sides as the laughter overtook him, transferring a giddy energy to his rhythmic feet as they watched their weird new moment-ruining cloud friend plummet to a fate unknown, the product of being tandem high fived out of the sky by the two trolls. He’ll be fine. He’s a cloud after all. “I still don’t get the whole socks with no shoes thing.” He smirked. Poppy looked at him quizzically, and then down in the direction the cloud guy fell, genuinely pondering the statement for a moment. “Well, if you’re up in the sky most of the time… Why would you need shoes?“ she quipped with a smirk. A quiet “Huh.” was all he could muster, a tad baffled by the unexpected logic in the joke, to which he really had no argument for. “I guess when you put it like that...” he mused, cracking a half smile. With a comforting new sense of relief and contentment, he allowed a few more precious chuckles with the newly crowned queen. What was the harm anyway? Unless Smidge dropped them of course... Naw, this is probably just another day at the gym for her. He could let his guard down, for once. They were safe from the Bergens. … For now. he allowed the troubled thought, but only for a moment, he was too preoccupied by his current reality to let his old survivalist paranoia fully take hold, all while blissfully unaware that their laughter was shifting dangerously close to silence. Too close. Too late. They were alone again. Holy hair, how long can Smidge keep this up? This is craz… wait. Why is it so quiet...? Uh oh… Oh no-oh no-oh-oh no!! Uh-uh-uh.. C’mon Say something to her, sticks for brains! Ugh! You’ve only spent THE LAST FEW DAYS ALONE WITH HER and had no problem talking to her then. Aaaaahhhh... While Branch’s mind was about to spontaneously combust, it was Poppy who finally broke the prolonged silence. “I can’t believe I finally got to hear your laugh.” she paused, smiling off in the distance before turning to meet his gaze. “You have a nice one.” She concluded. Letting those electric candy eyes linger on serene sky ones for a moment. I do?... She thinks- His eyes widened in shock, his mouth tightened. Heat engulfed him as the dark violet blush that flooded his face suddenly, seemed to set off the few glittering freckles he had, like a chain reaction of tiny firecrackers across his cheeks. Well now you have to say something. Tourmaline eyes came back for another visit, paralyzing his in the process. Silence. This is weird. I don’t like this. UGH… Just say it. He took a moment and swallowed. “I can’t take all the credit, I learned from the best.” He said, holding her gaze. Then, immediately elbowing her to drive his point home, followed by that sarcastic smirk, that could only belong to Branch. “Awwww! That’s so sweet.” she exclaimed briefly, before regaining her composure. “but nice try!” She shot up an eyebrow. “You can’t just teach someone how to laugh... It’s just something that’s already inside them.” she said, reaching up to ruffle the front part of his recently taller, not to mention more colorful, hair. The sudden sensation of fingers through his locks, and momentarily touching his scalp, caused Branch to freeze. Does she like my hair? He beamed, cheeks darkening a bit more at the thought. Nah, she’s probably just as weirded out by it as I am. He scoffed. Maybe she’s checking to see if it’s real. He got his bearings again. “Well, either way, it wouldn’t be possible… w-without you.” He managed, eyes darting away from her, sheepishly looking off in the distance, before eventually finding the courage to turn back to her again. The pink fire in her eyes still blazing. I wonder if I should... Does she want me to… “Wow.” she said, sounding truly in awe. “Hmm?” he put his previous thought away, wondering and fearing how this moment could get any more perfect. “I just can’t wrap my hair around it,” she started, eyes on his, and yet somewhere off in ‘cupcakes and rainbows’ land as well. “It’s all just so… surreal I guess.” He listened intently, a patient, albeit perplexed look on his face as she continued. “Like wow!... You’re just soooo genuinely nice, and I just… I just can’t believe, I-I mean… after all this time…” She leaned a bit into his space, causing him to flinch slightly. What’s.. happening?! Is she- “that you’d end up being…” her cheeks flushed, and she gently took his hand, pulling him even closer. Branch’s eyes widened. OH MY GAH!! Poppy’s smile grew wider “… like the greatest friend I could ever have!!” she all but yelled before pulling him into a bone crushing, and almost as equally, soul crushing bear hug. His breath was lost… for more reasons than one, maybe forever for all he knew. Friend. The moment it took for Branch to pick up the pieces of his heart, felt like an eternity, but eventually, he slowly brought his arms up returning the hug, with understandably less enthusiasm and strength than his captor. A single word relentlessly looping in his head. “I... uh.. I.. yeah.” he cleared his throat, brushing it off as best he could. “W-who’d have thought?” he let out a small, strained laugh, doing his best to hide the fact that it was completely forced. …Too good to be true… friend… of course just friends. … Stupid. How could you be so STUPID? Why in the world would you think you’d be something more? No! You don’t deserve that… her.. not after how you’ve treated her, what you've done. Hugs and pretty new colors don’t right all those wrongs. This... this is for the best. You’d probably end up hurting her somehow. You’re cursed. He steeled, bracing himself for whatever this new hell had to offer. Wanting desperately to just get as far away as possible, but… she was so close to him now, and he found it impossible to pull away. Not just yet. Hell can wait. For the moment, he brought his queen closer, hugged a little tighter, savoring paradise for as long as he could. Defying inevitability, if only for now. Being so close allowed Branch an opportunity