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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 9 months

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Yandere male Areal??

Yandere Genderbend Ariel x Reader

Well, what were you supposed to say when you saw some girl come out of the water singing with a shell on her neck? But for your parents, it was perfect grounds to leave you with a forced 'apology gift' of being the head planner for their wedding ceremony. You felt it was ironic that was your 'punishment' when your the king and queen spent a whole day with your sister being hypnotized and hadn’t noticed–but whatever. You didn’t mind and in the end, Erica admitted she never blamed you. You’d do this not only to get your parents off your back but for your sister even if her groom was a hopeless case.

“No Arrel! Don’t put that in your mouth!“

“But it looks just like–”

“It doesn’t belong there! Spit. It. Out.”

Perhaps this was why they didn’t bother, they knew you’d have a hard time educating the merprince. Since his negotiated stay for the wedding and there on a switch occurred: while the prince is on land the princess navigates the sea. It was Triton’s final stipulation, her only way to test and know the woman meant to take away her darling boy.

“How is he fairing?”

“Your Highness…he’s got a ways to go…”

You lifted your shoulders up as you moved your hands like a seesaw. Facing the magical reflection of the Queen of Atlantica, who twirled her trident and stroked her braid.

“Ah I know that tone…my Arrel is so much like his father…a little scatterbrained, yes but his heart was always in the right place.”

Surrounded by smile lines she reminisced with a sad fondness. You admired the ruler, even if she might’ve hated your family in the beginning. But just as any human would she cared about family and that was more uniting than anything.

“Speaking of, how’s my sister? Not giving you too much trouble I hope?”

Triton chuckled, “Oh no she’s been a dream and a fast learner too!”

“Ah, that's good.”

“She says she misses you.”

You playfully scoffed, ”That softy, of course, she’d say that.”

Talking late into the night, you both exchanged the highlights of your family’s adventures. Snickering to one another as you laugh at their failures, playfully jesting with one another about them. But the night was drawing to a close and with yawns from you, you moved to make your departure.

“Oh (Y/n), before you go–I have a bit of advice for you when training Arrel?”

“Oh?”

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“Alright, Arrel we’re going to try something a little different today.”

“Uughhhh! Is this new thing going to be how I’m supposed to move these feet!? All day these tu-ders have been making me use them and I’m just tired of it!”

“Oh? That’s too bad, we were going to walk into town–”

“LET’S GO!”

Hopping giddily on the feet he claimed to exhaust minutes ago, he followed you to the prepared carriage ready to take you both into town. Bouncing his knees and smashing his face into the window to look at the surrounding greenery. Tapping twice at the wood above you the carriage rolled to a stop just outside the town. The redhead tilted his head at you following eagerly as you stepped out and waved the carriage off.

“Today you’re going to explore the town for yourself.”

“Myself? Like I pick where we walk!?”

“Yes, yes I’m just here if you have any questions. So where first princey?”

He excitedly intertwined his hand with yours before darting off in a clumsy run. Dashing through the marketplace as he searched for a specific stall. When he found it he released you stopping abruptly, naturally leaving you to smash into his back. Steadying yourself you walked beside him as he excitedly smiled at the stand.

“I want those things!”

“Things? Do you mean the apples?”

“Ah-pulls? Is that the red rocks?”

“They’re fruit, and their called–A-pples.”

“Aaaahhhh-pulls?”

Paying for the fruit would be the first of Arrel’s many souvenirs that he gained throughout his field trip. The lesson was more engaging and fruitful than anything you had tried before. Exercising new vocabulary and practicing the right platitudes when speaking with others, Arrel was learning so much. Watching the mer-prince’s mind racing with excitement as he truly came to learn what life as a human was like. You could understand why Erica fell so fast.

“Ah the uhm–sun, is settling, right?”

“Close enough. We’re allowed to be out a little bit longer if you want but if you’re tired–”

“Hmmm, I want to go to one last place! Is that okay (Y/n)? “Yup but where do you want to go?”

“I can’t think of the word uh just come with me!”

Once again weaving your fingers with his own he pulled you away from the populated streets of the town. Taking you to a place that sparked a forlorn nostalgia in its discovery. The grotto. As you helped Arrel who was trying to recall the actions of Erica to send you out on the boat, you let the memories of the place run wild.

“Come on (Y/n)! I found this cool place where I can be the captain!”

“Okay okay! Wait for me *huff huff* I have tiny legs.”

Just like before you let eager hands take the handles of the paddles from you, in order to enjoy the way the reflecting light shines in their eyes. Letting you sit back to see the beauty in their dreams flash in their eyes.

Arrel was no different than Erica.

Beautifully smiling as your boat floats into the blue lagoon. It was a gem, that no doubt was the catalyst of many romances. Drifting from under the rising moon to the roof of the willow tree’s branches, entering a world of flora and fauna. Firefly lights illuminated the space giving a magical glow to space; you’d be concerned if you didn’t fall in love.

“...Isn’t it fantastic? Those eels got in the way last time but now…this is perfect!”

Arrel mumbled to himself to which you tilted your head.

“Uhm Arrel wouldn’t it really be perfect if you were back here, with Erica?”

“...Well yeah…but I don’t know it feels right like back then!”

“Arrel…is this feeling awe?”

"Awww?"

“Awe. Like you’re enamored with nature and feel of this place.”

“Mmmh that sounds right!”

“But do you realize how that sounds when–ugh forget it you probably don’t even notice anyway.”

You quieted after that and enjoyed the orchestra of croaking frogs and crickeys. Gingerly reclaiming the paddles when Arrelbegan to dangerously slump against the boat. With great coaxing, you returned to the entrance of the lagoon and scheduled for the carriage ride home.

This would be the first of many new adventures into the town. Triton encouraged a more rewarding type of learning for his son whose attention was short for study but active for his curiosity. And it had become quite the brag to have the prince whine through his other lessons to attend your own. So in between you’re days spent organizing the intricacies of the wedding, you were taking Arrel into the town. On particularly busy days you did try assigning Grimsey to be his chaperone but the prince wouldn’t budge; instead, he spend his day clinging to your leg. Sullying your pant leg with his tears he refused to commit to his outings if you weren’t the one guiding him.

Other than that little hiccup, it was smooth sailing. Magically calling Triton as you both gushed about your respective students. As the days counted by the glorious day of the wedding was surging forth and you along with everyone else were on cloud 9.

It would be a glorious day.

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The news came as quick as a light shower. Lightly washing over the freshly painted smile on your face. Leaving an incredulous daze to take place as you could only tentatively look at the greyed sky.

“W-what?!”

“Erica…is dead.”

Perhaps it was because you hadn’t seen the body. Maybe that was why you didn’t immediately cry; you didn’t believe it. The princess–-your sister was supposed to return today. Return to her post on land to prepare for the big day. To whine in your ear about all her worries and woes as you fitted her gown for the overeating she most definitely did while in Atlantica. She and Arrel would have been squealing and twirling one another as though they’d been apart for years.

They ruled it an accident. Pure coincidence that the second she had been given her legs and ran to your parents she wobbled, clutched at her chest, and collapsed. A heart failure…an underlying condition she must have been secretly stoking with her hunger for adrenaline. A horrible match really.

The king and queen weren’t the only ones to witness the sight, Arrel was there as well. Having slipped past an adamantly guarding Grimsey to hug his beloved fiancee. Slowing his run when he found that her reaching out to him was not in welcome but in a reluctant farewell. Triton looking horrified from the safety of the sea, not only witnessed the fragility of humans firsthand but the terror it brought her baby boy.

Both kingdoms were thrown in disarray. The ones on land were rightfully devastated as the white decor became black with mourning. Those in the water did their own preparations longing not only for the loss of a new friend but of the uncertainty this meant. War? Forever severed ties between kingdoms? Atonement? Nothing was set in stone, even the status of Prince Arrel was a tempest gray. So overcome with grief he refused his mother and brothers when they begged him to come home.

“No…I won’t….not when…she’s gone.”

Your parents, too consumed in their own grief and the state of the kingdom to give nothing but tearful remarks to the prince. So it was up to you. Up to you to chaperone the fish out of the water with a new lesson. A grim one. All about continuing on if only in reverence of those beyond.

“Do…you not have funerals in Atlantica?”

“Barely…we live…long…healty lives…”

You dryly laughed, looking past your veil at the lowering coffin.

“Heh, guess we just aren’t meant to last that long.”

Arrel looked at you noting the salted water streaming down your face and the way your lips curved the opposite of their usual state. He did what he saw others do: wrapping his arms around you, subconsciously curling into the warmth you provided.

Living humans were so much warmer.

He found that to be true when he awoke in the same position behind you in Erica’s bed. You couldn’t sleep, trudging through the halls into her room. Grazing your fingers along the untouched relics of her past. Shining brightly under the stream of the moonlight’s beams was Erica’s bed. So undisturbed it made you hesitate to ruin it even in your tired state. But in your mind was the memory of a younger Erica reaching out to you from her bed as she looked longingly at the sea.

“(Y/n), come come. I’m always happy to have you in bed with me. Cozy up with your big sis every once in a while…”

So with her voice and smile replaying in your clouded mind you curled into her bed. Shuffling under her comforter, smelling the faint remnants of her presence within the sheets. Unshed tears collected in your lashes as you succumbed to much-needed sleep. Completely unaware of the prince with a similar yearning. Tired and consumed with grief he saw no problem with shoving his nose into the crook of your neck as he curled himself around you.

You smelt nice.

Not the same as Erica but comforting all the same.

He’d spend many nights completing this ritual. Having waking moments that led to joining you in Erica’s bed. Waking together with the comfort of one another's heat before silently encouraging one another to eat. Even when you no longer found yourself needing to go to Erica’s room, Arrel still found himself waking up beside you.

It didn’t feel right not to at this point.

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As your debilitating depression became something manageable you found yourself able to offer your guidance to the rest of the castle. Becoming a figurehead as the only remaining heir and one of the few able to look logically through this season in the kingdom.

“(Y/n)...my baby…we worry that with this incident the kingdom has fallen behind in their affairs…”

“Truthfully we’d rather devastate ourselves than put you in this position–”

“Right, this is only if it’s alright with you…if you’d even consider it. Its a big responsibility–”

“Mother Father, please. Tell me what does the kingdom need?”

Letting out a shaky sigh she continued, “With this–no doubt severed connection with the sea kingdom it's best that we start looking to wed suitors with nearby kingdoms…”

You nodded. It was expected—that the next course of action was to reach for security. Even with the contact established for Triton attempting to speak with a distraught Arrel it wasn’t a situation to debate. Already having to dissuade the misinformed conspirators that were insistent that it was the mer-population fault along with the general instability of the kingdom. You were prepared for this, as you’d been raised to.

“I will begin looking at suitors two days from now.”

“S-so soon?!”

“We might as well move fast while all the preparations for a wedding remain. Not to mention this is for the kingdom, right your Highnesses?”

“Y-yes!”

“T-thank you, (Y/n)! We’ll begin preparing right away!”

When you exited the room you released a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. Swallowing a silent plea you deeply inhaled and exhaled, holding your head high as you made your way through the castle. There was much to be done and no one needed a moping leader.

Unbeknownst you a certain bird was intently listening through an open window.

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When the day came, you fought the turmoil in your tummy as you let yourself be dolled up. Settling in the comfort of the garden for the suitors to give their impressionable first meeting. At the sound of the bell, the speed dates interviews would begin. With cups full of tea you would let various royal suitors talk you up about their many ventures. After a day full of bragging and insincere condolences as they attempted to capture you’re attention. Taking note of the least hated potentials, you sighed but nodded for the maid to call in the last suitor. Keeping your eyes on the cold ceramic you prepared yourself for the final interview.

“You look…tired.”

Your eyes snapped up to meet the sullen blues of a familiar redhead. Dressed in the pink drawstring blouse and matching pants, he looked the most put together since the funeral.

“...Arrel?”

“Do we have to stay at this…venue?”

Visibly trying the word on his tongue he smiled at you. Hand outstretched to you with the eyes of a mature prince. Torn between familiarity and proper etiquette you take his hand. Letting him lead you through your own castle to the entrance where a carriage was waiting. Helping you in first, you let Arrel tap the roof of the carriage starting an unknown route.

You didn’t bother speaking, finding that more was understood when nothing was said at all. Resting into the cushion of the seat you barely registered the familiar buildings and stalls being passed by. Sitting up to look at the waving citizens of the town.

“Are we-?”

You didn’t bother finishing, turning to look at Arrel who was lightly smiling as he looked out the opposite window.

When the carriage stopped it was at the man-marked dock of the blue lagoon. A simple wooden boat tied and awaiting you and Arrel as its passengers. Once again hand-in-hand he pulled you along seating you in the boat before pushing away. Discretely making eye contact with the coachman and guard who briefly tilted their hat to you; you assured that this was planned.

He paddled efficiently moving past the light current of the water to re-enter the willow’s cove. The moon was far from full instead the light was that of a small crescent. Letting firefly light bring dramatic shadows to his otherwise bright face. His darkened eyes remained on you, for the most part, harvesting an intensity unfamiliar to you. It kept you quiet for the most part, waiting until he spoke.

“My Father died, prematurely too.”

“...I’m sorry?”

“It was a human ship, you know. What you’d call Pie-rats?”

“Pirates.”

“Right. Well, they were the ones who killed him. He was…supposed to live longer.”

He was looking into the murky waters below, unglowing, and seemingly blacker than the night sky. The look was distant and foreboding, a widened terror to them that reminded you of a fear you would have felt during the news of a lost-at-sea Erica. You spoke if only to bring him back but it didn’t seem to sway him.

“Arrel.”

“But it's not like all humans are bad…heck I’m sure I’d be just as bad if nature hated me the same way!”

“E-excuse me?”

“Don’t you know that (Y/n)?”

He looked to you this time. Turning away from the edge of the boat directly to you, face distorted in a way you couldn’t behold. The darkness of nature made it worse only giving you a glimpse of the grieved madness swirling in his eyes—the blueness exchanged for a black substitute unmoving from you as he spoke.

“I’m sure humans were supposed to live as long as us mermaids, you know? B-but if you look at Erica and anyone else in that town’s graveyard it's obvious that's just the same case for you!”

“Arrel!”

Something about how he said her name, rubbed you the wrong way. Eager to stop, what had to be a mental breakdown, you leaned forward gripping the collar of his shirt. Pulling him close to your face as you tried to search his eyes.

“Arel stop it! D-don’t try to compare our lifespans to yours…this is just what you sign up for when you decide to love a human…”

You released him in order to nurse the burning in your eyes. Sinking back into your seat you used your sleeves, scolding yourself in the darkness. Fleeting lights of the fireflies hardly let you see your own sleeves, as you sniveled. So focused on yourself it didn’t matter at the time that he smiled into his hand before giving a muffled dry laugh.

“I guess you’re right… it's my fault for falling in love with a human right? Heh, heh then if Its all my fault I should fix it right?”

“W-what?!”

“Right (Y/n)?! I’m going to fix it! You’ll let me won’t you!?”

“W-wait?! W-what!?”

He moved fast, stabilizing himself on the sides of the boat. Moving closer to you until you could feel the boat shake with its weight. Letting his knee stabilize himself in between your legs as he leaned in close. Nose and breath fanning against you’re own it scared you even more that you couldn’t see his face.

“I know where the sea wizard’s lair is and he has loads of knick-knacks for keeping humans alive.”

“H-hold on–?”

“I could even turn you into a mermaid! Per-man–ent-ly!”

“Ar-”

“Or-? I could turn everyone into a mermaid then you’d have to live longer right?”

“Arrel!”

You tried to push him away stopping when the boat shook too much, making you tuck your arms against your person as he moved his hands to your seat. He tucked his head against your head, nuzzling into you as he wrapped his arms around you. Practically uncaring of the instability of the boat.

“You’ll pick me.”

He let his lips graze along your ear. Shuddering you fruitlessly attempted to move, failing.

“What?!”

“To marry. You’re going to marry me. I’ll be keeping you alive one way or another.”

“Arrel, you can’t–”

“I will and if that means making you like me that’s fine….Otherwise, I’ll just do it to everyone too! Then you can live forever like me!”

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roseykat · 2 months

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TITLE: Venom Eater

SUMMARY: Moving on proves its challenges. Not everyone has the ability to accept that what happened, happened - and what was, was. So as you try to lead a new life, single and trying to heal, the journey proves to be far from easy. It’s worse than difficult and more painful than what you could’ve imagined. The only comforting source is that what will be, will be. And there’s no changing that.

WARNING: minors DNI with this post or my blog. I create NSFW SKZ related content and I know I won’t be able to regulate/monitor every potential interaction with those posts so please do not engage with me, my work, or page whatsoever.

TAGS: mentions of breakups, exes, angst, arguments, swearing, smut, slices of life here and there, alcohol (Jisung is drunk but there isn’t much detail on it), confrontation.

WC: 6K+

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Venom Biter (Part 1) | MASTERLIST

A/N: the long-awaited part 2 to Venom Biter! This was originally meant to be longer but I decided that I wanted to flesh out the plot a little bit more so things will get worse and or better who knows…

There’s never a grey area about what people do after a terrible breakup. It’s always black and white. Whether someone cuts their hair, dyes it, alters their aesthetic, or goes on holiday to escape the reality.

The gym can make for the perfect best friend to subtly take revenge on someone a person once had.

But your new best friend was Tinder. A platform of opportunities to explore and select at your perusal. Providing you with gorgeous men who were looking to fuck and nothing more than that. If Tinder wasn’t the buzz for you that night, it would be going out with friends - friends that didn’t include ones that you made through Minho.

These ones’ you would only see about once every three months then band together again as if nothing has changed in the space between. It’s not awkward when you’re around them and so far, it has taken your mind off the past two months. Since then, your connection with Minho has been one of which where-

“God fuck I’m cumming!”

Minho knows he is too when his eyes screwed shut, laying back as he lets you use his cock, “shit, so am I,” he breathes out, watching you roll your hips in a frantic craze to get yourself over the edge. You miss this.

The way that you squeeze around him is the final straw that breaks the camel's back. Minho swears towards the ceiling, back arching as his dick glides in deeper. Within a couple of seconds, his vision flashes just as white as your insides that he fills.

The top half of your body flops forward onto his chest, spent from the past fifteen minutes that you’ve been riding him non-stop. Now it’s almost possible to hear the rapid thumping of his heartbeat that violently bashes from within. Not wanting to stay in that position for any longer, you peel yourself back, hopping off his body.

“I need you out by seven,” you declare, picking up his sweatpants and t-shirt from the floor and then throwing them right at him.

Minho grumbles but doesn’t flinch, “seven? Fucking hell.”

“Well, I have to go to work so you’re not staying.”

“I figured that,” he fusses before sitting up. “At least let me use your gym here.”

You pause for a second to look at him, wondering where he gets his audacity from sometimes, “fine.”

“Thank you,” he replies then starts donning his clothes as you make your way to the bathroom for a hot shower.

This is what it’s been like for a while now - a pernicious seesaw effect of meeting up with Minho, sleeping with him (usually in the mornings), and going about your day as if he wasn’t in your guts twenty minutes ago.

It’s always a good feeling in the moment but after, there’s a lingering icky weight that you’re tirelessly towing along with you wherever you go. You’re not sure if Minho feels the same because even though you’ve talked to him a few times, there’s no talk of each other's feelings anymore. It’s not that neither of you are ready for that looming and tender conversation. It’s just as if there’s no point.

