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incoherentsobbing · 1 year

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Affection Ft. first year babies and Kyōki, my twst oc

This has been plaguing my mind for a while, so have this

Ace Trappola: He’s their little bitch boy

What gets him the kithies?

He himself is pretty physically affectionate, so it works out quite well with the two

Drapes himself over their back when they’re counting how much they earned this week, lays his head on their laps, hangs off their side

Yeah he’s like a kitten that simply won’t let you go, the asshole

It was glaringly obvious that Ace liked to be showered in love, so they did what any mother would do and absolutely smothered him in it

Hugs? Head pats? Getting his cheeks pinched? The worst baby names to ever exist????

Trust, they’ve got it all down

Calls him by their chosen name of Cenuora (means carrot, very affectionate)

He bites.

No, I will not be giving further comments on that.

He struggles a lot in school and getting passing grades, but he does try his best

And they know just how much effort he’s been putting in to get a good mark on his upcoming exam

Their study sessions are… something, that’s for sure :)

So when he came up to them with a hesitation he’s only shown on occasion, slowly handing them his paper with an 85% slapped on it (the highest he’s gotten so far)

They’re overjoyed

They take his face in their hands and give him little bunny kisses

You know that thing where you rub someone’s nose with yours??? That

Picking him up and spinning him around, they’re showering him with praises and forehead kisses too

“I knew you could do it! Awe look at my baby, growing up so quick~!”

He’s flustered, a pinkish glow on his cheeks, and a huge grin on his face as he hugged them back

He’s certainly gonna keep this up, and that’s a promise

Sometimes he doesn’t want any sort of touch, but wants to be near them, and they completely get it

They sit by him and read, while he stares off to space, revelling in how. Comfortable. This whole thing was

Deuce Spade: Resident mamas boy

Does he get kithies?

Sweet baby that has done no harm

Yes, he beat those students that were harassing him outside barely an hour ago, but that’s not the point here

One of the very first receivers of the mother’s affection (cuz he’s a good boy, obv)

He gets more kisses than Ace

He low-key brags about it to the other first years

Like look at him, he gets all giddy when they give him little pecks on his head, there’s no way he doesn’t sit there with THE brightest smile for DAYS

He’s usually there when they get back from work, so he gets dibs to sleep on the couch with them

They’re knocked tf out and he’s having the best time of his life

Grim is obviously gonna kick him in the face but that’s not the main focus

They’re. Large. To say the least. (Taller than Mal if you don’t count his horns)

So he feels a sense of security and overall comfort just being in their arms

He’s a sleep cuddler, ends up with his limbs tangled with theirs

As long as he doesn’t touch their hair in their sleep then they’re not complaining

He gets a lot of comfort kisses, in a way

Like he’s upset about not being a “good honour student” and they smack him upside the head and crush him in a hug

They’re not one for words, so he gets his face and head littered with kisses and his tears gently wiped away

And he’s staying in their embrace for who knows how long till he’s calmed down and ready to talk or just chill, it’s fully up to him what he wants

And if he ever needs help deciding? He’s got a “fuck it” kinda person right there to pick him up (literally) and drag him to their garage to take a ride around town on their bike (I forgot what motorcycles are in twst 💔)

Extra note that I deem important: They always style his hair when they get the chance. He’s got long hair, why wouldn’t they take the chance to play with it?

Jack Howl: Big boy, loveable boy, baby boy, fuckin’ simp

Ofc he gets kithies

Honestly, he took one look at them in the halls and determined that “oh yeah that’s my mom now.” And has been referring to them as such

Like bro showed up one night for dinner and they simply did not question it

How he got in, we’ll never fucking know

Earned the tittle good boy and he will never not smile like a baby each time they call him that

“Hm? Oh, there’s my good boy!”

Bro practically lives for that

Can and will throw hands if anyone says anything bad about them

Includes that crusty Housewarden of his :)

I do not like that smelly man.

Moving on.

He loves it when they clean his hair/fur, believe it or not

Will plonk himself down in-front of them with a brush in hand and stare at them with big hopeful puppy eyes till they drop whatever they’re doing to tend to his hair

Changes into his wolf form and all that just to jump on them when they’re sleeping

He does that in his beastman form too, just saying

He also likes putting his face in their hands

It just fits

Will sob if they scratch behind his hair

Has a habit of having his tail on them anytime he’s around

It’s just there

On their leg, arm, torso, anywhere

They don’t question that either

Him, Grim, and Sebek have arguments on who they should smell like for the day and they just

🙆🏾‍♀️ “chai what are there kids talking about” and leave

Has he gotten yelled at before? Yep.

Look. He’s cute nd all, but he walked into the house all muddy and they nearly died

He was just having fun, yes, but the damn rug they wrestled both Vil and Jade for???

He was not allowed in their home for a week.

Needless to say, he was devastated

Leona in all his stinky crusty glory had to drag a very sad Jack over to their dorm personally and ask what was going on and why his underclassman was at the dorm more often and crying now

Jack (and the rest of the first years) get a stern lecture on why the hell they shouldn’t step in their damn house with damned dirty selves and mess up the rug they ran two grown men’s fades for

Everyone gets a flick on the head after

And he’s been the cleanest mf since then

Not a speck of dust on his ass

Honestly kinda scary 💀

They’re kinda surprised but they give him his usual scratches behind the ear as usual

An extra kiss on the forehead if they’re tired and see the house fucking SHINING cuz Jack was there cleaning all day

Epel Felmier: The other bitch boy, just a tad bit more feral

Would he accept the kithies?

They’re both fuckin’ crazy.

Their his enabler, and he goes crazy

These two are a match made in hell for everyone but them

Vil cries himself to sleep every night knowing that Epel takes more lessons from them than his own Housewarden

Suck on my big fat man tiddies, Vil whatever your last name is

Epel loves when they do things together

Weather it be a walk or baking pie, he’s always down for some quality time

They’ve both got accents so it’s pretty comfy for them to just. Whip it out and fully understand what the other is saying despite how different they sound (Epel with his whole Yee-haw and Kyōki with their African mother talk)

He sees them as a role model

Like. They’re comfortable in their own skin, something he’s striving to achieve

And they’re more than happy to help

He likes going shopping with them as long as no one else joins in

Likes it when they carry him, and he’s gotten better at showing when he would like to be lifted from the floor and into their arms

He lowkey didn’t expect them to be anything more than some dude but ohohooo when they socked Vil out of his overblot? Views automatically changed

Will die if they feed him

He just likes little things, subtle ways of showing they care

And Kyō knows just how to handle situations like those

He also likes holding hands, surprisingly

If their hands aren’t occupied by either Grim or Ortho he’s sneaking in and grabbing them himself

Maybe it’s because of how big they are, or because of how unnaturally cold their hands are, ur he felt secure

Like no one could stop all this newfound happiness

Yknow the whole repunzel thing where she lets her hair down? Yeah these two parody it each time he has an etiquette lesson

He calls for his knight in shining armour and they stumble out the bushes with a dumb smile and use the worst voice acting possible to “persuade” him into taking a leap of faith out the window

They always catch him

Sebek Zigvolt: The family dog

Honestly, why does this mf get kithies?

Bro tried to yell at them first meeting

They gave him one look and this man shut down 💀

He's been following them ever since, thinks it's some sorta magic

They can't use magic.

There wasn't much warming up, he just kinda followed around and was like "oh wow this mf strong, better suck up to 'em"

Y'know, like how he did to Mal and Lilia

Look me in the eyes and tell me that's not how they met. You can't.

Say's THE weirdest shit. Ever.

I will not be listing examples.

Mix old ways of speaking with chronically online shit and add "Waka-sama" to it somewhere and I'm pretty sure you'll get it

At some point he just kinda. Started praising them the way he does to Mal

"MY KYŌKI IS THE SLAYEST"

blah blah blah, you get the picture

They're too tired to question it

He also bites.

Specifically their jaw and shoulder

How does this mf even GET there???

Guess we'll never know

He DEMANDS to be pet, and sometimes just takes their hand and puts it on his head

Needy lil bitch

I don't hate him, I swear

Sometimes he's a lil cute tho

Y'know when he's a little flustered and isn't his usual loud self?

That pretty much only happens if they give him a kiss on the nose

Or side-eye him, it works too

The former lasts longer, though

So when he's yelling a lil TOO much, they just pull him and give him a lil peck on the nose

And return to what they were doing previously because he's gonna be stunned for at least two hours :D

He probably starts being annoying on purpose 💀

Ortho Shroud: Little war criminal, baby <\3

ALL THE KITHIES IN THE WORLD

They love their robo son

Idia who? Nee-chan who?????

No that's his mom and mafia boss right there

Fuck his stinky, cheesy balled brother

I don't hate Idia either

They carry him a lot, despite him not needing to be lifted

Hugs hugs hugs

They found a way to style his hair and that's that

Very loveable omg

They're really calm with Him and Grim

Blatant Favoritism

What's there not to love about him???

He's a walking killing machine filled teddy bear of a child!

He enjoys turning his jets off and laying on them during the more quiet days

They deff commit arson

Idia cries himself to sleep every night knowing he's gotta bail his brother out of jail one day

Not really, these two have a streak of just not getting caught

Let's hope it lasts :)

He lovesss getting dolled up, so he raids their closet every now and then

Always with the tutu's

Can and will bust a bank with the prettiest pink dress on

I think their influence is a lil too strong

Grim: Best boy in the whole world, baby <\3

Kithies for DAYSSS

Baby.

Absolutely and completely

That's their first son

The first one they met before going on the carriage

Their one and only monster that shares his weird ass rocks with them to eat

He get's all their affection, hands down

Belly rubs, kisses, cuddles, anything, you name it

Get's so offended when they don't give him a hug

Like tf are you doing???

The one time they got too tired to pick him up when they got home, he cried and packed his little cartoon stick and handkerchief of a Tuna can and sadly walked out the house cuz he thought they disowned him

Abandonment issues go hard

Is ALWAYS on them

As long as they aren't at work, he's stuck on them like glue

In their hair, on their face, in their clothes, literally everywhere

They always have a little piece of grim in their braids and they don't know of they can even be mad

They're so gentle with him

He tried to bite their fingers off when they had to brush his teeth for the first time and they simply stared at him and left the bathroom

He came crying like those sad little babies

"D-do you not want me?"

NOOO BABY NOOOOO

HUUUUUUUGE soft spot for him

He bathes with them every once in a while, gotta not smell like shit somehow

He get's dressed up too (he loves it but still bitches about it)

Him and Ortho know they're the favourites and get away with so much shit

Extra note, Grim is about the length of their arm when he stands

Yes, Kyōki's massive

196.69 and quite muscular

Do with that information as you will

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parkjimin1010smuts · 3 years

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Breaking Point || Kth

Summary: Taehyung reveals just how he deals with his stress to his best friend y/n and late one night y/n reaches her breaking point and decides to put Taehyungs tactic to the test, but there is a slight problem she has no one to help her out, or does she?

Warnings: daddy kink, overstimulation, thigh riding, virgin reader, multiple orgasms, fingerings, unprotected sex (yalls stay safe out there though this is just a fanfic), dom tae, sub reader, pwp. Enjoy!!

An elbow nudging into the side of your ribcage pulled you back into the conscious realm. A slight gasp leaves your mouth as you jerked your head back up. Now who the hell thought it was the perfect moment to need your attention.

You gathered your surroundings haphazardly, a subtle frown settling upon your face as you realized just who it was, Kim Taehyung. “Morning princess, I almost thought you’d never wake up,” his velvety voice mocked.

Turning towards Taehyung, the frown on your face only deepened, a small sound of annoyance escaping you. With your eyes now in his direction you unintendedly began to check him out. The cluster of blonde hair that was normally nestled peacefully was a disheveled mess exposing his forehead. His plump cheeks were pushed up due to the goofy grin he had plastered on his face nearly concealing his chocolate brown eyes that were now mere crescent moons. I had to admit he had a very attractive smile, reminiscent of a box.

His body was clad in a pair of black slacks that clung beautifully against his muscular thighs leaving very little to the imagination. His caramel chest peeked at me from the confines of the loose summer shirt he wore. I was brought back to reality when the view of his chest was suddenly obscured by the change in his position as he was now bent over packing his things. Releasing I heavy sigh I began to mirror his actions before throwing my bag over my shoulder and making a beeline straight to the double doors. In true Taehyung fashion he was right on my tail, trailing me like the faithful guard dog he pretends to be.

You and Taehyung have been best friends now for over 15 years, you both met in the early years of preschool and by the grace of the angels above you have not been separated ever since. Through thick and thin, trials and tribulations, Taehyung has been there every step of the way. Everything you have experienced so has he, that’s how close you two are and, in all honesty, you wouldn’t have it any other way with any other person.

This closeness however was more often than not met with questioning glances and needless two cent comments, most of them romance related. But Taehyung was always so quick to shut them down with a little more fervor and enthusiasm than you would deem necessary. It was clear to you that Taehyung simply had no interest in you romantically, and you understood. Who cared if you had a tini, tiny crush on him. Not you that’s for sure.

But I mean it was inevitable, the man who was now glued to you side in a steady march that matched your own was a literal god send. He was loyal, attractive and physically in shape. What more was there to ask for.

“What’s up with you lately, every time I see you you’re either lethargic or in one hell of a mood.” My best friend voiced before abruptly coming to a halt in front of his black pick up.

“Nothing I’ve just been up studying for finals and the stress Is finally getting to me I guess,” you say through clenched teeth. You really do feel like you're reaching your breaking point and seeing how well put together Taehyung just riles you up even further. Its really not fair, we are in the same course, the same exams, the same workloads and yet there he is basking in his ethereal beauty, fair skin with no signs of exertion. While you on the other hand are left to wallow in the deep dark bags that have taken residence beneath your forever dropping eyes. Don’t even get me started on the acne that picks the absolutely best moments to choose your face as their next canvas, please note the sarcasm.

Allowing your curiosity to surface you voice the question that has been eating at you for quite some time now, “How do you do it?” Taehyung shots a quick glance your way before reverting his attention back to the bustling road before us but the slight dip of his eyebrows was enough for you to know he wants you to elaborate.

With a deep breath you laid everything that had been forming a cluster in your mind out on the table for Taehyung to digest. When you was through with your mini rant session an eerie silence danced between you two for a good minute before Taehyung finally released a hearty chuckle. With his head thrown back and eyes closed from the intensity of his smile he was unable to see the way your face twisted in confusion.

“You think I’m ethereal?” Of course, that was the only thing his pea sized brain was able to pick. Suppressing all the swear words you had an indescribable urge to throw his way you simply rolled your eyes while sinking further into the leather car seat.

“I release my stress through other things.” He finally said after calming himself.

“Other things,” you said with a raise of my eyebrow.

“Yeah, other things, or more specifically sex.” your eyes grow tenfold as you choke on your saliva. Sex?! Should this really have been a surprise to you, I mean he’s young healthy and oh just look at him.

However it still does nothing to subside the slight blush you feel creeping up your neck as you avert your eyes to your lap. While he was indeed your best friend and things not discussed between the two of you were few and far between, one thing he never seemed to ask you about was your sex life. Not that there was much to ask about in the first place. You were a virgin, not entirely from lack of trying but still a virgin none the less.

“Oh,” that was the only logical response your mind could muster given the circumstances.

“Oh,” Taehyung retorted as he maneuvered the car to rest in his driveway. Choosing to remain silent you purse your lips into a thin line, you refuse to falter, even when he turns his body to allow his eyes to have unlimited access to scrutinize you with their chocolate depths. The car suddenly feels so hot or maybe that’s just your face which is now beet red.

“What’s with your reaction y/n,” Taehyung presses fully failing to read the room, or car in this situation.

You have never had any problems confiding in Taehyung but for some reason you feel embarrassed to mention that you're still in fact a 23 year old virgin, especially after he just shared details of his very thriving sex life.

The silence drags on for a good three minutes and knowing your best friend you know there is no way he will ever give in and so you cave. “I’m a virgin, okay. There, are you happy now,” you hastily say with an exasperated sigh. Choosing to save yourself from the snarky remarks you know are about to flow like a river from your best friend you hurriedly make your way out of the confines of his car. You mentally curse the universe as you see we are in fact parked outside his apartment complex and any thoughts you had of fleeing the scene are disintegrated in mere seconds. As if adding fuel to the flame the sound of the car door sounds as Taehyung makes his way out of his car and round to my side.

“Please save it, I’m really not in the mood for your bullshit right now,” you cut him off before he can even part his lips. “Hey what’s wrong with you. Did you seriously think I would judge you just because you chose to keep it locked up.” you simply avert your gaze as his words settled in your head.

“Hey look at me, your virginity is nothing to be ashamed of okay, I’m sorry if I made you feel that way, but you know me better than that. You know I would never shame you for anything so insignificant.” The tone of his voice was calm and collected and shame suddenly washed over you from the way you had jumped the gun. You never realised how your reaction could have been perceived, Taehyung was always so understanding and here you were assuming only the worst of him.

Deciding not to push the conversation any further you simply lowered your head in embarrassment before heaving a sigh. You've been doing that a lot lately. Being the attentive best friend that he is Taehyung was quick to pick up on my signals and thankfully refrained from pushing the topic any further. A silence soon settled between us before Taehyung laced his fingers around your own before leading you back to his car.

“I’m gonna take you home and you just get some rest okay,” The soft nature of his voice just made you feel worse while simultaneously lifting your mood.

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Yet again a frown had found its way onto your face as you stared at the clock that ticked away on your bedside table. It was just past 2am and yet the lights in your room were still on casting shadows over the immense paperwork clustered all over your bedsheets. Yet another sleepless night with your only companion being a cup of coffee made with three sugars and a gallon of stress.

Grabbing the cup of steaming goodness you throw your head back as you allow the bitter taste to maneuverer its way into your body with hopes of getting your systems back on high alert. You put down the coffee with a soft clang so it’s now adjacent to the ticking demon that serves as a constant reminder of how shit you have it right now.

Fighting the urge to scream you plunge face first into your numerous worksheets. This was it, you had finally reached your breaking point, the tears that stung the corners of your eyes served as confirmation.

Just as you were about to succumb to the severity of it all and just allow yourself to scream and cry to your hearts content a certain blonde haired box smiled adorning goof crossed your mind. Or more specifically a certain conversation shared between the two of you.

Sex.

You felt tingly sensations dance through your veins as the solution to all your problems was now just in front of you. However this feeling of euphoria was only short lived as not long after you realised there wasn’t a single person you could ask for help. Well there was that one guy you met during spring break, but your relationship came to a rocky end as he bumped heads with Taehyung over your relationship with him. He had accused you of slutting around with Taehyung and the man in question did not take lightly to his words. Lets just say his name is most definitely off the table, and so is my relief plan seeing as he is your only ex. Pathetic I know, no need to remind me.

You run your fingers across your laptop giving it a contemplative tap, while trying your hardest to push the most obvious solution to your problem to the back of your head. There was no way you could call him. Seriously, there was no plausible or conceivable scenario in which you went to your best friend, pleading for him to lend you his body to get off. You brought your hands to your face, a shriek of embarrassment escaping you at the mere idea.

This was the guy who had seen you at your worst, stumbling into your apartment with puke all over yourself when you were going through your hard liquor phase freshman year of college. There's no way he'd be interested in having sex with the girl he spent many nights holding her hair back as she hurled into her toilet.

No.

You couldn’t ask Taehyung to partake in such an activity with you. Absolutely not.

No way.

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The creaking of your apartment door sent you five feet into the air as the reality of the situation sinfully settled in your brain and the nerves were finally kicking in.

“Taehyung,” you whirled around to face him as his gaze zeroed in as you shifted your body from one foot to the other, a tendency you displayed whenever nervous. You couldn't fight down the heat that was creeping up your neck as he stepped into your apartment, eyeing you cautiously as he slipped off his shoes.

“Hey is anything wrong, you sounded really anxious on the phone.”

“What, me, I’m perfectly fine!” You responded forcibly, the enthusiasm in your voice misplaced, given the nature of the conversation.

Taehyung simply nodded back at you, not noticing the awkward timber of your words or otherwise not minding. "Well if nothings wrong why'd you call me over to your place at 2am?" He inquired, like the wonderfully kind best friend he was. You pressed your lips together.

"About that, do you remember how you said you use sex as an outlet for your stress in order to maintain a level head, well would you mind having sex with me as I’m a pathetic excuse of a human who has no one else to turn to for my sexual needs." Oh god, there was no way you could ask that. Taehyung was your best friend, and that would be too unbearably awkward. What the hell were you thinking?

“Well i wanted to watch the conjuring 3 again and I remembered that you hadn’t watched it yet so what better time than now?” You swallowed uneasily, a gesture that unfortunately didn’t go unnoticed by your best friend. Your eyes nearly fell out of your head as the man of the hour suddenly took a step towards you, his eyes unmoving on your face.

"What's wrong? Did something happen?" His tone was suddenly low and severe, eyes running all over your burning face as he searched for any physical ailment. There was something off about you, he realized. He wasn't sure what it was, but he could make out how your form was trembling, your eyes wide in panic.

“Do you want to have sex with me.” You reflexively shut your eyes as you allowed the weight if your words to hang heavy between the two of you it's only competitor being the unbearable silence that lingered in the air not long after. You could hear every inhale and exhale of the tall man that stood opposite you. Every passing second of silence made you regret your words and just as you were about to play it all of as a joke and retract your prior request a pair of soft lips pressed gently against your own stopping you right in your tracks.

Just as suddenly as it happened it came to an end. You could feel something stirring in your chest , the feeling of his lips on yours lingered, radiating heat like an old burn. You turned towards him and the look in his eyes nearly knocked the breath out of you, there was a dark sheen to them, one you had never seen. It was intimidating and attractive all the same, the fire in your belly igniting like never before. Before you could even think to stop yourself, you grabbed the collars of his shirt and pulled him down to you before taking his lips with your own.

In no time at all the kiss got heated as tongue and teeth were thrown into the mix. You feel his tongue explore the darkest depths of your mouth as you fight back the need for air. His tongue reluctantly leaves your mouth all before licking a stripe across my bottom lip before his teeth bite down on it, hard but not enough to draw blood. You let out a whimper as his teeth finally released your lip.

There was a shift in the room, Taehyung could sense it. He knew exactly what you wanted and fuck if he didn't want the same thing. His entire body was on edge, he could hear every heavy exhale you pushed past your parted lips. "You're a virgin." The whine that came from you in response was low. "I don't want this to be something you regret in the morning. I can't promise I'll be gentle." He licked his lips.

"Please, I just… just this once," Your words were soft and pleading, the sound of your thighs pressing together in search of relief filling Taehyungs ears. "I need you." He could see your hard nipples pressing against the thin material of your white shirt. They were distracting him, and thoughts of his hands cupping your breasts over your shirts, rubbing your cloth-covered nipple between his fingers, corrupted his mind. How easy it could've been for him to cave right then and there.

Your voice was small and dripping in submission. He felt like he was suffocating in the small space you called your living room. Fuck. He felt himself stiffen in his shorts. You were breathing heavily now, hands trembling as you fought the urge to throw yourself against Taehyung and bury your face into his neck. The mere thought of his skin against yours caused your whole body to shudder in want. When did you become like this. Your thoughts and actions almost made you seem unrecognisable but with the heat of the moment you couldn’t careless. You wanted this and how you wished Taehyung would stop being the gentleman he was and just fuck you already.

Taehyung was already heading towards you as he heeded his last warning, "Do you understand? I need to hear your answer."

“Oh god Taehyung just fuck me already!” you hurriedly said followed by a deep exhale.

Without wasting another second Taehyung plopped himself onto your mustard couch before pulling you onto him. The sudden movement caused you to straddle one of his meaty thighs which had you quivering as your pussy throbbed from the sudden stimulation. When you finally got comfortable you pulled the shirt over your head quickly, hands coming to fondle your own breasts, desperate for any skin contact.

You let out a cry as Taehyungs palms found the skin of your hips, urging you to grind against his thigh. You whined rocking back against his thigh. “Mm please Tae, I need your cock,” your own words surprised you.

"Hmm? You seem to be doing just fine without me, though." He cocked his head at you, hand coming up to smack the side of your thigh. A sharp moan fell from you, fingers tugging at your nipple as your hips sped up. Then, to your sweet relief, Taehyungs mouth found one of your breasts, taking no hesitation in pulling the hard bud into his mouth. You threw an arm over his shoulder, fingers floundering as they attempted to find anchorage on his sweat-soaked skin. Your other hand reached out to touch his abdomen, preening as his muscles flexed beneath your fingers.

He pulled away from your breast with a loud pop sound. Smirking up at you as your eyes began to flutter shut, he watched in amusement as your orgasm caught up with you quickly, a result of your heightened sensitivity and inexperience. He would have to teach you later how to refrain from Cumming so quickly.

"Fuck, oh god Taehyung" You cried into his shoulder, body jerking as you came unravelled. Taehyung couldn't help but let out a whine of his own, palming over his crotch as he watched you ride out your orgasm. Although he would never admit it the way his name fell from your lips like honey had his cock twitching in his now too tight jeans. " Taehyung, please." You panted once you had caught your breath, bringing your face up to his. “Fuck me" you managed to pant out without breaking eye contact. Thus lead to Taehyung unconsciously letting out a groan.

"Is that what my pretty girl wants? Want daddy to fill you up, sweetheart?" The intimate pet name escaping him before he could think otherwise. It should have been no surprise to you that Taehyung had a daddy kink. Nonetheless you could feel a new wave of wetness staining his jeans from the pet name, from daddy, right down to the way his thigh was still flexing underneath your heat. It was all too much, you could feel your senses going into over drive.

"Yes daddy, fuck. Fuck me deep and hard until I'm stuffed with your cum.” You breathed into his neck. Taehyung was going to fucking explode. Every damn word you spoke went straight to his groin, his painfully hard cock straining against his Jean’s fabric. And with that in mind, he flipped you over, pushing your legs up into your chest so that he could see your clenched cunt fully exposed for him.

