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On Deck

Chapter 8

Summary: Although they grew up in the same small town, Chris and Sam had both gone their separate ways a long time ago. Chris moved up to become a MLB star, one of the best in the business, while Sam stayed stuck in the same small town. But when multiple injuries ended the Red Sox prodigy’s career, he winds up back in the same small town he swore he’d never be back to. The past may not stay in the past any longer, as old wounds begin to creep back up.

Pairing: MLB!Chris Evans X OFC Samantha “Sam” Merrick

Word Count: 4,454

By: @k-evans-writes and @ourfinest-hour

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Warnings: 18+.

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A grimace crossed Sam’s lips as she pulled into the parking lot of the school, hearing her car make a few suspicious clunks as she came to a stop. She silently hoped everything would be alright as she turned the old car off before climbing out and smoothing down the black and white floral dress she wore to just about every nicer sort of occasion she had attended in her adult life. If there was a wedding, baby shower, or any sort of anything else, she was wearing that black and white floral dress and she wanted nothing more than to burn it at this point, being so sick of seeing it, but it was the only halfway decent dress she had which left her trying to layer cardigans, jackets, or adding tights to make it look a little different. She luckily had been able to find a pink denim jacket at goodwill recently, pushing the sleeves up to make it look like it wasn’t a size too big but figured it at least would hide the old dress a little bit more. She bit at her bottom lip as she closed the car door, trying to run her fingers through the ends of her hair that was starting to curl already and smooth it out when she heard a familiar voice calling her name.

“Sammy! Hey Sammy!”

She held up a finger to him, signaling she’d just be a minute as she pulled off her bag and tossed it in the car, only keeping her keys with her before locking the car and going over toward the baseball field adjacent to the school. The first half of the week was different than normal with it being parent teacher conferences. Regular school was called off and Sam had scheduled the conferences for Monday when her and Riley’s mother would be able to go but at the last minute had to work a different shift, leaving Sam to have to scramble to trade her one day off with Ify so she would be free today.

With the day off for students, Chris had decided to move the normally scheduled late afternoon baseball practice to the middle of the day, Sam knowing it was scheduled for twenty minutes from now. Riley was spending the day with Kayla, but she knew he was on his way with Cooper because he’d texted her a few minutes prior telling her just that. But Sam was thankful for the moment alone as she crossed the parking lot and saw Chris’ round ass as he bent over to pick up the bucket of balls, but he stood up suddenly when he heard a low whistle.

He glanced over his shoulder, his cheeks red but his lips in a smirk as he said, “Wow one of my players’ family members is sexually harassing me, I feel like I need to report this to the office.”

She barked out a laugh, shaking her head as she came to a stop in front of the low fence. “What? You expect me to see that baseball butt of yours and not say something?”

“Fuck off, I have to face teenagers in fifteen minutes and I don’t need you to get me all worked up,” he replied, shaking his head back before he leaned over the fence, eyes moving behind his dark sunglasses. She laughed quietly, knowing what he must be thinking considering they hadn’t been able to spend much time together, despite their new status. “I almost didn’t recognize you at first with your hair down and no ketchup stains on your outfit.”

“Shut up!”

He reached a hand out, grasping her own as he reassured her, “I’m just teasing. You look really nice.”

“Really?” She asked quietly, her eyebrows raising hopefully and feeling some of her anxiety lessen at his nod of reassurance. “I wanted to look better than I normally do so the teachers take me seriously and not just the chick who brings them their waffles.”

“Hey, nobody thinks that about you. Everyone thinks it amazing that you’re the one who’s at all this stuff for Riley,” he murmured quietly, squeezing her hand comfortingly, a small, crooked smile crossed his lips before he added, “And you do look beautiful… even if I am partial to the messy hair and ketchup stains.”

“Thanks Chris,” she replied with a smile, before she ran a hand through her wavy hair and added apologetically, “I’m sorry about not being available the last couple days. I didn’t think I’d have to work a double yesterday, and then Riley needed all that extra help on his homework when I got home and-”

“Sammy, it’s fine, I get it,” he cut her off, squeezing her hand three times quickly, before his expression turned sheepish and said, “But I do have to say it’s not totally fair that I poured out all my feelings to you like some shitty Hallmark movie and then I haven’t gotten to spend any time alone with you since. I kind of think you owe me.”

“And how do you suggest I pay you back?”

“Well I was thinking you go out to dinner with me tonight,” he suggested with a hopeful look on his face, one brow raised suggestively. “Or we could just order something and eat at my place.”

She hummed as she contemplated the offer, if only to think of a reply beyond an enthusiastic ‘YES’. “That sounds doable,” she finally said, smirking a bit as she watched his face light up, his body language changing instantly.

“There is a stipulation though,” he drawled, before his other hand moved to point at her. “You have to wear this cute dress.”

She shrugged half-heartedly, looking down at their joint hands as she quietly said, “Deal, but only if you promise to take it off later.”

He sighed loudly, his head falling to hang in front of him, his chin in his chest as his low voice rumbled, “Samantha Merrick, what did I tell you about the teenagers?”

She just laughed at him, leaning in to press her lips against his before she let go of his hand and turned to head toward the school, her laughing being interrupted by a swift smack to her backside which caused Chris to be the one laughing while she shot him a playful glare. Sam silently shook her head to herself as she walked, wondering how he could do that… how he could so effortlessly put a smile on her face just by being himself?

With everything still being so brand new, neither of them even having time to talk to each except for a few texts, Sam didn’t want Riley to know just yet and thus started quickening her pace, making sure she was inside the school before any of the baseball team members pulled up. Sam went to the gym where all the tables were set up and went through a meeting with each of the teachers, happy to hear that everyone liked Riley and said what a good student he was. When she was finished, she walked out to the parking lot, glancing over to see the team running laps and waved to Riley as he passed by the fence, glancing behind him to see Chris sending her a wink before pointing at his phone.

She figured out what he meant and looked down at her phone, seeing a text from him saying that she was welcome to hang out at his apartment and that he’d left the key on the back bumper of her car. Sam didn’t know why at first, but the act of familiarity and trust signified warmed her heart a little, texting him that she’d be there when he finished before she drove over to his place. Sam had only been there a handful of times, but she still couldn’t get over it. Chris had a spacious apartment, one that had a door that opened without you having to slam your body weight against it, no noisy neighbors, and the only smells inside it was of the vanilla candle he had on his kitchen counter and the basil plant on the windowsill in the kitchen. She swore she’d never get over the silence and peace here and she slipped off her sneakers and hung her jacket by the door before laying on the couch that was more comfortable than anything she’d ever sat on in her life.

Sam was so content laying there just watching TV until eventually the front door opened and she saw Chris closing the door with his foot as he adjusted his baseball hat with one hand and held up a white plastic bag with his other, stating, “I got some food for later. I thought we could just have dinner here.”

“That sounds good to me,” she smiled, turning and facing him, the side of her face pressed into the overstuffed couch cushion.

“You look very cozy,” he grinned, moving to the kitchen and putting the take out containers in the large fridge, sending her a small grin over his shoulder.

“I am,” she agreed, but soon placed a hand on the-likely ridiculously expensive- couch, breathing, “Chris, this apartment is amazing. It’s so quiet here and everything is so clean and nothing breaks when you touch it.”

“Well you know you’re welcome to come here anytime,” he replied as he shut the fridge with a clang, slowly making his way back over to her as he asked, “Hey how did Riley’s conferences go?”

“Pretty good. Everyone said he’s a sweet kid and that he’s a good student,” she shrugged, but chuckled quietly as she remembered one funny tidbit from the day. “The only feedback I got is that he flirts too much with Kayla during class.”

“Are you serious?!” Chris asked her loudly, brows shooting up as he flopped onto the couch next to her, a loud laugh escaping him. “Oh my god I wish that was the worst feedback I got in school!”

“I know, me too,” she agreed, resting her head on her hand as she faced him.

He leaned his head to the side, fingers tapping restlessly on his leg as he asked, “So are he and Kayla dating now? I saw her waiting for him after practice.”

She rolled her eyes fondly, shaking her head. “He always just calls it ‘hanging out’ but they basically are. He’s spending the afternoon with her and then taking her to her orthodontist appointment before coming home.”

“So does that mean I get you all to myself for the entire afternoon?”

“Looks like it,” she smirked, watching as he raised his brows and nodded slowly.

“Sounds pretty damn good to me.”

Chris started moving closer to her and Sam wanted to make it obvious she reciprocated and held her arms out for him. He crawled on the couch until he could carefully lay himself on top of her, keeping some of the weight on his arm propping him up and the rest pressing down on her. Sam loved the feeling of him being on top of her, feeling him close to her while his arm snaked around her back and held her even tighter before bringing his lips down to hers. As if Sam hadn’t been comfortable enough in the quiet, clean apartment on the impossibly soft couch, add Chris’ kiss to the mixture and she swore there was no better feeling.

He broke the kiss to move down her neck, Sam’s hand running through his hair as he went.“This is a lot more comfortable than the front seat of your car,” she murmured, her voice breaking off into a gasp as he nipped at her skin lightly. “This time I don’t have a steering wheel in my back.”

He chuckled against her, placing his chin on her collarbone as he looked at her with a smirk. “Or at your place where all the cigarette and weed smell coming through the walls kind of kills the mood.”

“I was more worried about my rickety bed breaking with how much it was creaking,” she huffed, laughing when he loudly did so, a wide grin on his face.

“Well I’m planning on kissing you here on this couch a lot more often from here on out,” he whispered, a wolfish smirk on his face before he lowered it back to her skin, moving closer and closer to her lips again.

Sam’s head relaxed onto the couch pillow as Chris’ hand ran up her thigh, slipping underneath her dress and coming up to squeeze her hip before his lips came back to connect to hers, making Sam breathless in the most beautiful way. This time was so different than before. There was no uncertainty or wondering how the other person truly felt. There was an understanding and emotion between them that was absent before, shared promises and hopes that only made all the feelings stirring inside them both stronger than ever before.

Wanting more of him, Sam let one of her hands wander down the rigid landscape of his body while their deep kiss left them both seeing stars. She let her hand keep wandering until she found the band of his black Nike sweatpants, slipping underneath it and traveling down until her hand was resting on top of his slowly hardening cock, the fabric of his boxers being the only thing that separated her from feeling his skin. Despite knowing what it could do to her and how it felt inside of her, she'd never done this before, never taken care of him before, and she was eager to be able to hear the way it sounded when the breath hitched in his throat and moaned into her mouth like he was doing right now.

Sam smiled against his lips when she felt him roll his hips against her hand, wanting more friction which she happily gave before trying to find the opening in his boxers so she could slide her hand against his skin but he pulled his swollen lips away from hers when she did. At first she was confused, not understanding if she had done something wrong or not, but when she saw the look in his blue eyes, she knew that couldn’t be it.

“This is the first time we don’t have to rush it,” his low voice rasped, a dangerous grin sliding on his face as he promised, “So I’m going to take my time with you.”

Hearing those words lowly whispered to her was enough to have a violent shiver running down her spine, causing Chris’ lips to curve into a smirk. He leaned down to peck at her lips a few more times before slowly crawling off of her and stood on the floor next to the couch. She watched as his thick arms effortlessly scooped her up and carried her into the bedroom where he set her down on her feet on the nice hardwood floor, his lips coming right back to hers as his hands worked at the zipper on her dress until it was falling down to pool on the floor.

Sam couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed as he took half a step back to let his blue eyes drag over her body. Sure he’d seen her naked before but this was different. This time he actually was looking at her and she cared what he thought. She was suddenly acutely aware of her black cotton panties with a fraying band and her mismatched tan faded bra that had obviously seen better days while she stood among furniture that likely cost more than two months rent on her apartment. Her bottom lip came between her teeth as she tried to look anywhere but his face and turned to get onto the bed, desperate for some sort of distraction but Chris wouldn’t give her that.

He gently grabbed her arm, tugging her up against his chest and let one arm slide around her waist while he used the other to run a hand through her wild hair. Chris’ blue eyes were looking right into hers, making Sam feel like he was looking right into her soul as he told her, “You’re so beautiful, baby.”

And she knew then, she was a goner for him.

She also found out that Chris stayed true to his word, taking his time getting her out of her underwear and laying her down on the soft bed, kissing every inch of her body before he buried his face between her legs. Sam had thought the first couple times with him had been good… really good actually, but this was already better. Getting to have her hands running through his hair and feeling his beard scratch against his thighs was enough to ruin her right then and there.

Sam was left moaning and writhing underneath him from the actions of his tongue but she wasn’t pushed off of that peak until his eyes met hers from in between her legs and she couldn’t hold on any longer, her body shaking as she came. But Chris didn’t lift his face from between her thighs, his tongue still licking and rubbing sensually until Sam’s breathing had returned to normal.

He worked his way up her body the same way he came down, peppering kisses all over her skin until he was back up to her face, hovering over her with that smirk that drove her wild. Sam wanted- no needed- him and grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him down quickly to crash their lips together. The one thing that was the same between them from before until now was the combustion between them. It was like electricity running through them when their lips met and all it did was leave them wanting more.

Their hands were everywhere, grasping and squeezing while their kisses turned more sloppy and passionate, wanting so much more. Sam’s hands yanked down the waistband of his boxers, wanting to feel that round firm baseball butt underneath her fingertips and gave it a rough squeeze, causing him to grunt against her skin. She knew she had the upper hand for the moment and took the opportunity to wrap a leg around his hip, rolling him over so that he was laying on his back while Sam straddled his waist, dragging herself over him a few times, laughing to herself as she watched him squirm.

“Sammy…”

“Yes?” She asked quietly, a smirk on her face as his breath hitched.

His hands landed on her hips, squeezing them tightly as he whispered, “Gonna fuckin’ kill me.”

“Not a bad way to go, though,” she whispered back with a grin. Sam didn’t wait for his response and laid down on his chest, starting by nipping at his neck while his big hands wandered down her back until they came to hold each of her round cheeks in his hands, squeezing tightly when she sucked at a particularly sensitive spot. Both of them knew he was going to be covered in hickeys by tomorrow but the thought only made Chris throb, loving the idea of being marked by his girl. Sam kept her lips moving down, gently biting at some of the black tattoos that inked his skin and sucking along his skin to pull out those beautiful moans from deep inside his chest.

When she started working lower and lower, Chris sloppily reached over to pull open the drawer to pull out the condom that Sam quickly snatched from his hands, rolling it on him herself and purposely dragging her fingers along his throbbing length as she did so. Sam couldn’t help but smile as she saw Chris’ long eyelashes flutter closed as she puffed out a long breath, trying to keep his composure. She knew he liked to be in control, but seeing what she could do to him gave her a little boost of pride before she lined herself up and sunk down onto him, causing each of them to cry out from the pleasure.

Each time before had been fast and felt like a whirlwind, but this time was different. They both were fully aware of each sensation, each drag of his thick cock against her walls, and each low moan of pleasure that spilled from their lips. Sam rested her hands on his toned abdomen, using it as leverage to lift herself up before roughly falling right back down over and over again. At first she had Chris right where she wanted him… a complete mess. He was panting and running a hand through his hair, overwhelmed by the feeling, his eyes- when they were open- were glazed over. But when he finally gained some of his composure, his blue eyes opened and stared right at her, just watching the way she bounced on him over and over again and loving every second.

Sam saw his hands reach out to grasp her hips, helping her find a good pace before he let one of his hands come around to roughly smack her soft cheek, making her cry out from the sting. Sam’s pace started to falter as he brought his hand back to spank her soft skin again and again while Chris just smirked, a newfound energy filling him. He held onto her waist as he rolled them over, keeping himself nestled inside her as he got Sam on her back while he took over control.

Now it was Sam’s turn to lay there, completely overwhelmed by the pleasure coursing through her as he found that rhythm again. He held onto her hips tightly, telling her how good she felt and how, in his words, fucking gorgeous she was while he kept rocking in and out until Sam was seeing stars, her entire body tightening before that peak hit her again. Chris happily watched the emotions on her face while he kept working himself inside her, coaxing her through her orgasm until he couldn’t hold on any longer and came behind her with a long moan.

Sam’s eyes were squeezed shut as she tried to calm her body down but she still blindly reached out for him, wanting to pull his sweaty body against hers, needing to feel him by her to remind herself that this time was different. This time they were going to be together afterwards and that was something brand new. But at first she was denied her wish, Chris getting off the bed to quickly clean himself up and came back to do the same for Sam before climbing on the bed and finally granting Sam her wish.

Chris pulled the blankets up over them before holding her naked body up against his warm frame, littering her face with little kisses while her hand rubbed at his chest. It felt so wonderful, almost oddly beautiful to get to be sharing this moment together but disappointment washed over them both when their moment was interrupted by the piercing sound of a phone ringing.

He listened as she sighed, pulling her head off of his chest as she shoved the blankets off of her. “That’s mine.”

“Just ignore it,” he whispered back, keeping his arms around her as he couldn’t help but frown.

“I can’t,” she shook her head, biting her lip as she looked at him, the pair in somewhat of a silent battle over this.

A sad sigh fell out of Chris’ lips, Chris shaking his head and loosening his hold on her before Sam pushed out of the bed, grabbing Chris’ white tee shirt and pulling it on over her frame before hurrying out to the living room where she dug her phone out of the pocket of her jacket and quickly answered the phone. He watched her through the open doorway, unable to hear the conversation clearly but he didn’t find it in him to care… he was too preoccupied with the way she looked in his shirt, the way it hung over her lanky frame, just barely covering the curve of her ass. And she was his, in nearly every way.

She hung up her phone, padding back into his bedroom as she dropped it on an end table, raising a brow and looking at him as she said, “That was Riley.”

He nodded, leaning up on one arm. “You probably have to go, huh?”

“Nope, he was just calling to ask if it was fine that he stayed at Kayla’s house for dinner and then watched a movie,” she smiled, biting her lip as she lifted the blankets and the sheet, sliding back underneath them.

“I’m certainly glad to hear that,” he grinned, feeling warm from the inside out as his arms came to rest around her. “Because I want this. I want to be able to just hold you.”

Sam huffed out a laugh, shaking her head as she looked up at him, her eyes bright. “Wow, that's pretty soft and tender coming from the man who just was smacking my ass.”

“Well see, you have to have balance,” he began, waggling his eyebrows a bit as he suppressed a laugh, tightening his hold on her.

“Oh is that what it is?”

He smirked, rolling onto his side a bit to face her. “Yeah that’s what it is, smartass,” he grinned, pecking her forehead lightly.

“Well I’m okay with that, because I really like this,” she whispered to him, swallowing nervously as she looked into his eyes.

“Me too, baby,” he whispered back, his hand running up and down her back underneath his shirt.

She nodded, hand resting on his arm, stilling his motions as she said, “Just in case it wasn’t clear, I want you to know that I don’t want to be with anyone but you.”

“Good because I don’t think I’d handle it well if you said you don’t want to date me,” he laughed, shaking his head and shrugging cheekily. “I mean, otherwise all those mornings I spent drinking shitty coffee and eating burnt eggs would have gone to waste.”

“Did you really come in just because of me?”

“Well it wasn’t because I liked the shitty food, I just liked the person who brought it,” he confessed to her.

“...You…” she started, pausing and looking over his head out at the sunset. He stayed quiet, letting her gather her thoughts and work through things mentally, patiently waiting when she finally continued, “You… make me really happy.”

“Good, because you make me really happy too,” he grinned, his hand moving over to rest on her hip with a smile. “I like you here, like this.”

“I do too.”

A/N: They're finally a couple! These two little stubborn babies are SO cute together and we're so happy to share them with you all!

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AO3 | FFN Royai Week 2021 | Day 1 – King’s gambit/Queen’s gambit Rating: M (light drinking, sexual content) Genre: Lemon Word Count: 3,230

A/N: Happy Royai Week, everyone! Welcome to the spiciest thing I've written so far, which marks the first time I'm starting Royai Week with smut. I hope this feeds you well. Special shoutout to Mica for adding life to this with the gorgeous art! 😍

Something stirs in her; on one hand, it would be easy to call it yearning. But on the other, nothing that concerns Roy Mustang has ever been easy. Riza has always equated these things with methodical moves and calculated risks.

And so, for once, Riza pictures herself playing her game not for Roy’s sake, but for hers. She imagines that the stakes are different, the rules may be broken, and the only person she has ever wanted is both her gamble and her prize. She could have it all now—she need only play her piece.

———

Roy Mustang was made for a night like this. Handsome, stylish dress uniform, hair slicked back like a frame around his striking facial features, an air of dignity in his walk, his posture, even his gaze. He wears it all so well that he stands out from older, more distinguished company in the East City Hotel, where tonight, the Eastern Army is holding an extravagant ball in recognition of its recently promoted officers.

Riza is present as well, of course. For the occasion, she has traded her usual military attire for a blue satin gown with a flatteringly slender silhouette. A sash pinned with the insignia of her rank hangs from her shoulder to her hip. Having gone up the stage much earlier in the program for her own recognition, she has now retreated to the far end of the room, from where she’s got a full view of Roy as he waits to be called in front of the crowd.

Her promotion from Second to First Lieutenant is nowhere near as significant as his becoming Colonel, but it is no less her night than his. Selfish though the thought may be, it’s true that Roy owes this night to her, every title and every honor conferred to him. In every aspect of his life, she has made a crucial choice that allowed him to take a step in the right direction towards their goals—his goals that she has chosen to make her own.

“For the rank of Colonel, Roy Mustang…”

It was Riza’s choice to join him in the military, and it was this choice that has kept him on his path and his eyes on these goals. She has been devoted to his success just as much as to her act of atonement, but she was not subservient to either. Roy also carries with him the burden of their sins in Ishval. Her responsibility over his atonement means that she has more power than a subordinate would normally have under their superior. Anyone could be a dutiful subordinate or competent bodyguard, after all, but only she could be trusted with his life as well as his death.

“… the formidable Flame Alchemist…”

And it was her choice to reveal the secrets of flame alchemy, entrusted to her by her father, that first set him on the path towards his goals for the people and the country in the first place. Had she not trusted him, Roy would have searched further and longer for some other practice of alchemy. Had Riza chosen to die with her father’s secrets, Roy might not have come anywhere near who he is now.

“… and Hero of Ishval.”

Every choice she has made in their intertwined lives has determined the course of his, even when he should have been none of her concern. This was especially true in Ishval. She could have pulled the trigger at any time when she despised him most. She could have reversed the choice that brought him to Ishval. Riza chose instead to be an ally—a friend in a war where every other sense of humanity seemed to have been lost.

The Hero of Ishval was made through her actions; as was the Flame Alchemist; as was this shiny new Colonel Roy Mustang. As he is introduced by Lieutenant General Grumman, he takes his place at the center of the ballroom stage, and his titles and promotion seem all the more impressive due to the fact that he is the only new Colonel being recognized tonight. The crowd erupts in a reverent applause which Riza does not join in.

In different circumstances, if it weren’t for the very cards they have been dealt, tonight could have truly been happy, a cause for celebration. But their plans continue forming and unfolding; this game on which they have staked their lives does not pause. And so Riza watches him as she drinks her champagne, quietly imagining the steps they ought to take next, the moves they must plan, the sacrifices she must make in this gambit where she is both player and piece and he is the king set to take it all.

Her life is a game which she plays for Roy Mustang to win.

