#and IT TOOK A LONGER TIME FOR ME TO REPLY SRRY

[henneseyhoe]

Just One More. | 3

Lewis Hamilton x BLACK!FEM!Reader

WARNINGS: reader isn’t that included in this one since she’s away (srry lolzz), pure FLUFF, short but i’ll probably redo this cause i don’t like the beginning that much.

SUMMARY: just lewis being a softie with your daughter while you’re away ^3^

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It was 8PM at night and your house was louder than a zoo. Granted, you and your three boys weren’t there and instead watching through your phone as your daughter ran rampant through her closet, her father chasing her around with items of clothing. Half naked and hair soaked wet, she was working on getting herself undressed again after a bath.

You could tell she drove poor Lewis up a wall that day.

You and your three boys decided to go on a camping adventure near the lake, your daughter refusing to go and get quote “bit up outside”, end quote. She was only four and as spoiled as ever. When you told her she can’t stay home because everyone was going, she cried for an hour until her father cracked under pressure and agreed to stay back with her, even though Lewis would have loved a dip in the lake and some time away from the city.

You couldn’t do anything but laugh at your phone screen, pressing the record button to capture the moment.

“Darling, please! Daddy is tired and needs his sleep. Please put on your pajamas and get in bed”

He begged her for what seemed like the hundredth time, but the girl was too busy pulling her head out of her shirt and running into a wall. She got back up with no tears to Lewis’s surprise and took a dive into her princess themed bed, closing her canopy to hide from her dad.

Lewis lets out a huff and walks over to the bed sitting down right beside it with a look of defeat on his face. Hearing the presence of her father near her, your daughter erupts into a fit giggles, peaking her head out from the pink curtains.

“You got me, daddy!” She squealed with a smile on her face that was soon replaced with confusion. “what’s wrong?” She asks, wondering why her daddy no longer wanted to play with her, even after most of the days consecutive hours of it.

See, usually Lewis had help to balance out her energetic ways, you taking over whenever Lewis was tired and vice versa. Now that you weren’t here, even one kid alone was tiring when only running on a few hours of sleep.

Layla hadn’t yet understood that her parents weren’t robots that could just keep playing with no breaks. Sometimes she didn’t pick up on the cues when she had gotten a bit much to handle.

Climbing off of the bed, she fits herself into in Lewis’s lap and lays her head on his chest, giving him a hug.

“I’m just a little tired, love. That’s all” He reassured her with a pat on her semi wet braids, already knowing he’d have some serious frizz to tame in the morning if he let it dry that way.

“I’m tired too” Layla replies, thinking of how much she missed her mother now. “Will you read to me please? And the book mama reads, the one I like” Lewis pulls back from the hug to look at his daughter’s face, smiling.

“Yes, I can read to you. But first, let’s get you officially ready for bed”

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“And that’s how the cow jumped over the moon, and the stars” Lewis ended off the book with a drowsy toddler cuddled right in his arms. She had begged him just before the story to lay in bed with her also, giggling at how her father’s socked feet stuck out from the end of the bed because of his height.

“I wanna be a star one day” Your daughter confessed sleepily, making Lewis chuckle.

“Like…In space?” He asks to be sure and she nods.

“I dunno about becoming one but…If you reach high enough into the sky, you can catch one” Your little girls eyes brightened at her fathers words, Lewis smiling down at her as he tucks her into her covers.

“Really, daddy? You’re lying…” She says with her eyebrows knitted together, becoming unsure of the possibility that she could go so high that’d she’d capture burning light. Lewis nods and kisses her forehead.

“No lie. I almost did it once”

“Once when?” She squints and makes a face of skepticism, a mannerism she got directly from you.

“Hmmm…Just before you were born, actually. I remember praying while your mom slept, and I looked out the hospital window and saw two shooting stars as bright as your eyes. I reached out to catch them, but they were so hot that I let go. Fast forward an hour later, you and bubby were born” A wide smile grew on the little girls face, her little hands using her beaded braids to hide her blushing.

Lewis laughs and moves her hands and hair from her face before kissing her cheeks.

“So I was a star before I was a baby?” She inquired just after a yawn, Lewis humming at the question.

“Yeah. You and Bubby were stars”

In the morning you would wish you had caught the moment in real time as you slept with your phone placed on your stomach and your three boys lightly snoring by your side, but you’d be grateful you pressed that record button to capture the memory digitally instead.

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💌— Yippee! more fluff!!! 🤭

[cookierunauprompts]

Im tryna cook here so hear me out on this : what if SMC(shadow milk cookie)​&reader are in the same trope of Rudolph​&Catherine from dangerously yours?(it may not be same-same kidda wipe cuz I didn't watch the movie yet lol(srry not srry))​ : It's started from reader got send by the witches to spy keep eyes on the old ancients(before corrupted-after corrupted)​but suddenly reader fell in love with one of them(aka SMC)​and so do he,but then after he and the other got corrupted he become obsessed toward them(obviously)​but then he started to realized that the witches are planing to seal him and the other fallen ancient​s away cause​ of their actions of being corrupted and cause choas on earthbeard, so he conveice reader to tell him how to get to the witches(reader's witches spy and have their own specific way to contact/went to face the witches)​ and get him and his friends revenge on the witches but reader ran away instead and not telling him,and in the end they met each other​ again at the silver tree where the witches was going to seal them in and the line between reader&shadow milk will be like : "your time is up" "do you think actually going to let it happen?to let them seal me?to seal us?!" "..i mean just that" "....... well then go ahead" "i'll get this over with" "You won't do it,you won't let this happen...you won't because you love me."-"it takes a very brave and and a very cold person to do that,(y/c/n)"-"I don't think you can..."

Note / I think amma gonna end it here and I'll let u imagine it on ur own😭actually it was gonna be longer than this but I accidentally delete half of it so my lazy ass just tell me to get this over with😔(no any​one's oc x canon pls I beg u(Im srry))​

throwing this into the Warden Reader AU, because silly.

Requested Prompts #44 - 💔💓

The words of the witches ring through your head as you stand ready in your position. " You have to be there, Reader Cookie." They had said. " For you are the only one who can see through his deception, it's how we know that the seal will truly work on them all." You knew what they'd really meant, but it was whatever. This was your purpose, what you were made for. There was no defying your own destiny when your were chained to it. It was an anchor dragging you down into the abyss of the sea, dread it, run from it, hide from it all you wish but it will still drag you down all the same. And then, you saw him. Your destiny made personified right in front of you in the form of a far too large blue cookie. Shadow Milk Cookie, the Cookie of Deceit as Elder Faerie had put it. The grin he wore was wide, yet not open enough to look insane as it usually did. His eyes were focused on you, keeping track of each and every action you took and each reaction you displayed. Such analysis befitted the former Cookie of Knowledge, but only fragments of the past were left in the beast before you. He'd strayed from how the witches made him due to the power of the soul jam, all of them had. You steel yourself after a mere millisecond of hesitation, pointing your spear at him with determination. " Your time is up." You coldly announced, not daring to let anything else slip into your tone. He'll use anything to get the upper hand, all you need to do is to distract him until the seal is prepared. His grin widened. " You mean you're actually going through with this? You're actually sticking by them, even though they're betraying you?" He asked, almost mockingly in tone. You knew not to search his expression for a hint of genuineness in his expression like you did in the past, and yet you did for just a moment. And maybe there was something, but you stopped yourself from looking. " ... I mean just that." You replied. You watched as he shrunk down, each step he got smaller and smaller until he was just a bit taller than you. " Well by all means, go ahead my dear." He said almost cruelly, taunting you by laying his head upon the tip of your spear. You hesitate, " This will be your finale." you state to his amusement. He smiled, an airy chuckle seeping through his lips. " You won't do it, you can't bring yourself to let this happen. All because you love me." The beast taunts, pressing his neck closer to the blade in a way that was just enough to draw forth a few droplets of his blueberry jam. " It takes a very brave and cold cookie to do that, I don't think you can."

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Or, what happened before the witches sealed the beasts in the Warden!Reader timeline, and during.

[byuqi]

༊*·˚ YOURS TRULY (TEASER)!

# PAIRING: racer!jungwon x racer!femreader

# SUMMARY: when yn accidentally stumbles across a new racing ground, she doesn’t expect to see yang jungwon. one of the most good-looking and annoying people she’s ever met. but its fine bc they’re just friends..right?

# GENRE: racer au!, sorta enemies to lovers, friends 2 lovers, fluff

# WARNINGS: under age drinking and smoking, swearing, topics like dr6gs, su1cide, self-h4rm and bullying mentioned, angst, guns, murder (no one does it, jus mentioned), reader has at home issues, jealousy, possessive (jungwon🤭), rich af jungwon, player jungwon, he can be a bitch at times <3

# FEATURING: le sserafim, skz, itzy and many other groups will be mentioned.

# PLAYLIST: on actual fic, srry😍

# WORD COUNT: 377 — teaser, 5-8k — actual fic

# EI’S NOTES: teaser bc im working on the actual fic rn

“what’s it to you yang?” you crossed your arms as you looked at his back. jungwon stopped walking, turned around and made eye-contact with you. “what’s it to me?” he asked with a menacing tone as he slowly approached you. “youre walking around this party wearing revealing clothes and expect me to keep calm when every guy is looking at you in a suggestive way?” you moved a step back.

“not only that, you have been trying the whole night to catch other guy’s attention when im standing right here.” he took a step closer. you could smell his minty breath as you took one more step back, back hitting the wall. “and worst of all, is you’re pretending our kiss didn’t even happen” his arm slammed against the wall behind you, caging you so that you couldn’t get out. he slowly wrapped his arm around you waist and kept a good grip there.

“so don’t ask me dumb shit like this yn, not when you’re only mine” he said with fhe last part being barely above a whisper. you gulped and licked you lips as they suddenly felt dry. you stared at him in shock, not moving an inch. jungwon slowly released from his hold on you and walked back until you grabbed the collar of his black leather jacket with your one hand.

“who said i was pretending it didnt happen?” you whispered as you eyes went down to his lips and quickly back up to his eyes. “i did” he replied bringing his arms back around your waist. “why? because im not acting clingy like your hoes used to?” you said with a fake pout on your face, teasing him. jungwon kept quiet. you smirked as you leaned up to his ear. “im not one of your hoes jungwon, so don’t treat me like one” you whispered. you leaned back down and gave his a kiss on his cheek, letting it linger for longer. “got it?” you said as you fixed the collar of his jacket and smoothed it down. jungwon looked at you silently. “good” you said as you removed his hands from your waist and walked back to the party, leaving jungwon with a lot to think about.

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[sqtorux]

first angst drabble!! i cannot write angst without tryna cryy :(

okk here it goes HELP srry this took while say i had go school to catch up works i miss when sick

imagine nanami sending you texts every time when he goes out for mission it start with "hey how are you?" and at night he give you heads up "mhm comin home late." it's always was a routine, one mission was going be his very last he text you sweet messages how he Forgot kiss the kids good Moring since he went early but he promise to you when he comes back he give them a sweetest night kiss, you guys texted back and fought before he had to go, he sent you a message d before he had to go, you were to focus on the Kids you didn't see it pop up, minutes went hours you were so worried you texted your husband wondering where he is, you saw a text that you missed "if anything happens, I love you." you reply back "promise?" why reply to someone who not on earth anymore?

WHHE2321MNEWD

(this was a diff idea i wanted when everyone was using reader and when she finds a boyfriend, Gojo he just like the same and uses her too tell me if u want this drabble to i thought it was bit mean!!)

-🐱 anon

honestly could go a little something like-

the day starts with the lovely morning text from your husband as usual, smiling to yourself at the endearment he called you and the apology saying he forgot to kiss your lovely daughter before he left. he'd make up for it when he arrive though, you had no doubt.

checking your phone right after you wake up to read your husband's text was your daily routine even before kento became your husband. it just didn't feel like your morning was complete without doing so.

this particular morning however, you find yourself crying for a reason you can't find yourself to pinpoint.

you: i think my period is coming, im getting emotional for no reason. come kiss me better when you arrive!

✓ 6.54 am

you set your phone down and take a moment to bask in the small rays of light falling from your windows into your room and sigh, wiping your tears away. you could really use morning kiss right now.

"mama!" your daughter scurried over to your bed and threw her tiny body over yours earning a giggle from both your mouths. you place a chaste kiss on her forehead and a second one, for kento. it was a charming moment until your daughter's smile disappeared.

"mama are you crying again?" you find your hands rubbing away the tears that happened to run down your cheeks. what is up with that?

"momma's fine, baby. how about we surprise papa with his lunch today? he forgot to give you your morning kiss hm?" you tuck her hair behind her ears, her own eyes slowly turning teary.

"you're doing it again" she pulls away from your hold, a frown now found itself on her adorable face.

"doing what baby?"

"talking like ... like papa is still here. i don't like it."

that's when it hit you. her papa, your husband wasn't here anymore. you knew it, you do but somehow it does not make sense. how could nanami be dead when you've just received your morning text like you always used to when he was here?

you scrambled among your sheets desperately searching for your phone to prove to yourself, more than anyone, that nanami was alive and well. of course he has to be.

however you were only met with disappointment and that nauseating feeling of jumping off somewhere high when you opened your chats to his number.

you: i think my period is coming, im getting emotional for no reason. come kiss me better when you arrive!

[message not sent. this number is no longer in use.]

! 6.54 am

ah. it wasn't for no reason that you were emotional first thing in the morning. it was your body mourning for the love of your life that your mind forced itself to forget about his death.

omg this concept of reader imagining/hallucinating beloved used to be one of my favourite tropes!! pls the way my world paused when i read your drabble because i knew it was angst but i didn't know it was about THIS topic crying crying

also im so glad to know you're better now, enough to go to school hehe i hope the workload isn't too heavy to catch up on <3

[arminsumi]

hii !! ok so i LOVEE your work and i was just wondering if you could do an armin texting hcs? kinda like how he would text, random things he would text you about, would you be able to prank him, would he text you at 3am with random facts, sexting etc <3

AND I LOVE U 🥰enjoy, sugarplum hope i delivered hehe

˗ˏˋ꒰ 📱 ꒱ TEXTING

MDNI

░ 🐬 Armin x gn!reader

⚠️Cws; fluff, sexting, drunk texting mention

░ 📱Armin's an old-fashioned emoji kinda boy, he especially always uses this =D and this XD . Besides that, his most used emojis include; 🥺👻😔🏖️ and you bet he uses full-caps when he's excited. OMG are you coming to the party?? cuz then i might come too 🥺

░ 📱yes armin definitely uses lower-case for aesthetic and lazy reasons unless it's Y/n he always capitalizes that and expect to never see a single punctuation in sight

░ 📱Most of his texts to you open with just your name, and then whatever is on his mind follows in

segments

afterwards

like

this

░ 📱He will NEVER dry text, even if he's really uninterested in the conversation. And when he's interested? Expect paragraph-length replies! He just has a lot to talk about all the time.

░ 📱His status is definitely something about the ocean, like: 🏖️i just wanna be by the beach or something goofy as hell like: 🐚5'6 single looking for a shell

░ 📱Oh he falls for pranks alright – so easily, too. But he catches on quickly, and plays along so he can turn the tables and get you back. mmm yeah i knew you were messing with me i just played along 😈

░ 📱Texts you links to his favorite songs or documentaries on yt, sometimes he gives you notes in case you missed a class.

░ 📱But wait till his 3 AM texts. He might be drunkenly giggling over his phone, boldly telling you how you turn him on. Or he'll be having an in-depth conversation, or giving you penguin facts 🐧did u know they cuddle together for warmth isnt that so cute???

░ 📱Texts you and Eren simultaneously when he's confessing, or even when easing into sexting. He needs reassurance that his replies are good, y'know? They gotta be reviewed before being sent off 🤭EREN Y/N REPLIED WITH THIS WHAT DO I DO??? HELP

░ 📱He's so unexpectedly smooth with sexting. Well, ahem, to you of course. On the other side he is losing his mind, giggling and kicking his feet, rolling in his bed. Boy goes crazy over even vaguely suggestive replies from you.

░ 📱He can hardly part with his phone when he's texting you. Even when he has to go off to shower, he might just take his phone with him in the shower. A-and perhaps a few months after dating, he sexts you while in the shower... 👀🚿wish you could join me :(

░ 📱Armin's got the perfect balance of teasing and indulgent; he'll hold back from being too detailed about what he wants to do with you in bed... but he'll also tease you enough with his texts to get you turned on in an instant.

░ 📱He'll never admit it but he's definitely gotten hard by your flirty texts. Even the subtlest flirting. Whenever he texts srry gotta go for a bit i'll be back tho =D you bet he's taking care of somethinnn 👀and then he'll come back with sorry i took longer than expected omg

[baroquebucky]

grasp

soulmate au where when you touch your soulmate you see glimpses of your future with them; the winter soldier touches you and realizes there’s so much more out there

series masterlist // previous // next

part four

word count: 4.5k (worth it omg)

masterlist

a/n: hi bffs !! hope u all enjoy this chapter i am v proud of it :] let me know what u guys think i love reading ur feedback and talking w you guys !! (srry for any typos :P)

You were giddy with excitement, texting steve that you were ready to be picked up when he was ready. Your hands fiddled with buckys dog tags, a smile on your face while you waited on the couch for Steve.

It had become routine for you to join steve on his visits to wakanda to visit bucky. T’challa had been kind enough to allow you to tag along, saying soulmates should never have to deal with all the two of you had gone through.

You phone buzzed with a message from steve letting you know he was on his way. The excitement in your chest grew, having so many stories to tell bucky.

The drive and the flight felt long despite you sleeping through most of it. Finally stepping out into the fresh air and greeting the royal family, making small talk with shuri as t’challa and steve walked towards where bucky was staying.

“i should get going, I’ll be sure to meet up with you tomorrow so we can talk about it!” you smiled brightly at the girl and she nodded, waving you off.

Shuri had been kind enough to tell you about the designs for Bucky’s new vibranium arm, she had asked for you opinions and what you thought he would prefer. It warmed your heart and had brought the two of you closer together.

Bucky knew you would be coming, he made sure his long hair was tied neatly, his heart racing as he heard steve approaching. He smiled, taking in a deep breath and checking himself out in the mirror one more time.

Steve knocked on the side of the hut twice, a smile on his face as he waited for his best friend to move aside the bright curtains. Bucky opened them with a smile, saying hello and pulling steve in for a hug.

“you know you can just let yourself in right?” Bucky joked, “wheres y/n?” he asked as soon as they pulled apart. Steve rolled his eyes, a playful smile on his face.

“don’t even care about your best friend anymore?” Steve joked and bucky frowned, “kidding, kidding, she was talking with shuri about something, should be here in a bit” he smiled at his friend a bucky nodded, moving so he could enter his little home.

You walked quickly, excited to finally be with bucky after two long months. You couldn’t stop the excitement that grew in your chest, heart racing as you got closer to him.

Finally you reached the hut, knocking three times before stepping away slightly, focusing your sight on the goats next to the huts. The sound of the curtains moving brought you attention back, making you turn your head back.

Bucky smiled at you, before he could say anything you threw yourself into his chest, wrapping your arms around his waist.

“well hello to you too doll” he joked and you giggled, not bothering to let go of him. As you pulled away you beamed up at bucky, saying a breathless ‘hi’ before he smiled back at you, a charming smile on his face as he kissed your cheek.

The two of you walked in, hands intertwined as you joined steve the three of you falling into easy conversation, talking of your recent missions and adventures.

“no, yeah steve got his ass handed to him” you laughed, the blonde rolling his eyes and mouthing a ‘no,’ bucky rolled his eyes at his friend, knowing he probably did.

“so you took down how many people?” Bucky asked you, a proud smile on your face as you replied.

