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↳ Index [Chapter 08 - One Date]

Genre: Fluff, Romance, smol tiny Angst

Warnings: a little bit of pulling away and fears of commitment, fuck they are bonding so much, soulmates much?, Jungkook is so nervous :(

Wordcount: 12.5k

a/n: i’m ugly crying in sOFT

“Girl, why are you dressed like that? Also what the hell are you doing here in the first place?” Hyejin asks you as you strut through the dressing rooms with your mask off and your body wrapped in cute clothes on your free day on top of that.

“I’m going out and need to steal some makeup before leaving because my face looks terrible”, you explain to her.

“Your face is gorgeous. Also. You are going out?” she quirks up her eyebrow, “with whom?”

“Why do you think I’m going out with someone?”

“Honey come on, as if you actually go out alone”, she clicks her tongue.

“Rude?”

She chuckles and stands up from the couch.

“Here take my lipstick, it fits the colour of your eyes”, she says and hands you the red coloured lipstick.

“Thank you Bratty.”

“No worries Lucky”, she says and sits down on the dressing table you are currently using to put the lipstick on, “so who is it? Someone from the club?”

You stay silent, hoping that putting on lipstick would be enough of an excuse for her not to grow suspicious. But of course she does, she is clever like that.

“Oh my god it is!”

“Shush quiet”, you hiss.

“Okay this is exciting. Who could it be…” she drifts off as she thinks.

“It’s nobody. You don’t know him.”

“Is it Mister Grey?”

“Ew no”, you cringe, “hell no, I’m happy whenever that fucker leaves.”

She laughs.

“Fine then it’s not Mister Grey. Mister Black then?”

“Girl I’d rather eat my own toenails”, you say and gag, “I’m still traumatised from what he did last time.”

“Yeah now you know my pain. He has a really weird cock doesn’t he?”

“It’s fucking hideous, dude.”

You both laugh.

“Fine it’s not Mister Black then is it RM?”

“I have no idea who that is, so no.”

“RM is sweet. Businessman with a deep voice and with a body to die for, holy shit girl.”

“Sounds interesting, but no I don’t know him.”

“So it’s not him. Mhhhm who are your regulars…” she drifts off again, scratching her chin.

“I can’t help you, gotta go. Thanks for the lipstick Bratty.”

“Is it Bunny?”

You stop in your tracks.

“Nope”, you press out quickly before storming out of the room.

She follows you.

“Holy shit it is Bunny!” she exclaims.

“Shut up Miss Boss will hear you”, you hiss.

Hyejin grabs your arm and shakes it vigorously.

“Okay please, holy shit, please tell me about him once you had the date. Please girl I’ve watched the guy strut through the hallways and hot damn that ass is to die for.”

“It’s not Bunny”, you murmur, but too late you’ve been exposed.

“Wait”, Hyejin stumbles after you, “is he coming here to pick you up?”

“No of course not, let go of me.”

But Bratty follows you all the way out of the club, grasping your arm the entire time.

You can spot him. He is waiting by the bench, holding flowers. Please don’t let him see you, please don’t let him see you, please don’t let him see you. But you are unlucky, he sees you immediately and stands up.

“Hey!” he calls out.

Your entire body is burning up in embarrassment.

“Okay holy shit”, Hyejin whispers, “that man is Bunny???”

You watch him jog up to you and Hyejin with a bright smile on his lips.

“No he isn’t Bunny, that’s my…cousin”, you lie.

“Sure and you’re my grandma.”

Jungkook stops in front of you.

“Hey”, he says shyly, waving cutely.

“Hello”, you murmur, looking to the side.

“Hello Bunny”, Hyejin says.

Jungkook’s gaze flits over to Hyejin.

“Uh…hey I’m Jungkook though.”

“Don’t worry I’m not going to snitch. I’m Bratty by the way.”

Jungkook’s eyes widen, “ooooh.”

“Now you know my secret too in case I end up snitching, you can snitch me back.”

“Yeah ha”, he laughs nervously.

“You are literally so handsome, hot damn, are you a model or something?”

He scratches his neck, “no? Uhm, no I’m not.”

“Mhm sad, I could imagine you in my magazines as like an underwear model or something”, she says, “or maybe a skincare model because I’d be a shame not to show off that face.”

“Thank you?”

“Mhm”, she lets her eyes run along his body, “you’re welcome.”

“Okay, can you like? Leave?” you say, pushing at her shoulders gently.

Hyejin laughs.

“Alright, alright I am already leaving. You guys go on and have fun. Also”, she steps closer to Jungkook, “if you end up breaking her heart I’ll crush your balls with my teeth, you hear me?”

Jungkook nods vigorously, “yes ma’am.”

“Good boy”, she slaps his cheeks gently and finally steps back, “have fun girl, I’m waiting for updates”, she calls over her shoulder as she hurries back to the club.

You hide your face behind your hand, letting out a long groan. Jungkook sneaks a glance at you, scratching the back of his neck.

“So she is nice.”

“She is way too noisy.”

You make eye contact with him. He smiles shyly.

“Hey”, he says.

“Hey”, you answer him, heart racing like crazy.

“You look so beautiful and pretty”, he says and blushes.

You lower your eyes, “thank you...you look handsome too.”

He giggles, making you look up at him because you greedily wanted to see how his eyes look like when he giggles. They look so pretty that your heart speeds up even more.

“I got you flowers”, he says, presenting them to you.

“I saw”, you accept them, “thank you, they’re really pretty.”

“Yeah? I spent an hour in the flower shop picking out the prettiest ones. I think I really annoyed the flower girl, because I was never happy with the result”, he says and giggles, scratching the side of his neck.

You snort and smile.

“Damn, you’ve always been that cheesy?”

“Ha”, he laughs nervously, looking at his toes.

You look left and right, fumbling with the flowers. They are so pretty and he hand-picked every single flower in this damn bouquet. Oh, everything in your body is screaming at you to throw the bouquet at his head and then run away. He wasn’t supposed to put so much effort into tonight. Why would he do that?

“So are we just going to stand around now?” you ask quietly, fumbling with the pink ribbon which is keeping the flowers together and which he most definitely also picked out himself.

“No, uhm I have something planned.”

“Yeah? What do you have planned?”

“Do you like bowling? It’s okay if you don’t because I have other reservations to offer.”

You snort.

“Yeah, what are they?”

He starts walking and you follow him. Your path takes you through the little alleyways to the main street. Jungkook is keeping his healthy distance, although you are pretty sure that he wants to hold your hand. He is reaching for it a few times before pulling back again in nervousness.

“Chocolate tasting at the K9”, he begins, “then I called an indoor skydiving place, then a karaoke bar in Hongdae or we could eat Udon in a cool rooftop restaurant, then I made a reservation at a cinema and I also made a reservation at a foot massage place but they wanted my credit card information so I don’t know about that.”

You laugh, “you didn’t give it to them did you?”

“Course not and they proceeded to call me something mean in a foreign language.”

“Sounds trustworthy then.”

“Yeah very”, he laughs and sneaks a shy glance at you. He steps just a little bit closer, but doesn’t quite dare to hold your hand.

“I also told my pilot to keep his phone close if you want to go shopping in Tokyo and if you want we can take my boat down the Han river and watch the fireworks”, he smiles shyly, “I also have a fireplace on the boat and the bed’s really cozy if you want to cuddle”, he adds, ending it with a shy giggle and a nervous look down at his feet.

You look at him, feeling your stomach twist in a funny way. Those words are the kind of words you never believed would actually be spoken by a real person.

“Didn’t you overdo it a little?” you ask him, feeling dizzy in panic. Why would he put so much effort into tonight??

His eyes widen.

“Do you not want to do any of these things?” he gasps.

“No but a coffee would have already been enough for me.”

“We can get coffee in all of the places!" he exclaims with big eyes, fumbling with his thumbs nervously.

He is so sweet. It's scary. You have this deep urge. The deep urge to turn around and run away because you are not used to someone putting so much effort in spending time with you. And he is so different from you. He is offering you shopping trips in Tokyo and food tasting in expensive restaurants like it was a normal thing to offer your date. You shouldn’t be in his world, let alone be close to it. Fuck, you are so scared and nervous and so out of your comfort zone. But you promised him one date, you need to keep your promise and then afterwards you can run away. Just stay faithful for the sake of friendliness.

“Let’s start with bowling alright?”

“Oh thank god”, he exhales loudly, “that was my favourite too. I was hoping you’d pick that.”

“Question is, how are we going to get there?”

“With this”, he says and points to a black Mercedes with its windows tinted.

A rich person's car. Of course. You hadn’t expected anything else.

“Is this yours?”

“Yeah, one of them. It’s my favourite.”

You sneak a glance at him.

Of course he has more than one car.

“I don’t get why you people need more than one car. What are you even doing with all of those cars? Jerk off in them? Or on them?”

Jungkook laughs, “sometimes yeah.”

You scoff.

“But there is my driving to the countryside jeep and my business stuff audi, then my going out car, my Porsche which I use for secret missions and my favourite which I use to show off, so I’m not only jerking off in them”, he explains, counting them all on his fingers.

“Damn what a waste of money.”

Jungkook furrows his brows and laughs nervously.

“Uhm…”

You open the door before he can and get inside. Jungkook is left staring as you slam the door closed on him, clearing his throat awkwardly because he actually wanted to open the door for you.

“Well fuck dude”, he murmurs, pinching his own palm. He rounds the car quickly and gets inside.

“Did I offend you?” he asks.

“Mhm?” you look at his worried expression, “oh no you didn’t, I just think it’s a waste of money.”

“I mean…I kinda agree?”

You scoff, “just start the car Bunny.”

“Yeah, uhm yeah sure”, he stutters, pressing a button and the car starts with a deep howl.

Purple lights flicker on inside, lighting up the dashboard and footroom. You let your eyes run over them, meeting Jungkook’s eyes in the end.

“It’s kinda cool isn’t it?”

“Yeah it’s cool”, you say.

“Do you like the sound it makes?” he asks and lets it ref.

You can feel it rumble in your stomach.

“Mhm it sounds cool.”

“Also check this out”, he says and taps a few things on his touchscreen.

Music starts, drowning out the sounds of the car.

“Huh?” he laughs, “that’s cool isn’t it? Surround sound with a subwoofer in the back. I let it be installed when I got the car.”

You roll your eyes before you look back at Jungkook. He is such a rich boy, it’s unbelievable.

“I told you it’s cool, can we just go bowling now?”

He laughs awkwardly, “sure, uh sure. Sorry.”

You don’t talk during the drive. Not because you didn’t want to, but because you felt so scared that your voice stopped working. He is so rich. He is so goddamn rich and you feel so wrong in his car and his world. Should you act cold to him? Maybe that will scare him away and you can stop feeling so scared.

Jungkook feels beyond nervous, sneaking glances at you every so often and staining his steering wheel with his sweaty palms. He regrets not taking a few sips of good luck before picking you up, his nerves are literally killing him. He can barely concentrate on the traffic, lights and street signs are blurry and his head is pounding. Fuck, he is so goddamn nervous that he wants to throw up.

The drive takes you over the highway, on which Jungkook speeds up and the car howls deeply.

“Don’t speed, it’s not attractive”, you tell him when you feel the exhilaration in your stomach.

“Sorry”, he murmurs, slowing down again with a pout.

Fuck he is such an idiot, he can’t do anything right. He hits the steering wheel secretly, grinding his teeth. He is literally ruining this with his stupid, fucking douchebag behaviour.

“Do you, uhm, like the music I chose?” he asks quietly and hopes that he made the right choice with slow pop songs.

You turn to him, keeping your knees turned to the door.

“Yeah sure, it’s a welcome change from the awful house music in the club.”

Jungkook agrees with a shy laugh, “I agree. Now don’t get me wrong, I do like a good house song from time to time, but it’s getting annoying in the long run.”

“Totally”, you agree and look back outside at the passing traffic.

At least the view is nice. Seoul is beautiful when it is just a few hours before sundown, it gets this very pretty pink colour to it.

He feels a little less nervous now. Conversation is going well. This is going better.

“It’s not too loud is it?” he asks.

“No it’s fine.”

“Alright, uhm if it is you can change it here”, he says and shows it to you on the dashboard, “and there you can change songs.”

“Thank you, I'll remember it.”

“So uhm did you have to work today? Are your colleagues still sick?”

“No they’re alright again, which is honestly a relief because my pussy needs a well deserved break.”

He laughs awkwardly.

“That’s good, I hope she can get it over the weekend.”

“Me too.”

“So uhm let’s say she needs more time to recover can you refuse sex or do you just have to get it over with?”

“It depends really. If it is really bad or I’m on my period I’m allowed to take a week off. But most of the time I just use numbing cream.”

“Okay damn. I don’t really know what to say to that.”

“It’s fine, we don’t have to talk about that if it makes you uncomfortable.”

“No it doesn’t.”

You sneak a glance at him.

“It really doesn’t”, he insists, “I just feel bad for you.”

“Why?” you snort, “you’re one of the paying dudes too.”

“Yeah but…”, he grows silent, “…I always made sure you were wet or not hurting”, he whispers.

“Yeah I know, sorry”, you murmur, looking back out at the world.

Conversation dies down afterwards again and Jungkook feels himself grow nervous once again. His mind is literally racing with possible conversation topics, playing them all out in his head and deciding against them when there was the slightest possibility that he could offend you with it. He ends up filtering all of them out, most of them he filtered out because he just didn’t deem them quite conversation worthy because as much as he doesn’t want to offend you he also doesn’t want to bore you. That would probably be the death of him.

The bowling hall is on the other side of the city. Jungkook finds a parking spot right in front of it, getting out before you and hurrying to your side.

You watch him with knitted brows.

“Why are you running boy?” you murmur.

He grabs the door handle and opens it before you could.

Ah that is why.

“M’lady”, he says and bows.

That makes you smile. He is a dork.

“Thank you”, you say and let him help you out of the car.

He grins, tilting his head to the side. You look happier than you did in the car. That is good. It means he did a good job with opening the door for you. Oh what a relief.

“Are you ready for bowling?” he asks.

“Mhm yeah I’m ready”, you say, inspecting the three story building in front of you.

“I’m so excited already”, he giggles, earning himself a fond look from you.

“Me too to be honest. I’ve never bowled before.”

“Really?” he widens his eyes, “oh you’ll love it. It’s so much fun.”

He holds your hand as you enter the bowling hall, he never really let go after helping you out of the car. You let him because he is doing that really cheesy thing where he caresses your skin with his thumb the entire time and it feels a little bit nice to experience it.

“Did you go before?” you ask him.

“Yeah, you’d be surprised how many business meetings are held here.”

“Are they now?”

He nods his head.

“My American affiliates especially love it, we’re always meeting up here when they come over to visit. It makes the business talk less serious.”

“Really?”

“Mhm”, he nods his head, “and my Japanese affiliates always want to go karaoke singing, which just ends up being way too much fun.”

“I can imagine, me, Hyejin and a few of the other girls go karaoke singing sometimes.”

“Who’s Hyejin?”

“Bratty, the woman you met today.”

“Oh, her. The one threatening to crush my balls between her teeth.”

“I can tell you that she was totally serious with that.”

He laughs, scrunching his nose up.

Fuck he is adorable. You are feeling your promise to yourself to be cold to him faltering by the seconds.

“Honestly I believe you without a doubt”, he says.

You and him collect your bowling shoes and do one little detour to the food bar to get fries and cream sodas then you are already on your way to the bowling alley. He isn’t holding your hand anymore, instead he is holding the sodas.

“It’s so cool here”, you murmur, drinking in the view of the blinking neon lights and neatly waxed bowling alleys.

“Yeah right? It’s so modern yet retro.”

“Totally”, you agree in a chuckle.

Jungkook looks at you and clears his throat. This is his chance.

“Hey ___?” he breaks the silence.

“Yes Jungkook?”

“I’m sorry for my douchbag behaviour with my car, I just wanted to show off and never wanted to make you uncomfortable.”

“Hey, it’s fine. I’m just so not the car girl and showing off does nothing for me. You couldn’t have known.”

He laughs, “I realised yeah. Do you not like cars at all?”

You shrug your shoulders, “I’m just very indifferent about them. I don’t know, I never really thought of cars because I won’t be able to afford one anyways.”

“I can buy you one if you want to.”

You laugh, “don’t start with that shit again.”

“I’m not, I’m just offering.”

You and him sit down, sharing the fries.

“Well, I’m declining your offer then.”

“Alright”, he grins shyly before he raises his fries, “fry?”

“Are you trying to feed me?”

He nods his head.

You roll your eyes but open your mouth regardless. He touches your lip with the ketchup covered fry first.

“Oops”, he murmurs, eyes glued to your lips, “I’m so clumsy.”

You chew the fry and swallow it.

“You have ketchup on your lip.”

“I know, ‘cause you put it there.”

“Let me”, he says and cups your cheek to kiss your lips.

He sucks on your lower lip softly and flicks his tongue over it before pulling back. Your heart is racing, but you don’t let it show.

“I-it’s gone”, he stutters, growing nervous under the amused smirk you are sporting.

“You didn’t ask me if you could kiss me”, you say.

His eyes widen.

“What if I didn’t even want to kiss you?”

He pulls away quickly.

“I’m so sorry. God please forgive me”, he says, burying his face in his hands, “You’re right I should have asked you. I don’t know why I’m such a mess tonight. Fuck I’m acting like the biggest douchebag ever, please forgive me.”

“Just ask me next time and we’re good.”

He nods his head vigorously, “I’ll ask you even while we are kissing.”

You laugh, “don’t, that’d ruin the kiss.”

“Okay, okay”, he nods his head even more vigorously.

“Relax”, you say and nudge his arm, “I wanted to kiss you too, it’s totally chill.”

He sighs in relief, “oh thank god”, he laughs, “I’ve honestly been sitting on needles ever since the date started because I don’t want to mess up and it’s kinda weird because we’ve known each other for so long and feel comfortable with each other, but it feels so different today. So totally new and scary and I put so much effort into tonight because I really want this to work, but I feel like I’ve forgotten how to be cool and now I’m just one big mess and I always end up doing the wrong thing or saying the wrong thing and urgh I’m so nervous. And I realised that I’m literally not shutting up, so I’m shutting up now. Sorry”, he babbles.

You study his features. There goes your promise of being cold to him. He is just nervous and awkward, you shouldn’t be so harsh on him, especially when he is so goddamn adorable in trying his hardest for you.

“Maybe it’s because we’re just two people meeting today and not Bunny and Lucky having their talk after their paid sex session?”

“Most definitely like holy shit”, he points at your face, “I’m meeting you and, and can look at your face and”, he pauses to tilt his head to the side and rest it on his hands, “you’re so beautiful”, he whispers and smiles drunkenly.

You lower your gaze.

“Stop it you”, you murmur, reaching out to nudge his chest.

He intertwines his fingers with you tightly, thumb caressing your knuckles.

“I’ve dreamt of this so many times”, he confesses.

You sneak a glance at him. He is gazing. Fuck. He is so cute.

“Is that why you went way overboard with the reservations and almost got robbed by a foot massage studio?”

He laughs, squeezing your hand.

“I didn’t know what you would like so I wanted to have options.”

“I told you, coffee would have been enough”, you smile at him, “also I’m a sucker for scary stuff. Haunted houses, horror movies, murder tours or zombie survival arcades are my shit.”

“Interesting, I did not expect that.”

“Why? Because I’m a woman?”

“No, because I don’t know people who would do stuff like that voluntarily, but that’s cool I’ll take you there one day.”

“So you’re confident that I want to see you again after tonight’s date?”

He doesn’t say anything, he just merely grins boyishly and squeezes your hand.

“Okay I see”, you say with an amused smirk, squeezing his hand.

He flutters his lashes cutely and begins smiling softly, head tilting to the side as he gazes. Fuck, it’s making your heart race like crazy.

“Thank god you didn’t choose the cinema though”, he says, “I went with the cheesiest romance movie ever.”

“I wouldn’t have minded, but I’d take a good horror movie over romance any day.”

“Would you make out in a horror movie or are you one of those very serious watchers, who want to witness every jumpscare?”

You snort and laugh.

“I’d suck cock in a horror movie to be honest.”

He blinks rapidly and licks over his lips.

“That’s hot”, he murmurs.

“Yeah? Wanna do it?”

“Now?!” he squeaks, parting his lips.

“I’m only teasing you”, you laugh, “god Bunny sorry, but you’re so fucking adorable.”

You stand up, munching on some fries.

Jungkook presses his hands to his cheeks. Oh god he is burning up. You are flustering him so much that his cheeks feel like they are beet red. He is so scared that you can see how red they are. He takes a deep breath. Okay stay calm Jungkook, you can do it, he tells himself.

“So bowling, what do I have to do to get this to work?” you pull him back to his sweet reality.

“Do you need help?” he is on his feet in an instant, breaking the distance between you and him.

“I mean I’m confident that I’m good at handling balls, but if you want to show me how it’s done then sure.”

Jungkook stops and clears his throat.

“You’re so hot”, he murmurs.

“And you’re salivating.”

Jungkook licks over his lips and blinks rapidly.

“Sorry I just”, he touches your shoulders, “you’re real.”

“Last time I checked I was yeah.”

He touches your cheeks and squishes them once. It makes you laugh. Then he steps back and goes to pick up a bowling ball.

“Here watch me first”, he says and gets into position.

He furrows his brows, takes one deep breath and then does his shot.

“Oooh seven pins, not bad”, you say, clapping.

He turns around with a cocky smile on his lips.

“And that’s just me warming up, you should see me when I’m really serious.”

“Mhhm I can imagine”, you tease, “my turn?”

“Yup, don’t worry if it doesn’t work at first.”

You copy what he did. Brows are furrowed, deep breaths are taken and stances are widened then you do your shot.

The ball collides with the floor loudly.

“Oh dear”, you startle.

“It’s fine that can happen”, he assures you in a chuckle.

Score.

“Oh nice three pins!” Jungkook exclaims.

You turn around and shrug your shoulders.

“What can I say, I’m a natural. Almost broke the floor, but that’s just part of my trick.”

“You’re really good”, he grins cutely, “my turn again.”

“Yep your turn.”

You sit on the bench and eat some fries in the meantime, watching him play. He really put effort into his outfit tonight. Beige slacks and a skyblue button up which he tugged inside the pants and a red, yellow striped tie. The sleeves are rolled up too, showing off his forearms and the many bracelets he is wearing. He looks hot, like really hot.

“Ah crap”, Jungkook turns around with a pout, “you didn’t see that. The ball slipped out of my hand.”

“Hey two pins are better than none”, you say and change places with him.

You prepare to score.

“Oh daaamn”, you can hear Jungkook gasp behind you.

You turn around.

“Did you see that? Eight pins!”

“Okay I see that I’m having serious competition here”, he jokes and gets up.

You rest next to him as he plays.

“You’re right, bowling is really fun”, you say.

Jungkook plays and turns without looking at the points.

“Right? I like it too, especially here because the beer is good.”

You study his features. He seems sober tonight.

“I’m not really into beer to be honest.”

“Yeah? I like it. It doesn’t burn unlike other booze.”

“Bunny”, you nudge his chest.

He blushes in realisation.

“I’m not going to drink tonight”, he blurts out, “I promise you I want to stay sober tonight.”

“That’s better”, you smile, “I think you’re so sweet when you’re sober.”

“You think so?” he tilts his head to the side, “but I’m never sober.”

“Well tonight you are and I think you’re sweet tonight.”

He lowers his head and blushes. You reach out and pat his cheek before you turn to play.

You and him get the same score. Six pins, the same ones.

“The same pattern, what a coincidence.”

Jungkook is sitting by the table when you turn, munching on fries. He gives you a thumbs up and watches you jog up to him.

“The fries are really yummy too”, he says, pushing the basket closer to you. You take one, drench it in ketchup and eat it.

“True. Although I hate the way they put the ketchup on them.”

“Me too! I hate it so much when they put it all over the uppermost fries and then you use up all the sauce and have to eat the lowest fries all dry. It’s such a big pet peeve of mine.”

“Mine too. You know, I once got fries where the fucker put the ketchup under the fries and I had to dig for it.”

“No way”, he gasps, leaning closer to you, “what kind of demon does something like that?”

“I don’t know, but I can tell you that it was not a nice fry eating experience.”

“Understandable”, he nods his head with his eyes closed and brows raised.

