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Black - Chapter 7

Yes, I still am not done with this irregular, random, weird travel blog...

Fandom: the Hobbit

Characters : Thorin x OC, many others

Setting: Before the unexpected journey lol

Rating : Mature (not yet...still...but a little)

Warnings: none, it's just light-hearted silliness

It's a longish chapter (around 4k words...sorry)

“All is well, Master Dwalin. Do not distress yourself!” She called out to the vision of prowess stomping towards her.

She would not necessarily be welcome here, she knew, but it made her feel safer already to know that, at the very least, they would not have looked on as she was raped and murdered by some stranger.

“The lass has chased away a grown man with a tree branch. Aye, she might be well assorted to Oakenshield.” Balin laughed, carrying the infant easily back to the settlement. She remembered the impossible weight in her arms, pushing down on her bones and compressing her flesh, and she was amazed at the strength of these beings.

“May I borrow a knife?” She asked the two warriors who were apparently waiting for her to take her back into the confines of the settlement, Thorin looking positively eager to take her to safety and slightly annoyed at the delay.

Dwalin handed her a small blade and she knelt again, opening a small wound in her forearm and sticking the bloodied knife-edge into the ground. It was a hungry earth, she knew for she felt its thirst, and old nan had told her that dung and blood fertilised the soil best.

“What are you doing, lass?” Dwalin approached, cautiously, suspicious of an obviously insane woman with a knife. “Gardening, Master Dwalin, gardening.” She replied with a small chuckle. Maybe, she could get some seeds out of those vegetables she had bought. When dawn broke, she would inspect the wilderness around the Mountains in search of herbs and fruits she could use for her other, meagre talents in hopes that she could be of service in any other way.

“Mistress? Mother asks what is to be done about the food you have brought…” The blonde kid came up to them, exclaiming: “Oi, mistress, you’re hurt!” and offering a rather dubious handkerchief right away.

“Oh, no, I’m fine.” She looked to Thorin, seeking his help in explaining. “She does things differently.” Thorin said tonelessly but inclined his head at her to get her to answer the original question of his nephew.

“Come, Mistress, you must be cold. Really, uncle, to have that poor woman sitting on the cold ground.” Fíli seemed outraged and dragged her away towards the settlement, shaking his head at an equally indignant Thorin.

“So…about that food.” The young man asked again, pointing at the cart nobody had touched hitherto. “It was a gift…”

Thorin had said it would be welcome, but maybe they distrusted her that much? “I have purchased it from a merchant from the Shire and Thorin has been there all the time, I have…there is…it’s good.” She stammered, biting her lip, she had never been so far from home and comfort; she felt painfully outmatched by all these gloriously self-possessed people around her.

“Oh yes, nobody said there was anything wrong with it. No…but it’s yours, Mistress. Uncle said you’ve bought it.” Fíli replied gently, steering her to a nearby bench and twisting his moustache. Evidently, he was trying on the role he would have to fill sooner or later; she hoped it would be later, much later, for she could not even envision the death of one Thorin Oakenshield.

The very man approached and lifted his hands when she wanted to defer that decision to him. “You bought it with your past, woman, you decide of its future.” He declared and waited.

“What are you talking about, Master Dwarf?” She mumbled, waving at the cart and the foodstuffs within. “These are offerings to the venerable royal family and their people.” She spoke to the young prince, handing him what little was left of her savings.

“Woman, did you just hand him your money?” Thorin roared. “Yes, Master Thorin, didn’t you?”

“That’s not the same thing.” He protested. “I am not a kept woman, Master Thorin, and I am not your guest. Your people cannot bear another idle mouth to feed, another idle body to warm, isn’t that the truth you tried to hide from me?”

He retreated one step, startled by her candid words. “That first night, you took me in, you gave me food.” He murmured.

“And I will continue to do so, Master, I will forage and hunt, I’m used to walking to markets to sell my wares and I shall go on doing just that. I have survived on my own for a long time and I don’t need anyone to take care of me.”

Her pride shone bright in that second as she went toe-to-toe with a king, with a man she respected, with a person she venerated for his kindness and generosity. “I want you to be my guest.” He said, just a tiny bit petulant.

“And I’m telling you that I don’t want to be your guest. You are my master…and my friend. Have I ever offered you less than my service?” She barked back, proud and strong, standing in the middle of the courtyard with her cart.

“I have made a vow, Thorin-king, I have promised hard work and humility to purge the sins of my forefathers. Have you forgotten about that? I shall not renounce my promise to the creator.” She went on, softer.

“You are delivered. Men don’t work for the likes of me.” Thorin retorted, with deceiving calm.

“I am not a man though, am I? All kinds of people work for their king if their king works for them, and women have worked for a man since the beginning of time.” She smiled. “I am not a slaver!” He exploded.

“They are not your people.” As soon as he saw her face fall, he knew that he had gone too far, that his words and his pitiful mastery of them had failed him; like wild horses, they had run off and trampled someone he cared for.

“Thorin!” The princess, beautiful and wreathed in flames of just anger, stormed into the yard and let both her palms clash heavily onto his broad chest.

“Do not listen to him, he did not mean it the way he’s spoken it; Thorin has ever been a mulish, overly proud, misspeaking fool.” She whispered to the frail creature huddled in her hurt as a babe in a blanket.

“It runs in the family.” Thorin hissed and earned another withering, punitive stare from his sister.

“Your gifts are very welcome. What he means to say is that we do not want to be seen as the kind of people who take advantage of the…goodwill of a gentle maiden such as you. We are said to be ruthless and greedy.” Her eyes went dark with sadness. “There are things that may point into that direction. If you were to sacrifice that tender life of yours in service to a…homeless people, it would shame us.” Her royal hand rested heavy and solid on the frail and shivering one.

“I would be part of a great destiny, of retribution, of redemption, if you permit, Milady.” She whispered, begging under her breath. “Such faith have you in a king without a crown, without a realm, without an army?” The princess was surprised.

“Such faith have I in the person who’s led me out of misery and through peril to a safe haven, yes.” She replied firmly.

“Harbul…” Thorin sighed, much to the dismay of his sister and the onlookers. He had called her “mudlike”, which was in itself not a compliment, but when she looked up to question him on his choice of name, he smiled: “Creature of mud, creature of soil, fertile daughter of water and earth.”

She bowed to him, accepting “mud” as her name, as her epithet, as her identity, amongst those strange people who were so private with their own names. Her previous name was strange and outlandish to them, so she encouraged the outraged crowd to address her by a word of their own language.

They were so proud of their heritage that it was unimaginable to them to feel honoured to be given another name in a foreign language, but she hoped that at least Thorin would understand. “I am sorry.” He murmured as he took her arm to go into the dining hall, small and cramped as it might be. So, he did not understand.

“If I had been less hasty, if my words had been less careless, please believe me that I’d have bestowed a name worthy of your courage and your loyalty upon you. I’d have praised your beauty and your good heart rather than harp on your own erroneous vision of yourself. I am truly sorry.” He whispered into her ear, while his sister still looked at him as if he had crawled out under a rock.

“Don’t…I love it.” She beamed up at him, trying out her own name tentatively. “I feel like I’ve arrived.”

“From dust to mud? I don’t want that, I don’t want you to stay a slave to ghosts forever.” He sounded exasperated by her meekness. “Some of us are born for greatness, harbingers of momentous change and icons of a bright future, Master Dwarf. You are more than just a man, you’re a promise, you’re an oath, you’re the physical embodiment of an excellence spanning centuries and millennia…and some of us…are not.”

“Arzâm, that’s what I should have named you.” He groaned. “Woman, growled impatiently, has worked perfectly for us this far, no?” She grinned, then, overcome with curiosity, she asked: “What does it mean then?”

“It means “faith”; despite everything you say about yourself, it is what I think of first when I think of you.”

“And do you think of me often?” She laughed. “Yes.” He gave back in a serious, ponderous tone.

“Then I shall accept that name as well. Faith, it suits me well.” She was still smiling, shedding her old skin and everything she had been born into with an easy shrug that confused and amazed Thorin.

At the closed door though, she hesitated, then stopped completely.

“I…Should I go in there? I can eat out here.” The woman henceforth and forevermore known as Faith offered.

“You are not a dog, woman, come in. There are still dwarrows who want to meet you…and they’re pushing against this very door from the wrong side.” With an impatient call through the wooden partition inviting unseen people to please clear the doors, Thorin gave it a hearty shove.

Excited murmurs and threatening growls erupted in a sound like waves crashing onto the shore.

“I am unwelcome.” She whispered, biting her lip to keep her calm while Thorin moved with impervious determination through the throng of people towards a table where his nephews were already seated.

“Let me leave, Master Thorin, I beg you.” His hand only tightened around her arm as he pushed her forward, feeling miserable because he was treating her like a prisoner now, but she would not just scurry away to eat scraps of the food she had bought herself. “Don’t be afraid; these are the sounds living, breathing beings make…Okay, dwarrows might be a little louder than the fine people you’ve grown up with, but…” He gave her a crooked smile.

It was true; she was overwhelmed with the sheer volume of the cacophony of life around her. After years of wandering in an endless, wooded tomb, she had almost forgotten what vivacity sounded like.

“If you go any slower, uncle, she’ll be dead of starvation before you make it to the table. We’ve all seen the beautiful maid you’ve brought along with you, now make haste, we want to eat.” The younger one of the nephews called out and ducked behind his brother to avoid Thorin’s glaring look. Only, he had not minded his own mother who gave him a sharp rap on the head that might have broken Faith’s neck from the look of his head flying forward and almost knocking over a pitcher.

“Friends, kinsmen, join me in welcoming Mistress Faith who not only has provided this dinner, but, as I am told, has also chased away a potential intruder AND tried to hold a pebble.” Dís announced, apparently silently agreeing with her son’s assessment that Thorin’s dignified and regal entrance was basically just annoying and boring.

General laughter from the surrounding crowd made Faith look around in wonderment and interest. “Why is that funny? That infant was adorable, why wouldn’t I try to hold it?” She looked up at Thorin questioningly. “They’re heavy and notoriously difficult. Your new friend here was a terror.” He grinned as they reached the table, nodding at his sister.

“I was absolutely nothing of the sort; I was a proper angel compared to my older brother.” She spat back and, for a moment, Faith thought that she would stick out her tongue in defiance.

“Fíli was a fussy baby, but Kíli was not all that difficult.” Dís informed her as she pushed the woman down on a chair with a force that made her bones creak. “They must have been so adorable.” Faith sighed under her breath.

“They were okay.” Thorin grumbled, but his eyes were warm. She remembered the stories he had told her on the road about their first weapons and their first ponies; she had traded him old women’s tales for recollections of his beloved family and so she knew that he loved those rambunctious boys more than his own life.

“Also, that baby was not difficult at all.” She turned back to Thorin. “It tried to scalp you!” He exclaimed. “Nonsense, it merely played with my hair…It was charmed to find someone who let it touch their hair.” She rolled her eyes at him.

“Well…you may touch mine, for good luck, as you say. Would that make you feel less nervous?” It was a surprising offer and she shook her head immediately. “Oh no, I won’t touch your hair, in the dining room, in front of everyone!” She hissed under her breath which made him break into booming laughter.

Fiddling around with his braids for a second, he pressed a small metal bead into her hand under the table.

“For good luck.” He winked. “Thorin-king, you cannot do that.” She blushed. “I am king; I can do what I want.”

Being back home with his people brought out that other side of him as well, she noticed; he seemed to have a streak of wicked, quick-witted humour that made her head spin. She knew this to be a joke for she was fiercely aware that she had only known one single person in all her life who had lived observing a more extensive array of rules and restrictions than her: Thorin.

“Be true to your name, woman, and have faith in me, have faith in my people. We are a private folk, suspicious, distrustful, wary of outsiders, but we also know a gem from a pebble, and we value loyalty above all else.” He said with that weighty, serious tone that made him sound so much like a king of old.

He served her prime cuts and a good heap of vegetables. “Eat your greens, Thorin-king!” She whispered as she understood that he was trying to smuggle her his portion as well. Despite the face that he made at her, he shoved a fork full into his mouth grimly and stared her down defiantly.

“Thank you, Mistress.” Fíli bowed his head at her with a cheeky smile. “At your service, prince.” She replied, her deference marred by the grin she couldn’t suppress. “Do you want to walk with Kíli and me after dinner? We can show you the others.” The prince offered eagerly. “Others?” Faith was immediately interested.

“Don’t overtax her.” Thorin cut in, stern, afraid that too many dwarrows at once might still make her run for the hills.

“Oh, please say I may go, Master Dwarf. Please.” She begged, grabbing his arm with both her hands. “Well, my nephews can open the doors for you.” He said with a sly smile and had she not been in the dining room in presence of a good many of his subjects, she might have smacked his arm for his cheeky insolence.

“Will you heap blessings on them as well?” Thorin asked, a tinge of jealousy piqued within his heart. “I shall beg the great creator to be merciful to those who would follow you into the great unknown, yes.”

“That great creator you always talk about…who is he?” Thorin shoved away his plate and turned to her fully, to the surprise and confusion of the other people in the room. “Well, he’s the great creator. We are not given his name, Thorin-king. He is one and he is many. He is the source of everything.”

Thorin made a gesture that encouraged her to go on. “He’s the beginning and from him flowed all powers and things, which in turn created new things. Creatures of mud. Creatures of stone.” She smiled up at him with open warmth.

“We believe that Mahal has created us. Hewn us from stone and Eru Ilúvatar gave us consciousness.” Thorin murmured in a low voice to her. Faith raised her hand and puckered her lips in strenuous concentration. This sounded familiar…had she perverted her nan’s stories? Had she diluted the tale?

“He is one and he is many, from him all things sprang, the holy maker of things, fashioner of chains and forger of wonders…the name escapes me, Thorin-king, but I might have heard of that Mahal.” She whispered, more to herself than to him until she became aware of his burning gaze upon her focused face. “Yes, I might have known that story…” She repeated.

“That’s a part of the great creator that had no bearing on my life though, I am sorry.” She went on, apologetic. “The story doesn’t end there; Yavanna, his wife, is queen of the earth, bringer of fruits, protectress of all things that grow.” Thorin interrupted her.

“So, you’ve given the different parts of the great creator names?” – “It’s what people say…there are many names and a lot of stories, I thought you might like them.” He smiled gently; he had seen how she was grounded in her faith and how she thrived on stories and tales. This was a gift to her, and he hoped that she would not be offended.

“Hmmm, interesting.” Faith was consumed by curiosity now. “So, you were hewn from stone?” – “No, not me.” He laughed.

