#I need to get into a fall mood soo fast before it's over. already have a cold now i just need to pick up a chestnut from the ground

[peppermintbutch]

Experiencing symptoms of "lost summer" due to not having gone to the beach this year AGAIN

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10 times, 1 occasion - Inumaki Toge

7. Festivities

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A/N: hi hi! soo a few things: I would like to warn that this chapter shows a more feminine side of the reader so if anyone is uncomfy,, you've been warned. this chapter is just friendship and ships (there's nobara x maki and yuuji x megumi if you squint a bit) and it's 3.0k words (new record!!!!!) so buckle up and enjoy! also, next chapter is my favorite so far so go read it as soon as you're done with this.

Toge persisted you to rest for the past three days, as you were indicated. He sat by your bedside so you wouldn’t go anywhere, always keeping your injured ankle raised and your head comfortable, helping you to change bandages from time to time. Even then, you persisted to go as normal and continue with your duties.

“So hot…” Maki complained from your green couch, her glasses set aside as she covered her eyes from the sun with her forearm.

“I think you should stop hugging Kugisaki, then” Megumi suggested, the redhead laying on top of her, but he just received a death glare.

“Shake” Toge agreed with Maki, laying on top of Panda, who was snoring loudly. You, on the other hand, were on top of Yuuji’s shoulders, working on your damaged air conditioner.

“Gimme the flat screwdriver, ‘Gumi” You extended your hand, the other one holding one of the filters of the AC.

Your air conditioning system broke down once a year, and you knew it was because of the dirty filters. For some reason, everyone decided to hang out in your room, so extra help was usually given out to you. Maki and Nobara cleaned the filters, Panda and Toge first assisted you and then the help shifted to Megumi and Itadori. The last one was more than glad to have a pair of thighs wrapped around his neck, and his smile displayed so as Inumaki and Megumi both stared him down to oblivion. With the screwdriver now in your hand, you pressed each filter well to its original place. You closed the lid and Yuuji plopped you down on your bed, making you laugh.

You reached in to click on the air conditioner, it turned on normally and after a few minutes, it wasn’t leaking water anymore. “It’s fixed” You heard a collective sigh you let out yourself, feeling the cold air fill the room.

Itadori laid down on the floor by your mini-fridge and Megumi sat at the edge of your bed, next to your feet. You were all so overwhelmed by the heat, no one really wanted to speak, just take in the fake rise in temperature to calm down their sweating and corporal heat.

Just as you were falling into pure, calm bliss, you heard bass thumping from down the hall. You opened your eyes and raised your head towards the door, at the same time everyone else did, confused. Queue in Gojo with a boombox from the 90s, playing ‘Congratulations’ by Post Malone. There was now a collective groan in annoyance as he walked in and faced the bunch of sweaty teens.

“Good afternoon my amazing students!” There was another collective groan in response. No one didn’t even bother raising their heads once more to look at him, and Megumi just turned his face away slightly. Everyone was grumpy or simply not in the mood “I am here to give out great news! Everyone who has tried for first-grade sorcerer has been officially promoted! Congratulations!”

Suddenly, the aura of the room shifted. Everyone was upright, in a mix of shock and happiness. Nobara started screaming out in happiness with Maki, while you, Megumi, Gojo, and Itadori started jumping on your bed in a circle, holding hands. Inumaki was hugging Panda.

“Let’s throw a party! A fancy one!” Itadori suggested, and everyone cheered. Gojo seemed very fond of the idea, as he laughed.

“Dress code is suit and tie, I’ll see you all in the common dining room at 8! Now if you excuse me, I have a party to plan!” Gojo jumped out of the bed, picked up his speaker, and sprinted out of the room. You came down from your bed and threw yourself into Toge’s arms, who pulled you closer in by your waist. You laughed and nuzzled into his neck happily; he was smiling proudly.

“Oh my god! We need to go shopping!” Nobara realized, grabbing Maki’s wrist and snatching you away from Inumaki to head out the door.

“Wait, I need my wallet!” You screamed, but Toge ran after you to give you the tote bag you carried for trips outside the school. You blew him a kiss as he waved you goodbye.

“I’m dressed so inappropriately to go out” Maki groaned as Nobara rushed you on.

“Don’t worry, I’ll hold your hand so no one flirts with you” Nobara beamed at her and then wink, making Maki fluster. You laughed and elbowed her in the ribs, wiggling your eyebrows.

“I can’t believe I'm going to have to third wheel today!” You laughed, watching as both women turned crimson.

Nobara insisted on shopping in the Harajuku district and looking at her eyes gleaming while passing different stores was like watching a kid in a candy store. Surprisingly, she was the pickiest one out of the three. Maki found her outfit first, a black blazer and pants combo with a black mesh button-up that had Nobara drooling. You found a black silk slip dress that reached down your calf, a slit on one of the legs with a loose neckline that reached down your collarbones. Nobara found a black dress that reached a bit down to her knees, it was strapless with a see-through long sleeve with roses. She laughed at the irony of it, considering the poison she was infected with last week manifested in roses on her skin. After that, you went to grab a bite, the three of you talking about everything, anything and nothing at the same time. You noticed the flirtatious remarks between your companions, happy that both had decided to move their attraction to flirting, rather than just staring at each other all the time. You returned to Jujutsu High around 3 PM, more exhausted than ever, you threw your bag to a corner, kicked off your sneakers, and threw yourself on the bed face down, falling asleep in that same starfish position.

“Aw, she’s asleep” You heard a voice comment. You thought it was only a dream and continued on napping. “Let’s just let her rest”

“Are you crazy? They promised to do our makeup! That’s three people already!” Another hushed voice chimed in.

“Tuna mayo” A third voice hummed. You were already back fast asleep as someone tried to shake you awake gently, only to fail miserably.

Toge sighed and squatted down, his face to level yours. Even with your mouth ajar, your duvet darkening from your saliva, and your slightly loud breathing, he loved how you looked so serene that what he was about to do next he found very cruel.

Delicately, he moved your hair away from your ear, swooping it to the other side of your face. Right there, he was taken away by your sleeping beauty; purples, oranges, and blues chiming into light your face as the sun went down. He sighed, half-smiling “Wake up”

He watched as your eyes popped open and you sat up, rigid. “What day is it?” You wondered, scratching your head and yawning, disoriented after the sudden surge of energy running through your body. Toge sat down by your side and placed his hand on your bare waist. You noticed lately he was even more touchy than usual.

“What day is it?” Nobara mocked you, a vein in her forehead palpitating. “You need to do our makeup! Hurry! You haven’t even showered!” She snatched you away from Toge and pushed you inside your bathroom. You heard a light ‘Tsk!’ outside from Inumaki, who has proven time to time really appreciate you being snatched away from him. “And you! Get out!” Kugisaki ushered him out of the room, slamming the door in his face.

“A little harsh, huh?” Maki said, turning to Nobara, who just rolled her eyes.

“I don’t care” She shrugged before taking out her hair straightener and a heat protector. You chuckled from inside the bathroom before taking your phone out of your pocket and connecting it to the Bluetooth speaker on the wall next to the bathroom mirror. You shuffled the playlist Toge made you a while ago and turned on the faucet.

“I hope you’re not going on a world tour right now! We don’t have time to listen to you all the way to your fiftieth stop in London!” You heard Nobara knock and shout at you from the other side of the door.

You rolled your eyes “Maki, keep your girl in check!” You shouted back before stripping and stepping into the shower. You were in the middle of your third song, washing the suds away from your body and giving your rendition of “Cognac Queen” by Megan Thee Stallion when Nobara opened the door and dragged you out of the shower. It became a struggle, and you were only able to grab the pink fluffy robe that hung on your door.

You fixed Maki’s hair by pulling it half up with a small claw clip, leaving her bangs out. Then you applied the lightest layer of makeup, with the dark eyeliner she requested. Nobara, on the other hand, asked for a full face with a red lip. On the other hand, you went for a light look, with a striking eye and a glossy lip. Then, the three of you rushed to get changed as you realized it was almost ten minutes before 8. As you exited the dorm, you wrapped a white ballerina-style cardigan, taking one last look at yourself at the entrance mirror before Nobara dragged you out of there. The three of you walked to the common room carefully, the door opened slightly.

You heard a couple whistles as you entered the room, you humored the boys, Nobara looked slightly mad while Maki ignored them. You realized that for the occasion Toge wasn’t wearing anything that covered his mouth, and made it evident it was a bit ajar watching you arrive. You said hello to the staff, greeting Nanami happily, who seemed pleased with your recovery and being slightly confused at why Utahime was there. You then headed over to greet your classmates, ending up with Toge.

“You look very handsome” You chuckled, and reached in to fix the strands of hair that fell on his forehead. He was wearing a sage green shirt, black trousers, and thin black suspenders. He shrugged a little and blushed as you touched him, leaning slightly into your touch.

“Shake” He nodded, and held your hand briefly, accepting the compliment. You blushed and looked down before taking your hand away from his face, afraid you were overstepping.

The party was light, everyone chatted and conversed lightly. Itadori seemed very busy on his phone, while Megumi spent all his energy trying to grab his attention. Yuuji called out for you, making you pull away from your conversation with Toge and Panda, who looked dashing in a yellow bow tie. He also called out for Panda. “I need your help,” He said nervously “I saw a speaker with lights in your room, can you go bring it here? Also, please wait at the entrance for someone. Panda, I need you as a distraction”

You excused yourself and left swiftly, fitting your cardigan once more. You walked the way up to your room, taking the squared-shaped, medium-sized speaker with half spheres on top, grabbing the aux cord just in case. Holding the speaker by its handle, you followed the trail to the entrance quietly.

“What is this?” You frowned upon seeing the students of the Kyoto sister school facing you. You raised your brows and Mai and Momo narrowed their eyes back to you, but the rest didn’t. Your eyes fell into the liquor store bags Todo held in his hands, then it all made sense. A smirk crept onto your face as Todo watched your change of expression and laughed. A party with the Kyoto students didn’t seem half as bad, and hey, maybe the stone-cold Soju can solve things out between everyone there.

Soon, you heard a couple of explosions and fireworks and some commotion coming from the common room. “Let’s go” You picked up the skirt of your dress a little to run a little easier, the rest following after you. You noticed everyone outside watching an impromptu firework show as you sneaked in the Kyoto students to the now dark room. Slowly, the rest of the Tokyo students sneaked back to the common room, Itadori locking the door in.

“Okay Panda, that was fun, but can we— huh?!” Gojo realized the locked doors and drawn windows. He tried to force the door open but it was closed shut.

“Oh finally. Can we go to a bar now?” Shoko sighed “Let them be Satoru, they’re in the blink of death every day, let them party”

“Can we all pretend they didn’t do that and we were here all the time chaperoning?” Gojo gave in easily, changing his usual blindfold to black, round sunglasses. Everyone made a noise in agreement and the staff left, feeling the bass pumping under their feet, the surges of different colored lights leaking out of the shut windows.

At first, the party was tense. Everyone was just staring at the other from across the room. You were busy in the background trying to plug in your phone and sync it to the speaker’s Bluetooth. Then, Todo gave a lengthy speech about sorority and brotherhood, and how you should all solve your differences so you could… get drunk and nasty together. In fact, it didn’t take long for the party to lighten up and turn into a club scene. By the third round of shots, mostly everyone was hot and bothered, all the tables moved aside to create a makeshift dance floor. Surprisingly, Panda was an incredible bartender, and he was out to kill; his drinks were packed with alcohol, but fruity and candied flavors hid it all and made it even more addicting. By your third drink, you ripped open the seam of the dress, creating another slit for you to move better.

You, Nobara, and the Zen’in twins were incredible dancers, but you didn’t really expect it from Itadori. He had all the spice down in his hips and the way he could shake his ass like his name was Cardi B. He joined in after his third shot with the song ‘Up’

“Broke boys don’t deserve no pussy!” Todo shouted to the song for the rest to respond.

“I know that’s right!” Everyone answered, except for Toge, before you continued dancing. Now more than ever you felt the euphoria of having money. First-grade sorcerers gave you a considerable amount of money, even if you were just a student.

“Yuuji!” Your mouth dropped to the floor, looking at him, before cheering him on along with the others. By the makeshift bar, a flustered Megumi joined by a sober Inumaki watched him dance, not knowing what he should do in that situation.

Then, as if you were reading his mind, you showed him what he should be doing; standing behind him and grabbing his hips. Soon as Nobara did the same with you, followed by Maki, followed by Mai, followed by Todo, making a train. On the other corner, there was some smoke coming up. You never thought you could have this much fun with people.

Another song started playing “It’s my homegirl, we got the same tattoos!” Itadori pulled you close to him while Todo recorded, and you laughed.

“Don’t accuse me of shit if you ain’t got proof!” You sang along, pointing to the camera, following along.

“What if we got matching tattoos?” Itadori turned to you, and you both frowned to think it hard.

“I think that’s enough” Megumi pulled your drink away from your hand.

“‘Gumi, relax. Go take a shot or a hit from Kamo in the corner, it’s a party! C’mon!” You pulled him to the dance floor, both him and Yuuji as you both threw it back on him to the song. This time, Megumi caught clues from earlier and shyly placed his hands on Itadori’s hips. You stopped and nodded, patting him on the back and walking away, a bit clumsily.

“Do we have any more water left?” You asked Panda, feeling your throat and eyes dry from the intoxicating substances. Panda nodded happily and gave you some water. You had reached your limit and decided it was time to sweat off the drinks and hydrate yourself.

“Oh my bad, that’s vodka,” He said as your mouth went into a thin line as you recognized the strong taste and scent. Inumaki snickered “Here”

“Tell me it’s not vinegar this time” You joked, taking a loud sniff of the liquid, and it was in fact, water. You took a large gulp, as you heard thunder followed by the soft pitter-patter of the rain. “Oh, it’s raining” You turned to Inumaki, who looked stunned at your drunken beauty. Your eyeliner was smudged, and so was your lipstick. There was some hair sticking to the nape of your neck due to the sweat. He could swear he saw some drops running down the small of your back. He gulped and looked away.

“You’ve been here all night, love; c’mon, let’s dance” You set your cup down and took Toge’s hand, pulling him out of his seat. The only reason this party was going along all well was that alcohol made you more straightforward, which made you all sultry towards your evident crush.

You noticed he was paler than usual “What’s wrong? Do I make you nervous?” You whispered in his ear, your hand slowly climbing from his hand all the way up to his neck, where you caressed the area. You never could have known alcohol made you that bold, and such a, well, maneater. At his lack of an answer, you just chuckled and took his hand, guiding him elsewhere.

Everyone at the dance floor greeted him more than enthusiastically, and suddenly, every insecurity Toge was holding deep inside of him throughout the whole party had disappeared. He blinked several times as you smiled at him as radiant as ever. “Let’s dance!” He nodded and smiled back. I love you.

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Ahhh requests are open!! Can I please get a Bokuto, Atsumu and Akaashi taking their S/O out after they had a bad day? Female pronouns please Thank youuu ❤️

Yyyyyes they are!!! I missed writing headcanons ngllll; and I’m glad to announce ur my first new request soo here we go that kinda cute ngl I’m soft for that type of requests ❤️

— 𝗕𝗼𝗸𝘂𝘁𝗼 𝗞𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗮𝗿𝗼𝘂

Hey Yn you left without saying anything >:( did you go home already???

When you received his message you sighed. Not that he was the problem, far away from that but the day had been long and all you needed was today in bed and forget about it

You wanted to ignore him but call it boyfriend intuition or simply tenacity : he sent other messages until he decides to call you

“Hello?”

“Yn finally! Please join me at the mall in ten minutes”

“W-What bo I don-”

He had already hung out the phone. Insufferable you thought, smiling. Yeah he could be annoying sometimes, never wanting to let you alone but that was adorable and you loved this caring side of his personality

Don’t even think about staying home or I’ll destroy the door >:(

Joking hehehe

But come babe :((

You laughed softly. Idiot. You were quick to put your shoes again and went out to go meet him at the mall like he asked or rather like he commanded you

He was sitting on a bench waiting for you and playing on his phone. While walking towards him you noticed he had a little something with him

“Bo... you didn’t have to buy a flower for me” you started, and he raised his head looking at you with loving eyes

“Well I didn’t. I stole it”

You remained silent frowning. Not that you were angry but more surprised since he was such a honest guy. He laughed when he saw your face and held you into his arms tenderly

“Joking Yn...” he stopped laughing to focus on your beautiful face “I had to buy this flower for your beautiful eyes to be happier than when you left earlier”

You looked at him, sparkles in your eyes and Bokuto took your hand in his to go take a walk in the mall

You went in several shops, mostly to look because you had not much money. You looked at your watch; Time went fast and it was now 8 pm

“You gotta go home that’s it ?” He asked with quite a sad face; but it disappeared soon in a soft smile

He intertwined your fingers together, starting to walk next to you “fine I’ll take you back home then but let’s go out again tomorrow”

“We got classes baby” you laughed softly and he joined you “well.. we had classes today yet here we are” he replied and you laughed, staring at your feet while walking

“Fine lets go out again tomorrow then Bo”

— 𝗠𝗶𝘆𝗮 𝗔𝘁𝘀𝘂𝗺𝘂

The bell rang, taking you out from your thoughts. You sighed because the day was long and you were done with it

You took all the stuff on your desk, making your pens fall on the floor. You sighed again, louder than before. Almost crying since you were so tired when a hand touched your shoulder

You raised your head to find a smirking Atsumu looking at you. His look softened when he understood you weren’t in a good mood right now

“Wait I’ll help ya” he kneeled and helped you get all your stuff. After a few seconds you were done with this and you were about to leave when he took your hand, shutting the distance between your two bodies

“Where are ya going babe ? Tell me what’s the problem. Now.” He was looking at you with soft, yet strict eyes forcing you to spit the truth

You looked down on the floor with a sad face and he caressed your cheeks tenderly, staring at you into your eyes

He was holding your chin with his soft fingers and it made you feel protected, which is why you smile softly “it’s okay Tsumu; i’m okay, don’t worry”

He frowned, obviously irritated

“Fine, go first. I gotta call someone I join ya in just a few minutes.” He smiled and you didn’t try to understand his behavior, walking away from him

You were standing in front of inarizaki high school, waiting for him since you were used to go back home together everyday

After a few minutes waiting you heard him calling your name. You turned to him, your eyes only asking what was about to happen

“Was it your secret lover ?” You asked, joking and he laughed to your question

“Of course not, yer my only lover babe” he kissed your forehead tenderly and took your hand before starting to walk on the empty streets

“What are we doing ? This isn’t the usual way ?” You asked, starting to get lost. But deep down you knew where he was taking you

“Why trust me” he only said and after like twenty minutes of walking, and you, getting tired of walking he told you you were finally where he wanted to take you all this time

You looked at him; then at the fast food “uh.. I don’t have money Tsumu so...” he laughed, probably to your stupidity “isn’t it obvious that Imma pay for both of us ?”

You spent the rest of the night talking and laughing and he honestly managed to make you forget about your bad day. You were simply enjoying his presence, the food, his touches, his kisses and his jokes. You just loved him

“Hope my baby’s not sad anymore” he said looking at you with loving eyes, and caressing your hands tenderly

“It’s all okay now Tsumu, thanks” he kissed the palm of your hand softly and you spent the rest of the night together

— 𝗔𝗸𝗮𝗮𝘀𝗵𝗶 𝗞𝗲𝗶𝗷𝗶

“Yn are you okay ?” He asked. His deep blue eyes were staring at you in silence as if he was thinking about something

“Yeah I’m just.. tired. The day was long and exhausting” you said. Half telling the truth, half lying. After a long minute he finally took his eyes off you to focus on the class again

Time passed and the English class was already over, so was your day. You were going out the classroom when a hand seized yours; making you jump in surprise

You turned to face your boyfriend once again. He was looking down at you, soft eyes, soft smile, soft man. You frowned, not understanding what he wanted but having his hand holding yours was making you feel good

“Keiji ? What is it ?” You asked innocently

“You lied earlier, you’re not okay sooo I’m going to take you out to change your ideas, is it good for you ?” He asked softly, still holding your hand in the middle of the corridor

“Y-yes” you stuttered. Akaashi has the ability to disturb you sometimes. He was just so honest and direct you weren’t used to it yet.

He smiled softly when you agreed to follow him, not knowing where he was taking you. But you trusted him

You were both walking next to each other, silent, and still holding hands. It could be awkward but it wasn’t, you were just enjoying each other’s presence

“Here we are” he exclaimed when you both arrive in front of the park

It was 4pm so the sun was still shining and you both went to lay on the grass. He put his jacket on the ground, taking your hand to make you sit next to him

“So..what are we doing here ?” You asked, curious to know how long you were going to stay here doing nothing special

“Mhh just relax Yn. Come here” he pat his thighs, indicating you where to put your head with a soft smile on his lips

The minute after you were laying and he was cuddling you, caressing your hair and your cheeks

“Do you wanna talk about it ? I can give you advices or I can listen and shut up” he laughed waiting for your answer to his suggestion

You sighed, looking at the blue sky while his eyes were focus on you “there’s nothing to say babe, it was just not my day” you raised your shoulders

You were drowning in his eyes and you got on your elbows to kiss him. His lips were soft as always. He was holding your head between his setter hands

“Well i hope the end of the day is better then” he stated, smiling to you and feeling so loved and supported made your heart melt

“Thanks Keiji” you said before throwing yourself into his arms

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[brainlessacademia]

Interesting...

Pairing: Bakugo x Reader

~fluff~

Word Count: about 2k

Note: hey y'all this is my first ever writing. Please tell me what yall think and what suggestions you have. thanks!.

You hated school

Well mostly you hated English and how difficult it was.

But what definitely didn’t make it any easier was having him as your partner for your classes’ poetry project.  

Right when you heard that you two would be partners you couldn’t be more annoyed.

Bakugo seemed to have his same bothered expression on but with a little something else, you couldn’t place your finger on it.

Now you weren’t going to lie.. you did find him attractive. But you knew he wouldn’t go for you. He didn’t seem to reciprocate any kind of feelings. You weren’t even sure he knew your name. What also got you was-

“Hey”

His voice snapped you out of your daydream and brought you back to reality. Which was that you were working together in the library.

You suddenly felt super embarrassed and tried to hide your face from getting red but you don’t think it actually worked.

“Yeah?”, you replied as if you’d been paying attention the whole time.

“So are you going to show me what you ducking got so far or what?” Bakugo snaps.

That’s right you were here to work on the project after all.

You take out the papers from your bag and hand it to him.

As he’s taking the papers from you, his fingers brush over your hands and give you chills ever so slightly.

Why am I getting excited over just his hands touching mine. I’m so dumb. You think to yourself.

He starts skimming your paper.

“Well, can I see yours too?”  You ask.

“Mine are fine.” Is all he says.

You roll your eyes. Of course he thinks his is perfect and just wants to check if your work meets his idea of good.

You look around the library and notice all the other kids studying. You look around for a while just seeing if anything will catch your eye. You then look at Bakugo reading your work and you swear you see him look down really fast as if he’d been looking at something else.

Confused, you ask “Uh.. how is it ?”

You wonder if you were just thinking too deep into it. He couldn’t have been looking at you could he ?

“ it’s alright, but i think you should change the third poem thought”

“Oh really, and how about yours? I think I should see yours to know too”

“Mine are good dammit. But since you're being so goddamn annoying I’ll show you them.”

He takes out the papers from his bag and forcefully hands them to you. To your surprise they were actually pretty good. You're wondering how he got so good at English and especially  at writing poetry. You looked at him just above the edge of the paper and you swore he was trying to look like he hadn’t been staring at you.

“You misspelled irresistible by the way “ you huff as you give the papers back to him.

“Fuck you.” He says as he snatches them back with just the hint of a smile on his face.

You wonder if you’re just crazy but you can’t but help find him more attractive when he does that.

“I think we’ll only need to meet one other time. I think we got almost everything covered.” You say. You feel almost sad that you won’t really have a reason to meet with him anymore. Then you remind yourself that it’s useless anyway because he doesn’t feel anything.

“Yeah sure whatever.”

The next morning you were up pretty early. No one was in the kitchen yet so you enjoyed the quietness. You hummed while looking around for something to eat. You didn’t really feel like cooking anything so you decided that cereal would do.  As you were pouring you noticed that Kirishima walked in.

“ Hey”, Kirishma says

“Hey Kirishima”, you say back.

“Are you seriously just making cereal ?” Kirishima says laughing.

“Come on, I didn't feel like making anything else.” You say tiredly.

“Come on let’s make pancakes I’ll help you.” He says while smiling.

Of course you give in because who wouldn’t want pancakes over cereal. Also you wouldn’t be doing all the work so that’s nice too.

You ended up both making a mess of the kitchen laughing and throwing pancake mix at each other. You and Kirishma got along pretty well. He was always nice and brightened up the mood anywhere he was.

“Okay seriously let’s make a few more than finish up we’ve made a huge mess.” You say as you throw some more flour at him.

“Fineeee” he whines.

You were both laughing and playing around and it wasn’t till you felt a chill go through your body that you realized someone else was there.

You looked over and saw Bakugo standing at the entrance to the kitchen with an almost mad look on his face.

“Oh hey Bakugo want some pancakes?” Kirishma says as he’s pouring batter on the pan.

“What the hell are you guys doing” is all Bakugo says.

“Uhh making pancakes obviously? Need your eyes checked?” You say matching his attitude.

You couldn’t place the emotion on his face. He seemed mad but you wondered why. He was definitely trying to suppress some emotion but what was it? He seemed bothered but more than usual. But he’s always bothered so is there really any difference?  

“Just shut up and clean up this mess” Bakugo huffs. He walks and purposely bumps into you while walking towards the pantry.

“Soo you don’t want any ?” You say playfully as you hold up an extra plate with pancakes on it.  

“Hell no” Bakugo says while still looking in the pantry.

“Well I’m gonna go get ready for class today” Kirishima says. He’d been eating his pancakes while simultaneously making them which resulted in more of a mess but he actually cleaned it pretty well.

“See ya y/n , Bakugo.”

“See ya” you replied

Bakugo didn’t seem to want to reply, him still putting on an attitude while searching for food.

After Kirishima left, Bakugo turned around and started walking to the table you were sitting at.

“I’m only going to eat this because there’s nothing else to fucking eat.” He yells as he grabs the extra plate and sits across from you.

“Uh huh I’m totally sure there’s nothing else to eat.” You reply.  

 Later during class you were trying hard not to fall asleep. It’s not like Math was anything fun anyway. Soon the bell rang and class was over.

To your surprise Bakugo caught up to you as you were walking. “I think we should meet again tonight so we can finish the project for good. '' he says.

You were surprised he wanted to meet today when the project wasn’t due for a while.

“Oh sure, Um where do you want to meet?” You ask.

He didn’t reply which you took as he didn’t really have a place to meet. Which further confused you on why he asked to meet suddenly with short notice.