“What food do you like next to fries?” you ask him.

He shrugs his shoulders.

“I’m not really picky. I like steak because I work out and need the protein”, he says and flexes his arms as a joke.

You chuckle.

“And I just generally really like Korean food, honestly our country makes the best food.”

“Mhm yeah I can’t disagree there.”

“And you? Do you have a favourite?”

“Yes god”, you groan, “there is this one auntie with her foodstand close to where I live and she makes this really delicious fusion of tteokbokki and ramen which just, dear lord, hits different. You can get cheese and eggs and kimchi and everything on top too and it’s to die for.”

“Okay that sounds incredible damn.”

“It is incredible and it’s really cheap too, which is always a bonus for me.”

“Mhm that’s important too.”

You pause and study his features.

“It is”, he insists, “don’t think I don’t like saving money too.”

“Yeah? Do you have to do it?”

He blushes and lowers his eyes.

“In theory I don’t, but I want to because you never know how business will look like in let’s say two, five, ten years and I want to be safe.”

“Sounds like something logical to do. I’d do it too if I had enough money.”

“Okay but serious question.”

“What do you want to know?”

“You get two hundred the hour and I stay with you for nine to ten hours which means you get around two thousand per week just from me. What happens with all that money?”

“Well, eighty percent belongs to the club and the rest is mine to spend freely. Expect for all the secret little on-hand bonuses I get, those just disappear in my bra before I leave.”

“That sounds like a terrible business relationship. What the hell? You’re the one providing the services and the company gets eighty percent? Did you let a lawyer look over your contract?”

You snort and laugh.

“You think I can afford a lawyer? I’m just happy to get money.”

You stand up from the bench then to get ready to play. You don’t want to talk about business to someone like Jungkook, it is only going to depress you and you just started to enjoy this evening.

You score two points, pouting as you turn around.

“Now all that talk about business ruined my lucky strike”, you whine.

“Message received, we’ll talk about something else.”

Jungkook does his round, scoring all nine pins.

“Nice”, he says.

“Impressive.”

He grins, “your turn, here have my good luck”, he says and wiggles his fingers in front of your eyes.

You accept it with your eyes closed and by making weird gestures with your hands.

“I can feel it coursing through me.”

Jungkook giggles.

You end up striking down nothing.

“What the hell?” you gasp.

“Maybe I sent you the wrong vibes”, he jokes and makes you laugh.

“Your turn now.”

Jungkook scores another strike.

“Well that’s unfair, you gave me all your bad luck so you can score.”

“Maybe I did yeah”, he teases.

Jungkook joins you by the bench and accepts the cream soda you hand him. You and him sip on it for a while. You know that it was your turn to bowl again, but you don’t want to stress yourself. You have time and sitting here with Jungkook on the sticky leather bench was nice too.

“I think cream soda is disgusting”, Jungkook says and shudders.

“Then why did you get it?”

“I kinda panicked because I didn’t rehearse what I would say in my head before ordering so I just went with what you got.”

“Sounds like something I’d do. Do you have social anxiety?”

He shrugs his shoulders, “don’t know? I’m just kinda shy around people I don’t know.”

“How is this going to work out in business situations?”

“Oh trust me, I’m downing like five glasses before every meeting because my nerves would kill me otherwise. I hate them and I mean hate them.”

“Well that’s a hell lot of alcohol, given how you’re the CEO. No wonder you became addicted.”

“Yeah uh, hah.”

“Sorry that was blunt.”

“No, it's fine. I like you because you’re blunt, god knows I need an honest person in my life.”

“So are you the actual CEO or the second in command?”

“No, I've been the big boss since last March. My dad retired early and I inherited the company.”

“Damn that’s a whole lot of responsibility for a what? Twenty something year old.”

“Twenty five in August, no wait, September. First of September yeah or was it the tenth? What the hell? Why can’t I remember my birthday right now? No it’s the first of September”, he looks at you, “god sorry, I’m a mess. My brain’s all scrambled because I’m so nervous.”

You give him a smile.

“International or Korean age?”

“International.”

“Damn you’re so young for a CEO.”

“Yeah”, he laughs, “but I’m definitely not selfmade that much is sure. More like daddy’s little boy.”

“Yeah well still, you still need to make sure that the company stays successful.”

“True”, he blushes, “but can we not talk about work anymore? It’s taking up way too much space in my mind already and I just want to let go when I’m with you.”

“Of course, I totally get that. I can let go too when I’m with you.”

“Really?” he follows you with sparkling eyes, watching you as you finally take your turn.

Strike!

“Holy shit strike!” you exclaim and turn around to jump on the spot, “did you see that Bunny? I just did that.”

“I saw, I think my luck finally started to work.”

“That could be it, yeah.”

He takes a bowling ball, but doesn’t play. He just ends up staring at you with a shy grin on his pretty lips.

“What?” you ask him.

“You can let go with me too?”

“Ah you want to dwell on that?” you cringe, “I just said it.”

“Yeah I’m gonna dwell on it. Can I really help you relax?”

“You know you can Bunny”, you say and nudge his chest, “you don’t judge me and that’s the best relaxation I can ask for.”

“Huh?”

“I’m going on dates from time to time you know? Most of them are dudes I meet online and you should see their faces when I tell them that I’m a prostitute. It’s either shock, disgust or anger.”

“Anger?”

“You’d be surprised at how many guys get angry at me when they find out I fuck guys for a living. They think they have some say about what I – a mere stranger to them – can do with my genitalia.”

He scoffs and rolls his eyes.

“That’s ridiculous. Those are probably the same guys that jerk off to produced porn or watch their female neighbours undress in their windows while jacking off their mikrodicks, but then want to open their ugly mouths when they meet an actual sexworker. Like shut up dude before I punch you.”

“I don’t know if you’re just saying this to impress me, but I can tell you that it’s working because I kinda wanna suck your cock right now.”

He laughs quietly, lowering his eyes.

“I’m serious. The last thing I’d find unappealing about you is your profession. It’s just a job.”

You smile and break the distance between you and Jungkook to kiss his lips.

“Hm”, he lets out, struggling to get rid of the bowling ball so he could hug you.

He ends up breaking the kiss from all the fumbling he is doing, staring at you with big eyes.

“I think the horror show date is a must”, you whisper.

“Yeah? Oh g-god”, he stutters and laughs breathlessly, “my heart’s literally going crazy.”

You touch his chest, feeling for his racing pulse.

“You’re right, it’s going crazy.”

“Yeah”, he laughs again, nudging your cheek with his nose, “you shouldn’t have hugged me, now I don’t want to let go.”

“Is that so?”

He draws closer and rests his cheek on your shoulder, he is rubbing it against you like a cuddly cat.

“I just feel so”, he pauses and squeezes your middle until you squeak softly, “you know?”

“Yeah I know”, you smile, petting his hair, “you smell really nice by the way, I never told you, but you do.”

“Thank you, it’s Jo Malone. I put it on for you.”

“You did?” you turn your head with a grin.

Jungkook nods his head, gazing at your lips.

“Can I kiss you?” he asks.

“Yes you can.”

He leans down and kisses you, fingers resting on your cheeks and lips tasting like cream soda and vanilla chapstick. He pulls back with a smile and sighs softly. His eyes stay closed longer than yours do, fluttering open tenderly.

“I still can’t believe that I can actually look at you after kissing you”, he whispers, “I feel like I’m dreaming.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah…you’re just so fucking beautiful ___.”

“Stop that.”

“I’m serious.”

“Urgh”, you push him away, “go on and take your turn I want to bowl.”

He can see that you are embarrassed and overwhelmed right now so he lets off of you for now and gets ready to bowl.

You and him stay at the bowling alley for the next two hours and then you leave to do the next thing on Jungkook’s amazing list of dates.

Karaoke.

You had the most fun you ever had at karaoke with Jungkook. It turns out that he had a beautiful singing voice and while there were those moments where you and him picked out a way too cheesy lovesong and he showed off his vocals until you felt goosebumps tingle on your skin, most of the time you just sang silly trot songs whilst wearing stupid wigs and big glasses, doing funny dances and hitting the wrong notes on purpose. You realised that Jungkook looks surprisingly good in wild red locks and he realised that you looked surprisingly good in pineapple glasses with sparkles on the leaves and also that you could down virgin coladas like no other. He also realised that during those two hours of complete and utter karaoke bliss he not once felt the urge to feel the twingey sensation of alcohol on his tongue. And it made him so happy that he wanted to scream out loud but instead he sang just that much louder and hoped that that was enough for the world to understand him.

He took you out to eat udon afterwards, both of you wandering up the streets with your heads dizzy in happiness and your fingers intertwined tightly whilst chatting over the possibility of living in a multiverse and what your first instinct would be if you ever met your clone. You both went with fuck them hard, which just made you cackle like idiots.

It turned out that the udon place was already closed for the night. He ended up shaking the door and cursing under his breath until you had to tell him to stop before it triggered the alarm.

He lets go and turns around with a pout.

“I’m so sorry it’s closed, I really wanted to take you there”, he murmurs, kicking an imaginary stone.

“It’s fine, I ate way too many crisps at the karaoke bar anyways, I just want something sweet to be honest”, you assure him.

“Sweet?” his eyes light up, “like chocolate? We can go chocolate tasting at the K9”, he says and looks at his watch, “nevermind. They’re closing in five”, he says and pouts.

“Ah, what a pity. Chocolate would have been nice.”

“I know”, he whines, “I’m sorry ___ I should have timed all of this differently, now everything sucks.”

“No it doesn’t, stop that.”

“Okay, okay but I can still offer you the skydiving and, and if we are fast we can catch the movie too and I can call my pilot, he can get the plane ready in an hour, also my boat’s not far from here, if we are fast we can catch the fireworks”, he babbles, staring at his watch obsessively, “also there is the foot massage place.”

You laugh.

“I feel like if we went there we’d leave with three organs less, so no thank you.”

“Yeah you’re probably right”, he agrees in a chuckle.

You hold his hand, making him look at you.

“It’s really fine Jungkook. I’m having lots of fun, so loosen up.”

He takes a deep breath and wiggles his shoulders to relax them.

“I just want this to be perfect.”

“I know and it’s been perfect so far”, you squeeze his hand, “do you know what I always wanted to do?”

He shakes his head.

“Drive to somewhere really high up and then eat ice cream on the backseat of a car while I look at the city.”

“Really? I have a car! I can do that! And I saw an ice cream stand back there, come on I’ll take you”, he says, tugging you with him as he hurries down the road.

Twenty minutes later you are at your destination, parked next to one other car. The owners of said car are currently hidden on the backseat, doing whatever dirty thing they are currently doing.

“They seem to be enjoying the view”, Jungkook jokes.

“Yeah”, you laugh, “damn they really fogged up the windows.”

“They must be going at it.”

“Totally.”

You and him exchange a look before giggling like childish teenagers.

“God we’re so creepy”, he says to which you agree with a nod and then a content sigh as you turn to the city in front of you.

You fall silent and while you gaze at the view Jungkook is busy looking at you, amused smile slowly morphing into one of shy adoration.

“Do you like it?” he asks.

“Yes, I like it.”

“Is it what you wanted it to be?”

“Yes, I’ve never seen the city from so high up. It’s so,,,”

“Endless?”

“Yeah. Endless.”

Jungkook looks at the glowing city, eyes reflecting the billions of lights.

“Do you think it will ever stop growing?” he asks.

“I don’t think it will, humans are way too greedy for that.”

“Yeah. You’re right.”

You sigh simultaneously, both of you taking a bite of your ice cream and letting it melt on your tongue.

“Here check this out”, Jungkook says then and moves to press a button.

The purple lights change colour in sync with Jungkook pressing the button on his steering wheel.

“I can change colours, so neat. Do you want a specific colour?”

You sneak a glance at him. He is grinning at you, showing off his bunny teeth. Fuck, he is so adorable.

“I liked purple, it’s so pretty.”

“Okay, okay purple it is then”, he says and dims the lights a little once he changed them back to their original colour. Then he changes the music to something chill and turns the volume down enough so that it would be a gentle whisper in the background.

“Are you cold? I can turn the heater on too.”

“No Bunny, really it’s perfect.”

“Okay”, he says and settles back on the seat. He licks his ice cream, fingers drumming on the steering wheel to the melodies of his radio and legs fidgeting on the seat.

He is still a little nervous. You are next to him. You are spending time with him in his car, eating ice cream with him and he can look at your face if he wants to. Fuck, it’s literally so exciting that he is growing nervous. Or maybe he is growing nervous because you and him have now reached a point in your date where you went from doing activities together to sitting next to each other and having to talk and while Jungkook felt perfectly comfortable with you he also felt so scared to bore you with endless silence or weird conversation topics.

So he looks at you again, checking to see if you were yawning or something. You weren’t, you were flicking your tongue over your ice cream and gazing at the city.

“Are you comfortable?” he asks.

You sneak a glance at him, breaking into soft chuckles.

“What’s with you? Why are you making that face?”

“Am I making a face?”

“Yeah, like a frightened bunny in headlights. Pun intended.”

“No, I was just”, he lowers his head, “I’m not boring you, am I?”

“Of course not, why should you?”

“Because I haven’t talked in like ten minutes and I don’t want you to think that I don’t wanna talk anymore or something.”

“Hey it’s fine, sharing silence is really great with you.”

“It is?” his eyes light up.

“Yes it is.”

“Okay uhm”, he clears his throat, “do you want to sit on the backseat for that?”

You sneak a glance at it. It looks spacious and very comfortable.

“Sure that’d be great.”

“Okay”, he says, opening the seatbelt, “here hold that”, he hands you the ice cream.

“What are you doing?” you ask, watching him take off his shoes and then crawl to the backseat.

He grunts, sticking his little booty into your face on accident as he crawls back.

“I’m going to the backseat”, he lets you know, “oh damn, urgh I’m stuck.”

He wiggles, hips stuck between the two seats.

“Help.”

You laugh.

“How? I have like two ice cream cones in my hands.”

“True. I’ll do it on my own”, he grunts and wiggles more, “come. on.”

“Here wait, I’ll push you with my head.”

“Okay almost there”, he wiggles once, “now.”

He falls onto the backseat with a deep grunt, looking slightly dishevelled as he stares at you with big eyes.

“That was traumatic.”

You laugh. He is so adorable.

“Your turn, here give me the ice cream.”

You hand it to him.

“Okay and now be careful with your butt.”

You laugh and open the door, getting out of the car and getting inside in the back again.

“I could have done that too yeah”, he murmurs, cheeks burning up.

“You could have, but then I would have missed that adorable show. And I’d missed out on getting your ass in my face.”

“Oh? I’m so sorry.”

“It’s chill. Your ass in my face can’t weird me out, not when I’ve seen everything from you.”

He lowers his eyes shyly, “true, fuck I sometimes forget that you’ve literally seen everything.”

“Mhm”, you take off your shoes and get comfortable on the seat, resting your back against the door so you could look at him, “you know I have to lie to most of my customers when I tell them that they are handsome or hot, but with you I never lied.”

“Don’t say that”, he murmurs, scrunching his nose up.

“Well it’s true. Now give me my ice cream.”

“Yeah, sure. Sorry.”

He hands you your ice cream and pulls his legs up on the seat, mirroring your posture.

Your feet are touching in the middle and every so often one of you nudges the other softly.

“Do you normally get more dominant or submissive guys as customers?”

“My regulars are all subs, because I could not handle sleeping with a dom regularly. Just sometimes I get the guys who come in for one night, most of them are dom or just want a quick blowjob.”

“So are you a switch or a domme that’s just willing to sub for the job?”

You smile.

“What?” he asks.

“Nothing, I’m just proud. I can still remember how you came to me, not even knowing what a safeword was and now look at you being the complete pro.”

He blushes and lowers his eyes.

“But to answer your question. I’m a domme that’s willing to sub for the job or for the right guy. But don’t get me wrong, if I see that the guy is requesting a Master and slave roleplay I decline instantly because that’s a big no-no.”

“So you are allowed to decline?”

“Of course we are, that’s why you guys need to send in your request list beforehand.”

“Now I feel bad because I so often didn’t send it in.”

“Don’t worry I made an exception for you”, you say and give him a wink which flusters him to the point of him touching his burning ears and looking to the side.

“And you”, you nudge his foot, “I assume you’re a sub?”

“You’d be surprised. I’m a switch, who only likes subbing for the right woman.”

“I feel honoured then”, you caress the sole of his foot with your toe, making him flinch back as it tickles him slightly.

“Tickles”, he says, leaning down to scratch his foot.

“Don’t tell me you’re ticklish.”

“I’m hella ticklish.”

You smirk, “you shouldn’t have said that.”

“Please no, I safeword for the entirety of tonight”, he jokes.

You laugh.

“Fine, alright I will not tickle you tonight.”

You caress the inside of his calve instead, watching how he draws closer on instinct.

“So what made you realise that you could sub with me?”

“When you let me sit on your lap.”

Your eyes meet.

“I wanted that feeling of complete vulnerability for such a long time and you allowed me to feel it and something just clicked”, he smiles softly for only a moment before he frowns sadly, “I need to be strong in front of most people I know. I’m a man and on top of that I’m the boss of a company and being vulnerable is the last thing they want to see from me. But you allowed me to feel so…so…”

He inhales shakily before he laughs.

His eyes drift off to the outside world, seeming glassy in the lights.

“..you allowed me to be so fucking small and weak and vulnerable and I’ve never felt so…like myself as I did in the moment when I sat in your lap.”

“Well damn”, you sniffle, “I expected you to say something like I saw your tits and wanted to be smothered by them or something, not be so honest.”

He laughs, “I mean I did want to be smothered by those tits, don’t get me wrong.”

You laugh, looking back at Jungkook.

“Thank you Jungkook”, you smile, “for being so honest. I promise you that you won’t regret being vulnerable with me.”

He smiles fondly and caresses your foot with his own. Your eyes flit to his fingers.

“Your ice cream is melting by the way.”

“Oh crap”, he gasps, working tirelessly to lick everything off before it can drip onto his clothes.

“What flavours did you get?” you ask him.

“Mint and red bean. You?”

“Vanilla and Caramel.”

“Oh nice”, he licks his ice cream, “do you want to try mine?”

“No thank you.”

“Why? Do you not like mint?”

“I neither like mind nor red bean. Why should I get toothpaste and bean flavour when I get ice cream?”

“Hey don’t judge it before you didn’t have it.”

“Well I am.”

“Try it”, he sits up.

“It’ll literally taste like toothpaste covered beans.”

He pouts, “try it.”

“Urgh fine”, you groan and try the ice cream with tentative licks.

“So? It’s not that bad, isn’t it?”

“Fine, the red bean flavour is good, but the mint still tastes like cold toothpaste.”

“Okay I take that as a win”, he grins, “can I taste yours too?”

“Sure, here.”

Jungkook does a big lick of both flavours, enjoying them with a cute hum.

“They’re tasty, really sweet and creamy…what?”

“You have ice cream on your lips.”

“Really?” he licks over his lips, “gone?”

“Nope. Wait, let me help.”

Jungkook falls back against the door, moaning softly as you rest between his legs and kiss his lips slowly. His hand is on your lower back, twisting the material of your dress. He feels breathless and dizzy, he had expected everything but not a kiss.

You break it way too soon for his taste, basking in the breathless giggle he does as he tries to open his eyes but fails.

“Now you’re clean”, you whisper.

“Thank you”, he rasps.

His eyes open, sparkling in the purple lights.

“What?” you ask him, feeling dizzy under his gazing.

“Stay like this please”, he breathes.

“Dude, do you want my arm to break? It’s exhausting.”

His chest vibrates in a chuckle.

“Then flip over and rest against my chest.”

“Fine, I could do that.”

You follow his suggestion, finding your very comfortable resting place against his chest, caged in between his legs and with his arm resting across your stomach. You are lifting and sinking in sync with his chest as he takes long, relaxed breaths. Only his pulse is an indicator for his real feelings.

“Your heart’s still racing”, you observe.

“I am also currently screaming inside my head.”

You laugh, sneaking a glance up at him.

“Am I really that scary?”

“No, but I’m a nervous idiot.”

You reach up and pet his hair, making him lean into the touch.

“You’re adorable, Bunny.”

He closes his eyes, placing a soft kiss on the inside of your palm before he nudges it with his nose. His gesture makes you melt like a stick of butter in the microwave.

“Don’t be nervous with me Bunny, you’ve secured yourself like four dates already.”

“Yeah? God I’m so…”, he giggles, “…fucking excited right now.”

“Do you mind by the way when I call you Bunny?”

He shakes his head.

“It makes me feel really good.”

“Yeah?” you grin, “so it’s not just a business thing?”

“No”, he blushes, “I always liked that nickname so I chose it for myself.”

“Mhm, it’s cute. It suits you.”

“You think so?”

You pinch his cheek and smile softly.

“Yeah it does.”

You rest back against his chest again and turn your attention to your ice cream. Jungkook relaxes and eats his ice cream as well, enjoying the music with his eyes closed.

And while the radio plays a slow song about love, Jungkook has to think back to all the times she was lying on the backseat of his car with him. He hates that he has to think back to those times, but he knows that his brain wanted him to because it made him realise one important detail in all those stories. He rested in the backseat of his car with her because she didn’t want their families to find out about them. He rested in the backseat of his car with her because that was the only place where she felt secret enough to fuck him as if she cared and then hold him as if she would never break his heart.

And with you he is resting on the backseat of his car because you wanted to watch the city with him after wandering through said city for hours whilst holding hands. You rested on the backseat of his car with him because you wanted precious two on two time after growing tired from having to share him with the world.

Jungkook had to smile then and if the silence wasn’t so perfect he would have screamed in happiness as well. He hugs you closer to his body and buries his nose in your hair.

“Tonight’s so awesome”, he whispers.

“Yeah it’s awesome”, you agree with your eyes closed.

You had been lost in your own thoughts, thinking about how peculiar you had been acting the entire night. You wondered why it was so easy for you to be soft with Jungkook, finding your answer when you thought back to that one night in the club when you woke up screaming in a nightmare about your brother and he hugged you until you fell asleep again. You realised that as much as your presence allowed him to be vulnerable, he allowed you to be vulnerable in return. And the part most devastating was that he hasn’t even realised how big of an impact he made on you. He made you trust again. He made you trust in your ability to be gentle with other people and he made you trust in other people not to break your heart the instant they open their mouth. You realised that he made you be nice to a man for an entire evening, and while you were already aware of your failed promise to yourself, realising it in Jungkook’s arms and with his scent engulfing you, you felt your heart flutter in your chest. And in years, that flutter excited you more than it scared you.

And then Jungkook hugged you closer and smelled your hair, pulling you out of your thoughts and to the reality of tonight.

“I’m proud of you by the way”, you say.

“Because I didn’t drink?”

“Yes, I know how hard that is when you’re so used to it.”

“It was hard in the beginning of our date, but I don’t want to right now.”

“Yeah? Show me your hand.”

He shows it to you. It is only shaking a little bit.

“Wow, it’s almost steady.”

“I know”, he rests the hand on your stomach, “my skin is so itchy, I want to keep scratching it. Also my head is fucking me over. It hurts so much.”

You turn in his arms, touching his temples softly. Jungkook exhales shakily, eyes racing over your features in surprise. You dance your thumbs up and down his temples twice before tilting his head closer to kiss his forehead. He sighs at the gesture, touching your wrists tenderly.

“I know how you feel”, you whisper, kissing the crown of his head, “it sucks ass, but it will get better one day. I promise you.”

You pull back, meeting adoration in his sparkling gaze.

“___”, he breathes, cupping your cheeks.

Holy shit. You were just tender with him, you aren’t tender. You’re supposed to be cold and mean. Fuck. You feel so nervous and scared all of a sudden that you need to pull away. You lower your head and turn back around, swallowing down a sigh when Jungkook wraps his arms around you just that much tighter. He even goes as far as to bury his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent deeply. He releases his breath with a soft sound, melting closer.

You allow him, despite your racing heart.

“Do you know the moment you knew that you weren’t just drinking for the pleasure of it anymore?” you ask him, hoping that conversation can distract your racing mind.

“Yeah, I think I do”, he says.

“Do you want to share it with me?”

“When I turned twenty two I had this really big party with all my friends and affiliates and I literally fucked my brains that night. It was all in good fun. And then the next morning I went into my meetings, still drunk from last night and realised that I didn’t have to throw up afterwards. I always threw up after meetings because I was so scared of them and all of a sudden…I didn’t have to anymore.”