“Durin then? Was Durin hewn from stone?” She asked, remembering that mystical first king. “Yes…”

“And he had a long beard?” Faith beamed up at him. “Yes, he had a long beard.” Thorin chuckled, amazed by her naïve fascination and earnest wish to learn; to her, all of this were stories, fairy tales and pretty lies, but his people had cherished and passed on those accounts for generations.

Faith’s mind was churning with questions; to her, there had always been a notion of sacrifice and devotion to her observance of her belief and she wondered what might please this Mahal.

“Have I leave to go to the nearest river in the morning?” She asked Thorin as their plates were cleared away. “What for?”

“Have I leave to use one of your furnaces?” She went on, not answering his question.

“I accept your faith, I accept your vision of the creator, and I hope they might accept my way of honouring them.”

She would go and collect loam, purify it to clay and turn it into pottery, he understood. Offerings had ever been her way of expressing and observing her faith; he had seen her twice bleed onto the ground and a hundred times call out to the great creator while offering her time, her tears, and her pain to him.

“What for?” He repeated slowly. “To give thanks for the walls that encase me, for the man who’s saved me, for the creation of this beauty that fills my soul to the brim, Master Thorin. I have seen great wonders, they were gifts, and gratitude is expected.”

When he didn’t reply, Faith went on softly: “I have surrendered my life to you, I have surrendered my name to you, let me worship the way I always have and hope that it finds grace.”

Industry and creation had ever been pleasing to Mahal, Thorin thought and he could barely imagine that any Valar could be displeased with such ready and absolute devotion. One could have believed that her soul was easily swayed, but as he looked into her eyes, he discovered that her belief had only deepened thanks to his words.

“I’ve told you about Yavanna because she sounds like someone you’d feel…close to.” Thorin went on, disregarding his nephews who were chomping at the bit to get the poor woman away from him. No doubt, they had some mischief in mind.

“Many times you’ve called me king of stone, immutable and intransigent…” He went on. “Strong and steady.” She corrected.

“Well, allow me to call you queen of growth then, queen of thriving things, queen of change.” The way his face melted into a dazzling smile made her feel weak in the knees; he was the fire and the smith in equal measures, and she would never grow accustomed to the flashing blaze that engulfed her unexpectedly.

“Let us call you queen of moving away from the grumpy old dwarrow.” Kíli said cheekily and pulled her by the arm, almost tearing the whole limb out of the socket. “Gently!” Thorin warned his nephew, who apologised but kept drawing her away.

“So…how do you find uncle?” Kíli asked as soon as they were – almost – out of earshot.

“What are you talking about? He’s just over there! I had no reason to search for him this far.” Faith replied with a smirk.

“Haha, funny, no, but…how do you find him?” The young prince insisted, not discouraged by her side-stepping.

“I find him much restored in his health and mood now that he’s amongst his kin.” Faith provided amiably.

“Mahal’s beard, woman, do you think he’s cute?” Ah, the impatience of the young, Faith thought, increasingly enjoying this little game. “No, prince, there is no creature on this earth less probable to be called “cute” than your uncle, the king.” She chuckled.

“Really? Look at him, look at the fuzzy beard…Is it the beard? Really, he could grow a proper one, not like Kí here…He has his reasons to wear it short…It is the beard, isn’t it?” Fíli plunged into the conversation.

Faith wondered how good the king’s hearing was and how he’d feel about her being asked inappropriate questions about him by his intrusive but adorable nephews. She also knew that beards and hair were not up for discussion usually.

“There is nothing wrong with the king’s beard.” – “You can call him Thorin, he’s not here…You can call him everything you like…” Fíli was an irreverent creature, Faith thought, cheeky to a fault, but she felt warm affection wash through her immediately, nonetheless.

“I shall call the king what he is. A king. Your most revered uncle. A man deserving of respect and esteem.” She said severely.

“You sound like mother…Come on, give us something. Any little thing, you like the beard then?”

“He’s a good man.” Faith said slowly. “But do you think he’s handsome? I feel like he hasn’t been told that he’s handsome lately. Mom tells him he looks like a raincloud that was stuffed inside a rotten tree trunk for too long.”

Faith knew that it was a trap, but she couldn’t help herself. “I am pretty sure that the honourable princess would never say anything quite as callously untrue to her brother, the king.” She cut in sharply.

“You should tell him that he’s handsome.” Kíli looked at her with huge, wet eyes pleadingly. “No, I should most definitely not do anything of the sort. Are you out of your mind, good prince?”

Faith bit her lip, that was no way one was to speak to a prince.

“I am not. He’s my uncle, I am fond of him…and he’s lonely. Also, he’s worn his best tunic tonight and you did not comment on it, did you? Screaming at him and all.” Now, he was making her feel guilty; she had indeed almost argued with Thorin tonight.

“Durin blue and all…” Fíli added. “You know Durin?”

“The one hewn from stone with the long beard, yes. I have not had the pleasure as that was before my time, but yes, I have been made aware of him.” Faith replied cautiously; she knew not if she was allowed to talk about this to other people.

“Do you think him ugly? It’s okay if you do, many of your kind do. We had just hoped that you’d…cheer the old boulder up with your feminine guiles.” They seemed dejected by her words and Faith was quick to want to reassure them. One would have thought that she had insulted their Mahal and Durin by not answering their question and their sad eyes broke her heart.

“Who? The king? He’s the most beautiful creature in the world.” Faith almost stumbled over her own words.

“Oh really? Can you tell him? Please, tell him.” Strong hands closed around her arm. They must have been adorable as children, Faith thought again, no wonder Thorin loved them with such fierce intensity and tender indulgence.

“To his face?” Faith was doubtful that this would be a good idea. “To his goofy, fuzzy face, yes.” Kíli laughed.

“Kí…Let’s go meet a friend of ours. I think you’ll like him.” Fíli grabbed her sleeve ever so delicately and gave it a gentle tug, apparently afraid to damage his uncle’s plaything. “I am not made of sugar.” Faith laughed.

“You have no idea what they’re like if you dare…touch, take, damage or steal what they consider theirs. Great-granddad, he was…intense.” Fíli chuckled, but there was a darker, painful truth behind his light tone. Faith retraced their family tree, potential centuries of history, reciting under her breath: Thorin II, son of Thráin II, son of Thrór. What had happened to them? Thorin had spoken at length about the family that lived, about the people she’d meet, but he had avoided the subject of his forefathers as much as possible. What did the prince mean by “intense”?

“I am not his. Not in that way. I am a tool, not a valued possession.” Faith tried to protest, but heavy dwarven brows raised in evident mockery stopped the gush of indignant words immediately.

“Yeah, that’s probably why I can already feel our mother’s breath on my neck…Uncle didn’t want to let you go, let you out of his sight…as if we’d ever let any harm come to you.” Fíli puffed up with wounded pride. “The king says you have a tendency to mislay and lose your…things. Toys. Ponies.” Faith dared interject.

“This is different! Mother would…oh, she’d be furious and so would uncle. No, we’ll take you to see Ori and let uncle introduce you himself to the rougher fellows. Do you have any valuables?” Kíli asked in a nonchalant tone as they led her down a narrow corridor.

“No?” Faith patted the pockets of the dress that didn’t belong to her, just in case the previous owner had left anything in them.

“Good, because Nori will pick your pockets.” They both laughed. “Oh…maybe I should have brought something of value then?” Faith felt bad and slightly irritated at the boys for not having warned her beforehand.

“Here, it’s your own coin you handed to me so gallantly. It will make the old boy happy.” Fíli handed her a coin and she tucked it away in one of the skirt pockets diligently. “You’re a good sort, Mistress.” Kíli grinned, giving her a small slap on the shoulder that propelled her a few feet forwards.

“Be careful, Kí! Uncle will not let her come with us anymore if she’s all bruised afterwards!” His brother reprimanded the young prince immediately who apologised with another one of those melting puppy-eyed looks that made her heart shudder with maternal instincts. “I have to toughen up.” She just smiled.

“No, we need to learn delicacy. Ah, here’s one who will know how to act…Ok, he’s fled. We’ll get him!”

They ran off, after a reddish flash dashing around a corner, with surprising agility. To Faith, it felt like watching wolf pups chase after a deer; there was the distinct cuteness of youth, but already, one could not oversee the instincts and the single-minded determination of predators, of warriors, of flowering strength and power.

Sighing, she decided to follow them, praying that there would be no doors to open or sullen dwarrows to confront before she found them. In her mind, she turned over the question if it would really be appropriate to tell the king that he was handsome…She had said so before, but she had spoken abstractly, never really adopting the tone his nephews so ardently claimed was necessary. The mere possibility that those two rascals could be right when hinting at the king’s loneliness overruled her sense of propriety and what little pride she had left. Once she’d find her way back to her companion, she’d tell him.

“Mistress? Here’s Ori.” Kíli shoved another youngish dwarrow towards her who looked like he wanted to be anywhere but in her presence. Her heart froze. Two other silhouettes appeared from the shadows and the hairs on her neck raised in gooseflesh.

#thorin oakenshield #stuffy thorin #nephews #fíli and kíli are pests #Ori ran #a bit of theology #not serious #don't come for me #fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #writing #longer than expected

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Paper Rings | Bucky Barnes

Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: modest/innocent stalking lol, fluff, references to sex (sfw)

Word Count: 1.5k

Summary: In a series of vignettes, you discover your recent relationship development with supersoldier Bucky Barnes, the Winter Soldier. From friends to more, in the most unexpected way.

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A/N: tag lists are open! This is part of my 5 Days of Oneshots! Based off Paper Rings by Taylor Swift! This is my first song fic, am I doing this right?

The moon is high like your friends were on the night that we first met

You were cleaning up the bar when you caught eyes with him across the room. He was handsome and put together neatly. His beard longer, but well-maintained; long hair swept back in a low bun at the nape of his neck. He wore a deep emerald green suit that complimented him nicely.

He raised his hand to take a sip of his drink when you caught sight of his metal arm. Was this the Winter Soldier? Seated beside Captain America, there was no doubt this was the man that occupied media coverage so many days throughout the year.

The Avengers were crowded in the VIP section of the downtown club that you spent so many hours working in. Sure, you were used to a variety of celebrity clients because of the upscale nature of the club, but the Avengers was a group that you didn’t expect to see on just any day.

Tony Stark had presumably dragged the team out for a celebration following the grueling mission that headlines the news for the last week. Their business was straining; surely everyone needed a drink every now and then.

But he looked stiff, uncomfortable, as though he was in a situation he felt he didn’t belong in. From what you knew about him, it could be expected that he would be a private individual. As America’s longest-serving prisoner of war, brain-washed by Nazis for nearly 70 years, the man had every right to abstain from social interaction.

When he happened to glance over towards you at the bar and caught eyes with you, you could only describe the connection as instant. When he realized that you met his gaze, he turned away, instead, shifting his focus to the rest of the group.

Went home and tried to stalk you on the internet

After getting off work that night, you sat curled up on your couch for the next few hours, reading and watching videos of the man known as the Winter Soldier. He matched the man you saw in the bar; metal arm and fiercely handsome good looks. The man was actually a ghost; one undercover social media account, but other than that, no trails of him whats so ever.

The wine is cold, like the shoulder I gave you in the street

Every once in a while, you passed the Winter Soldier, who you now know as Bucky Barnes on your early evening walks to work. New York was only so large, it was bound to happen at some point. You met his eyes once again, but you turned away quickly this time, walking into the bar for work.

Cat and mouse for a month or two or three

It had been a few months since you first saw Bucky at the bar, and he seemed to pop up everywhere. At the coffee shop that you regularly frequented before your shifts, grocery shopping, and every once in a while on the street.

One day, you confronted him about his incidental appearances.

“Hey- have you been following me?”

“Have we met before?” he asked, oblivious to the entire affair.

“No. But you were at the bar- 13 degrees- that night, with the Avengers. You saw me.”

“I’m afraid I don’t remember, doll. My apologies. Have a nice day,” he parted ways before continuing on his way.

Four days later, you walked into the coffee shop to grab your favorite vanilla latte on your Saturday off. The Winter Soldier was here, of course he was, sitting in the corner, sipping on a coffee of his own. After picking up your coffee from the barista, you walked over to him and took a seat across from him.

“My name’s Y/N,” you said bluntly, asserting dominance in the situation.

“Oh, from the grocery store,” he said, a tinge of confusion still hidden in his voice.

“And this coffee shop for the last three months. And on the street outside the bar.”

“I’m afraid I dont-”

You cut him off, “I know you’ve been following me and I know who you are.”

“I guess the game is up, huh?”

“Game?”

“Doll, I think you’re beautiful. I’ll admit, I’ve been trying to run into you for the last three months, just to get you to talk to me.”

“Is that even legal?”

“I promise I haven’t been watching you through your windows or anything like that.”

“Good.”

“I promise.”

You sat in the awkward silence for a few moments, unable to look back up at him.

“Would you like to come back with me, darling?” he extended to you, polite.

“I think I would, Mr. Barnes,” you teased.

Grinning, he picked up your hand in his gloved hand. Which he used to presumably cover his metal arm. He leads you back to the Tower, when you get there, a dizzying flurry of kisses with you pressed up against the wall and roaming hands quickly lands you in the supersoldier’s bed for the rest of the night.

Now I wake up in the night and watch you breathe

You rolled over to look at the clock, 4:35. You rolled back over to look at Bucky, sound asleep, bare chest expanding, and compressing with each breath. He looked peaceful here; it was hard to believe that this was the man that was so feared online.

Kiss me once ‘cause you know I had a long night

Your meetings and hookups became more frequent, Bucky coming to your apartment, and him inviting you over again. After long shifts at the bar, Bucky would be the one to keep you company. One night, following a seven-hour shift, he stopped by with dinner and a lovely bouquet of flowers.

He knew just how to cheer you up in the right way.

Kiss me twice ‘cause it’s gonna be alright

You and Bucky made it official after 6 months since meeting for the first time at the bar. He quickly became your best friend; knowing just how to make you laugh and keep you company.

Missions were rough; you were always stressed if he was going to make it back home safely to you. You made it a point to stop by the tower to kiss him goodbye before he left.

Today, he boarded the quinjet with Steve and Sam, stopping at the foot of the ramp to say goodbye. You held his chin in your hands and leaned in to peck his lips one last time.

“Come back home, soldier.”

“Every time, darling,” he grinned, before kissing you again, confirming that he was going to come back home to you again.

Three times ‘cause I’ve waited my whole life

When he finally landed on U.S. soil after two weeks of fighting, you were there on arrival. You stood in the landing pad, waiting to see your soldier walk off the very ramp he walked up just a few weeks ago.