he did not pass up. With great stealth, he turned his head toward hers, his nose nestling in magenta hair before greedily inhaling her scent. Whether or not she noticed this, she made no mention. Why does she have to smell so good? Like, if roses were candy… “This is nice.” Poppy hummed and squeezed tighter. You have no idea. “Seeeee, Hugs aren’t so bad.” she teased, eventually breaking the hug, much to his dismay. “Heh, I never said they were.” he said flatly. She deadpanned. Well, as best she could anyway, that smile always betrayed her. “Well you suuure fooled me.” She sassed, unconvinced. His ears started to droop a bit with guilt. She has a point. “It’s uh.. it’s just hard to explain.” He sighed, unable to come up with any other words to help him out. Her expression softened. “Weeell.. maybe you can try explaining it me sometime.” She offered, earning a smile from him. “Besides, it’s not like you can go running off to your bunker like always, not at the moment anyway.” She pointed out. Realization widened Branch’s eyes. Oh. Yeah. He paled, fear, panic and anxiety threatening to rear their ugly heads. His old friends. Always interrupting his life like uninvited guests. He wondered if he’d ever be rid of them. Probably not. One thing was certain though: He had to get outta here!! His gaze traveled downward and landed on the giant mushroom on which they stood, absentmindedly tracing it’s colorful designs with his eyes. A troll, momentarily forgotten, now resurfacing in his thoughts. Smidge. “Y-yeah.” He fretted, scratching the back of his head. “You know, Smidge is probably starting to get tired.” He deflected “Plus I’m getting kinda dizzy, I think it’s time to head down.. bud.” Did I just call her bud? “Y-uh.. Yeah! I mean this is Smidge we’re talkin' about here.. but yeah, we should probably go back.” She agreed, the slightest hint of reluctance in her voice. She stared at him for a moment, a playful smirk stretching across her face. “What?” he questioned, confused. “Are you suuure you didn’t think hugs were bad? Cuz you use to duck ‘em like they were poisonous snakes.” she smirked. “Like, there were times when we’d pretend to be like.. a Frankenstein version of you, runnin' around shouting ‘HUGS BAD!’ grrrr ‘SINGING, DANCING BAD!’ grrr.” She finished in her best monster voice to emphasize the joke. “Geeee… good to know.” he huffed, rolling his eyes, that familiar sarcastic edge to his words. Poppy’s smile faltered, filling Branch with instant regret. “Branch, I’m sorry!” she blurted out. “I didn’t mean-“ “No.. I get it.” he interrupted. “I know what I am… Was... Whatever.” he sighed. “Alright, brace yourself.” he advised suddenly before loudly stomping down on the mushroom platform three times, figuring that was the best to alert Smidge to start lowering them. He wondered why she even bothered with the gesture in the first place, it’s not like they needed alone time. Why did she do it? She couldn’t be as blind as him.. right? Poppy just stood there, seemingly ignoring his instructions. A sympathetic look on her face. “Branch, don’t be so hard on yourself.” she comforted, lightly placing her hand on his arm. He pulled up a confident smile for her sake. “It's cool, I’m fine.” He lied. “WOA- AHH!” he yelped as the platform jerked abruptly, unsteadying them. Instinctively, he grabbed her hand. “Poppy, you okay?” he asked, crouching a bit as the platform started lowering slowly. “All good here! Smidge does this sort of thing a lot.” she laughed. He chuckled in agreement, postponing the arduous task of trying to piece his life back together after losing everything. Again. ‘GRANDMAAAAA!!!’ ‘BRAAAAACNH!!!’ He winced as voices from his past taunted him. Ghosts haunting his mind. Luckily her sugared voice snapped him out of it. “Hey, so.. uh, being that we’re trolls and all… there’s probably gonna be a party tonight, or some form of celebration...” she hinted. “Riiight…” he drawled out, confused. “Weeell.. are you gonna come to this one?” she pleaded. He arched an eyebrow, “I suppooose... if it would please ‘Her Majesty’.” he smirked. Poppy grimaced, her adorable features scrunching up in disgust. “OOOH NO! NOPE-NOPE-NOPE! I am puttin' a stop to that RIGHT NOW!” she threatened as Branch snorted at her lack of an assertive tone. “And yes,” she composed herself. “yes it would please me.” she admitted. “Then I’ll be there.” he returned, with a wink. She stared dumbfounded for a second before shrieking with joy, causing him to cup his sensitive ears. Ugh. This was going to be a looong night. The platform jerked again suddenly as the speed increased, causing Poppy to stumble completely… only to land in Branch’s already prepared arms. She looked up, surprised eyes meeting each other. Or was it? Yeah, maybe it wouldn’t sooo bad, he considered as his arms were suddenly cradling the pink queen. It was a nice feeling. That is until that stupid platform jerked once more. “AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!” he screamed as they plummeted due to the downward speed rapidly picking up in pace. Poppy seemed to be taking it with a little more grace than him as they held on to the edges… and each other, trying to endure the rest of their.. now very direct route back to the ground. “DAAAAAMMIIIT SMIIIIIIIIIDGE!!” he yelled, he was gonna be sick. Please don’t throw up on Poppy. Please don’t throw up on Poppy. Please don’t throw up on Poppy.

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    Iron Fist Season 2 kicked my butt, stole my chi, broke my heart, stitched it back together, changed my life, and has left me dreading the long and agonizing wait for what looks like an AMAZING Season 3. Go watch it. When I start posting about it, I will use the tag “Iron Fist spoilers”.   

#MCU #Netflix Iron Fist #Iron Fist #YOU PEOPLE HAD BETTER BE OUT THERE GIF-ING THAT FINAL MOMENT!!!!! #I HAVE NEVER YELLED SO LOUDLY. I'M STILL GIDDY.