By the time you were out of the shower, Minho was still on the edge of your bed, fully clothed and ready to leave.

“I’m not making you breakfast,” you say to him, wrapping the towel around your body a little tighter.

“Don’t worry, I wasn’t expecting you to,” he responds. “I need to talk to you about something.”

“Can it wait until the end of the day, because I need to get ready for work.”

He groans, getting fed up, “surely you can get ready and listen at the same time.”

You rustle through your drawers for a pair of underwear and bra, “to other people maybe.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“If you want to use the gym, go now,” you instruct sternly, hoping that he’ll just disappear.

When he detects that he can’t get through to you right now, he gives up. It’s too early to argue, so places his hand on the door handle, opening it for himself to leave and head down to the first floor, leaving you to prepare for another day’s work in peace.

After a quick breakfast, getting dressed and decent, you grab your bags and depart. On your way out, you spot Minho using the weights while you dart past the foyer, briefly thinking about how the time to cut him off is fast approaching.

You can’t keep doing this. There’s no way to move on if you’re both still latched onto each other's ankles like how kids are with their parents. That need for one another is still present.

“Who even am I when I’m not with you?” Minho asked you two weeks into sleeping with him again after breaking up. His comment sums up the reason of ‘why you decide to keep running back to each other’.

It’s not a hard statement to understand. You’ve been with Minho for a long time, you’re both still young and haven’t dated anyone else except between yourselves. It’s like being a dog that was never socialised as a puppy, unable to interact with others because it’s not sure how.

Suppose it’s the fear and anxiety that comes with separating from your favourite person.

The world and society have become scarier than it previously was and life is not as secure when you’re not with the person who can shield you from those things. There’s no comfort, only pure vulnerability, and what better way to feel protected than to return to a lover even when there’s nothing but a feeble spark that’s left over from what was once a blazing forest fire.

Seungmin challenges that particular view of yours at dinner with Felix as well after a long day at work. He wanted to see where you were coming from but also because he’s there to force feed you the icy, sobering truth when you don’t want to hear it.

“If there’s no romance, what’s the point of going back to each other?” he asks.

“They were dating for years Seungmin, you don’t just get over someone that quickly,” Felix responds instead like he was the one being offended.

Dissimilar to Seungmin, Lix will let you down gently and is afraid to hurt you with the sharp use of words that can be sometimes.

“Supposedly,” you mutter to yourself knowing full well how fast it was for Minho to just go ahead and fuck someone else after you had broken up.

“Do you still love him?” Seungmin questions swiftly.

“No,” you respond promptly.

“If there was an opportunity to get back together with him, would you go for it?”

“No,” you answer again. “I couldn’t.”

Felix blinks, not expecting that answer, “well…then…”

“Then stop seeing him if you know what’s good for you,” Seungmin continues. “Those icky feelings that you get after sleeping with him - not good. That’s the regret you’re experiencing and it’ll never feel any better.”

There’s no crack or fault in his advice. Had you not dished out the truth about the details of your messy breakup before and after, you would’ve still been glued to the same spot. It’s important to have someone humble you, and there’s no better person to do that than Seungmin.

“Just keep thinking about it, okay? On another note, Hyunjin’s coming back from France next week so we’re having a dinner and drinks,” Seungmin mentions.

Your mind briefly departs from the subject of your ex, “is he? Has it really been that long?”

“Yeah,” Felix replies, also surprised. “You’re coming right? We’re going to have a few drinks too, and catch up.”

“What time?” You ask.

“Around six,” Seungmin answers. “Does Minho know?”

“Not that I’m aware of,” you shrug, the thought of him returning to your mind once again. “I don’t know if he’d have any interest in going since they’re not friends anymore.”

Felix recalls that factor, “that’s right. But, if the rest of us are going to be there, we should invite him too, no? Unless it’s too difficult for y-”

“It won’t be difficult,” you reply, punctuating the rest of Felix’s sentence a little too quickly. “He and I can get along for about…ten minutes before things go sour. Plus, I don’t mind not going if he wants to. I can always catch up with Hyunjin another day.”

“You’re our friend too, remember? Don’t let your asshole of an ex-boyfriend stop you from seeing us. You broke up with him, not us,” Seungmin sends you a powerful reminder. “I’ll have a chat with him so that you don’t have to.”

He has a full understanding that if you and Minho were to attempt another civil conversation, it’ll go haywire and lead to more regret that you don’t need to be feeling right now. It just goes to prove that he’s beyond correct to even assume that fact.

The minute you both try to convey how or what it is that you’re both feeling, tensions boil over. For some reason that tension is only resolved by being bent over the nearest surface and fucking it out together.

It’s not healthy.

You go to remind Minho of what he did to you which he hates hearing, not because he denies it but because he does truly feel guilty. His only saving grace to that argument was that you had both technically broken up, meaning there were no ties to one another afterwards. Still, he missed the point of the fact that he hurt you as a result of those actions. It was too fresh to have done that to you.

Even when he recognised that factor, it was hard for him to accept that he actually caused you some form of irreversible emotional harm

However, Seungmin was right in the fact that you broke up with Minho and not your friend which enabled you to leave that dinner feeling a bit better and with a clearer judgement about going forward with a decision to cut all ties with Minho. It wasn’t something to look forward to.

But what was, is the dinner in the upcoming week. It’s the prime opportunity to see everyone again for the first time in over a month.

Despite your collection of text messages and calls from the likes of Chan, Jisung, Changbin and others, it was hard to associate yourselves with them in fear that all they’ll do is unintentionally remind you of Minho. It was the same way he felt when he was clearing out his house - not wanting to be around anyone or anything that would refresh his memory of you.

Now, all you want to do is move on.

Work had a helping hand in that process. Having been so busy with things piling up, your mind was free from Minho during the day. You were able to focus on tasks instead of wallowing and thinking about whether or not to give him a second chance

If it weren’t for Seungmin texting you the details of the upcoming dinner, work-life would’ve swallowed you up whole and made you forget.

From Minnie: 6 pm we’re meeting up, Also, just a heads up, Minho said he’s coming. Take it with a grain of salt though bc he might change his mind.

To Minnie: Thank you :)

You inhale a breath of fresh air. Going to this dinner was necessary whether it was going to be difficult or not. The presence of Minho wasn’t going to stop you from seeing your friends, and with that, you decide to get ready and head straight to the venue.

The restaurant has a separate open area for functions and tables people can book out. The dim golden lighting brings a warm and cosy vibe to the venue, coupled with a beautiful earthy aroma from reed diffusers distributed around the place and the smell of promised good food. It’s a relatively fancy setting, but not to a degree where you would be denied entry if you didn’t meet a dress code.

As you walk further down, you can already see Chan and Jisung chatting up a storm in the corner while they wait for the others. It’s a relief that not many people have made it so far in order to keep as low of a profile as possible and to not draw attention to yourself. However, little by little, they will definitely notice you’re there.

Jisung is the first to spot you, his jaw becomes unhinged as he drags himself out of the booth, speeds over with his face lit up, and throws his arms around you in a bone crushing hug. He nearly squeezes and shifts all of your organs out of place.

“Do you know how much I’ve missed you?” he exclaims loudly in your ear.

Chan laughs in the distance at his best friend's behaviour, “let her breathe Jisung.”

He releases your body for a rush of oxygen to surge back to your brain, “sorry, I just can’t help the fact that I haven’t seen you in a month!”

“You Facetimed me Jisung,” reminding him of that one and only time you accepted him reaching out to you to see if you were okay.

“That’s completely different, anyway sit down,” he offers. “I’ll get you a drink.”

Without wanting to hear any protest from you, Jisung darts off to the bar nearby, ordering a beverage or two. Chan then waves out, ushering you to come and sit before you walk towards the booth.

“If I had gone another week without seeing you, I’d probably start to forget what you look like,” Chan jokes, patting his hand down on the space of cushion beside him for you to sit.

“That wouldn’t be such a bad thing,” you respond.

The second you’re seated, you can already feel Chan’s mind trying to intrude yours. There’s no point in lying to him when he’s akin to one of those Occlumens from Harry Potter, an all knowing person who can hear every one of your thoughts at will. Regardless of the fact that he’s not, it’s his parental nature which exudes that.

“Going okay?” He asks you.

You take a deep breath in and sigh out, “I could be worse.”

“You’re still here though,” he responds wisely. “And so are we.”

Chan never wanted to ask why you never told them or came to them when you first broke up with Minho. They all had to find out through one another then needed to text or ring you to confirm that it was actually real. However, they all knew that you must’ve had your reasons. Naturally, it would’ve been tough to accept let alone leaning on your close friends for support.

“Thank you,” you respond.

“Here we go,” Jisung calls out, carefully returning with two different types of cocktails. “They’re both strong as hell so don’t try to choose.”

“Not that you’d have it any other way right?” you reply, helping him with the glasses as he sits down beside you.

He pats your head as he goes to sit down and slings his arm around your shoulder, “you know me too well. Anyway, Changbin and Hyunjin are here. He just texted me before.”

Chan sulks, “what? No! he was supposed to wait until everyone else was here.”

“To be fair, they were meant to be here twenty minutes ago so Changbin is actually on time,” Jisung responds. “Anyway, how are you missy?”

“Better now that I’m with you guys,” you answer, giving him a bit of a friendly nudge before leaning into him.

Jisung grins, genuinely relieved on the inside to hear that you are. Not that you have been able to notice, but they were all worried for you at one point. The lack of information regarding your whereabouts or even the state of your well-being was concerning. It was almost like you had dropped off the face of the earth at one point, right up until you finally made the decision to start accepting people trying to contact you.

Unfortunately for your friends, they had to learn about what you were up to through Minho, and even today, you’re not sure if what he said to them was the truth. Nonetheless, they all knew at the end of the day, if they were ever unsure or suspicious of what he was feeding to them, they were mature enough to come to you to double check. If they were able to get through to you.

“Good. Now come back and hang out with me because these guys are boring.”

Chan goes to lift a finger and point across at Jisung to object his statement before Changbin rounds the corner with Hyunjin trailing at his side.

The last you saw him was some five years ago, just before he went away to an arts’ school in France to study. Now he returns taller with much more cut and distinct features and a head of light brown hair that’s visibly eclipsed his natural jet-black colour. Despite that, he also seems softer or shy when he gives everyone at the table a half smile.

“Who’d you say was boring?” Changbin prods into the conversation.

Jisung points up with his beverage in hand, “you and Hyunjin!”

Hyunjin’s eyebrows knit together with worry, “is he drunk already?”

A bright smile fashions on Changbin’s face when he notices you, “Y//N! Now it’s two welcome home parties!”

Hyunjin turns to look down at you in surprise, “have you been away as well?”

His question serves as a reminder that he has been relatively out of the loop since he’s been gone – not that you expected him to be fully aware of everything since he probably had better things to do. Hyunjin was still active in the group chat, but none of you prefer to communicate that way when hanging out is the better option. Whilst he’s missed out on a lot of stuff that’s happened, he hasn’t been so oblivious to other things.

“Not exactly,” you respond awkwardly. “But welcome back by the way.”

He smiles softly, “thank you.”

The get-together officially kicked off when Jeongin, Seungmin, and Felix arrived just before the second round of drinks was ordered. Everyone was happy to have Hyunjin back. Even for you, it was nice to see him again after so long – it was nice to see everyone in general. The setting was reminiscent of old times when everyone banded together. Whether it was at karaoke, dinner, a bar, someone’s house, or at some event, it’s always a good feeling when you’re around them.

It leads you to feel slightly upset that you haven’t seen them in so long. You’ve missed hearing their laughs, their jokes, and the safety that you feel too. But for a very painfully obvious reason, none of it seems to be the same without Minho.

“Didn’t show up did he?” Seungmin, who had been chatting up a storm with someone at the bar, walks over and takes a seat opposite you at the cornered booth. Just about all of them were alternating from the table to the bar, and a space they’d found to stand up to talk, or in Jisung’s case, dance by himself.

“Mm,” you mumble. “Which I’m sure is a good thing.”

He shrugs carelessly but with a small grin, “for your benefit. Not that I’m an expert in relationship problems but I can speak from personal experience.”

“That’s true,” you respond, remembering that he has in fact had his heart broken a few times by the same person.

Luckily for him, he’s ceased the chase and gave an account the other day at dinner of how freeing it was to be his own individual. It’s something you can only hope to achieve at this point – to be liberated from that sticky dependency you have on Minho.

It’s not love that you feel for him anymore, you’re sure of it. But it’s similar to a violent craving. His skin, voice – oh his voice. Everything about his body has you itching under the surface to have him by your side even though things end in a fiery argument, which is usually how it goes.

It wasn’t love anymore. It was dependency. A type of separation anxiety that fills you up with this icy cold feeling that won’t go away until you specifically have Minho near you. Still, deep down, you knew you didn’t love him anymore.

“Is Jisung okay?” Hyunjin ticks his head towards his friends’ direction.

Judging by the fact that Chan was holding a barely conscious Jisung up was a clear indicator that he definitely wasn’t okay. Never has he been able to handle his alcohol well and it was evident by the lack of control over his own body.

Seungmin looks over concernedly then looks down at his phone to check the time, “shit, I have to take him home too.”

He abandons you briefly to help out Chan. Both of them collectively agree that Jisung needs to go home or at the very least be removed from the bar to sober up. They take him to an empty table nearby and ask the bartender for some water. Meanwhile, Hyunjin turns a blind eye to the chaos and talks to you instead.

“How have you been Y/N?” He asks.

“Yeah, good. You? How was France?”

By the look on his face, it was as if your question brought back a whole heap of good memories to the forefront of his mind, “I couldn’t have asked for a better experience.”

“That’s good to hear,” you reply. “So have you graduated already?”

“Three months from now I will be,” he answers. “Why? You wanna come watch me walk across the stage over there?”

You consider his offer, “what if I said ‘yes’ to that?”

“Then I’d be over the moon,” Hyunjin emphasises then offers a brilliant suggestion that springs into his mind. “In turn, maybe I can show you around France and all the places I went to.”

“Is that a deal then?”

“Sounds like a solid deal to me,” he responds and whether he was joking or not, either way, it seemed a pleasant idea.

During the last hour of the dinner, you spent having an in-depth conversation with Hyunjin. From what he got up to in France, what he wants to do in the future, then covered what you’ve been doing as well

The topic of your ex-boyfriend was difficult to navigate, but you managed it well by diverting to another subject. The last thing you wanted to talk about was Minho for fear that the more you think about him, the more you’d want him.

Then again, you’re reminded once more of the fact that Hyunjin and Minho aren’t friends. He may not have any interest in him whatsoever. But it’s not like they left each other on horrendous terms. Not like how you and Minho did. Plus, it’s hard to see this fresh shade of Hyunjin in front of you, hating anyone he doesn’t like or doesn’t know.

The Hyunjin from five years ago would’ve held a grudge, but now you can see by his shift in personality, that he’s let it go.

When it came down to having to leave, everyone seemed to have their own plans. Seungmin would have the misfortune of taking care of Jisung. Felix, Jeongin, Hyunjin, and Changbin decided to go bar hopping while they were still stable on their feet and even encouraged you to come with them. It took a lot of convincing to tell them ‘no’ after you were set on heading home to the comfort of your own space.

Seungmin assured Chan that he was fine to handle Jisung, then thought it would be a polite gesture to accompany your side when you decided to walk home, regardless if it was only a minute's commute from the restaurant.

“How are you holding up?” Chan addresses the elephant in the room.

His question could be seen a mile away. It made you wonder if that was the reason he chose to walk you home since his place is in the opposite direction. Although he wasn’t confronting you, that’s exactly what it felt like.

“Somewhat okay, I suppose,” you answer.

“No, how are you really? We see Minho all the time. In fact, he won’t leave us alone. But we haven’t seen you,” he responds. “You can still hang out with us you know?”

“I know that,” you almost whine, especially after offering your ear to Jisung just for him to repeat the same words for over two hours. “I’ve been busy.”

“I guess being busy is a positive.”

“It’s when there’s nothing to do or I don’t feel good and I don’t have anyone around,” you respond and both come to a halt when you reach the entrance to your apartment building. “That’s the hardest.”

“That’s when you call us,” Chan says strictly. “I know you know this too, but all of us would drop whatever it is that we’re doing to come and help you. Not just Minho, even though I had some reservations about seeing him after what he did.”

The last parts of his words surprised you. Chan actually thought about cutting Minho off too when he found out what happened…

“So he did tell you everything.”

“Everything,” he confirms. “Including everything that you’ve both been up to now. Like how you still see each other now and then – and not for the reasons I had hoped. So why do you keep seeing him when you want to move on?”

Your eyes narrow at him, “how do you even know that I want to move on?”

“The fact that you still sleep with him but won’t pursue any sort of communication to get back with him romantically, says a lot Y/N. And I know that because he’s told me,” Chan answers bitterly, but not in a nasty way. “Your body might miss him, but I know your mind doesn’t.”

He’s bitten through the truth which you can’t seem to, his elderly brother-type personality forces you to see reason. You’d be offended if Minho tried to initiate a conversation about wanting to get back together, knowing that he’s not in any position to be making requests after what he did.

“Why are you telling me all of this?” You ask tiredly.

“I want what’s best for you,” he says. “Yes, Minho too in some way, but I told him he needed to figure out what he did on his own because I can’t help him with that. That’s his punishment.”

You supress a laugh, “thank you.”

Your short talk with Chan made you realise how empty your cup had been since you last saw him – since you last saw all of your friends under one roof. It was rewarding and it felt like home to be near them. However, his words weren’t there for you to just defer from. You had to listen to him. He was right in saying that your body misses Minho but your mind doesn’t because the next time he came around, you swore to yourself that it was going to be the last time you saw him.

But it needed a conversation, one that you weren’t even sure if you were ready to have, too scared to rip that band aid off.

As you don your bra back on and shimmy on your underwear that Minho almost tore off, you think of all the possible ways to approach this situation, bearing in mind that it does have the potential to blow up.

“W-We need to talk,” you stammer, wondering if that’s a good way to start. It’s a start, that’s all that matters.

Minho stares at you from the other side of your bed, halfway through putting on his t-shirt, “okay, what about?”

Without any warning, you blurted out what needed to - what must be said, “we should stop seeing each other.”

Heavy silence drapes over the room, except for the cogs working overtime in Minho’s brain, trying to decode your words could almost be heard. You can most definitely see it on his deadpan face. It illuminates the seriousness of the situation compared to what it was five minutes ago.

“Can you give me some more detail about that?” He requests.

“I just don’t think it’s healthy that we continue to sleep with each other when we’re not going to get back together,” you inform him.

“You don’t want to get back together?” Minho poses the long awaited question that hurts to even conjure an answer.

“Be honest, we’d be together right now if you knew that I was serious about it,” you say truthfully. “I’ll never not love you, but I can’t love you in the way that I used to.”

The sheer surprise of the conversation made Minho realise that he’s been consuming too much of a good thing. That he actually wasn’t prepared to talk to you about this. It’s been creeping around the back of his mind since you both started seeing each other casually but ignored it so as to spend as much time with you as he could even though you weren’t with him anymore.

“Right.”

“Look, just…don’t go cold on me, because I do want to talk to you about these things,” you plead with him.