When his moment passes and the ceremony moves on, Roy descends from the stage, searching through the crowd for Riza. He finds her and meets her gaze across the room, and for a moment she wavers in her train of thought. She is familiar with this feeling. She has felt its pull before, but never this strongly, never with enough clarity so as to explicitly name him its object. How could she possibly feel it towards someone for whose sake she has forgotten her own needs and her own desires? How could she not be indifferent instead?

Riza leaves her champagne on a nearby table and turns in the opposite direction to walk off its effects. The party thankfully offers plenty enough distraction from the drink and from Roy. She meets a few colleagues here and there, makes small talk, and when she loses sight of Roy, she’s certain that he has been intercepted by people wishing to congratulate him or rub elbows with him for his prodigious rise through the ranks. She soon manages to extricate herself from the crowd and disappear from the ballroom.

———

“You should be celebrating tonight, Lieutenant.”

Riza knows that Roy has found her before he even speaks. She didn’t think that he would. She had wandered around the hotel until she found herself in distant, unfamiliar hallways decorated with beautiful artwork that she could admire until her intoxication had worn off enough to safely drive home. But there is no mistaking the sound of his footsteps or the scent of his perfume tinged with the liquor from the party. Part of her wants to disappear again, but his proximity in an otherwise deserted place seems to further slow down her currently unreliable reflexes.

Riza smiles dryly. “Does it matter if we received our actual promotions a week ago? We all know this is just an excuse to flatter ourselves and have a good time without spending our own money.” Roy smirks as she shakes her head. “Either way, I think I'll enjoy the party much better here, away from the crowd. But you're everyone's darling for the evening. They'll be wanting you back."

Roy sighs and rubs the side of his head, as if the very thought tires him. "I see enough of them at work. And there's going to be more of them around now, especially when we get transferred to Central. This night isn't about them."

The mention of Central causes Riza to bristle with alertness. She whips her head around to ascertain that the hallway is deserted. Behind her, she finds an intricately carved double door, and she quickly strides across the hallway to it. To her surprise, it is unlocked; the room beyond it appears to be dark and deserted. Riza shoots a glance at Roy as she enters. He swiftly follows.

Riza spots a nearby floor lamp just before she locks the door. For a moment, the room is pitch black, then Riza switches on the lamp. Its warm glow is just enough for her to make out Roy’s face and the silhouettes of the furniture in the room. They seem to have found themselves in a lavish parlour with a high-backed sofa and matching armchairs, a handsome tea table for two, a fireplace carved from white marble, and a vintage piano.

“I see you’re already making plans for proceeding to Central,” Riza begins. “We should be more careful about discussing them from now on, Colonel. Everyone has their eyes on you.”

Roy stares at her questioningly. Then, a small laugh breaks through his expression, and he shakes his head. “I’m not. I didn’t come looking for you to talk about our plans.”

She frowns. “What is it, then?”

“It’s just like I said. You should be celebrating tonight.” He draws what sounds like both a nervous breath and a laugh. “It wouldn’t have been right to enjoy the party without you. You’re the reason we’ve both come this far.” He pauses, and then his voice turns softer than before. There is no trace of a smile left in it or on his face. “I know you know that, Lieutenant.”

In the soft light, Roy’s face appears flushed, his features softer than they were when she watched him back at the ballroom. Riza doesn’t realize just how close he is until the scent of champagne on her is lost to his raspberry wine. Something stirs in her; on one hand, it would be easy to call it yearning. But on the other, nothing that concerns Roy Mustang has ever been easy. Riza has always equated these things with methodical moves and calculated risks.

But never in any of their plans or her own did she consider this a possible outcome, that Roy Mustang would be kissing her with one gentle hand on her face and another on her waist, or that the warmth of his body could be such a welcome comfort. He kisses her as if he has known for a long time just how closely he would need to lean in, how to tilt his head to the correct angle so that the curve of his lips would fit perfectly with hers. Riza senses this not because of unrestrained passion—on the contrary, Roy is perfectly still. The kiss is tender, but the rest of him is tense, as if it’s the only thing holding him together now. Or as if it’s the only thing he has held out for all this time.

Roy breaks away from her slowly, and it’s Riza whose heart is thundering in her chest. Perhaps, had the game been hers alone to play, it wouldn’t have led them so far so soon. Had it been she to approach him first, they might have only teetered over their fragile lines and not fully crossed to a point of no return. But Roy has taken her by surprise where the playing field has always seemed to be even between them. This, she cannot accept—she has never made a gamble that she did not see through. This will not change now.

She will play her game on her own terms.

Riza flings her arms over Roy’s shoulders as she kisses him, one hand running through his hair and undoing it back to the style she knows and likes best on him. It makes her want more—thank heavens that he realizes it right away. He responds so ardently that they stumble, so he steers her until she falls back against the piano and dissonant notes blare over their sighs. His hand runs down her side, over her hip and into the slit of her blue dress, where he reaches under her thigh and lifts it up against his leg.

But Riza refuses to give in so easily. She trails her hand down his front, all the way down to where he has started to turn hard. A gasp escapes him when she wraps her fingers around his erection and tugs at it. It gives her an opportunity to push back and reverse their positions so he is seated on the piano—it clangs unpleasantly again—and she is leaning over him as she makes short work of his jacket and his shirt to kiss his chest. The further down Riza drags her lips, the less familiar she is with the territory she is exploring, but she goes on until she brushes against that warm, rough outline. Riza tugs his trousers down, and when he springs free of his clothing, she takes Roy into her mouth.

He is exactly how she wants him right now, inelegant and vulnerable with his head hanging all the way back. Riza starts off slowly, but she is eager to figure out whether she can get him to unravel more quickly with her lips running back and forth along the length of him, or with her fingers massaging the base which her mouth cannot reach. His pleasure seems to build unhurriedly until she twists her tongue around, making him throb and moan quaveringly. She becomes hungry to hear more of him and picks up the pace, never mind that the effort is choking her. Roy grips her hair until it falls out of its pins, ultimately coming loose down her back. She goes, and goes, and she thinks he might be close, but then—

But then Roy pulls her up so he could kiss her, and Riza sighs in pleasure, and it isn’t enough for her just to watch him unravel anymore. She falls into him in a blissful, drunken haze, allowing him to kiss and caress her and unzip her dress. She could burst into flames at every part of her that he touches, even the scars that he had left on her back when their game was at its deadliest. He begins rubbing her between her legs, and there it hardly matters whether his touch flutters over her skin like candlelight or pushes as suddenly as lightning—the sensation just builds and builds, like a storm stirring up the sea.

How could he know so well what to do with her, how to give her just enough and yet leave her wanting more without ever having explored her this way before? The question is quickly lost in Riza’s mind as he finds other ways to arouse her. Now, he’s pulling the top of her dress down, switching positions with her again, alternating between kissing her lips and her breasts. It’s easy to follow him where he goes when he’s leading her through a dazzling trance, easier than it has ever been to follow him in any other way.

The storm slows only once as Roy’s lips brush against her ear with a stammering plea. “Do you want me to—can I keep going?”

Riza hardly recognizes the sound of her own voice when she gasps, “Please.”

Slowly, carefully, he enters her, with her dress hiked up above her hips. Despite the mild ache that comes with it at first, it feels better than anything she could have planned or imagined. Riza is shaking now. She buries her face in Roy’s neck and moans there, where only he can hear her, and she feels his excitement growing at the sound of it. He begins to thrust into her—clang, clang, clang, goes the piano—first at an even pace, which helps ease away her initial discomfort. When the tension disappears from her shoulders, she finds herself swaying against him hungrily. He varies from going exhilaratingly fast to tantalizingly slow—clang, clang, clang!—and at some point, she whimpers—

“Roy—"

It seems to awaken something feral in him. Everything he does with her is greedy now, from his kisses running clumsily from her neck to her lips and back, to his hands grabbing at every part of her that he can reach—and although she likes him like this, unhinged and at the same time in complete control, it makes her want to give him more than she is getting.

Riza pushes herself off the piano and into Roy, and he is more than willing to let her drive him down to the floor. There, she pulls at his hair as she kisses him, then shifts slightly so he can kiss her chest while she slowly sinks down and allows him back into her. Their rhythm is easier to find this time. She starts off at a pace that builds up the heat in her body just right, then later allows his hands and hips to guide her with more fervor and intent. Soon, the pleasure is just too close for her to wait any longer, and they are both overcome with an aching desperation—

“Roy”—she pleads, groans—“oh—"

“Riza—ahh—fuck—”

“Don’t stop, don’t stop—"

Roy climbs over her, snaking his arms around her to grab at her chest, and he enters her from behind without breaking their rhythm, thrusting vigorously until and throughout her release. The rush, the bliss, the high is simply unthinkable—Riza presses her forehead down and bites her own hand hard to keep herself from screaming. She sinks into an ungraceful sprawl on the floor, drenched in sweat and tremors and Roy’s weight all over her body, but also as feeling if she were made purely of her sensations, with no physical body at all.

A moment passes, or two, or an eternity before she turns to lie on her back. Roy has collapsed next to her and entangled with her, so he adjusts to make way for her. She then finds herself looking up at him; Roy is leaning over her, seeming like an entirely different person with his gentle gaze, his tousled hair, his clothes only barely clinging to his body. His clothes—a reminder of who he is, and therefore, the gravity of what they have just done.

The high subsides almost as quickly as it came over her.

The room is piercingly silent as they scramble back to their feet and several meters away from each other. They keep their backs turned as they smooth their clothes back onto themselves and comb their hair into some normal, unquestionable style. Riza’s senses settle back into rationality at last. This was not a different way to play their old game. This was a temporary escape, a rare exception to her life’s unwavering rules.

“Riza.”

It’s unsettling how he says her name as if it were what he normally calls her, so she does not respond. Surely, he understands that what has just transpired between them must remain in the past, in favor of the reality that they left outside the door. Surely, he knows as well as she does that that reality has already resumed before they have even left the room.

He calls her name again. Riza, again, refuses to acknowledge him.

“Lieutenant.”

Her resolve wavers for only a moment. Riza knows exactly what he is doing. She knows her own excuse for this lapse in judgment—she knows how to keep it from happening ever again. But she can tell by his current insistence and his earlier passion that he doesn’t consider this a mistake like she does. This is, after all, exactly how he plays the game—head on, without hesitation. Roy has broken the rules more thoroughly than she has. He would have done so without her instigation. He has made perfectly clear the gamble that he is willing to make for her.

Riza turns, brushing past Roy and out of the room without so much as looking at him—leaving him behind the door, leaving as much of her selfish desires as she can possibly let go of—because she knows she must keep him from gambling everything away.

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The Most Beautiful Moment in Life <I’M FINE>

BTS Universe Story Highlights, pt. 2 / 4

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Introduction

JungKook’s and YoonGi’s stories are the first of the paid content in BTS Universe Story and are substantially more detailed than the episodes covered in part 1. As this led to longer summaries (4.2k and 3k), I have added “tl;dr commentary” at the bottom of the post after a section of additional thoughts. This commentary summarizes the parenthetical asides I made throughout the summaries and may be of interest as standalone reading to those who have already played the game yet would like to review its connections to the BU texts and MVs.

Content warning: contains references to death, suicide, suicidal ideation, child abuse, domestic violence, blood, homicide, depression, trauma, PTSD

This guide contains major spoilers and includes references to other BU media

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The Boy on the Threshold

In this story, SeokJin works to uncover the motivations behind JungKook’s nightly street wandering, instigation of fights with thugs, and decision to jump from the roof of a construction site. He was aware of the “darkness” within JungKook but never thought that he would give up on himself. SeokJin is determined to find a way to make JungKook think “I want to live” on his own.

In the afternoon on 11 April Year 22, SeokJin drives by the crosswalk outside Songju Jeil High School. Spotting a grim-faced JungKook, he gets out to greet him. JungKook visibly brightens and pelts him with question after question, finally finishing with, “But how come you’re here at school?” If the player chooses the response “I came to see you” rather than “I was in the neighborhood,” JungKook seems a little disbelieving due to the coincidental timing but nevertheless pleased. SeokJin offers him a ride, thinking that JungKook will not carry out that night’s actions from previous loops if he gets home right away. In the car, SeokJin reminisces aloud about the day they all met. On 3 March Year 19, all seven boys arrived late on the first day at Songju Jeil High School and were scolded outside by the Dean. (Aside from the absence of extra students, this scene looks very similar to the BTS Begins Middle Scene VCR, including the detail of YoonGi arriving last. This VCR predates official BU content.) When the Dean spotted SeokJin in their lineup, he reduced their punishment of community service for one month to just that afternoon. After classes, the boys cleaned the annex. The old classroom-turned-storage room became their secret hideout where they enjoyed various activities like dancing, playing the piano, and spending time with one another. JungKook appears happy as they chat about their school days, although in one path, his face falls after he remembers when he and YoonGi were caught in the annex. SeokJin is concerned, but JungKook insists, “It’s nothing.”

They say goodbye outside JungKook’s house, but SeokJin watches to make sure he goes inside. JungKook hesitates before ringing the bell at the gate. His mom answers, surprised and at a loss by his unexpected arrival. She asks him to come back later because his father’s relatives stopped by, and the intercom cuts off before he can answer. (His mother remarried, so this is really his step-father and family.) SeokJin wonders if JungKook has no one to lean on at school or at home and if this is why he wanders the streets at night. He asks JungKook where he wants to go now. “The beach… the one I went to with you guys,” JungKook answers, then says he’s kidding when SeokJin hesitates, thinking about the night ahead. SeokJin invites JungKook home instead, hoping to keep an eye on him before he needs to save NamJoon at the gas station.

In his bedroom, SeokJin hastily takes down the map and notes pinned on the wall of the boys’ incidents around the city. After letting JungKook inside, he shows him a box of photos from their time together in school. While JungKook browses, a notification on SeokJin’s phone reminds him of Songho Foundation’s inaugural ceremony that evening. Songho Foundation is a scholarship foundation funded by his maternal grandmother’s estate, and his father formally introduces him on this occasion. SeokJin also receives a call from his father’s long-time aide, a man he refers to as Uncle JunHo, who instructs him not to be late to the ceremony. Claiming it won’t take him long, SeokJin asks JungKook to stay there and wait for him to return. He is worried about leaving JungKook alone but also concerned that bringing him to the gas station after the ceremony will make him late to intervening in NamJoon’s incident.

In the lobby of the hotel hosting the Songho Foundation Inauguration Ceremony, SeokJin recognizes many important faces from around the city: Song JunHo, his father’s aide; Seo HyunJung, the city’s deputy mayor; the CEO of Youngjin Engineering & Construction Company; a professor from Munhyeon University; and the Jeil High School principal, Jo JinMyung. SeokJin doesn’t want to cross paths with the principal but is drawn into a conversation with him, the mayor, and his father, Kim ChangJun. “Assemblyman! Congratulations on the launch of the scholarship foundation,” Deputy Mayor Seo says to Kim ChangJun. “I hear that your son has been accepted to Munhyeon University? You must be happy that he’s attending your alma mater.” Kim ChangJun shakes his head. “He still has a lot to learn.” She remarks that everyone knows how well SeokJin has grown up and inquires about his career plans. The player is presented with three choices: “I haven’t decided yet,” “I want to become a good person,” and “I want to become someone like my father.” SeokJin’s father continues to look grim while the others chuckle in response to the first two answers, but his expression softens at the third, which SeokJin knew would not rub him the wrong way. Deputy Mayor Seo proposes to Assemblyman Kim that they establish a regular meeting to discuss community development, mentioning that it would be better if he could invite the city’s prominent citizens and give a speech. Assemblyman Kim agrees, telling his assistant Song JunHo to make note of it. The ceremony concludes, and the guests head towards the hotel’s restaurant. SeokJin is wary of his father’s watchful gaze but impatient to carry out the rest of the night’s plans. While his father is surrounded by other people, he informs Uncle JunHo that he has to leave to work on a group project. SeokJin slips out of the hotel and heads to NamJoon’s gas station.

While SeokJin is gone, one of the photos in the box catches JungKook’s eye. It shows the seven boys sitting on a wall with the ocean behind them. (This photo resembles the shot in Euphoria at 5’32” except that they appear to be wearing school uniform shirts and slacks.) A flashback retells the afternoon of 12 June Year 19 when the boys cut school early and visited the sea, trudging over 3 kilometers under the scorching sun to find a boulder that is rumored to make your dreams come true. (The date is not specified in the game, but the memory closely follows this set of entries in The Notes 1.) Everyone collapses in disappointment when they can’t find the rock at its designated location. JungKook is tired but not as disappointed as the others—just walking there with them is enough for him, even though he often feels uncertain of his place among the group. He gets up on the pier railing, reflecting: “I’ve always liked walking on the edge of walls or on top of lines. Focusing on centering my gravity means that I don’t really think of anything else, and the boundary—not quite a part of either place—always felt like where I should be.” Balancing precariously, JungKook walks until someone grabs his arm. YoonGi scolds him not to do this. JungKook assures him that he will not fall but privately thinks: “YoonGi would often grab my arm when I walked on railings. The others would look after me, too, after seeing him do that. I liked their helping hands. It felt like they were telling me that I should go to them. That this wasn’t my place. Maybe their hands were why I walked on the railings.”

The story returns to the present in SeokJin’s perspective. He rushes back to his room after saving NamJoon and finds JungKook asleep, leaning against the bed with the photos still scattered around him. Feeling both relief and regret, SeokJin quietly coaxes JungKook to lay down and sleep more comfortably. JungKook wakes up and says he should go home after hearing that it’s past ten o’clock. The game cuts briefly to SeokJin’s father in his study with his aide. Kim ChangJun asks Song JunHo to fetch SeokJin, as he needs to know what goes on for the foundation. JunHo says that SeokJin must be entertaining a guest for the group project because he spotted an unfamiliar pair of shoes in the entryway.

Back in his bedroom, SeokJin is startled when his father knocks on the door. It’s rare for his father to visit the second floor of their home, so he let his guard down while chatting with JungKook. “F-Father.” Stammering, SeokJin flinches and gathers up the scattered photos. “Did you leave the ceremony early to waste time like this? Even lying to say you were doing a school project?” asks Kim ChangJun. His cold and reproachful stare suffocates SeokJin. When his father’s eyes scan to JungKook standing awkwardly at the side, SeokJin is plunged into a childhood memory. On 10 October Year 9, 9-year-old SeokJin hid a school friend who was being chased by scary men in his bedroom. His father arrived and asked if the boy was Mr. Choi’s son, saying people had come to take him. When Kim ChangJun ordered him to “be a good boy,” SeokJin froze and was powerless to stop his friend from being handed over. The following day, SeokJin was told his friend transferred schools. (This event is also depicted as the first entry of The Notes 1.) In the present, SeokJin struggles to think of an explanation, smothered by that memory and his father’s pressuring stare. JungKook timidly speaks up. “I was only here to visit for a short while. I was actually about to head home. Hey, I’ll go now.” SeokJin knows he can’t leave him alone yet and finally forces himself to move. “Father, I… I’m going to go out for a little while.” He runs outside, but JungKook is already gone.

The story cuts to JungKook’s perspective as he arrives in a familiar alleyway. He is thankful that SeokJin was so considerate to him but feels that he shouldn’t have gone to his home since it made things more complicated for his friend. “YoonGi even got expelled because of me… Why do I always mess things up for the people around me?” JungKook thinks. The player is presented the choice to either text SeokJin or call YoonGi. In the first path, SeokJin calls JungKook while he is mid-text and says that he’ll come pick him up, but JungKook declines, thanks him, and hangs up. In the second path, JungKook fiddles with his phone, wondering if YoonGi will be annoyed or even answer. He remembers when they crossed paths a few days earlier. On 7 April Year 22, JungKook heard a familiar tune while roaming the dark streets and saw YoonGi playing piano through a broken window of a music shop. YoonGi stopped and eventually staggered out of the shop without noticing JungKook reaching out to him. JungKook tried to play the music by memory, and suddenly YoonGi returned—just like their days at the classroom. (Note: In his 7 April Year 22 entry of The Notes 1, YoonGi is drunk and stumbling by an empty construction site when he recognizes a clumsy piano tune that he’d been playing “not long ago.” But when he runs to the music shop and finds JungKook, the text does not indicate that he remembers this is his second visit to the shop this evening. Additionally, the Wings short film First Love seems to reference some of the events of this night—or evokes YoonGi’s distorted memories of it, mingled with a representation of JungKook’s later accident.)

In the present (11 April), JungKook wonders if YoonGi is doing well. He has thought about him since their chance encounter but doesn’t have the courage to call him first. (The narrative paths rejoin here.) JungKook wonders where he should go now yet doesn’t want to think about anything. He stops in the middle of the road, and a passing car’s headlights make him dizzy. SeokJin arrives in the distance and shouts his name, but JungKook just thinks, “One more step from here. Just one more step, and everything ends.” He steps in front of the honking car. SeokJin calls him in the distance, and JungKook feels everything slip farther away. The glass shatters and the loop resets.

Awakening once more on the morning of 11 April, SeokJin vows to protect JungKook until the end. The memory of arriving too late as JungKook threw himself in front of the car reminds him of how he was also unable to protect his childhood friend when he was 9. He needs to devise a new plan, since JungKook practically ran out of the house when confronted by Kim ChangJun. The story cuts to that evening, with JungKook looking at the photo in SeokJin’s bedroom. This time, SeokJin ignores his phone’s buzzing reminder about Songho Foundation’s inaugural ceremony. He asks JungKook where he’d like to get next and, when he doesn’t have any ideas, offers him a tour of the university campus.

JungKook seems happier looking around the campus, the cherry blossoms in full bloom. SeokJin uses this opportunity to ask him if anything is on his mind and if school is going well. JungKook answers nonchalantly, but SeokJin remembers how grim he looked at the school crosswalk that afternoon. He asks if JungKook still hangs out with the other guys. “HoSeok and TaeHyung are working part-time jobs. The others… I’m not sure,” JungKook answers, expression darkening. SeokJin wonders if he shouldn’t have brought it up but still presses him. “How come? You should talk to them from time to time.” “But it’s because of me,” says JungKook. “The reason why YoonGi was expelled… It was because he was trying to protect me.”

SeokJin either responds “It’s not your fault” or “Don’t think that way.” Following the first choice, JungKook insists, “No, it’s my fault. YoonGi wouldn’t have talked back to the teacher if I wasn’t there.” SeokJin shakes his head. “No, you couldn’t really do anything given the situation.” JungKook replies that he should have at least apologized and that he never had the chance to tell YoonGi he was sorry. “That’s how you felt, huh… I should’ve done more. I’m sorry,” SeokJin apologizes. JungKook shakes his head with a smile, but SeokJin knows that he doesn’t understand what he really meant. (Per events in The Notes 1, it is technically SeokJin’s fault that the teacher found them in the classroom.) If the second dialogue choice, “Don’t think that way,” is chosen, JungKook questions, “How could I? When it was because of me.” “No…” SeokJin is not brave enough to say that he’s the one to blame. The camera (i.e. the animation) starts wobbling as though SeokJin’s vision is swimming. “SeokJin?” asks JungKook in concern. “I should’ve done more. I’m sorry.” The episode ends with the same dialogue and animation of JungKook shaking his head with a smile, except that in the second path the camera is still wobbling from SeokJin’s perspective. (This is the only episode I noted in the game that has a slight difference in endings based on the player’s final choice, although it is essentially cosmetic.)

