#I've had a rough afternoon so seeing an ask from you cheered me up

[master-of-the-railway]

(Hey, me again lol) Were the Narrow Guage engines affected at all in your monster au?

Mmm... See this is a tough one, and I've tried to give it some thought because I'm trying to put an actual storyline to this AU.

Most of the first infected were the big guys that would be located on the lower parts of Sodor, and not up in the mountains where the narrow gauges usually are. But here's the thing: those suckers can CLIMB. And climb good. They may not seem like they're made for such a thing but engines like Nia, Thomas, and Percy could straight up mountain goat across sides of mountains provided they have no cars and enough wiggle room to balance. And the bigger engines are able to effortlessly scale the railroad tracks up into higher areas, they can jump too. Lighter engines can go higher, but bigger engines have more power to go further, no matter what way you spin it, even Toby can get a bit of distance by jumping.

All this to say, the mountain engines would be safe for the length of time that the other engines were unaware of this while feral. Once it was discovered, the Skarloey Railway was advised to be on high alert, as Rebecca had found it very easy to get close to the railway all on her own...of course despite being feral, she wasn't aggro at the time. Just a very curious animal. But it still would be cause for alarm, because they retain memories from their feral periods. Were she to do so again while irritated, she could possibly cause infection in the narrow gauges herself or even bring her "siblings" (aka the tidmouth tank engines) up there (as the four have been observed sticking together more often) to take them out as a team. It's a very very big possibility that the mountain engines could be attacked at any time if they're not well guarded. But I want to say...as of right now...no? I'm not 100% certain, as you can see I've got ideas but I'm vary wishy washy on who is and who isn't, as I'm also unsure if Belle is infected. I can say with absolute certainty that the castle crew aren't infected though! They're very well protected due to historic value, and that protection was only increased when the monster epidemic started.

[afictionaladventure16]

Hey! I love your Tim Bradford x teen! Reader fics! Was wondering could you do another one? Reader reconnects with someone they met through the system who's had a rough go. Maybe they were in the same house for a while and relied on each other a lot in that house to keep each other safe. But as they reconnect reader doesn't realise how toxic the relationship is. Tamara knows the dodgy stuff that the kid gets up to from her time in the system and warns Lucy and Tim because she doesn't want reader to fall back into bad habits with them. Maybe reader gets in trouble and calls Tamara to save them?

Reconnections and Regrets (Tim Bradford x Teen!Foster!Reader)

The Rookie Masterlist

Warnings: Mentions of guns and drugs

Summary: After trying to reconnect with people in the past, y/n realizes quickly why the past should stay in the past.

Author's note: I feel like this one wasn't the best fic I've done so far. I really liked this idea for the fic, though! I hope you enjoy it! Send in some more Tim Bradford x Teen!reader angsty fics!

You had promised yourself that you wouldn’t get back into your old habits. 

That you would forget your past and move forward, just like Tamara had done, and just as every other kid within the system wishes they could do. To have the ability to find someone to take you under their wing and help you forget your past. An opportunity to start over. 

But here you were, texting an old friend with plans to catch up later that afternoon. You couldn’t help but smile at the messages, you were excited to catch up with old friends. But most of all, you were excited to catch up with a special someone that you hadn’t seen since Tim took you in. 

The special someone was a boy named Jacob, the two of you had been in a foster home together when you were younger and he protected you from your foster father and well, you tried to do the same. You couldn’t help but develop feelings for him over the years. 

The last you heard about him was that he was living with his cousin, from what you knew, this cousin was bad news and you could not help but worry about Jacob living there. Especially since he stopped responding to your messages when he moved in with his cousin. It felt like he had just pushed you away. 

“What are you smiling about?” Tamara asked as she sat on the couch beside you. You had come over since Tim wasn’t home yet, and well, since Lucy and Tim were dating it now felt like you had two homes instead of one. 

“Nothing,” you responded. 

You could feel Tamara peeking over your shoulder to look at your phone, you quickly locked it and put it on your lap. 

“Please don’t tell me you’re talking to Jessica,” she pleaded. 

“Alright, I won’t.” 

She rolled her eyes, “Y/N, you know how I feel about her.” 

“Look, I’m just trying to reconnect, what harm-” 

“You know what can happen. You gotten out of that life and now you’re trying to go back? You get Starbucks on the daily, you’re in the cheer team and you go to a self-defense class for crying out loud. You’re not the same girl you used to be, so don’t think they’ll be coming at you with open arms.” 

You gave her a small glare, “Stop acting like you don’t think about going back to see your old friends from time to time.” You got up from the couch, “Maybe instead of focusing so much on my life, you should take a look at yours first.” 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Tamara asked as she followed you as you walked towards the door, “Where are you going?” 

“Out,” you stated as you walked out of the apartment. 

“Fuck,” Tamara exclaimed. Maybe she should’ve kept her mouth shut, but she felt she had to say something, otherwise, you would end up hurt. But now she felt like she had made things worse. 

On the other hand, you were annoyed by how she was right and maybe you got angry with her out of fear. Fear that maybe your friends, like Tamara had said, wouldn’t be as inviting as you think they would be. You hadn’t just changed through your personality but through your appearance too. You now had someone who would take you shopping for clothes you always wanted to wear, but never did out of fear of them getting stolen or taken from you. 

You acted like a completely different person now. A person who learned to trust a little more easily and you now weren’t afraid to just be yourself. 

On my way over, you sent it to Jessica. 

It wouldn’t take long for you to get back to the old neighborhood, it was a twenty-minute bus ride away. Or thirty minutes walking, but with the Los Angeles heat, you’d take your chances with the bus. 

~~ 

A couple of hours passed, and Tamara had not received anything from you. Beginning to worry had already surpassed, she was the definition of completely terrified of what could go wrong. She should’ve texted Tim or Lucy the second you left, but she wanted to give you the benefit of the doubt, but not the guilt was eating away at her. She let out a frustrated groan and called Lucy. 

Lucy picked up after a few rings, “What’s up?” 

“Look before you start yelling, I was trying to warn her okay?” 

Lucy furrowed her eyebrows, “What happened?” 

“Please don’t be mad, but Y/N was here and I saw her messaging one of her old friends and we got into an argument about it and now she’s not responding and I’m scared she’s gonna fall back into some bad habits, especially because this girl is known for doing certain things.” 

“How long ago did she leave?” Lucy asked. 

“Like two hours ago,” Tamara confessed. 

“And you’re barely calling me?” Lucy raised her voice, but quickly let out a sigh, “Do you think she went to see this friend?” 

“I know she did,” Tamamra hesitantly said. 

“Alright, for now, we’ll just see things out. We can’t just go there all guns blazing when there is no trouble,” Lucy stated. Although, she wanted to go all guns blazing because she was worried for Y/N’s safety. 

“Are we going to tell Tim?” 

“Tim already knows,” Tim announced. Tamara could hear the anger in his voice, and the fact that he never said anything until now, meant that he was indeed angry. 

“Look, just keep us updated, let us know if you hear anything from her, alright?” Lucy said. 

“Alright,” Tamara hung up the phone. 

Lucy didn’t say anything to Tim, she waited until he did, but he remained silent. 

Lucy let out a deep breath, “do you want to talk about it?” 

“Talk about what?” Tim asked. 

Lucy rolled her eyes, “About Y/N sneaking off to see her old friends? I mean, it’s obvious that you’re angry.” 

“I’m not angry.” 

“You’re not?” She asked in almost disbelief. 

“I’m disappointed. I thought she trusted me enough to tell me things, well, I thought we had gotten to that point. Now I feel like we hadn’t made any progress at all.” 

“You know that’s not true,” Lucy began to say. 

“Is it?” Tim cut her off, “because from my perspective, it doesn’t look good. I love this kid and I want to be more than just another foster home for her, but almost every time we get close to making a breakthrough she pushes me away.” 

Lucy sighed, she felt that maybe with her experience with Tamara, she would know what to say, but somehow this was different. “Just give her some time,” Lucy suggested. 

Tim wanted to say that he had given her all the time in the world, but that made it sound like he was giving up, and he didn’t want to give up. He just wished he knew what to do. 

~~ 

You had been with Jessica walking around your old neighborhood for the past two hours, hoping to run into Jacob and it didn’t take you too long. 

From a distance, you can see Jacob at the park talking to some guys that looked to be older. 

Jessica smirked as she watched you stare at Jacob from a distance, “you know he still asks about you.” 

You scoffed, “really?” she gave you a nod, “yet he won’t return a text.” 

“He thinks he’s too tough for all that shit now, he even dropped out of school,” Jessica commented. She walked in front of you, “We should go over there,” she suggested. 

Now that you were here, you had a sort of fear lingering in the back of your head. You knew the chances of hanging out with Jacob meant that you could get into trouble, but that voice inside of your head just wanted to talk to him once more. 

You shrugged, “I don’t know.” 

“Oh come on, Y/N. Don’t act like your main purpose for hitting me up was so you could see him again,” Jessica grabbed your hand and began leading you to the park. That fear within the back of your head was beginning to get louder the closer you got to Jacob. 

“Maybe I should go home,” you began to say. Jacob was only steps away and at the sound of your voice he quickly turned around. 

“No way,” he said with a smile on his face. “Ain’t no way she came back to see us,” he exclaimed as you sighed and walked up to him. “For a second I was beginning to think you were too good for us.” 

You rolled your eyes at his comment, “How you’ve been?” you asked. 

He glanced over at his friends then diverted his eyes back at you, “I’ve been decent.” Jessica walked over to his friends, of course she would know who they were. She was quick to strike up a conversation with them. Jacob took a couple of steps away from the group, gesturing for you to get closer. 

“I heard you’re staying with your cousin,” you began. 

“You shouldn’t have come back, Y/N,” Jacob warned. “You got out and I’m proud that you did.” 

“It’s not too late for you to do the same,” you commented. 

He shook his head, “I’m too deep in this shit.” You knew what that meant. You knew that his chances of getting out of this life were gone. “You really shouldn’t have come back, people know you’re staying with a cop. My cousin knows,” he began. 

Your heart began to race, “Why did you stop texting me back?” You asked. You had to ask before you left, you knew his cousin had beef with cops and anyone associated with them. 

“You left and well, I had to go with my cousin and that meant-” 

“I know,” you interrupted, not wanting to hear him say it. To hear him say that he stopped talking to you not just for your own good, but his as well. 

“You really should go,” he began to say. From the distance you could hear the roar of an engine, it caught Jacob’s attention. “Fuck,” he whispered. 

“Sounds like your cousin is back,” One of the other guys began to say. 

You looked over at Jessica, “we should go,” you said. 

Jessica opened her mouth to say something but was interrupted by the roar of the engine, a second later a car came into view and parked in the parking lot of the park. 

A guy came out of the car and began making his way over to the group, “So the rumors are true,” he began to say. “Jacob’s little girlfriend is back,” He smirked. 

“Hey, Frankie,” you said. 

“Is that all I get? Hey Frankie?” He scoffed before looking over at Jacob, “I need you to come with me,” he began as he glanced over at you, “and bring your little girlfriend.” 

“No, Frankie. You already know she liv-” 

“Did you just tell me no?” Frankie interrupted Jacob. “Do you not remember the last time I had to put you in your place?” Jacob clenched his fists, “or do you need a refresher?” 

“Fine,” Jacob grabbed a hold of your hand, “let’s go.” 

“Wait, what? I-I need to go home,” you pleaded. 

“No, no,” Frankie began, “you’re coming with us now.” 

You felt your anxiety rise within you, this is what Tamara had warned her about. This is what she was afraid of and now it was too late. 

“Jacob,” you whispered to him as soon as you stepped away from Frankie, “Where are we going?” 

“I don’t know,” he whispered. “I told you, you shouldn’t have come back.” 

You remained silent, the best thing you could do right now was to stay calm. 

Frankie drove the two of you two a house down the street, he led the two of you inside, “Dude, what the fuck, why did you bring us here?” 

“I told you I wanted to show the business,” Frankie said. 

“And you thought it was wise to bring her here?” Jacob commented. You looked around to see equipment you couldn’t recognize and powder inside blenders. You knew what was happening here wasn’t good at all, it was a lab of some sorts. A shitty one at that. 

“I want her to see what we’re doing, if she says anything then I know who ratted us out,” Frankie stated. 

Jacob shook his head, “that is the stupidest thing you have ever said. I swear you’ve lost it since you started using.” 

“What the fuck did you just say to me?” 

“Did you not hear yourself? You want her to purposely rat us out, for what? For us to lose everything?” 

Frankie pulled out a gun and aimed it at you, “So then should I just shoot her?” 

Your eyes widen, “What the fuck, Frankie!” Jacob exclaimed as he stood in front of you. You clung to Jacob’s arm, you could feel tears beginning to well up in your eyes. 

One of the guys from earlier came running in, “We got a problem.” 

Frankie sighed and put his gun back in his belt, “what?” 

“Enrique is here and I don’t think he wants to talk anymore.” 

Frankie looked at the man with anger in his eyes, “Stay here,” he told Jacob before walking out front. You pulled out your phone as soon as Frankie left. 

“What are you doing?” Jacob asked. 

“I-I was in over my head coming here,” You began as you looked for Tamara’s contact. 

Jacob rolled his eyes, “Calling your cop dad is just going to get me locked up,” He commented. 

“You wanted me to go, so now I’m calling my friend to get me the fuck out of here,” you stated. You heard a gunshot coming from outside, before you could even ask Jacob anything, he ran outside. You called Tamara, hoping she would pick up fast and that she wouldn’t say a word about this to Tim. 

“Y/N!” Tamara exclaimed. 

“Tamara,” you choked out, “I-I need your help.” 

Tamara face fell, “Where are you?” 

“I don’t know, we were at the old neighborhood and Frankie showed up and he-he’s on something and it looked like he wanted to show Jacob a-” Another gunshot rang outside, you jumped to the sound. You ran from your spot in the living room, you found a bathroom in the hallway. 

“What was that?” Tamara asked. 

You closed the door behind you, locking it before jumping inside the tub. “Please, help me.” 

“Okay, okay, stay on the phone. I’m gonna connect Lucy okay?” Tamara quickly added Lucy to the call. “Please pick up,” Tamara said to herself. 

“Tamara,” Lucy began, “you hear anything from Y/N?” 

“Lucy,” you said. 

“Y/N?” 

“Lucy, I added you to the call,” Tamara explained. 

Lucy quickly put the phone on speaker, Tim was quick to understand what was going on. 

“Y/N, Hon are you okay?” Tim asked. 

Just hearing his voice made you feel even more guilty, you felt the tears fall down your cheeks, “I’m sorry,” you choked out. 

“Y/N, honey, it’s okay, right now I need you to tell me if you’re okay, are you hurt in any way” Tim reassured. 

“N-No,” you stated. 

“Good, where are you?” 

“I-I don’t know. Some house in the old neighborhood.” 

“Y/N, do you think you can share your location with me?” Lucy suggested. 

You placed the phone on speaker as you went on your phone to share your location, “There,” you stated. 

“There it is,” Lucy said. 

“Let’s go,” Tim said as he placed the shop in drive. 

Another gunshot ranged through the air, “What was that?” Tamara asked. 

“That sounded like a gun,” Tim stated as he drove. 

You stayed on the phone with them until they had gotten there. You had hung up the phone once they arrived, You could hear the gunshots coming from outside, meaning that Lucy and Tim’s presence wasn’t welcomed. Sirens were coming from the distance, you felt a little at ease knowing that backup was coming. 

Still, you remained in the bathroom until it was safe. The shots subsided and you heard footsteps within the house. A few seconds later someone knocked on the door, “Y/N?” Tim called out. 