“Such as?”

“Such as our friends,” you start off. “All of us hang out a lot, but I didn’t want our…breakup to stop either one of us from seeing them. They’re your friends and mine too. I’d hate for us to be driven away from them because we can’t coexist anymore.”

“Fair enough.”

You can sense that he’s already starting to shut down. An obvious coping mechanism that’s triggered by something he wasn’t prepared to hear. But while the final shreds of his rationality are still with you in the room, you make haste, and dish out the important points he needs to know.

“We might not ever be friends again even though that’s not what I’m hoping for-“

Minho stands up from the edge of your bed, cutting the rest of your sentence off in the process, “if you’re serious about everything that you just said, then I don’t want to see you text or call me first asking me to come over. This isn’t a one-sided deal that only applies to me, you have to stick to it as well.”

“This isn’t even a deal Minho. I am telling you not to.”

“What? Telling me ‘not to’ because you can’t control yourself around me? Fine. I don’t know if you realise this, but the majority of the texts between the both of us, are mainly sent from you - you asking for me, telling me how lonely you are, or how much you miss my body. So don’t start handing out instructions when you’re not going to adhere to them as well.”

There’s a viper-like sting to his words that keeps piercing your resolve. A truthful sting that seeps poison into your blood, making you feel sick and cold. He’s torn you off your high horse for a moment, bringing you back down to earth to realise that it’s not just him who needs to see reason as well.

He had a very strong argument.

Minho sighs and tails more information to his tangent, “look I will do whatever it is that you want me to do. But, if this is what you want, then you can’t deny that it will only work one way.”

There’s an efflorescence of achiness in your chest. A familiar one that you felt in the early days after breaking up with Minho. It was the same one you would feel whenever you’d have to lock the door to the spare bedroom in his house whenever he bought someone else over.

Heartbreak.

It lingers when he finally leaves with the promise of never reaching out to you again, at least for sex because there was no way of avoiding him in the future. That fact was impossible to refute. But this is what breakups consist of. Not one hairline shy off of being messy. It could, though, be much worse. That’s as much you had to be grateful for when you have to start from square one all over again.

Changing things up was necessary. You had already moved out from Minho’s, which there was no choice behind, but that meant new scenery. Different places to peruse in your own time that you hadn’t yet ever since you had moved out

It opened up new opportunities to visit some local things, especially on your way back home from work as you decide to call into a small cafe.

Soft bossa nova plays calmly in the background as you stand and deliberate on something sweet to take home with you for after dinner. If it weren’t for the many niche options to select from, you would’ve almost missed the voice talking from beside you.

“I heard the matcha bread is nice here.”

Your surprise gets the better of you, almost forgetting how to speak for a split second when you see a familiar tall figure you met once more from the other week.

“Hyunjin?”

“Hey,” he smiles. “Wanna sit down together?”

You end up ordering yourself a warm drink and a sweet pastry to go while Hyunjin found a small table right in the crook of the cafe. His sudden appearance was rather pleasant, allowing you to divert from your own thoughts for a bit. Plus, it’s always nice to sit and chat with a friend.

“I thought you might’ve been here to meet up with one of the others,” you say to him.

Hyunjin nods, putting his coffee down, “I just spent the last couple of hours helping Changbin buy clothes just down the road at one of the shopping centres, so that’s where I came from.”

You smile, “well he trusts you more than the others in that department.”

“As he should,” Hyunjin grins softly. “How are you?”

“I’m well, I just finished work and was heading home,” you respond.

“I’m not keeping you from going am I?” He asks politely.

“No, not at all,” You quickly exclaim. “The longer I stay, the more of an excuse I have not to do the mountain of things I need to for work.”

Hyunjin chuckles, “well, as long as it doesn’t get you into trouble with your colleagues.”

“I should be fine,” you hope.

“You know, when I think about it, you and I never really spoke that much back then,” he points out. “I only just realised that from last week when I saw you again.”

His comment makes you think back too

Hyunjin was definitely part of your friend group, but not one who you would hang out with individually or with another person. He was just there, almost like he was known to you by association. Aside from the fact that he’s well-mannered and kind, the only aspect of his personality that seemed to have changed is how boisterous he used to be.

Although, that’s to be expected when people mature and cross the bridge from adolescence to adulthood.

“True enough,” you reply and start snickering when you remember something funny. “But I have good memories of you though. Like when you threw that bottle at Jisung.”

Hyunjin’s eyes nearly pop out of his head, “I remember that. I could’ve killed him with that too.”

“Or when Chan had to pull you up from the train tracks because you fell off the platform and got stuck,” you add on.

“Most of those memories seem to have some type of mortal peril attached to it,” Hyunjin discovers.

“You were young,” you remind him tenderly. “They make for the best memories anyway.”

He agrees, staring into a space on the table as he reminisces, “true. So much has changed since I got back. I feel like I’ve missed out on growing up with you all even though we were just teenagers back then and adults now.”

“Maybe, but we’re still young though and some have more growing up to do than others,” you hint very cryptically at one person who automatically springs to mind. “So don’t feel sad that you’ve missed out when there’s still a lot for us out there.”

Hyunjin sits a bit more comfortably knowing that. As you both continue to talk, he realises how much you’ve changed yet somehow remained the same. You grew into your features, enhancing what was already there to a finer degree. Your looks were Hyunjin’s first impression of you when you first met as devious young teenagers.

That was before he discovered that you are as kind and cool as you come across. But you were just distant friends back then. Now, Hyunjin detected a space for that to potentially change. He wanted to get to know the friend he hung out with here and there.

Even though time threatened to cut the starting opportunity short, it was still a start nonetheless, and Hyunjin was confident that there would be other times to arrive as well. So as the baristas begin cleaning up behind the counter and around the cafe, both you and Hyunjin took it as a sign that it was probably time to head off. You both take your belongings, thank the staff on your way out and head into the night.

“Y/N,” Hyunjin says to you. “We should get coffee again sometime.”

You nod, “I’d love that. I still have your number.”

“So do I,” he replies. “What way are you heading?”

“I’m just literally around the corner, not even a minute away,” you answer.

“Okay, I’ll look forward to your text then,” he says.

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Pretty As A Picture

Title: Pretty As A Picture

Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x F!Reader

Fandom: The Gray Man

Word Count: 2.2K

Summary: What started as a hobby day in the park turns into Lloyd Hansen showing you why taking photos of strangers is a bad idea.

Warnings: Murder Daddy, gun, murder(not Reader), chase, knife play, kidnapping, pet names(gumdrop, princess), slight dacryphilia, Sir kink, blood, language, head injury, bondage, cutting clothing with a knife, DUBCON, unprotected rough p-in-v sex, pussy slapping, hyperspermia, slight aftercare, implied captivity

A/N: This is my late submission to @the-slumberparty’s Naughty or Nice Challenge. Unbeta’d, we die like people who tried their best.

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You sit on the bench in the park, digital camera resting against your sternum as it dangles from the strap around your neck. The sky shines above you and illuminates the world around you as you look for something to capture. It’s been so snowy and the park’s surfaces are covered in white fluff. You had to wipe off the bench considerably to be able to sit down on the old wooden seating.

Your knee-length puffer coat is zipped and buttoned, but you still cross your arms to retain heat when the wind sweeps through, blowing snow in your face. You’ve taken about a handful of photos of empty swings and the slide that has become an ice luge. You hear voices nearby and turn toward the sound.

Two men are talking in the front seat of a town car parked on the edge of the park. Strange that they would pick here to have a casual conversation, but you can’t blame them. You came here for the peace too.

Curiously, you raise your camera and point it at the men. You zoom in, trying to read their lips, snickering when you see the younger man’s mustache. That was a choice. You catch little snippets here and there. But you can’t put all the pieces together. You are just about to lower your camera when movement surprises you.

You freeze when you see the man with the mustache on the passenger side bring out a pistol with a silencer on the end of it. He points it at the man in the driver’s seat and pulls the trigger. The mustachioed man then proceeds to wipe down the interior of the car and exits.

He turns to face the park, putting his hands in his pockets. He closes his eyes, tilting his head from side to side to relieve tension in his neck. When he notices you, you lower the camera slowly and wish upon wish that you can make it back to your apartment before he catches up to you.

You let your camera hang around your neck and rise from the bench. Turning on a dime, you race between the swingset and head for your building. You are barely past the seesaw when you feel the man’s body crash into yours. Air escapes your lungs as you hit the ground and your camera is whipped to the side of you. You are disoriented for a second before you are turned around and grabbed by the front of your coat.

“Well, what do we have here? A little spy, maybe?” The mustachioed man removes one hand from your coat to reach into his pocket and withdraws a butterfly knife, holding it to your neck, “Who do you work for?”

You squeak when the point of the knife meets your skin, the sharp poke keeping you from moving. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I was just taking photos of the park. I didn’t see anything.”

He turns the knife slightly, the tip penetrating your neck. You feel the sting of the cut as a drop of blood slowly trails down the blade. He watches as you plead with your big doe eyes for him to let you go.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. Oh, gumdrop. Anybody who says ‘I didn’t see anything’ most definitely saw something. The question is: What do I do with Little Miss Photographer?” His tone could have been considered sweet, if not mocking.

“Please, let me go. You can have the camera. Just please don’t hurt me, Sir.” Unshed tears blur your eyes and you try to blink them away but they fall down your cheeks.

He bites his bottom lip, shaking his head slowly. “Calling me Sir and crying for me? I just may have an idea of how to...take care of you, princess.”

He pockets the knife, the pressure of it releasing from your neck. Standing you to your feet, he turns you to start walking to the left, away from the direction of your apartment. With one hand on your coat, he reaches down and grabs the camera as you walk, his long legs moving faster than your shorter ones.

Once you get to a car, he tries to put you in the front seat but you get the sudden urge to fight for your life. You let him open the door then you kick it closed, turning in his arms and scratching at his face. He jerks away when three nails make contact with his forehead and slide down to his temple.

“Fucking bitch!” Blood wells to the surface and starts to trickle down his face. He grabs you by the skull, bringing you toward him before he smashes your head into the passenger door. It slows you down and your head pounds. Your legs are out from under you as he picks you up bridal style and takes you to the back of the car.

You are barely alert while he speaks to you. “It didn’t have to be like this, gumdrop. All you had to do was get in but no, you had to be a brat,” He sets your feet down on the ground so he can grab a key fob from his pocket. The trunk opens and you are lifted inside, the zipper on your long coat being pulled down to reveal your clothing underneath. “Well know this. I don’t tame brats, ok? I correct them. Now, you get some sleep. I’ll wake you up when we get there.” He taps the end of your nose and winks down at you.

Your vision swims but you register him leering at you while licking his lips. He’s kind enough to not close the trunk too hard. You hear his steps crunching in the snow as he walks around the car. A door opens and closes, the engine turns over. You lurch toward the back of the car when it starts to move away from the curb. The darkness of the space and the steadiness of his driving lull you to close your eyes, falling asleep soon after.

"...you there, Gumpdrop?”

You hear a voice that feels distant. Slowly, you pick your head up and open your eyes to see the man with the mustache sitting in front of you on a bed. He has two flexi-strips holding together the scratches you gave his face. Your coat is off, you are left in your fuzzy green sweater and black skirt. You try and move but you only wince when you look up to see your hands cuffed to the framework of the headboard. Your thigh-high sock-clad feet are left free and his hand idly moves up and down your shin.

When you try to move your leg away, he holds it back and squeezes your ankle as a warning. You don’t want any more head trauma so you resign yourself to doing whatever he wants.

“I am so glad you’re awake. You have no idea how hard it was to keep my hands to myself. Well, I did take these,” he reaches into a pocket and pulls out the familiar white panties, and waves them in your face, “Oh don’t worry, I didn’t play with that pretty little pussy. Wanted you awake for that.” He winks at you and stands.

You watch as he walks away, listening to his footsteps going and then coming back. In his hands is your camera, safe and sound. He brings it up to his face, the lens moving forward and back before you hear the snap of the shutter.

“God, you are too damn sweet, gumdrop,” he coos, kneeling on the bed between your legs. He lifts your skirt and snaps a few photos of bare pussy. He hums, letting the camera dangle from the strap around his neck. The butterfly knife is back out, you shudder and he puts a hand up. “Calm down, pretty girl. Just gonna cut these pesky layers off you so don’t move unless you want me to cut you.”

You shove fear down and nod, following as he cuts through your skirt and sweater like butter. When he gets to your bra, he hooks a finger between your sternum and the fabric, cutting into the center of the material. When you are laid bare in front of him, he cups his crotch and groans. He raises the camera again and snaps away.

He takes the camera by the strap off of his neck and sets it on the nightstand. As he moves his hand back, he takes the opportunity to squeeze your tits. Pinching your nipples, he chuckles when you whine.

“Please...um, Sir?” you blurt, a mix of pain and pleasure radiating through you. You wish you could close your legs to get some friction but he is back between them.

“Lloyd,” he offers, still tweaking your nipples, “You can call me Lloyd, gumdrop.”

“Lloyd…um, please… uh,” You subconsciously begin to twist your hips and he gets the hint.

“Aww, my little princess needs some attention on her little pussy, huh?” You’re only turned on by his mocking tone and condescending words. He leans in to kiss and nip at your neck while he grinds his covered dick against your now slippery folds. “Alright, alright. I won’t tease you anymore. I know you need this much more than I do, gumdrop.” He uses one hand to unzip his pants and pull out his stiff dick.

Although it is obscured from your vision, by the way he has to tilt his hips, you can tell he is packing a sizeable length. Covering the tip in your juices, he taps it against your clit. When he enters you, the stretch has you hissing along with Lloyd. He tilts his hips away from you and then comes back, going a bit deeper inside you. Adjusting his arms, he wraps one under your head and the other hand goes to hold your side while your legs wrap around him.

By the time you are used to his size, his hips are slamming into the backs of your thighs. His hand is sure to leave bruises on your hip and you don’t give a fuck in the slightest. He’s already restrained you and cut your clothes off. Might as well be fully debauched, right?

“Shiiiiit, this pussy is squeezing my fucking dick so good. I can feel you holding back, gumdrop. Let go for me.” He lets go of your hip and uses his thumb to pay attention to your clit. While he leans on his other hand, he clutches the bedspread as his hips continue their onslaught.

Your climax was just out of reach, like a word caught on the tip of the tongue. Lloyd locks eyes with you and lifts his hand, bringing it down to slap your puffy folds. You squeal and it only makes Lloyd slap it again. And that is how you discovered that this was a kink for you.

The tight band that held together your resolve snaps and on the third slap, you lose all control of your body. You let out the breath you didn’t know you were holding in a long moan, your legs clamping around Lloyd’s waist. Your walls flutter around his cock and your orgasm washes over you like a warm summer rainstorm, refreshing and necessary.

“That’s a good girl! Fuck, you are clamped around me like a goddamn vice. Oh, shit. I’m gonna cum, princess. Shit, shit shit!” Lloyd thrusts into you a few more times before pulling out and fisting his dick until he’s shooting thick, white ropes across your belly, chest, and neck.

You stop counting the spurts of cum after eight, watching as you essentially get glazed like a donut. He squeezes the head of his dick, pushing out the last dregs of his orgasm. He grabs the camera again, his eye lining up with the viewfinder. “Smile pretty for me.”

You’re so fucked out that you smile when he asks. He snaps the photo and puts the camera back down. He leaves the bed and walks off, you hear him go down the hall and come back. He carries a wet washcloth and wipes you down, cleaning off the sticky substance before tossing it over his shoulder.

Lloyd opens a drawer in the nightstand, retrieving a small key, and unlocks your handcuffs one by one. He doesn’t offer to check your wrists for bruising, but you don’t expect him to. You’re more than surprised that he wiped his cum off of you, you didn’t want to push it.

“Now, gumdrop. So we’re clear, I’ve already made up my mind. I’m gonna keep you here with me. You’re gonna be my little playtoy. Whenever I need to take out frustration, I’m gonna take it out on this little pussy of yours. Or option B: I could kill you. Your choice.”

And just like that, your fate is sealed.

“Option A,” you mumble, tears line your eyes as you yawn.

“I knew you were a smart girl.” He pets your head and your eyes lose focus as you drift off into a dreamless sleep.

A/N: I really wish Lloyd would give me a break sometimes lol. I think I got this posted literally on the last day of the challenge.

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rumble-aint-a-rumble-without-me · 3 months

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Henlo :) okay so um hcs for the gang with a reader who comes from a family thats rlly rocky, so they dont rlly experience love so when they get it its confusing for them? Like experiencing cuddles for the first time?

A/N: Thanks for requesting this! I’m super sorry for the delay, things got kind of hectic around here- hope you enjoy these!

DARRY CURTIS

Honestly? The Curtis brothers are probably the only ones here that have experience with familial affections and just affections in general?

Darry’s grown up with two parents who love him and is pretty used to the affections that come from that

When he meets you? Who doesn’t have that? Who’s never had that with their parents?

He takes it slow, he’s careful in how he holds you, not wanting to make you uncomfortable and he tells you that he loves you

Gives you all the compliments, asks you about your day and how you feel about different things, he really just does anything he can so that you know that he cares about you

Not exactly the best with his words like Ponyboy is but he knows that it’s important for you to hear that someone cares and appreciates you

SODAPOP CURTIS

Sodapop is very perceptive and already sort of knows what’s wrong when you sort of tense up when he tries to hug you or throw his arm around your shoulders

He’s a very tactile person, he likes to be touching you, so if you’re not used to being touched or don’t exactly like being touched, I’d talk to him about

Sodapop won’t care, he doesn’t mind either way and would be happy to work towards a happy medium for the both of you

If you’re not used to being hugged and stuff? Sodapop kind of dials in his affections, being a little gentler with you

Hugs, cuddles, holding hands, he’s always going to give you the option to pull away from him

He doesn’t want to overwhelm you, he really just wants to show you that he loves you and if being held all the time doesn’t make you feel loved, that’s no problem, the two of you can work something else out!

PONYBOY CURTIS

Ponyboy isn’t a very touchy person? At least my version of Ponyboy isn’t, so tensing up during cuddles and stuff doesn’t really register with him at first until you say something

Pony’s big thing is words if you couldn’t tell- I mean, kiddo literally wrote a whole book and gave it to a professor

So hearing you kind of talk down about yourself? Leftover habits from being told that your opinions don’t matter? That kind of sets him off

Expect tons of compliments and gentle reassurances from Ponyboy, all sweet and genuine remarks

He loves you, he loves hearing your thoughts and your parents were crazy for telling you that you didn’t matter

You do matter, and Ponyboy’s gonna make sure you know that <3

DALLAS WINSTON

My version of Dallas had a rough homelife back when he was in New York, his dad was a deadbeat, mom died when he was younger-

So for you to come from a rocky home and not be used to affection and kind words? You and Dal are kinda the same

He doesn’t entirely know how to show you that love he has for you?

Like it’s not second nature to just take your hand or kiss you before he leaves, y’know what I mean?

So like, if you guys were a seesaw of uncertainty about affection, I don’t know if seesaws are just an American thing but I hope not cause you guys would seriously be missing out, the seesaw would be perfectly balanced in the middle, completely flat

Over time though, the two of you get a bit better, relaxing into each other and showing each other a little more love! It just took you a little bit of time

JOHNNY CADE

Yeahhhhh so Johnny has a pretty rough homelife too so I have a feeling the two of you are in the same boat here

The whole not knowing how important you are, uncomfortable during physical affections, yadda yadda yadda, you guys know what I’m talking about

I think the relationship you have going with each other is good though! It’s good for both of you!