Episode 5 opens with a more detailed memory of 11 June Year 20 from JungKook’s perspective. The high school was holding an open house for parents. Not wanting to stay in a classroom, he wandered off and heard piano music drifting from the annex. JungKook slipped into their classroom hideout and settled down to listen. YoonGi continued to play without acknowledging him. The music helped calm JungKook—it seemed as though YoonGi understood how he felt and was trying to console him. The sound cut off abruptly as the door slammed open. “You rascals! What are you doing here?!” the Dean of Students demanded. He slapped JungKook, knocking him down. A flurry of verbal abuse poured over his crumpled form. YoonGi shoved the teacher’s shoulder and stepped in front of JungKook. “Wow, look at this kid… You put your hands on a teacher? You better be prepared, Min YoonGi.” With that ominous threat, the Dean departed. JungKook spoke from the floor. “Hey, sorry for making you—” “It’s nothing,” YoonGi cut in. JungKook wondered why he helped him. It was the first time someone had protected him, and he believed that he would never forget the view of YoonGi’s back. YoonGi asked why JungKook was smiling. “I don’t know.” Still smiling, JungKook touched his throbbing cheek. YoonGi stared at him before breaking into his own smile and sitting down next to him. They sat there wordlessly for some time. The feeling of growing closer to YoonGi made JungKook feel giddy the rest of the day. But YoonGi did not come to school the following day, and two weeks later, he was formally expelled. (The encounter with the teacher and YoonGi’s subsequent expulsion are also referenced in JungKook and YoonGi’s 25 June Year 20 entries in The Notes 1.)

In a brief interlude in the present (11 April at the university campus), SeokJin reflects again that he does not have the courage to confess to JungKook the real reason why they drifted apart. He walks with his eyes trained on the ground until JungKook calls for him to look at the cherry blossoms floating in the wind. The scene cuts to 30 September Year 20 for another of JungKook’s school memories. He stood outside the school’s annex, reflecting that his friends probably didn’t know that he went there every day. Although school was a place he found awkward and unfamiliar, their hideout was a space for him that put him at ease. On that day however, only HoSeok was inside the classroom, gathering up the items they’d left behind. JungKook realized that the time they spent together was now a memory and would never return again. (This is also an entry in The Notes 1.) Back in the present, SeokJin notices that JungKook looks grim once more and tries to improve his mood by asking if they should go to the beach. JungKook privately wonders: “Do you think YoonGi would go? And no one knows what’s going on with JiMin. Will we really be able to go together like we did then?” Holding up his pink camera, SeokJin says they should take a picture to commemorate the evening. They’re both smiling in the photo, and he hopes that they’ll all smile together again one day. After their campus tour, SeokJin walks JungKook home, ignoring the many calls he receives from his father’s assistant JunHo.

At the crosswalk outside the high school the next day (12 April), SeokJin reflects that staying with JungKook instead of attending the inauguration ceremony seemed like a good choice. He prevented JungKook from jumping off the building and stopped NamJoon’s incident too. But SeokJin wants to keep an eye on JungKook for a few days. While he’s waiting, the principal Jo JinMyung approaches and greets him, asking what brings him to the school. SeokJin tries to excuse himself, but the principal brings up the ceremony. “I thought you’d be there, but you weren’t. Did something happen? Why weren’t you there?” Caught off guard, SeokJin either answers vaguely (“I had something important to do”) or honestly (“A friend had an emergency and I couldn’t attend”). JungKook joins them slowly during the exchange, and the principal seems a little suspicious regardless of the player’s choice. In the “honest” path, he adds, “Next time, think about what's truly important before acting.” The paths rejoin when the principal smiles pointedly and mentions that he should call the Assemblyman soon. SeokJin wonders if Jo JinMyung intends to tell his father that he was with JungKook. Kim ChangJun did not approve of the time SeokJin spent with his friends even in school. “Father thinks it’s useless to have human relationships that don’t help you succeed.” When he and JungKook are in his car, SeokJin notices that the principal ominously watches them pull away.

Later that day, SeokJin meets with his father in his office. Kim ChangJun looks exhausted. Though they’re similar heights, to his son he seems like a massive grey wall. “Why didn’t you attend the inauguration ceremony yesterday?” he asks. SeokJin either lies (“A professor asked me to do something last minute”) or answers honestly (“A friend had an emergency and I couldn’t attend”). The ultimate result is the same: Kim ChangJun speaks after a long moment of silence. “The one thing I want from you is for you to be a good son.” “Yes,” says SeokJin. “I don’t think it’s a difficult task. You may leave.” As he exits, SeokJin hears him call Song JunHo and worries that his flimsy excuse will fall apart. Running into the principal may have made matters worse too. Despite his uneasiness, SeokJin has no choice but to keep going and trust that everything will work out. While NamJoon and JungKook are safe for now, he wonders if he can be a person for JungKook to lean on for comfort whenever he needs it so that he will not resort to such an extreme decision again.

SeokJin visits JungKook after school every afternoon the following days. On 15 April, JungKook asks if it’s okay for him to come like this every day. SeokJin assures him, “Yeah. I come to see you because I want to.” He observes that JungKook still seems to take social cues from him rather than acting comfortably, so he encourages him to either pick what they do next or where they should go eat. On 19 April, however, JungKook does not appear at the school gates. SeokJin tries calling him, only to learn that the number isn’t in service. Someone shouts his name, and HoSeok emerges from the Twostar Burger across from the school. “I had heard you were back, but I didn’t think I’d see you here in front of the school.” HoSeok digs a piece of paper out of his pocket, explaining that JungKook stopped by earlier. “He said he’s switching schools.” SeokJin asks where, but HoSeok doesn’t know. This has never happened before in a loop, and SeokJin wonders if he caused it. HoSeok hands over the paper, which JungKook requested be given to SeokJin. It’s a drawing of the cherry blossom tree they saw together, with a thank you note written at the bottom. SeokJin hopes that his suspicions aren’t correct.

Hunting for clues to JungKook’s whereabouts, SeokJin visits Jeil High School’s administrative office the next day (20 April). He receives slightly more information if he acts like he knows the Director of Administration, but as the student records are confidential, the man only reveals that JungKook transferred to a boarding school. On 30 April, SeokJin is summoned to his father’s office. Kim ChangJun asks him to sit down and continues speaking with his aide, Song JunHo. He confirms an upcoming appointment with the Deputy Mayor before asking, “Oh, did you take care of that incident?” “Yes. Do you mean the one concerning the Jeil High student?” JunHo responds. “I’ve taken care of the issue with the student.” Heart racing, SeokJin realizes that his father was behind JungKook’s transfer and deliberately let it slip as a warning to him. On their way out, Uncle JunHo adds, “SeokJin. You do know how difficult it was because you didn’t attend the inauguration, right?” SeokJin promises that he’ll be at the next meeting. Back in his bedroom, he decides that he made the wrong choice in this loop. He wanted to be someone JungKook could always come to, but instead he pushed him farther away. HoSeok calls him at that moment. Voice wavering, he relays that JungKook has disappeared. Some of his classmates stopped by the restaurant that day, inquiring if anyone talks to him often.

The story cuts back to 25 April with JungKook in class at his new school. His mom likes the dormitory here, and he suspects that she feels more comfortable without him at home. School, home, the dorms—he doesn’t belong in any of those places. While pairing up the students, the teacher notices that they have an odd number now and asks JungKook where he wants to go. He closes his eyes and remembers a voice: “JungKook, let’s all go to the ocean.” He thinks, “I want to go…” The scene jumps to JungKook walking towards the ocean shore. The glass shatters.

SeokJin opens his eyes on the morning of 11 April. He wonders what caused the loop to reset and assumes something must have happened to JungKook after he transferred schools. Again, he could not keep his promise of getting them all to the ocean. The episode ends with SeokJin sitting atop the seaside observatory at sunset. (This is a key location on 22 May Year 22, recurring in The Notes and depicted in the HYYH On Stage: Prologue short film and Euphoria MV. It looks the same in the game.) SeokJin ruminates on what may have happened to JungKook and where events started going wrong. He thought he could be the person JungKook needed to lean on, but he failed. This arc concludes with him wondering: “Was my method wrong? Or is it not supposed to be me? Maybe… If the person who’s supposed to console JungKook’s scars and be there for him isn’t me… Then, who can save JungKook?”

The End of His Gaze

SeokJin’s main challenge in saving YoonGi is the unpredictability of his actions between loops. The opening of this story is no different. On 2 May Year 22, SeokJin chases YoonGi after he leaves his workroom with a heavy bag but loses sight of him in the streets. As soon as he picks the nearest motel, black smoke pours from one of its windows. (The sign matches the motel in YoonGi’s scenes of the I Need U MV.) YoonGi ignores the commotion outside the room’s locked door. Once again, SeokJin is too late, and the glass shatters, resetting the loop.

Waking in his bedroom on 11 April, SeokJin considers how YoonGi backs himself into a corner no matter how or when he tries to intervene. It’s different from the incident with NamJoon because no outside person or situation is involved. SeokJin realizes that if YoonGi’s struggle and variables that make his decision so unpredictable are within him, then the only way he can stop YoonGi is by truly understanding him. He takes out his old camcorder from high school, hoping its footage may reveal some clues. In the first video clip he plays, YoonGi is off in the corner of their classroom hideout drawing music staves but speaks up to tell HoSeok and TaeHyung not to play a prank on JiMin. SeokJin wonders if YoonGi still writes music and remembers the piano in his workroom. In the second video, TaeHyung quibbles with NamJoon, who is tired yet refuses to take a nap until YoonGi pushes some desks together and tells him to lie down. SeokJin focuses on YoonGi for the rest of the video, but he is either motionless or off camera. He finds a similar challenge within his photographs: he has less than ten solo photos of YoonGi, and though his face is visible in group pictures, he is never looking at the camera. Still perusing the photos, SeokJin overhears voices from the camcorder. “It being here is a secret. Okay?” TaeHyung whispers to YoonGi. “What’s a secret?” SeokJin in the recording asks. TaeHyung and YoonGi, standing by the piano, both whip around. TaeHyung dismisses it as nothing and shushes YoonGi when he asks, “Why are you hiding something like that?” In the present, SeokJin wonders what they hid in the classroom and decides that it’s worth investigating in case it can help him save YoonGi.

On 15 April, SeokJin visits their old classroom hideout at Jeil High School, which is still being used as a storage room. The player can choose from a total of four locations to explore, provided they select the piano last. SeokJin identifies his father’s name alongside the message “Everything started from here” on the graffitied wall (he first saw this note in his 25 June Year 19 entry from The Notes 1). Even after thoroughly examining the piano, he does not find YoonGi and TaeHyung’s secret or anything else useful. Uneasy at leaving YoonGi alone for so long, SeokJin leaves the school and parks in front of his friend’s workroom. YoonGi appears to be safely inside, so SeokJin browses through the old video files on his camcorder and finds one that continued recording after he thought he had pressed the stop button. Listening to his and YoonGi’s voices, he recalls a forgotten memory of the day they walked out of school together.

The majority of episode 3 plays through a memory of an afternoon that SeokJin and YoonGi walked out of school together (date unspecified; this event is also referenced in YoonGi’s 2 August Year 22 entry from The Notes 2 and the similar Note accompanying Map of the Soul: 7). SeokJin receives a text summoning him to the principal’s office. The office is empty yet suffocating when he arrives. Principal Jo JinMyung arrives and apologizes for making SeokJin wait. SeokJin looks down, heart suddenly heavy. The scene cuts to YoonGi entering the storage classroom as he thinks about all the days he doesn’t feel like going home. It’s not a comfortable place for him, yet there’s nothing for him at the school either, except for the group’s hideout. He feels awkward in the oddly quiet room and puts some sheet music on the piano’s rack. But when he thinks about how no one is there requesting songs from him, he can’t bring his hands up to the keys. The flashback transitions back to SeokJin’s perspective following his meeting with the principal. As expected, the principal wanted him to report on YoonGi’s behavior. SeokJin spoke carefully so as not to tip him off about anything, but he hears internal whispers calling himself a hypocrite even when he’s laughing with his friends. Fretting over how much longer he can protect YoonGi, SeokJin runs into him at the classroom hideout’s door. He hopes YoonGi doesn’t notice how flustered he is, but YoonGi doesn’t say anything beyond confirming that he’s heading home. SeokJin tries to strike up a conversation as they walk out together, but the conversation awkwardly fizzles out whether he brings up food or the weather. YoonGi points out that his phone is buzzing, and SeokJin’s camcorder falls from his bag as he looks for it. YoonGi waves him off when SeokJin films him to test that it still works. He sheepishly lowers the camcorder and forgets to turn it off. YoonGi breaks the uncomfortable silence when they are almost across the field. “Is something up? You didn’t look very happy earlier.” Heart pounding, SeokJin tries to laugh off this sharp question with an excuse, but YoonGi stares straight at him. “You’re awkward too, SeokJin.” “What is?” “Your laugh.” YoonGi pauses before continuing, “When was the last time you genuinely laughed?”

The scene fades back to the present in SeokJin’s car (15 April). He can’t make out the rest of their conversation in the recording or remember what he answered. He wonders why YoonGi asked him that. SeokJin was always tense then, afraid that his friends would learn of his meetings with the principal. Did the others notice, too? While he’s lost in these thoughts, someone outside shouts, “Fire!” Flames erupt from YoonGi’s workroom. Realizing he should have focused on YoonGi and not the video, SeokJin runs into the building. As he tries to open the locked door, he hears the glass shatter.

The fourth episode opens on the night of 11 April with SeokJin watching JungKook and YoonGi walk away from the construction site and towards NamJoon’s container. A few days later, SeokJin spots JungKook on the sidewalk on his way to YoonGi’s workroom. When asked where he’s going, JungKook avoids his gaze and replies, “I was just… walking around.” SeokJin knows this is because he has nowhere to go. Not wanting JungKook to keep wandering and remembering that he was once close with YoonGi, SeokJin invites him along. The perspective switches to JungKook as they enter the workroom. It reeks of alcohol, and YoonGi is fast asleep among empty bottles. “YoonGi… will be okay, right?” he asks. SeokJin picks up the bottles without responding. A memory from their school days occurs to JungKook. TaeHyung chased him around their classroom hideout, trying to snatch his sketchbook and succeeding when JungKook found his escape unintentionally blocked by YoonGi standing in the doorway. JungKook was dismayed when YoonGi called TaeHyung over to the piano so they could look at it together, but then YoonGi deceived TaeHyung and threw the sketchbook to JungKook. In the present, SeokJin doesn’t want to waste time while YoonGi sleeps. He taps a lost-in-thought JungKook on the shoulder and says they should leave, but JungKook responds that he will stay until YoonGi wakes.

Back again at the classroom hideout, SeokJin hunts further around the piano. He uses an old mop handle to fish out a piece of paper from underneath it. The hidden secret turns out to be TaeHyung’s abysmal math test. Dejected, SeokJin slumps to the floor. On this level, he notices a small handle on the piano’s lower panel and uses it to pop off the cover. Faded music sheets are wedged into the piano’s frame. A phrase on one of them catches SeokJin’s eye. (함께 라면 웃을 수 있다 : The Korean is not translated in game, but Google translates it as “if we are together, we can laugh.” This recurring phrase is instead translated as “we can laugh when we’re together” in The Notes 2. In YoonGi’s 2 August Year 22 entry, he also reflects on finding the note written in the margins of the music scores he took from the classroom. The handwriting isn’t his own. Additionally, a similar sentiment is expressed in a line of You Never Walk Alone, which is the basis for one of the BU-inspired Graphic Lyrics books.)

This message reminds SeokJin of YoonGi’s question: “When was the last time you genuinely laughed?” “This moment is the answer to that question,” he thinks, initiating a flashback to 20 March Year 19. The boys gathered around HoSeok in the classroom, chattering excitedly about the new club he’s leading. TaeHyung jokingly called him “Mr. President.” HoSeok told him only members could call him that before asking YoonGi if he wanted to join. “I’ll allow you to join without an audition, but only you.” TaeHyung exclaimed that he was just trying to get YoonGi to call him president. “Oh, it was obvious?” HoSeok chuckled. “Acting up again, huh?” YoonGi spoke up from the corner. The memory fades, returning to a pensieve SeokJin. He clearly remembers YoonGi’s face as he laughed with the others. “When did we stop laughing? Did it start that day, when I ruined everything?” SeokJin wonders. “It’s my fault,” he says aloud, standing there with the sheet music in hand until the sun begins to set. (Note: the date of the memory may be a typo. On 20 March Year 20 in The Notes 1, TaeHyung overheard SeokJin in the classroom informing the principal of the trouble he and YoonGi had gotten into. SeokJin realized that NamJoon heard it but not TaeHyung, who remained hidden out of sight and then pretended not to know. It’s not impossible that this memory really occurred in March Year 19, but most of them had only met at the beginning of that month.)

On the night of 15 April, SeokJin follows YoonGi at a distance from his workroom to an alleyway bar. (It is possible but not entirely clear that this is the same day SeokJin found the sheet music at the classroom, which is why I did not specify the date earlier.) It appears that YoonGi visits this bar often since the owner asks him if he has money today. SeokJin sits at a table behind YoonGi and watches him knock back shot after shot. Deciding that he shouldn’t leave him alone any longer, SeokJin musters up the courage to join him. YoonGi doesn’t look surprised to see him. He smiles before looking down again. SeokJin attempts a natural conversation to catch up. YoonGi asks why he didn’t come along the night when everyone got together at NamJoon’s container. “It’s been awhile since we’ve all seen each other, and JungKook… Never mind. You were probably busy.” SeokJin apologizes and inquires how JungKook is doing, then turns the same question on YoonGi when he replies that he doesn’t know. “Anything new with you?” SeokJin presses when YoonGi avoids his gaze. “Well, as you can see.” YoonGi dodges a direct answer.

The restaurant owner brings them a second glass. They are quiet in a restaurant full of chatter. SeokJin brings up the past to break the awkward silence, asking if YoonGi remembers the day they walked out of high school together. “Why do you ask?” says YoonGi. SeokJin explains that he remembered what YoonGi said to him that afternoon. “I want to ask you the same thing you asked me then.” SeokJin is nervous but continues, not wanting to waste this opportunity. “When was the last time you genuinely laughed?” YoonGi is silent for a moment. “Who knows.” SeokJin encourages him to think about it. “What good is it whether I remember or not? It wouldn’t change things now, even if I remembered.” YoonGi’s refusal to express his feelings upsets SeokJin more than his indifferent tone. “I just wish he would open up to me so I could figure out… anything. If only I could tell him,” SeokJin thinks. His internal narration continues over a shot of him in high school looking at his phone: “Or maybe… If I went back further in time, mustering up the courage to protect my friends, and prevented YoonGi from being expelled. If I did, maybe now we’d be…” “What’s with that expression?” YoonGi’s voice snaps him into the present, and he stares at SeokJin the way he had when they walked home from school. “Nothing, just… I feel like it’s been a while since I last saw you and I’m wasting time with useless subjects. It’s nothing—” SeokJin tries to laugh it off, but YoonGi interrupts. “You’re the same as always… There’s something there in your expression, but you say that it’s nothing.” This remark hits hard, rendering SeokJin speechless.

YoonGi’s words echo in SeokJin’s head even after he arrives home later that night. How did YoonGi notice what SeokJin thought he kept well-hidden? He once viewed YoonGi as someone who was indifferent to the world and trying to distance himself from everything. It dawns on SeokJin that he is mistaken. He opens his camcorder, hoping to see something new with this changed perspective. A recording plays in which he, YoonGi, and JungKook are the only ones present in the classroom hideout. When YoonGi starts playing piano, JungKook gets up from the desk and carefully stands by him. YoonGi doesn’t seem bothered and continues to play. Suddenly, he stops. “You wanna try?” In the present, SeokJin wonders why he asks JungKook that out of the blue and replays the footage, feeling like he missed something. This time, he notices that JungKook begins chewing his nails before YoonGi asks him. “Can I?” says JungKook. “Why not? It’s not my piano or anything. You can play if you want to.” At YoonGi’s words, the color returns to JungKook’s face and his hands drop from his mouth. SeokJin watches a little more of the video. As the recorded YoonGi patiently corrects JungKook’s wrong notes, he realizes that YoonGi doesn’t merely ask JungKook to play on a whim but out of respect for him.

SeokJin turns his attention to his box of photos. The player can choose up to three to examine. SeokJin realizes that YoonGi is a little further behind the group and not looking at the camera not because he feels left out or is avoiding attention, but because he is always watching how they are all together. YoonGi knows us very well, he thinks. He stopped JungKook from biting his nails by asking him to play the piano rather than acknowledging it directly. He saw through SeokJin and recognized when his laughter wasn’t genuine, even after several years apart. SeokJin thought that YoonGi wanted to give up everything, would never open up to anyone, and experienced feelings that were impossible for him to understand. “But if we were the ones to make YoonGi laugh… It may be possible to save YoonGi,” SeokJin reflects. With more determination, he vows to save him. “I’ll save him no matter what, because we can laugh when we’re together.”

SeokJin visits YoonGi every day after their meeting at the bar, responding that he’s making time to see him when asked if all university students have this much free time. They grow more accustomed to each other’s company, but SeokJin’s glimmer of hope fades as alcohol and aimless wandering continues to fill YoonGi’s life. Since just visiting YoonGi’s workroom seems meaningless, on 24 April SeokJin decides to show him the sheet music he found in the hideout, hoping it will encourage him to resume songwriting. Upon seeing the music, YoonGi has a flashback to 25 June Year 20, the day he received the school expulsion notice. He ran immediately to the classroom and played the piano as though possessed. The anger refused to settle. He shoved all of his sheet music into the piano and vowed to never play the piano again. In the present, YoonGi asks, “Where’d you find this?” At his cold expression, SeokJin wonders what he’s done wrong and explains aloud that he just happened to find it in the hideout’s piano. The papers fall from YoonGi’s hand, scattering across the floor. “Leave,” he spits. “What? Min YoonGi, what’s going on?” SeokJin asks. YoonGi shoves him. “Just leave.” “Don’t do this, let’s talk for a moment,” SeokJin tries again. But YoonGi replies, “I have nothing to say to you.”

YoonGi avoids him after that. On 25 April, SeokJin calls him numerous times without any answer and finds only torn sheet music and empty bottles in his workroom. He remembers YoonGi’s last words to him and says aloud, “It can’t be. No way.” An ominous thought crosses his mind, but he forces it out to focus on recalling something from memory. The story cuts to him running down a street, trying to figure out where YoonGi went to set the fire in the last loop. (It is never clarified what SeokJin’s “ominous thought” is—it may refer to YoonGi setting a fire or possibly even a suspicion that YoonGi figured out SeokJin was involved in his expulsion.) SeokJin finds the same motel (the one with the sign like in the I Need U MV) and rushes upstairs in a cold sweat. Faced with a hallway of identical doors, he doesn’t know how to locate YoonGi’s room. Whether the player chooses for him to call out to YoonGi or “think of something else” (which results in him pulling the fire alarm), the result is ultimately the same. SeokJin forces open the last closed door with a fire extinguisher, but the room is empty. Filled with regret, SeokJin wonders what he has done wrong. “Like an idiot, I… I knew that the location and method of YoonGi’s attempt could change, and yet…”

“Fire!” someone yells. The motel across the street erupts in flames. “No! Please…” SeokJin begs, falling to his knees. “How can I stop this tragedy? … Am I not enough to stop it?” The story ends as he hears the glass shatter once again.