He came down with a slight limp and a heavy bruise across his cheek. A slice across his cheekbone was repaired with a few bandages. You gasped upon seeing him, this your first run-in with the grave dangers of international crime.

He stumbled his way to you, and you embraced him in a tight hug. He grunted softly, and you backed away.

“I’m sorry, are you hurt?”

“Just a bit sore, darlin’. Nothing I can’t handle, c’ mere,” he said, pulling you back in.

You hugged him again, not as tight as before, tucking your head into the crook of his neck.

I like shiny things, but I’d marry you with paper rings

Admittedly, you had been self-indulgent your whole adult life. You attributed it to your growing up, with not much more than what your parents could afford to feed you and your brothers and sisters. Now that you’ve grown with your own job and career, you can afford to clothe yourself with finer clothes, accented by the occasional piece of jewelry.

Bucky took notice of this and spoiled you rotten. On your one-year anniversary, Bucky surprised you with a Tiffany necklace, a small heart pendant with a matching key.

“For you, because you have my heart in lock and key,” he said with a shy smile as he laced the thin chain around your neck, closing it shut.

“Thank you, babe, it’s beautiful. I love it, but you know you don’t have to give me these things.”

Darling, you’re the one I want

“I know, but I love you.”

“I love you too.”

I hate accidents except when we went from friends to this

Surprisingly, this had been the first time you muttered those words aloud to one another, but it couldn’t be more of the truth. Bucky had been a surprising introduction into your life, but you couldn’t see it any other way.

From some sort of innocent stalker that just happened to end up in the same places that you were for three months, to your lover. You were glad that Bucky Barnes was in your life. A protector, a friend, and so much more. He had filled the perfect space in your heart. And he was the key.

You’re the one I want

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[SYT] 5. the leading lamb

Show Your Teeth

Characters: Fiona, Winter, May, Robyn, Joanna Rating: Mature Tags: implied abuse, hurt/comfort, parental sibling, confessions, fluff Word Count: 7,219

Summary: Three Mantle Rats are invited to an Atlesian Party. What can go wrong?

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A/N: as a survive it’s very important for me to NEVER focus on the abuse itself. I try very hard to imply it and show the damage it can do but honestly I’m tired of reading stories where it’s just pain. So I try very hard to focus on the recovery and healing. I’d love feedback on this. Also check Ao3 for NSFW art lol. i forgot tumblr hates links so i think i’ll just edit it back in after a week or something to keep things organized.

Some how a shopping trip also turned into a raid on the local arcade. Fiona was winning despite what all the leaderboards was saying. Winter was cheating, she had to be. Robyn and Joanna was the better shot, they were the only ones that used range weapons a regular basis! Still Winter came in first. May should have won the batter’s game, her favorite weapon was a staff. Number One? Winter Schnee. The other three loudly cheered Fiona on as she adjusted her grip on the hammer.

The last game was a the gold on ‘Test of the Strength.’ Sure, some of was actual strength but almost all of it was leverage. Fiona loved stealing… borrowing! Loved borrowing heavy weapons. Axes… Elm’s hammer. She almost got Marrow’s boomerang and still had two years to do it. A worker quickly stepped in as Joanna was some how about to convince the man they’ll settle the matter like adults.

Several minutes later they had enough tickets to buy all the giant stuff animals on display. Like adults, everyone gave their tickets to the children nearby.

Like an adult, Fiona slammed her fist on the counter and demanded the giant lion.

“By the brothers, Fi…” Robyn mumbled a little embarrassed.

It was the fifth time she’d manage to surprise and fluster the women. Fiona wasn’t counting the smirk tugging at her lips and cute mole on her chin. The fluttering in her chest wasn’t getting worse and her hands didn’t feel cold and empty when she looked at Robyn. Fiona only hugged her stuff animal tighter.

“I won and Winter cheated! I deserve a trophy!” Fiona argued sticking her tongue out at them. In truth she just needed something to desperately keep her hands occupied. Joanna was the only one that smiled fondly at her and ruffled her hair. The other three acted disappointed.

And to be extra annoying she refused to absorbed it and forced the group to return to Robyn’s apartment. Fiona dumped several bags of clothes onto the living room floor and then took the couch with her new best friend. May took the time to choose to pick out everyone’s outfit and will most likely buy a few more accessories when they head up to Atlas.

“What should I name it?” Fiona asked with a grin, ears wiggling happily.

“Childish,” Robyn said with a soft teasing bite. Fiona didn’t notice the way her eyes light up, all bright and unguarded. Or noticed Robyn’s habit of blowing her fringe out of her eyes.

“Deviant,” May said slowly shifting through the bags. Eventually the others helped her but Fiona stayed on the couch.

“Selfish,” Joanna added.

“You all suck,” Fiona mumbled. She fell back, laying down on the couch and not even taking up all the space. She held up the stuff lion above her, playing with its tiny round ears as her own fluttered happily.

Today was the most fun she had in years. And not because of the sex. A sudden shiver rolled through Fiona’s body, a flash of heat dried her mouth and warmed her cheeks. The sight of Robyn stretched out before her… The sweetness rolling off her tongue and down her chin and neck. Her ears fluttered, remembering how Robyn screamed Fiona’s name.

Fiona buried her face against the muzzle. Trying not to groan at the memory. Robyn was her teammate, going to be her huntress partner. Not… Fiona tried to shelved her dancing heart. It was just… stress relief between friends. Casual hookups and friends with benefits weren’t unheard of when majority of Atlas’ population was asexual.

Robyn will be her new partner. They’ll pass their combat final with flying colors and… and ideally Robyn will stay. Fiona swallowed her racing heart back down to her chest. She’d get to see those stupid eyes everyday.

“I’ll name you… Spring.” Fiona said cuddling her trophy. Robyn glanced at her with a smirk and raised brow. “For new beginnings!” Fiona huffed and pouted at the women. Robyn’s smile eased the tension from her shoulders, looking… a lot how like Winter looks at May. Stupidly fond and earnest and Fiona had to look away with ears fluttering about.

“You have competition now,” Joanna teased, elbowing her partner. Fiona saw a light blush on Robyn’s tanned cheeks for a second. They all turned back to the elites, noticing May holding up an outfit that wasn’t for any of them.

“They won’t be able to do any compression for awhile,” Winter said. They, meaning the Thief. Fiona sat up, resting her chin on her trophy’s shoulder. The two elites picked out an outfit for the Thief on their last shopping trip. May shifted a little more, looking away uncomfortably.

Fiona realized that she never saw May in anything that she didn’t want to wear. She switched between the boy’s and girl’s uniform according to her mood, wore makeup whenever she felt like it and never because it was required. Fiona always thought it was May being May, a rebellious brat tired of all the rules… the rules just never applied to her in the beginning.

Fiona touched her ears, only being able to relate on a different level. “Scarf’s are good too,” Fiona said. Her teammates gave her a pointed look with a soft sneer. Fiona pouted at it back before Robyn playfully sat down next to her and tugged at the scarf around her neck.

“Are you ever going to give it back?” May tried to be teasing but was still a little tense.

“Maybe… not?” Fiona mumbled, an idea hitting her. She blushed and looked away. It was stupid and humans always got the wrong impression but it was true. “Maybe we should give it to the Thief-”

“Glade,” May gently reminded.

“We should give it to Glade,” Fiona corrected. “They responded pretty well to me and May so it might calm them down.” Joanna and Robyn glanced at each other a little confused. “Um… Faunus are wired differently,” Fiona answered, fidgeting a little in her seat. She never actually had to explain it to May and Winter. The pair picked up on it because they’re secretly super attentive and sweet. “We’re not hunting dogs, it works on a subconscious level and we don’t really notice it.” Fiona said. She was dancing around the subject a little because her nose was a little more sensitive than the average Faunus. Everyone had their own unique scent. Winter smelled of cool fresh air, like fresh dawn and a new beginning. May smelled of flowers, so soft it wrapped and cuddle Fiona from the inside.

Robyn and Joanna smelled like the forest of Mistral. Deep and rich, the kind of ground you could really set roots in and grace with flowers. Every bit of them was different parts of a home Fiona would like some day. No wonder Glade snuck in earlier.

Robyn and Joanna raised a brow. The slight movement helping Fiona realize she was quiet a little too long, “People just smell nice,” Fiona blurted out with a blush. “Familiar smells are calming while strangers are…”

“Upsetting?” Robyn asked.

“Kinda? It’s why May cuddles me when we need to sleep in hotels.”

“And why they practically dragged you into Robyn’s room last night,” Joanna said with chuckled, “That’s adorable.” The three students blushed softly.

The little lamb grumbled and shifted in her seat. Fiona didn’t tell them it was a sign of trust and acceptance in Faunus culture. So when they dropped off the clothes at the clinic and the Thief- Glade, walked into the clinic’s staff lounge with the scarf wrapped around their neck, Fiona smiled brightly, ears wiggling happily.

They chose the grunge outfit her elites bought, subtly turtling into the scarf as they tucked their wavy pale green hair into beanie… Keeping their eyes closed until they slipped on the dark reflective shades. Was their Faunus trait their eyes? Where they nocturnal or did they have non-human eyes?

“Thanks,” The Thief. said with a soft smile.

“Yeah, of course,” May tried to act like Winter, stoic and aloof. It was an adorable failure that had Fiona and her group of mismatched friends snickering. She grumbled at the mismatch group and looked focused on Dr. Pietro, “Are you attending the Schnee recital tonight?”

“Perhaps, Young Glade here has offered to help me finish my work but I will definitely attending Silvio’s birthday later this week,” Dr. Pietro said with a smile while the Thief frowned a little.

“Glade? What am I a stray dog?”

“We even got you a collar,” May taunted, pulling at collar of their flannel shirt. Glade only scoffed and quickly retreated back into the clinic, favoring one side over the other. Everyone noticed and gave Dr. Pietro a worried look.

“A broken leg that never healed right. Completely unrelated to what happened this morning.” Dr. Pietro said. " We had a close call with Ms. Goodwitch and Silvio earlier but they’ll be safe. If they stay here," He stressed the last bit loudly and pointedly.

“I promise I’ll keep you all out of trouble,” Glade yelled somewhere in the clinic.

“Not reassuring!” Fiona yelled back as they left. She took a few dancing steps in front of the group, smiling up at her friends, “So we ready to head back to Atlas?”

“Let’s see… Glade? Treated and recovering. Window. Fixed. Weapons?” Robyn asked.

“Check!” Fiona smile with a flick of her wrist, a switchblade was suddenly in her hands and flicked open. The others seemed to falter a little, a quick blush appearing on everyones face and Robyn looking particularly… bothered. Fiona only brightly smiled at her until Winter cleared her throat.

“Atlesian lesson 101?” The Schnee asked next.

“They’re bitches,” May and Robyn answered at the same time. Fiona giggled as Winter lightly glared at them both. “Public opinion is everything,” Robyn answered. “And 102, deliver what they think they want.”

What the Atlesians wanted from Robyn wasn’t far from who she actually was.

Joanna cleared her throat, “An average civilian, rising to the occasion to save a brilliant mind during a sudden attack on Mantle, the charismatic hero who always gets the girl in the end,” she narrated the hard-light poster dramatically before throwing her head back and laughing.

Thank god Winter had the foresight to drag them to Schnee Manor before the actual recital started. The only people around were servers, security, and fiends. It gave time for the Mantle Rats to get used to the environment, to the disgusting show of wealth. They had space for real trees in the city. Gated behind a wall with security cameras pointing out in every direction. Marble, chrome, rich dark oaks constructed the building and hard-light lamps advertised the Schnee emblem and tied it all with a soft blue glow.

Then there was the hijacked hard-light poster.

It was suppose to be displaying the poster May showed them earlier today, Weiss sinking on stage. Instead it was Robyn. Valiantly fighting Grimm in the foreground, fending off those creepy long fingers and giving Fiona time to grab Silvio as the ground erupted beneath them. Fiona tilted her head.

It looked like a movie still.

A very hot one Fiona would probably take for herself later but it didn’t feel right. “Is this what people see when they watch Huntsmen and Huntresses fight?” She asked softly. “Just action and adventure? Not, y’know… helping people?”

“It always seems like saving people is the ultimate form of help. It gets rather tiresome.”

The group turned around to see Goodwitch approaching. Her usual wear was formal enough, a lot more than the group’s casual suits and dresses. Robyn’s tie was purposely loose the top two buttons left open for that perfectly clean your-not-important-enough-for-me-to-care persona the group decided on. Just thinking about it made Fiona’s hand twitched. She wanted to pull at it for a while now. She enjoyed Robyn’s shock and flustered face and that tie… Robyn’s her teammate, not a casual fuck.

Fiona took a slow breath and looked back up at Goodwitch who eye did bounce between the gold bird pin everyone wore on their body.

“I’d like to formally apologize on Qrow’s behalf,” Goodwitch said a bit reluctantly. “Though I do not apologize for his absence. He’ll probably just puke all over the floor or hassle the servers.”

"If you want to apologize stop bringing up that drunk," May said, her arm leaving the small dip of WInter’s back. Winter tried to stay relax but was glaring hard up at the Vale huntress.

Goodwitch smile, “Best idea all day. Worse being people sneaking Grimm into the city,” She finished looking at Robyn and Fiona. The words made Fiona’s heartbeat leap into her throat. There… that was one explanation. The only reasonable. May did say something about a greater plan. Glade was the only one that acted- No. Fiona looked at Robyn, Glade was the only one that had the skill and resources to act. “James has told me you’ve looked into previous cases, Detective Hill?”

Detect… Detective?! Fiona tried not to sputter at the title. She tried to relax her ears, stop them from sticking straight out from the sides of her head. Joanna chuckled softly beside her and ruffled her hear, unfreezing her muscles.

“Fighting rings have started to bring in small non-Atlas Grimm to spice things up,” Robyn said. Fiona pulled her head out of the gutter, trying to focus on the conversation. Joanna set a hand on her partner’s shoulder, calming her down enough to continue civilly. “We’ve been trying to get the military involved for months.”

“Do you think these events are related?” Goodwitch asked.

“We put a dent in the major rings so I hope not,” Joanna whispered. “If Atlas gangs figure out how to turn Grimm into weapons…” Fiona didn’t want to think about those Imps agains.

“We’re already seeing some bandit tribes in Anima use similar tactics,” Goodwitch informed. One reason why Atlas was so crowded and industrialized was that Solitas made living outside of proper settlements difficult. Normal citizens without a protective Aura can’t even leave the kingdom without expensive equipment. “Extort them for protection by leading the Grimm to them and leave them once the main horde arrives.”