“Well Um we can meet in my room if you’d like ?” You posed. You couldn’t really think of anywhere else to meet, plus you only had little to work on so it shouldn’t take that long.

“Sure whatever, I don’t care. “ he replied.

He seemed not his normal self. Like something was bothering him outside of everything that already bothers him.

“Hey you’re the one who said we should meet what's with the attitude.”

“Yea yea whatever. See you there” is all he said. Before you could say anything back he was already ahead of you to your guys next class.    

Next class was science which you didn’t really mind because your lab partner was always high energy. Halfway through the experiment you and Kaminari realized you messed up completely and just created an utter mess of the table. You both laughed it off and tried to fix your experiment but cleaning it up was the worst.  

“Hey y/n bet you won’t drink this.” Kaminari laughed while pushing the beaker of god knows what towards you.

“Yea no way how about you I’ll give you 5 dollars ?” You pose.

“Omg 5 dollars you got it ?!” Kaminari yelled while “drinking” but you could clearly tell it was a dumb magic trick.

You roll your eyes.

“Shut up I know you didn’t actually.” You say laughing.

Something caught the corner of your eye. You turned and you noticed Bakugo staring at you and Kaminari with a glare on his face. Bakugo turned away before you had a moment to react. Was he actually looking at us? You thought to yourself. No way and was he mad? But why ? He’d been like this almost the whole day. Maybe something was bothering him. But what did it have to do with me ?

You ended up cleaning everything with Kaminari and class ended soon after.

Back in your room you looked at the clock. 6 pm. You completely forgot about meeting with Bakugo. You two didn’t discuss a time so you just got ready anyway expecting him to show up any moment.

Soon enough about 10 minutes later you heard a knock at the door. You got up to open and sure enough it was Bakugo.

“Thanks for setting up a time.”  You say sarcastically. You realize you’ve been smiling for a little too long so you stop and try to change the mood.

“So uh... are you going to come in?”

“Waiting for you to move out the goddamn way . He snorts

“Oh right” you reply. Embarrassed you didn’t realize you were blocking the entrance.

You both sat down at your desk. You assumed Bakugo wasn’t going to break the silence so you decided to.

“Can I see your poems so we can decide what order to put them in?” You ask.

Without a word he hands them over to you. You were surprised you didn’t get any sort of back talk or complaints. You decided not to question it and start reading through them.

“I think y-“.

Just as you were about to say something his lips met yours. You didn’t move. Was this really happening you thought to yourself? All the times you thought he didn’t even notice you and now this was happening.

You pulled away and said, “Bakugo what-“.

“I-I like you okay? I didn’t want to say anything about it before but I knew I had to today so there you go.” He said while avoiding your eyes.  

You leaned back in and kissed him. You thought he was so cute in this moment so vulnerable and shy, avoiding your eyes.

It gave you a sort of confidence boost.

Know he felt the same way as you.

“Aww why didn’t you tell me before Bakugo”. You said after pulling away.    

You noticed he got super red and you pulled him into a hug.

“Well after I saw how much fun you were having with Kirishma and Kaminari I knew I had too soon.”  

You pulled away from the hug with a smug look on your face.

“Ohh were you jealoussss ? Was that why I caught you looking at us today ?”

“You’re lying I was looking at you guys.” He said avoiding your eyes again.

“Oh my goodd just admit I know you were. It’s Cute.” You said.

“No I didn’t. Not at all.” He said while rolling his eyes.

“Okkkayy finee.” You said sarcastically.

You gave him another hug and you guys decided to get on the bed and cuddle for a while.

You were surprised he could be so soft and his usual fiery self at the same time. You guys stood like that for a while. You started scratching his head and he seemed to like it. He held you tightly and you wished this could’ve happened earlier.

You sat up a bit and met his eye level. You held on to his hand and questioned, “ waittt does this mean you lied to me ?”

“What do you mean I didn’t lie about anything?” He said. You noticed he looked concerned

So cute.

“You didn’t really wanna work on the project huh.” You said while putting on a fake sad face. He pulled you back down into his arms and ruffled your hair.

“Are you serious? We’re literally cuddling shut up” he said.

“Uh huh so you did lie.” You said playfully. You crossed your arms as if you were mad just to play around with him.  

“Fine you know what if you wanted that I’ll just leave.” He huffs while getting off the bed.

“Wait you know I was just jokingggg” you while pulling on his shift for him to come back.

“Exactly what I thought.” He said back while smiling.

“Now come on let’s cuddle. I'm cold without you.”

[after-l1fe]

Mayhaps could I ask mori nsfw alphabet? Please?

Mori x GN!MC Nsfw alphabet

Soo idk much about Mori but I tried doing some research about him in hopes to better understand him. The whole point of his character is to be mysterious and damn did it work well XD. I wanna say idk his past story and in one part I talk about his eyes, I hope that doesnt break cannon too much or at all.

 A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He is normally very tired after sex but he will attend all your needs, do you want a bath and clean sheets? you’re getting that, sometimes it seems like he already knows what you want even before telling him.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He loves your thighs, he loves to hold them when he is between your legs and to leave them full of marks.

From his body he prefers his eyes, even if he has them closed most of the time and doesn’t show them off that much he loves them, and he showing you his eyes when the two of you are alone is something he considers very intimate.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

His cum is thick and sticky and he loves covering you with it its his way of being a little possessive, his favorite place to do so is your chest.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He has only jacked off once and that was after you wore particularly exposing clothes to a party and drank a little bit too much and began getting touchy with him.

He couldn’t help but go to the bathroom to ‘ease some tension’, you two were already in a relationship but the idea of doing love to you while drunk didn’t feel well to him.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

This isn’t something he’s proud of and no one knows about it but he has no experience at all yet he definitely did his best to please you that first time you two did it, only to find out he wasn’t that good at it, cue A LOT of research and the discovery of several kinks he didn’t even knew existed.

That second time was the best one you ever had, only for him to surpass his limits every time afterward.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He has done lots of positions but his favorite ones are the ones where you are tied up, if he had to choose one though it would be the leapfrog position with you hands tied up, he loves how vulnerable you look and how you seem so helpless (of course all with your consent, he would hate to harm you or do something you don’t like).

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

0 goofiness, he doesn’t feel like sex is the right time to make some jokes and he’s very serious about it, also why would he joke when instead he can say dirty things that make you squirm.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

The carpet does match the drapes although they are a little bit darker in color.

He trims the hair every now and then and makes sure that it looks well, he just doesn’t like shaving he feels its too much of a hassle.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He struggles a bit with telling you how he feels so he prefers to just kiss you all over and sometimes after he’s more in the mood drop an ‘I love you’ but otherwise he wont seem very romantic.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He doesn’t do it. He has better stuff to do, like deals and negotiations, and if he really needs to have some fun he will just come to you and have fun with you 😉.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He’s a voyeur as he’s not afraid of doing stuff in public yet he would hate the idea of you two getting discovered by anyone that’s why he’s planned every little detail, but you obviously don’t know that which makes him enjoy himself even more by seeing how you get a little shy by the idea of getting found.

He’s also a rigger, he loves seeing you tied up in beautiful ways and then he loves to add a little fun by placing some toys in you and watching you beg for him as he just watches your needy state.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He isn’t afraid of doing stuff in public and he is quite proud about having done it in certain places, some of those being the roof of the school, the auditorium and one time he was under your desk as you spoke to someone letting his tongue and hands wander your private parts.

Yet sometimes he just wants to have a sweeter session with you which will take place in your or his room. (Sometimes it doesn’t have to be in the bed tho, he likes the shower as much as the bed)

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

He loves to fantasize about the stuff he could do about you, and sometimes he cant help but let his mind wander a bit too much and he NEEDS to try this new idea/fantasy he’s planned in his head.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Harm you, he may like tying you up in ropes and put you in cuffs but he always makes sure they’re smooth/soft and won’t cause you harm, you mean the world to him and he wouldn’t want to do anything that harms you.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He prefers receiving, he can just lay back and see as you do all the work and try to get him to cum although, if you do a really good job of pleasing him we will be sure of returning the favor twice as good as you did.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

For quickies he prefers fast and rough, to get you both to orgasm rapidly but, if its just a normal session he prefers taking more time and go slowly and tell you how much he loves you while leaving a little kiss on your lips.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He loves them. Its fast, not too energy wasting and you both get a lot of pleasure!!

The school closets are one of his favorite places to do them.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He loves taking risk and experimenting new stuff.

He wouldn’t be against the idea of having some fun in an unused classroom or the storage.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Not that much stamina so he prefers to just give it his all in one long round and then just kissing, cuddling and showing how much he loves you.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

LOTS of toys, he thinks they make things spicier and he isn’t wrong about that, specially as he knows how to use them even in ways you hadn’t imagined.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

SUPER unfair, he won’t stop whispering dirty things into your ear and sometimes it won’t even be in private.

He once was walking by your side and just whispered pure filth into your ear to afterwards just leave and leave you there feeling horny. You can’t get a break with this guy.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He doesn’t make a sound no matter what he’s doing with you (aside from his dirty talk) BUT, if you whisper his name right into his ear you’ll hear him grunt and hell start moving rougher and faster. If confronted about it he will say he didn’t even hear you say anything.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

As he has said before he never breaks a deal, and that also applies to his love for you, he would never even think about cheating on you, and he will always try his best to make you happy, after all he made a deal with you, a deal to never leave you alone and be there for you no matter what.

After sex he will ask you more than once if you are fine, sometimes he thinks he has gone a little too far with stuff (even if you two just had normal sex) he loves you a lot and wants no harm to come to you.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He’s average in length but where he excels at is in thickness, this is something he loves, he loves the feel of how you stretch for him and cry out in pleasure.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Not that high yearning, or at least that’s what he says/shows, he might not look like it but sometimes when he looks like he’s scheming something it may not be some dirty plan or at least  not the dirty plan he does to get some deals with people. 😉

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He doesn’t like wasting too much energy and he IS quite tired afterwards but, he will wait until all your needs have been attended to and you are feeling comfortable, if you’re not comfortable no matter how tired he is he wont be able to sleep.

Thanks for my first request 😊💕literally number one anon

[kcatta-wodahs]

Hey there :3 May I request a matchup🙈? I'm a 5'6 tall, queer, chin long dyed red haired girl(she/her) and you can call me Karo if you need a name :p I don't really care if it's a single pairing or a poly one as well as the kind of relationship (platonic/romantic/sexual), but maybe a romantic one would be sweet🤔 I'm a INFP and was born under the sign of Pisces and I think the stereotype fits me pretty well lol. I don't think I would describe myself as clingy, I definetely need my space (part1)

and me-time, but sometimes it's also nice to have someone who will drag me outside to do stuff or socialize if I'm isolating myself too much or another depressive episode seems to creep up on me. I think they need to understand, doesn't matter if it's a platonic or romantic relationship, that sometimes I can't give them much(time etc) and that that's nothing personal and that they're still very important to me. Hmmm I think I would prefer my relationship like I like my fanfics hehe, slow burning, like first get to know each other, (enemies to) friends to lovers is just *chefs kiss* for me <3 I really love to draw and sing, to dance too, I like to spend time in nature and with animals, help them too. But I also like adrenaline rushes, like rollercoasters, cave exploring, bungee jumping, exploring lost places etc, I would say I'm almost up to anything if it's exciting or interesting, but I definetely like just chilling and watching netflix, playing games or watching Vine compilations or crackhead satire twilight tiktoks(which is tbh the things I do most of the time until someone drags me out). I love making others laugh with just random outbursts(thats pretty much my humour, just randomness and gen z memes). I try not to judge anyone for anything and be open for all kinds of stuff, except for like non-negotiable things for me like racism, homophobia, sexism etc, like, full offense but I have absolutely a zero tolerance for that. I also get very emotional very easily, doesn't matter if it's something not so important like a touching movie scene(so many things make me cry so easily haha) or like in an argument. I really have a hard time argueing, I hate it SO much, I either try to avoid conflict(and run away like a coward lol) or if it's really something we have to discuss I sometimes need time and space in between(not the best under stress talker/thinker), but if the other side is being calm and considerate then I think I would be fine too Oh almost forgot,I love cuddling(definetely also platonic)and am not afraid to just throw myself at my friends/lover/s I am getting better at not caring about what others think, but sometimes I'm still pretty insecure about everything(my actions,my future,my appearence..),but my motto is fake it till you make it,so feck other people,I can do whatever the hell I like and nobody's gonna stop me hehe😈🙈 Soo yes,I think that will be enough😂Thank you for your time and effort👐💕👐

A/N: I promise you fake it til you make it is 100000% good strategy and also i see feck are you from ireland

I pair you with.... The Attic Sandwich!

Beel and Belphie would be perfect partners for you. The two of them balance each other out in many ways, and you fit right into that. They value the connection between them and because of it they don't expect to always be around each other. This connection extends to you. Beel takes you out to all sorts of places (usually ones where there's unique food) and would definitely have fun with some adrenaline rushes. It makes him forget about his hunger for a bit. Belphie is absolutely there for your sense of humor and he's very good at watching your depression and arranging something to cheer you up.

More Below the Cut!

The plot of the first 20 chapters is what really gets you close to these two. (Spoilers for that follow and in the last three bullet points) Beel opens up more and more to you, and just absolutely falls for you. Belphie gives us that sweet, sweet enemies to lovers trope. He becomes curious about you, especially with how smitten Beel is, and ends up falling along the way.

THIS is the cuddliest group to ever cuddle oh my goodness when you want snuggles you will have them

They adore just relaxing with you. The three of you become a pile on the couch while watching movies or other videos.

Beel will watch you scroll through tumblr while he engulfs you with his arms. Belphie somehow worms his way into yours and alternates between sleeping against your chest and watching your screen as well. You hear an occasional snort of laughter from him.

Beel is very emotionally intelligent, so he can quickly determine your mood and what he can do to help.

Belphie encourages you to break out of your shell and be yourself. He's very blunt about his opinion of other people lol

He finds himself staying awake longer with you just so he can hear you. He thinks you're hilarious, honestly, and loves talking with you.

When you throw yourself at Beel he catches you. He big and strong and loves affection from you. but also this happens https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NIhl1cW9Me8

Belphie thinks its the funniest shit he can't breathe

If you do it to Belphie honestly he just stands there - either to let you fall or cling to him like a koala. He looks so Done but I promise he loves it. He laughs at you either way. He saves hugs and cuddling for when laying in bed or sitting. Too tired to hold you.

They both understand needing space, and will often just go off and do their own thing. They have complete faith in your feelings for each other, and will never doubt that you love them.

At least not for needing alone time - Belphie has lingering guilt over plot but he tries to make up for it by protecting you.

The others in the house can't help but be reminded of the trio they were with Lilith as angels.

While it still hurts to remember, Beel and Belphie feel almost as if they've come home around you. A part of them that was lost is found again. 

Snippet!

Cleaning day is nobody's favorite, but least of all Belphie's. Too much work. Just don't take ou your stuff and then you don't have to clean it later, right? The problem to him seems to be all the time people spend awake and he shouldn't have to deal with it!

But cleaning day is a little better with Beel and Karo. With their laughs and energy. Usually seeing other people so active drained him, but not with those two. He watched as Karo danced around the room to the music she had put on, while she and Beel tidied up. It was frankly adorable, and best of all: Belphie wasn't expected to join.

He was happy to watch. He watched as Karo spun into Beel's side, surprising him and causing him to stumble before he laughed and swept her up into a spin together. He watched as Beel picked Karo up with ease to put something on the top shelves of the room. He watched Karo find pillows in all the nooks and crannies of the room, and he huffed and whined when she threw each one at him on the bed.

Belphie was on snack duty. In exchange for the two helping him with cleaning day, he was expected to provide the rewards. This was not a small feat when Beel was involved, but it was far better than cleaning.

"Hah! The closet is done!" Karo declared, brandishing her feather duster. "Snack us, Belphie!"

He couldn't help but chuckle. It was an awful phrase. Silly and stupid, but Karo's enthusiasm was just so contagious. 

"Good job. C'mere," he told them, reaching to his hoard of treats.

Karo practically jumped onto the bed, grinning at him, while Beel was close behind looking very expectant. Belphie hid the curling smile of his lips by lifting up a large bag. "The closet is the biggest monster of them all - so for defeating it, you two get this."

Karo gasped and Beel's eyes gleamed. "Oh, those are my favorite..." he said, already reaching out.

"Ah-ah," Belphie pulled the bag back, to be met with a pout from Beel. "You'll eat them too fast for Karo to get any, so we're gonna do something different."

"Different?" Karo asked. 

Belphie smirked and opened the bag, which led to a very audible tummy rumble from Beel. He and Karo couldn't help but laugh. He pulled out a snack - just one - and held it up. "Karo, say 'aaah'." 

She beamed at him and opened her mouth. "Aaah!" Belphie tried really hard to keep his blush down as he dropped the snack in her mouth. She was so darn cute about everything. 

"Now you give one to Beel."

"Just one?" 

"Just one," Belphie agreed, smirking at the pout.

It didn't last long though, as Karo held up the snack and said "aaah" to Beel. He eagerly opened his mouth for the treat, but shocked himself by blushing heavily once she leaned over to feed him. Karo didn't comment, but seemd to be rather proud of the fact.

Belphie fed her another, and she followed up with Beel - but Beel took her hand after stealing the snack from her fingertips. He couldn't help but kiss the palm of her hand. "You're... so cute," he mumbled. "I like this."

"I thought you would," Belphie said, pleased with himself. "Karo?" he held up another. 

She went for the treat, but instead he pulled it away, holding it above his head. "Beel gave you a kiss, don't I get one too?"

Karo paused and blinked before laughing and leaning in. "You're adding new rules," she told him. 

"Never said I couldn't," he answered, giving her a light peck on the lips before presenting her with the treat. The look of satisfaction in her eyes made his heart pound, and he could tell that Beel's was just as busy.

"My turn," Beel said quickly. Whether he meant for a snack or for a kiss... well. We shall see.

[rosyrosethings]

. Y/n the strict independent CEO has a soft spot for her new assistant Harry

Y/n walked through the office with her designer suit grey skirt suit. Tailored to fit her in all the right places. Getting everyone attention as she strutted through the office building her large sunglasses covering most of her face and skin glowing as always she reached the elevator taking her to the top floor. She waited as the elevator doors open. Once opened it revealed her front desk secretary Lizzy and a boy next to her. But she didn’t bother looking up. She continue to type through her phone. Texting multiple people. She’s a ceo if one of the top fashion industry in the world she was always busy and she was only 23 so she didn’t have time for anything but work.

“Hii Miss Y/N, this is your new assistant Harry.” Lizzy announced. Lizzy was Y/n friend actually. Everyone was too scared of y/n but not Lizzy. Lizzy was always there to tell Y/n what’s up. Y/n continued to look down at her phone.

“Why do I need a secretary and an assistant?” Y/n asked not even bothering to look up at them. “Because I’m here to answer calls and schedule meetings and take care of things while you’re out of office. He’s here to help you with Errands, go to meeting with you, take notes, get your what you need and what not.” Lizzy said, “and it’s rude to be on your phone when someone is introducing you!” Lizzy said, Y/n looked at Lizzy through the thick sunglasses. “My company my rules.”

Y/n looked over at Harry. Her eyes grew wide as the beautiful boy stood In front of her. Y/n took off her glasses and made eye contact with him. His green eyes were gorgeous. She went silent for a minute she couldn’t think.

“Hii miss Y/n. It’s a pleasure to work with you.” He said as he stuck out his hand, Y/n didn’t like the power he had over her already. So she looked down at his hand and turned around putting her nose in the air. ‘Focus.’ She said to herself. Men are just a distraction she thought.

“That’s Mrs. Y/L/N to you sir and follow me.” She said as she walked away Harry stood there dumbfounded for a minute but then quickly followed her. They walked into the huge office at the end of the hall. She pointed to the desk in the corner of her huge office.

“Here’s your desk. And if you need anything you can let Lizzy know.” Y/n said as she walked to her desk a couple feet away. She sat Signing into her desk top computer. She over at Harry’s desk seeing what the cute boy was doing. He sat at the desk already looking at Y/n. Y/n looked away causing him to chuckle

“Here’s a list of things you need to do.” She said reaching her hand out handing him the list while looking in the opposite direction. He took the list and got started on the items on the list. Harry was a great assistant. Soon he was Y/n right hand man. Days turned into weeks and weeks turned into 4 months. Y/n was basically in love with him. They way he was good at organizing all of her paper work and emails, he’d always find whatever she needs no matter how rare it was and he would never complain about her bitchy attitude but yet she would always be cold towards him.

Today was different and Harry was having a bad day. He woke up with his dick hard as fuck. He didn’t have time to jack off because he had to get Y/n coffe from Starbucks but even if he did jack off it wouldn’t have been enough. He needed someone else to take care of it. but he had to work so he wasn’t in his bubbly mood as he usually is. So he made to the office early setting Y/n coffee on her desk. soon Y/n walked in her skirt tight as usual. She had a very similar morning to Harry’s. Had a wet dream about Harry as soon as she was about to reach her climax her alarm went off.

Harry watched her as she strutted through in her red high heels. She sat on her desk. She set her purse on the desk hitting her coffee by mistake spilling all over her lap.

“Fuckk!!” She yelled immediately standing up. Harry still watching her.

“Miss Y/L/N. Do you want me to go get you some extra clothes?” He asked, but he didn’t want to get up. Watching her made him harder and harder his hand slowly rubbing over the bulge in his pants.

“No you have too much work to do. I can get someone to bring me some clothes from the shoot downstairs.” She said as she grabbed the phone making a call to Lizzy telling then to bring her anything as soon as possible. Soon someone was knocking on the door. Y/n immediately opens the door.

“Miss Y/l/n we are currently having a shoot for our party line. So we only have part-.” The guy tried to explain. But Y/n cut him off. “Yea yea yea, just give it here!” She took the bag and closed the door in the guy face.

“Do you want me to leave ?”

“No. What are we 12? Have you never seen a girl naked before Harry? .” She snarled as she started unbutton her blouse revealing her while lace bra. Her attention was to the clothes she was taking off not even noticing the way he was staring at her. She unzipped the side of the skirt causing it to fall revealing her Lacey see through panties. The white bra and panties looked so good on her brown skin. Harry couldn’t take it anymore. He walked up to her as she turned around reaching for her clothes in the bag he pressed himself against nice round as his hands going on either side of her waist holding her tightly. Slowly grinding himself against her ass.

“H-Harry what are you doing?”she said as she stood up straight. He chuckled in response. “You just look so good. I could help it. You’re so rude to me i thought I’d teach you a little lesson.” He said his hands moving up from her waist to her bra. She didn’t say anything she was enjoying his touch so much.

“You’re quiet ? That’s a first. Do you like this baby?” He asked as his hand made there way down from her breast to her pussy. His fingers slowly brushing over her core.

“Yes Harry.” She responded. His other hand made it way around her neck. “It’s daddy to you.” He said.

“Yes daddy.” She said quickly getting wetter and wetter by the minute. Already still wet after thinking about that wet dream.

“Already wet for me love. Now bend across that desk for me.” He demanded. Y/n nodded as she bent across the desk. Harry smacked her ass. “Being such a good girl for daddy aren’t you?” Y/n didn’t reply. Harry smacked her ass hard.

“I asked you a question.” He said as he started to pull down her panties. “Yes Daddy.” She yelped out as he smacked her again. Harry bent down and slid his fingers over the open of her wet pussy. Causing her to bite her lip. Harry put the fingers in his mouth.

“You taste so good..” he said, he moved his mouth closer to her clit. And licked around her clit slowly sliding two fingers in her. She moaned out in pleasure as Harry was enjoying the taste of her. He started to move in fast motions. Then he pulled his fingers about and pulled away from her as he stood up. Taking the belt off to his pants and letting them fall. He pulled out his shaft from his briefs.

“Hurry daddy.” Y/n moaned out needing more of his touch. He grabbed her hair.

“Are you rushing me love?” He asked sliding his tip up and down her opening. She bit her lip. “No daddy I’m sorry.”she apologized. He put his tip right on her opening before ramming inside her. Causing her to moan loudly.

“Fuckk.. you’re so tight. When was the last time you’ve had a good fucking?” He said as he thrusted in and out of her a slow paste. She couldn’t answer. He felt so good in inside of her she was at bliss . She felt like she needed this. Harry grabbed her hair tightly and rammed inside of her. He lowered himself to her ear. “I asked you a question.” He growled at her.

“I-I don’t know almost 3 years ago.” She whined out. He smirked and stood up straight grabbing her hips ramming himself inside her repeatedly. Causing her moan out loudly she could believe she was having sex with her assistant and that it felt so good.

“Fuck you feel so good. I’m gonna cum.” He said as he moved quicker.

“Please cum inside me Daddy.” She pleated as she was reaching her climax also. The words took Harry by surprise. It was so hot. He stopped thrusting and held on to her hips tightly as he came inside her and she followed. Harry pulled out and sat on her desk chair letting out a sigh.

“I’m so so sorry.” Y/n apologize, Harry looked at her confused as she pulled up her panties. “Why are you apologizing?” He chuckled. He grabbed her hand and pulled her into his lap.

“You’re so independent and stubborn it’s soo cute to see you vulnerable.”

[rocket-remmy]

A Battery Of Guilt, On Which To Poise|| Morgan and Remmy

TIMING: Last Night PARTIES: @mor-beck-more-problems and @whatsin-yourhead SUMMARY: The floor sure is nice this time of day. CONTENT: Depression, Mentions of past abuse, Homophobia mentions, Self Harm

It was strange having Remmy over at the house again, almost as strange as not being able to patch the seams in her old sweats with a touch of her hand. Almost. Morgan paced the house, waiting for them to show up, stretching her muscles restlessly like she’d seen Lara Croft do in the movies. She still found herself scanning the road outside the house, the shadowy corners of the trees in the yard when she let Anya out to hunt. Someone might be there, waiting for her, watching her. Then again, it hadn’t even been a week. Maybe that was supposed to be normal for a fresh steaming slice of trauma. But hadn’t she had enough? Hey, Universe, I’ve had enough! She thought, sending out each word as clearly as if it were a configuration for a mental spell. You tapped me out of life, so maybe let me tap out of the bullshit! She deflated with relief when she saw Remmy loping up the driveway. She felt like an idiot for having worried about them getting tired before. Things were still weird and stiff between them, but it was better to have them around than to be stuck with only her thoughts for company. 

Remmy could still remember the underwhelming response they’d received when they’d first told people hunters were after them. The only one with the appropriate response had been Lydia. She’d been scared for them, offered them shelter, a place to hide-- everyone else? Oh, no, Remmy! That’s bad! Are you okay? Can I do anything? Or, in Deirdre’s case, Just kill them. Two responses Remmy hated. And now, Morgan understood. They’d’ve been lying had they said they didn’t feel just a hint of an “I told you so” on their tongue. But they’d hold it, because they didn’t want to fight anymore, even if they still held that anger close to their chest. The walk to Morgan’s was fast, time slipping by like it didn’t need to bother to exist anymore, since it didn’t matter to them. Lately, nothing had mattered to them. They approached the door, and knocked, shifting from foot to foot as they waited for Morgan to answer the door, hands in pockets of torn and unwashed jeans.