Johnny gives those vibes that he’d definitely be the hype man for everyone else while putting himself down

So he’d shower you in all the compliments, in all the pretty words and everything you could ever ask for, paired with a few gentle kisses pressed to your cheeks

Every aspect of this relationship would be so calm and laid-back, you’d be so good for each other because you’d finally be able to show each other what real love should be <3

TWO-BIT MATHEWS

Okay so I take back what I said about the Curtis bros, Two-Bit’s mom definitely loved him like a mother should and I can’t believe I overlooked that-

She works two jobs for her kids and I can’t believe that I forgot how hard she works for them

He’s also very touchy? Like Sodapop, he likes to be touching you so he’s kind of taken aback when he realizes how confused you are by it

He’s like ??? and pulls away very slowly, looking at you and trying to figure out what’s going on in your head

And I swear, if you say one thing bad about yourself, no matter what it is, Two-Bit is immediately correcting you, telling you you’re perfect and that he cares in his own Two-Bit way

“Whaddaya mean you don’t care? I wanna know what you wanna do, doll. Where do you wanna go to dinner?”

STEVE RANDLE

Steve, another very touchy boy, does his best to slowly ease into physical affections with you

He’s not trying to make you uncomfortable or overwhelmed, he just really wants to hold your hand when you’re walking around the drive-in together

I suggest having a conversation with him about your less than satisfying homelife? Steve’s got his own shitty household, and I think he’d be pretty understanding

He gets a little sad when you talk about how you think you don’t matter? It hurts him to think that you don’t think you’re important

Steve looks at you like you’re his whole world, he just can’t believe that someone could tell you that you’re not good enough

Gentle reminders that you’re enough, you’re more than enough and that he loves you are given in the form of extra dates, extra compliments and extra loving!

TIM SHEPARD

The reason Tim is so forward with his affections and compliments is because he stops being able to function the second those nice things turn back on him-

So yeah! Both of you don’t really know what to do with gentle affection because you both had rocky homelives

But! You’re working on it, both of you, you’re slowly relaxing into each other, slowly realizing that this is what love really is and this is how it’s shown

And as for your self-worth? Tim makes sure you really know he cares about your opinions

He’ll ask what you’re doing, what you want to do and what you don’t want to do, what you like about this and what you don’t like about that

It’s not overly obvious? But his questions are definitely him trying to see what you want and trying to do whatever you want so you can the chance to be heard

CURLY SHEPARD

Curly Shepard had a messed up childhood no matter what sort of background you headcanon him to have so I think he’d understand where you’re coming from

Hesitancy to be wrapped in a hug or to have someone hold onto your hand?

Confusion when you’re given compliments or trusted to make decisions for something?

Curly understands what you’re going through, he’s got the same thing going on himself sweetheart <3

Together though, I think the two of you would be really really good, you’d do a lot of good things for each other and sort of build each other back up

By the way, it’s hard to not feel special when you’re with Curly because he’s always calling you by little nicknames and giving you what he’s got, saying sweet things and all that good stuff <3

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Seesaws and Stray Dogs

Pairing : Daryl Dixon x Negan's sister!reader

Genre : angst!! some comfort and fluff

Warnings : violence, gore, the lineup, mentions of Daryl's time as Negan's prisoner, guilt, toxic sibling relationship, please lmk if I missed anything!

Word count : 1.2k

Request (by anon) : "daryls wife coming out as negans sister how will everything unfold when she learns????"

A/N : I could definitely expand on this universe more in the future! Hope this is along the lines of what anon was looking for!

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The last time you'd seen your brother, it ended in yells and tears. You were furious to find how he'd been treating his wife, the same wife that was wasting away each day. You'd told him, "Don't call me." And left his apartment. He didn't have much of a reaction, that stone cold expression, never meeting your eyes. But he'd stayed true to your request, and hadn't called ever again.

When the world turned upside down and the dead began roaming, you figured he was dead. Of course you still cared for him, had fond memories of seesaws and stray dogs. But you couldn't stand to think of the person he'd become, so it was easier to believe he was dead. To mourn, and then move on.

And move on, you did. You found a group, a group that quickly became family. To add, you even found love.

Daryl is a big heart hidden behind a gruff exterior, and he stole your heart before you even knew it. After months of pining, you finally threw in the towel and kissed him. It was clunky and awkward but it made your heart grow ten sizes. It wasn't long before he'd found a ring for you. A simple thing, a dainty band with a small green gem in the center. It isn't much visually, but it means the world to you.

Now, on the worst day of your life, you twirl the ring anxiously around your finger over and over. Beside you, Maggie trembles, pale and sweaty. A little further down the line is Daryl. He's hurt, bleeding and doubled over. You want to crawl to him, to stretch your body over his and protect him. Let his blood seep into your clothing. But you can't, you know that. Around you, the saviors keep alert, waiting for someone to act out of line. For someone to give them a reason. You won't.

And then the trailer door snaps open. "Pissing our pants, yet?" At first, you think you're hallucinating. Some sick and twisted trick your brain is playing on you. There's no way that your brother is the big bad wolf.

But then he sees you, and he laughs. A big, hearty laugh that crinkles the corners of his eyes. And then he's strutting over to you, bat swinging at his side. "Holy...shit!" He exclaims, leaning down to face you eye-to-eye. You meet his eyes, searching them. In your peripheral, you see Daryl begin to struggle, trying to reach you. You want to tell him that it's okay, that this is your brother, but you're not sure that's even true anymore. Who has he become? "Definitely did not expect to see you here!" Negan bellows, a happy grin on his face.

You can feel the confused gazes surrounding you, both from your friends and his. You don't dare look away from him, eyes steely and jaw set. But still, your hands move on their own accord, twirling the ring over and over. "Now this here...is an absolute plot twist! That is my baby sister, y'all!" He looks at your hands, at the ring you obsessively touch. "Oh! Now don't tell me my little sister is married to one of these pricks!" Daryl squirms.

"I am, not that it's any of your business." You spit. Negan twirls around, giving the lineup a good once over.

"Now wait! Don't tell me! Let me guess." He walks back and forth, exaggeratedly rubbing his chin in mock-thought. He stops in front of Rick, glancing to see your reaction. You don't move. And then Glenn, but when Maggie cries out, he swiftly moves on. Right to Daryl. You swallow harsh, holding your breath as he raises his bat to him. "I think I hit the jackpot! Get up, kid. Come sit next to your husband." You stand on shaky feet, sending one last lingering glance to Maggie before stumbling your way to Daryl.

When you reach him, falling to your knees, he shuffles forward, hiding you behind his frame. Negan laughs at the display. "Well, now that we've got that settled, let's get started!"

When all is settled and done, you can't look away from the patch of dirt and leaves you're perched on. Because if you do, you'd see your friends. Abraham and Glenn, or what's left of them. A mangled mess of gore, the soil below drinking their blood and tinging a crimson red. And you'd see that he's gone. Your love, ripped from you as you kicked and cried and screamed. You're not sure how long you sit, staring at the ground. But night turns into morning.

And then Maggie stumbles toward her husband. All the girls leap up, yourself included. You, Sasha, Rosita all help Maggie. Like some kind of widows club, you think bitterly.

There's a sense of guilt too, that this blood was spilled by someone of your own. That the same evil that runs through him could be in your veins, too. Rick can hardly meet your eyes.

In shame, you exile yourself to Hilltop with Maggie and Sasha. There's nothing for you in Alexandria anymore. You knew Negan wouldn't hurt you, but everyone else was free game and you didn't want to be there to see it. Let him believe you were dead. Maybe then he'd let Daryl go.

Hilltop is where you and Daryl reunite. It was somewhere around a week after the lineup, a week of hell for everyone. Daryl was weakened, beat and starved and sleep deprived. He practically falls into your arms.

The tears roll freely as your hands roam over his back, confirming that he's really there. Really with you. You're overcome with a strange mix of gratitude and guilt. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." You cry into him, tears staining his shoulder. He doesn't say anything, but he squeezes you tightly. That says more than words.

That night, as you both ready for bed, Daryl tells you all that he went through at the hands of your brother. You run your hands over the fresh bruises and the aged scars. "I'm sorry. I thought he was dead." You mumble, pressing a kiss to his bare shoulder. The dim light of the lamp casts an intimate glow over the two of you.

"He will be." Daryl grunts, but then he timidly adds. "...if ya want him to be." You know he's no stranger to a morally gray (or rather morally black) brother. His own brother was once his enemy too.

"I don't know, honestly. He's my brother but he hasn't been the same since even before all this." You sigh. "I wish things were different." The things Negan has done, they're unforgiveable. And yet, he may be the only blood you have left in the world. Doesn't that mean something?

You settle into the bed next to Daryl, wrapping your arms around his frame. His skin is warm and comforting against your own. Familiar. You begin to doze off, feeling safe knowing he's here with you, but before you reach sleep, you hear him. "Me too."

At that, you make a promise to yourself. You won't let your brother hurt Daryl anymore, no matter the cost. No one, including Negan, will take Daryl from you ever again.

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OUR SECRET — MYG

chapter six

Summary: You and Yoongi are having an affair. No, you are not being his lover. But the world is not ready to know that an idol is dating someone. So you two were doing your best to make sure no one found out. Until he breaks up with you. His mistake.

Author's note: This fanfic will contain inappropriate language and intimate moments between some characters. Be warned. I will let you know if anything becomes inappropriate. Please enjoy this Yoongi fanfic.

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The baby shower was fantastic. You didn't even miss the baby's father that much. Then you decided to go to bed early. But before you got it falling asleep, you heard the doorbell ring.

"I am going." You say as you walk towards the door, coming face to face with Yoongi. He has a visible bruise, very close to his eyebrow.

"Before you want me to leave, could you take care of that wound?" He asks, looking very downcast. You step back so he can enter his apartment.

"You and I are going to be parents to the same child. Obviously I'm going to take care of you." You say before closing the door and going directly to the bathroom to get the first aid kit. Yoongi sat on the sofa in your living room and stood there muttering words that you didn't quite know what they were.

"I know you're going to want to know what happened..." He says as soon as you sit down in front of him on the couch. You start to apply a product that will clean his wound and he lets out a groan of pain.

"If you don't want to tell me, that's fine. But stay still. Show our daughter that her father is strong enough to withstand this pain." And so you continue bandaging him, while he tries to bear the pain. He doesn't say anything, nor do you. It's frustrating.

"The woman I went out with had a controlling ex-boyfriend. He just showed up at our date and punched me. I defended myself, and when he realized I was famous, he ran off. So, I paid the bill and came here." Yoongi explained as you finished helping him with his wound.

"I'm sorry for you. And for her. No one deserves to go through these things." You say as you put away your first aid kit in the bathroom. When you return to the living room, Yoongi is almost lying down on the couch as if he's exhausted. You sit down beside him, gently stroking his head.

"Do you think I deserve this for what I did to you?" Yoongi speaks with his eyes still closed as you continue to stroke his head.

"No, I don't think so. Yoongi, I don't think you're a bad person. You make questionable choices and you're terrible at both breaking up with someone and proposing, but you're a good guy. You don't deserve to get hit by some ridiculous man who can't get over a breakup. Rest assured." You say reassuringly as you continue to stroke his head.

"I broke up with you against my will. The truth is, a gossip page found out about us. My company asked me to take action to fix it, and I took that step, which is pretty stupid, I know, but it wasn't an easy decision. And in the end, it didn't even matter. Soon, everyone will know that you and I are going to be parents, and personally, I don't care if it disappoints my fans." He says, gently opening his eyes to look at you. As for you, you were a bit emotional, perhaps realizing how fragile your relationship with Yoongi was.

"Do you think your fame would be alright if you were married to the mother of your child for a while and then you separated?" You ask, distancing yourself slightly from Yoongi. He looks at you, confused.

We get married, you announce to the world that you're starting a family. After a year of marriage, we divorce. We'll tell everyone it was the best thing for our family." You propose. Yoongi's eyes widen in surprise, processing your suggestion.

"Are you serious? You'd be willing to do that for me? For us?"He speaks surprised. You know he had proposed something similar before, but now this situation will be on your terms.

"I'm willing to do this for the future of this baby. A fake marriage to sort things out and move on. No feelings involved." You say seriously, and he seems to understand what you're proposing. Honestly, you don't want to get romantically involved with Yoongi again.

"No feelings involved, then." He reaches out his hand towards you, and you shake his hand, as if sealing a deal. You just hope you won't regret this.

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In the Hands of Two | Bang Chan 방찬

Pairing: Bang Chan x Reader (she/her)

Summary: Chan was grateful for Y/N gifting such strong feelings, but at some point it became unbearable to carry them alone.

Warning: friends to lovers

Requested: yes

Word Count: 1 510

Author’s Note: I miss describing emotions and deep thoughts of characters, so this one is rather special. I hope you'll like it ♡ Remember, your engagement helps so-so much!

To love someone… was it a blessing or a curse? Chan couldn’t exactly figure it out. The guy was grateful for Y/N gifting him such emotions. The feeling like everything was possible, like he could do it all at once and never get tired. He genially was happy to finally go through something that he only read and fantasised about before, and Chan could bet his life that it was the most wonderful thing he had ever experienced. However, even the most perfect things tended to have their “buts”. In fact, the “but” was a big one, the size of Seoul’s skyscrapers — Y/N was his friend. The constant thought of that fact made Chan’s heart fall on the ground and never come back to a normal beat. How could he mess up so much? It was the most basic and trivial rule the guy shouldn’t have broken, yet, he did.

Chan couldn’t exactly recall the moment when he realised he fell for her completely. It was happening gradually and then collapsed to the idol suddenly, with all the weight of those unbearable feelings. Funny how love could be so easy when was held by two, and how heavy it was once it was in the hands of only one person.

The guy’s mood was swinging worse than seesaws he used to like so much as a child. One morning he’d be determined to spill everything out, beg Y/N for forgiveness and maybe for a little chance. Another sleepless night Chan would scold himself for being such an idiot, for overlooking the time when he still could stop himself. As if it was possible to control the feelings… As if it was just a silly anger or nerves, tickling the stomach. The problem of love was that it consisted of all feelings at once. Happiness, pain, fear, joy… The guy looked at her eyes and believed he could fly. Another second, when she wasn’t smiling at him but someone else, the feeling was eating him up like worms on a fresh grave.

Chan couldn’t control his emotions. He’d hate himself for snapping at his members simply because Y/N suddenly paid a bit more attention to them than him. The guy would hate the fact that she was his friend, and that he was so blind in the beginning, when they first met. If he had known it’d be that way, he’d confess right away, avoiding the stupid friend zone. However, all those thoughts of the past didn’t make things any better or easier. The past was the past, and Chan, unfortunately, couldn’t change it.

Could he change the future, though? Could he actually make another dream of his come true? After all, the guy knew how determined he was, always being able to get what he wanted. With the career, no matter how hard it was, the musician usually — well, most of the time — knew which direction to follow. With Y/N it was completely different, and the guy was lost. He used to believe that he liked taking risks, and yet, when it was coming to the confession, his whole body would go numb just thinking of it.

It became sort of a tradition to be occupied with that mess in his head, days and nights; even when the girl was around. Or especially when she was around. It was harder to keep a secret, and it felt as if Chan was going to burst up any second.

"Coffee," he smiled and placed a cup of latte with coconut syrup on a table, next to Y/N. The guy felt ridiculous for being so whipped for her, but he couldn’t do anything about it.

"Thank you. Are you reading my mind?" the girl looked up at the friend and smiled. Chan had always been rather attentive, so such gestures were not exactly surprising, however, they did become more frequent recently.

At that moment Chan was ready to give everything to read Y/N mind, indeed. Just to know if she felt the same way about him as he felt about her. Or at least if she liked him not just as a friend. He wished he could read her mind…

"Not exactly, I just know you well enough," the guy grinned and took a seat next to her, trying to look as casual as it was possible. Chan couldn’t stop smiling, though, once Y/N’s pretty lips touched the edge of the cardboard cup carefully. She tasted the drink, trying to figure out the flavour of the syrup, and he wished the girl could know how adorable she looked. With her he started to dream more. In fact… what was stopping him to let Y/N now how wonderful she was?

"You’re so pretty," the guy suddenly mumbled. Once the words left his mouth, the idol couldn’t believe he really said it.

Y/N, though, just smiled again and friendly petted Chan’s shoulder.

"You’re always so nice to me."

The musician was ready to scream. No, he needed to scream. To hell with the voice, he needed to let it all out, otherwise he’d just explode.

"Right," was his only reply. The guy’s ears turned red, and he looked at the screen of his laptop, trying to concentrate on a song. Y/N joined him in the studio that day to be the first listener of a demo. Most of the time Chan’s head was full of music, but at that moment he didn’t feel so creative.

The guy sighed heavily and stood up sharply, starting to walk back and forth and trying to reason himself – he needed to calm down.

"Chan, what’s wrong?" Y/N chuckled, although wasn’t sure if it was okay to laugh. No matter how cute the friend looked, she could read anxiety on his face, too.

The idol suddenly stopped and simply spilled out, staring at Y/N.

"Would you finally acknowledge my feelings for you if I kiss you right now? You’re so bad at taking hints," he growled, getting angry at Y/N, at himself, at basically the whole situation he happened to be in.

"What?" Y/N blinked, and the heart skipped its beat. She was staring back at Chan and couldn’t believe her ears. Literally, as once the words of confession were uttered, it became very noisy, her ears were ringing.

"I like you, Y/N," Chan whined, throwing hands up to the ceiling, being simply desperate.

He couldn’t keep it to himself anymore, he simply couldn’t. "If she was going to scream at me or ask how could I, how could I break the basic rule of the friendship," he thought. "So be it." It was worth it all. One more day with that huge secret in his heart, and he’d go crazy.

However, once he let it out, a wave of fear covered the guy from top to bottom. He messed up again, maybe even more than before.

"Y/N…"

"Chan…"

"No-no… I’m really sorry. I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have," the guy squatted down in front of Y/N and covered her palms with his. "Please, just forget it. Just forget it, we still can be friends and–"

"I don’t want to," the girl interrupted, looking in the eyes.

"You don’t?…" Chan mumbled, and his face became paler than usual.

"I don’t want to be just friends," Y/N continued quietly and broke the touch only to change the position of their hands and to cover his palms with hers instead. "I like you, too," she whispered, feeling how everything was shaking inside. Only after saying the truth, Y/N realised that she wasn’t even looking at Chan, being too nervous.

"You do?…" they guy echoed after some time, as if wasn’t sure if he heard her right. Then his lips stretched in a wide smile. "God, I’m such an idiot. I freaked out… Y/N," he giggled anxiously. Chan couldn’t believe that it was real; that finally the love for her wasn’t so heavy. Cause she took the part in her hands, too…

"I was scared, too," Y/N admitted. "We were always… close, but I know how career is important to you, and I didn’t… think… us, being more than friends, would be possible."

"It is. It is possible," Chan hurried up to reassure, looking at her eyes. "Can I kiss you?" he almost whispered, feeling the warmth spreading all over his body.

