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jaehyunfirstlove · 4 years

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It’s senior year and you have no time for distractions, so you make a pact with your best friend, Jaehyun, that you both won’t date and just help each other make it through the year. You weren’t prepared for your brother’s friend to show up and throw your world into chaos. Will you make it out unscathed, or will you gain a boyfriend and lose a friend in the process? (More importantly, will you graduate from college :)

Pairing: college!Jaehyun x f. reader, Lucas x f. reader (briefly)

Special appearances: Lucas, Mark

Genre: best friends to lovers, college au, fluff, angst, smut (18+ only)

Warnings: pining, love triangle, unprotected sex, Lucas is irresistible, Mark is annoying, Y/N is clueless, Jaehyun is jealous

Word count: 7.9k

Taglist: @jaehyunnie77, @nctsworld (send me a message if you want to be tagged in future fics)

A/N: This has been living in my head for a while, not sure it turned out the way I wanted it to but I wanted to get it out before Dear.M came out (edit: since Dear.M has been postponed I guess it doesn’t matter). Also my contribution to @nctsworld writing challenge :)

You’ll never forget that day.

It was already a few weeks into the semester and someone was still moving in, boxes and other miscellaneous belongings stacked beside the elevator. You found it odd that someone would start school so late but you just shrugged your shoulders, thinking it had nothing to do with you and just waited patiently for the next elevator.

“Noona!” you turned at the sound of your brother’s voice, knowing he would be the only one who would call you that in public.

“I told you to stop calling me that when we’re at school,” you rolled your eyes at him but he just laughed, completely ignoring you.

“Look who it is!” he smacked your shoulder and pointed excitedly behind him. You craned your head to look around him, and met eyes with a familiar face. Only it was much handsomer and more grown up than you remembered.

“Hi noona,” he shyly waved with one hand, holding a box handily with the other.

“Lucas?” you recognized him but at the same time you were shocked at the change. You only remembered a grubby and chubby little kid who wreaked havoc with your younger brother, the two of them together a swirling tornado of flailing limbs and piercing shrieks, leaving a trail of destruction in their wake. The very memory of it made your eye twitch.

Yet here he was standing in front of you, much taller than you, that cute face from childhood transformed into the chiseled features that made people swoon. Indeed you felt your knees weak at the sight of him, noticing how the muscles in his arm bulged as he held the box.

He blushed as you stared, and you metaphorically picked your jaw up off the floor as your brother went on chattering.

“... came back from abroad and he was lucky to get in! And since I didn’t have a roommate they paired him with me! Everything works out in the end, isn’t that cool?” Mark was talking animatedly, practically vibrating with excitement at the prospect of tearing it up again with his childhood friend.

“Yeah, that’s awesome,” you replied, swallowing thickly. This would not do. You had no time to be attracted to anyone, let alone your brother’s friend.

“Well, it was nice to see you again, noona,” Lucas smiled at you. The elevator doors had opened and they had both stepped in.

“Y-yeah, nice to see you too, Lucas,” you stuttered, and his smile grew until it reached his eyes, “and you can call me Y/N!” you called out, but the elevator doors were already closing.

“Shit.” You muttered under your breath, your brain already swirling with thoughts of this new complication.

“What’s up?”

“Hm?” you turned to see your best friend, Jaehyun, come up to stand beside you.

“You look like you just saw a ghost,” he chuckled, elbowing you playfully.

“Not a ghost,” you replied thoughtfully, “just Mark’s friend, but he’s grown up.”

Jaehyun laughed at you. “Well duh, that’s what people do? Grow?”

“No, I mean he’s grown. Like ‘holy shit he’s a man’ type of grown.” You shook your head at the thought of it, eyes glazed over, completely missing how Jaehyun frowned as he watched your reaction.

“Ah,” was all he said, before he suddenly smacked you in the arm, jolting you out of your reverie. “Hey, but remember our pact. No dating!” he stated firmly.

“Pfft,” you scoffed, “I’m not attracted to him at all,” you said, a bit too loudly. Jaehyun eyed you, completely unconvinced, especially since you could feel your cheeks heating up.

“Well, whatever,” he shrugged, turning away from you so you couldn’t see the disappointment in his face. “Let’s go to class.”

---

For the next few weeks you avoided Lucas as much as you could, which wasn’t too hard since he was a sophomore and had no classes anywhere near you. But that also meant you had to avoid your brother, since they were roommates.

[Noona, why can’t you just drop it off? I need it so bad!!]

[I can’t go all the way to your dorm today, just meet me outside the cafe and I’ll give it to you]

You put your phone down on the table, sighing at Mark’s less than enthusiastic text in response.

“What’s wrong?” Jaehyun asked, looking up from his books.

“Oh Mark needed this fan,” you pointed to the bag at your feet, “I just told him to come here and pick it up.”

“I was wondering why you were lugging that thing all over campus,” Jaehyun peeked underneath the table at the fan tucked messily into a battered Trader Joe's reusable shopping bag. “Why didn’t you just bring it to his dorm?”

You shook your head vehemently. “Oh no no no, I am not going there. Can’t do it. Won’t do it.”

Jaehyun watched you carefully as you nervously played with your hair. “Is it because of him?” he finally asked.

You nodded absentmindedly, “I can’t afford any distractions right now, right? No dating, like you said!” You slammed your fist onto the table forcefully, but Jaehyun didn’t flinch. He just stared at you.

“You like him that much.” It was meant to be a question but came out more like a statement, and in a tone you’d never heard from your best friend. It sounded almost accusatory.

“Hey! Can you blame me? Have you seen him?” you went into defense mode, completely misinterpreting his tone of voice. He just turned his face away from you, unable to hide the hurt he was feeling. You just thought he was upset that you might be threatening the pact you both had made so you tried to smooth things over. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to date him. But it’s better that I don’t see him too much, you know?”

“Good idea,” was all Jaehyun said, before he turned his attention back to his books.

“Noona!” you looked up to see Mark walking towards you, and you were about to rebuke him for calling you that when you saw who was with him.

“Hi noona,” Lucas smiled, coming to stand beside Mark. Your heart was beating out of your chest at the sight of him, your throat suddenly dry.

“H-hi guys,” you managed, before turning to Mark, “I told you to meet me outside?”

“Sorry we wanted a drink,” he turned to Jaehyun, “hey hyung, you remember my friend, Lucas?” he gestured towards Lucas excitedly.

“Of course,” Jaehyun said politely, “Nice to see you again, man,” he held out his hand and Lucas shook it enthusiastically.

“I heard you were at this school too, this is so cool!” Lucas exclaimed, “We’re all back together again!”

Despite Lucas and Mark’s bright demeanors you felt a tension in the air so thick you could cut it with a knife. You were puzzled as to where it could be coming from, looking from your brother to Lucas to Jaehyun. No one seemed to be giving anything away, until Jaehyun locked eyes with you and you saw something flash for a split second.

It was a look you’d never seen before, that you couldn’t quite place. Was he angry? Did he not like Lucas? You went back through your memories but you couldn’t remember them not getting along, Jaehyun had no siblings so Mark and Lucas were like little brothers to him. So what was this feeling?

“Anyway here’s the fan,” you shoved the bag into Mark’s hands, not caring that you had rudely interrupted whatever small talk was happening between the three of them. You just wanted them to leave, especially Lucas.

“Okay, okay, I get it, you two want to be alone,” Mark winked, giggling at his own joke, but you just rolled your eyes.

“Very funny, you know it’s not like that, now get lost,” you grumbled, turning your attention away from them and towards your books. Mark only shrugged, turning to walk away. Jaehyun dropped his gaze, hoping no one saw the hurt in his eyes.

“Bye, noona,” Lucas lightly touched your arm as he walked past you. You felt a shiver go up your spine at the contact, but you resolutely composed yourself.

“I told you to call me Y/N,” you responded firmly.

He only turned back to look at you, smiling widely. “I just like calling you ‘noona’,” he said, before walking away to join Mark.

You must have had the dumbest look on your face because Jaehyun just laughed, almost bitterly.

“Wow,” was all he said, shaking his head, no trace of his usual good spirits. He suddenly started packing up his books.

“Where are you going?” you asked, surprised at his sudden movements, “We’re not done with this chapter!”

“I suddenly lost my appetite,” he responded, not looking at you at all, “you got this, just call me if you have any problems.”

You watched his retreating back, wondering what had happened to put him in such a mood.

---

The rest of the semester was tough, your professors were a lot harder on you and all of your courses were kicking your ass. Worst of all, your best friend and trusty study partner had ghosted you.

[How about tonight? Can you come by]

[Can’t, sorry]

[Come on I’m dying! I need help with this so bad!]

[You got this]

You pulled your hair in frustration, wanting to scream at Jaehyun’s sudden reticence. You’d confronted him about it in the one class you shared but he just shrugged, making some lame excuse about how the coursework was so much harder than he thought it was so he needed to concentrate. You had scoffed, knowing full well that was not the case for the ace student that he was. For as long as you’d known him he had always been the one who’d gotten the highest grades in every class he was in. You had persisted, trying to get it out of him but the professor had started speaking, and as soon as class had finished he’d left to talk to some other friends.

Maybe you two were drifting apart, and you hadn’t noticed, too busy with school and trying to avoid your feelings for Lucas. You shook your head at the thought of Lucas, but as if your thoughts could conjure him he suddenly appeared in front of you.

“Hi noona,” he whispered, cognizant of the bent over backs of the other students studying at the library around you. You gaped at him as he pulled out the chair across from you at the table you were at. “Is it okay if I sit here?” he asked innocently.

You swallowed the lump in your throat, fully aware that you should say no, but your head betrayed you and nodded at him. He smiled widely and your heart thumped in your chest.

“Thanks,” he said, taking a seat and spreading out his books, “the other tables were full, you really saved my life.”

You just nodded, trying to look anywhere but at his face, but he just kept smiling so charmingly you couldn’t help it. You’d sneak a look up at him now and then, and every time he would catch you and smile. The two of you didn’t talk very much, mostly because you didn’t want to disturb the quiet but also because you didn’t want whatever was happening to go any further. Lucas, however, had different expectations.

“Hey, if you’re not busy after this, maybe we can go for a coffee? Catch up? I feel like I haven’t really spent any time with you.” The smile he leveled at you this time was so dazzling you were momentarily blinded.

“Um,” you started, your brain short-circuiting, “I… uh… don’t think-”

“Aww, come on, noona! I haven’t seen you in so long! Please, just one coffee?” he made a face that resembled that one emoji you used so often that Jaehyun had it saved in his phone instead of your name.

You opened your mouth to say no, you had really meant to, your lips even forming the word, but he kept looking at you with that face and you knew you were done for.

“Sure,” you said in defeat, “just one, though.”

“Great!” he clapped his hands in glee, forgetting where he was, and when the people around him shot him dirty looks he slapped his hand over his mouth in a comically over-dramatic display. You couldn’t help but laugh, looking up just in time to see Jaehyun walking past your table. He stared between the two of you, not saying a word. You stood up to call him over but he turned away from you abruptly and walked away.

“Let’s go, noona,” Lucas called you, and you looked between him and your best friend, torn as to who to follow. You had to admit Jaehyun’s coldness towards you was hurting you, but you had reached out to him and he had shut you down. You packed up your stuff and followed Lucas to the cafe.

Later that night you got a text from Jaehyun:

[Remember our pact]

You wanted to throw your phone and scream at him for being so frustrating. You decided to ignore him, since that’s what he had been doing to you. You didn’t bother answering his text, and for the first time in your decade-long friendship you didn’t text him ‘good night’.

---

“Hey, we have room, wanna ride home with us?”

It was winter break, and everyone who was going home was standing on the curb waiting for their pickup. You spotted Jaehyun, and even though the two of you still hadn’t spoken, you couldn’t help but offer. He started at the sound of your voice, almost smiled, before he shook his head.

“Thanks, but my dad is on his way,” he kicked at the ground with the toe of his shoe when you didn’t say anything in response, then finally looked away.

Truth be told, you were hurt. You’d been hurt since the day you two stopped talking, the day you went for coffee with Lucas. You had tried to keep your attention on Lucas, which wouldn’t have been too hard because he talked so animatedly, but your mind kept going over Jaehyun’s reaction when he saw the two of you. You couldn’t make sense of it, and you couldn’t make sense of his sudden disinterest. You had been friends for most of your lives, and he had never acted that way before. You finally settled on the fact that he probably didn’t want to be your friend anymore, college changes people after all, and his plans for after graduation were so grandiose and involved and probably definitely didn’t include you. A sadness had washed over you then, the two of you had been inseparable since middle school, you hadn’t gone a day without seeing him or speaking to him. The prospect of him not being in your life hurt you more than you would ever admit.

Turning away from him you loaded your bags into the trunk of your mom’s car, while Mark climbed into the passenger’s seat, excitedly relaying the details of his day-to-day to your ever-patient mom. You got into the backseat and closed your eyes, wanting to forget your college experience for a while.

---

Four days into your break you couldn’t escape it.

“Honey, set three more places for dinner, the Jeongs are coming over.”

Your hand froze midway to placing the silverware on the table at your mom’s statement.

“Are you serious?” you asked in shock.

“What are you so surprised for? We always have them over during your breaks. Besides, I haven’t seen Jaehyun in months, I want to know how he’s doing in senior year.”

Your mom had unofficially adopted Jaehyun, when you were kids his parents had been busy with work, so he had spent a lot of time at your house. Your mom loved doting on him because he was so polite and well-mannered, almost an antithesis to the hellraiser that was your younger brother.

Dinner had been a calm affair, the parents speaking amongst themselves, while you picked at your food and Mark occasionally would start talking at breaks in the conversation. Jaehyun sat across from you, looking much more relaxed than he did at school. He was always polite around your parents, but you noticed he seemed lighter, freer, smiled and joked more. He even spared you a glance here and there, the corners of his mouth almost turning up into a smile.

“Oh mom, guess who’s going to our school now?” Mark suddenly burst out.

“Lucas is back, right? I spoke to his mom. That’s wonderful that you’re back together.” Your mom smiled fondly at your brother. At the mention of Lucas’ name you looked over at Jaehyun, who dropped his gaze, suddenly intensely preoccupied with his broccoli.

“Yeah! And I think he likes noona!” Mark looked at you while he said this, waggling his eyebrows. You smacked him hard in the arm.

“Not at all, that is not happening,” you protested, shooting daggers with your eyes at your brother. He only shrugged, rubbing his arm where you had hit him.

“Whatever, I know you guys go on coffee dates and he texts you all the time! I see that stupid look on his face when he’s texting,” he screwed up his face and mimicked Lucas texting on his phone and everyone laughed.

Everyone, except Jaehyun. He looked at you, with something like hurt in his eyes, before he looked away quickly.

“That is not true, we went on one coffee date, one!” you emphasized the word by putting up your index finger, “and it is not me he is texting all the time, trust me,” you added firmly.

Your mom just smiled. “I’m not opposed to Lucas, he’s a sweet boy,” she stated, “the only other boy I’d be happy about you dating is Jaehyun.” She smiled sweetly at him while his parents smiled at you, both nodding in approval.

Normally when she said things like this you would just roll your eyes at her, reminding her that you and Jaehyun were just friends, but this time you felt your palms get sweaty and your face felt warm. You looked over at Jaehyun and he still hadn’t looked up from his plate, but his ears were as red as the tomato sauce on the pasta.

“Am I the only one here who would be happy with no one dating?” your dad finally spoke up. “Not that I don’t approve of any of you, I just think senior year is hard enough as it is.” He shrugged, taking a sip of his wine while your mom patted him soothingly on the shoulder.

“Yes, yes, we’re not suggesting anything, merely stating our preferences.” She looked over at Jaehyun’s mom, the two of them sharing a conspiratorial smile.

---

After dinner you and Jaehyun were tasked with doing the dishes, while the parents relaxed in the living room and Mark cleaned off the table.

“You, uh, missed a spot,” you held up the plate to Jaehyun, indicating the still soapy area with a sweep of your finger. He nodded and took it from you, passing it under the running water and handing it back. You dried it carefully, watching him as you did, the silence between you so heavy it felt like a weight on your chest.

“It’s nice being home, isn’t it?” you attempted conversation hesitantly.

He nodded, thankfully not ignoring you, and actually smiled to himself. “Yeah, really nice.”

You brightened at those three words, and at the fairly pleasant conversation you were having, the first in such a long time.

“Right? It feels so nice.” You agreed, unable to stop the wide smile forming on your face. He finally looked over at you and couldn’t help smiling himself.