Morgan swung open the door on the first knock, trusting Remmy to come in and lock the door behind them on their own. They’d been by enough times before. “Thanks for coming,” she said. “I know you said whenever, but I appreciate it.” She lead them down the hall to the workout room, where she had already laid mats down around the punching bag. Her eyes drifted upward to the attic, where she knew the weapons hung in all kind of strange, menacing displays. It had given her chills before, the violence and the reverence of Deirdre’s work tangled up together. Remmy probably wouldn’t want to know about that yet, better to make this as uncomplicated as possible. “Have you ever--you mentioned a crossbow guy, and that hunter you asked once. Have you ever had to fight one of these assholes before?”

Closing the door and locking it-- a practice they were familiar with by now-- Remmy followed Morgan through the house. They’d been here so many times before, but somehow this time felt different. Everything just felt different. Even after their talk with Deirdre, things still didn’t feel quite right. “Is Deirdre home?” they asked as they walked, heading into the basement. When they made it to the room, Remmy paused, standing in the doorway. What did Deirdre need a room like this for? They supposed it didn’t matter, though, did it. Very little did, after all. “Yeah, I have. I mostly just run, though,” they said with a shrug, “unless someone is with me. I don’t wanna fight these guys just to fight them, but I will to protect someone.”

“Oh. She’s at work, but she’ll be home in a couple hours.” Morgan shrugged, a hint of a sour pout. She was relieved, for Remmy and Deirdre both, that they had each other. Remmy wasn’t talking much to their other friends, apparently, and she sometimes wondered who Deirdre had at all, besides Lydia.  But a little small talk with Remmy wouldn’t have been the worst thing in the world. Like they were maybe trying to be friends with her too. But maybe there wasn’t much of a point today. Every time she thought she’d buried the memory of that day in the woods nice and good, it came back up with a bitter sting. And of course, she couldn’t think of fighting back without thinking about it. “You’d just let them go and hurt someone else?” She asked, tying back her hair. “Treat you like you’re...less than an animal? You know they don’t have any right to treat you that way, right? Any of us. We might be dead but...fuck…” She grimaced, walking to the middle of the room, letting out the air she’d been holding in her chest for no reason. “I’m not you-mad, just...mad.”

Remmy gave as much of a glare as a one-eyed, depressed, unkempt zombie could give as Morgan went on. They didn’t move for a moment, watching her closely as she made her way to the middle of the room. “I already told you, I already told everyone,” they said, a little dour, “I’m not killing anyone. Ever. Again.” Spoke precisely, letting the words sit in the air a bit. “Hunter or not. I’m not doing it.” They finally pulled their hands out of their pockets, rolled up their sleeves in preparation. “You’re allowed to be mad, though. You should be mad, it’ll help when you need to fight back.” They looked over at Morgan finally, adjusting their eye patch. “Okay, come at me again. I wanna see what you’ve got.”

Morgan set her jaw, grimacing. When she was alive she had appreciated, in principle, that Remmy didn’t want to go back to the person they were in the military, even if running away when you knew how to do something else seemed just shy of incomprehensible. But now that she had been on the other end of that fight, when she had feared the dark coming for her again, she couldn’t imagine laying down and taking it. Even rabbits fought against the foxes. How could you not try, if you knew how? And knowing how cruel hunters could be, how human and yet so cruel--how could you not want to make them pay? They should know better. They were people. They were supposed to know better. She swallowed her thoughts down, mumbling, “Fine,” and came up to Remmy. She struck the stance they had taught her and started swinging. 

Remmy knew Morgan didn’t like their answer, but the world had already taken everything else from them-- they would not let it take this. Even if it meant their supposed friends thought less of them. It wasn’t as if the ones they had left had high opinions anyway. So Remmy set themself in a stance, and waited for Morgan to throw the first punch. She was sloppy, and Remmy couldn’t help but wonder if it was because she didn’t know how to fight or if it was because she was in a stubborn mood right now. So, they decide to give something new a shot. They batted Morgan’s hand away, stepping out of the way of her easily predicted punches. They weren’t a great fighter by any means, but they were good enough to get by, and being in the Ring had certainly helped a lot, too. They batted her hand away again, this time taking the extra effort to reach and flick her cheek before moving out of the way. “What? Can’t hit me?”

Morgan huffed, rolling her eyes at her friend. They were goading her on purpose, but she was too frustrated not to fall for it. At least this was simple. Catch Remmy and give them at least one good pummel to prove that she could. She swung again, tensing up. Swung again as they evaded her. She shifted on her feet, swift now that she was caught up in the moment, and clocked their collarbone hard enough to dent it. She smirked, brow quirked with self satisfaction and aimed a kick to their knee, just to shake things up.

If Remmy had been a normal person, the punch would have stumbled them. But as it were, they were still a zombie, and even as their chest dented, they only wavered a moment. Morgan went for a sweep of the knee, but she was too off-balance, too widespread, and Remmy caught her leg with their arm, gripping it tightly before flipping her off her remaining foot and dumping her onto the floor. “You’re too off balance,” they said finally, looking down at her. They didn’t offer to help her back up. “You have to make sure your center of balance is always forward, otherwise that happens,” they instructed, pointing at her. Remembering all the times their lieutenant had done the same to them. A swipe of the foot, a twist of the arm. Faces planted in dirt. Get up, he’d say, try again. Until the bruises were the only things showing.

Morgan went to the floor with a yelp. She grunted again, scrambling to her feet to show just how not hurt and not bothered she was. “Okay, fine,” she said, “How do I do that? And what do I do if you--if someone comes up behind me? I was knocked on my ass in less than a second. And--” She sighed, trying to remind herself that this was all just new, that she was just learning. “--How the heck do I figure out what my center of gravity is?” She asked, feeling more like an idiot than anything else.

Remmy sighed. They stood up, then, relaxing. “Let’s...start with one thing at a time,” they said, coming over to her. Somehow, she looked just as tired as they felt, and it didn’t go over Remmy’s head that neither of them actually could get tired. “Did you ever um-- get the stuff from Felix?” they asked, not looking at her as they adjusted her stance, tapping her toes so they pointed outward, pressing her arms closer to her body to protect the heart-- well, neck, now-- lifting them a little higher than normal. “Okay, I’m gonna push on your shoulder, don’t let me push you over but stay in that position, got it?”

“I talked to him, yeah,” Morgan replied. “I’ll be getting stuff soon. Just, you know, have to wait for supplies. Zombie meds don’t grow on trees, yaknow? But soon. Really ready for better to kick-in, to have some kind of consistency. I know you can’t actually wake up on the wrong side of whatever when you don’t sleep, but I hate when the switch happens. I hate that I can go from almost fine to being a mess with just thinking something wrong. That’s not just me, right?” She took in a breath and exhaled. There was nothing inside her to regulate, but the association soothed her. She could calm her head. She nodded for Remmy to do their worst. They pushed; she pushed back, holding still, digging her weight into the earth. She brought her gaze up to Remmy’s, narrowed with determination.

“No,” Remmy said quietly after they listened to her, “it’s not just you.” In truth, Remmy hadn’t felt the switch in a long time. They’d just been on the downward slope, somehow able to fall further and further, slipping under the surface and drowning in the anger they couldn’t seem to get rid of. They longed for the switch, to feel even the slightest bit okay-- but how true could that be, when they knowingly neglected their own stash of zombie xanax? “If you want some now, I have some,” they said, as they pushed on her shoulder, trying to throw her off balance. Morgan stayed put. That was good. “Feel that?” they said, pushing her a little harder, and though she stumbled slightly, she did not falter. “That’s your center of balance.”

“You do?” Morgan was so startled she stumbled out of her stance. “Are you sure? He told me they’re kinda, you know, pricey. Not the easiest ingredients to wrangle.” But she wanted some, yes. Stigma or not, this was a level of shity her therapy skills weren’t equipped to deal with on their own. She was tired. It was the stupidest thing in the world with her so-called endless energy, but she was so tired in her mind. She felt numb for holding on so long sometimes. There were moments where she could get some feeling going up again, where she could will herself to be a little less unglued, but she always slipped back again, and there was so much of her she still had to control, to manage. How to feel. How to touch. How to sleep without sleeping. What to do about her breathing. “I can cover the cost, at least. Deirdre kind of pays for everything at this point, so I’m doing okay with savings. Can I do that at least?” She centered herself up again, ready to go, but her arms were only half-raised, more focused on her friend.

“Yeah, um--” Remmy started, “I’ve got extra.” That was a blatant lie, but they weren’t going to let Morgan know that. She was already mad enough, they’d already lost enough between them, they didn’t need to lose what little ground they’d recovered. “I don’t...I don’t need money. You don’t have to pay me,” they said quietly. “Just...if you really want to, we can figure something else out, but I don’t need money.” They watched her center herself again, standing up and looking at her, making sure her feet were pointed in the right directions, before pushing on her shoulders again. “Good, balanced. See?” they backed up again. They didn’t want to talk anymore. “Try again.”

“Extra?” Morgan asked incredulously. “Felix doesn’t strike me as the ‘free extras’ kind of guy. I have to pay you back somehow, even if it’s not cash, okay?” She let Remmy reposition her, test her center with another push. Morgan dug into herself and did not budge. She raised her fists again, ready to continue with the exercise, but she couldn’t bury her concern for her friend. She threw one punch, then another, but it just felt wrong, pushing past something this serious. “Remmy, are you skipping meds?” She asked. 

“I mean, he’s a good guy. He was good to me, at least,” Remmy said, ducking and weaving to dodge Morgan’s fists. They blocked a punch or two by grabbing Morgan’s hand and pushing back on her, making sure she was still keeping her center of balance. She didn’t stumble or topple, which meant she was. At least she was listening to their instructions. “I’m not skipping them,” they said, pushing her away. “I’m not taking them. But we’re not talking about this-- I’m not talking about this.”

Morgan drew another breath, in and out. The pause, the concentration, gave her enough of a moment to reset herself and keep hold of that balance. It wasn’t so different from magic, the focus, the balance between holding her emotions honestly in her hand and letting them go through a direct channel. Whatever lines of power that had once lit her up remained dead. No hair rose on her arms, no vein tingled with recognition, but the other parts of her fell into it with a desperation she hadn’t felt until that moment. She threw two more punches, trying to concentrate her energy in her arms. Remmy pushed her away and she righted herself almost at once. “What do you mean you’re not taking them? At all? Remmy, why? You need those! If I need those, you definitely need those! Why are you doing this to yourself!

Remmy looked away. They didn’t-- couldn’t-- look Morgan in the eyes anymore. Why had they stopped taking them? Why had they stopped wearing Nell’s bracelet? Why were they starving themself? “Because I don’t deserve it!” they finally said, shoulders taught, hands clenched into fists as they stood like a brick, firm and unmoving. Like a soldier. “Because I deserve to be punished.” What for? They weren’t entirely sure. But they knew that they couldn’t look at themself in the mirror again anymore. And they knew they couldn’t look at the supplements Felix had gotten for them anymore. And they knew they couldn’t ever bring themself to reach out to their friends. All they knew was that they felt raw and wrong, and the last time they’d felt this way, the only thing that had gotten rid of it was pushing through it at boot camp. Putting it all behind them and moving on. “I thought knowing would help, but it just-- it just sucks.”

“Punished? What do you mean punished, Remmy? Punished for what?” Morgan dropped her guard and paced around to find Remmy’s face, tilting her head so she could at least try to find their eyes. “I know,” she said softly. “I know that knowing what happened doesn’t help.” She’d told them so, even if it had been in a moment of anger. “But none of that means you deserve to be hurt. That’s not how it is. So what gives, Remmy?”

“For all the shit things I did!” Remmy shouted, turning to face away from Morgan as she searched for their eyes. “Because I’m a shit person! I thought-- you know, I thought I could be better, but obviously I can’t. I’m not. I’m the same person I’ve always been-- alone and angry and stupid. And no amount of trying to be better is going to change that. I’m just-- I’m just rotten,” they said, shuddering at the word, remembering all the times they’d heard it. From the man with the angry fist, or from the principal sat slumped behind a desk, or from the pastor staring at them from behind the pew. You must’ve been made wrong. “And this-- being this, it’s my punishment.”

Morgan grabbed Remmy’s arm and yanked hard, trying to spin them around. “No, fuck that! That is bullshit, Remmy, you hear me? That is fucking bullshit!” When they wouldn’t budge she shoved them, putting all her strength into it. “If that’s true, what am I being punished for, huh? What’s thing I did that made me deserve this?” There was nothing. Her curse screwed her out of her life, the rest was just--stars, was it random? Was it just a well intention ed mistake? A last ditch effort? A cursed second chance? She didn’t know, but she sure as hell didn’t ‘deserve’ it for not coming up to scratch. “That’s bullshit thinking, Remmy,” she said. “You’re not special and you’re not rotten, you just got screwed. Can you see that? You’re a good person!  You’re good! You’re good and you don’t deserve the shit you’re giving yourself!”

“You’re not being punished! Obviously you’re not! You got the-the girlfriend who cried over you while you died and held you, and you got the support when you woke up, and you have all the friends who mourned you, and you-- you have all those people helping you through this. The only mistake you made was trusting me. I’m the one that decided to bite you, I did this to you,” Remmy shouted, shoving her away again, already feeling hot, angry tears welling in their eye. “I took everything good away from you because that’s-- that’s what I do. I just take the good from everyone. From-- from you, from Darius, from my mom. My friends. Everyone. I just-- I take it and I ruin it. I ruin everything.”

“Remmy--” Morgan deflated. “My curse took everything away from me. Constance took everything from me. She killed me. Fate literally said so. So I don’t know where the hell you’re getting that from. You didn’t make these things happen, any of them. You were screwed over. It wasn’t fair. None of it was fair. And it wasn’t you.” She gripped their shoulders, squeezing tight. “It’s not you. Fuck that, okay?”

“S-stop it!” Remmy said, pushing Morgan away again. “Stop it! Just-- be mad! Like you were before! Just hate me and be mad! It’s my fault! I should’ve just let you--” die? But they didn’t really believe that, did they? The thought of losing another friend pained them more than death. “It was my fault! I shouldn’t have let you go out, Deirdre said-- and then I-- and then you--” Words falling from their mouth without much thought anymore, hands going out wildly. “It’s always my fault! Always my fault! I just hurt people.” Choking back a sob. “I just hurt people. 

Morgan grappled with Remmy, pushing and reaching until she had hold of their wrists. She squeezed them tight in her hands and held them until her muscles shook, hard enough to bruise a human, hard enough to keep Remmy from hurting themself. “You’re a good person!” She snapped, shouting over them “I was cursed and then I got screwed over! It was fate, don’t you get it? I was born fucked and no matter how hard I worked, no matter how many times I suffered, no matter how many times I put my life together again, Constance’s bullshit was always going to take it away! No universe, no sacrifice was ever going to give me my good, Remmy! You didn’t do shit!” She was crying too now, tears trickling down as her throat went hoarse. “You didn’t screw me up,” she said, more firmly this time. “You didn’t do it, Remmy. And I love you. I love you, Remmy.”

“No, don’t-- don’t!” Remmy protested, struggling in Morgan’s grip. But despite being stronger, they couldn’t find the energy to get away from her, beaten down by her grip on their wrists, by the way she was staring into them-- by her words. Remmy felt trapped, shrinking into themself. “I did! I bit you! I made you like this! I made you into a monster just like me! And I shouldn’t have-- he said it was the wrong thing to do, too, and I--” they tried to push her away again, trembling in her grip. In fear. Not of her, but for her. “Everyone I love dies or gets hurt and I-- I’m not worth that. I’m not worth it. So just--” they yanked again and pounded a fist on Morgan’s chest. “Hate me.” They pounded another fist. “Just hate me.” Another, each blow growing weaker. “Hate me--” thud-- “Please!”--thump-- “Just--” thump-- “please…” 

Morgan reached down into her core and held herself steady. She staggered back once, twice, but always came back to where she was before as Remmy wailed on her chest. “I still love you, Remmy. Maybe that’s fucked up, but I do. I still love you.” She grappled with them again, working them with each push towards the wall, blocking their fists when she could, but finding that quiet space inside her and holding on tight. Then she had them up against the wall, pinned tight. “I love you. Are you ready to stop now? You can stop. It’s time to stop, Remmy. I love you, so stop.”

Remmy’s back hit the wall and they stopped. Staring wide eyed at Morgan as she spoke, her words not entirely registering. “I’m not worth it, though,” they croaked out, choking on a sob. Suddenly trying to inhale, their lungs begging for steady breath, even though they hadn’t needed it in over a year. Hands digging into Morgan, fingers curling, not pushing her away, but not pulling her close either. Body trembling. “They all get killed or hurt or lost. I can’t-- I’m not--” memories flashing behind their eyes of all the times they were told they weren’t worth it, they’d never be worth it. Friends turning their backs, strung up on flag poles; cadets whispering behind hands about them; privates staring and pointing; lieutenants looking down on them disapprovingly. They couldn’t accept it, even as they saw the stubbornness behind Morgan’s eyes. They couldn’t do it. Their chest felt like it was collapsing. They gasped for air again, clutching their chest. Clutching Morgan’s arm. “It’s not-- I’m not-- I can’t--  I can’t. I don’t know how to stop.”

Morgan stepped close as Remmy began to collapse under their grief. She let them tug on her arm, even loosened her grip so they had room to reach for that air, to reset their body again. She worked her arms around them in as much of a bear hug as her short limbs would allow. “Shut up, you’re worth it,” she said. “You’re worth it, Remmy. You just are.” Gradually, as they shook and cried she lowered them to the ground. She had enough practice with her will giving out over the last month, she knew how to do it without knocking their bones too hard. Easy did it. Sliding carefully to their knees, then sitting, and then they were laying on the mat together, squeezed tight end to end. Morgan pressed her cheek to Remmy’s hair, squeezed them tighter. “You’re worth more than this, Remmy. You’re a person. You’re a whole ass good person and you’re worth more.”

Remmy’s body collapsed under the weight of everything, and they sank slowly to the ground in Morgan’s arms, holding onto her as their lifeline. “But how can I-- when I’m still so-- I’m so angry still,” they pleaded, “I’m so mad all the time and I don’t know how to stop. I-- I’m mad at you and I’m mad at Deirdre and Lydia and Skylar and Blanche and it’s-- I know I shouldn’t be, but I am. I can’t-- I feel like-- everything, everyone-- why didn’t anyone just tell me? And I’m-- I’m jealous of you. You got to have-- you got to die in Deirdre’s arms and she cried over you and then you got-- you got to wake up with her. You didn’t have to ever be alone and it’s not fair. And I know I had-- I know he was there, but he died, too. I didn’t get to wake up with him. I didn’t get to cry in his arms. I didn’t get anyone and you had everyone and it’s not fair,” they sobbed, face planting into Morgan’s shoulder even as they lay on the mat, defeated. “I’m so mad at you. I’m so mad at myself. I can’t make it stop. It won’t….It won’t stop…”

“Shut up, we didn’t know it was a lie.” Morgan said, squeezing Remmy tighter. “No one can know until they get to here. And I am still pissed at you too. I am pissed, Remmy, but I love you. And if I can be pissed and love you, you can be angry and love yourself too. It’s okay. You can let yourself off the hook, okay? Let yourself off the hook…” She went on like that, fists bunched in their clothes and hair as she held them steady. Remmy continued to come apart in her arms, one weight on their chest slipping after another. “You’re not alone right now, are you?” She whispered. “Because we help each other. That’s what we have to do to survive this.”

Remmy’s hands curled tight enough into Morgan’s shirt to tear small holes in the fabric. They didn’t move, didn’t say anything, trembling in her arms, on the cold floor-- not that they could really feel it. They knew that was she said made sense, but their heart still clenched, their chest still heaved. Why couldn’t they just believe it? Was that trust really that far gone? Could they no longer believe Morgan after the shattering truth came out behind everyone’s egregious lies? That this was okay? That they were fine? That they were still themself, even undead? How could they believe anything anyone said anymore? They couldn’t. They just...couldn’t. But Remmy was so tired of fighting it. So they just curled into Morgan and let out silent tears, stealing their body. “I’m sorry,” was all they murmured into the quiet room, into Morgan’s chest. “I’m sorry.”

[rogue-barnes-16]

SOMETHING ELSE

Request: May I please have a Roger Taylor imagine where you have really bad anxiety and he doesn’t know but he comes to see you having a panic attack and helps you and lots of fluff???

Pairing: Ben!Roger Taylor x Reader

Genre: angsty fluff

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Requested by: @serpentwithatardis

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Warnings: anxiety attack, some language

A/N: it took me soo long to finish this, I'm really sorry, I'm falling behind due to the exams. Also, I hope you enjoy, and about the rest of the requests, they're coming <3

ROGER'S P. O. V.

Y/n wasn't exactly shy.

She wasn't exactly quiet.

She wasn't exactly distant.

Y/n was something else.

I didn't notice that something the first time Deaky had introduced her to the group as a potential second vocal and piano player. At that moment she was just a melodic voice and a pretty face.

She soon became a member of the band, though, and the more time she spent with us, the better I got to know her, and the clearer it was for me that she was something else.

However, and even though I really tried for a while, we never turned out to be close friends —mostly because she seemed to avoid spending time with me alone—. Maybe she didn't like me that much, maybe I had rubbed her the wrong side.

"That was amazing" I commented when Y/n finished singing her part for Bohemian Rhapsody. "really beautiful"

"Thanks, Roger" she gave me a small smile whilst taking off the headset to give it to Freddie, who was the next to sing. "Your falsetto was very impressive"

"Thank you" I replied, helping Freddie with the microphone. When I turned to look at Y/n again, I saw her putting on her jacket. "Where are you going?" I asked confused.

"Oh, I need some air" she answered, grabbing her cigarette pack, along with a lighter. "too many hours in the studio"

"wait," I walked to the bench to grab my jacket "I'll go with you, I could use some air" before I reached the bench, though, we heard the door shutting and when I turned around, Y/n was nowhere to be found. "I... What the-" I shot a glance at Freddie, who was already looking at me. "why does she always do that?"

"why do you care that much, darling?" Freddie teased with a knowing smile on his face. When I stayed shut instead of replying with a snarky comeback, he let out a chuckle. "she told you, Rog. She needs air, give her a break."

After Freddie's teasing, I realized I really liked Y/n in a way I hadn't liked any girl before. Her amazing self was enough to attract all my attention like a moth drawn to the light.

It was due to the amount of attention I paid to her every day, that I felt terribly disappointed with myself when I finally got to know what was that something else in Y/n.

It was after our first press conference. It was more intense than we expected, and, even though most of the questions were for Freddie, a surprising amount were for Y/n too, related to the fact that she was the only girl in the band.

"Y/n, some people say that John was your boyfriend and that's how you got in the band." I first looked at Deaky and then at Y/n. "is that true?"

"who said that?" she asked, quite confused.

Before the previous reporter could keep talking, another one took their place. "Y/n, it is said that you're not attracted to men, what do you have to say about it?"

"I thought we were here to talk about our music?" Deaky asked, noticing that Y/n was getting uncomfortable.

"are you romantically involved with Roger Taylor?"

Y/n took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. "is there any bloody questions related to our songs?" I growled at the microphone.

"Is it hard to be a girl surrounded by men?"

"are you the one choosing the band's outfits?"

Another deep breath. Y/n rested her forehead against the palm of her hand while her foot tapped fast against the floor.

"do you get jealous when your band mates are seen with groupies?"

"are you open about being with more than one of your band mates?"

"fuckin' hell" her breathy whispered was too quiet for it to reach the microphone in front of her, but it was enough for me to hear it. "fuck fuck fuck fuck-" her breaths turned short and shaky.

"Y/n" I called her name, trying not to seem worried when I saw her eyes shutting and her jaw clenching. "Y/n..." the moment I put a hand on her knees to stop her leg from bouncing, her eyes opened widely.

"Okay, seems to me like you're in the mood to waste your opportunity to interview us" Freddie stated, hitting the table before getting up. "c'mon darlings, let's go"

"Lead the way Freddie" Brian stated, getting up to follow Freddie out of the press conference room. Deaky did the same, and Y/n and I followed him closely, leaving behind us the reporters' protests. "I already hate this part of our job."

"it's only the first" Deaky reminded Brian. "what are you planning on doing when-" he stopped talking when Y/n jogged past us and got into the bathroom. "shit."

"is she Okay?" Brian asked as we stopped walking to stare at the bathroom she had gotten in. "should we wait or...?"

"I... Think we should give her space" Freddie stated, gesturing us to keep moving to the exit. When they realized I wasn't following them, they stopped off once more. "Rog-"

"no" I plainly stated, making my way to the bathroom.

"she needs space" Deaky warned me.

I scoffed.

Space. She needs space. She needs air. She needs to be alone. She needs a moment.

"she needs a bloody friend, John" I retorted, stalking to the toilets' door. "you can go, but I'm staying." before they could reply anything else, I entered the toilets, closing the door behind me. "Y/n?"

I heard her before I saw her, since they were huge toilets.

I heard her gasping for air a couple of times before I rushed towards the noises. "Y/n-" her forehead was resting against the tiles of the wall, her chest going quickly up and down "are you-"

Her legs gave out and she felt on her knees, pressing one of her hands against her chest with her eyes wide open. "I c- I can't... I can't b-breathe" she tried to take a deep breath and she ended up gasping once more. "I-I-I- I'm I ca-"

It suddenly hit me, she was having an anxiety attack.

As soon as I realized that, I kneeled besides her, pulling her forearms for her to face me. "Y/n you have to- try... Try to breath deeply" I tried sounding as calm as possible, not wanting to make it worse with the fact that I was freaking out.

"I c- can't I-I'm sorry I-" she tried to do as I told her but she ended up gasping harder. "My chest hurts! Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck"

She attempted to bend over and I made her sit up again, caressing her cheeks "Y/n, love, deep breaths okay? It's- it'll be over soon. Just- just take deep breaths" I moved closer to her, and, not knowing what else to do to calm her, I pulled to my chest.

"I can't-" she repeated, this time letting out a frustrated sob. "I'm sorry- I'm- I c- I'm sorry" she gripped the hems of my partially open shirt, attempting to hold onto something.

"You're gonna be okay" I whispered, rubbing circles on her back and trying to pull her even closer to me, something that was proven impossible when we only ended up almost lying on the floor. "it's just a moment, you'll be okay. Can you try to br-" she nudged her face against my chest and I couldn't feel her fresh tears on my bare skin, which made my heart break. "can you... Try to breathe deeply again?"