“They can’t all be connect,” Robyn said firmly shaking her head. “Twisted mines follow the same path every now and then.”

Goodwitch stared at the group for a long while, then smiled sadly, “I don’t suppose I can steal you from Atlas, can I?” Goodwitch asked.

“She’s mine,” Fiona blurted out, heart skipping a few beats as panic filled her for a second. She was so close to making things up to Winter and May. Just one last thing before they all continue with their training and studies, two years until they graduation. Robyn nudged her out of it a playful smirk comforting the little lamb. “She’s my partner for our combative final.”

“Ridiculous,” Goodwitch said with a deep scowl, “With how you all fought, I’ll see ensure James pass the three of you and accept you two into the Academy,” She looked at the students then at the detectives. The group blinked stunned until Goodwitch raised a brow.

“Thank you… ma’am,” Winter said softly. Even her eyes were wide.

Goodwitch only nodded. She turned on those high heels and practically marched away, “I look forward to working with you ladies again.”

“As long as that creepy as bird doesn’t break my shit!” Robyn called out after her. Robyn was practically bouncing, a large smile on her face as grabbed Joanna’s hands and practically bounced, “Heard that Joan! We’re Atlas students-”

“Your an Atlas student.” Joanna said pulling her hands free and pushing them firm on Robyn’s shoulders to stop her small bounce. " We don’t have the money for both of us to attend."

Fiona winced in sympathy, “I’m on almost five scholarships and it’s… not easy,” Fiona said softly. She needed to write essay’s attend tournaments, her workload was nearly tripped the average student’s. Another reason why she was so desperate to stay with Winter and May, another team would just hold her back. “I’m lucky i got teamed up with a perfectionist and a competitive idiot.” She nodded to Winter and May, both avoiding their gaze with an uncomfortable look. This wasn’t a conversation her elites usually hear.

Robyn scowled, gritting her teeth. Joanna smiled and patted her head like a she was pouting puppy, “We’ll figure something out Rob… Today is still our day off, right?” She looked at May who nodded.

“Would you two like a small tour of the manor?” Winter ask, already leading the group out of the foyer. They headed to the kitchen first, trying to walk past all the giant paintings of her family but Robyn stopped at the giant portrait. Winter tried to encourage the group to walk past but Joanna eyed the giant suit of armor and sword next to it. “My grandfather, Nicolas Schnee.”

“I read about him,” Joanna said, “When Robyn first suggested we go to Atlas Academy I laughed at her.”

“Yeah, I was so hurt I almost kicked you out,” Robyn mumbled. She turned towards Winter, “But you three know why we want to become Huntresses now.”

Fiona looked at Winter who pressed her lips tight. She only turned and walked deeper into the manor, forcing the group to follow. May didn’t leave her side, pressing into her shoulder every time a server passed with a tray of empty wine glasses. Their hands brushed every so often but neither of them made a move to hold on.

It was obvious why May joined. Winter was hung up on the fact that they only met their new friends yesterday.

“Same as you but a little different,” Fiona said, wiggling her ears for effect. “To help everyone, Mantle is just the start-” Suddenly hear ears perked up, flicking in the direction of the private area of the manor. It sounded like glass breaking.

“Damn it…” May mumbled. This time her hand finally slid into Winter’s, “I’ll check, you stay.”

“No.” Winter said, voice brittle and body so taunt it was ready to snap. Fiona hung back, letting May try and calm her not-girlfriend teammate. She also stopped Robyn from springing into action.

May stepped close, their heads leaned together to whisper as soft as possible. Fiona tried to ignore it but it was impossible with how quiet the hallways were. “You come, they come.” May said. Then her voice soften, “Please… Don’t put this all on me, Win.”

Winter blinked. Blue eyes shinning and cracking. Fiona would never say tears were in her eyes. After another squeeze Winter finally relaxed and let go of May’s hand. “Alright… Let’s go-”

“Stop! Please!” Silvio’s voice broke through the thick walls.

Immediately the group broke into a sprint. Winter was the fastest and Fiona was trailing behind her after absorbing her heels. A Glyph light the hallway. Before Fiona could stop her, a Beowolf roared, crawling out of it and slashing the door opened. She could hear two kids scream and another glass breaking.

Fiona only had a moment to take in the scene before the two kids ran towards them. Three adults and thanks to Fiona’s sensitive nose she could smell some alcohol on all their breaths. Weiss was in Winter’s arms in seconds and once Silvio stumbled out of Author Watt’s slacken grip, he was behind May.

“Let’s go.” May shoved Winter out of the room. She fought it, eyes on her mother and father. The Beowolf slowly growling.

“Please,” Weiss whispered. That finally broke Winter’s furious trance. She stepped back but left her Beowolf growling viciously it made Fiona’s ears twitch painfully low.

May lead them back to kitchens, Fiona could tell by the delicious smell and the clanking pots. It was the only life in the manor, the staff singing loudly and enjoying their work until the rich snobs came in and they’d have to act pleasant. When the group came in they immediately froze, nervous. They took one look at the kids and quieted down. The singing wasn’t as loud but still lively and cheerful.

Fiona watched some energy and return to the kids, a small weight lifting off their shoulders as Klein quickly appeared. His light brown eyes shifted from them to Winter, “Oh dear… what happened now-”

“Nothing.” Weiss said softly.

“Nothing new,” Silvio said with a scoff. He sat at the table, taking a dessert and stuffing it in his face before retreating into his Scroll. Klein sighed and replaced it with a fresh treat from the counter.

Fiona looked at Winter and May who gave her a gentle pleading look. The little lamb grabbed both Joanna and Robyn’s hands, leading them out of the kitchen. “Come on, their garden has real flowers in them,” Fiona said, trying to sound cheerful for the sake of the kids. Weiss didn’t smile and Silvio didn’t look up from his Scroll.

No one wanted to speak until they got the garden. Even then the heavy silence lingered, growing heavier as the trio watched the sunset on a bench. Finally Joanna sigh let out a loud sigh, leaning heavily into Fiona and pushing her into Robyn who easily bore the additional weight of two people.

“Maybe we should take Goodwitch’s offer and go to Vale?” Joanna mused softly. “It’d be cheaper too. Warmer. Friendlier.”

“But they don’t need us,” Fiona said softly.

Robyn came back to reality. Fiona and Joanna had to right themselves as she leaned forward and rubbed her face. “That is so messed up… Not even the rich has it easy in this fucking kingdom,” She was trembling. Voice on the verge of breaking and so damn angry. When Fiona tried bending down Robyn harshly turned away.

“I can smell you crying… sensitive nose remember?” Fiona whispered. She moved, taking Robyn’s other side so her and Joanna could sandwich Robyn in. Her hand hesitated, hovering above Robyn’s knee. Just as she was about to pull back Robyn uncurled and grabbed her hand. She held onto tightly as she leaned her head on Joanna’s shoulder and whipped away the tears with her other hand. “Now you know why they’re so protective of me… And why Winter wants to become a huntress.” Fiona said softly, rubbing comforting circles on Robyn’s skin with her thumb.

“What’s good is being an officer if I can’t even arrest a drunk huntsmen, let alone those three,” Joanna growled. She took a deep breath. Her arm was long enough to rest heavily on Robyn and Fiona’s shoulder. It was like a loose hold, so Fiona snuggled into both of them. For a long moment they all just sat there, letting their brains turn off.

Winter was the first to find them with a tray of food and drinks. She looked guilty but smiled seeing Fiona’s and Robyn’s hand tightly intertwine. Fiona haded how soft Winter’s voice came out, “I’m… I’m sorry you three had to see that.” She said. Fiona got up, passing the tray to Robyn and wrapping her arms tight around Winter.

“I’m sorry we can’t do anything they deserve,” Joanna said back. The three Mantle Rats invited Winter to sit with them on the bench but Winter politely refused, withdrawing a little instead. But she was here… and May asked her not to put it all on her anymore.

Fiona extruded a picnic blanket for them to sit on. Joanna and Robyn looked comfortable on the bench looked relaxed stretched out on the ground. After some thought, Robyn dropped her head onto Fiona’s lap. The little lamb smiled down at her, both enjoying and needing a sense of touch. Fiona selfishly let her heart beat faster, eyes wandering to Robyn lips and eyes as she played with the platinum strands of hair.

The cowardly part of Fiona wished Robyn didn’t relax the way she did, closing her eyes and humming softly in approval. At same time she’d hope to see it more. No wonder her two elite always got grumpy whenever their morning routine was interrupted.

“We’ve dealt with families with… similar situation,” Robyn explained, slowly turning her brain back on. “I can recommend some good therapist for your sister. Silvio too.”

“That’d… that’d be much appreciated. You’d have to talk to May about Silvio, she’s already helping him with… other things.” Winter said softly. She hide half her face behind a drink, her eyes meeting Fiona’s for a moment then down to Robyn and Joanna. “Thank you,” She whispered into her drink.

“Don’t thank me yet,” Robyn said with a small smile. She rolled onto her stomach and Fiona missed the warmth of her scalp and softness of her hair. “One more thing. Just pin May to the wall and fuck her already.” Winter blushed hard, coughing softly and trying to clear her throat. Joanna patted her back while Fiona giggled.

“I… I can’t-”

"Can’t? You practically fucking her through me," Robyn continued to press. Winter blushed harder, completely off balance and embarrassed by the topic. It was rare a sight, one that only May pulls off on a good day so Fiona jumped in.

“Technically, I was fucking you,” Fiona corrected, lightly flicking Robyn’s nose. “Because Winter’s too sweet on May to actually fuck another person,” She leaned forward and grinning at the Schnee. Winter tried to get Fiona to submit with a hard look. When Fiona started wiggling her brows a little Winter was forced to set her drink down or risk spilling it all over their semi-formal clothes. She barely remembered they were here for an Atlesian party.

“I don’t know if I should be upset that you two noticed before May did,” Winter grumbled softly. “But I didn’t think she liked me back until this morning.”

Fiona tapped her chin thinking back on their years together. “Honestly… I didn’t either. You? You were so obvious! The morning routines with the hair, how protective you were over her!” The pair might have edged each other to the extremes but that also meant they were always softer and much more relaxed when together.

“I have been hinting at it when since we were young,” Winter confessed. All the Mantle rats flinched. Joanna ran a hand through her hair, messing up the gel the Marigold styled it with.

“Well of course May don’t realize it!” Joanna said with an annoyed sigh. “You’ve been giving her mix signals-”

"How was this morning mixed signals?!" Winter hissed with a deepening blush.

“Just tell her,” Robyn said waving her hand.

“Tell who what?” May asked rounding the corner of bushes with another tray of food. “Klein wanted to make Fiona’s favorite since we haven’t snuck back in awhile.”

“Yes!” Fiona cheered taking the tray of fruits and sweets, strawberries covered in chocolates to fluffy cream stuffed puff. After throwing one in her mouth she teasingly dangled one in front of Robyn’s face. The women rolled her eyes, taking a bite of the strawberry and watching as Fiona finished it off.

May sneered, “Glad I haven’t missed much.”

“They’re trying to convince me to tell you about my undying love for you,” Winter said, in her default tightly controlled and dry tone. Before anyone could act surprised May threw her head back and laughed so hard her face went a little red.

“Yeah! Do it after Weiss’ performance.” May said with a bratty cute grin. Fiona tensed, a smile plastered to her face as she tried not to scream. Damn it May! “Announce our engagement so your father and my cousin can die of a heart attack!” She bent down, taking Winter’s hands and gently pulling her up, “Come on! Show’s starting soon and Silvio wouldn’t shut up about us grabbing front row seats.”

Within a few minutes the the theater was full and the lights dimmed to darkness. Fiona looked around. Her eyes spotting most of the military in the booths above the crowd. Goodwitch sitting irritably next to General Ironwood. Across from them senior Clover Ebi was sitting next to the freshmen Marrow. The other Faunus was busy looking around the theater too, a determine look on his face.

“There’s a lot of Atlas students here…” Fiona whispered a little uneasily.

“We do have two Atlesian scientist and the one visiting from Vale with his family,” Robyn said. Fiona looked back up the balconies. Sure enough she spotted the Vale scientist with his Faunus wife and daughter.

Unfortunately due to May and Robyn’s hassling each other, they didn’t get center seats, but from this angle Fiona was able to see just behind the curtains. At the side of the stage was a hooded figure in robs… Weiss next to them with Silvio a little ways off. Fiona strained her ears but it was too far.

The hooded not-Schnee figure took the center of the stage and from his Scroll Silvo activated the music. A slow piano piece fitting for the rich audience. Slowly the stage lights turned on, letting Fiona’s sensitive eyes adjust while gradually getting brighter for the humans to see, piano growing louder, picking up tempo.

“You are an ocean of waves, weaving a dream like thoughts, become a river stream,” the mysterious stranger sang. Her voice was lower than Weiss. A shock mummer spread across the crowd but the opening act wasn’t phased even as Fiona watched the military in the booths grow a little tense. They only relaxed when they realized another voice would join occasionally, Weiss standing beside Silvio, harmonizing into her mic. “Yet may the tide every change, flowing like time to the path, yours to climb.”

Fiona turned back to the stage, ears flinching a little whenever the music was too high for her sensitive ears. Whoever the mysterious singer was, she knew how to entertain walking the stage, posing and gesturing to the audience until the easily swayed like Marrow was at the edge of his seat and the reserved ones like Vine was absolutely enthralled. Robyn looked amazed, beautiful lavender eyes wide.

“Thou seek the light with an outstretched hand,” Slowly the opening act’s voice faded. Weiss’ voice growing louder but she hadn’t walked on stage yet, “A divine blade lies before you so command the wake of dreams, to restore the world, cut 'way the seams,”

Then the tempo picked up yet again, a drum encouraging Fiona’s heart into a powerful and steady beat. The mysterious singer reached out the audience, “Join in our prayer, in our song of birthrights and love,” She sang loudly. Weiss’ voice slowly appeared again, matching harmonizing so perfectly it had Fiona’s ears shuttering in pleasure, “Come the sun, illuminate the sky. Pray that we may quell the dark. Light take the throne. Lost in thoughts, all alone.”

Then the lights dimmed, the music slowed to pause. Fiona heard Robyn and Joanna catch their breath next to her. Fiona saw the mysterious singer rush to the side, encouraging Weiss onto the stage. She vigorously shook her head for a moment until Silvio whispered his own words of encouragement, gesturing to where Winter was sitting.