“You don't have any idea what you fucking do to me, do you? I'm so fucking hard for you, and I haven't even felt that lovely pussy of yours." He growled, his fingers coming down to circle your entrance. You didn't even have time to contemplate a response before his fingers rolled over your sensitive bud. His fingers felt so different to yours – your jaw slack as a silent sob fell out, his light but quick motions sending your back arching. Wrapping a hand against his wrist, you groaned, the feeling nearly overwhelming but still too good to pull him away.

Taehyung cursed as your hand came down to rub against the his cock still retrained by his jeans, the small action just gentle enough to have his hips jerking into you. He felt painfully hard and he feared if you didn’t stop he would bust a load right in his pants. His skilful hands were soon lost to his belt as he hurriedly worked to get rid of the only clothing left separating your bodies. "Gonna make a mess of this wet little pussy, okay? Let me know if you want me to stop." Were Taehyungs final words as he pressed himself inside you, hand reaching over to take yours into his.

A cry left you, eyebrows furrowing together as your head fell back, leaving Taehyung breathing heavily through his nose, jaw tense as he fought back a growl. The urge to sink his teeth into your sweat glistened neck was too much to resist and so he bent down and began showering hickeys over the canvas that was your neck.

The stretch stung a bit but he was able to easily slide into you thanks to your prior orgasm and the help of his fingers. You felt full and content, it was such an overwhelming feeling that when he bottomed out and his groin came in contact with your clit you came for the second time.

Eyes rolling to the back of your head you let out a loud moan that had you hiding your face in embarrassment. You could feel the hot breath of Taehyung as he chuckled from his position nestled between your breasts. After deciding you had had enough time to get accustomed to his size Taehyung pulled out almost completely before sliding back into you. You let out a whine as he bottomed out inside you, watching as his expression changed into a lewd one with your walls clamping around his fat cock. "How's that, baby?" You could only moan in response, nails digging into his back as he began to rock himself into you, entirely obsessed with the way your body was readjusting itself as he moved inside you. It was like your body knew exactly what to do, despite the sensation being otherwise strange.

Your fingers found your clit immediately, knowing that this was exactly how you wanted to cum, dripping down the couch and stretched out around Taehyungs cock. "So big. Feels so good." You mumbled, your hair cascading around you as his pace quickened, fucking you hard and deep.

You let out an incoherent whimper, shuddering as Taehyungs thrusts into you deepened, spurred on by the way you continously moaned his name submissively. Your thighs felt wet and slick, the combined mixture of both yours and Taehyungs arousal dripping down onto them. You felt filthy and dirty and you were loving every second of it.

You could feel all your stress diminishing right before your eyes with every thrust of his hips. You felt elated, almost as though you were in another dimension, oh how you didn’t want this moment to come to an end. "My pretty little girl. You're making an absolute mess on my dick, isn't that right?"

"Yes, Daddy." You sobbed, body more than ready to succumb to your third orgasm of the night. "Such a good girl." He praised, a hand coming up to squeeze one of your supple tits. Your fingers found your abused clit once more. You circled around it liberally, the familiar euphoric feeling creeping up on you once more. "My sweet little girl. My precious girl." He cooed into your mouth, earning him an appreciative moan.

He was so close, fuck. “Cum in me daddy, I want you to come in me,” you whimpered desperately all in hopes of finally pushing him over the edge. And it seemed to have done the trick because with a final thrust he nestled himself deep within your warmth, a string of groans and curses tumbling out his mouth as he emptied his load into you. His release was the final push you needed to reach your most intense orgasm of the night. You shamelessly screamed as your back arched off the sofa and your body writhed in overstimulation.

"Fuck, fuck. I love you, holy shit, I love you." He peppered your face with kisses, breath shaky. Whether he let that slip due to the heat of the moment or whether those were his genuine feelings he had kept bottled up within him much like you, you chose to just revel in the moment stress free. "I love you more." You sighed adoringly, revelling in such an intimate gesture from him.

Thank you so much for reading 💜

#bts #bts taehyung #taehyung smut #kpop smut #hot daddy #oneshots

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sxfik · 3 years

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han seo headcanons (part 4)

writing this is cathartic tbh. of course, i always write on the days i have an exam to prep for (aka my lit exam tmrw thats technically today)!! we make good life decisions here at clown nation <3

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the first time they competed, vincenzo was away on his buisness trip to italy. he had some loose ends to tie up after his little contract and getting paulo off the helm of the mafia.

which meant that jipuragi was particularly empty without the italian-korean's presence. no one to give han seo a pat on his back. no one to look over cha-young's shoulder.

they all felt it hard, as if the firm had a huge hole where vincenzo is supposed to be

han seo felt himself looking at his desk every single time he passed by it. the first day was more jarring than the rest, he had gotten used to vincenzo's presence in his life.

it was a particularly late friday night at jipuragi. han seo lugged into the firm a gigantic stack of contracts and internal documents about babel so the laywers and him can go through each one. cha-young had to carry both her and vincenzo's load for that week with vincenzo in italy.

they were stressed and tired and had a million paper cuts from sorting through each pile of documents. all three of them were working quietly, the silence comfortable, save for the sounds of russling paper and pens scratching across notepads

"alright, i'm off for the night. i have a airplane competition tomorrow morning and i need jason to fly far for me so i can finally win that 500 dollar prize. goodnight byeonosanim, mr. jang" the paralegal said as he put on his satchel and took out his cycle. he waved his goodbyes as the he left, leaving han seo and cha-young in the office by themselves.

they had only known each other for two weeks, really. han seo always met his hyung vincenzo over drinks or over at his house. he only ever saw the pretty lawyer from a distance, usually when taking note of how his hyung vincenzo dotes over her just so he can tease him about her

and use her to distract his hyung

it always works

cha-young didn't know much about the young ceo, despite meeting him a couple times from her time at wusang. part of her never wanted to trust him, even though he had proven himself and his loyalty to vincenzo, because in the world she lived in, everyone could betray the other at any time

but his presence in the office was comforting to her. he had come in, dressed like an 80s disco star and all asking if he could join the team, and somehow, he stuck with her.

something in her wanted to trust him. he seemed unassuming and loyal to the core, especially to vincenzo. the way he always walked into the firm grinning, visiting the plaza residents. he had an energy about him that reminded him of a younger sibling she's always wanted

but she was burned once with prosecutor jung and she's learned her lesson so it was time for the ultimate test

"are you hungry?" she asked, shuffling through her papers one last time before standing up, and putting the stacks back into their file system

han seo was startled for a second, his head buried deep with in the papers, the words almost swimming together with the amount of times he had to look through these contracts

for a second, he thought she was speaking to vincenzo, not himself before he remembered that vincenzo wasn't here this week

"Oh yes, byeonosanim. Would you like to order something or..?" he'd replied as he stood up from his seat, giving his legs a strech. he had forgotten just how tired he was until she asked him, his body feeling the effects of running the company and being at jipuragi

"Yeah, we can. I have the perfect restaurant to get some food from! they're always open late too so it's really convenient" she quipped back, her back facing him as she started putting all the contracts back into place and started pulling out new ones to look over

he followed suit, clearing up the table he was working on and moving to the paralegal’s desk.

even though his work was often hard for him to understand, the legal and formal language needing multiple reads, he felt refreshed each time he came to the plaza

he'd established a daily routine here, going to check on the hee-soo at the snack bar, visiting the pawnshop

he's quite good with his hands. he'd always known he had a knack for taking things apart and fixing them, which especially helped at the pawnshop when college students and older families would come by with broken tablets and gadgets.

even though he was rich, barely anything was spent on him when his dad was alive. every single new outfit or toy always went to han-seok, where as he was stuck with the ragged hand me downs, and old toys.

so when he had gotten his first phone, and broken the keypad, (because han seok threw it across the room when he got angry that he had the same model as his illegitimate brother) he understood it was up to him to figure it out.

he was always good at taking things apart, from all his toy cars to majority of the gadgets and clocks he had in his house.

(there was a day, when he was younger, that he took apart han seok's toy car. the next school day he walked around with gloves, trying to forget about how his cuts hurt as he curled his fingers around a pencil)

taking things apart and then putting them back together the same way was somehow natural to him. but of course, none of that mattered since he couldn't score well enough on his exams to get past the courses he needed to into engineering. plus, he could imagine the sneer on his father's face if he told him what path he was considering...

for most of his life, he'd felt useless compared to his brother. he was never the quick-witted boy at school, failing his english courses and having to go to cram schools and tutoring sessions just to pass by.

he hated going to school everyday, having the teachers shame him for not being as smart as his brother, not being as charismatic or as smooth talking

the exam days were always the worst. looking at the exam sheet, his palms sweaty and his throat tight as he looked at the questions

the doubt was overwhelming. the pressure made him sweat and freeze up even though he knew the problems.

the kids at his schools always seemed to prefer han seok, for some weird reason, when to him he's always been the menace in his life.

han seok was the one to head the company. the one he can't measure up to in front of his father. the one to push the family forward. every bit of praise, every second of attention, it all went to han seok.

han seo was the mistake. the one who always fucked it up. the one who seemed to mess up his brother's plans.

his brother seemed to take it upon himself to remind him that he wasn't meant to be alive. and their father, believing it to be good for han seo, would force him to be tutored by han seok every day.

his brother had a field day with it, finding the most creative ways to abuse and torture him

of course, he's not allowed to say a word about it.

at first, working at jipuragi was anxiety inducing, sweat drenching his shirt each time he brought a document he thought useful to vincenzo, his throat closing up imagining the consequences of fucking up

he knew deep down, that vincenzo wasn't like his brother, he will not hurt him, he will not kill him

but the anxiety and panic are second nature to him

his eyes were glued to his shoes after he handed it over to vincenzo.

vincenzo paused, looking over the document with scrutiny. and his body was automatically bracing for a slap, a punch. at the very least a snide remark or a sneer.

instead he looked up at han seo, nodding, and told him "this is very useful. thank you."

thank you.

thank you. he blinked.

the words echoed in his head as he replayed them back over and over. thank you. in all his years working, no one had said thank you. no words of appreciation were ever dealt for doing his job. for doing something right.

unable to think of a reply, he walked back to his desk and sat down, the shock overwhelming him before he got his mind working again

although it took him double the time to go through the contracts than it did vincenzo or cha-young, he was never berated. there was never a comment about how slow he was, how he wasn't cut out for this, only appriciative glances and words when he did well

and when he didn't, they corrected him, gently. never maliciously, never taunting, always gentle.

and for the first time, he could breathe

the time passed by quickly as they both continued working in silence, han seo finishing up half a stack before the doorbell rang.

"i'll get it! ceo jang, can you set the table up?" cha-young looked toward as she went to grab the food from the delivery man

"yes, byeonosanim" he replied as he went to grab some disposable plates and wooden chopsticks from the cabinet

he set everything out just in time for the lawyer to set the food down. he squinted at the bowls she pulled out, the bright red liquid a stark contrast to the white containers.

"uh, byeonosanim, what is that?"

"hm? oh it's fire noodles. you don't mind spice do you, han seo?" she quirked her eyebrow at him, her voice sickly sweet

and he grinned at her and that was enough of an answer: it was showdown time.

so there he was, sitting across from cha-young, the container of red chili oil central to both of them. both of their suit coats were off, lest they start literally heating up.

oh, and if either of them reach for their water: they're out.

for about 10 seconds, they stared at each other, trying to psych each other out, before his phone timer counted down.

....3, 2, 1 and they were off!

both of them grabbed their chopsticks and spoons and ate two large bites and drank the broth before angling for one spoon full of chili oil into their noodles.

and on they went in this cycle, eating a bite and drinking broth, and pouring chili oil in after each cycle.

3 pours in, and they were still doing good, neither of them showing any signs of redness

6 pours in and his tongue was swollen, her eyes watery, their broth bright red

7 pours in and .... was it just him or was the room getting hotter?

8 and you could see the sweat dripping the lawyer's forehead, the sniffles of the lawyer getting louder and louder. meanwhile he was panting, trying to increase the circulation into his mouth

9 and their arms meet across the table, inches from the chili oil. their eyes lock, their faces bright red and the pain of his tongue unbearable

his eyes are squinted (from his eyes burning or from concentration, we'll never know) and the lawyer is making faces, trying to get him to give in

"it'll" *huff* "be easier" *huff* "if you give in now" *huff*

he laughed back, in response. "and let you win? no way. I'M getting that paper crown"

their eyes both glance at the flimsy, blue paper crown set upon it's carrier, a stack of contracts

she scoffed back (and almost choked) "absolutely not"

they stare each other down as they pour more in and go for another round

they swallow and in that second, cha-young made a fatal mistake

she breathed in the fumes. and coughed. and grabbed the water before she could think about it.

"AHAHA I WIN!!" he yelled out, the chair flying back as he jumped up, the layer of sweat easing up when he grabbed the bottle of water and chugged the whole thing down

the lawyer on the other hand, was slumped in the seat, taking the opportunity to also chug the water.

for around 10 seconds all they did was pant, getting their bodies back into a normal pace before cha-young spoke up

"fine i guess you win, have a great night!" she jabbered out quickly but he knew what she was trying to do

"nuh uh, nope, you're not getting out of this. we agreed! loser has to crown the winner." he grinned at her, his eyes completely closed as his happiness shone through

sighing, the lawyer grabbed the crown from it's holy pedastal and stomped over.

"tun ta da da !!! all hail king han seo, destroyer of spice, the unyielding one" she sang out, her voice deeper as traces of laughter tinted her voice

she placed the crown upon his name and bowed, "may he reign forever" and looked up and shot him a wink "at least, until i win next time"

he struck a superman pose, and puffed his chest out, before both of them crumbled into laughter, cha-young dramatic one ringing above his cackling

"we should do this again please, noona!" he wheezed out, his stomach hurting from laughter.

but it was only his ringing out, as hers cut out sharply.

"noona?"

he paused as his head whipped around to the lawyer, her head tilted as she looked at him

did i say that? i swear i called her byeonosanim... and he replayed the moment.

fuck.

"ah, i'm so sorry hong cha young byeonosanim, i overstepped, i apologize," he bowed in apology to her.

"do you call vincenzo byeonosanim hyung?"

"huh?" he looked up at her in confusion, "uh, yeah i do call him hyung. why?"

"you can call me noona then." she quipped back and for a second, he stared at her. wait what?

she clapped his back, and he choked on his spit, the clap knocking the air out of him "relax. you passed the test han-seo. i've always wanted a younger brother, you know? you can call me noona. as long as you remember your manners, that is," shooting him a wink

he glanced at her, before breaking out into the biggest grin, his gums peaking out.

"okay... cha-young noona!" he giggled, as they took their seats.

she grinned back, settling in.

"ah, you know noona, he said the same thing as you"

"huh?" she squinted back

"vin hyung! he said the same 'you better mind your manners'" han seo laughed as he mocked the korean-italian mafia's voice

"you know, that impression is spot on!" she laughed as he continued the voice, adding in the classic hand gestures, until both of them broke into laughter.

for some reason, both of them were instantly comfortable with one another.

for han seo, laughing with cha-young, trading insults and teasing felt warm, it felt like he'd found a best friend (a best friend who once upon a time he almost maimed by sending thugs after her, but she swore to him that all is forgiven) they had similar humor, similar tastes, similar personalities

for cha-young, he felt like a partner in crime. not like the way vincenzo her partner in life in crime, but in the way that they were both pranksters, both with similar personalities and bright humor

it felt like finding a sibling, a person to commit crimes with, a person to clown together with

"you know, noona, is vin hyung..." he paused mid-sentence, contemplating if he could ask this.

"go on, han seo" cha-young encouraged him, one hand bringing the bottle of water to her mouth

"is he your boyfriend?" he rushed out the words and—

he was sprayed in the face.

cha-young was sputtering as the water dripped off his face, and his eyes shut as he wiped off the excess

"yah, why would you even ask that?" she scoffed out refusing to meet his eyes, but he could see the red tint creeping up on her neck and her cheeks

he shot her a look.

"yeah, yeah okay. he and i are... partners"

"oh." he quipped back, a sinister smile slowly spreading across his face

"no, no, no" she shook her at him, "i do not have a crush on him"

he raised an eyebrow back "who said anything about a crush hm, noona?"

she froze and he knew he'd have next weeks entertainment sorted

"you know maybe i'll take back that younger brother thing if this is how it's like" she taunted, but he didn't feel any hurt. instead her teasing just made his heart soar, her teasing somehow a comfort

"oh, we're just getting started!" he quipped back, as they cleaned up for the night, continuing their conversation as they restored the firm back to order.

"i've noticed you going to the pawnshop a lot recently" she noted, as she grabbed a stack of contracts to put back into the filing cabinet

"ahh, yeah i've been helping them out. they're having a baby you know and it must be hard on both of them to run the shop" he responded as he stacked another set of contracts together, clearing Mr. Nam's desk

"you should do it."

"what?"

"study electronics. or at least continue working for the pawnshop."

he stared at her.

how did she know? for someone so bright and busy he didn't expect her to be so observant to him.

"oh please, like it's hard to notice. i've seen the way you always seem to be happier as you pass by the pawnshop. when i popped in during lunch, i saw you, hunched over the tablet. it's the happiest i've seen you look."

"oh." he grew quiet "it's a little too late, don't you think noona? for me to even consider that? i'd be a little foolish to follow that"

she sighed and turned to him, grabbing the stack from his arms. "let me tell you a story han seo. i'm 34 years old and a lawyer and don't get me wrong, i love doing this. but when i was little my dream was always to sing. but for years, i pushed it back, thinking i could never do it."

she stuffed the papers to the back corner, somehow managing to stuff it in and turned back to him.

"so, noona? did you do it?"

"patience. a couple weeks after my final exam for law school, i said why the hell not. and now i've been taking lessons one and off for years!"

"you should give a demo!! sing for us"

"oh, please i couldn't possibly do it" she tucked her hair back, looking bashful.

"ple-" he barely got the words out.

"oh of course, if you insist!" she grabbed the empty water bottle and climbed on her stool, the makeshift stage for the night

"noona! noona!!" han seo cheered her on as she stood up. she cleared her throat, moving her head to the side and warming up

and she opened her mouth.

and sang.

if you could call that singing.

what came out was more of a series of tone-deaf screeches, making him wince but mask his face with a smile, trying to solider through the pain.

he clapped as SOON as she finished the last note, his ears grateful for the break. she took a flourished bow as she jumped off the stool

"how was it?"

"noona, that was amazing!" he lied, trying his best to stop the ringing in his ears.

she smacked him with her water bottle "yah! you liar! i'm god awful" she made one of her classic faces.

"you know??? and you made me endure that???" he touched his ears. he expected to see blood but luckily the damage wasn't too bad

"YAH!" she smacked him again. "you brat, the point isn't that i'm good or not."

"then what is?" his eyebrows furrowed as he looked in confusion.

if you're not good at it then what really is the point? why should i keep trying?

"the point is that i'm happy. it doesn't matter how good you are at something for you to consider it an interest, as long as it makes you happy."

he paused. no one had ever said that before. to do what makes him happy. not what made his father or his brother happy. everyone's advice all his life was to stick to what you're good at and that there isn't a point in trying if you aren't good from the beginning.

"look i'm terrible at singing. but i know that if i had never pursued it, i would have grown old and regretted it. so what if i am bad! at least i got to do it while i'm alive! give electronics a shot, han seo."

han seo bit his lip slightly. and he nodded.

he was going to give it a shot.

"good! now lets get this cleaned up and go home!" she sashayed off to her desk, grabbing the last of her stuff before they left the firm.

the next week, when vincenzo was back from italy, he had expected to find the firm just like he left it. what he didn't expect was his girlfriend wife partner and brother han seo, one sprawled on the couch and the other on the floor, piles of blankets and what looked like a mic and SEVERAL bottles of sujo scattered across the table.

they were both in matching pajama sets, and snoring very loudly. he shuffled over to his desk where a note that looked like it was written in crayon was left

and it said

"dear vin hyung: noona and i were having a sleepover last night. i made sure she was extra safe and did not do anything overly amitious (like call you in the middle of the night to ask you if you had to leave) if you are seeing the mess that we probably made, please excuse it. i will clean it up as soon as i can. grazie!

p.s. you should ask noona out sometime, i have it in good word that she might be interested ;)

to be continued...

a/n: let this be a fic reminding you that if you are passionate about something, pursue it! our world conditions us to believe that you have to be good at something in order to be able to do it but that's absolute bs. please give your younger and future selves a chance by taking up something you've always wanted to do <3

#mine #vincenzo #vincenzo cassano #chayenzo #hong cha young #song joong ki #tvn vincenzo #jeon yeo been #vincenzo x cha young #han seo supramacy #jang han seo #canon divergence #kwak dong yeon #jang han seok #ok taecyeon

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pochapal · 3 years

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rank every year of the 2010s from best to worst i want some pochapal lore

[warning for discussion of my fucked up mental health and my myriad traumas. we’re really opening the pandora’s box here gang]

ok time for me to overshare on the internet again! super long post because i can’t shut up and you asked for it. anyway, by objective ranking:

#1: 2012 - halcyon era, my personal peak. spent the whole year writing hunger games oc fics with my deviantart fanfiction besties whom i still think about all the time and always hope are having the best possible day. if you were here for this era understand i still hold you so closely and dearly in my heart <3.

#2: 2013 - god i was such a good example of a human being back then. was the year my writing like actually took off and i had a healthy balance between creative stuff and a social life (said social life consisting of spending lunchtimes at school breaking into classrooms and discussing fandom shit with five other people. reading homestuck updates in the music room on one person’s really shaky mobile data...legendary). highlight of the year and maybe my life was in the april of 2013 when i got out of failing to submit a hard deadline essay by telling my english teacher i wrote a whole novel over the two week break and then producing said novel. god i wish i had that level of like. fucking confidence back me back then knew what i wanted and how to get it.

#3: 2010 - the last year of childhood. i was 12 and played pokemon all the time with my friends and went places and had a moderately successful youtube channel and it didn’t matter that i was bullied so badly at school because i was basically high off life. summer of 2010 was so good specifically. i’d used to get the bus with a friend and go see movies and break into historical sites and get into normal childhood mayhem and maxed out my pokewalkers twice a month and i was buzzed because i had two (2) whole friendship groups to choose from and that was such a huge deal to me the terminal social outcast. it was so simple and carefree and even though everything and everyone involved in this era grew up to suck except for one specific person i kinda really miss it.

#4: 2018 - this was the first year i wasn’t depressed to the point of nonfunctioning. it was 20gayteen, i was on antidepressants, i was as close to thriving as i got at uni (going into town with people once a week, attending art and culture events, getting good grades across the board), i started to write for fun again, i got my cat whom i love dearly, i was exhibited in my uni’s city’s literature festival, GOD i actually nearly attended a pride event that year can you imagine. this year was basically my life’s second peak. miss getting the 8am train and daintily sipping on a cherry coke to keep me from passing out. wish this time could have lasted longer.

#5: 2019 - kinda absolute middle of the road year not for lack of anything happening but because the overwhelming amount of good and bad things cancelled each other out. so like there’s the fact that i was at the top of my uni game this year, was basically making the first steps into a professional writing career (covid i will never forgive you for killing all that dead </3), finally saved up enough to buy myself a gaming pc, and the summer after the homestuck epilogues, but equally 2019 was the start of the Pochapal Gender Fiasco which is by far the most horrible thing i am still currently undergoing and i burnt myself out mentally about halfway through the year (being stuck overnight in a hospital for a panic attack absolutely horrible horrible irredeemable) and then got like super death plague flu that i was sick with for three months (literally recovered less than a month before rona hit. god’s cruel karma.). so like...it kind of averaged out? the good shit was good but not as great as other years and the bad shit was awful but nowhere near as terrible as it could have been. gotta give a shoutout to 90% of my current mutual cohort for following me in 2019...omelette route gang make some noise !!

#6: 2014 - oof. this year essentially marked the start of a four year long downward mental health spiral because everything fell into awful alignment. i’d just turned 16, finished secondary school, had all my friends up and ditch me at once, was home alone for a whole summer, and was hit with Sudden Intense Body Image Issues that i couldn’t explain until uh. after very recent developments lmao. this one goes out to the me of july 2014 who did nothing but lay in bed and listen to the same two marina albums on a loop because fuck i’m attracted to men and also my facial and body hair are really starting to come in and if i think about this for too long i will literally kill myself because oh god i can’t handle getting older which is clearly and definitely the issue going on here. my brain fucking broke super hardcore and it’s a miracle that an overeating disorder was like the worst thing i walked away with.

#7: 2015 - downward spiral year two!! i was so volatile this year it was such a mess. i was totally socially isolated after a brief stint of falling in with a group of people at the start of my first year of sixth form until january where in quick succession a) it turned out every single one of these people was friends with the person who sexually assaulted me whom i obviously had a lot of complicated feelings towards and b) baby’s first crush came out as bisexual but in the “women and also trans women” kind of way which tore me up so terribly in ways i couldn’t begin to understand. no words for the experience of seeing a girl kiss a boy and crying so hard at night you threw up because you could never be her no matter how much you wanted it. actually kinda get the sense what was going on there was bigger than just some crush lmao. then after that i was so mentally ill i basically attended school less than half the time and it was the only year in my life i failed my exams. i ended up having to resit my entire set of first year a level exams because jesus christ was i in such a bad way it was a miracle i even showed up to them. all i did was either have anxiety attacks or enter bedbound depressive slumps for weeks at a time. but it’s okay because it gets worse.

#8: 2016 - downward spiral act iii: the spiralling. prefacing this by saying that i actually had two whole good months (april - may) in that i was functioning enough to do my exams and finish school with decent grades. the rest was super extra mega terrible. my school attendance for year 13 dipped below 65% and literally the only thing that kept me from being kicked out was the fact that i was naturally smart at the subjects i took and also because the school would have a lot to answer for after letting me get to that state despite having a hefty file on how damaged i was. keep in mind every single part of this was fully untreated btw - i was just floundering around and letting it all fester. i spent three solid weeks going to school but locking myself in the bathroom all day every day and having mental health episodes then going home like nothing else happened only to continue the breakdown that night. then things got kicked into fucked up overdrive when i moved out to uni and was cut off from what little support structures i did have. it was so bad all i did was cry all the time and never went anywhere to the point where three separate sources recommended me to the wellbeing and crisis counselling service that i stopped going to after two sessions because i was fucked up in ways cbt techniques could not even touch. at least i tried to make an effort for the first two months of uni which like. good for me?