She nodded and I let one of my hands comb her hair. "o-okay... J-just... I-" she shifted slightly to rest only her forehead against my chest, before starting to take slow breaths.

I planted a kiss on the crown of her hair while she finally managed to slow down her breathing to an average rhythm. "see? You're okay" I whispered, letting her exhausted body rest over mine.

"I'm sorry" she mumbled, loosening the grip on my shirt. "I'm really sorry... It's been a while since I had one as strong as this one."

I stayed in silence, processing what she had just told me, before speaking. "you... You have... Anxiety?" She nodded against my chest, not daring to look at me. "why didn't you tell us."

"I... Deaky knows" she whispered, shifting her position when I moved us to rest against the cold wall. "but I asked not to tell you all." she sighed. "I thought I had it under control. I didn't want you to see me... D-different?"

I moved her to be able to face her. "different as if... Fragile" she nodded at my guess, shunning my gaze. "Y/n? Does... Do you avoid me because of this?"

"I don't avoid-"

"you do" I argued, rapidly regretting it when I saw her shying away from me. "I'm sorry- this- this isn't the moment to talk about it, I'm sorry" I apologized raising my hands in surrender. "I just- I... Fuck I shouldn't be saying this but I- I really like you"

"I-" she opened her mouth a couple of times before she spoke. "I know... Freddie told me" I opened my eyes widely, feeling my cheeks reddening. "Sorry"

"fuck... See?" I questioned passing both my hands over my face. "I shouldn't have said anything, I knew you were avoiding me. I'm sorry... Can we pretend this didn't happen?" I dared to look at her and I saw her with her lips parted and her eyes dug into my form, making me blush even harder because bloody hell, she was so beautiful.

"You're blushing"

"I know, can you not say it out loud?" I groaned, covering my face once more. "shit." I felt her hands tugging mine, moving then away from my face before her lips brushed against mines. "what..."

"I didn't want you to deal with... This" she said, letting go of my hands, only for me to hold hers. "that's why I... Was avoiding you. That's also why I didn't say anything. Also because I don't think I'm your type and you're-"

"my type?" she whispered a doubtful 'yes' while my hands moved to hold her hips, rubbing circles with my thumbs over them. "I've never liked a girl the way I like you, Y/n. I don't know what's my type, but you for sure are above all that shit" it was her time to blush. "If you want to try... I'm down for it."

She started to chew her lower lip and I leaded one of my thumbs to her lips, to stop her from doing that. "I mean... Even with the anxiety thing?"

"yeah"

"well then..." she inhaled deeply before nodding. "okay. We can try... Because I really want to."

A smile former on my lips and I leaned on, capturing her lips on another kiss. "thanks for giving me a chance" I whispered, looking at her eyes.

She smiled back and rested her forehead against my chest once again, this time feeling peaceful instead of distressed.

[sooghostwriter]

Iliada

Pairings: Do Kyung Soo x OC

Genre: Mature,  Romance, AU, action, smut in future chapters

Warnings: Kyung Soo is not a good guy, mention of violence, bad language.

Summary: After a long and hard assignment, Yoon Suji is sent to a new mission that involves less violence but needs a lot of acting. Do Kyung Soo has one of the biggest drugs rings in South Korea, but police haven’t been able to get him. They need proof that he is the one in charge and Suji is the one sent to get them.

She has the freedom to decide how is she going to get his trust.

Chapter 4

March 15

“What do you mean you don’t want us to stop that transaction?”

“Boss, are you an actual idiot?” Junmyeon went pale in front of the computer screen. Suji’s words didn’t have a hint of a joke, she was actually asking if her boss was an idiot. That always disarranged him. 

“I’m not, I’m your boss”

“Then why are you asking such nonsense? It took me two months to finally get something, a very small something by the way. If you guys fail, you know who would be the first suspect for spilling all the information?” Suji enjoyed throwing rhetorical questions at her boss. She knew he hated them. 

“We are not going to fail”

“Mister Kim, of course no, Minseok’s team is flawless, but if you guys catch him with only that, a small drug transaction, it would be a waste of time. How much could he get for that? 3 years in jail? I still need more evidence, strong evidence…please boss, I know why I’m telling you this” Junmyeon couldn’t fight with that. She was right. She was always right. 

“Proceed as you say, agent Yoon”

“Thanks boss! Now if you excuse me, I need to hit the gym” Suji turned off the computer and Junmyeon couldn’t see her anymore. 

“Can you believe her? She called me an idiot and she hung up on me, I’m her boss! And older! She doesn’t respect me at all!”

“She does respect you, but in her own way” Minseok stood next to Junmyeon, after listening to his conversation with Suji. He patted Junmyeon’s shoulder and left a cup of coffee on his table. 

“But she is right, we shouldn’t get in Kyung Soo’s way yet”

“I know!” Junmyeon took several zips from his coffee and Minseok could see he was thinking deeply about something. 

“Minseok…I have been thinking…for a long while…or wondering maybe, that someday Yoon could turn against us” Minseok answered as if it wasn’t a big deal, something that didn’t surprise Junmyeon. 

“Yeah, I’m sure that under the right circumstances, for her of course, she might turn her back to us”

“But how? She is so trustful?” Junmyeon couldn’t answer that question himself, so he needed another point of view, from someone who knew Suji better. 

“She is, but first, she is trustful to herself ”

Junmyeon cursed and drank his hot coffee.

From March 23th to April 12th

March 23th to March 24th

The day after the transaction Kyung Soo felt especially happy. Everything went well, and that was always a reason to celebrate. He had breakfast in bed and got up a little bit later. He took a long shower and for lunch, he asked for his favorite food. He had lunch with all the staff and Baekhyun. The plan for the afternoon was to take advantage of the bright sun outside and play with Taro and Sabotaro.

The relationship he had with his dogs was pretty special. He saved both of them from an abusive owner, and he made sure to make the owner pay. He liked how they looked like tough dogs, but in reality, they were a pair of teddy bears that enjoyed being scratched in the tummy, run around the garden and eat apples.

That afternoon Taro was acting weird. He didn’t run as fast as Sabotaro, and he didn’t touch the apple that he gave him. Still, Kyung Soo kept playing with them, Taro was always the calm one, and maybe he didn’t feel like playing.

Kyung Soo could catch Taro’s and Sabotaro’s attention with a fake chicken that made a horrible sound each time they pressed it. Kyung Soo would throw it and both of them would run, catch it and bring it back to Kyung Soo.

By the third run, Taro suddenly stopped and fell on the floor. 

“TARO!” He ran and reached his dog in no time.

He was unconscious.

Kyung Soo moved him but there was no response. Sabotaro smelled and bit his friend’s ears, but there was still no response. Kyung Soo kept calling his name, touching him, trying to bring him back to consciousness. 

“Mister Do, move!” He jolted and was pushed away by Suji. She sat on the floor next to the dog and sank her hands in between Taro’s back legs. She posed her index and middle finger on his inner thigh and kept them there for a couple of seconds. 

“There’s no pulse…here, call your vet, tell him what happened” Suji passed him her phone and Kyung Soo grabbed it with shaking hands. Thank god he knew the number by memory. Meanwhile, he saw how Suji began the compressions in Taro’s chest. Kyung Soo explained to the veterinarian what was going on. They suggested applying CPR to the dog, which Suji was already doing. They told him that they would be there in 5 minutes.

“What did he say?” Suji took him out of his stupor. She was still applying compressions. 

“He will be here in 5 minutes”

“Good, he will be breathing by then” Kyung Soo stood next to her, not knowing what to do, but admiring Suji’s assessment. Sabotaro sat next to him, and stared at Suji with his ears up, whimpering. Kyung Soo could hear her mutter a ‘Come on boy’ as she kept applying CPR with a synchronized rhythm. Kyung Soo was in charge of the time, Suji shouted at him ‘check the time!’ when she saw him with his arms resting on top of his legs.

Three minutes passed.  Each time a minute passed, Suji would check Taro’s pulse. Nothing yet. She kept pressing, her voice wasn’t a whisper anymore, she screamed at Taro, asking him to come back. 

“4 minutes” Kyung Soo said, and Suji checked Taro’s breath again. 

“He is breathing!” She checked his pulse and smiled at Kyung Soo. 

“The pulse is back” So did Kyung Soo’s. When the veterinarian arrived,  Suji took the lead. 

“He faded while playing, he had no pulse and he wasn’t breathing. I applied CPR for four minutes until he started breathing”

“Good job, let’s take him to the clinic” Kyung Soo and the vet took Taro in their arms and Suji stayed in the garden, holding Sabotaro, who insisted on following them.

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She never imagined that her direct ticket to Kyung Soo’s right side would come from such a humble existence as a dog.

She was cleaning the library when she saw it happen. Kyung Soo ran until he reached his beloved dog, desperate, trying to get a response from him. Her body responded immediately. She ran towards Taro, dropping to her knees so she could help him.

It was an old jail companion in North Korea who taught her how to do it. And it stayed in her head. She always wanted to have a dog, in the future, when retirement was her only option.

Kyung Soo spent the night at the clinic. Everyone’s mood at home changed. From worrying about their boss and his dog. Both of them were really loved, Suji already knew that. The rest of the staff thanked her for the help she gave, but she wasn’t quite sure how to answer. Saving the life of such a precious creature was an instinct of hers, not a duty. It didn’t matter who’s dog it was, she had to help Taro. She didn’t do it thinking about the pros.

Kyung Soo came back the next afternoon and found Suji cleaning the windows of his office. He looked tired and worried. Dark circles framed his eyes and his clothes were full of wrinkles. Suji went down the chair that helped her reach the high part of the windows and stood in front of him.

“How 's Taro?” Suji took a step back when he did nothing but bow. His head almost touched the floor. 

“Miss Park, thank you so much for saving Taro’s life, the vet said that without your CPR Taro wouldn’t have made it. I can’t thank you enough, I own you so much”

A dark grin broke Suji’s face.

March 25th to March 26th

Kyung Soo woke up by the sudden landing of a heavyweight on his bed. In front of his eyes, there was Baekhyun, dressed in shorts and a t-shirt. 

“I’m sorry to interrupt your sleep, especially after what happened, but we need to hold a reunion. Our client wants more of that new meth. He got us new contacts in three new police stations, so we need to re-arrange some of our guys. Also, I already got in contact with the seller and he will send us a bigger shipment tomorrow. It will be here in two days.”

“Ok, I just caught half of the things you say, but I have to get up, I understand that much…thanks for taking care of the commission”

“No worries, I’ll go have breakfast…by the way, Where is Suji?”

“Miss Park for you, and she must be having breakfast with the staff”

“After she saved your son, did you fall in love with her or something?” Kyung Soo disappeared behind the bathroom door giving Baekhyun the middle finger.

                                                         ≠

Everybody was ready to start working on their chores when Kyung Soo appeared in the kitchen.

“At 1 o’clock, I need all of you here in the kitchen. We will hold a meeting and we will probably be over by 3 or 4 o’clock….sorry for the bother” No one asked anything. Everybody nodded and started working.

Suji was left dumbfounded. She asked Miss Dada what was going on. Her only answer was. 

“It’s his way to protect us, so there aren’t witnesses” She said nothing more and left Suji standing in the middle of the kitchen.

Suji understood something that had been going around her mind for a while.

Everybody knew that what Kyung Soo did wasn’t exactly feed the poor. They knew it. And still, they accepted it. It was as if they were under some kind of Stockholm syndrome.

March 27th to March 29th

Before leaving the household that night. Suji needed to try something. If Kyung Soo already trusted her, he could at least tell her what was going in there. She already knew it. That was for granted. But hearing it from his mouth could be a good thing for the investigation.

She turned on the recording system on her computer and went to Do’s office. She knocked on the door, identifying herself, and he let her in.

The smile he gave her made her feel sure about what she was about to do. She spoke first.

“Mister Do, I will like to talk about something, it will be short” Kyung Soo adopted a serious stare, stiffing his back. He saw this coming. 

“Go ahead then” Suji kept standing, even after Kyung Soo invited her to sit. After a long pause, she finally asked. 

“What business do you have here?” She had Kyung Soo under a watchful eye. Looking for any sign that could tell her something. 

“Why do you ask?”

“Some things are suspicious…and I want to know the dangers around me”

“For you there are no dangers, that I can promise” She tried to act more relaxed as if Kyung Soo’s words could calm her. 

“Then what it is you…”

“Miss Park… ignorance is bliss, that’s my way to protect you” Suji understood his tone. No more questions allowed.

She muttered an ‘understood’, bowed and left the office.

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“So, Yoon, what do you want me to do with all the information you got the other day from Kyung Soo’s meeting?” Junmyeon’s voice was full of irony. Since Suji referred to him as an idiot, Junmyeon took that attitude, and Suji didn’t fall for it 

“I want you guys to investigate every name that appeared there. Anything that calls your attention, investigate it. With a low profile of course” Suji could hear Chanyeol’s keyboard in some place of his lab, probably writing down Suji’s directions. 

“Chanyeol! Come in front of the camera for a while please?” Junmyeon moved from his seat giving Chanyeol some space. 

“Chanyeol, I need some new gadgets. Lately Kyung Soo has spent a lot of time talking on the phone, do you have something that could let me hear what is going on there?”

“I think…I do, but Suji…his house has some kind of antenna that provides a shield, so no one can intercept his phone calls”

“I know, but from the outside, what about the inside?” Chanyeol shrugged his shoulders and started searching for something on his computer. Suji went to the kitchen, fetched herself some pizza for breakfast and came back to her seat. Junmyeon disappeared from her screen, leaving only Chanyeol, who waited until Junmyeon left the room to talk to her. 

“Suji, the other day the big boss came to talk to Junmyeon, asking for news about your mission”

“So?”

“Junmyeon had a little quarrel with him… She always does a perfect job!, he said, I don’t see why this sudden hurry!… He was quite mad” Suji munched his pizza, feeling quite grateful towards her boss. She always appreciated when someone defended her. Especially her boss.

“Still, this was sort of an easy mission…is taking you a while…you should start using the big weapons If you know what I mean”

“Shut the fuck up Chanyeol, I’m leaving, talk to you later” Suji unplugged the computer and kicked the trashcan next to her desk.

She already knew that. She had to hurry up. But Do’s business was a fortress, and it had all the necessary things to stay like that. Very few people were involved, no digital register, loyal co-workers, and people inside the police and inside the government. She was so wrong when she thought that this could be an easy mission.

March 30th to April 1th

Suji’s new toy was a dispositive called RFTS (Random frequency tracking system). The system was quite simple, it will capture every single call in a ratio that could be adapted by the user. In big investigations it could be very chaotic, a voice recognition system will be needed, and probably a team of 30 people that will sit there and listen to the calls, searching for the voice or conversation they needed. But in this case, she only needed an antenna with a reach of 20 meters. And the voice recognition was quite easy when only two people would talk at the same time under that roof.

But she couldn’t be stuck to her computer all the time waiting for a call, so she left the MacBook on and recording. Later Chanyeol or Minseok will edit the recordings.

                               ≠

Kyung Soo knew himself well enough to know that he was staring at Suji too much. He was expectant until another of her skills could come to the surface. Also, he found himself incredibly curious about what he could find under her long skirt. Since the beginning, she has been wearing long skirts that only showed her ankles and with the record he had about her, she was someone who worked out, so why hide her legs?

At the end of the day a man is a man, he thought. And thinking about something couldn’t kill.

“Sabotaro, maybe I should go visit Sara” The dog looked at him from the other side of the window with a stare that looked like a ‘whatever’. Kyung Soo was about to get up and get ready but a knock on his door stopped him. 

“Come in”

“Mister Do, I’m going to clean the books”

“Sure, go ahead” Suji looked a bit lost, questioning Kyung Soo with her eyes. 

“You will stay here?” He only nodded. She smiled at him briefly and got in with work.

Suji was silent. Too silent. Once in a while Kyung Soo had to look up from his book to check if Suji was still there. It took her three hours cleaning the first shelf. Skillfully she would get on top of a chair so she could reach the higher ledge. Kyung Soo gave a guilty, yet appreciative stare at her figure. He couldn’t get too much. Only the clear line of her waist, highlighted by her apron, and the obvious length of her legs. 

“Mister Do, I quit my last job for this kind of thing” Kyung Soo knew immediately what she meant. Deny it was useless. So he only apologized. 

“Ok, just…try not to do that again”

“Sure, I’m very sorry…may I change the subject?” Suji nodded and started cleaning the other shelf. 

“You like reading Suji?”

“I do” Short answers made Kyung Soo anxious…and curious “What kind of books?”

“Spy novels, thrillers and…poetry” Kyung Soo smiled, a bit less anxious, but more curious. 

“I have a lot of books like that, feel free to take them with you anytime you need it”

“Thank you, sir”

“What kind of poetry do you like?” Suji pursed her lips in a way that could be described as adorable, way too adorable. 

“I like Japanese poetry…also Latin American writers”

“The bad thing is that because of the translation, you lose a lot of the meaning” Suji grinned as she kept working. 

“That’s why I read them in their original language”

He was screwed. Damn, he had a thing for smart girls.

Some guys liked big boobs, some others had a thing for big butts. Kyung Soo had a thing for big brains. And bilingual brains were even better.

                                                             ≠

Kyung Soo took the first step. Suji felt like getting on her knees and thank God. Not that she believed in him, but she had to thank someone for that change of events.

Just when she was thinking about hurrying up, Kyung Soo decided to stay there while she cleaned the library. That was for sure some kind of kink. And then she finds him looking at her from behind his book, his eyes squinting. She had two options. Let it happen and later take advantage of it. Or face him, stopping him with some prude attitude. She went for the second one. She remembered reading something in Kyung Soo’s profile. Something like ‘He likes straightforward attitudes’.

Then he started asking about her book preferences. And she answered quite honestly. Reading was a good way to stay away from headaches in the middle of missions, so she always hid a copy of some favorite book next to her bullets. He kept asking questions, showing interest, which amused her.

Chanyeol would have to shut his mouth. Suji now had a short time goal.

By the end of the week, she would have Do Kyung Soo eating from her hand.

Hopefully.

The next day, after a day of work, she locked herself in her room. With the curtains closed and only the dim light of the computer screen. She checked some recordings, labeling them with the dates and time. After finishing that, she checked the microphones. Looking for some late-night activities. The ones from the office registered nothing. When she checked the ones from the library, she only perceived the noise of light steps. Then some books falling and lastly a high pitch noise that made her jump and take off her headphones.

The microphone. That noise was familiar to her. Coupler. The most probable reason; it fell from where it was hidden.

She got up from her bed and opened the door looking outside her room. All her neighbors were sleeping, and all the lights were off. She walked outside her room, across the hallway and the kitchen in her tiptoes, carefully, making no sound. All the other rooms were dark. And from Kyung Soo’s room, she could hear the shower running. Hopefully, he didn’t hear the noise. When she reached the library, she got scared for half a second when she saw something moving in the dark. She turned on the light and could only see the tail of a cat going out through an open window. On the floor were a couple of books and the bible that she used to hide the microphone. She lifted it from the floor and found the little black thing under it, shattered in several pieces.

“Fucking Christ” She cursed under her breath. She hid the little pieces in the pockets of her pants and started picking up the books from the floor. Once she was ready to leave, someone called her name. 

“Suji?” Fuck. Suji shut her eyes, organizing the ideas in her mind. She pulled off a calm expression and turned around, meeting Kyung Soo’s questioning eyes. 

“Sir, I’m sorry…I just came here looking for a book, I was having a bit of trouble sleeping, and I already finished all the books I brought…sorry If I bothered you”

“No, please, go ahead, pick whatever you want” Kyung Soo crossed her arms and walked closer, standing behind her. She got nervous, she hated that feeling, so she grabbed the first book she saw in front of her. An old version of Sherlock Holmes. 

“A classic” Kyung Soo said, and Suji heard it too close to her ear. 

“Yeah, never too old, now If you excuse me” Suji got ready to leave but Kyung Soo called her name again. 

“Suji, tomorrow I need you to accompany me to the temple. I need to deliver some donations”

“Of course sir, whatever you need” Kyung Soo bowed at her, she responded with a similar bow and finally walked outside the room.

A triumphant smile crossed her face once she was finally back at her room.

April 2nd to April 3th

The art of seduction consisted of finding the weak points of the human being. And Kyung Soo’s was quite clear.

The man was full of repentance and guilt.

Suji could tell by the way he prayed at the temple and how familiar the priest was with him. She has seen it before. Men that did bad, begging to God for forgiveness.  

She skipped the praying thing telling him that she didn’t believe in anything, only herself. That brought a smile to his face, and Suji knew she did well. She didn’t talk that much when they drove to the temple. Kyung Soo tried to bring a subject of conversation, but she only gave him short answers, giving very little information. Every answer brought another question, but only superficial subjects. He asked once about her family, to which Suji only answered with the truth that Chanyeol had prepared for her. Both parents died, no siblings and no grandparents. No family at all. That was easier to fake. A couple of death records, no necessity of hiring actors. Kyung Soo didn’t ask how her parents died, so she didn’t have to keep lying.

Kyung Soo was an orphan. Maybe that’s why Jongdae and Chanyeol decided to make her an orphan too. How Do’s parents died was clearly explained in Chanyeol’s report. Car accident. It was a pretty horrible accident from what she could see in the pictures. Kyung Soo was left with no family and a small heritage.

She felt a little bit bad for him.

But if his weakness was repentance and guilt she needed to find a way to tell him something like ‘It’s alright, you are a good guy’. The how was the tricky part.

How could she make him believe that she understood his situation and gain his trust when she supposedly didn’t know what his situation was?

Suji sighed and asked God for a cigarette. She blamed the strong smell of incense. 

“Suji? I think I’m ready, sorry to interrupt your sleep” Suji opened her eyes and stared at him with a frown. 

“I wasn’t sleeping, just enjoying the smell of the incense” As soon as her words left her lips, she realized how rude she sounded. She wanted to apologize, but he was smiling. He sat next to her, not looking angry at all towards his employee. 

“Maybe we should grab something to eat at the…just a minute” His phone rang inside the pocket of his joggers, and as soon as he saw the screen he got up and walked some good 5 meters away from her. Having the RFTS now would have been very useful. He spoke for two short minutes and walked back where Suji was, clearly worried. 

“We have to leave, come on” Suji didn’t ask a thing, only followed obediently and got into the car.

Kyung Soo walked inside the backroom of a bar in Dongdaemun flanked by two of his guys. His frown stayed deep and dark, and his hands in his pockets gave away a very unfriendly look.

Inside the room were two guys, standing next to the window. One of them tall, built and with a frown as deep as Kyung Soo’s. The other one was as tall as his companion but less built, and his brows were raised in worry. 

“Good afternoon gentlemen” Both of them stared at Kyung Soo and only one of them walked in his direction. 

“Mister Do, long time no see”

“It's nice to see you again Mister Go, sadly, under these circumstances” Kyung Soo shook his hand and patted his shoulder, giving him a warm smile.

Go’s was Kyung Soo’s eyes and ears in the police department of Dongdaemun. A single man in his early 40ths, with a love for money but not so much love towards his work. Kyung Soo got to have him on his side thank to a very good monthly pay. It was really worth it though, Dongdaemun was the place with more customers, and if any weird rumor about him started going around the police station, Mister Go would make it disappear. The call Kyung Soo got hours ago was him doing his job. 

“This is Mister Kang, works at the department, and don’t ask me how, but he had proofs about your business. I already confiscated them, but he is ready to talk” Kyung Soo walked toward him and bowed. The guy didn’t answer but looked quite dumbfounded. 

“Mister Kang, please sit down, let’s have a nice talk…sit down, please…I’m very curious, how did you find out about my business?” The man did not answer. 

“Kang! Talk, I’m warning you!” Go’s voice sounded less friendly. Kyung Soo said nothing but saw how his head lowered. 

“Did someone say something to you? Someone from inside my group? Maybe a customer?” No answer. 

“Let me see, if you put together all that information by yourself you must have a strong reason to investigate me…you’re a cop, but this is beyond duty right?” He nodded but didn’t look at Kyung Soo. 

“Beyond duty uh?...revenge?” Kang got up from his seat and tried to reach him with his hands, but immediately he had two guys bringing him back to his seat by the shoulders. His attitude showed him that was the reason. Revenge. He could understand that. 

“Did I do something to someone close to you?”

“You did”

“Please tell me” Kang’s stare made Kyung Soo feel sick. A strong nausea hit him when he saw the hate in his eyes. 

“You fucking bastard killed my brother” Kyung Soo went through all the people he had to make disappear, but there was no memory of a Kang. 

“I didn’t”

“You did, my brother died with a syringe in his arm, weighing 25 kilos and with nothing more than a blanket and a bag of crystal meth…I did some research, and his dealer bought the drugs from you” Kyung Soo swallowed that feeling that was building in his throat and adopted the cynic attitude he needed to show in this kind of situations. 

“So, in your head…, I’m the one who killed your brother”

“You did, fucking bastard”

“I see, and tell me, how did your brother reach that situation? 25 kilos? And you didn’t realize he had a problem?” Kang didn’t answer. 

“He was clearly addicted, but let’s take a minute to think about how he reached that state…tell me Mister Kang, why did you let that happen?”

“Don’t try to…” Kyung Soo’s voice was calm and low, he knew how annoying and terrifying it could be. 

“I will, you are blaming me for something that I didn’t do, I have to defend myself. I did not kill your brother, you didn’t kill your brother, he killed himself…although I cannot deny that you should have done something to stop it” He tried to move from his seat, but Kyung Soo’s guys didn’t allow him. 

“We did!”

“What, you guys told him to stop doing drugs, put him into rehab and what? Let the doctors do their magic?”

“He was a normal kid! He was a smart kid! A happy kid!”

“Was he?...Mister Kang, was your brother a happy kid?...” He stared at the man, who now looked a lot less angry. His face was now crossed by pain. Sudden realization maybe.

Kyung Soo exhaled a long sigh and rested his arms on top of the table “So, this is what is going to happen. I know that you still have copies of all the proof against me, and we have your testimony, which I think, can bring me some kind of trouble…I don’t like trouble…I know how to fight trouble, so I know how to fight you” Kyung Soo opened a folder that one of his guys handed him and looked at it for a while. 

“Two daughters?...” Kang reacted as electrified, the two guys holding him could barely keep him in place “Don’t touch my girls!”

“I will never…but what about Tae Mi…your wife”

“Stay away from them!” Kyung Soo stood up, took the folder with him and went to stand next to him. 

“I will, If you don’t mess with me” Kang lowered his head, nodded and whispered an ‘understood’.

That was it. Kyung Soo walked outside the room.

This time there were no deaths. Hopefully.

Suji took advantage of Kyung Soo’s absence. He called the house saying he would be back late. And since everyone was in the living room watching TV, she walked across the garden and got into his room with two microphones in her pockets.