“eight guys” you boasted, “didn’t even break a sweat” you smirked. Steve and bucky looked at each other before laughing, bucky pulling you into his side, kissing the top of your head.

“you didn’t even leave your bed the next day from how sore you were!” Steve teased and you frowned, moving to punch him.

Bucky wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you into his lap. You landed with a huff and Steve grinned at you.

“you never get sore it’s not fair” you shot back, bucky resting his head on your shoulder.

Steve shrugged his shoulders, the three of you continuing to bicker and laugh until the sunset. You were leaning on Buckys chest, his arm wrapped around you as you rested your eyes. Steve and bucky reminisced on some fight they had in the 40s laughing at how minuscule the problem now seemed.

“I’ll leave you two for the night, it was good seeing you buck” Steve smiled, the three of you getting up from your spots.

“it was good seeing you too steve, glad to know you can still hold your own” he joked and Steve laughed, the two men hugging tightly before letting go. Steve turned to you, a smile on his face before moving towards the door.

“I’ll come get you in the morning” he called out, letting the curtains fall behind him.

Bucky let out a small sigh of relief and you looked at him, shocked at his action.

“i know you didn’t just let out a sigh of relief because he left!” You gasped and bucky blushed, turning to you before crashing his lips onto yours.

You melted into the kiss, letting yourselves get lost in the other. Your hands played with his hair, it was longer than last time. The two of you pulled away breathless, hearts racing.

“cant do that when he’s around darling” Bucky smirked, leaning in to kiss you quickly a couple more times, soft giggles leaving your lips as he beard tickled your face.

“still rude” you teased, placing soft kisses on his face as the two of you sat down, cuddled up as close as possible.

Bucky chuckled, looking at you with starry eyes and a bright smile. He swore you had never looked so pretty, sitting there with the moonlight peeking in and lightning up the small hut.

“stating is rude you know” bucky rolled his eyes, leaning in to kiss you, smiling into the kiss when you pulled him in for another.

“missed you so much doll” he mumbled, your foreheads pressed against one another, eyes closed for a second before pulling away.

“not a day goes by where i don’t think of you James” you sighed, heart sinking as you realized you would be leaving him once more in the morning.

Bucky noticed the shift in your attitude, placing his fingers under you chin and moving you to look at him.

“i promise you,” he mumbled, placing a kiss on your forehead, “once I’m free from all the shit HYDRA did to me, were gonna be together” he smiled at you softly.

“just wish it could come faster” you frowned and bucky nodded, a small smile on his face as he placed another kiss on your forehead.

“we have forever to be happy baby” he spoke, turning to you, “right?” you smiled, heart fluttering at his words.

“I’m yours forever lovebug” you assured him, moving to kiss his cheek.

“and I’m yours forever dollface” he smiled, heart racing the thought of a forever with you. Bucky wished he could fast forward and just be happy with you. But he knew he had to get through this, he just had to fight this final battle and he could be free.

Just one more fight and he could be happy, with you.

Morning came far too soon for either of your liking, waking up to the sun shining in your eyes. Your legs tangled with Buckys and his arm wrapped securely around your waist, holding you tightly.

“buck” you grumbled, wiggling to try and get out of his grip. You gave up when he never budged, waiting a couple minutes before trying again. “James” you called out, he moved a little, eyes fluttering open and landing on you with a smile.

“mornin doll” he mumbled, voice raspy and deep from sleep. He loosened his grip and let you wiggle out, stretching and letting out a yawn.

“goodmorning” you smiled sweetly, grabbing a couple things before getting ready. Bucky laid on his side, a sleepy smile on his face while he watched you get ready for the day, heart sinking a bit when he realized you would be leaving today.

“wish you could stay longer” he mumbled, his words weighed on your shoulders, causing you to slump a little and frown. You turned to look at him after you had finished getting ready, giving him a soft smile before sitting across from him.

“i do too angel, but you know how things are” he sighed softly, getting up and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

“we still have at least two hours before steve comes, get up so we can enjoy the time we’ve got” you beamed, a bright smile on his face. Bucky admired that about you, how optimistic you were even in such an unfortunate situation.

Deep down you were upset, you were hurting and you were angry that the two of you had to go through so much to be happy. You shoved away those emotions, choosing instead to focus on what little time you had with him.

Bucky got ready quickly, giddy to get the day started. You helped him feed the goats, giggling as their fuzzy lips tickled your hand when you fed them.

“i named this one butter” he smiled, pointing a light colored sheep, “he’s kinda chubby” you teased and he gasped, a hurt expression on his face.

“i cant believe you come here and insult my goats, i raised them! they’re my children!” He teased and you rolled your eyes, walking towards him with your arms extended, he huffed, turning away from you. Laughing when he so easily melted into you after wrapping your arms around his waist, your head resting on his back.

“sorry for bullying butter, i am once again asking for forgiveness” you teased and he let out a low hum, you rolled your eyes. “I promise to not insult your goats-” Bucky turned around, brows furrowed and you groaned.

“i promise to not insult your kids, and i will give you all the kisses you want” you finished, arms crossed and bucky looked at you with a boyish smile, leaning down to kiss you.

It was quick, but it was sweet and made you swoon, smiling as he continued to pepper kisses all over your face. You yelped as one of his goats rammed his head into buckys leg.

“seems like someone wants your attention” you teased and he smiled, continuing to place the hay out along with a couple other things for them to eat.

The two of you were sitting along the bank of the river, sharing stories of what you had missed between your last visit.

“y/n!” Steve called out and your heart fell, a tight smile on your face when you saw the way Bucky’s expression fell. You squeezed his hand, kissing his temple before standing up, pulling bucky up with you as you walked back towards the hut, grabbing the backpack you had brought.

The two men talked for a bit while you gathered everything, double checking that you didn’t forget anything. You smiled as you rummaged through your backpack, holding the stack of letters you had written for bucky from the past two months.

You handed them bucky with a smile, apologizing for your handwriting in some of them.

“i already put yours in your bag doll, my handwriting is amazing” he teased and you punched him lightly.

The goodbyes always hurt, the way your heart tugged in your chest, like it was telling you to stay, that you were meant to be together.

You always ignored it, letting it only resurface at 3 am when your heart hurt and you longed for your soulmate.

Just this last fight, he just had to be truly free from HYDRA and you could be happy.

“don’t worry lovebug, I’ll see you soon” you comforted him, holding him tightly before letting go.

“see you soon” Bucky smiled, his heart sinking as you and Steve walked away, laughing when you turned around and waved at him, a bright smile on his face.

Before leaving you met with shuri, offering a couple more inputs on Buckys new arm before saying goodbye to her, she gave you a tight hug before letting you go.

You did see them soon. Although the circumstances were different. It wasn’t a ‘yay i get to see my soulmate and my friends and have a good time!’ visit.

It was more of a ‘oh god this purple guy wants some crazy crystals and is gonna kill half the universe with them please help’ kind of visit.

The plane landed and you greeted the royal family as usual, nervous as you followed shuri to her lab. Everything was moving so fast and your heart was in a frenzy. You had arrived earlier than the others, shuri sending a jet for you so you could be there when bucky got the arm.

You gasped as you saw the final product, a smile on your face as your fingers ghosted over the black and gold arm.

“shuri this is incredible!” You praised and she smirked, shrugging her shoulders.

“it’s what i do” she replied, closing the box before calling T’challa over so you could go give the arm to bucky.

“we think you should give it to him, explain to him what’s going on and all that” shuri spoke, T’challa and okoye nodding at her words.

“but-” okoye cut you off, her words gentle.

“it’s whats best for him” she assured you and you nodded, taking a deep breath as you waved goodbye to shuri.

T’challa and okoye accompanied you, a soft smile on your face as you saw him throwing the hay bales for his goats. Your smile grew when you noticed he had since gained two new friends, two cows laying down and one standing close to him.

“good to know you made new friends while i was gone” you called out, smiling as bucky looked at you with wide eyes. A smile on his face as you walked closer to him.

“doll!” He grinned, walking over to hug you as T’challa set the box down on a bale of hay. “what’s happening what’s going on? It hasn’t even been two weeks since last time” he questioned, looking at the two behind you.

“not that I’m not happy to see you but” he cut himself off, noting the fact you were suited up for a fight. You interlaced your fingers and sighed softly.

“c’mere” you spoke softly, pulling him along to the box. You have him a soft smile, letting go of his hand and opening the box.

He finally looked into the box, the shiny new vibranium arm gleaming in the sunlight. His heart fell. That’s why your heart was in frenzy, that’s why okoye and T’challa were so tense.

“wheres the fight” he spoke quietly, eyes not leaving the metal arm.

“on the way” T’challa spoke and he nodded. Okoye and T’challa left the two of you alone after explaining to bucky how to put the arm on.

You were silent, petting the goat you recognized as butter while bucky put the new arm on, changing into his suit while he was at it. Your heart ached.

One more fight, you had told yourselves for the last two years. Just one more fight and you could be together and be happy.

But the universe was cruel and decided to make the two of you wait longer, to put yet another barrier between the two of you and happiness.

it’s okay, after this fight everything will be okay

The words rang in your mind, letting out a shaky sigh. How bad could this fight be? It’s not like you hadn’t fought countless other villains before.

Bucky walked out suited and ready to go, though he was reluctant he knew it’s what had to be done. You gave him a small smile, shamelessly checking him out, not bothering to hide the smirk on your face.

“you know, under any other circumstances i would definitely not let you leave that hut” you teased and he blushed.

“I’ve only seen you suited up a couple times doll and it makes my heart face everytime” he shot back and you rolled your eyes, thinking back to when you and steve visited him immediately after a couple of missions.

The two of you walked hand in hand, getting a feel for his new arm as you made it to the plane, greeting steve with a smile and reluctantly saying hello to Sam.

You stood with bucky and Sam as you saw wakandas defenses go up, your mouth opened in awe as you watched it.

Not long after you saw something hitting it, breaking apart as it made contact and you and Sam flinched a bit.

“god i love this place” bucky spoke, watching alongside you and Sam. You heard Rhodey speak up not moments after.

“don’t start celebrating yet, we got more incoming outside the dome!” He called out, your eyes wide and you saw multiple things falling, planting themselves into the ground.

You let out a shaky breath, bucky bls your hand for a moment, squeezing it and kissing your temple.

“one more” he whispered and you smiled, nodding your head. “one more,” you repeated, hope blossoming in your chest.

You stood alongside bucky, looking back in awe as you saw all the hundreds of people, all ready to fight. Your stomach was in knots, your hands were shaky and you looked at bucky.

A small smile made its way onto your face. You would be okay.

“they surrender?” Bucky asked as steve, natasha and t’chalks returned.

“not exactly” steve sighed, you watched wide wide eyes as you all hundreds- maybe thousands of those things running towards the barrier.

You and bucky began shooting, taking out some of the ones which had made it through, sam and Rhodey already in the air. Your heart was thumping in your ears as you heard T’challa giving orders to open the barrier, bucky looked at you, eyes sparkling as he smiled at you.

“we’re gonna be okay, i promise doll” he assured you and you nodded, taking in a deep breath before taking off in a sprint alongside everyone. As the barriers opened, all of them got in, it was all a blur, shouts and groans coming from all around.

You shot as many as you could, making sure to try and keep everyone safe. You had lost bucky on the battlefield, everyone clashing. You didn’t have time to look for him as you continued shooting.

One of them knocked you over and you let out a groan, reaching for your ankle and swiftly stabbing it in the neck, cutting it open for good measure and rolling away before it’s blood could land on you.

You took the knife out, immediately throwing it and hitting one of them in the head and killing it before it could reach you. You were breathless as you continued to fight, running out of bullets.

“fuck” you whispered, eyes wide as you saw one of them running directly towards you. Scrambling to took one of your knives from a body on the floor, trying to throw it before the creature got too close. You were too late, by the time you turned around it had tackled you to the ground, sending the knife clattering to the floor.

You used all your strength to keep it from biting your head off, screaming as your limbs almost gave out.

You heard the sound of thunder above you, a bright light in the center of the battle field. You sighed out of relief when something hit the creature off of you, smiling widely as you realized who it had been.

Thor.

You got up quickly, grabbing another gun from the floor and laughing lightly when your eyes landed on the god of thunder, he was joined by a raccoon and some tree. You felt a weight lift off you shoulders.

“you guys are so screwed now!” Bruce cried out, joyous as he saw his friend.

“Bring me thanos!” Thor cried out, lightning emitting from his body as his eyes glowed, hitting the ground and electrocuting all the creatures around him.

You continued to shoot, frantic to try and minimize the number of the things on the field. It seemed like they would never stop coming, an infinite amount of them constantly bombarding you all.

The panic arose in your chest, you continued shooting, focusing on the endgame. You just had to finish this fight. You and bucky could get through this.

Your eyes were wide as you heard a deep rumbling, watching in horror as what seemed like giant spikey wheels erupted from the ground.

“fall back! fall back now!” T’challa cried out, your eyes searched for bucky, landing on him quickly and running towards him.

“y/n!” He called out, sighing in relief as he you ran next to him, stopping when you both saw wanda take some of them out.

“thought you were hurt” he spoke loudly between the gunfire, the two of you standing back to back as your shot.

“I could find you i got so worried” you replied loudly, glancing back and seeing a creature getting ready to pounce on the two of you.

“get down!” You yelled, pushing bucky to the ground and taking the knife he had strapped to his waist.

You reacted quickly, ducking slightly and thrusting the knife up into the air, the creature effectively cutting itself open, its insides pouring out as it flopped to the ground.

You helped bucky up and he smiled at you, in awe of your actions.

“thank you doll” he sighed out and you nodded, smiling for a second before going back to fighting.

“vision needs backup!” You heard over your earpiece, you and bucky turning to look at each other, nodding before taking off in a sprint towards the woody areas.

As the two of you arrived you stopped, catching your breath before realize how eerily quiet it was. Bucky looked over at you, concern on his face.

“‘M fine” you panted, wincing when you stood up straight, “just out of shape is all” you teased and bucky smiled.

“only you would make a joke while we’re about to face the most powerful being in the universe” he spoke and you smiled.

“if i don’t then who will” you shot back, walking quietly in search of the titan.

Your eyes landed on the rest of the team, running towards the titan and easily being thrown to the side, you and bucky ran together, raising your guns.

Neither of you even got a shot out before being tossed into the surrounding trees, wheezing as your back hit the trunk. You rolled on the ground, winded as you held your side.

Bucky recovered quicker than you, rushing to your side and helping you up.

“are you alright darlin?” there was worry in his voice and you managed a nod, moving to stand up, he threw your arm over his shoulder, helping you up.

You stood up with a wince, arms wrapping around him, holding him tightly and kissing his cheek before pulling away. You picked up your guns, handing one to bucky.

“ready?” you spoke and he nodded, the two of you ran to where you had last seen thanos.

Your heart dropped as you saw the mad titan snap his fingers, a bright light flashed before your eyes and bucky shielded you with his body.

When you looked back you saw his arm and the stoned sizzling, your eyes were wide and your lips trembled. No. No. this can’t happen.

“what did you do?!” Thor yelled, panic in his voice. Thanos quickly looked around, opening a portal and leaving into nothingness.

You walked over to steve quickly, bucky trailing behind you.

“Whered he go?” You spoke quietly, “where did he go!” You shouted.

“y/n?” You heard bucky say from behind you, steve and Thor looked over.

You turned your head, your eyes meeting with Buckys blue ones. The same baby blue ones you had seen on the highway, the same ones you saw on the helicarrier and when he found you after SHIELD fell.

It was the same bright blue eyes you would look into while cuddling by the lake when you visited him in wakanda.

They were wide, full of fear and panic as he looked at you and back to his hand as it turned to dust.

“bucky” you whispered, going to reach out to him, his legs turning to dust beneath him. You ran to catch him, wanting to hold him and tell him it would be okay.

You were to late, getting only a handful of dust as you reached for him. You felt your heart break in your chest, a pain you had never felt before. Falling to your knees you touched the ground, letting out a shaky breath and trying to calm yourself.

You shook your head, teary eyes as you watched those around you turn to dust.

“Sam!” You heard Rhodey call out. You could hear okoye shouting for t’challa.

You looked at steve in thor, hot tears in your face as you sobbed quietly.

You looked at your hands, ready for them to turn to dust, you could see the way they shook even through your teary vision.

A moment passed and nothing happened, you looked at your legs, expecting them to fade away but they never did.

No. No, not again. You shook your head, bringing your hands to your chest and curling into yourself.

“i cant lose him again” you whispered to yourself, “not when i was just getting him back, not when he was barely in my grasp”

You wiped away your tears as you heard natasha run to where Rhodey, Bruce, rocket steve and you were. You watched silently as steve flipped over visions body, your stomach hurt at the sight of it.

“what the hell is happening?” Rhodey spoke, looking around as steve let himself fall to the floor.

It was quiet as all of you looked around, natasha’s eyes landing on your broken expression. Your eyes were red, and you looked at steve, hoping he knew what to do.

“oh god” he let out, breathless as he looked around.

“I’m yours forever doll, no matter what happens” bucky smiled at you, his eyes bright as you bit your lip to hold back your smile. You handed him a gun, everyone around you running to get in position.

“and I’m yours forever my lovebug, we can get through this” you assured him, holding out your pinky as he quickly looped it in yours, bringing it to his chest and pulling you into his arms.

“one more fight” you whispered, the hope that you had wilted away, you grasped onto the flashes of the future you had seen.

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son of wolves IV [park chanyeol and byun baekhyun]

summary: your entire life, you’ve fought bravely to defend the walls of your home from the evil forest spirits of the spearwood trying to destroy it, alongside your family, friends, and your betrothed, baekhyun. until you’re infected by the evil that resides in one of these spirits, and you run away from home, before it can spread to those around you. it’s in your exile, wandering through the spearwood that you meet the wolf prince, a tall man of hardened eyes, few words, and a fiery temperament, raised by these spirits you’ve so grown to resent. it’s here that you begin to question everything you’ve ever known, and wonder whether the evil was out here, in the forest, or inside the walls of a place you once called home.

pairings: hunter!baekhyun x reader, wolfprince!chanyeol x reader

genre: reverse princessmononoke!au, ANGST, fluff, slow burn, enemies to lovers, fantasy epic, war au, wolf!au

warnings: reader was drugged, language, MAJOR violence tw (gun violence and stabbing to be specific), animal death, threats of violence, loss of consciousness due to head trauma, body horror, horrible writing!!!

song recs: leave a trace - chvrches // lost it to trying - son lux // i will never die - delta rae // the legend of ashitaka - joe hisaishi // victory song - stray kids // pray for me // the weeknd & kendrick lamar // garden song - phoebe bridgers 

word count: 10.0k

a/n: im srry this is so late pls dnt hate me

this is the final chapter of sow!! i’m so glad i finally finished it. i love this fic, i really do. but this is SOO overdue.

main masterlist // story masterlist

A fog hung over your head. You could barely see three feet in front of you, and everything was hazy. What you knew was that you were in the inner circle—it wasn't as cold. The sound of paws and feet crunching against the snow wasn't that far away from you. It stopped a few seconds later.

"Hello?" You called, slowly walking towards the sound. "Chanyeol?"

Again, the sound of paws and feet, but this time in the opposite direction. You reeled, now unsure of which way to go. A sense of dread was beginning to pool in your stomach. 

"Sehun? Junmyeon?" Your voice was small and shaky, taking one step forward. "Chanyeol?"

You stood still, waiting for a sign, a sound. The forest was dead silent. When you tried to take a step forward, your body turned rigid. Every single hair on your body stood straight up. 

And then, you began to shake. Just as the fog cleared, and two figures appeared in front of you. Both of them beaten bloody, chests heaving, eyes burning with rage. Chanyeol's shirt was torn, and there was a cut running across his chest, staining the ruined fabric. Tears were streaking his dirt stained face. 