#9: 2017 - what lieth at the base of the spiral. helltrench year. i was at literal rock bottom. i stopped going to class, i didn’t hand in a single piece of work. i lied to my parents and would book trains each day only to go back to my student flat and sit there and contemplate suicide. like i would just slump on the floor in a catatonic state and vividly contemplate one of four or so ways i could end my own life. i only didn’t because i wanted to wait until the summer to collect my last student loan and transfer it to my parents as an apology for my death which obviously didn’t end up happening. honestly i can’t remember much of the first half of 2017 that’s how bad it was. i remember taking a gender studies class and the teacher made it Weird that i was the Only Male Student in the room and then she sent me a scolding email after i walked out halfway through a class and never returned. apparently i got into a lot of online discourse in this year but i don’t remember anything other than being put on a blocklist by the milkfic author over ace discourse which is funny if you have the context. mostly i just baited terfs and weirdo freaks to get them to say horrible things to me as what i guess amounts to some kind of digital self harm. anyway breaking point came in late august when i got kicked out of university and then nobody could ignore it any more so there was no choice left but for me to seek out help and recover enough to function which luckily i did. i really Do Not remember 2017. you could tell me anything about that year and i’d probably believe you.

#10: 2011 - extra circle of hell for this little fucked up gem of a year. on the surface it wasn’t actually that terrible, until the Summer 2011 Domino Effect Of Bad Shit. up until like may/june it was a pretty all right year! i was 13 and had a surprisingly successful youtube channel uploading pokemon soundfont remixes to an audience of i think ~350-400 subscribers at my peak? anyway then i got hit with the early summer triple combo of childhood friends moving away, cute and quirky sexual assault at the hands of a person in my friend group, and then having some Really Great and Super Appropriate interactions with adults on deviantart. like obviously there’s the actual ptsd-inducing event which totally disrupted and killed the person i was right up until that moment and reshaped every facet of my life for better or worse (there’s an alternate timeline where that didn’t happen and i got into electronic music and/or coding instead) but really it’s the events that followed in its wake which were kind of more fucked up. so like all of a sudden i was super aware of my body and me growing my hair out and being mistaken for a girl in class suddenly became this Less Innocent thing and i ended up spending hours overnight going to transgender questioning forums and looking up hrt timeline videos and having the wikipedia article on tracheal shaving saved because it was a life raft to me whose voice was imminently gonna deepen and i was simultaneously reeling with constant trauma flashbacks and the whole thing was so so fucked up. then i was on deviantart and i don’t remember exactly how but a small group of furry guys ten to fifteen years older than me started messaging me and encouraging and requesting me to produce nonsexual fetish stuff for them and talking to me about stuff like if i’d ever thought about growing up to be gay and i didn’t think anything of it for a long while because they called me a very talented writer and it felt so good to have someone be nice to me after being so alone and isolated for months on end. anyway the only reason i got out of that before it got bad was because they invited me to one of the big furry sites and i was weirded out because i thought it was a porn site and thinking about sexual stuff was a huge trauma trigger so i just ended up blocking them all and pretending like it didn’t happen. at the time half this shit didn’t bother me but in retrospect holy fuck 2011 was such a damaging year. to think if like three events didn’t happen i wouldn’t be the fucked up mess you see before you today.

god fuck this turned out super long but i’m not apologising because this was a therapeutic exercise for me and also constitutes as one of the biggest pochapal lore dumps of all time. come get your food or whatever.

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Three’s Company (Sweet Pea x Reader; Fangs Fogarty x Reader)

Summary: Sweet Pea has always enjoyed being watched when he gets intimate, but lately he's been wondering what it would be like to do the watching, and so, in the depths of the university library, he watches you have sex with Fangs Fogarty.

Word count: 5.1K+

WARNINGS: SMUT, 18+ only.

Author’s note: This was written for @riverdale-events‘ Kink Week 2019, under Theme Three (Across the Universe (of Paraphilias)). Enjoy!

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The university library was quiet and cold, the stark overhead lights enough to give anyone a headache, let alone if they were hours deep in Shakespeare exam revision like you were. Your head was pounding, and as you looked longingly at your three empty coffee cups that adorned the table you were working at with Fangs, you realised the caffeine probably hadn’t helped your throbbing head.

It was late December, and with most students having left to return home for Christmas, you felt like one of the only students still slogging it out ready for your exams when you returned to your studies after the new year rolled in, and you were grateful that Sweet Pea and Fangs had agreed to stay for the extra few days before taking the long drive back to Riverdale with you.

You glanced across the table and caught Fangs’ eyes- he looked just as miserable as you did as he sat with his head against the headrest of his seat, staring at the ceiling. It was getting close to 11pm, and you’d been here since the late morning, telling yourselves that if you worked that bit harder, you could take more time off over Christmas and not feel guilty.

Fangs wasn’t himself after a long day at the library; he had faint dark circles under his eyes and his hair wasn’t styled in its usual quiff, but instead it sat messily across his forehead from running his hand through it in frustration.

You eyed Fangs carefully for a few more moments before slouching back into your seat with a loud sigh.

“You giving up too?” He asked from across the table, tearing his attention away from the ceiling towards your dishevelled form. You nodded reluctantly, pursing your lips together in response, shifting in your seat so that you could lean forward against the table on your elbows. Usually you’d be the two pushing each other to carry on, but right now both of you had resigned yourself to being done for the night. “Good, because I feel like an earthworm and there’s only so much longer I can spend looking at your ugly ass and this textbook before I go certifiably insane.”

You laughed from your chest, flicking your middle finger up at Fangs with a grin. “You wanna know something?” You asked, not caring whether your study partner would say yes or no, having the full intention of telling him anyway. “Firstly, you’re a dickhead. Secondly, this system is complete bullshit. We sit in classes for hours and spend even longer doing homework and making stupid notes on why Juliet is the sun, amongst other shit, for there to be literally no guarantee of a job. To be honest, I played myself, because they say that university ‘opens doors’, but the only damn doors I’m knocking at are all locked.”

Fangs looked at you profoundly, a smile playing at the ends of his lips as you groaned and slumped further against the table. “You need to get laid,” he mused, tidying up his notes and closing his textbook. “Speaking of getting laid, where’s Sweet Pea? Has he decided to ditch us already in search of a better life outside of the library?”

“He’s slacking, clearly,” you laughed with a shrug. “But he did text me half an hour ago saying he was on his way.”

“30 minutes ago?” Fangs asked confusedly, his voice booming in the silence that you’d been sat in. “You can literally see the library from your house, is he lost? Maybe all this studying has killed the last of his brain cells.”

“No, I’m not lost, you asshole,” Sweet Pea replied, appearing between the stacks of books with three coffee cups balanced precariously in his hands. “But maybe I’ll keep your coffee for myself now- I need it to replenish all these brain cells I’ve lost listening to your dumbassery.”

“I take it all back,” Fangs grinned, reaching out for his coffee which Sweet Pea pulled just out of his grasp. “Your brain is not completely dead, and there may be some hope left for you. Now, give me my coffee.”

Sweet Pea ducked, placing soft kiss to your forehead before handing you a warm take-away coffee cup. “A hot chocolate for you, because you clearly don’t need any more caffeine, angel,” he nodded towards the ornamental coffee cups with a playful smile. “And Fangs, you’re lucky that this coffee isn’t a gesture of good will, but is in fact a bribe, because I need help with my Macbeth essay.”

Fangs grabbed his coffee, taking a sip and exhaling a satisfied sigh at the taste. Sweet Pea had gone to the good coffee shop a few blocks in the opposite direction from campus, which explained why he was late.

“As much as I’d love to help as a thank you for this, I’ve mentally checked out for the night. I will help you tomorrow though,” Fangs smiled, clutching his coffee a little tighter. “But for now, I don’t want to hear any more talk about education, it’s making my brain ache even more and I want to enjoy this beautiful drink without being reminded of the guilt I’m ignoring about not studying right now.”

“You know, I might just drop out and sell pictures of my feet online,” you mused, sipping from your hot chocolate which was still impressively warm considering the distance Sweet Pea had travelled with it. “Or I’ll start a career on Porn Hub. Porn must be easier than this, and at least I’d have an actual job.”

Fangs snorted into his coffee, whilst Sweet Pea cocked an eyebrow, eyeing you over the brim of his cup with a dark look you knew all too well. “If you ever, and I mean ever, need someone to star in your videos as ‘young stud with a girthy cock’, I’m your man.”

Fangs’ widened eyes flicked between the two of you with a look of concern clearly adorning his face. “That was genuinely the worst thing you’ve ever said, Sweet Pea, I think you’ve put me off my coffee,” he groaned, setting his empty cup down on the table, huffing and crossing his arms over his chest dramatically. “Can you two just go home and bone already? I don’t know if I can do another session in the library tomorrow with this unresolved sexual tension distracting me from the heights of Shakespeare.”

Sweet Pea looked between the pair of you sat at the table. You were doodling in the back of your notebook with your coloured pens that you’d been using to make notes with earlier, and Fangs had regained his original position looking at the ceiling, pondering whether the library life was worth living anymore. The longer he stared, the more his idea seemed plausible and reasonable. Long nights in this dusty, quiet corner of the library surrounded by shelves of books, had zapped the life out of you both, and he wanted his best friends back on their top form for the Christmas festivities that were bound to take place back in Riverdale.

Once, during a game of drunken truth or dare, right at the beginning of your relationship with Sweet Pea during the dating stage, you’d admitted that you’d fantasied about what it would be like to be with Fangs, and Sweet Pea knew Fangs thought you were attractive, so the perfect storm was brewing.

Sweet Pea had always enjoyed the thrill of being watched during sex- you’d found that out when he asked you if you’d be willing to let him fuck you in the window of your dorm room during your first year of college. You’d been hesitant at first, but after some thought you’d agreed. That night was one of the most electric nights you’d ever had, and that night you saw a different side to him that you’d craved ever since.

It was a few weeks later, after some drinks at the Wyrm during the Easter break, that he’d suggested the idea of him watching you with someone else. The idea had come to Sweet Pea one night, and he hadn’t been able to shake it since. You’d been intrigued by the idea of your big brute of a boyfriend stepping aside to let you experiment with someone else for both of yours’ pleasure, considering he was protective at the best of times, and a little jealous at the worst, and so you agreed with little hesitation. If he wanted it as much as you did, you were willing to oblige.

It was now, in the depths of the top story of the library at the quietest time of year, that he saw an opportunity arising.

The library had become even quieter than it was when he’d arrived with the coffees and hot chocolate- nearly all the students were at home with their families and the staff were at the front desk, five floors down, moping about how they were still working so close to Christmas in this godforsaken place. The chances of you getting caught were slim, but the thrill made him want it even more.

It was now or never; an opportunity as golden as this would never arise again, and Sweet Pea hoped that you two were feeling wild enough, in your library haze, to agree.

“Guys,” he swallowed, pausing momentarily as he waited for your attention. “You both need a study break, right? I’ve got an idea, but you both have to trust me on this.”

“I trust you.” You smiled, putting the caps back on your pens as you sat up a little in your chair, interested at what was going through Sweet Pea’s head.

“I wouldn’t trust you as far as I could throw you, you fat lard, but I can feel myself getting closer to death with every second I spend in this chair, so I’ll bite,” Fangs shrugged, knitting his hands in his lap, though both of the knew that he trusted Sweet Pea with his life.

Sweet Pea laughed dryly as he took your hand and squeezed it gently. He was nervous to even present the idea to the two of you, and even more nervous to hear your reactions to it, but he knew he had to be confident to get you to agree. After finally steeling his resolve, he stood and made his way towards the corner of the library that held the old Law Reports from the 1800s. It was a corner that was not only notoriously quiet, but it was also out of the view of the CCTV cameras that were dotted across the ceiling, making timed rotations to ensure that students weren’t doing the exact thing Sweet Pea was about to propose.

“Why are we going over there?” Fangs asked loudly, causing Sweet Pea to whip his head around and shh him with a glare. “All this dust is going to send me into an asthma attack, and I wouldn’t be surprised if there’s asbestos over here ready to give me lung disease.”

The library lights weren’t as bright over in the farthest corner of the library, blocked out by the ceiling high bookshelves, the majority of the light came in through the windows from the streetlights a few floors below. The yellowish hue made the boys’ skin look like caramel, but also highlighted the dust and cobwebs that covered the untouched, cloth bound books.

“He has a point, Sweet Pea,” you whispered as you came to a halt in a corner you were unfamiliar with, dragging your finger across a shelf before blowing the dust off the tip. “What are we doing over here? I thought you were giving us a study break, not a tour of the library.”

Sweet Pea paused, shoving his hands in his pockets as he shifted his weight from foot to foot. “Do you remember what we talked about over Easter?” He asked, placing a hand on your hip as he waited for a response. When you stared at him blankly, he sighed before continuing. “I said I wanted to watch.”

A grin spread across Sweet Pea’s face as you realised what he was referencing, and you almost choked on your words trying to comprehend his offer. “You want to watch, now? Here?” You asked. “With who? Fangs?”

“Wait, what are we doing right now with Fangs?” the shorter Serpent asked, looking between the two of you, his eyebrows furrowing. “What are you watching? What’s happening here? Why are we speaking in code?”

“Fangs be quiet for a second, please,” you told him. He held up his hands and turned his attention to Volume One of the 1876 American Law Reports, busying himself whilst you tried to work out what was going through Sweet Pea’s mind. “Are you serious?”

“Yes, I’m serious,” Sweet Pea nodded, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear that had fallen into your face. “There’s never going to be another opportunity like this, we both know it, doll. Do you still want to try?”

“Well, yeah,” you nodded enthusiastically, peeking over Sweet Pea’s shoulder at Fangs who was surprisingly engrossed in an ancient looking book. “But only if you’re okay with it.”

Fangs snapped his book shut, sliding it back into the lonely alcove before brushing his hands off, sending dust into the air around him. “If you’re okay with what, Sweet Pea?”

“You fucking my girlfriend.”

Fangs swallowed, blinking dazedly and fiddling nervously with the rings on his fingers as he rocked back and forth on his feet, wishing he’d never asked. “I don’t want to sleep with you,” he started, turning his attention to you, but fumbling over his words when he saw a slightly offended expression take over your usually kind face. “I mean I do. I mean… oh god I don’t know what I mean.” He ran his hands through hair, chewing on his lip awkwardly. Once he finally noticed the two of you grinning at him with a glint in your eyes that was anything but innocent, his heart stopped hammering as fast and he dropped his hands to his sides, a warmth spreading across his skin. “You’re gorgeous, don’t get me wrong, but you’re Sweet Pea’s girlfriend and I’m not gonna do him dirty like that. I may be a snake by name, but not by nature.”

“But it’s not doing him dirty because we bothwant it,” you smiled, placing a hand on Sweet Pea’s chest as he snaked one around your waist, squeezing you tightly into his side. You gave Fangs an encouraging smile, softening your gaze to something more sultry. “Please Fangs, just say yes. For me?”

“This is a once in a lifetime opportunity, Fogarty, we both know I’m not a sharer, so this is it. She wants you, you definitely want her too, and I’m playing nice- it’s a no brainer.”

Fangs studied you two for a moment, arm in arm, staring at him with a hopeful look in your eyes, as he tried to make sure that you weren’t playing some kind of elaborate prank on him, before he sucked up his confidence and answered you.

“Okay, okay, I’m in.”

A wide grin wove over Sweet Pea’s features as he detangled his arm from your form, turning you to face him in the process. He ducked his head down, kissing you softly with a hand on your cheek. “Keep it quiet- we don’t want anyone up here knowing what’s going on and ratting on us to security. I want this to last,” he reminded you with a hungry smile, gently pushing you towards Fangs with a slap to the ass. He settled a few feet away, leaning against the windowsill with his back and elbows, legs crossed lazily beneath him.

You knew Fangs wouldn’t make the first move, out of respect for Sweet Pea and their friendship, as well as his friendship with you, and so slowly you approached him. Something was different now; the air was thicker, hotter and full of an unspoken tension. After a few steps, you were face to face with the boy you knew so well, and he looked divine. “Can I touch you?”

Fangs nodded, a softened but excited look adorning his face. “Please.”

Goosebumps prickled up your arms as you snaked them around his neck, your fingers tangling into his hair like second nature. You knew there was a chance of you being caught, despite the fact that the library looked like a ghost town and that you were buried deep in the shelves, and the thrill sent a warmth between your legs. Despite the danger you wanted to savour the first few moments of this new experience and so your touches were soft and gentle, as if it was forbidden.

“You can touch me too,” you smiled, scratching his head in a spot that made him purr. “I’d like it if you did.”

Fangs threw a glance towards Sweet Pea, an unspoken look exchanged between them before he carefully settled his hands on your hips, squeezing them and pulling you closer to him. You let out a content sigh, pushing yourself against him as he dipped his head, stopping when there was a hair’s breadth between your lips.

You took a few moments to simply look at each other as his breath fanned across your face and he tried his hardest to hold back before he knew he wouldn’t be able to anymore. His honey-eyed look of adoration made the pit of your stomach stir, but the longer he stared, the darker his gaze got, and finally the stir in your stomach turned into a growing warmth between your legs.

He traced your jaw gently from your ear to your chin with the tips of his fingers, following the curve of your bottom lip with his thumb. With a fervency that almost knocked the air out of your lungs, he kissed you, clutching at your cheek with one hand whilst the other snaked around your lower back, hand creeping under your top and stilling, splay against the warm skin. Your back arched with the curve of his hand, feeling a warmth bubbling within you as you stood, your frame flush against Fangs’ muscular form.

Sweet Pea watched carefully as the kiss took place, noticing how your fingers tugged at Fangs’ hair and how he melted against you as you did so. He shifted against the windowsill, trying to get a better look as your chests pressed together and your hands dropped from Fangs’ hair, to his neck and shoulders. You let out a whimper as his hands moved to your ass, skimming all the curves of your body down on the way and squeezing it through your skirt. Sweet Pea grinned in response, his bottom lip coming between his teeth as he adjusted himself in his jeans, pleased that Fangs was finally getting into his stride.

“Touch me more,” you mumbled against the column of Fangs’ throat as you pulled away to catch your breath. “I want you to touch me.”

“Touch her,” Sweet Pea interjected from where he was stood with an eyebrow raised. “We’re in public, so we’re on borrowed time.”

With that in mind, Fangs found some determination to take control of the situation. He dipped his hand downwards and beneath your skirt, pushing the material of your lavender coloured panties aside to rub your clit with the tip of his pointer finger. The grin on Sweet Pea’s face widened as your knees buckled beneath you and you clung to Fangs’ shoulders to hold yourself upright.

“Holy shit,” you moaned quietly, letting your head fall back and your mouth hang open. Fangs’ lips attached to the newly exposed skin, leaving wet kisses along your throat. You felt him smile against your skin as he elicited another whine from you, the high-pitched noise coming out louder than any of the other noises you’d made before.

Fangs’ hand came across your mouth as he kissed up your throat, leaving purpling marks as he did so. Fangs sucked forcefully on your pulse point and nipped at the skin above the vein, making you buck against him involuntarily as you writhed in his grasp. Your arms erupted in goose bumps and your toes curled inside your shoes, another whimper finding its way out of you, but this time caught by Fangs’ hand across your mouth. “Be quiet, princess,” he told you as he nipped at your ear. “Or this whole thing is over, and I’ll leave you wondering what I could have done to you.”

You nodded keenly and pushed yourself into his fingertips on your clit, your own hands reaching down to fumble with his belt and jeans.

Sweet Pea stepped a little closer as Fangs pressed you up against the windowsill, fisting your skirt into a bunch up around your hips, his lips reconnecting with yours in a bruising kiss. You dragged your fingers down Fangs’ arms, following the curve of his biceps, your gaze dropping downwards when he removed his fingers from your clit. Your eyes scrunched tightly shut as he slipped two fingers into your opening, his thumb replacing where his finger was before, rubbing lazy circles on your sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Take your shirt off,” he murmured against your lips with a commanding tone in his voice, pausing for a brief moment with a grin twisting at his lips when he saw your eyes widen. “Or are you too scared we’ll get caught?”

You shot him a defiant look, glancing over at Sweet Pea who was watching you with a look that was filled with mirth and an interest to see whether you would comply with Fangs’ challenge.

You shot him a wink before you pulled your top off, revealing a lacy lavender bra that matched your panties. You pushed up onto your toes, bringing the swell of your chest up towards Fangs’ face, a playful look in your eyes as your hands cupped your breasts.

“Like what you see?” You asked, with a purposeful lust in your voice, lips pouty and eyes innocent.

Fangs hummed in agreement, using his free hand to pull the straps off your shoulders and the cups down. He ducked his head downwards, taking a nipple in his mouth as he sucked, his tongue rolling across it and his teeth gently biting at the sensitive bud. Fangs looked up at you through his thick, black eyelashes, curling his fingers inside of you, a dirty look engulfing his face as you let out a strangled whine and a blush flushed across your chest and neck, settling onto your cheeks.

“Fuck, Fangs,” you moaned through gritted teeth, trying your hardest to stay quiet as your fingers threaded through his hair, brushing the stands that had fallen into his face away. “Take your trousers off, please.”

With his free hand, he pushed down his jeans and boxers just enough to free his cock, you hand immediately running down his chest and taking it into your grasp, rolling your thumb over the tip, eliciting a hiss from him. Slowly, you began to stoke him, watching as his face contorted into something filled with ecstasy and he groaned against your chest, sending a bolt of electricity straight to where his fingers were fucking you.

He pulled his lips away from your breast with a lewd pop, standing back up to full height, thrusting into your hands, frustrated at how agonisingly slowly you were stroking him. Fangs’ forehead dropped against your shoulder as he pressed butterfly kisses to your collarbones, whispering profanities against the rosy skin. Between his hand working between your legs and the kisses against your sensitive skin, you could feel a knot forming in your stomach with both ends of the rope being pulled, ready for it to come loose all at once.

“Fangs,” you whispered breathlessly into his ear, causing him to shudder. “Pull your trousers down some more, or are you too scared we’ll get caught?”

Fangs’ head snapped up, his gaze meeting yours, a challenging look weaving its way across your face as your head dropped to the side, waiting for his next move. “Touché, your wish is my command, angel.”

You whined at the loss of contact as Fangs removed his hands to pull his trousers and boxers down further, clenching your thighs together to try to emulate the sensation, but it was nothing compared to the magic that had been coming from his fingers.

Confusedly, Fangs’ attention was drawn away from you as he felt a tap on his arm, looking around to see Sweet Pea holding out a neat foil packet. He nodded in thanks, shooting his best friend a smile as he rolled the packet between his fingers.

Sweet Pea stepped back, nodding back at Fangs in response, returning to his spot at the windowsill a few panes up from the window you were at. His demeanour was relaxed as he leaned against the wood of the window frame, his tongue caught between his teeth in anticipation of what was to come.

Fangs didn’t want to rush the moment, and had you been in private he would have done all sorts of nasty things to you that he knew would make you weak at the knees, but he was acutely aware that you were in public and that with every second that passed, the more likely it was that security would sweep the floor and discover the two of you wrapped up in each other with Sweet Pea watching, so, as you pressed butterfly kisses to the column of his throat, he rolled the latex condom down the length of his cock that was thick with lust.

As Fangs guided his cock between your legs, you met Sweet Pea’s gaze over his shoulders, both of your eyes pooling with lust. His bottom lip was sore and swollen from biting it as he watched you, and you could clearly see the bulge in his trousers, pushing against the jeans and tenting the material. He was clearly aching to be touched, and you knew that after this was over with Fangs, your night would continue with Sweet Pea. The smirk on his lips confirmed your thoughts and you moaned into Fangs’ shoulder at the thought of it, your hands weaving around his wide back, ready for what was to come.

“Fuck me Fangs,” you whispered, your breath ghosting the shell of his ear. “I know you’ve thought about what it would be like, so fuck me.”

A groan rumbled from the deepest part of Fangs’ chest in response. You were right- he’d thought about it late at night before, wondering what it would be like to find himself between your thighs, to hear his name rolling off your lips like silk, and now it was finally a reality. He knew he shouldn’t think about it, but there was something so enticing about you. You were the forbidden fruit, and he wanted a taste so badly.

With his cock at your entrance, he slowly sunk in, wanting to remember what that moment felt like forever, but his thoughts quickly vanished into nothing and he could only focus on how tight and warm you felt around him. He stilled for a few moments, breathing deeply as he attempted to control himself from ravaging you there and then, before beginning to thrust at a controlled pace.

His hand dipped downwards, fingertips working small, neat circles on your clit quickly as he thrusted, watching your face become a picture of bliss. With one hand on his back and the other splay against the glass, you pulled him against you tightly, wrapping a leg up and around his waist to steady yourself and let him get closer. You wanted to feel as much as of him as you could, in case you never got the chance to again.

Fangs’ free hand came around your throat, squeezing a perfect amount of pressure, thumb and fingertip curving upwards to press into the pressure point just behind your ears, dizzying you in way that made every movement he was making feel so much more intense, the sensation electrifying every nerve in your body.

Fangs’ thrusts began to pick up speed as he felt himself grow needy, chasing a release, his muscles tensing beneath your hands every time he thrusted into you, each one becoming more bruising and intense than the last.

The exhilaration of getting caught by security or being seen through the window along with Fangs’ movements overwhelmed your senses, and you could feel yourself come undone as you met Sweet Pea’s gaze over Fangs’ shoulder through your hooded eyes, your nails leaving crescent moons in Fangs’ caramel silk skin and your knees buckling beneath you.

You kept your eyes locked onto him as you came, and he cursed under his breath, running one hand through his hair whilst adjusting his jeans with the other, the material feeling increasingly tight as he cock grew thicker with every second that he had to watch. In that moment, it wouldn’t have been hard for him to come over and intervene, wanting to have his way with you too, but he remained leaning against the windowsill, waiting for Fangs to finish before he approached.

It didn’t take long before Fangs joined you in ecstasy, his chest heaving, and hair matted against his forehead which glistened with afterglow.