The only one regret the guy had was not being brave enough to tell Y/N everything earlier. The fear and worries were long gone, as if he had never experienced it at all. Funny how things could be easily forgotten. Not the feelings, though. They stay in the hearts until the very end.

"You threatened me with it twice today, but still didn’t do it," she teased him, but not for too long. Another second the guy took a seat next to Y/N and, pulling her closer, simply pressed the lips against hers in a tender kiss.

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amethysts-angel214 · 3 months

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So I found 2 canceled Popee stories from the old PopDeath website throught the wayback machine...

"Tightrope"

Popee tries to walk on a tightrope with a net strung high in the air. Kedamono tries to stop it, but Popee, who was full of earthquakes, shows a fist pump and climbs the pole in high spirits. Popee starts walking on the rope without a balance rod in his hands. However, even though he started walking with a smile on his face, he simply lost his footing and fell after taking just a few steps.

Popee starts falling while rotating slowly in slow motion. Kedamono hurriedly brings the sofa to the spot where Popee fell. However, he suddenly thought about it and decided to turn that sofa into a cactus. Popee fell into the cactus. The pain of the cactus's needles causes it to rise vertically again. (The cactus broke)

"Just do it!" Popee said as he returned to the rope. He rub his butt and continue walking the tightrope with teary eyes. Kedamono looks up from below and claps. However, just a few seconds later, Popee is fanned by the wind and falls. Once again, it falls while spinning in slow motion. Kedamono hurriedly takes out a tennis racket and waits at the drop point.

He swings his racket at the same time Popee is falling, but misreads the point where it will fall and misses the mark. Popee crashes to the ground right next to Kedamono. Kedamomo walks up to it and launches Popee with all its might with its racket.

Popee returns to the net again with his nose bleeding. He seems to be in a daze. He can't see in his point of view, but he won't stop walking the tightrope. Kedamono starts clapping. However, Popee sometimes seems to lose his footing. Gathering animals, sofas, cushions, etc., he diligently arranged them on the ground so that they would be ready in case he'd fall at any moment. Once Kedamono was ready, he starts swinging the racket.

"Yeah. This is fine!" When he looked at Popee, he had his neck caught in the rope and his bag was hanging down. He was hanging, and his face was pale blue. Kedamono was stunned for a while. He climbs the pole to rescue Popee. First, he tries to cut the rope with scissors, but the scissors break because it is a wire cable.

He had no choice but to approach the hanging Popee while walking on a tightrope. It is eerie that the severed head was caught and turned blue-purple. Kedamono leans back and tries to remove Popee's neck while being frightened. However, a crow suddenly lands on his back, causing him to lose his balance. Kedamono falls headlong to the ground. As he struggles through his pain, he looks up to see crows starting to flock to Popee he hangs from.

Surprised, Kedamono hurriedly throws a stone to chase the crow away, but instead of hitting the crow, it hit Popee in the forehead. Popee regains consciousness due to the stone's blow, and is shaking as blood oozes from his forehead. The reaction causes his head to come loose from the rope and fall.

Kedamono turned a blind eye to Popee's fall, but Popee falls onto the couch and desk (which was piled up by Kedamono). The sofa lifts up into the air due to the recoil, and the desk pushes Popee up due to the recoil of the sofa falling, creating a seesaw effect that sends Popee flying onto the tightrope once again.

Popee lands at the end of the tightrope. When he looked back with a vague expression, he realized that his current point was the goal. Popee does a fist pump while bleeding from his nose and forehead. (His face was still a little blue) Kedamono clapped while smiling bitterly.

"Unicycle"

Popee was casually riding around on a unicycle. It's circling around Kedamono. Kedamono was clapping his hands as he watched the scene. Popee grabbed Kedamono and put him on his shoulder. It's a unicycle ride. The two of them happily twirl around the square. Kedamono and Popee look at each other with smiles. The two of them hold hands, forming a diagonal V shape. Kedamono goes straight ahead, grabs Kaeru on the ground and places it on his head. Kedamono's on Popee's shoulders, and Kaeru's on Kedamono's head. The three were having fun spinning around, but Kaeru hops off Kedamono's head and ends up in front of the unicycle. Popee and Kedamono's surprised expressions turn into crying faces (slow motion)

Kaeru's lying on the ground, and there are marks from the wheel of a unicycle on its back...Kaeru doesn't move. The two of them watched silently. Poepe and Kedamono build a grave (shaped like a cross) for Kaeru. Kedamono was crouching down and crying, and Popee pats him on the shoulder. Calmly pointing at the sunset. A blazing sunset. An illusion that can be seen on the other side. Popee and Kedamono are riding a unicycle to the cheers of the audience. Kedamono nods silently as he watches the illusion of a sunset.

The next day, the two were riding unicycles again under the blue sky. They happily twirl around the square. When he looked, he saw a monkey on the wall. Kedamono catches the monkey like he did with Kaeru. He put it on top of his head and it spun around happily for a while, but then the monkey jumped off Kedamono's head. They were surprised. The unicycle wheel approaches the monkey (slow motion) Popee and Kedamono build the monkey's grave. Kedamono was crouching down and crying. Popee patted him on the shoulder. Calmly pointing at the sunset. Kedamono nods silently as he watches the sunset.

Even the next day, Popee and Kedamono were riding the unicycle once again. Surprisingly, there's an elephant sitting on top of Kedamono. An elephant happily raising and lowering its trunk. Kedamono's about to get crushed by the weight. Popee also has a blue face. Popee's riding the unicycle, Kedamono's on his shoulder, and an elephant is on top of him. It was a great song. But in the end, the elephant fell down. A unicycle wheel approaches an elephant (slow motion) as Popee and Kedamono's surprised expressions change to crying faces (slow motion)

Popee and Kedamono build a grave for the elephant. Elephants are so large that their trunks stick out from the ground. The two of them watched the sunset in silence. There you can see an overlapping view of the circus, but the square is full of graves. There are countless graves. Some of the objects protruding from the ground in front of the graves include the legs of an antelope, the neck of a flamingo, and the heels of a human.

Kedamono's mask is hung there. Popee's placing flowers on the grave. He looks at the sunset in the distance, he can see Kedamono receding into the distance and disappearing. Popee rides the unicycle silently. The shadows of the grave markers extend over the area, making it look like a dream-like painting by De Chirico. The shadow of the running unicycle is also growing. Popee runs away from the unicycle with ease, but trips over the elephant's trunk and becomes stiff. The unicycle moves forward without its master on board, but it hits Kedamono's grave and runs backwards towards Popee.

Popee panics and tries to run away, but the unicycle heads straight for Popee (slow motion) and Popee looks like she's about to be run over. It is now a light in front of the wind. Popee's face turns to fear and sadness (slow motion) However, the next moment, the unicycle hits one of Popee's legs and collapses. (An extremely normal phenomenon.) "Huh?" Popee looks at the fallen unicycle. The rattling wheels come to a quiet stop. Popee makes a unicycle grave, then he bursts out laughing like a madman.

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quotethemenevervore · 4 months

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Like a seesaw that only goes down, part 2

Here’s chapter two! I don’t know if there’ll be another part, but here we are! Sorry if it seems rushed, that’s not intentional..

Content warnings: includes soft, safe, g/t vore, character panicking, mentions of death but none occur.

And the tags: @i-am-beckyu @local-squishmallow @da3dm @poprockpanda

When the door was thrown open that morning, Phil breathed a sigh of relief. Techno’s shoulders dropped slightly, still keeping his attention on the plate before him. The older man stood, going to greet his other son only to be barreled over as the brunette came flying into the room.

“Woah! What’s the-“ “You need to foster Tommy now.” Wilbur gripped his arms tightly, and the blonde forced himself not to wince. “Tommy?” “Don’t tell me you’re gonna act like Phil now.” The pinkette groaned from the dining room table. “Trying to adopt kids-“ “He needs us.” Wilbur insisted. Phil gently shook his arms, the other taking the hint and releasing them. “Why don’t you tell us about this Tommy and we’ll figure something out, okay mate?” He led his son to the dining room, knowing he’d be starving after a night being shifted.

“He can’t be any older than fourteen. He’s like a spitting image of you, Phil.” Phil cut him off to motion to the chair, Wilbur sitting down but not stopping. “He looks very rough, and the way he talks.. you can just tell he hasn’t had good fosters.” “How did you meet him?” “He almost fell in the river last night.” Techno paused, looking the brunette over for a moment. “And.. he didn’t care that you were a giant?” “Well, he was terrified of course, but I wasn’t going to just leave him there! I needed to replace the log, anyway. It gave out.”

“Is it secure now?” Phil placed a full plate in front of the other, who ravenously began eating, getting a nod in response. “Good.” He sighed in relief. “And you’re sure that Tommy is in the system?” He nodded again. “No adults in sight. He said he was out with a friend, and he wasn’t really willing to talk about his home life.” “Maybe he just doesn’t have good parents?” “Techno, he’s clearly in the foster system. I know that look.” Wilbur harshly defended himself.

“Well, there’s only one real way to find out.” Phil abruptly cut the small argument off. “Once we finish breakfast, I’ll make a few calls.”

~ ~ ~

The knock at the door didn’t bother him, simply calling through the door for the person to come in. “Tommy?” He looked up when his name was called, meeting the eyes of his social worker with shock and a small sense of dread. Did this family already give up on him? “Miss Puffy.” He greeted curtly, anxiety churning in his gut. “I received a phone call the other day, and I thought you’d want to be involved with the situation.” She took a seat beside the teen, who nodded.

“I have an old friend named Phil. He’s been a foster parent for a long time, and at the moment he has two adopted kids. He called me the other day, asking about you specifically.” Tommy perked up, but out of concern rather than excitement. “I.. don’t know anyone named Phil.” “That’s alright.” Puffy reassured him. “He said his son wanted him to foster you, and was quite adamant about it.” For a moment, Tommy imagined that it was Tubbo’s family. But he dismissed it just as quickly. He knew Tubbo’s family didn’t foster, even if they’d been the closest thing to a real family he’s had in ages.

“What about this one?” “That’s why I wanted to talk to you.” She offered a hand out, and the kid hesitantly took it. “I spoke with them before I came to you. They don’t want to push, they want you to make this decision on your own. If you’re happy here, then you can stay. But if you’re not that happy here, Phil’s more than happy to take you in.”

Tommy sat there for a moment, considering his options. This house… wasn’t the best. Well, it was the best he’d had foster wise, but it was just another house. The family didn’t really make him feel like he belonged. And someone specifically asked for him, willingly inviting him into their family. It wasn’t that hard of a choice, except for the unknown.

With a huge, deep breath, and the fragile hope that he wasn’t making a huge mistake, he nodded. “Okay.”

~ ~ ~

“You’re kidding me,” was all Tommy could breathe out when he saw the trio standing on the porch. Puffy eyed him from the rear view mirror. “Tommy?” “I know who wanted me to be fostered here.” He couldn’t forget those brown eyes, even if they were a more respectable size now. Unease began to pool in his stomach, and he swallowed the lump in his throat. He’d almost forgotten the entire incident with the giant- Wilbur. He was amazed that he’d remembered his name. But he forced himself to steel his composure. ‘Wilbur didn’t hurt me the first time, surely he doesn’t want to hurt me at all, right..?’

Puffy rolled the car to a stop, putting it in park and looking behind her to give Tommy a reassuring smile. “I promise, Phil’s a good friend of mine. If I didn’t trust him, you wouldn’t be here right now.” Tommy nodded. ‘It’s not Phil I’m worried about now..’ Both of them opened their doors at the same time, Puffy going up to the porch to greet them while Tommy lagged behind with his bag in tow.

Wilbur’s face visibly brightened when he saw the teen, grinning widely as he approached. “Tommy!” The blonde knew he was restraining himself. He remembered how touchy the brunette had been the last time he saw him. “It’s so good to see you again!” “Hey, Wilbur.” Tommy lamely spoke, nerves starting to get the better of him. He didn’t miss how the brunette’s eyes practically sparkled at the teen remembering his name, though his eyes began to trail around. They landed on the man beside Wilbur, an intimidating pigman hybrid with long pink hair braided down his back. His face softened when he met Tommy’s eyes, and he offered a nod to him. Then Tommy looked over to the other blonde, speaking with Puffy.

“I forgot about introductions! Silly me. Tommy, this is my brother Techno,” Wilbur pulled his attention back to him, gesturing to the pink haired man as he said his name. “And that's our dad, Phil!” Phil looked over at the mention of his name, smiling at the youngest. “Hey, mate. I think Wilbur probably speaks for all of us when I say we’re excited to have you here.” He calmly spoke, keeping his hands in sight but close to him. Tommy also hadn’t missed the glare shot in Wilbur’s direction as he practically bounced on his heels in excitement.

“Well, Tommy. Do you need anything from me before I head out?” Tommy looked back to Puffy, who still had a grin on her face. With hesitance, he shook his head. Despite everything, he wanted to put some trust into Wilbur. Surely if he begged Phil to foster him, it’ll lead to something good, right? Plus, he really seemed excited that Tommy showed. With a nod, she showed herself out, leaving the young teen with the three older men.

“Tommy,” Phil started softly. “Welcome to our home. We have a room set up for you, though not much in there right now-“ “We want to take you to the store so you can decorate it! So it’ll be all your style.” “Wilbur.” Phil leveled the brunette with a look, and he visibly wilted. “Sorry.” “You’re.. really excited I’m here, huh?” Tommy tried, feeling awkward that he’d witnessed the disagreement. Wilbur ducked his face, but the blonde didn’t miss the tinge of pink that colored it. “It’s just..” He started, but cut himself off with a sigh. “I’ve always wanted a little brother.” Tommy couldn’t help himself. “‘Little’?”

Techno blinked in surprise, barely visible to the blonde. Phil’s expression wasn’t as schooled, his jaw dropping at the comment. Tommy was just about to try and take it back when- Wilbur blinked, and then began to laugh. “Younger- younger brother,” he barely managed to choke out before falling back into his laughing fit. Techno huffed, shaking his head at the brunette as he fully relaxed once more. It helped Tommy feel more eased, his own shoulders dropping when he realized his joke had gone well.

When he managed to compose himself, his eyes were sparkling. “Nobody’s ever joked about my shifting before.” “Well-“ “Why don’t we head inside?” Phil cut in, wincing slightly at the abrupt end of their conversation. “Sorry, I don’t mean to interrupt, but I’m sure everyone’s ready for some dinner.” Tommy’s stomach growled at the mention of food and he nodded shyly, getting a soft smile in return. As they walked into the house, he got a gentle nudge in his side. Looking towards it, he was met with Techno. “I’ll show him his room.”

He won’t admit it, but being alone with the taller man left him feeling intimidated at best. The walk to the room was fairly short and silent, and remained that way as the door was opened. Just like everyone had said, it was mostly bare. He had a dresser, a bed, and a desk. There were some notebooks, colored and regular pencils and pens scattered on the desk, and a TV sat in a corner on a small table.

“It’s.. not much. Like Wilbur said, we’ll take you to the store tomorrow and let you get some stuff to fix it up, but we tried to throw something together for you.” Tommy nodded, taking it in and trying his best not to cry at the gesture.

His own room. He didn’t have to share. He could design it however he wanted. Techno moved to sit on the bed, patting the spot beside him, face neutral but eyes soft. He only hesitated for a second before joining the pinkette.

“Don’t let Wilbur scare you. He can be overwhelming, but he means no harm.” Tommy blinked, surprised at the sudden turn of conversation. He recovered quickly, though, and shook his head. “I kinda figured. I mean, he saved my life.” Techno snorted at that. “Should have seen him when he walked in that morning. He didn’t even say hi. He jumped straight to telling Phil to foster you.” Tommy stifled his laughter, but quickly trailed off, looking around the room. “I don’t know why he’s so interested in me, though..”

It took a moment for Techno to respond. “Honestly, I’m not sure. I think he thinks you’re like him.” Tommy jolted slightly at the comment. “Not the shifter part,” Techno started with a smirk at the bewildered look he got, before it mellowed back out to a thin line. “When Wilbur first came to the house, Phil warned me that he’d likely be a handful. And he was, just not the way we were expecting.”

Tommy hung onto every word. “When he arrived, he was skinnier than you were with a lot of bruises and scars. Phil found him out in the woods one day and tried to coax him here, but he was too distrustful, at first.” “But he eventually trusted you guys?” Techno grew a sly smile on his face. “Yea, now he’s the world's most obnoxious brother.” “He’s not that bad, I don’t think.” The grin only grew. “Just wait.” Then he got up, and motioned for the human to follow. “Let’s go check on dinner.” “Alright.”

~ ~ ~

Two weeks had passed since Tommy first got to the house. In that time, he’s learned a lot about his new family. Like how Techno wasn’t intentionally intimidating, but he wasn’t really big on social interactions. And how Phil was an avian, having large black wings that Tommy definitely did not remember seeing his first night. When he asked him about it, the other sheepishly admitted that he wasn’t sure how Tommy would take to being the only human in the house of hybrids, which made the blonde feel good and bad at the same time. Bad that Phil thought he had to hide a part of himself, but good that Phil had done it to make him feel more welcome. And Wilbur. He hadn’t shifted to a giant form since he arrived at the house, and spent a majority of the time with the blonde to get him accustomed to the house and the family. Not only that, but he’d confined in the younger that he had in fact also been a foster kid, one that bounced from house to house as often as he had. Tommy honestly didn’t know how to feel about that, but Techno’s previous comment made a lot more sense after hearing it. Tommy also learned that he wrote music, and owned his own guitar that he proudly showed the teen. He offered to teach him how to play, and their first lesson was supposed to be today.

But as Tommy ran into the dining room, excited to begin learning how to play after eating breakfast, he realized there was a person missing from the table. Techno acknowledged him from his spot. “Where’s Wilbur? He said he was gonna teach me how to play today.” It was the main thing Tommy pestered everyone about, so neither Phil or Techno needed the reminder that Wilbur was teaching him guitar. He got worried at the frown that stretched on the piglin’s face.

“He shifted.” Oh. “So he’s not here?” “He went out to the woods. He always does when he shifts.” Phil motioned for the teen to sit, before heading into the kitchen and returning with a plate for him. There were a couple pancakes and a generous amount of bacon, which put little pep back into Tommy’s step. “Well now what do I do? I had my whole day planned around this. How long will he be?” “Dunno. Sometimes it’s a couple hours, sometimes it’s a couple days. It depends on how long it’s been since he shifted.” “And I think the last time he shifted was.. right before you came here, I think.” Phil added, picking up his mug to take a drink. Tommy mulled over the information for a moment, working on his breakfast.

“Do you guys ever go hang out with him?” “When he’s giant?” Tommy nodded, stuffing a forkful of the pancakes into his mouth. “We do- well, I do,” he corrected himself at the raised eyebrow the pinkette gave him. “He doesn't always want us around. Not that he’s ashamed of it, he’s just stressed about hurting us. I’ve tried helping him feel better about it, but sadly work keeps calling me away and I can’t always be here when he shifts.”

The blonde hummed in response, thinking. “What if I go hang out with him?” Techno struggled not to spit his tea back into the mug. “You’re certainly welcome to. I think Wilbur’s more afraid of hurting people at his size than anything else, you shouldn’t have to worry about anything.” With a grin, Tommy quickly picked up his plate and silverware, putting them in the sink with a promise to wash them when he came back, and rushed out the door without hearing his brother calling out to him.