With a huff and a stomp she rushed to her position, the opening act helping her on the left and then rushed to their own position on the right side. It was then she noticed the slight shaking in her hands. As Silvio increased the lighting, Fiona could see the redness in her eyes she missed before.

Poor kid. Still having to preform after the bullshit three adults put her through. Fiona heard Robyn gasp softly, “This is all improved…” she muttered.

The verse repeated but this time the music didn’t slow. The drums became louder, drums and violins filling Fiona with a rush as she listened to every word, “Thou seek the dark with an un-sheathed blade,” Weiss’ voice was beautiful, it sent chills down her spine and the haunting familiarity of her assistant pulled everyone in like it was story, “Now a white ivory throne beckons so obtain the fate you sow on this path be wary friend and foe.”

The way they moved on stage, circling each other or stepping close and matching their steps was almost poetic. “May thy chosen path lead way, and grace you with virtue but surely balance awaits,” Slowly Weiss took the lead, the opening act smiling as Weiss’ hands stopped shaking. She looked directly at her sister in the front row, “So be it bliss or pain you gain beyond the route-way’s end. You’ll gain resilience and weakness. The trials, the thorn in your side becomes the greatest strength, in you.”

The song was a message to her sister, Fiona realized with a happy smile. She looked at the older Schnee. Winter looked proud. She reached over to her partner, grabbing her hand giving it a thankful squeeze. Fiona glanced at Robyn her own hand feeling stupidly empty. Until she notice Silvio and the hooded singer nodding at each other.

“Descend into the abyss thou see- Hey!” Weiss screamed as she was suddenly shoved into the orchestra pit. One of the musicians threw their instrument aside to catch her. The crowd gasped, all the military huntsmen and students shocked in their seats. The music changed, suddenly blaring through the speakers but the volume wasn’t enough to make Fiona flinch.

“The future is bulletproof the after is secondary!” The opening act sang. Finally the hooded opening act ripped off their hood. Fiona’s mouth hung open as a familiar helmet and gold horns standing on stage. I promise I’ll keep you all out of trouble, Glade said before they left Mantle. “It’s time to do it now and do it loud!”

“Are you serious!?” May screamed in the theater. Fiona looked at her elites. May was almost pulling her hair out and Winter jumped into the orchestra pit to check on her sister. Glade grinned, hard-light ears taking shape and floating above their helmet.

They pointed at May, “Kill joys! Make some noise!”

“Your fucking dead-”

“Na, na, na, na, na!” Glade stomped their feet in time with the rock music. Fiona barely pushed May back into her seat as the military moved in. Thankfully it was the students first. Vine swinging in with his semblance and Elm’s massive thighs launched her off the balcony and towards the stage. But Glade only smiled, never missing a beat, “Drugs, gimme drugs, gimme drugs, I don’t need it but I’ll sell what you got,” The pair was only able to make an entrance. The Dust in Glade’s clothes glowed a bright purple. A low warping sound ran deep in the room. Vine gasp a sudden weight pulling him down with Elm. It was enough force for the pair to crash through the stage.

The crowd sneered and laughed. “Bring what Rat in and they all come,” Someone said behind them. Fiona was pretty sure it was May’s cousin but she wasn’t about to ask the Marigold to check. Fiona only kept watching. Winter had snuck Weiss back behind the curtain and was now glaring at Silvio. It looked like she was trying to lecture them but the kids were smiling, busy watching Marrow clumsily climb onto the stage while Harriet appeared with a trail of lightning behind her.

Fiona laughed at the nervous looking boy, “Come on Marrow!” She cheered. Glade has yet to attack anything sentient and alive so he won’t get his ass beat but humiliation can be just as painful.

“You’re looking good for someone who almost died this morning,” Harriet taunted.

Glade only smirked, “But I’ll take what I want form your heart and I’ll keep it in a bag, in a box, put an X on the floor!” They continued to sing. Glade bounced around, light on their feet and motioned for the pair to come at them, “Gimme more, gimme more, gimme more! Shut up and Sing it with me!”

“Marrow…” Harriet ordered the kid.

Marrow took a deep breath, tail straightening as he concentrated, "Stay!" He hasn’t perfected his semblance yet but Glade’s singing paused, body moving slowly but still moving.

Harriet grinned cracking her knuckles before running forward. Just as she was about to reach them, the gravity Dust glowed bright. Harriet lost her footing but the momentum continued until she crashed into the wall. The audience laughed even harder. Robyn and Joanna roaring next to her.

The poor freshmen couldn’t hold his semblance and dropped it, panting heavily. Just as Clover was about to step onto the stage the lights shut off. Glade reach over, throwing Clover at Marrow. With a sharp whistle a wall of ice rose up, blocking all of Ironwood’s favorite students on stage. Glade ran to the side, grabbing the blind Schnees and Watt and running out of the theater. Before they disappeared they gave Fiona a pointed look.

The little lamb grabbed everyone and ran to the nearest side door. Klein gasped, semblance activating with a small scared sneeze and red eyes was looking at them. “Good, good, I was worried ya’ lot wouldn’t catch on,” Klein smirked, voice gruff and a little aggressive. Fiona giggled, she always like this one the best. “You… I can’t believe you’re in on this too!”

“Don’t blame me lil’ miss,” Klein scowled and growled back up at May, “Originally we were just gonna turn off the lights and sneak Weiss out, but the lil cunt made a friend and well…” Klein gestured to the theater and the loud shouts and yells. Ironwood was demanding the lights be turned back on and the crowd was starting to panic a little, “Best get ya’ out of here, eh? Rides out back, hurry on, now.”

Fiona new the manor well enough to get the group there. Robyn tried to stop laughing. It was a good thing Fiona was still holding her hand because she was sure Robyn would have been several halls behind them. There were other security guards around but they would see a server accidentally stumble into them or slow down the cart of food or equipment.

“I’m glad Weiss is still being look after.” May muttered softly under her breath. That finally got Robyn to stop laughing a sobering smile aimed at her elite.

A chauffeur waited patiently with the door opened for them. Winter didn’t jump, only gave them a small smile while the kids giggled to themselves. May was the only one still furious, “Where’s Glade?”

“They ran off while I was lecturing Weiss and Silvio,” Winter explain. “Said something about, 'How they weren’t paid enough for that,” She finished looking pointedly at the young adopted Watts. “How long have you two been planning this?”

“Sneaking out in the middle of the performance…” Weiss blushed and looked away. “A few… weeks?”

“It was suppose to be during my party but… then… fuck my uncle,” Silvio huffed. The mood died a little but Silvio was still grinning. “It was so worth it.”

“You two should have told me,” Winter said.

“You should come around more often- Ow!” Silvio winced as both May and Weiss punched him.

Winter took it in stride. She closed her eyes, as if concentrating to break the aloof and cool facade. She smiled, gently and earnestly leaning towards her sister and the young genius, “I guess you two will need to fill me. How exactly did two brilliant kids made a fool of the military? Hm?” They both grinned up at her.

May acted like a grump rolling her eyes but leaning heavily into her partner side. Fiona grinned at the scene, ears fluttering happily. Robyn sneered and chuckled, fingers playing with the tips of her ears while Joanna had an arm slung around both their shoulders again.

Fiona hadn’t realized she didn’t let go of Robyn’s hand until she was swinging their joined hands in the elevator. May set the kids up in another suite, talking a little more with the kids. Fiona and Robyn naturally gravitated to the balcony while Winter and Joanna collapsed onto the king sized bed with a deep sigh.

“What a day…”

“I’ll say. Fighting Grimm, sex in the changing room, a picnic and a show,” Joanna teased. The trio blushed hard and Robyn still made no move to pull their hands apart. This time she caught the women glancing at her lips. Fiona tighten her grip, fighting the urge to pull at the loose tie.

“I’m going to live variously through you two again.” Winter said. Fiona nearly jumped and the pair looked at Winter, lounging like a cat next to a bear that was Joanna. The Schnee looked pointedly at their hands, “Just make out already.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Robyn whispered, voice husky and slow. It sent a shiver down Fiona’s spine and she realized the women was quiet for awhile now. Fiona could almost feel just how long Robyn was holding herself back. At first the kiss was desperate and almost vicious. Fiona gasp softly when Robyn bit her lip and her tongue danced against hers. Both of Fiona’s hands was held in Robyn’s against the railing, as if this is how she wanted to take Fiona during their two rounds this morning.

With a dazed heart Fiona followed whatever mood Robyn wanted to give. Meeting her energy as best as possible. The frenzy kiss slowed to a passionate one. Finally Robyn let her hands go and Fiona let them wrap around her neck. The kiss might have slowed but it didn’t die. Fiona only felt the warmth in her chest spread, the cold metal of the rail worth the feeling of Robyn pressed against her.

“There’s no way you’d kiss May like that,” Joanna mumbled next to Winter. “It’d be a lot more sweet and chaste.”

“Shut up,” Winter mumbled softly. Robyn and Fiona broke apart giggling at their banter and at each other. Fiona swallowed trying not to think too much about how she wanted to keep those lavender eyes for longer than their academic years. How Robyn’s sweetness reminded her for her elites or how that Mantle attitude reminded Fiona that she wasn’t alone in their fight.

She didn’t want to fall but Robyn and the others were making it tempting.

Robyn leaned in again but not for a kiss, her nose nuzzled Fiona’s cheek trying to push her head to the right but Fiona fought it for a second and took a deep breath. Lavender and a fresh spring fields filled her nose, clouding her mind in a happy daze and settling her heart into a slow dancing rhythm. When Fiona finally opened her eyes she saw May on the balcony next to them. Face red and gold eyes wide.

“I want to do it right because…” Winter’s soft words floated through the open air. Robyn and Fiona giggled, watching May blush so hard it must have been painful but the smile on her face didn’t make her worry. Instead Fiona pulled gently pulled on that loose tie around Robyn’s neck and pull her down for a kiss.

This kiss was slowest yet. A practiced and gentle dance as Winter continued to speak, “Because I’ve loved her since I can remember.”

#robyn hill #springthyme #rwby #rwby7 #winter schnee #may marigold #fiona thyme #joanna greenleaf #happy huntresses #very happy huntresses #hellbore #Show Your Teeth #very seasoned huntresses

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Noisy Neighbor - lhs

anonymous said: hiiii i love your writing so much! i genuinely enjoy every piece you’ve written so far lol idk if your requests are still open but if you have the time would you mind writing a scenario where monsta x’s wonho lives in the apartment next door and there’s always fighting and disagreements over him being loud when he has “special dates” over but it’s because there’s ignored sexual tension

⤑ genre: smut 𝕊 𝕀 ℕ ⤑ pairing: Hoseok x Reader ⤑ warning: smut galore, like clothing ripping, foul language, mention of alcohol ⤑ summary: (Y/N) loves everything about her apartment― except her neighbor, Hoseok. He’s the definition of annoying and loud neighbor. Despite being told off and (Y/N) threatening to call the police numerous times, Hoseok hosts a particularly loud party at his place, resulting in (Y/N) confronting him. Tension snaps as Hoseok finally kisses her. ⤑ word count: 6.3k

a/n: I loved writing this. This was so much fun and I love this idea so much! Thank you for requesting it! I hope you like it! ~K♡

To say you hated your apartment was a blatant lie. You loved it. The location was right, the rent was well within your budget, and you really loved having a unit on the end of the hall, giving you not only an amazing view, but turning your bedroom into mostly glass windows. It was a beautiful apartment. Light grey walls, dark hardwood floors, and new stainless steel appliances.

It was a two bedroom unit overlooking the downtown area. It had a large front room open to the kitchen and dining room. The outside wall was nearly ceiling to floor glass windows with remote controlled shades. The floors were done in a dark wood to contrast with the walls painted in a soft off white color.

Your bedroom was in the corner of the unit, providing you with two walls of windows. The master bathroom was to die for and not what you would usually find in an apartment. It had an oversized garden tub, dual sinks, a decent sized walk-in shower, and a spacious closet. Even the toilet had it's own little room.

The second bedroom was set up as a guest room with a bed, two nightstands and a dresser. It had its own bathroom and a small closet as well.

The selling factor, was the den. A small room off the living room with double doors. You had set it up as a home office.

The only thing you didn't like about your apartment was your neighbor, Hoseok. He was a very noisy person, throwing parties that lasted until 3 in the morning, inviting girls over and not bothering to keep it down when they were in his bedroom.

You heard a lot more than you bargained for. You never wanted to know what Hoseok sounded like when he came but unfortunately for you, his bed was on the other side of your living room. Luckily, you could escape to your bedroom and it would muffle the sound but it was still difficult to drown out the sound.

Truth be told, you hadn't gotten much sleep since Hoseok moved in next door, despite going over and telling him politely to keep it down. Hoseok promised he would try, yet he never made good on his promises and at this point, you were sure it was on purpose.

Last night had been like every night since Hoseok moved in.

You headed out your front door into the hallway and made sure to lock your door before making your way down the hall to the elevator. You pressed the button and waited patiently for the lift to arrive. The sound of a door opening caught your attention and you turned to see Hoseok stepping out of his apartment in his sweats, boots, and a compression shirt, carrying a trash bag.

Hoseok's eyes met yours and he immediately broke into a grin. You rolled your eyes and turned away from him. You weren't going to play this game. Not today. Hoseok approached quietly and stood next to you as both of you waited for the elevator.

“Morning,” Hoseok said, a slight hint of amusement to his voice. You tried not to grit your teeth or clench your hands. He knew how to rile you up. Hoseok loved pressing your buttons. You were determined to not let him get to you, so you turned to him and nodded. “Morning,” you replied shortly. Hoseok's grin spread.

“Sleep well last night?” he asked and you bit the inside of your cheek to keep from snapping back. “Not really,” you replied. Hoseok nodded silently before finally saying, “I'm sorry to hear that.” You held back a scoff, knowing it would mean defeat.

You opted to say nothing, instead bringing your coffee to your lips and taking a sip. Silence surrounded you and you could feel the tension between the two of you rising.

There was always this unaddressed sexual tension between you and your neighbor. If it wasn't for the fact that he kept you up until the crack of dawn fucking a different girl each night, you probably would have given into his flirting before.

Hoseok was an attractive man to say the least. He had an incredible body, everyone knew it. He worked out a lot. You saw him more at the gym in your building than you did outside his apartment. He was definitely a “gym rat.”

The two of you said nothing as you both stepped onto the elevator after it arrived. You took another sip of coffee as the silence continued for the duration of the elevator ride.