You quickly got up from your position in the bathtub and opened the door. Before Tim could even react, you had your arms wrapped around his torso, he let out a relieved sigh as he hugged you back. 

“I’m sorry,” you cried out. 

“It’s okay,” He said as he gently rubbed your back. “It’s alright, let’s just go home.” 

You agreed, following him outside. You looked around for Jacob, making eye contact with him as he sat inside one of the shops. Tim had noticed, he knew that you needed this closure with your past, “hey, roll down the window,” he told the officer who sat inside the shop. He did as he was told. 

Jacob stayed silent, “I guess this is goodbye,” you began to say. 

“Next time, stay out of this neighborhood,” he warned. You gave him a nod, “And if there is a next time, I probably won’t be as inviting.” 

Tim gestured for the cop to roll up the window, he knew you didn’t need to hear more. “There won’t be a next time,” you whispered as you walked away from the shop. 

“Y/n!” you heard Tamara call out. 

“Tamara!” You ran up to her, she engulfed you in a hug. “I’m sorry for everything I said.” 

“It’s the past now,” she said. “Let’s just forget about it,” she said as she let go of the hug. 

“Tamara is gonna take you home until my end of shit,” Tim stated. “We’ll talk then, alright?” 

You gave him a nod, following Tamara to her car. 

“If there is anything I learned today, it’s that the past is the past,” you said once you got in the car. “And you’re right, I’m not the same girl I was a year ago.” 

“We’re lucky,” Tamara began, “Not a lot of us get this opportunity in life and when we do, we do everything we can to not go back.” Tamara started the car. You knew that you wouldn’t come back to this life, but something within you was going to miss it. Miss the little moments of happiness that made you feel like you had a home, but now you had an actual home. It wasn’t the ideal home, but it was a home and you had someone who gave you a sense of family even if it wasn’t picture-perfect. 

[mxdimitrescu]

Shy Reunion

Synopsis: Blue is the twin of Dinah, a former member of Fifth Harmony, and was forced to attend to a reunion with Dinah.

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Lauren Jauregui x Blue Hansen

(Masterlist)

The quiet stillness of the room was abruptly shattered by the insistent ring of a phone, eliciting a groan from beneath the covers of the bed. Slowly, a hand emerged from the depths of the blankets, fumbling until it grasped the phone and brought it to an ear.

"Hello?" a rough, raspy voice mumbled.

"Blue, answer your damn door. Why the hell isn't your doorbell working? I've been knocking for the past 15 minutes," came the irritated voice on the other end.

Startled, Blue peeked out from under the covers, now noticing the persistent knocking in the living room.

'Huh, how did I not hear that?' she wondered.

"I'll be there in a moment," Blue huffed as she sat up in bed, ending the call and swinging her legs over the side of the bed. She grabbed a discarded black shirt from the floor and pulled it on before making her way to the front door.

Opening it revealed her sister, Dinah, standing on the other side.

"Blue Hansen! It's 2 in the afternoon and you're still in bed?" Dinah exclaimed, clearly bewildered.

Blue stepped aside to let Dinah in, closing the door behind her. "I've been up until like 4 working on my book," she explained with a yawn, rubbing her eyes tiredly.

Dinah hummed in understanding as she headed to the kitchen in search of food, while Blue retreated back to her room, slipping back under the cozy blankets. However, her brief respite was interrupted when Dinah barged into her room with a box of Oreos and flopped down on top of her, eliciting a groan of annoyance from Blue.

"What are you doing here?" Blue asked, slightly exasperated.

Dinah took a bite of her Oreo before replying, "Well, my dear twin, today is the Fifth Harmony reunion."

At the mention of the reunion, Blue's interest piqued. "You guys getting back together?" she inquired eagerly.

Dinah chuckled. "No, but we're getting together for old times' sake."

Disappointed by the news, Blue slumped back down. "Then why are you here? Shouldn't you be with the girls?"

Dinah's expression turned pleading. "Actually, can you come with me? I don't want to go by myself."

Blue hesitated for a moment, but Dinah's relentless bouncing on her back convinced her to relent.

"Fine," she finally relented.

Dinah cheered and quickly got Blue ready, instructing her to shower and providing her with an outfit. After a quick shower, Blue emerged from her room dressed in the clothes Dinah had laid out for her—a pair of dark green overalls, a faded black Guns N' Roses shirt, and black Converse shoes. She glanced at herself in the mirror, adjusted her black cap, and nodded in approval before joining Dinah in the living room.

Together, they headed out to Blue's car, a 2024 Jeep Wrangler, and set off to meet the girls at a diner, singing along to their favorite tunes along the way.

Meanwhile, at the diner, Lauren, Ally, and Normani were catching up after five years of hiatus. As they chatted, they were interrupted by the sound of music outside. Peering through the window, they saw a jeep pull into the parking lot, blaring their song "Kings & Queens." To their surprise, Dinah emerged from the vehicle, waving excitedly as she entered the diner.

"Dinah, you really know how to make an entrance," Lauren teased, earning a laugh from Dinah.

"Yeah, blame it on Blue. She insisted on finishing the song," Dinah explained, shrugging as they settled back into their booth.

"Blue?" Ally inquired, her curiosity piqued.

Before Dinah could respond, another voice chimed in, causing Lauren's jaw to drop slightly.

Standing before them was a striking figure—tall, with tan skin, hazel eyes, and a muscular build that was hard to miss. Lauren couldn't help but notice how attractive she was.

"Sorry, I got carried away wanting to see everyone," Dinah apologized sheepishly, drawing attention to the newcomer.

So, this was Blue. Lauren's mind raced with questions—was she Dinah's girlfriend?

Quickly recovering, Dinah introduced her. "Guys, meet my twin, Blue!"

Twin? Lauren's confusion only grew. How had they never heard of her before?

Blue seemed shy, offering a timid wave and a simple greeting. Lauren exchanged glances with Normani and Ally, all equally puzzled by the newcomer.

"How have we never met Blue before?" Ally asked, echoing Lauren's thoughts.

Dinah explained, "She was always traveling whenever you guys were around."

As Blue joined them at the table, the conversation shifted to her work. Normani inquired about her occupation, prompting Blue to reveal she was a writer.

"She's an author, with several published books," Dinah proudly announced, prompting a blush from Blue.

"Any books I might have read?" Ally inquired eagerly, her eyes lighting up with interest.

"The Chronicles of Mythology series," Dinah responded, her words causing Lauren's eyes to widen in surprise.

Ally's eyes widened in recognition. "The Chronicles of Mythology series? I love that!"

"I love that series!" Lauren exclaimed with a wide smile, earning a quizzical eyebrow raise from Blue.

With hope in her voice, Lauren added, "I hope, if you don't mind, signing my books one day?"

Blue, clearly growing more comfortable, nodded warmly. "Of course, anything for my fans. Bring your books next time, and I'll sign them."

She couldn't contain her excitement—Lauren squealed with delight, realizing her favorite author was sitting right next to her. Glancing at Dinah, who seemed puzzled by Lauren reaction, she shot her a glare.

"What did I do?" Dinah asked, genuinely bewildered.

"You knew I love that series and knew she wrote it," Lauren huffed, turning to face Blue. With a mischievous wink, she silently communicated her amusement, causing Blue to stifle her laughter.

As the conversation with Blue flowed effortlessly, Lauren found herself completely engrossed in her company. While the other girls chatted amongst themselves, Lauren couldn't help but be drawn to this captivating woman.

"And then Dinah, being the crackhead she is, ran through the living room and straight into the sliding glass door and fell down. She couldn't tell that the sliding door was there," Blue recounted with a laugh, triggering Lauren's laughter.

"That sounds like Dinah, for sure," She chuckled, shaking her head at the mental image.

Their private moment was interrupted by a voice breaking through the comfortable atmosphere. "Hey Blue, Lauren, it's getting late, we should head home."

They both frowned as they glanced at the time, and Lauren was shocked to see it was already 6 o'clock.

Blue and Lauren had been so engrossed in their conversation that time had flown by without them even realizing it. But Lauren didn't want it to end.

Softly, Lauren frowned, her gaze dropping to the floor until a hand gently lifted my chin. She looked up to meet Blue's eyes, her smile instantly warming her heart.

"Can I have your number? I want to continue our conversation, I really enjoyed it," Blue asked shyly.

Lauren couldn't help but smile widely, nodding in agreement. She retrieved my phone, and so did she, and we exchanged them. Lauren added herself as "Lauren💚" in her phone before handing it back. When she returned my phone, Lauren couldn't help but chuckle at the contact name she'd chosen for herself—"Fav Author📖".

As they all stood up from their seats, they shared hugs and promises to keep in touch and meet up whenever they could. Ally and Normani headed off to their cars, leaving Dinah, Blue, and Lauren behind. Despite wanting to stay, she couldn't help but frown at the thought of leaving Blue's side.

Noticing Lauren's reluctance to leave, Dinah chimed in, "Hey Lauser, Blue lives here, like 15 minutes from here. Y'all can hang out whenever."

Lauren smiled at the thought, glancing up at Blue, who was already looking down at her.

"I don't mind. We should hang out whenever."

Nodding in agreement, Lauren hugged Blue tightly, feeling the warmth of Blue's muscles beneath her clothing as they embraced. Their hug lingered until Dinah's cough broke the moment, leaving Blue blushing as Lauren pulled away.

Giving Dinah a playful glare, Lauren waved at the twins before turning to Blue. "I'll text you later?" She asked, met with a soft nod and a smile from Blue.

As Lauren climbed into her car and drove away, she caught sight of Blue punching Dinah's arm playfully, both of them blushing. With a smile, Lauren left the diner parking lot, already looking forward to seeing Blue again.

[persephoneyss]

Doomeds.

Pairing: Min Yoongi x f! Reader. Ft. Bts.

Genre: Yandere, dark themes, anguish, suspense.

Summary: ❝We are doomeds, wandering in eternal suffering.❞

Warnings: Yandere behavior, obsession, stalking / stalking on cameras, humiliation, unspecified forced marriage, n*n-c*n explicit sexual relations (on the reader), abuse of power, implicit murder, drug use, kidnapping, hitting, manipulation, dating previous trauma, alcoholism and depression (in Yoongi), accusations of infidelity, dub-con (in Yoongi's case), the reader is in school but is of legal age, death threats, really strange facts. Possibly this would qualify as dark fantasy since everything is so unrealistic.

Number of words: 10,000+

︙Author's note: *sighs* This is the longest fic I've ever written, and I honestly don't know how it turned out because I didn't read it twice like I always do before publishing it. But my beautiful baby helped me correct, I hope you enjoy it and please read the warnings well, I do not want lawsuits. Thanks for being here!

(Sorry for any mistakes, my first language is not English and I am not fluent either.)

Puedes leer este fic y más aquí en español.

If they ever had to ask the reality of events it would be ... Unbelievable. Thinking of how just a simple action changes everything in an already established and perfect environment.

A life.

Your minutes, hours and days were the same under your criteria and eyesight, you study in the mornings, you work in the afternoons and you attend to your homework at night. It was a good routine that used to be repetitive at times, it was fun to follow, even more so in your part-time job.

You could meet many people working in one of the best cafes in the city, your classmate insisted too many times that you work with her saying that could recommend you and you should not even pass a test, they would only accept you for her.

It was a good opportunity and you accepted it with a smile, although she was long gone from work, you were still grateful for the good salary and health insurance that they gave you every month.

"An American coffee with a spoon of sugar and a green tea cake with cream on top." Your mouth and hand move in sync, the client nods silently. You smile, pointing out other details before asking what name you would give the order.

With a sigh, he name came out like a gust of light wind. "Min... Min Yoongi."

You write his name on the screen, the little receipt paper comes out of the machine. You hand it to him by brushing his hand with yours, strangely cold and pale. A chill runs through you but you ignore it, continuing with your work.

"Good Morning _____!" One of the employees greets you kindly, you correspond still concentrated on serving the mysterious stranger's coffee. "Do you have a request for me?"

"Oh, uh... Yeah, this is for table four."

Yun smiles taking the tray with Yoongi's coffee and cake, arriving at his table. The man's expression can be dazzled even under his black mask that covers half of his face, his eyes look for you before colliding with you. YYou refuse to play along, continuing with your work, you had a lot to do and wasting time flirting wouldn't really help you make money.

However, it became pointless trying to ignore him when he kept coming back day after day. Week after week. Tormenting your head, Yoongi was not the first nor the last handsome man you would see coming often, your work establishment was literally in a strategic area and not cheap, you knew that many men and women with money frequented them to drink a coffee or eat some delicacy, even sometimes they only came in to sit for a few hours attending to their affairs over the phone.

It was fine, it was comfortable. You weren't expecting too much, sitting behind a counter, always having to fake a smile despite being tired.

Perhaps it was the constant visits that led you to start a conversation with him. You had about an hour of rest, you prefer to spend those few moments sitting in front of the window of the premises eating any cake that was a few days before expiring to avoid paying for consumption, you felt comfortable in that place that seemed so far from all the other clients.

Until his voice interrupted once, he seemed as calm as ever. His gaze lost from you elsewhere avoiding making contact with you, nervous apparently. His rough and austere tone was changed to a bolder and lower one, asking if he could sit next to you for a few minutes.

"Sure, sit down... he's not busy." It was your answer without having any problem in sharing your place so secret, so comfortable. It was still just as safe even with him present.

And in much the same way, everything became a silent routine. You heeded his order, you took your rest next to him and then you both left at one point. The talks became more common, he being the first to ask about such insignificant things as the rise in the market in the country and how prices should start to rise in coffee as well.

You laughed, you really did it by getting his attention and sharing your reaction.

They both started laughing at how strange it all started, and it was always the perfect anecdote to tell their friends about how they met.

Everything was perfect, like a painting by a great artist, what you would see would be beautiful and cheerful colors, adorning both of you possibly holding hands with a smile and a loving expression from the man who was now your partner. Her pale skin and angelic face represented on beautiful thin paper, presented to the world as a painting that reflected a symbol of love between two souls met in a casual cafe and who wanted each other so much. Too much.

Yoongi was the clear representation of an ethereal person, casual and elegant, polite and kind, protective but not possessive. Simply to the target.

Your routine didn't change much after starting your relationship, you kept walking to your school in the mornings, you attended the cafeteria in the afternoons and you rested at night. Perhaps the only significant thing that you would get out of your boring schedule was your boyfriend's proposal about moving with him to the house of his best friend, almost a brother as he described it, and avoiding paying for your little apartment. You had made one and a thousand excuses, making Yoongi shut them all up.

"Jin is my brother, he would never take advantage of us. I already mentioned the proposal, about you... I have been living there for a few weeks, I assure you that you will be like family."

Family?

Your face relaxed for a few seconds, you had abandoned that feeling and sensation long ago since you moved from your home in your native country. Your mother used to call you every night but little by little that habit was lost, she also had her own problems and being aware of you as if you were a child was ridiculous.

"It's fine." It was your final decision, nervously you moved your hands in the air explaining what you would not accept.

Do not invade your privacy.

You had spent days thinking about how to introduce yourself to them, because apparently there would be more than just Jin, Yoongi and you in that house. Your things were scattered in boxes, you stood in the middle of the almost empty room still nervous about meeting new people and friends of your boyfriend.

That they were now family. Literally family.

The moving truck was parked in front of a large house, it had two stories and an incredibly large garden. More like a forest than an ordinary garden, you got out of the car trying to clean your clothes as much as possible and look presentable. Although it was difficult when your whole body was covered in dust after lifting the boxes.

"I'm not ready, Yoon." You say, containing your anxiety that vibrates to the surface of the skin within you.