Baekhyun's left cheek was swollen, quickly turning purple. His right cheek was bleeding. But he seemed more steady. His sword was drenched in drying blood. 

And then you noticed the wolves. 

All four of Chanyeol's brothers lay dying all around them, warm crimson melting the snow as they bled out. You could hear them whining in pain as they did, legs twitching in pain. 

You tried to call out to them, but you choked on black tendrils, bursting through your throat. Your jawbone cracked as they did, tremors wracking your body as you gagged on your cries of pain. All you could do was watch in horror as they charged at each other, hurling curses and obscenities at each other. 

The tremors in your body intensified, your injured arm cracking as the black, oily coils shot forward, wrapping around your throat.

Spots danced across your vision, your head beginning to pound as you couldn't breathe. Your vision lost focus, eyes blurring with tears. 

The last thing you saw was Baekhyun's sword impaling Chanyeol's chest, the iron bursting through his back. As his younger brother's blood splattered across his face and neck, Baekhyun's face broke into a sadistic grin. 

A horrible laugh rang throughout the forest, and you awoke with a start, hands grabbing at your neck to unwrap inky coils that weren't there. You were sweating and your chest was heaving.

Slowly, you sat up, blinking furiously to allow your eyes to adjust to the sunlight. You could tell that it was still relatively early, maybe before nine.  When you caught your breath, you wiped the sweat off of your brow. Your throat felt itchy and your head was pounding. Getting up was one thing, walking to the door was another. You were disoriented and dizzy, nauseous, even. You jiggled the door, and sighed when it wouldn’t budge. 

You glanced towards the window, even though you knew it was too small for you to jump out of. Rubbing your temples and letting out a deep sigh, you tried to push all of the events of last night to the back of your mind, Baekhyun’s betrayal refusing to fade to the back of your head. You lay down on the bed again, processing everything you knew now.

You loved Baekhyun, you really did. Yesterday morning, when he had kissed you, you felt relieved that you were in his arms again. 

But Baekhyun’s kisses, contrary to what you had originally thought, no longer felt as comforting or as safe. Even before he had thrown you to the wolves, metaphorically speaking. Chanyeol’s lips on yours permeated your mind, the memory stuck in your head. 

You found that the more you tried to pull away from the thought of that tall, mysterious man, the tighter his grip became—deep down, you knew that only in coming closer would you be released. Vaguely, it reminded you of the toy your father had brought you once when you were a child, woven out of thin strips of bamboo. Sticking your index fingers in, and then trying to pull them out was impossible, as the toy stretched and its hold got tighter. However, when you pushed them together, the toy expanded, and your fingers were released.

Were three weeks even long enough to fall in love? Two, considering the fact that the first week he basically wanted to kill you? You weren’t sure. All you knew was that right now, Chanyeol’s safety, as well as that of his brothers and of Selyne, was all you wanted.

Your thoughts were interrupted with the sound of the front door. You turned to face the door, waiting with bated breath. Had they returned so soon?

You were disappointed when the bedroom door swung open, Yixing standing awkwardly in the doorway. He stared at you, emotionlessly, before he sighed and stepped inside. Your eyes watched his every move like a hawk, and scowled at him when he sat down on the chair where your clothes were. 

“I’m here to do a check-up,” He told you, “You’re still recovering.”

“What, from my cold induced madness or the huge stab wound in my back?” You spat. He looked down, face not changing. He almost looked ashamed.

“I’m sorry you see it that way.” His voice was quiet. “I brought you some food and some water. You can eat that and then we can get started. I know you must be hungry.”

He pulled out a bowl wrapped in fabric, as well as a canteen from his bag. When he showed you what was inside—rice and some beef—you lifted your gaze to meet his eyes. After last night, you weren't sure you ever wanted to eat anything again. Yixing shook his head once he realized. Which meant he knew.

"There's nothing in it," He said, sounding earnest. "I promise, Y/N." 

You would have refused, but the pounding in your head seemed to be unending. It didn’t take long for your resolve to crack. You drank almost all of the water in the canteen, and you practically inhaled the meal. 

“The troops left three hours ago. About a hundred and twenty soldiers total. Baekhyun, Minseok and Jongdae are leading them,” He informed you, fiddling with his clothes and staring at the walls. 

You didn’t reply, too angry to do so.

When you finished, you allowed him to do his check up. He asked you about how you were feeling, how certain parts of your body felt, like your legs and your chest, if you’d been feeling dizzy or nauseous. He was done fairly quickly, and as he packed away the now empty bowl, spoke up again.

“Remember the time Jongdae dared me to sneak out into the Spearwood when we were younger?”

“When Minseok misfired and shot you?” You asked, raising an eyebrow. “Yeah. How could I forget after the way your dad almost punched Min?”

He let out a soft chuckle, but there was no joy behind it. “I spent about three hours out there. I never told you guys, but I got lost pretty quickly. I panicked once I realized I didn’t know where I was. I thought I was gonna get killed by some animal in the name of the gods or something. You know how I panic.”

You nodded, humming, unsure of where he was going. “It was summertime,” He continued, “So it wasn’t as quiet as it is now. And about halfway through those three hours, I heard branches snapping behind me, and… this thing sounded big, Y/N. I-I just about shit my pants when I turned. Because I had never seen a bear so close to me before, and it was huge, and it was headed towards me.”

He looked up at you, eyes full of awe. “I was so freaked out, it didn’t occur to me to try and shoot it or to play dead or anything. All I could do was stand there, trying not to scream or provoke it. It walked right past me, and kept walking straight. I thought I should run or hide, until it turned back to look at me and… she spoke to me. Well, not speak, it was more like—”

“Like an echo in your mind,” You said, sitting up straight, “That… that was Mirren.”

He nodded, a ghost of a smile gracing his face. “She wasn’t anything like they told us she would be. She was so… kind, and gentle. She knew I was afraid, and she promised she wouldn’t hurt me if I didn’t hurt her. And I was a 19 year old idiot who had a sword. I wasn’t going to try and kill a goddess. So I followed her, and she took me as far as she could without being seen. We barely spoke. But when she told me to keep going, because that was as far as she could go safely, I was so grateful. I… I never would have expected that kind of mercy and kindness from one of the gods, not after everything we were taught. And then twenty minutes later I got back to the wall and Minseok misfired.”

Yixing furrowed his eyebrows, staring at his hands in his lap. “That Chanyeol guy. He’s pretty much the only link between the human world and the forest, right?”

You nodded.

“So if he died or if Selyne died… the forest would lose its only possible bridge between the two. And that would make it harder for them to understand us, or to communicate easily.”

Again, you nodded. Yixing shrugged. “For us, that’s a good thing. The gods would have to communicate directly with us, and we could take them down when they’re vulnerable.”

You nodded, looking to the side and gnawing on the inside of your cheek. Why he felt the need to rub it in made no sense to you, why would he—

“Which is why it would be a shame if you were to escape.”

Your head snapped forward to look at him, eyes widening. He sighed, obviously nervous. When he spoke, his voice was quiet. “It would be a shame if you were to overpower me and lock me in this room. An even bigger shame if you were to know that your bow and quiver are in the stables, and that the guards patrolling the east gate change shifts in about… fifteen minutes. A huge shame, really.” 

You just about stopped breathing, staring at him wordlessly. Yixing raised an eyebrow. 

“Are you going to do anything or do I have to knock myself out?”

“Why can’t you just say that I locked you in here?”

“What, you really think they’ll believe that?”

You stood up, shaking your head. He was right, but that didn’t make you feel any better about knocking Yixing’s lights out. “Thank you, Xing. I can never repay you.”

Yixing waved his hand. “You don’t owe me anything, Y/N. If anything, this is me repaying my own debt.”

You sighed shakily, and Yixing stood up. “Please don’t hit me too hard,” He said. You smiled, and shook your head, before throwing up your fists. Before you could do anything, he held up his hands. “W-wait, wait.”

“What?”

“Kick Baekhyun’s ass,” He ordered, “His head’s been getting too big for his shoulders, anyway.”

You smiled sadly, before nodding. “I’ll try,” You answered, and took a deep breath. “I’m sorry.” 

Yixing shut his eyes, grimacing. “Do it.”

With one final deep breath, you swung at his temple, and Yixing fell to the floor. You checked to make sure he was knocked out cold, tapping his face slightly, and setting off when he didn’t come to. 

You changed into more suitable clothes to wear in combat, and slung on your snow boots and a dark blue cloak.

Before you left, you walked into the dining room, and looked towards the floor, before something glinting in the low sunlight caught your eye. Heart splintering, you picked up the necklace, and tucked it into your pocket.

This would have been so much easier if you’d been let out before the sun came up. You placed the hood of your cloak up, hiding your face and keeping your head down, hoping to not draw too much attention as you walked towards the stables. Thankfully, the path leading there was still relatively empty given that it was before ten. 

When you got to the stables, you found your bow and arrow hung on the wall, right next to Ivan’s stall. For a moment, you considered taking him with you, but decided against it. It would be too hard to sneak a reindeer out in broad daylight. You would simply have to run as fast as you could and hope that luck was on your side.

So you hid the weapons under your cloak, and made your way to the east gate, where, just as Yixing had said, the parapet atop it was empty. And once you had broken the lock, and were outside, you were gone. 

Immediately, you realized that the energy in the Spearwood was different. The air was crisper, seemingly even colder. If the forest had been quiet the first time you stepped into it, you could practically hear the sound of your blood rushing throughout your body. A few minutes into your walk, it began to snow, and you found yourself shivering already.

Once you were out of sight of the parapets, you removed your cloak briefly, placing the quiver and bow over it rather than under it for better access.

Being alone in the snow, with everything you knew now, filled you with an odd sense of nostalgia. If a month ago, someone had told you you would willingly march into the Spearwood to try and end the war, you definitely wouldn’t have expected this to be your course of actions, and you certainly would have expected to have different motives. 

You did your best to retrace your old steps, but the past 24 hours, the fact that it had been three weeks since you came this way, and the difference in lighting made it significantly harder. You walked for about forty minutes, cautious enough to listen for the footsteps of anyone who might have followed you from Ironbend.

And while eventually you did hear footsteps, they definitely weren’t from anyone you were expecting. The fast sound of paws thumping against the snow, racing at you from behind barely gave you time to turn and spot the giant mass of white fur bounding towards you. With a soft, “oomph!” you were tackled to the ground, tumbling a few times before finally landing on your back in the snow. You opened your eyes to meet a familiar gaze. 

We really have to stop meeting like this, y’know, Sehun declared as he stepped back, it’s weird.

“You’re the one that tackled me,” You argued, sitting up and brushing off the snow that was on your cloak. “What are you doing so far out of the inner circle?”

Sehun shook himself off, before staring at you seriously. Emergency patrol. Mama sensed danger. 

 “She was right,” You said with a nod, “Is she safe?”

Why would she be keeping herself safe? He sounded kind of exasperated. 

“Because she’s the target, Sehun. The three troops they brought out are looking for her.”

All of the playfulness in Sehun’s demeanor seemed to evaporate. Shit. Junmyeon knows where she is. Get on. I’m taking you to him.

You got on his back, and he huffed slightly at the new sensation of having to carry you. Sorry if it gets bumpy. I’m not really used to having people ride on my back... That’s usually Junmyeon’s job.

“Shut up, you overgrown spoiled baby,” You answered warmly, “It’s okay. As long as we get there in one piece.”

Did you get there in one piece? Kind of. You had to cling onto him and lower yourself to basically lie on his back. Otherwise you bounced too much and you risked falling off of him. The wind ripped your hood off, whipping your hair in the process and drying your eyes. 

He slowed down once he approached a clearing, where you could easily see the brown wolf standing in the white snow. He turned once he heard Sehun’s paws. When he noticed you, he seemed rather taken aback. 

Y/N? What are you doing here? Why did you even leave? He asked when you got off of Sehun.

“I needed to warn you. All of you. Selyne is in danger.”

She’s the warden of the forest, he pointed out, I think it’s an occupational hazard.

You sighed, annoyed at how willing the both of them had been to brush off your warnings so easily. “This is different. More than a hundred men are in the forest right now—all of them armed with guns, I might add—trying to find her, because they know that if she dies, Chanyeol loses his link to the forest and any hope for negotiation and bridging the spirit world and the human world is gone. You need to warn her, now.”

Junmyeon, evidently stunned speechless, looked between you and Sehun for a few seconds, before his gaze settled on you finally. We knew about the troops. We didn’t know about their plan. How did you find out? 

You pursed your lips. “My… I used to be close to their leader. He’s… the swordsman.”

Shit, Sehun swore. 

Fuck, Junmyeon agreed.

“Y/N?” 

Your eyes widened at the distant sound of the deep voice, turning your head to see Chanyeol, trudging through the snow. His eyes were wide, and when he recognized your face, he began walking faster. 

Of their own accord, your feet started moving in his direction. You ignored the voices of Sehun and Junmyeon trying to catch your attention. He sped up again, now making his best attempt to run to you, even though the snow passed his ankles. Your heart pounding in your chest, blood roaring in your ears, you sped up as well. As the distance lessened, you took in the familiar features. The pelt that kept him warm, the mask held back atop his dark hair, his cheeks streaked with blood he’d painted on, the round earrings dangling from his prominent ears.

Finally, he was within arms reach, and he reached out his arms the same way you did. His gaze was desperate, almost unbelieving that it was really you. The two of you collided, lips smashing against each other as his hands gripped you in several different places, like he was trying to make sure you were tangible. First at your waist, then your back, until finally, they gripped your face tenderly, calloused hands holding your face. Your hands wrapped around his neck, standing up straight to reach his lips. 

The state of catharsis his desperate kisses gave you confirmed it. You knew in your heart who you wanted. 

 When Chanyeol pulled away, you wiped away the snowflakes that had fallen on his cheeks and nose. “Y/N,” He murmured, “You came back.”

You nodded, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

”I had to,” You said softly, nuzzling your nose against his cheek, “I needed to warn you about what’s coming.”

His face fell slightly when he heard your reasoning, but he didn’t step away. “Y/N, I… I shouldn’t have let you leave. A-and I shouldn’t have said those things I said. I was… scared. I’m sorry.”

You shook your head, breaking away. “Right now, we can’t focus on that. I need you all to listen to me. I know what the troops are trying to do.” 

He nodded, eyes turning serious. “Come on,” He said, turning you to face the clearing. The two of you paused when you noticed the two other wolves sitting in the clearing, watching you bemusedly. 

I told you something happened, Jongin said to Kyungsoo, Now you owe me your next part of the hunt. 

Chanyeol scowled, and had this not been such a serious moment, you would have laughed. The two of you walked back over to the quartet, where you greeted them all properly. Not wasting any time, you went over the basics. How you’d been found by Baekhyun and taken back to Ironbend, what you told the Council in an attempt to get them to consider a truce, how you managed to escape. Baekhyun and his plan. The danger that Selyne was in, and by extension, the danger that Chanyeol was in. 

“She needs to hide, now,” You told them once you finished, “Chanyeol, you might need to hide, too.”

“I’m not going to hide,” He fired back. “This is my home. They’re threatening my mother. I’m not about to stand back and let them do it.” 

You stared at him, gripping his forearm. “Chanyeol, Baekhyun knows. He told me he would kill you.”

“And I’m telling you I’ll kill him.” Chanyeol’s eyes were wide, serious. “Y/N, I’m more expendable than Selyne is. If I die, it’s a major setback. If Selyne dies…”

It’s the beginning of the end for us, Kyungsoo completed, The magic of the forest will become unbalanced if it loses one of its Pillars. 

And if the magic of the forest becomes unbalanced, we lose our strongest wall of defense, Junmyeon agreed. It’s our job as our mother’s sons to lead in her place in moments when she can’t. One of those moments is now. Chanyeol has to fight.

You clenched your jaw. “Fine,” You bit out, “But someone needs to go warn Selyne, right now.” 

Chanyeol and I can go. Jongin, Kyungsoo, you both need to gather the other wolf packs. Call the bears as well, any other animals that can defend the forest. Foxes, coyotes, birds of prey, lynxes. Call the raccoons if you have to. This is life or death. Junmyeon straightened his posture. Sehun, you show Y/N how far the troops have gone. Stay hidden. Let’s rendezvous in an hour and wait for Kyungsoo and Jongin with the reinforcements.

  We’ll go as fast as we can, Jongin said, before turning to Kyungsoo. Let’s go. 

Sehun lifted his head to gaze at you. You heard him. Get on.

You nodded, turning to Chanyeol, who was about to get onto Junmyeon. “Wait.”

Chanyeol’s eyes softened as you approached him, reaching into your pocket. You tucked the necklace into the palm of his hand, closing his fist around it. “Be careful,” You begged him, “I didn’t betray an entire village just for you to get yourself killed.”

He gave a soft smile, his other hand grasping yours. “I’ll come back to you,” He promised. You peered into his eyes, wanting to say so many things.

Gross, Sehun interrupted, and Chanyeol’s smile disappeared immediately. “Don’t be a dick.”

He’s Sehun, Junmyeon mumbled, giving something akin to an eyeroll, Kind of impossible for him not to be. Now come on, we need to go now.

Chanyeol offered you one small, final smile, before he and Junmyeon sped off. 

You turned to Sehun, getting on his back. “Is it that hard for you to not be an asshole?” You asked, tone warm and teasing.

You all love me anyway, he replied. His cheekiness was not missed. The two of you took off immediately afterwards. You remembered to lower yourself and stay close to his back. Sehun explained that the magic of the forest was affecting the troops, leading them on the wrong path.

They’ve been going in circles for about two hours now, Sehun snickered, But we can’t just let them trample through the forest without teaching them a lesson. 

“Be careful once we get closer to their location,” You said into his ear, “They’ll probably have scouts patrolling within a few hundred meters of their formation on all sides.”

I’ll keep that in mind. 

The pair of you slowed to a walk, and you got off of him, pulling out your bow and nocking an arrow out of caution. Silence reigned over the forest, making the sounds of your boots crunching in the snow cringeworthy and deafening. The two of you were nearing the top of a hill, approaching its steep summit. As you approached it, the sound of stomping and snow crunching became louder and louder. You swallowed the lump in your throat, slowing significantly.

You stopped at the sound of a familiar shout. The boom of the voice actually made Sehun’s ears lower, the wolf flinching at the noise.

“Regroup!” Jongdae yelled, “We’ll stop for ten minutes.” 

You stared at Sehun, who in turn gazed at you before cocking his head at a large boulder that should give you both some cover. Slowly, as quietly as possible, you both approached the snow cap rock, before Sehun peeked over the edge of the rock. 

They’re at the base of the hill. If you’re gonna come over here, be careful. 

You leaned over the side of the rock, releasing the tension in the string of your bow. 

120 sounded like a lot of men, you realized, but the visual was somewhat underwhelming. They easily fit in the large clearing at the base of the hill. Seeing them all huddled together in the cold brought you an odd sense of comfort. 

Seeing Byun Baekhyun and his two lackeys had the opposite effect.

Baekhyun, Minseok and Jongdae were excellent military strategists. They were better than you, that was for sure, and you came from a long line of military leaders. They worked even better when the three of them worked together. In previous campaigns in other places, they’d done great damage with even smaller troops. You knew damn well that they would turn this relatively small group into a well oiled killing machine, and use each man to the best of their ability.

Still, you knew they had some weaknesses in their formations. Every formation did. They were very susceptible to being attacked from the back. It would catch them off guard very easily. 

What are you thinking? Sehun asked.

“They can be very vulnerable from the back,” You whispered, “This is their standard formation. I doubt they’ll change it now that they’re this deep—takes too much time, lowers their guard. See the back line? Those are the reserves. They’re generally the strongest men, but they’re more spread out. That’s where Baekhyun, Jongdae and Minseok are, also—their leaders. The ones meant to be fodder are generally put on the front line.”