Additional Thoughts

For me, JungKook’s arc really draws back the curtain on SeokJin’s private life. It demonstrates SeokJin’s challenge to balance saving his friends and maintaining his own daily life, particularly fulfilling the duties that fall to him as a prominent assemblyman’s son. We see little of this side of him until The Notes 2, when his perspective has already drastically changed.

JungKook’s reflection about his habit of walking along the edges of walls is an interesting moment of self-awareness. This “tightrope-walking” is depicted frequently in the MVs.

The car accident and loop reset at the beginning of JungKook’s 4th episode suggests the possibility that the I Need U MV depicts JungKook deliberately stepping in front of the oncoming car rather than accidentally. (Maybe people have already interpreted it this way, but personally the thought had never occured to me due to how it’s shot and acted.) The car accident is a recurring theme in the loops for JungKook, particularly as he is struck the night of 22 May and comes to believe that it was SeokJin who hit him.

This internal dialogue of SeokJin’s from YoonGi’s arc gives me a lot to think about: “If I went back further in time, mustering up the courage to protect my friends, and prevented YoonGi from being expelled. If I did, maybe now we’d be…” SeokJin’s first experiences of the time loops are depicted in the Save Me Webtoon. At that time, he believes that 11 April is the date that he can begin fixing things, but it’s not clear if this ability granted by the cat-like creature truly gives him control over to which date the loop resets. (It is more obvious that he cannot control what triggers the reset itself.) Does he ever go back earlier? Only *ahem* time will tell, but if you want some more food for thought, please check out these interesting quotes that occur before 11 April Year 22.

As mentioned above, the following “tl;dr” commentary summarizes the parenthetical notes I provided in the summaries in case you want to review them on their own.

The Boy on the Threshold — tl;dr commentary

SeokJin’s flashback to 3 March Year 19, when all seven boys arrived late on the first day at Songju Jeil High School and were scolded outside by the Dean, looks very similar to the BTS Begins Middle Scene VCR (aside from the absence of extra students), including the detail of YoonGi arriving last. This VCR predates official BU content.

The photo in SeokJin’s collection that catches JungKook’s eye resembles the shot in the Euphoria MV at 5’32” (the seven boys sitting on a wall with the ocean behind them) except that they appear to be wearing school uniform shirts and slacks.

JungKook’s flashback to the night of 7 April Year 22 expands the context of his reunion with YoonGi, adding that he is drawn to the music shop by a familiar tune and through its broken window sees YoonGi playing piano. YoonGi doesn’t notice him when he staggers outside, and JungKook tries to play the music by memory. In his 7 April Year 22 entry of The Notes 1, YoonGi is drunk and stumbling by an empty construction site when he recognizes a clumsy piano tune that he’d been playing “not long ago.” But when he runs to the music shop and finds JungKook, the text does not indicate that he remembers this is his second visit to the shop this evening. Additionally, the Wings short film First Love seems to reference some of the events of this night—or evokes YoonGi’s distorted memories of it, mingled with a representation of JungKook’s later accident.

I mentioned in part 1’s introduction that every episode’s ending is identical regardless of the decisions made by the player, but the end of episode 4 is actually cosmetically different (a wobbling camera/animation effect) if the second path is selected for the last choice. The dialogue is the same.

The end of episode 7 depicts the seaside observatory. This is a key location on 22 May Year 22, recurring in The Notes and depicted in the HYYH On Stage: Prologue short film and Euphoria MV. It looks the same in the game.

The End of His Gaze — tl;dr commentary

The motel sign at the beginning and end of the story matches the one visible in YoonGi’s shots of the I Need U MV.

When searching the classroom hideout for clues on 15 April, SeokJin identifies his father's name alongside the message “Everything started from here” on the graffitied wall. He first saw this note in his 25 June Year 19 entry from The Notes 1.

Episode 3 presents a memory from both SeokJin’s and YoonGi’s perspectives of the afternoon that they walked out of school together. Although the date is unspecified, this event is also referenced in YoonGi’s 2 August Year 22 entry from The Notes 2 and the similar Note accompanying Map of the Soul: 7.

On his second attempt at searching the classroom, SeokJin finds sheet music that was hidden inside the piano. A phrase written in the corner of one paper catches his eye: 함께 라면 웃을 수 있다. The Korean is not translated in game, but Google translates it as “if we are together, we can laugh.” This recurring phrase is instead translated as “we can laugh when we’re together” in The Notes 2. In YoonGi’s 2 August Year 22 entry, he also reflects on finding the note written in the margins of the music scores he took from the classroom. The handwriting isn’t his own. Additionally, a similar sentiment is expressed in a line of You Never Walk Alone, which is the basis for one of the BU-inspired Graphic Lyrics books.

SeokJin has a flashback of 20 March Year 19 in which the boys are excitedly chattering about HoSeok’s new club. However, given the larger context of this moment (both in the past and what prompts it in the present), the date of the memory may be a typo. On 20 March Year 20 in The Notes 1, TaeHyung overheard SeokJin in the classroom informing the principal of the trouble he and YoonGi had gotten into. SeokJin realized that NamJoon heard it but not TaeHyung, who remained hidden out of sight and then pretended not to know. It’s not impossible that this memory really occurred in March Year 19, but most of them had only met at the beginning of that month.

Did you learn anything new from these stories that I did not specifically mention? Let me know in the replies or tags! Please stay tuned for part 3, featuring JiMin and HoSeok’s stories.

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To New Beginnings - Lovestruck AU Fanfic - Various Love Interests

A/N: I thought I was done with the original trilogy, but Antares returning brought a fourth chapter out of me. In this chapter, the group gathers to say goodbye to the LIs that are returning for new routes. I was inspired by @aliboo's amazing artwork in where she created "glam" portraits of some LIs (permission granted by @aliboo to repost)

Credit to @violettduchess for creating this amazing AU where all the retired LIs continue to exist - her story can be found HERE.

Warnings: None

Tagging: @mcira @enchantedlovestruckfan @otakufangirl-12 @fan-girl-2 @remys-lucky-franc

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"Here you go, Nikolai. Just as you asked," she said with a wink as she pressed the martini into his hand. "Shaken, not stirred."

"Niko, you've truly taken to the notion of the masquerade party, completely transforming yourself into your chosen character," Remy announced as he swept into the room. He sat across from Nikolai in a plush velvet lounge chair and crossed an ankle over his knee. "Aeryn, is my tea ready yet?" he asked, a faint Russian accent slipping into his voice.

Nikolai peered at Remy over his martini glass, his brows furrowed. "Now who are you supposed to be?"

"Why you, of course!" Remy exclaimed, his green eyes sparkling with joy. "Onyx was kind enough to find me some turtlenecks. You remember your phase years ago when all you wore were these things?" Remy tugged at the neck with his fingers. "How did you do it, these are dreadfully constricting?" When he noticed Nikolai's mouth agape, with no words coming forth, Remy continued, returning to his French accent. "Anyway, I thought you'd be flattered I chose to dress as you, Niko."

"I'm not sure flattered is the word I would choose. Perhaps, instead..."

"He's flattered, Remy," Aeryn interjected, placing a gentle hand on Nikolai's thigh. "He's just not there yet."

"Oh no, no. Not more of this!" Nikolai shouted when Jett and Leon entered the room. Jett was dressed in a crisp white shirt and tailored black suit jacket. Leon was sporting a plaid button-down shirt and black suspenders.

"When Remy told us who he was dressing as, we thought we'd join in the fun," Jett said. "I also never thought I'd ever get Leon to wear my suspenders."

"How much convincing did he need?" Remy asked.

"Not nearly as much as you'd think," Jett replied, gently elbowing Leon in the ribs. "It suits you, Daddy," Jett added with a smirk.

Leon's cheeks immediately turned pink. "Stop. Just stop."

"Don't you two look cute," Sevastian snickered, leaning lazily against the wall.

Nikolai nearly dropped his glass. "Now who are you supposed to be?" His face was blanched; Nikolai looked truly terrified by the wicked prince.

Sevastian pushed himself from the wall and made his way to the nearby mirror to fix his hair in the reflection. "Dave...something?"

"David Bowie!" Jett shrieked in Nikolai's ear as he plopped down next to him on the couch.

Nikolai arched an eyebrow. "I assume you had something to do with this?" Nikolai gestured towards Sevastian.

"I think you look great," Aeryn offered, ignoring Nikolai.

"You think so?" Sevastian asked sincerely to which Aeryn nodded. "Do you think she will come?" he whispered, speaking only to her.

Today was a special occasion. Normally, this group of retired LIs celebrated when an LI joined them when their route ended. But today...today they say goodbye to some of their friends. Antares, Nova and Aurora were leaving them to start new adventures with new MCs. To mark this momentous occasion, some of the current LIs and MCs were coming to bring them back.

Sevastian, of course, sent word to his MC, inviting her to join him at this party. He went as far as to tell her he was dressing up, and with Jett's help, gave her an idea or two of who she could come as.

"Yes," Aeryn replied, smiling. "Of course, she will come. And I'm dying to meet her!" Sevastian brightened, a small smile forming on his lips.

Remy stood and clapped his hands. “Let’s go mingle with the others. Can’t hide here in our little corner all night,” he added with a chuckle, winking at Nikolai. The group stood and followed Remy to the party. Nikolai begrudgingly joined them, Aeryn’s hand clasped firmly in his.

“How’s this all going to work…an LI paired with a new MC?” Jett asked as they entered the main room. The party was in full swing, with some of the partygoers dressed in costume and others remaining in their regular clothes. Unlike parties of the past, the music was not loud and booming, but rather somewhat subdued. There was a sense of sadness lingering in the room; usually these parties were to welcome a friend, not say goodbye to one.

“It’s cheating, if you ask me,” Leon replied, grabbing a glass of champagne from a nearby tray. “I would never want to return with a new LI.” Leon smiled at Aeryn as he spoke, his eyes twinkling with love.

“I agree with Leon. I would never want to come back with a new MC,” Nikolai added, placing a sweet kiss on the top of Aeryn’s head.

“I would gladly come back,” Remy interjected.

“That’s simply because you only got 4 seasons,” Nikolai said with a smirk. Remy scoffed, mock affronted.

“Oh look,” Aeryn said while grabbing Nikolai’s arm, an obvious move to change subjects. “Look at Atlas! Is he --?”

Nikolai peered over Aeryn’s shoulder, observing the pilot in the distance. Atlas was wearing a shabby black vest over a plain shirt that once upon a time might have been white. His MC was with him, her hair in a style he could only describe as appearing to be cinnamon buns. Atlas was, much to Nikolai’s shock, positively glowing. His cheeks were a ruddy red and he was roaring with laughter.

“He is most definitely plastered!” Jett snickered.

“He’s just excited the Emperor is leaving. Means more time with his MC,” Sevastian noted wistfully.

"Where's Antares, Nova and Rory?" Remy questioned.

"Nova and Rory said their goodbyes last night. Antares early this morning," Leon answered. "They wanted their final moments to be private. As they should be." The group murmured in silent agreement.

“Speaking of MCs…. shouldn’t the others be here by now?” Aeryn asked, glancing around the room. Off to the side, Aeryn spotted Darius chatting with Cal and Wrath. Only Darius was dressed up in a leather jacket and, for some unknown reason, wearing sunglasses indoors. Aeryn couldn’t put her finger on who he was supposed to be, but knew he was trying to be someone.

“Slater,” Nikolai groaned painfully, “please tell me you were not responsible for that.” Nikolai pointed an angry finger at Sascha. The entire group cringed as they watched Sascha dance dramatically around the room, dressed all in black, his face covered in black and white markings.

“Bloody hell,” Jett uttered. “No. Absolutely no. I had nothing to do with that.”

"Does anyone know who that is?" Aeryn points out an attractive brunette dressed in a maroon off-the-shoulder jumpsuit.

"She's kinda cute," Remy leered. Nikolai rolled his eyes at the Frenchman.

"She reminds me of my race car driving days, but I don't know her from anywhere," Leon reminisced. "Maybe she is..."

"They're here, they're FINALLY here!" Onyx's voice rang throughout the room.

Sevastian nervously glanced around the room, his fingers fidgeting by his sides. They're here; she is here. That is, if she came. What if she's not here? What if she wanted to, but couldn't come?

Sevastian was so preoccupied by his rambling thoughts that he didn't notice Aeryn approached him until she was under his nose. "You won't find her standing here," she said softly, urging him to search for his love.

With a smirk, Sevastian turned, and headed towards the crowd. Please let her be here, please, please, please. He thought it was her when he spotted a flash of red in the crowd, but it was only Cecelia. And he ran into Darius again. He stopped and began to seriously fret that perhaps his love just couldn't come. And then he felt it.

It hit him so fast; their connection had laid dormant for so long that he almost didn't recognize it. He didn't need to see her to know she was there, he felt her. Their connection tugged at his heart as a sense of serenity washed over him, stilling him to his spot.

A pair of hands slid over Sevastian's eyes as a familiar voice tickled his ear. "I almost didn't recognize you." Krystal felt his body slump against hers in quiet relief. He moved her hands from his eyes down to his lips, where he brushed a kiss on the inside of her wrist, before finally settling her hands around his waist. "So warm," she teased, as she soaked in his scent. He huffed out a small laugh as he intertwined his fingers with hers, enjoying the press of her body against his.

He shifted in her arms, unable to wait even a second longer. He had to see her, taste her, feel her. He cradled her face in his hands; his eyes gazed down upon her, admiring her like she was his own special gem, while his thumbs grazed her pink cheeks.

“I missed you.” Her lip trembled as she whispered the words. Krystal looked up at him expectantly, her turquoise eyes full of love, shimmering against the lights of the party. His thumb brushed against her lower lip, causing Krystal to sigh and shiver against his taut body.

With eyes closed, his mouth found hers. He buried his hands in her hair, pulling her closer to him. Breathing in her sweet, floral scent, the scent he gave her, he deepened the kiss, his tongue twisting and twirling around hers. They soon parted, both panting, foreheads still touching.

He eventually pulled back, curious to see how she looked. His breath hitched when he saw what she had done to herself – her fiery locks were teased, curls spilling down past her bare shoulders, and on her face, her skin was adorned with sparkling jewels and gems.

“You’re ridiculous.” She slid her hands in the open cut of his shirt, resting her palms on his bare chest, his heartbeat quickening under her touch. “A very sexy ridiculous, but still…” She rose on tiptoe and placed a quick kiss on his lips. “Ridiculous.”

“And you, my love, are magnificent.” He wrapped his arms around her shoulders, nudging her closer, and kissed her again. They stood there, embraced in one another’s arms for what felt like both an eternity and a split second. “I have some friends I’d like you to meet,” he murmured tentatively into her hair.

Taking his hand in hers, Krystal looked up at his, smiling brightly. “I’d love to.”

After introducing Krystal to the group, everyone gathered by the bar for a much-needed drink.

“I see he is still having fun,” Leon pointed to the pilot, who was surprisingly still standing after all this time.

“Let the lovebirds have fun, Leon!” Aeryn chided.

“I agree,” added Krystal. She nuzzled against Sevastian as he wrapped his arms tightly around her.

Leon, Jett and Remy all look down into their drinks and groaned in unison. Nikolai shared a knowing look with Sevastian, winking at the Winter Prince. It was good to see him smiling again.

“What does someone have to do to get a drink around here?” a voice from behind called out arrogantly.

“Spoiled by your private bar, eh, Emperor?” Atlas called out from the other side of the bar. Antares sighed and shook his head. He glanced over by the pilot, and saw his MC.

His face immediately fell, and he awkwardly adjusted his necktie. “Stupid blasted costume,” he muttered to himself. “Should have worn my uniform, would have been happier…” Antares looked over at his MC again. She was holding Atlas’ hands, leaning into every word he was saying. Probably regaling her with some stories about his days with the Union. Antares scoffed. Antares had stories, many more left to be told. Only now they will be shared with a new MC.

He picked up his glass of honey wine and before he could take a sip, he noticed everyone staring at him. “Yes?”

“Let’s make a toast,” Remy announced. He held his glass up and the others followed. “To new beginnings.”

“To new beginnings,” Antares whispered.

#lovestruck #fanfic #fanfiction #lovestruck fanfiction #reigning passions #queen of thieves #sevastian of the winter #nikolai stirling #jett slater #remy chevalier #leon kwan #antares fairchild #atlas molniya #starship promise

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Words and thoughts

Rumors and Secrets: Li Zeyan (李泽言) | Victor

Li Zeyan SSR: 寸步 | 言思合缝

【Following the handwriting, he will definitely find the place to start 】

Note:

R&S for this card (CG above)

Chapter SPOILERS up to Season 2: Chapter 10-13 (read at your own risk)

Contains 5 chapters

Translation isn’t 100% accurate (or include grammar errors)

Every part for LZ’s dialogue would be in “this setting”

Do not repost to any other site (reblog is fine)

Chapter 1

Page 1

Early in the morning, president Huarui's office.

"President, this is the main agenda for today, do you think there is a need to add other arrangements?"

Looking at the president's back in front of him, Wei Qian fixed his glasses. He lowered his head and glanced at the notebook he was holding: there was a contract signing and a negotiation in the morning, two meetings in the afternoon, and a business meeting in the evening, not to mention there are many documents and reports that needed to be reviewed and signed...

The president has always handled such a busy and high-pressure work schedule in an orderly manner. It is indeed the style that the "king" he has admired since his school days can have.

Page 2

The "king" recognized by Wei Qian is now standing by the window and looking out. After listening to Wei Qian's schedule reminder, he responded with a low voice: "That's it for now."

"Understand, Mr. President" Wei Qian paused "By the way, the producer of Time Media has been in the small conference room. Do you think you should sign the contract now, or..."

The man by the window finally turned around. He looked calm, wearing a black ironed suit with white pocket squares and even his hair seemed to be rigorous and pleasant. Today's weather is very good, the sun shines brightly and glisten through his side profile.

Page 3

Turning his gaze to the door, Li Zeyan nodded imperceptibly: "Let's go."

Time Media has been in the limelight in the recent years. They had planned and produced many popular variety shows. The cooperation with Time Media this time is a rational decision made by Huarui after examining various data and estimating the return.

Page 4

In the small meeting room, the producer of Time Media held up the contract that had just been signed and the ink was not yet dry. His eyes were sewn up with satisfaction. Finally reached a substantive cooperative relationship with Huarui, and with this large capital support, he can finally flex his muscles and plan his "genius variety show".

Probably people are easy to float on happy occasions, the producer carefully put away the contract, while cheerfully and subconsciously complimenting: "If Mr. Li is free, you are welcome to come to the recording site of the program team at any time. If you can be a guest, the ratings will definitely increase!"

Li Zeyan's movements clearly paused for a moment. After a few seconds, he faintly said: "Absurd"

Page 5

But his sudden deepness and silence naturally viewed differently in the eyes of the producer. The air pressure in the conference room seemed to become invincibility colder. The producer couldn't help but regret: After all, he is the president of Huarui with a busy schedule. How could he have time to entertain the public as a variety show guest?

Just when the producer was hesitant to say something to fix the situation, Wei Qian smiled in time to clear the situation: "If you have no other questions, I will send you downstairs." Li Zeyan nodded tacitly and watched them disappear at the door of the meeting room.

Page 6

He knew that the producer had misunderstood. His momentary pause was not displeasure, but a daze caused by an unannounced impulse. As the producer's voice fell one by one, the words ‘HBS’ suddenly flashed in his mind. It seems that in another real time, someone initiated an invitation to him to be a guest on the show.

He frowned slightly, wondering where this vague feeling came from. It flashed out of thin air and there was no more information, but a seed was planted in his heart.

Chapter 2

Page 1

When Wei Qian sent the producer back, Li Zeyan was sitting sideways on the chair behind the desk. The spring sunshine fell on his shoulders and his hands were gently clasped together, not knowing what he was thinking.

When he saw Wei Qian coming in, Li Zeyan asked him in a deep voice: "Wei Qian, do you know HBS TV?"

"HBS, do you mean that TV station that has the highest ratings for variety shows in the United States for 50 consecutive years?"

Li Zeyan gave a low "Hmm", and seemed to say to himself: "In my impression, there should be no company in Lianyu City that cooperates with HBS."

Page 2

Wei Qian quickly gave an affirmative response: "You remember correctly. Although many companies have extended their arms to HBS, they have not received any response for the time being."

It is as expected. So just now...

Li Zeyan bent his elbows and raised his hands, rubbing his temples. He slept very restlessly last night, he should be fatigued.

Seeing Li Zeyan frowning and closing his eyes, Wei Qian hesitated for a moment: "Why Mr. president suddenly ask about HBS if you wants to cooperate with the other party? If necessary, I will make confirmation about it."

Page 3

"No need." Li Zeyan opened his eyes, his face has returned to calmness, and his eyes are repainted with seriousness and sharpness. "It has been half a month, how is the acquisition plan of TEC Pharmaceuticals progressing?"

"The report is on my desk, Mr. president wait a moment."

"Wait." Li Zeyan called to him, "Bring in a cup of coffee on your way back here."

Page 4

After processing the two documents, Wei Qian returned with the coffee and the rich aroma was floating in the air. Even with the mellow smell, Wei Qian began to report seriously to Li Zeyan about the progress of the acquisition of TEC Pharmaceuticals.

"Over the period of time, according to the previously formulated plan, we have carried out two negotiations with TEC Pharmaceuticals with the letter of intent for mergers and acquisitions..."

Page 5

The hydrogen-containing coffee mist rose up as Li Zeyan took a few sips from the cup of coffee while listening to Wei Qian's report. The coffee flowed into his throat, and he twisted his eyebrows slightly. It was clearly the same coffee beans. From when, he gradually felt that the taste of the coffee seemed to be something missing. Sometimes he even had an inexplicable conviction, as if it was because he was missing a person to drink coffee with him.

Li Zeyan squeezed his eyebrows a little irritably.

Page 6

At the same time, Wei Qian's report came to an end. "... TEC's company representative said that the conditions given by Huarui had not yet reached the best expectations, and also cryptically revealed that a century-old company in Europe is also approaching them. So at present, the other party's attitude is not clear, and it is in an ambiguous wait-and-see stage."

Li Zeyan spoke a long time after the voice fell, and his voice became lighter than before: "I see."

Page 7

In fact, Wei Qian had already noticed the strangeness of the president during the report. As a meticulous assistant, he couldn't help but care: "Mr. President, are you uncomfortable?"

Li Zeyan shook his head, and handed the documents that he had just processed to Wei Qian: "It's just that I didn't sleep well last night." After saying that, he glanced at his watch and said, "It's getting late, get the materials for the negotiation meeting, see you downstairs."

Chapter 3

Page 1

The time bar of a week suddenly passed by.

For a whole week, Li Zeyan has been busy with the acquisition of TEC Pharmaceuticals. With Li Zeyan's resolute and personal efforts, just now, Huarui finally succeeded in advancing its acquisition territory one step further.