He sighs.

“I started with one beer, upgraded it to two, three, four, until I finally started with whiskey because the beer didn’t do it for me anymore. I kept it at the company first, told myself that it was only a little something to calm down my nerves. And I was good at keeping it a work thing, nobody suspected a thing.”

You intertwine your finger with him, because you felt his chest rise and sink quicker. His breathing slows down a little after holding your hand.

“I was sober in my private life or when I didn’t have meetings that day. I knew that my brain had serious issues, because I started imagining how it would feel like to die more and more, but I was able to handle that by working out or fucking someone. But then one night I had this really strong panic attack after my father told me that I wasn’t allowed to marry her. I felt like actually dying that night and, and I…calmed my nerves with a glass of whiskey that night and it calmed me down enough that I didn’t end up drowning myself in my bathtub. And it made me realise that booze works amazingly when your brain doesn’t want to shut up.”

He squeezes your hand.

“I just know that I started to drink more after that night, whenever I felt my brain acting up I reached for the nearest bottle of booze and then when I realised what I had done it was already too late because by that point not drinking made me more miserable than drinking.”

“Well fuck Jungkook.”

“Do you want to know the worst part?”

“Yes.”

“That nobody noticed, even when my drinking stopped being a work thing. Nobody noticed and when I acted suspiciously they just blamed it on stress and then handed me a glass of wine to relax. That’s the part that hurts the most.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault, why are you apologizing?”

“I just…feel bad for you because I know how much it hurts to seem invisible to other people.”

“Did people notice your drug habits?”

“Of course they did and you know what they did?”

“No.”

“They encourage it.”

“What the fuck?”

“Yeah”, you scoff, “I told you Bunny that we’re from different worlds. I grew up in a really shabby foster home after my parents got killed in a shootout when I was four. I started selling drugs when I was eight and tried my first Molly when I was eleven. I had to be drugged up, if I hadn’t been, the people around me would have just hurt me. Being sober was seen as fucking pathetic.”

“Well fuck.”

“Yeah”, you laugh painfully, “my brother wasn’t my actual brother. We met at the foster home when I was twelve and he was seventeen and we bonded”, you sniffle, “but he always felt like my real brother because he kept me safe from the really hard stuff and the actual dangerous assholes.”

You squeeze Jungkook’s hand.

“There was this one time where this one guy fed me three pills of some shit, which made me pass out and then he tried to fuck me. My brother came before anything could happen and punched him so hard that he had to be taken to the hospital. He told me that night that he will always keep safe from assholes like the pill guy. He-“

You rub at your eyes as you felt them prickle in tears.

“-he got shot the next day.”

“Fucking hell.”

You inhale shakily.

“I was so angry at him”, you confess quietly.

“Of course you were, I’m angry at the guy too. You were never supposed to lose your brother.”

“No, I was angry at my brother.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah”, you laugh painfully, “nobody has ever broken my heart as hard before as he did when he died. And for years I was so fucking angry at him for leaving me and for being stupid enough to start a fight with one of the dangerous guys and also for breaking his promise to me to always be there for me.”

You hit your own leg.

“I hated him so much. Why would he leave me? Why would he let me fend for myself? He was supposed to be the only thing that’s right in my life and he fucking left me like an asshole. That’s what I thought for years and honestly? Sometimes I still do.”

“Well shit ___.”

“I fled the city that night and came up to Seoul to look for work here, Miss Boss found me on the streets after two weeks and offered me a warm home, food and a steady job and that’s how I ended up in Paradis.”

“How old were you back then?”

“Eighteen.”

“That’s so young.”

“Yeah”, you laugh painfully, “the worst part is that I thought I was so grown up back then. Now I realise that eighteen is way too young to experience shit like that.”

“Honestly every age is too young to experience shit like that. Seriously ___ I’m so mad at the pill guy and the fucker that shot your brother and at the world because you never should have gone through something like this.”

You turn in his arms.

“Have I ever told you that you’re so incredibly sweet?”

“God”, he lowers his eyes, “don’t say that, I feel guilty when I accept the compliment after talking about such heavy stuff.”

“Accept it”, you nudge his chest, “I hate nothing more than people feeling like they need to be sad for the next three hours to show their pity or shit like that.”

You kiss his lips one more time then you pull back.

“So accept it, before I make you.”

He laughs breathlessly.

“Fine, I’ll accept it.”

“Good, now scoot up I want to make out.”

“W-what?”

A second later he is rendered speechless by your lips on his’.

You and him make out for a long time on the backseat of his car and it feels so amazing that you and him feel high on endorphins once your lips finally break apart.

He drives you home afterwards with his hand resting on your thigh the entire time. The journey ends in front of a high apartment complex.

“So that’s your place?” he says, looking up at the high building.

“Yup, just up there on the eighth floor”, you say, pointing at a dark apartment window.

“Neat. How many rooms?”

You snort, “not many, let’s put it that way.”

“That’s cool”, he grins sweetly, “do you want me to walk you home?”

“Walk me home?” you ask, blinking rapidly.

“Yes, uhm”, he lowers his eyes shyly, “I’m a little greedy and want to spend more time with you.”

“And you think that feeling is mutual?”

“Is, is it not?”

You give him a smile, “no, it is. Don’t worry.”

Jungkook exhales in relief, letting out a breathy laugh as he scratches the back of his neck.

“Then I’ll walk you home.”

“No really, you don’t have to. It’s just up those stairs.”

“Fine, then let me kiss you on top of those stairs at least.”

You cringe and look at your lap.

“Yeah about that…I may have lied to you.”

“Lied to me?”

“That’s not my apartment”, you explain, pointing at the apartment complex, “my place is like two minutes from here.”

“Oh? Okay? Uhm, that’s fine we can walk.”

“Are you sure? It’s really not what you expect it to be.”

“Yeah, I’m sure”, he says, smiling honestly.

“Okay uh great”, you laugh nervously, “fuck now I’m acting like a complete idiot.”

“It’s fine, I’m sure your place is nice. Also wait.”

“Huh?”

He gets out of his car and runs to your side to open the door.

“My lady”, he says with a sheepish grin.

“God you’re so cheesy”, you say, letting him help you get out of the car.

He throws the door closed and locks his car.

“I watch too many romance movies.”

“Aaah I see.”

"You know what I always wanted to do?"

"No, tell me."

"When it rains -" he begins and gets interrupted by you.

"- you want to kiss in the rain with the boy carrying the girl?"

"Yes!" he exclaims and stares at you with big eyes, "how did you know?"

"Because you seem like that type of cheesy romantic."

He blushes, "I know it's so cringy."

You study his features.

"You know what?" you ask.

"Mhm?"

"I always wanted to do that too."

Jungkook stops and turns, cupping your face between his hands. His gesture and awed gaze makes you chuckle fondly.

"I want to kiss you so much right now", he whispers, "holy shit you are so perfect."

You snort, lowering your gaze.

"Stop that", you murmur, nudging his chest and swaying from side to side.

He squeezes your cheeks. You look into his eyes.

"Then do it", you challenge him.

Jungkook obeys happily, kissing your lips with his fingers still grasping your face. And it felt amazingly tingly, making your heart race like crazy in your chest.

He pulls back with a giggle, rubbing his nose against yours.

"I want it to rain", he whispers.

"You're so cute", you breathe and caresses his cheek, "let's meet up the next time it rains and then you can run up to me really dramatically and -"

"-you jump into my arms and we kiss like we haven’t seen each other in a decade", he finishes your sentence and giggles.

You smile softly, feeling your heart melt in your chest.

"Exactly", you whisper.

Jungkook opens his eyes and meets your gaze. He smiles.

"I'm happy."

"Me too, really I am."

He giggles, "I wanna take you home now."

"Yeah? Wanna have me gone?"

He shakes his head vigorously, "I just feel like if I don’t walk you home now Imma throw you over my shoulder and kidnap you to cuddle."

You snort.

"Fuck you’re so adorable Bunny. Fine, let's get going before you end up kidnapping me."

You hold hands as you wander up the street. There is almost no traffic on the roads at this hour of the day. The night is so quiet, it is so lovely.

“Hey Jungkook?”

“Yes ___?”

“I think you want an explanation as to why I lied to you.”

“A little yeah.”

“My place is really bad and I’m talking really bad.”

He snorts, “you make it sound like you’re living in a dumpster or something.”

“Basically I am, yeah.”

“I’m sure it’s not that bad.”

“Hopefully…”

Truth be told, you never invited anyone to your place before, let alone showed it to them. Most of your dates didn’t get to the point of the man driving you home and on the rare occasions that they did end with them driving you home, you were able to shake them off at the apartment complex before running to your actual place. And Jungkook is going to see where you actually live. Jungkook, the probably richest and most handsome man in all of Seoul, is going to see your dumpster of an apartment. You would honestly rather step on glass shards barefoot than go through that humiliation.

So as you have to stop and then turn to look at him, you are close to throwing up all over him.

"So we are here", you let him know.

Jungkook furrows his brows in confusion and looks around.

"You live in a store?"

You laugh.

"No uhm, it's behind there. Just down the stairs", you explain, laughter turning painful.

He follows your line of sight. You can watch the concern in his eyes.

"Ah I see, that's cool", he says however.

"You don’t need to act like it is. I know what you’re thinking. You sure that's a place to live? And trust me it isn’t, but guess it can’t be changed."

He blinks quickly and clears his throat.

"So goodbye then", you spit and turn to leave. This is so embarrassing.

"Hey, wait hey", Jungkook rounds you and places his hands on your upper arms, "I don't care how or where you are living. I was just concerned that you’ll get broken in or something, the door doesn’t look sturdy."

"It's not, but trust me I can defend myself. I have a baseball bat in my room."

He chuckles.

"Yeah? Wanna show it to me?"

You snort, shaking him off to take a step back.

"You're not actually asking me to invite you in. Are you?" you ask amusedly.

He grins and shrugs his shoulders.

"Maybe I am."

If he wouldn’t be so cute, you would most definitely have an easier time to tell him to go. Damn, you are going to give in. Great.

"Fine. But if I hear just one word of distaste from you, that's the end of it. You can leave."

Jungkook raises both his hands, "I promise, no words of distaste from me."

"Good, I'll take your words then. Come on, let’s go. There are people watching."

"What?"

You raise your head and nod at a dark window. Jungkook does the same, watching how a shadow moves further into the darkness.

"That's Old Guy. Don’t know his name, I just know he loves watching people."

"Oh, okay. I see", he stutters, clearing his throat, “creepy.”

“Totally”, you grab his hand, "come now."

Jungkook stumbles down the stairs with you pulling him, colliding with your body once you stop.

"Sorry", he mumbles.

"It's okay", you tell him, unlocking your door, "very well then. Welcome to my home. I'm warning you it smells of kimchi."

"That's alright."

Jungkook had underestimated the smell of it. He sniffles and rubs his nose, keeping quiet for your sake.

You of course watched him.

"I know, people underestimate just how strong it is", you say, hurrying through the room to light a few scented candles.

Jungkook takes the time to look around. Small room. Grey walls with wet stains all over them. A couch at one side, a kitchen and a small one person table at the other. Next to it a door, he assumes to be the bathroom. Shit, people live like this, he thinks, hating himself for his way too expensive and way too spacious apartment. He has three rooms he has no use for and here you are, living in a room which is smaller than his toilet. He would gladly give up those three rooms just so you could have it more comfortable.

"The restaurant next-door is keeping its food storage behind this wall and their kimchi fridge is kinda leaky and the smell gets into my room through this air vent", you explain, pointing at the metal grid above the dining table, "yeah I tried to stick newspapers to it. It worked a little."

Jungkook nods his head, "I, I see. Clever idea."

"Thanks", you snort, "you really wanna leave don’t you?"

"No, uhm. No. I'm just wondering why you aren’t opening your window instead of lighting five million candles."

You snort and laugh, “legitimate question."

You walk to your window and open it. A wall appears in your view so close to the window that it is impossible for air to creep in.

"Aaah now I see."

"Yup exactly", you say and close it again, "it wasn’t always like this. A building company put this apartment complex next to the house and totally forgot about me."

"Did you try suing them?"

"Sue them?" you laugh hysterically, "and literally kill myself in the process? No thank you."

"But that's against the law. They can’t just cut off air ventilation for other people."

"And you think a poor prostitute living in a random cellar, who can barely afford food let alone a good lawyer, would have won against a billion dollar company?"

Jungkook closes his mouth, lowering his head.

"Exactly."

"I'm sorry", he whispers.

"For what?" you ask and snort.

"For being so inconsiderate."

"Inconsiderate?" you chuckle, "it's fine. I know that you are so out of your rich boy bubble right now. It's okay, at least you tried."

Jungkook cringes.

"I'm sorry."

"Again, it's fine", you turn to get the baseball bat, "either way, that's the bat I was talking about."

Jungkook studies it. It's a normal baseball bat, of course it is. Why had he expected something else?

"Do", he clears his throat, "do you play baseball?"

"I did once. With my brother", you say and smile sadly, "he was so good at it. Honestly if we were just a little richer he could have made it far. Perhaps then he’d still be alive and wouldn’t have to suck stranger’s cocks to survive."

Jungkook knows that you are being your cynical self again. That you try to make it seem like you are joking while you were actually speaking the truth. Jungkook realised that this was the reason why you knew about “his voice”. Because you heard it on yourself a million times before.

"I'm sorry."

"You need to stop doing that", you say, sending him a warning look.

"But I am. I'm sorry for asking and being so uneducated and living with my rich boy mindset, thinking that shit like building a wall in front of one’s window can be solved so easily. And also for having way too much while good people like you have way too little."

You discard the bat and cross your arms in front of your chest.

"You're not honestly giving me the sorry for being so rich speech are you?"

Jungkook closes his mouth and lowers his head.

"I thought so. You know what? I think it's time that you leave."

"What?" he gasps, shaking his head, "no, please don’t send me away. I, I messed up."

"Yeah you did", you say dryly, pushing him by his chest, "go now, we don’t want your thousand dollar jacket to take on the smell of kimchi and cheap scented candles."

"Don't do that, please hear me out."

"No. I'm tired."

"___ please. I know I'm ignorant about your lifestyle, but I wanna learn."

"You wanna learn? Oh give me a break."

You push him outside. Jungkook steps closer again, desperation burning in his eyes.

"Please ___ I'm not judging you. I promise you I'm not. Why are you being like this all of a sudden?"

"Don't care, you got your one date. So be happy and leave."

"But I'm not happy", he chokes out, "I'm miserable and lonely."

"And I'm fed up and angry."

"No, you're embarrassed and scared."

"Fuck", you fall silent and stare at him with widened eyes. He just said that. He called you out.

"But you don’t need to be. I don’t think any less of you now that I know how you live. On the contrary I think you are so freaking amazing and strong for still being able to smile despite your situation."

"Despite my situation? What, you think just because I'm poor I can't be happy? You think just because us poor people have it so bad we never smile or have fun or enjoy life?"

"No, oh god no", he shakes his head, "I, I didn’t mean it like that. I just said that-"

"Don't worry I get it. I fucking get it."

"No you don’t you-"

But you cut him off, closing the door on his face and locking it.

"___!" he knocks on it a few times, "please let me explain. Please, I'm so sorry. Please open the door. I didn’t…." his voice drowns out before becoming inaudible as you lock yourself in your bathroom and cry on the floor.

Fuck you never should have showed him your place.

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myathesimpp · 3 years

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Sweater Weather

From my wattpad - myathesimp

F/C - Favorite Colour

C/N - Crushes Name

Y/N - Your name

P/G - Popular Girl that you hate tehee

F/N - Friend name

S/N - School name

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God it's freezing out here. This is what I get for waking up late. I walked towards the school, my teeth chattering and my body as cold as ice. Of course I forgot my jacket. My F/C sweater drenched in snow and ice.

As I walked into S/N I saw C/N, my best friend, with P/G. God how I hate her. She was clinging onto C/N like her life depended on it. As I walked over to them he gave me a pleading look and I stifled a laugh.

"Oh look its Y/N, gotta go!" He tried breaking from her grasp but she held tight.

"Hey C/N! P/G would you mind trying to keep his arm on his body. We would like that very much wouldn't we, C/N?"

"God Y/N you're such a bother, clearly C/N doesn't care and doesn't want you around right now. Shoo along with your ugly F/C sweater and get outta here."

"Well excuse me. Just because you're popular doesn't mean you have to be mean thank you very much. Also my sweater is very pretty for your information. All you wear is grey thinking its cute, but honey its not a fashion statement, or a look at all. Sorry to break it to ya."

"I- well- hmph." She scoffed and walked away stomping every few steps.

"God you are a life saver, Y/N." C/N gave me a high five and I blushed at the sudden contact.

Time skip because I'm lazy ~

"Okay like I was saying, shouldn't a green and a red pepper be also counted as a fruit?! Also shouldn't a tomato and avocado be counted a fruits too? They do have seeds you know."

"No no no. Y/N they aren't sweet like fruits so they shouldn't be counted as them."

"Would you two stop arguing like an old couple and eat your damn food!" F/N snapped in our faces to get our attention.

"Oh please F/N. Go hang out with P/G if you don't want us talking like an old couple." C/N snapped in F/N's face and I laughed.

"Ew that snake, never."

Another time skip, you're welcome ~

"Bye F/N! See ya later!" I waved at F/N and turned my focus on the floor.

C/N and I were walking to my house to study. It was freezing out. Plus the worst part is, is that my sweater got completely ruined when P/G spilled coffee all over me at lunch, and of course my stupid teacher took it away from me.

"Hey Y/N you're shivering. Here take my sweater."

"No no its fine, I'm fine! No need to worry."

"You're really stubborn aren't you. Here take it." He pulled off his sweater and handed it to me.

"Thanks..." I pulled it over my head and adjusted it. It was huge on me. Plus I was as red as a tomato which makes everything so much better.

I never, and I mean ever, told anyone about my huge crush on C/N. He was my best friend since elementary. As we neared my house I had a butterfly feeling in my stomach. Its not that I don't want him in my room its just that no one is home... anything can happen when no one is home.

"I'm gonna head to the bathroom meet you up there." I walked into my room and went into my closet to put my shoes away. Before I turned around I felt a presence behind me.

"You know, you look very cute wearing my sweatshirt. Just imagine how much better it looks on your floor." C/N slide his hands around my waist and whispered in my ear. A shiver went down my spine and I blushed crimson red.

"C/N stop making fun you already know how flustered I get when you do that." I turned around to face him, our faces centimeters apart.

"But what if I wasn't making fun..."

"Oh please as if. All you do is- Mmph~" C/N pulled me into a passionate kiss. He arms snaked around my waist as he pulled me closer to him.

Let's just say that the sweater did end up on the floor that day.

#crush #crush x reader #love #oneshot

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rosyfingereddawnn · 3 years

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That’s The Way (Chapter 3)

Pairing: Jimmy Page x Reader

Word count: 3.7k

Warning(s): smut/nsfw, cheating, cursing, angst, Y/N being a badass :)

Author’s notes: We’ll be honest...this chapter is a lot to handle 😂 which is amazing since it’s only Chapter 3 of many! We suggest taking a break throughout, because you’re gonna need it 😂 So much happens that your mind may actually explode from the drama. By the way, Jimmy is introduced in the next chapter so yay! As usual, please enjoy, happy reading, and send us messages if you have theories, comments, music recommendations for the playlist, or if you want to be added to the tag list :)

Chapters: 1 | 2

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Paul took Y/N out to dinner that week, and they had a wonderful time together. It seemed that every conversation they had together brought them closer and closer, and Y/N was in pure bliss. From that point forward, the two became inseparable.

Y/N’s parents, however, were not super pleased that Y/N was seeing Paul, especially because they had warned her about the romantically-unattached musician’s mannerisms and habits not that long ago. They just decided to act like they liked Paul, so he wouldn’t get suspicious or feel bad.

Two members of The Yardbirds in particular (and I’m sure, dear reader, that you know who they are by now) were hit with pangs of jealousy whenever they saw Y/N constantly attached to Paul’s arm. And, to make matters worse, it was under any circumstance imaginable: parties, interviews, photoshoots, meetings, airports, train stations, hotels...the list goes on. Yes, they did spend plenty of time apart, but attraction can make a man think irrationally. Even though they were specifically and strictly told to keep their mouths shut, it was very tempting to just say the truth and end their misery. A part of Chris and Jim felt happy to see her happy, but another, traitorous side of them felt exponentially bad for her. They knew that she was being used by Paul as arm-candy, and they knew that she, of all people, did not deserve that.

But that’s the name of the game, unfortunately.

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18 February 1966

The Yardbirds were scheduled to perform on an episode of Ready, Steady, Go! that night, and Y/N decided to go and be a part of the live audience. She felt an obligation to support Paul and the band, since they were all friends (and a boyfriend, of course) now.

Before the show, Jim, Jeff, and Keith were all sitting on the stage, discussing the logistics of the rehearsals that would start soon. Y/N stood in front of the already-prepared stage and chatted with them.

“So what are you guys going to do on our days off next week?” Jeff asked.

“Spend time with my family,” Keith replied, adjusting his sunglasses.

“Not sure yet, haven’t figured it out,” Jim added.

“How ‘bout you, Miss Y/N?” Jeff nodded towards her with a smile. She answered with a soft giggle.

“I’m probably going golfing with my brother and a couple mates.”

“You golf?” Jim asked. She seemed to be getting more and more perfect by the day.

“Mmhmm,” Y/N nodded enthusiastically, “I’m bloody awful at it, but it’s fun, and I can hang out with my brother, so it’s a win-win.”

“You never told us you had siblings,” Keith smirked, tilting to the side and crossing his arms.

“Oh yeah, I have three. There’s Tommy, my older brother; Charlie, my younger brother; and Lillian, my little sister,” Y/N said.

“Wow, full house,” Jeff remarked, “I have a sister, Annetta, who I think you’d get along with quite well. I’ll have to introduce you to her soon.”

“Oh, that’d be great! I’d love to meet another Beck,” Y/N replied playfully. Jeff just laughed and shook his head.

“It’s a shame that I can’t spend time with Paul this week. He said he was busy, but he didn’t explain why,” Y/N sighed, “whatever. It’s probably legitimate, so I don’t mind. We’ve been hanging out too much anyway.” She laughed at the last part.

“He’s probably just going home to his wife,” Jim replied, thoughtlessly.

At that instant, everyone’s eyes widened, eyebrows raised, and lips downturned into a shocked, panicked frown.

“He’s...what?” Y/N asked quietly, sounding like she was about to shatter into a thousand tiny pieces.

Y/N noticed that Keith and Jeff were glaring at Jim, who was clearly embarrassed at what he had revealed. He hid his eyes with his hand.

When Jeff finally found it in him to turn away from Jim, he deeply exhaled. He then reached out his hands to touch Y/N’s shoulders in an attempt to comfort her.

“Look, Y/N, you weren’t supposed to find out this way, and I’m so sorry we didn’t tell you sooner,” Jeff began, “but he is indeed married. I honestly don’t know why he wanted to pursue you, and I warned him against it because of how much we care about you, but he did it anyway.”

Tears streamed down Y/N’s face and her bottom lip started to quiver. “I can’t believe this,” she whispered, “he made it seem like I was the only one…that he was really in love with me...”

Jeff hated seeing his friend cry because of something he could have prevented. But, Y/N was somehow still beautiful when she cried.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N,” Jeff consoled gently, getting off the stage to hug her, “here, let’s take you backstage to calm you down a little.”

Y/N refused Jeff’s kind offer with a shake of the head. Through her blurry, teary-eyed vision, she just plastered on a smile, and wiped the wetness from her eyes.

“Ew,” her voice cracked, “why am I crying? That’s so gross of me, I’m so sorry. I’m definitely making you guys uncomfortable.”

The three musicians’ eyes widened at Y/N’s sudden burst of emotional strength.

“Y/N, you just found out you were Sam’s side chick, and you don’t care?” Jeff inquired, genuinely confused as to what was going on with Y/N’s emotions.

“It’s okay to be sad, love. And utterly fuming with anger. I must admit, this situation wouldn’t be as dire if it were someone else, but it’s you,” Keith added. Jim just sat in silence. He didn’t know what to say. His message destroyed Y/N’s heart and her innocence.