The elevator reached lobby and Hoseok stepped put first, allowing you a nice view of his broad shoulders, sculpted back, and his nearly perfect ass as he made his way to the door that led to the building's trash and recycling room. He waved as you headed for the door. “Have a nice day at work!” he called, smirking.

You narrowed your eyes but bit your tongue as you headed out onto the street and made your way to the bus stop. He was such a smug asshole sometimes. He knew he kept you up, why else would he make such remarks? You shook off your annoyance at him and pushed him from your mind; you could deal with it later.

The bus arrived on time and you got on, swiping your pass and taking a seat near the back. With living in the city and traffic as bad as it was sometimes, taking the bus was a much smarter option than driving. You didn't have to try to find a parking space with a bus, so you left your car in your parking space at home.

The ride usually took about 10 minutes and you were at work in no time, greeting the doorman as you approached the tall high rise building that took up a corner of a medical complex. You weren't a nurse or a doctor. You did clerical work in one of the suites, organizing files, running the reception counter, and all the usual duties of a receptionist.

It wasn't what you went to school for but the hours were good, the pay was great, benefits included and it allowed you to continue your online courses until you finished your master's program and moved on to your ‘big girl’ job.

You clocked in, sat down at your desk behind the counter. Stashing your things under the desk and started up your computer. Getting your station set up took little effort and once you were done, you were ready to conquer the day. The doctor you worked for had few appointments today. It was an easy day.

The office opened on time at 9 am and the first patients showed up shortly thereafter for their appointments. You checked them in, passing their information along to one of the three nurses that worked in this suite. After that, you got to sit there and play around on your computer or phone. Your boss was very relaxed.

Time ticked by as more patients for the day came in and checked in with you. The phone barely rang but when it did, you answered it with a professional air, answering questions, putting calls through for the doctor or a nurse, and scheduling appointments for the day. It was a really easy job, all things considered.

Lunch finally rolled around and the office always closed for an hour so you had plenty of time for lunch. You donned your cold weather clothes and grabbed your purse before heading out to go grab a bite to eat at the little deli down the street. They had the best sandwiches and their soups were so delicious.

You got in line and perused the menu, settling on a club sandwich and a cup of potato soup. The girl behind the counter, Melanie, was on a first name basis with you by this point since you visited so often. When you stepped up to the counter she flashed you a bright smile.

“Afternoon, Miss (Y/N). What can I get for you today?” she asked. You placed your order, asking for light mayo instead of the regular and bought a bottle of water as well. As you fished out your wallet, Melanie got a good look at you and inhaled sharply. “Are you not getting any sleep, Miss (Y/N)?” she asked. You let out a wry laugh as you handed your card to her.

“As a matter of fact, I’m not. I had hoped I put on enough concealer to cover it. Guessing I didn't?” you asked as she ran the card, grimacing at you as she did before shaking her head slightly. “No ma’am,” she said before handing you back your card. You sighed lightly and thanked her when she handed you your receipt and a little table marker.

Your food came out swiftly and after finishing it, you headed back to the office to find that the doctor had to close early. He let you go home early as there were no other appointments scheduled and he had something he had to take care of. So you caught the bus back home a whole 2 hours early.

You decided to run some errands. Your fridge and pantry were running low on supplies, you needed new shampoo and your concealer was almost out, and not to mention you needed an outfit for your company's holiday party.

So you went to your favorite beauty supply store and grabbing what you needed, then your go to store for clothes and quickly found a nice but simple outfit, and finally to the store, grabbing the essentials and stocking up before heading home. By the time you reached your building, you had eaten up most of those two hours.

As you waited patiently for the elevator to arrive, your mind wandered back to what Melanie had said. If she had noticed the dark circles through your makeup, who else had?? The realization made your blood boil. You stepped into the elevator seething.

This was all Hoseok's fault. He was keeping you up for days on end with the noise and it was showing on your face. You felt embarrassed and mortified that Melanie pointed it out. She couldn't have been the only one to notice, just the first to say anything to you.

The elevator dinged, the doors sliding open and you were greeted by muffled music playing. Your anger only grew as your stormed to your neighbor's door, raised your fist, and hammered on the door. It didn't take long for Hoseok to answer.

Inside, loud music with heavy bass was playing and there was background noise from some video game. Hoseok was wearing a pair of dark grey sweats, no shirt, and a wireless headset. His eyes lit up when he saw it was you at the door and a smirk settled on his face as he greeted you.

“Afternoon, miss,” he said playfully. You narrowed your eyes, letting all your anger fuel your actions. You chose your next words carefully.

“I hope you're pleased with yourself. You've managed to keep me up for so long that my concealer doesn't even do its job of covering up my exhaustion. The girl at the deli near my work pointed out how tired I am. So thanks again,” you said your voice dripping with sarcasm. Before Hoseok could answer, you turned on your heel and headed for your door.

Once back in the comfort of your apartment, you put away your groceries and decided to hop in the shower before changing into something more comfortable and settling on the couch to catch up on a few of your shows. The sound from Hoseok's apartment had ceased and you were mild surprised. It didn't last though.

Around dinner time, you made yourself something to eat before ending the night with a movie and a few glasses of wine. Around 8 pm, you heard more muffled music and muted the TV. Of course, you thought rolling your eyes and unmuting the television. You turned the volume up to drown out the sound of fast music coming from your neighbors apartment.

The television did help to mask the music for a while but soon you heard voices and laughing. Damn it. You just wanted a quiet night in. You silently cursed the day that Hoseok moved in next door. He and his friends were truly awful specimen.

After a few more minutes of trying to block the sound, you growled and got up from the couch, heading for your door and stepping out into the hallway where the music was easily 10 times louder. You pounded on the door and after a few minutes, Hoseok answered, a red solo cup in his hand. A smile grew on his face when he saw it was you at the door. “Hey, decided to join us?”

You shook your head. “Please try to keep it down, okay? I have to work in the morning.” Hoseok nodded and looked back into the apartment. “Of course. I'll have them out of my place no later than 11,” he said giving you a wink. Liar. You thanked him anyway and made your way back into your apartment.

As 9 drew closer, the music increased, as did the sounds of people shouting and laughing. As beautiful as the apartments were, the walls were extremely thin. You had half a mind to call the developers and chew them out for their shitty blueprints.

10 o'clock came and went and it was now a quarter till 11. You waited to see if Hoseok would make good on his word. As 11 approached, the music and talking dwindled down until it was silent on the other side of the wall. You were shocked. You couldn't believe it. Had he actually listened?

Your victory was cut short however by the subtle moaning coming from behind the wall and you groaned. Ugh fucking prick. You headed for your room, grabbing your trusty earplugs and shut your bedroom door, drowning out the rest of the sound. Hopefully it would stay that way and you could actually get some sleep.

The next few days, Hoseok hosted parties each night but only that one ended at 11. You felt as though he was doing it on purpose at this point. You sat awake in your bed until nearly 3 am each night, unable to sleep due to the loud music traveling into your apartment. The fourth night was when you finally had enough.

Dressed in your pajamas, a sleep shirt, shorts, and your favorite fuzzy socks with paw prints on them, you headed over to your neighbor's apartment and banged on the door. Some girl answered. Her eyes went wide as she saw you. “Can I help you?” she asked but you pushed past her into the apartment.

You searched the crowded room for Hoseok, finding him quickly sitting on his couch with a very pretty brunette perched on his lap. He was smiling as she whispered in his ear but when he saw you standing in his front room, dressed in your pajamas, his smile fell only to be replaced with a smirk as his eyes trailed over you.

“What's the matter?” he asked over the music. You glanced over to where the music was coming from. A simple laptop hooked up to several speakers. You stormed over to it and unplugged the speakers from the laptop, effectively stopping the music. The crowd whined and you slammed the laptop shut before rounding on Hoseok. He had pushed the girl off his lap and stood up.

“What are you-” he started but you help your hand up and silenced him. All eyes were on you but at this point you were so done that you couldn't care less. You were fed up. You needed your sleep and Hoseok was preventing that. He knew exactly what he was doing.

“Look, I put up with a lot of shit from you, Lee Hoseok, but I'm drawing the line here.” You paused for effect before continuing. “I have asked you numerous times, rather politely I might add, to keep the sound down. A simple request, no?” you asked. Hoseok nodded slowly, his eyes not leaving your face as you spoke.

“Then why is it, i ask a simple favor of you, you can't even do that? Are you stupid? Are you deaf? Do my words just go right in one ear and out the other? Clearly that must be the case, since you have no fucking brain. Otherwise, you would be courteous and keep your shit down for once.” Hoseok opened his mouth but you shook your head.

“I'm still fucking talking, so shut up,” you snapped. Several party goers ‘oohed.’ Hoseok looked at them and they stopped at once before he turned his attention back to you. If he thought this was embarrassing, he had no idea what was coming.

“I'm sick of hearing your shitty ass music. It comes through my walls and despite having my bedroom door shut, I can still hear it,” you said, not caring how much of a dick you sounded like. Hoseok needed to know he was in the wrong.

“Same goes for your nightly escapades. I can hear literally everything. I hope they aren't faking it for your sake but I'm gonna be real with you, no girl moans like that. They're exaggerating. Sorry, but you deserve the truth.” Hoseok turned a deep shade of pink. You wanted to hit him where it hurt.

“I have asked nicely too many times and you refuse to honor my wishes so if you can't keep it down, I'm going to call the police. I'm not joking at this point. I work in the morning and I need my fucking sleep. So, this is your final warning. Get all of these assholes,” you said gesturing around the room.

“Get them out of this fucking apartment, now. And I mean everyone goes. Even that skinny little brunette who was sitting on your lap earlier. I don't want to hear one peep from this apartment, am I understood?” you looked him in the eye. His smile was gone and was replaced with a scowl. You didn't care.

He started this. It was his own fault and he brought it on himself.

However mad he may be, Hoseok didn't respond. You turned on your heel and shoved past the ring of people that had form around you and Hoseok. You heard him call out to you but you didn't care. You wanted to go to bed.

You returned to your apartment, locking the door before you headed for your bedroom. You sat in bed waiting for your anger to subside and the adrenaline to go down so you might actually get some sleep tonight. The universe had other plans.

It had only been a few minutes since you returned home that you were interrupted by the sound of knocking. You got up and made your way into the front room where the knocking turned into banging. You unlocked the door and opened it.

Hoseok was on the other side, hand clenched into a fist raised above his head, ready to hit the door again. His eyes narrowed as he caught sight of you and lowered his hand.

“What do you-” you began but he interrupted you.

“Who the hell do you think you are?” he snapped towering over you. His sudden crassness threw you off guard and you struggled to find an answer. Whether or not Hoseok was expecting an answer, he didn't give you time to talk.

“How dare you come into my home and embarrass me in front of my friends. That was low, even for you,” he continued. You suddenly found it in you to speak.

“Excuse you,” you started. “I believe I had asked you numerous times since you moved in to keep the damn noise down. You can't even follow a simple request, so clearly you must not be that smart.” Hoseok opened his mouth but you beat him to it.

“I haven't slept right in weeks. I'm tired, I'm cranky, I'm angry. I just want to fucking sleep for once. I never wanted to be that neighbor who calls the cops but clearly me asking isn't enough incentive so calling them was the next step.”

Hoseok still said nothing so you went on.

“I'm so unbelievably tired. The the music lasting until dawn and the loud sounds of your nightly escapades, it's too much goddamn it.” Your voice cracked as you threw your hands up.

Hoseok pushed his way into your apartment, shutting the door behind him. You backed up, your eyes widening. “What are you doing?” you asked as he advanced on you. You backed into the sofa and were now effectively trapped between him and your couch, Hoseok's eyes never leaving your face.

The two of you were silent, eyeing each other for what felt like eternity. The unaddressed sexual tension you always felt in his presence grew, filling the space around you, almost suffocating you. Finally, you managed to speak.

“What are you waiting for?”

As if waiting for a silent command, Hoseok moved. His hand cupped the back of your neck, the other steadying himself on the back of the couch as he pulled you toward him, his lips crashing against your own. Your hands instinctively grabbed his shirt, pulling him in closer.

Hoseok parted his lips, his tongue darting out allowing the tip to brush against your bottom lip and you answered by letting him in. Your stomach did flips and your heart raced. Blood pounded in your ears as you felt Hoseok's free hand grip your waist.

The two of you parted after a few moments to catch your breath, lips swollen from the heated kiss. Hoseok watched you closely, gauging your reaction. Your eyes were wide, searching his own.

A small smile made itself known on Hoseok's face before he opened his mouth and said in a breathless voice, “finally.”

He picked you up, using the back of your thighs to lift you. Your legs wrapped around his waist, hands holding on to his shoulders as he set you on the back of the couch. He pressed light kisses along your jaw, stopping to nip on the sensitive skin of your neck.

“Do you want this?” you asked in a stained voice. Hoseok chuckled, his breath tickling your skin. “Do you want this?” he repeated your question, pressing his obviously erection into your clothed core. You gasped at the feeling before letting out a shameless, “please, just fuck me already.”

Hoseok let out a laugh before setting you down. He reached up, caressing your cheek as his free hand roamed, sliding into the waistband of your pants. His fingers skimmed past your panties as he delved deeper, his fingertips found the wetness pooling in your underwear. Hoseok chuckled as he pushed a finger past your folds, easily finding your clit. A moan escaped your lips.

Hoseok slowly circled the bundle of nerves, watching your face as he did. He was fascinated by the way your brows knitted together, your eyes shut as he teased you in long drawn out movements.

“Stop teasing me,” you whined grabbing his forearm and pushing his hand deeper in your panties. Hoseok let out another laugh before slipping a finger inside you. Another gasp left you. Hoseok used his free hand to grab your waistband and pulled down your pants, letting them pool around your ankles before you kicked them off.

Hoseok took the opportunity to eye the thin lace material of your panties, sneaking you a devilish grin before he brushed his finger over the cloth. “These are cute,” he mused before looking up and catching your gaze. “Did you wear these for me?” he asked, tilting his head to the side as he continued, slowly pumping his hand, adding a second finger. You gripped the sofa below you, trying to ground yourself.

As he sped up, Hoseok watched you. The way you threw your head back, the small gasps and whines that left your lips were like music to him. He pulled his hand free and brought his fingers to your lips. You took them in your mouth without hesitation.

Hoseok took your hand and pulled you off the couch before leading you around and pushing you on the cushions. “What are you-” you started as Hoseok pushed the coffee table back before settling himself between your legs. He rested your thighs over his shoulders, hooked a thumb under your panties, pulling them to the side before starting an assault on your heat with his tongue.