She had already installed one under his bed. Maybe the acoustic wouldn’t be the best, but at least she knew he wouldn’t stick his head under his bed.

For the second microphone, she still wasn’t very sure about where to put it. One option was a small architectural detail on top of his bed…but it was too small, a small movement could drop the gadget. The other option was the ceiling lamp, which was a very good place, but it was pretty high and she would need a stair, maybe two meters, doing it by herself would be almost impossible.

Just when a third-place appeared in her sight, someone opened the bedroom door. She hid the microphone in her pocket and waited for whoever was, to get inside.

Her eyes met Kyung Soo’s, and no excuse came to her mind. “Sir…”

“Don’t say a word” He walked until he was close to her, too close. He grabbed her wrist and pushed her on top of the bed. Suji was suddenly terrified, but not for his actions. She was terrified because she didn’t know what to do. She was completely unprepared.

He didn’t look mad, but there was something in his stare. 

“Take off your sweater” He ordered. 

“Excuse me, sir?”

“You hear me, do it” Suji thought about resisting, but her instinct told her not to do it. She met Kyung Soo’s eyes again and she could see what he thought she was doing there.

And it was a misunderstanding.

A very useful misunderstanding.

This wasn’t going to be the first nor the last time that she will need to do this for a mission.

TBC

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Vincent's Christmas Adventure (Edited by Myke Y.U.N.G)

This story starts in the North Pole location, where a young man in a green Santa suit, is making last preparations before the big task. 

Vince is watching the world monitor while singing, "Last Christmas I gave you my heart , the very next day.....YOU THREW IT AWAY LIKE WRAPPING PAPER!!!" 

 ****: Well you're in a jolly mood. 

Vince *exhaled* Really with the sarcasm Maria? 

Maria: Is it that Jasmine girl you liked? 

Vince: NOT ANYMORE!!! Now...I have to focus on the task in front of me. 

Maria: Alright, Vinnie.  

Vince: I told you many times...Don't call me that...I only accept it if it's from a loved one. 

Maria: I love you, Vinnie. 

Vince:.....(I can sense the words are halfhearted). 

Maria: What's up with the green Santa attire? You really stand out. 

Vince: Well, red is not my style, so I'm just doing what makes me comfortable. 

Maria: Aaaaany way, are you sure you're ready for this? 

Vince: Yeah! It's my turn to be Santa this year...Even though many lost faith in us, I won't lose hope. You already had your turn, It's My Turn To SHINE!!!, Vince said with full enthusiasm. 

Maria: Just in case, I'll assist you just to make sure. 

Vince: Pfft. Whatever and quit treating me like a kid, I'm 22 years old!!! 

Maria: “In a kid’s body”, Maria mumbled. 

Vince: “What was that!!”. Vince’s anger started to boil.  

****: Vince, I need you to focus. You two play a main role in this mission. 

Vince: Right, you got it, Captain Thomas!!! (Wait... did Maria already told the Elf Captain?...Well, whatever). 

Vince and Maria were gearing up for the run while Captain Thomas ordered the reindeer crew to equip the reindeers’ magical shoes. The gifts were loaded up and ready to go. 

Maria is still concerned and asked, "Vince do you have everything?" 

Vince was filled with excitement driving the sleigh for the first time. 

Vince: "Maria, I doubled and tripled check what I need. Whoa...it's more high-tech than it seems." 

Two identical twin elves guided and opened the gates for launch.  

Twin 1: Gates opened. 

Twin 2: You're good to go guys. 

“Thanks, Ben”, said Vince. 

“Thank you, Len,” said Maria. 

Ben & Len: Travel back safely and keep us on contact.  

With a smile on his face, Vince looks forward. "LET'S RIDE!!!" he said as the sled launches out of the station and up in the air. 

Vince: Onwards: Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Donner, Blitzen...And Rudolph!!! 

All of the reindeers looked at Vince like an idiot. 

“Alright,....alright, I deserve the glares, guys...It's an old timer”, said Vince. 

Maria: Alright, so far, so good. Do you know your routes? 

Vince: Yep....I studied all year round for the routes all in correct order. We're taking over the North American region while all the other Santas take over the other regions (just imagine Asia always teaming up with Europe, clashing with their routes). 

Maria: We have to tackle Eastern parts of the contest first to beat the sunrise. 

Vince: On It!!! 

***: Hey!! Well if it isn't Vinnie. 

Vince: Hey, Bence. 

Bence: Oh? I see that the lovely Maria is at your assistance. 

Maria: (This guy won't leave me alone during the conference each month)...OH H-Hey Bence. 

Bence: You look stunning as always Maria, we should go on a date sometime, I'll show you around Europe. 

Maria: Uhhhh..... 

Vince: (That's my cue!!) Hey, nice European badge you got there Bence. 

Bence: Why thank you, that aside, why are you standing in my way with Maria? 

Vince: Where are you getting at Bence? ( Don't say it, Don't say it!!). 

Bence: Do you two have a relationship more than friendship? 

Vince: No. 

Maria: WHAT?!! NO!!!! 

Vince & Bence: .....Hmmm  

As the two and the reindeers stared at Maria with judgement. 

Ben & Len: Are you sure about that? 

Maria: Where you guys listening in on the monitor?!! 

Captain Thomas: I Got Popcor- 

Maria frantically muted and closed visual from the monitors  

“So there is some sparks flying for ya,” boy said Vince with a smug smile. 

“Shut up you!!!”,” Maria said as she punched Vince’s face out of embarrassment. 

Vince: Love Fist? 

Maria: You Jerk!! She keeps up with the assault.  

Bence: If that's the case... I challenge you to a race. If I win, stop getting in my way between Maria and myself.  

Vince: Oh? 

Maria: Vince, we have to maintain schedule!! 

Vince: I have no doubt that this sleigh and the reindeers will crush you...Right guys!!! 

The reindeers nodded in acknowledgment.  

Maria: aaaaand I lost them. 

Bence: A race to the border!!! 

Vince: You're on!!! Now we will see who's the true conqueror!!! Binnie. 

Bence looked at Vince angered and unamused as he dashed forward catching up with Vince's sleigh. 

The race was fast and the reindeers were not given an inch or let up. Both drivers knew that the race fell down to their skills. 

Bence made a sharp turn within the clouds trying to throw Vince off, but lost control and collided with Vince, knocking him off the sleigh falling. 

Maria: NO!!! BENCE, HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND. 

Bence: I'M SORRY, IT WAS AN ACCIDENT. I SWEAR!!! 

As Vince is falling down, his communicator was going off.. it was Maria. 

“Vince...VINCE!! THE REINDEERS AND I CAN MAKE IT TO YOU!!! I'M ON MY WAY!!!”, said Maria as her voice expressed concern and panic through the communicator. 

“It's fine, I was planning this when we reached the central point of NA, looks like it happened early. 

I'm gonna use my magic snowboard. I'm gonna turn on my GPS, so you know my location. Once I inform you I'm at the point, teleport me the gifts, said Vince. 

Maria calmed herself....”That guy always have a plan to fit his style”, Maria mumbled. 

“You know it, I'm a man with the plan baby!!!”, said Vince. 

“Just be safe you idiot!!”, said Maria who was flustered by Vince‘s good hearing. 

Vince headed down for a landing. Once he landed, he looked on his smartpad to see his location. 

Hmmm. NC....North Carolina huh. Well, let's get started then. 

Vince used the communicator to inform Maria...”Yo Maria can you see me?” 

“Yeah, I can see you but.....AT NORTH CAROLINA?!!”, said Maria.  

“Well at least, I'm still on the east coast, send me the North Carolina stuff on to the teleporter. You have to take over Canada”, said Vince. 

“I made a waypoint on the map, can you make it there?”, said Maria. 

“North Dakota huh.....Got It!!! I can make it....see you till then. It looks like we will have more time before the night sky is burning”, said Vince. 

“Well we should take advantage of this opportunity...See you in ND, Daredevil”, said Maria as she signed out. 

“Daredevil huh?....I should add that in my list of nicknames”, said Vince as he moved forward, teleporting to each house, building, and complex, stealthily and quietly. There were a few alarms with pets, but all of them were silent with Vince giving them treats.

Vince teleported and dashed like the wind, he had a few refreshments with a paper plate of cookies and paper cups of milk.....he avoided the warm milk as if it's a trap to make him sleep. 

“Vince.....Vince!! Updating on your progress, come in”, said Maria on his communicator. 

“Vincent here, feeling alive, Maria and I’m setting records, breaking record time!!!Eastern and Mideast are complete!!! We still have a lot of time!!”,said Vince filled with excitement. 

“That's great!! I'm headed to the waypoint, we'll regroup there”, said Maria 

“HaHa!! The sun can't beat this unstoppable team. Right, reindeers?”, said Vince and the reindeers started making noise through the communicator.

 “Thank you, Thank you, Tha-- What's that?”, said Vince. 

“What's what?”, said Maria. 

“IT'S A PLANE COMMING THIS WAY!!!!”, yelled Vince. 

“MOVE!!!!!”, yelled Maria. 

Vince desperately moved out of the way, but his magic snowboard and lower torso collided with the plane. 

“Hey did you hear something?”, said the co-pilot. 

“I think so...maybe? Like a thud?”, said the main pilot. 

“Yeah”, said the co-pilot. 

“It's probably a stupid bird flying at the wrong place at the wrong time”, said the flight attendant. 

Oh. Both pilots agreed and continued their course. 

“Whoaaaaaaaa!!!!!”, Vince yelled falling from the sky. 

“VINCE!!!! VINCENT!!!!!!!! ANSWER MEE!!!!”, Maria yelled. 

****: Alone on Christmas Eve, I wouldn't mind if I spent it with Max. 

*Cellphone ringing* Hello this is Erica. 

Oh hey dad...Yep almost done setting up everything at the bakery for tomorrow. I'll be closing soon....Yep. see you soon Dad. Erica ended the call and with a sigh. 

Soon Erica heard a loud thud coming from the roof, as she raced to the window and saw a figure landing in a pile of snow. 

So, she stepped outside, aiding the person who fell from the shop’s roof, but Erica soon heard a voice coming from the young man’s wrist. 

“VINCENT!!!! VINCENT!!!!! I WON'T STOP UNTIL YOU ANSWERED ME!!! YOUR GPS IS STILL ACTIVE, I'LL JUST HAVE TO MOVE TO YOUR DIRECTION!!!”, Maria yelled through the communicator. 

“Ugh....What? Where am I? Why I'm in a building?”, said Vince. 

“Vince here...But I don't know where I am...NGH!!! I broke my ribs on the left side and my legs are banged up”, said Vince. 

“That's it, forget it!!! I'm coming to get you”, said Maria.  

“NO!!! GUH!!! Maria... Continue the route to North Dakota....I'll meet you there”, said Vince as he ended the call looking around dazed and confused. 

“Just who are you really”, said Erica  

“I'm the mail man”, said Vince. 

“At this hour....I'm not buying it”, said Erica  

“Fine...I'm Santa Claus”, said Vince. 

The room is so quiet that you can hear icicles crashing into the snow and floors. 

“Look, see,... here's my license”, said Vince.  

“Well....That's unexpected”, said Erica. 

“Oh you're Erica, right?”, said Vince  

“Yes. How did you know?”, said Erica  

“I'm Santa Claus that's why....”, said Vince as he hides his wrist accessories. 

“Soo...you here to punish me in person”, said Erica.  

“Uhh...What?”, said Vince. 

“Yeah are you going to strike me down or something”, said Erica  

“Look I don't know if you heard me...I'm Santa.. Not a God. Only thing I can do is throw coal at your face, will that help?”, said Vince with his sarcastic words.  

“Oh...I see it's that Max guy huh. Look, just be honest with your feelings with him”, said Vince 

“It's not that simple, Vince”, said Erica 

“Hmmm. I guess so-...How do you know my real name?”, said Vince, who's confused. 

Erica trapped her wrist with a sly smile. 

“Wha-....(MARIA!!!!!), said Vince  

*Sneezes* “was that a cold?", said Maria. 

“NGH!! Well I feel crappy, but there's still time”, said Vince. 

“Are you able to continue like this”, Erica said in concern. 

“No”, said Vince as he snagged cookies and drink milk while taking painkillers. 

“Look, Erica. This is a one in a lifetime deal...I need you to help me along the way....Let's see....Yep, GPS says I'm in South Dakota.”, said Vince as he looks a little off. 

“I'll help you....but are you sure about this, you look weird”, said Erica. 

“Yep. I still have control of my body....Letz Do Diz!!!”, said Vince, walking with a slouch. 

“Oh...Boy”, said Erica. 

Vince and Erica made haste as they dashed and teleported to make it in time in the South Dakota race to the North. Along the way, Erica had a good time and Vince enjoyed her assistance and company while he was slowly getting drowsy and high. 

But little that she know, Vince got one more gift before he goes. 

“Wait... this is Max's house”, said Erica 

“....I know”, said Vince as the two landed. 

“Alright, It's showtime, take a deep breath”, said Vince as he handed the gift to Erica and Chinese Knock-Knock. Vince dove behind the bushes in front of the door and window, listening in...giving Erica a wink and a thumbs up. 

The locks are shifting and Erica is nervous. Vince threw a small snow ball giving her the signal to relax. 

“Hello,...Oh, Erica how's it going, what are you doing around the streets this time?”, said Max. 

“Uhhh....Uhhh...Uh”, said Erica startled. 

Vince threw another small snowball. 

“I'M FINE...Just....Fine,” said Erica as some of the snow from the snowball falls down her neck. 

“Ummm. was that a snowball?”, said Max as he's confused, about to look at the bushes. 

“Wait, Wait, Max!! I could explain”, said Erica, frantically talking. 

“Explain what? No one's there”, said Max 

Erica looked as well and Vince is not there....A little disappointed that Vince is not there, but she understands his schedule. So, Erica slowly inhale and exhale as she begins to speak.  

“I....I'll explain why I am here...This gift is for you”, said Erica, as she handed the gift to Max. 

“Whoa!!! Thank you, Erica....I was going to wait until later on, but here's your gift as well...Merry Christmas Eri.”, said Max. 

“Wow...Thank you Max”, said Erica as she holds her gift tightly to her chest. 

“But...That's not the only reason why I'm here....I know we both have to head back to college soon...but I want to tell you that I had.... feelings for you Max... that's more than a friendship.”, said Erica as her face is bright red in embarrassment. 

“Oh...I-I didn't know that you feel that way towards me....”, said Max who is surprised.

Wait, Wait, Max!! I could explain”, said Erica, frantically talking. 

“Explain what? No one's there”, said Max 

Erica looked as well and Vince is not there....A little disappointed that Vis is not there, but she understands his schedule. So, Erica slowly inhale and exhale as she begins to speak.  

“I....I'll explain why I am here...This gift is for you”, said Erica, as she handed the gift to Max. 

“Whoa!!! Thank you, Erica....I was going to wait until later on, but here's your gift as well...Merry Christmas Eri.”, said Max. 

“Wow...Thank you Max”, said Erica as she holds her gift tightly to her chest. 

“But...That's not the only reason why I'm here....I know we both have to head back to college soon...but I want to tell you that I had.... feelings for you Max... that's more than a friendship.”, said Erica as her face is bright red in embarrassment. 

“Oh...I-I didn't know that you feel that way towards me....”, said Max who is surprised. 

(Does this means that I got a chance?) said Erica mentally as she's waiting for Max's answer.  

“But...I'm already dating someone before the winter break...I'm sorry”, said Max. 

Erica’s head hangs down as she tries to pick her head up but, as she looks up, she sees the sadness in Max's body language...But she knows that she can't cry here... so she has to be strong.  

Erica lifted her head and looked at Max with tears welling up and said,“ Well, it's your loss and my bad timing...Thank you for the gift”, said Erica as she smiles and turned away. 

“Do you want me to walk you home”, said Max. 

“No.....It's only down the block....See you at school Max...”,said Erica as she walked away. 

As Erica was walking....Erica clinches her gift from Max as she gritted her teeth, holding back her tears...but she couldn't hold it any longer....so her emotion flowed into sadness. 

Erica felt so sad that she couldn't feel her feet or the sound of snow as she walked...or...is she walking. 

“....Hey...No pouts and crying, I don't like that, it's not cool”, said Vince. 

“I-I thought you left to North Dakota”, Erica said in confusion.  

As she realized that Vince is carrying her on his magic snowboard. 

“I'm not so big on bailing on someone in their time of need....BUT MAN THE LOOK OF DEVASTATION AND DESPAIR ON YOUR FACE!!!”, said Vince, picking on Erica. 

“SHUT UP YOU LITTLE BRAT!!”, said Erica as she jabbed Vince's chest. 

“OOF!!!!! UGH!! Ok!!, Ok, .....You did well and you hanged tough....waaaaay better than I could”, said Vince, praising Erica's efforts.  

“Than-”, said Erica, but Vince interrupts.  

“This the last stop”, said Vince. 

“This is my home...”,said Erica. 

“....Yeah”, said Vince with a slow exhale.  

“It's been fun and I enjoyed every moment”, said Erica.  

“I feel the same way”, said Vince as he looks at Erica with a smile with eyes showing sadness. 

“Hey now...No sadness”, saying Erica, plucking Vince's forehead.  

“Right, right...I have two gifts for you”, said Vince as the gift magically appears from his bag saying South Dakota and handed it to Erica. 

“Wow...That never gets old”, Erica said with a small chuckle. 

“What's the second Gif-”, said Erica, but once again was interrupted by Vince as he kissed her forehead. 

“M-Magic? I...My Eyes are getting heavy”, said Erica as her eyes are falling to sleep. 

“What you did for yourself...and for me is outstanding and I won't forget that....but don't worry....There's gonna be one lucky guy to have someone like you by their side...but for now sleep....Sleep your worries away...peacefully,“ said Vince as he teleported in Erica's room laying her to rest. 

“V...Vin....cent...”, Erica said as she reached out, but soon is fast asleep. 

“Alright....I have to meet up with Maria”, said Vince as he dashes in full speed north to North Dakota.  

“Hey!!! Maria!!! I arrived in North Dakota, are you in the waypoint? Over”, said Vince, talking to the communicator.  

“It's about time!!! I covered ground in North Dakota, just focus on meeting up at the waypoint, we'll still have time to make a historic record time”, said Maria  

“On it, heading to the waypoint in full speed!!!”, said Vince  

“Be Careful!!!!”, says Maria. 

Vince is going full speed on his magic snowboard, dodging buildings and objects, but his injuries are taking it's toll. 

“Ugh...NNNNGH!! The Pain!!!.....I gotta keep....Going!!!”, said Vince as he pushes forward.  

“Huh...The sky...I see red light and magic tracks....IT'S THEM!!!”, said Vince as he rushed towards the red light. 

“Vince....I'm here, where are you?”, said Maria as the reindeers are also showing worry and concern.  

“Rudolph!!!!”, Vince shouted with glee. 

“Vincent!!!! You've Made It!!!”, said Maria as the reindeers were showing their excitement.  

“Man, do I missed you guys as well. I have to thank you Rudolph, your nose is a beacon, bro”, said Vince. as he entered the sleigh. 

“You Daredevil, what took you so long?”, said Maria.  

“One amazing detour Maria...Amazing Detour..and a potential future Claus. By the way....can you continue driving along the way, I need to rest till we reach the west coast," said Vince as he fainted. 

“Potential what?...Ugh. That's fine...You can rest up for now”, said Maria. 

 The team completed the west coast and returned to the North Pole in record breaking time. 

Thus, the annual Santa Ball has begun. 

“Hey Vince...No hard feelings or grudges right? It's an accident”, said Benson as he apologizes for the race. 

“Oh...No worries man. Here you go though”, said Vince as he handed him a paper. 

“What's this?”, said Benson. 

“My hospital bill”, said Vince. 

“I guess you do hold a grudge”, said Benson  

“Hey Vincent, care to dance with me”, said Maria with a beautiful red, Mrs. Claus ball gown. 

“Uhh... Su-Sure", said a startled Vince. 

 Vince and Maria were dancing until the two were under the mistletoe above the entrance of a green bush gate with illuminated lights shined a pathway through the tunnel.

“Well?”, said Maria  

Vince looked up and realized what they're both under and said, "Is this a confession". 

With a blush on Maria's face, she looks away from Vince until she finally regained eye contact with him....Without a word, she tapped her lips with her index finger.  

“You're a very clever girl, Maria”, said Vince as both kissed under the mistletoe. 

The sun rises, shining light on Erica's window as she wakes up from her slumber. 

“That was a very eventful day, yesterday”, said Erica as she stretches and realized the two gifts from yesterday. 

She grabbed the gift that Vince gave her and begin to unwrap it...."A green Santa hat....But why?", said Erica. As she wears the hat, she felt something on top of her head. 

"It's a note", said Erica as she begins to read. 

"Good Morning Erica, I'm sorry that my first gifts didn't go quite as it planned, but I really appreciate your help with my task and also taking care of me. As your reward I'll give you my hat", Erica paused reading. 

"Does that mean....THIS IS A MAGIC HAT!!?", said Erica as she snapped her fingers....."HUH?", said Erica. Nothing happened. 

Erica returned to the note and continued where she left off. 

"Sorry, but the hat doesn't hold any magic" (Aww, said Erica, disappointed). "It's a reminder of yesterday, use it as proof that Santa is still alive and kicking. We exist in everyone hearts especially for those who believe.  

Everyone has the chance to become Santa. With a strong heart and spirit, that person can become a strong candidate and I believe that you have the potential to fit that role Erica. Who knows, maybe you can return my hat to me someday. I have a feeling yesterday is not the last time we'll see each other again.

Later....For now, 

- Vincent" 

".....Vincent", said Erica as she clutched the note and hold it close to her chest. 

There was a knock on Erica's door. "Erica, come down, I've made breakfast and everyone is ready to unwrap their gifts", said the voice behind the door. 

"I'm coming mom!!", said Erica as she opened her room door. 

( I feel the same way. It’s not the last time we'll see each other. Just you wait, Vincent I'll return this hat to you) mentally, said by Erica. 

"Whoa, a green, Santa hat...I like the design. Where did you find it?", said Erica's mom. 

Erica smiled and said to her mom, "It's from a friend. I promise to return it to him someday". 

 The End 

[hishopeworld-blog]

Adorn you 

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Genre: romance; slight smut; remembering past au

Parings: Namjoon x reader

Word count: 1.4k

Description: “music can be a time machine. The lyrics, the melody the mood - can take you back to a moment like nothing else can”

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July, 23rd 2051,

It’s moving day! In all reality, you should be excited - but knowing that your time is soon coming can ruin a lot of excitement these days. You knew this day will come, the day where living with your daughter will no longer be. It was the invading privacy and taking up space in her house that caused you to make this decision. No matter how much she hates it, she knows it’s the best choice. With her husband and kids of two, having her mom in the house can feel crowded and frustrating. Especially when you’ve been with her for her whole life. Finally giving her the chance to breathe and live on her own has probably been the best choice you’ve made. Deciding to live at a senior home has been the second. Knowing that she doesn’t have to worry about you anymore - well, not as much - has been such a relief for her, and you can tell.

You’re currently sitting on your chair, specifically bought for you. You hear the laughter and heavy feet of your grandchildren running towards you with a big box in their hands. You smile seeing the black printed title, moms old things - remembering the day your daughter talked to you about having so many things in your room, making you look like a hoarder. She packed almost everything you owned. With a few arguments here and there, it was finally complete and your room has never been so clear.

Opening the box once they’ve reached you, you look inside at the almost forgotten items you owned. Taking them out one by one, smiling at the memories - you pause once a familiar song starts playing. The lyrics haven’t been sung yet, but you can recognize the starting of it over anything. You feel blood rush to your cheeks, hands starting to sweat and your heart beats rapidly against your chest. With your eyes going wide, you look over to your grandkids and see them with one of your old phones back when you were in your twenties. Finally hearing the first few lyrics made your heart swell, but remembering the meaning for them snapped you back to reality, flying your hands in their direction, you quickly snatch it out of their hold.

“Now now kids, grandmas stuff is grandmas stuff only” you lightly laugh, turning off the device, still shocked at how it was still on and working. “Go on and finish helping your mom with the rest of the stuff” their smiles turn into a frown and they huff before getting up and finding their mom. You look back down at the squared object, closing your eyes and sighing.

~~

It took almost 6 hours with your moving. From packing it in the truck, driving to your new home, registering you - which took an hour and a half, finally getting your room, unpacking everything and saying their goodbyes. You walk to the entrance/exit, waving at them as they walk back to the truck. You smile at your daughter, finally watching her grow up. With tears in your eyes, you watch them as they drive off until they are out of sight. Sighing and turning back to your room, gently closing the door behind you - you sit on your bed and look around.

Suddenly it all hits you. Your past, present and future. You can vividly see the memories of your young self, smiling, laughing, eating and talking. It’s crazy how much you do in life, the dedication you give, the struggles you go through, the laughs the tears, the fights the make-ups, the friendships and commitments. Most importantly the relationships. It’s crazy how much you go through and you just end up being... here. Doing so much for yourself and other people, having accomplished soo many things, to just have it finish. With no explanation and no pleading. Now depending on others to take care of you until you pass on. Before it was always your parents' job, right? Having them take care of you until you were old enough to finally do things for yourself. It’s crazy because that responsibility will always be in everyone’s life, no matter how much they try to avoid it.

You walk to your shelf, deciding to read something to help you fall asleep faster. Giving a quick glance at a small box in the middle of your books, you slowly reach for it. You close your eyes, taking a second to think to yourself. The should I’s, racing through your brain almost - almost taking control. You sigh, taking your old phone out of the box and walk back to your bed. Making sure you’re comfortable,

You press play,

~~

August 14, 2012,

You’re parked up on the hill, blankets covering as much as they can. Head resting on his shoulder, you sigh giving up and facing him. “Can we please go inside the car? It’s way too cold to be chilling like this” pouting up at him, he stares at you for a moment before sighing and getting up “You know, that was the whole point in this whole thing.” He takes the blankets and walks towards the trunk throwing them in.

“For me to freeze my ass off?” You retort, stopping at the passengers' side door. “That was the whole point of me being there! So I can keep you warm” he rolls his eyes opening the door and hopping in. You follow his actions, hearing the car start up and the blow of hot air hitting your face, making you shiver at the sudden change of temperature. The radio turned on after he had started the engine. You hug yourself thinking about the situation that he had come up with. Smiling to yourself at how cute you thought it was, you turn to him giving him your best smile.

“I really liked it though. It was really cute” he raised his eyebrows, still looking straight ahead “soo no thank you? okay, I take it ba-“

“Thank you, love” he smiled looking at your eyes, giving you intense eye contact. “Thank you for coming. I really appreciate it” He smiles, earning one from you also. His eyes switch from your eyes to your lips, licking his own.