In the car, Li Zeyan was looking at a work report that he had just received before getting on the car. Li Zeyan sighed softly when thinking of her bad habit of submitting something and being tired of teaching. The report was about the progress of the charity sale next month, and he quickly scanned it. He still remember last week, under his agitation, she confidently bet that she would win the support of the city government. In this report, she did it.

Page 2

Li Zeyan put down the iPad and curled his lips in relief. He remembered the bet he had made before: if she really did it, he would pick her a small gift. Of course, Li Zeyan didn't intend to break his promise. What's more, although he always commented on ‘boring and naive’ about choosing small gifts for her, he subconsciously felt that it was natural to do it.

The breeze of spring blew in from the gap of the car window. It was rare to feel the breath of spring easily. He cast his eyes out of the window casually. Suddenly, he seemed to catch a glimpse of something...

‘parking.’

Page 3

After letting Wei Qian leave first, Li Zeyan walked to the door of the store that had just been polished and opened the glass door.

This is a gift shop that looks bright and exquisite, with a dazzling array of gifts and goods in an orderly manner. Li Zeyan walked around the shop carefully, and the clerk always followed him politely and kindly.

Although these gifts looked exquisite, there was nothing he would have liked at a glance.

Page 4

Just when he was a little disappointed, a humble keychain suddenly broke into his sight.

The keychain itself is not special, but the wrapping paper underneath it attracted Li Zeyan's attention. The wrapping paper painted a red telephone booth with a British atmosphere.

Perceiving Li Zeyan's pause, the clerk quickly asked: "Mister, do you like this keychain?"

Li Zeyan responded and took the keychain to look closely.

Page 5

"This is a classic British feature," the clerk smiled graciously. "It seems that your feelings for London should be unusual, right?

"...Mhm"

It seemed that the clerk had finally met a usual person and said in a low voice: "I wish I could go to London someday. I heard that there is a great Christmas atmosphere there. I don’t know if it’s true."

Page 6

In fact, in Li Zeyan’s opinion, Christmas in London is nothing more than something that people are familiar with, but it’s nothing special.

But just as he was thinking this way, a red phone booth suddenly jumped into his mind, just like what he was holding in his hand at the moment.

It was as if there was a snowy winter, he looked anxiously at the telephone booth near Big Ben, looking for the ‘her’ who held his heart.

Page 7

Li Zeyan was in a daze for a moment. The feeling of the sudden attack was so real, it made him feel completely empty, as if the snow in London had really drifted from memory to the present. Snow fell into his heart, making his heart fall and contracting in an instant.

When did he experience this memory? Who was the ‘she’ he was looking for?

He was shocked for only a few seconds, and the clerk did not care about his speechlessness but politely extended his hand: "Are you sure you want to buy this? I'll wrap it for you."

Page 8

Li Zeyan handed the keychain over. There was an unreasonable certainty in his subconscious: she would like this gift very much, because...

What is it for?

In front of the cashier, recalling his inexplicable and determined feeling just now, Li Zeyan looked at the little gift that the clerk was holding in his hand and carefully scanned the code.

Chapter 4

Page 1

The ‘Mid-Month Charity Sale Event’ finally kicked off the sale scene. The location of the opening event was set at the street park with the largest daily flow of people.

As the planner of this event, the girl came to the park early for the final inspection and preparations. Not long after, as the sponsor of the event, Li Zeyan also appeared at the Charity Sale Event and delivered an opening speech with the municipal staff.

"...Huarui is a company rooted in Lianyu City. It is the goal and code of conduct for Huarui to pay back this city that has given us warmth and support in various ways. Finally, I wish today’s charity sale a complete success, thank you."

Page 2

After a while, the charity sale officially began. The citizens who had seen the news on the internet enthusiastically gathered around the venue, and the scene was more lively than expected. As soon as Li Zeyan turned his head, he saw a proud smiling face, probably infected by her, and he also slightly raised the corners of his mouth.

Now that the activity has started smoothly and the reporter's on-site interviews are over, he intends to walk around in the park at will, and she naturally follows him. They didn't know that after turning a few paths, there is a forest with swaying branches in front of them. Accompanied by the soft sound of the rustle, the fragrance of the leaves and the smell of earth came to their face.

Page 3

It's rare to be able to walk away leisurely outside the annoyance of official business, they just stop and walked aimlessly, laughing and chatting casually.

It's strange to say that they didn't know each other for a long time, but the relationship between him and her was extraordinarily natural and comfortable from the beginning, as if they should be like this.

Sometimes he even feels unfamiliar, as if he had walked a lot with her a long time ago.

It also includes dense woods as they are now.

Page 4

The sudden phone call made her pouting. It seemed that there was something wrong with the Charity Sale Event. She patted her chest and said that she would be able to solve it, and hurried away confidently. Li Zeyan stared at her back, with a faint smile on his mouth, but somehow, he suddenly felt that the scene before him seemed familiar.

It seemed that at some time, he had also watched a slender figure from the back in the woods. And a sourness mixed with fatigue slowly condensed in his heart. In the vagueness, he vaguely felt that he seemed to have crossed thousands of mountains and rivers in confusion and anxiety, spanning an uncountable amount of time and space of light years, just to see this figure again.

Page 5

In the forest mist, he saw the back in front of him turned around, and the girl gently called out his name.

He also responded with a chuckle, and then tightened his grip on the girl's hand: "Dummy... it’s not name-calling it's confirmation."

"... Confirmation?"

But the forest mist blocked the girl's face, and he anxiously didn't know how to confirm it. At this moment, the wind in the woods suddenly blew, blowing away a corner of the mist.

There was no one in front of him.

Page 6

But when the fog disappeared, he heard a playful question. The girl asked, how did you find me afterwards?

Li Zeyan was stunned. He didn't remember what his answer was or whether he answered.

But subconsciously, a place appeared in his mind -Souvenir.

That seems to be where the answer opens.

Chapter 5

Page 1

With the ‘Closed’ sign in Souvenir, the brightly-lit dining room seemed to be empty, except for a slight noise from the kitchen.

In the spacious and clean kitchen, Li Zeyan is wearing a white apron, making pudding attentively. Pouring the boiled sugar juice into the pudding mold evenly, then pour the boiled milk on a low heat into the stirred egg mixture, stir evenly, and finally slowly pour the pudding into the pudding mold, and then put it in the baking pan.

Li Zeyan picked up the baking tray and put it into the oven. When the time and temperature were adjusted, the oven made a button sound, which was particularly clear in the quiet Souvenir. But Li Zeyan was leaning on the side of the table platform, but he was extremely calm. In Souvenir's back kitchen, he can always find the peace in that corner.

Page 2

Looking at the oven with the built-in light on, his eyes gradually moved farther and farther.

Those recent seemingly sudden and unattainable feelings are like a bunch of woolen threads scattered on the ground, but he never believes that all stories can always go to the source, and these woolen threads must be from a certain source. The person who could lead the other side along, a name had already surfaced in his heart.

Page 3

Messy thoughts thrashed in Li Zeyan's mind. For the first time, he decided to abandon the so-called rational analysis and chose to believe in his own heart. Because he later realized that in addition to the beating of the heart in his left chest, it turned out that there seemed to be inexplicable feelings and emotions.

"...ting!"

The oven makes a crisp sound, it should be the pudding. Li Zeyan stood up straight and was about to take it, but a slight footstep suddenly heard from the door. The owner of the name in his heart was walking towards him on high heels.

Page 4

She probably smelled the scent of pudding, she sniffed her nose and her eyes lit up. Holding a souvenir-like thing, she came to him in three or two steps, opened the box triumphantly, and then raised the small crystal lamp in front of him. The moment she turned the switch on the bottom, the orange starlight immediately appeared from the small crystal lamp.

Almost at the same time, a similar orange starlight was gradually awakening from his long memory. It seems that Souvenir is full of Christmas atmosphere. In the little light, a girl raises her head with a smile-

That face is so familiar.

Page 5

It turns out that the girl really exists in those vague memories that are not clear.

In the kitchen at this moment, the scent of pudding diffuses through the oven. Just as some distant but clear fragments are slowly rolling in.

Memory and reality, the past and the present, overlap closely. Li Zeyan stared at the smiling face in front of him that was dyed softer by the orange starlight.

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stories2you · 3 years

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Mother’s Day

**Reposted from: @mayuarts

So, @myubunziii and I decided to write this long fic for mother’s day. Which obviously came out waaaaaaay later than expected.

Do note, in this AU, Kiro and Youran (MC) are siblings.

Note: mentions of attempts on suicide, illegitimate child, depression, PTSD.

(A/N) - Actor’s Name (V/A) - Veteran Actress *I can’t think of any names :’) ** This has not been proofread, so I apologize for any grammatical and spelling errors. ***Song used: SNSD - Dear Mom.

Kiro was getting his hair styled in the waiting room. Not long after, a knock was heard on his door. His agent opened the door, revealing Gavin and the two teens. The girls smiled happily and rushed to him.

“Good morning, Uncle Chips~!” The sisters greeted. Kiro grinned and greeted them back as he ruffled their hair,

“Good morning, mini Chips!” The girls giggled at that old nickname that their uncle had given them during their childhood. Kiro didn’t waste any more time and shooed his nieces to the stylists waiting for them.

As the girls left, the blond turned to his brother-in-law, “Youran doesn’t know that you’re here, right?” Gavin nodded. He then shrugged, “She rushed out this morning before I finished breakfast.”

Kiro chuckled at those words. It’s to be expected of his twin sister. She was always on the run and rushing everywhere to attend to her duties. Much more after the sisters had enrolled into high school.

~ time skip ~

They only had light make up applied and their hair styled. Their hair was styled similarly, just that Alina only let her hair down whereas her sister had her hair tied up into a braid. Their outfits complemented the occasion and their hidden elegance.

When they went out of the dressing room, they caught the attention of their father and maternal uncle. Kiro’s jaw dropped as he saw how beautiful his nieces are. He smiled warmly as he noticed their natural beauty that they had inherited from their mother.

Gavin, on the other hand, became speechless. Not only their outfit shows their hidden elegance but their maturity as well. He realized how much his dear daughters had grown.

The sisters blushed at the attention they got from them. Before they could speak, the door suddenly opened, revealing a panting Shaw. After he closed the door, his jaw dropped and his eyes widened,

“Wow… You’re so beautiful. Just like your mother.” He said with his usual cheeky smile on his face.

He placed the bag of presents under the dressing table and sat on the couch beside his brother. Gavin could only stare at him, “What happened?”

Shaw’s smile suddenly became crooked, “She almost spotted me.”

“You idiot…” Gavin sighed. He then stood up and went to where his daughters were standing. He reached out and brushed their bangs gently, “You heard your uncle, you both are so beautiful.”

Alina and Aiyana giggled. Then Gavin pulled out two designed boxes. He opened both of them, revealing a shining golden gingko hairpin. Similar to the ones he presented to them when they were younger. The man pinned the hairpins onto the girls’ hair.

“Dad, did you input another tracker?” Aiyana asked with a cheeky smile on her face.

Gavin smirked and shrugged, “Well, keep it on if you wanna know.”

Just then, Kiki peeked into the waiting room, “Kiro, get ready, we’re starting in five.” Before she left, she waved to the sisters.

Kiro gave a thumbs up to the girls and quickly left to the set, leaving the girls and the Bai brothers. Not long after, Savin turns on the television connecting to the screen. Showing the starting of the talk show. The set was dimly lit, with only a shadowed figure standing at the center.

Suddenly a light shined onto Kiro’s figure. He showed his signature grin and started to perform one of his biggest hits. About five minutes later, he introduced himself,

“Hello everyone! It’s Kiro! It’s been quite a while, isn’t it? As for today, I’m the guest emcee for today’s talk show! Without further ado, let us invite our mother-child guests!”

All three pairs of mother-child celebrities came into the set, waving to the audience with bright smiles on their faces. They all took their places while Kiro stood at the side. Kiro then ushers them to introduce themselves. The first pair introduced themselves,

“Hello everyone, I am (A/N), the only child of veteran actress, (V/A). Thank you for inviting us and let us have a great time together!” The young man smiled and gave a short fanservice which made the fangirls swoon.

His mother smiled and nudged him playfully. Then the second pair introduced themselves as a pair of voice acting duo. The second mother-son said short lines from their recent anime which their roles are mother and son as well.

Lastly, the third pair of mother and daughter introduced themselves. The female rookie idol and the veteran sang a short duet.

After the introduction of the guests, Kiro started the segment of the day, Mother’s Day,

“As you have known, today’s talk is about appreciating our mothers. Are there any stories for the young celebrities to share about your mothers?” Kiro asked to the guests.

The first guest, (A/N), smiled and decided to share bits of his childhood, “My mother never forces anything on me. When I told her that I wanted to become an actor, she straight up sent me to an acting school. One of the downfalls I had was the pressure of memorizing the lines and acting it out. But my mother, she would continue to encourage me and help me fill the spots I missed while acting. That’s why… No matter how hard the roles I was given, I’m willing to act it out the best I can with my mother’s guidance.” The man then turned to look at his mother, he took a box underneath the table, presenting it to her,

“Mom, I can never thank you enough for brining me into this world. Your love, care and guidance is what brings me here. I love you mom.” The (V/A) smiled and hugged her son tightly in her arms.

Sobs can be heard from the audience. Kiro smiled at the sight and decided to move on to the next guest, “How ‘bout you? Is there anything you would like to share to your fans?”

The male idol smiled sadly, “This may be triggering but I would like to share this anyway. To show how much one’s life really means to your mother. The strong woman who bore her children for 9 months.”

He paused for a moment and took a breath, “I was a suicidal individual. I was always harassed and bullied for being a bastard child. To clarify this, I am not a bastard child. I lost my father at a very young age. People not only call me a child out of wedlock, they also spread false rumors about my mother. When I was scouted, almost all trainees recognized me for being the son of a veteran voice actress. They started bullying me both physically and verbally.

At one point, I couldn’t handle the pain and resorted to cutting and consume sleeping pills.” He sighed and cooled himself again, “One day, my mother saw all the pills and scars on my arms. She stopped me and showered all her love to me. She even begged me not to take away my own life. After that day, she brought me to a professional psychiatrist and always reminded me that I am loved. That I don’t need to satisfy others but myself.”

The voice actor looked to the audience with bravery, “In life, there’s ups and downs. There’s no need to satisfy others. One does not need support from others. The main supporter of your life is your beloved ones, including your mother.” He looked towards his mother and took out a bouquet of flowers from the side of his seat, “Mom, I’m sorry. I worried you from my rash decisions. I promise that I’ll be a better son and thank you. Thank you for your endless love.”

The voice actress shed tears and took the bouquet from his hands, “Dear son, love yourself like how you love your fans and I.”

More sobs and tears were shed. Youran, who had been standing beside Anna, shed tears at the story. She recently had nightmares of her youngest child taking her own life. She had always wanted to comfort her, but Aiyana would only smile and say she was okay. More worries filled in her heart and tears were suddenly released from her eyes. She watched the last guests telling her story of being a sick child,

“I spent most of my childhood in the hospital. I had complications on my heart, making me go through so many procedures. My mother was the sole breadwinner of my family. My father was falsely accused but was sent to the prison. Luckily, he was released from his charges a few days after I was discharged from the hospital. But I can never show my appreciation enough to my mother. She worked extra hard on producing her own songs and performing them on every music shows. She even took the task of producing songs for idol groups.”

The young rookie took out a box of chocolates and handed it to her mother, “Mom, thank you for your hard work. Thank you for making your fans and I happy. You produce beautiful music and you gave me a chance to live from your music. I would’ve not survived without your love.”

Her mother took the box of chocolates, and the rookie continued, “That box of chocolates are the ones you’ve always wanted to try. I hope you love it~”

The soloist opened the box and ate a piece. She felt touched, knowing that the chocolates were not bought but were handmade by her own daughter. She then pulled her young daughter into a tight hug. She then said into her daughter’s ear, “I would trade anything for your life. As long as you are here, I’m happy.”

Kiro had a warm smile on his face as he listened to the stories. But a small part of him felt sad as he recalled the day his dear sister cried for her little one,

“Kiro… What should I do? No matter how much I try to comfort Aiyana, she would only smile and said that she’s okay. But I know she isn’t… Am I a bad mother? Am I always neglecting my children?”

The blond was heartbroken when he heard those words. He even talked to Gavin about this. The cop himself had the same questions in his mind,

“Am I not a good father? Have I gone away for too long?”

He mentally hyped up himself and gave a bright smile, “Now that everyone has shared their stories, let us continue appreciating our mothers and loving ourselves more. Now moving on to the last and surprise segment of the day, let us invite our special guest up on stage! Give a round of applause to our main producer, Youran!!”

The producer’s eyes widened and she tilted her head to the side in confusion. She looked to Anna beside her. The older lady only gave her a smile, “Go on. We’ll handle things here.”

She then takes Youran’s files from her hands. Before Youran could move forward, a familiar large hand was placed on her shoulder. She looked up and saw Gavin smiling down at her, “Come on, Kiro’s waiting.”

He guided her up to the set. The audience and the guests awed at the sight of the couple. Kiro walked to the center and held his hand out to his sister. She took his hand and her husband walked out of the set.

“Kiro… What is this? This isn’t in the production plan!” She whispered to her brother.

Kiro only gave her his trademark smile, “You’ll see~”

He then faced the audience, “Now, now. That’s not the only surprise.” Suddenly the lights dimmed and a familiar song started playing. Kiro bend down slightly to his sister’s height, “Don’t turn around until the song ends.”

He slowly left his sister’s side. When he stood at his usual spot, he spotted Gavin bringing his daughters on the stage and the audience cheered for the girls’ appearance. Youran looked even more confused. But then her confusion faded away when she heard her daughters’ voices;

(Ai) For some reason, today feels difficult and exhausting (Al) For some reason it feels empty today The suddenly ringing phone surprises me I hear your voice, asking me if I ate today (Ai) Those words that annoyed me, feel different today And I remember all the forgotten promises I’ve made

I will become a warm hearted person I will become a person that puts others first I will fulfill the wishes of your love The person I share my dreams with The one who used to comb my hair I think of my mom

Youran could feel her tears weld up again in her eyes. She smiled at the lyrics as all the memories of her daughters replayed in her mind. They’d call for her every five minutes, wanting to come with her to her office, asking her to do their hair and more. She felt her heart tighten when she listened to the next verse.

(Al) Sometimes I hurt you because of my wrong decisions But you quietly watched over me from afar (Ai) Although I’m still a young and clumsy child, I think That now I understand the meaning of your silent prayers (Al) What should I do? My heart is still so small (Ai) If I let go of your hand, I’m not sure if I can make it I don’t think I’m ready yet, I’m scared

The mother could hear her daughters’ voice starting to quiver. She could feel their fear and guilt. How much they still needed her by their side.

I will become a wise daughter (Al: Give me courage) I will be a daughter you can be proud of (Ai: You’ve been there for me) I will fulfill the wishes of your love With all the love that you have shown me I will have a warm heart

She then felt two pairs of arms wrapping around her and her tears finally fell.

I was too shy to express it… Mom, I truly love you…

The sisters released their mother from their embrace. Youran turned around and saw her daughters smiling at her. Alina spoke up before she could, “Mom, I’m sorry for not answering your calls when I’m away for college. I promise to be a better daughter and I’ll do my best to follow your steps to become a good artist and producer!”

Aiyana wrapped her arms around her mother’s neck, “Mom… I’m sorry for keeping my feelings to myself. I’m sorry for making you worry. I promise that I’ll let out my thoughts. Thank you for being there for me.”

Youran smiled with her tears still flowing. She brought her daughters into her embrace, “Thank you for this surprise, my dears. Mom loves you more than anything. I’ll never let go of your hands whenever and wherever you both will be.”

Gavin smiled at the scene right in front of him. He realized how much both he and his wife had come this far of raising these two troublemakers. He himself didn’t know that both Kiro and Shaw had planned this secretly with Minor and the rest behind both of his and Youran’s back.

When Kiro finally wrapped up the show, everyone left the set happily and the girls even get to take pictures with the guests. The two were even offered to collab with the rookie idol. Though the two of them can only smile and just gave the idol a neutral answer.

~ Time skip ~

After the show, the sisters quickly changed into their casual clothes. They went out to the exit of the studio and saw their parents talking. They decided to eavesdrop for a moment,

“Gavin, thank you. You and the girls surprised me more than enough.” Youran smiled as she looked up to her husband.

Gavin wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him, “You should thank the girls and your brother for this. I only helped in the sidelines.”

The sisters looked at each other and grinned. They ran and gave a surprise back hug to their parents. “We’re happy to sing more songs for you, mom!” Aiyana smiled happily. Gavin had a playful pout on his face,

“Only for mom? What about dad?”

“We’ll record it for you to listen when you’re away~” Alina giggled. “Of course, we’ll never leave our hero out!”

The family of four had a wonderful ride back home. The girls shared stories of their school life and whatever their uncles are up to whenever they stayed over. The couple smiled and laughed along with them. Meanwhile in Youran’s mind, she couldn’t thank God for this wonderful and blessed day.

At home, they crashed on the couch together. Alina and Aiyana in between their parents. Gavin took out his phone and decided to order some take out. While he was on it, Alina stood up and took the paper bag that she received from Shaw earlier that day. She brought it over and handed it to her mother,

“Mom, open it.”

Youran opened the blue rectangular box. Her brown eyes shined as she saw the customized necklace which had her birthstone locket. She opened the pendant and saw the photo of her and her daughters at one side, the other had a photo of her and Gavin with the girls as an infant.

Alina put on the locket around her mother’s neck. Youran gave her a warm smile and opened up the purple box. Aiyana prepared her newly released novel. She had a tint of red on her cheeks, making her resemble her father. Youran picked up the book and read the summary, it was about a young teen who was struggling with PTSD since her childhood. She had ups and downs. The one who always held her hand, guiding her towards happiness, was her mother.

Youran had a bitter smile, knowing that this was based on their life story. Her smile brightens when she read the summary of the last volume, the girl found her happiness by achieving her dreams. It wasn’t a cliché story.

‘I’ll make this into a drama,’ Youran thought.

She then pulled her daughters into a tight hug, “Thank you dearies, I love it. Aiyana, I’ll read your novel and give you my opinions, okay? I’ll even make this into a drama!”

Aiyana blushed and giggled, “Alright~ It hasn’t been officially released yet… so you got the first batch.” Her mother had a bright smiled and caressed her hair, “I’m honored to be able to read this before others.”

She placed the novel set on the table and shooed her daughters away, “Now go and shower. The food will arrive soon.”

“Okay~!”

After they rushed off, Gavin already had a wrapped gift placed on his lap. Youran tilted her head and pointed at the gift, “And what would that be, dear?”

The officer shrugged and handed the gift to his wife, “See it for yourself.”

She unwrapped the gift and was greeted with the beautiful journal album. She opened the said album and the first page had a handwritten letter by her husband. She almost teared up when she read the words, “Thank you for being the mother of my children.”

The photos inside the album were placed like a timeline. Starting from Alina and Aiyana’s childhood days until their high school graduation. Youran had a nostalgic smile as she flipped through the album. She then placed the album on the table and pulled her husband into her arms.

They stayed like that for a moment. Youran pulled away and kissed him passionately. Her endless love conveyed in the kiss. Gavin pulled her tighter in his arms.

Unbeknownst to them, two mischievous girls had taken a video and a photo of them smooching. Usual sibling things.