That’s… interesting. But an attack from the back would mean taking out a small group of strong opponents, and then fighting a larger group. That’s… not ideal. We would tire ourselves out.

“There are bound to be more than 120 animals in the forest willing to defend it,” You pointed out. “They’re used to combat at a distance, especially with the shoulder guns. If we can approach them and overwhelm them, we might just be able to get them to retreat.” 

You watched as Baekhyun, Jongdae and Minseok had a quiet discussion between the three of them, Jongdae’s hands gesturing wildly. 

“Jackasses,” You grumbled, before stepping back safely behind the boulder. “Have we seen enough?” 

I think so. It looks like they’re going to keep heading west. Which is good. Mama’s den is east. Let’s get back to the rendezvous point. 

You nodded, exhaling softly. You stole one last glance at Baekhyun before you and Sehun trudged down the hill, putting some distance between the troops and you both before you mounted the wolf and broke out into a run. You kept your eyes open as he ran, hoping the winds would dry the tears in your eyes.

You were the first ones back in the clearing. 

“You’re sure we’re in the right place, right?” You asked, just to be sure. Sehun sat, shaking some snowflakes off of his snout. This is where the pack scent is strongest, and I can still see the tracks from where we all split up, so yes. And look, that’s where you and Chanyeol… swapped spit.

“And you say Chanyeol and I are the gross ones.”

Sehun laughed. Well, that’s what it looked like! Human displays of affection are so odd. At first I thought you were trying to eat each other.

You shook your head. “No. Not at all,” You answered with a laugh, “It’s actually—”

Sehun’s head turned, ears perking up. Your speech died in your mouth, watching as a few seconds later, Chanyeol and Junmyeon came into view. They made their way into the clearing, and stopped right in front of you. Chanyeol slid off of Junmyeon’s back, stretching his legs when he did.

It took her some convincing, but Mother is safe. She’s in one of her secret dens, just in case. 

You sighed in relief. “Good.”

We also found Beval and Emyr on our way there. We made sure to warn them.

Well, what did they say? Sehun asked.

Beval is rounding up the birds of prey as we speak. He’s also sending them some heavy snowfall and winds—he called it a welcome gift.

You smiled as the remark before Junmyeon continued. Emyr is rounding up the deer, and he’s sent out a message to any smaller animals to stay in their dens. The deer will be joining us, but they’ll stay at a distance so they can treat the injured.  

“Selyne sends her blessing,” Chanyeol added, looking at you.  “She also wanted me to return this to you.”

Chanyeol stretched out his hand, holding out a familiar black sheath with a leather band. The silver guards and the pommel of the sword seemed to glow in the daylight.

 “So that’s where that went,” You mumbled, more to yourself. You looked up at Chanyeol after you had grabbed the sword. “Thank you.”

He waved his hand. “This is important.”

So, what now? Sehun asked, Wait for the reinforcements?

I suppose so, Junmyeon answered, before eyeing you and Chanyeol. He turned to face Sehun. Mother actually wanted me to talk to you about something. Come on, let’s go. 

What on earth could she want you to nag me for at a time like this? I—

Junmyeon bared his teeth, growling in a move that surprised the three of you Sehun’s words died abruptly. Sehun, he hissed, eyes darting between the youngest wolf, and you and Chanyeol, Come on. 

...Oh. Oh! Okay. Yeah. It’s probably that… thing I was talking about with her yesterday. Okay, yeah, let’s go.

The two wolves stalked off, Junmyeon nagging the entire time.

You looked up at Chanyeol, before tying the leather band securely around your waist. “Alright, we have some time to kill. Do… do you wanna talk about that night?”

Chanyeol slumped forward, looking downwards. When he looked back up, he nodded. You leaned against a tree, crossing your arms.

“I was an ass,” Chanyeol admitted. “I was unfair to you. But… I don’t know, Y/N. I’m just… I was terrified. I’ve never felt so vulnerable with someone else, before.”

“Chanyeol…”

“I love you. I don’t—I don’t know when or how it happened. And I was so angry when I didn’t go after you. And then when I finally did, it was too late. We didn’t find you. I just… lost it kind of.”

He showed you his right hand, where the knuckles were bruised and cut.

“What did you even do, punch a tree?” You asked, furrowing your eyebrows.  

He pursed his lips, ears turning red. “Well…”

You bit back a laugh, and tried hard to hold back the smile trying to break onto your face. 

“Oh, gods.”

“Shut up,” He huffed, trying to hold back his own smile now.

“You’re… you’re really something,” You said. Chanyeol shrugged and his face fell again.

“I fucked up. I shouldn’t have—”

“No, I shouldn’t have pushed you away,” You countered, “I was scared, too. Terrified. But after everything that’s happened since then, I know what I want. I want to stay here, with you, and I want to protect this place.”

“Y-you’re gonna stay?”

You looked down, shutting your eyes. You thought over the life you’d had in Ironbend, all of the friends and family you’d ever known. All of them united under one cause, and here you were, about to throw it all away. Guilt swam in your chest at the idea of having to consider them enemies.

“I want to be with you,” You hummed, grabbing his hand, “And if they knew about us, they would kill me.”

His hand squeezed yours. “I’m not going to let them.”

You smiled sadly. “I’m not going to let them hurt you, either.”

He opened his mouth to say something, when the sound of rustling in the distance caused him to turn his head. Instantly, the two of you reached for your weapons.

It’s them, Sehun called, running back into the clearing. It’s time.

You looked at Chanyeol, who squeezed your hand again. “Let’s do this.”

This would have been a lot faster had it been summer. So many animals were hibernating, and while there were still more animals than there were humans, you still wondered whether or not it would be enough. These animals didn’t have the types of weapons that the humans did, save for your sword, bow and arrow, and Chanyeol’s dagger. 

A total of 361 animals showed up. Chanyeol’s four brothers, and a total of 97 wolves from different packs scattered throughout the Spearwood, for a total of 101 wolves. It made sense to you that the majority of animals would be wolves, given that Selyne was the one that was threatened the most. Other troops included 51 birds of prey, 46 foxes, 29 coyotes, 32 bears, 55 deer, 19 raccoons, 11 lynxes and surprisingly enough, 17 squirrels. 

You weren’t sure whether to be surprised by the fact that squirrels had decided to show up or that the vast majority of them—along with the raccoons—came armed with relatively large jagged rocks to throw at the small army. 

At first, the animals were skeptical of your plan. You didn’t blame them. A human, a foreigner, trying to lead them into battle? It didn’t sound safe.

The plan was simple enough. Wait until the troops reached one of the streams, so that it would be difficult for them to cross. Start an aerial attack with the birds of prey, the squirrels and the raccoons, then the front line of animals would attack the back line. The second, third and fourth lines would attack all around, and eventually the lines would open up towards the north, in an effort to push them back. The deer would be waiting past the stream, out of sight, waiting to work on the injured with their magic. You made sure to explain to them how the guns worked, and what needed to be done to heal the wounds. 

The troops would be given a wide berth on all sides. The signals to attack would be given via howls, or in the case of the birds of prey, a screech.

Each wolf would be leading from a different direction. Junmyeon would be leading the front line with Chanyeol. Jongin would lead the second line, Kyungsoo the third, and Sehun the fourth lines. 

You would be on the front line as well. As the groups separated, the forest seemed to fill with fog. You followed Junmyeon and Chanyeol, who were following the scent of the human troops as they led your group of about 50 or so animals. The only sound you could hear was the sound of snow crunching beneath you. You could barely see anything as the fog hanging overhead seemed to seep into the forest the closer and closer you got. You tried desperately not to think of your dream. 

The wind blew harder as well, whipping your hair every which way, drying your eyes. Snow fell even heavier. It became slightly harder to trudge through it.

As your group came to its waiting point, one of the birds—a hawk, you saw—flew overhead before flying back up into the fog overhead. That was the signal to stop and wait.

Junmyeon stopped, turning back to the group. Chanyeol held his hand up, signalling for everyone to stop and wait. 

You couldn’t see the troops yet, but you knew that they weren’t too far away. The dense treeline simply made it difficult to see anything that wasn’t a hundred meters away. All you could do now was wait. Your eyes met Chanyeol’s for a second, and he flashed you a soft smile. You looked him once over, your heart doing a backflip when it saw the opal necklace resting against his shirt.

“Be safe,” He mouthed at you, and you nodded as he pulled down his mask. 

“You, too.”

The silence of the forest was shattered by a gunshot. You both turned to face the direction the sound was coming from, which was straight ahead. You forced yourself to take deep breaths, flexing your fingers. Your fingertips were numb from the cold. A second gunshot echoed through the forest, your stomach began to sink.

Gripping your bow, you tried to recall how many bows you had in your quiver. 35, 36? No more than 37, that was for sure.

Y/N, You heard Junmyeon say, flinching when a third gunshot came. You nodded once in his direction. Get on. Chanyeol will get off once we’re close enough. Your bow won’t work up close. 

“Okay,” you mumbled, approaching them slowly. “We’re not too heavy?”

It’ll be fine, the wolf huffed, Just don’t take too much time with those arrows.

“Got it,” You answered, getting on, right behind Chanyeol. You made a mental note to suggest a saddle for them—if they knew what a saddle was, anyway. 

“Hold on to me,” Chanyeol murmured, “Don’t pull out your bow until I say so.”

You nodded. “Be careful. Both of you.” 

A fourth gunshot sounded, and you wrapped your arms around his torso.

“I’m gonna kiss you so hard when this is over,” Chanyeol whispered.

Gods, Sehun’s right, Junmyeon grumbled, You two are disgus—

A shrieking noise rang across the forest, and all of the hairs stood up on your body as you registered as the sound of a hawk’s screeching.

Now! Junmyeon yelled, beginning to charge forward, all of the other animals running behind you.

“Wait for my signal,” Chanyeol told you, “Stay alert.”

You didn’t reply, too focused on thinking about what was about to happen. As Junmyeon and the other animals weaved through the trees, you began to see something in the distance, barely outlined in the fog. Two more gunshots sounded, sparks glowing for a split second in the mist, perfectly giving away their location. 

They were closer now. You could hear murmuring, shouting. The sound of running water, albeit a bit softer than the voices. Any second now, they would hear you.

“Now!” Chanyeol told you, as a large, dark mass came into view, slightly blurred by the fog. You pulled away from Chanyeol, pulling off your bow and nocking an arrow quickly.

“What is that noise!?” You heard a voice yell. You couldn’t recognize who it was.

“STAND FIRM!” A loud voice ordered. Jongdae. 

A single figure burst into view, and you knew it had to be a scout. The young man turned, and his eyes widened when he spotted you, grimacing as you aimed your arrow at him. 

His mouth opened wide, and he began to screech, “From the nor—!”

Your arrow pierced his chest, and you forced yourself to look away as he fell to the ground.

“The north!” You heard Baekhyun say, “FACE NORTH! NOW!”

You pulled out another arrow and nocked it as well, just as the troops appeared in your line of vision. You spotted Baekhyun almost immediately, but couldn’t bring yourself to aim directly at him. Instead, as the animals charged, you let it fly into someone right behind him, hitting the man straight in the eye. The arrow whizzed past Baekhyun’s head. His eyes widened momentarily when he saw you on top of the wolf, sitting behind Chanyeol’s familiar face, before it twisted into a hateful sneer. 

“Attack!” He cried, “Fire, NOW!”

The first gunshots were fired, thick rocks still raining down on the men, hawks and eagles swooping down to claw at their faces. 

As Junmyeon turned, he slowed down enough for Chanyeol to jump off. The man pulled out his dagger, charging straight for a soldier of similar stature. 

Your turn, Y/N, Junmyeon said, You run out of arrows and I’ll call in the second line. 

“On it!” You answered, aiming another arrow. 

The two of you made an unlikely duo, working surprisingly well. Junmyeon knew to run slightly away from the fighting, because up close your arrows wouldn’t be much help. Running parallel to the front line, you fired arrow after arrow into the crowd. You even managed to get him to dodge a few bullets. One grazed his side, causing him to yelp, and you countered by sending your arrow into the neck of the man who shot at him. 

Truthfully, you tried not to aim at the people you knew. It was too difficult, seeing their shock and the look of betrayal cross their faces for a split second before you fired your arrow. But that was difficult, because everyone knew you, the same way they knew their father. 

You couldn’t imagine what they must have been thinking, to see someone who they thought would become their leader in the future fighting alongside their supposed enemies. 

All around you, chaos reigned. The rock flinging had slowed down, but birds were still diving down to attack men at random. The men at the other side of the troops were trying to spread out, to extend the front line, but it didn’t seem to be working very well. In the distance you watched two men try to fend off a grizzly bear. You had to turn your attention elsewhere, but from the looks of it, they weren’t winning.

Soon enough, you were down to your last arrow. Which, in a way, was good, because you could tell Junmyeon was beginning to slow down. The sooner he had less weight to carry, the better.

Do you see Chanyeol? Junmyeon asked, and your eyes scanned the front line, stopping when they landed on Chanyeol fighting hand to hand with a soldier. He was on the other side of the battlefield. “I see him,” You answered, “Junmyeon, let me off now and call in the second line!”

What about you? He asked as you slid off his back, firing your final arrow into a man aiming at a bar, cringing when you recognized him as the baker’s son. “I’ll be fine,” You insisted, slinging your bow across your chest, before pulling out your sword, “Just call them, now!”

Taking off before he could answer, your legs set off. As you ran, you assessed the damage. Some animals lay injured or dying, others running off as they got injured, probably to circle around to the deer.

Your breath puffed out as you made your way towards Chanyeol. You heard people call your name, some even calling out for help, but you refused to spare them any glances. You wondered if they had seen you charging in… they probably hadn’t.

When you were about fifty meters from Chanyeol, someone stepped in front of you. Looking up to meet their eyes, you saw Minseok, holding his spear up and eyeing you defensively. 

“Get out of here and they might just let you live,” He grunted. You held your sword out, eyeing the movements of his right arm. 

“As if you would let the gods live,” You quipped, “In the grand scheme of things, I’m no one.”

“Y/N, I don’t want to have to do this.” His voice was shaky, glancing to the side to avoid your eyes. “We’ve been friends for years, I would never forgive myself if I had to���”

Thwap! You turned the blade so that when you hit him with it, the flat end hit the side of his head. The edge still drew some blood, though, and Minseok stumbled back, giving you just enough time to lift your leg, kicking him square in the chest. He stumbled back even further before falling to the ground, breathless. You hopped closer, hoping to knock him unconscious without hurting him too much.

Looking at him, your heart ached. As you lumbered over him, grabbing the collar of his shirt, you frowned. “I’m sorry,” You murmured, before knocking his head into the ground once, twice, three times, until his eyes rolled back into his head and his body went limp.

You had no time to check whether or not he was still breathing, instead standing straight up and taking a deep breath before starting to run again. As you did, you heard Junmyeon’s howl echo across the forest. Weaving through the trees, you knew more help would be here soon. 

And it did, the second line appearing towards the south within a matter of seconds, sandwiching the troops between two groups of animals. As you got closer to Chanyeol, you felt something pull you back by the cloak, letting out a yelp as you fell to the ground. You fell on your butt, pain traveling up your back. Looking back to see what had snagged your cloak, you watched as Baekhyun ran past you in an attempt to get to Chanyeol, who had his back turned as he fought off another man. Baekhyun didn’t so much as spare you a glance.

You stumbled to your feet, eyes widening as you watched Baekhyun pull out his sword. Your feet somehow seemed to fly across the snow, your body going into overdrive. You’d seen this strategy before. Someone would distract the target, only for Baekhyun to come in and strike them down from behind.

You knew what would happen if you didn’t stop it. Slowing down for only a moment, you picked up a large rock that had to have hit some poor man in the head. Not even hesitating, you chucked the bloody rock at Baekhyun’s feet, causing him to stumble. 

That gave you the advantage, making a beeline in front of him, practically back to back to Chanyeol. Your smaller sword met Baekhyun’s with a loud clang, the look on his face turning incredulous when he saw that it was you. 

Baekhyun had always been a better swordsman. Every time you had asked him to help you train, it always ended with him pinning you down. But right now, you couldn’t afford to lose. You simply couldn’t.

“You just had to come and ruin everything,” He grunted, countering with a parry. You blocked it, your swords sliding against each other. You pushed him back, breathing heavily. 

“I’m not gonna let you destroy this place,” You answered. He let out a scoff.

“What are you gonna do, huh? You never miss a shot,” Baekhyun growled, “And yet you missed me. What is it, honey, still got a soft spot for me?” 

Your swords met again, your arms buckling with the strain. You couldn’t meet his eyes, you realized as your eyes filled with tears.

“We have you outnumbered. Call off the attack now,” You pleaded, sounding too desperate for your own good, “It’s not too late, Baek—”

“Oh, darling, I’m not stopping, not until I destroy all of it. Not if I have to burn—” His sword slashed forward, barely missing you as he roared, “—The entire Spearwood to the ground, not if I have to burn down all of Ironbend to get rid of every piece of fucking vermin in this place.”

You stepped forward, tears burning your dry eyes, and that was your mistake. In your attempt to parry, he sidestepped you, knocking you to the ground with a harsh shove. Your blade fell out of your hand, landing in the snow.

As you fell to the ground, you met Baekhyun’s gaze for the first time since your swords clashed. You were surprised to find tears streaking down his face, as well. His eyes looked like that of a wild animal, bewildered and desperate as he lifted his sword, ready to come down at you.

“And if I have to kill you too, my love?” He let out a single humorless laugh, a sad, cold smile gracing his beautifully twisted features, “So be it.” 

Your eyes squeezed shut as his sword began to fall, curling into yourself as you did. You didn’t want your last sight of the man you once loved to be this distorted image of him, drunk on the pursuit of power. All you wanted was the end.

Only, the end never came. Not in the way you expected it to, at least. Because a split second later, you heard Baekhyun gasp, and a deep, guttural groan came from above you. 

Your eyes snapped open, face contorting into an expression of horror as you saw the tip of Baekhyun’s sword peeking out of Chanyeol’s back, dripping blood. You watched as Chanyeol lurched forward, Baekhyun pulling off the mask, glaring up at his long lost brother with what you could only describe as bitter rage.

“You look just like the old man,” He muttered spitefully, “Go figure.”

Chanyeol didn’t answer, groaning out before coughing. Blood spilled from his lips. 

Your heart began to pound, and all of the noise around you seemed to fade into nothingness. All you could focus on was the blood staining Chanyeol’s tattered shirt a dark red, dripping onto your pants and his white pelt. The only noise you could hear was your own labored breathing and your blood roaring in your ears, not feeling the trembling in your necrotic arm.

You barely even registered the ear shattering wail that echoed across the battlefield, inky black tearing at your skin as they branched out everywhere. Your eyes rolled up back into your head, your body convulsing. 

You didn’t see the way they wrapped around every being within a thirty meter radius, squeezing with a vengeance. You didn’t see the way the wolves, who were on the other side of the battlefield stopped in awe to watch as you attempted to destroy everything in your path. You didn’t see Baekhyun get ripped away from Chanyeol, getting lifted some ten feet into the air as his eyes widened in terror, because he had only ever seen you hold back one of these fits. You didn’t see the few men who weren’t in your grip freeze, only able to watch as men and animals alike struggled to free themselves from you. 

You didn’t see. But Chanyeol did. He watched as all of this happened in less than ten seconds, before one tendril pulled out the sword, causing him to tumble to the ground right next to you. He fell to his hands and knees, wheezing and spitting out more blood that fell from his mouth.

When he managed to register what was going on, he crawled over to you, one hand pressing down on a rapidly bleeding stab wound he couldn’t even feel due to the adrenaline rushing through his body. He watched as your hand bent back and forth, contorting impossibly. Cringing at the sound of the cracking bones and your incessant screaming, he leaned over you and reached out his free hand. 