Her hand gently brushed your cheek, giving you a bit of reassurance. "You look beautiful, they will accept you anyway." Her lips came up to yours, giving you a quick and soft kiss. "I just remember that I love you, and I know all my brothers will too because you are perfect."

You thanked the little compliment in a whisper, the door of the house opened just after the two of them left, you automatically showed a friendly smile approaching the first person to leave. He was a tall and rather handsome man, he seemed very well dressed to be indoors on a Sunday, more like he was going out to an important business meeting. He looked flawless and elegant.

"The suit was not necessary, Nam!" Shouted your boyfriend behind you mocking, the man laughed showing all the charm of him to your eyes.

"I'm Namjoon, Yoongi's friend. Nice to meet you... _____, right?"

"Yes, it's me. Sorry to see me so disastrous, it was a tiring day with the move."

Namjoon seemed like a very nice and incredibly understanding guy, his presence made you want to meet your boyfriend's other friends. You opened the door entering the house after Yoongi asked you to find your room to start carrying the other things, Namjoon stayed behind to help him, leaving you alone on your unknown route. You walk all over the place and you are surprised that you only walked through the living room, your eyes straying to a noise in the kitchen.

Curious.

You ignore it, continuing your way up, you read every name on the doors. Jin, Namjoon, Yoongi, Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook. All written brilliantly on each different door, you walk a few steps to one that says your name and you thank it with a sigh.

You weren't surprised by how big it was, everything inside that place seemed to be exorbitant and out of the ordinary.

"Oh, it must be you." You are surprised to hear a voice behind you, you turn around in fear before remaining calm. You recognized her face from a photo Yoongi had on her phone.

"Jimin?" You ask with fear of being wrong.

"It's me, it's nice to finally meet you. Jin-hyung said you're moving in a few days, I didn't think it would be so soon." His voice seemed to be calm but there was a hidden question. Why? Why were you there?

You take a few uncomfortable steps back. "It really was, but ... I thought it would be better to do it today that I don't have classes, plus Yoongi doesn't work this day and it seemed like the right thing to do. I'm sorry if bother you."

"No you don't. it's okay, Welcome." With that one simple word he left.

You thought you would have a longer talk with him but you weren't expecting too much, they didn't even know each other and you plan to chat with him like they were old acquaintances. Well, naive.

It seemed strange to you that no one else showed up in the whole house, even when you were uploading the last boxes of the move no one seemed to be a little curious to meet you. Aside from the already friendly Namjoon and the reserved Jimin.

"Yoon" You get his attention, he smiles at you taking the sheets out of your suitcase and making your makeshift bed ready for the night. "Do your friends work today?"

"I guess so, they really don't spend a lot of time together or at home." Explain without noticing your downcast face. You nod, putting the issue aside and concentrating your eyes on arranging your clothes. "Hey... Okay, you can meet them all at dinner today."

Your chest clenches in anguish, "Dinner?!"

"Yes, darling. It's the only time they meet all day, when Jin-hyung cooks for us especially on days like these where we have pleasant surprises."

You purse your lips annoyed, Yoongi smiles kissing your forehead so carefully and lovingly that it melts your senses. The mere presence of him made you want to continue with him forever, you relax for a few seconds hugging his body in silence. They both stay like this, with nothing to say but telling each other everything at the same time.

The thought of ever letting go scares you.

You wait several hours, still sitting in the same place where Yoongi left you. You should be presentable for dinner, you take a quick shower before running to change into a nice comfortable dress, you try not to overdo it but also not show disinterest. From the stairs you hear everyone's mixed voices, chatting animatedly.

"Honey, come here." Yoongi watches you, being the only one to notice that you were peeking in the shadows still unsure of interrupting.

You say hello by walking a few steps until you reach your boyfriend's side, you present yourself the best you can. Everyone falls silent, Namjoon smiles at you just like he did before. Jin interrupts the moment where no one seemed to have anything to say about you, or if he wants to want to introduce himself.

"Today we have a special guest, the dear girlfriend of our brother. I introduce myself, I am Jin the official cook of this family." His body bends down with an exaggeratedly long bow, proud of his words. Jimin rolls his eyes, while his other siblings just choose to tease. "On Yoongi's orders we made her favorite dish, so I don't want any complaints of any kind about the food. I'm looking at you Jungkook."

You are surprised how well everything is going, you feel praised when your favorite food is in front of you. She looked just as elegant, as if you were eating in a five-star restaurant and at a luxurious table with silk tablecloths.

Jungkook still stayed away from the talks, preferring to eat quietly and fiddle with his phone. Hoseok was more animated, asking about you and exaggerating anecdotes that happened with his childhood friends. He moved you that he will still remember all that after years. Namjoon vaguely drew your attention with book recommendations when you commented on your love of reading, Jin quietly continued eating in complete tranquility, Jimin thanked the food and just left.

Taehyung... He seemed interesting to you, he was looking at you all the time with narrowed eyes and when Jimin got up and walked away, he followed closely with a small and almost hidden smile.

You had a strange feeling inside what they called home.

"I-I... I need to use the bathroom." You say goodbye by wiping your lips with a napkin before quickly walking behind them both. Something attracted you to want to know more, as if they were leaving clues knowing that curiosity killed the cat and that you wanted to be the one.

Your steps were quiet, even more so when you tried not to be noticed . You went upstairs listening to their voices whispering and then... An obscene moan was clearly heard, Jimin seemed to laugh in the air.

Your hands shook thinking of opening the door and seeing what was happening. And without knowing it, you had fallen into the same network of attraction as them.

You curse yourself biting your tongue and cheek until they bleed, sure that you were going to make a big and heavy mistake. Minutes later you are going down the stairs back to the table but no one is waiting for you anymore, the table was just as spotless and clean. You are pleasantly surprised to learn that they don't treat you like a guest and that they don't wait too long for you. Maybe they had things to do, however you feel a chill when silence comes.

Where were?

You look around the yard, but no one is outside. Neither in the kitchen and less in the room where you had already walked twice. You catch the sound of drums in your ears rumbling loudly, you close your eyes in a daze for a few seconds until in an instant it goes away, and then everything comes back to itself. You hear their voices upstairs, chatting animatedly for the second time.

"Where were you sweetie? Are you okay?"

You nod still confused. How did they... When was that... You were really fine? You refuse to fall into paranoia and lie down next to Yoongi, as they continue their conversation with each other. Your head keeps spinning with the fresh memories you have, but they seem to disappear second by second and it scares you, you open your eyes without wanting to fall asleep yet but it is as difficult as breathing.

You fall into the dark abyss of sleep, feeling the same chill.

Your gaze is lost in the gray sky, you are cold and your body is swaying. Your eyes move restlessly observing that you are under the snow and a person holds you in his arms through the forest, walking at a slow and safe pace.

It's fine. Are you okay.

Wake up. Yoongi greets you from the door of your now room, you try to regulate your breathing thinking that he would notice your overwhelmed state and he would worry, but no. He is as calm as ever, relaxed even.

"Good morning beautiful, it's time for breakfast. Jin-hyung made your favorite." And with that last sentence she is shifting away, closing the door behind he.

You go down the stairs ready to go, your backpack resting on your shoulder. The table is just as full as at dinner, Jimin seemed very tired trying not to fall asleep, you watch him for a few seconds before looking at Taehyung who ignores you taking his cup of ... Coffee. You approach making him recoil alarmed and disgusted, you check the cup realizing that it is the same recipe that you use in the cafeteria.

Like them?

You look up noticing that, you were uncomfortable, Taehyung takes a few steps away from your body almost leaning against his, still sitting in his chair. You apologize to him making me sigh irritated, still ashamed you apologize again without eating or serving anything, just leaving through the front door.

Your journey is reflective. You forget, dream and recognize, that was the pattern you were following, everything seemed so strange and deep down gloomy, you feel the already casual chill running through your entire body almost like a warning.

Your seat in class was empty waiting, ready for you. Ari greets you, being your table companion and friend.

"Hey, intense night?" She jokes, you look shaking his head. She laughs pointing your neck. "You have... something there."

She frowns even more confused, her face leaves her smile aside and she starts looking at her things until she takes out a small mirror and she hands it to you. You look with horror at a large red bruise painting on your skin, it seemed painful but you had not even noticed or felt it. You touch it still scared and nothing, it doesn't hurt or it seems real.

You take a deep breath before lying with silly chatter, "I had an accident, but I'm fine. I had forgotten I was there, it was nothing serious."

Ari seems worried but in the end she forgets it by returning to the same kind and joking attitude of her, but her gaze drops from second by second to your neck making you cover yourself uncomfortable. Who? It can't be Yoongi, he was always very calm in that regard. You think terrified, your hand goes up to touch it and this time you manage to feel a sharp pain.

You have to cover it with the collar of your shirt so that no customer will notice it and avoid staining the reputation of the cafeteria, you smile nervously taking orders as fast as you can and avoiding looks. Yun greets you like every day, arriving at his work time. You spend hours begging for the clock to advance faster, the night sky appears and the doors close, you clear the last counter before you can finally show your neck again and breathe.

"That's a big problem." Yun whispers looking at the horrible mark, you nod with a sigh giving the same stupid excuse you told Ari. "You should use a little makeup to cover it up, I think it will help you a lot."

You think about it for a few seconds before deciding what you would do. You bow to him with a bow after he offered to close in your place and finish the remaining work for you.

You come home with a smile, you greet Namjoon who is reclining on the couch in the living room watching something on TV. You wait a few seconds but you do not receive a small or accidental look, you approach a few steps to repeat it again but you only get him to get up and go upstairs closing the door of his room apparently with a door slam. What the hell? You think covering your face with your hands looking for some comfort.

Everything was happening inside you, it was like a whirlpool sweeping away your sanity. Were you going crazy? Or you were just thinking a lot about nothing.

You try to draw a picture of your situation, but the only thing that repeats is the constant painting of Yoongi and you together.

"Yoongi!" You say to yourself with a smile, you drop your backpack running towards his room, wanting to see him after such a day.

Your hopes fade like air, everything within the space him screams 'he', but he is not there. You check the safe time that he should be home at that moment. You hear Jin's voice screaming from below about dinner ready, you sigh losing your appetite at those moments.

You lie on your bed checking your cell phone in case there was a message from Yoongi warning about he delay but nothing. You feel empty for some strange reason, but there was nothing different about it now.

If I had been more attentive and conscientious, you would have noticed that two more people other than Yoongi and you were missing from the table. Jin smiles sitting in his same place leaving your plate not caring without you being there with them, his smile never fades even when all his brothers are sitting silently eating and looking at your empty place so intensely that it was terrifying, he squeezes the cutlery in his hand without wanting to break the tradition in his family.

Dinners are sacred and no one should be missing. There will be no discussions or complaints, that's what the rest of the time is for.

That was what her mother said, sitting at the table in her old home containing her anger at seeing her husband so calm after having been unfaithful once more. Not on the table, not on the table.

Not on the table, honey.

Jimin opened the last bottle with a little satisfaction, poured another glass before handing it to his friend who was only glaring at the ground.

"She's not like that... I know her." Repeating the same stupid prayer for hours, Taehyung rolled his eyes trying to calm his annoyance, looking at his other friend insisting that he help him.

"Yoongi-hyung you saw it yourself, she had that... That mark. you didn't do it, maybe Tae is right and she-..."

"Not!" I scream interrupting what to him were lies. "_____ she's my girlfriend, she's not like that. I know her ... she loves me! She loves me! Do you understand?" Says exalted, holding the shirt of his friend who closed his mouth immediately, Jimin noticed that same reflection of anger in him and knew it was better to leave it for now.

Taehyung pushed the drunk Yoongi away from his side, making him release him and repeat the same phrase as in his state, he tried to believe himself.

The door to your room was opened and the smell of alcohol invaded you, making you look disgusted. You closed your eyes without wanting to see him, his body fell to the side of your bed approaching your body so slowly that the anxiety inside you doubled.

"I'm sorry..." He whispered.

His hands rested around you, giving you that warmth so familiar and comfortable in your gray days. A sob was heard while you lost yourself in your own thought, you watch it melt into your arms crying and without wanting to tell you why.

"It hurts." It's the only thing it says. But... Why?

You wake up. Just like a week ago, days had passed and it seemed like your skin kept accumulating horrible marks all over the place. You even went to consult a doctor but he only insisted that something... Or someone did them with such fury that it was incredible that a piece of skin will not be torn off by the force of his suction.

You touched the last mark that came, it was dangerously close to your crotch, you try to hide the others with makeup but they were still visible at a short distance.

You went down the stairs to see them all again, you greet with regret taking the first thing you find. Your mug had your name written on it, it was a rather curious gift from Jin after your melancholic night with Yoongi days ago, he apologized explaining that he felt bad after hearing all the sobs and apologies. For a moment you thought it was something exaggerated but he kept insisting that he felt bad about himself, not with Yoongi who was almost his brother or with you, with him.

You accepted it without wanting to show your dislike for his selfishness and narcissism, thanking him so softly that he hardly heard you.

The special drink that morning was coffee... Americano. You felt insecure to drink it, and you just put it aside.

Same recipe.

Yoongi looked at you for a few seconds before smiling fondly, and you just looked away, leaving him with a confused face as you walk out the door so quickly that he can hardly feel you.

He sighed before being drawn to Jimin's grin-adorned face, he shrugged, hinting at his silent opinion. She is not faithful to you Yoongi, why do you keep waiting for something good? Only looks at her body, her attitude and who she surrounds herself with, it is a classic of womens. You will know that she is a fox hidden under her sheepsuit, just observing her more and you never leave her.

The marks on your body, your cold attitude made him more and more suspicious and fall for Taehyung's profound words. She bit his lip, refusing to spy on your life away from him... Out of his sight.

But he really wasn't doing anything wrong, just observing. In his now dirty head, everything was valid if he could know the truth.

You did the same thing you always told him on his nights where they stayed up talking about his heavy days. You went to school, to work, and then home. Nothing changed your version.

I try to focus on your friends, there was only one girl you spent more time with in your classes and after them. He researched everything about his life, but he had nothing to worry about after learning that he had a boyfriend. He passed your work, standing outside for hours waiting to see you do something dirty or guilty, but you never seemed to move.

You just served the orders and then kindly said goodbye to the customers. He felt guilty for doing something so low to you, until he saw you.

To you.

Your smile grew when one of the workers who was your partner approached your place in the box to whisper something in your ear, you left your place following him towards the warehouse.

Anger consumed him quickly, refusing to continue standing there observing the obvious, possibly he was being irrational and he knew it but the constant insinuations of Jimin. The conversations with Taehyung, his words, his suspicions, the pleased looks from they when he fell back at his feet asking them to tell him what to do with you.

With his damn relationship.

Where were you and him. Not them. You and he.

He opened the door to your room and started going through your things like a degenerate, something must have made him sure that you were cheating on him. Something, a letter, a note, a gift from him, or a simple cheap jewel.

This was your Yoongi? You were clearly looking at another subject.

"Yoon..." You started, his eyes coldly piercing you. He looked different, he was looking at you but you didn't feel safe being so close. "What are you doing?"

"What do you think I do?" He asked how else he will not point to the obvious, for a moment you thought that even if it was, out of respect or dignity, he would try to deny it or find another explanation for his actions so offensive to you. "Where is?"

"Where is what?" You claim, starting to get angry, his eyes leave you again as he continues searching through your drawers, dropping everything to the floor with thudding noises. You get closer trying to push it away but you only get rejection. "Stop it, Yoongi."

"Not until you say so."

You freeze without knowing what he meant by the latter, you take his arm to stop him but you only receive a push that makes you back away this time scared by the force of his attack. "Enough!" You claim this time by making him look at you with his cold eyes. "I don't know what you're talking about and why you're doing this, but enough."