You stare at him. Taking in all his features. The soft outline of his eyelids shielding his precious dark brown eyes. His small button nose, remembering all the times when you had to hold yourself back from booping it. His chubby cheeks that tighten when he smiles creating deep dimples that suit him oh so beautifully. The soft pink colour that covers his plump lips and his perfect set of teeth that are always smiling down at you. He slowly starts to lean in and your heart quickens. Memories start flooding in about the first day you both had met, the first day he had messaged you, the first day he asked you out and the first day you sat beside him in his car which happens to be this exact day and time.

“These lips, can’t wait to taste your skin, baby”.

The small sound of music plays in the back as he gets closer and closer. He stopped right when your lips were about to collide. Your heart is beating so fast, you swear he can hear it. Your palms start to sweat and your cheeks turn a bright red. The feeling of need slowly fills your body and you make the first brave move. Bringing your hand to the back of his neck and pushing forward, finally feeling his lips against yours.

“These eyes, cant wait to see your grin”

You smile once it was over, grazing your thumb over his lips. He lets out a breathy laugh - resting his forehead against yours. Your heart continues to beat uncontrollably, smiling at yourself at how crazy you already are for him. He places another quick kiss to your lips before pulling away. He looks at you and linked hands slowly. You swear this was your last moment alive and you’ll soon die of a heart attack because your heart starts beating faster than ever.

~~

Your eyes slowly open, mind going crazy. You pause the song and slowly bring your fingers to your lips, having almost felt the light pressure of his lips against yours. You sigh closing your eyes, remembering the bright smiles you both had on your faces. Looking at each other with pure adoration.

Your first kiss, you thought, he was your first kiss

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[ponyoscenarios]

➳Not thinking about you pt2 // Kim Junkyu

Okay part two is finally here omg. I had soo much trouble with this but here it is fINALLY! I hope you enjoy it♡

PART 1

Breaking up with you wasn’t the only thing Junkyu did wrong, and now after he realizes his mistakes, he tries to make things right. 

Hyunsuk and Yedam flinched at the sound of a door being slammed.

“What’s his problem now?” mumbled Hyunsuk not looking up from his phone.

“Do you think it has something to do with Y/N?” asked Yedam worried, his eyes glued to Junkyu’s bedroom door.

“They probably fought again” answered Hyunsuk nonchalantly “I have no idea how has she not broken up with him by now, he’s been so obnoxious lately”

Lately Junkyu had become someone unrecognizable. His behaviour started changing for worse and it didn’t go unnoticed by his team members. The lively and mood lifting Junkyu everybody remembered was now just part of the past; lately he had become haughty, disdainful and disrespectful. He would ignore his friends, didn’t follow curfews, and over all was annoyed by everyone and everything. This brought a lot of trouble with the rest, specially Hyunsuk; being one of the eldest, he wanted everyone to get along well and since they had been with each other for so long he wanted it to feel like family, but with Junkyu’s attitude it was impossible to achieve.

“Junkyu, is there anything that’s bothering you?” Countless times they had initiated this conversation and countless time they had gained nothing from it.

“No Seunghun, I already told you” answered Junkyu dryly getting up from his seat and walking towards his room.

“Junkyu” he tried again “we can’t continue like this, what is it? Did we do something wrong?” he stepped in front of the younger boy blocking his way.

“I said no, just leave me alone” persisted Junkyu, walking past Seunghun and bumping into his shoulder on the way.

“It’s impossible with him” sighed Seunghun turning to the rest.

“I’m so annoyed by him” exclaimed Hyunsuk rolling his eyes.

It’s not that he tried to be this way, it just happened. He didn’t want the rest of the boys to see him this vulnerable. None of them knew about his breakup and he didn’t want them to, Junkyu knew they would just pity him or make him talk to you about it, and his pride couldn’t take it. He found some sort of comfort in being alone, but it also meant that sometimes he felt lonely without you, and whenever his mind betrayed him he resorted to checking your social media pages. It became an unhealthy and confusing habit. On one hand he always ignored the texts you sent him; you wanted to know his reasons behind breaking up, you wanted to know if there was something bothering him, you still cared about him, but he never answered them, you wanted him to remember old feelings and he didn’t want that; and on the other hand, he would constantly check up on you, he knew it was incredibly selfish but he didn’t want to see you happier without him, and by your lack of posts and the pitiful captions you wrote on some, he knew you weren’t and that pleased him.

“Guys you have to see this” exclaimed Byunggon handing the phone to Yedam, while Doyoung and Jihoon watched over his shoulder.

Jihoon gasped after reading a text you had sent to Byunggon “Is this why he’s been so sensitive?”

“He had been this way for a while now, so I don’t think so” responded Yedam shaking his head.

“Why didn’t he say they broke up?” asked Doyoung feeling worried for his friend.

Byunggon shrugged “Who knows, maybe he doesn’t want us to know, Y/N said he didn’t even tell her why, he just broke it off”

“That’s weird, they seemed happy together” added Jihoon trying to think what could’ve gone wrong between you two.

“Do we tell him we know?” asked Yedam cautiously.

“Let’s not to, he’ll tell us when he’s ready” answered Byunggon exiting from your chat and locking his phone.

The following days everyone tried to be as careful as possible when it came to Junkyu, they knew he was going through a hard time even if he didn’t show it. To him it was best if he acted as if nothing had happened, he thought the rest didn’t know so it was easier for him to continue as usual, or as he had been lately.

He assured himself he didn’t miss you but there were times in which something would remind him of you and a weird and unpleasant feeling washed over him so he realized that to completely forget about you and any regrets he might have he had to distract himself with other things. So he became extra obsessive with his career. His days consisted mainly on waking up late, skipping breakfast so he could avoid the rest of the boys, going to the company, working on stuff by his own, practicing with the rest and then going back to the dorm and locking himself up and only going out when Chaewon begged him to.

Junkyu knew it wasn’t healthy the way he was coping up with the breakup but he told himself there was nothing to be sad about. He had broken up with you because he was bored, he was busy, the spark faded, you changed, he had a million reasons to do it and it was for the best. He didn’t miss you either, he had everything he had ever wanted, there was no time for a pathetic relationship with someone who didn’t understand him.

One evening as he was checking your instagram as usual he came across a new post. It was a picture of you, Hani and two other girls he probably met but couldn’t be bothered to remember.

‘To new beginnings’ your caption read and he scoffed at how ridiculous that sounded.

“Yeah right” he mumbled to himself annoyed “as if she could forget about me” and as he continued reading the comments from your friends something inside him hurt.

‘You deserve to be happy Y/N’ ‘We didn’t like him anyway’ ‘You’re worth so much more’

A single tear rolled down his cheek and he wiped it immediately, there was no way he could miss you. But the longer he stared at your face the harder the pain in his chest become. Your smile looked so genuine and happy, and he wasn’t the one causing it anymore.

It took him six months to face the consequences, but better late than never. Doubt started clouding his mind and he started questioning his decision, was it for the best to break up with you? Of course, he needed to. But why wasn’t he feeling any better? Maybe he needed more time to process the situation. It had been a long relationship, he couldn’t move on that fast, his feelings were normal, he read that after a breakup people would obviously want to be back together, but he had to be stronger and not call you back. But then again, you were already moving on and that wasn’t part of his plan.

He concluded that he needed to see you. He didn’t want you to move on yet, and if you saw him maybe you’d fall back again for him, not that he cared about your feelings but he couldn’t take that you were moving on this fast. But he couldn’t go alone, it was too risky.

“Hi, are you busy right now?” he said nervously through the phone.

“No, why?”

“Let’s go somewhere, I’ll pick you up in twenty minutes, don’t make me wait” he said hanging up with trembling hands.

He made sure he looked perfect, he wore your favorite clothes on him and that one perfume you loved on him. He wanted you to remember every single moment you’d had together and how much you loved him, he needed you to be there for him, even if he wasn’t giving you anything in return.

“I told you not to make me wait” he said annoyed as Chaewon got on the car.

“I was only two minutes late, God, relax��� she said rolling her eyes and looking out the window “why did you wanted to out anyway? You’re such in a bad mood”

He ignored her and kept looking forward as he drove. The whole ride he was tense and anxious, and Chaewon worried about him. She knew she was his only friend lately and as difficult as he might act sometimes she knew he needed someone by his side and she was more than willing to be right beside him.

“We came all the way here just for coffee?” she groaned looking at the store displeased and then back at Junkyu who was frozen in his seat.

“Well” Chaewon sighed “let’s go, what are you waiting for?” “Oh yeah sure” answered Junkyu coming back to his senses.

He entered the store as calmed  and collected as possible, but he was feeling the complete opposite inside, this really was a bad idea.

As he looked up to the counter he was half disappointed but half satisfied.

A brand new face he didn’t recognize greeted him.

“Hi, welcome, what can I get you?” a messy haired boy said brightly.

“It’s too late to get coffee” said Chaewon analyzing the menu “I want a salted caramel hot chocolate, what about you Junkyu?”

He stared at the menu hanging in front on them a little bit too long before answering.

“Can I get an iced americano and…” he scanned the place and turned to looked at the empty table right at the back. The place hadn’t changed at all, everything was as he remembered, it hadn’t been that long since the last time he was here, but everything about him had changed. He stared at his table, the one he always sat at, the one where everything had started. Sometimes he regretted choosing that coffee shop instead of the many others around. Things would’ve been so different then. “Do you have lemon macarons by chance?” he said finally turning to the new boy again.

“Of course” he answered smiling “they’re one of our best options, okay I’ll get you your order in a few minutes, have a seat”

As they went to take a seat Junkyu’s eyes lingered on his table, he didn’t dare to sit there, too much had happened in that place and it felt wrong to go back just like that.

“Why are you acting so weird?” She asked thankfully taking a seat on another table.

A knot began forming in his throat. Being at the coffee shop after so long made him realize that maybe he actually was happy once and he took it for granted. He remembered the times he would watch you work and he would write songs about you but he would always be too shy to show them to you, and now he regretted it, there was so much you never knew.

He scanned the place once again but he couldn’t see you anywhere, maybe you didn’t work here anymore. Maybe this place brought too many memories and old feelings to you and it was hard to take it. He smiled at that thought. Somehow it felt good to think about you missing him. He liked the idea of you remembering little details about him, or seeing something and be reminded of him, or cooking his favorite dishes when you felt lonely. He knew it was wrong but he enjoyed the idea of you still being head over heels for him even if he had moved on. And he had, there was no doubt about it, he probably moved on too quickly, when you were still dating.

“Y/N” a voiced exclaimed behind them.

On instinct he turned around. His heart started pounding inside his chest. He didn’t see you anywhere though, it was just the guy from before furiously wiping something off the counter, but just as he tried to convince himself he had heard wrong, you walked out of the kitchen.

You looked just like the last time he saw you, but with shorter hair, he knew you had cut it though, he checked your instagram often. Your eyes looked sadder, it wasn’t hard to notice, people say the eyes are the windows to the soul and Junkyu haven’t met anyone who fit that better than you. It was incredibly easy for him to know how you felt just by looking at your eyes and even though he tried to lie to himself and deny that he didn’t care about you anymore, it hurt him seeing you like that.

“Oh my God, Eric” you exclaimed bringing your hands to cover your mouth as you laughed “What a mess”

The boy- Eric turned to you with a pout “I’m sorry Y/N, I didn’t mean to”

You laughed again at his attempt to stop you from getting angry at him “It’s okay” you responded ruffling his hair and then taking the cloth from him and wiping the counter. “Go make another hot chocolate, I’ll clean this up”

You looked up naturally to apologize to the customers for the delay, and just as you did you locked eyes with Junkyu.

His heart skipped a beat and turned his eyes elsewhere. His face felt hot and he was uncomfortable. Chaewon noticed the weird exchange but didn’t say anything.

You couldn’t say you weren’t feeling anything. Your chest felt tighter and a knot formed inside your throat. You just wanted to get out of there.

“I’m sorry for the delay” you barely managed to say looking at your hands. “We’ll serve you your order in a while” you finished and almost ran inside.

“What’s wrong?” exclaimed Hani who was taking a break inside the kitchen, upon seeing you crying.

You shook your head unable to speak. “He’s here” you finally muttered.

Hani rose from her seat while Eric looked at both of you confused.

Hani peaked through the door and gasped as she turned to you.

“And he had the nerve to bring another girl in here, oh he’s dead” she exclaimed walking out outraged.

“Don’t” you stopped her grabbing her by her wrist “it’s not worth it, Hani”

“But he owes you an explanation! He can’t just come in here as if nothing has happened, it’s not fair”

“I don’t care, let him be” you shrugged

“Yeah right you don’t care, why are you crying then?” She pointed out and you wiped your tears immediately.

She got loose from your hold and grabbed the tray with Junkyu’s and Chaewon’s order.

She walked out the kitchen and towards them.

“Here’s your order, a salted caramel hot chocolate for the lady, and lemon macarons and an iced americano for a cheating bastard”  and as she said those words she poured the entire cup in Junkyu’s head.

Junkyu rose to his feet immediately and looked at Hani furiously as coffee was dripping through his hair.

Chaewon gasped and brought her hands to cover her mouth.

“What’s your problem?” exclaimed Junkyu stepping closer to Hani trying to intimidate her, but he didn’t know Hani better, she was never intimidated.

“My problem is you! Why would you come here after what you did? Don’t you have any shame?” You wanted to stop her from causing any more trouble but you couldn’t do it.

“I’m so sorry sir, we’ll get you another coffee, Y/N bring out a towel for him to clean himself” Eric spoke  fastly clearly flustered while pulling Hani back. He didn’t know Junkyu as he started working there a while after Junkyu started distancing himself so he didn’t know Hani’s reasons.  

Seeing you didn’t move from your spot he called you again. But you didn’t want to move, it was childish and all but in a way he deserved it.

Junkyu turned his eyes from Hani to you and his glance softened. He was embarrassed, hurt, angry, too many emotions came to him at once.

He now realized how you saw him. He realized you thought he had broken up with you over another girl but that wasn’t the case, he could have never done that to you.

But now it didn’t matter, he was too angry. He took Chaewon’s hands and exited the coffee shop.

“Oh my God, Junkyu why did you let that happen?” exclaimed Chaewon panicked.

He took of his jacket and tried to clean up his face ignoring Chaewon’s questions.

“Why did she even do that? And she called you a cheating bastard, were you dating her?”

Junkyu rolled his eyes at her “Can’t you just shut up? I’m not in the mood for it” “You’re never in the mood for anything” spoke Chaewon crossing her arms and looking somewhere else. “Why did you even bring me to your girlfriend’s work, that’s not cool, were you trying to make her jealous? It didn’t work obviously” she laughed as she remembered how that girl drenched Junkyu in coffee.

Junkyu glared at her “If you keep laughing I’ll leave you here” he said walking to his car.

Chaewon shrugged and got in.

Unfortunately for him, when he arrived at the dorms he was welcomed by the lively chatter from his team members coming from the living room and he was not in the mood for it.

He just wanted to go to his room and not hear a word from anyone but his friends had other plans.

“Hey Junkyu where were you?” asked Doyoung greeting his friend with a smile.

Junkyu rolled his eyes “Out” he responded not stopping to talk to anybody.

“Junkyu come here” spoke sternly Hyunsuk standing up from the couch.

Junkyu stopped and turned to his friend, “What?”

Hyunsuk usually let Junkyu’s behaviour slide but he always found it to be annoying, but tonight he wasn’t having it.

“I have no idea what you’re going through right now, but it doesn’t give you the right to be a fucking asshole to everyone” said Hyunsuk stepping closer to his younger friend.

Junkyu scoffed. “What I’m going through is not yours or anybody else’s business so stay out of it”

“I don’t care about it, my only problem is that you keep making everyone uncomfortable, so you learn how to behave or..”

“Or what?” asked Junkyu insolently while pushing Hyunsuk back.

Hyunsuk laughed in disbelief, he couldn’t believe what Junkyu was doing.

Seunghun stood up and stepped in front of them trying to stop a future fight but Hyunsuk pushed him out of the way.

“Or I’ll have to teach you how to” he said pushing Junkyu.

Hyunsuk knew this wouldn’t end too well for him, Jukyu towered over him, but he had to put him in his place.

As Hyunsuk pushed him, Junkyu pushed him even harder and that’s how it became a mess.

Hyunsuk threw a punch straight to Junkyu’s face and hit him hard, making Junkyu’s lip bleed a little. Junkyu then threw another punch to Hyunsuk stomach, and more punches and shoves came. Everybody else, alarmed, tried to separate them but they ended up being pushed around, and earning a couple of punches themselves.

Junkyu managed to untangle himself from the mess and walked out the dorms.

Everybody just watched him walk away quietly.

“Hyunsuk that wasn’t the right way to do it” spoke Byunggon running a hand through his hair.

“He asked for it” answered Hyunsuk wiping the blood from his lip with his shirt and walking towards  the bathroom.

As Junkyu walked out of the dorms, he realized he had nowhere to go. He started walking aimlessly until he saw a convenience store.

He walked in and received weird glances from the people inside due to they way he looked.

He hung his head low avoiding contact with everybody. He quickly grabbed a water bottle and tissues and headed outside after paying.

He wet the paper and dabbed it on his lip. He flinched at the contact and cursed Hyunsuk under his breath. Junkyu didn’t like the way it had turned out but he was too angry at his friend to feel sorry.

He continued walking and started thinking about everything that had gone wrong that day.

You didn’t want him anymore, he got a coffee spilled over his head, he got into a fight with one of the most important people in his life and now he was wandering around, it was too dark and cold and he regretted not buying anything to eat at the convenience store because he was really hungry.

He sat on a bench and pulled out his phone. He sighed as he opened up his gallery and stared at all the pictures of you he still kept.

Maybe it was because he felt extremely lonely and needed someone to talk to but he didn’t even realize when he dialed your number.

“Junkyu?” You spoke softly and it seemed you had just woken up.

“Hi” he answered and you could barely hear him.

“It’s almost 2am why are you calling?” you answered the phone out of habit but now you realized you shouldn’t had.

“I…” a knot formed on his throat stopping him from talking. He just wanted to cry, to apologize to you about everything, he needed your comfort, he missed you so much. But somehow he couldn’t say a word.

“Junkyu if you don’t have anything to say, let me sleep” of course you didn’t want to hang up but a part of you was just done with him.

“I’m sorry” he whispered before hanging up.

Tears started rolling down his cheeks and he felt too hurt to stop them. He had fucked up big time and now he would never get a chance to make it right. And not only was he a jerk to you but to his friends as well. He didn’t know how he’ll go to the dorms and face them after what just happened. It was better for him to stay where he was, or maybe go to a hotel and stay there for a while. Maybe he might even have to leave the group, he was too much of a hassle for everyone.

He was trying to think of a plan when his phone started ringing nonstop, he turned his phone off after seeing it was his team members. He was too embarrassed to answer.

An hour had just passed but it felt like so much more to him when he heard someone screamed his name from across the street.

He stood up and realized it was Hyunsuk.

Hyunsuk ran to him and engulfed him in a hug.

“You’re such a dumbass Junkyu” he exclaimed not breaking the hug.

Seeing his friend cry made Junkyu cry as well.

“I’m so sorry Hyunsuk” he said hugging his friend tighter.

“I know, I shouldn’t have been so hard on you” Hyunsuk responded smiling to Junkyu. “Now let’s go, everybody’s worried about you”

Junkyu smiled embarrassed. He hated to be a problem to the rest.

When he arrived at the dorms he was met by Jihoon who as soon as he saw him threw himself into Junkyu.

“Where’s everybody else?” Asked Hyunsuk sitting down.

“They’re not here yet” answered Jihoon breaking the hug.

“Where were they?” Questioned Junkyu but he already knew the answer.

“Looking for you, you idiot” exclaimed Jihoon slapping him.

When everybody came Junkyu properly apologized for how things have been, he told them what he had been feeling and that there was no excuse for his behavior but he felt terribly sorry.

Everybody knew of course but they were glad Junkyu finally decided to trust them with it.

“Why did you even run away?”

“I felt too embarrassed and angry, Doyoung” answered Junkyu as he played with his fingers still not feeling completely comfortable with the whole situation.

“You have to trust us” added Byunggon patting Junkyu on the back. “We’re a family”

“I know that” answered Junkyu rubbing the back of his neck. “I don’t know, I felt that if nobody else knew then it wasn’t real”

“So you still miss her?” Asked Yedam carefully.

Junkyu smiled bitterly. “Yeah I guess I do”

“She was the one who called us, you know” added Jihoon walking towards the kitchen.

Junkyu suddenly sat up and turned to him with wide eyes. “She did?”

“Yeah, we were going to give you some space but then she called and said she was worried something was wrong” explained Byunggon “so we went out to look for you”

Junkyu tried to refrain a smile. It felt nice to think that you still cared about him.

“Did you call her?” asked Seunghun softly.

Junkyu looked at the floor shyly. “Yeah I did, I wanted to apologize for everything”

“You wanted to apologize to her first than to us” joked Hyunsuk playfully rolling his eyes.

“No it’s just” started Junkyu being cut off by his friends’ laughter.

“I’m just joking, I know you probably have A LOT to apologize for when it comes to Y/N” added Hyunsuk.

“Actually” began Junkyu unsure if he should mention it. “I went to see her”

Everybody looked at him in shock.

“when?” exclaimed Yedam.

“Yesterday, when I arrived I was coming from her work”

“And did you talk to her?” asked Jihoon walking back in and looking completely engrossed in the story.

“No” responded Junkyu fiddling with the buttons on his shirt. “Something happened and I couldn’t”

“What happened?” asked Seunghun concerned.

“Uh, her friend might have drop a coffee on me”

The rest of the guys did not even try to contain their laughter.

“Well, honestly you deserved it” said Jihoon laughing.

The following days were better thanks to the support from the rest of the boys; Junkyu began feeling good, he slowly started becoming the person he used to be, before the break up, before debut; the cute light hearted boy who managed to make everyone laugh. And now his bond with the rest of the members went back to the way it was before or even stronger, and for that he was immensely grateful; it finally felt like a family again. He was aware that his only responsibilities were being a good team member and being happy for his fans.

He also decided it was time to take risks he had been too afraid to take before. One thing he had always wanted to do but kept it to himself, apparently for too long, was being more participative when it came to the production of their songs. He had always wanted to help write lyrics, he loved that but there was always a little speck of insecurity holding him back. But it felt like the right time to do so.

Junkyu realized now how wrong he had been when he thought he had to to keep himself so busy there would be no time to think about you, since that was never the case. There were times he would be on stage, trying to focus on his performance but his mind was set on you, or he would be practicing but the only think he could think of was your face.

“What is it Junkyu?” asked Yedam sitting up in his bed as Junkyu entered his room hesitantly.

“I wanted to show you something” answered Junkyu shyly “I’ve been working on something and I think I could show it to you” he said giving his notebook to Yedam.

Yedam scanned each page carefully, reading everything while a smile threatened to appear on his face. He was beyond proud Junkyu had finally gained enough confidence to show what he worked on.

“They’re really good, this one specially” said Yedam pointing at a certain page Junkyu was unfortunately too familiar with.

maybe it was us So helpless and young Or maybe everything was all my fault And I regret All the times Of leaving you, in the back of my mind Cause maybe it was me And I just couldn't see But maybe it was me

“Is this about…?” he said softly trying not to sound too intrusive.

“yeah” confessed Junkyu smiling sadly “I guess everything in there is about her in a way”

Yedam nodded empathetically “Are you sure you’d like to use this, isn’t it too personal?” he asked worried for his friend.

Junkyu got lost on his thoughts for a while before answering. “I want her to listen to it”

He waited everyday by his phone after the song was released. He knew he shouldn’t get his hopes up but he couldn’t help but want you to call him and tell him you heard the song. He didn’t expect anything after that, he just wanted you to know he was aware it had been his fault and that he regretted his decision; that it had been rushed and ridiculous and that was not how he had wanted it to turn out.

“She never called” Junkyu sighed, smiling in disbelief. It had been a month since the single was released and he had not heard anything about you; he could only hope you had listened to it but didn’t want to talk to him.

Hyunsuk patted his back but didn’t say anything, he knew there weren’t any words that could comfort his friend in that moment.

“I have to move on” Junkyu said after a while, running his hand through his hair.

“But do you want to?” pointed out Hyunsuk looking at his friend sympathetically.

Junkyu laughed, but it sounded bitter and hurt. “No I don’t, but I don’t have an option do I?”

He knew it was time to let go of you, it took him some time to realize what a shitty boyfriend he had been, but now there was no use in beating himself up for it. There was no way you could give him another chance, and he accepted it; you deserved so much better, he had always known that.

You deserved someone who could take you out and show you off, someone who could be there for you whenever you felt sad and show up at your doorstep with chocolates and flowers, someone who could share your happy moments and celebrate with you. You deserved a better boyfriend and he wasn’t the one. He needed to let go of you so you could be happy, because that’s all he ever wanted for you. And hopefully you were happier now, without him.

He tried picturing you with someone else, someone better. He tried to be okay while thinking about you looking at someone with the same affection you used to look only at him. He tried imagining you giving all your love and attention to someone new, and he felt incredibly selfish for feeling hurt. He didn’t like it, he didn’t want you with someone who wasn’t him. He spent to much time trying not to think about you, but he didn’t realize that all along you were the only one for him, and he prayed you thought the same way.

“He must have seen this already” whispered Hyunsuk to Byunggon in the kitchen.

Byunggon scratched his head while thinking “He would’ve said something” “Who? What?” chimed in Jihoon walking in.

Hyunsuk hushed him and motioned him to get closer.

Byunggon handed him his phone and Jihoon gasped, “He doesn’t know yet?”

“I don’t think so” responded Byunggon in all seriousness.

“We have to stop him from seeing it” added Hyunsuk trying to form a plan.

“Where is he?” asked Byunggon heading out.

“I think he’s in the bathroom” pointed out Jihoon.

“JUNKYU” screamed Hyunsuk walking towards the bathroom and knocking hard.

“WHAT?” screamed Junkyu back

“What are you doing?” asked Hyunsuk, receiving a slap from Byunggon for his dumb question.

“What do you think?” responded Junkyu sarcastically.

Hyunsuk laughed awkwardly “Oh yeah, just hurry up, OH and do you have your phone there?”

“No? Why?”

“Uh nevermind” added Hyunsuk before running to Junkyu’s room to look for his phone.

“Aha, here!” exclaimed Hyunsuk finally finding it among the mess in his bed.

“What do you plan on doing with it? Hiding it?” asked Byunggon trailing behind Hyunsuk.

“maybe” he said smiling mischievously “or we can smash it” he finished with a shrug.

Byunggon grabbed the phone from his hand. “We are not going to do that” he said lifting the phone up high out of Hyunsuk’s reach while the smaller boy fought for the phone.

“I think it’s for the best that he knows” commented Seunghun as he leaned on the doorframe.

“How do you know?” asked Hyunsuk stopping what he was doing.

“Jihoon told me” Seunghun answered casually.