If this didn’t stop, you would kill everyone and everything in your grip and get yourself killed in the process. He grabbed your free hand with all the strength he could muster, trying to ignore the stiffness in your joints. His fingers tried to get your own fingers to grip the opal on your necklace, but nothing happened. 

“Please,” He wheezed, “Please, Y/N.”

With your cries ringing in his ears, he ripped his hand from the stab wound and touched your necklace, staining your neck red as he did, before bringing your hand to his neck, from where a second opal was dangling. His necklace, the one you had returned to him only an hour or so prior.

He coughed, cringing again as blood splattered across your face. “I’ve got you,” He croaked, “That—that night, when you asked me to make it stop, Y/N, I’m—I’m here, I’m trying. Please.”

Your screaming began to quiet, and his voice dropped to a panicked whisper. “Pl—please, Y/N. Please.”

He knew it must have taken less than a few seconds, but it truly did seem like an eternity to him. The tendrils recoiled back into your arm, letting go of all of the creatures you’d had in your grip. Baekhyun fell into the snow a few feet away from you, the wind knocked out of him. Your screaming stopped, and your bones snapped into place, but your sobs didn’t stop, not as your body wracked with pain as the aftershocks kicked in. 

The shock wore off on the remaining men within a minute or so, most of them beginning to flee north, dropping their weapons as they went. Jongdae came forward, already having guided an unconscious Minseok onto his reindeer. “Baekhyun, we have to go now.”

Baekhyun looked up, breathing unevenly. “No, not before I kill h—”

“There’s no time!” Jongdae barked hurriedly. “He’s gonna die anyway, look at what you did to him. And the more you stay, especially after everyone heard what you said about burning Ironbend to the ground, the worse it’s gonna be for you. So get on the damn reindeer, now.” 

Baekhyun faltered, sneering before hurrying onto the reindeer. Your eyes cracked open as Jongdae got on the third reindeer, and they rode off north, presumably to lick their wounds and try and explain everything to the council.

You looked up, just as Chanyeol toppled over on top of you. You ignored the screaming in your arms and the tension in your jaw as you rolled the pair of you over, eyes brimming with tears again when the smell of blood hit your nose. 

He looked so pale, beneath you. Your hands pulled his head gently onto your lap, before one of them began cradling his head. The other tried desperately to press down on the wound, but the stiffness in your arms didn’t help much.

“You can’t die like this,” You whispered hoarsely, “I just came back.”

He managed to quip a smile. “You’ll be alright,” He crooned, one hand limply. “It’s—it’s your turn now, to ride with my br—my brothers.”

“No,” You begged.

Chanyeol! You both turned your heads as the four brothers in question ran up to the both of you.

“Hey,” Chanyeol murmured, as if he wasn’t bleeding out beneath you, “That wasn’t... very fun. I… I don’t wanna do that again.”

You idiot, Junmyeon said, voice trembling, the usual chastising tone he had now empty. What’s mother gonna say when she finds out you went and got yourself killed?

You can’t die, you ass, Sehun added. You can’t.

He’s not going to. 

Your head snapped up, just in time to watch two figures leap into view, a third lumbering behind them, a fourth flying overhead. Quickly, just as everyone else registered that it was the gods, your head bowed in respect.

Beval landed on a branch overhead, the fog clearing. Selyne and Emyr stopped before you, as Mirren began to round up the remaining animals, directing them across the stream.

Chanyeol, Selyne murmured, tone anxious. You never would have expected that from her. What have you done?

“What I had to do to keep you all safe,” He answered, meeting the she-wolf’s gaze. His eyes moved to look at Emyr. 

“My king. I’m sorry for all the loss the forest has felt today.”

Emyr shook his head.  It will mourn, but it will forever be grateful for the sacrifice you all made to keep it safe. We will honor you. Heroes, all of you.

You were trembling as you kept your head down, trying to memorize each corner of his face. Every mole, every blemish, every eyelash.

Even you, Y/N.

Your head snapped up, meeting the gaze of the deer god with your tearful eyes. “Th-thank you, great king,” You replied, “But we only did what was right.”

Indeed. But I do believe you deserve more than honor. You’ve sacrificed much. Daresay, I think you’ve proved yourself to me and to the forest.

You didn’t know why your heart sank. Despite this being what you set out to do, you didn’t feel victorious. “Oh,” You murmured, unsure what to say as Chanyeol shifted his head below you.

Oh? Selyne quipped, You’re being bestowed a gift by a god and that’s all you can say?

“I don’t want it,” You blurted, more tears running down your face. You couldn’t control your mouth even if you wanted to, shaking your head. All you could do was weep and stare down at Chanyeol. The light in his eyes seemed to be getting dimmer. “Give it to him, please. He’s done more for this forest than I ever could. Please heal him, my king, please.”

Fascinating. You would allow yourself to die if it meant that Chanyeol would live?

“Y/N, don’t do this,” Chanyeol whispered. You shook your head at him, before nodding at Emyr. 

“Yes, absolutely, yes. Without a doubt. Please don’t let him die.”

What would happen to us if I, as the king of this forest, simply allowed all of my subjects to live in their time of dying? Maybe this is for the best, child. This is his fate.

“No, I can’t let that happen!”

Why not?

“Because I love him. Please, please don’t let him die.”

Emyr stared at you for a long time. Until finally, he gave you the closest thing a deer could give to a smile. Very well, he agreed. You’ve learned, girl. You’ve let go of your pride and you have sacrificed everything you previously had for our home. I will heal him… and I will heal you, as well. You’ve earned it. Both of you.

You sighed in relief, slumping over Chanyeol. The deer god approached you both, before pressing something akin to a kiss on your forehead, and then doing the same thing to Chanyeol’s hand. 

 For a moment, nothing happened. But then, your body seemed to sing as it jumped into the air of its own accord, Chanyeol right next to you. You watched as the wound began to close, before you felt the sensation of a weight being lifted off of your shoulders. Your eyes moved to your arm, watching as it returned to its natural color, the scars of the bite Sehun had given you fading. 

You landed on your feet, managing to catch Chanyeol before he fell to the ground. He groaned, slinging his arm around your shoulder. 

“How do you feel?”

“Like shit,” He admitted, “But I’ll live.” 

He faced Emyr. “Thank you, my king. I can never fully repay you for what you’ve done.”

So long as you continue to protect us as you have all your life, consider your debt repaid. 

You bowed your own head in respect. “Thank you. I promise to protect the forest until the day I die.” 

I never would have expected it to end this way, Selyne said. I never thought I would thank you for saving my son and protecting me.

You looked at Chanyeol, who smiled weakly at you.

Um, I hate to ruin the mood, Kyungsoo mumbled, But they didn’t actually surrender. They retreated. They’ll be back. What’ll we do then?

Your smile faded, heaving a deep sigh. Baekhyun was still out there, currently on his way back to Ironbend—but he wouldn’t get off easily for essentially leading 120 men on what as basically a suicide mission and getting more than half of them killed. And he would definitely get in trouble for what he told you about being willing to burn Ironbend to the ground. 

With luck, this would mean severe consequences for him. His reputation would likely suffer, and he might even get booted from the council. But now that you were gone, who was left to govern after your father passed away? You could only hope someone like Yixing would pass on to lead. 

Truthfully, you weren’t sure how to answer. But in your silence, Chanyeol spoke up, reaching for one of your hands and squeezing it tightly.

“We’ll be alright,” He said, “Come what may—we’ll be alright.” 

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Hurtling through space, Skylar let out a string of curses. She stumbled to the side, slamming into the wall as Tech took another harsh turn to avoid the shots coming from behind them. They had finally gotten that damn lizard thing, only for the previous owners to chase them from the surface.

Omega and Wrecker were in the main hold with the cargo, Echo and Tech in the cockpit and Hunter at the rear guns. Skylar stumbled again as a blast hit the ship, falling into the back of one of the cockpit chairs.

“How much longer until we’re in hyperspace, Tech?” Hunter shouted, firing the guns.

“That depends on when Echo plans on getting the drive back online,” Tech snarked, glancing at Echo.

“I’m working on it!” Echo yelled. Skylar just huffed, already done with their arguing. She watched them work for a few seconds before turning back to the main hold to check on Omega. She was unsteady as explosions rocked the ship, and she watched as Omega pulled the safety bar over her head and Wrecker tried to secure the creature next to her in its crate.

“I don’t think Ruby likes this very much,” Omega said. Skylar dropped into the seat across from her, a confused look on her face.

“You named that thing?” Skylar asked as Wrecker sat down in the seat next to her.

“What’s with these guys?” Wrecker shouted, his hands gripping the safety bar.

“Well we did steal from them,” Omega said. The lizard hissed from it’s cage, and Skylar flinched.

“Technically, the Rhokai stole the lizard first,” Tech called from the cockpit. Skylar shared a look with Wrecker, rolling her eyes. “We are merely intercepting it.”

“They don’t see it that way,” Hunter said, continuing to return fire. A rough blast rocked the ship, the lizard’s cage dropping to the floor and the door flying open. It immediately crawled towards Wrecker, who started yelling.

“It’s loose, it’s loose!”

The creature crawled up his leg, heading straight for his head as he jumped up from his seat.

“Get it off, get it off, get it off,” he shouted, running around in the small area. Omega and Skylar both jumped out of their seats, trying to calm him down.

“Stay calm. You’re scaring her,” Omega said, trying to grab the creature without being whacked by Wrecker’s flailing limbs. He ran clear to the cockpit, slamming into the back of one of the seats and falling backwards.

The creature went flying back into the hold, and Omega grabbed the crate from the floor. Skylar moved to block it’s possible escape route to the cockpit.

“Hyperdrive’s online!” Echo shouted, just as Omega dropped the crate over the creature, trapping it.

“Got it!” she shouted. Skylar grabbed onto her, knowing the jump to hyperspace would throw the small girl otherwise. Tech slammed the lever forward, and the stars blurred around them.

Skylar let out a sigh of relief, leaning down to help Omega close the crate and lock it properly. She made sure Omega was alright, and then she moved to help Wrecker off of the floor.

“You alright, big guy?” she asked, smirking at him. He rubbed his head, an embarrassed look on his face.

“Don’t be mean, Sky. That thing was attacking me!” he whined, pointing accusingly at the crate.

“Uh huh. Whatever you say,” she replied, patting his shoulder as she walked out of the cockpit. She passed Hunter, who nodded at her questioning look: He was alright.

She sat down next to Omega, smiling as she watched the girl peer into the crate to get a better look at the creature, ‘Ruby’.

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When they arrived at Cid’s, Echo placed the crate on the counter for Cid to look at.

“That’s one strange lookin’ lizard,” she mumbled, straightening back up to look at the group.

“What’s your client want it for?” Echo asked.

“Maybe it’s a pet. Maybe he wants to turn it into a stew. Don’t know, don’t care,” Cid replied. Omega’s face fell a bit at the idea of Ruby being turned into a stew.

“As long as you get paid,” Hunter finished as Cid turned to walk away.

“Now you’re catching on,” she replied, her back still facing them. “And guess what? That means you get paid too. Bring the lizard in the back.”

Skylar moved to stand by Hunter, nudging him with her shoulder. He glanced at her before turning his eyes to watch Echo and Tech head towards the office. They started following them, but Hunter paused, glancing at a few people along the far wall. She went to ask him what was wrong but they were interrupted.

“Hunter?” Omega called. They both turned around, finding Omega and Wrecker. The girl looked up at Wrecker, gesturing towards them with her thumb.

“What are you two up to?” Skylar asked, the hand not holding her helmet resting on her hip.

“The mission’s over. Can we go?” Wrecker asked, Omega giving them a blinding smile.

“Again?” Hunter sighed.

“It’s a tradition,” Wrecker said, Omega nodding along. These two were trouble, that Skylar was sure of. “It makes the kid happy.” Omega leveled Wrecker with a frown.

“Uh huh. The kid,” Hunter said. They just looked at him, sweet and manipulative smiles on their faces.

“Don’t take long,” Hunter sighed, turning to walk back to the office. Skylar couldn’t help but grin, knowing Hunter had the biggest soft spot for his brothers and Omega. The two cheered, jumping up and down before running from the bar. Skylar followed Hunter, glancing back toward the group of people along the far wall.

They entered the office, Cid tapping away on her datapad.

“All right, here’s your cut,” she said, handing Hunter a handful of credits.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. You said the job paid three times this,” Hunter argued.

“For me, not for you,” Cid said.

“And just how is this a mutually beneficial arrangement?” Echo asked, clearly frustrated.

“You’re breathin’, aren’t you?” was Cid’s reply, just angering them further. “Rather generous considering the debt you owe me.”

“What debt?” Skylar asked. Cid tossed the datapad onto the desk, and Skylar picked it up and scanned through the itemized list.

“Docking fees, port charges, gear, fuel, rations, and 20 cartons of Mantell Mix?” she read off. Cid didn’t reply, crossing her arms and leaning back in her chair. Tech took the datapad from her, reading it for himself while the other three glanced at each other.

“Now, I like you, but I’m not running a charity here. You need a big score for us to be square,” she said, pointing her staff at them.

“Like what?” Echo asked.

“Like retrieving that tactical droid, but you bungled that op,” she said, frowning. “I suggest you figure something out before you see my ugly side.”

“That’s not her ugly side?” Tech murmured, glancing at Skylar next to him. She elbowed his stomach where the armor didn’t cover, a small ‘oof’ leaving his mouth.

“What was that, goggles?” Cid asked, leaning closer to him. The argument was cut short, however, by the sound of blaster fire coming from the bar. They all turned on instinct, hands pulling out their blasters. They took off running, pausing in the doorway to the bar with their blasters aimed.

They saw two patrons go running for the exit, a cloaked figure standing by the far wall with a blaster in their hand. They sat the blaster on the edge of the table, their face obscured by their hood. However, a flash of blue and white caught Skylar’s eye, and her breath caught in her throat.

No. It couldn’t possibly be. It was just her mind playing tricks on her, there was no way this person was a trooper, let alone would she be lucky enough for them to be from the 501st. Not after what happened.

Cid shoved past them, angry for the disturbance.

“Hey, what’s going on in here?” she asked, nudging Hunter aside. “Who are you?”

She gestured towards the cloaked individual with her staff, their head turning to look at them. They stepped forward, and everyone’s hands warily held their blasters. The person reached up towards their hood, and all of the air left Skylar’s lungs.

Blue and white plastoid armor. She would recognize those tally marks anywhere.

He removed his hood, looking at them with an unreadable expression. Skylar felt Echo tense beside her, his arm lowering his blaster immediately.

“... Rex?”

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anonymous said: Hey lovie, I was wondering if i could get a Ben Imagine where the reader and him are early into their relationship and she has some narly scars on her thigh from some bad teen years and she sreally self conscious about it so she always keeps her legs covered but one day she forgets and Ben sees and asks her about it and is just really sweet and understanding and comforting, please and thank you xxx

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(a/n: not writing smutty ben is... wild to me. anyways pls ignore layout i'm having to do this completely on mobile and it SUCKS. a short, sweet sunday instead of sinful sunday srry hehe)

Your flat smelled of bacon and pancakes, aromatic and purely early-morning scented as you cleaned up your mess from breakfast. It was a Sunday, and you planned on going over to your boyfriend’s to surprise him once you’d gotten a chance to shower and get dressed – after all, it was your one month anniversary today. But, you were craving pancakes and bacon, so of course you had to make yourself some first. If you showed up to Ben’s and hadn’t eaten, he’d probably go full mother mode and try to make you a four course breakfast.

He was such a doting boy, so concerned with your well-being, and he was always constantly checking in on you and making sure you were feeling healthy, loved, and appreciated. Maybe it was in his nature, or maybe he was just making the extra effort to be a good boyfriend, but in any circumstance, you appreciated it through and through.

Sitting the last of your dishes in the drying rack to the left of your sink, you wiped your hands off on the dishtowel before stretching and resolving to head to the shower now. As you were headed down the short hallway to the bathroom, however, your doorbell rang.

“Who in the hell?” you murmured, tugging down your pajama shorts so they covered more leg subconsciously as you walked to the door. When you swung it open, you were greeted by a slightly sleepy, but very smiley Ben. He was holding a bouquet of flowers in one hand, and you couldn’t help but smile widely and blush at the sight of him. “Ben, I didn’t know you were on your way over!“

“Happy one month!” he replied cheerily, holding out the flowers as he stepped over the threshold into your flat, kissing you respectfully on the corner of the lips before shutting the door behind him. “Sorry I just showed up out of the blue, I got antsy and couldn’t wait any longer.” You took the bouquet from him as he spoke, admiring them before smiling up at him and nearly falling over from the look of excitement on his face. “Do you like them?”

“Love them, Ben,” you replied, going up on your tiptoes to give him a quick, affectionate kiss, then turning to head to the kitchen to get a jar to set them in while you were out today. As Ben leaned against the doorway and watched, you filled the jar with water and hummed happily to yourself, so pleasantly surprised that you completely forgot you were still in pajama shorts.

Since you and Ben hadn’t really gone that far yet – although there had been some makeout sessions that had teetered dangerously on the edge – Ben hadn’t seen you in anything shorter than a knee length skirt. So, when you turned around to bring the vase back over to the kitchen table, Ben was stunned to see the irregularity of the skin on your thighs. He wasn’t appalled, per se, but he was mildly concerned as he ran his eyes over the scars that littered the area.

When you sat the jar on the table, Ben’s eyes snapped back up to yours, and he was relieved to find that you were blissfully unaware of the fact that he’d been staring. Sending you a soft and convincing smile, he held his arms out for you and you giggled as you walked right into them, letting him pull you into a tight hug.

“So what d’you want to do today?” you asked, resting your head on his chest as he swayed back and forth with you, despite the absence of music. Resting your hands on his back delicately, you kissed his chest as you did so, then closed your eyes and nuzzled your face right into where you’d just kissed.

“I was thinking that we could just be lazy for a while, then go out for lunch?” he murmured, kissing the top of your head. “M’kind of tired, honestly.”

You grinned at the slightly embarrassed tone he took on as he admitted that, but you decided that a few hours of resting and being turds on a log wouldn’t hurt. After all, it was spent with him, so it was no time wasted. “Your wish is my command.”

“Isn’t that was guys are supposed to say, stereotypically, of course?” he joked in a dimwitted tone, and you rolled your eyes playfully as you pulled away from the hug, tugging him out to the couch.

“Don’t force your gender roles on me.” Ben threw his head back and laughed as you plopped down on the couch, tugging him down with you.

“I’m just joking. It actually physically pained me to say that,” he chuckled, laying down on his side and wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you close so you were face to face with him. Your leg was propped up around his hip in a non-sexual way as you two began to talk, just rambling on and on about anything under the moon and not really getting much rest at all, despite your initial intentions. But suddenly, when you were talking about some fun high school memories, the conversation took a quick turn into something that made your stomach turn in seconds.

“I mean, I tried to be nice, but I think she really genuinely hated me. I’ve never had a teacher kick me out of class more,” he laughed, his hand resting on your hip and fingertips tracing circles into your skin as you listened, smiling softly.

“I’m sure she was just trying to make a better student out of you,” you countered, and Ben rolled his eyes as he laughed, shaking his head.

“If sending me to the hall for dropping a paper and picking it up makes me a better student, I should have been valedictorian.” A small giggle left your lips, and Ben’s lips curled into a grin as he slid his hand down your thigh. When his thumb grazed over one of the scars on your upper thigh, you could feel your blood run cold, and the look on your face must have said it all, because Ben’s smile disappeared from his face in an instant, his eyes dropping to his hand. “Y/N, I’m sorry,” he murmured, looking back up at you after a moment. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

“S’ok,” you mumbled, your stomach doing flips as you tried not to cry in front of Ben. Even if it had been years, you were still ashamed of the scars that served as constant reminders you of who you were. You weren’t that same person anymore, but you still had issues seeing past the scars when they were right there, broadcasting to yourself and everyone that you hadn’t exactly had the best teen years. “You didn’t know.”