“I am sad, but if this ‘thing’ went on any longer, I’d probably be even more devastated. You saved me from a lot more unnecessary heartbreak, so thank you, Jim,” Y/N said. Her tone sounded completely numb.

“How are you gonna tell Sam?” Keith asked Y/N.

She exhaled deeply. “I don’t know. It wouldn’t be fair of me to lash out on him before being on national television.”

“How can you care about fairness? Don’t you realize what this man has done to you?” Jeff asked, anger interlaced in his voice.

“Yes, Jeff. I do,” Y/N replied stoically, “And I’ll be fine, really. Let’s just forget about it, okay? I’m just lucky to be here, watching you perform. What song are you playing again?” Y/N tried to change the subject, but on the inside she was in deep agony and pain. She poured all of this time and emotion and her body into this cute musician boy, just to realize she didn’t matter.

“‘Shapes of Thi—’” Keith began quietly.

Jeff cut him off. “Y/N, I seriously refuse to believe you’re okay. Please, just let me help y—” he started.

“Jeff! I’m fine! Seriously,” Y/N raised her voice a little, annoyed at the nagging.

“But you seem—” Jim began, barely perceptible.

“Oh my God, Jim, I’m fine!” Y/N shouted. “I don’t care. It’s done, it’s over.”

The three men sat in silence after Y/N’s sudden outburst of anger, which was very out of character for her. She quickly realized what she had done.

“I’m so sorry for lashing out on you guys. That was uncalled for, it’s not your fault. I’m gonna go to the loo, excuse me,” she said quickly, walking out of the scene before anyone could call after her.

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Y/N stayed in the bathroom for all of rehearsals, and she finally reemerged right before the broadcast was about to start, looking as fresh as she did when she got there. It was as if the news was never even brought to her attention.

She refused to make eye contact with Paul through the entire performance, even though it was apparent that he tried to get her attention with his eyes. Chris was just confused that she wouldn’t even dare to glance at Paul. Just a little trouble in paradise that he didn’t know about maybe?

After the show and when the band went offstage, Jeff went back into the crowd to check on Y/N and brought her backstage.

“You have to confront him,” Jeff pleaded.

“I don’t want to,” Y/N whined.

“You have to, or else he’ll bloody win! You don’t want that, and I sure as hell don’t want that for you either! He is the one at fault. You have every right to fuck him up for it.”

Jeff’s little speech gave her an impulsive boost of confidence.

“Fine. I’ll do it. Get everyone out of the room, though,” Y/N stated firmly, beginning to march down the hallway behind Jeff.

Momentarily, Jeff went into the room and rounded up Keith, Jim, and Chris, and filed them down the hallway into another room orderly.

As Y/N was about to enter the room, Jeff whispered in her ear, “Good luck, kid. Knock ‘em dead.” Y/N smiled at Jeff before entering the room and closing the door behind her.

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Paul warmly smiled at Y/N as she entered the room.

“Hello, love,” he said gently, “how did you enjoy the show?”

Y/N painted on the most genuine smile she could force. “It was...almost perfect.”

Paul’s eyebrow quirked as he smiled in a confused way. “Why almost?”

“I don’t think rehearsals went as well as I had planned,” Y/N replied smoothly.

“Why? Did something bad happen to you? You’re speaking in riddles, dear.”

“Oh, I apologize,” Y/N snickered, “it’s actually so funny that you bring up riddles, because that seemed to be the exact problem at hand.”

“What does that mean? Did someone tell you something you couldn’t figure out?” Paul chuckled, “You’re confusing me.”

“I figured out that you would be going home to your wife next week.”

All the colour from Paul’s face was drained in a millisecond, and his originally jovial expression was gone. It was as if someone punched him in the gut.

“Who...who told you?” he asked, panicked.

Y/N was taken aback. “I find out I’m your side-chick and you have the audacity to ask who told me? Not an ‘I’m so sorry that I lied to you and broke your heart, Y/N’?”

Paul huffed. “And you expect me to just keep my composure when someone of your gravity walks into the room for the first time? I really am sorry, Y/N, I truly, truly am, but—”

Y/N’s calm and quiet demeanor had left the building at that point. She was mad. Really mad.

“But what? You tell me how in love you are with me, and how I’m your one and only forever, just to realize that I didn’t matter? I’m going to be eighteen years old in March. Eighteen. What do I know about love? Nothing, absolutely nothing. And you chose to take full advantage of my emotional vulnerability.”

“But you did matter. You’re so special to me, Y/N. Don’t you understand that?”

“Don’t you understand that you have a wife? You never loved me. I was never special to you. I was just another fling. But you won’t admit it to yourself.”

“The life of a travelling musician is extremely difficult, Y/N, and you don’t get that,” Paul said severely.

“And that shouldn’t be used as an excuse. You know what? We’re done. Whatever this ‘thing’ is, is over. I wish you the best,” Y/N concluded as she walked out the door and sternly shut it.

The nightmare was over and Y/N was a free agent.

Before she could debrief about her experience with any of the other Yardbirds, Y/N left the venue, caught the first taxi home, ran up into her room, and cried herself to sleep.

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22 April 1966

Y/N found recovery time and solace in those two months without Paul. She didn’t go to any Yardbirds gigs, but she sporadically met up with Jeff, Keith, Jim, and Chris at a pub or restaurant to catch up over a meal and drinks. Chris had recently mentioned to her that they were playing in London on the 22nd, and if she felt comfortable, she could attend for free and get backstage to hang out.

Y/N said she’d have to think about it, but she’d definitely consider it.

She had realized over the course of two months that she was not truly in love with Paul. Yes, she fancied him, but she must’ve mistaken the feeling of being genuinely in love with the person for being in love with the situation. Y/N concluded that this relationship was the equivalent of living out one’s childhood dreams of a romance with their schoolgirl crush.

She decided that she was retired from dating for a long time, especially because of how this shitshow ended, but a miniscule piece of her wondered when and how she’d meet her other half.

In the afternoon on the day of the show, which was to be played at the Wimbledon Palais, Y/N made the reckless decision to take a trip down to the Yardbirds’ hotel, but not for the reason you might expect.

Y/N never got the chance to thank Jim McCarty for coming clean about Paul’s infidelity to his wife by “dating” her, and to formally apologize for ripping him at the Ready, Steady, Go! rehearsals. She felt bad for being so dismissive of him, because he was always so nice to her and apparently seemed to care more about her wellbeing than Paul ever did.

Y/N stood on the platform of the train station anxiously, meticulously scheming in her mind about what she would say to Jim to truly and genuinely express her gratitude. She thought about how the encounter would go all the way to London, and all the way on her walk to the hotel.

When she arrived at the hotel, she greeted the concierge, and took the elevator to what she believed to be the Yardbirds’ floor. She took an educated guess as to which room Jim’s would be, just by what she had seen in past times. Y/N took a deep breath before knocking on the door.

When the door opened, she realized that in her best interest, her guess was correct.

“Hi,” she greeted breathily, her fingers interlaced together in front of her timidly.

“Hi,” Jim smiled. After a short moment of awkward silence, he continued, “Um, what are you doing here? Not that it’s a bad thing, which it’s not, but…” he trailed off.

“I just wanted to tell you something that I think needed to be said in-person,” Y/N said quickly.

Jim raised his eyebrows in surprised delight. “Oh, okay.” He moved out of the way of the doorframe so Y/N could enter the room, then shut the door gently behind her. “Welcome to my humble abode,” he chuckled, “make yourself at home.”

Y/N smiled and thanked him graciously, but shyly, as she sat down at a small couch at the edge of the bed. Jim was quick to follow her actions.

Y/N took a deep breath before beginning, “I just wanted to thank you for informing me about Paul in February. I know, it’s been a really long time since then… but I’ve needed some time to myself to think and refocus and recuperate, y’know?”

Jim just laughed. “You came all the way here to thank me? That’s so nice of you. You didn’t need to do that.”

Y/N grinned. “I don’t know, I felt this obligation for some reason. And in addition, I wanted to apologize for lashing out at you as well. I was just shell-shocked, I guess, and I unfairly took it out on you and Jeff.”

“If I forgave you then, I’ll still forgive you now,” Jim smiled, “don’t sweat it. In all honesty, I was surprised at how well you took the news.”

“I just wanted to be as calm and composed as possible,” Y/N blushed, “but obviously I didn’t get very far, did I?” Jim laughed at Y/N’s little jab at herself.

“Well, you’re so quiet, at least you showed a piece of your inner self that night,” Jim teased. Y/N just beamed at him.

“You know, since I owe you, now… I guess I just need to live a little, y’know? I have this introverted shell I need to break out of someday, and I might as well start now,” Y/N offered with a chuckle. “So, with that being said, let me do something for you. Anything you want.”

“Oh no, that’s too much. You didn’t even cause me any grief,” Jim retaliated playfully, “thank you, Y/N, but I think you’re overthinking this whole situation.”

“Please,” she continued with a pleading voice, “I feel awful, and plus, if it makes you feel better, you’ll be helping me clear my conscience. Jim, I’ll do anything you want, no matter how crazy… I’ll take you jet-skiing, I’ll ride on a bike in a bikini when the temperature is below freezing, I’ll clean your kitchen… anything you want me to do, I will do.”

Jim grinned at the bizarre options Y/N gave him before contemplating her invocation for a moment. Anything, huh?

“Kiss me.”

“You said you'd do anything, no matter how crazy, yes?” Y/N didn't get a chance to finish, as Jim interrupted her with a hand at her wrist, and a flinty look in his eyes, that gazed right into hers.

“I did.”

“Well,” Jim continued, stepping ever-closer to the young woman in front of him. She looked just as beautiful as she always had, if not more. Jim was convinced she was perfect, and wanted to protect her. To treat her right, the way she deserved. “You could get on your knees, in front of me.”

Kneeling down on the carpeted floor, Y/N looked up at him through her eyelashes, and the glint in her eyes made his knees weak. She looked almost shy, and he couldn't help but send a comforting smile her way.

“Have you done this before, Y/N?”

She shook her head at this, and looked down, almost embarrassed. Jim, heart pounding in his chest in anticipation, reached out a hand to lift her head. Her eyes held trust, and a hint of nervousness, but her lips quirk up in a smile, her cheeks flushing.

“I’ll walk you through it, love.” The sound of a belt clinking to the floor reached Y/N’s ears, zipper following suit, and she couldn’t help the way she almost thrummed with anticipation. Her parents had warned her against exactly this type of thing. Musicians were, according to her parents, a fickle breed, who only wanted her for her looks and body. It hurt to think of it now, when Jim was being nothing but a gentleman to her. She wanted to break out of her shell, and maybe this was the way to do it.

Y/N looks to Jim and sees him exposed, fully hard now, and her cheeks erupt into shades of rosy pink. He was big, much bigger than she would have expected, and she smiled up at him.

“Okay, love. Open your mouth.” Y/N opened her mouth, sinking it over his tip, which elicits a strained moan, full of pleasure. His hand landed in Y/N’s hair, fingers clenching gently around the tresses. The light tug Y/N felt only spurred her on.

“That’s incredible, princess. Now, try and circle your tongue. You’re doing so well.”

Y/N did as she’s told, and it’s like a spell was put over the man. He craned his head back, neck bared, as soft whimpers fell past his lips. Growing more confident, knowing now what he liked, she let her teeth rake over him lightly, which worked more moans from him, almost breathless in his euphoria.

With a murmured “fuck,” he comes, Y/N’s name the only thing on his lips. She slowly released him from her mouth, wiping her lips with the back of her hand as she stood. Jim, leaning up against the wall, was in bliss, heaving breaths and ruffling Y/N’s hair as she approached.

“That was… you're perfect, princess. Absolutely perfect.”

Y/N laughs, smile nearly splitting her cheeks, and she pressed even closer, pressing her lips to his in a soft, content embrace. She could taste the sweat on his lips, and she couldn't help but think that she could definitely get used to this feeling.

Jim revelled in the feel of her soft lips against his, and he was struck by the thought that this is exactly where he’s supposed to be. He’s where he wants to be, beside Y/N.

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Ikesen - Rating Suitors

Except it’s my cats who do the rating, as my little Rzepka sat on my arm and is preventing me from writing. Excuse all the typos, let’s say my screen visibility fluctuates.

Without further ado, allow me to introduce our judges!

Rzodkiewka/Rzepka - the matriarch of the clan, the miniature kitty of confused stares and trust issues, the lady of reoccurring bladder problems, the one and only princess of wet cat food! She has seen some shit in her life. What shit? Idk. But she’s a good cat. infinity/10, would reccom...I am not supposed to be doing that.

Junko - the older sister, the mighty beast of cuddles, the resilient hunter who fears nothing, and will not leave until your plate is empty - either because you hurried to eat your food or because you’re now crouched in front of the couch and trying to GET BACK MY YOUR BREAD. Associate of cat food thieve organisation. Clumsy fluffy ass. Never did anything wrong in her life.

Porzeczka - the void kitty, one who knows all and has experienced all things of the world.... Except for snow. And rain. But who would want that, right? Ew ew ew, my paw is wet, how did that happen, i only put it in my water bowl. How was I supposed to know that water is wet? Hm? HM? Now look at it, your wall is wet, and I want fresh water in the bowl; will murder you with her claws. Sleeps on my stomach at night. Tsundere. Shows affection excussively between midnight and 5 AM. THE NINJA.

Nobunaga

Rzodkiew - would most likely piss in his futon from stress, not that he would notice it given how little he sleeps. Wouldn’t rule the world at his side, too much ore in this sama. 0/10

Junko - sold after the first piece of konpeito which she absolutely shouldn’t have been given. Turns into a round cat. She rolls in happiness and food. Perfect sleeping charm, the match made in heaven - her previous owner has been long imprisoned due to complaints about cat dietary habits .-. ; 11/10

Porzeczka - she is an independent kitty. She cares not for his promises. Her murder mittens have murder in them for a reason. Time to set the history straight - and then perhaps go and live peacefully somewhere in the mountains. Whew, this odd man was really too stressful, there was no other way.; -11/10

Mitsuhide

The council of cats has expressed their regret in having to announce no fucking way. Dude, are you ever home? Do you think Rzodkiew will be waiting? Nu-uh, get yourself and yours schemes somewhere else, void kitty smells nothing but trouble here. Food? What food? There is no joy in depriving you of food if it’s barely edible in the first place. Those leaves you eat aren’t the conventional edible leaves, sir. Don’t you even dare to disrespect the-mighty-hunter Junko like that.

Hideyoshi

Rzodkiew - yes, please??? Somebody with a common sense??? Who knows that animals need to be fed and who is responsible enough to be trusted with it??? Is home at least frequently?? Cares for his pets?? Rzodkiew would give him smootches, may leave some paw prints on correspondence though. Will absolutely sit in the ink if it means he’ll go to sleep; 110/10

Junko - forget about your pipe, Hideyoshi. Junko knocked it over. It’s probably under the couch. Or the desk. Cabinets. Somewhere. Actually, Junko doesn’t know where it is either. She also left nice print on the tatami mats, but found no bread, sadly. Get her some bread? No? NO?! Well, good, cats shouldn’t eat bread, that’s a plus point. Junko still likes you. Just spoil her with treats. I will come after you the moment she turns into a rolling cat, though. ; 8/10

Porzeczka - void kitty likes. Calm (aside from when he isn’t). Organized. Too stupid to stop her in her plans of world domination. Purrfect conditions for her development.; 9/10, could give her more cat trees.

Mitsunari

No.

Because he already has a cat, duh.

Ieyasu

Rzodkiew - is always super grumpy, no matter how many smootches she gives him. Somewhat confusing. But he treats her and is very gentle, and understands the personal space, and actually gives them very good food, and... RZODKIEW WHERE ARE YOU GOING, NO, DON’T MOVE OUT; 14/10

Junko - she is always with him, hugging him and such. Stopped trying to steal his food after she succeeded ONCE (too much spice, man, too much spice). Likes how fluffy his hair is, may try to groom him. 10/10, best friends, their colour schemes sorta match.

Porzeczka - destroyed his scarf because she thought it was a toy. Responsible owner. Not too loud. Will grumble with him, and then will headbutt him to show love. She understands. She would lend him her murder mittens. ; 10/10

Masamune

No.

Because they don’t want to become the food. Take it as you will, they don’t know who’d they fear more - him or Shogetsu.

Jokes aside, Junko loves the food part. The holy cat mother says annoying. Porzeczka opened claws.

Kenshin

Porzeczka is scared of bunnies. Is there even any place for cats left there? So many bunnies.

Is he multip...?Oh.

Prediction: Kasugayama will become a Bunny-Yama soon enough. Porzeczka must up her plans for world domination.

Shingen

Rzodkiew - can I call you father? Gentle gigant, gentle gigant, gentle gigant! Emotionally stable. Could build her a fort. Spoils all the ladies - and she IS a lady. A little (literally) tiny (very tiny) cat lady. *hit adopt button*; 16/10

Junko - tall guy tall guy tall guy shoulder rides on the tall guy! SWEETS. THEFT TIME. Her foodie instinct is tingling. Although she knows she will only get food appropriate for cats. Smh. She didn’t travel to the past for that.; 5/10

Porzeczka - he is fine, I guess? She would purr at him to go rest. And then would sit on his chest to make sure he can’t get up. It’s the law of the land, you can’t get up if a cat sits on you. I’m not making this up.

Yukimura & Sasuke

No. They have Shingen and Kenshin to baby. No room for pets in that.

Aaand the winner iiiiiis

Kennyo

Solely because he has all the benefits of the above and no annoying neighbours/INTENSE BOSSES/ore excess.

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

#shitpost #ikesen #ikemen sengoku #ikemen series #it's all okay cats are all healthy and despite many attempts they eat only food which is meant for cats #reoccurring bladder issues were a result of neglect which rzodkiew endured before I found her #but it's all good now so dw

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When Magic Fails - chapter 2

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Summary: The Miraculous Cure can fix the damage caused by a specific akuma. But what happens when said damage comes after the Miraculous Cure? When the damage isn't caused by an akuma? Follow Marinette through the worst day of her life. The day where her identity, or Chat's, won't matter any more. The day when she will discover what's really important. But at what price? Lovesquare story.

Warning: VERY intense! Read previous chapter here on Tumblr

Betas: KhanOfAllOrcs, Agrestebug, Etoile-Lead-Sama, Speckleflower, AmberLambda, Anonymousfriend27 and MiniNoire

Big thanks to: Momo|MarinetteAgresteBrand and Genxha

Cover art and chapter art credit: Rosehealer02 on Deviantart.

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by (c) Thomas Astruc; TS1 Bouygues, Disney Channel, Zagtoon, Toei Animation. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

oOo

Chapter 2 - Code Polkadot

It was a race against time. His ring beeped when she passed the Ministère de la Santé, and her own Miraculous beeped in front of the ambassade des Pays-Bas. People watched in horror as she jumped and zipped across the road. She could see their stares, could hear their whispers. They were probably wondering what Ladybug was doing, holding Chat Noir and running madly across the road, both covered in blood, dust and rubble. She glared at anybody that came within a glaring distance.

“WHERE’S THE HOSPITAL?” she shouted at someone who had just stopped on a bike next to her. A familiar face, but her vision was so blurred by tears and sweat that she couldn’t quite make out who the person was. She shrugged off the idea. Four different hands pointed in the same direction, immediately followed by another dozen. She attempted a grateful smile, but was certain, from the frightened reactions of the people on the road, that she had barely managed to put up a painful grimace.

She jumped across in the direction shown and immediately saw her reflection glaring at her from the windows of the building in front of her. She didn’t even stop to consider what she looked like. The words on the building's windows said Hôpital Necker, but they also mentioned "University". She looked around to find the blue "H" that clearly marked a public hospital and saw it just a few metres away, at the side of a small marble arched gate, which led into a courtyard.

She landed in front of it and burst inside; her eyes scanned the courtyard until she saw at her left a door manning the sign “Accueil”. As she walked inside and looked around, she saw lines of metallic black seats. Mothers and children moved to give her space, as well as the people queuing and standing in front of the reception check in. She heard whispers around the room, mothers consoling their children who were asking what happened to Chat Noir. Why were there so many kids? All the patients had children with them; that was weird.

“I need a doctor, quickly!” she said bluntly at the woman sitting at the check in desk. To her disappointment the receptionist was on the phone, so taken with looking at the screen in front of her that she hadn’t even glanced in her direction. Marinette’s gaze quickly ran to Chat Noir’s face. The side of his head was covered in blood, which had mixed together with the dirt and the pieces of mortar in his hair and had made a sort of paste that had glued to his and even to her own suit. Her heart raced faster in her chest. She needed to hurry.

“Have you got your child’s carnet de santé and carte mutuelle, and your carte vitale please?” came from behind the green desk the voice of said receptionist, who stretched her left hand out to her, her eyes still focused on the screen in front of her, her ear still glued to the phone receiver.

Marinette gulped. Child? She looked around again. There were plenty of colourful drawings and cartoon characters embossed on the walls of the reception desk and pictures of children with many different types of illnesses.

Oh yes. Hôpital Necker, the child hospital. That’s right. She had heard of it in the news so many times, looking for donations for their research.

“He’s not my child…” she said. If the situation hadn’t been so serious she was sure Chat would have found it funny.

The middle aged brunette in front of her took her eyes off her screen, put a thick pair of glasses on and gave her a practised look of pure boredom before her brown eyes widened. “Excuse me ma’am,” she said to the person she was talking to on the phone. “I have an emergency here. You will need to redial.” She hung up and dropped the phone receiver.

“La… Ladybug? Oh Jesus… Chat Noir? What… This is a child’s hospital Ladybug… we have adult patients, but they...they’re not our speciality...” She started stammering and paled considerably.

Marinette felt a gush of anger spreading all over her gut as she admitted it, hastily, “I’m fifteen… and I expect him to be around my age. I don’t care if it’s a hospital for children, for aliens or for wild animals. He could die if we don’t act fast. He needs help. NOW.”

People all around started whispering.

“Fifteen?”

“Oh my God.”

“They are kids.”

“Only kids.”

“Maman is Chat Noir really younger than my big brother?”

“Sure.” The woman at the desk picked up the phone and pushed a couple of buttons on it. “Dr. Richter? Yes, Sylvie here at reception. We have an emergency. Oh you know already? Good… code polkadot you say? What is it, I’ve never heard of it. Ah okay... Cool. Yes, they know. They’re 15! Yes. I hear you, yes. Crazy! I’ll tell her. Leave it to me.” She stood and ran out of the accueil’s room; Marinette could only follow. “They’re already waiting for you in front of the SUSI (2).”

Marinette paled. “But I thought this was…” she muttered, but the woman interrupted her.

“Ladybug, you’re in the wrong place. This is the reception for booked appointments and routine visits. The SUSI is over there.” She pointed to the left. “You’re probably going to be faster than the bed. It’s the other side of that rooftop.”

Marinette gave her a grateful look and a nod. “Thank you… Sylvie?”

“Good luck, Ladybug,” she said smiling warmly. “You saved my boyfriend when he was akumatised. This is the least I can do.”

Marinette nodded again and held Chat firmly, jumping on the rooftop as fast as her legs could take her. She immediately saw that three men dressed in blue were waiting at the back entrance of the next building, near what looked like a gurney and an ambulance. She jumped off right beside them.

“We’ve been waiting for you, Ladybug. Nadja Chamack rang the hospital to warn us of your arrival. Please allow me to take him,” one of the nurses said, as he tried to take Chat from her arms.

She initially resisted, but then heard Chat’s ring giving a louder beep, so she gave in. “Please, we need to hurry. One minute and our transformations will fall,” she pleaded. The man’s gaze became stern. He held Chat firmly and moved steadily towards the gurney next to him. He carefully put Chat on it and quickly pushed the gurney inside the building, trying to move it hastily to the corridor leading to a door labelled ‘PU - Urgences’ (1).

A loud beep came from her earrings, and in a flash of pink, Marinette’s transformation fell as she sped next to the nurses, not even trying to hide her face from the crowd that had gathered all around her. Her gaze stayed firmly focused on Chat and on the nurses who were putting what she thought could be an oxygen mask on his mouth and nose, taking advantage of a moment when the gurney stopped because of the crowd. She didn’t even pay any attention to Tikki, who had come out of the earrings and had looked at her worryingly before flying into her purse.

“Ew, what’s that?”