Thank you, mom.

We went overboard with this. I had to edit out some parts and plan a suitable scene. :’)

I hope you enjoy. Requests are open, and I’ll do my best to post it as soon as possible!

#mlqc #mldd #youran #bai qi #zhou qiluo #li zeyan #xu mo #ling xiao #mlqc gavin #mlqc youran #mlqc shaw #mlqc kiro #mlqc victor #mlqc lucien #mlqc scenario #mlqc fluff #mlqc angst #mother's day special fic

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cuddlyscribe · 3 years

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fijiflower asked: Hello new friend! Do you write for Metal Bat? Amai mask? Flashy Flash? Suriyu? Please let me know if you write for any of them. If you don't, that's okay too! Just use Saitama, Genos and Sonic. Regardless, could you please write some headcanons/scenario/whatever's easiest for you for a breakfast while snuggling in bed style thing? Are they just chilling at home? On vacation? Special occasion? What do they make/buy for breakfast? Thank you very much, and good luck with the blog!

[recognize these headcanons? this is a repost from my old blog opmmadness!’ You will see this disclaimer above all of the content i have moved from my previous blogs.]

Metal Bat: Metal Bat can’t stray far from his little sister, for more than one reason. He has to be there to protect her if necessary, and she’s a bit of a bossy-pants so whatever she says goes. And because of this, Bad has to have his little breakfast-in-bed surprise be at home, when Zenko is at school. He ravishes them with attention, more than usual since they rarely get time alone like this. He puts on a movie, tries not to burn the eggs and bacon, and always brings a small present along with him. This time, it’s a little teddybear. Cliche, he knows, but it’s something he’s always imagined buying them as a small gesture of his love.

Suiryu: Suiryu was hoping to win the tournament so he could lavish his s/o in the fanciest of vacations and expensive gifts. But after recovering from his attack at the hands of Bakuzan, Suiryu is humbled by his encounter and decides to enjoy life for what it offers him now, in the present. Luckily for him, it’s him and his s/o’s anniversary the next day, so sets out to make a grand breakfast for them both to enjoy together. He revels in the way his s/o’s eyes light up at the sight of the food and him, squealing with happiness. He’s learned that the small things are important, while money and fame can come after.

Saitama: This man is so goddamn lazy that even when he plans a breakfast in bed for his s/o, he orders the entire thing in (he can and will Postmate everything, right down to the orange juice). Saitama and his s/o usually wake up later than most, so he sets the delivery to be brought at around 10:30 or 11am. It’s right on time, and he carries everything to the bed, where a couple things are nearly spilled. His s/o flips to their favorite game show and they sit together giggling and enjoying themselves. Saitama doesn’t need a special occasion to treat his s/o like royalty, he kinda does whatever he wants, whenever he wants. :)

Amai Mask: Oh yeah, it’s gonna get fancy. Amai Mask spares no expense for his s/o’s birthday, and that means a glorious breakfast-in-bed at the fanciest hotel he can get. Not only is it a suite overlooking the beautiful City C, but it’s got every amenity they love. All Amai Mask has to do is give the call and the food is already on its way to them, being delivered right in front of them without him having to move a muscle. While they wait, the handsome boi takes this moment to give them a few gifts he picked out that they had shown interest in earlier before (oh yes, he listens and is observational). Once the food is there, it’s all smiles as the most relaxing birthday ever begins for Amai Mask’s s/o.

#one punch man #one punch man x reader #metal bat #metal bat x reader #suiryu #suiryu x reader #saitama #saitama x reader #amai mask #amai mask x reader

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dabisrightnipple · 3 years

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HYGGE

Tooru Oikawa x Reader

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hyg·ge /ˈh(y)o͞oɡə,ˈho͝oɡə/ noun a quality of coziness and comfortable conviviality that engenders a feeling of contentment or well-being (regarded as a defining characteristic of Danish culture).

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The red blood slowly oozed down your shaking legs onto the previously white tiles. You looked into the mirror at the marks you had just etched onto your already scar-ridden thighs, regret instantly pooling at your stomach. Looking into the mirror more, you analyzed your now, red puffy eyes and tear-stained cheeks as you slowly backed up to the white-colored walls and slid down onto the floor to give your worn-out shaken legs a break.

The pain was overtaking your body as you squeezed your eyes as tight as you could to try and ease the pain in some way, which didn't work as you hoped it would. Slowly, you came to your senses as you looked around the bathroom, seeing all the blood on the counters and discarded tissues and towels made you shiver as you thought about what would happen if he saw.

well speak of the devil... you thought as you recognized his footsteps down the hallway of the apartment complex.

You shot up and began to frantically clean up the bathroom while mumbling incoherent curses to yourself. You began by throwing all the towels and tissues into the bathtub, making a mental note to secretly wash them tonight once he falls asleep. You then proceeded to grab your razor and throw it in your long-forgotten Better Than Sex eyeshadow palette and hide it in the back of your drawer.

Then you heard it…

It was him.

Eventually, you heard the door push open causing you to go into a panic throwing stuff around in the cabinets trying to find your pack of band-aids for occasions like this.

His footsteps became louder and louder as you continued to fumble around and panic

Silence

"Y/n?" ...shit you thought to yourself as you realized there was no getting out of this.

"uhh.. yes? Do you need something?" you replied coyly

"Open up please..." He said in a melancholy voice, scared he knows what he's gonna see when you open the door.

"Okay, One second, lemme finish peeing." You replied in a hushed tone as you swiftly tried to open and put the band-aids over your cuts as quietly as possible.

"I know what you're doing Y/n, Please stop and let me in. I won't get mad I promise."

"I- yea...Plea-please don't be mad, I'm sorry I-I just-"

"I'm not mad sweetie, I just wanna make sure you're ok so I can fix you all up," Oikawa reassured with the most soothing voice he could muster.

You slowly unlocked the door handle, relishing the last few milliseconds you had before the guilt came flushing in. Not even a second after your hand left the door handle Oikawa thrust it open, careful not to hit you as he engulfed you with the most calming and welcoming hug he could give. Being careful to not hit any cuts, he maneuvered you onto his lap while leaning against the wall cradling you in his chest.

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I didn’t mean to, I just saw the razor and it kinda- kinda happened and I-I just couldn’t stop-” you choked out trying to keep your sobs to a minimum not wanting to hurt him anymore.

"Shhhh, Princess everything's gonna be ok, I forgive you I just hate seeing you like this. I understand this helps you feel better but trust me, princess, there are so many other great things that can take the pain away." Oikawa whispered in your ear, peppering kisses all around your ears, neck, and cheeks and finally a longer sweet kiss on your lips.

“Let's get you cleaned up, m’k! Then we can watch Area 51 and I'll make whatever you want. Deal?”

“Deal,” you whispered as your smile grew, slowly forgetting about the strenuous mental breakdown you were just experiencing moments ago.

Oikawa slowly got up, once again being cautious as to not touch any injured spots. He set you on a clean area on the counter before grabbing out the supplies he had purchased in the past for this particular situation. As Oikawa prepped the gauges and ointments you glanced over in shame, staring at the bloody tissues you failed to pick up previously as you self-reflected on your mental state and what caused you to get into this situation again. You were finally pulled out of your little world when you jolted after feeling a sharp stinging pain on your thigh. Oikawa gave you his hand to squeeze to help subside the pain.

"I'm sorry beauty I know this hurts, I just don't want it to get infected. Please let me put a little more on?" You nodded and sucked in through your teeth as you received another wave of pain while grabbing onto Oikawa's hand.

"You're doing so good princess, just a little longer."

Although you appreciated the praise you had just received from him you couldn't help but get lost in his features. you admired his deep brown locks and how they complimented his equally dark chocolate eyes, which were hyper-fixated on trying to doctor up the cuts littering your upper thighs.

Even though the wounds did hurt you, you would've gladly loved it if this day could last forever. Oikawa had always done a great deed when it came to spoiling you and treating you quite literally like a 'princess' as per his nickname. Today was different though, He's being softer, and as much as you loved his dominant side, his soft side was awfully refreshing.

"Hey, Tooru?"

"Yea?"

"I love you." Oikawa looked a bit taken back with the random use of such strong words but quickly replaced his astoundment with confidence.

"Are you sure about that Y/n~channn? Because I think I love you more~" He purred as you rolled your eyes, a smile igniting on your face while you ruffled his hair.

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Once Oikawa was done bandaging your cuts, he insisted on giving you a much-needed bath which definetly was something else...

"Mmmm" you moaned out as Oikawa was lathering shampoo into your h/c locks, moving his fingers around in circular motions, trying to release as much stress and tension as he could. Once he was done he hopped over to the little makeup mirror and held it up to your face revealing bunny ears on top of your head held together by the shampoo.

"Mmmm my little bunny princess~ how do you like your new ears?"

"They're lovely! I love what you did with this one Tooru." you said pointing to the left 'bunny ear' that was now deforming.

"oh shut up Y/n~chan as if you could do any better," Oikawa said as he folded his arms and looked away.

"Oh but I can," you said making a devious face.

"You wouldn't!"

"I WOULD BAHAHA!" You snorted as you smacked the bunny ears downwards, causing them both to deform.

"NOOOO Y/N~CHANNN HOW COULD YOU. MY LITTLE BUNNY PRINCESS~" he wailed as he started to wash out the shampoo as you were still laughing your ass off in the tub.

After repeating the same steps with the conditioner and about 30 minutes of you and Oikawa arguing about soapy titty pictures being better than soapy ab pictures. Oikawa finally unclogged the drain allowing you to get out while he dried you off using your favorite fluffy towel he bought for you a while back on your birthday when he turned your living room into a spa. Once you were fully dried Oikawa bundled you up into a burrito and carried you back to your guys' shared room and lightly tossed you on the California king bed as he started walking to your shared closet.

"Sit here and stay pretty for me while I get you some sexy clothes~." Oikawa purred as he entered the closet, pulling out a cream hoodie and digging through his underwear drawer to reveal old alien boxers. He loved seeing you in his clothes, especially the alien boxers that seemed to compliment your butt perfectly.

When he came back he easily slipped the cream-colored hoodie over your head and put on the boxers for you as well, making sure you didn't move a muscle. He felt the need to spoil the hell out of you tonight, especially because he believes it's his fault for not being home early enough.

If only I came home sooner...

He thought as he adjusted the boxers and stared longingly into your eyes with regret.

If only I declined Iwaizumis’ request to get food. This would have never happened...

Slowly, he got back up and leisurely walked back into the closet to change, after all, he was still in his sweaty volleyball uniform that was a bit damp from your wet hair sticking to him when he previously carried you.

He changed into an old ICS volleyball hoodie and grey sweats. He walked over to where you were on the bed ogling him as he smirked lightly before picking you up once again, guiding your legs to wrap around his waist. Being careful as to not touch any tender areas, while putting a hand under your bottom and taking long, slow strides to the living room. Setting you down with the same care, Oikawa grabbed the remote and put on Area 51 which was previously recorded from the last movie night you two shared.

"Here princess, sit tight while I get blankets and food." He muttered while walking to the kitchen.

"oh I wanna get the blankets!" you said deviously while scheming to take the best ones for yourself. But before you could even put a toe on the floor strong arms pinned you back down.

You slowly looked up only to be met with Oikawa's stern chocolate brown eyes.

"What?"

"No Princess, just stay here. I'll get the fluffy one and you can have it all to yourself." He reassured knowing exactly what was going through your head.

"But-"

"No buts, please Y/n I don't want you walking around right now." His previous loving look turned into a gloomy gaze as he looked down. Eyes meeting with the numerous white patches that littered your legs.

"Hey" you put your hand on his cheek caressing it while pulling it up to meet your now bittersweet gaze.

"I'm fine," you said as you got up only to be met with sharp pains shooting through your legs and up your spine.

"...see" You reassured, trying your best to mask your face from showing any pain.

"No" Oikawa stated sternly as he laid you down once again onto the couch.

"Please Y/n?"

"..." You gave him the silent treatment, looking away pretending to be hurt. Little did he know you were enjoying this so much. Soaking in each and every one of his sweet words, though they came off a bit harsh, he only wanted the best for you.

Damn, I'm really being spoiled... You thought as a shiver went up to your spine.

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The sweet aroma of popcorn and other snacks filled your senses as you looked over to see your very sexy boyfriend struggling to carry all the blankets, pillows, and food.

"Tooru! here lemme help-"

"Sit princess, I got it." He chuckled while tossing the blankets over your head and setting down the sweets on the counter, dashing back to the kitchen to grab the two monsters he purchased with Iwaizumi.

After struggling to get the blanket off, a strong hand came out and grabbed the blanket and pulled it over your head.

"Here silly," Oikawa said as your eyes met with the caffeinated drink.

"YOU DIDN'T!"

"oh, but I did." Oikawa purred with the sexiest but stupidest smile.

Your eyes glistened as you popped the tab in, drinking almost half of it in a swig.

"Sweetie, chilllll~ your gonna be up all night if you drink it that fast." He hummed, popping his open and taking a sip as well before setting both monsters onto the coffee table.

You shifted around a bit trying to get comfy in your blanket before Oikawa pulled you on top of him while grabbing the remote and pressing play. There you were, head laying on Oikawa's chest, hands wrapped around his neck. His hands were placed onto your waist fitting perfectly in the divet of your lower back. Legs intertwining with each other.

This truly was heaven.

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"I love you, Princess."

Oikawa muttered, lazily stroking your head. He looked at your resting body tenderly, thinking about all the little quirks he loves about you. In that very moment the world seemed to stop as the sound of the end credits became drowned out as sleep overtook you both.

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rem289 · 4 years

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Q: Why are you writing this post?

A: Because during the Christmas holidays I started to receive attention from the Zootopia fandom which led me to re-discover some concepts that I thought I had made clear, and since this didn’t turn out to be true, I am forced to reiterate them.

Q: What happened?

A: I discovered that someone had reposted, obviously without my consent, an old comic of Aoimotion and mine on reddit, a site I don't like and on which I had already said not to publish my actually and old contents. This repost "reminded" this fandom of my existence, and after this event some people came to ask us questions such as "when Nick and Judy would reappear in our work?" and the like.

You can imagine how much it bothered me, so I went to reddit and wrote to immediately delete the content. Unfortunately, doing this I couldn’t help but notice how the post had become a place to waste insinuations and insults aimed at me and Aoimotion. In particular, the comments of three users stood out: @ggctuk , @owningsuperset7 and @hammytotherescue

Q: Why did these users get your attention?

A: ggctuk, which I have no idea who they are, have proclaimed themselves as the narrative voice of the events that have taken place between us and the fandom, providing a lot of incomplete and, in the worst case, completely wrong information, about why we left the fandom and about the alleged "abusive behaviors" we had against translators.

Owningsuperset7 spoke about us (like he does every time the occasion presents itself to him), defining us ungrateful towards the fandom "that had fed us". But "fed" in what sense? It seems to me that we have been those who have definitely "eaten" very little… or likes can be monetized, just like the views on youtube, and I didn't know it? Did they break the keyboard in order to put those likes on our works? If it’s so, I'm sorry, but I certainly wasn't the one who pointed the gun at their head to follow my work. Always remember that paying attention to a work is always and only a reader’s choice. No creator has power over these phenomena, we just create and publish, the rest is always an unknown factor. So expressing yourself as a seduced and abandoned lover on an old and free work doesn’t make you a victim, it only makes you ridiculous. Anyway, I know the subject, who had already decided in the past to talk on DeviantArt before I blocked him, and I decided not to tell him anything in that moment, also because, what can you say to a person who clearly has problems that go beyond fandom? Sometimes ignoring is the kindest choice you can make.

Hammytotherescue instead claimed that he and I were friends in the past, before the duo formed by me and aoimotion became toxic. Since I had no memory of this person and I hate when someone alludes to relationships with me that don't exist, I wrote to him privately on Tumblr asking him if he could kindly refresh my memory about this "friendship" he was bragging about.

Q: How did it end?

A: The conversation, which I report below because I, unlike him, have nothing to be ashamed of, is as follows:

As you can see, Hammy never replied to my last message . But in reality the story was not over. A few days ago, in fact, I discover that the user in question "vented" in the post of reddit, not under my comment (so that I received notification of his reply) but in response to another comment that had been left to me. Showing, as always, the incredible maturity of these people.

After reading this comment, I decided to act by reporting the user on reddit, but the answer I received can be summarized as: "since you are a content creator, you deserve insults regardless." In short, a response as useful and smart as the people who gave it to me. So don’t worry Hammy, you won't be banned from reddit because the only braincell shared by you users agrees that defining a toxic and manipulative person is, to quote one of the wise moderators I talked to, "a fairly typical level of criticism". All is well that ends well.

Q: You mentioned "concepts to reiterate". What would they be?

A: Let's start by denying what ggctuk wrote in that reddit's post, given how much popularity his comments have gained.

My split from this fandom started because I simply lost interest in Nick and Judy and preferred to do something else, something of my own. Black Jack gave us the opportunity to invent many original characters and they was those I wanted to work on. We have never worked for ulterior motives other than having fun together. When we recognized that we no longer have anything to give to this universe, we declared it openly and closed this chapter of our "artistic life". This split could take place in a peaceful and calm way, I would have taken my own path and you yours, since it was obvious, since BJ times, that you had very little interest in our original contents. You also reiterated this between the lines of these last comments, so really, I make a terrible effort to understand your logic of contents belonging to your fandom. It's not your fault, don't worry. You have been spoiled by this entrenched habit of creating any anthropomorphic animal and attributing it to your precious and super-nutritive fandom. Once you labeled this attitude at heresy, now everything is fine as long as it helps you keeping this universe going, honestly, I just pity you. However it seems that your obsession with me prevents you from accepting the fact that my life would have continued even without this fandom and that I would have lived very well even without the amount of likes that fanarts could give me. Indeed my life would be even more beautiful if I didn't have to waste time like I am doing now.

Both me and aoimotion together gave you a lot, and in the end we simply got it back. Jack is a prime example: yes, he is a character born from the scratches of Zootopia's artwork, but thanks to our work he has evolved to the point of becoming a completely original character. This fandom has not been able to accept it and until the end has tried to claim him as its own, and even now it can’t accept that we have instead taken him back, and even less can you bear that we are successfully using him in our original works, which is why you insist so much on his "Disney" origin, as if this defines his identity, and for months you have made fun of us saying that we were claiming something that belongs to Disney as our own. Unfortunately, beyond a doodle and a hint of a hypothetical background, Disney has absolutely nothing. Whatever weight you have attributed to "Jack Savage" is only thanks to our work, Disney has nothing to do with your mania and it has nothing to do with everything we've built up over the years. Still, you took our job and stuck it over the "Disney" label, and that was even when Black Jack was long gone, so don’t use that excuse anymore. You even tried to attribute Cynthia to the Disney universe by calling her "Skye", since you are so desperate to keep your fantasies going, and when you had nothing more to say, you said that my art style was "clearly inspired by Disney". Did you think I could condone such an attitude? I suppose these statements derive above all from the certainly very poor culture that you have of the world outside the fandom (or fandoms), however there are artists who WORKED for Disney, who TEACHED drawing techniques at the Disney Academy and who work at own productions with that style, without anyone attributing anything to the major. If you don't believe me, try using the web for something constructive, like doing some in-depth research on the subject.

As for the matter of our alleged abuses on translators, I will only say two things: the translations started because of my naivety, and we prohibited them because the translators abused their role and went out of control, acting as if the comics belonged to them and / or as if there was a special relationship of complicity between me and them. I'm sorry I gave false hopes to these people, unfortunately I didn't have time to realize the misunderstandings that were being created and how our work was being used. There is a clear difference between the fan content and the original content, so now more than even, less our work passes into the hands of others, the better it is for us.

Now let’s analyzing the brilliant messages of Hammy, both on Tumblr and on reddit:

In both cases, what I see is a desperate need to cling to Rem's "pretty" facade while simultaneously demolishing the person behind Aoimotion. These insinuations suggest that the only possible Rem to conceive for your narrow minds is the kind and lovely one, and everything I say and do that does not fall within this definition is the work of aoimotion.

I will never go into detail about the dynamics between me and her, because frankly it’s not your business and I don’t want to give you further ground to cultivate your absurd speculations and your degenerated ideas. If you have decided to treat us as two two-dimensional characters of some fourth category fan fiction born from your fragile minds and then feel disappointed or offended by my attitude or a severe response I can give you, you cannot help but blame yourself and not who is my friend .

But you have to get it into your heads that when you talk about us in a personal way, you refer only on the basis of two web profiles. You don't know us personally and above all you don't know me. Being an extremely reserved person, I always decided to use social networks to share my artistic side or my interests related to entertainment, nothing more, nothing less. "Rem289" has always been only a blog, a showcase on the web, I’ve never attributed a real emotional and above all personal value to it, even before Zootopia. For the rest I prefer to live my personal life off the web. Unfortunately, you have been so careless as to decide to hit my personal sphere, my friendships and my affections. So no, Aoi didn’t take over between you and me, but the person behind Rem289 took over and you paid the consequences.

Still on the subject of aoimotion, it seems that the moment this comment was written on DA has remained particularly impressed: https://www.deviantart.com/comments/1/765376682/4647911119

This great insult, which among other things is attributed to her as if I didn’t think the same (if not worse) about you, has become the new reason why aoimotion is ugly and bad and is the reason why she deserves to be insulted and disparaged at the slightest opportunity, even during a conversation with me in which she’s not involved in any way.

Now, since this term seems to me rather dated to be used as a matter of indignation during your debates, and since I still find it rather ”soft” to use to outline my intolerance towards you, in order to give you another thing to think over, I will give you an attribute which seems more correct to me: you are sick. Confronting you is like talking to someone who has been brainwashed. You are a broken record that always says the same things over and over again. I can't even feel sorry for you, what I feel is just a great sense of unease. (Of course there are people that still participate in this fandom and are perfectly normal, but those are exceptions and they already know we think good of them.)

And it’s precisely your illness that prompted me to dissociate myself so violently from the fandom. Not aoimotion, as you have been saying for months between an insult and another that you address to her because perhaps you are too afraid of me to address them directly to me, which is rather contradictory since I should be the sweet and pretty one of the duo. After all, it's better to treat me like a poor brainless fool who lets herself be manipulated rather than admit that I also have my own ideas and that, you don’t say, you don't like them.

Q: In any case, you have no right to deprive your fans of old content they love so much, you just want to be spiteful! Why did all your old WildeHopps comics disappear from the web?

A: The decision to delete the contents created by me relating to the fandom from my web platforms or those shared with my partner was not born in the least out of spite or "punishment" towards the members of the fandom. It was a decision made to dissociate my name and my current work from fandom, because unfortunately it created difficulties for my image and real difficulties for readers to understand (you can go on and say that if people think your work is still Zootopia-related is not a big deal, but I assure you it is). All that came after, are only and exclusively speculations built on purpose to find the most sinister reasons of why it happened. Publishing content is only an accessory part of the job itself, a percentage of the process. Deciding to publish, not publish or cancel a publication is at the pure expense of the author, and no consumer has the right to impose his will on the creator. I understand that they are perhaps too complex concepts for you, since it’s clear that you are used to measuring the value of things based on the likes they receive, but this current of thought also exists and I hope it will be useful to you someday, in the remote possibility that decide to take moments of deep reflection (which would be more and more useful than tapping your fingers on the keyboard).