“I mean, if it isn’t too much to ask,” he replied softly, returning his hand to your hip as he watched you carefully, gauging your reaction, “I’d like to know. But I don’t have to, it’s up to you.”

As his hesitant, curious eyes scanned your face, you were quiet. This was a subject you didn’t know how to breach with him, and it took a lot of courage for you to clear your throat and reach down, taking his hand in yours. “I won’t go into specifics right now, because it’s a lot, but let’s just say I was a different person as a teen. I didn’t have the support I have now, and I didn’t have a wonderful boyfriend who cares about me more than I’d ever deserve.”

“You deserve even more than I can give you, silly,” he gently admonished, kissing your knuckles as you watched him. A sweet, mild smile came back on to his lips, and he squeezed your hand before leaning forward to kiss your forehead. “And I respect that. You can tell me whenever you’re ready. No hurry. Could be today, could be in 50 years, and I’d still adore you.”

“God, why are you so sweet? This is so unfair,” you murmured, laughing once before burying your face in his neck to hide the blush that was on your cheeks, as well as the tears that were threatening to make an appearance. But you managed to hold back the tears, instead pressing a soft kiss to his jaw before nuzzling his cheek. “What factory did they make you in? You’re one of those perfect boyfriend robots. I’ve been set up.”

Ben’s chest rumbled with a laugh as he pulled back to look at you, a fond look in his eyes as he scanned your face once again. “Nope, sorry, no factory or robot. You’re just stuck with regular, plain ol’ human Ben.”

“Stuck with? That’s a load of shit if I’ve ever heard one.” The tone of your voice was almost incredulous as you replied, making Ben laugh again before he squeezed your hand, then let go of it so he could crawl up off the couch and help you up.

“Let’s go get some lunch, yeah? Then you can see again how messy of an eater I am so you’ll believe I wasn’t factory-made.”

Taking his hand when he offered it, he pulled you up to your feet, then let go of your hand as he nodded over to the tiny outcrop just outside a sliding door in your living room that passed as a balcony. You took that as a sign that he was going to take a smoke break, and you nodded before heading down the hallway, but he stopped you after a second.

“Can I pick out your outfit?” he asked, sounding genuinely embarrassed to be asking such a question, but you only grinned, nodding quickly before heading off to the bathroom again.

When you were done with the shower, you wrapped your towel around your head, also wrapping one around yourself before tiptoeing into the bedroom. Ben was crouched down over two different outfits, still pondering when you came in, and the look on his face was almost hopeless as he tried to decide.

“So which one am I wearing, Mr. Fashion Designer?” you asked, looking between the two and marveling at his impressive ability to coordinate. The only catch was that the two pieces he’d picked out for the bottoms were both skirts, and you didn’t recognize one of them. The other, you knew went down to your knees, so it was no problem, but the other one looked like it had probably been gathering dust in the back of your closet for years – it made you wonder if you even fit into it anymore.

“I’ll let you choose, I’m stumped,” he grumbled, seeming upset at his inability to decide, and he stood up to step back and let you take a look at the two.

The skirt that you recognized was a plain black one, and he’d paired it with a striped red tee that had the sleeves rolled up. With it, he’d put a black beret that you barely wore, but it blended well with the theme, and you nodded in appreciation.

The second one was a shorter skirt, and it was a light pink tennis type, probably from years ago. He’d paired it with a simple white button up tee, and as you looked over it, he brought over a pair of white Converse that he’d dragged out of your shoebox. Looking up at him, you smiled softly and took the shoes from him, holding them to your chest as you nodded to the pink skirt. “I’ll wear that one.”

He looked beyond ecstatic that you picked the tennis skirt, and you knew why. As covert as he was trying to be, you knew the tennis skirt was definitely an attempt by him to take a step towards becoming comfortable with what you’d just discussed. It wasn’t too short, like the pajama shorts you’d just been wearing, but it was just long enough to barely reveal anything. So, it wasn’t making you go through baptism by fire. It was a baby step, and you felt your heart do a few flips at the thoughtfulness as Ben picked up the other outfit, putting it back where he’d found it before leaving you in your bedroom to get ready.

The faint smell of smoke left with him, and you stared down at the outfit, taking a deep breath. “Well,” you breathed out softly, picking it up and moving it to your bed as you started to get ready. “Here goes nothing.”

When you finally walked out to meet Ben in your lounge, the look on his face wasn’t anything less than the mushiest affection you’d ever seen. “Ready?” he asked, standing up from where he’d been watching videos on his phone. Nodding, you took one last glance at the flowers on the table, a knowing smile playing at the corners of your lips as you realized they matched the pink of your skirt.

“Ready.”

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Manipulative ㅡ Jaehyun (M)

‘Can I request dry humping with Jaehyun pls? Like really smutty and dirty talk etc.’ srry not dirty talk + ‘Fluff’

Word Count: 1.7K

A/N: I’m not even that into dry-humping, but for some reason, this ask- And imagining it with Jae made me into it. I think I’m in a Jae phase. oop didn’t proofread either

“You’re lovey today,” you murmured, raking your hands through Jaehyun’s soft hair before tugging at the darkening roots to ply his plump cheek from your own.

“I always am,” he teased, shifting his weight from leaning upon your shoulder to draping his torso over you, his hands melding with the armrest and sofa cushions on either side of you, “The question is, why aren’t you being lovey?”

“I’m busy,” you whined, angling your phone from him.

“Doing what?” he prodded, nuzzling his cheek against your shoulder to catch a glimpse of what you were hiding.

With a seamless motion, you turned off your phone screen as Jaehyun reached for it. A playful grin toyed at his petal-pink lips, his soft dimples introducing themselves once more.

“So, that’s how it is?”

Your hand met his cheek as you attempted to push him away. He shook off your hand fervently, nuzzling into the crook of your neck as he dove forward, dropping your phone on the plush cushions as his hands grappled onto your thighs sloppily, tugging you from your previous position to lay upon the cushions below him. Your shorts hiked up your thighs, your soft cotton t-shirt drug to bunch around your waist.  He straddled you unceremoniously, drawing back, the harmony of each of your giggles filling the room.

“Stop!”

You writhed beneath him, tossing your hands to his broad chest, fisting his navy t-shirt. His disheveled bangs hung low, his soft cheeks begging to be held and pinched.

“You,” he began, “...are going to unlock this-”

He wore a huge grin and although you knew your demise would come swiftly, you couldn’t help but giggle along. Fumbling, he found your phone tucked beneath the cushions, his weight settling onto your hips. Your hands balled into fists as he activated the screen, smiling as he was faced with one of his recent selfies.

“You’re heavy,” you wheezed, bucking your hips upward against his own in an attempt to alleviate the pressure.

His brows jumped at the suddenness, his wide eyes meeting your own before seating his weigh deeper.

“Naughty girl,” he shot, activating your phone screen once more before snagging one of your balled fists.

He laughed maniacally as he attempted to extend your thumb to unlock your phone- His strength beat your own however and you screeched as he brought your thumb bad to your phone, unlocking it.

“Jae! No! Stop!” you pleaded, knowing you’d be teased endlessly when his gaze landed upon the fan fiction you’d been reading previously.

He’d caught you once before reading about him and teased you relentlessly, reading the corny dialogue aloud and shaming you for wasting your time.

“Again?” he questioned, his smile just as wide as ever.

“I started it before you came over!”

He guffawed at your excuse.

“It’s really good! You’re a secret agent in it-” you offered.

He made a hum of appreciation, his eyes locked on the screen a few moments longer before tossing your phone over his shoulder onto the cushions.

“Be careful,” you muttered, squirming beneath his weight.

He shifted his weight from atop your hips to your thighs, tugging one of your legs out from beneath him to crook around his hip. He dove down to your collar, saline lips peppering kisses along the soft skin as you turned your face from him in an attempt to shield your lips, leaving your neck exposed. His crotch ground against your own, his knees digging into the polyester sofa cushions. His hands held your shoulders as his lips migrated from the curvature of your collarbone to the taut flesh of your neck, begging to be abused. Sucking upon the skin tenderly, he groaned in appreciation as your hips squirmed against his own. You cocked your head to the side, your shoulders shrugging suddenly.

“It tickles-”

Jaehyun drew back momentarily before colliding his lips with your skin once more, this time sucking harshly, his teeth digging into your tender flesh.

“Don’t leave marks,” you whined.

“Why?”

He shifted his weight to his forearms on either side of you, releasing your shoulders and allowing you to comfortably bring your hands to his face. Cupping his cheeks, you halted him as he leant down to meet your lips, his sparkling gaze like embers crackling in a dark abyss. The tip of his nose brushed your own affectionately, causing you to want to giggle and turn away to hide, yet you had to keep your composure- He wouldn’t allow you to hide your blushing face anyway, likely to pin your hands above your head.

“They’re hard to hide,” you admitted.

Your answer was a weak excuse- You didn’t mind when he’d leave marks and bruises in his wake; you just liked playing hard-to-get and defiant. He took your reply as a grain of salt due to the sly way you grinned. Your noses brushed together gently thrice more before he stole a sudden kiss.

Reds, pinks, and purples blossomed upon your skin, your once blank canvas of a neck and collar dotted with splotches as an artist did his work, or vandalism you could say- You’d managed to get your other leg from beneath him, draping them both around his lithe waist to keep him close. Your fingers woven in his tresses hugged and tugged him to and fro. You couldn’t contain the mewls and pants as his hot tongue and plush lips laved at your skin. Your eyes were screwed shut as you tried to keep quiet, not wanting to fuel his ego, yet pulling him impossibly closer. You drew his swollen lips from your jaw, coaxing them to meld with your searing lips. Cheekily, your lips pulled into a tight grin, attempting to withhold the chuckle that bubbled in your chest. He drew back, his expression mirroring your own.

“I love you~”

“I love you too-”

“I love you more!”

You let out a squeal as he dove to the other side of your neck, leaving love bites in his wake.

“Stop!” you whined, his lips having already pestered your skin for long enough.

“It’s my hobby,” he crooned playfully.

He relented, resting his cheek against the fabric at the valley of your breasts. Your back arched as his hands dug beneath your waist in an attempt to embrace you. For the past ten minutes, his blood rushed to his soft cock, stiffening it. The tent in his sweatpants pressed snugly between your thighs. Your legs dropped from embracing his waist to limply buffering his hips. Gently, his hips ground against your own, nuzzling his cheek. With a sigh, his name fell from your lips.

“Not now,” you muttered, it was only mid-afternoon.

“I need you,” he pouted.

You were too beat to go through the motions of foreplay and a rough round with your needy man; knowing his stamina- possibly another.

“How’s this?” he questioned, continuing his motions, “Just this-”

You gave a hum, knowing he wouldn’t relent. His back arching and relaxing as he humped gently before stilling and grinding roughly. Soft grunts and appreciative moans left him as he clung to you.

“You’ll make a mess,” you whispered.

“I can change,” he muttered, not caring if he sullied himself.

Huffs and hums became music to your ears as your back arched, the sensation of his stiff tent grinding into your sensitive clit.

With sudden vigor Jaehyun slumped, his weight dispersing onto your frame. Followed by a jerked groan, he quieted, his loud breaths filling the room accompanied by your own.

“It’s sticky,” he muttered with a pout.

Patting his cheek gently, you admonished him to keep his eyes open- to stay awake and take care of the spilt mess in his pants. 

“I love you,” he repeated.

“You are trouble,” you complained.

“How?”

“You seem so sweet and innocent, but you’re a horny mess-”

He chuckled, drawing back to meet your gaze-

“This better not be as bad as I think it is when I walk into that bathroom and see my reflection,” you threatened, pointing to your neck.

He hummed in thought.

“Well, stay here then-”

He didn’t even attempt to block your escape, sitting up on the couch and raking a hand through his disheveled hair. A theatrical ‘O my God!’ left you as you disappeared into the bathroom. Quick paddings of steps made their way toward you.

“You are so rude!” you shot, “How am I supposed to cover this up?!”

Knowing your come after him, he heaved you by your waist, quickly dropping you out the doorway and slamming the door, careful to lock it.

“Hey!” you chided, slapping a hand on the door.

“I’m cleaning up,” he complained, as if he wasn’t aware of your complaints.

His sweatpants fell to the floor, the sticky white cum coating his length as well as the inside of his pants. He stripped himself of his shirt before turning on the shower. Hesitantly, he touched his sullied length, a small grin gracing his features as he awed at how this sticky mess was all due to you.

Jaehyun called your name as he felt his member stiffen once more, growing with desire.

“Do you uh- Want to do it for real?”

Scoffing in disbelief, you slapped the door once again.

“What?”

He opened the door slightly and you were able to see his naked form, his pectorals flexing slightly as he covered himself. His gaze flitted from yours to where his hand covered before meeting your gaze once again.

“No,” you huffed, “You’re on probation.”

“What? Why?” he drawled.

He already knew, you didn’t need to explain.

“Come on-” he tried, “You liked it~”

“Well, yeah- I’m weak for my manipulative boyfriend.”

“I’m not manipulative...”

“Yes, you are! Stop acting innocent- That stupid smile and dumb dimples!” you argued pointedly, “You sweet talk to get whatever you want-”

You weren’t mad; his techniques were rather impressive and you did admit you didn’t mind being wrapped around his finger, it was just as beneficial for you as him... most of the time.

He chuckled again before closing the door, accepting defeat and impatient to take care of himself in the shower.

“Let’s snuggle after-”

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Psycho- Chapter 9+10

Chapter 9

It was just a regular day for Seohyun at school. Nothing changed, nothing ever did. Everybody noticed Jun-seo not being there with her. He was the only one that stood up for her during hard times and bullies at school and now it's all gone and it was their chance. No hope was left for her, not even a single feeling of hope, she sighed and went over to her locker to be greeted with a yellow note from someone unexpected. She was curious and flipped it to see what it wrote... It read:

Seohyun,

Remember that I still love you, and I always will, and nothing could break us apart. I will be back, and that's a promise. Please, just wait for me...

Only Yours,

Jun-seo

After reading the note, she felt betrayed that all he left her was a note, a stupid note that is just useless. It wasn't something she wanted, she wanted a proper explanation that would make her feel better till the point she can accept him back, and it wasn't what she had gotten. Those words scared Seohyun, the thought of him coming back. Though, it made her smile for a while. But something was making her feel uneasy about that feeling.

Seungmin: I hope everything's okay at school, hwaiting!

Seohyun: meet me after school, in front of the school building

Seungmin: k, srry I couldn't be there in class with u

: I have shifts at work until 12 pm

Seohyun: It's okay, I gtg, the class's starting.

Seohyun placed her phone in her pocket and started walking to her class. She knew today was going to be a very long and tiring day, like always. She knew ten thousand eyes will be always staring at her in disgust wherever she went.

-Time Skip-

Seohyun waited outside of the school building after school for Seungmin, waiting until the point where her legs started to hurt. Finally, she gave up. She sent more than a thousand messages to him, but he wasn't replying.

Seohyun: where r u?

: r u okay?

: gosh, stop making me so worried

: r u coming or not?

: Jeon Seungmin!!!!

: u pabo, where the heck r u?

: idiotic me, why did I even call u?

: don't show up now or else...

Seohyun was getting angry. Ever since she had lost Jun-seo, things hadn't been easy for her. Every little thing in life makes her pissed, even if it's over the smallest things. She felt betrayed by Seungmin. How could he ever not show up that way? She knew she shouldn't be comparing them, but Jun-seo showed up not even a second late for all their dates. She knew that Seungmin would never be like Jun-seo. They both are two different people with two different lives. Seungmin works vigorously day and night to support both his grandmother, who stayed behind at Busan, and himself. But Jun-seo is completely different. So she stopped comparing them and getting angry at Seungmin.

Seohyun knew if she stayed angry at Seungmin for any longer, she wouldn't be able to see him in the same way she did before, so she just decided to walk home to make her anger go away. It was already late at night, 9:00 pm, and she knew she shouldn't be walking alone at night. Especially in the streets of Seoul, where it's dangerous for young women at night. But unfortunately, she ignored all those thoughts and decided to walk back home, and her phone battery ran out from trying to communicate with Seungmin.

No stores were open at this late hour, and some of the street lights were broken, and some had fainted. She came back out from the 24-hours convenience store after buying some snacks for herself for the night. Then, she heard footsteps behind her. The footsteps weren't too loud, but it was faint, and it was clear that somebody was following her from behind. She decided to swiftly turn right at the nearest alley to make sure that the person wasn't following her anymore.

But unfortunately, her instincts were wrong, that person was still following her. The footsteps seemed to get louder and louder every second, eventually, seeming like that person was only a few inches away from her.

She felt a tight grip on her wrists, the person's hands were warm against her cold skin. But something about that warm person's hand wasn't warm and comforting instead, it felt a strange and revolting feeling that was unbearable.

Seohyun looked back at the person, he seemed about her age. His deep brown orbs staring deeply into the scared and worried eyes of Seohyun. He had his face covered with a black mask, but from what she could see, his jawlines were sharp. He looked innocent at first sight, but he truly wasn't.

He held a sharp knife in his other hand, playing it like it was just a pen in his hands. Seohyun shuddered while looking at the knife.

It strongly reminded her of the dream she got months ago, but that dream still haunted her. She started having difficulties breathing, and she started to feel light-headed.

"Don't worry, this won't hurt," the male said in a cold voice.

Then, Seohyun had a feeling that everything was over...

Little did she know, someone very familiar was watching her...

Chapter 10

Seohyun had a feeling that everything was going to end today. Nobody is going to know where she ends up, and nobody would ever care to find her. She looked at the male one last time with her watery miserable eyes.

"Why are you doing this to me?" she whimpered.

"Shush, and let's get this over with quickly, the quicker, the better, isn't it?" the male said in a deep husky and croaky voice.

Tears came rushing down her cheeks, and she couldn't believe that today was the end. The regrets in her life were past her now, and there was no turning back.

Sharp pain in her lower abdomen brought her back to reality. He had stabbed her, not once but twice. She was bleeding so much, and there was no ending to it. The red blood stained her white clothing.

"P-please help..." she said with the last of her energy. Then, she closed her eyes and it was all like a dream.

When she opened her eyes, there was a tall figure standing next to her but, it wasn't the male who had stabbed her. It was someone she knew so well, it was someone whom she would recognize. That person was Lee Jun-seo.

But instead of helping her get up, he was just looking at her with sympathy in his eyes. Standing there like a statue, he did nothing he could do to defend and protect Seohyun. His actions hurt her feelings.

Maybe he was just going to hurt me...

< Jun-seo's POV >

I was standing near the alley, witnessing everything that had happened. I knew this was going to happen at some point. I knew my parents were after Seohyun because they couldn't get me to join their "empire."

Sympathy took over my body, and I knew I shouldn't be doing this to her. After all the things she had done for me, her words make my miserable life go away. If only I knew this was going to happen sooner, I could've taken more action into it and act sooner. I could've done something to save her, but now she's lying helplessly on the ground with blood all over her body, staining the white cardigan that I had given her for her birthday. It was all my fault. She doesn't deserve this.

I went there slowly after the male had left, but I was frozen in my tracks. I didn't know what to do and what to say. After all, it was my fault because she was suffering very much, and I couldn't do anything about it.

-Time Skip-

Seohyun woke up in an unfamiliar and strange room. Greeted by a pounding headache, her whole body was aching. She couldn't remember what had happened after she had passed out on the street.

Her memories were all blurry, and she was unsure who had brought her here. Thinking it was Seungmin who did it, she reached out to her phone to text him.