“A giant bug maman!”

“Does Ladybug keep bugs in her purse?”

“WILL YOU ALL PLEASE GO FASTER? HIS SUIT HELPS HIM, BUT THIS COULD BE THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN HIS LIFE OR HIS DEATH! HE’S ONLY GOT A FEW MORE SECONDS TO SPARE!” She could swear that she saw a few flashes and tried to cover her face as best she could. Suddenly she felt someone’s arms wrap around her as a jacket was thrown over her head.

“There’s nothing else to see people, let the gurney pass!” a male voice said. She knew that voice… where had she heard that voice before?

They went through the doors of the PU and walked hastily a little longer until the gurney stopped and moved ninety degrees. The jacket was removed from her head as she heard the zipping sound of curtains being pulled all around them. A quick glance to her surroundings made her realise that they were in a sort of cubicle, protected from the view by a set of blue paper curtains, and the doctors and nurses were surrounding Chat, plugging different cables and machines all around him.

“Where do I plug the oximeter?” one of the nurses asked. She looked very young and a bit pale. She held a sort of peg in her hands, plugged into a machine and tried to attach it to one of Chat’s cat ears. “Nope. Does he have human ears?” She moved his hair at the side of his head and Marinette heard her sighing in relief as she attached the peg to something.

“What happened to him, how did he get hurt, Miss Ladybug?” she heard a doctor ask and she suddenly looked up, realising that the man was talking to her.

“Oh… he fell off the Eiffel Tower…” she started to say. Then she heard the last beep of her partner’s ring and in a flash of green his transformation fell. As Plagg twirled out of the ring and fell with a loud sob on top of Chat’s head, Marinette couldn’t stop her gaze from following the black kwami and running straight to the blond boy laying on the bed.

The plastic mask covered almost all his face, but even with that on, there was not a chance in hell that Marinette wouldn’t recognise his blond mane, now combed neatly to the side of his head and clean from the dirt, but not from the blood that plastered the side of his face. Pale; he was as pale as a ghost. She only caught a glimpse of his face before someone’s arms wrapped around her and held her tight. But that glimpse was enough.

No.

NO!

NOO! It couldn’t be...

“Gamin? Talk to me! Are you okay?” she heard Plagg say. Then, she saw something red dashing around the room, grabbing Plagg, oblivious of his objections, and disappearing behind the curtain. “Tikki, you don’t understand! I need to tell Pigtails! He’s been poi—” the little God of destruction whimpered as he was dragged away. She wasn't sure, but she thought she had seen tears at the corner of Plagg’s electric green eyes. Even her own eyes filled with tears, her chest shaken by loud sobs.

“Mar-Ladybug, it’s okay. He will be safe,” someone said, hugging her tight, but it sounded far away, like a whisper from a different time. "Marinette can you hear me? It's me, Luka," he added in a lower tone of voice. But all Marinette could hear were the sudden angry beeps of the machines in front of her, having gone mad the second Chat's transformation fell. A horde of doctors and nurses rushed to the gurney, busying themselves with plugging in more cables and hooking up strange machines to Chat's body and face.

“Sorry, Mlle. Ladybug, can you please wait over there? We need space!” Marinette heard the voice of one of the doctors say, and she felt Luka’s arms wrapping tighter around her as he tried to move her backwards.

She resisted sternly. That face. She had just given one quick glance to that face. She had to see it again, to see that it wasn’t the face she thought. She wriggled out of Luka’s hold and jerked towards the gurney, peeking around the doctors at work and trying to give another quick look, earning quite a few glares from a couple of nurses.

The neatly combed blond mane framed the handsome face of the boy she would recognise among thousands. As pale as a ghost. His once peachy lips now dry and blue under the transparent plastic mask. His beautiful green eyes closed. Why of all people did it have to be him?

She screamed.

"It's okay, Mar-Ladybug! He will be alright!" Luka's voice said again, his arms firmly wrapped around her shoulders to stop her from lunging straight to the bedside.

"ADRIEEEEN!!!" Her heart-wrenching screams came loud and clear in between the sobs that rocked her chest and lungs.

"Marinette? What… Adrien? Oh girl you must be kidding me! Mar… La-Ladybug?" This was Alya's voice. She heard Luka shushing her, and Alya’s eyes widened, as she corrected herself. What was Alya doing here?

Suddenly, a pair of extra arms wrapped around her from her left side. Another pair from the right, in a vice grip that kept her from going to him, that kept pushing her backwards.

A female voice spoke, the masked emotions trickling in through the tremble in her voice. “You can't go over there! You'll only get in the way of the doctors working on him! Stay here!”

“ADRIE—” A hand cupped over her mouth, barely able to muffle the sounds of heartbreak seeping out of her.

"Shhhhh! Do you want everyone to know, Ma-Ladybug?" It was Kagami's voice. She nearly didn’t recognise it, as the usually confident and blunt tone of the Japanese girl was missing completely. She sounded shaken and emotionally drained. Marinette darted her gaze around to notice that Alya was standing at her right and Kagami at her left, and they were both holding her tight, supporting Luka who held her from behind.

They were all there with her. She wondered when they arrived and how they knew where they were. Nadja probably had told them where she was heading, and they were allowed through the door of the PU before detransforming, Marinette thought, but the sight of Adrien being picked up carefully by one of the nurses and transferred into a hospital bed stopped the last of her rational thoughts from coming through. New sobs shook her chest, as new tears rolled off her cheeks. She buried her face in Alya's chest not even attempting to stop sobbing desperately.

Because Chat was Adrien. And Adrien could die. And it was her fault…

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Notes:

(1) PU - Pavillon des Urgences (A&E/ER)

(2) SUSI - Service d'Urgences et de Soins Intensifs (A&E/ER, Emergency and Intensive Care department)

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Author's Note:

Hi! *Keeps hiding*

I know, I know, this is probably the most catastrophic reveal ever. Please don't hate me!

I'll cut the fluff and get straight to the point. In the next instalment of "When Magic fails", “Secrets in the Open”:

— “We will need to put stitches on this cut at the side of his head.”

— “He has the right to choose how to live his own life!”

— “Chat Noir hasn’t just been injured. He’s been poisoned. And it’s not just an average poison. It’s extremely dangerous.”

I know, I'm cruel. If you want to kill m—, I mean, if you read this and you’re not part of our wonderful Discord server already, but you enjoy reading, writing and talking about Miraculous, please join our Discord server, Miraculous Fanworks (for people on FFN, discord dot gg slash mlfanworks). See you there soon, and see you soon here with the next chapters of this story. Won’t be too long. Promise!

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Colour Changer | two

masterlist | tip jar

warnings: +18, jealousy, verbal fighting, alcohol, angst & bit o’ drama (also endeavour if that needs to be put as a warning)

word count: 4.4k

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Things were good with Keigo for a while, when you both had a day off of work you would spend hours watching movies and doing all the couplely things that you would roll your eyes to.

That was before he stopped turning up to your dates, before he stopped sitting at the bar during your shifts to help them go by quicker, and before he no longer replied to your texts.

It had been 3 weeks since you heard from him, his last response to you was “Yeah” and nothing else. You had called and text him multiple times since, but he stopped reading them in the first week.

It was exactly 3 days ago when you sent him one last text asking if you were over and he hadn’t responded - you could only take that as a ‘yes’.

The thought of something happening to him during a patrol crossed your mind, but you’d seen through social media and the news that he’d been going out to parties and had been seen recently. There was no excuse you could have given him, he was ignoring you.

Trying to savour the last of your pride, you blocked his number. You weren’t interested in anything he had to say.

At least you still had your job. You’d actually picked up more shifts at the bar since your ‘break up’ to try and keep yourself busy, there was something about spending time alone in your apartment that reminded you of him.

It hurt, you weren’t going to lie to yourself, it probably hurt more than it should have done. But this was the first time you had let down your guard for someone, and this was how they treated you.

You tried not to think about it.

It was your 9th consecutive shift at the bar and some of your regulars had started to notice that you were working more than normal, as well as your boss.

“You working more shift’s has actually improved our business, a lot of the customers are showing up more just because you’re here more often” they had said before the start of your shift, then they proceeded to slide your pay check across the table to you.

When you opened it up and saw that your pay rate had increased, you opened your mouth to ask if there was a mistake, you didn’t want them on your ass about it later down the line.

“You earned it” they said, giving you a pat on the back as they left the bar in your hands. It was a Thursday night, so you were in charge of a small team, mainly first year college kids trying to pay rent.

This shift was going on as normally as any other, when 10pm struck the normal crew of Heroes strolled in, probably wanting to relax from their hard day of patrols and fighting.

“Endeavour, you’re looking as happy as ever” you joked with the man sitting at the bar, he grumbled slightly as you instinctively started making his usual. “What’s got you looking extra gloomy today?” you asked him, just wanting some conversation out of someone over the age of 18.

“Paperwork” he mumbled before taking the freshly made drink from your hands and knocking it back, apparently it had really been a bad day. “Oh, ew” you tried to sympathise with him, “We’ve got this whole charity Gala coming up soon and for some reason it’s fallen on me to organise it” by the time he had finished explaining he had finished his drink.

Almost like a conveyer belt, as soon as the glass touched the counter, you had already scooped it up and started giving him a refill. “Actually that reminds me-” he said, wiping away the residue of alcohol that had fallen onto his beard “-are you free this Saturday?” he made eye contact with you, something Endeavour rarely did. You felt a chill go down your spine.

Mentally going through your calendar, you remembered your boss forcing you to take the weekend off, something about labour law and you not being legally allowed to work that many days.

“I might be” you side eyed him as you put his second drink down, “Why? Are you trying to get me alone?” you casually raised an eyebrow at him, it had been so long since you had flirt with anyone, the feeling was strange but not so completely alien to you.

To your surprise, a deep chuckle and a slight smile came out of him, “Someone else has organised the catering and they’re insisting they bring their own bartender”, as soon as he said the last word you knew where this was going, “I don’t trust them, I’d rather have someone I know is capable” he never broke eye contact with you.

Immediately you were trying to think of an excuse to say no, you wished you had said you were working “I-” you started but was interrupted “Hawks will be there-” now it was your turn to interrupt him by groaning “Please don’t talk to me about him” you rolled your eyes.

Honestly, it was the first time you had heard his name since everything, “I thought you guys had a thing going on?” Endeavour asked, yet again, finishing his drink - you had no idea where he put all that alcohol. “Yeah, well, so did I. Until he ghosted me” you weren’t exactly sure why you were being so open with the number one Hero, but here you were.

“I’m sorry” he sounded as though he actually meant it, if you weren’t already looking at him, you would have doubted it left his mouth. “I still need someone, and with you I’d know the event was going to be a success, I’ll pay you more than you get here” his tone was still soft, as though he was walking on glass, but he knew what he wanted.

Poking your tongue out between your lips to wet them before you spoke, you feigned cockiness “Actually, I just got a raise, apparently people come here to see me”, before you had even finished your sentence, he had raised an eyebrow as though you were insulting him.

“Whatever they’re paying you, I’ll double it” straightened his back as though now that he was talking business the niceties were gone. “Double a shift’s wage? That’s not worth-“ he cut you off, “Double your yearly, for one night” he folded his arms.

If you had been drinking something, you’d have spat it out, but instead your eyes flickered in disbelief and your mouth parted slightly.

Smirking, knowing he’d basically won you over already, he wrote down the details on a napkin and handed it to you along with 50 thousand Yen - before you could question it, he spoke up “It’s a black suit event so get something nice for yourself”.

He didn’t wait for confirmation before changing the subject, at least he kept you company for the rest of the night.

You’d taken Endeavour’s advice and went shopping for a new black dress for the Gala, you had to at least look the part even if you didn’t want to be there. The dress you decided on was tight and hugged you in all the right places, it was very flattering, you had debated on whether or not to go for a nice dress, but you didn’t want to waste the money he’d given you.

Before you could really prepare yourself, you were setting up your space in the huge Gala hall. You’d turned up early so you could add some finishing touches to your bar before all the Heroes started turning up, you’d be more efficient if you knew where every type of alcohol was.

You’d taken the liberty of bringing some of the cocktail shakers from your work so you were familiar with the tools, but they had already supplied you with enough for a small team. Although, when the clock rolled around to 10 minutes before the Heroes were supposed to turn up, there was no sign of any other bartenders.

If Endeavour had hired you and only you, he was going to get an earful, Number One Hero or not.

That was exactly what he had done.

At first you slightly panicked, wondering how the hell you were going to manage so many orders all at once, but there were about 30 Champagne Waitresses making their rounds on the floor that kept everyone away from you.

Not to say that you weren’t extremely busy, but you were able to serve the Heroes fast enough that you were able to put on a bit of a performance, doing your normal tricks of tapping the cocktail shaker and changing the liquid contents as it was being poured into people’s glasses.

Like normal, the onlookers were amazed.

It still befuddled you that in a world of crime-fighting Heroes, someone who could change colours was something to gape at. Your quirk was more for show than practicality really.

When the majority had some type of alcoholic drink in their hand, the speeches started, everyone had stopped what they were doing to listen to the grey haired man talk about the charity that this whole thing was for and give a list of thank you’s that seemed to go on forever.

Meanwhile, you decided to utilise this time to clean down your bar and restock some of the empty bottles, you weren’t quite sure what was going on with Gang Orca but he’d nearly finished a whole bottle of vodka by himself so you were keeping an eye on him. He seemed completely fine with no sign of intoxication, maybe his huge form was absorbing the alcohol.

You were sure as soon as this presentation had finished you were going to be swamped, even you were feeling the need for a drink, and oh boy were you right.

The moment the dim lights were brought back up and the music was turned back on there wasn’t a single space by the bar that wasn’t full. You expected people to start getting impatient because they were having to wait for their drinks, but strangely they were more than happy to wait and chat to you and each other, the amount of tips you were getting tonight would be enough to pay your rent for 2 months.

After the swarm of people were served and you had a second to breathe, you froze, golden eyes staring awkwardly at you “Shot of tequila” he bluntly said, he didn’t even have the manners to ask like everyone else was. You gave him a similarly cold response by just nodding and putting the shot glass on the metal surface with a little bit too much force and pouring the golden liquid into it, you also gave him a wedge of lime and gave him the salt shaker.

Without saying anything, he handed you the money and took his shot. You both seemed to breathe a breath of relief when the Number One Hero parted the line of people and approached the bar, you smiled maybe too much upon seeing him.

“Endeavour!” Hawks exclaimed when he saw his partner, “Have a shot with me!” he continued and you instinctively started preparing his normal tumbler of whiskey. Enji grumbled at the young heroes request, you would have died on the spot if you saw Endeavour do a shot.

After placing the his empty glass on the wood in front of him, you quickly washed your hands in the miniature sink the event space had provided you, dried them on your small towel, and scooped up three cubes of ice.

Both men looked at you with intent, you had served them enough for them to know this wasn’t your normal routine.

You allowed one cold cube to run down your palm and to the tip of your fingers, the second before it left your touch, you turned the white object into a gorgeous red. Uncurling your pinkie and ring-finger, you let the other two pieces do the same thing - changing the second one to orange and then the last one to yellow.

A small crowd of a few customers were ogling at what you were doing as though they had never seen it before, or it may have been because someone was paying attention to the Number One Hero despite everyone’s fear of him.

It was nice to see him smiling, but it was even better to see the faint grimace on Keigo’s face. Good, you thought. After the way he treated you, you wanted him to know what he was missing.

Endeavour reached out for the glass but before he could grab hold of it you slapped his hand playfully, you heard a few faint gasps in the miniature crowd that had formed, and a couple of terrified glances towards the Pro Hero on your behalf.

“Be patient” you smirked at him, you had to admit it to yourself, you were being very brave. You barely knew this man apart from his drink order, being so informal with him was a huge risk as you didn’t know how he would react.

He chuckled at your coyness, and your heart relaxed.

Cupping your hand in front of his face, you poured his favourite whiskey into your hand and let it run through your fingers, you held the bottle high enough so people could see the dark brown liquid flowing out of the nozzle and then quickly drizzle out between your fingers as a golden-yellow with bright red swirls.

Once you had poured the right amount into the glass, you pushed the tumbler towards him and washed the remaining alcohol off your hand before it became sticky.

“I’m surprised he let her do that” someone mumbled a little bit too loudly, then another voice piped up “It’s not very hygienic”. Endeavour was happily sipping at his drink while Keigo was doing his best not to make eye contact with you still, this was too good of an opportunity to give up, so you mustered up all your courage and said in the most confident tone you could “It’s okay, he knows where my hands have been”.

If you weren’t mistaken, everyone inhaled sharply at the exact same time, all but Enji who side-eyed Keigo and then put his eyes back on you with a knowing glint - something told you that he knew what you were trying to do and understood his role. Maybe your hands would stop shaking sometime soon now that you knew he was going along with it.

“Thank you for the dress by the way” you added, gently placing your hand on his arm for a second before going back to serving the line of customers you had, you felt as though there was enough of an audience to make your point, “It fits you nicely” was all he added, it was more of a response than you were expecting.

Deciding it was probably best to not push your luck too much with the flame hero, you turned your attention to the multiple pairs of eyes looking at you “What do you guys think?” doing a little twirl with what little space you had, of course the chorus of men erupted into whoops and cheers- you think you even heard Present Mic yelling “Hot” from one of the other stands.

Satisfied with the scene you had caused, you went back to pouring drinks, using all sorts of tricks you’d never been able to do before. You changed the whole bar to whatever colour the current customer wanted, even going as far as to change your own hair colour to gain praise from them.

Honestly, you were starting to feel like your old self again, that was until you saw something small and red weave it’s way through the different pumps and towards you.

Slamming your hand down on the bar and hard as you could, you crushed the delicate feather under your force, “If I see another feather come across this line-“ you drew and invisible line across the wood with your finger “-I’ll cut you off” you said bluntly, throwing the feather back towards it’s owner.

He opened his mouth to say something but you interrupted him, “Do you want to get thrown out?”, he chuckled to himself slightly and shook his head “Like you could” his tone was playful yet arrogant, “I don’t have to” you put the emphasis on ‘I’ and shifted your gaze toward Enji who had coincidentally caught your eye, he very lightly smiled at you and gave a small gesture that you assumed was a wave.

That was the last straw, Keigo’s tone shifted and he stormed away from the bar, the entire night passed and you didn’t see him again. A part of you was glad, you didn’t have to keep looking over your shoulder, but that pit in your stomach was back, and just as you had started to feel better.

On the plus side, you didn’t have to clean and close the bar, the venue had hired some cleaners to take care of all the mess after everyone was done. Thank God.

The walk home was quiet and lonely, it was about 3am and most people had gone to sleep hours ago, so the ominous hum of streetlights really put you on edge- that, and that nervous feeling of being watched.

You tried to hurry along the uneven ground as quickly as you could, not wanting to tempt fate too much; how ironic would it have been? To be attacked by a Villain after spending an evening with Heroes.

A gust of wind blew your hair into your face and blocked your vision entirely for a few seconds, it was quickly followed by a force connecting with your back and then wrapping around your front.

You felt your feet leave the ground and the harsh whistle of wind rushing past your ears deafened you - your senses were blocked off. The wind was too loud to hear, and your hair acted like a self-inflicted blindfold, you were so disorientated that you thought you were going to be sick.

When your feet finally touched solid ground and the force holding you ease up, you stumbled forwards and fell to your knees, hands spread out in front of you. “What’s going on with you and Endeavour?” you heard a familiar voice say from behind you, you could not believe this.

“What?!” you exclaimed, aggressively turning yourself so you were now half laid down on the floor, you saw Hawk’s standing in front of his open window with the moonlight shining behind him casting a silhouette. “You kidnapped me to ask me about Endeavour?” you vocalised how ridiculous the situation was.

Hawk’s folded his arms in frustration, “You seemed pretty cosy with him earlier” he said bluntly, “So what if I was?” you bit back, your emotions were high and you didn’t know which voice to listen to - you were pissed off beyond your control, hurt and mildly frightened.

You knew Hawk’s wouldn’t hurt you, but the amount of hate in his eyes made you question him for a moment.

“Is that how it is? You moved on from to my partner?” he sounded disgusted with you and to be completely honest you were glad, he had hurt you so much in such a short amount of time it felt as though he was getting what he deserved.

“What do you care?” you snarled at him and turned your head away, not wanting to look at him. “What do I-?” he started but interrupted himself by rubbing his hand down his face. “Of course I care!” he extended his arms towards you as you dragged yourself up off the floor and brushed the flakes of dust and dirt off your new dress.

“If you cared about me you wouldn’t have left” you mumbled to yourself, not intending for him to hear but it seems regardless of whether or not he heard, he wanted you to say it again “What did you say?!” he raised his voice, to match his aggression you raised your voice louder “If you cared about me you wouldn’t have left!”.

There was silence for a moment, no words, just the sound of heavy breathing as you both decided whether or not it was worth carrying on this subject.

“Take me home” you gave up, exasperated at the situation. All you had wanted for the last couple of weeks was to hear from Keigo, and for him to tell you that you were still together, but now that you were actually in front of him, you wanted nothing more than to disappear.

He took a few steps towards you, “No-” he forced the air out of his throat like a bullet coming out of a gun, “-Not until you admit it” he continued, his hostile tone never wavering. “Admit what?” you laughed dryly, “Are you fucking Endeavour?” he asked bluntly and your jaw almost hit the floor.

“Not that it’s any of your business, but no I’m not” you answered him honestly, folding your own arms and glancing around towards the front door, if he wouldn’t take you home you would have to take yourself.

“How is it none of my business?” he snapped at you, “Because you left me!” you shouted over the top of him before he managed to finish his sentence, “I gave you every part of me and you couldn’t even be bothered to send a goodbye text” you finally let out what you felt like you had been holding onto for your whole life.

Taking a deep breath in and then with a sharp exhale you said, in a calmer tone “I’m leaving”, without giving him the option to respond you marched your way towards the apartment door.

Before you could take hold of the handle you felt your shoulder being pulled around and your body being pushed against the door, the next thing you saw were two golden eyes staring back at you .

“Let me go” you said through gritted teeth, “Not until you’ve listened to me” he was talking in a hushed voice as though all the anger and upset had left him in that instant, “I don’t want to-” you started but it was his turn to interrupt you, “You have no idea how dangerous my job is, the type of people I’m working with-” he stopped mid-sentence to glance around the room as though he was being watched.

“I was there every night, I watched you walk home from work to make sure you were okay” his voice was starting to crack and you could see water starting to well up in his bottom eye lid, “I missed you so much, but I had to keep you safe”.

Watching him come undone in front of you, you felt a pit fall in your stomach as extreme guilt flushed over you.

Your body moved without you asking it to and before you knew it your hands were wrapped in his hair and your lips were against his.

The kiss started as soft and gentle, but as soon as the shock had left his system he cupped your face in his hand and started kissing you as though it was the last time.

Things got heated very quickly, Keigo pushed the hem of your dress up until it was bunched up at your waist and wasted no time shuffling your underwear down for you to step out of.

Unbuckling his belt like he wouldn’t live to see tomorrow, he let his jeans fall to the floor as he picked you up by your thighs and pushed you further into the door. His kisses became more erratic as he lowered you onto his cock.

The euphoria you both felt as the familiar sensation of him filling you again flooded to your brain, you gripped his shoulders tighter to try and stay stable. Instantly he started moving his hips, dragging himself in and out of you at a rapid pace.

The apartment was filled with a mixture of Keigo’s grunts, your moans and the door sounding as though it was on the brink of death. “I missed you so much” he mumbled against your neck as he dug his fingers into your bare thighs, his thrusts were ruthless and you could feel that you were getting close to your orgasm.

“I missed you too” you managed to breath out in between moans. You could feel the friction of your back rubbing against his door and you knew you would be waking up with a bruise. But you didn’t care.

Before either of you could say anything else you felt your walls clench down around him, emphasising every muscle and vein in his member, Ah, fuck” he growled, pushing himself even further into you as you let him pound you through your orgasm.

He grunted a couple of times and his mouth hung open, he moved one of his hands to hold your shoulder down as the pressure of his chest against yours held you in place. “I love you” he confessed, locking eyes with you, you were still panting from your own high so you weren’t able to respond, “I lo-” he started to say before he snapped his hips against yours and you felt him cum inside of you.