(Little curiosity: in the last few weeks we have forwarded about twenty reports to various sites to remove our old contents posted there without our permission. Not only all twenty reports have been accepted, but the contents have all been removed in less than 12 hours from the date of reporting. This is to remind you that if we don’t want our content on the web, we have them removed and it’s the reposters who pay for it, not us.)

Q: Well, however you can't force us not to talk badly about you or aoimotion, in fact, you can't stop us from believing that she's been manipulating you for years. Almost certainly it’s she who is writing this post without your knowledge, isn't it?

A: The people of the web are notoriously lazy and are therefore often uninformed and constipated in developing their own concepts. They spit sentences without even knowing what they’re talking about, they choose "comfortable" truths, such as the fact of attributing to aoimotion every not nice word that comes from me, and when this phenomenon is reflected on real persons, unfortunately it’s quite difficult to manage.

We are attributed with labels, words, concepts, faults, relationships that don’t belong to us and that are difficult to get away from. A simple comment or a wrong statement towards a person can spread like wildfire and end up marking them for life. Needless to say, these conditions often prevent these same people from continuing with their activities, which instead are healthy, in a serene and peaceful way. Even now, instead of drawing, I’m writing this latest post to defend me and my partner from your sick slanders. Those who allow themselves the luxury of damaging the "active personalities" of the web are people who fully enjoy anonymity behind a screen, and often people who have the matter of regulating them (like the reddits moderators, who are a joke at best) limit themselves to considering certain behaviors "ordinary” in the creator / consumer relationship. The mere fact of normalizing certain behaviors doesn’t smooth out the rules of civilized life, makes these "authorities" complicit and therefore only adds a problem. It’s more than evident that some people are not yet able to distinguish the boundary that exists between objective opinion and direct and personal insult, but from people who lose sleep at night because they have been defined as “lunatic” I don’t expect anything less. Who knows what you will do now that I have called you sick.

I conclude with a message to the interested party:

@hammytotherescue: I don't know how old you are, however, judging by what you write and how you write it and how you act, I deduce that you should not be more than 14-15 years old. Unfortunately I regret to tell you that the fact you are a minor doesn’t mean that you don’t have to take responsibility for your actions, and if you still have doubts about understanding where you have gone wrong I advise you to ask your parents for advice. I gave you the opportunity to confront me but you ran away to cry on a public platform. Hasn't anyone taught you that real life doesn't work like that? If, on the other hand, you are an adult, I sincerely feel sorry for you, I say this from the bottom of my heart.

I know how comfortable it is to hide behind a group or in this case a fandom to vent one's dislikes towards the individual. This time you and your friends have received the same treatment, you have not caught generic appellations addressed to the fandom but I decided to speak to you personally. My only advice is to use this experience to learn how it behaves on the web, and when you have learned it, you could teach it to all your friends, perhaps starting with @owningsuperset7.

For @ggctuk: I hope you will appreciate my effort in writing this long post, as so the next time you talk about us again, you can use it as a reference to explain how things went 🤗

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Addiction | 03

→ pairing: jungkook x reader → genre: drama | m for mature → words: 4k → a/n: this is a repost from my old blog but I completely forgot about this series. my goal is to continue it, so here is the introduction. disclaimer: there are mentions of an escort service. this is not a promotion of prostitution of any kind. this is strictly fiction and should be seen as such. read at your own discretion.

→ chapters: 01 | 02 | 03

→ summary: To say that someone is addicted to something can be either an exaggeration or so far from the appropriate term; it can be terrifying. At first, he seemed cute, playful; even attractive. But by the end of the month, you just dreaded the thought of telling him that you couldn’t satisfy him anymore. Rather, you dreaded the thought of admitting to yourself that you were just as addicted to him as he was to you.

“Addiction is defined by tolerance, withdrawal, and craving. We recognize addiction by a person’s heightened and habituated need for a substance; by the intense suffering that results from discontinuation of its use; and by the person’s willingness to sacrifice all (to the point of self-destructiveness).”

Crap. It was morning. You needed to get to the studio and quick. There was going to be a small concert in town early in the afternoon and you knew you needed to be there as early as possible so they could rehearse on time. Luckily, you still had an outfit in your chamber for this occasion and you gingerly put it on; making your exit.

Arriving just barely on time, you ran into the studio to find the room already buzzing with other stylists, staff, and the guys. You felt timid, as you always did, when you entered the room. Adrenaline was still pumping through your veins from your nightly activities but they dimmed as you entered the threshold. Nerves building as you realized you would have to see Jungkook.

Even though you knew you were securely covered, you pulled on your turtleneck collar and long sleeves of the black dress you put on. It was cute yet casual but more importantly, it served your purpose well. As you walked over to your usual station, you gathered your materials as you waited for Jungkook to make his entrance. It was odd that he was running behind. You couldn’t help but to worry since he never said goodbye to you last night.

“Y/N, I need you to do me a favor.” Kimi rushed into the dressing room and yanked Jin down into the chair as he was goofing off.

“Yah! I told you not to move too much. I’m going to have to do your hair again,” she said in a frustrated yet cute voice. Jin giggled to himself.

“I’m sorry. I’ll be still,” he turned to you and looked you over. “Noona, it’s a little warm to be wearing something like that, isn’t it?” He tried to make it seem like he was being innocent but you knew damn well that he wasn’t. You rolled your eyes at him as he smirked at you.

“I don’t have time for this, Seokjin. What do you need, Kimi? Jungkook could be here any minute.” Your friend nodded and began to tend to Jin’s hair once again.

“I know. It’ll be really quick. I left my makeup kit in the bathroom and Jin is needed first for a mic check. It’ll just be faster if you could grab it while I fix his hair. Please.” You let out a sigh as you looked at the clock.

“Okay fine. I’ll be right back.” Your friend thanked you as you hurried out of the room. You hated rushing like this but sometimes it was thrilling. It would be more thrilling if you weren’t a nervous wreck already. Once you entered the empty bathroom, you noticed the pink makeup case on the counter right away. It was easy to spot in the dark grey tiled bathroom. It was modern with a long mirror above the multiple sinks. When you grabbed the case, you heard someone else enter the room but thought nothing of it until you heard their voice.

“Noona, I need to talk to you…” Shock struck you as your heart skipped a beat. You looked up in the mirror to see his reflection; turning around instantly to face him.

“Jungkook? What the hell are you doing in here? I could get into serious trouble.” You walked over towards the door and past the taller man, peeking out the door to make sure no one possibly saw him enter the women’s bathroom. Jungkook watched your every move; studying you as he always did. When you saw that the hall was empty, you sighed in relief and closed the door. Turning to him, you looked up into his eyes with concern.

“What is so important that it couldn’t have waited until I came back to the dressing room? You know this is too risky.” The maknae reached up and grazed your cheek with the back of his index finger.

“It’s worth the risk. I needed to see you,” he said in a whisper. Before you even realized, your back was pressed against the cool door as Jungkook hovered over you. His hand trailed down your neck to pull aside your turtleneck collar. A low growl vibrated in his throat.

“This is what you do to me, Y/N. You made me lose control because I wanted to give you what you wanted…what I needed.” He bit his bottom lip, feeling his lack of control fighting to make a presence but also guilt for leaving such a dark mark on your body.

“Does it hurt,” he asked in a caring voice; soft and gentle. You turned your head, unable to look at him. Your breath came out shaky as his touch sent shivers down your spine. Your skin so fragile from the purple kiss he gave you but also because he affected you so much. Never could you admit to his touch affecting you this much.

“Why won’t you look at me,” Jungkook asked in a serious tone; masked with concern but also curiosity - a little smirk twitching on his face.

“I have nothing to say to you, Kookie. Don’t worry about me. It was a one-time thing…” At this moment, you looked him straight in the eyes; determined to make him see how serious you were.

“Nothing more.” A darkness flooded over the maknae that he couldn’t fathom. Those two words pierced through him and made his blood boil. His little smirk faded to something much colder.

“You don’t mean that,” he said bluntly. You put on a face, masking how you truly felt; which was still a very blurry line. Brushing his hand aside that was still grazing your collar, you stepped to move around him. With quick reflexes, Jungkook stuck out his arm to stop you; caging you against the wall.

“Look me in the eyes and tell me that you don’t feel anything for me. After everything that happened between us last night, that you honestly don’t have feelings for me.” Jungkook looked into your eyes with determination and desperation. He searched frantically for truth behind your eyes as he engulfed you with his body. His dominant stance made you weak in the knees as he loomed over you. It took every ounce of strength you had to not cave in this moment.

“I feel nothing, Jungkook,” you said as you looked at him. You felt as if your voice may have faltered a little but perhaps it was all in your head. Jungkook tensed around you; his eyes looked you over. He was sensing something from you. He lowered his arms slowly and took a minor step back.

“Prove it,” he said as he watched you. You raised your eyebrow at his stance.

“This isn’t a game. I’m being serious. What are you doing?” Jungkook subconsciously palmed himself slightly and looked into your eyes.

“I’m giving you what you want. I know you want it, just as much as I do,” he said as he looked over your frame. Your dress hugged your curves in a way that drove him internally insane.

“J-Jung-”

“You’re stuttering my name already and I haven’t even touched you yet.” Suddenly, you feel Jungkook’s knee brush against yours and separating your legs. As he licks his lips, he reaches for the hem of your dress and slides his fingers into your damp panties. Your instincts tell you to protest but your body and heart tell you to shut up and enjoy the ride. Jungkook’s fingers shimmy into your folds and massaged your swollen core so eagerly. The second he got a moan from you, just from his touch, he slithered his fingers against your entrance and stroked you. A smirk graced his face.

“I knew you would be this wet. Face it, Y/N. You want me. I don’t know why you’re denying it. I made you scream and moan so much last night. I know you enjoyed it.” His two forefingers slide into your slick entrance and massaged your walls. He curled his fingers into your g-spot but didn’t go crazy just yet. You leaned your head forward and let out a breathy moan.

“Fuck, Jungkook….” The sensation was unreal. His fingers were a work of art and he was painting you like a canvas. He bit his bottom pink lip and watched your eyes shut tightly from the stimulation as you leaned your head back against the wall.

“That’s right, baby. I want you to say my name,” he closed the gap between you to place his lips by your ear; his hot breath giving you goosebumps. Your hands moved up to his broad shoulders and gripped tightly, digging your fingertips into the clothed skin.

“Prove to me just how little you feel for me,” he whispered before picking up the pace. The knot in the pit of your stomach dropped to your core like a bombshell waiting to explode. His lean fingers hit the back of your center as if he was trying to memorize the feel of the muscle. As you bit your bottom lip to keep from screaming, Jungkook pulled out just enough to add a third finger…then four. Your eyes shot open and you practically slammed your head forward so you could bite his shoulder. Your loud cries muffled against his skin, making the fabric wet from your spit as your teeth indented his skin.

Suddenly, Jungkook removed his fingers with low growl under his breath. When you looked up at him with hooded eyes, trying to catch your breath, there was something on his face that was different. Desperation. Hunger. Insanity.

“No. I need to fuck you. I need to cum inside of you, Y/N….” and there it was, all three - desperation, hunger, and insanity. Jungkook’s need to make you cum was just as strong as his need to cum with you, inside of you. His words struck a chord in you, making you hotter than he already made you feel. Your guard quickly faded and you licked your lips.

“Do it. Fuck me. Just do something,” you begged. Never had you begged in such a needy way but this was how he affected you. Pleased by your demand, Jungkook hurried to free his enraged cock from his jeans. It was throbbing as the tip was a deep shade of pink. Breathing heavily through his mouth as adrenaline dilated his pupils, he hooked his wet fingers under the waistband of your panties and yanked them down to your ankles. He lifted your dress far enough to see your exposed ass; the insides glistening with your juices.

“I-I don’t have a condom,” he stuttered. Jungkook was a mess between feeling nervous, and eager - his cockiness completely leaving him. You turned your head slightly over your shoulder to look at him. The moment you catch sight of his beautiful cock, the thought doesn’t even phase you.

“I’m on the pill. It’s fine just-” You cut off your words as you reach your arm back to grab a hold of his hip and ease back onto his erection. Your walls and entrance are as wet as his length is rigidly hard, you’re able to slide perfectly onto him. Both of your moans simultaneously fill the air.

“Ahhh…just like that,” you moaned as he filled you.

Jungkook’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as he already missed the feel of you. He grabbed a hold of your hips and gripped tightly as he starts pounding into you like a jackhammer. His length yet again fills you as if it were meant for you - massaging your walls so perfectly in a frenzied rhythm. Feeling the need to see you come undone, Jungkook shifts you so that you’re facing the sinks and mirrors lining the opposite wall. You looked ahead and already felt embarrassment brightening your cheeks.

“J-Jungkook…” He could hear the protest in your voice and bit his lip. You tried to cover your face to keep from watching yourself, even though curiosity was getting the best of you. Jungkook shook his head in the middle of grunts as he was still fucking you. He reached around to grab a hold of your wrists and pulled them behind your back to keep you from hiding. Not that you were complaining because the new position somehow adding more stimulation and it almost made you scream. You pierced your lips to keep from doing so, remembering that you were in a public restroom still.

“Voyeurism and Exhibitionism, pro list,” Jungkook let out another groan, “I remembered your list well, remember. I know you want to watch me fucking you.” Fuck, fuck. His words made you look up at the mirror. He was right. The sight of seeing him ram into you, smacking his hips against you as he thrusted into your g-spot was such a beautiful sight. To get him to shut up for being so damn cocky, you clenched your walls around him.

“Fuck,” he hissed as a bark. A smirk graced your lips as you did it over and over. Two could play at this game.

“Y/N stop,” he warned. You could feel him somehow get harder inside of you. As you gasped and moaned, trying to chase your orgasm, you tried to focus on his as well.

“What’s the matter, Kookie? Are you going to cum for me,” you asked in a cocky tone. Just as you started to giggle quietly, Jungkook wrapped his fingers around your throat and pulled you up against his chest; his other arm wrapped around the front of your stomach. His lips grazed your ear as he panted from his never ending thrusts.

A sharp gasp passed through your lips from the aggressive move that only turned you on more. Your pussy throbbed and pulsed around him as he spiked the inevitable orgasm that he was about to give you.

“And you’re going to cum with me,” he whispered, “now.” And in that moment, as if he had full control over your body, your orgasm hit you wave after wave. He had to cover your mouth as you couldn’t contain the decadent sounds streaming from your lips. Jungkook squeezed his eyes together and let out a whiny moan as he exploded inside of you. As his cock surfaced to your entrance and back inside of you, the mix of your juices came out and slowly trickled down your legs.

No extra stimulation. No use of his tongue. No fingers on your clit. Just his cock with his hand around your throat and whispered demands in your ear that gave you the high that was higher than anything you’ve ever experienced. Your body went lax against him and his strong arms caught you.

“It’s okay. I got you,” he whispered sweetly; just as he did the night before. Your moans faded to faint little whimpers. The sweet man pulled out of you and lifted you in one swoop to carry you over to the sink.

“Well aren’t you charming,” you said in a low voice as a soft smile appeared on your face. Jungkook couldn’t help but to laugh.

“Need I remind you, there’s a lot you don’t know about me,” he said as he sat you down, meeting your gaze, “and I fully intend on you finding out.” His words silenced you and you became timid. He just doesn’t give up, does he, you thought to yourself. Jungkook grabbed a towel and wet it to clean you just as there was a knock on the locked door.

“Y/N, are you still in there?! I needed my makeup box 10 minutes ago!” Kimi’s frustrated voice vibrated against the door and it made you laugh lightly.

“Oh yeah…I knew I came in here for something.” Jungkook grinned, feeling proud, as he finished cleaning your legs and sensitive core. He finished wiping you down and looked at you with softer eyes than before. It seemed as if his eyes were practically black before but now they were a beautiful shade of dark brown; gentle and sweet. He leaned forward and kissed you softly on the lips before helping you put your underwear back on. He then proceeded to zip up his pants and straighten his shirt - handsome as ever.

You watched his every move as he took care you of you so tenderly. It made your heart skip a beat. Jungkook was so…nurturing and romantic with you yet a complete beast just moments ago. It didn’t make sense to you but it intrigued you. Slowly, he helped you down off the counter and handed you the makeup box.

“Thank you,” you said quietly. Jungkook flashed you his signature flirty smile with sincerity.

“You’re welcome,” he replied. There was another knock on the door.

“Y/N, come on! I know you’re still in there. What the hell is taking so long?” Kimi’s voice was high pitched and annoying but you understood her frustration. That’s when your nerves hit.

“You have to stay back so they don’t-”

“I know. I’ll wait a minute before leaving after you. Go ahead and go. I’ll see you in the dressing room.” Jungkook kissed you on the cheek before you could open your mouth to reply. You looked at him in confusion. Had he done something like this before, you wondered. He seemed so calm about all of this; like it was normal.

“Go,” he said with a slight laugh under a whisper; pushing you subtly towards the door. Gaining your composure, you brushed your dress down and headed towards the door. Jungkook made sure to stay out of sight as you opened the door ever so slightly to ease out to escape. Kimi was right in front of the door and backed up when you walked out of the bathroom. You held up the box for her and smiled innocently. She took it with a huff.

“If I knew you were going to take forever, I would have gotten it myself,” she said in an annoyed voice, “What took you so long anyways?” A string of lies marched in your head until the perfect one surfaced.

“Uhh…that time of the month, sorry.” Your friend looked at you as if she wanted to question you but she brushed it off. Instead, she hooked arms with you and dragged you away towards the dressing room.

“Well let’s hurry before Jungkook shows up. They’re up in like 15 minutes,” she commented. Which made you look back towards the bathroom as the door still remained shut - knowing he was still in there waiting.

“Right…”

Everything seemed so casual and nonchalant. Jungkook made a couple of glances your way as you applied his makeup and styled his hair, but not more so than usual. Although you did notice that he kept clenching his fists every now and then - struggling to keep from touching you still. Once the boys left for their little concert, you felt like you could breathe again. All you knew was that you needed to think and clear your head.

When you got home later that day, you stripped your clothes and decided to take a nice, hot bath. As you stood naked in front of the mirror, that’s when you noticed just how many bruises you were covered in. So many different shades of purples and reds, even yellow. To anyone else, they may have seemed horrifying but to you, they were precious memories.

Your delicate fingers traced over them lightly as you remembered his touch; reminiscing every moan and pleasured feeling he gave you yesterday and today. When you met your gaze back up to the mirror, you frowned slightly. No. You’re supposed to forget about him. Never are you supposed to fall for a client, let alone someone you work for as well.

This was supposed to be a one time thing and somehow, he was able to break through a barrier you have perfected over the months in this profession. A barrier that you created so that you didn’t fall for your clients; it was a security measure. Some of your clients were quite attractive; men that you would absolutely date - others not so much. Jeon Jungkook was a fantasy - nothing more.

Once you cleanse yourself with sweet smelling soap, you got ready for bed. Wearing a plain grey tank top and cotton shorts; pure comfort. The sun had already fallen and the moon had risen. You haven’t been sleeping well and after your recent activities, you knew you could easily pass out. When you finally reached your bed, your skin hit the sheets in the most soothing way. The silky material made your legs feel like jello. It pried a purred sigh out of you as you nestled into your safe haven.

It wasn’t long before you were able to fall asleep once you closed your eyes. It wasn’t often that you went to bed so early but your body clearly needed it - at least you thought. At the time you fell into a dreamlike state, it was roughly 8pm. When you awoke next, it was 3am. The air was silent and the moon was bright in the clear, dark sky. You felt refreshed but you were definitely still tired enough to fall back asleep for another hour or two. As you stretched your arms, you felt something warm beside you and became alert. You sat up quickly to take a look and you found a man’s body sleeping comfortably beside you. Jungkook’s body.

“Jungkook,” you asked out loud in shock. The maknae stirred subtly and wrapped his arm around your torso as if to pull you closer. You stiffened under his touch.

“Go back to sleep, baby. It’s just me,” he said in a raspy, tired voice. His eyes were already seemingly puffy; his lips swollen in a pout. How long had he been sleeping here like this?

“Jungkook, no. Get up. What the hell are you doing here? How did you get in here?” Jungkook let out a sigh and looked up at you innocently as he continued to rest his head on one of your pillows. His features were so tired, worn, and exhausted; yet soft and fragile.

“Please…just one more hour. I’m so tired and it’s so comfortable here,” he begged in a whisper; still half asleep. He pulled you close and you reluctantly followed to lay beside him like he wanted without saying so.

“I…”

“Please…It’s been such a long day,” he asked again through tired eyes. You let out a breath, wanting to protest again but your nurturing side kicked in. You knew how hard the boys worked and after a day of concert and who knows what else, you knew very well that he was probably beyond spent. Feeling defeated, you softened in his grasp and decided to play along.

“What time do you need to be back,” you asked sweetly. Jungkook was already starting to fall asleep again.

“Just one more hour,” he mumbled softly before drifting back to sleep. The sweet boy had succumb to his slumber and was breathing slowly once again. You looked him over and couldn’t help but to brush his hair soothingly. A soft hum vibrated in his throat. There was something so innocent about him even though his features were so broad and masculine - something you had a weak spot for when it came to Jungkook.

Shaking your head, you nestled beside him and faced him; curling your arms against your chest and laying your leg gently over his. The position was perfect somehow as if you’ve done this with him before. You took your finger and moved the dark brown strand that had fallen over his eye. Having him in your bed made sense somehow. No. It felt like home.

“Fucking hell….” You whispered under your breath so you didn’t wake him. The question lingered on your tongue and you were scared to say it out loud. Even though he was asleep and he couldn’t hear you, you had to breathe the words in hopes that the answer would come to you.

“What are you doing to me, Jeon Jungkook?” But it didn’t -

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redhoodssweetheart · 5 years

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From Dusk ‘Til Dawn (1/2)

Genre: Supernatural AU

Pairing: Vampire!Tony x Human!Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.8K

Requested: @queenstark3000

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED

Warnings: Fluff, minor angst towards the end

Description: You’re invited to one of Tony’s infamous parties, but not everyone agrees with your presence.

*** DO NOT REPOST MY WORK ***

Taglists: Are open, please send an ask and see this post for more information.

The invitation had been an unexpected one. Everyone knew about Tony Stark, he was the mysterious billionaire who lived in the house on the hill. Most people joked that it was like the House on Haunted Hill. You had never paid attention to the gossip that floated around. Most people believed that Tony was a recluse, only coming out when he wanted to or he needed something.

Maybe so, but that didn’t mean his house was haunted or that there were other nefarious acts going on there. Maybe Tony just didn’t like being around large groups of people all the time. There was one thing for sure though: he loved to throw parties.

Once a month the house he occupied would become lively with music and people that could be seen and heard from outside the gates of the property. You happened to be walking home one night when you heard the noise and glanced up to see that you were passing Stark Manor. Cars were driving in and up the hill, people wearing their finest getting out and walking to the front door where a man greeted them.

Secretly you wished that you could go there and experience on of Stark’s parties for yourself, but they seemed like they were for the exclusive members of your fair town and some people from the surrounding areas. You were a nobody on the map.

Now you were holding the invitation in your hands asking if you would do Tony the honor of gracing his home with your presence for a masquerade ball to help funds to protect the planet from global warming. You pinched yourself to make sure you weren’t dreaming, but it hurt and you were still holding the invitation in your hand.