"Then say it..." You shout again that you don't know what he wants you to say, you even curse furiously making him come closer to support your shoulders with his hands bringing you closer to his face. "Say it damn it! Say you're cheating on me with that bastard son of a bitch!"

You feel the pain of his grip, you sob, begging him to release you but are ignored as he continues to ask you to say so. You refuse to lie, especially with something so degrading.

Jin hears the screams as he continues serving the dinner desserts, Jungkook strangely puts aside his phone for a few minutes to thank him with a small toast and a smile that was rarely seen on him.

"The dessert tonight is sweeter than usual."

Jimin raises his glass with a bright smile, Namjoon adjusts his tie tied perfectly around his neck as he sips from his glass, Hoseok laughs eating the delicious cake with enthusiasm.

Curious, a green tea cake with cream on top.

"It's a shame Yoongi-hyung misses out on dessert." Taehyung speaks pretending a pout on his lips, playing with his spoon with the cream on her plate. "It is especially exquisite today."

"Stop playing already, when will you do it? I'm looking forward to getting started." Jin snaps angrily, pushing the cake out of her sight as he drinks from her wine glass.

Jungkook laughs, turning his phone back on to continue playing as usual. "So impatient, hyung." He says he with a click of annoyance.

Jin rolls his eyes, following her gaze to Jimin who is innocently cowering in her chair. Ignoring how completely obsessed Jungkook is with his games, it really was not his business,for something his youngest friend had his parents, who were too busy with their work, they ran the largest electronics factory in the country, leaving his son in the background just giving him everything he asked for without objection. Always showing a smile when little Jungkook came before them demanding a new console or the best phone.

"It only remains to wait..." Whispering, he released a patient Hoseok. His smile as charming as ever. "For her to decide what to do and then... Plot! She fell into the wrong well."

"I hate when you describe and talk like that, but I can't expect much from a Jung... like you."

However, Hoseok never stops smiling even when anger is consuming his mind causing him to clench his fists under the table and bite his tongue inside his mouth, hidden by his gleaming and visible teeth. Namjoon smiles at her, knowing that she managed to provoke him but that she won't do anything to shut him up.

"Pathetic."

Motherfucker.

Jin breaks the tense silence, shushing everyone with a snap. That silence. Nobody hears anything from you or Yoongi, for a moment they feel the anguish that something bad has happened or that his friend has lost a bit ... The hand. But just seconds later you're rushing down, wearing the same clothes and your face covered in tears. You don't even look at them when you run to the door, leaving a trail of emptiness behind you.

"Hm, intense." This is Jungkook speaking, his eyes still lost on the phone screen of him playing a silly online championship. "She will be fine after hours."

"Jungkook is right, now we must move with Yoongi."

Namjoon gets up walking to your room, surprised that everything seems almost the same as it was before their fight.

He smiles when he manages to see his friend laying on the floor sobbing, and like that children's book called Pinocchio, he feels good being that cricket-shaped voice of reason. Only this time that sweet and serene voice, released one and a thousand blasphemies that would contaminate even the most devout by his beliefs.

He managed to convince Yoongi's easy to manipulate mind, blurting out words almost like a song. Playing with the naive self of hes that still lived and breathes inside him.

You had come home after days of spending with Ari and her boyfriend away from him. You really didn't want to set foot in that house again in years, a small irrational part of you believed that it was all his fault, your real problems started when you set foot in that damn place.

You open the door observing the room in the same way, empty. You try not to make yourself feel ready to go to sleep, without having been able to do it in days, but now you doubted that it would be different here.

You remain static in view of everyone, you had forgotten that at that time they were having dinner together. They only met once a day and it had to be right there.

"Good evening, sorry to interrupt." You ignoring Yoongi's gaze that, he's trying not to get too excited about your return, even though she causes he to euphoric whirl. "Carry on, I'll just go to my room."

"Please no, sit with us."

"I'm not well."

"I insist, sit with us. They were difficult days but I know they can fix it." Jin puts a plate in front of one of the empty chairs, you refuse to sit down but you do it out of compromise.

Everyone seems to be exclusively quiet, dinner was gray, like a black and white painting. Remember the first dinner, where everyone seemed to have so much to say and now that was left behind, Jungkook continues to play with his phone sometimes moving his plate by accident, without touching a single silverware with the intention of eating. Jin eats in peace, so slowly that he is strange. Namjoon reads a book in his hand, eating so cleanly that it's amazing.

Hoseok looks at you playfully from time to time, with a smile that almost makes you smile the same. Jimin and Taehyung seem to communicate silently, they both look at each other with slight grimaces and smiles.

"We can talk?" Yoongi whispers, you feel her breath next to you and instinctively you walk away scared. Still hurt by her actions and attitude, you give your vow of silence by standing up and without saying goodbye, you walk up the stairs.

"How rude." Jungkook interrupts, keeping an eye on his screen lighting up his beautiful face. "He didn't even taste the food."

Yoongi looks at Jin, her oldest friend and the one she trusted the most, seeking some advice. But just gets the same treatment as always, a look insisting that go with you and try to fix her mistake.

However, it was late. You had packed a makeshift suitcase by going down as quietly as you could, exiting through the back door like a thief or a fugitive.

You spent days thinking about your cowardly way of running away, but in the same way you felt better and even more so when you did not receive any message from him. Maybe it wasn't that important to him, it hurt but it also relieved you.

You knew it would be awkward to see him in the face again, but you should go back and get your things over with as soon as possible. You naively thought of forming a friendship, a very distant one, but in the end it would be the healthiest thing for both of you.

"______?" Asked the person who opened the door after you barely managed to ring the bell due to nerves, he was clearly confused.

"W-good morning ... Jin." You greet by taking a few steps back to get a better look at it, you had forgotten how tall it was. "Sorry to bother I just wanted to -..."

"Talk to Yoongi? I'm sorry but he's already better without you, he even met someone new." You were surprised by his austere, sour tone and trying to intimidate you. "And you better go, you are not welcome here."

"No ... No, I-I came for my things but I'm glad to know that it's better now, and that ..." The words stayed in your mouth, almost as if it hurt to admit it. "I was able to find someone, I hope we can be friends. Also with you, I'm sorry I left without explaining or saying goodbye properly."

You waited what seemed like ages for her response, and you expected more than a simple nod of the head, letting you pass without a hitch. You searched your room quickly, trying not to have any contact with any of them for now. You opened the door that had your name on it but you were scared by what you found inside, the whole room had been painted blood red, a very dark color that managed to give you such familiar chills.

"What is this? Where are my things?!" You turned around ready to go and claim but the door closed behind you with a stormy noise. You ran to try to open it but it did not move an inch, you searched the whole room for something useful to help you but it was completely empty, and alone.

You sobbed in fear, not understanding what was happening and why it seemed that the walls were getting narrower every second. You fell to the ground, trying to stay calm and without losing your goal, hours and even days passed for you, you waited to hear at least one noise but everything was so quiet that you had to avoid going crazy, you played with your hands trying to distract yourself and think positive things, you had read many books about stressful situations to know that thinking a lot about those things caused even more stress, you lie on the floor sure that a nap will calm everything down, if it was a nightmare you wanted to wake up and if not , you wanted to dream that it was.

A lock, you hear that particular noise and you wake up. You open your eyes as fast as you can lifting your body, the door was slightly open as if someone was exiting. You scream for help but it closes, you fall back into sadness and despair screaming even more for your freedom.

You didn't deserve this.

You look with regret at the delicious food they left for you, for a moment you think about going on a hunger strike but your stomach demands you not to be so stupid. The same would not change anything. Regardless of manners, you eat as fast as you can, dropping quite a bit of food on the ground in your rush.

It had an exquisite taste, and you could recognize it everywhere. It was one of your favorite dishes, you felt disgusted to compare it to your mother's food, but as magnificent as it was, it reminded you so much of her.

You wait for something to happen, but minutes go by in which you just look at nothing, letting your head fly. Thinking of a thousand things, playing with the spoon and singing in a low voice.

You feel hot from one moment to the next, your vision becomes cloudy and the door opens again. You just stay in the same place, you don't care about anything, not even how they hold you by helping you walk into another room.

"You were right, she is very calm now."

You look at him, their faces so familiar and you try to place them, but your head is flying away at that moment. You close your eyes laughing, and drifting into unconsciousness.

You wake up. You open your eyes and you are tied, you struggle with the ropes that hold your arms while the bed below you makes your body bounce. You touch the sheets realizing that they are extremely soft, you are in an unfamiliar room surrounded by scarlet red, with elegant and shimmering decorations. You try to stand up but your legs, like your hands, are tied.

And you're still quiet because of the rag in your mouth.

You fight the bindings furiously, screaming into the cloth as much as you can get sick of being locked up again.

You think of Yoongi, although at that moment it was irrelevant you wonder where she is and if she knew that she was being kidnapped in such a way, would she help you at least? Resignation covers you completely, fighting the bonds again with such force that you feel like they burn your skin every time you move.

You sob, just as he did one fall day.

Yoongi watches you from the monitor in another room, Jin is talking to Namjoon to the side while Jungkook is still sitting in a corner entertaining on her phone. Jimin, Taehyung, and Hoseok seem reluctant to look at each other despite facing each other.

Remember the day, the one in the past, when he met them. Jimin and Taehyung were already friends playing in one of the children's castles, with their hands pretending to be weapons as they ran around. Hoseok was sitting next to his mother, talking and apparently they had a lot to say. Namjoon did not detach from the side of his father who urged him to go up to the games, while Jin was busy collecting Flowers in a basket that his grandmother was holding.

They were all strangers and even more so he, felt out of place surrounded by so many games and away from home. His parents had freed up a whole day to spend together in a decent park, it was several hours of travel from Daegu to Seoul only for his son to play in a beautiful park surrounded by luxurious buildings.

He dropped down next to her mother, hugging her without wanting to let her go.

"Min Yoongi, we didn't take this trip just for you to sit there all day, son."

"I'm scared..." he whispered, biting her lip and hiding her face in the neck of his beloved mother.

"I see... but the games look so much fun. Run and try them, love."

He nodded still uneasy, walking over to one of the swings where he sat rocking so slowly that he seemed still. He felt hands pushing his body from behind, scared he looked at the boy behind him, he had a smile on his face and waved him with a hand.

"Sorry, I thought you needed to be pushed." He spoke and did not seem at all nervous.

"I'm fine, but thank you..." There was a momentary silence before he interrupted again. "I am Yoongi."

"Hoseok, although my mommy calls me Hobi."

He smiled, offering himself this time to push the swing, they spent minutes like this just helping each other take a walk pleasantly. He didn't even think about it when Hoseok offered to talk to Jimin and Taehyung about how they'll all play together in teams.

Now in the present, he smiled again remembering how he met Jin that same day, he had collided with him when he was running so as not to be caught by Jimin. His older friend was flushed with anger, screaming for her flowers and his dirty clothes. His grandmother teased him a bit making him deny even more, he followed Yoongi for several minutes until the chase because of her desire to hit him became a game.

They both fell to the ground tired, laughing before Hoseok introduced himself to Jin. Namjoon arrived shortly after, curious about the commotion and why he had gotten bored of sitting for so long, as he explained later. Besides that his father didn't have the best conversation starters.

He cried so much that very day when he had to go home again, promising to return soon.

"We have everything ready, are you ready?" Jin stood next to him, his eyes looked at him but he couldn't recognize his childhood friend. The same one that he offered to organize his birthday parties when his parents could not afford them, the same one that he never took advantage of his money to lower it. The one who hugged him as many times as he could when he came out of his therapies after his parents died.

Who was this man?

"Y-yes." He murmured still stunned. He got up, following in his footsteps with his head lowered.

They opened the door showing him, you were distracted biting the cloth in your mouth and trying to move your hands to free them.

Your body felt the same repetitive chill making you look at them feeling their presences so... uncomfortable.

"Enough." Jin ordered as you continued your insistent useless movement, trying to free yourself. "I'm not playing around, stop."

Me neither, idiot. You clench your teeth as much as you can at not being able to say it out loud, you stubbornly keep moving even faster than before. Your hair falls on your face from your busy tossing and you stare at him, challenging his patience and judgment.

You try not to tremble when he approaches you with intentions that deep down manage to scare you. But you continue, the bed moves as fast as you do until his hand falls against your cheek causing a gasp to come out of your gagged mouth.

"Hyung!" Yoongi claims holding her hand to prevent her from trying to hit you again, you feel the particular burning on your right cheek and the tears growing back in your eyes. "Please, no blows. That was not what we agreed on."

Jimin cleared his throat, a satisfied smile on his face, "We never specified anything, actually... Yoongi-hyung."

"Jimin is right, you never specified any kind of restriction for her and us." Namjoon clarified making you look at them confused, it was as if they were talking in terms of employment or contract.

But you had never signed anything.

"B-but they can't do that, they'll never accomplish anything if they force her." He tried to persuade him but Jungkook sighed, dropping his phone to the ground and then stepping on it like it was worthless. "She will just hate them."

"She will do it anyway, if we let her off her or try to convince her to stick with sweet words she won't think twice and she will run away ready to report us for kidnapping."

"In addition to the damages that she suffered here." Namjoon continued to condemn Jungkook, uplifting her surname and her family's status.

"You are in this with us or against us, there is still a free place in the basement for you with chains just as heavy."

Again, the same chill ran through you causing you to cringe in your place. These men were insane, they were capable of betraying each other, and worse, they could possibly also consider shooting themselves in the back when they weren't looking at each other. All for you, as if you were some kind of prize for winning and owning.

After moments that seemed eternal, Taehyung was releasing your mouth as you began to complain about what they were doing, how they dared and demanding freedom.

Really a classic, so much so that it was witty and hilarious that you said it literally.

They forced you to kneel on the ground with your hands on your legs still perfectly tied. More questions filled your mouth not knowing what they were planning, all you could do was look at them so scared it was adorable.

"Uh... Well... I guess one should go first." Jin says, taking a few steps away from your crouched figure.

Jimin stepped forward, standing in front of you causing you to look up from your spot below him.

"What are you doing?" You ask weakly, you try to drag yourself away when his hand struggles with his pants to remove it but Jin holds you in place. Getting on his knees to speak into your ear softly.

"You better take a breath instead of trying to run away, honey. I thought you were smarter... hm?" He laughs mocking your scared face, you refuse to open your eyes and mouth making him stop laughing in annoyance.

Jimin sighs taking your face in his hands so roughly that they will surely leave a purple mark on your skin. He was still dressed, I was hoping I could humiliate you more and then fuck your mouth until you suffocate while his hyung explains everything to you. How it all started, his obsession, his plan, they had planned everything so perfect that it was terrifying, everything monopolized on one board.

Soon as soon as possible you will just be a cute housewife and you will forget your life before that day. Not for nothing did they have a closet full of cheerful and homely outfits ready for you, they wanted to destroy you and then put you back together just to serve them.

You would be his wife, of everyone.

"Come on, little bitch..." Jimin started, reaching over to kiss you on the lips even though you refused to do so. You really no longer had a vote or a word of objection in his plans. "Open your eyes darling, you don't want a stray bullet to land in your mother's skull, do you?" He threatened making you obey even more scared than before.

"P-please don't hurt my mother!" You sob, clasping your tied hands in supplication.

"Oh, we won't.... yet." He whispered kissing your lips one last time before imposing himself on your kneeling body. Her cock came out of her pants, stroked a few times before guiding it to your lips. Your stomach contracted, and you pulled your face away as far as you could before Hoseok held you by the hair tightly pulling you close again. "Take it, baby. Everything will be fine if you just obey."