After a few moments, Fangs pulled out, knotting the condom before pulling up his trousers and handing you your top. It was quiet between the three of you, and before he could step away, you pressed a sweet kiss to his lips as a thank you.

Sweet Pea’s approach had been almost silent and unnoticed by the pair of you. He placed a hand on Fangs’ shoulder, shaking him in a brotherly manner with a smile twisting at his tips, before pulling you in for a heated kiss which left you feeling breathless.

“I really fucking liked it,” he mumbled against you lips, grabbing your hand and guiding it to his bulge. “That was unbelievable, holy shit.” Sweet Pea let out a rumble of a groan as you squeezed his bulge, his eyes darkening and his gaze becoming something dangerous. “If you’re finished studying for the night, we can go back to my place. My roommate won’t mind, hell, after that, he might even join in.”

Fangs’ head snapped up at the inference, his cheeks flushed and skin looking like honeyed in the light. “Fuck yeah he won’t mind.”

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venusloveslobotomies · 4 years

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Pyromania (Bucky x Reader)

A/N: This is my first time posting writing and I would love literally any feedback at all! I’m honestly terrified to put my shit writing out there but I may as well suck it up and just do it! The ‘reader’ is Korean and her last name is Kang. The face reference is optional but it’s helped me get a better idea in my mind of how she looks.

Summary: (Winter Soldier-Endgame Insert) You’re an enhanced HYDRA agent who negotiated her way out of being a weapon. You’re now the nurse/ aid of the Winter Soldier. You end up escaping with him and follow him in and out of danger while slowly developing feelings for each other.

Words: 1950 (approx) Chapter: 1/?

Kang Y/N, age 16

I think one of my worst habits is looking at the clock. I know he’s scheduled to arrive back at 9pm for check-up but that will never stop me from obsessively glancing at the clocks in the hallway, in the kitchen, in his room while I methodically go through the nightly routine. Pick up toiletries and first aid kit, hand in the dinner slip for his food, eat dinner myself, change the sheets, pick up his night clothes for the week from the laundry. I find myself done, having gone on autopilot and finished the routine quicker than usual. I hang around near where the soldiers usually file in after the training session. A few other nurses happen to be there too, waiting on their soldiers. Given that there’s only six of us with supersoldiers, we know each other quite well.

All the other nurses are assigned to other enhanced, are put on general service, are sent on missions or are thrown into the front lines of warzones and therefore operate on different schedules. “Hey Kang, how’s big-shot Soldat going, huh?” Sasha offers a grin and I shake my head at the tall Russki. “He’s well. So far. How’s your girl going?” “Great as far as I can tell! She’s not the most talkative though. Bit of a shame. Bet you and Soldat are getting along perfectly,” I send him a disappointed glare but it doesn’t take long to crack into a smile. It’s hard to be frustrated with Sash. He’s too nice and too young. Well, he may be older than me physically but he entered this work much later than I did, not that I had a choice. “Don’t forget which one of us is the Level 7, Vasiliev. I’ll kick your ass and you know it,” I prod his side and make a show of adjusting my armband with a large ‘7’ embroidered onto the red cross. He feigns fear but before he can continue with his teasing the doors open and in file the soldiers. I lock eyes with my soldier before waving to Sash, “See you at showers, yeah?” He sends me a thumbs up and saunters off behind his soldier. Soldat has already begun marching towards his room. I jog to catch up with him and almost start telling him off before I see the glint in his eyes. There’s so little room for fun around here and he’s rarely in a good enough mood to be teasing so it’s difficult to be annoyed. Once we arrive at the room however, he sits down and the extent of today’s training becomes clear. I can see his bloody face and twitching metal arm. Ok, so maybe not so much in a good mood. “Might need to relocate my other shoulder,” His Russian is harsh and unnatural but not accented like mine. It’s different to the other soldiers and guards here, who are all native speakers. I make a mental note of his tone before I pick up the clothes, first aid kit and toiletries and we walk towards the showers. He tries to take them from me but I smack his hands away and force him to walk in front of me. Now, the showers leave a lot to be desired. A large room with lockers and shelves in the center and lining the left and right walls are blue curtains containing a shelf and a shower head. On the back wall are sinks and mirrors. At least we have hot water and it was clean. But the smell of blood and misery clung to the room no matter how often it was cleaned. Soldat led the way past several of his fellow soldiers before sliding the curtain shut in our usual spot. Unlike the nurses who served individuals like Sasha and I, the soldiers were unfriendly to the extreme with each other, no sense of community or friendship. I’m not complaining though. I enjoy having my soldier to myself, he’s easy to get along with and it was already far too stressful getting used to just him. I didn’t need others to deal with. They’ve all got different personalities, none of them easy-going, and one of them has anger issues. He strips the soaked training clothes off and hangs them carelessly on the shelf before kneeling down and allowing me to examine his injuries. A few cuts, presumably from punches, on his face, blood still dripping from his nose and mouth, a broken rib that’s quickly healing and his shoulder is bruised and tender but not dislocated. I mop the blood off his face and mutter to myself in Korean. He listens with interest. He’s been learning Korean from me lately, giving us more time together since we’re given a block of time to study. All the soldiers must know 30 languages and any extras to the ones already taught (like my Korean dialect) are accommodated with a block of study time. I double check his rib. Definitely broken but also definitely healing. The enhanced healing still freaks me out. I was not taught about how to deal with it when I went through my two years of medical training. I had to get used to it and teach myself. I realise I’m going to need to get morphine from the officials. Otherwise we won’t be sleeping tonight. “Would you like me to get you a recovery day?” I ask in slow, deliberate Korean. I can give my soldier any number of recovery days throughout the year, being his nurse. It usually means an extra day of study rather than training and extra food. Or being sent to cryo. “Ani,” He shakes his head, “I have the mission next day,” His Korean isn’t perfect, which is endearing since he’s perfect at practically everything else. I shrug in response, though I’m upset he refuses most recovery days. I do know that the officials are meticulous about whether the quality of a soldier begins to degrade but he hasn’t taken any for a long time. “If you say so,” I sigh but continue disinfecting his cuts and then tell him to wait. Slipping outside I can see Ira and Nadiya are stripping their outer layers off. Although I haven’t had much opportunity to experience outside life I know nudity like this would not fly outside of this environment. Here, nudity is hardly any issue. The soldiers are used to it for physical examinations and medical exams and their nightly routine. Nurses are unbothered by nudity since we perform plenty of medical duties requiring naked soldiers and all that. So, we all exchange a few words while hanging our dresses, armbands and hats up and putting our shoes on shelves. We talk about the quality of the food going up since the sixties and whether we’re supposed to attend a medical training session in the next month or so. We’re updated annually on the medical advancements outside of our little world. I slide back into our cubicle and find the water running. I step further in and my underclothes are immediately soaked. He turns around and offers me a tired smile, twirling the end of my braid with his normal fingers. I smile back and take a shaky breath. I set about washing the sweat out of his hair with shampoo and while he rubs the blood off himself, I begin scrubbing his metal arm. The blood, sweat and dirt builds up easily in the gaps and if it were left to him, the stupid arm would be rusted by now. I went out of my way to request special cleaning equipment for his arm and luckily was granted it. While we do this, we speak in Korean to help his learning and after a while he seems to relax. It never fails to surprise me when his aggressive personality melts away into the calm man that only I see. I massage his tense muscles with the aid of the hot water and eventually it’s time for dinner and ‘winding down’. For wind down, some soldiers, like a particularly angry man, are sent to the psychs for an hour before they’re put in cryo or bed. By the time we’re out, everyone’s already begun changing, nurses and soldiers alike. There’s no interaction between soldiers, they seem to be in their own little worlds, but the nurses are happily socialising with each other. I change into clean underclothes and my night dress - a white, floor-length dress with an apron and pin my armbands securely on my upper arms - while I listen to Sasha talking about the pains of acquiring painkillers from the officials. Paracetamol, ibuprofen and other basic drugs don’t make a dent in the pain our soldiers endure. Quicker healing is great and all but it’s considerably more painful. It takes a lot of convincing as well as a full medical report to get the higher-ups to give us the morphine they need. We all agree and chime in to add points to strengthen the argument. Eventually, we all clear out of the steamy room and continue chatting all the way down to the living quarters. Two of the soldiers split off with their nurses for cryo prep and we all wave, knowing it’ll be awhile before we see those four. The guards in this part of the facility must be constantly unnerved by the sound. Usually the base is all business, soldiers and guards and nurses silently carrying out their schedules but the six of us that cater to the supersoldiers are unafraid to be happy and loud. It creates a sense of community and we wouldn’t get that outside of this environment. In any case, the guards can’t touch us unless we pose a direct threat. So, we all spend our time walking laughing and talking in a blend of languages. All of us are multilingual since we travel with our soldiers. So, the guards and officials, who often only speak German or Russian or both are even less comfortable since our usual chatter is a mix of Ukrainian, French and pieces of German and they presumably really don’t like not understanding what we’re saying. It’s mostly just a lot of joking around and bagging on each other for whatever we can think of. It’s nice but also a bit strange. Even to me. Back when it was only Soldat and I, these hallways were silent as ever. It was a different time. This whole thing is recent since it was only in the early nineties that the other soldiers were created. Then their nurses were assigned and even then, we were acutely uncomfortable around each other. But I’m happy with the way things are now. As we split off into our rooms, the hallway goes quiet again and it’s time for winding down. I get called to the side by an official. I could laugh at how obviously uncomfortable he is down here. He should be in an office upstairs, getting ready to go home. There’s a good reason why the higher-ups don’t come down here anymore. He hands me a file to prepare for the mission tomorrow. I accept it and watch him walk back to the elevator. I realise Soldat has gone back to the room without me. As I walk back, I think about how strange it is that all twelve of us are out right now. We’re only taken out of cryo for missions. Ira and Michael and their soldiers completed missions the night before but spent the day training anyways. I presume the other three are going on assignments tomorrow since all of us were released from cryo at the same time this morning.

Part 2

#bucky #barnes #buckybarnes #buckyxreader #marvel #marvelxreader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes #bucky x y/n #bucky barnes x you #bucky fic #pyromania fic

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drawlfoy · 5 years

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masterlist request guidelines please give me requests i’m begging you i love them so dearly

pairing: draco x hermione

request: yes! thank you, i think i know who sent this in ;)

summary: draco fails a transfiguration exam in 6th year. hermione is tasked with tutoring him for the next exam against her wishes. this imagine takes place during one of their study sessions. i’ll try and keep this as in character as possible so there isn’t going to be that much fluff...but i’ll do what i can since the request wanted fluff. they aren’t dating. ok coming back to this they literally go AT each other so it’s hardly fluffy i’m so so so so sorry to the person who requested this i butchered the request so hard

warnings: mature language (probably), draco being a git, also draco and hermione literally fight each other

a/n: i was plannign on getting 2 requests out today but unfortunately my internet went out for the majority of the day and i was unable to write the other one that i wanted. i’m gonna be busy as hellll tomorrow so i won’t have another fic out until thurs/fri.

music recs: i’m listening to the pride and prejudice soundtrack (it’s my favorite guilty pleasure movie). i never thought that i’d write a fight scene to pride and prejudice piano music but here we are

word count: 4,616

“...and if you wouldn’t mind staying for a minute or so after, Miss Granger, I’d like to have a word with you.”

Hermione was just about done clearing her things off her desk as she heard Professor McGonagall utter her last sentiment. She waited for the room to clear out, waving goodbye to Ron and Harry as they left the room. Ron grinned and allowed himself to be dragged away by Lavender Brown, leaving Hermione with a rather sick taste in her mouth.

When the classroom was empty, she approached the head of her house who sat at her desk, her hands folded neatly in front of her.

“Yes, Professor?”

Hermione noted that a graded exam was on the desk in front of her Transfiguration professor, all marked up in red ink and clearly not very well done.

“Merlin, that’s not mine, is it?”

McGonagall allowed a small smile to lift up her thin pressed lips.

“Quite the contrary, Miss Granger. As usual, you passed with flying colors.” She spun the parchment around, a giant P for Poor scrawled up in the corner. “This student, on the other hand, has experienced quite a large drop from his usual performance, and...I’m rather concerned for him, I must confess.”

Hermione noted that McGonagall was covering the elegantly penned name in the upper left corner and wondered if it was purposeful.

“If I am to be so bold,” she prodded, “I’d assume that you’d like for me to tutor this...student.”

Her professor nodded.

“Only if your schedule allows, of course. If you’re able, I would be very thankful.” McGonagall seemed unusually wary about asking Hermione for tutoring. It wasn’t like she hadn’t done it before--she tutored problem students all the time, and McGonagall never hesitated to ask her for her free assistance. Often, her work wasn’t truly free--McGonagall tended to gift her different books that weren’t in the library that she herself enjoyed. It was, without a doubt, a sweet deal for the young scholar.

“Of course I am, Professor!” Hermione frowned, picking at one of her cuticles thoughtfully. “But if I may ask, why are you so hesitant? Normally you don’t think twice about asking me to tutor.”

Instead of answering, McGonagall moved her hand, revealing the name on the failed exam sheet..

“You want me to tutor Malfoy?”

♥♥♥♥

It had taken her some convincing, but after McGonagall promised her an uncommon edition of a book she couldn’t find in the library, she had no choice but to accept.

The old witch seemed to understand that she was upset and felt uncomfortable with the arrangement, but McGonagall let her know to remind Malfoy that if he didn’t accept her help, McGonagall would refuse to let him pass her class.

What Hermione couldn’t wrap her head around was the fact that Draco Malfoy, a smart wizard in his own right, was failing Transfiguration exams. He was always directly behind her in her class ranking, and even further, he had grown up in a wizarding household, so when he went home, he was still surrounded by magic. By all means, he had no excuse for failing exams with that intellect of his, as much as she hated to admit it.

It was all unnerving, really. Harry’s suspicions of Malfoy being a Death Eater were slowly becoming more reasonable as the year went on. Hermione had watched Malfoy sit in isolation at the Slytherin table in the Great Hall, barely eating anything and staring off into space.

He hadn’t verbally attacked her for quite a while. In fact, she couldn’t remember the last time she had a conversation with the pureblood, and she couldn’t tell if that made her feel better or worse about him. Something was definitely up. She could only hope that he had come to his senses and realized that the side his family was on was the wrong one, but that was wishful thinking.

McGonagall had arranged for their very first meeting to occur on the following Thursday in the evening, just after dinner. She savored the moments at the Gryffindor table, hanging out with her friends and praying that Malfoy wasn’t anywhere to be seen. Unfortunately, she caught a few glints of the low lighting of the hall reflecting off of a head of white blonde hair. She noted that his head was bowed and he looked awkward and anxious. He was sitting suspiciously far off from his burly Slytherin quidditch friends that he normally surrounded himself with at meals. Even Zabini, Nott, and Parkinson, his personal friends, were nowhere to be seen.

She was ashamed to admit that she knew that much about him. In all honesty, it was a kind of guilty pleasure of hers to appreciate his aesthetic qualities. She downright knew that he was the worst person to date and didn’t fancy ever having to hold a conversation with him longer than she was forced to, but by all means, he was attractive when he wasn’t running his fat mouth. Malfoy was a helpful distraction from the fact that Ron was sticking his tongue down Lavender’s throat on a regular and--ugh--very public basis. There was some comfort in knowing that they weren’t going anywhere, and that they were never even going to be a thing.

As Hermione was treated to a full view of Ron and Lavender going at it, she suddenly felt thankful that she’d have an excuse to get out of her common room for the evening.

♥♥♥♥

Ouch.

The quill Hermione had been rubbing in between her fingers nicked her thumb, causing her to jump up as she saw the pearls of red come to the surface of her thumb.

Shit she murmured, pressing the pad of the wounded finger into her black robes as she sat, waiting for the Slytherin boy to show up. His failed Transfiguration exam lay in front of her and she was spending her time studying it nervously, trying to pinpoint what exactly he was having trouble with. It was embarrassing, but she was actually a little on edge about meeting Malfoy. The more she had thought about it, she hadn’t spoken to him since 5th year. He’d left her alone since the start of term, something that made her wonder what exactly he was spending his precious time on.

“You have got to be kidding me.”

The cold, elite drawl pulled Hermione’s eyes up to meet the frigid silver ones of Malfoy. He stared down at her with an uninterested and unbothered look, one eyebrow arched and his pale, rosebud colored lips pressed together in an unimpressed line.

“I know, a P? Pretty low, even for you, Malfoy.” Hermione addressed him in a similar fashion, hoping that her features would harden like his did.

“I’m not referring to that,” he snapped back. “I’m expressing my shock that McGonagall thought that out of all of the students in her god-forsaken classroom, you were the one worthy of tutoring me.”

“A bit of an insult, don’t you think?’ Hermione quipped. He really hadn’t changed.

“To me, yeah.” Malfoy snorted, slamming his textbook down on the table and sending her a cold glare. “If I pay you, will you just tell her that I’m the best student you’ve ever had and that I’m not giving you any trouble? I have better things to do than waste my time with you.”

Hermione bristled up.

“I don’t want your filthy money, Malfoy,” she spat. “Don’t push me, I’ll punch you again, and this time Harry and Ron aren’t here to hold me back, so there’s no telling what I’ll do to you.”

Malfoy rolled his eyes, bringing a pale hand up to grab the corner of the table and lean in closer to her.

“You have no idea what you’re messing with,” he growled. “Take the money. Do as I say.”

“As I said,” Hermione rebuked, “I don’t want your money. I’m here to do what McGonagall asked me to do, not to accept your petty bribes.”

“Let me rephrase myself,” Malfoy muttered, getting in her face. “Forget about the money. I’m not being nice anymore. Do as I say, or there’ll be consequences.”

Hermione scoffed, whipping out her wand.

“I’m going to count to three, Malfoy, and if you don’t sit down and start behaving, you’re going to need a trip to the hospital wing.” She pressed it into the soft part of his neck, watching as the skin pressed in to accommodate the wooden tip.

“Is there a problem here, Miss Granger?”

She spun around to see Professor Snape glaring at the two, holding a few books under his black-clad arm.

“No, Professor,” they both chorused. Hermione hid her wand and prayed that he didn’t see it.

“You two are being awfully obnoxious,” Snape stated, stretching each syllable out in that horrid nasal tone of his. “I’d hate for you to call any more attention to yourselves.”

With that, Snape turned and was on his merry way to wherever greasy men go after criticizing children, and Hermione looked back to see an especially pale Malfoy sitting in the chair next to her, looking perfectly civil.

“Let’s begin, then,” he ordered, pulling out a quill. “I don’t want to disturb anyone else in the library.”

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Malfoy was smart, sure. But as the tutoring session continued, Hermione began to realize just how much he didn’t know about Transfiguration.

“And how was I supposed to know that?” Malfoy exclaimed as Hermione went over one of his incorrect answers.

“Drac--Malfoy, we went over that during the second week of school. If you’d been paying any attention, you would’ve heard.” Hermione was baffled at his lack of diligence this year. “What happened to you? You’ve completely mentally checked out of this class, why?”

“None of your business, Granger,” he snapped. “Some of us have better things to do than this pathetic nonsense.” Malfoy spat out the last few words in his typical fashion, proving to Hermione once again that he really was the same boy who called her a mudblood relentlessly in the past.

His stomach suddenly growled loudly, interrupting the charged silence in between the two of them.

“You have better things to do than eat too?” Her tone came out a little more scathing than she meant it to, but at the same time, she didn’t mind all that much. Hermione just hoped that he knew she was asking out of spite, not concern.

“I’m busy.”

“With what, exactly?”

Malfoy glared at her with such a venomous look that even her Gryffindor bravery yelled at her to run.

“None. Of. Your. Business.” He leaned back over the table again, purposefully breaching her personal space. Unfortunately, Malfoy was much taller than Hermione. She was left with the amusing thought that she’d been able to deck him in 3rd year before she hit her own growth spurt.

“Why are you smiling?” he asked, his lips curling up to deepen his scowl. “What’s so funny?”

Hermione couldn’t hold back a little laugh as her mind treated her to a full trip down memory lane.

“Oh, nothing, just remembering how...” she snorted, a noise she would normally be embarrassed with but no longer cared about, “...how...scared you looked in 3rd year when I...when I punched you, you looked like you were about to cry...”

She attempted to calm her laughing attack but failed, only gulping in another breath of air before chuckling again. “You have no idea how funny that was...oh my god...”

Malfoy’s pale face had turned a special shade of carnation pink.

“...and now you think that you can scare me...”

Hermione cackled once more, bracing herself by placing her hand on the table.

“It’s just....you’re just so...”

She burst into laughter, no longer holding back, clutching her side and doubling over.

“Oh my god...just...what are you gonna do, transfigure me into a Hippogriff and try and get me executed? You can’t, because you got a....” she snorted again. “You got a P on the exam! I’m so...I’m so scared...”

She managed to get the punchline out before erupting back into a laughing fit, eventually bringing her sleeve up to wipe her eyes before calming back down.

Malfoy was now tinged completely pink, his silver eyes standing out against his flushed skin.

“Think that’s funny, huh?”

“No matter. I’m supposed to be tutoring you, so let’s get on with it.”

His stomach growled again, interrupting her train of thought as she scanned his exam over one more time.

“Did you eat anything this evening?”

“No, Mum, and regardless, it’s absolutely none of your fucking business.”

Hermione shot him a threatening look as she tried to plot her next move. She still needed to look over the last portion of the exam with him as it would be retested on this next one, but he was also still rusty on some of the incanta--

His stomach sounded one more time, interrupting her train of thought.

“That’s it,” she snapped, jumping to her feet and grabbing his arm. “We’re going on a field trip.”

“Don’t touch me!” he hissed, trying to pry his arm from her grip. She refused to give in.

“No, you’re coming with me, and I am not letting you run off,” she retorted, holding on tight to the upper part of his left arm.

“What the fuck is a field trip?” he asked as she dragged him down the stairs, heading in the direction of the kitchens.

“Muggle thing,” she muttered. “I’m taking you to the kitchens so your stomach will shut up.”

“First of all,” he began, “why do you care? Second of all, they’re not going to give you any food, you know. I’ve tried this before.”

“Probably because you’re a huge ass to them,” she responded, tugging him along when he lagged behind. “And as for why: I can’t focus on helping you when your stomach sounds like an airplane taking off, and if you fail the next exam, McGonagall will be disappointed in me, so I want to help you.”

He scowled, or at least, he deepened the preexisting one. She couldn’t quite tell. They walked in silence for a few minutes before he spoke up again.

“What’s an airplane?”

“You have got to be fucking kidding me,” Hermione grumbled as they neared the entrance of the kitchens. “Next, I’m gonna have to tutor you in Muggle Studies as well.”

She cast his question aside, dragging him inside and greeting the first house elf she saw. Hermione knew him well, and he brightened as he saw her.

“Miss Granger!” he greeted her. “How can I be of service?”

Hermione turned to Malfoy.

“What do you want?”

He rolled his eyes.

“The roast we were having tonight. The squash as well. Also, tea.”

Hermione turned back to the house elf, relaying his wishes before turning back to him. She became uncomfortably aware of the fact that she still had Malfoy’s arm in a death grip and released it, watching as the fabric she had been squeezing bounced back to its original position.

She allowed her gaze to travel down to the bottom of his sleeve and sucked in a breath at what she saw. From her insistent tugging, the white fabric had ridden up a tiny bit, exposing some of his forearm. If she looked closely, she could see a tiny bit of what looked like a tattoo on the inside of his arm.

Draco must’ve heard her as he whipped back around to look at her, following her line of sight to his arm.

He stared back at her frozen expression, unsure of what to do. Normally, he glamoured his Dark Mark and never had an issue with it, so he had been careless recently. It was late, though, and the concealment spells he used were wearing off.

“Roll up your sleeve, Malfoy,” she demanded, motioning to his left arm.

“Why?” His mind raced as he tried to figure out how to recast a Glamour spell without her seeing, but then again, she was the brightest witch of their age.

He probably wasn’t going to get away with this one. He cursed himself as he remembered that his wand was in his coat pocket, somewhere still in the library.

“You know why.” Her voice cracked. “I thought that for sure Harry was going crazy, but... oh, Merlin...”

Draco swallowed once, twice, three times. He couldn’t show her. If he did, it was over.

Thinking fast, he stepped forward and snatched her wand out of her hand and jumped away from her.

“Malfoy!” she shrieked, lunging at him and tackling him to the ground.

Oh, he was not expecting that.

(a/n: request: tons of fluff please ♥ me: of course i love you! also me: *writes them getting in a physical brawl and considers it fluff*)

“You give me my wand back, you fuck,” she shrieked, straddling him and attempting to reach for her wand, held tightly in his left hand. His arm was stretched as far above his head as possible, making it impossible for her to reach. In a moment of panic, he launched her wand somewhere far behind them and heard it land with a clatter.

Fuck. Hermione looked up to see her wand fall into a pile of rubbish, none of which was going anywhere, but by now it had sank to the bottom of the bin and would require her to dig through it to find it.

She pinned his arms above his head, reveling in the fact that his face looked similar to what he looked like when she nearly hexed him and then punched him.

“Where’s your wand?” she snapped.

“In the library,” he wailed, squeezing his eyes shut. “Can I please go? I’m not hungry anymore. Please, Hermione, I’ll do anything.”

She balked at the fact that he used her first name. He had never done that. Shaking it off, she reached up as far as she could while still straddling his chest and yanked his left sleeve down, exposing the ugly mark in its entirety.

Draco’s eyes snapped open, staring up at her pleadingly as she took in the sight before her. Here she was, sitting on the chest of a Death Eater. Life truly was something.

“Er....”

Hermione had always suspected, but she never knew for sure. Seeing the Dark Mark before her, ugly and writhing on the pale arm of one of her classmates was something entirely different than just theorizing about it.

Draco took a strangled breath below her, shaky and unstable. She finally looked back to his face and was stunned to see tears forming in his eyes.

“I had to.” His voice wavered, like he couldn’t quite pick what pitch he wanted to speak at. “It was because my father couldn’t...”

He sucked in another breath.

“It was a punishment. I had to, or else my family would be killed. I thought it was a rewarding opportunity at first, but it’s a punishment.”