The wet muscle made contact with your clit and you let out a low moan. Hoseok continued, teasing the sensitive bud with his tongue, alternating between light flicks and long licks. You involuntarily squeezed your thighs causing Hoseok to push them apart, giving him more access.

When his lips wrapped around your clit, you were done for. Your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging gently as his tongue danced against your heat, bringing you closer to your release. You tried to keep still but you couldn't keep your hips from moving slightly. Hoseok noticed this and pulled back.

“Be a good girl and don't move,” he said before resuming. It took all your willpower to not move. Your body tensed under his touch and you wanted so much to find release. “Please,” you panted. Hoseok hummed, the vibrations against you making you cry out.

“Please, I want to come,” you whispered. Hoseok hummed again, pulling back. “How bad do you want to come, baby girl? Tell me,” he said, his fingers slowly circling your slit. “So bad,” you whimpered. Hoseok teased your entrance, dipping his fingers in slightly only to pull them back out. He was really enjoying the way he teased you to the brink of release, only to pull back again.

“Tell me how bad you want to come,” he said, the smirk on his face present in his voice. “Please Hoseok,” you whimpered. “Make me come. Make me come and I'm all yours.” Hoseok hummed in response, his fingers sliding into your walls. His tongue flattened against your clit before he sped up.

Your walls tightened as your orgasm approached. “Ah~! shit,” you moaned. “I'm so close.”

Before your climax washed over you, Hoseok stopped and withdrew. You whined in response. “What the hell, Hoseok,” you hissed looking up. He had removed his shirt and was unbuttoning his pants.

“I’m going to enjoy this,” he said reaching down to remove your panties. Whatever you had been expecting, it wasn’t this as he flexed and ripped your panties with ease. Your jaw dropped as he held up the mangled remains of your underwear, shrugged, giving you a sheepish smile before he threw them to the side with a nonchalant, ‘oops.”

“Lee Hoseok!!” you managed to squeak as he leaned in, hovering over you, his lips brushing against your neck. “I hope those weren’t expensive,” he breathed in your ear. You wanted to hit him. Those panties were in fact very expensive and came as a set with the bralette you were wearing under your sleep shirt. “As a matter of fact,” you said, your voice shaking as Hoseok tormented you with light kisses and nips along your neck. “They were part of a very expensive set,” you finished.

Hoseok let out a breathy chuckle before murmuring, “well, I guess I just have to give the other piece the same treatment,” he said as his hand slipped under your shirt. His fingertips danced their way up your torso before finding the same lace material of your bralette. “Let’s get this off,” he said taking the hem of your shirt in his hands and pulling it up over your head.

His eyes skimmed over every inch of your body, admiring it. “God,” he said in a growl as he leaned in, pressing small, wet kisses over the newly exposed skin. “I can’t believe this is what I’ve been missing out on,” he said trailing back up to meet your lips. His fingers slipped under your bralette, his hand cupping your breast. You moaned, arching your back into his touch. “Fucking hell, you sound so hot.”

You whined as he removed his hand before he repeated the same brash actions and ripped the lace of your bralette open, freeing your chest before discarding the destroyed garment. His lips were on your chest in a matter of seconds, his tongue slipping out to drag over the sensitive skin around your nipple. “Hoseok,” you breathed and he pulled back, eyes finding yours.

“What is it?” he asked. “Please,” you whispered. A smile spread over his face. “Please what?” he replied, cocking his head to the side again, playfully. “I need you,” you answered. “Need me where?” Hoseok replied flirtatiously. “Inside me, jesus fucking christ, Hoseok. Put your cock inside me,” you snapped and Hoseok let out a loud laugh before he stood up straight.

“As you wish,” he said as he finished unzipping his pants and let them fall to the floor, leaving him in his boxer briefs, exposing the toned muscles in his thighs. “Where do you keep the condoms?” he asked. You pointed to the bathroom. “In the top drawer on the left,” you said hastily. Hoseok disappeared and reappeared with the small foil packet.

“If I wasn’t so eager to fuck you, I’d make you choke on my dick but another time,” he said as he lifted the foil to his mouth to tear it open. Before he could, you sat up and pulled down his boxers, allowing his member to spring free. You wasted no time, ignoring his questions, as you wrapped your hand around the base of his shaft and took him in your mouth.

Hoseok let out a strangled moan as you moved, working the tip with your tongue and the base with your hand. His hand tangled in your hair as you took him deeper in your mouth. “Holy shit,” he hissed. You pulled back and looked up at him. His hand left your hair, moving to caress your cheek.

“You’re fucking beautiful, you know?” he said softly. A light pink flushed your cheeks as you felt completely exposed. “I’m going to enjoy wrecking you,” he said before ripping open the condom and rolling it on.

“Turn around,” he ordered and you scrambled to do so, resting your forearms on the back of the sofa. You felt Hoseok’s hand run gently over your backside before you felt a quick smack to your bottom. A stinging ran over your skin and you inhaled sharply. “You like that?” Hoseok asked in a low voice, rubbing his hand over the spot he just hit before repeating the action a little harder.

A small whimper left your lips. “You really do like that, huh?” You cried out when his hand made contact with your ass again. “Goddamn,” he said as you whined, shaking your ass slightly, enticing him to fill.

“You really want this cock that bad?” he asked, brushing the tip of his length against your entrance. You moaned in response. “You have to say it,” he said, his free hand on your hip. You tried pushing back on him, eager for him to fill you. “No,” he said backing away. “You have to say that you want me,” he said. You peered over your shoulder at him.

He was watching you, waiting patiently. You almost moaned at the sight of his hand wrapped around his dick, slowly stroking himself. You were normally very stubborn but you just wanted to get off at this point. “I want your cock,” you said softly. Hoseok brought his free hand up to his ear.

“What was that? I couldn’t hear you.” You groaned. “Goddamnit, Hoseok,” you hissed. “I want your fucking cock inside me right now!” Hoseok’s smirk spread and he positioned himself at your entrance.

“Say it again,” he said pushing ever so slightly, barely entering. You looked back at him as he waited for you to say the words he wanted to hear.

“I want you to bury your dick in my pussy and fuck me until I can’t walk,” you breathed.

Without any further encouragement, Hoseok pushed himself inside you slowly. The stretch felt amazing as it had been sometime since you were filled like this. Hoseok didn’t stop until he bottomed out, his length buried deep in your walls. You waited a moment as you adjusted before you nodded and breathlessly stated, “I’m ready.”

Hoseok pulled out a few inches before pushing back in slowly. You dropped your head to rest it on your arms. “God,” you moaned as he picked up the pace, driving into your wet heat. You could hear his erratic breathing as he thrust into you faster. “Fuck,” he said, gripping your hips as he pounded into you, hitting a spot deep inside. “You feel fucking fantastic.”

A moan left your lips in response, egging Hoseok on. You felt one of his hands slide up your back until it reached the base of your neck. His fingers intertwined in your hair before he pulled, jerking your head back. “Don’t keep it in,” he said as he fucked into you harder, a slew of curses leaving your mouth, mixed with high pitched moans. “Let me hear how good I make you feel.”

Your walls tightened around him as your climax approached. You didn’t want this to end. You wanted him to fuck you forever. “Ah~! Please,” you said in a whine. “Harder.” Hoseok tugged your hair again. “What? Harder?” he asked. You tried to nod but with his hand in your hair it was impossible so you moaned out a, “yes. Please fuck me harder.” Hoseok obliged, his hips hitting your ass and filling the room with the sound of skin against skin.

Your knees were starting to feel the effects of his thrusts and your legs started to shake. “Shit,” Hoseok said his hand leaving your hair and moving back to your hip as he gripped you harder. “Right there,” you moaned. “Don’t stop.” Hoseok chuckled, the sound ending in a moan.

“I’m close,” he said leaning over your back, his lips pressed against your shoulder.

This new angle let him hit you in all the right places, his cock brushing against your sweet spot. “Are you close?” he whispered in your ear. You shook your head. “Not yet,” you said. Hoseok reached around, his fingers finding your clit and massaging quickly. You cried out, clenching around him. You could feel the coil in your stomach tighten as Hoseok hammered into you, surely leaving bruises where his hips made contact with your backside.

“That’s it, (Y/N),” he said as he felt you tighten around him, squeezing his cock just right. “Come for me. Come on my cock like a good girl.” His words sent heat straight to your core as it tightened, threatening to spring loose at any moment and wash over you. “I’m gonna-” you said before letting out a cry as Hoseok sank his teeth into your shoulder.

Your orgasm hit you hard, heat exploding inside sending warmth rushing throughout your body. Your grip on the couch hardened, your knuckles turning white as your toes curled in bliss. Pure, raw pleasure coursed through your veins as Hoseok continued to thrust, chasing his own release as he helped you ride out yours. With a deep, guttural moan, Hoseok came inside the condom. His hips slowed until they faltered and he stayed motionless, waiting for his breath and sanity to return.

Finally, he pulled out of you and sat on the couch next to you, pulling off the condom and tying the end. He turned to look at you, a fucked out expression on his face.

“You okay?” he asked, noticing you hadn’t moved. You nodded slowly as your breathing returned to normal. “I can’t move my legs just yet,” you admitted with a sheepish grin. Hoseok smirked up at you.

“Well, you did ask me to fuck you until you couldn’t walk,” he said smugly. You swatted at him lazily and he laughed standing up and reached down, lifting you gently off the sofa. “I guess I’ll just have to carry you to the shower,” he said as he made his way to the bathroom. “I don’t think I can stand either,” you said as he flipped the light on.

“A bath it is,” he said setting you on the toilet as he started running a bath. Once it was drawn up, Hoseok lifted you from the toilet and dipped you in the water before getting in himself, settling behind your back. The two of you were silent for a moment before he finally spoke.

“So,” he said as he trailed his fingers over your skin. “Do you still think they were faking it?” he asked in your ear. You softly elbowed him. “No. I don’t,” you admitted. Hoseok smiled against your shoulder. “But one more thing,” you said turning your head to look at him. He smiled at you. “What?” he asked.

“Don’t talk about other girls anymore. You don’t need them anymore,” you said before turning your head to look away. Hoseok pressed a soft kiss to your cheek. “Fair enough,” he replied. “I just need you.” The two of you sat in the hot water, a comfortable silence filled the air before you sat up and turned to face him. “I’m still not letting you off the hook. If you don’t keep the sound down, I’m not fucking you ever again.” Hoseok grimaced and nodded. “Deal.”

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morning glory.

park jimin | 4,140 words | hockey au / fluff ↳ mornings have always been the bane of your existence until a hockey player by the name of park jimin is involved.

author’s note: welp, this came out longer than i thought... lol. also, bless bts’s “as i told you” cover for inspiring this <3 (you can watch the performance here!)

It goes without saying that waking you up in the morning is like asking for a death wish. You actually enjoy sleeping until noon and waking to see sunlight streaming past your curtains. It’s your own therapy after a long, gruelling weekday of waking up early, studying, and working at as a campus barista, so you refuse to let anyone disturb your weekends. Especially not when your only responsibility on those two days are working from 6 PM to closing. The very act of waking you before 11:30 AM is a downright sin that you would never subject yourself to, ever, and yet—

You’re awake on a Saturday at 7:30 AM. Because to every cloud in which you are never to be woken before a reasonable time is a silver lining that comes in the form of a man named Kim Taehyung. You see, being awake before the sun’s rays hang from high in the sky is a result of your godforsaken family friend asking—well, more like begging—you for a favor that had you known would entail the involvement of the school’s prized dual-playing center forward and right wing defenseman, none other than Park Jimin, would have you rejecting any offers of free milk teas and hot pot for the rest of winter quarter.

Though as much as you curse at the brunet for tricking you into this ordeal, you can’t say you’re complaining too much. Despite the niggle of a doubt that doing this may screw over your small infatuation with him further, you’ve actually come to enjoy said mornings with the blond. The first of them began bumpily but that can only be expected when Taehyung had to drag you to the ice rink where he regrettably told you that there was indeed no more coffee in the nearby vending machine and a rather snippy Jimin got you on you both for arriving late; but, despite this inconvenience, you managed to film Jimin with little to no trouble as promised and he even rewarded you with some much needed caffeine afterwards. It wasn’t long before this first practice recording melded into the second to the third to even the fourth, where each interaction became increasingly more and more comfortable than the last.

Between the flirty repertoire to even the witty banters that ensued, you began to grow comfortable with the ever-so-popular, Park Jimin. You learned that he was from a beach town where many of its people cared for one another, never ceasing to wane in their united front. You learned how he came to love hockey, thanks to his father and a game that played on his television screen at seven in the morning when he was eight. You learned that over all else that he was the type of person who worked hard for what he wanted and it showed, not only in his athletic performance but his academic one as well. Most of all, you learned that he was indeed a morning person, and because of his early wakings as a child, he can only celebrate this discovery by continuing this tradition every morning.

You don’t like it, but you certainly can’t demote its importance. In fact, you can’t help but admire him for all of it, for his hardworking ethics, for his charming demeanor, and for his attentive nature, because since that day you replaced Taehyung as Jimin’s recorder and proved that you could do the task well, he’s been nothing but sweet to you. From the cheeky smiles he’ll throw over his shoulder to his habit to lend you an extra sweater to the way he once let you onto the ice and he was right by your side the entire time.

Since your time as his recorder, you can’t help but admit that the small infatuation you had for him as bloomed tenfold with each Saturday you’ve spent with him making it grow even more than you thought possible. It’s alarming to say the least, but of course you show no signs of it affecting you too much.

On this particular day, you come to the rink just a little bit earlier than usual. It’s only your fifth time recording for him, but it’s the day before his big game and he practically begged you. And you do so with little protest; after all, this game means the world to him, because one game just isn’t ‘one game’ to him. As you stated before, Park Jimin was a big baller, an all or nothing type of person.

So, with a resounding sweep across the scratched surface, a sharp thwack! can be heard echoing throughout the empty ice rink. This very man with tufts of blond hair slick against his forehead graces across the ice to retrieve the puck from the clutches of the well-weathered netting. Though he is on the ice in a pair of compressed shorts and white long-sleeve sweater, you can see the material of his sweater cling to his chest. You zoom out of his form as he turns toward you, effectively ending this practice video.

Once he returns to you in the box, removing his skates, you begin to scold him, “You’re not even playing, and you look like you just played a shit ton of scrimmages.”

“Actually,” Jimin says in a matter-of-factly tone, “that’s an all-day scrimmage.”

You roll your eyes at him, shoving the Hydro Flask to him with a grumble, “Same difference.”

“Well—”

“—Okay, okay boy genius,” you sigh, shaking your head. “Go dry yourself off before you catch a cold or somethin’.”