“It feels good to be away from the pressures of-” he cleared his throat, “-uh, school.”

“Mm,” you nodded, feeling there was something in his tone you couldn’t place. Determined to ignore it and mend the rift in your friendship, you elbowed him lightly in the arm, “Hey, bet you can’t beat me in Mario Kart!”

He laughed, turning off the water and wiping his hands. “We’ll see.”

---

You spent the rest of the break almost inseparable again, your friendship back to what it had been. The happiness you felt was indescribable, sometimes you even surprised yourself at the giddiness you would feel when you could spend time with him. You just figured it was the hurt you’d felt all those months finally being soothed away. Jaehyun was an important person in your life so naturally it would make sense that you would be happy that he was back in it.

On the last night of your break the two of you were sitting on the floor in your bedroom, laughing over old photos. After flipping through a few more, he came across a photo of you with one arm around Lucas and the other around Mark. The smile instantly left his face, and he quickly shoved the photo back in the box.

When you saw his reaction you suddenly felt defensive. “You know it really was just one coffee, it’s not like I was dating him so I didn’t break our pact.”

“Technically still a date.” He responded without looking at you, just shuffling photos around in the box haphazardly.

“Ugh! Fine! It was a stupid date, are you happy?” you threw the photos you were holding across the floor in exasperation. You felt your face heating up, an irrational anger overtaking you. In all the years you’d known him you didn’t remember being this upset at him and it surprised you.

He stayed silent, picking up the photos you had thrown and arranging them back in the box. In your anger you probably weren’t seeing things clearly, but when you looked at his face you thought he might have looked sad.

“It didn’t continue though, I can tell you that.” You don’t know why you felt the urge to be so defensive, why you felt the burning need to convince him there was nothing going on between you and Lucas. But when he finally nodded and looked at you, a small smile adorning his face, your heart suddenly felt lighter.

“Alright, you get off on a technicality,” he smiled, almost shyly, when he saw your face brighten.

“Good! Now are you gonna start helping me study again? I think I failed my midterms because of you,” you grumbled good-naturedly.

“I doubt that,” he chuckled, “you’re a lot better at studying than you think you are.”

---

The second semester started where the first had left off, with a grueling workload that left your brain a mushy mess by the end of each day. You felt you handled it a lot better with your best friend by your side again, but when you got the results of your midterms you were shocked to see you had done better than you thought.

“I don’t want to say I told you so, but-” Jaehyun was looking over your shoulder as you saw your results, “I told you so.”

“Huh,” was all you could say. So all those late nights buried in your books, those solitary back-breaking hours in the library, they all paid off. You looked over at Jaehyun, who was smiling smugly at you. You realized that he had helped you, even though he hadn’t been around. Sometimes when your brain had enough you would think of him, how he would always encourage you when you were frustrated, how he would tell you silly stories and make you laugh when you needed a break.

“Thanks,” you said sincerely, starting to realize just what an effect your best friend had on your life. He shrugged, glancing away momentarily before he looked you in the eye.

“I didn’t really do anything, and actually I’m sorry for ghosting you when I did,” he shoved his hands in his pockets and looked down at the ground, “that was really dumb of me.”

You were about to ask him what that was all about when you saw Mark and Lucas walking towards you.

“Hi noona!” they said in unison, accidentally it seemed as they both looked at each other in shock before dissolving into a fit of giggles. They nodded at Jaehyun who nodded back, ever polite, except he’d crossed his arms and puffed out his chest a little, looking almost intimidating.

“Hey guys,” you responded, irked at being interrupted since you were about to interrogate Jaehyun, “don’t you have class right now?”

“Yeah, yeah, we’re on our way,” Mark rolled his eyes at you and tugged at Lucas’ arm, “let’s go dude.”

Lucas hadn’t taken his eyes off of you the entire time you were all standing there, and hesitated as Mark pulled at him.

“Hey, noona, can we meet up later?” he asked, and you had to admire him for his boldness and dedication, despite the fact that you had pretty much avoided him since your last coffee date.

“Uh, I’m kinda busy today,” you responded quickly, but he didn’t back down.

“Aw, how about tomorrow then? Please?”

You didn’t have to look at him to know that Jaehyun was burning a hole in your face with his eyes, and you could feel the sweat forming on your palms at the situation you were in. You wanted to curse Lucas out for doing this in front of an audience. As it was, Mark was watching the entire scene unfold with unbridled glee.

“Come on, noona, give him a chance!” Mark piped up, deciding to add to your agony. Lucas made that puppy-dog face that had swayed you the last time.

“Sorry, guys, but she’ll be busy for the rest of the semester,” Jaehyun suddenly spoke up, his tone broached no debate, “I’ll be making sure she’s studying.”

It was the last straw, you’d had enough with the three of them. “Ugh!” you exclaimed, balling your hands into fists, “I’ve had it!”

The three of them recoiled in shock at your outburst, a trio of wide eyes and open mouths that was almost comical if you weren’t so angry.

“You!” you pointed at Lucas, “I told you I’m busy so you need to accept my answer! And you!” you pointed in turn at your brother, “Mind your goddamn business!” He just shrugged and made a face, mimicking you yelling at him.

“And you!” you finally turned to Jaehyun, who was watching you with a mixture of admiration and fear, “I can speak for myself so stay out of it!”

You didn’t bother to stick around to see any of their reactions, just turning on your heel and walking away.

---

You’d gotten texts for the rest of the day from both Lucas and Jaehyun apologizing but you weren’t in the mood to discuss the situation with either of them. Radio silence from your brother though, as expected. You were looking forward to spending some time alone anyway, so you trudged back to your dorm after a long day of classes. Walking towards your room you saw Lucas standing outside your door.

“Noona, don’t get mad,” he raised his hands up in supplication as you approached, “I just wanted to apologize and you weren’t responding to my texts.”

You sighed, too exhausted to be mad anymore. “It’s okay, Lucas. Thanks for coming by.” You walked by him to unlock your door, wanting to just collapse on your bed, but he stopped you, putting his six foot tall frame between you and your door. “Lucas, please, I’m tired.”

He bent his head towards you, eyes searching your face, eyebrows furrowed. “Noona,” he started, his voice soft, “do you like me?”

You were taken aback by the sudden question, and by his face now so close to yours.

“I mean, I hope you don’t still think of me as a kid,” he continued, eyes roaming towards your lips, “because I’m a man now.”

The line should have made you laugh, at any other time you would have, but something was drawing you towards him, and before you could stop yourself your lips met his.

It was only a brief touch, because you realized in that moment that you felt nothing, so you broke away quickly. The sound of the stairwell door opening broke the silence between you, and you turned to see Jaehyun standing in the open doorway. You’ll never forget the look on his face.

Sadness. Hurt.

“Jaehyun!” you called out, but he had already turned, his back to you as he disappeared down the stairs. Without a thought you ran after him, your heart beating out of your chest.

“Jaehyun! Please stop!” you yelled frantically as you raced down the stairs, but he was too far ahead of you and out the door before you could stop him. When you finally got down you opened the door to a downpour, and realizing you had no umbrella you stopped short. You could see Jaehyun walking away through the sheeting rain, and once again you called out to him.

“Jaehyun!” you shouted, your voice strained, “Please come back inside!”

He stopped at the sound of your voice and turned around, but made no move to come back. You couldn’t see his face from this distance but the dejected set of his shoulders told you all you needed to know. You stepped forward into the rain, determined to bring him back inside.

“Y/N, stop! You’ll get wet!” he ran towards you, arms outstretched, but you wouldn’t be deterred. When you reached him your emotions finally overcame you and you shoved him hard in the chest. It barely moved him, but he still looked at you in shock.

“Tell me why!” you yelled, unable to hold yourself back, “Why does it bother you so much? If he likes me or I like him? Huh?” you shoved him again, your anger and frustration taking over your rational mind, “It’s not just because of our stupid pact, so tell me what’s going on!”

He hadn’t said a thing, hadn’t even looked at you, had barely reacted when you pushed him. He just kept his head down, the rain running in rivulets down his hair.

“Jaehyun,” you tried again, pleading this time, your anger dissipating at the sight of him looking so defeated, drenched in rain, “Please, talk to me.”

He finally looked up, but not at you. Staring at something far in the distance he finally spoke, in a voice so low you had to strain to hear him over the patter of the rain, and a tone so despondent it made your heart ache.

“I like you, Y/N,” he sighed, “actually, screw it, I’m in love with you. I’ll admit it.” He dropped his head again, unwilling to look at you or see your reaction.

You, however, were glad he wasn’t looking at you, because your jaw dropped open in shock. But your brain took a little longer to catch up with your heart, because while you were putting the pieces together in your head, you felt a lightness in your chest, like a heavy weight had been lifted.

“Jaehyun?” you whispered, the puzzle pieces finally coming together. His actions finally made sense, but what had been even more enlightening was that your own feelings were starting to make sense as well.

“Come on, let’s go inside, you’ll get sick,” he put his hands over your head in a feeble attempt to protect you from the rain, and ushered you back inside the dorm. You walked back up the stairs in silence, and when you opened the door to your floor you were relieved to see Lucas was gone.

“Come inside,” you grabbed his hand since he had turned to leave, “you should dry off.”

He nodded, still not meeting your eyes, and followed you into your room. You grabbed a towel and handed it to him, grabbing one for yourself and squeezing the rain out of your hair.

“Thanks,” he said, rubbing the towel one last time over his head before handing it back to you, “I should go.”

You were about to answer him, but you were suddenly overcome by a violent shiver, your entire body shuddering from the damp cold of your rain-soaked clothes.

“Y/N!” he stepped towards you, eyes wide with alarm, “I told you not to come out in the rain!” he reprimanded you, taking the towel from you and rubbing it vigorously over your arms.

“I-I’m f-fine,” you tried to talk but your teeth were chattering too much so you just closed your mouth.

“You need to take off your wet clothes,” he grabbed a fluffy blanket from your bed, wrapped it around your shoulders and turned his head away, “I won’t look, I promise.”

At any other time you would be embarrassed, or throw him out of the room, but you knew he was right, and somehow you felt good about him being there for you. You stripped out of your clothes down to your bra and panties, as he held the blanket over you, finally feeling warmer as you wrapped the blanket around yourself.

“Better?” he asked, still not looking your way.

“Yes, thank you,” you said quietly, tugging at his arm to indicate he could turn around again. When he did, you noticed he was shivering.

“Oh Jaehyun! You need to get out of your wet clothes too!” you immediately ran to your closet and pulled out another warm blanket and draped it over him. You turned away to give him some privacy but he was struggling so much you ended up helping him, peeling away his water-logged hoodie and jeans. When he was down to his boxers you finally turned away, your cheeks flushed and heart pounding from the image of his bare chest and abs. You’d known him your entire life and had no idea he was hiding that.

Not the time to be thinking about that, you scolded yourself internally.

“Better?” you asked, not turning around because you felt your face was still hot and you didn’t want him to see.

“Uh, y-yeah,” he tried to lie but the stuttering betrayed him, and when you turned around you saw that he was still shivering, tugging the blanket tightly around himself, smiling weakly at you in a lame attempt to convince you that he was fine.

“Oh my god,” you immediately went into first-aid mode, recalling what you needed to do, “come here.” You opened your blanket and walked towards him.

“W-what are you d-doing?” his eyes grew wide and he actually pulled the blanket tighter around himself, like you were some kind of pervert coming to take his innocence.

“Relax, you need body heat,” you pulled at his blanket and he finally relented, opening it up to you and you stepped into his embrace.

It wasn’t supposed to feel good, you were only supplying him with much needed body heat, if anything it should have been embarrassing because you were both in your underwear, but you relaxed in his arms and it felt good. Really good.

You stood there in silence for a while, just the sound of his heart beating against your ear as you rested against his chest. You noticed he wasn’t shivering as much, but his skin was still really cold.

“Jaehyun, I think we need to get under the covers, you’re not warming up fast enough,” you didn’t look at him when you said it, you knew it would be awkward but it had to be done. He didn’t say anything for so long that you thought he hadn’t heard you, but he finally nodded and moved towards the bed. He got under the covers and you followed, wrapping your arms and legs around him and piling all the blankets on top of the both of you. It was hot and stuffy but you endured it, too worried about your best friend to care about anything else. Finally his teeth stopped chattering, his skin feeling less cold and clammy against yours.

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” he said softly, staring up at the ceiling.

“I know, next time don’t go out in the rain like I told you!” you said sternly.

“No, not about that,” he sighed, “well, yeah that too. I just- I should have said something when I knew how I felt about you, save us from all this trouble, and- you know, me acting like a jerk.”

“Why didn’t you tell me then?” you turned your face to look at him, but he still wouldn’t meet your eyes, continuing to stare at the ceiling.

“I was scared, I guess. Scared you didn’t feel the same way, that you’d hate me, and then our friendship would be ruined and I didn’t want to lose you that way,” he blew out a long breath, “But I guess I ruined it anyway.”

“Nothing’s ruined, Jaehyun,” you said in a quiet voice, so low maybe he didn’t hear you. Except he had. He finally turned his head to look at you, but this time it was you who couldn’t meet his eyes.

“I wondered why I was so upset and angry, and hurt, when you stopped talking to me, I mean, I’ve lost friends before and never felt like that. And then over winter break when we started talking again, I felt so happy? You know? And so whole. Like I’d gotten back a part of me that I’d lost.”

You stopped talking, relieved to have worked through your feelings and gotten it out in the open, but you suddenly became aware of how cringey everything you had said sounded. “Ugh, sorry, that was a lot.”

“Y/N, look at me,” his voice was still soft, but why had you never noticed how low his voice was? When you didn’t move, he gently tipped your chin so you were facing him. He looked at you like you’d hung the stars in the sky.

“Does this mean you like m-” he stopped mid-sentence, because you were drawn towards him, your face getting closer and closer to his. He stared wide-eyed for a moment, before he closed the distance and kissed you.

The stars and fireworks and weakened knees, and that heart-racing feeling you had expected when you kissed Lucas (and didn’t happen) actually happened this time. And then some. When his lips met yours you felt an electricity that spread throughout your entire body, all the way down to your toes. You felt a tenderness in the way his lips moved, an almost reverent form of adulation that made you crave more. Suddenly you were very aware of your near nakedness, as his now warm hand snaked around your bare back and pulled you closer to him. Everywhere your bare skin touched his felt like it was on fire, and it wasn’t from all of the blankets still stacked on top of you. When he pulled away you were panting, chest heaving, heat burning in your core.

“Y/N, I didn’t mean for this to happen,” his eyes searched yours, seemingly ready to give in if you decided to kick him out right then and there.

“You mean this wasn’t your plan? To go out and get drenched in the rain so we’d have to strip down to our underwear and cuddle for warmth?” you asked cheekily.

“Hmm, that did work out perfectly, didn’t it?” he laughed, and the deep rumble of it reverberated in your chest all the way down to your core.

“Jaehyun,” your breathing quickened, your body reacting to him almost involuntarily, “come here,” you pulled him so that he was on top of you, and he braced his arms on either side of you so that he didn’t rest his entire weight on you. You spread your legs so that he could nestle in between them, and when you felt him, already half-hard, against you, you bit your lip. He watched you, eyes dark, but still didn’t make a move.

“Y/N, are you sure?” he brushed strands of hair away from your face, eyebrows furrowed as he looked at you.

“I like you, Jaehyun. More than a friend. And right now I just want you.” To prove your point you wrapped your legs around him and squeezed, and it was his turn to inhale sharply as he felt you rub up against him. He dropped his head to your shoulder, kissing along your collarbone to your neck, and when you threaded your fingers through his hair, he sucked harshly on your skin. You moaned and he bucked his hips, your hands roamed his body until you reached the waistband of his boxers, which you tugged at until they were off. You reached around, wanting to feel his cock in your hand, your fingers wrapping around the hot, velvety skin.

“Y/N,” he groaned, pulling away from your neck to rest his forehead on your shoulder. You pumped his cock in your hand a few times, rubbing the pad of your thumb over the tip, spreading the precum around the head. He was breathing heavily as you worked your hand on him, before he reached down and yanked your panties off in one go. You squeaked a little at the sudden movement, but before you knew what was happening he was taking your hand off his cock, positioning the tip of it at your entrance.

“Jaehyun,” your voice cut off into a strangled cry as he entered you, tears pricking your eyes at the stretch and the intense pleasure you were feeling from it.