Draco lifted up his head to meet her in the eyes at a better angle.

“Do you believe me?”

Hermione’s mouth opened and closed a couple times. For the first time in all 6 years of knowing her, Draco saw that she didn’t know what to say.

“No,” she whispered, almost painfully. Her warm brown eyes were narrowed, almost as if herself didn’t buy into her response. “I can’t...trust you, why would I? You’d say anything to get out of this situation unscathed. Even if it means garnering sympathy from the... from the mudblood.”

Draco winced when he heard the slur. For some reason, it sounded more vulgar when it left Hermione’s mouth.

“Yeah, that is true,” he muttered. “But I promise that that I’m being truthful. You can try Veritaserum on me if you’d like.”

“You’re bluffing, Malfoy,” she snapped back, adjusting her hand so she was clutching both his wrists in one hand, freeing her other one. “We both know that I couldn’t possibly gain access to it and corner you again.”

Instead of answering her accusation, he slumped back onto the ground. Hermione stayed frozen in her spot as she felt his frame shake below her. Leaning forward, she peered at his face to see that Draco was crying, thin slivers of salty tears rolling down the sides of his face and wetting his cheeks.

“I don’t think you understand,” he whispered shakily, his voice breaking. “If I get exposed, then I get put on trial and sent to Azkaban. If I get set free, then he’ll be after me since I won’t be able to finish his bidding while I’m on trial...”

Hermione didn’t need clarification as to who he was.

“So what am I supposed to do? Pretend like I just didn’t see it?”

“Yes!” Draco croaked. “Can you...er...”

He paused for a few seconds.

“Can you reach into my pocket? I need a handkerchief.”

Hermione’s eyes widened. This was a whole different world of strange. Against her better judgement, she just reached up her robe sleeve and gently wiped off the wetness on his cheeks.

“You’re bleeding,” he whispered, pointing to her thumb. It was only a slight bit, but what was on there had been transferred onto his pale face when she brought her hand to his face.

“Oh, sorry,” she muttered, returning to his face to wipe off the red liquid off his cheeks. “Hate to get mud on you.”

He visibly winced. Hermione didn’t even need to see it to know that it happened--she could feel it below her.

“I don’t really...feel that way anymore,” he confessed. “I’m getting a bit sick of hatred. It’s so draining.”

“Oh, is that why you still talked to me like trash today?”

“I have to keep up appearances.”

Hermione watched as another tear formed in his eye.

“And how long have you felt this way?”

“Oh, probably once I figured out that the man at the center of my belief system is a goddamn homicidal maniac,” Draco muttered. shutting his eyes to coax the tears away.

Hermione couldn’t help but let out a chuckle.

“You’re right.”

They both sat there for a few moments in complete silence, Hermione attempting to figure out her next move and Draco just waiting for what was to come.

“You’re really not that bad, Hermione,” Draco said out of nowhere.

“Granger,” she corrected. “And thank you, but nice try. I know what you’re trying to do here. False flattery isn’t going to get me to let you go. However, I will concede that if I knew you were this cordial of a prisoner, I would’ve taken you hostage much, much sooner.”

Draco snorted, a funny sight with a few undried tears left on his face.

“I’m hurt. And I wasn’t aware that this was a hostage situation.”

“Well, I don’t know what to do with you, how do I know that you’re not going to run away and kill me in my sleep later on the second I let you go?”

“Why do you insist on insulting my character so much? I’m a git, not a monster.”

“Oh, so you admit it!”

Hermione’s attention was pulled away when she heard the house elf she spoke to before clear his throat.

“Miss Granger, your food is ready.”

She twisted around to see the house elf set a plate of food on the table near them, paying no mind to the scene before him. While she was distracted, Draco took the opportunity to wriggle out of her grasp and pin her down on the ground, effectively swapping places.

Hermione yelped. Draco was much heavier than she was, and his weight was nearly crushing her. He seemed to realize this.

“Are you alright?” he asked, a kind tone settling in his voice that she didn’t think he was capable of.

“Please get off me,” she whispered, his weight making it difficult for her to speak from her chest.

“Oh, now you understand how I felt,” he said triumphantly. “Now that I’ve taken you hostage, you have to agree to my conditions.”

She stared up at him with wide eyes.

“Oh. Sorry.”

He eased up a little, putting more weight on his knees placed on the ground than her chest.

“Thank you,” she breathed. “Fine. I’ll agree, as long as they aren’t too crazy.”

“You don’t really have a choice though, do you?” He crinkled his nose, a glint of something Hermione couldn’t quite place in his eyes.”Okay. You have to promise me that Potter and Weasel aren’t going to hear a word of this. In fact, no one can know. Not anyone. Not McGonagall, not Luna, not Hagrid...no one, okay?”

“And how are you going to hold me to that? Obviously, we’re not going to do an Unbreakable Vow...”

“Obviously,” he echoed. “No, I have no way of knowing. But if you tell anyone about me, know that you’re essentially ordering my death sentence.”

The truth hung between them, heavy and unforgiving. Hermione knew, deep down, that Draco was right.

“So unless you want me dead...”

He wasn’t even pinning anything of hers anymore--he was instead just kneeling over her, his hands supporting his weight on either side of her head. If she wanted to, she could use both her hands to shove him off her like her rational mind wanted her to.

But there was the irrational part of her that, quite frankly, didn’t. Draco was peering deep into her eyes in a way that made her feel things that she was not supposed to be feeling.

“I promise.”

Hermione was always supposed to be in love with Ron. She sometimes thought she was, but she could never shake the feeling that she was meant to be with someone a little more high-strung, someone a little more motivated to achieve their ends. Perhaps...a Slytherin, if blood prejudice was off the table.

And all of a sudden he was right here, leaning over her and close enough for a rebellious strand of wintery blonde hair to tickle her forehead, close enough for her to smell whatever cologne he was wearing. She couldn’t place it, olfactory related skills were never her forté, but whatever it was, it was heavenly. Maybe it wasn’t even cologne--perhaps it was just a mix of shampoo and whatever kind of expensive lotion he used. Regardless, she would consider selling her soul for a vial of cologne that smelled like it.

He had a freckle on his collarbone that she wouldn’t have been able to see had she not tackled him and knocked his tie loose. His face, closer to her than it had any business being, was no longer blotchy pink from crying, returning to its pristine, icy tone.

His eyelashes looked wet still, and he shifted once to quickly wipe away the evidence. Draco stared curiously down at her, his rosy pink lips slightly parted. He had another freckle just above his lip, just light enough for her to see in the low lighting of the closed kitchen.

“Your food is getting cold, Malfoy,” she uttered, breaking the trance.

“Draco,” he corrected her, knitting his eyebrows together and sitting up. “You can call me Draco now.”

“Wow.” The word left her mouth more sarcastically than she would’ve liked. “Thank you...Draco.” His name was easy on the tongue. She could get used to saying it.

He offered her a small smile before finally standing up, giving Hermione the freedom she was never expecting from him.

Draco turned to leave, but not before Hermione grabbed his arm again.

“No, you idiot, I said we came here to get you to eat, and that’s exactly what we’re doing.”

final a/n: forget the whole “i’m keeping them in character” thing because i literally did not do that at all sorry. maybe i’ll do a second part because i’m a slut for two part stories but i already said i wasn’t going to but also....i kinda liked writing this. sorry if the fight scene was a little weird and unrealistic. also i couldn’t think of a house elf name because i got like 5 hours of sleep last night and don’t feel capable of any critical reasoning right now. also, my internet is down (woooo!) so if i don’t respond to you for some reason or if i don’t reply to comments it’s because i’m too busy living the simple life while i wait for my internet to figure itself out

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xxvanitasaestheticsxx · 6 years

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Unpopular Opinions: Kingdom Hearts Special Edition

As you noticed, I haven’t posted anything today because I am studying for my other exams for next week....literally on the day of E3 and I’m sad about that but it’s okay because my grades are way more important. So let's start off with my opinions.

1. Amano and Kanemaki SHOULD be the ones developing the characters since Nomura can’t do his job properly. In the novels and manga, the characters have a lot of depth of characterization and I love it. In the game, they are brushed to the side with an exception of Riku, Xehanort, Lea, Sora, Roxas, and Xion. He keeps adding in new characters into the series when Kairi or Vanitas or half of the organization needs proper development. After all, He's a decent character designer to me.

2. TAV (Terra, Aqua, and Ventus) is a forced friendship and very undeveloped

3. Re: Coded wasn’t needed at all

4. I love DDD’s gameplay

5. I don’t want no romance in KH series to be canon, not even my favorite ships unless it’s handled right properly. As much this is going to hurt me but I don’t want to Sokai to happen in KH3. It’s mainly not about the shipping wars but it’s mainly the fact Sora and Kairi friendship are very bland and undeveloped along with their romantic “relationship”. We are told by the games and some characters would simply say that Sora and Kairi like each other and how Kairi is special to Sora; it is all telling yet there’s no showing between them. We’ve never seen much interaction between them thanks to Kairi being thrown carelessly to the sidelines as always, the execution of their relationship is poorly written and the peak of their "relationship" happened during KHI and CoM then everything went to a rough direction in KHII. To be honest, I would be jealous of Soriku too because look at their friendship/ relationship and it took 7 installments to develop their friendship. That’s what I want with Sora and Kairi, I want to see Kairi and Sora develop a friendship first then you can add the little romance (if it’s done properly). It’s so annoying that they have to use the same scenes of Kairi and Sora in KH1 for the credits over and over again. Not only that, I am TIRED of Sokai being based off from Sora's perspective and I wish we could see from Kairi’s perspective. For example, the letter Kairi written for Sora during her training sessions breaks with Lea was so touching and cute. We need more insight from Kairi’s perspective and how she feels about it.

6. I want and need more colored characters in the series other than Xehanort and his incarnations

7. I don’t buy that Vanitas wants to be whole again with Ventus stuff because he was going to use Aqua as a backup to forge the X-blade in case Ventus ended up as a failure. He also tried to kill Ventus when they fought for the first time and Vanitas was more excited about the Keyblade War than being whole again. Maybe my perspective will probably change because Vanitas is being obsessive, controlling and desperate for Ven’s heart in the latest KH3 trailer.

8. Kairi and Riku need to interact more.

9. Ventus >>>>>>>>>>>>>> Roxas.

10. 358/2 doesn’t deserve the hate at all

11. I want more original female characters. There are only 11 original female characters in the series while there are 30-35 original male characters in the series. One girl and two boys trio is really annoying and I’m still pissed off that Larxene was the only female in the organization. Nomura said that he has difficulty writing female characters, which is bullshit to me since he could write a male character like Sora and change their gender to be female, blam! You have a female character with an awesome personality

12. KH2 story was horrible

13. If Riku was a girl, no one would be denying the chemistry between him and Sora. Sora willingly to protect Riku and Sora would do anything for him doesn't need to be sentimental however when Sora does those things for Kairi, nobody truly questions that he has feelings and love for Kairi. Why is it so different for Riku and Sora?

14. 0.2 Aqua>>>> BBS Aqua. Seriously, Aqua was so bland and boring in BBS and in 0.2, her character development was slowly progressing and it was based on her perspective too, which I loved.

15. All the original villains in the series are boring and Xehanort’s lackeys

16. Kairi should develop as a character first and associate with different characters than being in a relationship with Sora. Kairi should have her own particular experience and adventure without Sora and Riku, she needs her time to shine

17. I like Ansem SoD better than “indeeeeeeeeeeed” guy

18. Atlantica is enjoyable so fight me guys

19. Anyone denying that Roxas, Xion, and Namine won’t be in KH3 are setting themselves up for big dissapointment. The blank points, Re: Coded, DDD, heck and the interiews with Nomura hinted it.

20. Donald and Goofy should get Keyblades.

21. Gummi ships are the best

22. Demyx and Zexion are overhyped and i lowkey don’t like them

23. Roxas and Xion>>>>>> Sora and Kairi

24. The Sea-Salt ice-cream trio is far more better than Wayfinder and Destiny islands trio.

25. Young Xehanort and Time travel was not needed in the series

26. This is going to break my heart but Vanitas has no reason to be in KH3

27. The X-blade’s design is so fucking ugly, oml

28. CoM's battle system is fun

29. Larxene and Marly deserves better

30. I hate Namine’s theme song with a furry passion, her theme song makes me nauseous and annoyed for no reason. Everytime when I listen to the heores and heroines medley (Sora, Riku, Kairi, Namine, Roxas, Xion, Terra, Aqua, Ventus, and Vanitas) i aways skip her theme song

31. Too much plaid

32. I’m tired of characters looking like Sora or being connected to him

33. Don’t think twice>>>Sanctuary>>>Simple and clean

34. Saix is the worst Organization member and he needs a better role

35. Master Xehanort is so sexy, especially his bald head and wrinkly face

36. The black coats are overused and Vanitas along with Ansem SoD shouldn’t be wearing it.

37. Rokushi>> Soriku>> Sokai>> Vanven>>Teraqua>> dog shit>>>> Selena’s gomez singing career>>>>>>>>>>> pebble stones>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>.............>>>>>> Rokunami

38. Aqua is hot, Xion is cute, Namine is precious, Kairi is Kairi

39. Xion is the best witten female character in the series while Riku and Roxas are the best written male characters in the the series

40. I love Destiny's Embrace Keyblade design while i hate Void gear’s Keyblade design

That’s it for NOW

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restlessmaknae · 6 years

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Those damn words

The final part of my series called That damn thing we call love.

Part 1 :: Those damn boots :: Boy meets that damn thing we call love.

Part 2 :: Those damn lies :: Boy meets that damn thing we call heartbreak.

Part 3 :: Those damn smirks :: Boy meets that damn thing we call second chance.

Part 4 :: Those damn words :: Boy meets that damn thing we call confession.

Genre: fluff, comedy, slice of life, a bit of angst

Setting: high school!AU

Words: 12k

Main Characters: Jeon Jungkook x Park Miyeon (OC)

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Senior year was one hell of a ride.

Miyeon never thought that it would be this difficult, even though everyone kept saying that they have to prepare themselves for the worst. Yet, she didn’t want to think of it until she was there. Sadly, she was right there.

She was now one of those students who spent 9 hours at school a day, going to after school preparation classes after, getting home at 10pm and still studying for the next day. Her days seemed countless, the abyss of words, numbers and historical names were spinning in her head like a crazy tornado. She was lost in maps, schedules, Chinese characters, English listening tasks and all she could think about was the insecurity. What if she wouldn’t make it? What if she won’t do well and her future will be ruined? After all, her future depends on one single day.

People often called the CSATs the most merciless tests of all; they had to take the exams for all 5 subjects on one day, sitting 8 hours at the exam centre, waiting nervously for one to pass and another one to come. It was driving them crazy but they had to. It was what the society wanted them to do.

She learned to hate the system, the school, the subjects and even herself. It was the time of her life when she barely had time to recollect her thoughts at the end of the day without falling asleep. It was unbearable. She was constantly afraid of looking in the mirror, seeing a fragile girl who wanted so badly to fly high but her wings were cut off. She was nothing but a bird kept in her cage, unable to leave her responsibilities and worries.

The only thing that kept her alive was Jungkook. If he hadn’t been there for her, she swore she would have gone crazy. Amidst the black, terrifying darkness that wanted to seize her so many times, he was the one who grabbed her and led her to see the light again.

Because when two broken pieces come together, something unexpectedly wonderful would come out of it.

▌▌

Of course, senior year wasn’t all about life-changing decisions and stressful days. It was mostly about that but there were also some lovely moments that they shared together, despite all the hardships and pressure. Miyeon wanted to engrave all those memories in her heart and carry them with her when she goes to university. She wanted to remember all those delighted smiles, contagious laughs and unforgettable times.

The bowling competitions that Jungkook always won and the other boys couldn’t stop complaining because the golden maknae beat them again; the breaks between classes that were filled with Seokjin’s magnificent rice cakes and more than perfect spring rolls; the canteen talks when everyone’s weekends and afternoons were discussed and there wasn’t a time when Hoseok couldn’t give them a reassuring smile when they complained that they barely had time for themselves; the study sessions in the library when all of them were preparing for a test and seized the opportunity to study and spend some time together and all those afternoons or late night chat talks when they couldn’t sleep or kept themselves awake to study a little bit more and they all made their best to cheer each other up.

Her favourite moment was still that PE class when she didn’t have a jumper and they had to go outside to jog around the school’s building, Jungkook immediately coming to the rescue.

“Oh, you’re freezing!” his eyes widened in surprise when he caught sight of Miyeon who was literally shivering from the cold. It wasn’t that bad, though. It was only the beginning of November but she couldn’t bear chilly weather. Not at all. “Here, take my jumper!” he made an attempt to take off his favourite School ruined my life black hoodie but she grabbed his wrist in the progress.

“Don’t you dare, Jungkook! You’ll catch a cold if you don’t wear it.”

“I won’t,” he shrugged her hand off and finally got rid of his hoodie. A little bit of his abs was exposed while he was struggling to take it off and Miyeon looked away guiltily. Not like she didn’t see his bare skin before but she was still amazed at how masculine and good-looking his boyfriend was.

“I’m a tough guy, you know,” he boosted a proud smirk and her face slowly dissolved into a sheepish smile. Oh, she could give in only a short spare of time if it was something related to Jungkook. He had that effect on her. “But please, take it! I don’t want you to get sick, especially with the exams coming up,” he said lovingly and her heart fluttered at his words.

She was sure that she was the luckiest girl on Earth due to the fact Jeon Jungkook was her boyfriend and the more time they spent together, the deeper she had fallen for him. There wasn’t anything that she particularly disliked about this boy, everything was so right when it came to him. He was so pure, innocent and light-hearted but at times he could be cocky, playful and prominently cheeky. He had so many sides but he never – not even once - hurt her with his behaviour.

She swore that he wasn’t a human being. He was more like an angel that stuck on Earth and accidentally bumped into her. She had no idea how she was able to deserve his love but she made sure to let him know how thankful she was, so she gave a quick kiss on his luring lips.

“Jungkookie, I’m freezing, too!” Taehyung blurted out in a childish manner when he saw their cosy scene. Miyeon took a step back and bit her lower lip in embarrassment. Right, the boys were there, too. To be precise, the whole class was there as well. It was a PE class, after all. Oh boy, the presence of Jungkook literally makes me forget everything else.

“Sorry, I don’t have another jumper,” Jungkook turned to his friend, a bratty smile evident on his face.

“Please…” Taetae pleaded with his puppy eyes and the boys who joined them one by one burst into laughter when they heard his response.

“You’re not my girlfriend, so you can’t get my jumper.”

“I’m your friend, remember?” he huffed like a furious little kid who couldn’t get his favourite candy at the shop. The others couldn’t stop laughing beside them, Jimin even had to grab Yoongi’s shoulder in order to prevent himself from collapsing to the ground in between his contagious giggles.

“Looks like that doesn’t matter anymore,” Namjoon nudged his shoulder gently and everyone knew that it was just an act to tease him. Everyone knew that it wasn’t true, that’s what made the situation even more hilarious.

The boys had never complained that Jungkook put Miyeon over them as it wasn’t true. He spent as much time with them as he used to – the only thing that reduced the time that they could spend together was studying – and found a balance between his duty as a boyfriend and his role as a friend. It was fortunate that Miyeon got along well with the 6 dorks because this way, he could be with his buddies and his girlfriend at the same time. He was sure a lucky guy.

“I swear I’ll get a jumper for you for Christmas, okay? But right now, my girlfriend needs it more than you,” Jungkook reached out his hand and mushy or not, he made a pinky promise right then and there that he would buy a jumper for Taehyung for the next Christmas which wasn’t even far. The CSATs would take place on 17th November and Christmas was only a month later.

“I love how he emphasises the fact that Miyeon is his girlfriend. It’s so cute!” Hoseok put a hand over his heart, his reaction making the lovebirds slightly nervous but also thankful. They still couldn’t get used to how supportive the guys were and they had seen it as a real gift from the boys.

“Whenever I ask Miyeon about Jungkook’s whereabouts, she doesn’t say that ‘Jungkook has gone to the library’, no, she always says that ‘My boyfriend’s in the library.’ I guess they just want to make us feel worse since we don’t have girlfriends.”

“That’s not true,” the couple chorused in unison after Seokjin’s words.

“At least, we have no pressure as what to buy for our girlfriends for Christmas,” Taehyung shrugged his shoulder like it was nothing but his sentence struck them like lighting. The thought that Christmas was coming up in weeks didn’t seem to cross their mind amidst all that studying but they did their best to cover it up.

“You know what you’ll buy for me?” Miyeon raised an eyebrow in question but his boyfriend answered within a second.

“Of course!”

“Oh really? But it’s only the beginning of November.”

“If you hadn’t already noticed, I don’t like to procrastinate things,” he directed a smug smirk at her but in reality, he had no idea what he wanted to buy for her. And in reality, she was perfectly aware of that little fact that her boyfriend was lying. Nevertheless, she smiled softly and let him believe that she knew nothing.

Because until he only lied about such things, it didn’t really matter.

▌▌

The day before the CSATs was a nerve-wrecking one.

Something in Miyeon’s guts told her that it would be the best if she didn’t study more but she couldn’t resist the urge to go through her exercise books one last time. To make it easier, she turned off her phone, so that she could concentrate on the pages in front of her, instead of the adorable messages from the boys.

She was in the middle of re-reading some Chinese practice tests when she heard a knock on her door.

“Come in!” she shouted indignantly as a frown was making its way onto her face. Who would dare to interrupt her when she was studying for the exam of her life?

The sudden visitor opened the door so quietly that she wasn’t even sure that anyone had tried to come in. She turned her head to see who it was and her heart skipped a beat when she realised who was there to see her.

“Jungkook!” she squealed happily, her weary thoughts immediately replaced by a sudden jolt of gratitude. “What are you doing here?”

It wasn’t peculiar for her to see Jungkook in her room as they were officially together and after her parents also received the news, his visits became frequent again. She was lucky because her parents approved of her boyfriend and when he got there, they always greeted him like he was also the part of the family. Small wonder how he could show up at her door on such a day. Her mom must have let him in.

“You didn’t pick up your phone,” the boy pouted.

“I wanted to concentrate on studying, so I turned it off,” she explained and felt a bit guilty from the thought of making him worried.

“Ah, come on!” he came up to her and seized her book. She got up in an instant, getting ready for a fight to get her property back but Jungkook held it up above his head, so there was no way that she could reach it. Her frown deepened. She needed a back-up plan really quickly.

As she was tiptoeing for the book, an excellent idea popped out of her mind. She took a step back and waited for the boy’s reaction. As expected, he looked dumbfounded but didn’t lower the book, so she had no choice but to go through with the easiest method; tickling. She took the opportunity to use his confusion and playfully smacked him in the chest. It caught him off-guard and Miyeon could easily snatch the book from him.

“You’re so cunning.”

“Perhaps, I learned a thing or two from you,” she grinned childishly, making her boyfriend laugh. It was true that it was usually Jungkook who used such tricks on her but they spent enough time together, so she knew his weak points by then.

“Then, you could also learn that we don’t stay up late to study the day before the exam,” he said half-jokingly, although his voice was laced with concern.

“I know, I just feel like I need to−“

“You need to rest,” he cut her off and reached for the book again which she still held to her chest. The more he spoke, the easier it was for her to let go of that book. In the end, he could easily take hold of it and put it in her drawer. “You have to recharge your batteries and go to bed early, so that you can be relaxed tomorrow. Plus, it’s absolutely useless to revise everything today because you are already well-prepared.”

“I−“

“You are, Miyeon. Trust me. I know you and I know how hard you worked. You will do your best tomorrow and you will have wonderful results,” he protested as he tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

His eyes were shining with fragile fondness, the little stars on the sky of their love the indicators that he really cared for her. It wasn’t an act, he wanted the best for her and wouldn’t stop until she gave in. She knew it, she knew it all too well. Those months together taught her that one person can leave scars on the road of your soul that never seems to heal while others can leave innocent seeds that would eventually turn into a beautiful, resistant tree. The more they care for it, the more it grows.

After his soothing words, she dropped an agitated sigh and sat down at the edge of her bed. Jungkook soon emulated her action and slang an arm around her shoulder. She couldn’t deny that his affectionate words soothed her nerves a little but she was still shaking inside. What if something goes wrong? What if she won’t make it? Such doubts nestled into her mind and kept her in their rigid cage. No, everything will be just fine, she reminded herself while making an attempt to shake off the unwanted thoughts. It wasn’t easy but she tried her best. If Jungkook was there for her, she knew he would do anything to distract her. This time, she wouldn’t even mind it.

“It’s so weird that this will all end tomorrow,” she whispered while her fingers were toying with Jungkook’s fingers. His hand was prominently big compared to her small ones but she liked the sight of it because despite the apparent difference, they seemed like a perfect match. It was like they were made for each other. His hands in her hands, his skin to her skin, their hearts beating like one. Nothing seemed more perfect than that. “We will be over it. No more exhausting PE classes, no more canteen talks, no more classes with the same teachers and same students. It feels peculiar.”

“Change is not always a bad thing,” Jungkook pointed it out wisely and she couldn’t argue with that. However, she wasn’t sure that she was ready for such change.

“But I’m afraid of that change,” she admitted, nervously biting her lower lip. “Aren’t you?” she looked up at her boyfriend who was currently drawing tiny circles on the top of her hand.

Every single time he made physical contact, his touch triggered pleasant chills running down her spine. It was searing but not in a dangerous way, more like in an attractive way. It was almost like playing with fire; feeling the heat while knowing for sure that she won’t get hurt. Jungkook was the fire that could be passionate and gentle at the same time. She wasn’t afraid to get closer to it.

Her melancholic tone echoed through the silence of the room. For a minute, she could hear nothing, except the lovely melody of their heartbeat. Maybe for someone else, it could be heard as crazy cacophony but for her, it was the most beautiful lullaby.

“I am,” Jungkook cleared his throat but his voice was barely audible.

“You don’t seem like you’re afraid.”

“I know,” he nodded. “It’s hard for me to express my feelings well but I’m afraid, too. Mostly because of the boys,” he confessed, his eyes suddenly filled with grief. His orbs always reminded her of the peaceful waves in the ocean which mildly crashed against the nearby shore, unlike the others which were wrathful and merciless. Now, if she looked into those jet-black holes, she couldn’t miss out on their mournful glistening.