“PARK JIHOON” exclaimed Hyunsuk and Jihoon walked in with an apologetic smile.

“What?” he wondered acting oblivious.

“We told you not to tell anybody” spoke Hyunsuk.

“No” explained Jihoon “you told me not to tell Junkyu”

“Tell me what?” asked Junkyu walking into his room as the rest fell into silence.

No one wanted to tell him what was happening.

“Well? Oh and why do you have my phone?” he said while taking his phone back from Byunggon’s hand and sitting down in his bed expecting someone to answer his question.

“Well the thing is” began Hyunsuk not knowing how to continue.

“The thing is?”

“The thing is Y/N’s dating someone else” Jihoon confessed while the rest of them look at him in shock and then turn back to see Junkyu’s reaction.

“Oh” exclaimed Junkyu awkwardly. “No, it’s okay” he said standing up “I’m fine don’t worry, it had to happen someday, that’s fine”

“Are you really fine?” asked Byunggon softly.

“Yeah,I’m good” he answered faking a laugh “How did you find out anyway?”

“It’s on her instagram” informed Hyunsuk not wanting to look at Junkyu in the eye.

“Oh, good for her” smiled Junkyu heading out while the rest followed him.

He turned to them and faked another smile. “I’m good guys, really… I’m just going to go for a drive”

“Let me come with you” suggested Seunghun, not thinking that it would be a great idea for Junkyu to drive by himself.

“No thanks, I just need to be alone for a while”

He was calmer than he had imagined he would be. His brain needed time to process what was going on and he didn’t want the rest of the boys there when it happened; it was something he had to do alone.

He just kept driving ahead without thinking where to go, it was until he stopped for a while and realized that he didn’t know where he was. He noticed a convenience store a couple meters away and parked his car there.

He breathed deep several times to calm himself down as his emotions began blooming. He didn’t want to go in looking like a wreck, let alone crying, he needed to calm himself down. He then walked in and headed straight for the snack aisle, maybe some candy or a soda could keep him distracted enough, but he didn’t even wanted to eat or drink anything, his stomach was a tangled mess.

As he stood in front of the snacks deciding what to buy, he noticed someone struggling to reach something off the top shelf, without thinking much he walked up to them to help. He grabbed the bag of chips the person wanted and handed it to them.

He dropped the bag as soon as his eyes turned from it to the person next to them.

“I’m-I’m so sorry” he stuttered quickly picking up the bag from the floor.

“No, it’s okay, thanks” you spoke and gave him an awkward smile.

His heart stopped for a second, he missed seeing you smile, even if it was a fake one.

He handed you the bag and you could notice his hands were trembling.

“I-” both of you spoke and then let a forced laugh.

“You go first” he offered.

“I have to go now” you said trying to look somewhere else.

“Oh” he said disappointed “Okay, it was nice seeing you” he said faking a smile.

You nodded and walked away.

He didn’t even notice he was holding his breath until now. His heart was racing and his palms were sweating.

Here you were, just a few steps away from him, he knew it was his moment to apologize, he didn’t expect you to go back to him, he knew you had Eric now, but the least he could do was to apologize for not being the person he had promised you he would be, if you even cared at all.

He grabbed whatever was nearest to him and quickly payed for it. He couldn’t let you walk away again.

He rushed out and noticed you were still in the parking lot.

“Y/N” he called out running towards you but as you turned around to face him he noticed the tears in your eyes.

He walked closer to you and as if on instinct, pressed his forehead to yours while cupping your cheek.

You didn’t push him away, it felt too familiar, you had missed it.

“Can we talk?” he whispered and you noticed his eyes where close, but little did you know it was to keep his tears in, and you just nodded.

He walked you to his car and opened the door for you.

As he went to his side, your brain started working again. It was like when he was around you fell into a spell and couldn’t think straight. You realized maybe getting into his car and talking to him wasn’t the best idea, but fuck it, that was what you had wanted all along.

You noticed how tense and anxious he was as he got in, and honestly you were too. It had been a while you had talked to him and you had not even the slightest idea what could it turn into.

He sighed and looked at you but you couldn’t look at him back so you continue staring at your hands which were in your lap.

“I’m sorry” he spoke softly.

A knot began forming in his throat, he didn’t want to cry in front of you, he didn’t want you to pity him, but it was hard to keep his emotions controlled.

“I’m so sorry” he repeated inching closer and grabbing your hand.

“Why?” you answered getting loose from his hold.

“I’m sorry Y/N” he continued and this time he couldn’t stop the tears, he knew he had hurted you.

You didn’t want him to continue apologizing, it meant nothing to you if you didn’t know which were the reasons behind it.

“But why?” you spoke sternly and he looked at you surprised by your tone.

He looked elsewhere and took a deep breath trying to calm down.

“I thought you were better off without me; everything was too overwhelming; I was too stressed and I guess I took it out on you. I don’t deserve you, I never did” he explained too softly you almost couldn’t hear him.

You wanted to believe him but it sounded too cliché and cowardly. This wasn’t the Junkyu you had fallen in love with.

“But it wasn’t better” he continued looking at you and inching closer “I missed you, I miss you. I was stupid, I can’t live without you Y/N, I miss talking to you all the time, I miss your laugh, I miss making you laugh, I miss your food, I miss our conversations, I miss everything about you” He was too close now, he prayed you couldn’t hear how fast his heart was beating.

He cupped your cheek and his face was just inches apart from yours. He pressed his forehead against yours and you closed your eyes. You had missed his touch, his scent, his warmth, if you could you would’ve stopped time right at that moment.

Slowly he leaned in, you could feel his uneven breathing as he got closer and you shut your eyes even tighter as your lips connected.

His lips on yours felt right; they tasted like home. As if you’ve been aching for this moment since the last time you had kissed him. His lips were soft and his kiss made you feel wanted. Butterflies fluttered in your stomach just as the first time.

He furrowed his eyebrows as he deepened the kiss and your hands went to his hair while he caressed your cheek.

“I love you Y/N” he whispered to your lips as he went back in for another kiss, but this time it felt different. Not as innocent and loving as the first one. He pressed his body closer to you even if there was not any more room left.

“Junkyu” you whispered trying to catch your breath but he didn’t want to break the kiss.

“Junkyu” you said again a little bit louder and tried to push him away.

He looked at you confused before realizing what you were thinking.

“I have to go” you said still not fully into your senses while you tried to open the door.

“Don’t” spoke up Junkyu grabbing your hand “I can be better for you, I promise you” tears started rolling down his cheeks as he spoke “I need you in my life Y/N please, stay” he finished looking at you pleadingly.

You knew what you were doing was wrong, you had just started dating Eric and he didn't deserve this. He had been so supportive and nice to you, it made you feel sick to think about what you were doing.

But on the other hand, the only person you had pictured next to for the rest of your life was asking for a second chance. You knew you deserved better than who he had been but he could change, it wasn’t going to be easy but even though you hate admitting it, he still owned your heart and you would drop anything if he asked you too.

After a few minutes of awkward silence you spoke again.

“Junkyu I was wrong.” you said softly not looking at him “I thought for a while I could die if you weren’t by my side” you laughed bitterly “I genuinely thought I needed you to be happy. I was so hurt, I felt betrayed. I waited for you to explain how did you fall out of love, I waited for you to call and say it was a joke, I waited and waited and you never came. I didn’t want to believe it, but I had to. I faced the fact that maybe you weren’t the one for me. I tried to move on but I couldn’t, until one day it just happened. You weren’t the first thing on my mind one morning, and I knew it was over. And it’s not that I deserve someone better because in my eyes, you’re still the best.” your eyes were full of tears and he was still holding on to your hand.

You took a deep breath and looked at him.

“But you made that choice for a reason.You thought you were better off without me and that’s enough for me to know I should let go. I will probably regret this once I leave but I’ll not regret it five years from now.” you finally said pulling your hand away from his and opening the door.

“Y/N please”Junkyu whispered and you could see it in his eyes he was just as hurt as you were but you had made up your mind.

You shook your head. “It’ll be better this way Junkyu” you finished with a smile. A genuine one this time. You were thankful for the good memories you shared but it was time to have a proper goodbye.

As you walked home you were breaking inside. You wanted to run back to him and tell him you took back everything you said. You wanted him to hold you closer. But you fought it back. It had been hard to let him go the first time because you didn’t want to, but it was different this time.

You didn’t want him back in your life.

A/N: “Junkyu’s song” is actually Sody’s Maybe it was me btw, check her out! Also, I’ve never broken up with someone soo I’m sorry if it doesn’t sound very accurate lmao. 

Thanks for liking the first part btw! It means a lot to me♡

[the-fiction-witch]

Dirty Boy! P3

TV SHOW: GODLESS COUPLE: WHITEY WINN X READER RATING: SMUT

Saturday:

I sighed trying to get my fire to lite the rain had been falling hard since yesterday and my house was becoming an ice box because of it I heard a little knock on my door

"who is it?" I ask

"the sexiest boy in la belle" I heard whitey laugh

"come in whitey" I sigh and he happily came in shutting the door behind him

"I missed you when you ran out on me yesterday" he smiles

"you were supposed to" I laugh

"here let me help," he says sitting beside me and helping me with the fire "that was very mean what you did to me yesterday" he complains

"I know" I giggle as we got my little fire going

"you know... If I wanted to I could lock you up in the office or handcuff you so you can't do somethin so mean to me" he smirks "if you where in the cell you couldn't run away from me baby" he smirked kissing my shoulder

"yes but then I wouldn't do all the little things you love" I smirk

"true, y/n... Can we fool around today?" He asks "please" he begs pulling a pouty puppy face at me

"no" I laugh sitting on my sofa and he sat beside me "if your so desperate whitey why don't you just touch... yourself?" I ask

"i do, just though my pocket when I'm watching you, I can't make myself cum baby, you have been too good to me. You've spoilt me because of your touching and grinding my hands are worthless now my cock feels how good it is to have a sexy lady around" he explained

"awww poor whitey, why not just make your hands go numb and imagine it's me" I smirk snuggling into his neck

"i do baby" he groans "but it's still me and I know that it's me, I need you baby" he begs

"why should I?" I ask

"y/n it's been almost a week I haven't waited this long for an orgasm since I discovered jerking off, I can't take your torcher anymore" he groans kissing any part of my skin exposed to him "just somethin anythin I don't care what ya do to me, just make me cum y/n" he begs

"anything?" I ask and he nods so I giggled slipping my hand up his leg he hitched he breath excited for me to touch him I slipped my hand in his pocket and he seemed a bit confused before I found the little hole in his pocket I could feel his half hard cock on the other side of this little hole his head a little wet from pre-cum and the shaft a little tender humm he must have been playing with it before me came to see me he lightly grunts as he felt me so close to him "hummm, somebody has been touching him today" I smirk

"I had too, he was begging for you this mornin" he groans "he was so hard for ya baby, after you being so mean to me this week my dreams are so dirty, dreamin of you not running off or people not barging in on us dreamin we got.to finish what we have been doing" he smirks as I slowly ran my finger around his head "huu...y/n" he moans "touch me.. more please" he begs so I slipped my hand in further taking a grip of his cock "uhhh! Yes, touch me please" he begs so I ran my hand all over him and slowly began pumping "uhh uhh ummmmm! Yes ohh my god! Im already close baby" he moans

"does it feel as good as you imagined? Having me to touch your cock?" I ask

"a billion times better then I could have ever dreamed y/n" he groans

"Good, sit still, stay quiet" I tell him "undo your pants whitey" I smirk getting up to lock my door and shut my blinds he was just finishing undoing them as I sat down and I nuzzled into his neck

"there ya go, he's out and waiting baby" he smirks and I giggled giving his neck more kisses "don't you wanna see him? See how big he is for ya? See how.much he needs ya" he smirks

"no" I answer

"why not?" He asks

"I like the secrecy" I smirk "we have to keep something a secret don't we whitey?" I smirk

"but how are you goin to do anythin to me without looking?" He asks

"easy" I smirk running my hand up his leg and grabbing his base he almost screamed his head back on my sofa his eyes half closed like he wanted to shut them in pleasure but he didn't want to miss the sight of my hand on his cock I began slow little tiny movements up and down but even they got

"Uhhhhh uhhhhh uhhhhh ummmm baby! More more! Please I'm beggin ya y/n! More...." He moans

"hummm dirty boys should keep quiet and enjoy what they are given else they get nothing" I warn

"I'm sorry y/n your hands just feel so good" he groans "could I ask... A favour?" He asks

"depends on what it is whitey?" I answer slowly getting faster

"ummmm... Can I .. can I kiss ya?" He asks

"alright" I smile

"not just that...but uhh... Could you use your other hand to uhh... Touch somewhere else?" He suggests

"where?" I ask curiously and he smirks doing his jumper and shirt slipping them off leaving him sat in just his pants but even they where open exposing his long seven inch cock he took my other hand giving it a soft light kiss before he rested my hand on his bare chest "well alright whitey, so long as you keep quiet" I tell him

"I will, I promise" he groans so I kissed his soft lips melting into the heavenly kisses as I sped up my hand he groaned and moaned into my mouth a lot but I kept going trying to make sure his pleasure wouldn't stop for a moment, "y/n...can i-" he began

"what now whitey?" I laugh

"can I uh... Please" he begs his hand hovering above my arse and I nod so he grabbed me hard almost throwing me forward back to his lips his gropes where hard and sexy like he had no.choice in groping me he had to to let his pleasure escape him in some way but he moved his hand it slipping up my waist to grab my breasts and he moaned into our kiss so I sped up my hand "UHHHHHH AH UHH UHH PLEASE Y/N IM CLOSE IM BEGGIN YA LET ME.CUM" He begs

"why should I?" I ask

"because ya love me?" He asks

"not a good enough reason" I laugh

"because I need it" he begs

"knowone needs an orgasm" I giggle

"please... please, I'm beggin ya baby" he groans

"nope" I giggle

"I'll fuck ya later if ya make me cum?" He suggests

"no thank you whitey" I giggled slowing my hand

"uhhh noo! No no! Please I'll give you three orgasums if you let me have this one please" he begs

"humm no" I smirk almost stopping

"uhhhhh y/n please I'm in agony please I'll do anythin just let me cum please" he screams

"magic words?" I giggled

"please!" He screams

"noo that's not the sexy magic words" I giggled he sat lookin'at me a bit confused before he smirked

"please touch me baby" he growls

"why should I? Why should I let you cum?" I ask

"because... I want you" he smirks "I want to fuck that pussy raw, but my baby is being difficult so she will touch until I'm done with her else I'll force her down and fuck her pretty tittes all night" he smirks

"humm dirty boy" I smirk kissing him

"it's how you like me?" He smirks groping my breasts hard "soo.. baby girl, make me cum" he begs

"alright" I smirk kissing him hard running my hand around his bare skin and jerking him as hard and fast as I could he moans loudly into my mouth I can tell by the moans and tightness of his cock he was close and the lustful kisses and groping was a good indication too I heard a knock at my door and pulled away he looked upset mad at me even but I kept moving my hand I winked at him sitting normally and still jerking his cock "who is it?" I ask

"it's bill y/n can I come in?" He asks whitey quietly losing his mind unbelievably close to his orgasm

"sorry bill I'm changing what do you want?" I ask

"have ya seen whitey I can't find him anywhere?" He asks so I smirked giving Whitey a little kiss Ben if he tried to snog me he grabbed my breasts harder ripping the top of my dress to shreds to grope me though just my underdress his other hand pulling up the many skirts of my dress slapping on my bare skin to grope my arse his nails digging into my skin

"I uhh think he went down to the river bill for a bath" I answer

"ohh alright... I'll wait till he gets back then, ya see him tell him I need a word" he says

"will.do bill" I laugh and I heard him leave

"ummmm ummmm uhhhhh uhhh uhh!!!" He moans as he froze his jizz spurting out of his cocks head as his senses flooded with his orgasm "uhhhhh.....umm baby, you-you made me cum, thank you y/n" he groans exasughted

"humm your welcome" I giggled giving him and cuddle and a kiss

Sunday:

I sighed a little bored trying to read my little book but it was boring me so I threw it and ran out to the official opening the little door but the place was empty just bill sat at his desk eating a cookie

"Ohh mornin' Miss Y/n, something the matter?" he asks

"No bill, Where's whitey today?" I ask

"At home, I gave him the day off" he shrugs

"Ohh, okay. Thanks, Bill" I smile running off to whitey's place I noticed the front door was open so I looked inside but it was empty... where the hell is that dam boy? I looked around the corner and saw him stood sorting out his horse "Morning" I smile slyly putting my hands behind me and pushing out my chest he turned and smirked at me

"Mornin' Y/n" He smiles "Somethin' up?" he asks

"I believe that's your department Mr Winn" I smirk coming over stand between him and his horse he smirked holding me tightly wrapping his arms around my waist tight and giving my shoulder a kiss

"Is it now? somebodies in a good mood this mornin'" He laughs

"You see in a good mood too" I smirk giving him a little kiss and he instantly kissed me back pulling me against him

"Can ya blame me darlin' I got to cum for the first time in a week course I'm happy" He smirks "What are ya after y/n?" he asks

"Board, your fun"I giggle cuddling tightly into his chest

"Aww, thanks" He laughs

"What are you up to?" I ask him

"Ohh taking Ted out for a ride he hasn't gone out anywhere for a couple days," he explains

"Really? Well, where are you going to go?" I ask

"Not sure, down to the river? maybe up to the forest?" he shrugs

"Can I come?" I ask

"Aww Course ya can darlin'" He smiles "Come on y/n" he smiles helping me up onto his horse and a couple seconds later he got on just behind me giving my shoulder a little kiss and we slowly went off out of la Belle "So... where do ya wanna go darlin'" he asks

"The forest" I smile

"why? What's the matter with the river?" He asks

"I don't wanna go down the river, I wanna go into the forest" I smirk

"Ohh? come on tell me why?" he laughs giving me a tight cuddle

"I don't like the river to open, people can spy on us much easier" I laugh

"why ya plannin' on doin' somethin' ya don't want people to see us doin'?" he asks

"what do you think?" I smirk

"Well... we could do some stuff If ya wanted too darlin'" he smirks pulling me closer to him so that my back was tight against his front and I could feel how tight his pants were already getting

"Hurry up then" I smirk

"Hold on tight then baby" he smirks giving me a kiss and making the horse gallop off much faster "I know the real reason ya don't want to go to the river" he laughs

"Ohh why?" I ask

"It means we have to go past... that place don't we" He laughs

"Yes" I answer

"Why do ya not like that place?" he asks

"I don't mind the place, or the people I just don't want you going near... Her" I sigh

"Aww, really darlin' that's what you're worried about? Relax y/n I haven't seen her in months you don't have to worry your my girl" He says giving me a kiss

"No Louise?" I ask

"Not ever I promise," he says

"Whitey?" I ask

"yeah?" He asks

"How much further to the forest?" I ask him

"Not far now," he says "why? gettin' impatient my sweet?" He asks

"Maybe" I shrug moving my hips back a little to grind on him he laughed grabbing my hips

"Dirty girl" He smirks

"I learnt it from you Whitey" I smirk

"I better give ya your next lesson then baby" he smirks as we got to the edge of the forest as soon as we got deep enough for people not to see us I jumped off his horse and he jumped down after me holding his horse as we wondered a little more "so... What are ya plannin'?" he asks

"Secret's" I smirk taking the reins from his hand and tieing them to a branch close by the little steam so Ted could drink and not wander off I grabbed whitey's hand and ran off dragging him along with me

"Where are we goin' y/n?" he asks

"Here" I smirk pushing him against a tree

"Ohh? what are ya going to do to me today?" he asks

"Secret" I smirk

"Can ya do what ya did to me yesterday?" he asks

"maybe" I shrug

"Your evil" he complains grabbing my hand and slowly making my hand slipped down his chest towards his pants

"That's why you love me" I smirk kissing down his neck bitting at his soft skin a little

"True" he laughs as I undid his pants

"no whitey.... before I really get started when did ya last have a bath?" I ask him

"Yesterday" he answers and I just look at him "Friday" he shrugs

"Really?" I ask

"Wednesday" he sighs

"I don't believe you" I smirk slipping my hand in his pants and slowly rubbing his cock

"Monday! monday I swear" He answered

"Honest?" I ask slowly rubbing him harder

"I promise" he complains

"You went and had a bath the day you felt up my arse?" I ask him

"yeah" He answers

"Liar" I smirk pushing his pants down a little not enough to make them fall but enough to let his hard cock spring free "Tell me....else I won't keep going" I warn as I swept the ground with my hand just to check for sharp rocks and sticks before getting on my knees and giving his cock's head a soft kiss

"Uhh! Last Thursday" he moans

"that's much more then a week ago" I laugh

"I've been busy" he answers

"Ohh yeah doing what?" I ask licking down his shaft

"Uhhhh! Doin' you" He laughs

"You haven't done me yet, But I know what you meant" I chuckle

"Ya gonna do this to me or are ya just gonna be mean to me?" he asks

"Both" I shrug pressing kisses all over him

"Your a evil girl!" He complains

"and your a very dirty boy, we work well" I smirk

"You might think so" he sighs

"You don't?" I ask licking a line up from his base to his head

"uhh! No No I think so, I just hate being the horniest guy in La Belle stuck with a girl who just likes fuckin' tourchering me!" he complains

"You love it" I smirk lightly sucking on his head

"I do!" He groans rolling his head back against the tree "Uhh baby! Come on little further" He begs so I smirked taking almost all of him in my mouth all of him that would fit and sucking lightly "Aww... you finally being nice to me" He smirks putting his hand on my shoulder lightly rubbing my shoulder as he groaned and grunted sometimes bucking his hips towards my mouth "Uhhhh! Your mouth is amazin'" he groans "Didn't realize when I was just sticking my tongue in it, should have stuck my cock in earlier then this" he smirks

"Shut up whitey" I tell him grabbing his arse

"Ohhh! Dirty girl!" He smirks "Your learning a lot from me aren't ya darlin'" he smirks

"shut up whitey" I warn sucking on as much of him as I could and licking the pre-cum from his cocks head

"Uhhh! Okay!" He groaned having to bite his mouth so he wasn't screaming "Uhh baby! Uhh umm! Ohh god! baby girl!" he moans "I'm close already sweetheart" he smirks "Uhhh your mouth is magic" he smirks

so I moved my head slowly up and down his shaft he grabbed my hair trying to at first slow me down but he slowly started making me go faster I slapped his hands away so he couldn't touch me at all as I sucked taking the last inch or two of his cock that I couldn't fit in my mouth and slowly pumping him

"Uhhhh Fuck! your evil!" He screams "Please please baby! make me cum baby girl" he begs

"Not sure I should" I smirk pulling away to press tiny kisses to his close head "After you being such a dirty boy these last few days, and you got one yesterday" I laugh

"So! I need another one! Come on please!" he begs

"Well... we can make a deal?" I suggest

"What sort of deal?" he asks carefully

"Well if I'm going to do this for you... what will you do for me?" I ask him

"Hummm Babygirl, you have been spendin' to much time with me haven't ya" he smirks "Well... i guess tomorrow I could, Fuck ya?" he suggests

"Nope" I shrug going to move away

"No no! I uhh... I can pay you back later? an orgasm for an orgasm? how bout that?" he suggests

"Well you would owe me two actually whitey...counting yesterday" I smirk

"Okay! I will just please" he begs "Finish me please" he begs

"Alright" I smirk taking every inch of him I could in my mouth and licking up his shaft and head pumping anything I didn't have in my mouth within seconds he was groaning and screaming against the tree so I sucked as hard as I could his hips began bucking uncontrollably into my mouth he kept muttering my name and baby girl between his sharp jagged breaths

"Y/n... Slow down! I- I'm gonna-" he groaned cut off by his own moan so I just kept going "Uhhh! Uhhhhh UMMM Y/N!" He moans loudly the warm gunk spurting out his head onto my tongue it tasted odd like someone has mixed salt and sugar into a thick paste that was the best was to describe it "Ummmmm babygirl" he groans collapsing against the tree very tried I swallowed any I had in my mouth and licked any he had left on him getting up from my knees to cuddle close with him and he lazily cuddled me giving me a couple tiny kisses as we both playfully giggled "Your too good at that" he smirks

"am I?" I giggle

"Ya are, would think you had done that before" he smirks

"Nope, just to you" I smirk

"aren't I lucky" he smirks "Come on y/n let's get back before Bill sends a search party out lookin' for us" He chuckles doing his pants back up and taking my hand but I smirked flipping us over so I was against the tree pulling him as close as I could

"Aren't you forgettin' are little deal Mr winn?" I smirk

"Later darlin'" He smirks giving my head a kiss "I promise" he smiles

"Your a tease" I complain

"says the girl who just sucked my dick" He laughed

"I got you off didn't I!" I complain

"alright alright soon I swear" He laughs as we went back to his horse and he helped me up on it again and got on close behind me as we started to ride off back to La Belle

"whitey?" i ask resting my head on his chest and shoulder behind me

"Umm?" he asks concentrating on making sure Ted didn't take a mis step as we headed out the forest

"Have you ever fooled around with another girl?" I ask him

"No" He laughs "why do ya ask?" he asks and I shrug "Y/n" he warns

"You seem desperate like you haven't had it in a while" I laugh

"It's not that I haven't had it in a while it's that I haven't not someone else anyway, I haven't even touched myself for a good while now" he complains

"That bad?" I ask

"Well it has a withdrawal Y/n like most things do, but I seem fine just a bit more horny than normal "he shrugs

"This is normal?" I ask and he nods "Humm fun" I smirk

"My dad used to say I Played with myself to much I'd go blind" he laughs

"ya blind yet?" I ask

"Not yet, but I'm workin' on it" He smirks giving me a kiss "what about you? your mum and dad ever tell ya horror stories about touchin' ya self?" he asks

"No, they just told me not to do it, ever that I should not have an orgasm until my wedding night" I laugh

"why do I think ya broke that rule years ago?" he laughs

"I did" i smirk "I just don't do it as much as you do" I laugh

"Don't you? okay I last did last Friday, when was the last time you did?" he asks

"Wednesday" I smirk

"This Wednesday? you dirty girl" He smirk giving my head a kiss "Y/n?" he asks after a while

"yes whitey?" I ask

"do you like me calling ya baby?" He asks

"Eh" I shrug "Not to bothered by it" I shrug

"What about sweetheart?" he asks

"No, I'm not keen on that one" I complain

"What about darlin'?" he asks

"that's fine, it's innocent I suppose when other people are around" I smirk

"what about... babygirl?" he asks

"I like that one" I smirk "when we are alone" I smirk

"why just when we are alone? it's just babygirl? it's innocent enough around other people" he shrugs

"True" I smile cuddling closer to him

"Aww, ya gettin' sleepy babygirl?" he asks

"little" I sigh "I always get sleepy when I'm frustrated" I complain

"Ohh... well, Okay" he smirks putting his hand he wasn't using to control the horse to sit on my leg "Come on, I've never done this before y/n give me some kinda idea what I'm doing" he laughs

"Just get in the right area whitey I'll direct you from there" I laugh

"Well, okay" he blushed slipping his hand up my leg up to my thigh his thumb rubbing a little on my hip

"whitey?" I laugh

"yeah?" he asks

"Hint" I suggest "Under the dress" I tell him

"Ohh! right" he blushed "Sorry" he smiled giving my head a kiss and tugging up my dress to try and get his hand under having to keep grabbing at my many petticoats on my dress "How many bloody layers are in this thing?" he complains

"I forget" i shrug he made ted stop a moment and used both his hands

"one, two, three, four, five,six, seven, eight! how are you not boiling?" he asks

"There very thin" i smirk

"Ohh are they" he smirks slipping his hand under my dress layers and making ted wonder on again "Humm there we are" he smirks

"Underdress whitey" i laugh

"Ohh for god sake!" he complains going under my undergarments too "Ohhh... hello, your skin is very sofa babygirl" he smirks running his hand down my thigh

"what happens when you actually wash every other day whitey" I laugh

"really? Tell me y/n am i the first one to touch ya?" he asks and I nod "Good" he smirks moving his hand up to hold my waist stroking my bare skin "Ummm, i like feelin' ya up, under your clothes" he smirks

"better then over them?" i ask

"Course it is" he smirks moving his hand down to grab my arse "Uhhh yeah, Babygirl, I love your ass so much" he smirks grabbing it hard

"aren't we meant to be doing something else whitey?" I ask

"Ohh right, sorry your too sexy, I got distracted" he smirks moving his hand around to my tummy I moved the skirts of my dress a little so if anyone did spot us it would just look like he was holding me carefully so I wouldn't fall he slipped his hand down pressing little kisses to my neck but got confused

"Underwear whitey" i laugh

"Ohh come on!" he complains "you don't normally wear this much clothes" he sighs "ya didn't the other day?" he smirks

"I know well I have to ride a horse, don't want to be doing that with hardly any layers on"I laugh

"Alright, but... I don't want to see you with this much on under your dress again? we clear babygirl?" he asks and I nod

"Good girl" he smirks slipping his hand under my underwear "so...where am i going?" He asks I whispered it to him and he blushed a little I concentrated on the pretty scenery as his hand moved so His thumb rubbed on my clit I almost choaked he saw me and smirked doing it a little harder I almost groaned grabbing his jumper as I snuggled close to him "Aww, do ya like this babygirl?" he asks and I nod snuggling into his neck a little more and he kissed my head as he got a little faster I went to grab his arm "what is it?" he asks

"up and down whitey, and little circles, rubbing not trying to kill me" I warn him

"sorry, thought faster and harder was better?" he asks

"Not always with girls" I tell him as I kissed and sucked on his neck to stop myself from moaning or screaming to much as he slowly and carefully played with my clit the slow stepping and bouncing of the horse actually making me feel a little more needy like with every time I bounced up a little I wanted whitey's cock to me under me to fill the needy desire of my pussy "Whitey... a little faster" I smirk

"Humm horny girl" he smirks speeding up a little rubbing directly on my clit

"Uhhh whitey!" I groan

"Ohh ya like this? am I doin' somethin' right?" he asks

"yeah" I groan snuggling close to him "don't move your hand" I tell him

"Ohh? really? alright then babygirl" he smirks rubbing on my clit a little faster

"Ummmm whitey" I moan

"Uhh! I like you moaning for me, it's hot and sexy babygirl" he smirks lightly grinding his half hard cock on my back "Uhhh come on baby I wanna see ya cum for me" he smirks and I bit down on his neck already feeling close

"uhhhhh! Whitey!" I scream pulling him to kiss me as I felt my orgasm rush though me holding his jumper tightly he kissed me back gently rubbing on my clit as I calmed down

"Awww, babygirl did I do good?" he asks

"Very very very good whitey" I smirk caressing his face and giving him a kiss

"humm okay, come on we need to get back" he smiles taking his hand away from me and making ted gallop off back to La Belle.