“Y/N,” he groaned again, pausing when he was all the way inside you, attacking your neck and jawline with kisses. He pulled back to look at you, eyes full of a mixture of adoration and lust. You touched his cheek, heart full at the sight of the boy you’d loved your entire life, pulling him down for a passionate kiss.

He returned your fervor with his own, with every movement of his lips you could feel his want, his need for you, his devotion. When you moaned into his mouth he bucked his hips, and you broke from his lips to gasp loudly as he began to thrust inside you.

“Jaehyun,” you moaned his name, biting your lip, slightly self-conscious at the needy whines that were escaping your mouth. But they seemed to encourage him, and with every sound of pleasure you made his intensity ramped up, until you could feel your orgasm building.

“Mm, I’m gonna c-” you couldn’t even finish your sentence, could barely warn him because your orgasm overtook you, after a particularly deep thrust that had pressed you hard into the mattress. He groaned loudly as you clenched around him, still thrusting, until he suddenly pulled you flush against him, holding you tightly as he came inside you.

You were both sweating, breathing heavily, but you knew in that moment that everything was as it should be. You turned your face towards his, currently buried in your shoulder, and kissed his cheek and along his jawline until he was smiling, causing his dimples to emerge. You kissed those too.

“You okay?” he asked, voice soft, pushing strands of damp hair away from your face.

“Very much okay,” you nodded, your heart and mind at peace.

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Epilogue

“Mm, Jae, we should get outside and join everyone...”

“Not yet, you smell too good, taste too good too.”

You stifled a moan as he sucked lightly on your neck, “No marks!” you smacked him on the chest, “I don’t want hickies in my grad photos!”

He laughed, nuzzling his nose in your neck instead, his hands on your hips under your gown. You’d been on your way to the graduation ceremony when you passed an empty classroom and he’d pulled you in for a quick makeout session. Except it hadn’t been quick, and now you were running late.

“Alright,” he sighed dramatically, “let’s go, wouldn’t want you to miss this important ceremony.” If it had been up to Jaehyun you would’ve both skipped the ceremony and gone to the beach instead, or just stayed in bed watching netflix. He didn’t care for ceremonies, he’d done his work and graduated, but he knew how important it was for you. You’d worked hard and wanted to celebrate it, with all of your friends and family by your side, especially Jaehyun.

He adjusted the cap on your head, smiling fondly at you as you fiddled with your gown nervously. “You look great,” he reassured you, “perfect, I’d say.”

“Thanks,” you smiled at him, forgetting about your lip gloss and reaching up on your tiptoes for a kiss. “Oops!” you tried to wipe as much of it off with the pad of your thumb but he just laughed.

“Can’t be helped, let’s go,” he grabbed you by the hand and led you into the quad where the ceremony would be held. As you made your way to your seats you saw your brother and Lucas approaching.

“Hey guys, congrats, this is so cool!” as usual Mark was excited, looking around at everything with awe. Lucas stood beside him, smiling widely at the two of you.

“Hi noo- Y/N,” he corrected himself, then nodded at Jaehyun, “hyung,”

“Hi Lucas,” you smiled back at him.

“Congratulations on graduating,” he continued, looking between you and Jaehyun, “you guys worked hard.”

“Thanks Lucas,” you were genuinely thankful to him, he’d been really chill when you ended up telling him about you and Jaehyun, even winking at you and saying he’d had a suspicion about you and Jaehyun liking each other all along. You had just rolled your eyes at your own stupidity, how did everyone else see it except you?

“Yeah, thanks man,” Jaehyun seemed grateful too, shaking his hand and pulling him in for a bro hug. When they pulled away from each other you gave Lucas a hug as well, before you all took your seats for the ceremony.

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Later, long after the ceremony ended, you and Jaehyun sat in the empty bleachers as the sun began to set. He kept his arms around you as the early evening breeze began to pick up.

“So this is it,” you mused, looking around at the campus you’d spent four years of your life at. “The end.”

“Hm,” Jaehyun hummed, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“I guess we broke our pact,” you couldn’t help but smile at the irony.

“I guess so,” he laughed, “who’s stupid idea was that pact anyway?”

“Hey!” you smacked him on the knee, “it was a good idea at the time!”

He just laughed again, pulling you closer to him so that your back was flush against his chest. You settled like that for a moment, just content in his arms as he played with strands of your hair. “It all worked out in the end, though, didn’t it?”

You smiled, turning in his arms to face him. “It sure did.”

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It’s Nice to Have a Friend - (Secret Solenoid) TFP Starscream x reader

Word count: 5,599

Warnings: none

A/n: This is my Secret Solenoid gift to @sheabeeprime. This ended up way longer than I meant it to be. The ideas for what I could do just kept piling up and I decided to do all of them. And in true Scarlet fashion, I named this after a Taylor Swift song.

The view was amazing from where you sat on the edge of a cliff. Staring at the amazing view ahead of you. The wind in your face and hair. Just you, your thoughts, and the giant robot on your left.

Yeah, you honestly had no idea why Starscream decided to sit with you. And no idea why he always came to your home to pick you up when he was hunting for energon. Maybe he just needed company? Whatever the reason, an opportunity like this was too cool to pass down. So you tagged along whenever you were free. Which sometimes meant having to tell him you were busy or why you weren’t home when he came last. Though it was amazing how he would avoid being seen.

You didn’t know much about him. All you knew was that he was grumpy, had a huge ego, and his ex co-workers sucked.

You bit your lip. Today was the only chance for you to ask this. You pushed a strand of hair that flew in your face.

His helm faced forward, but his optics were on you. “What is it, human?”

“Hmmm?” You looked up at him as innocently as you could manage.

“’I know you were going to ask me something. Just ask me and get it over with.”

“Well,” you began, “There’s this parade going on…”

“And?” he raised one of his large eyebrows.

“It’s celebrating all the different countries in the world.”

“So?”

“I was thinking we could go?” You shrugged and gave a strained smile.

“No.” He immediately shot down the idea.

“But you could learn all about different human cultures.”

“Why would I want to learn about other humans anyway?”

“Wouldn’t simply knowing those kinds of things get you ahead of, and make you more knowledgeable than, the Decepticons?” you asked nonchalantly.

“Hah! You think saying that will make me go?” A look of amused triumph was on his face, but you could see the metaphorical cogs turning in his helm. He soon let out an angry and reluctant hum. “But I suppose I could take some of my precious time to come to your… ‘celebration of opposing humans’.” He waved his servo.

You let out a laugh. “We aren’t enemies or any like that just because we’re from other countries. Yeah, there can be some wars, but we’re mostly allies.”

Starscream gave you a perplexed look with his head tilted. Eventually, he just huffed and turned away, mumbling, “That doesn’t even make sense.”

You examined him, then shrugged. “Okay. But whether or not it makes sense to you, I’m honored you’ll bestow your presence upon the parade.”

He considered your words and, once he processed that it was praise, he puffed out his chassis with his helm held high.

There was a bit of trial and error in figuring out how to get there. You didn’t have exact coordinates and Starscream didn’t know where it was. Finally, you both decided on a method. You would give him directions while looking at a map on your phone. Once you steer him in the general area, you should be able to see the parade from the air. Upon this decision, Starscream jumped off the cliff to perform a flawless, midair transformation. He soared back up to meet you, showing off a few spins, and opened the cockpit for you to get in.

You eagerly got in and he took off. He shot through the sky like a comet, reaching up through a puffy white cloud, which resulted in a huge smile on your face. There was something amazing about being that high above the ground. Clouds stretching out made it feel like a new, hidden world.

“Which way?”

“Oh, right!”

It was strange how people appeared so small from up above. The whole event would probably have seemed grander from the ground, but you weren’t going to pass up the opportunity to see it from the air. Especially with a giant robot.

“Wow. Look at it,” you commented. Suddenly, the rule of ‘if I can see you, you can see me’ came to mind. “Uh, are they going to find it suspicious that a jet is just floating here?”

“You tell me.”

You thought for only a second. “Definitely.”

Starscream maneuvered himself into a cloud, enclosing around him as though it were just a hologram. The nose poked out and there was a thin layer of cloud over the glass off the cockpit.

“You can still see, right?” he inquired.

“Yep. Thanks.”

You leaned back comfortably. The view was amazing. However the wonder slowly wore off and the silence began pricking at you. You almost wished for him to start complaining, or asking you questions, or for a radio. Though you doubted that he would enjoy human music. Or would he? Maybe you should try introducing some to him, but which genre?

“So what’s going on?” Starscream’s question brought you out of your thoughts.

“Oh, well people representing each country are walking in their group with a flag of that country. Like Italy, over there. They invented pizza!” You sat straight and pointed.

“What now?”

“Pizza, it’s a type of food that has cheese and tomato sauce an-“

“Nevermind. I don’t want to hear about the things you fleshies consume.” You thought you felt his alt mode shudder.

“Hey, if you were human, you would like it too,” you said. You fought the feeling of being offended that was taking over your thoughts.

“Then thank Primus I’m not.”

“Whatever.” You crossed your arms and slouched back. “… But we do need to eat to survive you know.”

He hummed in reluctant consideration. “I suppose you’re right.”

Some time passed as you continued to sit there. Occasionally you would comment on a ‘country’ that was passing by. Sometimes he would ask about one. It was surprising how much your mind blanked out when you tried to talk about a country. You would have assumed that you wouldn’t have this problem considering you grew up on Earth.

A white flag with a circle and black lines on the corners caught your eye. You couldn't see the details from so far away, but you knew the circle was a blue and red yin yang. "Oh! That's the flag for South Korea."

"South? That sounds more like a location than a faction."

"Faction? What? Well, yes, it's a location. A location with its own government and own way of doing things. Like how you're a cybertronian. Because you're from Cybertron? Were you thinking about it like that? Factions?"

He hovered slightly higher then fell back into place. "How was I supposed to know? Cybertron had one government and leader. Much simpler."

"Hmmm." You considered the thought. "That's either really nice or there was a lot of corruption."

"Oh, you bet there was corruption. But does that mean there's a north, whatever it's called?"

"Korea. And yes, there's a North Korea. It split into north and south a while ago. North Korea has a dictator and isn't a place you want to go."

“What kinds of governments does each of these ‘countries’ have?” He asked.

“Well, the USA is a Democratic Republic. And there’s also socialism in some places, and at some point I think Russia was communist? Why can’t I remember anything?” You cursed yourself.

“Remind me why there isn’t one large government and leaders over the whole Earth?”

“That would be hard to do. A lot of people just wouldn’t agree to that. One of the reasons being that people want their own way of doing things. Since all of these countries formed on their own, having them all agree on giving up their own leadership to have a universal government is nearly impossible. There will always be someone who disagrees on how to run things.”

“It would be easier if someone just conquered the Earth.”

“You think people haven’t tried? There’ve been quite a bit of attempts, like Napoleon, but they all failed in the end. It’s a big place and people fight back.”

Another silence fell upon you both. You bit your lip as you scanned over the parade again.

"There's Japan. They have anime," you said.

Starscream finally lost his patience. “I’m not learning anything of use here! I’m just sitting here watching humans walk! The most informative bit was what you told me about North Kaon!"

"North Korea."

"Whatever it was! You expect me to remember all of these names?”

“Well, at least you can get an idea of what each country is like.”

“Admit it, you just told me to go because you wanted to come.”

“Maybe,” your voice rose an octave higher.

He scoffed.

“But,” you added, sitting up, “I did genuinely want to see it with you and show you a little more of Earth.”

“Why would I want to stay here even longer?!”

“I didn’t say that.” You looked at the gauges softly as if it were his face.

“Ah,” there was a nervous stutter present in his voice, “right.”

“Why did you come to Earth if you hate it so much?”

“It’s one of the last locations where we can find even scraps of energon. And you’ve come along to aid me enough times to know it’s important,” he said.

“It’s one of the only things you do.” You recollected everytime you were with him.

“Because ever since leaving the Decepticons ranks, I no longer have access to our storage or equipment to effectively find it. But I promise you, if it weren’t for Cybertron becoming a desert wasteland during the war, I would have never come to this mud ball.”

“Well. Even if you really wanna get back to cybertron, I’m glad I met you. And that I got to experience your awesome flying skills.” You tugged on a strand of your hair and ran your fingers through it.

There was a brief silence.

“I mean, of course you would… How much longer did you want to see the parade?”

“Maybe a half an hour.”

“Hmmm. I’m going to be sore after hovering in the same spot for so long.”

“I could always rub your wings later if you want,” you offered.

“And let your grubby, little, fleshie hands on my magnificent wings? I think not.”

“Okay.” You rolled your eyes playfully. “It was just an idea.”

For a few more moments, neither of you said anything.

“Would you like to see a demonstration of my aerobatic skills later?”

“Actually, I would.”

A comfortable pause fell upon you.

“…Would you like to go down there?” he offered. He tipped his nose ever-so-slightly to the ground.

“Nah.” You leaned back in your seat with a smile. “I like it up here with you.”

It had been two months and six days since you last saw him.

Yes, you were counting and had no idea why. Maybe he finally got tired of your fleshie self and left. Maybe you should have seen it coming with how much he disliked humans. Maybe you annoyed him so much that he decided to never see you again without a word.

Yet, when you truly thought about it, it didn’t make sense. He seemed to enjoy being with you, even if he never showed it outright. He was always the one who decided to bring you along when hunting for energon. Even when he was a giant robot, and clearly had some sort of prejudice against humans, it felt as though he still treated you as an equal to some degree.

But maybe he truly did get tired of you.

You stood by your window. The sun had dipped below the horizon and the last ghosts of light had faded away into darkness. You stood in your sweat pants and baggy t-shirt. Your hair was brushed and you were ready to relax. A warm cup of hot chocolate was in your hands, the warmth seeping into your skin. You stared into the cup, thinking of nothing in particular when you blinked at a sudden light.

Your eyes instinctively followed the light. Outside the window, hovering just above the ground, was a large, greenish blue, swirling vortex. You stepped back, but promptly leaned closer for a better look. It didn’t seem to be pulling anything into it. It seemed gentle, yet powerful. You would have found it beautiful if your mind weren’t preoccupied with confusion.

Something seemed to appear inside of it. It was tall, and metal and--!

You nearly dropped your glass mug. After placing it safely to the side, you grabbed a jacket and rushed out the door. You raced to where you saw the portal as fast as your feet would carry you. It was still there when you reached it. Starscream held a device in his hands and his red optics searched the area, as if looking for something.

“Starscream!” You ran up to him, nearly in tears. “Where were you? You’ve been gone forever!”

His optics avoided your eyes. “Well, I…” His mouth pushed into a thin frown. “I lost my T-cog.”

“You’re what now?”

“T-cog! It’s what allows cybertronians to transform.”

Your current expression dropped as it finally dawned on you. The reason he had suddenly disappeared. Then you remembered that there were other people nearby.

“Why don’t we go back through your portal thing and talk about it there?” You began to jog into the portal.

“Ground bridge.”

“Whatever it is.”

You ran while he walked in. The fact that the ground seemed to be made of swirling energy, though it felt completely solid, messed you up. You being smaller didn’t help either. You were running and still falling behind. After a half a minute, Starscream turned around to pick you up and carry you through.

A flash filled your vision and you had to blink several times to adjust to the dark, new area. The walls, ceiling, and floor were made entirely of metal. The only light source came from a dim glow from an foreign, alien screen. It was clear from the dust that no one had been there in a long time. The scale was so large that you felt confident that this was something cybertronians built.

The portal behind you shrunk until it vanished. Starscream lowered you down onto the ground. As soon as your feet hit the floor, you dashed to Starscream’s foot to give him the biggest hug you could.

“I missed you,” you mumbled. Of course, he might have not heard it if it weren’t for nearly every surface being made of metal, causing an echo.

His posture went rigid. He began to reach down to pat your head, then pulled his hand away. He stayed like that without moving a servo the whole time you hugged him.

“Ah… Me too.”

You let go. The cold of the living metal still lingered on you.

“Where have you been? How did…?” You stared up at him.

“I came across some other humans,” he began as he walked over for something to sit on. He helped you up onto it and you sat next to him. “I tried to asist them in building a cybertronian. I believed that they would allow me to keep energon I allowed them to find.” He stared at the floor the entire time.

Your eyes stayed locked on his glowing optics. “Build a cybertronian? Wait, if that was what happened, how did you lose your T thing?”

“I-They needed a t-cog in order to build a cybertronian. The one they already acquired was lost and they decided to take mine instead.” He almost seemed to curl up at the last words.

This settled on your mind like a ton of bricks. You didn’t say a word. Suddenly the room felt very heavy. The silence was like a suffocating blanket that you couldn’t seem to push off. You swallowed.