Taking the water bottle from him, you hand him a towel from the adjacent bench and watch as he dries the top of his head. “Y’know,” he says with a smile curving on his lips, “you probably wouldn’t get worked about me getting sick so much if you stopped stealing my clothes.”

“It’s one hoodie, you’ll live,” you huff, allowing one of the long sleeves to go over your hand and effectively hit his arm a harmless smack. “Plus, you said I could use it. Still beyond me that you don’t get cold being in this freezer.”

“Not if you’re gonna use it as a weapon!” he scoffs, grabbing onto the loose sleeve. “I may need to ask for it back.”

You pout, “After everything I’ve done for you!—”

“—All you’ve done it wake up early, Y/N.” he deadpans, giving the sleeve shake. You unwisely decide to use the other sleeve as a weapon, but the same result occurs and you’re trapped within the oversized confines of the soft cotton material. His half-moon eyes meet yours and you swear you hear your own heart skip a beat. And, fuck, did your breath just hitch? You try not to bring notice to it by meeting his eyes with half-narrowed ones.

“For the record, Jimin, waking up early is a cruel hell.” you shake your head, trying to pry yourself from his grasp. “It’s still a miracle that Taehyung convinced me to do it for you.”

Jimin’s lips are pulled together as he tries to suppress his own giggles at your meager attempts, tilting his head to the side to ask, “It’s ‘cuz you love me huh?”

Your nose merely scrunches in response before you quip, “Do you have a concussion or is your head just getting bigger from your ego?”

He laughs, sending more stutters to your poor heart. “I’ll just take that as a yes.”

You scoff with your own smile, “In what world was that jab against your ego an ‘I love you’?”

“Because it’s coming from you,” he replies, shrugging off your inquisitive look. Still he maintains his hold on you. Funny how it’s almost akin to a physical representation of what he’s doing to your heart. Even as you struggle from him, just for the sake of your own burning cheeks, he still manages to keep you in place. His visage seemingly even a little closer than you last remembered. Or is your brain playing a cruel joke on you?

You almost want to deny it, especially when you’re certain that your heart wants to have any excuse to be beside this golden boy but you feel his breath fan across your chilled cheeks. The mint radiates off him in waves even with the dried sweat on the side of his face.

When you feel his warm breath significantly closer against your cheeks, you recoil back with cheeks flushed than ever. “What are you doing?!”

He laughs again, scooting forward as he replies, “Your cheeks looked cold! I was warming them.”

This time you don’t move away though your screaming appendage is telling you to do so. He’s practically a hair’s breadth away, moving his grip on your sleeves to cover your poor reddened cheeks. He frowns at the sight, “Jeez. I might need to bring two extra sweaters if you’re gonna get this cold.”

“Wha—”

“Free of charge, of course,” he says, keeping his unsurprisingly warm palms over your visage alongside the sleeves. The way this guy managed to maintain heat even in this arctic environment was a skill you wished he could bestow upon you. Not that you minded this treatment very much.

You can barely contain yourself the longer he seems to stay there watching you warm up. With Jimin, there’s always been a lack of personal space. He’s understanding when you tell him, but since you two breached comfortability after the second week, it’s almost impossible for him not to be this way. You just can’t help but kind of hope there’s more to the lingering touches and the thoughtful gestures—okay, really hope there’s more to it than just him being him, though you’d be damned to bring up any of this to Taehyung.

Jimin then says, “Hey,” You look up just as he asks, “are you busy tomorrow night?”

He’s still close as ever, and it’s almost hard to think under that kind of pressure when a part of you just wants to press his lips to yours. Regardless, you try to rack your brain even as you almost immediately know the answer. It’s a Sunday, after all. But you decide not to answer the question completely, “I might have work… why—”

Is he going to ask me to come to his game? I mean… I’m going already.

“—oh, nevermind,” he says with pink cheeks, gently releasing your sleeves. “So, um,” he coughs, “did I do alright?”

Oh. Nevermind. You let out a breath of relief, hoping it just came off as an exasperated sigh . That’d ruin the surprise.

You pretend to give him a funny look at the sudden change in topic, adjusting the sleeves back to your wrists before showing him the video.

In your own flushed embarrassment, it seems you overlooked his own flushed cheeks and pounding heart. But that only comes as a relief to Jimin.

By the end of the practice, the two of you wind up parting ways after a cup of coffee and a few pastries from the bakery. It was becoming a tradition to going together, and the more and more time you two got to spend together, the more he was beginning to feel the effects of a mere infatuation bloom into actual feelings. From the small anecdotes about how your love life has been nothing but failed experiences after failed experiences to how much you adored the Harry Potter books so much you’ve read them at least four or five times since you purchased them at the age of nine.

He enjoys the fact that you’re so kind and hardworking, even more so at your timeliness to his Saturday practices. He loves how cold you get from the frost on the other side of the glass and from the outside world, seeing you bundled up when you enter and bundle even more after he’s lent you his oversized black sweatshirt. In truth, he finds you so fascinating and so beautiful, it’s almost sad that he never tried to get to know you sooner. And considering he’s best friends with your family friend, it seems like your paths would’ve crossed sooner (or perhaps that’s him wishing you two had).

He can’t help but throw himself onto his bed after discarding of his practice clothes into his hamper, his backpack a little lighter because he didn’t have to lug that extra weight with him. Just knowing that you have it is enough to make him smile at the loss of one of his favorite sweaters—

“—Dude, you are so whipped.” Taehyung says, plopping down his own backpack and laying on his bed.

Jimin retorts, throwing a pillow, “You hush. Am not.”

His best friend grins, catching it before placing it on his bed. “Are too. You’re practically grinning from ear to ear right now, and I know for a fact that there isn’t a hockey game playing today so there’s only reason why you’re smiling that big.”

He then groans in response, laying flat on his back before craning his head to the brunet, “She’s not coming tomorrow.”

Taehyung’s brows scrunch together as he asks, “How do you know that?”

“She said she was working tomorrow night.”

“Did she say that word for word?”

Does he know something?

Jimin sits up and looks at the engineering major with narrowed eyes, “Why?”

Despite how nonchalant he tries to look with a simple shrug, Jimin sees the slight panic flash across his eyes. “Well…” he pauses for a second, “It’s important to know what she says verbatim. Leaves chance that she might show up if she said might or maybe or somethin’.”

The hockey player considers this, knowing that you were the type to do things you set your mind on. From working during the school week to pursuing an English major despite the doubt from your family members to waking up early to help him out despite how much you valued that time to sleep in and relax. Of course, the last thing was a result of Taehyung needing mornings to help tutor Jungkook in physics but still you made it work in your schedule because you hated not keeping your word.

So, Jimin took that moment to nod, “Alright. Yeah. You’re right.” He takes a deep breath before admitting, “I just… don’t want to have that expectation that she’ll show and then she doesn’t, y’know?”

“Don’t worry about it so much! Have a little faith, why dontcha?”

Jimin can’t help but laugh, shaking his head as he says, “Ever the optimistic, aren’t you?”

Without another word, his younger friend merely tosses his pillow back to him, “Of course! Now stop brooding and help me study for this midterm. You owe me~”

And it’s true. Taehyung has played a detrimental part in bringing you and Jimin together. The moment Jimin actually voiced how cute you were, the brunet took it upon himself to set up this a little arrangement. Always sending winks and knowing grins between the two of them whenever he could because this was something pretty new for Jimin.

Having feelings for someone else, even as an infatuation was something new. All Jimin has really ever focused on since his entrance into the university was hockey and school, because juggling a sport and a degree in business was important, and to have a relationship meant adding another priority onto his rather packed list. Yet with you, there was no hassle, just ease. He didn’t need to think so much about his feelings for you when you started filming his practices, rather you slipped your way in like an opposing defense man catching him off guard. He couldn’t find it in himself to fight you off, not the same way as he had with Jooheon last season, but he let himself slip and he hasn’t regretted it since.

By the time tomorrow comes, Taehyung is more than well-equipped to take on his midterm on Monday and Jimin is up bright and early for his well-awaited first game. His own nerves have shaken him to the point where the jitters can’t stop permeating across his limbs. Even his simple walk to breakfast in the kitchen has a spring in his step, and there’s little he can do to help it.

His routine is a normal one where he does nothing else but take careful bites of the Cheerios. Something light to keep everything down. He even goes for a cup of coffee at the downstairs café, smiling to himself because he’s begun to associate all things caffeinated with you. The smell of roasted coffee grounds and the softness of the shop sends his heart in stutters.

His smile can hardly be contained when he receives a text from you. A simple one that says:

[7:34 AM] y/n <3: good luck today, super star!

He replies:

[7:35 AM] me: you coming today?

But he can only feel his heart sink a little when you respond:

[7:35 AM] y/n <3: can’t. Got work :( kick ass for me alright?

You look over at Taehyung as he rests himself upon the counter, waiting for his caramel macchiato. His knowing smile makes you want to roll your eyes, but he shoves over your iced coffee as the two of you make your way out of your shop. Namjoon, your manager waves you off with a wink. Courtesy of Taehyung’s big mouth about the events that are supposed to transpire today.

Of course, you felt bad for telling Jimin you wouldn’t be able to come to his game. It was almost too cruel from the way he responded with a simple, “Oh. Alright, thanks! Wish you were coming.” All of which was tied together with a small little frowny face that made you frown in return. But before you can mull on it further, your own thoughts encircling you in a shroud of doubt that maybe surprising him was a mistake—after all, the only significance you held in his life was his practice recorder—Taehyung wraps an arm around your shoulders and informs you that there is a good thirty minutes until Jimin is playing and you can quote, “There’s no way in hell we’re missing it.”

And so, you allow your giant of a friend who used to be your height until high school came around, guide you to the familiar rink where a mass of people seemed to be entering in their own garbled excitement to see people ram into each other for a small, plastic puck. The next half-hour passes with ease and it isn’t long until you’re inside. The line itself was quite long so by the time you and Taehyung find decent seats, Jimin’s on the ice, facing off against a school from the next city over. It’s like second nature to him as he eases across the scratched ice, going between the opposing team’s defense to score.

When the puck flies past the goalie, you find yourself screaming next to Taehyung and the rest of the supporting crowd. You feel your own endorphins releasing as if you can feel the excitement of others, and suddenly your chest is on fire as you catch Jimin’s eye because in your own daze, your hearing had forgone Taehyung’s screaming of the hockey player’s name.

The moment you meet Jimin’s eyes feels like magic—as if in slow motion, they seem to form those glorious half-moons, meeting yours to remind you of how much you wanted to come see him. It feels like he may feel the same; the way he meets your gaze and sweeps over you in that split second. And despite the brevity of the contact, you can still see the way he lights up, practically feel it. You’re certain that he’s shining more than ever now that he’s seen you and Taehyung, and you almost want to brush it off as nothing but an elbow to your side suggests other things.

He beams at you, obviously overlooking your glare, “Look! Did you see that? He’s freakin’ elated that you’re here!”

You want to scoff, but you hear another roar of cheers as Jimin rams into the center to keep them from scoring. Instead of answering your family friend, you opt to cheer for the boy on the ice. He continues to shoot and score, some of which were assisted by his teammates Jungkook and Seokjin, and it isn’t long until they’ve won and the crowd’s gone even more wild.

Taehyung ushers you toward the front, now at the entrance of the rink as you find yourself face to face with the gloriously sweat drenched boy which was apparently his first thought over celebrating with the rest of his teammates. But you hardly have time to acknowledge them when you see that his smile is wider than it’s ever been as he practically hollers, “You made it!!!”

“Ye—”

But you barely manage a word as he wraps his arms around you lifting you from your spot. You can barely even hear the roar of cheers from his teammates or even your own shrieks at the sudden contact but you deny the way you smiling broadly at him. With your hands at his shoulders, he sets you back down and perhaps it’s the adrenaline pumping through both of you or the way he’s looked between your eyes and lingered on your lips longer than normal but you firmly grip his jersey and pull him over to meet your lips.

You love it. You love the way the taste of cherry Gatorade and mint intermingle on your lips, the way he seems to pull you in closer, and even the way he pulls away to his forehead to yours and says, “Holy fuck…” in a low, guttural sound. He blinks for a second to ask, “Was that okay?”

With a grin, you manage a nod and a whisper, “Congrats, super star. It was perfect.”

“You told me you couldn’t make it,” he then says, pulling away to raise a brow at you though his hands remain firmly planted at your hips.

You shrug your shoulders and reply sheepishly, “Surprise?”

He throws his head back and laughs, a sound akin to bells or chimes (whatever is the most beautiful, really) before nodding. “Consider me surprised then.”

“Why? ‘Cuz I’m just that breathtaking?” you say with an ever-growing smile. Your heart is swelling to the size of the moon, and seeing his half-moon eyes is making it even larger.

He nods once again, unable to fight back his own elation as he responds, “Damn right you are. Hell, you’re even up before noon. What a miracle.” After a moment, taken from his need to laugh from the small pout you’ve just given him, he says, “How about I hit the showers and afterwards I take you out?”

“Like on a date?” You blink, heart now thudding louder more than ever. Holy shit...

He nods simply, “Can I...?”

“Of cour—”

“—Of course you can,” Taehyung quips to your left, his boxy grin is more prominent than ever. “Have her home at a reasonable time,” he says with feigned sternness though that soon passes as he pats you two on your shoulders, “and you two are very much welcome.”

Before you or Jimin can get a word in, he’s already disappearing past the double doors and waving you two off. And from the looks of the ice, the next game should be beginning soon so you look to Jimin and formally say, “Well, to answer your question: yes.”

“Great,” he says, pressing a kissing to your nose, “How does boba and hotpot sound?”

“Absolutely wonderful.”

—

It isn’t long until he’s out of the showers and dressed warmly for the outside weather, you glance down at your watch and note that it’s barely breaking eleven. Looking up to see Jimin smiling at you, he even offers you a hand that soon interlaces with your fingers. Whether Taehyung set you two up fully knowing both of your feelings or not seems to be a topic you two decide to discuss later. It goes without saying but you can’t help but thank him for that and for showing you just how nice mornings can be.

The chill air hit your cheeks but the warmth at your side makes you feel contentment. He’s chatting about the best things on the restaurant menu, and when he looks at you, you feel yourself even more grateful for the cold because you’re not sure how much teasing you’ll get from the blond-haired man at your side. (Albeit a small part of you can’t wait to hear it come from him.)

And ultimately, though you’d hate to admit it to Taehyung or even Jimin himself, waking up early isn’t so bad after all.

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