You quickly grabbed your purse and headed into town to visit Maggie, the local seamstress who also owned a vintage shop. She always had gorgeous dresses on hand and would probably be willing to loan you something for the evening.

The older woman smiled at you as you came bursting into her shop, “Hello dearie, it’s been a while since you’ve graced my shop.” It had been some time since you had found yourself in here. In fact, it had been your first job when you were in high school.

You handed the invitation over to Maggie who stared at it incredulously, she was just as shocked as you had been. Not just anyone got this honor. “I need a dress for the evening.”

Maggie shook off her shock and handed the invitation back to you, “I have just the dress. Stay right here, I’ll go get it.” She stood up from her perch behind the counter and headed into the back. You knew that was where she kept her special articles of clothing that she didn’t want just anyone seeing.

When she came back she was holding a dark red dress with black lace accents. She handed it over and told you to go try it on for her. You did as you were told and when you looked in the mirror you saw that it managed to highlight all your features in the best ways possible. The sleeves hung off your shoulders and it reminded you of something a gothic princess would wear.

As you stepped out of the small changing room you said, “Maggie this is wonderful.” You looked up and saw Maggie smiling at you. “Are you sure this is okay? I can choose something from up here.”

She waved her hands and handed over a black lace mask to match, “No, I want you to wear this one. It’ll fit with the theme. Now come over here let me make a few adjustments.”

The night of the party came and you nervously sat in the back of the cab on the way up to Tony’s home. You felt so out of place amongst the BMWs, Mercedes, Jaguars, and Bentleys that were parked in the driveway. The driver pulled to a stop in front of the sidewalk and you quickly paid the driver, noticing a few stares from some of the people standing outside chatting before making their way to the front entrance.

You stepped out of the cab and slowly made your way up the front sidewalk to the door where a tall man was standing waiting to greet the guests. “Good evening, Miss,” he gave you a pleasant smile. “May I see your invitation?”

You handed it to him shakily, “Here you go?”

“Thank you,” he put it with the rest of the invitations that he had received that night. “Have a good evening, Miss.”

“Thank you,” you whispered as you moved past him.

You followed the sound of music down the hall past paintings that looked like they belonged in a museum. All the artwork looked old and like it belonged in a museum. It must have been passed down from generation to generation, you thought to yourself.

When you stepped into the great room where all the guests had gathered you could see tables set off to the side and a wide-open space reserved for dancing. Some people were already dancing like they were at an actual ball from a fairytale while others were laughing off to the side, glasses of champagne in hand.

You hadn’t been here five minutes but you were already feeling so out of place.

“Magnificent isn’t it?” The man’s voice beside you made you jump. You hadn’t even heard him approach. “Sorry,” he flashed you a smile that told you he wasn’t the least bit sorry to have started you.

“It’s fine,” you sighed. “It’s quite the setup, that’s for sure.”

He grabbed two champagne flutes from a passing waiter and handed one to you, “I’m being incredibly rude, I’m Tony Stark.”

You blinked in surprise, “Mr. Stark, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” You still couldn’t believe you were standing next to the man of the hour. “Thank you for the invitation, I certainly wasn’t expecting one.”

He chuckled and took a sip of champagne, “I once saw you chew a man out for throwing his empty water bottle on the side of the street. I thought this event would be the perfect time to get to know one another better.”

You remembered that day, you had told the man he was part of the problem as to why the planet was dying. You felt yourself become a little flustered at the fact that Tony had seen that. “Not one of my finer moments,” you turned away from him so he could see how nervous you were.

“No, no, I think it was a good reaction, we could use some more people threatening bodily harm on those who don’t respect this green and blue planet we call home.”

You groaned and Tony grinned at you, enjoying the looks flitting across your face. “I think I’m going to go sit in the corner for the rest of the evening so I don’t embarrass myself further.”

Before you could walk away he caught your hand and gently stopped you, “You’re not embarrassing yourself, who else would I share my first dance with this evening besides such a strong-willed individual such as yourself?”

You narrowed your eyes, “Why do I get the feeling you’re teasing me, Mr. Stark.”

“Tony,” he corrected. “Call me Tony.”

“Tony,” you repeated his name. “Why do I feel like you’re teasing me?”

“Maybe I am,” he said cheekily. “But I would like to have my first dance with you if that’s all right?”

You considered him for a moment, wondering why he had invited you in the first place and why he wanted his first dance to be with you. “All right,” you conceded. “I’ll share the first dance with you.”

Off to the side, several of the guests were watching as Tony swept you into his arms and began to dance to the tune the band had started to play. “I’m shocked Stark let a human into his party,” Natasha said to Steve and Sam.

“You know how Stark is,” Sam said. “Plus I heard he had an infatuation with one of the humans around here.”

“I think it’s nice,” Steve chimed in, ever the optimist of the group. “He’s all alone here, he could use someone to spend his days with.”

Natasha’s eyes narrowed as she watched Tony spin you around the dance floor, her eyes briefly went from their normal greenish hue to a red and then changed back to green just as quick. “This isn’t going to end well.”

Days after the party had ended you were walking down the sidewalk when a car pulled up beside you. “Miss Y/LN,” you recognized the voice as the man who had greeted you the night before at the party. “Mr. Stark would like me to invite you to his home for dinner tomorrow night.”

You fiddled with the strap of your purse, “Is it another fancy occasion?” You weren’t sure how you felt about going to another event with his fancy friends. To be honest, something felt off to you the entire night. You hadn’t liked the way the people had stared at you. It was almost like they were staring at you hungrily. Tony had made sure you stayed by his side all night long.

Jarvis chuckled, “No miss, it will just be you and Mr. Stark tomorrow night.”

“Oh, well then tell him I accept and will see him tomorrow night.” Jarvis bid you farewell and drove off.

When Natasha caught wind of what Tony had done she drove to his house and stormed into his office. “What the hell were you thinking?”

He looked up from his papers, “Well hello to you too, Romanoff.”

She yanked her sunglasses off revealing her blood red eyes. “Don’t,” she snarled. “You’re being foolish by allowing this human to get so close to you.”

After you had left the party Natasha had made it fairly clear to Tony what she thought about him allowing a human into the building with a house filled with supernatural beings. “I happened to enjoy our time together the other night and the human has a name. It’s Y/N.”

Natasha slammed a fist down on the table, the sound echoing through the halls of the house, “This is serious Tony! She could be in danger if you keep cavorting with her.”

Tony’s eyes narrowed, he was starting to get annoyed with the redhead now. “There hasn’t been a threat on our lives in over a hundred years, Natasha. I think I’ve earned some happiness.”

Natasha stood up straighter, “Don’t come crying to me when this blows up in your face. I will not continue to bail you out and risk my life for your impulsive behavior.” With that, she turned and stormed out of the house, Tony sitting still as he let her words wash over him.

#Tony Stark x Reader #Tony Stark x Fem!Reader #Vampire!Tony Stark x Human!Reader #Tony Stark x Reader fluff #Tony Stark #Vampire!Tony Stark #Tony Stark fanfic #Tony Stark fanfiction #Tony Stark fluff #Requested

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dark0angel13 · 5 years

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Loving You Has Consequences

How much time has passed? How many days, weeks; months? Everything seems to blur together, he realizes in his empty room. He can’t remember the last time he saw anyone outside of the staff; even they seemed to be appearing less frequently. His entire life now, is one agonizing routine. Wake up, eat shitty food; sit through shitty transfusions before going through shitty chemotherapy and radiation treatment. Every. Single. Week; he’s sick of it all. His body is weak, his heart breaking more each day when the people who promised to be there until the end don’t show. This is his life now, and that realization has tears welling in his eyes.

The room, he notices somberly, doesn’t change even when the seasons outside do. The walls are still white and bare. His best friend had promised to bring by pictures to hang to make it feel more like ‘home’, but that never happened. Not once he was given six months to live. The only window in the room is bolted closed, probably to keep him from jumping; the idea has popped into his head on more than one occasion.

His grandfather had brought some clothes by months ago but never came back; the nurses are kind enough to wash them for him when they take his linens. The clean clothes he does have, are stacked in a neat pile on the only table in the room. There is a chair in the left corner, it’s fabric worn and faded, where his ‘older sister’ would sit and read to him before she got called overseas; he really missed her. When everyone stopped coming by to see him, it was her who kept his hopes up, it was her who made him feel calm and loved when his world was crumbling around him; it was her who kept coming back until the Army needed her more.

The only personal possession he has, is the iPod that she left him before she left. It was scratched, couldn’t hold anymore music on it, and outdated but he listened to it every day without fail, clutching it to his chest like a lifeline. Deep down he knows they stay away to protect themselves. He’s on borrowed time after all; he can only imagine how painful it must be for them to walk in here and know time is ticking down, but didn’t they also know that he’s scared too? He knows he’s dying. He can see it in the pale of his skin, he can see it in what’s left of his hair; in his sunken eyes that hold so many emotions he can’t express. Hurt, betrayal, sadness, fear.

He’s lost more weight, he notices, when he puts on his clothes. They hang too loose around his waist now, drape over his body like sheets when they used to hug him like a second skin; the only thing he has left of his father, sits folded under his pillow because he dares not wear it.

His hands ball into fists at his sides and he fights back the scream that wants to rip its way up his throat. Why him? Why did this have to happen to him? What did he do to deserve this? The answers elude him; always seem to be so out of reach. The clock to his left strikes ten and like clockwork, there is a knock at the door. The nurse, he knows without bothering to open it. It’s always the same nurse.

“Mind if I come in?” Her question reaches him even as she opens the door, not waiting for his answer, and her smile has him clenching his teeth. What is there to smile at? He’s dying for fuck’s sake. He doesn’t speak, instead content to let her draw the usual, obscene amount of blood before she takes him for his chemo and radiation. That’s the worst, he thinks. It always makes him sick to his stomach after. He can’t eat, he can’t drink; he just ends up laying in bed, wishing for whatever God is out there to save him from this nightmare. His prayers never get answered though. The Chaplin came in one day, trying to give him some hope, spouting off some bullshit about God never giving him more than he can handle, but he just scoffed and crossed his arms. What kind of ‘God’ gives him cancer? What kind of ‘God’ has the balls to curse an 18 year old boy with inoperable stage four metastatic melanoma? As far as he is concerned, ‘God’ could suck his dick.

“-to go?” Her words snap him from his thoughts and he looks to her, his body stiffening when he feels her hand on his shoulder.

“I’m sorry, what?” Is all he can reply with because he knows if he says anymore his voice will start to shake.

“I asked if you were ready to go,” she repeats and motions him to the door, “everyone is waiting for you and I’ll have your lab results when we get there so I can adjust the dosage. You shouldn’t get sick today.”

Yeah she says that every time, and he still gets sick every time. He’s not holding his breath anymore, he’s not hoping for the best. He knows what’s going to happen and he’s resigned himself to his fate. Life’s a bitch, and then you die, his sister would tell him and before he didn’t really believe her. Now though, going through what he does on a daily basis, the transfusions, the radiation, the solitude, he finally understands. Life is indeed a bitch.

The halls are empty as always, the fifth floor housing nothing but fellow cancer patients; the blue paint on the walls having seen better days. The room he’s led to is large, holding many reclining chairs, each one filled with a face he recognizes. They were all just like him, dying. Some have less time; some more, but all dying none the less. How many more times will he see their faces? Two? Four? Will today be his last time? He swallows hard at the thought and shoved his hands into his pockets. Yes, he thinks, today will be the last day he sees them. Because he’s on borrowed time, this will be his last treatment before stopping all life sustaining care. It makes him sick to his stomach just thinking about it, but he wants to be gone before his sister returns from her tour. She had enough to worry about before adding him to the mixture.

“They’ve been waiting for you.” The nurse says lightly before opening the door, and he can only nod and force a smile as he always does. This was a routine after all.

“Hey guys.” His voice is steady, for now and he walks to his usual chair.

“Hey Natsu.” They reply as one and for the briefest of moments, he feels like he belongs.

END

You can find the story on AO3,

I will try to update often, but let’s be honest here, if the inspiration isn’t there, neither are the words. Also I’m reposting this because I messed up the first time and did it as a quote instead of text post (cuz I’m dumb) so I’m reposting it. Please let me know what you all think :)

#fairy tail #natsu dragneel #lucy heartfelia #nalu #vampire au #i hope you didnt want your heart #cuz im about to rip it out of your chest #fanfic writer #fanfiction #ao3fic

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valkirsif · 5 years

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Follow you CH2/???

At the start this is a one shot little story but @youaremyfavouritepizzaplace convinced me at prosecute, im set story with both point off view.. this is for you honey i hope like it, repost if u need :)

Painter Steve Rogers x Etoile Natasha Romanov

Word 2500

Warning Fluff, Angst

They looked at each other for a few minutes, they knew that soon they would have to say goodbye but neither of them broke the joy of that moment, Steve was memorizing every expression and every breath of Natasha, wanted to fix them in mind before letting her go, the woman smiled, took his hand and led him to the bed

"Little doll what strange idea put on your head?" Steve laughed, complicitly taking her in his arms and making laugh, the woman clung to his hips and kissed him, he had dreamed many times about that situation and now that she was in his arms it didn't seem real, laid her down on the bed and slowly undressed

"Tasha you are so beautiful" said caressing her face, the woman stared at him smiling, "It will be hard to be without you for the next few weeks" sighed,

"Shh, let's not think about it now," she replied, kissing him, "Right now it's just you and me, no work, no travel, just the two of us," whispered, drawing him to herself, they spent the night exploring their bodies and making love.

Steve opened his eyes at dawn turned in bed and was enchanted watching Natasha still asleep, her naked and lithe body illuminated by the first rays of sun, her usually ordered hair framed her face, was tempted to wake her up but was left to admiring it the alarm would have sounded soon dividing them, she was about to leave for a tour that would take her around the country, if only he had imagined that the previous evening would have ended that way would not have made plans for his future, the woman moved opened her eyes and smiled at him, she was so damn perfect as soon as she woke up, Steve responded to her smile by touching her face and approaching her to kiss,

"Good morning", Natasha curled up in his arms like a puppy looking for cuddles, she was so petite, "How about breakfast?" the man asked, kissing her head,

"It seems to me a great idea, Steve," she replied, raising face to him, "What time is it?" asked, turning to the alarm clock,

"I'soon has not yet played, let's enjoy the awakening" Steve stroked her back, "If decide to kidnap you think someone would notice?" asked laughing,

"I'm afraid so, tonight we debut in New York I think you would notice my absence," she replied, standing up, "Love what you like for breakfast?" asked, picking up the phone to order,

"For me coffee and donuts Sweetheart" he replied, sitting up, the woman put on robe and straddled it, the man pressed her to him kissing her neck, "Where had we stayed tonight?" whispered, sliding his hands up to her ass, the woman arched over him touching his pectorals

"Mr. Rogers tempts me" she smiled, "But breakfast will come in 10 minutes"

Steve turned and took it back and stood over it "Then I'll wait ..." he laughed, kissing her, they were entwined until the bell rang, Natasha got up and made the waiter sit and put the tray on the table and went out, the woman brought the tray to bed breakfast hugging each other quarreling the last donut, the insistent trill of the alarm broke the magic the woman turned it off sighing,

"I have to get ready" she said in a low voice, "In an hour they'll go by to get me" headed for the shower, Steve followed her, they remained silent under the hot jet looking at each other lost in their thoughts,

"Love did you see my tape?" asked the woman, raising the pillows,

"Maybe .." Steve replied slyly, hugging her from behind, "... I want something of yours ..." he turned to kiss her, Natasha clung to him

"And what do you give me in return?" she asked, "I'll turn into Medusa if I don't tie my hair," laughed, pulling off his tie and turning to the mirror, the man stared at her as he gently made a tall tail and stopped the rebellious locks with hairpins approached and tugged at her, a lock fell softly around her face,

"You're so beautiful" he said kissing her, "Sorry but as a painter that loose tuft makes you perfect" laughed, Natasha looked at herself in the mirror and smiled at him,

"You're right, I think I'll take them like this from now on," the woman finished packing and checked that she hadn't forgotten anything, the cell phone rang, her colleagues were now it was time to go and greet each other, the couple remained a few minutes in silence,

"Call me as soon as you arrive" Steve said trying to mask the sadness,

"I will .." Natasha replied with tears in her eyes, "... I will miss you tremendously Love", the man squeezed her, wrapping her,

"I'll miss you too, but we can do it," he whispered, kissing her head, "I'll follow you as soon as you know," they broke the embrace and left the room.

Steve

The journey home on the subway was long and sad, the man clutched the tape in his fingers, thinking back to the last few weeks, he had crowned one of his dreams by portraying Natasha, it was good to have her around the house, he smiled at the memory of the first morning, he had spent a good part of the night arranging the apartment and he got up at dawn to get the flowers he would use in the portrait set he had changed at least 10 times before deciding to wear the clothes he used to work when the woman rang the bell he was at the third cafe, her curious eyes were so beautiful early in the morning as looked around as she entered, her smile open and cheerful as he smiled and put the donut box in his hand before got to work, the pocket that vibrated brought him back to the metro,

"Hello," he said in reply

"Is Mr. Rogers good morning?" asked a female voice

"Yes, with whom do I have the pleasure of talking?" Steve answered, not recognizing the voice

"I'm Daisy, I call him from the San Diego Institute of Art," the woman said, "his request to take the courses was accepted, we wait for her Monday at 10 to fix the paperwork," his hand trembled after the portrait Natasha was able to study in San Diego was his biggest dream and now could make it happen.

"Of course, you can give me the address please," he said excitedly

"We sent you an email with all the necessary information, on Monday," the man said goodbye and stared at the phone screen for a few minutes, still didn't believe it, quickly dialed Natasha's number, wanted to share that news with her immediately was about to start the call when he realized what it meant, how would he explain to the woman that was leaving for San Diego right now that they had found each other?

He got off two stops before the house he needed to clear his head, crossed the street and walked quickly towards his favorite bar in the center sure that Sara would be there to listen and advise him as always, the phone vibrated again was Natasha

"Hey Baby have you already landed?" asked, looking at his watch, it had been a couple of hours before he couldn't be in New York already,

"We're about to leave, I wanted to hear your voice before turning off the phone, we didn't talk even a moment after you arrived last night," she laughed.

"I still don't believe it seems like a dream to me" Steve laughed in turn, he wouldn't tell her anything for now he wanted it to be quiet and focused for the first, "If I didn't already have work commitments I would have left with you," he said,

"It was a sudden thing we will talk as soon as I promise you," the excited woman replied, "They announced to turn it all off, I'll call you as soon as I land .. by the way .. I love you"

"Oh Tasha I love you too, I'll join you as soon as I can" he greeted her before attacking and entering the bar.

"How are you early morning Brooklyn boy" Sara welcomed him as cheerful as ever and made him coffee, "Is everything okay Steve?" she asked putting the cup and a caramel donut in front of him, the man smiled at her nobody knew him as well as she did,

"It's all right, all too well," he replied seriously, "Do you remember the redhead at Parrot?" began

"Of course, it's hard to forget something like this," laughed Sara, "have you met again?"

"I did the portrait and it got out of hand, I gave it to her last night and the evening ended with the mutual confession of the crush" he smiled

"Great I am happy for you" the woman laughed in return, giving him five, "If it is mutual how come you seem unhappy?"

"I'm really happy just believe me that, San Diego called me a little while ago, I was accepted at the Art Institute" said Steve turning the coffee, Sara went around the counter and threw her arms around his neck happy,

"Oh Steve but it's wonderful news" he chirped, "When are you leaving? Do you need a hand for the move? "

"The time to fix things here, I have a couple of jobs to finish, I have to look for an apartment near the campus but above all I have to tell her" he confessed, "It won't be easy, we didn't talk about anything last night and Tasha just left on tour, it will already be difficult to see if delivery will become almost impossible" he concluded lowering his serious voice, "I don't know what to do Sara" he looked at her, Sara squeezed him she understood what he was going through

"I can't decide for you and any advice could end badly" she smiled sincerely, "What I know is that if anyone can handle such a thing you are" stared, "You just have to relax and figure out what you want, how much Is this woman important to you? "

"Oh Sara for years I followed and admired from afar then, thanks to your help, I met her and we started dating for the portrait and the feeling grew, I think I could follow her to the end of the world if I she asked," he laughed with a beating heart

"Well, how important is it to attend SDAI?" asked Sara looking at him,

"I have been trying to get into SDAI for 3 years, I could finish my studies, make my job and my passion perfect and it would open a lot of doors for me, it's an occasion that happens once in a lifetime" he laughed again, adrenaline pumping into blood,

"Mmm the two things are the same, they are just as important to you, you have to understand if you are willing to give up one in favor of the other, or grit your teeth and have them both" concluded Sara, the man knew he didn't want to give up any of the two, he would have fought and worked so as not to lose Tasha and at the same time would have worked hard for his studies, he smiled at Sara and went back to his apartment.

Natasha

Her colleagues wanted to know everything about the mysterious man he had kissed before getting on the bus,

"Come on Tasha don't let me pray" Jenny insisted on behalf of all, "It's the first time we see one of your admirers, and it's not bad I would add" the group laughed,

"Ok ok nosy that you are nothing else, his name is Steve and he is the mysterious admirer .." she began laughing,

"Wait for the one from the yellow roses?" Fanny asked,

"Exactly, he's an exceptional painter, I've been to him every day for the past few weeks," said,

"It's the one from the bar, from after the show he sent her that rose drink with rose petals", they remembered it well, they had been teasing it all evening but she didn't care, it had seemed like a guy place,

"If you want me to tell you everything you have to calm girls" she laughed trying to get serious again, the group calmed down hanging on her lips, she returned on the first morning, didn't know what to expect and how to dress, had done several photo shoots for dance magazines and in fashion but modeling for a painting was something new to her, she dressed comfortably, put shoes in her bag and took a taxi that strange man intrigued her, always waited for his roses when she was in town and never missed a show and now she could know him better, the night before at the bar she was struck by his kindness and shyness, she saw a beautiful pastry shop and motioned for the driver to stop and wait for her, didn't want to arrive empty-handed.. seemed rude to her, she was fascinated when he opened the bare door to her and wearing a color-covered suit, they ate like old friends and he took her to the study, was thrilled when saw the sketch that Stev and he had done by heart and had no trouble following his instructions, too bad that the light changed rapidly and she liked the game of looks between them but that was only the first of a series of mornings.

Her colleagues questioned and eventually gave up telling about the night just passed,

"Tasha how nice I am happy for you!" Fanny said enthusiastically, "Do you think him will join you soon?"

"I hope so, he has some work to do here, neither of them had a relationship scheduled but when I saw the painting collapsed last night and told him everything," she replied with a smile, "The tour has just begun. better to get engaged but I am in love and I will try to make things work, on the plane it does not take much to come and find him between one move and the other" it seemed that tried to convince herself more than her friends, her last relationship was shipwrecked as soon as his career exploded and he was afraid that this could happen again, was thinking about how to deal with things when they arrived at the airport, checked in and made herself comfortable near the window, picked up the phone and called Steve, she wanted to hear his reassuring voice before leaving, the hostess told her to turn off the phone they were about to take off, Natasha smiled, everything would be fine .. in one way or another.

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