[kazunarisworld]

First Love... Maybe? (JaehyunxOC)

Description: Park Angel, a girl from America whose mother is American and father, a korean; comes to Korea for the first time to study as she had been accepted in SM High. She just happens to catch the eye of one of the popular boy name Jung JaeHyun who belongs to a large boys squad named NCT. What happens next is for you to find out by reading this! 😘

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Angel's POV

I sit on my bed as I try to get everything in my head. Today I came to Seoul with my parents because I have been accepted in one of Seoul, South Korea's school named SM High. It is not just any school. It is a school where rich and popular people goes too. I am not someone 'that' rich but I have a good brain which managed to get me a scholarship in that school. My parents are fairly happy and proud of me. But it is so hard to adjust for me. Well I do want to study in that school it is just that it is my first time that I came to Seoul. It is nice here but it is hard as I don't know anyone here. Makes me feel lonely. *pout* Tomorrow my new school will start. I again look at where my school dress is hunged perfectly. It is beautiful. And looks really expensive.

(A/N: Imagine the dress to be something like this)

Ahhhhh I am so nervous. What if people doesn't like? What if they hate me? My korean isn't also perfect!!!! I am ruined. Why did I have to try for S.M. High. I laid down on my bed. I look at the digital clock plased on my bedside table. It is already 10:26 pm. "Aish it's late already. I should sleep. I have school tomorrow" I mumbled to myself as I closed my eyes. I fell asleep after a while. Slipping into a dreamless sleep.

Next day

I stand in front of the large school gate with my school back hanging off my shoulder. I am tired, nervous and anxious. This school is freaking huge. What did they think about while making this? I hesitantly walked inside the school gate and saw many eyes turned to look me. Gosh are they looking at me because I am new? Or is there something stuck on my head? It is so weird. I look down as I speed walk inside but ended up bumping into a hard chest making me stumble but before I fell two strong hands hold me up with my arms. I slowly looked up and you can say I half died from heart attack.

The guy who is holding me is really taller than me. He has beautiful brown hair. His eyes are so pure and captivating. I was brought back to reality from my dream like state when he said something. "Huh?" i said not really understanding what he said because I was busy admiring him. Damn it what is happening to me. "I asked are you okay?" He asked. "Yeah. Uh yeah I am okay." I stuttered out as I detached myself from his hands out of embrassment and shyness. Gosh why did this have to happen to me? "Oh good." He said with a nod with a one last look at me, which kinda made me flustered, he walked away with his friends I guess following after him. I just stood there looking him and his friends retreating. He is handsome.

"Hey are you new here?" A voice asked. I turned around to see a girl with glasses. Her hair is black with hair. And her eyes are green. And she looks cute. "Yeah. I am." I answered not really knowing what to say. "Oh~ I am Kim SooHee." She said cheerfully. I smiled at her. "I am Angel Park. Half American. Nice to meet you SooHee - sshi" I said with respect. "Eyyy no formality. Just call me Soo or just SooHee. Come on I will lead you to our head teacher's office. You can get your student ID and your schedules from there." She said. I nodded accepting her help. Then we both headed towards the head teacher's office. Maybe I will be able to enjoy being in this school. And make friends.

At lunch period

Me and SooHee with two of her friends whose names are Minseo and Sina sat together at their usual lunch table. I feel at ease with them. SooHee is a really great person. Her friends too. They had explained me many things about this school and the popular students in this school. I have learned that popular students sticks together as in form a squad of their own. They have told me about TVXQ, SNSD, F(x), Suju, Red Velvet, EXO, etc etc. EXO squad did caught my eyes because there is a cute penguin like guy who is actually older than me. He kind of reminds me of pororo which is cute. But then the thing that caught my eye the most is the new squad NCT who is the largest squad in the school though they are all young. And what shooked me is that the guy who I had bumped into earlier is one of the member of NCT squad whose name I learned is Jung Jaehyun.

"So anyone caught your eye? As in any guy?" Sina asked me with a teasing tone making me blush. "Well yeah but I am not sure." I said which make all of them perk up in interest. "Really? Who?" Minseo asked sipping her drink. "Jaehyun from NCT..." I said but trailed down when they look like I have told them aliens came to meet me. "He is..... impossible." Sina said making me frown not understanding. "Well Jaehyun kind of haven't accepted any girls. Many of the girls had confessed to him but he never chosed anyone." SooHee said. "Maybe he is waiting for the right one." I said trying to think positive. "Maybe~" Minseo said lightning up the mood. Then we all continued talking about random things. Laughing at Sina's overrated jokes.

JaeHyun's POV

Me and my squad sat on a large table which was especially placed in the cafeteria for us. I look around and saw the 'new' girl as she kept talking about something with his friends. Damn I wish I had ears like wolves because I honestly feel curious about what they are talking. I saw the new girl frown at something the girls, Sina and SooHee if i am correct, said. But she said something and smiled. I dunno why but I feel my heart flutter at the way she is smiling. She looks so cute. "Dude what the heck are you thinking about while looking at her?" My friend Taeyong asked with a raised eyebrow making me blush a little. I hope it's little. "Wait!!!!! Is JUNG JAEHYUN blushing?" DoYoung hyung teased making me facepalm myself. I am a human. Of course I can blush. "Keep it down will you. I just find her interesting." I said. "She is a year older than you. I am in the same class with her. Her name is Park Angel. If i heard right. Half American. Her mother is American. It is her first time to be in South Korea." Do Young hyung said again as he started eating his share of pizza. Ahh so she is a noona to me. She looks so young. Keeping that fact in mind me and friends started to eat and after the lunch break was finished we all went to our own classes. Boring classes to attend!

After school

Angel's POV

School was done. Sadly me and others don't have the same way to home so we will be separated. Guess I have to walk home alone. I hope I won't lost my way. "Bye all. Meet you three tomorrow." Sina said as she walked towards her way to home. For Minseo and SooHee they will walk home together as they are neighbours. "Bye Angel. Meet you tomorrow. Walk back safely. Take care." They said. I waved at them as they walked away. I also turned around and started walking towards where my house is. Gosh I hate this loneliness feeling.

As I was walking for a while I felt someone's else presence. Scared I started walking faster without looking back almost tripping over a fairly big rock. I close my eyes waiting for my body to make an impact with the ground but it never came. Then I realize someone was holding my wrist stopping me from falling on the ground. The person pulled me up and turned me around. I opened my eyes to see who my saviour was. But when I saw who it was I wanted to close my eyes again and the ground to open up and swallow me. "Be careful while walking. And don't you know that it is dangerous for a girl to walk alone at this part." He said as I just stood there like a rock. He sighed. "This path is kind of filled with drunkards at a time like this and it is silent too, not much people to help you if you needed one. You should be careful." He explained. "Oh I didn't know" it was the only thing I could get out of my mouth.

Author's POV

"Come on. I will walk you home." jaehyun said startling Angel. "A-ah aniyo. You don't need to." She tried to deny but Jaehyun look at her with a raised eyebrow stopping her from saying anything. "I am Jung Jaehyun by the way. Your junior so you are a noona." Jaehyun said. "I know you.... uh well my friends told me about you." Angel said as she walked beside Jaehyun who had started walking. "oh. So you are Angel right?" He asked as he rubbed his neck a little feeling nervous and shy. "Yeah how did you know?" she asked. "A hyung of mine is in the same class with you. He told me." Jaehyun said trying not to stutter so much. "oh i didn't know." Angel said as they fell into silent walking slowly beside each other towards Angel's house.

"Stop we are here." Angel said almost startling Jaehyun. Key word: almost. "O-Oh i didn't realize." Jaehyun said. "Um-Hm" Angel hummed not really knowing what to say. "So I will go in now. You should go back too. Thanks for walking me back home." angel said with a blush as she turned around to walk inside her house. "HEY! Noona I- do you mind if I could get you a cup of coffee tomorrow?" jaehyun ask loudly collecting all his courage up hoping she would understand that he was asking her out. "Hm okay. But I prefer bubble tea more than coffee." She said. And with a giggle she walked inside, her back facing Jaehyun. The said male had a wide smile stretched on his face. His face a little red. He swears he has never blushed so much nor smiled so much. As the two walks away from each other only one thought was in their mind. "My first love... maybe!" Both of them thought. Their hearts beating fast and fluttering with happy aura surrounding around them.

Maybe be it was a start of something.

Something beautiful!

First love for two person. A young girl and a young boy.

Maybe!

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OMG GUYS!!!! THIS IS MY FIRST TIME!!!! Hope you all like it. I am gonna write a sequel of this so stay tuned.

Gosh i was so anxious and nervous while writing this. Sorry for any grammatical mistakes or typos if any. Thank you all 💕💕

[circlique]

Insomnia (Korea Bros)

I’ve always had a headcanon that the Koreas are insomniacs as a result of their division and decided to explore it a little.

Author: circlique (me) on AO3/FF.net Character(s): North Korea and South Korea, minor appearances from America and China; no ships Rating: T (minor language) Word Count: 2885 Chapter Warnings: Medication use (but not abuse) Fic Summary: Without the sleep pills, Yong Soo, too, would be kept awake by the flashes of the many lives he could no longer feel, disembodied voices of citizens that were his, but weren’t, the intense magnetic pull of a part of his country he would never be able to reach. It tugged at the empty part of him whenever he found himself in a moment of quiet, but never more than when he was alone in the dark, trying to get sleep to lift him away into the darkness. It was a problem uniquely theirs, and Yong Soo was quite possibly the only person who understood enough to be sympathetic.

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A knock at the door at this hour couldn’t be good.

The week of conferences had only just begun. Yong Soo had arrived in New York earlier that afternoon, after boarding a flight that had left Seoul nearly a day ago. After 17 hours in a cramped plane cabin, he was exhausted and looking forward to getting a decent night’s rest. Alfred had pulled out all the stops for this one, renting out one of New York’s finest hotels for the annual World Conference. It had taken all of Yong Soo’s willpower to keep from flopping down on the luxurious bed, with its gleaming white sheets and down stuffed pillows, and forgetting the rest of the world the moment he’d walked in. Instead, he’d forced himself to find something to do until later that night so he could adjust to the time change.

It was now nearly 10pm. He was in the bathroom, about to take a dose of sleep pills, when the sound of knuckles rapping on his door had filled the little hallway next to the bathroom. Only emergencies come knocking on doors at 10pm.

With a sigh, he went to answer the door—and immediately wished he hadn’t.

Yong Soo’s heart sank into his stomach at the sight of the last person in the world he wanted to see. His twin stood just beyond the threshold of the doorway, wearing a loose-fitting shirt and sweat pants, the dark circles under his eyes more pronounced than ever. He did not look up at Yong Soo even after he’d stood in the doorway in silence for several uncomfortably long seconds.

“What do you want?” Yong Soo growled at last, his fingers tightening around the edge of the door.

“You know what I want,” Sang Kyu grumbled, continuing to glare elsewhere.

Yong Soo did, in fact, know what Sang Kyu was there for, and he had half a mind not to give it to him.

“Why should I help you?” Yong Soo demanded, keeping his voice low though he wanted so badly to yell at Sang Kyu to go away.

Sang Kyu met Yong Soo’s eyes with an icy look. “It’s in your interest for both of us to be in a good mood tomorrow.”

“But you’re never in a good mood,” Yong Soo shot back.

“And why do you think that is?” Sang Kyu asked sardonically, the words bitter.

Yong Soo knew the answer to this as well. Without the sleep pills, Yong Soo, too, would be kept awake by the flashes of the many lives he could no longer feel, the disembodied voices of citizens that were his, but weren’t, the intense magnetic pull of a part of his country he would never be able to reach. It tugged at the empty part of him whenever he found himself in a moment of quiet, but never more than when he was alone in the dark, trying to get sleep to lift him away into the darkness. It was a problem uniquely theirs, and Yong Soo was quite possibly the only person who understood enough to be sympathetic.

Some part of him wanted to curse Sang Kyu to that misery tonight, but at the same time, having to deal with a North Korea cranky from jet lag and lack of sleep in the morning would be far worse than swallowing a small bit of pride tonight.

Yong Soo glowered at Sang Kyu from behind the door, but after moment, he finally said, “What’s the magic word?”

“South, just give me the damn pills.”

“I want to hear you say it!”

“South!”

“That’s not it. Try again!”

Sang Kyu gritted his teeth, clearly weighing the options in his head. Suck up some pride, or suffer through the insomnia? Finally, he bit back whatever insult he’d been working up and looked at Yong Soo with a begrudging look of defeat.

“Please,” he mumbled, barely loud enough for Yong Soo to hear.

Well, Yong Soo doubted he’d be able to get him to say it a second time, so he decided it was good enough. He had better things to do than stand in the doorway all night trying to get Sang Kyu to beg him. Like sleep. He slipped back behind the door for a moment, grabbed the bottle of pills, then returned to the doorway and shoved it at Sang Kyu.

“Goodnight,” he jeered, only realizing what a grave mistake he’d made after the door was shut.

Damn it. He hadn’t even taken his own dose yet, but in his haste to be rid of his disowned brother he’d given him the whole bottle. He didn’t have a spare. If he didn’t get it back, he’d spend every night this week tossing and turning.

Sheepishly, he returned to the door and opened it a crack. It had been less than a minute, so Sang Kyu had not made it far down the hall. The sound of the door opening caused him to turn and look over his shoulder.

Yong Soo glared at him for a moment before calling after him, his wavering voice betraying his embarrassment.

“So, you know I’m not giving you the whole bottle right? Take what you need and give it back.”

To his dismay, Sang Kyu seemed to pick up right away on the fact that giving him the whole bottle had been a mistake. He glanced at the bottle label, then looked up at Yong Soo with a wry smile.

“And what if I don’t?”

Yong Soo wracked his brain for a good threat, but came up empty handed. The best response he had was the one Sang Kyu had given him before.

“You said we should both be in a good mood tomorrow.”

“You seem to manage to be in an annoyingly good mood even without sleep.”

“Stealing my stuff is going to put me in a great mood, North!” Yong Soo said, his voiced edged with sarcasm.

“I didn’t steal it. You gave it to me,” Sang Kyu pointed out, holding up the bottle smugly.

Yong Soo seethed quietly, but could come up with no good reply that might make his stupid brother want to give back the bottle.

Except...

“Give it back and I’ll buy you lunch tomorrow,” he muttered after a long moment, knowing his brother rarely turned down an offer of free food.

This did seem to pique Sang Kyu’s interest, as he took a step toward Yong Soo as if to accept the offer before quickly pulling back. “How do I know you’ll uphold that promise if I give it back now?”

“I’ll give you twenty bucks and you can buy it yourself,” Yong Soo replied bitterly, hating himself for now giving his brother much more in one night than he had ever intended.

Sang Kyu seemed to consider this for a moment, then decided it was good enough.

“Fine,” he said, and began to make his way back toward the room. Yong Soo left the door ajar, an unspoken invitation to enter for a minute while he searched for his wallet.

Sang Kyu quickly made himself at home on the bed, settling down to read the label of the bottle.

“Don’t get too comfortable,” Yong Soo grunted as he bent down to look through his backpack for the wallet.

“Then hurry up,” Sang Kyu retorted, eyeing Yong Soo as he opened pocket after pocket, and what should have been a quick search began to drag on.

“You’re lucky America even let you into the country,” Yong Soo replied distractedly, as he checked yet another pocket of his backpack.

Surely he hadn’t actually lost his wallet, right? He was sure he’d had it when he’d arrived. The most logical place for it to be was his backpack, since that was where he’d kept it for most of the flight. But several minutes of searching every pocket turned up nothing, so he moved on to his suitcase, thinking maybe he’d tossed it in there after arriving.

Behind him, he heard the jostling of pills against the sides of the bottle as Sang Kyu counted out a week’s worth. It seemed unlikely that Sang Kyu would have been able to find and steal his wallet in the few minutes he’d been in the room without Yong Soo noticing, but the frantic beating of his heart as he grew more desperate in his search left him looking for someone to blame.

“I told you stealing my stuff would put me in a bad mood,” Yong Soo said, turning to throw an accusing glare in Sang Kyu’s direction.

“Don’t blame me for you not keeping track of your things,” Sang Kyu replied, throwing his hands behind his head lazily.

“Give it back,” Yong Soo said flatly.

“I didn’t take your damn wallet,” Sang Kyu said defensively. “I’ve been here the whole time.”

Despite wanting to believe that Sang Kyu had somehow stolen his wallet, the better part of Yong Soo knew he couldn’t have. Indeed, he’d been on the bed the whole time. Yong Soo kept looking, and finally had a thought to check the pocket of the pants he’d been wearing earlier, and there it was at last. He opened the wallet, pulled out a fresh twenty that he’d gotten at the exchange counter in the airport, and turned to hand it to Sang Kyu.

But Sang Kyu, who must have grown bored and taken one of the pills while he was waiting, was already asleep, his eyes closed and his chest rising and falling softly.

Yong Soo sighed in annoyance. After going through brand after brand of pills and growing immune to all of them, the doctor had moved him up to something stronger. They worked fast, and he knew that trying to wake Sang Kyu up now would just result in him dragging a half-asleep North back to his room. It was more trouble than it was worth.

“I guess you can stay,” Yong Soo grumbled, tired enough now that he was just happy to not have to argue anymore.

He scooped up the stray pills lying next to Sang Kyu’s hand and moved them to the nightstand. The pill bottle, now unguarded, was quickly returned to the bathroom counter. Should he still give him the money? Well, a deal was a deal, and he had a funny suspicion that if he didn’t, Sang Kyu would hold him to it in some way regardless. So, Yong Soo pulled out a twenty-dollar bill and left it on the nightstand next to the pills, then slipped his wallet back into his backpack where it belonged.

A few minutes later, he’d stripped down to his boxers and was trying to slip under the covers without disturbing Sang Kyu, who had fallen asleep on top, when he realized he still hadn’t taken his own dose of the sleep medication. He could try to reach across his brother and grab a pill off the nightstand, but then again…

He was surprised to find that he felt tired enough on his own, sleep already trying to pull him down into the darkness. The voices weren’t there. The flashes of lives across the border had not yet begun to dance in front of his lidded eyes. And most noticeably, the tug toward the part of his country he could never reach—

Was absent.

Presumably because, well, with Sang Kyu a mere foot away, he could reach it.

Yong Soo pulled the covers up to his chin and wrapped them as snugly around himself as he could without disturbing his brother, then turned so that he was facing away from him. It shouldn’t be like this, and the insomnia was the world’s way of telling them so.

The next conscious thought to enter Yong Soo’s mind was that it was far too bright, and he opened his eyes to the sunlight streaming in through the curtains. He hadn’t even realized he’d fallen asleep, much less that he’d actually slept through the night without medication.

Sometime during the night, he’d rolled over so that he was facing Sang Kyu, who had rolled so that his back was to Yong Soo. He looked to still be sleeping soundly, and in the warmth and comfort of this rare, peaceful moment, Yong Soo had a thought—

Could he do it without waking his brother? Even if he did wake, Yong Soo could always pretend he’d done it in his sleep, and Sang Kyu would be none the wiser. Slowly, he draped one arm over the other and pulled himself closer, so that the action resembled the closest thing to a loving embrace they’d had together in decades. With a sigh, Yong Soo pressed his forehead into the back of Sang Kyu’s neck, and for a moment they were still, just the rhythmic cycle of their breathing and now synced heartbeats. They could have been kids again, huddled close in their bed and sleeping in late until the sunlight caused the room to grow uncomfortably warm in the humid Korean summer. Sang Kyu never had to know, and that was the worst part of it all—that such a moment could now only be possible if one or the other of them were unconscious.

“I hate what’s become of us,” Yong Soo murmured, letting his eyes drift shut once more.

He didn’t know how long they stayed like that, but eventually Yong Soo looked up to see what time it was.

“Oh, shi—”

Well, it was nice having a brotherly moment with Sang Kyu, but all good things must come to an end. Yong Soo planted his hands on Sang Kyu’s back and, with a rough shove, pushed him over the edge of the bed, where he landed on the floor with a satisfying thud and awoke with a very unsatisfied grunt.

“Get up, lazy!” Yong Soo said, leaping out of bed and tearing through his suitcase for proper meeting clothes. “Our meeting starts in ten minutes!”

“Was that necessary?” Sang Kyu growled, his head poking up from behind the bed to glare rather weakly at Yong Soo. It was much harder, Yong Soo noticed, for his brother to look angry when well-rested.

“Yes!” Yong Soo grinned back, pulling on his shirt. “Because unless you want to be late, you still have to go back to your room and get dressed!”

“Whatever,” Sang Kyu said, still trying to look angry, though the look on his face came off as merely annoyed, and perhaps some part amused. “I’ll just be late.”

“Suit yourself,” Yong Soo said, by now tucking his shirt into his pants and throwing a belt through the loops.

Sang Kyu simply rolled his eyes and grabbed his things off the night stand. Without another word, he left, the door swinging shut behind him. Yong Soo could only hope he hadn’t actually been awake to notice what Yong Soo had done or what he’d said.

Nearly twenty minutes later, after Yong Soo had already seated himself in the meeting room with the likes of Russia, China, America, and Japan, North finally saw fit to join them. Though Yong Soo had already noticed that Sang Kyu seemed better rested, it was much more apparent now in the even lighting of the meeting room, the dark circles under his eyes significantly less prominent than they’d been the night before.

“Geez, you took your sweet time this morning, didn’t you?” Alfred complained, his eyes following Sang Kyu as he took his seat between Ivan and Yao. “Do you want to discuss the damn nukes or not?”

“Oh, yes,” Sang Kyu assured him, nonchalantly pulling a file from his briefcase without looking at Alfred. “I can’t wait to listen to you berate me for an hour.”

Beside him, Ivan gave a lighthearted snort.

Alfred seemed much less amused. “Only about forty minutes at this rate,” he muttered. Sang Kyu merely grinned back slyly, causing Alfred to frown and direct his attention to Yao instead, who was assumed to be in charge on Sang Kyu’s side of the table. “Well, where do you want to start?”

“How about ‘hello,’ or ‘good morning?’” Sang Kyu suggested before Yao could even say a word.

“The rest of us did that while we were waiting for you,” Alfred informed Sang Kyu haughtily.

“Enough,” Yao broke in, raising a hand to silence Sang Kyu, who was clearly gearing up for another retort, and glaring hotly at Alfred, who looked ready to leap across the table. “Good morning, North. Good morning, everyone. I think we all know why we’re here. Since America was so kind as to let me begin, why don’t we start with my proposal from last time?”

Next to Yong Soo, Alfred slowly sank back down into his seat, still glaring daggers at Sang Kyu, who returned his look with a smirk.

When Alfred finally looked away, Sang Kyu’s eyes fell instead on Yong Soo, who must have been staring at him with something like amazement. His brother simply rolled his eyes and smiled knowingly before looking away once more, as if the night before had never happened. Yong Soo couldn’t help but smile a little himself. It was a rare day indeed when North Korea was in a better mood than America.