"I hate them, they disgust me" You whisper before Jin forced you to open your mouth making you take it, you fight for a few seconds but her hips are already moving making you choke and gasp. His moans are so loud they make you squirm but his hands hold your head close to him.

"I told you you'll take a breath, but you're a dumb whore." His breath is hitting your neck directly, your skin crawling trying to distract you from anything other than Jimin's cock in your throat causing you to gag and vomit. "I bet you're wondering why, what did you do, and nothing really. Or if Yoongi!"

You do not look at your boyfriend before, you only focus on Jin who smiles, caressing your body with his hands, almost exceeding your limits. However, what did it matter if he did it, there was nothing you could do for yourself.

"You were only here, I think we all loved you from the first moment we saw you. We spent many nights wondering what was special about you, many of us had dated women before but you... You were so different, you had something that attracted us and it made us go crazy. " His hands squeezed your breasts causing you to gasp on Jimin's cock who moaned with pleasure, continuing his steady and hard rhythm. "Taehyung got involved in the matter. "

Jimin smirked when your eyes went up to him, your eyes showing how angry and helpless you felt. And it was exquisite.

"I bet you didn't know about your beloved boyfriend's background,locked up in a rehab center for alcoholics for two years. Three years taking therapy for his depression after the tragic death of his parents, quite strong actually." His words had such a strong past but from his mouth they came out as if it were not so important. Something common for him. "I'm surprised he loved you so much and didn't tell you."

You cried unable to turn your face to look at him, deep down you wanted to put Yoongi aside and not hate him for this. But it seemed almost impossible when he was there, doing nothing, so calm that it was unreal that he had ever looked at you directly and declared his love to you over and over again. For months.

"He really was fine for a while until we decided to make him fall again, one drink after another... First trust him, then question their relationship and finally make them argue." A laugh left his lips, it was almost uncomfortable that he was the only one doing it. Everyone else was so quiet just watching. "But I can't give myself all the credit, let me introduce ourselves well, my dear."

Jimin walked away from you letting you breathe again, you had almost forgotten that he had been doing that act against you. Your tied hands help you hold off the ground by not being able to breathe properly, you feel so weak that you are about to pass out but you refuse to look weak in front of them.

"Kim Seokjin, son of the best chefs in the country and heir owner of thousands of five-star restaurants, inside and outside the country." His body crouched down, making an extremely long bow. Namjoon stood next to him, with the same smile from the day he met you. "Kim Namjoon, the only and adored son of the best lawyers and mayoral candidates, future presidents if occasion permits." There was a strange tone behind his voice, with a knowing wink. "I thought you can guess what Hoseok's parents do, but I'll tell you just in case. Great psychiatrists recognized for their countless achievements outside and within the country, having a tradition from generation to generation, capable of manipulating even the cleverest mind like yours."

Hosoek smiled at you, but this time his smile showed malice and pride. All that time you were surrounded by people who wielded a certain power and influence, oblivious to the fact that they could ever use it against you.

"Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung... Maybe you heard about their surnames on the news two years ago? Families specialized in medicine, their knowledge dazzles science and biology. Before allies and now both surnames are enemies competing for the market, but who would say that their children would meet secretly and use their same knowledge to retain a precise treasure." His hand stroked your hair causing you to recoil angrily, with a grimace of disgust and resignation. "Well... Finally Jungkook, son of the best technology creators in the country. Capable of creating anything, millionaires obviously, like everyone. Faithful lovers and devoted to he son, giving him everything he wants. " He stopped for a moment and then brought his hand to your ear taking out one of your earrings, you looked at him confused before he opened it showing a tiny device that lit up. "Even creating a more than wonderful device, a tracker of the smallest size."

You opened your mouth completely petrified, looking at each and every one of them. Most of them had a firm and conceited posture, but your eyes only looked at him.

"Were you in on this?" You ask by moving your body slightly, Yoongi only remains silent, avoiding looking at you at all costs, even if it is out of mercy you demand a simple word. "Speak! Tell me! Tell me!" You scream completely out of control, letting out all your frustration and anger with him, just him. It's all his fault. "Tell me now! To finally be able to completely hate them all... Please tell me, I just want to stop inventing and fooling my head trying to justify why you are standing there doing nothing for me" You sob almost exhausted, " Without helping me, when before you said you love me."

His eyes meet yours a few seconds before Jungkook chimed in, completely certain that you were trying to play your manipulation cards to get rid of them. Funny, they had done the same to catch you, their hyung could sometimes be so... credulous. That it was ironic that she was older than him.

"Good enough talk for today." He demanded, causing you to hide your head again in fear. You were so scared, even with the pain in your cheek and jaw from being forced by Jimin, you would never give up on them.

Your mouth felt dry, you couldn't remember the last time you drank water alone. As if they could read your thoughts, Taehyung appeared with a tray with a glass of water and a purple pill.

"Take that away from me." You scream when he tries to put the pill in your mouth, backing up as far as your bound legs will allow.

He sighs bored, as if he doesn't have the patience to deal with it, "If you want water you'll have to do this."

"What is it?" You ask almost breathless from the lack of water in your body, he smiles before bringing the pill to his face to look at it rolling it on his finger.

"Hm... Vitamins." Respond after hesitating. "Everything you need in one compact little pill. It was an invention by Jimin and me, we were hoping you would be the first to try it."

A few seconds ago you remember hearing about the reputations of both families, they were specialists who probably passed that knowledge on to their children. If they knew what they were doing with them, they would be shocked. Your reasoning tells you no, to throw it away and try to run away but your head and body can't take it anymore, they demand water and a rest.

"I-it's okay." You accept, removing the pill and the glass of water from the tray angrily. You put the pill in first, then the water so hard your mouth hurts from the force.

You return the glass silently, eyeing him suspiciously before sitting back down and walking a few inches away. You wait for everyone to do something, but they stay so still as dolls that it scares you, everything about them and their attitudes was creepy.

I wish you had noticed earlier.

And now you feel it, it was not pain, nor anxiety. I was just calm, the noises seem to decrease and your vision does not blur but you feel so relaxed that you do not seem to be affected by any drugs. You could feel it all, but you didn't care.

It was relaxing but you weren't far this time, you remember the previous scenes. When you ate the food they gave you, it was similar but as if it had been modified so that you can remain docile and obedient, but at the same time you know what they are doing.

Your body falls on the bed, you don't even try to get up. Your brain isn't thinking about that, it just gets distracted by the decorations around it, but it clearly perceives one of them nearby. Namjoon is behind your body lying face down, half is on the bed and your legs are still kneeling on the floor. You feel his kisses so desperate on your neck, his hands touching your breasts and stomach trying to lower himself further, anxious not to wait to fuck you as he always wanted and should have been.

You do not fight when his legs open yours with force and speed, you just stand still, thinking with your head glued to the soft sheets of the bed, deep down you can slightly feel your desire to push him and push him away furiously, you want to do it but not you do. You feel so confused that you sob into the sheets in released frustration.

"I thought I heard from you, that her wouldn't refuse anything with his stupid pill." Jin whispers, disgusted seeing you struggle with yourself in search of reason.

"I don't see her deny it." Jimin retorts, crossing his arms with a small victorious smile.

Yoongi stands aside, not wanting to accept this but likewise, like you, does nothing to avoid it while Namjoon sinks deep inside you causing you to writhe overwhelmed and let out a groan of pain, your mouth opens to complain and probably ask him to stop, but he instantly closes again only releasing more gasps and squeals.

They spend minutes with all eyes on you, taking the cock of her friend who abuses your sore pussy from overstimulation, this time you are crying and begging for mercy to stop. Even in your unconsciousness you continue to feel all the pain and also the pleasure that is now almost non-existent.

"S-stop!" You cry between gasps of exhaustion, your hands had been released by Jungkook seconds ago so that you can hold on properly. However, you only use them to try to ward off Namjoon who is holding you against the bed by slamming his body against yours with obscene noises. The bed squirms like you, colliding with the wall in sync.

"A little more baby... Just a little more... And I'll fill you with my cum, so fucking tight. You like that, hm?" Her breath very close to your cheek makes you react, you squeeze your eyes almost suffering from your next inevitable orgasm. You scream making everyone watch you fascinated by how your face contracts with pleasure and pain, you try to walk away when the moment of ecstasy recedes, but he continues to fuck you bareback hard, selfishly chasing the release of him against you.

You spent hours repeating the same routine, sometimes sometimes even more hours than you can remember or count.. Your body was completely covered with bruises and marks not only made by them manually, you had discovered in the worst way that Hoseok had a great fetish to make small cuts to any animal or person that had skin and that glistening blood came out of those wounds, red as hell and as sweet as ambrosia.

A delicacy, truly a true delicacy blessed by God.

Jin could not stop laughing at your overwhelmed face, sometimes he would sit next to you while your body was fucked uncontrollably, watching your face move on the sheets with the constant and hard movements of his friends.

"Do you enjoy it, you dirty bitch?" You knew he was making fun of it, not only because it denigrated your dignity, but also because you couldn't answer correctly and the only thing that moved was your head up and down from the thrusts. As if you were affirming his disgusting words. "You like it right?" And again. "I bet you will enjoy it every day from now on, do you want to marry us, little bitch? Be ours forever, that we fuck you every damn day like that, that we also fill you up that you would get pregnant, you would have our children , and you would gladly. Do you accept _______?"

You did not want to know where he managed to get your last name, nor your full name and less because he thought that after the effect of whatever they had given you, you would really accept being his damned wife.

But he just stands there, watching Jungkook abuse his new power against you and taunt him.

I just wanted to wait for everyone to leave, so I could hug you, heal you, and ask for forgiveness.

He couldn't save you if he was chained to the basement like they threatened to do. He was afraid of his own friends, who looked at him madly when hours before he thought of withdrawing from the plan, Hoseok as charismatic as he always claimed to be able to cut his neck so easily if I took you away from them.

Now, they were doomeds.

The painting lost its color once more.

[resident-mercie]

Leon and f!reader go out to a bar and surprise it's Karaoke night! can be romantic or platonic your choice 👌

i really love this one!! <3

Leon S. Kennedy Fluff One-Shot - Karaoke Night.

"Hey, Rookie!" A voice emanated from near the door. It had been a pretty hectic day at the RPD, mostly filing paperwork, collating reports, and even standing in for the reception desk at one point, and it had left you pretty drained and tired. You spent most of the afternoon scribbling away at your desk, so to have some human contact after so many dull hours alone was pretty relieving. Especially when you realised it was your co-worker, Leon S. Kennedy. He was a rookie cop who joined the force at the same time as you, and because of this, you became pretty close, pretty fast.

"Oh, hey Leon!" You shot him a smile, before stretching in your chair and yawning. "Sorry about that, I've just been up to my neck in paperwork today."

"You don't have to tell me twice. I've been running errands for the higher-ups all day." Leon sighed, taking the chair next to you. "I wanted to ask you something, actually."

"Oh?" You beamed at him, heart fluttering slightly. "What is it, Leon?"

"Well, I was thinking we should relax and unwind after the day we've had today. And after thinking about what we could do— I remembered there was a bar that recently opened in the city, and I wanted to see if you wanted to try it together?" Leon stretched, yawning as well. "Sorry, I'm super tired as well."

"Don't worry about it!" You smiled at him, setting your paperwork down at last. "Sure, I'd love to come. Oh! Can we invite Chris and Jill as well? They've probably had a rough time too."

"Of course, the more the merrier, after all." Leon grinned. "You can go and ask them now, I'll deal with your paperwork for you. We'll meet at your place – it's not too far on foot."

"Sure! Are you sure you're alright dealing with the paperwork, Leon?" Before you could even answer him, Leon scooped up the paperwork under his arms, winking at you.

"All under control, Rookie. See you tonight."

You hovered outside of the S.T.A.R.S office, where Jill and Chris worked, anxious to knock on the door. The head of the unit, Albert Wesker, didn't take kindly to such "unprofessional interruptions". Bracing yourself for his usual remarks, you knocked gently at the door, before pushing it open.

Weird. No Wesker in sight. No one in sight, really, aside from a very overworked Chris and Jill, drowning in their own seas of paperwork.

"Oh, hey Rookie." Jill plastered a smile, giving you a half hearted nod. "You're a sight for sore eyes."

"You don't have to call me Rookie too, y'know." You laughed, cheering Jill and Chris up a bit.

"Of course not." Chris smiled at you, leaving his paperwork alone for the first time in hours. "Only Kennedy can call you that."

"Oh, ha-ha, Mr. Comedian." You rolled your eyes jokingly at Chris, scoring you a playful nudge. "He did send me here, though. We wanted to know if you two wanted to come along to a bar at my place tonight. We figured you'd enjoy the sentiment with the amount of work recently."

"Hey, pretty good idea, Rookie." Jill turned to face you in her rotating chair, and nodded. "We're meeting at your place beforehand? Sounds pretty good to me. What about you, Redfield?"

"I'd love to." Chris nodded. "Now go! Gotta finish this paperwork if I want to even catch a glimpse of the outside world tonight." He grinned, and you nodded in understanding, leaving the S.T.A.R.S office to head home and get ready.

As you absent mindedly chose what pair of earrings you should wear tonight, there was a sharp knock at the door of your apartment. You hurried over to the door, expecting it to be Jill or Chris – but you were slightly shocked to see it was Leon.

"Wow, you're here early. Didn't expect that of someone known to be notoriously late." You grinned, gesturing for him to come inside.

"Hey! I'm not that late— usually."

"Leon, you were late for your FIRST day." You jokingly rolled your eyes, which scored a laugh from him. "Any ETA from Chris and Jill?"

"I don't have their numbers." Leon shook his head. "Have you checked your phone?"

"Uhhh, lemme check— oh, damnit. They've had to bail. Not their fault, Wesker's been pretty relentless with the workload recently." You typed out a message to the two of them telling them not to worry, before pocketing your phone.

"Looks like it's just the two of us." Leon gave you a shy smile. "You look great tonight, by the way."

"Aw, thanks! You look pretty great yourself." You were dressed pretty casually in a nice shirt and jeans, with Leon dressed pretty similarly.

"Well, should we head out?" Leon gave you a smile, holding the door open for you.

The bar was pretty full, but you managed to find seats relatively easily. Just incase you got pulled into work again, you ordered just a small pink gin and lemonade. Leon didn't seem to share the same sentiment, ordering himself a whisky on the rocks or a few. The two of you happily drank your drinks, laughing and chatting as the night went on, before an announcement blasted over the speakers.

IT'S FRIDAY NIGHT! YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS!

KARAAAAAAAAOKE!

"Hey! It's Karaoke Night, Leon!" You turned and smiled at him. "Should we enter?"

"Me, do karaoke? Leon suddenly became shy, gulping. "I don't think so. It's not really my skill point."

"Would another whiskey on the rocks sway that decision?" You whispered, making Leon roll his eyes with a smile.

"Okay, fine." Leon took your hand, smiling. "C'mon. Let's choose a song."

"Oh, c'mon! We totally have to sing Dancing Queen."

"You're really out to embarrass me, aren't you?" Leon sighed, massaging his temples. "Fine. Let's get it over with."

Our next singers are actually two off duty cops from our resident Raccoon City Police Department. Everyone, please welcome Miss and Mr Kennedy!

As the crowd cheered, you and Leon began to giggle over the fact the bar had entered you both as Kennedys.

"C'mon, Miss Kennedy. You've got to rock the stage now."

Leon surprisingly got into singing on stage, more than you did actually. And he was surprisingly good at singing. Just as the song said, you really were "having the time of your life". For just a little while, it felt like it was just you, Leon and the stage, as if the rest of the bar wasn't there at all. As the music finally faded, the two of you were a little breathless, as the audience erupted with cheers and applause.