“They took… it? But, you could have fought them off easi-“

“They shot me with some sort of stun mechanism then proceeded to rip me open to take it!” His talons clenched into fists before him.

Once again, you couldn’t speak.

“Why is it that the first humans I meet, other than you, are no better than the Decepticons?”

“… Because some people can just be like that. Just like humans have potential for both good and harm, it seems like cybertronians are the same in that way.” You stared at the ground. “So… You can’t transform anymore?”

“No.”

“And that’s why you couldn’t fly back to me?”

“Not until I found the Harbinger and a portable ground bridge.”

You nodded. You pulled your legs to your chest and stared off into nothing. “That must stink. Not being able to fly.”

“It’s been terrible! How do humans survive like this?” He lifted his fists to his face. His eyebrows, or whatever they were called, dug into his optics.

You shrugged. “We’re just used to it.”

The metaphorical blanket came back onto you, but somewhat more comfortably. Somewhat. You both continued to sit.

“… Are you upset about my not being able to transform?” Starscream cut through the silence. Almost so softly that you could hardly believe he was the one who said it.

“Huh? Well, yes,” you let go of your legs, “because you’re upset. I know how much you love flying!”

“But what about you?”

“Me?” You pointed to yourself.

“Yes!”

“I don’t understand what you’re asking.”

“How do you feel about me not being able to transform?!” He stood up and spun on his heels to face you. His wings stuck up on point.

“Well,” you thought for a second, “I did enjoy flying, but it honestly doesn’t matter too much to me if you can turn into a jet or not. I’m just happy you came back.”

“Oh.” The frustrated expression fell from his face and he looked away. In any direction except at you.

“What’s wrong?” You straightened your back as if it would help you see what was up.

“Nothing, I think. I had simply thought that you only liked me because of my flight capabilities.”

“Why would you think that?”

“I don’t know. Maybe because Megatron only kept me alive because I was useful? It was always like that on Cybertron, and with those other humans. Once I become useless, I’m tossed away.”

You felt your heart twisted and your blood boiling. “I hate people who are like that. Forget them. They aren’t worth your time. I’m glad their out of your life.” You stood up. “And to me, as long as we get to hang out, I’m good.”

Starscream tilted his head. “You truly don’t make any sense.”

You shrugged. “The best people in life are free.”

“Huh?”

“People who don’t expect anything in return,” you elaborated. “They care and love you unconditionally.”

“I don’t believe anyone like that exists.”

“They exist. And so do I.” You confidently stared up at him.

His gaze darted between you and away from you. He took a few steps back, as if you were a mysterious creature that could become hostile or blow up any second. Eventually, he gave in to a beautiful, natural smile. And the room suddenly seemed brighter.

“So, Starscream, I was thinking…” You walked into the room.

“If it’s anything about making a giant s’more again, I’m not interested.”

“No.”

Starscream had been feeling down, pun not intended, about losing his t-cog. You had cleared out two days in your schedule to have a sleepover with him. He had surprised you when you jokingly offered for him to brush your hair and he accepted. He also tried to braid it when you taught him how. It was surprisingly well done, considering the size of his talons, but still sloppy. You had to remind him that he wasn’t a failure at braiding. While laying in your sleeping bag and bundle of blankets you brought for the occasion, an idea came to you.

“I was thinking,” you continued, “that since you’ve been down about not being able to,” Starscream gave you the stink eye, “you know. So I decided it would be fun to do something similar to that one day with the parade.”

“In case you haven’t noticed, I can’t fly you to another one.”

“No, not that. I mean that there’s this scout group doing a world presentation or whatever near where I live. They’re going to have cardboard stands set up for each country they researched about.”

“I really don’t think you’ve thought this through,” Starscream sighed, “I do not think these, or any, humans would react well to seeing a cybertronian.”

“I’ve already figured that out!” You bounced on your toes. “I’ll be carrying a camera that will stream video to you over here. That way you can see it without having to be there! And I have some earbuds so I can start a call with you and be able to hear and answer back if you have any questions.”

“Will the humans be suspicious about you speaking to no one?”

“Nope! They’ll just assume I’m on a call with someone, which technically isn’t wrong. So what do you say?”

“Okay. So you can still see the video feed, right?” you asked while readjusting the camera on your hat.

“Yes, now stop shaking around!” Starscream’s voice came through your earbud. You swore that you would go deaf if this lasted too long.

“Okay,” you mumbled.

The sky was overcast. You walked into the building along with families that had come to see the scouts’ projects. There were tons of tables and three paneled boards lined up. People wandered around. They would stop to read, then turn and walk to the next one that caught their eye. It was clear which groups were family because they would greatly compliment the child’s work.

You figured you needed to start somewhere. It was a stange feeling to be there when you didn’t know anyone, even if the event was open to the public.

“Are we just going to stare?”

This snapped you out of your daze. You blinked for a second. Right, you weren’t alone. You had Starscream.

“Right,” you said and stepped forward.

You walked along the rows, glancing over them until one caught your eye. “France,” you said while pointing to the printed out flag, making sure your finger could be seen by the camera. “It’s in Europe. The capital is Paris. The population is 66 million.” You read off of it. You walked over to another. “Germany. It’s also in Europe. You know, maybe this whole row is European countries. Anyway, capital’s Berlin. Population is 83 million. Their currency is euros.”

“Ironic how these give more information than you did that other day.”

You rolled your eyes. “Yes. Ironic.” You walked a few more steps and stopped. “Some place named Estonia. The flag looks cool.”

“It’s three lines of color, like the other ones.”

“I like the colors.”

“There’s a lot of writing and pictures on each report,” Starscream commented. “Did each of these children research, find the information, and organize it in a presentable way?”

“Yes?” your voice came out as more of a question.

“Impressive.”

You smiled. “Some kids don’t do scouts, but they end up doing things similar with science fairs in school. They’ll do experiments or research, and they they have to make a presentation about it, like a vinegar volcano.”

“A volcano?!”

“No, it can’t do anything dangerous.”

“Then what’s the point? I wouldn’t call that science.”

“It’s simple science that kids are able to do. You know, since they’re kids?”

You noticed one of the parents staring at you and you gave an apologetic look while moving your hair to point at your earbud. You continued walking and eyeing some of the posters to read to Starscream. You had gotten to the Asia section and did your best to pick out something to show him.

“And see? The rainbow bridge.” You pointed.

“Huh? Oh, yes. Very nice,” he said absent mindedly.

You quirked an eyebrow up, but eventually shrugged. He was probably getting bored with all of this. A part of you was beginning to wonder why you thought this was a good idea. This thought detracted you from the sounds surrounding you. You suddenly felt cold and like something was hitting you?

You looked around and suddenly noticed that the fire alarm had gone off. Loud beeps filled the room. Everyone was trying to get out. Kids looked in all directions in confusion. Adults tried to keep them calm and safely head out. Your clothes were beginning to dampen. Instead of trying to get out, your first instinct was to get out of the sprinkler. You crawled under a table and peeked out.

The last few people were almost through the door. That’s when you decided it was time for you to go, but something caught your eye. Something in one of the upper windows that lined the wall near the ceiling. Starscream? His red optics stared down at you and he signaled for you to stay there, along with whispering to you through your earbud. You were confused, but you hid under the table once more.

You waited until the water stopped pouring. Once it was over, you pulled yourself out and to your feet. You glanced around. That was rather sudden. And now there were puddles all over the floor.

A loud rattling echoed in the room.

You turned to see the large door, the kind you would see in a garage, at the back of the room open up. The temperature of the room changed to match outside. Starscream held the door up with a mischievous smirk. You took your earbud out.

“What did you do?”

“I may have gotten bored simply watching through a screen and decided to come. And I may have possibly started a fire, opened a window, and held it next to one of those fire alarms.” His grin grew with each word.

“Really?” You asked rhetorically with your hands on your hips. But you couldn’t help but crack a smile yourself.

“What? I was bored.” He shrugged and waved a hand.

You shook your head with a laugh. “Whatever.”

Starscream ducked in. He had to stay bent down to order to fit. You moved out of his way was he came in.

“So, you were actually interested in this?” you questioned.

“I thought it would be better to see it in person with you.”

“Yeah, but some fire trucks or someone else is going to eventually come back here and see you.”

“Hmm.” He looked back. “I see. But one look for a nanoklick couldn’t hurt. I just did all of this so I could see it anyway.”

“Okay.” You shrugged. “Just hurry.”

After his wing nicked the roof when he tried to straighten himself, he quickly realized that it was easier for him to be on his knees. As he got down on his knees, you helped direct him down in the small free space between the tables. The legs skidding against the floor echoed through the room and made you jump. You were surprised he was even trying to do this when he could barely fit between the rows.

He had to lean in close to get good look of the displays. He would occasionally ask you the meaning of a word he didn’t know. You had to admit, it was more fun to have him there in person. Unfortunately you couldn’t enjoy this for fear of being seen. You constantly looked over your shoulder.

Eventually your paranoia dropped by a few notches. Though, by then Starscream had gotten tired of being crammed in a small space and probably noticed your concern. It was awkward getting to the garage door, between him being unable to move much and him blocking you. But you made your way out.

He lifted the door and ducked under and out. You followed when you noticed him freeze. Confused, you followed his gaze. Your blood went cold and you felt as if your mind was being squeezed into a box.

Staring up at Starscream was what looked to be a five year old child. The little boy was alone, probably wandered off, and had an orange jacket and hat. His expression twisted into disbelief then fear. Your heart rate quickened when you saw his face wobbling.

“Scrap,” you let out as you both turn the other way in panic.

Starscream closed the door with a loud bang that sent a shiver up your spine. You didn’t noticed what Starstream was doing behind you, since you were already running on instinct. When he came into your field of vision again, he was twisting on one foot to regain balance and lifted up the remote ground bridge device. In his panic, he hesitated on which button to click, but quickly pressed it once he remembered.

“Is it a good idea to open it up in here?” you questioned as the piece of cybertronian technology swirled and grew before you.

“I would have preferred a larger space, but I don’t believe we have much of a choice.”

He scooped you up and pulled you through. Like always, you blinked when a flash filled your vision. The air suddenly changed and you were back on the Harbinger as the ground bridge closed behind you. When he held you to the ground and you finally collected yourself enough to jump off, you realized that three of the cardboard presentations had managed to come through along with you and Starscream.

You stood there. “Well, that was interesting.”

“One shouldn’t cause any problems, right?” He looked to you before his eyes darted back to where the ground bridge was.

“That was a kid. They won’t believe him. They might look around, but after seeing no giant robot, they’ll dismiss it.”

“That’s good to hear.” Starscream groaned and held his shoulder. “That made all of my joints stiff. And the tip of my wing caught on the top of that door.” He glanced at his wing with a slight pout on his face.

You stared up at him, taking a moment to consider your words before you were unable to take them back. “… Would you like it if I massaged your wings?”

His optics widened and darted around the area. “Fine,” you could barely hear in the midst of low grumbles.

You blinked twice before fully processing what that meant. As you were trying to figure out how to even reach his wings, he held out his hand. You stepped onto it and he carried you to a table or whatever it was. It was too large for you to tell exactly. You carefully got off of his hand and he sat with his wings facing you.

You sat with your legs hanging off the edge. Your hands reached out to his wings. He readjusted himself so you didn’t have to lean forward in order to touch them. Your fingers shook. You hesitated. Finally, your hand laid flat on it. It was cold. You didn’t know what you expected. It was basically like touching a regular piece of metal. You weren’t sure what you were expecting. But somehow it felt different. Maybe because he had trusted you to touch it. You began rubbing it soothingly. You prayed that you weren’t doing anything wrong.

He hummed as you rubbed patterns onto it. Although you were sure he could barely feel it, you saw him relaxing. There was silence for several minutes.

“Why are you so kind?” he said.

“Huh?” You did your best to peek around to look at his face.

“How can humans be like this? At least you and the ones you talk about. Those small humans, no matter how well they proformed with their research, were praised. And how can other humans get along well enough to be allies despite having separate territories and governments? How can anyone do anything for someone else without expected anything in return.” He turned his helm to you. “Unless there’s something you’re not telling me.”

“No?” You tilted your head in confusion. “I just wanted to because it was the nice thing to do?”

“How? Why?” He turned his whole body, leaving your hands floating in the air. “Why are you always so nice to me? Has it ever occurred to you that you would get nothing in return? Especially from a grounded Decepticon defect?”

“I’m not looking for anything in return,” you started calmly. “I might get to learn about cybertronians, and do some cool things with you. And I get to spend time with you. I get that in exchange, but I’m not expecting anything more. Can you please accept that there are some people who are just nice? Who actually like you and want what’s best for you?”

His face twisted, as if about to argue. But paused, like he had never considered that before. He opened his mouth again, but closed it again, when no words would come out.

He eventually sighed. “I suppose I’ll simply have to trust you,” he said softly. He stared at you closely. “Your hair dried.”

You suddenly remembered it had been wet from the sprinklers. He reached out and touched your hair, letting it fall on his talons. Then he flinched back. “Uh… apologies.”

You reached out to pull his finger close to you and hug it. “It’s okay.” You smiled. “I like it.”

Starscream appeared shocked by this, but relaxed and smiled. A genuine smile.

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valeskakingdom · 3 years

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Hi! I wanted to make you a request for a jerome x reader bc I saw that you write so well! Anyway, could you do a one shot where jerome and female reader meet when hes been kidnapped by Theo and she's an assasin that works for him that interrupts his speech that he's doing to the maniax (and if you could do her with a few tattoos, dressed in leather and covered in blood bc she just ended a "work" For Theo it would be great but you're not obligated) and they are fascinated by each other and begin to be friends and.. Idk if you can use your mind to make them sleep together 😂 and one last thing she has a strong personality but it's not like she never smiles like she has emotions ahahha (so she's not bitchy like I've seen doing in other fics), and she's kinda dominant in bed.. Like she is a switch, if you don't want to do it bc you don't like the idea it doesn't matter

Requested by @rott3nheart

Thank you!! Okay so, I tried to do my best on it. Honestly about the switch thing I kinda felt uncomfortable but still I tried to do my best. Hope you enjoy reading:)

PS: sorry that I took so long. had a lot of stuff to deal with

PSS: I split that request in two parts again because of the enormous length. Post the next part right after that here

Jerome x female reader (part 1)

Warnings: mention of sex, murder and violence

Another day full of work. Another day where a human life had to end.

Another day where you had to do a favor for your boss Theo Galavan.

He want to become the most powerful man in Gotham - the major. He wanted to win the election. It would be a tragedy if he didn't because any of his competitors seem to be better. It would be scandalous, wouldn't it?

Your previous days were the same as now: Theo called you, he wanted you to do him favors which obviously meant to kill people that could cause trouble.

Every day you came back covered in blood with messy hair, Theo thanked you, you had a nice conversation with Tabitha - your best friend - and then you made your way to clean your weapons and slowly drift to sleep.

Your every day life didn't bore you though. Oh no, you loved it! You loved the thrill every time you chase someone, tortured him and then killed him. The whole process was giving you chills, just the thought of it was enough.

You walked after that guy through a crowd of people. You took your time, even bought a coffee and some candies for yourself while chasing the guy. You didn't want to stand out.

Then you just waited for the perfect moment where barely people were around you and BOOM! - that guy was shot by you.

You tried to call Tabitha telling her Theo's competitor was dead, she didn't pick up.

It made you suspicious - usually she always picked up. So either she was busy with killing someone or she had to help Theo with some business.

You sighed for yourself and looked down at the dead body right in front of you. That corpse had to disappear. And so you decided to do what you always did: you carried the corpse to a forest, chopped it up with your axe and buried it anywhere.

And that was what you did. You carried that dead guy, stumbled at first through his weight but then you quickly made your way. Luckily the forest was near the place where you killed him and second of all, you made sure no one was watching you. You knew many ways through where you could literally invisible.

You walked through bushes, ran through little dark alleys and finally arrived the forest. You walked through it, deep enough until you were sure that this place was perfect to bury a corpse. You let the corpse fall on the ground, staring at it for a while. The guy's skin was pale already and he stopped bleeding.

"Well, I'm sorry my dear, but it's time to chop you up." You grabbed the axe from your back pocket and started the process.

First you chopped up the arms, then the legs, the head and then the guy's body in little several parts.

Of course, you always had a shovel next to your axe. How else should you eradicate a corpse? As fast as possible you dug little holes into the ground to shove the guy's body parts into them. It didn't take you that long, maybe an hour or two.