Techno watched the kid run out the door, a slight grimace on his face. “We should have told him.” Phil’s head turned to the other as he finished collecting his own breakfast dishes. “About what?” “Wilbur’s instincts.” “Doesn’t he already know? Wilbur said he had to save him, right?” “Wilbur didn’t store him to save him. He picked him up.” Realization, and fear flooded the avian’s features and his feathers fluffed out. “Oh, shit.” The piglin stood up, already stacking his dishes up to take to the kitchen.

“I’ll go-“ “No, I’ll go. Can you call me if they return before I find them?” “Yea.” He rushed the dishes into the kitchen, setting them in the sink with a promise to be back to wash them, and rushed out the door after the younger. Techno shook his head and took his own dishes into the kitchen, starting a sink of soapy water.

~ ~ ~

It did not take Tommy long at all to find the giant. There were very limited places he could have been anyway, but the giant cave was a dead giveaway. Sure enough, the brunette was laying on his stomach, eyes glazed over and looking at the wall when the teen entered the cave.

There was moss on the floor, likely put there by Wilbur to make the ground a little more comfortable to lay on, and small lights placed around the walls. He wasn’t sure if they were electric or fire based, but they were too high up for him to find out either way. So instead, he focused on the reason that he had come.

“Wilbur!” The giant startled, head whipping around before his eyes quickly settled on him. He grinned at the shocked expression. “Tommy?” It was whispered, being considerate of his size, and his grin only grew larger. “Hey, big man.” “What are you doing? Uh, not that I don’t appreciate the company, but..” Tommy shrugged. “I mean, hanging out with you at your human size is cool and all, but that’s not really.. ‘you’, y’know? Besides, you promised me guitar lessons today and you can’t very well do that at this height.” Wilbur gave a soft frown. “Right, I forgot about that. Sorry, Toms. I just didn’t want to go without shifting for too long and have to stay giant for a couple days.” “So it’ll just be a couple hours then? That’s what Techno had said.” The giant gave a subtle nod.

“So maybe we can still do this guitar lesson after all.” “Maybe.” He agreed. A somewhat awkward silence filled the space between them, and Tommy just had to break it. “Well now what?” “Hm?” “I’m not gonna just leave. What do we do now?” Wilbur’s eyes lit up with an idea, but it just as quickly vanished under a wave of anxiety. Still, he got the question out.

“Can I..?” He hesitated, hands twitching where he had them crossed. Tommy didn’t miss the small movement. “What? Pick me up?” The teen had a feeling it was gonna be brought up. It would give him something to do, anyway. Though it was still kind of nerve wracking, he knew if he changed his mind Wilbur would listen. “Well, I figured maybe first we could get you accustomed to me just.. touching you, at this size.” He nodded, trying not to tense as the giant fingers slowly came to him. Right as they were close enough to cup him in his hand, Wilbur spoke again.

“It’s okay to be scared. A lot of people are.” “Was Phil?” Wilbur nodded. “Especially with his wings. He’s not the only one, though. I worry a lot about his wings, I don’t want to risk accidentally hurting them.” “Well big man, I have great news for you. I don’t have wings.” And with that, he forced himself to drop into Wilbur’s hands, startling the poor brunette.

It was warm, and Tommy caught on to how quickly his fingers curled to keep him from falling. He pushed himself up so he was sitting up, laughing at the shell-shocked look the giant still held. With a blink, it was gone. “You’re too reckless for your own good.” “No such thing. My middle name’s danger.” He proudly stated, puffing out his chest. His brother raised an eyebrow at the statement.

“Is it really?” “Tommy Danger Kraken Innit.” “Minecraft?” Wilbur added softly. Right, he’d forgotten they were still in the fostering period. Phil had already essentially adopted him, but he wasn’t used to using any last names because of how often he bounced from house to house. It surprisingly lifted a weight from his chest and shoulders to confirm it. “Yea. Tommy Danger Kraken Innit Minecraft.”

Wilbur grinned at the confirmation, unable to stop himself from pulling the younger forward and pressing his nose against him in a makeshift hug. Tommy startled at first, but quickly caught on to what it was and returned the hug as best as he could.

For a moment, there was peaceful silence as they did their makeshift hug. “Boys!” A loud voice rang out from the lip of the cave, startling both of them out of their peace. Both Tommy and Wilbur flinched, and for a moment the jostling made the blonde lose all sense of direction. Gathering his bearings was even harder, he didn’t know what happened but whatever Wilbur had done to him, it was wet and dark. Blinking rapidly, his eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness around him, and as he finally came to his senses his veins began to fill with ice.

Surely not. Surely the sounds around him were not his brother’s breathing, surely he wasn’t currently laying in his mouth. Surely not.

Surely he wouldn’t have waited this long to trick him… right?

Scrambling to his hands and knees, he tried to figure out where exactly he was, so he could find his way back to the front, because surely this is a mistake, this wasn’t intentional, any second now Wilbur’s gonna realize and-

His hand met an abrupt drop, and with how slick his arm had gotten, the rest it followed. He didn’t even get a chance to yelp in surprise before he was suddenly grabbed and yanked down by what he hadn’t realized was his brother’s throat.

After that, there was no denying where he was. Not as the muscles around him rhythmically pushed him further down, not as he felt more than heard a loud thumping come beside him as he descended, and especially not when he was abruptly shoved into a small chamber, just as dark and wet and warm as the mouth he’d been in prior.

If not worse because of acids, he was surprised as the bitter thought crossed his mind, amazed his mind could even be making quips like that in the face of- He launched himself upwards, almost slipping again but finding a wall to brace on. And then he started punching it with all he had. “Wilbur!!” Maybe this was still a mistake, maybe Wilbur just didn’t realize he was in here? But as he kept pounding on the fleshy walls around him, his heart sank with the dreaded realization. He recieved no answer.

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It only took a second for Phil to realize what had happened, with how quickly Wilbur’s pupils had dilated and how hunched over he had become after his initial jump. He could tell the brunette’s breathing had picked up significantly, and he realized that he’d caused it. Hesitantly, he stepped forward, immediately catching Wilbur’s eye, even if his attention wasn’t on the avian.

“I didn’t mean… Techno told me you’d never told him, I just-“

The giant whimpered, arms tightening around his middle. Words were failing him, especially as he felt another hit against his pouch. Why hadn’t they told him before? He had to let him out, the youngling was scared. Everyone was scared.

No, not safe. Danger, not safe. Another sob escaped him, unable to break out of his instinctual mind.

That small, heartbreaking sound was all Phil needed to hear. Wilbur wouldn’t be able to let Tommy out, he was too far gone. Stepping closer, he tried to form a plan. He had to find a way to get through to them both, but how..?

Instincts. That’s it.

Wilbur believed there was danger around. That had to be why he couldn’t let Tommy out despite how much he knew the brunette would. If he let Wilbur store him as well, then he could talk to Tommy, and at the same time make Wilbur feel better as none of his ‘pack’ would be out where the nonexistent danger was.

Mind set, he pulled his wings as close to his back as he could and stepped up to his largest son. “Wilbur.” He called out, catching the other’s attention immediately. Only one arm uncurled from his abdomen to reach for him, and he forced himself to stay steady as the fingers curled around him. Just as quickly, he was dropped into the maw of his son, and closed his eyes to try and stifle the nerves. He’d done this many times before, but this situation alone had him on edge. Wilbur could sense it, he thought, because he was barely licked before he was pushed back and swallowed.

It did not take long to find the younger once he’d slipped into the pouch, despite the darkness. He was curled up against the wall, knees to chest and trying to stifle his sobs. “Oh, Tommy..” Phil spoke softly, clambering towards him to pull him into a hug. The blonde flinched away at first, but quickly turned and returned the embrace, his cries growing louder. “Why? Why would he-“ “Hey, Tommy it’s okay. I know this looks really bad, but I promise we’re gonna be okay.” It was just like his foster father, trying to comfort him in the face of doom. He’d appreciate it a little more compared to the fosters he’d had in the past if.. y’know, he wasn’t starting death in the face.

“No we’re not.” His grip only tightened on the other’s shirt, trying to be mindful of where his wings were. Phil didn’t seem to care, just gently rubbing his back. “Giants have different biology to us, Tom. This is normal for them.” “I don’t want to die.” His voice cracked. “We’re not. We’re not in his actual stomach. It’s a pouch.”

A.. what?

He must have said it aloud, because he felt Phil nod in their hug. “It’s like a storage pouch. Or a brooding pouch. It’s something inside of him that’s specifically made to hold things, or people in our case. We’re okay, he’s not gonna hurt us.” Something flared inside the younger, and he scowled, pulling away to glare at the other. “But why won’t he say something? Or tell us that we’re okay? Why won’t he let us out?” Phil patted his shoulder, sadness evident in his movements and voice.

“He.. can’t, Tommy. It’s part of his instincts, he’s too far in them right now.” “What kind of instincts are these?” He mumbled tearfully into his soaked knees. “To just eat people you care about-“ “I know it’s strange, and.. really difficult to learn about. Trust me, it wasn’t easy for me or Techno either.” He shook his head. “We should have told you before. I’m sorry that we didn’t make sure you knew.”

The organ around them shuddered, and it was only then that Tommy started to hear what was happening around them.

Crying. Wilbur was crying. Not full blown sobs like Tommy had been, but there was no other explanation to his shaky breaths, or the small whimpers still leaving his mouth. “… Is.. that-“ “He really didn’t want to scare you, Tom.” Phil sighed. “That was the last thing he ever wanted to do.” The blonde nodded, taking in the information.

So his brother had instincts that caused him to.. to eat his loved ones. Not out of malice, but as like a caring thing. There were other animals that did that, like a.. a kangaroo.

Yea, Wilbur was just kinda like a kangaroo, except his holding pouch was inside. And he had to.. eat people to get them there.

Wilbur didn’t want to scare him, let alone hurt him. And because of Wilbur’s fear of doing so, he was now trapped in an instinctual loop that claimed it wasn’t safe for them to be released.. right?

Tommy repeated his thought process to Phil, who agreed completely, despite his laugh at the kangaroo analogy. “So.. we’re gonna be here a while.” “Until he calms down, yea. Dunno how long that’ll take but I imagine since we’re calm, it’ll help him calm down a little faster.”

“Can we help him?” Before getting an answer, he pressed a hand against the closest wall to him. “Wilbur?�� He shouted, but with no response. “He’s still pretty deep in his instincts.” Phil frowned. “I should have been more mindful when I came to find you guys, but I was worried he’d do this to you without explaining it.” Tommy sighed. “We were talking when you came in. This hadn’t even come up, but I also just didn’t think this would happen, y’know?” “Yea.” Phil replied. “I’d thought you’d already known about this. Techno told me after you had left that you didn’t.”

“Yea.” Tommy felt guilt weighing down his heart. Yea, it was a scary circumstance, but he should have had more faith in his brother. He should have known after all this time Wilbur wasn’t going to hurt him. If he wanted to just hurt him, why would he have even gone through the trouble to save him from the river, or try to get him adopted into a family that actually cared for him?

He sighed, not wanting to dwell on it lest he begin crying again. That probably wouldn’t help his brother come down from instincts if he thought someone was hurt. Instead, he turned to his father to find a new source of entertainment.

“What do you even do in here? It’s boring.” Phil snorted. “What do you expect, a tv?” With a pout, Tommy crossed his arms against his chest. “Next time I’ll bring a handheld, like a switch.” “You’ll have to find a way to keep it waterproof, I’m not spending like four hundred dollars for you to ruin it.” “What else is there to do then? Its boring!” This time, Phil chuckled. “Usually Wilbur’s not in an instinctual haze when he stores us. We usually talk, or he’ll play music for whoever he’s got. Other than that, you can sleep.” “Boring. Can’t we talk about something?” “What do you want to talk about?” “Something. Anything. As long is it doesn’t bore me.”

Tommy could tell that his dad was shaking his head at him, but the silence was broken fairly quickly. “Well, there was one time that we went camping..” It wasn’t much, but it was something for Tommy to focus on other than the sounds around them. He put his full attention into the stories his dad started telling.

He wasn’t even sure how much time had passed before their surroundings jolted, knocking both of them over. A yelp escaped the younger, scrambling back upright. “What’s-“ “He’s moving. He might be heading home before he lets us out.” Now that Tommy was paying attention, he could tell that the pouch they were in was swaying. “It’s not a long walk home.” Phil spoke, having balanced himself as well.

“Wilbur?” Tommy yelled out, but still didn’t get a response. “Wil-“ “I don’t know if he’s.. willing to talk right now. He might need some time.” “I… okay.” It didn’t sit right with the blonde, but he let it be.

The rest of the walk back was silent, the only sounds being the organs around them functioning. Tommy was happy to note that the loud heartbeat around them had slowed to a better pace than before, almost lulling to listen to. He didn’t get long to ponder that before their surroundings jumped, and suddenly he found himself being squished tightly by the walls around him.

He squirmed, uncertainty filling him at the sudden change of pace, becoming disoriented at the movement around him. Just as quickly, everything stopped, and he was met with cool air as he was dropped onto a large hand. Before he could even get his bearings from that, he was set on the ground.

Just as quickly, Phil followed, and just as Tommy had pulled himself together and turned to face his brother, he had shrunk down to his human size. Wilbur wouldn’t meet his eyes, quickly rushing up the porch and into the house before them. He almost toppled over Techno in his rush to get to his room and slam his door shut. The questioning look on the pinkette’s face lasted only as long as it took for him to see how soaked the other two were. “I’ll.. go get towels.” He said with a slight grimace, turning towards the hall.

“Is he gonna be okay?” Phil sighed, giving the younger a pat on the shoulder to try and reassure him. “I don’t know. He will be, eventually, but I don’t know how long he’ll hide from us until he’s ready to talk about what happened.”

Techno returned, holding two towels which the blondes gratefully took. “We’re gonna need a shower.” Tommy wrinkled his nose, and Phil laughed. “I know. You go on up, I’m gonna fill Techno in on what happened.”

Tommy sped up the stairs, happy to get out of the slimy clothes he was still in, and Techno watched him for a moment before turning back to the other. “How did he take it?” Phil cringed. “I caused it. They were fine, but I scared them when I went to their cave and Wilbur dropped Tommy in his mouth.” The piglin sighed. “I don’t think Wilbur would have done it without explaining it first.” “Me either.” The avian found the floor more interesting than the conversation at hand, head dipped down. “He was pretty freaked out, and it trapped Wilbur in his instincts so he couldn’t let him out.” Techno hummed, mulling over the information given to him.

“Do you think Wilbur’s gonna come out?” “I don’t know.” But Phil was shaking his head. “I'm going to tell him Tommy doesn’t hold it against him, but I don’t know how long he’s gonna hole up in his room.” The piglin thought for a moment before giving a response.

“Tommy might be able to bring him out.” “I don’t know about that, Techno. It’s too soon.” “Maybe for you, but we don’t know about Tommy. I think he would have run if he didn’t trust us. He wouldn’t have come back with you guys.” “I.. guess that’s true. But maybe he’s just waiting so he can get a hold of Puffy.” Phil shrugged, a frown marring his face. “I’ll feel awful if this makes him leave, but I understand. We should have made sure he knew.”

Techno also had a frown on his face. Despite how much more he’d interacted with Wilbur, he’d grown to like the little spitfire being around. He’d miss him if he decided to leave. “Well, I guess we have to wait and see.” “Yea..” The avian sighed, then grimaced as his wings flicked behind him, reminding him of the slime coating him. “I’m gonna go take a shower.” And then he left, leaving Techno to his thoughts.

The pinkette went to the kitchen, picking up a kettle and filling it with water before setting it on the stove. He’d try to talk to Tommy, but first, some tea might help settle everyone’s nerves.

~ ~ ~

After his shower, Tommy didn’t go to his room. Maybe he should have, to try and think about what all just happened, but he just couldn’t do it. Not if his brother was holing up in his room, afraid he’d ruined their relationship because of a miscommunication. Granted, a terrifying miscommunication, but neither of them were at fault.

He knocked on the door, not surprised to not get an answer. Instead, he opened the door, softer than he’d ever done before. Wilbur was curled up on his bed, completely cocooned in blankets. Tommy couldn’t tell if he was facing the wall or to his desk. The door closed with a near inaudible click.

“Wilbur?” The form on the bed jumped slightly, but gave no response. “Wilbur.” That was the only thing Tommy needed to see to steel his resolve, walking over to the bed and sitting on it beside the other. He wasn’t leaving until his brother felt better.

“Willlll.” He drew out the name, pouting when he still received no answer. Well, this calls for drastic measures. He flopped back on top of the other, feeling the weight jump and shift under him as he tried to gently push the other up. “You’re not getting rid of me that easy.” He quipped. “Not until you come out from the blankets and talk to me.”

“Mm-mm.” “Wilbur.” He turned so that he could face the other’s blanketed head. “I’m not gonna just let you mope about. Come out and talk to me.” A minute went by with no response, and he sighed, before an idea struck him. Maybe if they got the hard part out of the way while he was covered, it would be easier to get back to normal.

“Y’know, that whole thing was scary.” He admitted, out in the open. “I.. uh, really thought you were trying to kill me. I had no idea about the whole pouch thing. But Phil told me a little bit about it, and now I know, somewhat. You’re like a kangaroo, but your pouch is inside your body. It’s still fucking weird, but that’s cause I’m not a giant like you are.”

He heard the covers shift, and turned to find a brown eye looking at him anxiously. He only turned away slightly to give the other more time to come out on his own and continued. “I know now you didn’t mean to scare me. Hell, I don’t think you even meant to do it to begin with. Can’t really hold that against you, especially not with you already beating yourself up about it.”

The blanket came down only slightly, enough that the brunette’s curls were on display. “I’m not-“ it was quiet, but the fact that he was speaking at all was progress. The blonde was quick to cut him off, though.

“Yes you are. You’re moping in your room alone. You haven’t spoken to anyone since we got back. You’re not even playing your guitar or doing anything to distract yourself! You’re just laying here, moping because you think you scared me off. Which you didn’t, cause I’m here now, aren’t I?” “I.. yea. You are.” Wilbur agreed, sounding more calm than before.

“Yea. And I don’t plan on going anywhere, big man. So why don’t you come out and we can talk about whatever that pouch thing is?” The brunette hesitated, but then he nodded, and Tommy scooted over to let him sit up, the blanket falling down past his shoulders. Tommy gave him a smile, and Wilbur returned it, although shakily.

“So…” the teen decided that he’d lead the conversation. “From what I’ve gathered, it’s like a kangaroo pouch, like where they keep their babies, but your pouch is in you instead. Is that what it is?” Wilbur opened his mouth, but then hesitated, closing it as a thoughtful look came to his face. Finally, he responded. “It.. kind of is, but it didn’t start out that way. It’s more like a storage place for winter, that way we can keep extra food close for when it gets scarce. But then it evolved so that we could protect younger giants from threats, since they’re not prepared to handle the world at that age, and- well, since you and Phil and Techno aren’t giants like I am, but you’re still my family, my instincts just kinda.. adopted everyone. But it’s completely safe, I would never put any of you all in danger.” “I know.” Tommy spoke up immediately. “If you were going to, you wouldn’t have saved me the first time we met. You wouldn’t have begged for me to be fostered by your family.” He looked down. “I’m sorry I didn't trust you more.”