"See! I told you it wasn't that bad!" You and Leon laughed, walking down the street back to your apartment together. "Although..."

"Hm?" Leon shivered a little, his breath visible in the frigid night air.

"Well, I'll be honest, maybe it's the alcohol talking here but— I like the sound of being Miss Kennedy." The two of you stopped walking, facing each other in the middle of the pathway.

"I figured." Leon took your hands, grinning. "Well, I think I like the sound of Miss Kennedy as well."

As Leon held you closer, your lips met his, sharing a gentle kiss in the frigid night.

"Let's do this again next week, Mr Kennedy."

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2021 Year in Review

I wanted to do a fic roundup for the year. I posted a total of 271,996 words to Ao3 this year! That's crazy to me! Below you'll find my two favorite fics from each month (one sfw and one nsfw). Some months were harder to pick than others, but I'm very proud of everything I've accomplished this year. Let's hope 2022 goes just as well!

I am well aware that the majority of these are Geraskier, but that's my bread and butter, so it is what it is lol.

My overall favorite is the Geraskier Big Bang I wrote and posted in July: It's a Hungry World, Explicit, 25,000 words, Prophecy claims to have a lot in store for Fae Prince Julian. As the younger prince, he's not destined to rule, but is meant to lead his mother's troops to victory. He wants no part of it, and finds himself enamored with the human realm instead of his own. He doesn't mean to fall in love with one of them, especially one who doesn't love him back, but it turns out no one can escape their destiny...or love.

January

Bit of a Mess - Geraskier, Teen, 1300 words, Jaskier helps Geralt take care of a new scar.

All Dolled Up - Geraskier, Explicit, 2700 words, Jaskier gets dressed up for himself.

February

Imagined Flaws and All - Geraskier, Teen, 1200 words, Geralt has a rough day and Jaskier can't help making him feel better.

Glowing - Geraskier, Explicit, 2500 words, Jaskier accidentally finds out Geralt has a thing for being spanked.

March

Perfect Pair - Geraskier, Gen, 1100 words, Jaskier is hurt on a hunt, and Geralt thinks this is how he loses him.

Like Vines, We Intertwined - Geraskier/Leshen, Explicit, 1500 words, A leshen comes across Geralt and Jaskier while they're going at it. Everyone has a good time.

April

Guilty Pleasure - Geraskier, Teen, 2800 words, Ciri begs Geralt to take her to see a local band and the singer is really something else.

Let's Use Them Up 'til Every Little Piece Is Gone - Geraskier, Explicit, Mass Effect Crossover, 6200 words, Jaskier knows the minute Geralt Rivia steps foot on Omega.

(mer)May

Rubies in the Sun - Lambden, Teen, 2100 words, Aiden had made him promise that if he ever got seriously hurt, he’d get him into the nearest body of water.

Indulgent - Geraskier, Explicit, 3500words, Jaskier books an afternoon at the private baths in the hopes that he can convince Geralt to transform for him.

June

If You'll Let Me - Jaskel, Teen, 1400 words, Jaskier is quite taken by the shy witcher.

I Wanna Live a Life From a New Perspective - Geraskier, Explicit, words, Jaskier can't help admiring Geralt's body while he bathes after a contract gone wrong.

July

Stars in His Eyes - Jaskier/Dandelion, Teen, 1500 words, Jaskier has been secretive all day and Dandelion is heartbroken over it.

I'm Trying to Keep From Going Under - Geralt/Jaskier/Eskel, Explicit, 3800 words, Incubus!Jaskier goes into heat and Geralt knows he needs help riding it out.

August

Drenched - Geraskier, Teen, 800 words, Geralt tries to cheer Jaskier up after he gets dumped.

No Matter How Lovely - Geraskier, Explicit, 6700 words, Geralt does his best to ignore the growing feelings his has for his pint sized companion. Spoiler: it doesn't work.

September

Just Kitten Around - Geraskier, Mature, 2000 words, Jaskier isn't sure how Geralt will react when he brings up kitten play.

I Wanna Hear You Sing the Praise - Geraskier, Explicit, 3200 words, Jaskier wants a mating bite, but Geralt can only do that in his werewolf form. Thankfully, nobody minds.

October

Out of Commission - Geralt/Eskel, Teen, 1100 words, Eskel wakes up in a bed, not quite sure how he got there.

Hold My Hand (Oh Baby, it's a Long Way Down) - Geralt/Jaskier/Eskel, 4200 words, “You need to mate?” Geralt asks, and he can practically feel Eskel vibrating next to him. How does he end up in these situations?

November

So Easy - Geraskier, Teen, 1100 words, Jaskier has a bad day and Geralt helps him relax afterwards.

Forget Me Knot - Geraskier, Explicit, 1500 words, Jaskier has a new toy and an afternoon to himself...or so he thinks.

December

Tactile - Geraskier, Teen, 1600 words, Jaskier has always been a very tactile person, and the lack of casual touches has started to eat away at him.

Stay - Geraskier, Explicit, 2400 words, Instead of hugs or apologies, they fuck.

[spiderlilyserendipity]

emerald green jhs (NSFW)

jung hoseok x female reader

genre: established relationship, smut, d/s

tags: dom/sub, sub!reader, dom!hoseok, lingerie, sir kink, hoseok calls reader feminine terms (princess and baby girl), aftercare

word count: 2.4k

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you're a menace and you know it. the last few weeks have been exhausting for you and your boyfriend hoseok. you work long hours at your job, sat behind a desk typing away and running to and from meetings that all feel like they could've just been emails instead. you even have a new boss who has an even bigger ego than the last and is always pushing you to work harder. although in a much different line of work, hoseok isn't much different. there have been big changes at hoseok's label recently and although he still gets to do his job the way he likes, there have been internal changes. the staff that have supported hoseok's music for years have shifted and it's frustrated hoseok to try and make up for the gaps all on his own. you both agree that change is good if done well. you both are doing your best to support each other. but to be honest, you're impatient now. frankly, it's been a while since you and hoseok have had sex. in fact, you and hoseok hardly even kiss anymore, too focused on work and your exhaustion to even greet each other hello and goodbye properly. tonight's the night where you'll change that. hoseok is out at a friend of a friend's wedding, having tagged along with jimin just for the sake of it. everyone likes a party after working nonstop right? jimin had even invited you to come with, saying his friend didn't mind at all! but you had chosen to stay home, lying about an appointment in the morning that would cause you to be late for the afternoon ceremony. instead, you're sitting on the edge of your and hoseok's bed. you're wrapped in a fluffy white towel from the bathroom, having just come out of the shower. your hair is blow dried, and you giggle excitedly at the shopping bag in front of the full length mirror. hoseok is going to lose his mind when he sees this! you strip of the towel and pull out the set of lingerie you stepped out and bought this afternoon when the boys had left for the wedding. it's a lacy white bra and panty set. the saleswoman definitely thought you were a bride to be from the fact that it was pure white, but you certainly aren't. you and hoseok are steady and serious, having been together a few years now. you're sure hoseok will propose eventually when work and life circumstances align. but why not give him a taste of what the big day will be like now? you pull the lacy panties on first, admiring how the translucent fabric fits the curve of your ass and hips so good. you know hoseok loves that, and really you do, too. your body is beautiful. you smile to yourself in the mirror as you put on the bra, loving how the cups push your breasts up. the lace is so thin your nipples show, hard and protruding through the innocent white sheen. you squeeze your breasts, biting your lip as you imagine someone else's hands there. hoseok's long and nimble fingers, always working you up, pulling you apart so gracefully. last but not least, you put on one of hoseok's long white tees, so long it brushes your mid thighs. "perfect." you whisper. right as you're finishing up, you hear the door open. "baby, i'm home!" hoseok's voice calls from the door. you yawn loudly and squint your eyes as you make your way downstairs, pretending to have woken up. "oh, you're home?" you ask in a sleepy voice, as if you hadn't been in the shower until ten minutes ago, shaving to look pretty for him. hoseok smiles at you from the sofa. he opens his arms wide for you as you come over. shamelessly, your eyes take down his body. he's dressed in a fitted black suit, one tailored to fit the strong muscles of his chest and the protruding muscles of his thighs. he spreads his legs wider as he assesses your half dressed form, undoubtedly a little turned on at the sight of you wearing his shirt. "c'mere." he says in a low voice and you don't waste a second before you straddle in his lap. his hands wrap around your waist, pulling you into a hug. "did you shower before bed?" he asks, pulling back to give you a kiss. "i did." you say, shifting just a little in his lap. just enough so he wouldn't notice. then,

you whisper into his ear. "do i smell sweet, sir?" hoseok's hands release your waist and come down to grip your ass. "ah. i should've known you had a plan." he tuts, laughing under his breath. you gasp as he tightens his grip on you more. "did you touch yourself in the shower, princess?" "no, sir." you promise him, pulling back to look him in the eye. you're a bit above him since you're in his lap, making hoseok tilt his head back to look at your face. but even with his head resting against the sofa, hoseok looks entirely relaxed. he's in control. and you both know it. feeling bold tonight, you guide one of his hands off your ass and down between your legs. "sir can feel if he doesn't believe me." a smack to your clothed heat makes you jump. "are you giving me orders now?" hoseok asks in a cheerful voice, but his eyes are dark with lust. "have you forgotten who you belong to in the few weeks since i touched you?" "no, sir. i just want you to believe me." you say, lowering your gaze. "if you want me to believe you, you have to behave, Y/N. if you're going to be impolite, then i won't unwrap the cute little gift you're wearing tonight to rile me up. and then your little surprise would be a failure, right?" hoseok says, leaving a little kiss on your neck when he's done. you shudder at the touch. "i will behave." "of course! that's my good girl." hoseok says, all cheerful again. his eyes glitter fondly as he taps your chin. his grin grows as he notices you eyeing the rings on his hand. "oh? what's that? is someone getting greedy?" he laughs mockingly at you when you shake your head. "you're so eager tonight. i've ignored my pretty girl too much huh? bet you just wanted me to bend you over and use you up every day when i came home from work. wanted me to take my frustration out but you just didn't know how to say it, right? so you waited until sir left the house to buy pretty panties just for me to ruin." he explains this slowly, his hands moving down to cup your breasts. he kneads them roughly, making you shudder at the touch. when you don't answer, he says your name sharply. "y/n. i let it slide once already, but you know when i ask you something you answer me verbally. if you forget again you will be punished." you gasp. "no sir! no! i don't want to be punished. i wanted to come so badly for so long please don't edge me!" hoseok pulls you close until your chest is flush against his. you wriggle helplessly as your sensitive nipples rub simultaneously against the rough lace and the fabric of hoseok's blazer. all you want is his skin on yours. "colour." he says, no teasing in his tone when he looks at you now. you sniffle, unaware that you had gotten worked up so easily. "green." hoseok's gentle hands wipe the tears. he kisses your forehead. "good girl." he says, before gathering you in his arms and standing. you wrap your legs around him as his hands grip your thighs. you wrap your arms around his neck and pepper little kisses all over his face. you can't help that you're so needy, you just missed these moments so badly. the moments where hoseok made you feel the most vulnerable but also the safest and happiest woman alive. hoseok sets you on the bed lightly, then turns and closes the door. he takes his blazer off, watching you lay in his shirt and your white panties. "are you a bride?" he jokes, now unbuttoning the white dress shirt underneath the blazer. earlier in the day, the saleswoman had asked you the same question. but the implication is completely different here, and you blush. "i said," hoseok comes to sit at the edge of the bed. his arms cage you in, his long bangs hanging down. "are you my bride, y/n?" "i-if sir wants." you stutter breathlessly. "so honest when you need me, huh?" hoseok teases, kissing you again. "did all the wedding talk get you excited, hmm? want me to doll you up and show everyone that you're mine? my sweet bride?" when you cover your face in embarrassment, hoseok pulls your hands back. his smile is softer now, a little bit awestruck. "you really want that?" you nod.

"yeah." his eyes darken again. "up on your knees. take your shirt off slowly." you do so, and his eyes rake down your body as he watches. "turn around and face the mirror." you do as you're told. hoseok comes to kneel behind you on the bed, slotting a muscular thigh in between your legs. you whine as your heat presses against his hard muscle. behind you, you can already feel him getting hard. he's partly shirtless but still dressed while you're nearly naked. he loves the contrast and so do you. you love knowing who you belong to. "colour?" "green." hoseok's hands pinch at your nipples, twisting them and making you moan. you whine as he wraps one arm around your waist and uses his free hand to continue his ministrations on your nipples. you wriggle in his strong bold but you both know you love being restricted by your sir. "so wet. always so needy." hoseok chastises as he rubs you over the lace. you throw your head back against his shoulder, panting. he just laughs as he starts sucking hickeys on your neck in tandem with his rubbing. "please sir. please. i've been so good." "i know. such a good girl." hoseok praises, admiring his own work in the mirror. you watch your own chest heave in the mirror, already darkening marks on your neck. you will have to cover those when you go to work, but it doesn't matter right now. nothing matters except hoseok's touch. "sir. please." you are nearly crying now from how needy you are, so pent up. hoseok gives you gentle kisses. "one second, baby." you can hardly focus as you hear hoseok undressing behind you. it almost feels like you're waking up from a long haze when his strong chest touches yours. skin on skin, his skin just as hot as yours. but hoseok never shows how eager he is, not like you. because being in control is hoseok's skill. "let's get these off." he says, and you hurriedly take your panties off. with the cold air of the bedroom hitting your vagina, you feel like you're burning under hoseok's intense stare. "what's that, princess?" he asks, fingers dropping down to something sticking out of your hole. a toy. he pulls the toy out in one smooth movement, revealing a plug with an emerald green gem on the end piece. hoseok laughs disbelievingly. "oh?" "green is your favourite colour." you reply although it comes out more as a needy whine. you both know you're already falling into your headspace. it wouldn't be long until you got too overwhelmed to talk at all, only whines and moans as hoseok took over. in one swift movement, hoseok has two fingers buried inside you. you gasp at the familiar feeling, loving the stretch. "oh! oh, sir!" you cry out. hoseok's other hand comes to rub at your clit. "so needy. so eager to be all mine. even bought a plug that was sir's favourite colour." "yes, yes!" you cry out. "please can i have you?" hoseok's fingers leave abruptly, and soon his cock is lining up with your entrance. he pushes in slowly, giving you time to adjust. he moves to the edge of the bed, spreading his legs slightly. you hook your thighs overtop. in the mirror, his cock inside of you shows. with every little movement, the two of you can see it go in and out of you. you're so wet your arousal glistens on your thighs, as do hoseok's rings in the low light as he rubs your clit. "want it that bad? then take it." he says and you burst into action. you ride hoseok as hard as you can, skin slapping on skin and wet sounds filling the room as he goes in and out of you. hoseok stretches you wide, making you feel used up but in the best way possible. and you know you're all his as he whispers praises in your ear. "so sweet. good girl. so wet, keep going baby." "sir!" you cry out as you feel yourself slow down. "fuck," hoseok growls, lifting you up again. he manhandles you onto the bed so that you're laying down. he enters you again, pushing your thighs up and holding them back so he can enter you deeper. he sets a rough pace, making you pant in pleasure. "hoseok, baby, please!" you scream, momentarily forgetting the scene. he buries his head in your shoulder,

moving his hands to plant them on either side of you. your hands grip his shoulders like a lifeline. you feel pleasure everywhere. "c-can i come?" you ask hoseok. "yes, baby. come for me. come." hoseok tells you eagerly, reaching down to rub your clit. the two of you come together, you clenching around him as he shoots his seed into you. you sigh into hoseok's hair, pressing a kiss there. "thank you, sir." he kisses your collarbone in return. "anything for you, y/n." the two of you get cleaned up together in the shower. hoseok smiles at you fondly as you dress in regular panties and throw on one of his shirts again after. the two of you curl up under the covers, you between his strong arms. you always get needy after a scene, but hoseok knows you better. he knows how to make you feel safe. "hey, hobi?" "yes, y/n?" "i love you." "love you too."