As you finished your work with pride you slowly walked out of the forest still making sure no one was watching you - and luckily no one did.

You tried to call Tabitha again - but again she didn't pick up the phone.

"Ugh, I hope she has a good reason not to respond. If she's fucking someone then I'll fucking kill her!" you hissed putting your axe and the shove back in your pocket and quickly made your way to Theo's Tower.

***

Finally the elevator opened and you entered Theo's living room.

People in some kind of small wagons were standing with their backs in front of you being tied up. Tabitha stood aside while you heard Theo was holding a speech about people's attitudes - you didn't pay attention to his words.

Being covered in blood and dirt you stepped forward, straight walking to Theo.

"Hey, Theo. Work is done!" You nodded to him, then turned your head to Tabitha "Hey Tabby."

"You have some uhm..." In disgust, she gestured that you have 'something' in your face and your body.

"I know. Had to chop up that guy." You shrugged. Somehow you felt watched so you turned back to Theo and his 'fellows'.

Every one was looking around besides a young ginger boy. He was eyeing you with a mischievous grin. His eyes expressed the pure evil. That guy was born to be a villain, that you can tell.

You viewed him from head to toe. He was still in his Arkham clothings.

His skin was pale, almost white. His eyes were as blue as the ocean, his lips red with a permanent smile on his face. The ginger was tall, not too skinny and not too fat. He had a standard body, maybe with some abs. Craziness was written in his face. You could tell he was crazier than all the others together. For you, he was interesting. You saw him as an opportunity to have some fun at work if Theo allows, or for fun after work.

"(Y/n)..." Theo gave you a little annoyed smile which let you know that you interrupted "Haven't expect you yet. You arrived here quite early."

"A simple kill isn't hard work, T," you crossed your arms with a slight laughter positioning yourself right next to Tabitha.

"Anyways," Theo looked back to the inmates walking past them slowly "Today is the first day of a wonderful future for all of you. If you wanna."

"Who are you?" A blonde, actually pretty girl asked him with a stern undertone.

"Well, now the question is: who are you?" Theo turned to the ginger "The world sees criminal lunatics. I see brilliance...I see charisma..." He walked back to the blonde "And power." And that was what he repeated while making deep eye contact with the blonde.

"Yes, exactly my man." The ginger growled with a sigh "That is so spooky, that is me to a T." He swung his head to the other inmate's direction contemptuously "These other bozos are, I don't know but you're singing my song." The ginger grinned.

You zoned out for a moment not listening to what Theo was saying.

You started thinking about the ginger: about how he and you made plans to kill others. It'll surely be crazy. For you he seemed to be like a showman. He needed attention, he was always right, he acted like his actual rivals mwere his best buddies... You could take advantage of it plus he could entertain you a little with jokes or his ordinary behavior.

"(Y/n)?" Tabitha snipped with her fingers in front of your eyes interrupting your train of thoughts "You alright?"

"Yeah. Was just thinking about something." You shook your head quickly trying to stop thinking about that ginger.

"About what?" Tabitha frowned "is it the ginger?"

"Why do you ask?" You scoffed taking a look at your fingernails trying to act completely uninterest. You hated talking about such a topic - especially when there weren't any kind of feelings, just nice thoughts.

"Don't play fool with me-..."

"I'm not." You interrupted her "Have no reason to."

"Tabitha, would you uh...?" You heard Theo say gesturing to the old inmate that Theo has uncuffed before.

Oh damn, that old guy will die you thought because you knew Theo. When he has a plan, everyone had to agree. If not, they'll die. There was no other option, he never showed any mercy.

"Miss Kean is coming with me." The inmate was uncuffed and he made his way to the blonde girl.

"Oh, she doesn't wanna go where you're going to." Theo stated shortly before Tabitha swung her whip and strangled the man.

His head already reddened and gagging for air. His hands tried to pull her whip away from his throat to breathe again. It didn't work though.

Tabitha pulled him on the ground and continued to strangle him. The other inmates, Theo and you just watched the whole scene.

Then she kicked him in his stomach as she sat on his body. He gasped for air still being strangled by her whip and then...she stabbed him - over and over again until she slit his throat. Blood was splashing on her and on the inmates' clothings as it spread along the floor. You heard gasps from the blonde and others every time Tabitha's knife drilled the old man's skin.

One of the inmates, it was a fat smeary man with grubby hair, kept staring at them almost psychotic with a grin. The ginger stared at the corpse staring to cackle.

It made you chuckle. You liked this straining atmosphere somehow. Most of the inmates' faces expressed fear and so you knew they'd do what Theo, Tabitha or you say anyhow. They surely didn't want to end like this old man.

"Anyone else who wanna leave?" Theo gave one of his mischievous grins. The inmates said nothing, some stared at him in fear, others just simply nodded.

"Tabitha, (Y/n)! Uncuff the guys. I'm sure no one likes to be handcuffed at home."

So that's what you did.

You took the little knife that was hidden in your pocket and severed the roped that were tied up all around them. Then you opened their handcuffs.

The smeary fat mam was the first, then a tall baldy, and then the ginger.

You looked at him for a while before you uncuffed him. He was kinda hot in your eyes as you examined him from the near. You affected his craziness, it even turned you on - somewhat. He was kinda special.

Most crazy people you knew were stupid, and dirty, and disgusting. You really didn't want to interact with them - not even for money.

And then there was the ginger. He wasn't nothing of it. He seemed to be clever, have brains...he knew what he wanted and he got everything, whether with or without violence. The word crazy was written in his face - he was everything else than normal. Maybe he was crazier than all the other inmates together? You didn't know yet, but you'd like to know. He aroused your interest a lot with his abnormal behavior.

"How many people have you killed doll?" He turned his head to you that he could still see through the corner of his eyes.

"Surely a lot more than you, sweetie." You responded with a slight chuckle "Guess, I'm some longer into that business than you, freshman."

"You're a feisty one, I like that." He grinned at you as you stood right in front of him.

"And I'm a lot more." You chuckled dark ripping the last handcuffs from his wrists.

You teased a little hoping you aroused his interest as he did with you. You knew Theo wouldn't let you take that ginger. It would cross all his plans and he'd be mad at you, threaten you and such. So you needed play tricks on him.

You didn't know what led you to all this. You just wanted that little ginger for yourself.

"We both speak the same language, how exciting! Finally I'm not only ordinary kid under all those apes. By the way, I'm Jerome." Grinning wider the ginger took a step forward to come down from this wagon and rubbed his wrists "Damn, they were tight."

"(Y/n)" you gave him a short smile "And yeah, just wanted to make sure the little bad boy's not escaping." You grinned shortly before you turned around to head back to your room.

"Oooh! What's that?" You suddenly felt Jerome's grip on your axe - your holy axe.

Within 2 seconds, you pulled your axe out of the back pocket and pressed the blade in against his throat. You could see how some blood covered the blade.

You hated it when someone touched your axe. It was your axe. No one besides you was allowed to touch it, not even to use it. Not even Theo or Tabitha.

Jerome gasped in surprise - probably by your fast reaction. And then again you saw a little smile was formed in his face.

That guy really cannot stop smiling, can he? You thought.

"You shouldn't touch other people's weapons. You could get killed." You pressed the knife a little harder against his throst.

"I know, how impolite, isn't it?" He sighed in shock "People really have no manners."

"(Y/n)! I'd feel relieved if you didn't kill our guest right after their arrival." Theo claimed giving you a stern look.

"Wasn't about to do that," You put the axe back in your pocket giving Jerome a mischievous grin "Just taught the little ginger one of our most important rules."

You turned away again and walked along the floor to your room and swung your hips exaggerating. You knew Jerome was staring at you and you knew he examined your body.

Before you could even open your door, Jerome ran after you eagerly. It was amusing to you. He seemed to be interested in you as well. You felt strange though because he was running after you like a poor dog.

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vagrantblvrd · 4 years

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moar biker luke au?

(Modern AU Idea)

What about that time poor Din is picking Grogu up at daycare or school or whatever and there’s an, idk, substitute or something who thinks he’s Hooligan?

Like, idk, the night before was rough and Din was up late and when he drops Grogu off his hair is messy.

(Perhaps Luke had something to do with that, playfully ruffling his hair to wake him up because he knows Din isn’t much of a morning person, but he’s stupidly adorable like a grumpy bear cub, and anyway. Din was running late and didn’t have time to primp in the mirror or whatever.)

He’s wearing a faded shirt with the logo of a band he listens to on the front - nothing graphic or upsetting but it’s a rock band, so you know, clearly of The Devil - and old jeans he should have gotten rid of a long time ago but they’re comfy and he loves them, and anyway. He forgot to do the laundry and Luke was out of town most of the week, back home with his family for something, and anyway, they’re clean and he can deal with the rest later.

Also, though. Leather jacket that was a gift from Boba a few years back and it’s a little chilly in the morning, and he loves the jacket, so yes.

Basically Din just looks like a Very Tired Dad when he drops Grogu off in the morning, and the regular teachers and whatnot smile at him because he’s honestly the sweetest man, and clearly adores his son as much as Grogu adores him, but!

The Substitute who sees Din and is like Hooligan, and obviously their co-workers are too blind to see it. Why just look at his child! Messy hair and grubby little hands - he’s a child??? - and anyway.

HOOLIGAN.

Din doesn’t notice The Substitute having a fit because he’s invested in making sure Grogu remembered his school stuff, crouched down to help him out of his jacket and run a hand through his hair to make it look a little more presentable. Grinning when Grogu tries to do the same for him but it’s too late for that, buddy, Din’s hair is always going to be a mess.

Drops a kiss on the top of his head and tells him to be good, please, my old heart cant take it otherwise and gives Grogu a little push towards the other kids, his friends and waits until he’s inside the classroom before he heads off to Boba’s shop or wherever.

And, okay.

Same routine for a couple of days and after the third one he finally realizes he’s getting the stink-eye from the Substitute and is like. What did he do???

He mentions it to Luke in passing who is like oh??? and drops by Grogu’s school or daycare or whatever that afternoon under the guise of bringing him his lunch. (Oh, what’s that? Din made sure he had one with him that morning, haha, guess he’s just being sill again, huh? Oh, is that a new teacher?)

Luke is charming and sweet and friendly and learns one of the regular is out sick for the week and they’ve got this Substitute. Bit prickly, stickler for the rules and whatnot, but they’re new and hopefully experience in the real world will help give them a more...balanced perspective, or something like that.

And Luke, okay, he knows what’s going on.

Knows Din gets mistaken for being this bad boy figure because he looks the part, you know?

Rough around the edges and such, comes across as gruff, even aloof sometimes, but he’s just.

Quiet.

Watchful.

One of the most respectful people Luke’s met, doesn’t see the point in useless chatter and it gives people the wrong impression of him.

Also, you know.

The thing where he doesn’t mind bending the rules and such, but does so for reason.

And, Luke knows thanks to Paz and the others Din grew up with, he was a Good Kid growing up. Got into fights here and there, but always to protect someone who couldn’t protect themselves. Got good grades in school - smart, smart kid who took honors classes and such - and so on.

(And then there’s Luke, and Leia. Smart kids themselves, but the Thing their dad and chip on their shoulders and anyway, Luke’‘s pretty sure if Din ever got detention it was a rare occurrence compared to him and Leia who might as well have lived in detention half the time.)

Anyway.

Luke and Leia look like Good Kids and are kind of the exact opposite. Like, sure they got good grades in school too, but they were definitely the trouble kids.

Din, who actually was a Good Kid but looks like he’s not, and anyways.

Luke’s run into people before who thought the worst of Din from on glance at him, like they knew anything about him.

Stll. He makes a point of meeting the Substitute and making nice with them, all friendly, non-threatening smiles and chitchat before has to leave before his own lunch break is over and such.

AND THEN.

Luke makes sure to be there when Din picks Grogu up that afternoon. Brings his bike and all.

Makes sure to be obnoxious about it, revving the engine and wearing his Rogue’s jacket and Din’s Aviators he pilfered a few days ago and Din keeps giving him :(((((((((( face about getting back.

The regulars at Grogu’s school/daycare have seen him wearing that particular Look before, maybe got some some harmless flirting tossed his way to get Din to sigh at Luke and his suitors before putting his arm around Luke like hey no, this idiot’s mine, get your own, and anyway.

They know Luke’s the bad influence in that particular family, bad seed and all.

Luke roars up on his bike, right next to Din and his minivan and Grogu who is mcfreaking delighted to see Luke and his bike.

“Why are you like this?” Din asks, handing Grogu over when both he and Lue make grabby hands at one another, but it’s all soft and fond and he maybe gives Luke a little hey, hello, i missed you today kiss even though Luke is stupidly dramatic in the dumbest ways.

And Luke, okay.

Catches the eye of the Substitute who is staring at the three of them all scandalized and whatnot because look.

Din was in the process of getting Grogu into the Very Safe car seat in the backseat of his adorable minivan when this Hooligan came tearing in on his motorcycle like an actual hooligan.

Din had time to do the laundry so he’s wearing jeans a thread away fro falling apart and this nice sweater Grogu helped Luke pick out for Din as a birthday present or something like that. Soft and comfortable and presentable. Brings out the color of Din’s eyes and has gotten him more than a few appreciative looks - like the ones right now from some of the parents. The same ones who flirt with Luke because it’s fun and safe and Din’s reaction is always the best, and anyway.

Din looks like the Good Kid he was, the Good Man he is, and Luke looks like the awful, terrible, no good Hooligan he absolutely is.

Anyway, it’s not like Luke’s making a point or anything, just.

He’s not a fan of people assuming the worst of Din when they don’t know the first thing about him.

Din is like, I’m onto you Skywalker, because he’s not an idiot, you know. Luke only wears his biker gang gear when he’s off with Biggs and Wedge and them, and Luke’s been acting weird the last coupe of days.

And since when, Din would like to know, when does Luke show up here on his bike? He knows Grogu’s not big enough to ride on it with him.

(Let’s say this all happens before Din meets them because I didn’t think of that at the time, but whatever.)

He glances over his shoulder and thinks a-ha, when the Substitute’s eyes go wide at getting caught staring (scowling) at them, and then looks at Luke who gives him this Stubborn Idiot look he gets sometimes.

“My hero,” Din says, getting a laugh out of Luke and the back of his hand smacking his shoulder playfully because Luke’s being serious here, you jerk, the least you can do is not make fun of him, okay?

He gets a peck on the cheek and promise for a better thank you later when there’s no audience, and anyway. Give me my kid back and we’ll see you at home, yeah:

And...yes.

#star wars nonsense #anon #replies #modern au idea #technically not a fic #vagrnt fic #¯\_(ツ)_/¯#long post #Anonymous #dinluke

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thewookieruns · 3 years

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Falloutober Day 4: Cloud Nine

So... @darkwolf7-26 asked me this question back in 2019 about this little story. I’m going to post this on AO3 as well, but this story gets it’s own post.

Here is @falloutober Day 4: Cloud Nine

Erich Richardson cleared his throat nervously as he tried to finish adjusting his tie in the cracked mirror.

“Are you doing okay?” Nick Valentine asked. The Sole Survivor turned to the synthetic detective, who had changed out of his standard attire into a much nicer suit. However, his fedora was still comfortably perched on his bald, plastic head.. Erich chuckled nervously.

“I’m fine, just nervous as hell.” he sighed, swinging his arms back and forth to try and loosen the tension in his shoulders. “I mean… the last time I did this, it didn’t exactly end well.”

Nick snorted a laugh. “That’s one way of putting it, kid.” The synth stepped over to the younger man and helped him fix his tie. Erich felt his face flush with heat.

“Thanks.” he choked out. As Nick finally got the Sole Survivor’s tie straight, Erich cleared his throat again. “Listen, Nick… I just wanted to thank you.”

“For what?” the detective asked, one of his artificial eyebrows rising.

“Well… ever since I stumbled into Diamond City, you really took me under your wing. To be honest, you’ve really become a father figure to me. I want to live a life that would make you and dad proud. Thank you for that.”

Nick stood in silence, then wrapped the Sole Survivor in a bear hug, which was quickly reciprocated. “You’re a good man, kid. You follow that heart of yours, and you’ll never go wrong.” Nick said, his voice sounding choked with emotion. Several more seconds later, the two men broke their embrace. “Well, let’s get this show on the road. I’ve got other things to attend to.” Nick said with a smile after clearing his throat. Ruffling Erich’s hair with his right hand, the detective excused himself from the room.