“No, Tommy, you have nothing to be sorry for. If anything, I’m the only one who should be apologizing. I’m really sorry, you shouldn’t have had to deal with any of that. We should have made sure you knew about this when you came to us. I should have told you when we met the second time.” Hesitantly, the brunette reached out. A silent question. Just as silently, Tommy reached over and wrapped the other in a hug.

They remained there for a good moment or two, Wilbur’s hands shaky as they clung to his shirt.

“Thank you, for giving me another chance.” Wilbur spoke into his hair. “You gave me one, didn’t you? Just returning the favor.”

When Phil went to check on Tommy, and didn’t find him in his room, he tried not to panic. He and Techno began checking around the house, and Phil hesitated at Wilbur’s doorknob. He didn’t want to have to tell the distressed man that Tommy had vanished. Carefully opening the door, all of the residual fear left Phil’s body, flooding him with relief instead. He quietly closed the door behind him, leaving the both of them curled up on the brunette’s bed.

That alone was enough for him to know they’d all be okay. All that was left to do was wait for Techno to tell him he told him so.

#mcyt g/t #mcyt vore #seesaw fic

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The Little Prince - Jotaro x Reader

♡ does this count as a late valentine's fic?? either way, enjoy this lil childhood friends to future lovers fic ^^ ♡

word count: 4.6k+

For a child, the concept of traveling to other places was a fascinating idea to ponder over—the excitement of experiencing new places to discover, cuisine to be tasted, activities to be played with, and the people to familiarize, more so those that were unfamiliar to a young child.

Though you did exhibit this almost naïve, imaginative mindset most children had, the topmost priority is not to seek the thrill of the entertaining and unknown, but to seek a replacement haven where you could flee momentarily in an attempt to move on and forget.

Fortunately, your uncle was an interesting individual who knew a lot of connections, inside the country and out, and knew how to use those bonds to his advantage.

And so, as an opportunity dangling in front of you to catch, he decided to take you under his wing, adopt you, and arrange a life in the neighboring country of Japan, where nothing reminded you of back then and a whole ensemble of crowds was available for you to meet and garner new memories with instead.

Hence, here you were—sitting on a colorful rubber bench watching him engage with the head teacher of a kindergarten, discussing your case as a foreigner and taking it easy when it came to language. You were still in the middle of learning Japanese, and even though you got decent at speaking it, writing was another thing you still had to work with.

“Y/N?” You perked at the mention of your name, turning to the teacher with alert eyes. “Your uncle and I still need to talk about a lot of things about your stay here. So, why don’t you play with the other kids on the playground while you wait?”

Another female teacher stood by you waiting when you turned to your uncle for permission. He gave one thumbs-up and you beamed, taking the lady’s hand to lead you to the kindergarten’s play area.

The place was as you could imagine it to be as a children’s ground for socialization and fun. The hallway was bright, its walls covered with papers of crayon-drawn stick figures and basic shapes, toys and books lining the shelves ready to be borrowed, and of course, all the other children running around, cheerful and loud as one was their age.

The lady brought you out back leading to a playground littered with kids having a great time. You watched 4 friends take turns on the swings, a pair giggling as they went up and down on the seesaw, another building sandcastles with miniature figurines, and the rest laughing as they engross themselves in a game of tag.

“You go have fun now, okay?” You turned to the adult with a nod and smile, despite being a bit nervous around new people. “Don’t worry. I’ll be here watching all of you.” She gently ushered you forward and with a deep breath, you walked.

Walking caused attention, and attention led to interest. The less busy children were the first to notice and with a polite yet friendly upfront, you were at the first step to bonding with them. All went better than you had expected. You found yourself constructing a tower of sand, followed by having a turn at the swing set, then at the seesaw. You ended up being at the forefront of your peer’s attention, often being the favorite, and though you didn’t revel in it, you appreciated it.

You liked this fun you got to experience, and it was fun for the first week of your time there, but something was missing. Perhaps you wanted something more than just hands-on playtime and more personal interaction. A get-along one would say.

Soon after, your new buddies decided to play hide-and-seek. Most of them were easy to find. The others… not so much. You found them behind trees, around the corner, by the slope, and so on.

But then you saw something peek out from behind one of the bushes. A tuft of black hair.

The second you saw it, it ducked beneath the leaves, startled. You figured it was probably one of your friends who’s yet to be uncovered. Without thought, you crept towards the bush and hopped forward with a playful roar.

But this kid was different.

You didn’t see him among your peers back at the playground. In fact, you haven’t seen him among the kids when you first stepped foot here. Immediately, your loud playful act settled down into a calmer and more cautious demeanor at the sight of the startled boy with his hands covering his face, particularly his eyes, and his bundled-up knees.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you,” you started with a quiet tone.

“W-What do you want?” He said, refusing to look at you still though there was some bite to his words that was supposed to be some sort of threat. “You’re going to make fun of me again?”

“Make fun?” You tilted your head in confusion. “Making fun of someone is mean. I just wanna hang out a bit.”

He said nothing as he angled himself a bit to look at you, the fingers covering his upper face parting slightly to get a glimpse of you. “Hmm… you’re new.” He shook his head and puffed his cheeks, sharply facing away from you. “Still… I can’t tell if this is a prank or not…”

“I don’t do pranks. I think they’re bad.” You crouched and slowly inched towards the kid, pausing from time to time just in case he grew too anxious.

“But you seem to like doing what they’re doing…”

“Playing is different from pranking.” You stopped a few meters from him, shuffling your legs until they were comfortable in a crossed position. “I swear no one told me about anyone.”

The boy continued to look at you with skepticism, his arms refusing to drop away from his face. “… Swear?”

You placed a palm over your chest with a solid nod. “Swear!”

There was a brief air of silence hanging between you two with the kid in front of you still thinking about what to do with a sudden stranger like you invading his personal bubble. Though, after what felt like minutes, he was the first to speak. “Okay… I guess I’ll trust you.”

Those three words lifted the weights off your shoulders and you broke into a wide smile. Brewing with excitement, you extended a hand to him and said, “I’m Y/N! What’s your name?”

He withdrew one hand away from his eyes to shake yours with lingering hesitance. “… Jotaro.”

“Yay! Now that we know each other’s names, let’s ask questions and get to know each other more!” You clapped your hands only to fall short at the sight of the boy’s withdrawn position. A spark in you died down at the idea that you perhaps scared him. “Oh, I mean… no rush.”

You pressed your lips together, puffing your flushed cheeks as you got up onto your knees preparing to stand. “If you want… we can talk some other time and I’ll go back--“

“No wait!” The words in your throat stopped short at the sudden interruption. From where Jotaro was on his spot with his head averted away from you, his fingers fidgeted with each other. “I… I like to talk to you… don’t go….”

With your joy coming back full-blast, you returned to your place and initiated what was the start of a blooming friendship. The first step was – of course – the interchanging question and answer about something that wouldn’t end up flat and short. You don’t know what but it was better than nothing.

That activity occupied the whole duration of your 1st day in kindergarten and you couldn’t wait to resume that the following day.

On that day, you politely excused yourself to the other children and practically skipped to the bush where your raven-haired friend sat waiting. You still startled him with your sudden appearance, but this time, he welcomed you in as you sat on the spot before him.

And that routine continued for a few more weeks during your first days in kindergarten. What started as a child’s introduction to her new unusual playmate turned into a casual friendship filled with moments of endless sharing of each other’s favorite cartoons and snacks, and the occasional mini-games you offered to play with him.

You grew more attached to Jotaro and he to you indicated by his focused attentiveness to your babbling and willingness to play with you with embarrassed pink cheeks and shy smiles.

Though if there was one thing you’d like to work on, it was letting Jotaro lower his hands off from his face or make him face you without turning his head away, but at the same time, it was wrong for you to force someone to do something they’re uncomfortable with.

However, one day, both of you were laughing at a memory you had of that one scene in your favorite show, and in the middle of your tearful giggling, you caught sight of Jotaro laughing with his hands lowered.

And when he stopped to catch his breath, his eyes opened for a second to reveal beaming bright blue irises staring at you. As a response, you gaped and let out a whispered “woah”.

They’re… Jotaro gasped at the realization, immediately jerking his head away with both of his hands shielding his eyes yet again. “You didn’t see that! Please forget what you saw.”

“They’re pretty.” The two words that left your mouth were the first thoughts that ran through your mind and letting them out for the boy to hear, made him look back at you with a sideways glance. “Your eyes are really pretty!”

The sudden compliment caught Jotaro off-guard when he continued to stare at you with furrowed brows and juxtaposing pink cheeks. “You… think they’re… nice?”

You nodded without a second to spare.

Jotaro, with that hint of skepticism, lowered his hands slowly to expose his colored eyes to you. “You don’t think they’re… weird or alien-like?”

“Why would I think that? If anything, they remind me of a beautiful gem! Or…” You hummed. “Or… what was it…” Jotaro tilted his head at the same time you snapped your fingers. “Ocean! Tiny pools of ocean held in a boy such as yourself!”

It was such an odd thought of why he thought you would be weirded out with an eye color that wasn’t brown… on why he stared at you with disbelief because you said otherwise. Then again, you kept silent about this but when you first met him, tiny purplish-blue bruises littered his arms and legs, and a band-aid stuck to his cheek.

You pressed your lips together with muted anger. Stupid bullies.

“You’re the first person to say nice things about my eyes…,” Jotaro mumbled with his focus placed on the grass.

“Really?” You reached into the pocket of your skirt.

“Mm.” He nodded. “Uhm… thank you for not making fun of me.” You beamed and reached to hold his hand with both of yours, catching him off guard.

“You don’t have to thank me,” You huffed and nudged your head to his closed fist. “You can do that by simply accepting my peace offering and being my friend!”

Jotaro tilted his head in confusion before bringing his hand close and opening it to reveal a small seashell with hues of pastel purple and orange that often reminded you of sunsets by the beach. His eyes widened in awe. “You’re giving this to me?”

“Mhm!” For the first time, you fiddled with your fingers, nervous. “Do you like it?”

“I like seashells so,” he smiled at you and nodded. “I love it.”

Just like that, the two of you grew to be best friends and for a moment, he made you the happiest kid in the whole world without the need to do anything big or fancy. Your friendship grew exponentially then, being granted more access to him beyond his quiet and shy guard.

Jotaro was an explorative kid. Even if it doesn’t seem like it considering he favored staying put behind some leaves in a small kindergarten, you picked up on how he had his moments where you brought up something he liked and he’d end up talking about it for minutes with this passionate gleam in his eyes.

He liked the idea and mechanics of planes and boats, Western movies that depict cool men as bold gunslingers or clever detectives that would always find a way to catch the hidden bad guy, comics where he’d indulge in the dynamic fighting panels, and the fishes and animals he’d see in aquariums and the open sea.

Not a single of those instances of him sharing those bits of himself was left unattended to your observant ears. You admired his enthusiasm in talking about the things he loves, how he would sport a smile with every topic of his, and you genuinely wanted to know more about his interests and just him in general.

And in some silly side of you, you hoped he was just as curious about you as you were about him.

However, unintentionally, you preoccupied the majority of your time with Jotaro that the other children who wanted to play with you during the 1st week of kindergarten started noticing your favoritism to the boy--

“Hey, why aren’t you playing with us anymore? You always liked playing with us.”

“Oh, I just like hanging out with my friend is all.”

“Ugh, are you talking about that kid with the alien eyes? Why are you talking to him anyways? He’s weird and quiet and mean.”

It took all the restraint you had in your little body to hold yourself back from yelling at them out of sheer anger and frustration on why they would think he was “different” from them. For a second, you considered tolerating a long lecture from the head teacher and your uncle for hitting a fellow child.

But could you blame yourself? Jotaro was bullied for simply existing behind the watchful eyes of the teachers, while these children got away with nothing.

Upon knowing your sudden defensive behavior around “the odd child”, gossip spread around the children and it led to petty jealousy and further aggression directed at their problem.

You’d later found out that in the following week, Jotaro had to stop going to kindergarten in the meantime because of increased sustained bruising dealt by envious, xenophobic-minded bullies.

This resulted in you completely shutting yourself off from the rest of the kids for good.

Out of simply missing your best friend, you pleaded with your uncle to do something that would give you some sort of way to contact Jotaro outside of playgrounds. With enough persuasion, he managed to get ahold of your friend’s home number from the teachers and got into contact with his mother.

What happened next led you to visit his house at 1 PM with a backpack filled with stuff that can help cheer him up—toys, snacks, and some of your favorite books that he might like.

With one ring of the doorbell, the sliding door opened to a blonde woman with the disposition of sunshine on a cloudless day greeting both of you with open arms. “Oh hello sweetheart! You must be Jotaro’s friend~”

You bowed and nodded. “I’m sorry your kid had to go through all that nonsense,” your uncle sighed. “We figured that maybe he wants the company of his playmate without others bothering.”

“I’m glad you asked for our number L/N-san.” She offered a hand for him to shake. “I’m Holly by the way.”

“Nice to meet you.” Your uncle patted your shoulder. “I’ll be coming back by 5 or 6. You kids have fun in there alright?” With one more nod from you, he smiled and waved goodbye as he got up and walked off to the gate.

You turned to Holly waiting for further instructions and she smiled in return. “Come in dear,” she gently ushered you inside and led you down the hallways until you reached another door. “He’s just reading in his room. I’ll bring you two some snacks in a bit, okay?”

You beamed and nodded, prompting the adult to giggle at your eagerness. She rapped her knuckles on the screen and said, “Jotaro, your friend came to visit sweetie.” She gestured for you to open the door and you did, allowing your entry to his room.

He gasped in surprise, immediately closing the book he had and hiding it under his futon in a hurry. However, that wasn’t what caught your attention first. The fresh purple bruises that painted sections of his arms and legs, band-aids on his elbow and knee, and the swollen left eye were.

“Ah! Your arms! Your legs!” You hurried over and got on your knees, inspecting the injuries with worry. “This bad?!”

Jotaro grumbled under his breath, shying away from your intent gaze. “I stopped going to that place for a reason Y/N. Of course, that bad.” He tensed a bit when you refused to look away, consciously covering the purple splotches with a hand out of embarrassment.

You dropped your bag to the side and as fast as you could, opened it and rummaged around to pull out a soda can that was still cool to the touch. “This is still cold. I think it still works if you do this.”

“What do you—” He yelped as you quickly pressed the cooled beverage against his bruised eye with a bit more pressure. “Ow! Ow too hard! Too hard!” His hands flailed a bit before one grabbed hold of the can as you let go.

You sucked in a breath and bowed your head more times than usual. “Ah, I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”

The boy stared at you with a pout and sighed. “It’s fine.” He adjusted the drink over his eye and offered a small smile in appreciation. “Thanks for the free drink.”

“I have more if you want! I also brought some biscuits if you like some too!” You said, placing your hand inside the bag, to which he waved off in polite refusal.

“I’m not hungry right now.”

Since you were told he was reading, you wanted to offer your books to him so you could read together, but you remembered he still had that book he hid under his bed. “What were you reading?”

“I-It’s nothing,” Jotaro mumbled with pink cheeks.

“It’s not nothing because I saw you reading something,” you said as you pulled out a couple of cartoon-drawn books from your bag. “We can share if you wanna.”

It wasn’t that you were forcing him to do anything. In all honesty, you were fine if he continued to reject your offer. After all, there was still the option of talking, playing with the toys he and you had, or even listening to music he had in his collection, but at the same time, you also liked to read with a friend.

“There you are again.” Your eyes widened paired with a “hm?” in acknowledgment of Jotaro’s sudden remarks. “You’re making those puppy eyes again.”

“Am I?” You tilted your head. “I’m not doing anything though.”

“Still!” He cleared his throat. “Stop staring at me like that… it’s weird.” He turned his attention to the futon and fidgeted with the sheets. A few more seconds in and he said, “If I show you, you’ll stop looking at me like that, right?”

Taking the opportunity, you quickly nodded with an “mhm!”

“Promise me you won’t make fun of me for this.”

“Promise! You know I won’t!”

Jotaro sent you a pointed stare as a warning before he reached beneath the flat mattress and slid the book out. With a reddened averted face and a shy pout, he raised it for you to see. “Here.”

“I love that book!” Jotaro snapped his head to look at you with newfound sparkles in his eyes. “You should’ve told me you read The Little Prince before and we could’ve shared so much more! Look!” You scanned through your small stack of books and slid out your copy of the same story. “I have one too!”

The Little Prince was one of those children’s stories that caught your interest at first read due to how unique and fantastical the plot was. Sure, you’ve enjoyed the more common fairy tales and fables, but this specific book held something special in your heart, and you thanked your aunt for gifting you such a wonderful present.

“That’s… That’s great! I can finally tell someone how much I like this story.” He smiled. “I’m too shy to tell mom about this since she’s the one who gave me this, but I can’t stop reading for some reason.”

“I don’t blame you because everything in this is amazing!” You scooted over to sit beside him and opened his copy of the story. “What’s your favorite part here?”

“I like the part where the Prince kept on traveling around the different asteroids and he met all these weird adults who had boring jobs and nothing else,” Jotaro said, flipping over the pages with the drawings of the aforementioned people.

“Yeah! Every old guy there is such a downer, but I like the Pilot,” you said back. “He grew out of his boring adult phase thanks to the Prince!”

“How about you? What’s your favorite scene?”

You looked at his expectant eyes and you couldn’t help but let out a shy smile as you flipped the pages until it was the one you were looking for. “I liked when the Prince met all these roses in a garden and then he suddenly realizes he misses his Rose from his asteroid.”

“Isn’t that a bit sad though? To miss someone?”

“Missing someone isn’t sad. It’s hopeful!” You beamed. “You realize that you miss someone because that person was someone you loved and cared for so long that they became unique to you among others.”

“And because of that, you’re sure that you never want to forget about them. That you want to return to them to experience all those happy times again like watching sunsets.”

Saying such words sparked something sentimental through you, even more so when you kept a firm gaze at Jotaro as if those words meant something else beyond paper. “You have a point.”

“You know what? I realized something!” You held his shoulder with a big smile on your face. “We’re kinda like the characters!”

His face fumed a faint pink and stuttered. “W-What do you mean?”

“You’re the Rose to my Little Prince!” You smiled wide as you pointed at the drawing of the Prince and his glass-covered Rose sitting atop their asteroid. “You’re prickly sometimes with your words and it can hurt a lot, but deep down, you genuinely like being with the other and want to be with them for as long as possible.”

“As for me, I may meet all these people in life, and yes while they are strange and fun to know at the beginning, I could never forget the one friend I have grown attached to over the time since we’ve met.”

You ended up speaking your heart out more than you had intended and you did so with much passion and meaning that you forgot for a second that you were simply sitting in a bedroom with a new friend you made for just a few months.

You dared to look at the said friend with widened eyes and were met with the boy looking at you with equally wide eyes and pink cheeks.

Your face heated up significantly and squeaked in realization, covering your face out of sheer embarrassment. “Ahh! Oh my god! Oh my god! I kept on talking! I’m sorry if what I said sounded weird!”

“I-It works… the other way too you know…” Your flustered panic came to a pause at Jotaro’s quiet statement. He stared into the ground without the heat leaving his head, eyes hooded and shy. “You’re the Rose to my Little Prince too.”