“Are you afraid that you will drift apart?”

“Yes,” he hummed. His voice was so fragile, it hurt for her to hear him like that.

She knew that most of them had chosen a different path. Yoongi wanted to be an interior designer, Hoseok a human resources manager, Seokjin a business manager, so that he could open up his own restaurant one day and wouldn’t face financial difficulties. Namjoon wished to study psychology while Taehyung and Jimin were interested in teaching – especially primary school students -, the grinning angel as a History teacher and the latter as a PE teacher. Jungkook hesitated concerning his future goals because he was quite self-conscious, despite the fact that he was good at almost everything. In the end, he opted for computer engineering because it would allow him to make lots of money and still have time to teach dancing for kids as he always wanted to. Last but not least, Miyeon wanted to be an interpreter because her enthusiasm and skills for both English and Chinese motivated her to choose this path.

All in all, it was obvious that they would attend different universities – luckily, they would all still stay in Seoul – but she knew that it shouldn’t be a problem. Nevertheless, she wanted to ease his worry, so she started talking about her experiences regarding drifting apart.

“When Taeyeon said that she would like to be an exchange student, I encouraged her without giving much thought. As soon as I got home, I broke down in tears. I realised what I would miss if she wasn’t beside me and it hurt like hell. It hurt even more when she left. But eventually, things got easier and it didn’t hurt that much. People get used to missing others. People come and go but as they leave their traces in our lives, we also live our traces in their lives.”

Her words were followed by an inexplicable silence. It wasn’t embarrassing or unpleasant though, it just felt odd. It was like a resigned goodbye. They were perfectly aware of the fact that life was always like this; it was a mysterious ballroom full of people who knew that they may never see each other again, some came on their own, some in the arms of their lover but there was one thing that was common in all cases: they were all there for a reason. Just sometimes they didn’t know the reason themselves.

“Now, you’ll be the one who goes somewhere else,” Jungkook drew another sigh as he thought of the following year.

“That’s right,” she gulped nervously. Even if it was painful, it was her life now; her future, her destiny. She couldn’t do anything besides accepting her fate. “Taeyeon says that it’s totally okay and we’ll still talk but I know it’ll be hard. I will be a university student while she will be a senior and it won’t be an easy thing to arrange dates for us to meet up,” she murmured, a sorrowful sigh escaping her mouth. “But we’ll try our bests. Because that’s what we do; we fight for those who we love,” she made an attempt to give him a warm smile but it was barely a flinch.

She was uncertain, worried and undeniably terrified. Even though she would still live and study in Seoul, she knew it won’t be easy to adapt to the new environment, getting to know new people, new professors and different learning methods. This year, she couldn’t even speak to Taeyeon as much as they used to do because she studied so much. Moreover, Baekhyun was there for her when she wasn’t, so Taeyeon couldn’t complain that she felt lonely. Without a doubt, love can change friendships, too.

Miyeon started fidgeting in his arms as another thought flew across her mind. It was screaming in her head for so long, she knew it was time they talked it through. She took a deep breath and asked as seriously as possible.

“What about us?”

“Us?”

“Yeah, you know,” she bit her lower lip as she wasn’t sure what she wanted to hear. Yet, her boyfriend gently patter her head, his silence an encouragement for her to continue. “We’ll attend different universities and have different schedules. I’m really afraid what will happen to our relationship,” she stuttered, her voice almost as shaky as her heart.

She knew that university didn’t mean that her life would end and all her relationships would come to an end. Nonetheless, even her parents couldn’t deny when she asked them that it’s the time of her life when relationships tend to change. Love can change, too. Despite the fact that she trusted Jungkook with all her heart, she wanted to give him freedom, so that when he goes to university, he wouldn’t have to spend all his time with her. On the other hand, she didn’t want him to think that she wanted to push him away either.

Miyeon knew that he also had a say in this, that’s why she asked him. And his response couldn’t have been more reassuring.

“We’ll make it work, Miyeon,” he claimed confidently. “I promise that together, we’ll get through this, too. We’ve overcome so many hardships, I can’t let university stand in our way,” he shook his head fervently and his reaction made her heart leap.

At times like this, she was sure that this boy was a miracle. No matter what happened, he always fought for them, he always fought for her. Even when he had difficulties, he made sure that his tenseness wouldn’t affect her. She had to make him see that she wanted to be there as well. And slowly, as trust started to break down the walls between them, he let her see the side of him that only some people were allowed to see. The more she saw the fragility of this boy, the more she was in love with him.

“Pinky promise?” she held out her hand, her lips raising into a childish smile. Jungkook interlocked their fingers without further hesitance.

“Pinky promise,” he boosted that smirk of his that was seriously beyond words and slowly kissed her on her forehead.

She found heat crawling up her skin while her nerves were beginning to fray. Even her cheeks flamed up at his affectionate skinship but Jungkook always had this effect on her. She tried to cover up her embarrassment, so she laughed it off.

“We are so pathetic, aren’t we?” she giggled, looking down at their intertwined pinkies. It’s a promise that can never be broken, they said. Oh, how she wished it would be true for them, too.

They soon broke into little fists of laughter and it was one of those moments that she wanted to keep for herself so badly. She wanted to remember this special day, this special conversation. It’s true that there was nothing extraordinary concerning their little heart-to-heart talk because there were hundreds of others like this one but still… It was their moment.

“Jungkook?” she poked him on his forearm to get his attention. He averted his eyes back to her, his orbs filled with the most beautiful shooting starts that she had ever seen.

“Yes, babe?” he asked, making her slightly cringe. She found a liking to be called by her new nickname.

“I’m the luckiest girl on Earth to have a boyfriend like you.”

Her sudden confession caught him off-guard but nevertheless, he was thankful for sure. He struggled to say something for a second but then, his lips curved into an ethereal smile.

“What would I do without you?” he sighed, pulling her closer to his chest, so that she could hear as their hearts were beating together in perfect harmony.

I hope our promise can never be broken either.

▌▌

The day had come.

She had already woken up when her morning alarm broke the utter silence of the room. She slammed her hand on it but she was so nervous, she almost pushed it off her bedtable. She swiftly put on her school uniform and after she had put her hair up into a strict ponytail, she stayed in front of the mirror for one more minute. It was the last time she had to wear her school uniform and it suddenly felt so saddening. She couldn’t run away now, the day that they all dreaded for most of their life had arrived after all. It was now or never.

“I wish I could go back to enjoy just one more day at school,” Miyeon murmured under her breath and gave her reflection one last nod before she headed downstairs.

Her parents were already waiting for her in the kitchen and her mum even made her favourite tuna mayo kimbab with rice, just to make sure that she could start her big day right with enough energy and the sufficient amount of nutrition. She had to force herself to eat because she didn’t have an appetite as her stomach churned with worry every single time she remembered what day was it.

After breakfast, her mom packed even more food for her but in the end, it was her dad who gave her a lift to school along with Chanyeol who was still trying to stifle yawns. He had to get up earlier if he didn’t want to miss the opportunity to cheer for his sister who was nervous as hell.

“I got up at 6am even though I don’t have school today because I wanted to perk you up but I don’t think I’m doing a good job,” he pouted like a little kid and looked at Miyeon who chuckled feebly in response.

“I really, really appreciate your effort, Yeollie, but there’s nothing that could make me feel at ease right now. When you take your CSATs next year, you will understand why I feel the way I do.”

“Really?” he raised an eyebrow in question, a sly smirk insinuatingly appearing on his face. “Even my aegyo can’t?” he wiggled his eyebrows and if it hadn’t been the day of her exams, she would have chortled at his reaction but she wasn’t in the mood at the moment.

“Nope.”

“Don’t be sad, no no no. You’re not alone, no no no. You always became a light for me,” he sang the iconic No No No by Apink at the top of his lungs but the worst of all was the fact that he sang it with his high-pitched voice. The whole situation was beyond hilarious because Chanyeol was so into singing that he didn’t take notice of his surroundings, thus he didn’t realise when they finally arrived at their school.

Miyeon glimpsed at their dad sideways who managed to keep his cool but he couldn’t hide that his lips curved into a bashful smile and a shade of light pink tinted his cheeks. It was a song that was known by him, too, because it was her favourite song some years ago and whenever they went to a karaoke bar, she whined annoyingly until she couldn’t sing it.

Now that she heard it in Chanyeol’s performance, it somehow seemed so ridiculous but exceptionally entertaining. Consequently, she couldn’t keep her composure in check, she immediately burst into laughter. That’s when his father gave in as well.

“Oh, please, stop!” she demanded in between laughs but his brother continued on singing his heart out.

“Hold my hand, come and lean on me. I’ll always be your strength.”

“I didn’t know that my son is such a passionate singer,” their dad giggled while he was trying to find a free parking spot in the crazy hustle-bustle around the school.

The whole street was buzzing, everyone was going up and down, concerned parents were giving their kids one last hug before the students went into the school building and Miyeon caught sight of several police officers who were on duty at the scene. The government’s priority was to make sure that the CSATs would take place without any bothersome incidents, so this year their tightened their security.

“The point is that I could make Miyeon smile with my singing skills which she didn’t believe that I would be able to do,” he puffed his chest out in pride.

“Yeah, you’re right,” she nodded in submission. “And thank you so much for your little performance, I really enjoyed it,” she complimented and gave her brother a quick peck on his cheeks. Chanyeol’s jaw dropped upon the way she decided to indicate how thankful she was and despite being the blabbermouth, this time he couldn’t manage a single sentence out.

When he finally scooped himself up and opened his mouth to say something, his father cut him off.

“It’s time, honey,” he reminded her tenderly and got out of the car to open the door for her. Miyeon dropped an anxious sigh and literally forced herself to skip out of the vehicle.

“Good luck, Noona!” his brother followed them outside and gave her a big bear hug. She felt safe in his hands, knowing that no matter what happens, he will always be there for her. His presence was reassuring and although the tenseness of the following hours were weighing down on her, she felt at ease until he didn’t let her go. “I know you can make it! You’re the best,” he whispered into her ears, affectionately stroking her hair like he was the older and she was the younger who needed to be taken care of.

“Thank you,” she gulped, struggling to hold back her tears.

When it was time to say goodbye for real, she swore she saw as her father was trying to wipe a tear away with the back of his hand. She assumed that the resemblance between her first day of school and this day – the last day of school – set him on edge as well.

When her dad gave her a lift on the first day of primary school, Chanyeol also accompanied them, holding her hand like he never wanted to let her go. He was curious to see how his sister steps into the big world of studying, so he went with them. Even if she wanted to, she couldn’t forget what he said then.

“No matter where you go, Miyeon-ah, I’ll always be with you,” he patted her head and boosted a proud grin. “You can always find me there,” he pointed to her T-shirt but when she looked down, she realised that he didn’t mean the flower pattern on her shirt but he pointed to her heart.

The lovely memory got her back on track and gave her a definite push to head to the classroom where she would take her exam. As they were divided up into groups in alphabetical order, she had to sit for the exam with Jimin, Yoongi and some other guys who were closer to the squad – such as Jinyoung – but she obviously searched for those irresistible, jet-black eyes and that bunny smile of his.

No sooner had she found him that someone pulled her closer and wrapped his arms around her waist. Jungkook’s sweet scent immediately wafted through her nose and filled her lungs. She loved to breathe in his scent – the relaxing vanilla and mesmerizing cinnamon – because it felt like home. He felt like home.

“Did you have enough sleep, babe?” he whispered with hushed voice and earned a jealous glare from Jimin who was walking towards the couple. On his right, there was Yoongi who could barely keep his eyes open. It was probably not because he studied until late at night but she assumed that it was because the day of the exam shortened his hours devoted to sleep.

“I did. And you?”

“Me too,” Jungkook smiled down at her and planted his lips on hers. She melted into his quick yet passionate kiss and forgot about everything around them. That was only until Jimin showed up and huskily started prattling.

“Looking at them, I really wish I could have a girlfriend right now. She would also hug me from behind and ask if I had enough sleep. Or she would bake something for me,” he babbled dreamily, his eyes staring far ahead. Yoongi scowled and looked at him like he didn’t know the guy beside him. He was certain that it wasn’t Park Jimin. If yes, then he wasn’t his friend.

“Did someone mention baking?” a soft male voice asked behind them and Miyeon didn’t have to turn around to know who had just arrived.

Kim Seokjin was grinning like a mischievous little kid, holding a huge food box in his hands, adamantly clutching it to his chest. Some of their classmates gave him disapproving looks as he was manoeuvring himself through the crowd to get to the rest of the squad. Namjoon, Taehyung and Hoseok accompanied him by both sides but all of them looked less enthusiastic and more anxious than him.

“Oh gosh, finally! Here’s my saviour!” Jimin placed his hands on his chest in relief when he caught sight of his friend. To be precise, his friend’s food box. “Perhaps, you’ve baked something for us, right?” he raised an eyebrow in question, a cautious smile spreading across his lips.

“Of course! There’s no way that you could do well without my magnificent hotteoks!” he stated wittily and handed out some pancakes for all of them. Miyeon was a bit taken aback by the fact that Seokjin even had time to cook before their big day but maybe that’s how he relieved his stress. Come to think of it, she spent her whole afternoon talking with Jungkook and since Seokjin didn’t have a girlfriend to keep her company, maybe that was his way to prepare himself for the exam of his life.

“Everyone just calm down, okay?” Hoseok suddenly blurted out and he looked so frantic that Namjoon felt a need to place a sympathetic hand on his shoulder.

“I think you need to calm down the most from all of us.”

“Yeah, eat your rice cake, Hobi!” the eldest suggested gleefully. Everyone knew that Hoseok tried to look manly and cool all the time but he was the first to get scared when it came to such situations. Nevertheless, they were always there for him and if they stayed with him, he believed that everything will be just fine.

Namjoon cleared his throat to get everyone’s attention and when Taehyung stopped looking into space and Hoseok finally managed to avoid biting his nails, he solemnly clapped his hands.

“Guys, remember that if you mess up, the world won’t end. You have to take the CSATs one more time but you will have another chance. However, I know everyone’s going to do well, so you don’t need to worry! Life is full of tests and trials and although it is an important one, it’s not our first and not even our last fight. And because we are together, we are stronger. You know what we always say,” he playfully winked and everyone – including Miyeon – already knew the answer to his question.

“Teamwork makes the dream work.”

Their motto echoed through the hall and filled the lockers, filled the silence and filled their hearts.

“That’s right, guys. Now, let’s do well! Everyone, hwaiting!” he raised his arms into the air, his hands balled into fists. Everyone emulated his action and repeated his words in a festive manner.

Consequently, Miyeon suddenly felt like she was a part of the army which was ready for war. Whereas, she was delighted to fight along such brave and warm-hearted soldiers. She wouldn’t change them for the world.

▌▌

As the saying goes, Christmas comes but once a year.

Miyeon was honestly so thankful that she didn’t have to survive two Christmas-like occasions in the same year because she had enough problem with finding the most suitable present for everyone once. For starters, she didn’t even have a single idea regarding Jungkook’s present, let alone all her relatives’ and the boys’. As she wasn’t particularly fond of procrastinating things, she made an attempt to buy everything weeks before Christmas but she ended up purchasing them in the last minute.

She had almost one month after the CSATs to get ready for the holidays but in the first weeks, she didn’t do anything except sleep and spend as much time as possible with the boys, her wonderful boyfriend, her lovely brother or her best friend. She finally felt like she had time for herself as she didn’t have to study until late at nights and it felt unknowingly relaxing. A sudden spike of guilt sometimes ran through her when she was watching a romantic drama or reading a book because it was so obvious that her duty was to study. On the other hand, being free was something that she couldn’t afford for a long time, so she was glad to enjoy such lazy days.

“Honey, Jungkook is here!” her mom shouted from the kitchen while she was working diligently in her room, wrapping up Taehyung’s present in cute, Christmas-style paper.

“One sec,” she exclaimed, putting her tongue out in concentration as she put on a snowflake sticker on the boy’s box. She dropped a weary sigh and deftly put the present in a bag with a satisfied grin on her face. She hoped that they would all like her gifts because she had a hard time choosing for them, although she knew them for more than a year now.

Miyeon seized all the things she needed and sneaked a last glance at her figure in the mirror before hurrying down the stairs, getting ready to meet with Jungkook.

The boy was wearing his favourite Timberland boots, black ripped jeans and a fluffy, beige sweater, the one that she had bought for him last Christmas. She felt a blush staining her cheeks pink when she realised that he did it on purpose. Otherwise, he wouldn’t boost such a guileful smile.

“Hey!” he bent down to place a light kiss on her forehead. “You sure have a lot of presents!”

“I do,” she chuckled. “Can you help me carry the bowl my mom put on the table? She baked gingerbread for the boys and I don’t want to exaggerate but she baked a lot,” she emphasised the word because seriously, her mum packed three times the amount she thought that would be perfectly enough for them.

“Sure. My mom also sent some cupcakes with me.”

“Oh gosh, we will get so fat this Christmas!” she joked, a chortle escaping her rosy-coloured lips.

“Never mind,” Jungkook shrugged his shoulders and waved his hands, indicating that he didn’t care about such things. “Even if you are 110 or 330 lbs, I don’t care. I still like you the way you are,” he confessed, making her face turn scarlet-red. His compliment sent warm shivers down her spine and she found herself trembling, bathing in his endless affection. “Still, you need to eat a lot! I don’t want you to lose weight again!” he poked her nose in fondness but his tone was anything but playful. He cared for her like a loving boyfriend would do and she couldn’t be thankful enough for his courtesy.

Miyeon blushed deeply as she was listening to him because she felt like she was being admonished. However, it wasn’t anything like that. He merely wanted to make sure that she wouldn’t skip meals and lose as much weight as she did when she was preparing for the CSATs. She devoted all her time to study and solemnly had appetite, therefore, she had lost several pounds but after all the hustle-bustle with the exams, she was gaining weight again, so he didn’t need to worry.

“I won’t,” she promised sheepishly, making him feel at ease.

Jungkook casually slang his arm around her shoulder, pulling his girlfriend closer. His close proximity was warm and reassuring like a chilly night beside the fireplace. His love was the fire itself, his little compliments and actions the flames that would set their relationship on fire, making sure that it wouldn’t get burnt down or go out. He was the light for her and the warmth that it produced. Every single time her heart was beginning to get frosty, he would melt it down with only a touch of his hand, a soothing word or one of those little things that always reminded her the she was loved.

After all, it wasn’t always a bad thing to get close to the fire.

▌▌

Half an hour later, after a joyful bus ride, they finally arrived at the Kim’s house which was decorated with lovely Christmas festoon lights and garlands around the window and door frames. On top of that, they even had a wonderful outdoor tree! The whole house was so pretty and cosy, Miyeon couldn’t wait to step into the hall.

Jungkook confidently knocked on the door three times before the host appeared with a cheerful smile on his face and a fuzzy brown reindeer antlers headband on his head.

“Yay, even more cookies!” Seokjin clapped enthusiastically, immediately shooing them into the warm hall. The smoky winter air was replaced by cinnamon and apple scented candles and the remarkable smell of baked goods. Overall, the homey atmosphere was filled with joy, love and care. “I thought nobody would bring dessert, so I prepared a lot,” the boy giggled whole-heartedly while helping them with their boxes and clothes.

“How many?” Miyeon inquired, tiptoeing behind his boyfriend who busied himself with putting on their coats on the coatrack.

“3. I made maejakgwa, mochi rice cake and red velvet snowballs. And yes, if I failed to mention, we also have yuja tea and dessert punch with persimmon, cinnamon and ginger.”

“Wow, hyung, you are really something.”

“I know,” he wittily rolled his eyes. “But since I’m the host, I have to make the most out of this Christmas lunch, right?” he winked playfully, his bright smile never leaving his face. His festive mood was seriously contagious; she immediately found herself grinning with him, curiously looking around herself.

Upon seeing her enthusiasm, Seokjin gave her a little tour around the house since she had never been there before. It wasn’t peculiar, though. They knew each other but they mostly hang out at school, in the city centre or at Taehyung’s house whose parents were literally the most adorable couple on Earth. They loved their squad like family and they even acted the same when she was around. Although she wasn’t their son’s girlfriend, she was always welcomed.

“I need to have a look at the turkey but you will find the boys at the living room, so just feel yourself at home!” Seokjin announced a couple of minutes later and shifted his attention to Miyeon. Honestly speaking, she was quite nervous amidst all those beautiful decorations and the totally unknown environment but she nodded anyway and let Jungkook take the lead.

His boyfriend blandly led her to the living room where all the other guys were waiting for them – or perhaps the food – to arrive. On the way to the noisy room, he suddenly pulled her closer, lacing their fingers together. She looked at him sideways, just to catch sight of a small smile forming on his lips. He was such an overprotective boyfriend, even at times like this.

“Miyeon-ah!” Hoseok hollered and almost scarred the hell out of Yoongi who was beside him, totally spaced out. Unbeknownst to him, his friend gave him a deadly glare as a warning.

“Hey, I don’t even get a hello?” Jungkook snorted slightly, making the older boys snicker in amusement. It was so fun to tease him.

“Sorry, Jungkookie. Then, let’s start again! Welcome, Park Miyeon and Jeon Jungkook! My name is Jung Hoseok. How may I help you?”

“Actually, you can help me eat the gingerbread my mum had made,” Miyeon suggested as she took a seat beside Taehyung who gave her a high-five. God knows why he motioned such a childish gesture but she had to admit that almost from the moment she met him, she grew to like his infantile nature. There was no need for justification, he was adorable.

“Did someone mention gingerbread?” Seokjin shouted from the kitchen.

“Yummy!” Jimin ran his tongue around his lips like he was already hungry.

“No way, guys!” the host protested fervently when he arrived with a pot of steaming soup and put it on the table. Everyone swiftly took their seats and moved from the couch to the dining table, earning an approving thumbs-up from the chef. “You will need to eat the lunch first and then can the dessert come.”

“You’re such a killjoy!” Taehyung pouted but Seokjin merely stuck his tongue out at him. After all, no one could blame him as he was the one who had devoted his morning to cook for 8 people and bake 3 types of cookies for them. Perfectionist he was, he put all his effort into this celebration but didn’t want to start the lunch right away.

“Would someone like to say a toast?”

“How about all of us saying a few words?” Namjoon looked around, waiting for the others’ reaction. Yoongi was the first to counter his intentions.

“No, I didn’t sign up for this!”

“Ah come on, you can say a few nice words to your friends once a year!” Hoseok nudged his shoulder, his trademark grin displaying on his face. Maybe it was his bright mood or perhaps Yoongi realised that he was being a bit too harsh on his friends but he gave in a couple of seconds later.

“Alright. Then, I’ll start,” he cleared his throat. A moment of silence followed his words, everyone anticipating his confession. He wasn’t the type to just voice out his feelings, he was fond of keeping it all to himself. For this reason, they were on tenterhooks to learn how he actually felt.

“So, you guys all know that I can’t express myself well,” he admitted gingerly. A solemn yet hopeful atmosphere fell upon the room, the boys’ silence a push for him to continue what he had started. “I tend to act strong but I’m actually weak. I know I still lack a lot but I want you to know that I’m always thankful that you are with me. You are like my second family. I couldn’t be who I am today if it wasn’t for your affection and acceptance,” he acknowledged with a hushed voice, his words leaving a sentimental aftertaste.

The boys couldn’t cover up their bewilderment, Taehyung’s jaw dropped and Jungkook’s eyes widened like he didn’t want to believe his own eyes. As far as Miyeon was concerned, a sudden jolt of warmth simmered through her body, filling up her cells and melting her heart. “Thank you everyone for staying with me this year! Merry Christmas!” he wrapped up his speech with a thankful smile, leaving no choice for his friends but to tremble with gratitude.

“Oh, that was so touching” Hoseok put his hand over his heart, testifying that he was truly dumbfounded. The others nodded in agreement but Yoongi didn’t want to be in the spotlight anymore, so he asked for the next volunteer.

“Next?”

“Chimchim!”

“Since I’m so popular here, I’ll go next,” Jimin chortled when he heard Taehyung’s exclaim, a bit of a blush making its way onto his face. He ruffled his coal-black hair in embarrassment before he managed to scoop himself up and started speaking. “I’m so happy to spend this afternoon with you. I think Christmas is a magical time and it always reminds me that I’m lucky to have such friends. Not just you, guys, but you too, Miyeon-ah,” he averted his eyes to the girl who gathered the ends of her hair and crossed it over her face. She was sure that her cheeks were already burning. The boys couldn’t help but giggle at her endearing reaction. As expected, Jungkook came to the rescue and gave her a reassuring squeeze on her hand before Jimin could share his wish with them. “I hope we can stay together like this for a long time. Maybe forever is too much to ask but for a long, long, long time,” he accentuated, his eyes hinting at his honesty.

Hoseok was already in high spirits when they got together but Jimin’s speech boosted his eagerness, so he was the next to share his thoughts with them.

“I’m sure of it,” he commented on his friend’s last words. He was so confident, nobody dared to question his desire. “We are friends for more than 7 years now and I wouldn’t change those years for anything. We were always able to give strength for each other and I think we are even stronger since we have a lady on the team,” he winked at Miyeon who had already freed her hair but felt a need to cover his face again. “I wish you all a holly jolly Christmas and never forget that I love you,” he shaped a heart with his hands and laughter erupted when he did some aegyo, too. Jungkook wouldn’t let the chance slip to tease him.

“So mushy!” he rolled his eyes like he was ashamed of his mate but deep down everyone knew that he wasn’t.

This was an evidence for the value of their friendship. They could mock each other without anyone getting upset and they could be themselves without anyone looking down on them for their behaviour. Friendship consisted of bare souls connecting to each other in the most beautiful yet most inexplicable way. There were no mirrors, walls or masks; there were only touches, nerves and hands. Friendships never asked for a lot; only when the parties involved gave their all could it fully bloom.

They fell into a comfortable silence until Hoseok squinted at Seokjin who was sitting beside him, motioning him to speak up. He was more than happy to accede to his request.