Erich soon followed the detective, and was soon standing outside the home he and Nora had begun making their home before the Great War in the warm afternoon sun. He quickly followed the road down the cul-de-sac until he was standing in the clearing of a grove of trees near the bank of the river that ran along the outskirts of Sanctuary. Light filtered through the branches, giving the area a dappled look. A gazebo had been erected in the clearing, and a mishmash chair had been arranged around the structure. Codsworth, Erich’s faithful Mister Handy, was busy fussing and making sure everything was in order, a bowler hat perched atop his chassis.

“Are you ready for this?” A voice came from behind Erich. He turned to see Preston Garvey standing behind him. The Minuteman had washed and starched his uniform jacket and was wearing it over a nice pair of dress pants. Preston stood next to the Sole Survivor. “Don’t worry, man. You’re going to do great.”

“Garvey is right. You’ll do great, soldier.” Paladin Danse came up and stood on the other side. Surprisingly, he was out of his power armor and was dressed in a black suit and tie. Erich had to admit that both of his friends cleaned up really well.

“Well, then, we should get this celebration started!” Codsworth intoned from across the grove. “Guests are already beginning to arrive!” And indeed they were. John Hancock, the ghoul mayor of Goodneighbor walked into the grove, Cait on his arm. Hancock looked much the same, maybe a bit cleaner, but the three men were all mildly stunned at how well the former cage fighter had cleaned up. Her hair was tied back and was wearing a green dress. Other people were also filtering into the area. Sturges came into the area, pushing Mama Murphy in a wheelchair to a spot close to the gazebo. The handyman was wearing his standard attire, albeit with considerably fewer oil and grease stains. Curie had found a blue dress, and was sitting next to a man in a Minuteman uniform that Erich quickly realized was Deacon. MacCready had even changed into a grubby, ill-fitting gray suit.

“Well… Let’s get this started.” Erich said, feeling the tension return. He and Preston stepped onto the gazebo, with Preston standing in the center. Erich stood to his left.

Once the guests were all seated, Preston began speaking. “Thank you for joining us today. We all know why we’re here, so I won’t stand up here and talk your ears off.” There was a ripple of laughter from the crowd. As soon as the laughter died down, there was a cough from the edge of the grove. Preston gestured to the source of the cough, and heads swiveled towards the edge of the grove, including Erich’s.

There was a gasp from the crowd, including one from Erich. Nick Valentine was standing at the edge of the grove, Piper Wright on his right arm. She was wearing a very simple white, long-sleeved dress that reached to the floor of the grove. Her hair was done in a French braid, and a veil hung to her lower back. She held a bouquet of various rad-flowers in her left hand. But the thing Erich found most beautiful was the radiant smile on the reporter’s face.

As Nick and Piper began walking towards the gazebo, the guests to the wedding stood up, murmurs of wonder passing between them. Finally, Nick and Piper stepped on to the platform. Piper handed the bouquet to Nick, who in turn handed it to Codsworth. Piper reached out and took both of Erich’s hands after brushing some lint off of the lapel of his army fatigues.

“Hey, Blue.” She said softly, her eyes bright. “Come here often?” Erich chuckled, words failing him.

Preston cleared his throat and began talking once the crowd had sat back down. “Gathered friends and colleagues, we’re gathered here today for a very special occasion. We have come here to witness the union of two individuals who have found each other across the centuries. We are here to bear witness to the marriage of Piper Wright and Captain Erich Richardson.” Light applause came from the guests.

Preston continued. “Both parties here have written their own vows, and will share them now.” Preston took a small step back, and gestured to Erich. Erich briefly let go of Piper’s hands and opened the right breast pocket of his fatigues and withdrew a notecard.

“Piper,” he began, reading from the notecard. “When I crawled out of Vault 111 and stumbled into Diamond City, I had lost everything. My world, my family, my life. I’ve been out here in the Commonwealth for a while, and I’ve found everything I lost in the vault. The world I knew before will never come back, but I found someone who understands that my world is vastly different from what it was but helps me keep a hope for this new world. I haven’t found my son, but I’ve found family here in the Commonwealth in my friends who have helped me in that search. My life ended on the day the bombs fell, and somehow ended again when Nora was killed and Shaun was taken. I thought that there was nothing to live for except to find my son. But now I’ve found someone to live for. Piper Wright, I promise to hold you and to cherish you for the rest of the time I have left on this planet.” Finishing up, Erich replaced the card in his breast pocket. He looked up to see tears beginning to form in Piper’s eyes.

“Oh Blue.” she said, her voice choked with emotion. She swallowed, composing herself, then reached over and opened the left breast pocket of Erich’s fatigues, withdrawing another notecard. “I don’t know how I’m supposed to follow that,” she stated, and there was a ripple of laughter. Exhaling, she began reading from her card.

“Erich, I would describe you as a whirlwind. Traveling with you and getting to know and eventually falling in love with you has been nothing short of a force of nature. I’ve seen every facet of you; your courage, your kindness, your honor, and your wit. You have been by my side, pushing me to be a better person, and a rock when I’ve felt like I’m lost. We have had so many amazing things happen to us, good and bad, and I can’t wait for so many more as your wife. I know that by your side we can accomplish whatever we want. I know this sounds ridiculous, but you’ve made this reporter be at a loss for words, and I can’t wait to have that happen more for the rest of our lives.”

As she finished, Piper placed her card back in the pocket of Erich’s fatigues. Sniffles were heard from the crowd, and both lovers figured it was from people crying. Preston stepped forward again.

“That was beautiful.” he stated, his own voice choking with emotion. The Minuteman cleared his throat and laughed. “First, we have an exchange of rings. If the ring bearer could bring the rings forward?” There was a happy bark from the edge of the grove, causing everyone to turn towards the sound. Nat Wright was holding Dogmeat by his collar, which had a bowtie affixed to it. Nat released her grip on the dog’s collar, and the canine bent down and picked up a basket in his mouth before coming bounding towards the gazebo. Once on the gazebo, he trotted to the Minuteman before wheeling and sitting at Preston’s feet, facing the audience. There were coos of appreciation and laughs from the audience at the dog’s antics.

“There we go!” Preston laughed again. “If you two would take the rings, we can complete the ring exchange.” Piper and Erich both crouched down, laughing at the dog. Retrieving the ring, both stood up, not breaking eye contact.

“Now, Erich, If you’ll take Piper’s left hand and place her ring on her ring finger…” Preston instructed, and Erich followed the directions. “Now repeat after me; Piper Wright, with this ring, I wed thee, and take thee to be my wife, ‘til death do us part.” Erich did as instructed. Once he was done, Preston turned to Piper.

“Piper, if you’ll take Erich’s left hand and place his ring on his ring finger…” Once this was done, Preston continued. “Now repeat after me; Erich Richardson, with this ring, I wed thee, and take thee to be my husband, ‘til death do us part.” Piper parroted what Preston had instructed her to say.

“Erich and Piper, I now pronounce you husband and wife!” Preston said, his voice cracking with emotion. Turning to Erich, he stated simply “Kiss your bride!”

Erich did. And in that moment, with Nora’s ring on Piper’s finger, every stress melted away, leaving the newly minted Richardsons on cloud nine.

#Falloutober 4 #Fallout #Fallout 4 #Fallout Fanfic #My Writing #Capt. Richardson #Nick Valentine #Codsworth #Paladin Danse #Preston Garvey #Piper Wright #FLUFF #SO MUCH FLUFF

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nyxdelanuit · 4 years

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How Close is Too Close (Mammon x Reader)

Part 2 to How Far is Too Far

I did it, I wrote the fluff @miiyaatsumu

You laid in Mammon’s bed as he rearranged some things in his room. Neither of you had thought ahead to bring any of your belongings, so you were dressed in whatever of Mammon’s he thought would fit you.

“What if they don’t let me stay?” Your voice barely cut through the silence, but you knew Mammon heard.

"They have ta, how can I protect ya if you're so far away." His voice was soft, but he wouldn't turn to face you. He was scared too. "If they really don't let ya stay, I'll just have ta come with ya. You're such a weak lil human, ya need the Great Mammon to protect ya." A bit of his ego finally bled into his voice, and he stopped fiddling with his possessions long enough to slip into bed next to you. "You're still tremblin', so the Great Mammon is gonna do ya a favor and hold ya. So you better get some sleep." A ghost of a smile lit your face as he let you nuzzle into his chest.

You were decidedly colder when you awoke. Your swollen eyes protested their opening, so you simply laid, buried in the sheets that smelled of rich amber and Mammon. Consciousness brought with it the awareness of two hushed voices, near enough that you could hear.

“And what is your excuse for her not being in her own bed?” The only other voice in the house that could be that stern was Satan, but you could tell it was Lucifer by the overwhelming disappointment laced in his tone. You wanted to protest, tell Lucifer that you couldn’t bear sleeping by yourself for a moment longer, but Mammon cut in first.

“I brought ‘em here. Lucifer, I- I messed it up. When I went to get ‘em, the pact mark was hurting em. It only stopped when I was holding her. I couldn’t risk it. It’s my fault, I think I missed her so much that it was hurtin’ her.” You cracked your eyes open far enough to see the anger on Lucifer’s face melt into something softer.

You were lucky that Asmo had hidden away part of your wardrobe before you had left, or maybe that had just been an excuse for him to buy more during his weekly Majolish sprees. Still, you were dressed nicely enough to show your face in front of Diavolo.

It was intimidating standing in front of him and Barbatos while they were talking about you. Even worse when they were discussing how to punish Mammon for breaking the rules to go get you.

“You left without permission from me or Lucifer, not to mention you weren’t even called-” Diavolo was uncharacteristically serious, but you couldn’t help but cut in.

"I was calling him. I don't know how to summon my pacts, but I wanted him to come." Your voice was shakier than you had intended, but the vaulted ceiling amplified it to be much louder than you expected. Mammon shifted uncomfortably next to you.

“It’s my fault, my pact was hurting her for bein’ so far from me. I was bein’ greedy.” Mammon looked to the ground, resembling a kicked puppy, and all you wanted to do was reassure him. It wasn’t his fault, not entirely. You had missed them all just as much. Before you could act on those feelings, Beel stood next to his brother, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“We’ve all felt it. Me and Belphie especially. She hasn’t been eating enough,”

“Or sleeping well,” Belphie blurted out, rubbing his drowsy eyes at Beel’s side.

“We’ve all felt her pull at the pacts. Mammon was the only one bull-headed enough to do something about it.” Satan sighed, appalled he had to side with his scummy brother. The brothers gathered around you one-by-one, until only Lucifer stood aside.

“Please don’t make me leave.” Your voice was thick with unshed tears, and that was the final straw for Lucifer. He took measured steps to your side, brushing a tear off of your cheek.

“It would look particularly bad on our part if anything were to happen to a transfer student after they left our realm.” He conceded, looking to Diavolo. All the poise seemed to deflate from Diavolo.

“You did want to unite the realms, my lord.” Barbatos and Diavolo seemed to have a conversation between themselves with no words, but after a few moments of silence, he spoke again. “This union will only strengthen our path to that goal.” Barbatos finished, to which Diavolo let out a great guffaw.

"Then so be it, if your brothers are willing to take her under your protection, then she is welcome to stay." He cheered, and the brothers wasted no time in smiling and pulling you into their grasp in celebration—all except for Lucifer, who turned his worried gaze to you and Mammon.

“Union…” The whispered word fell from Lucifer’s lips, lost among his brother’s voices. Lucifer knew Barbatos would never use his words so lightly.

You felt yourself come alive that night, spirits lifted by the brother's presence. Diavolo had told you not to worry about your previous life now, they would take care of all of that for you. So now, you just needed to adjust to your future.

After the exciting night you had catching up with the brothers and soaking in their presence, it felt a bit odd to stand in the doorway of your room. It looked exactly as you left it except for the messy sheets on your bed. Belphie must have used it as an emergency nap place.

“Hey…” Mammon’s voice floated in from behind you, “Just wanted to make sure ya didn’t need anything… ya know cause it’s my job to take care of ya.” He scratched at his neck, the faint blush creeping up over his cheeks. “Sorry ‘bout your bed, I didn’t think ta fix it up when I left.”

Oh… Oh… Mammon had been sleeping in your bed. You let him into your room, closing the door behind him. He flopped down on your bed, and you scurried over to fill the empty space. The sheets did carry his scent, and you hoped it wasn't too weird of you to be burying your face into them.

“Mammon… why’d you come get me?” He scoffed, staring up at the ceiling.

“You heard me. It was my fault, so I had ta make up for my mess. Besides, I’m your first man, and ya called, so I came.”

“Why’d you miss me so much?” His eyes drifted to yours, but he didn’t move.

“I don’t know. You’re just a puny lil human, I shoulda just let you live your life in the human realm…” You could see the pout on his lips, but you weren’t content with his answer.

“Mammoney,” you whined, and he finally pulled you in to rest against his side. “I missed you so much, it felt like I was suffocating.” You spoke hushed whispers into his chest, trailing your fingers over where you remembered the white lines to be.

“I missed you too, my human.” It was easier for him to confess into your hair, away from your prying eyes. Soft sighs fell from his lips as your touches lingered, and he was quick to reciprocate by drawing circles and nonsensical shapes into your back.

“Don’t leave me again.”

“Never. You’re mine now. One of my treasures. No one is getting their grubby hands on ya, or they’ll have to deal with the Great Mammon.”

“No one? Not even one of your brothers?” You had meant it to be a joke, but Mammon stopped tracing shapes on your back to hold you closer.

“Not even them.”

“Not even for all the grimm in the Devildom?”

“Don’t push it, human.” His voice was strained, and you angled to look up at him.

“Answer the question, Mammon.”

“Fine,” he looked away with a blush, “Not for all the grimm in the world. Just don’t leave again.”

"I love you, Mammon." You hadn't meant to say it, not really. But the way he was desperately holding you close while trying to make sure you couldn't see his face, plus his admission, you couldn't hold it back. He crushed you to his chest, pulling you on top of him.

"Is that what this is? Is that why I couldn't get ya outta my head? Why I couldn't sleep unless I was in your bed. Even then, it hurt. I missed you so bad when ya were gone." You could feel him shake under your touch, and you pressed up off of his chest to look in his eyes.

“I thought maybe it’d be better with ya here… but it still hurt. Thinkin ya would spend all your time with someone else. But ya love me? Really?” Tears slipped from his eyes like the diamonds he coveted, and you let them fall in favor of winding your arms around his neck.

“I love my first man, the one who brought me home. How couldn’t I? Remember what happened before I left?”

“I told ya not to leave,”

“I didn’t want to,”

“And you kissed me…” his fingers traced his lips.

“And you kissed me too… but then you didn’t say anything. And I had to leave… I- I thought that meant you didn’t want me.” As soon as the words left your mouth, Mammon’s was on yours. It was soft and desperate and tasted salty from his tears.

"I always wanted ya. I'm greedy like that. I always want you next ta me, lookin' at me, hell, even making fun of me. If that meant ya weren't leaving my side, I'd be okay with you makin' fun of me too." You brought a hand to his face, tracing his lips.

“Looks like you’re lucky then, cause you’re stuck with me now, Mammoney.” You giggled as you pressed kisses to his throat.

“You’re the lucky one, my lil human, having the Great Mammon by your side.” He ran his fingers down your sides, increasing the giggles pouring from you. “Now you’re never gettin’ away from me. You’re my human, and I’m your Mammon.” He pressed a chase kiss to your lips. “A deal is a deal, sealed with a kiss.” He smirked at you as you blushed.

“Do you seal a lot of deals this way?”

“Only the important ones.”

“I’m not sure… it didn’t feel like a deal-sealing kiss.”

“Oi, don’t make me do it again.” He placed another kiss to your lips anyways, spreading out to pepper your face with kisses now that he could. The two of you laid in bed until the early morning hours, Mammon taking his time getting comfortable with you.

He spent his time running his hands down your arms, laying kisses on your intertwined hands, writing his name in your palm. You found out he blushed from the shoulders up if you kissed his cheek, or when your fingers drew the familiar white lines on his bare chest, or if you whispered ‘I love you,’ in his ear. His new favorite sound was the content sigh you let out as you laid on his chest with your ear over his thrumming heart, or the way you tried to hold back your laughter as his fingers hit a ticklish spot on your side.