Flopping his head forward so your foreheads were touching, neither of you moved to allow the moment to last as long as it could- neither of you wanting your bubble of bliss to be popped.

“I mean it” he barely even whispered as he pulled his head away so he could look you in the eye, “I do love you” he repeated himself. Your heart leapt, your relationship hadn’t gone on long enough for either of you to have said the ‘L’ word yet.

But being away from him these last couple of weeks solidified how you truly felt, “I love you too” you smiled at him as he kissed your forehead.

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A fluffy dog is a great pillow | Aizawa Shouta

Hades!Aizawa | Greek Gods AU

Category: fluff

1.3k words; Aizawa’s greatest rival in his realm is a three-headed dog

Your side of the bed is cold. That’s what wakes Aizawa up from his much-needed slumber, the lack of familiar heat. His eyes crack open despite his brain insisting that he keeps them closed, and sure enough, you’re nowhere to be seen.

The joints in his back pop as he stretches lightly sitting up. The air in his palace is always chilly and it would have made goosebumps along his bare top if he was human. It’s one of the things you always complain about and use as an excuse to slip into his robes. You think it’s sneaky. He thinks it’s adorable.

Servants file into the room at his call, holding his clothes and various rolls of scripts. Even looking at them is enough to make him groan and return to bed. Aizawa hates his fortune of pulling the short straw compared to the other gods. They get to wreak havoc and mess with humans as much as they like without a second thought about him, who’s stuck with cleaning up their messes in the afterlife. Bakugou, the God of War, is the most troublesome of them all right now because he’s throwing a tantrum by creating, who would have guessed it, war.

Lots and lots of war. Which means extra humans are dying. Which means his time with you diminishes. And with the number of diseases and crises that are happening around the world right now, Aizawa is so close to grabbing the brat by his throat and casting him off into Tartarus. Along with Mineta for the diseases.

The only thing stopping him is how you would frown admonishingly at him if he does.

Moaning, Aizawa drags himself off the comfortable and plush bed and dresses in his usual black robe. His tailors have long given up on trying to make fancy and colourful clothes for him, knowing it would just collect dust in storage.

The servants trot after him with scrolls piled high in their arms, rapidly reading them out for him to make the decision. Most of them are mind-numbingly similar; they range from killers to normal civilians to worshippers to heathens, and his verdict is nearly instantaneous thanks to the amount of repetitive work he’s done over millennia. He’s more focused on tracking you down in this uselessly huge palace. But you’re not in any of your usual spots: not in the library, not in the personal garden he created for you or the dining hall enjoying treats.

Aizawa eventually makes his way to the throne room, folding himself on the huge throne. One huge stack done, about thirty more to go.

He groans and lays his head on the obsidian armrest, hoping the freezing stone would numb his brain so he would have an excuse to get out of this chore. He has competent workers. Surely they could do it and leave him alone with you to enjoy the afternoon. But, as usual, his work ethics get in the way.

His eyes drag across the large room until they reach a black furball hiding halfway in the shadows. The bright red collar on its neck indicates its Cerberus, but a bit of white also gleams through in the dark. Frowning, he waves the attendants off and makes his way to it.

To his delight, it’s you that’s wearing the white dress he got you a couple of days ago and is currently being smothered by Cerberus’s fur. All three of its heads lift at his arrival, whimpering quietly as not to wake you. He scratches between its several pairs of ears to calm it down and it returns to its previous position.

Aizawa directs his attention to you, snoozing away while snuggling in the dog’s warmth. He crouches down, sweeping your hair behind your ear to get a clear look at your face. Your face is serene, eyelashes fluttering while your lips form into a small smile. You do that whenever you have a nice dream, and he’s half tempted to summon Shinsou to enable him to enter them. His consideration for your privacy always stops him, though.

It’s your first time wearing the dress and he’s pleased with how beautiful you look in it, how it hugs your form perfectly. You squealed and thanked him profusely when you received it, giving him a rare hug. He revelled in the sensation of your body against his before you apologised and detached from him.

Pushing away Cerberus’s legs gently, Aizawa squirms into place next to you. His arm rests around your shoulder, playing with slivers of your hair. You complained before how the change in atmosphere was absolutely abysmal for them but they seem to be regaining their shine now. He presses light kisses to your head and you wake up at the contact.

You yawn as your eyes crack open to the unfamiliar ceiling of the great hall. Aizawa hums your name, smiling at your panicked squeak.

“Aizawa-san!”

“I told you, it’s Shouta. You don’t have to be formal with me.” He loves how you get flustered when he asks you to be casual with him and he truly loves your flushed face.

“S—Shouta. Sorry, I’m still… kind of embarrassed.” You burrow your face into Cerberus’s fur, eyes peeking out. He gives you a kind and soft smile, slipping his arm behind your waist and pulling you towards him. Another squeak escapes you as you fall onto his uncovered chest.

“Why are you sleeping here? Was the bed uncomfortable?” He did his best to change everything to suit your human body since you weren’t as tough as him or the other permanent residents of the Underworld, except for the temperature. It just returns to its frigid cold after hours of him readjusting it.

“No, of course not! Everything is amazing and lovely, don’t worry! I just went to get a cup of water and I passed this hall. And Cerby was curled up here, looking so sad all alone, and he was whimpering in the dark, so… I was just going to hug him and give him some treats but I accidentally fell asleep.” You coo at its adorable faces as you rub on them. “Aw, aren’t you all adorable, yes you are! I don’t understand why people think you’re so scary when you’re just a big pile of soft hair and mush and love.”

You completely ignore him as you baby-talk to the harmless monster more, kissing it on its three snouts. Aizawa’s eyes narrow as he feels heat rising to his head. He’s never liked how you’re so affectionate to the dog, how you’d immediately leave his side for a chance to cuddle it. His eyes would pierce into the back of your head while his servants sigh in the background, shaking their heads at their master’s antics.

This dog again, even after I told it to stay away from [Name]... It’s fine, it’s fine, it’s just one of many, many monsters I have in this place and I can easily replace it with a ca—

“Ah, Cerby! Ew!” You groan as its three tongues lick your face, salivating all over you. “This was new! I’m sorry, I’ll wash i—” Your apology is cut short as Aizawa lifts you up in his arms, glaring at the dog. It whimpers under his glower, heads bowing. “Ai—Aizawa?”

“I told you, it’s Shouta. Besides, it’s fine.” He turns and carries you down the hallway. “You’re not going to wear it for much longer, anyway.”

He absolutely adores your blushing face.

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futurewriter2000 · 4 years

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Girls play Games, Women don’t. - pt. 2

A/N: I love writing this so much already.

He has been following you like a creep. It was almost pathethic of him to try and find you alone but when he finally did, he found himself incredibly nervous.

You weren’t at breakfast, which made him incredibly frustrated becasue he only got up in the morning and went to breakfast so he could talk to you but in the end you weren’t there. He should have seen this coming, you usually came to class right before him. He was the last to come to class, you were the second last.

He didn’t know how he remembered that but like he had said before; he knew you.

He waited you to come to class but you seemed to be in a really bad mood. Your face was annoyed, tired and your hair was a mess. It almost made him chuckle at the realization how you remind him of himself. He hated mornings just as much as you did but something told him, you hated getting up early more than him. You buried your head into your palms and later fell asleep.

He couldn’t get you alone right after. The bell ran, he turned away for a second to throw his things into his bag and the moment he turned around, you were already gone.

“Bloody hell. How fast is that woman?.” he cursed under his breath, slinging his bag over his shoulder only to find himself standing alone in the hallway. “Bollocks.” he put his hands behind his head, looking around.

He didn’t have the next class with Slytherins until tomorrow and he was too impatient to just... wait.... like a normal human being.

So he stalked you and when he had finally found you walking down the corridor with your natural hair let down and your robe following you swiftly, he could feel his heart beating faster... his hands clammy.

He didn’t plan this. He only planned to get you alone, not what came afterwards but your hair. They were let down.

One other thing he noticed about you was that somtimes you changed your hairstyles after classes. He never knew why but every time you came to another class, your hair seemed styled differently.

You saw him standing down the corridor, frozen on the spot as you caught him watching you. He looked away, leaning on the wall and running his hand up and down on the side of his neck.

He was nervous.

You wanted to walk by but it was so obvious. You didn’t want to be fast and direct, so you decided to beat around the bushes for a bit. You stopped next to him. He was facing you his back, which sort of made you laugh.

“I think you forgot your invisibility cloak.” you started to tease, simply not being able to help yourself.

He turned around and found you smiling at him, your eyes in a coloured, twinkling crescent as your hair framed your face with their waves. He felt more relaxed, seeing you this friendly.

“Hah... uh... yeah.” he kept his hand on the side of his neck, thinking twice of what you said. “Wait- how do you know about the-”

“Everybody knows about Potter’s invisibility cloak. You twats aren’t really silent about your little schemes.” you let out another laugh, something that was extremely foreign to him. “So... you have been following me all day. Any particular reason?”

Talking about ‘beating around the bushes’ with you, (y/n).

“Nothing get’s past you, does it?” he quirked an eyebrow and you snorted, still waiting for his reply. He put his hands in his pockets again, causing you to quirk an eyebrow. “I wanted to get you alone but your possy seemes to be following you everywhere.”

“Says the one, who keeps to Potter like shirt and pants.”

He snorted, a bit amused by you. He had never talked to you before but when he did, as in now, you seemed to lure him into a playful conversation that seemed effortless and smooth. Usually, when it came to girls, he would find himself talking and teasing, them only blushing red and giggling but now with you, (y/n).

“So you do know me?”

“I know of you.” you crossed your arms over your chest and leaned back.

“Of me?” he mirrored your position, clicking his tongue. “Meaning?”

“Meaning, I know you hang out with those foud Gryffindors, comes late to class, talks back to teachers, never quiet, always loud, seeking for his prey-” you narrowed your eyes at him, circling him around and making him laugh. “- like a snake ready to be fed.”

He continued to laugh, tilting his head back. “You mean my sexual reputation.”

“Ew, no.” you grimaced, causing his to change his facial expression. “I don’t care about your sexual reputation. I care, why are you following me?”

“Why do you think?” he put his palm against the wall behind you, backing you against it.

You only snorted and removed yourself from his grip. “Wouldn’t know your intention Black for the death of me.” you shrugged, backing away a bit.

Why would you do that? It made him frustrated and entertained at the same time.

“I just didn’t understand how could your reason for rejecting my love offer-” he wiggled his eyebrows at you as he approached you, causing your eyes to roll one more time.

“Love offer?” you scoffed.

“- was the fact that you don’t know me when we have literally been classmates for all 7 years of Hogwarts and we even sat together at Astronomy in our-”

“Second year?” you finished, pushing yourself off the wall behind you and walking towards him as well. “I remember. Worst year of Astronomy for me.”

“Ouch.” he placed his hand on his heart yet not a single hint of offense was granted on his face.

“The real reason was that I just don’t like you.”

That was offensive.

“I don’t like you and I don’t trust you.” you shrugged, leaning against the other wall and putting one foot against it. “You’ve never talked to me before, I never talked to you before. I have my life, you have yours. You hate Slytherins, never tried to cover that one up. You play around with girls like some toys. Excuse me if I don’t want that.”

“Wow...” he furrowed his eyebrows, his temper rising. “Please, insult me more.”

“I’m not trying to insult you, Sirius.” you pushed yourself back to him, standing up straight and watching his piercing grey eyes glower at you. You softened your facial expression, took a hold of his arm, near his elbow and shook it a little. With your eyes glimmering in the light and your lips pushing up your cheeks, he felt a bit more relaxed. Your touch seemed to give a different kind of energy. “I’m sorry.” you shook your head, taking a step back. “If I offended you but I thought you wanted to know why and I told you too.”

“But that’s not me.” he felt himself blurt out as soon as your hand left his arm.

You felt surprised by his desperate tone but let out a soft giggle. “I thought we knew everything about each other.”

He cleared his throat, trying to prevent any other squeaks of his voice coming out his mouth. He wanted to speak but you cut him off, your eyelashes batting at him with tease.

“You’re not mad, are you?” you cooed, clearly enjoying this little entertainment.

He felt as if he was on the other side of this. He was never in this position yet with you, he was. “No.” he tried to supress a smile but it kept coming up.

“Then we’re good?” you backed away, smiling brightly.

“I guess.”

“So, no more stalking?”

He let out a snort. “You’re-” he tried to speak but couldn’t find any words to describe you. He only watched you back away with those sparkly eyes and that playful grin of yours. “Unbelivable.” he muttered to himself, his hand waving at you as you disappeared around the corner.

He turned to walk back to his dorm, his mind not even once taking a break from your twinkling eyes. He never saw eyes like yours. He never felt warmth like yours.

Maybe... maybe you really weren’t someone who he thought you were. Maybe you’re better than he imagined.

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hopefullawyerskeletonpalace · 3 years

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TERUSHIMA x reader, slow burn :))

It was a slow cold winters day in the shop. The heater had busted last week and there wasn’t anyone free for another day or two to come down and fix it. Your town was small and the only help was a four hour drive out for the company. It also didn’t help that they prioritised the people in their own little city before yours. Turns out a new, faster functioning, heater was produced by this company and everyone just had to have one for the holidays. Of course, much to your misfortune, left you in a frigid corner store. Luckily, you happened to pack a wool sweater, you had morning exercises with your team. You went to a little school, not much could be said about the team you managed but you didn’t care. You loved your boys, and you didn’t mind hopping into a few exercises if it meant it pumped up their blood.

You jumped a little, glancing up at the door in the corner, as the bell nudged you out of your thoughts. You gave a quick and soft smile to the other who had just entered. You gently stretched out your back as you watched them round the isle. A few pops followed a quick chain up your back as you did. With a satisfying sigh you lean back your hands onto your stool, puffing your chest out slightly. Before you could get too comfortable scanning the store, the person who had walked in just a moment ago approached you.

The Male was tall, lean, and had a mischievous smile plastered on his lips. When he finally reached the counter he placed a packaged milk bread in front of you, finally dragging his eyes to yours. You seemed handsome, that was clear, however you felt a strong wave of playboy vibes radiating off of him. You sighed mentally, hoping he didn’t try to pick up on you. Or worse, think you weren’t good enough to be picked up upon. With a tug of your hair coil you sat up and then slouched down into a comfortable position.

“Find everything alright?” You quipped, looking at the one item he wanted to purchase. You gently help it under and scanned it, looking back up at the bleached blonde for your answer.

He chuckled, gently stuffing one arm in his volleyball team’s jacket. “Yeah, but I think I might have forgotten something- oh! I know, it’s your number.” He hummed playfully. He leaned gently onto the counter, not to get uncomfortably close or anything. He looked like he was just reliving some of the stress upon his feet.

You snorted softly, holding your hand out, “that’ll be 5.15”. He looked back over at you, pulling out his card. You finished the transaction as he picked up his bread. However, he didn’t leave right away, much to your amusement.

“So, is that a no? Darn and I thought I was being so smooth.” He chimed, looking around the store. After assessing there wasn’t anyone he’d be bugging by holding up a line. He turned back to you. “I could buy more stuff,” he joked.

You chortled you yourself gently shoving his shoulder in a playful way, “go home!” You chirped, glancing down at your watch. You looked back up at him, laying your head in your hand as you stared at him engaged in his response to your next quip, “my number isn’t just something you can purchase, stranger.”

He smiled slightly lopsided, placing his hand onto the counter to lean onto it. “Aw c’mon stranger? That’s a little harsh don’t you think?,” he held up his bread, “it’s me, the guy who brought the bread!” He finished, pleased with the little giggle he gained from you.

“Alright alright, if it makes you leave” you agreed, gently writing it onto his arm. “If you send me a dick pic I will block you though.” You ended, leaning back into your chair.

Now it was his turn to laugh. He pulled his sleeve down to hide the number from others. “Deal, oh! I’m terushima- the stranger.” He added, looking back at you. “(Y/n)” was his response, which he gladly appreciated. “Well (y/n)! It’s an honour basking in your presence!” He chuckled waving as he walked away to the door.

You sighed contently, once again alone in the cold room. That terushima guy seemed nice enough. Though, you hadn’t recognised his school’s colours. Maybe he was visiting for a tournament? Or practice matches? You shrugged off your growing curiosity as you stood. You grabbed onto the broom next to you, deciding doing something for the last two hours was better then nothing.

Your night shift came to a close as you locked up the now dark store. You pocketed your keys, and turned to face the sidewalk in front of you. You gently started to rub your hands together as you walked down the road. You whined internally at the chilly temperature, why’d it have to be so cooold! You hated this season, but also couldn’t make yourself stay mad forever. The thought of hot cocoa you know you have waiting for you would be worth it in the end. Your roommate had a pretty good recipe, though she refused to tell you it due to her claiming it was her baby, and you don’t just give those to others. She was pretty cool, she is your best friend after all. You glanced up, looking at the red bricked building in front of you, your apartment. Clutching the door knob, you felt as if your nose would fall off if you stayed out any longer. Quickly making your way inside and up the stairs, you had found ourself in the soft and sweet scent of your living room. You slipped off your boots and made your way to the kitchen.

“Oh! You’re home already?” Your friend asked, holding up the whisk she had been mixing your hot chocolate with. “I thought I was too early making it- but I suppose I wasn’t! That’s a relief, better piping hot then lukewarm- ew!” She giggled, poking her tongue in ‘disgust’. She was shorter then you, but not short in general. Her hair was short and shaggy, always finding its way to cover her eyes.

“Yeah, thanks by the way.” You smiled, walking over to the bar and taking a seat. You were currently abroad, with your friend in Japan. You picked up a job to help learn the language, being around others speaking it fluently made it easier to adjust. Plus now you had a little extra cash to spoil yourself with. Speaking of the job, “..uh hey- you won’t really guess what happened at work” you chirped, gently laying on your arms relaxing into the warm room.

“No? Lemme guess, ..hmmm- someone didn’t try to steal something did they??” Your friend piped up again, turning to make sure that her fears were wrong. Once she heard your giggle she assumed she was wrong. “Oh? Hmmm what was it?” She asked, giving in.

“Uh- someone asked for my number and I-“ before you could finish a loud happy squeal emitted from the other girl. She quickly shoved the hot cocoa into your hands and lead you to the couch. She plopped next to you, declaring she needed all of the details. “He just- walked in and asked- and used some stupid line about my number-“ once again she was soon cut off by her friend as she pointed over to your buzzing phone. You rolled your eyes playfully at her, grabbing it. You opened your phone reading over the message with your friend looking over your shoulder.

???:Hey, this is terushima y’know, “bread boy” so, wanna grab something to eat while I’m out here? I’m with my team for a match and I have a spare day so..

You quickly changed his user name to ‘Bread Boy’ with a baguette emoji next to it. Your friend gently pushed you telling you about how amazing your game must be. You only rolled your eyes at her antics. “Should I? I only just met the guy after all-“ you asked nervously before your friend quickly piped in, “I’ll come along! I’ll invite a friend or something so it looks like a double date- so he doesn’t think I’m third wheeling.” Your friend exclaimed, but you were pretty sure it was just an excuse for her to get that tall guy from the town over to acknowledge her. You shook your head as you started your reply.

You: sounds great! Tomorrow work? I get off at three. Would it be cool if my friend comes along with her date?

Bread Boy: sounds good to me! I say we just explore, I haven’t seen much of this place so I’d love to see it.

You smiled to yourself, much to your friends aw’s. You replied with a “sure” before tossing your phone. You glanced over at your friend who as well, got a positive response from her ‘date’. You chuckled, finally taking your first sip from your hot chocolate. “Oh, meet me at work at three, I think I wanna go to lunch and then walk around the shopping district or something. Oh! There’s that cute thrift store not too far yeah? Do you mind driving?” You hummed, the tires demon dragging your eye lids down.

“Yeah I have no problem with it! But you have to sit in the back! I wouldn’t want your date getting lonely” she teased, standing. She left to go take care of the dishes, leaving you to your slight embarrassment. “Shut up!” You chuckled out, taking another sip.

After a little while, you stood and handed your cup to your friend, mumbling out a good night as she happily replied with the same before you ducked into the hallway. You made it to your bed and basically crashed in it. You hummed into your pillow, before slowly drifting into a light sleep. Before you could enjoy it for long, your alarm blared through the brightly lit room. You groaned, looking over it. It read 6:00am, but you could have sworn you had only just laid down. With and irritated huff you slapped you alarm, and cuddled back into your bed. Unfortunately, you were interrupted by your friend as she stepped in, tossing a rag at you.

“Nuh uh! Up up! You gotta shower and eat up before going to work, and I’m not letting you leave until you do either! So if you wanna get there on time get up!” She stated, turning sharply back into the kitchen. After a few beats you could hear her walk over to the bathroom, turning on the showers water, and pulling a towel out from the freaky cabinet for you. Finally making her way back to the kitchen.

With a irritated groan to follow, you stood up and walked over to your clothes, grabbing the outfit you wanted for the date after your job. You dragged your feet off to the bathroom and showered. It was nice, it did wake you up more then your blaring alarm did, and that stupid clock next to your bed. You walked into the kitchen, a happy Sam placing your plate in front of you. “Thanks Sam,” you mumbled, poking at your katsudon. Usually you weren’t much of a fan of eggs, but when it was made like this it was different.

“You want me to come over early with your perfume so you can re-scent yourself before he gets there?” She asked, cleaning up the rest of the dishes before daring to touch her own food. You tried to offer to help, but she declared that morning dishes could be her thing since you didn’t have time. Last night would have been your dishes but you bought something at your store, not feeling like having anything later then when you were getting home.

You nodded to her question, finishing up what you could before shrugging your jacket and scarf on. Your friend mentioned how she had placed your gloves next to your keys and phone. You thanks her before walking to the front. You slipped the gloves on and the keys into your pocket. You wished her a good day, and her in return as you left.

The store was worse today then it was yesterday. You wouldn’t be surprised if some of the things in there had been crystallised over with ice. Luckily, that didn’t stop others from bugging you buy wanting to buy something AND talk to you. Slowly, the minutes turned into hours, and then into painful miserable seconds as it felt like your shift would never end. Your eyes bore holes into the clock that had claimed you to stay in the spot you were in. You glanced up at the sound of your friend insisting someone else to go first. Which, to your slight fear, was bread boy. He walked off into an isle though, much to your pleasure. You friend skipped up to you, and you finally took notice to the tall scare Crow off a boy next to her. You didn’t really like the glare and grumpy energy he was giving off, but chose to ignore it as you returned to your friends beaming energy.

“I brought the soft smelling one!” She chimed happily, gently handing you the perfume, to wish you happily thanked her. You spritzed yourself just as terushima rounded the isle corner, his hand holding two milk bread rolls in his hands. Sam quickly stepped out of the way, after retrieving the perfume. She winked over to you playfully before gently tugging on the scare crow’s sleeve for him to follow her back to the car.

“Friends?” Terushima asked, assuming they were probably the ones coming with them. You nodded in a reply, ringing him up. After, you’d told and tossed your apron to the side to reveal your totally cute outfit. “You look nice- and I like your perfume too.” You hummed, holding his arm out playfully as he flashed his charming little smirk, “well shall we?” He softly asked. A smile tugged to your lips as you gently hooked your arm around his, “I suppose we could” you replied softly, following him to the car.

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fckinev · 4 years

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Daddy Issues (draco malfoy x fem!reader)

*an itsy draco smut to please my dirty soul n get me used to writing on tumblr lol

summary - draco and y/n are at a gala with their parents. they’ve known each other for their entire lives and hate each other with a passion. tonight, they’re going to put that passion to good use...

warnings - implied alcohol, swear words, sex n degradation-y stuff (he calls u a bitch like one time isn’t that fun!)

word count - absolutely no idea but it’s kinda long lol

personal thoughts - trash, throw the whole thing away. also it’s mostly unedited but it’s the middle of the night and i just have to write this because hngngnhngnhnngh draco sexc*

Before she has even set foot in the venue, Y/N wants to leave. Double doors spreading across the front of the building allow people to step inside the too-large hall, laughter horsey and chatter hollow. The urge to hitch up her dress and run helter-skelter back down the winding gravel pathway is so strong it’s palpable to her mother, who keeps a hand clamped on her daughter’s shoulder. Her mother’s hands are clammy and Y/N is glad, because if she is being literally held here against her will, the person forcing her to stay can at least feel worried to go any closer to the mob than this.