“I honestly love Christmas the most out of all holidays,” he started, donning such a gorgeous grin that Miyeon questioned why he was still single. Not that Seokjin was more handsome than his boyfriend because it was impossible for her to see other guys more attractive than Jungkook, but it was a fact that he was good-looking. Plus, he could cook and take care of others well. What else do you need in a boyfriend?

“Not because I can try out new recipes but because we always spend it together. As the oldest, I always think of you as my little brothers and since we met Miyeon, I also try to do my best to take care of our lovely Miyeon like she was my little sister. And even though you mock me a lot, I’m proud to be the eldest,” he puffed his chest out and she felt the basic sincerity of his words. “Last but not least, I hope you will like the lunch and also my presents. Merry Christmas, everyone!” he fidgeted in his chair, clapping enthusiastically like a 4 year old kid would do on his birthday party. Nevertheless, the boys appreciated his words and wished him the same in unison.

It was time Namjoon gave another psychology lesson, so it came as no surprise when he took his turn.

“We have gone through a lot this year. We were diligently preparing for the exams which we could successfully wrap up, so we deserve some rest now. On the contrary, we all know that it’s still not the end of our obstacles because they always come yet they always go. We have a lot to learn, a lot to prove, a lot to give and a lot to receive. I wish to experience it with all of you, so that we could help each other to become a better person and a better friend.”

As there was no hint of amusement in his voice, everyone stayed silent for a minute. His words were wise and represented the blunt reality. There was no use of disagreeing with him because all he said was true and it was what made them speechless. Reality scared them.

Namjoon was the first who wanted to break the silence and that’s why he nudged Taehyung’s shoulder to show that he wanted him to be the next. The messy-haired guy’s chestnut-brown eyes suddenly lit up and shined with fondness. There was only one thing that could trigger him to react like that; when he talked about his family.

“My father said that walking with a friend in the dark is better than walking alone in the light,” he paused and pondered for a thought. Then, he continued like nothing had happened. “He was right. I can fool around when you’re around and I can be the real me without being ashamed. Thanks for putting up with my weird personality! I know you all take care of me, even though you sometimes whine or roll your eyes at me. And I also try to take care of you but sometimes you can’t even see it. But I hope later, you will see it, too,” he bit his lower lip coyly.

Miyeon was taken aback by his timid behaviour because he wasn’t usually like that but she blamed it on the seriousness of the situation. This conversation ended up being way more heartfelt than she would have guessed at first.

“We see it, Tae, and we are really thankful to you. Don’t ever doubt that!” Namjoon slang his arm around his friend’s shoulder, ruffling the younger guy’s hair affectionately.

“Next one?” Taehyung looked around, searching for the ones who still hadn’t poured out their hearts yet. He seemed relieved after he had said out the words that were stuck in his throat.

“Jungkookie,” Hoseok cheered loudly, earning a sheepish smile from the guy.

Jungkook nervously played with their intertwined fingers while he was searching for the right words to say. She pursed her lips, examining the state-of-the-art boy who was at a loss for words. Usually, he was her compass; he showed her the way and guided her through the darkness. Whenever she needed an anchor to stay steady, he became one. Without asking him, he always knew what to say and now, he was the one who sat there, sinking into his chair, holding her hand tightly. No word could escape his mouth.

“You guys supported me from the very start,” he mumbled after a minute of unbreakable silence. His voice carried an enigmatic air that chilled her to the bones. “Even when I didn’t believe in myself, you taught me how to accept who I am and how should I stand out for what I want. You didn’t judge me nor leave me when things got hard. I still have a lot to learn but thanks to you, it seems less frightening,” he confessed, looking straight at the steaming pot on the table. Everyone knew that it wasn’t because he was rude or because that’s how he tried to cover up his lies. It was merely because he wasn’t used to opening up. “I hope we can continue to be as great friends as we are now. Merry Christmas, guys!” he finished with a tiny little smile. His beautiful jet-black eyes were all the lights on the Christmas tree, shining brightly and fondly. One couldn’t get enough of looking into them because in every minute they showed something new, something more.

“No words for Miyeon?” Yoongi furrowed his eyebrows in question, making his doubt clear.

“I want to talk to her in private,” he responded coyly. Miyeon had no idea what he was up to and looked away in embarrassment. Her cheeks were burning like the vanilla-scented candles on the table.

“Oh, I sense a confession!” Jimin cooed and the others soon joined in.

“Our lovebirds!”

“I swear they are the cutest couple I’ve ever met!”

“They make me feel lonelier than I usually am,” Yoongi murmured sulkily. Upon seeing his reaction, the boys immediately erupted in laughter. Taehyung laughed so hard that he almost shed a tear while Seokjin patted Yoongi’s shoulder to show his most sincere sympathy.

“Miyeon, would you like to add something?”

Namjoon’s question caught her off-guard as she wasn’t prepared to give a speech. She thought that it was the boy’s little heart-to-heart talk, despite the fact that she was also mentioned several times. Nonetheless, she didn’t think that she would have to share her thoughts but she did it anyway. It turned out to be a bit rushed and she didn’t even know if it was a jumble of words or her lips formed actual words but it was time she thanked the guys for their love and care.

“I honestly feel like I’m the luckiest girl on Earth to have met you, guys. You always act so naturally with me, even though I’m your friend’s girlfriend and guys don’t usually accept their friend’s girlfriend.”

“We are gentlemen, aren’t we?” Hoseok wiggled his eyebrows.

“Yes, you are,” she chuckled, her lips curving into an ethereal smile. “Your behaviour didn’t change when we broke up with Jungkook and I’m really thankful for that. It couldn’t have been easy for you,” she suddenly shifted her gaze away in shame. She didn’t intend to broach up the topic but the words had already slipped out of her mouth when she realised that it wasn’t a good idea.

“Yah, Park Miyeon!” Seokjin exclaimed fervently, making her slightly jump in surprise. “Don’t you dare to think that we don’t like you and we only bear the sight of you because of Jungkookie! You are a lovely lady and a supporting friend, so I don’t want to hear another sentence like that!”

“O-okay,” she stuttered. Her eyes were widened in shock. Without a doubt, Seokjin’s overprotective mommy side showed up again and she definitely didn’t see that coming. She needed another second before she could get herself back on track and continue her monologue. “So the thing is that I’m really happy to be in your squad and be here with you today. You’ve helped me a lot with your constant support and cheerful messages, so I feel like it’s already a gift that I can spend this special day with you. Merry Christmas!”

The moment she finished her speech, the guys’ wishes filled the room and echoed back from the walls. It didn’t take long to found herself in their affectionate, big group hug. Needless to say but she didn’t need to think about it twice; it was her best Christmas ever.

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After the wishes and speeches, the lunch was served and all of them ate well. Seokjin was undoubtedly a super talented chef, his menu was definitely appetizing and extremely delicious. He prepared seaweed soup, roasted turkey with rice and wok vegetables and the already mentioned desserts; red velvet snowballs, maejakgwa and mochi rice cake. On top of that, he did it without any help because his parents spent their Christmas Eve with their friends who lived in Gimhae, so they already left in the morning. Not to mention that he specifically wanted to make it on his own, so he was lucky that his parents let him.

After lunch, it was time for presents! Everyone was buzzing and repeating the same – they hoped that the others will be happy when they receive it. Miyeon bought a pink apron for Seokjin, a psychological book - Demian by Herman Hesse - for Namjoon, scented candles for Yoongi, a fluffy scarf for Jimin, a mug for Hoseok with the caption ‘Fluent in the language of dance’, an anime collection for Taehyung and an art sketchbook for Jungkook with an aesthetic iron. Luckily, everyone seemed to like their presents and she even received a long, thankful kiss from her boyfriend who was yearning after a new sketchbook for so long.

The guys bought together for the couple and she would be lying if she said that she expected a totally ordinary gift. Yet, she couldn’t say a single word when she unwrapped the box with Jungkook. A moment later, they both broke into little fists of laughter.

“Whose idea was it?” Jungkook raised his eyebrows, a grin evident on his face.

“Mine,” Seokjin raised his hand in an instant. Apparently, he was proud because he puffed his chest out. “But aren’t they cute?” he whimpered, looking at the couple pyjama set in admiration. They got the same checkered set with a long-sleeved shirt and pants and the only difference was in their colours; her pyjama was red and his was blue.

Jungkook’s present was the last but it was the icing on the cake. Her boyfriend printed lots of pictures about them – some of them she had already seen and some which she had never seen before – and put them in an aesthetic, hand-made photo album. The pictures showed both the most beautiful and most difficult moments of their relationship, small wonder why she almost broke into tears when she finished watching them through. She was so touched that she couldn’t say a proper thank you but compensated him with a sweet kiss.

For the boys, Jungkook did the same but everyone got different photos and different album covers. They were laughing at how ridiculous they looked and there were some photos that they had never seen before, so they were surprised to face them now.

Time went by as quickly as a summer’s night and it was already late at night when they bid their goodbyes and headed home. Jungkook promised to walk her home and she didn’t even protest. They were walking down the streets, holding hands and talking about the afternoon. It was so reassuring. The chilly night air of winter kissed their cheeks, leaving their marks on their bare skin to be remembered. Tiny snowflakes painted the ground dazzling and slowly fell on their coats, putting a new costume on them.

“You said that you want to talk to me in private,” she reminded the boy after some time because she was on the edge to know what he wanted to talk about. Jungkook seemed to forget about it because he suddenly ruffled his raven-black hair in frustration.

“Yeah, that’s right.”

“What is it?” she inquired, her eyes searching for those irresistible black holes. When he looked her in the eye, her legs weakened. Her heart was beating like a drum, waiting so damn impatiently for his answer. Deep down, she wanted him to say those words but she felt numb from the thought of him saying them out loud.

On the contrary, Jungkook was just as nervous as the first time he confessed. He knew that it would be another important milestone in their relationship but he wanted to make this moment a bit more special. He wanted her to remember the words for the rest of her life. He didn’t want them to fade away like the warm spring coming after the freezing winter, healing the wounds that the cruel weather caused. He didn’t want them to disappear with time, he wanted to make them immortal.

“Actually,” he cleared his throat but he didn’t need to get her attention, she was already looking at him. Her caramel latte-like eyes were glistening like precious little diamonds. “I wanted to say it somewhere else not on this street, maybe not even on Christmas Eve but then I’ll say it now,” he slowed down and came to a halt.

Miyeon struggled to keep her composure in check. Her heart was hammering away rapidly, making her feel a bit dizzy. She was longing after those words, those damn words that neither of them dared to say out loud. It was funny to think that how three single words could give them headaches and frazzled nerves, keeping them awake at nights or cherishing them to sleep. Maybe they weren’t like the oxygen that was essential to every human being but they were more like water that their relationship needed to stay hydrated.

“I was thinking of it for quite some time now,” Jungkook started nervously, scratching the back of his neck. His jet-black eyes represented the whole universe for her, she wanted to get lost in them and never be found again. But until he was there to look for her, she wasn’t in danger. “I am so thankful that you stayed with me and even though you had a hard time with those bullies at school, you’ve still chosen me. I wish I could give you more but that’s what I can do. I only know how to take care of you and I sometimes think it’s not enough because I don’t tell you how I feel as often as I should,” he admitted, his voice trailing at the end.

“It’s okay, Jungkook. You don’t have to tell me everything,” she tried to easy his worry with a reassuring smile but he shook his head.

“But I want you to know how lucky I am because you are beside me,” he tilted his head, his gaze fixated on her eyes. He held her hands tightly, squeezing them like he never wanted to let her go. She was trembling like the falling snowflakes around her. She was afraid that this beautiful and quiet glass would eventually break, scattering into pieces. Was it an exception that their house of cards wouldn’t collapse this time?

“I love you, Miyeon,” he whispered to her, into the cold night air, ensuring another magical moment for Christmas Eve.

Miyeon’s heart missed a beat as his words made their way out of his mouth. His voice was barely audible but she knew that he meant it seriously. She could see her own reflection in his jet-black eyes, seeing the past, the present and the future at the same time. She didn’t want this moment to pass, she wanted to hold it in her hands, stopping the time that was ticking by.

For a moment, she stayed right there and the boy thought that she got scared off, so for the first time that day, his confidence waned, his eyes widened in fear.

“I love you, too, Jungkook,” she managed the sentence out and without thinking it through, she crashed into him for a bear hug. He chuckled as her fragile body pressed against his and her vanilla-scented hair tickled his skin. When she was in his arms, he felt strong again, he was ready for a fight, he was prepared for any war. In the name of love, he would voluntarily fight until the end. And she knew it and that was love was really about.

Sometimes you need to question the other’s intentions and make sure that you feel the same way. Other times, you already know the answer because he’s right next to you, holding you tightly, gently strolling your hair, whispering soothing words into your ear. Your hearts are beating at the same time but no words are exchanged. Sometimes those damn words can make you feel at ease but sometimes you don’t even need words. A soft touch, a kiss on the forehead and a press on your hand is enough.

Sometimes his presence is enough.

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lethesomething · 7 years

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Todoroki vs Bakugou and Midoriya

Not a shipping post.

Let's talk about Todoroki and the way he relates to people. Specifically, to Midoriya and Bakugou. I think it's safe to say that the three of them are, at this point in the story, the Main Three. They're arguably the strongest boy in class 1-A. They're also, as I mentioned briefly before foils for each other. So how do they relate?

Where Midoriya strikes up an easy friendship with Iida and Ururaka from the start, and Bakugou seems to become bro's with Kirishima fairly early on, Todoroki is… slow to warm up to people. The kid has spent his childhood isolated, so that's easy to understand. If you want to go symbolic, you could also say that his fire side, and how he uses it, quite literally makes him warm up to people. Getting to grips with that side of himself is a major part of his character development, and as he becomes more attuned to his own personality, it makes sense that he'd become more comfortable with other people as well.

Sports Festival

Let's start at de sports festival, because we get some very nice development for all three of them.

Todoroki vs Midoriya

Todoroki singles Midoriya out fairly early on, when he does that whole 'declaration of war' thing. At this point, I don't think he does this purely based on merit? The kid he's 'going to beat' barely made it into UA, he's nowhere near the top of the class but Todoroki can recognize a quality seedling when he sees one. He watched Midoriya's fight with Bakugou in the Heroes & Villains exercise, he watched Midoriya jump in during the villain invasion. And what he recognized there was that out of all of his classmates, Midoriya is the one most like All Might. He even says this, at some point.

And while it's played off as a joke, with him assuming he's All Might's illegitimate son, he's not… that far off, really? Either way, it's this link that draws him to Midoriya. Todoroki, you see, is an All Might fanboy. (they literally all are) He may have been 'created' as an Endeavour 2.0, to BEAT All Might, but in those moments with his mom, what he truly wanted was to be LIKE All Might. He wants to be that kind of hero. All Might himself mentions that the both of them had the same sort of vibe. Among his peers, Midoriya is the closest to All Might 2.0, in type of power, in general disposition and in the sense that they're literally pretty close. It makes sense that Todoroki would see him as 'the one to beat'.

(why is everything so long)

Incidentally, this insight also makes Todoroki more likely to actually listen to Midoriya. At this point, the kid is very dismissive of others. It could be Kirishima telling him not to start fights, Bakugou coming to yell at him or even villains trying to murder All Might.

Todoroki kind of just swipes them aside as a 'nuisance'. However, when Midoriya talks, he listens.

Maybe it's the All Might thing, maybe it's because the kid has a power that Todoroki is instinctively afraid of. Or maybe, it's because he knows that Midoriya is completely insane. This is a student who is willing to injure himself to negate attacks. He's willing to literally break his body to save people or win at things. He will literally do anything to come out on top. To Todoroki this must look even weirder than to us, viewers. Self-discipline, control, stoicism is his whole deal. He acts logically, and Midoriya is like the opposite of that, in a fight. When the kid that just broke all his fingers starts yelling at him, he will damn well pay attention. And when Midoriya, in his duel with Todoroki, says 'Where are you looking', he wants Todoroki to stop thinking of his dad and actually keep his head in the fight.

It works, too. For once, Todoroki goes full out, and he later admits to his father that the reason he did so, was because he completely forgot about him. He let his instinct take over. Like he did in the cavalry battle. He's so impressed with Midoriya's innate strength that he can't help but go all out.

Todoroki vs Bakugou

If Midoriya is the classmate most resembling All Might, then in Todoroki's eyes Bakugou must be the one most resembling Endeavour. Certainly during the sports festival. He's brash. He's so very full of himself, even his destructive power is similar to Endeavour's flames. At this point Bakugou is also way more about being 'number one' and winning than about saving people. As such, Todoroki has a very different rivalry with Bakugou than he has with Midoriya. Bakugou isn't 'special' in the eyes of Todoroki.Not like Midoriya is.

Look at that kid. Todoroki just told Midoriya he wanted to beat him. He told Midoriya, not Bakugou, first place student in the entry exam, that he sees him as his main rival. And that Pisses Bakugou Off. Because in Bakugou's world, he's the best. Certainly at this point in the story. And Todoroki just.…refuses to acknowledge him. You see this again and again.

The kid, admittedly, has an awful lot to deal with at this point. He's very much trying to find himself, preferably in the ten minutes before the next fight. So he's back to dismissing anyone. Including Bakugou. Fun fact: it's really hard to dismiss of Bakugou.

When Bakugou says 'Where are you looking', he wants the kid to pay attention to him. But of course, that just reminds Todoroki of Deku, and that is incidentally the worst thing you could say to Bakugou.

I think it's safe to say that these two just really don't click. Bakugou is a blip on Todoroki's radar, and that really, really frustrates him, because all he wants is to beat Todoroki in a fair fight. The way Midoriya received a fair fight.

It's interesting to note that even in this fight, Todoroki only uses his flame side when Midoriya yells at him from the stands. Midoriya is literally the fan to his flame. But this time it doesn't work.

So what made him extinguish those flames near the end? It could be a lot of things. Todoroki is still in turmoil. He told his father he needed to think about things, and he hasn't exactly had a lot of time to process in between the two fights. It would be highly unrealistic if one shouting session miraculously healed all Todoroki's ingrained trauma. You see him get a little flashback to his mom and dad right before his flames go out, which very much indicates that he's just really struggling. There's also the very nature of Bakugou. When he fights him, all Todoroki sees is flames and smoke. All he hears is boasting. It feels very different. The link to his father is much stronger. Though both Bakugou and Midoriya want the same thing, to fight him at full power, Todoroki can only feel the need to do so when fighting Midoriya.

It's not really Bakugou's fault, but it just servers to frustrate him more.

Delving into manga territory now

Todoroki vs Midoriya, round 2

So how does it evolve from here on out? The training camp arc is one of those first times we see Todoroki in his newer, softer form, though change is still slow.

Lookit my child creating fire to cook for his friends.

This is also about the time Midoriya and Todoroki seem to have reached some kind of understanding. He even gives him some of the most symbolic advise I've read in this series.

Considering their background, this is really beautiful. Todoroki is telling him how to deal with Kouta, but it harkens back to their fight, and also to Todoroki's past. If anyone can understand how Kouta feels, it's Todoroki, after all. Endeavour may have told him what to do and how to behave all his life, that didn't make him want to do it. He simply didn't believe it, because Endeavour didn't really act like a hero (or even a decent human being) to his family. All Might is Todoroki's only real idol. He's the reason he wants to be a hero, because he's always saving people. In a way, he’s telling Midoriya that the only reason he understood him during their duel, was because Midoriya was willing to get brutally murdered (ok almost) in order to save him.

But I digress. Basically, over the course of the next few arcs, Todoroki sort of softens towards several of his classmates, including Midoriya. It's pretty funny that once he stops isolating himself and actually notices the people around him, he's a pretty sensitive guy. He is the first to notice that Midoriya's affected by the stuff happening in his internship, for instance.

He's also the one to offer comfort here.

Todoroki vs Bakugou, round 2

His relationship with Bakugou, meanwhile, hasn't changed much, given the kid's reaction to drawing him as a partner in the test of courage.

Also please note how awesome Todoroki's 'are you kidding me' face is in this panel.

I actually really like these two in this arc, because what they do half the time is squabble and it's funny.

I would almost call it a friendly rivalry? Sort of thing? It's obvious they don't particularly like each other personally. But they also don't hate each other. Not really. They may have gained a certain level of respect for each other, even. They're perfectly capable of working together, if need be.

A scene like that, where they work together to take down Tokoyami’s berserk shadow, requires a level of understanding and communication that I don't see happening between Midoriya and Bakugou, for instance. Not any time soon, at least. We also learn in the provisional license exam that if Todoroki really hates a guy, he has trouble cooperating with him. We see none of that here. They are willing to acknowledge each other. Todoroki cares enough to be one of the first to decide on rescuing Bakugou. This doesn't mean they stop squabbling though.

All this time together for the provisional license course, and the only one that has grown a little is Todoroki. Please note the use of 'we' here. But his banter with Bakugou isn’t that different from his talks with others in his class. He's slowly opening up to his classmates and, true, Bakugou is one of them. He's not dismissing him anymore. In a way, Bakugou is just one of his classmates now, just like all the others. Which probably just pisses him off, tbh.

PS: I have a bunch of these.

#todoroki shouto #bakugou katsuki #midoriya izuku #bnha #boku no hero academia #it says a lot about bnha #that i can't just do #a todoroki profile #without making it a full novel #so i've resorted to smaller thingies #mini meta?#there's nothing mini about this #lethey writes #character theory

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kuriquinn · 7 years

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Once and Future [7/7]

Title: Sowing Season

Disclaimer & Masterpost

AN: Hah! Finally completed my NarutoWeek2017 fic! Drinks all around! (only, you know, not really, because I don’t drink...)

Kakashi stands on the roof of the Hokage Tower, gazing down upon the village that he is now in charge of.

In the distance, construction has started on Hokage Rock, builders and sculptors etching his face on to the mountain. He’s still not quite sure how to feel about the whole thing – he thinks Obito would have a lot to say on the subject if he were here. As it is, he’s had to deal with Naruto petitioning to have the rock-face carved without Kakashi’s mask.

I’ve got to give it to him, he managed to get a decent following on that front, too. Almost enough people to make it happen.

He smirks to himself, wondering idly if the joke he shares with his former students will ever get old – and then sighs again when it remembers that at least two of those former students are far too occupied with other matters these days to care.

Konoha is a village in transition, with the ruins of the old core being lovingly put back together by its inhabitants. A new business quarter is in the building process on the outskirts, and far above Hokage Rock surveying has already started on another section.

Since the end of the war, migrant workers and refugees have been keen on setting up shop here, lured by the promise of work and raising their children in the same village where Naruto Uzumaki was born. Franchisers and moneylenders are keen to capitalise on this, too. Kakashi personally finds it distasteful, but with the economy still in recovery following Pein’s attack and the War, the village can’t afford to be picky.

A problem for another day, he decides, shrugging his shoulders. He is keen to head home.

It’s rare that he ever gets away from work before sunset these days, and he’s looking forward to eating something that’s actually cooked instead of out of a cup. Either he’ll visit Gai, who has taken up fine cuisine as his latest hobby, or see if Manako wants to go out for a meal. She might not be a fan of cooking, herself, but she has a talent for suggesting the perfect take-out for any occasion.

Honestly, he’s not picky as long as he doesn’t have to make anymore decisions today –

“Lord Kakashi! There you are!” Shizune calls.

So close… Kakashi’s shoulders droop, and he mutters, “Knock it off with the ‘lord’ thing…”

“I know you’re about to leave, but there are a few things we still need to go over first,” his assistant says.

“Can’t it wait until tomorrow?” he asks, trying not to sound like he’s whining. Shizune puts her hands on her hips, and beside her Ton Ton emits an unimpressed oink! and sighs. “Alright, let’s go back downstairs…”

Once he’s firmly trapped – or comfortably seated – behind the desk, Shizune flips open her ever-present notepad and begins to run through the items.

“We’ve just received another two letters from the Raikage demanding information about Sasuke Uchiha,” she tells him.

“Well, that’s slightly below average,” Kakashi remarks mildly. “He must be cooling off.”

“It seems so. Shall we give him the same answer as usual?”

Kakashi nods. “Sasuke Uchiha will face Konoha’s justice, which will take into account all of his actions in the war. As such, there will be no extradition.”

Shizune purses her lips at this. She’s one of the people who considers this a lax handling of the former missing-nin’s case – she took it to heart that he intended to kill her master – but Kakashi knows she’ll eventually get over it.

He’s seen Sasuke go through hell and fall to the worst darkness imaginable before coming back. If Kakashi has to put every part of himself on the line to ensure the kid has a decent shot at a future, he’ll do it. He owes him that much – he owes all of his former genin squad that much.

“The Mizukage is requesting a private meeting with you,” Shizune goes on eventually, knowing that any commentary on the issue of Sasuke will be ignored. “Something about nectar imports? Which is sort of odd for this time of year…”

“And not really something I handle,” Kakashi says. “That’s more the business sector, isn’t it?”

“I think she’s angling for a date, Lord Sixth.”

Kakashi shudders. “Uh, I’m unavailable. Forever, I think, if I remember how the vows go. Have Shikamaru take that one.”

“He’s not going to be happy about it.”

“Tough.”

Shizune checks something off in the notebook. “Iwa’s responding to the query we sent out a few weeks ago, about the Chūnin Exam. They’re onboard.”

“Which means it’s only Kiri and Kumo that haven’t responded yet. Have Shikamaru bring that up when he meets the Mizukage. And while you’re at it, add a note about it to the reply to the Raikage.”

“Right.” Another check. “The Elders want to discuss rezoning the village.”

“Again?”

“Yes.”

“And what particularly do they want to discuss?” Kakashi challenges, eyes narrowed.

“Well…”

“It’s the Uchiha compound, isn’t it?”

“To be fair, it’s not so much a compound anymore as a bunch of ruins,” Shizune says nervously, “so I can sort of see their point –”

“We’re not touching it.”

“But Lord Sixth –”

“No one in this village is being rezoned without having a say in the matter, and until the Uchiha clan – such as it is – is able to offer input on the subject, the compound stays.”

“Lord Kakashi, they don’t have to wait on your approval,” Shizune reminds him quietly, “you might as well at least try to salvage part of it while you can.”