Seungmin: I'm really srry.

Seohyun: it's okay

: I'm in the hospital rn, did u take me here last night?

Seungmin: thank god, ur okay

: u didn't answer my texts last night

: I was so worried for u

Seohyun: I'm fine

Seungmin: where r u rn? which hospital?

Seohyun: the one I went to last time

Seungmin: I'm coming right now

Seohyun: k, I'll be waiting

So it wasn't him, she thought as she let out a deep sigh. Thoughts were overwhelming her with who it could be. Who would care about a person that no one cared for? Who would be kind enough to her to bring a person so lifeless in an alley like that? Thoughts start to jumble in her mind but she was interrupted by Seungmin.

"I'm here, right here!" Seungmin said, panting in worry.

"Calm down, and it's not like I'm going anywhere," Seohyun said as she looked at the sky through the window.

"It's a pretty day, isn't it?" Seungmin asked as he placed his black backpack on the chair near the hospital bed.

"Yeah, it is," Seohyun sighed.

"But not prettier than you," Seungmin mumbled quietly under his breath.

"Huh?" Seohyun turned at Seungmin, confused.

"Nothing," Seungmin replied.

Seohyun smiled to herself and giggled quietly, making her cheeks turn a shade of crimson. Not knowing what she was feeling, she let out a deep sigh.

"Why does life have to be so difficult?"

"I don't know either," Seungmin said with a smile.

"Did I said that out loud?" Seohyun asked with a shocked expression.

"Technically, you did," he mockingly said.

"Aish, I just want to dig a deep hole and die,"

"Last night, you almost did. According to the doctors, you lost a lot of blood last night," he said, then continued, "but who took you here?"

"I was wondering about the same thing after I passed out. I couldn't remember a thing,"

"And?"

"And I think I saw someone, someone who looked much like Jun-seo,"

The room immediately went dead silent.

"Are you okay?" Seohyun asked worryingly.

"Yeah, I'm okay. But are you sure he was Jun-seo?"

"I'm not sure, but he looked so much like him, too much," she trailed off.

"Get some rest. It's almost 1 P.M., aren't you hungry?"

"No, I'm fine,"

"Okay then, I need to go to work now. It'll end at 7 pm, but I'll try to come back earlier,"

"It's okay. I'm fine here alone,"

Feeling upset that Seungmin had to leave early, she lay down on the bed, staring at the ceiling. Maybe, life was difficult for everyone, not just her. Life was difficult for everyone, and yet she was so focused on her own life and her worries. She never cared about anyone around her, what her parents might have thought when she was rebelling them. And what Jun-seo might have thought when she was throwing all her frustration on life at him.

Maybe this was the reason he left. Maybe he didn't want to deal with the Seohyun who always rants about problems in her life anymore. He must've hated me for all the things that I had done to him. I've never comforted him more than 10 times. I was just a waste of time for him... Maybe I was just worthless like what they told me I was... What have I done...?

Then, she heard a knock on the door... She said to come in, but no one ever did. After some moments, she realized how much she wanted Jun-seo to come back so she could apologize to him for all the things she had done, that she imagined someone knocking on the door, hoping it would be Jun-seo.

It's just too late...

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Indecisive - ( Pt. 1)

Yoongi Angst | Taehyung x Reader

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 (coming soon)

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader | Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Angst, fluff, BTS x Reader, series

Author’s note: SECOND FANFIC AYYYYY. I’ve been writing this one since….. this summer maybe?? lol idk im lazy af and i still have other stuff to write. RLLY GOOD STUFF TOO. ive been into angst stuff lately bc i love to break my heart over n over again :’))) thats my kink guys!!! getting my heart broken!! haha jk im srry i will sto p anyways. I love yoongi with all my heart,,,, but i also love taehyung with all my heart so i was like WHY NOT AHAHAHA bias vs bias wrecker ok now i’m overdoing this author’s note thing im srry pls enjoy btws i posted this without rlly reviewing it so YEAH LETS GET IIIIIIT

“Ew, what kind of face is that?” a low voice asked, looking at the screen on the phone you were holding up, the front camera facing you and raven haired male that sat next to you as you took a selfie. You had your face scrunched up, eyes rolled up to the point where the only the whites of your eyes were shown, you clicked the camera shutter.

“What’s wrong with silly pictures?” You pouted and turned to your date. As he looked back at you, he scoffed, “you call that silly? That’s more ugly than it is silly.” His tone was serious but you knew his humor consisted of roasts.

You couldn’t help but laugh and playfully hit his shoulder, “Okay, okay. We’ll take a good one.” Your hand still in position, you smiled at the camera showing teeth, while the young man smirked. Click. “There we go.” You cooed. The lights began dimming, indicating the movie was about to begin so you put your phone away.

You were amazed by the fact you were able to ask Yoongi out on a date to the cinema. You weren’t sure how to go about it but you asked your best friend, Taehyung for advice, he seemed weird about it but eventually he said to just go for it. You and Yoongi were good friends to begin with but you felt something else go on between you two (a lot of sexual awkward tension to be exact). For a while, neither of you acknowledged it, knowing it could possibly ruin your friendship, and that’s something the neither of you wanted.

Deciding to see a romantic comedy, Yoongi was first against it, but it was the only thing you could stand watching. Horror wasn’t your cup of tea, so Yoongi let it slide. To your surprise, you heard Yoongi laughing along beside you. Looking at him laughing, you couldn’t help but smile too.

Then, a sudden burst of happiness hit you. It was weird–it would happen from time to time and it’d come at the most random times. The feeling was strong and passionate that just couldn’t be ignored.

“Hey, Yoongi…” you began, but you stopped. Yoongi’s phone was vibrating in his pocket. As the screen lit up, his eyebrows knitted together, “ahh, what can I do..” he flashed his phone at you, “it’s Suran. I’ll be back.” Answering his call in a low whisper, he got up from his seat and walked while crouching, trying not to block people from veiwing the movie and walked outside of the movie theater.

All of your firey passion was gone in an instant. Your heart’s content was quickly replaced with sadness. ‘Why am I being like this..? It’s not like he’s leaving.. Ohmygod. Am I jealous?’ You felt frustrated about your own feelings. ‘No! I can’t be. They’re both my friends.’

Holding a burdensome conversation with yourself, a voice whispered into your ear, “I’m so sorry,” it was Yoongi. Making you snap out of the lonesome quarrel, you turned your head towards him, “Suran is… in need of my help. I have to go. I’ll see you later.”

To your understanding, you nodded, “alright. No worries, I hope everything’s fine..!” and with that, he rushed back out.

Trying to keep your cool, you sunk into your seat, ‘they’re both my friends… then why am I feeling like this?’ you could only ask yourself that same question over and over.

‘Next time, maybe?’ you asked yourself. The autumn night breeze blew your hair, chilling your cheeks and runny nose. The hoodie you wore under your jean jacket kept you warm. After Yoongi left, you had been in a sour mood and decided to leave without finishing the movie. You felt like you needed to take a walk, and that’s what you did. It felt nice to have some time to yourself and sort out these senses.

Getting home, you plopped down onto your bed, spreading your limbs out. Staring at the ceiling, you contiplated whether or not to text Yoongi. And after many debates, you finally decided yes. Pulling out your phone from your purse and clicking the message app, you picked Yoongi’s contact.

YOU: Hey, how is Suran doing? Is everything okay?

After a few minutes, you recieved a reply.

Yoongi-nie: Hey, everything’s fine, I guess. her boyfriend broke up with her so she needed my moral support… how was the movie? sorry i didn’t stick around long enough to see the ending. did they end up together?

YOU: oh no that’s terrible. HE DIDN’T DESERVE HER. HE’S AN ASS. I got her back, tell her that. and the movie was good. :) you lied guess we gotta redo this lil date so you can find out for yourself! haha

The reply from Yoongi took a little longer than you had hoped.

Yoongi-nie: Date? i didn’t know this was a date… i thought we were only hanging out….

What–. What the hell is that supposed to mean? Your heart was pounding hard against your chest.

YOU: Oh, hanging out? lol then do u want to go on a date sometime with me…?

At that point, you felt like your heart was going to beat out of your chest. Turning your screen off, you screamed while throwing your phone to the other side of your bed. The anticipation and anxiety began to build. “WHY DID I DO THAT? JEEZ, FUCK. OHMYGOD. NOOO. FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK–” Ding! You received a message.

Quickly crawling to the other side of your bed, you flipped over your phone and rushed to unlock it.

Yoongi-nie: No. Sorry. I don’t like you like that. I always thought I treated you like my annoying little sister, but I don’t want to keep leading you on. I’m sorry but I don’t feel that way.

Your heart sunk. It was the end. Honestly, you didn’t know what you were expecting. Your life isn’t like the romantic comedies. You weren’t going to get the boy. It happens.

YOU: Ahhh. Okay. Sorry, I misunderstood. I probably made you feel uncomfortable. Thanks for telling me the truth, though. I really appreciate it.

Yoongi-nie: Are you okay? I don’t want you to be depressed or anything.

At this point, your heart felt destroyed.

YOU: OMG. Yeah, I’m fine. Don’t worry about it. I just need some time if that’s okay.

Yoongi-nie: Take all the time you need. Again, I’m sorry.

YOU: Don’t apologize. It’s okay, seriously. Goodnight.

Yoongi-nie: Goodnight.

Recieving that last text, you set your phone on silent and played music. You didn’t think playing your favorite songs could make you feel so sad.

———————————————————————————————————–

The next day felt draining. Although you didn’t have work, your morning wasn’t as enjoyable as it could’ve been. Doing what you usually do on your day off, you jumped into the shower. Since you had no plans of going out, you only changed into comfy sweats and a t-shirt, and tied your hair up into a pony-tail. Next, you cleaned your apartment while listening to music that blasted through your speakers. It was a good distraction until you heard a knock at the door.

Turning down the music, you took a look at yourself in the mirror that hanged in the hallway before the front door and moved away misplaced strands of hair out of your face then opened the door.

It was Taehyung wearing his baggy tan hoodie and ripped blue jeans. He had what seemed like bags filled with food in his hands. “Good morning!” He smiled. You were able to keep it together since the night before and all morning but for some reason, seeing your best friend’s face made you break into tears. “Taaaaaehyuuuuung..!” you sobbed.

The brunette’s smile was wiped off with concern and confusion, “woah, woah what happen?” He closed the door behind him and placed the bags onto the table before wrapping his lengthy arms around you.

His warm embrace made you cry into his chest even harder and hug back. All that was heard were muffled sobs. “There, there.” he said softly, stroking the top of your head. He was patient with you, he always was. And it was rare to see you cry, Taehyung knew you were a strong when it came to your feelings. Stress, frustration or even just sad movies never made you cry.

After a few minutes of ugly sobbing, you stepped back, letting go and looking up at him through your blurry vision. Taehyung looked back into your eyes and only chucked, “well that’s a sight for sore eyes.” cupping your cheeks, he wiped away your tears as you sniffed. “Are you ready to tell me what happen?”

The only response you gave him was a slow nod. Tired of standing at the door, the both of you moved the conversation to your living room, where you told him about your heartbreak.

You sat at one end of the couch in a little ball while Taehyung sat at the other end. “Ahhh… this is so embarrassing…” you sighed, rubbing your eyes and sniffed.

“Why are you embarrassed? These are your feelings. There’s nothing you should be embarrassed about.” Taehyung comforted.

You sighed once again, “ah… why did I have to fall for Yoongi? I should’ve just fallen for you instead. We’re practically married,” leaning your head against the leather cusion of the couch and giggled.

Only a corner of Taehyungs lips lifted, “that’s food for thought.” He leaned over and patted the closest limb he was able to reach, which was your foot, weird but it still felt comforting, “I don’t know what else to say but to move on–things like this happen. I don’t want to sound like a jerk and tell you this but it’s the truth,” he sighed, “and I don’t want you to keep bringing your hopes up for them to be suddenly broken down again.”

Taking a deep breath and rubbing your eyes before combing through your hair with your fingers, you looked at him, “aghhh, you’re right. I have to get over him…. and I’ll start by eating that food you brought–where it at?” you got off the couch and quickly walked to the table in the hallway where Taehyung left the bags.

Opening the bags, it felt as if the food itself was glowing and shinning on your face. Was there a choir of angels singing? Who knows but you could hear them loud and clear. All you could do was mischievously laugh to yourself, “oh, Taehyungie. You know me so well.” The bags were filled with all of your favorite snacks and drinks.

“I thought we could watch some movies and chill all day while eating junk food,” the owner of the low and husky voice popped in, watching you drool from the hallway.

You looked up at the direction it come from and smiled, “Taehyung, you have perfect timing.”

[lxme-xss-imxgines]

Different//Jughead Jones x Reader (part two)

You live on the South Side with your father when he gets arrested, forcing you to move in with your mother on the other side of town.

Words: 1060

Warnings: none

Go read part one if you haven’t! There’s literally nothing else on my blog so no need for a link lol. Hope you like that this one is a lot longer!! ALSO I CURRENTLY CANT GET ON A COMPUTER SO I CANT BOLD OR ITALIC ANYTHING SO ITS EVEN SUCKIER!! SRRY!!!

When Jughead entered the cafeteria that day, he didn’t understand why there was so much commotion. Usually, the groups at lunch would keep their own conversations at their own tables. However, he could tell as soon as he walked in that something was off.

Jughead walked slowly over to his lunch table in order to greet his friends, but when he reached them, all he got was stares.

“What? Do I have something on my face?” he asked, confused, and took a seat next to his best friend Archie.

“Have you not seen her, Juggie?” Betty says, folding her hands and placing them on the table as soon as he sits down.

“Seen who? What the hell are you guys talking about?” He says and begins to survey the room.

And that’s when he spots someone out of place. Very out of place.

“Gotta give it to her, she has guts,” V shrugs and folds her arms across her chest.

“Yeah, if that’s what you want to call it,” Betty replies, rolling her eyes slightly.

“What else would you call it?” Archie asks. “Wearing that, in here? Basically a death wish.”

“Exactly!” Betty exclaims. “It’s like she’s asking for it.”

The three friends suddenly realized that Jughead hasn’t said a word since he spotted the girl.

“Jug? You good?” Archie questions, raising his eyebrows, waving his hands in front of Jughead’s face.

Jughead snaps out of his trance, looking back at his friends,”I’m fine, but there’s obviously a reason why she’s here. And it can’t be a good one.”

“Why do you care?” Betty stares at Jughead, waiting for an answer. “Juggie?”

“Because she used to be my best friend.”

***

You felt every single student’s eyes on you in that cafeteria. You wanted to vomit.

But you weren’t going to let them take away who you were. It sounds dramatic, but being a serpent means a lot to you. They’re your family.

Your ears begin to pick up a conversation, as one person isn’t very keen on keeping it quiet. You only hear fragments of the conversation, but you know the direction it’s coming from. Which happens to be directly behind you, a couple lunch tables away.

You roll your eyes, sitting up slightly and turning to face a group of teenagers, all of their faces unfamiliar. All except one.

“Jughead?” you whisper his name so quietly that it almost gets drowned out by the loud beating of your heart traveling through your ears. Almost right after you said his name, he turned to look at you in bewilderment. He couldn’t have hear you, could he?

Your breath catches in your throat as he continues to look at you while his friends continue to carry on their conversation. A minute or so later, his attention is called back to his friends. As soon as his attention is off you, you bolt out of the cafeteria.

***

Once the school day is finally over, you can’t get out of that place fast enough. Especially since you, unsurprisingly, had been receiving mediocre threats throughout the day.

‘Go to hell’ ‘You won’t last one more day here’ ‘Serpent slut. Go back to your part of town’

These comments are exactly what you expected, so you didn’t pay much attention to them. But someone else did.

As you were walking down the sidewalk, away from the school, you felt someone’s eyes on you. You sigh, turning around to face your alleged stalker. Your breath catches in your throat once again. Jughead.

“What do you want?” you wrap your hands around the straps of your backpack, impatiently tapping your foot.

“Why did you wear that?” He asks, looking at you with a sad expression.

“What?” you ask, then grabbing the ends of your jacket,”Oh, you mean this? Isn’t that the million dollar question.”

“And the answer to that question is … ?”

You sigh,”I’ve been taken from my home, my school, and my friends. My family. The least I can do is shamelessly wear this jacket. But you already knew that. What did you really want to ask me?”

He opens his mouth for a moment, then closing it again,”I came to ask why you transferred to Riverdale.”

You look at him, your eyebrows furrowed,”You really don’t know?” you ask in a slightly lower voice than previously.

He shakes his head,”Haven’t really been in touch with the Serpents lately.”

“I see,” you cross your arms, looking at the ground for a moment before looking back up at Jughead. “My father was arrested. He was at the bar and he got into a fight. We don’t know who he got in a fight with, the other guy ran off. However, he was still arrested on some stupid charge.”

There is silence for a second as Jughead tries to figure out what to say,”I’m sorry. Riverdale isn’t all bad, though. I promise.”

You let out a small, sarcastic chuckle.

A confused expression appears on Jughead’s face,”What’s so funny?”

“Thanks, but I remember the last time you said ‘I promise’. It didn’t go so well,” you begin to walk away, but then you feel a hand on your shoulder.

“You know I didn’t mean for that to happen.”

“No one means to stop being friends with someone. I just wish you would’ve tried harder.” You shake his hand off of your shoulder, quickly walking away from Jug. He watched you as you walked away, and once again did nothing to stop you.

You sigh heavily as an unwanted memour enters your mind.

Two years ago

“Summer’s almost over, J,” you break the silence. He could tell you were frowning without even looking at you.

“We still have a week,” he says and looks over at you with a small smile.

“One more week until we barely see each other. Especially since we’re about to start high school. It’ll be more hectic than ever.” You reply, continuing to stare into the night sky.

“You’ll always be my best friend. No matter what. If even by some slim chance we end up not friends anymore, you’ll always hold that spot.”

You look at him, smiling warmly. You reach over, pecking him on his cheek and he grins.

//

You didn’t know at the time that it was the last happy night you two would spend together.

[the-monkeies-girl]

#6 for Gaston?? ;)

HERE’S A LIL ONESHOT. srry if its not what you guys expected lol i was super tired while writing it! Thanks for reading, reblogs and likes are all appreciated! Have a good one.

Title: The Night Before.Pairing: Gaston x Reader.Words: 1,368.Rating: T.Summary: After sharing a kiss the night before, Gaston meets with you and tries to explain what he’s feeling.

“Pretending that nothing happened isn’t going to help either of us.” Hearing that voice in the morning was the last thing you expected. Hearing it as the first sound to awaken your senses after opening your front door was also to say the least, a big surprise. Stepping down from your front door, you pushed on his chest to get him to back away so you could walk. He did, but only half a step. Sighing in defeat, you stopped trying to maneuver your way around his broad body and cocked your hip to the side. You were all to aware of what he was referring to. You had been thinking about it ever since last night. You had gone to bed thinking about it and you had woken up thinking about it. 

You didn’t quite expect Gaston to be outside your house door though, ready to pester you about the mishap in the tavern the night before. You figured he’d have been too hungover to actually be awake this early, but here he was in all his post-war glory. Reckon, he did look a bit messier than his usual self, with a few stray hairs, bags under his eyes, and disheveled tan jacket that clung perfectly to his structured torso.

Looking at him in astonishment, it appeared as if he didn’t sleep at all and spent the night waiting to see you again. Clearing his throat, Gaston fixed his jacket, buttoning a few buttons in the middle before slicking back his hair. Rolling your eyes at the thought of Gaston performing such a romantic task specifically for you, you acknowledged his words. Swallowing softly, you grasped your skirt and tugged the fabric out of his hands swiftly. It left him a bit starstruck as you flattened the front of your dress and muttered to him, “It didn’t mean anything. It was just a kiss.”