“Best behaviour,” her mother reminds her, beginning to march toward the doors with false purpose, “And don’t complain about talking to other people. If someone asks you to dance, dance with them, and if they ask for your phone number, give it to them. You can’t continue to ruin our reputation.”

Y/N doesn’t need to verbalise her irritation; the eye roll so exaggerated she sees stars is a dead giveaway. Her mother tuts and the fingers on her skin practically pierce it.

“Don’t ruin tonight.” She releases Y/N to adjust her suit. She thinks it makes her look progressive, but she’s wrong - it gives her the same energy as Katie Hopkins. The very day her mother put on a suit, she knew she would never do the same thing. She would not Katie-Hopkins herself.

“I won’t,” she replies, but the lie is ignored in favour of greeting Lucius Malfoy, who stands just inside the gargantuan doors. Before Y/N was even born, the two families were close and they still are. She grew up knowing Lucius so - cold and unsettling though his demeanour is - his presence is a welcome familiarity in a sea of unease. Just because she isn’t sweating too, doesn’t mean Y/N isn’t just as nervous as her idiot mother. But she can’t feel completely grateful for his being there - where he is, Draco tends to be. And where Draco is, she wants to burn to the ground.

The glass Y/N presses to her lips is cool, deliciously freezing on her lips and fingers. She appreciates the chill while she drains its contents only the slam it on the bar without a second thought when finished. Per her mother’s words and glares, she has been peer-pressured into dance after dance with strangers at least twice her age and given her numbers to men old enough to be her grandfather all night and now, she thinks she might scream. She’s tired, she’s hot, her feet are blistering and she wants to go home. The bartender refills her glass with a pitying smile which she does not return, just knocks back the amber liquid and groans.

Someone sits on the seat beside her own and she glances at it, for no real reason other than curiosity. The man is slender but toned, which she can tell even through the all-black suit he wears. It’s well-cut and exudes wealth. His hands, veins prominent and enough to make any girl ruin their underwear even without all those rings, throw down a phone and an almost full glass of something red. Y/N is practically drooling, then she sees the face.

Draco.

Ew.

He doesn’t look back at her, pointedly ignoring the glare she is so carelessly aiming at him, just growls the name of a drink and downs it in one gulp. His ashen hair is a mess and his brow is furrowed, eyes staring deep into the empty glass in front of him. His muscles tense and untense in quick succession a few times before they settle with staying tensed; he’s the epitome of “I’m pissed off”. Y/N leans on her forearms, smirking just a little.

“What happened, loverboy?” She asks, faking concern so poorly it’s laughable.

Draco doesn’t laugh.

“Did you realise your dad is hotter than you? Is that it?” She suggests. When Draco’s scowl deepens and he ignores her, her smirk grows. This night has been hellish; if she can at least get a bit of a rise out of this twat she’ll be content.

“‘Nother one,” he demands, glaring daggers at the poor bartender. She refills his glass and he drinks it bitterly. Y/N leans further forward, knowing how little Draco likes having people invading his personal space, most of all her. Now, with barely a metre between them, she can smell the heavy musk of whatever cologne he’s wearing. It smells like sex and deception. It’s nice.

“Aww, someone really is feeling grumpy, huh? But seriously, has it hit you yet how hot your dad is? I mean, I’d fuck him.” Y/N teases delightedly. The only times she can ever remember smiling around Draco were when she was ridiculing him and right now, she is having the time of her life. Draco’s hands are twitching and his lip is curling in disgust.

“My father will hear about this.” He spits, glaring at Y/N for a hard second until she slides her hand over his arm and leans closer. There’s now less than half a metre separating the pair and when Draco shifts in his seat, Y/N can tell the lack of distance clearly doesn’t just affect her. A glance down confirms this.

“I want nothing less. In fact, make sure you bring it up as often as you can.” She suggests, Draco’s hands almost crushing his glass even more encouragement.

“If you keep talking like this, I’ll make sure you never speak again. Got it?” He finally snaps. Y/N’s face falls, then she matches his scowl. She drinks the remains of her last refill and the pair of them sit in buzzing silence, saying nothing and still so much. It’s not like it’s a secret that he hates her, but that reaction was more than unnecessary. It’s not her fault his dad is more fuckable.

A familiar and unwelcome hand falls onto Y/N’s shoulder, startling her for a moment before she realises who it is, and her mother starts speaking. “Finally, we’ve been looking everywhere for you both. You’re having fun? Yes?”

Her mother is asking out of courtesy and to impress Lucius, who looks utterly unimpressed and unsettlingly effervescent. Although Y/N’s mother spent over a week deciding which hideously updated suit she would wear to attend this gala, Lucius is effortlessly and deliciously upstaging her. The muted grungy tones and styling of Y/N’s mother’s outfit look tacky beside Lucius’. The families may be well acquainted, but only one of the two knows how to really use their money. Her mother seems to be aware of the fact because she is now wearing far less of the gaudy accessories she showed up in. Hate them all she wants, Y/N has to admit that the Malfoys truly have made her night turn from a complete shit show to only a mild inconvenience.

“How are you finding the gala, Y/N? Here only on Celene’s demands I don’t doubt.” Lucius states. He shakes his head at the very thought.

“Not at all, it’s all for a good cause and any excuse to meet new people is a valid one.” She replies, lying out of her ass. The smallest of approving smiles twitches Lucius’ lips and he nods.

“Well, good for you. I had to drag Draco here by his ears.”

Draco looks even more furious at this statement, colour blooming on his pale skin, and he stands up abruptly, practically sending his stool into his father.

“I’m going.”

He starts to storm off and Y/N shields a smile. Pussy.

“Oh no, you aren’t. Have you even asked Y/N if she wants to dance?” Lucius asks. His natural voice is chilly, but Y/N all but freezes over when he addresses Draco. She almost feels bad for him. But then again, he can be even colder to her; let the boy suffer.

“Here, Y/N, Draco,” Y/N’s mother says, yanking Y/N up by her arm, “Go dance together and stop sitting around like lemons.”

Y/N screws up her nose. “Lemons?” She repeats incredulously, ready to argue simply about that word (her night might have been improved a little, but not enough for her to be unwilling to start unnecessary arguments) until she sees her mother’s face, sharp and ready to yell at her even with all the people around. She keeps her mouth closed.

Mood now ruined, when Lucius glares Draco into offering out his hand, Y/N takes it with somehow even less enthusiasm, dragging her feet while they trudge to the dance floor. For all the grandeur and elegance of the clothes on the people around them, every single couple is shameless in their behaviour and it’s sickening to see so many middle-aged men and woman grinding and throwing it back. Bile rises in Y/N’s throat. She swallows it.

She assumes a half-hearted slow-dance position with Draco, her hands hanging off his shoulders and his limp on her waist. Neither one of them could be more clear in their dislike for one another, but Y/N’s weak swaying goes to some more rhythmic moving and mumbling when Crazy Girls by TOOPOOR (an unusual choice for a charity gala hosted for funding rehabilitation centres with mostly 40 years and over attendees) comes on. Draco watches her, still with that scowl on his face.

“Lighten up, Draco,” Y/N sighs, spinning herself around to press herself to him, trying to encourage him to do more, “So what if your dad is a DILF, it’s not that deep.”

That is somehow what makes him interact with her. He grabs her by her hips and holds her against him, gripping her so tightly she wonders if she’ll wake up with bruises. “What the fuck did I say?” He snarls into her ear, breath sending goosebumps all over her body. Her breath hitches, catching for a moment in her throat before she composes herself. So what if he’s hot, and his hands are somewhere they probably shouldn’t be, and she’s pressed against him, and can feel every inch of him...

She’s sure there was a point to that train of thought.

“No idea,” she lies, breathing out heavily. The song has changed to something slower and heavier and his hips guide hers. His movements are skilled, deliberate and she’s melting against him without meaning to, “But I’m sure if your dad had said it it would have sounded better.”

The press of his fingers deepen in the flesh of her hips, “Stop talking about my fucking dad or I’ll make you.”

“Oh yeah?” She replies weakly. Normally she would have something to say back, a quip or a cruel comment, but with the feeling of him behind her, the scent of him invading her senses and the low words he whispers to her, she’s putty in his hands.

“Yeah. Wanna keep talking about him, bitch?” His voice softens on the final word. They might dislike each other, but never have they used unkind names. When he says it now, it doesn’t feel unkind.

“He would probably like it if I did.” Y/N murmurs, still trying to get a rise out of Draco. Her attempt is a success; Draco growls and instantly starts dragging her to the back of the room, storming through the throng of densely-packed people like they aren’t even there. Y/N stumbles on the bottom of her dress but Draco just keeps pulling until they get to a bathroom, slamming her against the wall and closing his hand around her throat. He presses enough to make her feel it, but not enough to suffocate her. Her heart is racing and he can tell; he smirks.

“Come on, keep talking.” He prompts, pressing harder on Y/N’s neck.

She shakes her head and his lips meet hers, aggressive and demanding and so damn hot. His lips are soft and drowning her, tongue exploring her mouth without warning and making her moan a little when one of his hands go from her waist to her breast, massaging it and making her arch her back. His hands are magic on her, he knows what he’s doing and he’s doing it well.

Until he steps back.

Lips swollen and skin flushed, Y/N pants. Those few minutes of passion felt like seconds, but she’s so out of breath she may as well have run a marathon. Draco watches her catch her breath, eyes stormy with the promise of more, while he slowly takes off his blazer, then his shirt. Y/N can do nothing but watch, watch dark fabric be stripped back to expose soft, defined skin. His body is even better than she has thought it would be; her breathing grows shallow again and Draco smirks, stepping back toward her.

“You like what you see, huh? You think my dad looks this good?”

“Fuck, stop bringing up your dad.” Y/N breathes before capturing his lips in another violent kiss, running her hands over his skin. It’s as soft as her dress - probably softer - which reminds her that she’s still wearing it. Without detaching her lips from his, she inches the straps down her arms. Like he read her mind, Draco reaches behind her and unzips the back, looking down while he pulls the dress away. It’s cold in the bathroom without it and Y/N shivers. Draco looks back up, at her eyes for the first time she can ever remember. And he kisses her. Sweetly, kindly. It says that he’ll take care of her.

But the kiss was a lie, because he instantly grabs her hair and pulls, biting her exposed throat. His mouth strays lower, then he hooks his fingers around her panties and pulls them down, Y/N shakily undoing his belt and unzipping his trousers. Her whole body is shaking, breathing erratic and make-up probably a wreck, but she feels so good. She wishes she had pissed Draco off this much before.

“Up.” Draco growls and, when Y/N hesitates, picks her up by her thighs, fingers harsh and hard on her. She grips his shoulders and he shakes his hair out of his face before sliding inside her.

Fuck.

He’s so big she has to wonder if it’s even real, but when she looks down and watches him slowly disappear inside of her, she can do nothing but moan and drag her nails down his back. He grunts when he completely fills her, then slowly starts pulling out and pumping back in. Y/N’s whole body hums with the gold that now runs in her veins, honeyed curses falling into Draco’s skin while he digs his fingertips into her, pace getting really quick really fast. He puts his lips to her neck, to where his bites now mark her, and presses open-mouthed kisses to the sore skin in between sentences.

“Fuck, Y/N-”

“You feel so- good-”

“Oh, shit...”

“Look at you take it, you’re- you’re doing so well...”

Sweet phrases said in a growl that just make Y/N work harder to make him feel as good as she does, raking her hands through his hair and hazardously kissing whatever she can while he brutally thrusts into her, mercilessly fast when he realises she’s close to climaxing.

“Come on, Y/N,” he pants, biting her lip, “Wait for me, do it- together.”

She whines, throwing her head back. Draco raggedly chuckles before his face twists, still a vision of incomparable beauty. Y/N buries her face in his neck and he kisses the crown of her head without thought, encouraging her weakly. His thrusts are getting sloppy, uncoordinated; he’s close. She rolls her hips, making him moan, against him - the sooner he cums, the sooner she can.

“Draco, I-”

He wordlessly nods and she screams into his skin, awash with bliss and pleasure as her arousal soaks his cock. He grunts one last time, crushing Y/N’s thighs, and cums inside of her, filling her with his pleasure.

Y/N expects him to get dressed and go, act like what happened didn’t happen and would never be spoken about. But he doesn’t. He sits her on the closed toilet seat and cleans her, kissing where he was especially rough - with his hands or his lips - and smoothing his thumb over the already forming bruises.

“What do I tell my mum?” She whispers, letting him dress her because she knows she won’t be able to stay stood up long enough to do it herself. Draco turns her around and carefully zips the dress back up, slowly as though to savour touching her skin. He places a butterfly kiss at the nape of her neck.

“Just wear turtlenecks. I’ll call you a cab.” He says, buttoning up his shirt again. Y/N nods and he looks at her quickly, noting her sadness. “I’ll be in it too.”

Y/N smiles, avoiding looking at him directly when she does. Even after that, it feels bizarre to genuinely smile at Draco.

But when she turns her gaze back to him, he’s smiling. Properly, kindly smiling.

She smiles back.

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haiqyu · 4 years

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"I've finally found you. "

Kuroo Tetsurou X reader

Soulmate and Reincarnation au! : one gets flashbacks of their past lives when they reach the age of 10

Warning: ancient Chinese history kind of?? angst??? Fluff??? I have no clue

Sorry for the grammar and spelling mistakes! It kinda sucks so-

Edit: Please don't read this- I did this at 1am- im not proud 😭😭

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At the age of 9, I've remembered my classmates being so excited to see what kinds of flashbacks they might get. I was no exception. I really wanted to know how my soulmate looks like. Always dreaming about being married to a perfect man and having a perfect life, I was so happy to be reaching the age of 10 soon. Multiple thoughts ran through my small 9 year old brain.

Is his hot? Is he smart? Is he cute? Does he looks cute? Will he love me back? What if something goes wrong?

I sighed as I laid my head on the classroom table. I closed my eyes and continued to day dream about the perfect man that is going to be in my life soon.

♡♡♡♡

Please stop.

Stop.

Please.

I beg of you.

STOP

I woke up from my nightmare. Drenched in sweat, I sat up on my bed and tried to calm my racing heart. I have just reached 10 years old a few hours ago. I've heard from my parents and friends that flashbacks from the past can come in the form of dreams. That was not the sweat dreams that I've expected.

My whole body dirty from being dragged from the ground. My long white gown being drenched with blood, sweat, tears and mud. My legs and hands being bloody from the chains. My torso bloody from being whipped with a thin long stick. My tears ran down my face continuously. I tried to break through the metal chains as I cried for help and forgiveness.

"I didn't do anything wrong! I was framed! Please let me out! I didn't cheat on the emperor! Please... Stop!" I cried out.

My vision blurred from the tears. The metal chains digging into my ankles and wrists. My body being constantly whipped by the stick. Exhaustion ran through my veins. Please stop. I'm tired. It hurts. I beg of you. Stop!

I shut my eyes to stop remembering the flashback but it just continues to run through my eyes. I thought these dreams and flashbacks are suppose to be sweet andthey should give me a hint of who my soul mate will be. Why do I get such horrible and torturous dreams? Why me?

I remembered the pain on my wrists and ankles vividly. It hurts. I didn't care if I was sweaty or not. I curled up on my bed, my forehead resting on knees as I cried myself to sleep. Why me?

♡♡♡♡

I don't want to have a soulmate. I hate it. I hate the feeling. Every day, I had flashbacks and dreams of being tortured. I have enough. My whole body hurts being being tortured even though it's just a flashback.

I was 14 years old. I've always envied my classmates and friends for having such wholesome and cute flashbacks. I've always heard them gushing about their soulmates and their past lives. As they were talking about it, their eyes lit up with happiness and excitement. Some of my schoolmates were lucky as they figured out how their soul mates looked like by the flashbacks. Lucky.

Everytime someone talked about their soulmate, my anger rose. I hated my soulmate. I had enough. Why can't I have nice flashbacks. Why must my flashbacks be about torture and crying? My fist clenched with anger and frustration. I hate this. I was jealous.

I had frequent panic attacks in public due to the stupid flashbacks. I'm embarrassed. Sometimes I feel that my friends and classmates pity me for being like... like that. I don't often speak about my soulmate as Ive literally never seen him in my flashbacks. I hate it. I don't want to have a soulmate anymore.

How do I stop having flashbacks about my soulmate? Do I have to,,, end myself?

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I broke out into a cold sweat from a dream again. My heart beat furiously. This is the first time in my 16 years being alive that Ive gotten a sweet and wholesome dream. I'm still in a state of shock. I was expecting to be tortured again in my dreams, as always. However, I dreamt about being in a garden with my soulmate.

Giggling, I smacked his arm playfully. "you're so mean, my king!" I laughed at him.

We were in a flower garden. The place have been decorated with colourful flowered and plants of many species. Butterflies fluttering around the plants and fishes are swimming in the huge pond. Next to the pond was a huge hut. These wooden chairs and tables are crafted out neatly with patterned of flowers and dragons. Having servants around the perimeter to guard us from potential danger, we were sitting together on the huge chair made of the king.

"..., you're so full of shit. Stop teasing me! If you continue teasing me, I'm actually gonna start crying." I smacked his arm once more as he continued to shame me for my height. "Im have an average height, okay. I'm not short! You're just abnormally long!"

"How dare you just insulted the King? I'll put you to the dungeon if you continue to insult me like that," he huffed. "I'm the nicest person in the kingdom."

I rolled my eyes at his comment. "yea but you love me too much to put me into the dungeon. I didn't insult you by the way, I was just speaking the FACTS!" I scoffed.

I took the chance to look at his face, but his face was blurred out. All I notice was his black messy hair that made him look like he just woke up. I reached up to touch his bed hair. I gasped on the inside. "Your hair is so soft. I love it." I smiled and ran my hand through his surprisingly soft hair.

I felt his hands sneak around my waist and he took this chance to pull me even closer to him, if it was possible. "you pull them everytime I ate you out-" He proudly said.

I blushed furiously and tried to cover his mouth to shut him up. "stop!!? Stop!! This is embarrassing! Shhh!!"

He chuckled and I felt my hands being licked. "AHH! STOP! Did you just lick me?? Ew!!!" I wiped my hand on his clothes.

Wait, I didn't notice our clothing. He was wearing some Chinese looking ancient outfit. Ah yes, a 龙袍 (lóng páo: a dragon gown) which had yellow dragon and auspicious patterns embroideries on it. The silk materi made it easier for us to wear in the summer and winter. It kept us cool in the summer and warm the the winter. That so cool. I looked down at myself. I wore loose clothes with long large sleeves. Under the long skirt was a pair of high-heeled clogs with some embroidery on them. There was a scarf wrapped around my arm, which symbolized that I was a noble woman. I ran my hand my my clothed knees. So smooth. For no apparent reason, I felt a sense of nostalgia and my eyes started to water. I felt,,, loved.

My thoughts were interrupted when I felt my hands being grabbed by his rough large hands. I looked up at him with such a loving look on my face. "I love you," I blurted out. I blushed and wondered why did I suddenly say that.

He slowly let go of my hand and gently used that free hand to push my head down on his shoulder. I snuggled closer to him and smelled a faint scent of his cologne. "I love you too, my love." he gave a gentle kiss to my forehead. I really love you, soulmate.

I really enjoyed the dream. I felt like I was 10 again. The daydreams of being loved and touched by my soulmate really made my heart burst with love and happiness. So this is how my friends felt when they have flashbacks. I smiled to myself. I think I don't hate you anymore, soulmate.

I laid back down on my bed. I couldn't sleep. And then I realised that I missed his touch. Just like the chain, I felt his touch on my skin vividly. I craved his love. I want to find him quick. I want to be with him forever. I love him.

I felt my blood rushing towards my face. I covered my face with my hands and rolled around my bed. I was a love sick fool.

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I was transferred to Nekoma high school in my second year. I was devastated to move away from my friends in karasuno. I missed the volleyball club. I was their manager for a year and I really enjoyed my time there. They were my true friends. They comforted me when I was having very bad flashbacks and panic attacks. I am going to miss them.

I'm 17 years old and I have a one sided love hate relationship with my soulmate. I continued to have such bad flashbacks most of the time but sometimes I have such wonderful and heart warming flashbacks. I hate him. But I love him too much.

I was looking down at my phone, scrolling through the memes that the volleyball gAnG sent to me on the group chat. I laughed silently and walked past the school gate. I wasn't aware of my surroundings and I bumped into someone tall and hard.

Oh God did I just hit a pole or something?? Why is it so hard??? I looked up and a wave of flashback just went over me.

"you cheated on me. I trusted you. You cheated on me with my trusted buddy!" he screamed at me. His face red from the anger.

My eyes widened from the claim. "excuse me? I didn't! Bokuto was eating so messily and I just wiped my handkerchief onto his mouth to wipe away the rice!" my hands clenched into a fist.

"what the fuck? Then explain why he hugged you on the bridge a few days ago? I had people watching over you two. I should've listened to the concubine. I shouldve trusted what the concubines said. I shouldn't have trusted you, slut." he slapped me across the cheek.

He was strong. I fell of my feet and fell onto the ground, hot tears spilling from my eyes. "I've never cheated on you with him. He caught me from falling into the the pond. Why don't you trust me? I would never cheat on you..." I cried.

"my servant saw you in the room with him two days ago. I knew you two were fucking behind my back. You shouldn't be the queen. You should be executed." he glared at me. He turned his back on me and walked towards the throne. "Officials, strip her off her title. Send her to the dungeon and punish her by whipping. Death by hanging."

"no! Stop! Stop! Im not cheating on you! I love you so much! Stop it! How dare you do this to your soulmate?" I screamed in fear. I would never cheat on him. Please believe me. Please...

The guards come running in, forcefully grabbing my arms and dragging me away. O struggled and tried to twist my arms to escape from them. There was no use. I looked at my soul mate in fear. "help me, Kuroo."

He looked away from me. His expression with hurt written all over his face. He still love me, right?

I was beaten. Whipped. Tortured. My whole body hurts. My eyes felt tired from crying for hours. My lungs sore from the screaming and crying. My body bloodied. I felt light headed. Just kill me already. I want to die. Die. Die. I really want to die. This flashback was worse than any other flash back I had.

Kuroo... Help me... I didn't cheat on you... I love you... Please.... Let me go... I love you... I want to be with you forever... Please stop...

After sunrise, the guards came in. They slapped me awake. "say your last words before you die, bitch." he spat on me.

I couldn't even flinch at his words anymore. I feel so numb. I just want to sleep. I want to go home. I want warmth. I want his warmth. I want Kuroo.

"I,,, didn't cheat on you, kuroo. I was planning our anniversary with Bokuto as a surprise for you. I wanted to have a party...just us... Having fun... I'm really tired. I will miss you, Kuroo. I really love you. But I don't want to be your soulmate anymore. I'm tired. You don't trust me. But I still... Love... You..."

My eyes slowly closed and my muscles all relaxed. Ah I've passed away. How embarrassing. Declaring my love for someone who doesn't even trust me. How pathetic. I hate my soulmate. I hate... Kuroo.

My head hurts. My whole body hurts. My world just spinning around. Tears poured down my eyes. I started hyperventilating. I bumped into someone and started to get a panic attack? My reputation is screwed. I caught a black headed messy hair stranger in front of me. Haha now I'm visioning of my soulmate. What a joke.

"(Y/N)... You're my soulmate...?" when those words come out from his mouth. My eyes snapped open. He is...

The person standing in front of me is the person I hate and I love the most. Kuroo... All those flashbacks come crashing down on me. I'm scared. "stop! Don't come near me! Don't hurt me! I'm sorry! Don't slap me! " I cried out loud, in front of everyone.

He immediately wrapped his arms around me tightly. "stop! (y/n) I won't hurt you! I love you! Please calm down!"

"don't touch me!!" I screamed my lungs out. "you're going to hurt me!"

"no, I won't! (y/n) please trust me!"

"no, stop! I'm scared. You're going to hurt me like the past. I'm scared I'm scared I'm scared."

I pushed him off and stumbled backwards.

"I hate you."

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tamorasky · 4 years

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Mistress Anna Chapter 3

Summary: It wasn't uncommon for the women to be eventually cast aside, Anna was just naive enough to believe it would never happen to her.

Rated: Mature

Canadian Frontier Au

Words: 4,439

Relationships: Anna/Kristoff, Anna/Hans (ew)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

AO3

The more Mrs. Weselton and Mrs. Harris prattle on about missing the comfort of England, the more it irritates Anna. She couldn’t understand why these two women agreed to come to the frontier if they weren’t prepared for it.