A/N: this is my first time writing smut haha hope u guys enjoyed it! my requests are open for any writing ideas :) see u next time

[tomicaleto]

Hydrangea for the flower prompts!

Hello, sonder, my beloved friend

I'm so sorry I took so long on this ;;w;; I've been having a rough time with being creative in the fandom and a friend asked me to sprint together to cheer me up and I could finally finish this one

I promise I'll eventually write something for the other two flowers you sent me, I'm still waiting to come up with something for those

Now, here!

Hydrangea- “Please, sit down."

Anakin and Obi-Wan had not been living together for long, just around three months. Obi-Wan had finally convinced Anakin to move in with him and ever since he had begun to feel whole with the state of their relationship. Finally, he didn’t have to wonder if Anakin was too busy to go out for dinner or ask if he could drop by after work (even if he already owned a copy of Anakin’s keys).

Moving together had shown them a new aspect of their relationship. They had the occasional fight or argument but they were mostly comfortable around each other. Getting to share breakfast and dinner together (and sometimes even lunch or tea time) was wonderful. So was sharing a bed every night instead of some of them and watching the occasional TV show while cuddling on the couch.

Obi-Wan had been submerged in a cloud of bliss which is why he hadn’t noticed it at first.

Or the next week.

Or the following month.

But then, one afternoon, he had been looking for an old sweater Qui-Gon had gifted him years ago and couldn’t find it. At the time, he had decided to wear something else to work and look for it more thoroughly later that night. He had forgotten about it hours later and once he got home, Anakin had cooked dinner and the smell distracted him from remembering.

A week later, the sweater appeared neatly folded in the drawer again.

The whole situation slipped his mind as time went by until one night he arrived later from work and found Anakin lounging on their couch, deeply invested in a documentary about elephants, a cup of what looked like hot chocolate keeping his hand warm.

And he was wearing the old sweater from Qui-Gon. The sleeves were long even for him, and Anakin was using one of them as a glove replacement for his prosthetic.

So that’s why it had been gone that one time. Obi-Wan wondered for how long Anakin had been stealing the sweater without Obi-Wan noticing.

He approached the couch and waited until Anakin had left the cup on the low coffee table before faking a cough.

Anakin jumped in his place, startled, before turning around with wide eyes to stare at Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan raised an eyebrow at him. “Hello, darling.” He said.

“Obi-Wan! Hi!” Anakin sounded a bit breathless. “I didn’t know you were coming home earlier today, would you lime to make you some?” He asked, pointing to his cup, still on the table. Obi-Wan shook his head but made a gesture so Anakin would make him room on the couch.

They settled together, one of Obi-Wan’s arms around Anakin’s shoulders, playing lightly with his hair. He wasn’t surprised Anakin didn’t expect him, he usually arrived later on thursdays. “How long have you been wearing this?” He asked instead, caressing Anakin’s side over the sweater. In his arms, Anakin shivering pleasantly.

“Hmmm, a while now.” Was the answer. “I always wash it before putting it back.” He explained. “I’m sorry I didn’t ask you before grabbing it, I just saw it the other day while putting away some of my t-shirts and couldn’t resist it.”

“Oh?” Obi-Wan certainly didn’t mind, now that he knew what had been happening. If anything, he was mostly amused by the whole situation. “Why is that?”

Anakin blushed slightly. “I remembered it from when we had begun dating.” He explained in a soft voice, playing with the hem of the sleeve. “I have always thought it looked very soft and so I tried it on to see if it was.”

Obi-Wan chuckled and Anakin lightly slapped his side. “Don’t laugh!”

“How can I not? This is extremely adorable of you, Anakin!”

It became normal for Anakin to wear the old sweater, almost as much as Obi-Wan did, at that point. He looked good, soft, when he did and it did things to Obi-Wan to see him wearing it.

Eventually, Anakin grew bold, taking not only the old sweater, but also every sweater that Obi-Wan owned that fitted him. Obi-Wan started wondering why Anakin didn’t own any if he liked them so much, instead showing a collection of old hoodies and a poncho he had inherited from Shmi.

And as the holidays finally arrived, an idea started to take shape in Obi-Wan’s mind. So the next time he left work earlier in the afternoon, he went back to their home by foot instead of taking the bus, looking around until he found a place that sold wool.

The following months were arduous, with him slowly learning how to knit, and then how to knit sweaters and then how to make them look actually good and wearable. All while keeping Anakin in the dark.

Eventually, he managed to knit a sweater that could fit Anakin while keeping the sleeves long enough to cover his hands as he liked to do especially during colder days. He had chosen a deep blue, because, despite loving yellow, Anakin barely wore shades like that, while he usually favoured dark reds and blues, along with blacks and greys. But Obi-Wan thought a completely black sweater would be too gloomy for his already gloomy boyfriend and so he had gone with the blue.

Now, only giving it to Anakin remained.

Which had Obi-Wan sick with anxiety.

He shouldn’t be worried. Anakin had always loved the gifts Obi-Wan had given him (and had been very thorough with showing his appreciation after). But this would be the first time the gift would be handmade.

What if Anakin took it as if Obi-Wan was trying to stop him from wearing his sweaters? That wasn’t Obi-Wan’s intention at all. He loved sharing with Anakin, he just wanted him to have one he could call his as well.

What if he didn’t like it? What if Obi-Wan had thought the sweater was nice enough but Anakin thought it was hideous? Should he tell Anakin he wouldn’t be obligated to wear it if he didn’t want to? What if Anakin never actually wore it?

Such were the thoughts he was having the afternoon he got home before Anakin. Trying to calm down, he made himself some tea and put some cookies on a plate, hoping to avoid biting his nails by munching on his snack.

He almost ate all the cookies by the time he heard the door open and Anakin sing-song a cheerful “hello!” from the door. Obi-Wan took a deep breath and looked over the back of the couch.

“Hello, darling.”

Anakin went to the kitchen first, heating new water and preparing his own cup of tea before offering Obi-Wan to make him some. Soon he was leaving two mugs on the low table and dropping a kiss on Obi-Wan’s forehead, smiling when it made his brow wrinkle. Then he noticed how tense Obi-Wan was. “Is everything alright?” He asked, worry colouring his tone.

“Nothing is wrong.” Obi-Wan answered. This was the moment. “Please, sit down.”

Anakin did, his eyes following every little movement Obi-Wan made. Before Anakin could ask again (and Obi-Wan knew he wanted to, he was already opening his mouth to do it), Obi-Wan grabbed the soft package and handed it to Anakin.

“What’s this?”

“I made you something.” He saw as Anakin’s eyes lit up with excitement and he began tearing the package opening, until the soft wool fell onto his lap. “You have been wearing my sweaters a lot but I noticed you didn’t have any of your own so I---” As he spoke, Anakin extended the sweater in front of himself, his mouth slightly open with surprise. Obi-Wan didn’t get to finish what he had been saying before Anakin tackled him onto the couch, the sweater between their bodies.

As Anakin peppered kisses all over Obi-Wan’s face, he kept thanking him over and over. Eventually, Obi-Wan managed to grab his jaw and kiss him on the lips. And when they finally broke apart for air, he suggested, with his voice much lower: “Why don’t you try it out?”

It fitted Anakin perfectly and soon, it became another typical sight, to find him wearing it like a second skin.

Hope you enjoy! Thank you for sending these! Who know, this may go to the One hundred and one universes and everything!

❁flower dialogue prompts❁

[mrs-dragneel-stark-solo]

Late to the gif challenge

super super late to your gif challenge but I've got this littbe drabble finally done for ya! @justkending I really hope you enjoy it!!!!!

Word count:976

Warnings: none

Pairing: Reader x Tony

For the last three months you’d been seen with a stack of index cards roaming the grounds of the compound going over every detail that you’d had written on there for your thesis. There was no way you’d let yourself forget anything for your degree. The others would simply watch you walk from room to room. Bruce and Steve had both offered you to practice on them which was heaven sent for you.

“Why don’t you take a small break and come train with me?” Natasha asked you as you two headed down the hall.

“I’ll do that later, Nat. You know how much this means to me,” you said as you lifted the notecards at her.

“You don’t think that I know that?” She raised an eyebrow at you. “Just don’t forget that you are also an Avenger and you need to keep up with your training so that you don’t get hurt during a mission.”

You rolled your eyes and shook your head at the way she tended to mother you. “Yes, mother dear. I’ll also remember to eat my vegetables at dinner too.” You stuck your tongue out at her.

“Eww, you make me sound like I'm way older than you.” She laughed and walked off in the other direction.

“Love you too, Nat.”

You once again went over your thesis presentation. You’d been so lost in what you were saying that you hadn’t realized that you’d ended up back at the labs. Tony had been informed by Jarvis that you had entered the area and you were once again not looking where you were going. He rushed over to make sure you didn’t trip over his latest project.

“Jarvis, clear my schedule for the rest of the day. I’ve got to get Y/N a day to relax and regenerate after all of the thesis craze.”

“Right on it, sir.”

“Humans are designed to thrive through…..” your thoughts were consumed by the thesis that you’d completely failed to see parts of Tony’s suit on the floor. You tripped and dropped your cards all over the floor. “Damn it! Tony, what did we talk about? The lab floor is not someplace to be dropping parts.”

Tony grabbed your hand and helped you pick up all your cards. “Well if you’d put those cards away and see where you're going then you wouldn’t have dropped them.”

“I can’t and everyone here knows it. I need to ace my thesis presentation,” you huffed and pulled your hair back from your eyes as you worked through organizing the notes. “Humans are designed to thrive through…”

Tony shook his head and took the cards from your hand. “You’re repeating yourself, you know that? You’re repeating yourself.” He put the cards in his back pocket and pulled you into a hug. “We all know how hard you’ve been working towards finishing your degree. You have no idea how excited and proud we are.”

You leaned into his hug and let yourself relax in his arms, to think that he’d gone to your university as a speaker and now you two were dating three years later. Life had you balancing a double life: a dual major grad student and an Avenger who also happens to be dating Iron Man himself.

You sucked in a deep breath and let yourself drown in his scent of mechanic’s oil and his signature cologne. There was something about it that just made you feel so at home, as you took your time there, Tony took his drawing circles all over your back. He stopped briefly and had begun to write something on your back. It's something that you two had done for such a long time that you smiled when you read ‘You’ll do amazing, you've got it in the bag.’

In return you wrote on his chest ‘thank you for the vote of confidence’ you turned to look up at him and planted a kiss on his stubbly chin. The hairs felt rough on your lips but you didn’t really mind it, you moved out of his arms and walked back to the table he had been at prior to your mishap. He followed you closely and started explaining what upgrades he planned on making to the newer model of the suit. He’d been working on various models for various needs. That afternoon was spent with him tinkering away and you sat on his bench practicing your speech for the final time. By the time you’d finished your speech Tony had finished for the evening and there were whistles and claps coming from behind them. You jumped at the sudden crowd and blushed furiously. The team had been told by Jarvis that you were practicing your speech for the last time in the lab. They’d all wanted to hear it and rushed over, Jarvis was told not to interrupt or to announce their presence.

A few days later you went in for your final and the whole team had managed to get Tony into the classroom without being spotted so that when you got nervous you’d see him and feel at ease. They also knew he’d be there to remind her to breathe and continue on. You’d seen him and smiled brightly, which caused your confidence to grow and finish your speech on time. The classroom erupted into shouts and cheers, they’d absolutely loved your speech, the deep research you’d done and the dedication you had to your topic. Your professor congratulated you and told you early that you’d passed as top student.

The team celebrated your success and your early graduation with a party. Now that you were done with your schooling you could focus on your career as an agent for Shield, an avenger and inventor alongside the love of your life and your family could life get any better?

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Marvel:

@reigningqueenofwords

@flowerbunbunny

@Zelda2248

@misz-adrii

Tony Stark:

@reigningqueenofwords

@misz-adrii

@starfire56

[ashleyfableblack]

So, bit of a brain-dropping...

Earlier today my wife and I went To the grocers. She'd had a rough day at work and I thought something nice from the deli might cheer my gal up.

We picked up some hot case deli goodness and snacks and headed up front to check out. While we were checking out some young-ish fellah in sweats jogged out the front door. Shortly afterwards, this elderly man, mid-80s or so, came to the counter asking for a manager announcing that he'd just been robbed.

Turned out, the thief had approached him, asking for money to put some gas in his tank, stranded, out of town, bad times. When The older fellah took out his wallet and began to fish out a tenner the guy snatched the wallet from his hands and took off.

This was in front of the deli counter, back of the grocery store, in front of multiple witnesses, middle of the afternoon, "broad daylight" and all.

As I understand it the thief dropped the wallet but made off with some cash. While the victim spoke with security Krissie offered to give him a few bucks to help replace his funds but he politely refused. I'm not sure what happened past that. As I understand things, it was all caught on camera.

I'm glad no one was hurt and I'd like to see some measure of justice done, what there is to be done, but for my part I can't help but wonder at the "why?". What circumstances brought the thief to this?

Make no mistake. This isn't some "BUht iT's cHriStmuSs!" bullcrap. This is empathy for another human being who just did a very stupid, awful, selfish thing that will probably put them in jail.

The victim was ACTUALLY going to help him. He was giving him The money when he robbed him. It's vexing, picturing how violated, betrayed he probably feels. He was showing kindness, generosity, care. Moving forward- The victim and probably every person involved will likely now think twice before helping anyone panhandling.

Why betray such a person? You have to be high AF or desperate to pull something like that, I'd hope. I'd HOPE. I know better but I still hope.

I don't know the parties involved. I'm not aware of their moral character or ethics. Maybe the older guy said "the ___-word" online and the younger guy felt he deserved being robbed? I'm sure there's a forum full of people who'd agree. Maybe he was a war criminal in hiding? OR Maybe he was just some good-hearted person who was taken advantage of. There's NO shortage of those. Maybe the robber was a crackhead. Maybe he was mentally ill. Maybe he has a sick child in the hospital. OR Maybe he was just broke, scared and stupid.

I dunno. I doubt I ever will.

All I keep thinking is "I wish he'd talked to me first."

Dumbass, if you're that desperate for money, I'll help you if I can. I'll give you a few bucks, We can get you a job, look into things and talk it out over a taco. I will buy you a Damn taco, hombre.

Nobody needs to be hurting people like that and I've no sympathy for what he did but I can and do empathize with a person in such dire straits that they consider something life-altering and Damn stupid as a solution to their problem.

Sure, there are unrepentant, horrible people who harm others, repeatedly and without care. There's a crapload of them. There are people who glamourize victimizing others and take joy in their suffering. Many of the biggest smiles in ALL of the most openly warm and accepting groups conceal horribly narcissistic beings who think nothing of the lives they continue to poison and destroy. For them, I have nothing more than a claw-hammer, a can-do attitude and a woodchipper.

Was the thief one of them? I wish I knew.

Kindness. Mercy.

Empathy.

It's the first tenet.

It's OUR power and our responsibility- a freedom we can choose to give or not.

I know that the me from a couple decades ago would've made some snarky, dismissive crack about the thief and washed my hands of him. I'm FAR from perfect but I'd like to think the me of today is a better woman than that. Ave Lucifer.