But his favorite moment by far is when you finally decided to give in to sleep, curling in on your side. He thought he was meant to leave, but you pulled his arm over your waist. You fit perfectly against him, legs tangled, laying just right so that he could lay kisses across your shoulders. For once, he was grateful for his sin; no one would dare steal away his treasure while they laid in bed with him. He could be as greedy as he wanted, now that he had you.TAGLIST:

@say-my-name-assbut @animefandomally @gokm1023 @verdandi24-blog @moonsaye @zbops @beatific-drabbles

#mammon x reader #mammon x mc #obey me x reader #obey me x mc #nyx writes

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howldean · 4 years

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stfu just say you're a snowflake. they them isn't singular and your "identity" labels aren't even real, like seriously you're gay or straight or a girl a boy or a tranny stop lying to yourself and see a fucking therapist you dumb faggot

Hello there, anon!

See, usually, I’d simply discard your message and laugh about how pathetic you are to my friends over discord (some can confirm that I’m doing this there too <3) but fuck it! I’m feeling combative tonight and I’m procrastinating, so I might as well waste my time making you feel special like a snowflake

Let’s break this down in order of appearance:

1. Pronouns!

Singular they IS in fact proper grammatically. Singular they is used for some nonbinary individuals, *like myself* as well as in context to an unknown person (i.e. someone left their phone here, if anyone saw who they were, please give it to them)

(official Merriam-Webster dictionary def)

so yeah, fuck off about that <3

2. Identity

I... *inhales* YOU DON’T HAVE TO UNDERSTAND LABELS FOR THEM TO BE VALID! ADDITIONALLY you say it’s boy/girl/trans-spec but then what about intersex people? Intersex individuals have biological factors that aren’t catergorized as male or female sexes. (XXY, XXX, XXYY chromosome anomalies, as well as hormone imbalances, and discrepancies in genital development) //for the lovely humans reading this, please look into intersex youth rights and protections, as some can undergo forced genital mutilation surgeries at a young age to “better align” with M/F sexes. InterACT is a great advocacy resource btw//

✨Biological sex isn’t binary either✨

Also, fun fact! Attempting to invalidate my identity isn’t going to change anything. Why?

This is the happiest I’ve ever been about who I am

Gender and sexuality are fluid, and one packet of gelatin isn’t going to harden the Thames

my partners and I will happily engage in a swordfight with you and your partner (if one is present) mind you, there’s three of us and at most two of you, and two of my team are skilled with the blade. And we’re all highly motivated

dude, I’m just as confused as you are, I’m just vibing with what’s comfortable

oh... and also?

That shit’s fucking legal. Feel free to look at my State ID, my gender is legally marked ‘X’

soooooo yeah have fun with that

3. Lying to myself

Honey, of the pair of us, I’m the one that’s speaking publicly. Did I have to post this? Nope. Am I doing it anyway? Yep.

I lie to myself about a lot of things, this ain’t one of them, babe.

4. Therapy

I am actually seeing a therapist! She’s awesome, and I’ve been going for about a month and a half now. She specializes in working with LGBTQIA+ youth, and has a really compatible mindset with how I process trauma and things that I’ve held onto.

Moral of the story, therapy is absolutely amazing, especially with someone that can understand you. 11/10 would recommend.

Thanks for the advice there, though.

5. Dumb f*ggot

*rubs my grubby lil hands together with enough force to generate static electricity*

Welcome to tonight’s Everything Was Fine But You Just Fucked Around... Time To Find Out segment

Intelligence is entirely circumstantial, so honestly not sure how to reply to that. But if I’m dumb, and you’re the one that doesn’t comprehend basic usage of common words and phrases... what does that make you?

As for your tasteless and unoriginal phrasing, all I can say is I’m disappointed. I’m disappointed in you. There are SO MANY big and beautiful monsterous phrases for you to call me! Hell, make your own.

You might actively GAIN respect from me for some. SO MANY OPTIONS. There’s a whole bank of potential for you, I mean Niobium? The element for one of my names, it’s a transition metal you’ve got so many fucking choices there, and each is as epically transphobic as you could possibly dream of. Talk shit about bees, idk. Hell, call me a cuckolding bleach-drenched shitstain!

Finally, to my followers and mutuals

Hey loves! Sorry you had to read all of that, people suck, huh? But hey, I was honestly looking for a good chance to word-vomit about a couple things, so this worked out nicely. I’m fine. This genuinely had me laughing and giggling at the sheer dumbassery exhibited by that anon! Btw, drink some water for me! If you want to show me support, or make me feel better, get a good night’s rest soon, or send me opossum photos. If a Pity Party means I get opossums, then I might pretend like these words affected me in any way that didn’t make me cackle maniacally

P.S.

I’m gonna have to go digging through my archive for a lil post because ummm

Sorry anon, I really am, because JJ is going to fucking murder you, Ash is going to damn you to hell, and every single one of my mutuals will lunge to harm you in their own special lil ways.

And I can’t save you from that ❤️

tl;dr singular they exists, attacking my identity won’t change that - also I can fence, and I’m legally nonbinary, intersex people deserve love, I’m genuinely happy with who I am, THERAPY IS FUCKING WONDERFUL, anon is an unimaginative doofus, and all of my followers and mutuals deserve the world... and the anon fucked with the wrong people

#baby's first anon hate?#tw homophobia #tw transphobia #answering anons #tw slurs #fuck around and find out

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faithbetryin · 4 years

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Five Hargreeves X Reader | 5

(from my Wattpad: @FaithBeLovly)

Part 5

Pairing: Five Hargreeves X Reader

Word Count: 2,229

Thunder cracks through the sky, a bolt of lightning illuminating the room. Your eyes flash open, your body jumping a bit from the loud booming outside. You feel yourself getting anxious, the loud sounds making you feel stuck to your bed. You don't want to move. It was like you couldn't, even if you wanted to. You started to get hot under the sheets, but couldn't find it in your body to take them off. You open your mouth to speak, but another crash of thunder cuts you off. You barely manage to squeak his name in a whisper, but then you try again, hoping even the smallest sound would wake the sleeping Number 5 on the floor. He looked so peaceful, sleeping so soundly and curled up in his blanket. You felt bad trying to wake him up, but the fear... You needed his help. You needed him.

"F-Five...?" You say, feeling worried he won't hear you. "Five..!" You whisper loudly, deeply relieved to see his eyes flutter open. You grip onto the sheets anxiously. His eyes look around for a moment before discovering you looking at him. He lifts his upper body up a bit before saying quietly,

"Why are you awake?" You don't answer. You were embarrassed to be this afraid of just a stupid thunderstorm, but it triggered something in you. You still couldn't move. You feel the pace of your breathing increase as another flash of lightning brightens his face. He then puts two and two together, realizing that the storm must be triggering your anxiety. He immediately gets up from the floor and kneels down next to the bed. He notices how hard you're gripping the sheets and puts his hand on top of yours.

"Hey, hey. What's wrong? Nerves acting up again?" You nod and start to feel your eyes get watery, feeling both embarrassed that he's seeing you like this and emotional that someone cares about you like Five does. He taps the top of your hand with his thumb a few times as if he was determining what to do.

"I can't m-move," you say quietly to him. His brows show concern, and then he stood up, walking over to the other side of the bed and crawling in with you. You don't move, relying on your hearing to listen for his movements. He slides closer to you and you feel your heart beating harder against your chest. He leans over you a bit and slides his arm under your back, turning you over and pulling you into his chest. He groans as he pulls you over, smiling down at you widely. "Alright," He says as he maneuvers your body so you're facing him now, held close to his chest. "There."

You find yourself feeling safer already, especially with his comforting touch. You snuggle against his chest as you get more comfortable. He rests his chin on the top of your head. Another thunderous boom disturbs the night sky, making you jump a little again, even though you should've known it was coming from the flash of lightning. Five grips onto you a bit, letting you know he's got you. You spend a long time in silence, just enjoying the soothing sound of his heart beating against your ear and the warmth of his body. You peer up at him a bit, even though you couldn't see much from under his chin.

"Five?" You whisper. His eyes were closed and he was breathing quietly and slowly, his body accumulated to the new position, ready to drift back to sleep. He doesn't answer for a while, but eventually gives you a delayed "Hm..?" You nuzzle his chest and gently hold onto the fabric of his white collared shirt.

"Thank you..." You say quietly. He sighs comfortably and then pulls away a bit to look down at you. His eyes explore your face, a slight smile inching from his lips. He didn't get told thank you. He's gone through hell trying to save his siblings from the end of the world, from each other. He's worked his life in a job he didn't get one thank you for, despite being their most elite assassin. No one thanked him. They just gave him crap about the means he would go to to make sure his family was safe. For screwing up the jump. As if he wanted to disappear for decades. To hear someone give him gratitude, it was... nice.

"You're welcome..." He says softly. Your eyes were locked onto his through the dark, and you didn't want to pull your gaze away. You liked him. Really liked him. You wanted to tell him, but you couldn't. He was so perfectly intimidating. You could barely keep your cool in a thunderstorm. How would you tell Five that you liked him?

"You know," Five starts, his hand rubbing your back gently, "In all those years, I thought I didn't need anybody, that I was too good for anyone else. Didn't need any help, any advice..." He thinks about how he directly disobeyed his father, and ended up stuck in an apocalypse because of it. Because he was so confident in his own abilities. "But... I was alone." You look at him, listening to how his voice spoke so genuine. "I found my siblings' dead bodies and then drank my sorrows away with a mannequin." You kept listening, even if that part was concerning. "Now that I'm back, I'm not alone. I'm surrounded by idiots, sure, but... You knocked at my front door."

"And now I don't feel alone anymore."

You open your eyes and stretch your legs a little bit from under the sheets. You think about last night and find yourself smiling in Five's pillow. You turn over, but... Five was no where to be found. Just an empty space on the bed next to you. You yawn and sit up, wondering where he's gone now. Just as you start to stand up, a blue vortex opens up in front of you with Five now stumbling in front of you. He was holding a full cup of coffee in his hands, which was now a little less than full as some slipped out of the side of it from the jump.

"Whoops," he says, pushing the coffee mug in your hands. You take it now that you have no choice, considering it's already in your hands. "Rise and shine!" He says loudly, warping to the other side of the room. He pulls another school jacket out of his closet and pulls it around his shoulders. Someone clearly has a lot of energy today. You use the coffee mug to warm your hands as you watch him warp around.

"Hey to you too," you say. He then opens the door and bounces his antsy body up in down. You blink at him, only causing him to sigh and then lunge his arms towards you, pulling you up off the bed. You handle the coffee cup quickly, preventing it from spilling. "What is going on with you?" You ask, looking back and forth between him and the coffee cup. He marches you down the hallway by your arm.

"I've had a stressful morning and I don't want to be here any longer than I have to." You make a face out of confusion, attempting to take a sip of the coffee as you walk. He blinks you down the stairs, now causing the coffee cup to be only half full as it spills onto the floor.

"Hey-" You struggle, trying to get him to slow down for just a second. "You could at least warn me," He ignores your complaining and makes his way to the doors of the academy.

Luther then stands in front of it. "Oh no you don't, you're not going anywhere Numero Five."

"Oh yeah?" Five challenges, his eyes widening like he was insane, his smile quite wide and pissed off. He grips onto your arm as he bops his body up and down, preparing to jump. Klaus yells as he jumps at Five, and you pull out of his grasp, jumping out of the way while Five blinks a few feet from where Klaus was. He stomps his way over to Luther, pointing his finger up at the brute. Klaus lands on the hardwood floor with a thud and a slide.

"Klaus? Really? That's the best defense you got?" he asks Luther. Luther stands his ground at the door as Diego and Allison grab onto Five, holding him tight and lifting him as Five kicks and struggles in their arms. "HEY! GET YOUR GRUBBY FINGERS OFF OF ME-" You watch as you sip what's left of your coffee. This must be a normal sibling thing around here. Diego and Allison help each other pull Five into the living room. He struggles and elbows Diego in the stomach, causing him to wheeze and let go. Allison keeps fighting to keep Five contained. She then says over his struggling,

"I heard a rumor, that you went limp." Luther walks over to the living room to join Allison and a defeated Diego on the floor. Klaus gets up and takes the mug out of your hands, taking a big sip. You make a disgusted look just as he does when he says,

"Blagh, this isn't tequila." He puts it back into your hands and walks in zig zags to the join the others. You follow and watch as Five's body literally goes limp. He looks at you with HELP ME written all over his face. Allison then drags his limp body to the couch and sets him down onto the couch. His body falls over and Luther pushes him back up with his finger.

"So what's going on?" You ask blatantly. Klaus looks at you and shrugs.

"Five is being very sneaky is what's going on, right Five?" Diego gets up eventually and bumps shoulders with Luther as he walks by, sitting on the other side of the couch next to Five.

"Low blow, little brother, low blow." He says to Five, poking him in the cheek. Klaus and Diego laugh at how he couldn't do anything. Klaus keeps poking Five after Diego does until Diego gives him an irritated look, clearly not finding it amusing anymore. You kinda felt bad for Five.

Allison fixes Five's hair, putting it back into place for him with careful hands. Five tries to talk, but no one could understand him with his jaw and tongue all loosey goosey.

"Aw, Allison. Now he can't tell us anything," Luther says, frowning. Five laughs evilly, but it was mostly slurred gurgling. Diego shakes his head at Allison.

"Nice."

Allison pops the back of his head with her hand for that comment. Diego's body reacts as he's hit and lets out a "oww!" Luther sits on the coffee table in front of Five, the coffee table creaking loudly. Everyone's eyes widen, expecting it to break. Luther makes a face and rolls his eyes as he ignores what he knows they're all thinking in his head about how he was too big to sit on the table.

"Ooo! Maybe I can translate for him. I'm all sluggish all the time, I practically speak drunk." No one opposes the idea, but no one finds it anything but stupid either. Luther sighs and goes back to interrogating Five.

"Five, we all happened to notice that you have been acting a bit, uhh-"

"Insane." Diego butts in, looking at Five with clear resentment after the elbow to the gut.

"Uhm, I was going to say unusual, lately. And we think you are hiding something from us." You watch with everyone else, now just as interested as they are. You didn't think Five was being weird- well up until this morning.

"Iiii ammnnnottslhidingg annyyyythiiiinnnnnggghh Lutwerrrr," Five utters. Klaus sits next to him on the couch.

"Okay, he says he's not hiding anything, but I think he's bluffing," Klaus explains.

"No shit," Diego says, shaking his head in annoyance.

"Then care to explain this?" Luther asks, pulling a photograph of their dad out of his coat pocket. Five closes his eyes and groans,

"Schhhhhhhhliitt."

"Shit. He just said shit. Little potty mouthed, sneaking, thieving, RAT, Five!" Everyone looks at Klaus and then refocuses on Five. You have no idea who the man was in the picture or anything about what's going on.

"Allison, how long will this affect him? Will it wear off?" Luther asks, turning to her.

"Yeah, he'll be able to move again if I leave the area, but how can we trust that he won't teleport away?"

"Ittthhh'ss nawwwwt theleporthinnnngggggghh," Five couldn't help but correct others even when no one could understand him.

"You're right, it's best that we keep him contained." Luther says with a serious look, getting ideas as he zones out.

"What is with you and locking your siblings up?" Diego asks, scoffing and standing up as he walks away from the couch and comes back to say his piece. "He can just poof away anywhere we put him." You didn't like the way things were turning out. They clearly didn't trust Five at all. But you had no place here to make a choice.

"Not everywhere." Vanya says, looking at them from the wide entryway of the living room.

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dany-is-my-queen · 4 years

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Born To Be Yours | Part IX

Sansa Stark x Fem! Baratheon! Reader (Daenerys Targaryen x Fem! Baratheon! Reader eventually)

Season 1-8

Word Count: 2,883

Note: Sorry for the delay :(

Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4 Pt.5 Pt.6 Pt.7 Pt.8

“I’m glad nothing serious happened to you or your friend.” Tyrion poured himself some wine and you accepted to drink with him.

“Me too.”

“I know you are a hero but I sense something else here... why you keep taking those risks for her?” He curiously asked.

“She has no one...” That was true, still, you were trying to keep your feelings buried.

“You love her.” You hid your blush behind the silver cup. He chuckled. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of. She seems to be a good Lady. With all that your brother has done to her having you is a blessing.”

“You... you’re okay with it?” Loving her in secret was one thing but saying it out loud to someone was a different one.

“Of course! I could never judge you. You don’t dictate your heart, you have all my support, Y/N.” He warmly smiled, you bent down to hug him. This is one of the many reasons you love your uncle so much.

“Thank you, uncle.”

“Now I fully understand why you did that yesterday. Does she know?” He walked to the balcony gesturing you to follow him.

“No. And maybe it’s all in my head.” You brushed it off. “She sees me as her very good chum who saves her from my horrendous family.”