“Well, my dear William tells me it even gets colder here than in Toronto.” Mrs. Harris complains Anna’s eyes remain on the huge and impractical hoop skirt the brunette woman wore, not really listening to the two ladies.

“I can’t believe it. The winters in Toronto are just dreadful, I’m not sure if I can handle one that’s even colder.” Mrs. Weselton fans her hand across her bare chest, resting it over the cameo pendant she wore. “I can’t believe a girl like you can bare it, Anna.”

“We just dress warmly throughout the season.” Anna shrugs. “and we hunt at the beginning of Autumn, so we have enough furs and food for everyone.”

“It sounds so exhausting for just one season. It’s exhausting enough to send the maid out to buy fabric to make a dress for winter. I can’t even imagine having to hunt to stay warm.” Mrs. Harris comments. Anna fights the urge to roll her eyes, now regretting her decision to follow the two ladies into the sitting room once dinner was over.

Initially, Anna had been excited when Agnarr announced he’d hold another dinner party, nearly four weeks since the last. Her disappointment came when she learned was an excuse for her father to show her off to his associates, to show his now civilized daughter and continue to expose her to more civilized women who could teach her more. At dinner she hadn’t even been seated near Hans, he had been seated far down the table next to Mrs. Harris; who clung to him throughout the meal.

“Anna my dear.” Mrs. Weselton begins, staring at the young girl. “Your father tells me you are leaving us soon.”

“I am. My mother is sending someone to fetch me tomorrow.” Anna confirms the rumour with a smile.

“We’ll miss you.” Mrs. Harris states insincerely, taking another sip of wine.

“We really will. You bring such a…” Mrs. Weselton trails off, trying to think of the right words for the young girl. “a certain liveliness to the fort that we’ll miss.” Anna smiles at the woman’s compliment, even though she knew the older woman was just trying to be polite.

“I think the fort is lively without me.” Anna takes a sip of wine, thinking about the number of Metis, Cree, and Dene women who chased their giggling children down the roads. Of course, to women like Mrs. Harris and Mrs. Weselton, the country wives didn’t count as residents of the fort. “Excuse me I need some air.”

Anna stands from the armchair without another word, the other women nodding at her leaving before talking about more trivial things. Closing the door to the sitting room silently Anna stands in the foyer. She looks to the front door of the house, then to the stairs that lead up to her bedroom; to safety. With a sigh she decides to get some air, knowing the two women would manage to sniff her out if she escaped up to her room.

The sun was still setting as Anna walks out onto the veranda, she watches the various pinks and oranges in the sky in the ever-expanding sky with a slight smile. Looking up at the sky Anna couldn’t understand how women like the two inside of the house thought this country was desolate and hideous.

She turns her head when she hears the front door open, fearing that it was either Mrs. Harris or Mrs. Weselton coming out to draw her back in. A relieved sigh escapes from Anna when she sees it wasn’t either of them, but Hans.

“You haven’t come to fetch me back to subject me to Mrs. Weselton, have you?” Anna inquires, leaning against the bannister next to her. Hans chuckles, putting his hands into his coat pockets.

“Don’t worry. You’re still safe.” He comes to stand next to her, leaning on the bannister across from her.

“Thank you. I don’t know if I can bear another minute in there with them. They get to be so…”

“Tiresome?” Hans guesses, raising an eyebrow at her.

“Superfluous.” Anna finishes, tucking her hands behind her back. Hans smiles at her, gazing at her with a softness in his beautiful eyes. The incident that happened nearly four weeks ago went undiscussed between the two of them, nor had Hans ever made another attempt to woo her.

“I understand. I’m sure many of their interests seem superfluous to someone like you.”

“What do you mean by that?” Anna questions, cocking her head to the side.

“Someone skilled and smart as you, I find it very unlikely that you’d find anything they have to say interesting.” He steps away from the bannister, closer to her. Anna peers up at him as he stands only inches from her. “I’m going to really miss you.”

“You are?” Anna asks, her voice breathy and quiet as he gazes into her eyes.

“Anna…” He brushes a stray hair, loose from her tight updo behind her ear. “I know we haven’t discussed what nearly occurred four weeks ago…but before it’s too late, Anna I care for you. Do you care for me?”

“Of course!” She blurts out. Her face becomes flushed at her outburst, embarrassed over her impulsive words. “I mean…I do…care for you...very much.”

“I want you to stay.” He confesses, taking her hands into his tenderly. Anna’s heart leaps, shakily taking a breath at his words.

“You do?” She whispers, her chest constricting as he continues to stare at her. Stepping closer to her Hans wraps an arm around her waist, his other hand cupping her cheek as he brings her lips to his. Anna closes her eyes at the contact, her hands remain behind her back as he pulls her flush to him. Her chest touches his, she’s never been this close to a man; other than Kristoff and never in this way.

She’s disappointed when he withdraws from her, opening her eyes she sees him smiling; bringing his other hand up to cup her face. She remains frozen under his gaze, her breath heavy as he continues to hold her face.

“Stay with me.” He requests. Anna notices how his eyes turn a darker colour closer to his irises, the way his nose has freckles dusted across it. “Please Anna, I want you to be my wife in name. Will you?”

Anna nods without hesitation, grinning with joy and throws her arms around his neck; nearly expecting for him to hoist her up in the air, but he doesn’t. Instead, his arms snake around her waist and he presses a kiss to her temple.

“You should get back in there before Mrs. Weselton or worse Mrs. Harris comes looking for you.” Hans says, withdrawing from her. Anna sighs at the loss of contact, knowing he was right but wishing he wasn’t.

“You’ll come to see me off tomorrow?” Anna inquires, chewing her bottom lip.

“Of course, I will. I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Hans smiles, grabbing her hand to press a kiss to her knuckles.

“Goodnight Hans.” Anna says, walking towards the door; looking over her shoulder to get once last glance at him before disappearing into the house.

Anna follows behind her father’s man as he carries her trunk out to the veranda, her entire room was now packed up with the exception of the beautiful silk dresses and heeled shoes that Agnarr had purchased for her. She had no use for them back in Ahtohallan. The only items she had taken from her room were a couple of black boots, which she was wearing for her temporary departure.

Anna instructs the servant to place her trunk on the veranda as she notices the person her mother was sent was not there yet. Agnarr stalks out of the house, shrugging on his coat in hurry before stopping in front of his daughter.

“I’m sorry I cannot see you off. I would’ve expected your mother to send someone who would’ve been here earlier.” Agnarr sighs.

“It’s fine really. I’ll see you when I decide to come to be with Hans.” Anna assures her father, who smiles at her.

“I’m so glad you’ve found someone here Anna.”

“Thank you, father.” Anna smiles. Agnarr pulls her in for a short-restrained hug before departing without another word. She sighs as she watched her father stalks off for his meeting with Mr. Weselton. Throughout her stay at the fort, Anna had been naïve enough to believe that she and her father were establishing a relationship, but in fact it was the same as it had been before.

Margaret nearly scares the lights out of Anna as she walks through the door, placing a knitted bag on top of the trunk. The older woman sighs as she looks to the young girl with her hands on her hips.

“Well, I guess with you gone you’re one less thing I have to look after in this house.” Margaret comments. Anna chuckles, seeing through the woman’s stern façade.

“I guess so.” The young girl shrugs. “I will miss you too…Sokanon” Margaret’s eyes widen at the use of her Cree name.

“I don’t remember telling you my name.”

“You didn’t.” Anna responds with a smile. When she had asked after Margaret’s Cree name the older woman refused to tell her, she only had to speak to four other Cree women to learn her maid’s real name.

“Goodbye Anna.” The older woman remarks before going back into the house, not allowing Anna to say goodbye. Though she could follow after the older woman, Anna decides not to follow her in order to respect the woman’s boundaries.

Looking out into the road Anna takes a seat on the steps of the veranda, a smile forming on her face as she notices Hans making his way towards the house.

“Good morning.” She greets pleasantly, Hans smiles at his future country wife.

“Hello.” He responds, standing at the bottom of the stairs as he rests a hand on the bannister. “How are you this morning?”

“I am wonderful.” Anna stands from the steps to join him at the bottom of the stairs. “And you?”

“Considering you are to be my wife soon I am quite well.” Her chest constricts with excitement as he refers to her as his wife, not as his country wife as most men in his position would. Looking down at the ground as she grins, trying to conceal her excitement from him. She glances back up at him, feigning shyness in order to get him to kiss her again. As she leans in, Anna notices the red river cart stopped on the other side of the road, a familiar broad shoulder figure disembarking from the cart.

“Would you excuse me?” Anna requests, breaking away from her intended without another word. She rushes towards the figure, having missed him for all the eight weeks she’s been away. Kristoff grunts as the young girl’s body hits his with full force as she wraps her arms around his neck. He wraps his own arm around her waist, picking her up with ease.

“Hi there Feisty.” He greets with a chuckle as Anna giggles into his ear while he spins her around. The feeling of his arms around her makes her realized she’s missed this familiarity with him; she’s missed him. He sets her back onto the earth with a grin as he sees her giggling with delight.

“Hi. I’ve missed you.” She responds, placing her hands on his shoulders as if to see that he was real. "I made you something!"

"You did?" He inquires, looking at her skeptically; knowing not to always trust Anna's presents. She nods her head eagerly, excited to give him the sash she had been working on for the past eight weeks.

"I'll give it to you when my father's man brings my trunk." Anna explains. “Did my mother send you?”

“She did. Elsa was insistent that she was the one to pick you up but came to the conclusion that most of these people would be scandalized to see a woman in pants.” Kristoff shrugs. “So, they sent me.”

“I’m sure you’re such an unwilling participant.” Anna teases, hitting his shoulders before removing her hands from him. Kristoff rolls his eyes dramatically and slouches his shoulders with a sigh.

“I am, I only came because your mother promised me a new pair of moccasins come winter.” Anna laughs as Kristoff’s hands come to rest on her hips. “I’ve really missed you.”

“Well good, I mean Elsa’s fine and all that but without me, you’d have nothing to do.”

“Yeah, she’s better at fishing than I am and really what’s the point if I don’t have you to beat.” With that remark Anna pushes Kristoff, trying hard to make him move but with no avail. The couple laughs at the attempt, knowing that she couldn’t move him even if she tried her hardest.

Anna doesn’t notice Hans approach them from behind until he clears his throat loudly, interrupting the two. She turns, realizing how rude she must’ve seemed.

“Oh! Hans, this is Kristoff Bjorgman.” She removes her hands from Kristoff’s shoulders. “Kristoff this is Hans Westergaard, he is a clerk for the company.” The two men shake hands to be polite, Anna not noticing the way both of the men’s eyes narrow at one another as they touch.

“It’s nice to meet you Christopher.” Hans greets.

“It’s Kristoff.” The blonde man corrects, his jaw setting; not fully trusting the auburn-haired man before him.

“Oh yes. My darling little Anna here has talked about you a number of times.” Hans looks to Anna as Agnarr’s man places her trunk on the back of the cart. Hans takes Anna’s hands into his, pulling her gaze away from the blonde man to his own. “You will write to me when you’re ready?”

“Of course.” Anna responds, captured by his gaze. Hans pulls her flush to him, crushing his lips to hers passionately in front of her childhood friend; who averts his eyes by staring up at the sky. Hans withdraws from her, tenderly cupping her face to gaze into her eyes.

“I look forward to hearing from you.” Hans pulls her back into his embrace, holding her close as he smirks at Kristoff over her shoulder. Reluctantly Anna pulls away from Hans, her hand lingering in his as she walks toward the cart. Without a second thought, Kristoff circles his hands around her waist, lifting her onto the back of the cart. Anna steps over her trunk, opening the object quickly to retrieve Kristoff's sash that sat on top of her clothing. She kicks the lid closed coming to sit at the front of the cart, her feet dangling as Kristoff hoists himself next to her.

"Here for you." She shoves the garment into Kristoff's hand as soon as he sits. He laughs at her impatientness and runs his hands over his gift, feeling the softness of the wool against his fingers; he raises his eyebrows at the beadwork.

"Did you do the beadwork yourself?" He asks, knowing she's always been horrible at beadwork. She nods, biting her lip proud that she managed to bead four neat flowers on her friend's sash. "It's beautiful Anna." He places the sash securely next to him as to not lose it as his other hand grabs the reigns.

As he urges the horse forward, Anna looks over her shoulder to Hans; who was already walking away from them. She sighs a part of her wishing he had lingered to see her off. Turning front-facing Anna instinctively leans on Kristoff’s shoulder, trying not to focus on the rocking of the cart which was something that occasionally made her sick.

“How’s home?” Anna inquires.

“It’s fine. Everyone back home has missed you.” Kristoff comments, stiffening at Anna’s head resting on him. “Elsa didn’t even hunt this year; she stripped the buffalo for parts with the women this year.”

“You’re lying to me.” Anna looks up at him with a smile, knowing Elsa hated to strip and load the buffalo. Kristoff simply shrugs staring ahead as they finally leave the fort to his relief. “And St. Joseph’s Day?”

“Well…nothing changed much, everyone ate and drank too much.”

“I wish I could’ve been there…” she sighs.

“There’s always next year.” Anna sits up from his shoulder at this, unable to bring herself to look at him as guilt builds knowing she might not be there for next year.

“Actually…” She trails off. “I might not be.” Kristoff finally looks at her

“What the hell are you talking about Anna…you are going to be there next year, won’t you?” He asks, his brows knit together as his heart pounds in his chest.

“I mean it depends if…Hans allows me to return home for St. Joseph’s Day.” She looks down at her hands, beginning to pick at the skin around her nails nervously.

“Anna…what are you saying?” His voice breaks slightly as he knows what she was implying. She finally looks at him, her eyes pleading forgiveness as she gives him the news.

“Hans has asked me to go back to the fort and be his wife in name.” Kristoff stares at her, unable to believe what she was saying.

“You aren’t going to, are you?”

“I am. I…love him.” Anna admits as Kristoff tears his gaze away from her back to the road.

“You just met him eight weeks ago.” He states. She rolls her eyes at his observation, knowing that he would object to this.

“Well…” she sighs, brushing the creases from her skirt. “I love him, and he loves me. That’s all that matters.”

“Who marries a man they’ve just met?” He raises his voice at her, the couple scowl at one another; neither of them happy with how the other is acting.

“Why can’t you be happy for me Kristoff? I’ve finally found someone who wants to be with me, and I spend my life with. Why can’t you be happy for me?” She barks.

“Because I…” He cuts himself off with a huff, staring back to the road. She continues to stare at him, noticing the corners of his eyes crinkle; as if he was trying to hold back tears.

“Because what?” her voice is barely above a whisper, upset at the way her friend was acting.

“It’s nothing. You’re right Anna, I am happy for you.” He says insincerely. Shaking her head Anna looks ahead, the two of them not taking for the rest of their journey back to Ahtohallan.

A smile forms on Anna’s face as she sees her home come into view, happy that her tense ride with Kristoff was over. She excitedly bounces in her seat, unable to contain her giddiness at seeing Elsa for the first time in eight weeks; even her spat with Kristoff wouldn’t dampen her spirits.

Kristoff brings the horse to a stop on the edge of the river lot, it made leaving a lot easier than pulling into the property. In an instant Anna drops to the ground, ducking under the oak shaft of the cart. She sprints towards the cottage where she sees Elsa and her mother’s figures.

“Anna!” the elder sister’s voice carries down the lot as the brunette races towards her younger sister. Anna wraps her arms around her sister, both of them elated at their reunion.

“I’ve missed you so much.” Anna exclaims, tears forming in her eyes as she realizes how much she missed her sister.

“I’ve missed you too.”

“Ma fii.” Iduna approaches the two girls, her arms are outstretched. Anna withdraws from her sister to embrace her mother, who presses a kiss to her daughter’s wet cheek. Over Iduna’s shoulder, Anna watches Kristoff haul her trunk into the cottage with ease. He emerges from the house in a moment and makes his way back to his cart.

“Kristoff.” Iduna calls out to the young man as he approaches his horse. “Why don’t you stay for dinner?” The young man looks at Anna and then back to her mother, shaking his head.

“Thank you, but I need to be going home.”

“If you’re sure.” Iduna purses her lips, in the seven years of knowing Kristoff he had never once turned down an offer to eat dinner with them

“I’ll…see you later, right?” Anna asks, her voice hopeful as she pulls away from her mother.

“Sure.” He responds dryly, taking the horse by its reigns to lead the animal away from the lot without another word. She watches her childhood friend walk away over her shoulder as Iduna and Elsa lead her towards the cottage.

They sit in the cottage, eating the venison stew Iduna had made for dinner. Anna talks about her time at the fort, noticing the way Elsa’s demeanour was cold as she discusses it. After dinner, the three women sit around the small table, Iduna and Elsa detailing this summer’s buffalo hunt.

“I’m so glad it was a success this year.” Anna smiles, her excitement nearly bubbling over as she waits for the perfect time to disclose the news to them.

“Since you back for the Winter hunt, I’m not prepping the buffalo again.” Elsa states as she begins to unbraid her hair.

“Actually…I may not be here for the winter hunt.” The youngest shares. Elsa stops running her hands through her hair, staring at her sister.

“What do you mean?” The oldest asks, pulling her hands away from her hair as her brows knit together.

“I’ve…met someone.” Anna chews on her lip as she reveals the news, her heart racing as her sister stares silently at her. Iduna’s eyes widen in surprise, not expecting her youngest daughter to return home having met a man.

“Have you?” Iduna inquires, taking a sip of her tea. Anna nods eagerly, feeling relieved at her mother’s smile.

“His name is Hans Westergaard, he was born in England and works for the company as a clerk.” Her gaze is torn away from her mother as Elsa scoffs, no hiding her obvious disdain of this situation.

“Really? A clerk Anna? You can’t actually be planning on pursuing a relationship with this man.”

“I am.” Anna’s excitement diminishes at her sister’s response. “He’s even asked me to go back to Arendelle to be his wife. Why shouldn’t I be with the man I love?” Elsa rolls her eyes at her sister’s declaration.

“Anna you don’t know anything about love.” The brunette states. “Mama you can’t seriously support this.” Iduna raises her hands in the air as if she was surrendering.

“She is a woman; we have no say in these matters Elsa. If this is what Anna wants, we must respect this.” She turns to her youngest daughter. “I’m very happy for you sweetheart.” Iduna reaches across the table to Anna, who manages a smile at her mother’s kind words.

“You can’t be serious!” Elsa exasperatedly throws her hands up before turning to her sister. “I can’t believe you’re going through with this. A white man really? If you were going to marry one of those crooks, he could’ve been at least Metis, Cree, or even Dene.”

“Hans is a good man!” Anna barks, standing in her chair. Elsa mimics her sister’s action standing from the table, her fists balled.

“He’s a rat. They all are.” Elsa huffs. “Everyone knows what these men do to women from our communities Anna. How can you be so stupid?”

“He isn’t like those other men.” Her voice now quieter, tired of yelling to defend herself.

“Yes, Anna…he is. They all are like this. He’ll be fine with you for a little while Anna but soon enough he’ll get tired of having a Half-breed…whore. He will find himself a white wife and throw you to his men as every single male before him has.”

Anna stares at the ground, not wanting to look at her sister. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go, Elsa was supposed to be excited for her not lecturing her on her choice in a husband; even if he wasn’t going to be her legal husband

“I need air.” Anna croaks, not listening as her mother tries to call out to her. She walks out to the road, wrapping her arms around herself as she leaves the river lots; she should’ve grabbed a shawl before leaving the cottage. Kicking a rock as she walks Anna begins to question everything that’s happened these past eight weeks.

Perhaps Elsa was right, she and Hans haven’t known each other long; she doesn’t even know what all of his brothers’ names or what his parents were like. Could she be away from Ahtohallan for the rest of her life? This was where she grew up and where she always imagined raising her own children one day, could she let go of that idea for Hans. Then came the question of Kristoff, they would never be able to be as carefree once she went to Hans. She wasn’t even sure if they could remain friends if she went through with this, not after the way Kristoff reacted to her news earlier.

As she walks Anna notices Kristoff’s figure standing outside of the cottage belonging to Bulda and Cliff. She sighs as she walks onto the land slowly, knowing she had to be the one to apologize. He hoists another object onto the back of the cart as she approaches him from behind, her brows furrow as he continues to load objects onto the cart.

“What are you doing?” She asks, startling the large man in front of her. He turns to look at her, his hand resting over his chest.

“Jesus Anna you startled me.”

“I’m sorry.” She looks around his body to the cart. “Are you going somewhere?” With a sigh Kristoff turns around, loading the last bag onto his cart.

He runs a hand through his hair, turning back to face her as his hand comes to rest behind his neck. “Yeah…I am.”

Anna recoils slightly at this. “Oh, I see…” She begins to pick at the skin around her nails while he stares at her. “To Fort Carlton?”

“No…I’ll probably head to Selkirk first then on to Montreal.” Kristoff leans against the back of his cart, his hand now rubbing the back of his neck; nervous at how she would react.

“Montreal…why would you be going there?” Anna blinks, taking a step forward to him. “Yo-you just returned.”

“I know.” He shrugs, gazing at the ground. Her heart was racing as she tries to process that he was leaving again so soon, he normally stayed throughout the winter.

“How long will you be gone?” She inquires, afraid to ask. She already knew he wouldn’t be able to return to the colony until the spring once travelling was easier.

Kristoff sighs pushing himself away from the cart. “A while. The jobs for independent traders are better out there, might even find my way to Newfoundland. The Hudson’s Bay doesn’t have any monopoly out east.”

“There are jobs here too.” Anna states, her mouth pressing into a thin line.

“There’s nothing here for me.”

“That’s not true…You can’t just…leave like this Kristoff. W-what about your mother?” Anna shakily inhales.

“Angelique is still in Ahtohallan, Marguerite is only in Cumberland House and Louis is working at Fort La Corne. My brother and sisters aren’t far away if she needs one of us.” He replies. She shakes her head at this, unable to believe what he was saying. He was going to leave without any other thought.

“W-what about me?” She stutters.

Kristoff rolls his eyes at her question turning away from her to his cart to ensure everything was secure. Anna stalks to his side, reaching out to touch his arm in order to stop him. He looks at her with a sigh, the corner of his eyes crinkling as he stares at her. “What about you Anna?” He asks impatiently.

“I-I’m going to miss you.” Her voice breaks finally, tears forming in the corner of her eyes as she stares at her best friend. Kristoff runs a hand through his hair as he finally wills himself to look at her, feeling remorse over his slight outburst.

“I…you’ll forget about me Anna once you settle in with Hans. You’ll go back to the fort and have children with him. With you gone…there isn’t anything left for me here.” He admits, staring at the ground. “You’re the reason I keep coming back West as often as I do.”

The tears in Anna’s eyes slide down her cheeks as she stares at him wide-eyed. “Wh…what are you saying?”

Kristoff stares at Anna silently, sadness clouds his features as he peers into her sky-blue eyes. Opening his mouth to speak before cutting himself short before he can tell her the true feelings he held for her.

“I’m saying goodbye, Anna.” He finally says, pressing a kiss to her forehead; lingering his lips over her skin to savour her familiar touch one last time.

“Kristoff…” He pulls away at her calling his name, ducking under the shaft and hoisting himself onto the cart. Anna races to the side of the cart, her hands clutching at the wood as he propels the cart forward. “Kristoff please.”

It takes everything in the young man not to stop the cart and have her convince him to stay in Athohallan. If he stops, he wouldn’t leave, he had to go east away from the memories and away from her.

Pulling the cart onto the road Kristoff brings wagon to a stop, looking down at her; tears forming in the corners of his eyes. “Goodbye Anna.”

Anna shakes her head as sob climbs up her throat, the rough wood digging into her skin as clutches at the cart. “Kristoff.” She sobs, her cheeks wet with tears as he brings the cart forward with a jerk; causing her to let go.

Helplessly Anna watches as her childhood best friend pulls down the road, in an act of desperation she sprints down the road; trying to catch up to him with no avail. Her chest burns between the cold autumn night and her sobs as she attempts to reach him. Slowing as she realizes that he wasn’t going to stop Anna stands in the middle of the road, her breaths short and painful as she sobs into her hands.

With that, he was gone.

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