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Rio & Buster

Rio: Do you think I need to report or tip the deliveryman for taking advantage of the unlocked front door? Rio: can't decide Buster: Are you sure it was unlocked? Rio: Well I was sure I locked it actually but apparently not Rio: Indie also swears she didn't forget so must've been me Buster: Unless she swore on her stash there's no reason to take it as gospel, babe Rio: True Rio: thanks anyway 😚 they look really pretty in the kitchen window Buster: Hold on, I didn't send you anything Buster: What kind of delivery was it? Rio: Yeah, tbh, I didn't think it was you Rio: but I was hoping Rio: [the picture] Rio: they look kinda cheap Rio: cannot work out who they're from Buster: Is the address right? Maybe they're for next door but yours was open Buster: Fuck it, throw them out and I'll replace them for you Rio: There isn't one, there's like nothing Rio: Maybe Drew's planning to give 'em to someone Buster: Ask him Buster: Could also be one of Indie's friends, you said they were cheap, like Rio: Awh, how sweet Rio: yeah, I'll ask Rio: how are you anyway? Buster: Better before I was worried about your home security Rio: Don't be Rio: You've never forget to lock up before? Rio: Be Drew that'd be 😥 Buster: Course not Buster: My parents would kill me Rio: Guess you have more stuff to steal Rio: luckily we've just been gifted something so that's as good as you can hope I suppose Buster: No bullshit, are you okay? Rio: It just shook me up a bit Rio: but now I've had time to calm down Buster: You can stay here any time and for any reason Buster: You know that Rio: I know Rio: I promise I don't need that though Rio: even though I miss you Rio: wish you were here Buster: I miss you too Buster: I'll come and see you this weekend Buster: Move some shit around Rio: Can you? Rio: don't if you can't Buster: I can Buster: And I want to Rio: I wish they were from you Rio: not an unsubtle hint Buster: I don't need any hints Buster: I just ordered some Buster: But we can track the delivery on these, like Rio: I love you Rio: see who gets here first, you or the flowers Buster: I love you Buster: But they better or else we are gonna have to have a word with whoever the fuck delivers shit to your place Rio: 😂 Rio: its not quite that rough that the postie throws it and runs Buster: Says you Rio: What does that mean? 😏 Buster: It means I've only got your word for it since I can't exactly forgo the hotel and sleep over Rio: You'd prefer your hotel, I'm not gonna oversell it that hard, like Buster: I ain't gonna deny that either Buster: Unless you stayed there and left me alone at the hotel Rio: That just ain't gonna happen Rio: never ever Rio: least no one here is really keeping that close a check on where I am Rio: much easier Buster: Yeah fuck knows where I'm gonna say I am if anyone asks Buster: I'll obviously think of something as per but the standard excuses are gonna start sounding like they are exactly that one of these days Rio: I know Rio: be easier if visiting your sister was a little more in question Rio: but that would require actually doing that so Buster: As much as I love you, babe Rio: I know Rio: she's settled well though Buster: No need to try and make any friends when she's got Junior, is there? Buster: He more or less guarantees her an easier life Rio: Alright for some Rio: lucky he's such a nerd they let him skip Buster: Exactly Rio: Why you gotta be so overachieving, huh Rio: I'm so bored without you Buster: I didn't get put forward a year, I'm clearly not working hard enough actually Rio: Nah, you just don't have crazy genius brain Rio: which I think is probably a good thing Rio: and your school would never, doing everything by the 100 year old book Buster: Cheers Buster: For the compliment and the reminder Rio: You know you're still going to get everything you want Buster: Course I am Buster: I've earned it despite my lack of a genius level IQ Rio: Are you mad I called you not a genius? Buster: Like you said, it's a good thing Buster: Fuck being a weirdo Rio: Bit rude Buster: Come on Rio: You don't need to call anyone a weirdo if you're not mad Buster: You know what I mean Buster: I'm perfect as I am Rio: Okay Buster: Don't get mad Buster: Just 'cause I ain't Rio: 🙄 I'm not Rio: shh Buster: Convincing Rio: Well I will be if you keep going on Buster: Behave Rio: Come over and make me Mr. Perfect 😏 Buster: Friday afternoon Buster: Soon as school's over and done with Rio: 😾 I guess I'll behave then then Buster: Are you gonna be perfect? Rio: Aren't I always? 😇 Buster: You know you are Buster: But you also know I wanna hear you promise Rio: I promise I'll be perfect for you Buster: Good girl Rio: Buster Buster: Rio Rio: You're so rude Rio: distracting me Buster: What are you doing that needs your full attention? Rio: I'm trying to cook Buster: I'll leave you to focus then, yeah? Buster: Wouldn't wanna be even ruder or anything Rio: Don't you dare Buster: You know I always dare Rio: Oh, so we're playing now? Buster: Yeah Rio: And you aren't playing nice Buster: I didn't make any promises to be Rio: Me either Rio: 'til Friday Buster: You can't help yourself though Buster: You're an angel Rio: For my sins Rio: and yours Buster: What sins are those? Rio: If I need to remind you, then its really been way too long since we last did a visit Buster: Or I need to remind you how heavenly everything we've ever done together is Rio: I wouldn't mind that reminder Buster: Call me Rio: [does] Buster: Tell me the kitchen ain't on fire Rio: It ain't Rio: Dinner is gonna be late Rio: but we'll all survive Buster: Well I'm not sorry about that Buster: I've gotta wait til Friday to have dinner with you Rio: I can't wait to cook for you Buster: Don't make me miss you more Rio: You wait 'til I have my own place proper Rio: treat you like such a 👑 all day every day Buster: I'm not sure I can wait, baby Buster: Jesus Rio: Next time your parents are away, tell me and I'll get the next flight Rio: never guaranteeing a free house here but we can play then Buster: Hold on, I'll check the calendar Buster: [a date] Rio: It's done Buster: Easily Rio: then when you go uni we can be together all the time Buster: Every day Rio: Can't we just be 18 now? Buster: I swear I feel older than that already Rio: Me too Rio: its crazy we've been doing all this over 2 years now Rio: never mind everything else Buster: Yeah Buster: Looking at their calendar only proves that my parents treat me like I'm older when it suits 'em Rio: Good for parties Rio: good for me and you Rio: but it must feel so big when its just you in that house Rio: my poor baby Buster: Technically not good enough though 'cause I can't move out or change schools Buster: But I ain't complaining Buster: Especially when I've got you to keep me company if it gets lonely Buster: Just one call away, like Buster: And like you said, the parties and visits mean I rarely am alone anyway Buster: We'd definitely have gotten closer to getting caught if I had different parents as well Rio: It won't last forever, even if it feels like it Rio: best place for you to be right now Rio: and I'll always be here Rio: no matter what Rio: sometimes I forget no one knows Rio: when I'm talking to you Rio: but then its painfully obvious again when we have to hide it Buster: I know Buster: Me too Buster: But that doesn't have to be forever either Buster: We can tell 'em when we're older Rio: We'll have to Rio: I can't just suddenly decide I wanna move to America when you happen to be going too Buster: And when I propose, you won't be able to hide a diamond that big Rio: You can't just say things like that Buster: Don't you wanna marry me? Rio: Of course I do Buster: Good Rio: You really want to marry me Rio: and be with me forever Buster: Of course I do Rio: Buster, I love you so much Rio: how are you real Buster: I could ask you the same question Buster: But I reckon whatever you think makes me unreal does the same to you Rio: You're just Rio: I'm just so glad you're in this as much as I am Rio: we want the same things Buster: I've never half arsed anything in my life, I'm not about to start with the most important part of it Rio: That's why I love you Rio: you're so dedicated and passionate and Rio: fuck Buster: It's for you as much as it is me Buster: I ain't forgotten the future you want Buster: I'm gonna give you everything Rio: Just marry me now Rio: Jesus Buster: Not until you can openly wear the ring every single day Rio: Okay Rio: deal Buster: I'll get you something else to wear in the meanwhile Buster: A ring that's not so obvious Rio: Baby Buster: I fucking love you Buster: There needs to be another word for it that's more descriptive or whatever Buster: Just more everything Rio: I get it Rio: I get you, you get me Rio: There's nothing I wanna do where I don't want you with me Rio: other people don't even register, never mind compare Buster: I feel that too Buster: Since I was a kid Rio: No one else could hold my attention like you Buster: 'Cause there's nobody else like me Rio: Not even close Buster: You won't ever regret choosing me Buster: I'll make sure you don't Rio: I know Rio: but it was never a choice really Rio: not in a bad way just in a Rio: I don't even know Rio: like we was meant to be from the start Buster: I know Buster: Like you said, we're the same in that and loads of other shit Rio: Plus you're the hottest boy to ever walk the planet so obviously, you're mine 😋 Buster: Yeah, that too, like Buster: But even if you weren't the most beautiful girl I've ever seen, I'd still want you to be mine Buster: 'Cause you're the best in so many other ways as well Buster: And I'll never be over how perfect you are or what you make me feel like Rio: Stop being perfect and sincere when I'm just trying to live over here Buster: We've established I can't Buster: Or won't Rio: How do you do that Rio: cheer me up Rio: make me forget Buster: 'Cause I always get what I want Buster: And I want that for you Rio: You're the best Buster: I know Buster: So I deserve you Rio: What do you wanna do when you're here? Rio: Aside from have me be perfect, obviously Buster: We need to get you a ring, of course Buster: Unless you want me to surprise you with it Rio: 😁😁😁 Buster: If that's what you actually look like, show me Rio: [the most excited selfie] Buster: Baby Rio: Daddy Rio: tbh Buster: Tell me what you wanna do when I'm there Buster: Aside from saying that again, obviously Rio: 😏 and again and again Rio: Hmm Rio: just be with you Rio: I don't care what we're doing, as long as its what we wanna do Rio: makes a change from my routine Buster: Well that's the least I can do Buster: Don't worry Rio: I'm never worried Rio: not when I'm with you Buster: Good Buster: You're safe with me Buster: Even if you forget to lock every door Rio: I won't Rio: I'm not a total idiot Buster: I know how smart you are, babe Rio: 🙄 Buster: Don't Buster: I'm serious Rio: Its whatever Rio: I don't need to be smart Rio: just work it Buster: You are though regardless Rio: Whatever you say, babe Buster: You gonna listen to whatever I say? Rio: 🙉🤭 Buster: Alright then Rio: Awh, you mad at me? Buster: Is that what you're trying to do? Rio: Maybe Rio: has it worked? Buster: Try harder Rio: 😤😠💪 Buster: Come on Rio: . Rio: That's me not replying, 'cos nothing makes you madder than being ignored Buster: Well played Rio: Thank you Rio: If I do it for real will you call me again? Buster: How could I resist? Rio: Don't Rio: only me who's gotta resist talking to you Rio: which is really really hard Buster: I'll make your efforts feel worth it Rio: 😣 Buster: I promise Rio: Okay Rio: I can do it Buster: Prove it Buster: [calls]

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Bee omg congrats on 1k!!! I absolutely loved that event you did for 900 followers, could I request the "My dog got off the leash and I've been looking for him for an hour and somehow he managed to end up with you who I may or may not have the biggest crush on" prompt with Kirishima and fem!s/o?

TYSM MY DUDE, HOPE YOU LIKE THIS!

Kirishima Eijirou

As much as you hated to admit it, you often weren’t the one who walked the family dog as you were always able to get off the hook by explaining how tiring schoolwork was and now that you were in the hero course at UA, you had even less time to do so. Still, somehow you had ended up being the only one home and after about an hour of your dog whining and jumping around you, you finally had to give in and take her out.

Your little trip out already started out badly because you completely forgot to bring a bag with you, so when your dog did her business you were left to simply walk away in shame as an older woman who walked past you shook her head at you.

Following that, you never realized how much your own dog tugged at the leash when walking and you already knew you would probably have blisters from how hard you had to clench the leash in your hand, but when you were half way through the park and your dog layed eyes on a squirrel, you had no chance as she tugged so hard you fell face first and before you had the chance to regain your bearings, the leash had slipped from your hands and your dog was off in a mad dash chasing after that stupid squirrel.

You felt like you spent all afternoon searching for your dumb dog after that and you could have sworn you circled the park at least three times. You were starting to worry that maybe your dog had gone past the park’s limit and if she were anywhere in the whole city…you would have a very hard time finding her.

Because your worries were beginning to worsen, you were incredibly relieved to turn the corner to head to the parks entrance only to see your dog laying on her back happily wagging her tail as she received a belly rub from a stranger, only when you got closer you realized they weren’t a stranger at all.

“K-Kirishima!?” You practically squeaked, already horrified at the idea of your ridiculous dog bothering the one person you would hate to give a bad impression of you. It was embarrassing how clearly you felt you had been crushing on him, but he hadn’t seemed to notice yet, and while you loved every opportunity you got to talk to him, this was definitely not the situation you imagined.

“Oh (Name), hey! Is this your dog?” He beamed, giving you one of those cheery smiles that never failed to melt your heart all the while continuing to give your dog very undeserved loving.

“Yes! I mean yeah, I-I’m so sorry! She got away from me like an hour ago, I’ve been looking all over for her!” You breathed out, quickly making your way over to the two of them but not having the heart to start immediately yelling at your dog like you originally planned.

“Oh that’s alright, she’s not causin’ any trouble.” He said, giving your dog one last pat before standing up from his crouched position and stretching his arms above his head. “She’s really cute though! Guess she gets it from you.” He chuckled out awkwardly, scratching at the back of his head with what you swore was a faint blush dusting his cheeks, but once you processed what he had said, your cheeks were beginning to feel just as warm.

“Oh, yeah I mean..don’t let that cute face fool you!” You joked, stumbling over your words a bit as you fiddled with the leash that had taken its rightful place in your hands again. Part of you wanted to run away as quickly as possible, but the other wanted to stay and chat. If you’d noticed that Kirishima was currently nervously bouncing from one foot to the other, you would have realized that he seemed as indecisive as you, but his thoughts were a bit more bold compared to yours as he accidentally interrupted your next words.

“…Well I should probably get go-”

“Are you doing anything Friday?”

His words seemed to even surprise him as the two of you simply stared at one another with wide eyes for a moment before he cleared his throat and began to nervously fiddle with his thumbs.

“Oh sorry, I uh..I mean, sorry to keep you!” He exclaimed, already kicking himself for picking the worst time to finally man up and ask you out, but for you there could never possibly be a ‘bad’ time to be asked what you were praying to god he would ask.

“No, no that’s ok! Er, yeah, I don’t have anything going on Friday..what’s up?”

“Oh..” He stopped, looking at you with surprise as if he weren’t expecting you to even ask before that bright smile spread from ear to ear and he spoke up once again with a bit of pinkness fanning over his cheeks yet again. “I was going to ask if you’d want to go to the movies! O-or something like that, I mean, if you want to obviously!”

You had to laugh at first only because you couldn’t imagine turning down such an offer, hell you’d never even imagined he’d be the one wanting to go on a date with you, but despite how much your heart was racing that didn’t stop you from nodding eagerly. Before you had the chance to even open your mouth, however, you felt a rough tug to the forgotten leash in your hands that almost knocked you over again as your dog began tugging in the opposite direction, seeing something you obviously didn’t as she began to whine.

“I’d love to! I mean a movie sounds totally awesome, but I-” You were cut off after being tugged backwards again before you turned to give Kirishima a sheepish smile. “I don’t think she’s gonna let me stay and talk about it though. But you can call me! If you’re cool with that..”

“Yeah! I mean, absolutely!” He practically cheered, his cheeks beginning to hurt from how much he was smiling, but with how happy he was to hear that he could honestly care less. “Ok so I guess I’ll see you friday then?”

“Totally!” You responded, his contagiously sparkling smile almost making you forget the anxious dog who was currently tugging you along on your way, but even your dog couldn’t distract you from the fluttering in your chest and the excitement that was already bubbling up within you. “I’ll see you friday!”