“I know they don’t have to wait on my approval. But I also have no intention of supporting a decision that ignores the interests of a member of this village. Sasuke might not care now, but in the future he will. Besides, Naruto will nag me about until he drives me insane,” Kakashi replies. “He’s not about to allow the Uchiha legacy to be erased any further. And knowing him, he’ll end up getting the whole village standing in front of construction crews and protesting in the streets.” He leans back in his chair and folds his arms across his chest. “I can pick my battles. So can the Elders.”

“They’re not going to be happy about that,” Shizune remarks uncertainty.

“And again, I say – tough.”

If he had his way, he’d have removed Koharu and Homura from their positions as soon as he took office. But as he told Shizune, he knows how to pick his battles. Getting rid of the Elders, or the institution that supports them, is something he isn’t equipped for right now. And his goals extend beyond his own simple distrust of them – he intends the next generation of Konoha’s villagers to be safe and unafraid to use their voices.

Not ruled by the machinations of those in the shadows, he decides. If that’s the only legacy he can pass on to Naruto, it’s one he’s totally committed to.

“Uh…moving on. There’s an artist of some sort from Iwa that wants to meet with you. It has something to do with permission he needs to work on some collectable cards? I’m not really sure I understood the message…”

“That doesn’t sound urgent, let’s deal with it tomorrow. Anything else?”

“Captain Yamato sent a clone to speak to you. Updates about his surveillance mission I imagine.”

Kakashi sighs.

“If it makes you feel any better, it’s the last thing on the list and then you can go home.”

“As long as you don’t find anything else for me to do, right?” Kakashi challenges, and Shizune shifts her weight, a guilty expression on her face. “Fine. Send him in.”

As she disappears, Kakashi rubs the back of his head, trying to figure out where the paperwork ends and where his desk begins. In the one corner that isn’t obscured with memos, the photograph of Team 7 offers him a rare reminder of why he bothers with all of this.

Taking the frame in hand, he stares down at the familiar faces, hit once again with the disbelief that they are all still here and alive. He can see any of them at any point if he so chooses (although Sasuke isn’t big on talking these days, which is understandable) and he no longer has to lie awake at night trying to ensure they all survive to adulthood.

Naruto is his usual self once more, resilient as ever. He might be committed to becoming Hokage and enduring Iruka’s private training sessions, but he’s irrepressible as ever. There’s even been some instances of graffiti in the village the Kakashi feels certain he’s responsible for.

Sasuke might not be talkative, but when he does speak it is with candor and a genuine tone of remorse for his actions. Even Ibiki is impressed by the level of cooperation and has even agreed to testify as to Sasuke’s character when it comes time to present his case. It’s a testimony that will go a long way, considering the head of Torture and Interrogation has absolutely no stake in the remaining Uchiha’s rehabilitation.

Sakura isn’t quite back to normal, but whenever she sees him she has a smile at the ready. There was a rough patch in the first month following the end of the war – and a week in the psyche ward that Tsunade refuses to elaborate on – but her work in the hospital keeps her busy. And she’s visiting Sasuke on a regular basis, which is a relief.

Maybe Kakashi’s an old romantic, but there’s something fundamentally wrong with a world where Sakura might not forgive Sasuke. Or where her feelings for him don’t endure. Even knowing that not every story ends happily, and that there is still the possibility of it going wrong, Kakashi continues to bet on them even after all these years.

Literally.

He has an ongoing wager with Tsunade, who says Sasuke is too damaged for them to ever have a future. The Legendary Sucker is his guarantee that his former students – his friends – will one day be happy.

Now it’s just Naruto who needs to get a clue, he thinks to himself as Tenzou’s clone wanders in.

“Lord Hokage,” he says, bowing.

“Knock it off with the ‘lord’ stuff,” Kakashi grumbles.

“Hey, you wanted to be Hokage –”

“No, I didn’t –”

“ – so now you can be ‘Lord Hokage’ with a vengeance.”

“I should put you on latrine duty…”

“You’ve already got me following around a snake, it wouldn’t be much different.”

“You did volunteer,” Kakashi reminds him.

They smirk at one another, and Kakashi leans backward. “Alright. What’s the news?”

“Orochimaru is back in his hide-out.”

“The one close to Konoha, I gather, considering your presence.”

“Yes. He seems to want to stay close, in spite of his recent trip to Suna.”

“Did you check in with the Kazekage?”

“Yes. Lord Gaara said Orochimaru simply wanted access to some old storage. I managed to get a look at the information he was after first – I think the old bastard wanted me to see it, to be honest – but there was nothing dangerous in it as far as I can tell.”

“Fine. Continue to monitor the situation. I’m surprised Gaara allowed him that much.”

“I think Gaara is giving him a chance,” Tenzō muses, “but then again, Orochimaru is sneaky. I wouldn’t be surprised if he was trying to pull something off under all our noses.”

“Maybe. Maybe not,” Kakashi says, fishing in his slew of papers for a particular memo. Once he finds it, he passes it to Tenzō. “Look at this.”

His former subordinate frowns at the paper. “What is it?”

“That’s a petition sent out by the new council in Oto. They want official recognition as a legitimate shinobi village.”

Tenzō gapes. “Are you actually considering it?”

“It’s a topic of discussion,” Kakashi confirms, taking back the paper. “There would be conditions, of course. Curbing the violence there is a main one. Another is that Orochimaru will no longer have decision-making powers. The fact that they could even demand that without worrying he’d kill them suggests he might be more interested in other things these days. In any case, it will be a long time before anything officially happens.”

He can see that Tenzō continues to have reservations, but he doesn’t air them.

The two of them converse a little longer, but eventually the clone disappears. Either Tenzō has moved out of range, or he no longer has the energy to maintain the jutsu. In any case, Shizune is nowhere to be found and Kakashi doesn’t want to waste another second at the office.

He practically sprints from the Tower to his apartment, and then half-way there thinks better of it.

People know to look for him there, and he just wants a few hours of peace and quiet.

(It’s an indication of how desperate he is, considering there is nothing quiet or peaceful about Manako.)

The tiny flat above the demolition and supply shop is brightly lit when he gets there, suggesting she is still awake. As usual, he bypasses the front door, choosing instead to climb inside through the window. Upon entering, he inhales the mouth-watering scent of food. It seems he was right – somehow, without him even asking her, she’s already brought take-out from their favourite yōshoku restaurant.

He wanders past the spread on the table and into the living room where his partner is curled up on the couch.

She’s wearing nothing but one of his long shirts, boxers and a pair of thick socks, swinging her feet back and forth while she scribbles something on a pad of paper. Probably calculations for a new explosive device or other.

“I don’t care what they say about you, you are a good woman,” he tells her as he falls heavily onto the empty space beside her. He lets his head fall back on the pillow and considers the merits of sleeping now and eating later.

Hot food or cold food…yet another decision…

“Don’t spread rumours,” Manako tells him. “I just don’t feel like scrounging for food the rest of the week, so I ordered a lot. For leftovers.”

“Oh. Of course,” he allows. “Let me never again mistake your laziness for forethought.”

“Damn straight.”

She pushes away the page of calculations and sits up, appraising him. “You look like crap.”

“I feel like it.”

“The Icha Icha movie is on in fifteen minutes if you want to watch. Might make you feel better.”

Kakashi grunts in agreement. He likes that idea.

“I don’t care what we do as long as I don’t have to think about it. All day long, people bringing me news, expecting me to make decisions – it’s exhausting.”

Manako is quiet for a long moment at this, and he figures there’s a fifty-fifty chance of her mocking him for whining or showing a rare bit of sympathy and offering him a neck massage. He really hopes it’s the latter.

“I guess now’s probably not the best time to tell you I’m pregnant, then,” she says instead.

Kakashi snorts. Figured it would be closer to the first option.

“Yeah, now would not be a good time…”

“Well, too bad,” she retorts, “because I am.”

Kakashi cracks one eye open and glares at her. “Seriously, that’s not funny. I’ve had a long day.”

“Seriously, I’m not joking,” she snaps. “There are about six pee-sticks in the bathroom that can show you how much I’m not joking.”

Silence fills the apartment, and as every second ticks by, it becomes more and more evident that she’s being completely serious.

“So,” she eventually says, arranging herself on the couch with her ankles and arms both crossed, raising an eyebrow at him in challenge, “let’s discuss.”

終わり

Yes, it’s a little bit of a cliffy/open-ended ending, but I thought that was appropriate given the flow of the entire fic. It is all about laying the groundwork for the future, so I hope I’ve managed that.

Thank you all for reading! Reviews and concrit are much appreciated - and if you’re feeling generous, I also accept tips through ko-fi (just scroll to the top and click the button!)

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thelastmessagereceived · 7 years

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I submitted this about a week ago without any explanation, just the image. I thought just putting it out there would somewhat cleanse me of how it makes me feel when I look at it, but I keep scrolling back down and seeing so many reblogs and misconceptions of what this message actually meant. So I want to tell the story.

The boy who sent me this message was my first love. I met him in my science class at school when I was about fourteen. He had chubby cheeks and brown eyes and he smoked weed and hung out at the skatepark late enough every night to worry his mum on purpose. He was friends with about three other boys who used to skateboard every day and blaze all the time and they were all really loud and really rude and they wore them ugly clunky DC trainers (I think only British people will understand the significance lol). I made friends with all of his friends before I met him because, being completely honest I had made a purposeful move to start hanging around with him and his friends because they were ‘cool’…Looking back and looking at how it all impacted my life, he was not 'cool’ and he is the decision I regret more than anything but at the same time he made me the person I was supposed to be and I am so much stronger for it.

I was trapped between being confused about who I was and which crowd I wanted to hang with and what direction my life should head in, and then I met him and he made the decision for me. I fell HARD, stupidly hard. I honestly look back and think it was so deep that if he told me to jump I would jump, bark I would bark. It was maaad.

I started mixing myself up in a load of stupid shit. I was hardly at school and we always used to meet at a hole in the bottom of the huge school park and fight through the brambles and weeds to get to an abandoned mental home and sit down there for hours just laughing and play fighting and smoking. I remember we ran away from our last day before summer break and sat in the graveyard with a homeless man for the whole day, and he was telling up stories bout the hippy days when he was a kid and how he used to live in South London and take refuge in mosques when the police were after him. I could sit and tell stories forever but the point was, I kept running away from home to be with him and I basically lived at his house and we wouldn’t go to school and we used to go camping for days at a time and just get real fucked up. I was so in love that I didn’t care about anything but him, we lived about 10 miles away from each other at one point and he used to walk the journey regularly to come see me.

This went on for about two years until he started getting into drugs reaaal bad and hanging out more with riskier people than harmless stoners he used to be with. Despite pretending I was so grown up and making lots of decisions when I was with him that a sixteen year old girl wasn’t really old enough to make, I couldn’t quite hack it. He started getting drug therapy after getting taken into the station and strip searched, they found nothing but were suspicious and admitted him to our schools addictions therapy. I was made to go to therapy sessions on his behalf after he became cold towards his therapist and the man basically told me that I was his only hope because his parents were essentially useless (he walked all over them) and his friends were pretty sketchy. I can’t tell you how many times I remember trying to nurse him back to some kind of sanity so I could take him home to his mother.

Things started taking a turn for the worst and it is so strange because when I think about this period of my life I see it in a bleak grey in my head. It was such a dark time of my life. I want to go back and drag myself out of his house, out of his life. Ever since I was 14 I’d been sleeping with him and he had always been so rough with me and pushed my head into the pillow so I couldn’t breathe and he would slap me until I had burns all over my bum and he hurt my boobs so much they hurt for days. I literally think about being 14 years old and feeling bullied into sex like that and it makes me well up. I was once with my friend and I was watching TV with her and he had barged into her kitchen living area with two friends and started doing coke off the kitchen surface and literally dragged me out the house. It was all getting worse and worse. There was a pill going round my area a while back that really fucked you up and he took too many and I found him asleep in the abandoned mental house after about a day and a half looking for him. He was off his head one night and told me he was about to jump off a bridge near his house and I had to call his mum and send her down there because I was away with my mum at the other side of the country. The list of ridiculous stories continue… I got them coming out my ears honestly

I still loved him so much and I sacrificed so much to look after him that I was so emotionally drained, I was always ill and weak and tired. He was manipulative and nasty but I didn’t realise until it was too late. He had said so many things to me over three years that I had drilled into my brain. He used to pin me up against walls and punch the wall next to my head until his hand bled. He was so emotionally manipulative that I was so terrified of breaking up with him because I genuinely believed I couldn’t live without him, and I had given up so much to be with him that it seemed like I had to stay by his side. He once cut open my palm in a drug induced rage and then his own and made me promise in a blood oath I would always love him. I still have the scar on my hand and it makes me cry. One day we’d had a massive fight because I told him I was sick of living like that and I wanted him to stop doing that to his life, he was so clever and kind when he wanted to be and I had faith that he could turn everything around. I’d seen the boy who he was before it all and I just hoped to tap into a different version of him.

The next week he had sex with a girl in my year that had always openly disliked me and been nasty to me. I rang him and cried down the phone, I literally just didn’t understand. He said he had 'moved on’ and that he 'loved her’. The only thing I ever received from him after that is the message I’ve submitted, he was high as fuck on some kinda drug and texted me that. Weird.

Him and his friends tried their hardest to bully me under the orders of his new girlfriend. She turned all the girls I was friends with against me because (we were in a huge girl group of about 15 at the time and me and her really didn’t like each other and the rest of the girls were mutual friends, it wasn’t a real friendship group, they were all fake friends and when I look back it was so bitchy and toxic) But yes she turned them all against me, for the whole summer I had things screamed at me in the street and snapchat videos where the girls would say they were going to kill me and call me so many horrible names. I was sent videos of him and his new girlfriend kissing and hugging. I had a girl that I didn’t know come and try and fight me. It was hell. I watched the person who I loved more than anybody become the nightmare of my everyday. It was fucked up. FUCKED up

It eventually all simmered down and I made new friends and rebuilt my life. I ended up getting good grades and managed to get into a good sixth form college. He failed every single exam and so did his girlfriend and his friends didn’t do very well at all, they went to a shitty college because they didn’t get into mine. !!!god sent miracle!!!! I do still love him, to be so honest with whoever (if anyone) has read this far. It has been two years and I still think about him everyday. I feel guilt saying that I love him because I know I deserve better and I am not doing myself justice by saying it. It is weird because I feel exactly how he did when he sent me this text two years ago. Life is a strange thing and it doesn’t owe you anything. I love him but I would never want him back.

I rebuilt my life and I am such a strong soul now and I am so happy and I have such a beautiful life. He fucked me up for such a long time but now I’m sharing this story because I’m at the light at the end of the tunnel.

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bisexualqueenreyna · 7 years

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five times the charm

I promised I wouldn’t fall down the rabbit hole with this show but,,, well Hitler promised he wouldn’t invade czech republic, welcome to the real world, susan.

also hance are the softest, klance found dead in miami

Title: Fives times the charm

AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/10873920

Couple: Hunk/Lance

WC: 2266

Four times the Voltron gang didn’t realise Lance and Hunk were together (and one time they did)

1. Keith

Even though he had never been the best one with emotions and understanding concepts like love or best friends or whatever, even Keith could see that Hunk and Lance were way closer than anyone else on the ship. Even closer than Allura and Conrad, who literally had spent 10,000 years only in each other’s company.

Like right now for example.

Like every morning, the black-haired boy had gone training by himself in the training room for one varga. Then he had quickly hit the showers, before going to see if there was anything edible in the kitchen. And that’s where he found them.

Hunk was whistling to himself as he flipped something that looked a lot like a pancake and mixing something in a bowl next to it. And Lance was sitting beside him, swinging his legs from the kitchen counter, with a plate full of those pancakes on his lap and a shirt that could only be Hunk’s – or Shiro’s. He had a strange expression on his face as he was looking at Hunk, something Keith couldn’t quite place.

Since neither of them had heard him coming in, Keith cleared his throat loudly and waited for them to turn around. Hunk turned around with a smile, while Lance looked startled for a moment. “Morning, Keith!” greeted him the yellow paladin.

“Hey,” answered Keith, sniffing the air. “Are those pancakes?” he asked, already moving a hand to take one from a plate he presumed was Hunk’s.

Before he could even touch the pancakes, Lance had already reached out with his hand and smacked Keith’s away with a sharp glare. “My pancakes!” he stressed, putting Hunk’s plate closer to himself.

The other guy rolled his eyes. “Come on, Lance-”

“If you want pancakes,” continued the dark-haired boy, as if he hadn’t heard him, “you can make your own.”

“I don’t see you moving your lazy butt to make anything.” Interjected Keith, arching an eyebrow.

This time, Lance gave him a cocky grin, putting his head on Hunk’s shoulder. “Well, I can.”

Hunk snorted, while Keith rolled his eyes. “That makes no sense.” He decided, even though he made no other attempt to get the pancakes again.

“You make no sense.” Whispered Lance, before turning his attention back to Hunk.

The strange intensity with which he was looking at the other boy kind of made Keith uncomfortable. It wasn’t like he was glaring at him. He was more just looking at him with a strange kind of fondness that Keith was more used associating with Shiro or Hunk himself.

By the time Keith finished making his own breakfast, it was clear the other two had forgotten about him completely. Hunk had made Lance try the strange sauce he had been stirring in the pan and had blushed when Lance had all but moaned in appreciation.

Quietly, Keith left the kitchen, wondering if this was what real friends treated each other like.

2. Pidge

“Hunk pass me the cable.” Said Pidge, trying to speak around the torch in her mouth. What really came out was ‘Hnk pash me te cabl’, but the bigger boy seemed to understand her nevertheless.

They had been working like this for about 7 hours uninterrupted- which normally wouldn’t have been this hard. Except that today they were trying to make quick mainteanance work after the fight with Zarkon. They had been lucky to be able to ran away with a quick wormhole trip, but the castle had taken the worst of the battle.

Pidge was fried and so was Hunk, and honestly, the only reason they were still going on was that they didn’t want to go and see the aftermath of the huge fight between Keith and Allura.

The door of the room opened, and they both looked up, the aroma of fresh bread and something spicy yet salty entering the room.

Lance smiled at them, two plates of food in his hands. “This gives me Garrison exam revision cramming sessions flashbacks.” He told them, passing one of the plates to Pidge and sitting next to Hunk with the other.

Pidge arched an eyebrow. “Uhm, you were the only cramming, my boy.” She told him, biting into the bread and sauce without even questioning it.

“Were you or weren’t you present, Pidge?” he asked, picking up a spoonful of food and aiming it at Hunk’s face without even checking if the boy had noticed or not.

Pidge didn’t even bat an eyelid at that. This was something that gave her flashbacks. Even during the sessions, her and Hunk had, where they tried helping Lance with his seriously lacking engineering knowledge, this had been something they always did.

Lance would try and answer all of Pidge’s questions and quizzes while feeding Hunk, and Hunk and Pidge would try and explain the content to Lance while Hunk was feeding the boy.

Sometimes, Pidge felt kind of jealous of the friendship between Lance and Hunk. She too wanted a best friend who would just come in and feed her every time she was too busy to do it herself.

Even now, Hunk was moving around the room, muttering to himself and Lance was patiently following him, listening to what he was saying and putting spoonful of food in his mouth every now and then.

Man, she just wished to have a friend like that one day.

3. Shiro

Waking up in the middle of the night had become the norm for Shiro. Nightmares of his time back with Zarkon and the Garla kept him awake several times in the middle of the night.

What was unusual was finding someone already in the kitchen, washing up some plates, while a fresh batch of cookies was sitting on the table.

“Can’t sleep?” he asked, startling the younger boy.

Hunk shook his head. “Nah, just got nervous and started stress baking. Which then I meant I had to stay awake until they were all cooked. Which I guess does mean I can’t sleep. Uh. Go figure.”

“What are you stressed about?” asked him the Champion, filling a glass with water.

Hunk bit his lip. “I mean, we are so far from Earth? Things change. People- people change. Feelings, feelings change too. What is the point of saying that you love someone to the moon and back if the moon you know is so far you might not even see it anymore? Or if there are so many different moons, it could either mean something very far and something very close too. You can’t know what the person is thinking, you know?” Shiro just stared at him, perplexed and Hunk huffed. “Of course you don’t know. Lemme just-” he started, putting some biscuits on a plate and leaving the rest on the table.

Shiro was a little confused. Was Hunk just homesick? Did he have a girlfriends and he missed her? What had brought out this sudden panic?

Hunk noticed his worried gaze, and smiled. “Hey, Shiro, don’t worry. I am just being silly. Oh, and don’t tell anyone anything that I’ve just said. Especially not Lance. He’d kill me for even thinking this.” He finished chuckling a little.

Shiro mimicked zipping his mouth and throwing away the key, before pointing at the plate in his hands. “Who’s that for?”

The yellow paladin smiled. “The person who always wakes up last but still would throw a tantrum if they found out I made biscuits and they got none.” He answered, shaking his head and leaving the kitchen.

***

When he went to check on Hunk later that night, Shiro was a little confused to find him lying on the bed with a sleeping Lance on him. Confused, definitely, but not surprised. Honestly those two were like twins or something.

4. Allura and Coran

Allura tapped her fingers on the main control quietly huffing and puffing at the screen. She knew she was being unreasonable and a baby, but honestly, she was bored! Shiro had taken some paladins with him to the space mall, while Coran had forced her to remain behind at the castle with him. Life was so unfair!

“Princess, if you keep making that face, it’ll get stuck like that.” Warned her the Coran, merely sparing her a glance.

Allura was about to sass him right back, when she heard giggling from the door, right before it opened.

Hunk was snort-laughing, while Lance was laying on his shoulder laughing and punching him on the back. “Let me go, you brute!”

The yellow paladin gasped. “Me, a brute? How very dare you, mr McCoy? I am the most loving partner anyone could ever ask for!”

“We are talking about you, not about me, Hunk.” Said the other boy, cheekily.

“The various scratches and hickeys on my torso say otherways, you adorable freak.”

“What are hickeys?” asked Allura, tired of the other two not acknowledging her.

Hunk chocked on his tongue and Lance looked up – or upside down, whichever you think is more appropriate – at her, before his usual smirk reappeared on his face. “It’s like a bruise that doesn’t hurt.” He replied easily, grinning at her.

The princess appeared confused. “A bruise that doesn’t hurt? How is that possible?” she asked. “Can I see?”

“Absolutely -”

“NO. NO WAY.” Answered Hunk, somehow finding voice between chocking, his face brittle red.

Lance shrugged. “Sorry, princess. Hunky Pie is somewhat shy.” He said, earning a slap on the butt at this. Normally this wouldn’t have hurt, but today made Lance audibly yelp.

“Are you okay, Lance?” asked Allura, looking at the blue paladin.

Lance smirked, trying to squirm his way out of Hunk’s embrace. “Don’t worry, princess, just a bit… ah, sore.” Hunk chocked on his spit again, much to the two Altean’s concern.

Coran frowned. “Hunk tired you out with training?”

“Training?” asked Lance, his eyes twinkling mischievously.

Coran pointed. “You are both very red and sweaty, you said you’re sore, you’re breathing heavily and your hair is surprisingly messy.” He pointed out.

Lance started laughing even harder than before, while Hunk audibly groaned, hitting the wall with his head. “Ah yes.” Said Lance, still chuckling. “I love our training sessions, Hunk. The way you move your hands when you hold my sword, or that funny noise you make when I attack you in that particular spot. Or when you tell me how flexible I am or help me see how much I can bend over and-”

Hunk let out a strangled noise, before shaking his head. “That’s it, we’re getting out of here.” He decided, starting to walk away.

“You totally should join us at one point, Princess!” called Lance, laughing even more before the door closed behind them.

Allura glanced at Coran who looked just as confused as she felt. Damn Earth people and their strange ways.

+1 Everyone

The team was all assembled for breakfast in the main room, when Allura walked in, a smile on her face. “Hunk, you’ll never guess what happened!”

Hunk looked away from where he was talking to Lance and to the princess and titled his head to the side. “What happened?”

“Morning to you too, Allura.” Muttered Lance, rolling his eyes and fixing his fringe. And Allura squealed.

Everyone looked in concern at her, but she was already advancing towards a perplexed Lance. “Your nails! They’re so pretty, I adore these colours.” She glanced momentarily at Hunk. “Your girlfriend just sent us a message telling us of how they’ve just helped another planet raise up against the Garla empire. But back to Lance’s nails-” she continued, sighing, while Hunk mouther girlfriend in confusion.

“It’s the bi pride flag.” He explained, smiling down at his nails.

Pidge looked up at him, frowning. “Bisexual pride flag? Why that one?” she asked, curiously.

Lance gave her a deadpan look. “Because I’m bisexual?”

Keith’s fork slipped out of his hand, while Shiro paused on the way of putting food in his mouth. Even Coran and Allura were gaping at him. Pidge was the one to ask. “You’re bisexual??”

The paladin rolled his eyes. “Don’t assume I’m gay just because I’m dating Hunk.”

The knife slipped out of Keith’s hand too, while Shiro chocked on the piece of food still in his mouth. Hunk looked at them, half confused and half concerned for Shiro suffocating before his eyes.

“Since when were you two dating?” finally managed the black paladin, looking lost at the two of them.

Hunk looked at Lance bewildered, glad that his boyfriends seemed just as confused by the team as he felt. “Uhm, since a week after starting Garrinson?”

Pidge shook her head in amazement. “How did I not know till now?”

Suddenly all of it made sense in her head, and in the heads of the rest of the team.

Keith looked confused for a few more seconds, before standing up. “In case anyone else was confused, I am gay.”

This time no one was confused. “Yeah, we knew.” Said Allura.

“No one is shocked here, son.” Decided Coran smirked.

“Confusion? Where?” wondered Pidge.

“Sorry dude, it’s kind of obvious.” Told him Hunk.

“My gaydar went awhire when I first met you because of much gay you were.” Joked Lance.

“Well, sorry for being so gay, then!” said Keith, offended.

Lance snickered, putting an arm around his shoulder. “Come on man. You should have known! I guess you always heard of the gay best friend that you’ve forgotten about me: the bisexual worst rival.”

#hance #hunk garrett #lance mcclain #voltron #salma writes

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