And it was your turn to blush as he continued. “You can be… a bit much for me to handle but at the same time, you make everything around me so much better by just being yourself. I may not realize it at first but once I do… it hits.”

“And as the Little Prince…” Jotaro held the back of his neck as he struggled to put out his next words. “I may try and forget about you as we do our own things out there, but no matter how hard I’ll try, my head would always go back to you because you’ve… tamed me and…”

He mumbled out his next words, loud enough for you to hear. “I’d miss you too.”

Speechless. You were speechless from the words that left his mouth and every syllable uttered sent little fluttery pangs into your heart, making it beat faster than before. You could tell he felt the same way based on how he had his head ducked in a flustered bow and his little fists balled tight on his lap.

You wouldn’t spare him any more seconds of him drowning in his embarrassment as you threw your arms around him to give him a tight hug. Jotaro let out a sound of surprise, gradually easing himself into your hold and returning your hug with his own.

“Who knew you’d be such a poet?” You giggled against his shoulder, to which he scoffed lightheartedly.

“Speak for yourself.”

You pulled back and gave some space for you and Jotaro to look at each other for a full minute before the both of you broke into a fit of giggles. You were glad you had met this boy that day.

“My my~ Looks like we’ve had some fun in here~”

“Mom!” Jotaro broke from your closeness and you could only laugh at the predicament of Holly opening the door with a tray filled with sandwiches and glasses of apple juice.

“Aw, it’s so nice to see you so happy with someone of your age sweetie.” She cooed, setting down the tray and patting her son’s cheeks with affection shortly after. “It makes me very happy too.” He stared at her with a tiny smile.

“And Y/N?” You turned to her with attentiveness. “Thank you for this dear.” You smiled and nodded in response.

“I like being here with him.” You looked at Jotaro, who still had his head bowed albeit with a growing smile on his face. “No need to thank me, ma’am.”

✧ ༺ ༺♛ ༻ ༻✧

“Sorry, I’m late. The paperwork came in heavier than expected.” Your uncle said with a nervous chuckle and a scratch on his nape.

“It’s not a problem at all.” Holly gestured him inside with the same welcoming aura around her. “Come in. You might want to see this.”

She led him down the same hallways you’ve passed through until she came to a stop before her son’s bedroom. With an index finger to shush him, Holly slowly slid the door open. Your uncle melted at the sight before him and sighed with a soft smile. “Would you look at that? They sure had their fun without us.”

And in the room, aside from the mess of snack wrappers and crayon-drawn papers, were two children sleeping together on top of the futon, their hands interlinked with each other.

Beside them, two copies of The Little Prince lay open for the adults to see. Both books displayed drawings of the Prince and the Rose together.

Two friends.

One unique bond to cherish.

#jotaro x reader #jojos bizarre adventure #jotaro kujo

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orangelemonsstuff · 1 year

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Oh my gosh. I just finished Child!MC & Child!Malleus fic- and- AAAAAAA OMG ITS SO CUTE! UGH MY HEART- THE ENDING?? YOU CANT JUST DO THAT?? MY HEART??? PLEASE. PLEASSSSEEE WRITE A PART TWO WHERE MALMAL AND MC MEET AGAIN- OR SOMETHING BECAUSE IM IN LOVE WITH THIS AU AAAAA

-🌙 anon? is that available?

HEllo :D hehe Im glad you liked the fic :> this was actually inspired on a chapter of Aharen San where she met raidou as a kid and played together yet she has to move out the day Raidou wanted to play with her the next day :(( but since im basing my fic to tht manga chapter ofc they'll meet again and yes emoji anons are all available here!! so heres ya part two!!

Where We Used To Play

Malleus & Reader

Childhood Friends Au

(sequence to this!!)

Tags: Fluff, Implied Childhood Stranger Friend, Can be Platonic or Romantic

Summary: your life kinda sucks at the moment and it felt too overwhelming for you to handle so you decided to take a break outside, maybe a walk or a breather till you come across a familiar playground filled with you nostalgic childhood memories and friends, you reminiscence through a memory you barely remember.

•••

You groan

You arch your back and raise your arms up in the air as your feet walk on the concrete road, today was tiring, yesterday was tiring as well, but finally you get to catch a break for a hour.

walking around is calming you enough, the afternoon air really releases all the stress clumped up in you, walking around is more than enough of a break for you

Walking

and More Walking later

You ought to get tired of course so you try to find a bench you could sit on to rest your legs and even maybe meditate since it's been a while since you've done that

upon turning arriving at a centered road, lies ahead a playground nearby a elementary school. the school you used to go to

you prefer getting hit by a sudden euphoria upon seeing the nostalgic playground than getting hit by the feeling of drowsiness, your face curls up to a smile as you stride into its jagged pebbled ground

oh, your elementary days... how've you missed being a child. no problems, no worries, everyday is just fun! but everyone's gotta grow up right? that's what's all of this nostalgia is for, for the adult version of you to remember

you turn your head around to observe the playground, few kids are playing whether it's on the sandbox where you used to buried your profound toys, the seesaw where you used to fly as much as you can while returning the favor to your friend by coming down, or the swing that had you fast up the air to point of seeing the top branches of trees as the rusty metal chain creak with every swing of the seat.

there are lots of other playthings here as well you don't remember seeing before, such as monkey bars, a small climbing wall enough for small kids to climb up to, and oh that curved ladder wasn't there before

how have you missed playing around this place, you are quite jealous since you can't be the children you are as before, it is fun to see younger kids having fun on their own

but as much as there are a lot of playground equipments there are only a few kids playing and trotting around and most of them are in pairs in spaces they are occupying, kinda surprising that they are ignoring the swings, kids from before used to fight each other just to get a turn in it

it is after school for them most had probably went home with their childhood friends or parents like you used to before. and it's not that noisy for you to be bothered either

the children were too occupied playing with themselves they didn't even notice you striding to the swings and sitting down, perhaps you had grown a lot or they just lowered the swings for safety measures but your butt and feet are not that far from each other it feels like you are squatting but this swing is taller to you when you were young till now, it also might have sat on by too many kids that it was forced down low by their weight

though children don't usually weight that much to push down a metal swing right? you remember playing with a older kid before and he is the only kid you struggle to push the swing for because of his inch tall stature

huh? older kid?

you remember your friends are mostly at what grade you are, you don't remember making a friend a few grade more--

oh.

your eyes followed two kids making castles at the sandbox and that's what hit it back like the euphoria from earlier

what was his name again? Mal...Mallyu...Malleus?

yeah, that kid. yeah you remember him. he was that weird mysterious boy who watched you play alone that one afternoon before not even bothering on asking to join you till you asked-- well told him to and just lets you pull him around on different apparatuses of the playground to play with you

Urgh... now that you think about it, he didn't come back the next day after that he probably got weirded out by you and decided he does not want to play with you anymore

your dragon toy and the other thing was still with him too

not only he hated you that time, he also stole your toys because he hated tou. how immature of the side the child you shown, well you were a kid back then of course you'd be immature but still...!!

at least he could've come back to make up with you... you two had so much fun that day you really though he'll come back the next, you brought another pair of shovel and castle bucket too so the dragon could also have a tower

you lean back and lets your head wonder what could've been the actual reason he didn't come back that day, hated you? just wanted your toys? got yelled at and told to never play with you again? or maybe he just forgot about it, maybe you could forgive the forgot reason because you as a child too didn't really thought about it that much either and continue on living without remembering him, not until now at least

you might've leaned back a little too far because your head had hit a soft clothed pole? pretty muscly too... realization slapped the back of your head as you stopped leaning in and turn your head behind you. shit. it's a person.

"uhh sorry didn't see you there"

"..."

your eyes shift back to the playground and turn your head back at the stranger, your eyes focused back to the kids playing on the sandbox again, they were dirty and dusty now but they sure are having fun

feeling you had ignored his presence, the stranger took an initiative to sit on the other swing, and swing back and forth a bit with his foot

"you got a kid here?" you ask as you let your eyes wander the playground to the kids sliding down the curvy slides, to the three children talking at the curved ladder while one of them sits on top

"....no."

"oh i see"

"how about you? are one of them yours?" your eyes scrunched up at his statement do you look that old to be a parent?

"no way, I'm actually a student here" you forgot to mention the "was a student here before" but you're pretty sure he gets it

"you look pretty old to be in a playground let alone be a student." talk for himself what is he doing here too otherwise?

"heh am i?" you chuckle, closing your eyes and letting your ears just feel the noise of the laughter and chatter of the kids around you, maybe even the stranger's reply

"....yes" you burst out a giggle, and started swinging yourself a bit faster than him, that's kind of funny but the stranger seemed genuine with his answer

"Well excuse me sir, some people had just to hold back a grade, some are not born with lots of smart you know" you stated, jokingly of course

"oh." wait, that sounds like he took it seriously is he...? actually being serious right now?

your giggle turned into a laughter and some of the kids around and the stranger too turned to you confused with how you are acting

"that was a joke haha..." you wipe out the laughter tears in your eyes and calming down after a few seconds

"but you know, it might've been better if it's like that, i could be a child and play here forever don't you think?" another thought held you back "maybe even wait for him here forever"

"him?"

"i know you're just a stranger and stuff but i got this friend i made here at this same playground, we had lots of fun and he promised he'd come back tomorrow but the next day, he just didn't" the stranger stayed silent listening to you, you look down and remember the hopeful look at that kid's face, you were sure he'd come back even if he didn't promise to because at least he'd give back your toys

"ah yeah, he took two of my figurine toys too"

"oh really?" The stranger seemed a bit curious now, is he amused by your story? the child you wouldn't take that too kindly

"yeah, he took my favorite dragon figure i got from a penny store and another thing i can't seem to remembe-"

"it was a dice" he interrupted, you look at him with a perplexed expression

"the father of the prince was actually the dragon and the evil dice took over the sand castle" your eyes widened at his words, no way. no fucking way. that just can't be

"oh my goodness is that really you?" the stranger as you call him before knowing, grinned at your baffled face

"I can't seem to push myself alone at this seat, would you kindly do it for me? I'm pretty sure you know yourself how these as you don't need my help to push yourself"

"...Malleus was it? how long has it been?" your puzzled tone turned to a gleeful one as you inch your side to him by force to get closer

"im glad you remembered my name, i thought i would've had to explain who i am again in case you would only remember a few details of that day" you shook your head, of course you remember him you were just thinking about him earlier

"i wouldn't forget you, you were the only kid whom i let off that took my things" you joke elbowing him slightly

"maybe your memory is a bit more jagged. you gave these to me don't you remember?"

"no, I don't remember giving them to you, from what i know is that you promised that you'll come back that's why i let you borrow it"

"really?" you laugh kicking the rocks off the worned out ground as he shuffles his hand through his pocket and you were pretty sure he was about to pull those out so you stopped him

"I wasn't serious Malleus, i was just kidding of course i gave it to you, you are the dragon aren't you?" Malleus smiled and pulled out his hand to clasp it against yours

"although, i have no idea where the prince is now, probably got lost in a ditch somewhere" Malleus frowned in disappointment as you break your hand free from him, guilt washed over you, of course it'll get lost it was lots of years ago, you don't even remember where'd the body parts of those toy figurines you own go most of the time.

you pat his back with sympathy, letting your eyes wander again, you remember the seesaw, this swing and that slide you never get to go to,

"hey, come to think of it you didn't get to go down the slides, when you left i did it alone, it was pretty fun."

"slides? oh that thing over there, Lilia arrived too earlier for us to have use it, i was actually disappointed when we parted our ways that time." you remember who Lilia is, he's that man with the the girly face that took Malleus that time, you wonder how he is now...

but other than that, there's no other people than you, Malleus and few other kids who wouldn't seem to mind if two people used the playground facilities as they are supposed to be used for

"we can if you don't mind."

"huh?"

you pull his hand and went over to the slides you never get to ride that time when he left too early with Lilia. to continue the fun the years he was away and you waiting for him stupidly with a castle bucket

you still hadn't asked him why he didn't return that time but oh well

at least this time you two can enjoy yourselves to the fullest.

a/n: hello :> i know this might seem pretty rushed but i hope you like it, i honestly want to leave the fic an open ending and let the reader decide for themselves for how the ending ends for them. you could still do that and just think of this fic as my own way of how it went after Malleus left :DD

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I Miss When We First Met: Chapter 20

YN Potter falls in love with Draco Malfoy. Along with that, her relationship with her brother, Harry begins to fall apart as she was sorted into Slytherin. Will Harry find out about the relationship between his enemy and his sister?

IMWWFM: Masterlist

It was a random summer evening where you were sitting in your shared room at the Dursleys, reading a book about Astronomy.

You were about to start the next chapter, but before you could flip the page, Harry came barging into your room.

YN, we have to go; pack your bag for school right now." He says this quickly, practically pushing you off the bed and handing you your suitcase.

Harry, what's happening?" You ask, feeling confused as to why Harry's freaking out.

Harry continues to shove clothes and other miscellaneous items in his bag as he says, "I accidentally cast a spell on one of Dursley's friends; I didn't even say anything out loud; it just happened. So we have to go like now."

"What did the Dursleys say? Is the friend okay?" You ask urgently as you pack your bag quickly.

"They got mad but didn't really say anything to me yet; they were more concerned with their friend. So we need to leave before they come up here." He states this as he finishes packing his bag.

"How are you always causing trouble around here, Harry?" You ask in a taunting tone.

He gives you a look before grabbing his bag and your hand, pulling you both out of your shared room and towards the front door.

As you and Harry quietly exit the house, you begin to walk around looking for a place to stay temporarily so you can come up with a plan on what to do.

After a little bit of walking, you and Harry finally end up at a park. The sun has set, and now the both of you are sitting on the swing in silence, neither of you knowing what to really talk about.

"Now what? School doesn't start for a couple of days, and we can't just stay here." You mumble, looking at Harry.

"I'm honestly not sure, YN; I didn't really think this through. I just knew we had to leave; I didn't really have a plan. I'm sorry." He states, looking off in the distance.

You turn your head to look where he's looking before saying, "It's alright, don't worry, we'll figure something out. Besides, it feels good to be out of that house anyway."

After sitting on the swing for a little bit longer, it starts to rain—not a heavy rain, but enough to get the things around you wet and you wet as well.

After the rain slows down, you and Harry grab your things and go sit on the curb.

You and Harry let silence take over the both of you, checking out your surroundings, but it was slightly difficult since it was so dark.

As you're about to ask Harry a question, the street light above the both of you starts to flicker. You hear a noise from behind you and turn around to see the swings beginning to move, the seesaw rocking up and down.

As you turn back around, you're hit with wind, yours and Harry's hair slightly blowing back.

As you turn your head towards the woods, you and Harry hear a rustling noise coming from the bushes.

A creature that almost looks like a wolf comes out of the bushes, its eyes glowing as it stares at you and Harry.

You're about to get up, but Harry beats you to it. He quickly jumps up and takes his wand out of his pocket. As he's about to point his wand at the wolf, he is blown back by a huge gust of wind, practically falling on top of you.

You turn your head and see a tall purple bus coming towards you and Harry.

As the bus comes to a stop in front of you guys, you shove Harry off you, causing him to land on the floor next to you.

There's a man standing on the end of the bus; he looks at you and Harry before speaking: "Welcome to the knight bus, emergency transport for the stranded witch or wizard. My name is Stan Shunpike, and I will be your conductor for this evening."

The conductor gives you and Harry a weird look before asking, "Why are you guys down there?"

"I fell over." Harry answers quickly. "Well, why are you down there?" The conductor raises an eyebrow, looking towards you.

"He fell on top of me." You answer weirdly, looking back towards Harry.

"What did you fall over for?" Stan questions.

"I didn't do it on purpose." Harry grumbles.

He pauses for a moment before stating, Well, come on then! Let's not wait for the grass to grow."

You and Harry quickly get up, looking back towards the bushes to see if the wolf was there, but it was gone. Stan peers his head over to see what you guys are looking at.

"What are you looking at?" Stan whispers.

"Nothing." Both you and Harry quickly said

Well, come on then, get in," Stan says as he ushers you guys into the bus, grabbing your bags before you can bend down to get them yourselves. No, no, I've got this; you guys get in."

As he picks up the bags (or attempts to), he grunts, almost dropping Harry's bag; he practically passed out when he got it up the stairs.

He then sighed and turned towards your bag, struggling just as much with yours.

When he finally loads the bags on, you and Harry have walked towards the back of the bus, passing people sleeping in beds.

"Come on, move on, move on." The conductor yells rather loudly at the both of you.

Stan rushes in front of you guys and prints out a ticket for you and Harry before knocking on the window behind him.

"Take her away, yeah?" Stan says, and before you can question him, a shrunken head that's hanging on the mirror yells; "Yeah, take it away, Ernie! It's going to be a bumpy ride!" The shrunken head practically cackles, which causes an older man to jump awake.

He puts the bus into drive and takes off, everything in the bus flies backwards, including you and Harry, both of you falling backwards into a bed.

You sit up and grab onto the bars above the bed. You look over to Stan and see that he hasn't moved in the slightest. "So what did you say your names were again?" Stan asks.

"We didn't." Harry responds, gripping onto the bars above the bed.

He gives Harry a weird look and says, Well, where about are you headed?"

"The leaky cauldron, that's in London." Harry states quickly.

The conductor turns his head towards the front of the bus and asks, "Do you hear the dude? The leaky cauldron that's in London" He starts laughing, and so does the shrunken head, as it says something you can't understand.

The bus driver continues to drive like a maniac through the street, causing you to worry about people seeing you.

"Muggles?! They don't see nothing." He states it rather smugly.

After that, you decide to pretty much tune everyone out except Harry, trying to make this bus ride slightly more relaxing, which is hard given how bad this bus driver is driving.

Suddenly you hear the shrunken head yell, Ernie, old lady, at 12 o'clock!" You quickly turn your head to the front of the bus, and suddenly you're flung forward into the window, with Harry right beside you.

As soon as the old lady passes, you and Harry get flung right back onto the bed. You look at what Stan is holding and see it's a newspaper that reads: Escape from Azkaban, with a picture of a man.

"Who is that?" You question Stan, Harry nods his head along with your question.

"Who is that? Who is that? That is Sirius Black. Don't tell me you've never heard of Sirius Black." Stan almost scoffs.

He bends down to face you and Harry and says, "He's a murderer; got himself locked up in Azkaban for it."

"Well, how did he escape?" Harry questions.

Well, that's the question, isn't it? He was the first one to have done it." Stan says. He then lowers his voice to a whisper and says, "He was a supporter of... you know who."

Stan and Harry continue conversing while you look out the window, seeing that you guys are heading straight towards two buses.

Before you got the chance to say something, the old man at the front pulled something from the ceiling, causing the bus to shrink.

Your eyes go wide as you are small enough to pass through the buses. You look at Harry, and his face is so long that you almost let out a giggle.

As you turn into an alley, the bus comes to a stop, with Harry smacking into the window and you to fall off the bed, Harry helps you get up, and Stan looks at the both of you before saying, "The leaky cauldron, here we are."

As he's announcing his next stop, a bald man whose name you think is Jim walks onto the bus, helping you and Harry and welcoming you inside the leaky cauldron.

A/N: I'm so sorry, I'm going to a family reunion this week and I won't be able to post, I'll be very busy. I'll get back to posting soon!! <3

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