“That’s a lie.” True, you thought to yourself and tipped your head back in meager defeat. “I was there. I felt it, your lips on mine.” Gaston’s mouth curled into a deep smirk at the memory replaying itself inside of his mind. “I know you kissed back before you ran off. I should know, all women kiss back when I-”

“We were both drunk. And I didn’t run off. I went home because I got tired.” Now that was a lie. You indeed ran off for reasons you weren’t quite sure of just yet. If given a bit more time to think, you could imagine the reasons being confusion or conflict. 

Holding your hands up, you pressed them against his chest to keep some sort of distance between the two of you as he took that half-step back towards you. They lingered desperately against him, something that Gaston took notice of right away. His previous statements were all absolutely right, but you had focused on at least pretending it didn’t happen. Gaston lifted his hands, cupping yours in one smooth motion. He wasn’t going to let you run away like you had last night. He was going to stay for as long as it took to get you to feel what he felt when you kissed him.

You shuddered. You figured he would have rough hands, he just appeared that way, but you didn’t expect them to be as calloused as they were. More specifically, it was his fingertips that felt more calloused than the rest of his hands. Wonderment found itself sneaking into your mind for a second, and you wanted to know what his hands felt like on more bare skin. You shook your head, getting that thought away from you as soon as possible before staring at Gaston sternly. The mere height difference between the two of you was almost laughable, but Gaston was bent down and leaning towards you to make for a more private conversation in the middle of a cobbled road. “I usually don’t go around kissing narcissistic jerks.” You informed him.

Gaston laughed at this, giving you a rather toothy smile before leaning closer to your face. You could feel his breath on your skin as you stared into his eyes. You had all intentions focused on standing your ground but it was a hard thing to do with him staring at you so intensely. “You can’t just pretend you felt nothing.” Gaston whispered. The tone he had used was more sensual than anything and normally it would had left you melting but you weren’t going to give in that easily.

“I do intend on pretending it didn’t happen just for the sake of my pride.” You snorted slightly. You caught eyes with the built man captivating your attention, and vice versa as you couldn’t take your eyes off of him any longer. Something swirled in them. Gaston was amused and seemed to be enjoying this, as if he knew something that you didn’t.

“You can’t tell me you didn’t feel something when we kissed.”

“You mean disgust?” You retorted with a bit of a smirk drawing its way to your lips. “Because I felt that.”

You were playing hard to get, Gaston thought to himself and let go of your hands. This was a playing field he happened to know all too well. He also knew that the only way to get a definite answer out of you, rather than one that was sarcastic and seemingly off put, would be to play easy to get. It’s all about the element of surprise, Gaston smiled at his train of thought. 

He’d just have to admit the truth and see where that gets him. Everyone loves a little truth in their life. “I felt something.” He paused and searched for the right words, for they was surely needed to set the mood. “I’ve never wanted to kiss anyone so much before. It was like… Kissing myself. Kissing absolute… Beauty…” By the time he got to the last word, his was a lot more breathless and seemed almost defenseless. It set off alarms in your mind.

“I’m flattered, but like I said, I don’t usually go around kissing-” You didn’t get the chance to reply completely as Gaston cupped the right side of your face. It was a tender stroke that left you feeling light headed. Involuntarily, you found yourself tilting your head towards his hand, eager for the warmth it was giving your cheek. “Narcissistic…” You knew what was happening but the mere way he was looking at you, unlike the way he looked at most things, was something to be alarmed at. Gaston looked into your eyes as if he cared for you, which was something extraordinary considering the only thing that usually gets this sort of look from him is his reflection in the mirror, “jerks…”

With one last movement, Gaston had captured your lips once again. It was like the night before, only this time, you were going to remember it all as clear as day. The way his lips melted against yours, conforming to the shape of your mouth. They way they didn’t force anything out of you as if you owed him this kiss, no. They were gentle and smooth, and it was then that you gave up. Gaston knew you felt the same as he did, and there was no point in trying to deny it any longer.  The stubble on his face tickled yours as he tilted his head to deepen the kiss. An overpowering sense of urgency overcame you at the beckoning call of such emotion in a small gesture of affection. 

You cupped the back of his head, tangling your fingers into his dark hair, letting your eyes fall shut and kissed back as eagerly as you had imagined you did last night. It was heavily appreciated for a few seconds later, Gaston reached around your waist with his free hand and pulled you against him. Chest to chest, you found it difficult to hold onto any sort of rationality as he kissed you with such passion. Gaston reached up, now cupping both sides of your face. With his thumbs stroking your cheeks adoringly, he pulled away and muttered against your lips, “Was that disgust you felt?”

[mangon3cta]

After Forever

SIMON DOMINIC

GENRE: IDEK

WORD COUNT: 2,239

for this anon

i always go too deep into these requests. there was actually more i wanted to add but it would’ve gotten too long

a/n: i should’ve used his real name but i liked typing simon better srry

I turned left through the hallways, reciting the directions Jay had told me in my head like a mantra. He had asked me to deliver a message to the second CEO of AOMG; Simon Dominic. Jay lost his phone and now I was his texting app.

I finally found the studio Simon worked at and knocked on the door before slowly opening it. Simon, who was seated in front of the computer, turned around to look at me and I smiled. “Jay told me to tell you that he wanted to see you,” I informed him.

“Is it urgent?” Simon asked.

“It must be since he sent me all the way down here.”

Simon nodded and stood up. “Alright then.” He brushed past me out the door and I watched disappear down the hallway. I looked back at the room which was wide open. Without another thought, I walked inside, shutting the door behind me.

The room was wide but slightly cramped and there was soft music occupying the still air. I moved over to the computer and clicked the chrome icon. YouTube popped up. The song that was playing was “Hyung” by Dumbfoundead featuring Dok2, Tiger JK and of course, Simon Dominic himself.

I smiled. Ever since Simon filmed Show Me The Money 5, he had started becoming more busy. Usually, he’d keep to himself. But nowadays, he was doing features, working more on his music and basically trying to get out there again. It was cool.

“I really shouldn’t be doing this,” I whispered to myself as I started snooping around in his things to maybe find a teaser to what he was working on at the moment. I wasn’t going to look too deeply or I might find something I’d regret seeing.

I clicked here and there trying to find something. “Having fun?” A voice said behind me. That voice only belonged to one person. I froze in the seat, cursing myself for my stupidity. I slowly rolled back and stood up, facing Simon who had a quite irritated expression on his face.

“I…I was just…you see,” I tried forming words in my mouth but everything just sounded lame.

“Yeah, get out,” Simon replied and I quickly ran out the door, heated with embarrassment. I’m sensitive so I almost teared up as I walked back to Jay’s office.

“Hey, where were you? I thought you’d come back,” said Jay as I entered the room.

“Nowhere,” I mumbled, sighing deeply.

“Well anyway, I’m taking work off early and I don’t really need anything else so you can go home.”

I bit my lip in frustration and picked up my bag. “Thank you sir, if you need something else you can call me,” I said sarcastically.

Jay laughed. “There’s no need to call me sir, we’re friends.” I could’ve cursed at him but I held my tongue because I would’ve cried at the same time.

“You know, I really, really hate you.” I slammed the door and stormed out of the building towards my car. Those hateful feelings I sometimes felt towards my older brother were coming back. He was only a year older but he acted like he was the boss of me.

Technically, Jay was my boss. Ever since AOMG became popular, I was dying to work with him. I used to do a normal job at an office, but Jay Park being the CEO of AOMG and my brother came with some advantages (and disadvantages but that’s not for now).

I also loved music. But when I asked to work with him, Jay had gotten the wrong idea. I wanted to produce, make music, but Jay thought I wanted to work for him, not with him. Now I was his office assistant. I couldn’t speak up to him about him because 1) he didn’t know I’m good at music and 2) he’d probably just say no. My insecurity towards myself and my admiration towards my brother really gets in the way.

Now I didn’t want to lose this job because this is the closest I’ve ever been to real life musicians. I was friends with everyone, but I’d seen them work and it really inspired me to do my own things; not in the company, but at home.

When I returned to work the next day I contemplated apologizing to Simon. I was in the wrong and Simon’s scary when he’s mad but I knew it was the right thing to do. I knocked on the door to his studio.

“Come in.” I pushed the door open and walked inside with a forced smile on my face. Simon didn’t look angry but rather annoyed that I was here again.

“Listen,” I started, licking my lips. “I just wanted to apologize for yesterday.”

“Go ahead.”

I sighed. “I’m sorry I was looking in your things…I really didn’t mean to.” I looked around for a chair and sat down. Simon watched me with a look on his face that seemed to say “are you for real right now?”.

I continued. “I’m really sorry. The thing is, ever since this company grew big, Jay’s been acting like he’s better than me. I wanna do music too…but he just doesn’t understand. I try to be around here – around you guys, that is because you’re so cool and it really inspires me and I want to be like you…to do what you guys do because I love it so much.” Before I knew it I was just spilling my heart out to him.

“Why are you telling me this?” Simon asked. He was leaning back on his chair. I flushed and stood up.

“Sorry, I got carried away. The point is, I hope you forgive me.” I walked over to the door and opened it.

“Wait,” said Simon and I turned to face him. “Close the door and sit back down.” I hesitantly closed the door and took my seat again.

“You do music?”

I smiled excitedly. “Yeah I do. It’s a hobby but I’ve been trying to turn into a job.” I shrugged.

“How come no one knows – I mean, how come Jay doesn’t know?”

“I just never told him….I’m too scared I guess.”

Simon looked up in thought. “So have you worked on anything?” I enthusiasm returned as I reached for my phone.

“Lots actually. I made something that was inspired by you and GRAY on Show Me The Money,” I began to play the track. “It’s like an epilogue to Forever.” I handed Simon the phone so he could listen clearly. The entire song was about 3 minutes, while the part I had produced was a mere 1 minute, but I was so proud of it.

Simon sported a poker face for those entire 3 minutes and I suddenly felt sick. Maybe he didn’t like it. When the song had ended, he returned my phone and nodded.

“First of all, where did you get the beat?”

I lowered my head in shame. “I found it on Jay’s computer. I know its stealing but I wasn’t going to show it to anyone.” I chuckled guiltily. “You probably think I’m the saddest person on earth, but I’m just really desperate.”

Simon laughed and I relaxed a little. “It’s actually much better than I had expected.”

“Really?!”

“You should really get someone to rap on it – like an epilogue,” he suggested. I flushed and shook my head.

“Nah, I don’t really know anyone anyway.”

“Well, you know me.” I looked up in disbelief. Whenever I listened to the track I always imagined Giriboy or San E’s voice. I’d never imagined Simon Dominic to be on it. “If you want, that is.”

I nodded eagerly. “That would be a dream come true.”

“Okay, I’ll talk to Jay and I’m sure GRAY will let us use the original song since this is just the demo. I think this will be good.”

+

In the afternoon, Jay called me to his office and I went there reluctantly. He looked disappointed and I knew what this talk was going to be about. “Simon talked to me yesterday –“

“I know,” I said, plopping down on one of the chairs. “I know what he talked to you about and I already apologized to him. He’s okay.”

“Why would you do that? Mom and dad raised you better than this, I’m embarrassed.”

I groaned. “Well you don’t have to be. Oh, and I don’t want to be your assistant anymore.” Jay looked taken back by my serious tone.

“What? You said you wanted to work with me.”

“With you, Jay, I wanted to work with you, not for you. I don’t wanna be your dumb office assistant. All I do is sit around in your office and get you coffee whenever you want. And send your stupid messages. I’m sick of it.”

Jay blinked and sat down, confused. “Well…I didn’t know you felt that way.”

“I like music too. Stop acting as if you’re better than me just because you have this huge popular company and lots of cool rappers. I wanted to do music with you, Jay.” I sniffed.

“Oh.” Jay nodded. “Why did you tell me before?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know…I thought you wouldn’t like it. I mean, you’re Jay Park and I’m just me.” Jay chuckled.

“You’re my sister,” he walked over to me and sighed. “Are you mad at me?”

“Yes, I am.” Jay put his arms around my shoulders in an awkward attempt to hug me. “Well, I guess I’m not that mad. I just wanted to get that off my chest.”

“Then I hope you feel better. Tell you what, how about you show me your stuff and we can work on it together?”

“Actually, Jay, Simon was helping me. We were discussing it before you called me here. He said he was gonna talk to you about it too.”

“You went to him first?” asked Jay.

“He asked me,” I told him. “Or else no one would’ve known.”

+

So we worked on the track for days after that. GRAY GROUND was where all the magic happened so I occupied myself in there; me, Simon, Jay and Gray. But some days it was just me and Simon. There wasn’t much to write considering the remix was just a minute longer but, according to Simon, lyrics were hard to write. You needed inspiration and a clear mind.

“You give me inspiration,” he told me. I was sitting on the floor with my laptop on my lap. I looked up, laughing.

“That’s going a little too far, don’t you think?”

Simon chuckled and shook his head. “Really? I was being completely serious.” He left what he was doing to face me. “Someone like you, diligent, young and fresh, that gives me inspiration. You’re like a burst of cold air on a hot day. Seeing you work hard makes me want to work hard too, to write witty lyrics as fast as I can.”

I smiled and looked down at the keyboard. The thought that someone like him could get inspiration from someone like me was a little overwhelming. It triggered me to work even harder so that he could take from me and we could help each other.

With everything going on, I was finally formally introduced to the rest of the AOMG family as a “rookie producer”. They liked me and Gray told them he was proud that I had chosen his beat for this track.

Jay really liked the finished product and said he would release it as soon as he had contacted some people. I told him the title of the remix was called After Forever and he complemented my sense.

When the song was released it achieved an all-kill on the charts. I knew it was because BeWhy was so popular and the fact that Simon Dominic made a somewhat comeback. I was proud of my work and Simon said I should work with more people.

And sure enough after that I was getting phone calls from media outlets and other companies asking me to produce for them too. I needed a little break because the sudden attention was making me emotional.  

“Here’s to Y/N!” Jay announced. There were cheers for me and Simon patted me on the back. I smiled and bumped champagne glasses with everyone near me. I was at an AOMG party – strictly for AOMG label mates only. This was my first time being invited despite having worked at the company for a year now.

“Also,” Jay continued. “I got a call this morning from guess who?” I looked at Jay, listening intently. “From Lee Byung-Yoon. He said we wants a collaborative album with you, Y/N.” More cheering and I flushed, goosebumps rising on my skin. “I just couldn’t deny such a heavenly offer. What do you say, Y/N?”

“DO IT, DO IT, DO IT!”

“A whole album is a little –“

“Wouldn’t that mean we’d get to spend more time with each other?” Simon whispered in my ear as I considered the suggestion.

“I’ll do it.” I would be lying if I said there wasn’t an ulterior motif in my answer. Although working with the one and only BeWhy would be a glorious experience; the fact that Simon probably would be helping me the entire time was something else to look forward to.

[baroquebucky]

jealous boy

a/n: it’s four am pls forgive any mistakes also i wrote a lil blurb abt this but idk if i should post what we thinking ?? pls give me feedback it keeps me motivated :-( srry if this is shit lmao

timmy rarely gets jealous

mainly bc theres no situations for him to get jealous

you are always quick to ignore any advances made towards you or timothée is always there to prevent any guy from even attempting to flirt

until you decide to go to a bar w timmy against your will

you had wanted to stay in and watch Star Wars, but alas h convinced you other wise, persuading you to get ready to head out to a new bar he found

“but kylo-” you started and he groaned, mumbling something about how you care more about a fictional character than him.

he grumbled for a couple more seconds before you rolled your eyes and got up to get ready, making him kiss you all over and make him giddy

at first timothée had his arm wrapped around your waist, then he started talking w his hands and let you go

you got lost in conversation and you eventually just left his side completely, wondering around the bar

you sat at the bar, slouching in your seat when a man sat next to you, obviously trying to flirt

timothée kept his eyes on you the whole time, glancing between the director infront of him and you talking with this man

he noticed your small smile forming and he knew you were giggling

his blood fucking boiled, only he made you giggle like that, who the fuck does this guy think he is

He held off from going over, not wanting to be rude to the director he was talking to, but he couldn’t focus when he knew you were laughing with someone who wasn’t him

“I’m sorry but if you’ll excuse me i have to take care of something” he spoke quickly, making quick strides towards you

he calmed himself down on his way over, stopping halfway through, thinking to himself how stupid he was being

until you titled your head back laughing and the guy touched your arm smiling at you

oh no. Timothée felt his nostrils flare and he clenched his jaw, he quickly walked next to you, his eyes glaring at the man

“oh look who decided to remember i existed” you rolled your eyes, decided to be bold

“y/n dont” timothee spoke lowly

“you’re her boyfriend? gotta admit i expected a little more, i mean look at her” the man winked at you, obviously drunk you blushed deeply

“excuse me?” Timothee growled, god if you didn’t stop him he was gonna fucking beat this man up

“I mean she deserves so much better than you! For fucks sake you left her because what? You wanna land a role” he rolled his eyes, timothée clenched his jaw

“y/n i can show you some real fun if you want” he spoke, mainting eye contact with timothee, he knew what he was doing

that’s all it took

timothee grabbed him by the shirt, lifting up to keep eye level with him, timothées eyes were no longer the light color you came to love, rather they were dark and full of rage

“You watch your fucking mouth” he spoke, his fist clenching this mans shirt tightly, his other hand was balled into a fist, nails digging into his palms

“or what? You gonna hurt me? Please you won’t do shit” the mean laughed in timothées face, it didn’t take you long to sober up a bit and realize what was about to happen

Timothée was quick to let the man down and you pressed you gentle hand to his back

He turned to you, eyes dark and face flushed, you could see his muscles flexed through his shirt, his breathing was ragged

“hey let’s go home angel okay?” You spoke softly, you laced your hand through his, your touch calming him

“I knew you wouldn’t do shit, she could do so much better than you” the man laughed from behind you

You screwed your eyes closed “why’d you have to go and say that!” You groaned knowing what timothée was gonna do

In a flash timmy had let go of your hand, his fist landing on the mans face, a not so quiet crack could be heard, everyone becoming quiet as the mans nose started bleeding

“What the fuck did you say?” Timothée spoke, everyone stared in shock, here was the same boy who giggled nervously every other word

Timothée was enraged to say the least, his breathing was rough, eyes dark, muscles flexed and he looked so powerful.

For a second even you were scared to approach him, his stance making him look taller than he was, you quickly grabbed his hand before he could hit the man again, pulling him away quickly

Timothées jaw was still clenched, he held you close to him as you both left, the crowd of people scurrying out of his way, everyone suddenly afraid of angering the curly headed brunette

The cold New York air hit his flushed face and you let out a sigh

Timothée was still shaking in anger, his knuckles slightly red from punching the man

“angel, baby look at me calm down” you spoke softly, timothée only grumbled, pacing back and forth

“Who the fuck does he think he is? Making you giggle? Youre mine” he spoke, his voice low and deep, you had never seen him this angry before

“mon amour relax!” you replied, grabbing his wrist and pulling him into a hug, hoping it would call him down

“can’t believe he had the nerve to even look at you” he spoke, nuzzling his head into your neck, kissing the skin softly

you held him tightly, the wind blowing around the two of you, letting him calm his breathing

“I’m sorry amoureuse i didn’t mean to ignore you, i just got caught up and-” he began, you quickly shut him up, placing your lips on is.

it was a quick but passionate kiss, lasting only a couple seconds but the two of you pulled away breathless

you gave him a soft smile which he returned, grinning shyly

“that was kinda hot im not gonna lie” you mumbled under your breath, it wasn’t unnoticed by timothée, seeing as though he pulled you along faster to your car, racing home, adrenaline pumping

timothée rarely got jealous, but when he did it sure was a sight for sore eyes