“Or perhaps she’s just afraid to admit it. After all, you are the princess. It’s not that easy. You’ll figure it out.” He tapped your shoulder. Could Sansa really feel the same? Nothing’s impossible, you just have to give it time and be patient. But with the way she looks at you... how you find comfort in her embraces... how she gently touches your hand...

You made your way to the Stark girl’s room to check on her just to find the door wide open and a scared Sansa with the bed stained of blood, her nightgown had red stains too.

The Hound was there, you scowled. You knew he was going to tell Cersei, and that was the last thing the redhead wanted. Shae arrived shortly.

“Good morning.” You said.

“Princess.” Sandor and Shae greeted. Your gaze landed on Sansa, the tears were threatening to come out. She didn’t say anything.

“I will inform the Queen.” He stated and left. Sansa threw herself into your arms. You could feel her tensing and quivering.

“Hey hey, it’s gonna be fine. He’s not gonna touch you.” You promise her, you would do anything to keep him away from her, even if that meant being punished.

“You should take a bath before you meet her grace.” The young handmaid said.

“I’m going to wait outside until you are finished, then I’ll escort you to my mother’s chambers. Don’t worry, my lady. I got you.” You assured. Her features relaxed and you gave her a small nod.

You tried to come with excuses for your mother to not force her to carry Joffrey’s babies immediately but nothing with a valid point seemed to be compelling enough.

After she was done you headed to her big room. “How is your wound?” You added to soothe the hike.

“Better. You are a very good healer.” She shyly answered.

“One of my many gifts.” You winked to ease her nerves. The Queen Regent was already expecting her, yet she was not very surprised when you showed up behind Sansa, you let her entered first.

“My love, what are you doing here?” Cersei asked you, raising her eyebrow.

“I... thought I’d give Lady Sansa some advice, I flowered almost two years ago. I know it is grubby at first.”

“It certainly is. But her mother prepared her, didn’t she?”

“She told me. I thought... it would be different.” Sansa confessed.

“In what way?” You both took a seat.

“I thought it would be less... less messy.”

“Wait until you birth a child. You’re a woman now, do you know what that means?”

“I’m fit to bear children for the King.” Yes, your heart was breaking again.

“Is there any rush?” You intervened and Cersei faked a sympathetic smile.

“The sooner the better.” She made a flick for you to keep your mouth shut. Your jaw tensed. “A prospect that once delighted you. The greatest honor for a queen. Joffrey has always been difficult. Even his birth, I labored one day and a half to bring him into this world. You cannon imagine the pain. I screamed so loud I was sure Robert would hear me in the Kingswood.”

“His grace was not with you?”

“Robert was hunting. Whenever my time was near, he would flee to the trees with his huntsmen and his hounds. The only time he was with me was when Y/N was born. I’ll always remember how she wrapped her little hand around his finger, she smiled at him and that was the only time in my life I saw a tear fell from his cheek. It was too emotional.”

You missed him so badly, the stories he used to tell you about Westeros, the adventures he had when he was a young Lord, the thrill in his eyes when he saw you swing the sword for the first time, he taught you all about archery, about bravery. When you were feeling low because of Joffrey and your mother he would carry you in his arms and then ride far from the city in your horses. You missed those days cause in the dark moments he was your hero.

“You never told me that before.”

“You were your father’s favorite.” Then she referred to Sansa. “Joffrey will show you no such devotion. You may never love the King but you will love his children.” She told her calmly.

“I love his grace with all my heart.” Sansa lied in her usual innocent voice.

“That’s very touching to hear. Permit me to share some womanly wisdom with you on this special day. The more people you love, the weaker you are. You’ll do things for them that you know you shouldn’t do. You’ll act the fool to make them happy, to keep them safe. Love no one but your children. On that front, a mother has no choice.” Was it so hard for Cersei to love you as much as she loved your siblings? To support you and be there for you?

“But shouldn’t I love Joffrey, your grace?”

“You can try, little dove. My sweet daughter here, she will be marrying some Lord very soon. I think it’s time for you to start your own family.” The blonde abruptly added. Sansa felt her stomach twist itself into an uncomfortable knot.

“That means I will have to leave you, mother.” You complained. Cersei doesn’t want to end up alone, Jaime is a prisoner, you don’t know if you’re going to see him again. But she doesn’t want you to abandon her, deep down does she care? A question you often ask yourself.

“You grew too fast. You are my oldest daughter, any man who has your heart will be very lucky. Many of them are interested in you.” Your eyes were set only on Sansa Stark, even if you couldn’t be together.

“But I’m not interested in them.” You pointed out. Was she trying to send you away just because you were willing to keep protecting Sansa at all costs, or did she really wanted to get rid of you?

You and the northerner walked out. You let go of those thoughts. Focusing on her again you broke the silence. “There’ll be a battle soon. My uncle’s army will arrive anytime. Joffrey is going to be busy. I’m always here for you, Sansa.” You reassured once more, for her to know she’s not alone.

“I feel trapped. But when you’re around... you make everything better.” Hearing that made you feel a wave of joy. She blushed and gods, your face was the color of her hair too.

“I’m not going anywhere. I promise.” You said smiling sincerely at her. She smiled back at you.

The following days passed so very fast, now you were helping uncle Tyrion do some researching on books to find information to use for the incoming battle. The King himself apparently is occupied torturing people and animals to care for his Kingdoms. Bronn was there too, your uncle thought he’d come with some ideas for the defense of the city.

You were distracted, to say the least, your mind wandering in the redhead beauty, in how she seemed to be troubled almost all the time.

“Dear niece, I need your cleverness.” You came out of your trance.

“We are very lucky to have you as Hand of the King, uncle, otherwise we’d be doomed. And I mean it, no sarcasm. I want to join you in the field.” Tyrion wasn’t expecting to hear that statement. You knew you could be effective.

“What? Absolutely not. The last time in the riot the gods were good and you were unharmed. This is way different. I know you are brave, just like Robert was, but I would never forgive myself if something happened to you. Let alone the fact your mother won’t allow it.”

“I can take care of myself. Joffrey won’t last a moment there. Maybe I can coax him to fight along his men.”

“I wish you could. He won’t listen.”

“I’ll do it anyway.”

“So stubborn. My brain might explode before I find something helpful. ‘A History of the Great Sieges of Westeros.’ By Archmaester Shevelathin. Shevelatesh.”

“Ch’Vyalythan.” You corrected him.

“Are you sure?” You shrugged.

“My Princess. Lord Hand. Commander. I must compliment you on the Gold Cloak’s performance last few weeks. Did you know there has been a marked drop in thievery?” Lord Varys said entering the room.

“How did you accomplish this?”

“Me and the lads rounded up all the known thieves.” Bronn nonchalant replied.

“For questioning?”

“No. It’s just the unknown thieves we need to worry about now.”

“We’ve talked about this.”

“Have you ever been on a city under siege? Maybe this part is not in your books. See, it’s not the fighting that kills most people. It’s the starving. Food’s worth more than gold. The thieves love a siege. Soon as the gates are sealed they steal all of it. By the time it’s all over, they’re the richest men in town.”

“Yes, I believe extreme measures are warranted. Ah ‘The Great Sieges of Westeros.’ Thrilling subject, shame archmaester Ch’Vyalthan wasn’t a better writer.” Varys referred to the big book on the table.

“Uncle Stannis knows King’s Landing, he knows where we are the strongest and where we are the weakest. We need to be cautious. Take him down before he arrives at the gates.” Now you were focusing, strategy was essential.

“That’s it! The Mud Gate. A good ram will batter it down in minutes, and it’s only fifty yards from the water. That’s where he’ll land.” Tyrion affirmed certainly.

“If he does attack at the Mud Gate, what is our plan?” Varys curiously inquired. Tyrion looked at you, and then back at him.

“Wildfire.” He said.

After discussing the tactics you went to share some time with Sansa, she is one of the few people who gives you peace. Little Tommen was on his reading lessons. She was embroidering a red scarf with two lions on the top. Your heart warmed at the sight of it.

“Shae is not here?”

“I dismissed her an hour ago.” Then she stood up. “A present for you.”

“Why do I owe the pleasure?” You admired her flawless needlework.

“Because you always save me. You are always there for me. I don’t know how can I ever repay you.”

“You don’t have to, you know I do it cause I love you I’m your friend. But I appreciate the gift though. It is a very fine design.” She flushed, seeing her like this is very cute.

“You think... your brother is going to defeat Lord Stannis?”

“Brave men will fight. I have faith in them and in my uncle’s plan. I-I might... get involved.”

“Is this a bad joke?” She looked at you perplexed.

“I’m afraid is not.”

“Y/N, you could die! You are strong but still too young to go to war. And you are a princess.” Sansa winced. You squeezed gently her arm.

“I won’t die. I heard uncle Renly had in his Kingsguard a female warrior. And what about Visenya Targaryen? She was a fantastic skilled warrior as well. She fought alongside Aegon in his conquest, and in the First Dornish War. Also, she was a dragon rider, she bonded with the one called Vhagar. And had a Valyrian steel longsword named Dark Sister. I wish I had one.” You commented, utterly excited. Sansa didn’t really like the topic but her eyes lighted up every time you talked about something you were passionate about.

“You never cease to amaze me, you know so much about these things. I understand now why Arya and you got along so well.” And it’s true, you wished she was here, you missed the youngest Stark girl running around the castle. “But still, I don’t like the idea of you being out there. It’s too dangerous. You said you weren’t going anywhere.” She mumbled the last sentence.

“Trust me.” You held her hands on your own.

“Just be careful, please. Don’t leave me alone.”

“I will be. And I’ll never leave you.”

You were walking side by side with the King, Varys, and Tyrion on the eastern walls.

“If my uncle Stannis lands on the shores of King’s Landing, I’ll ride out to greet him.” Joffrey smugly spoke.

“A brave choice, your grace. I’m sure your men will line up behind you.” Tyrion subtly jeered.

“They say he never smiles. I’ll give him a red smile from ear to ear.” You rolled your eyes, knowing he wouldn’t stand a chance against him on his own. Lord Varys and your uncle began to converse with each other.

“Hey, Y/N. I heard you want to join us in the fight.” He said in a mocking way.

“You think I’m not capable?”

“Exactly. You are a woman. Not that I really care about what happens to you. You’ll die out there.”

“You have little faith in me, big brother. But still, I’m way better than you in almost everything.” You squinted your lips. “No! In absolutely everything. Don’t worry, I’ll pray for our victory.”

“I already know your whore friend has flowered. I’ll come to visit her right after I kill our uncle.” He hissed and you didn’t punch him right away right there cause you held back your fury. He was provoking you, you would get your knuckles bloody for Sansa if he goes too far.

“...They say he burns his enemies alive to honor the Lord of Light.” You joined the conversation between the two men.

“The Lord of Light wants his enemies burnt. The Drowned God wants them drowned. Why are all the gods such vicious cunts? Where is the god of tits and wine?” Tyrion wittily questioned.

“In the Summer Isles, they worship a fertility goddess with sixteen teats.” Varys responded.

“We should sail there immediately.” You smirked.

“Lord Varys, do you know anything new about the Targaryen girl?" Some nights you wonder, if your father hadn't won the Rebellion she would be here, this would be her home, she was exiled so she could survive, she was forced to marry a savage, her family is dead, the world is such a cruel place... and when you are a helpless girl it gets worse, what if things had turned out differently? And you were the one on the other side of the world, maybe that's one of the main reasons why you sympathized with her.

“This morning, I heard a song all the way from Qarth beyond the Red Waste. Daenerys Targaryen lives.”

“That’s a relief.” You said.

“A relief? She has three dragons. But even if what they say is true, it’ll be years before they are fully grown. And then there will be nowhere to hide.” Varys argued.

“She’s on the edge of the world, the least of our problems.” Uncle Tyrion tried to sound unconcerned.

“Three baby dragons? How is that possible?” They were extinct for almost three hundred years. How she managed to bring them back?

“Princess, do you consider it was wise to let her live? If you knew then what you do now... would you persuade his grace to give the order? She might be a threat soon enough, she will claim the throne-“

“Maybe she’s not interested in it. Not everyone is. Especially the rightful heirs. She did nothing wrong.”

“Yet.”

“I don’t regret my choice. I wouldn’t change it if I could.” You were confident, she’s innocent, one game at the time, you thought. Just because her ancestors were evil doesn’t mean she is evil too.

“You are so selfless, and good. Westeros might need a Queen like you.” Varys remarked.

“I’m no Queen, my Lord.” The throne belongs to you more than to Joffrey that was for sure, but how can you overthrow snakes that know your weaknesses and can use them to sting and hurt you the most?

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bubmyg · 4 years

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hoodies and mail - myg

pairing: yoongi x reader

genre/warnings: college!au, f2l, so much fluff, tiny alcohol mention, part of my “ps i love you” series linked on my masterlist (takes place roughly between the parts titled “that’d suck” and “thunder” but this can be read completely independent of the series), random svt members appear again

word count: 1,554

summary: based off a request i got months ago that said “getting ready for a date, the date cancels, so yoongi takes you instead”

There was a fingerprint sized space on the surface of your eye slowly drying the longer you stared at your open phone, the recent calls list mocking you until it dimmed and then shut off completely, leaving you to stare at the odd angle that was your expression in the reflection of the screen. That’s what you were going to blame the involuntary drop of liquid that suddenly dripped down the slope of your nose, anyway.

Perhaps it was the faint imprint of Jeonghan’s contact name behind your eyelid every time you blinked that made the rustling outside your door startle you so badly. Either way, it gave you an excuse to stumble out of your trance when the grunts and banging didn’t cease after a few seconds, letting your phone clatter to your tiny kitchen table as the chair you pushed back narrowly avoided the same fate in it’s teetering. You barely thought to what it could be as you fiddled at the lock and peered into the hallway.

The culprit wasn’t at eye level, instead crouched in front of your door with a cardboard box and a stack of two hoodies in hand. Slowly, rounded eyes peered up at you through messy fringe flattened beneath a black baseball cap while pink lips parted into a tiny circle. One hoodie fell to the floor, unfurling from it’s meticulously folded position when Yoongi stood, lips continuing to press into a pout and then round once more like a fish deprived of its habitat.

“Sorry, I was just bringing some of your clothes that I found in my laundry and then Chan sent me with a package of yours when I checked in. I was just going to leave them out here…” Yoongi trailed off, squinting at your face and he nearly dropped the box and remaining hoodie as his hand reached for your cheek, stopping inches from your skin to frown, “...angel? Are you—”

You jerked away from him, crouching to collect the warmth of his hoodie against your chest, hugging it in folded arms as you straightened to say stiffly, “Come on. Come inside.”

“I didn’t know Chan had the authority to hand out my mail now,” You tried to punctuate the dry sentence with a laugh to show you were kidding, rounding your kitchen table to adjust where your chair had been left ajar. You draped the fabric in your embrace across the back of the chair, squeezing it as you squinted at Yoongi, “This is your hoodie, not mine.”

He’d frozen in the doorway, foot still half in his athletic slide. Softly, he chided, “I haven’t worn that hoodie since you got your grubby fingers on it. It might as well be yours.”

You continued to drag gentle fingers over the fabric, smoothing it over the back of the chair until Yoongi’s voice broke into your consciousness again. He’d stepped several paces closer, enough to set the box and remaining hoodie down on the table.

“Are you leaving for your date soon?”

“He canceled.”

Yoongi let the reasoning marinate for a second, saying simply, “Oh.”

“Did he say why?”

Something about his lab files freezing in a university computer lab and leaving him with thirty pages to redo by midnight. You believed Jeonghan. There was no reason not to. You shared mutual friends. You’d studied with him in the singular STEM class you’d been forced to take as a humanities major. There was no obligation for him to tell you any sooner than thirty minutes before he was supposed to pick you up. There was no obligation for him to make it up to you either. It’d been a partial joke when you’d matched on a dating app anyway, something for Namjoon to tease that you’d taken back your swearing off of anyone in the pre-med department.

Maybe it was more so the disappointment of it being the first date you’d been looking forward to in a while. One canceled date with a stranger and it was no big deal. A second date that happened yet you’d rather forget the disaster of was a slight question mark. The third after months of nothing with someone you could comfortably speak to without worrying about their driving ability or political affiliation was a welcome distraction to the miniscule yearning that slowly worked its way into a golf ball sized hole in your heart.

You didn’t like Jeonghan, not enough for the hole to double in size at a valid date cancellation. It was the principle of the thing.

“You didn’t come over here just to bring me hoodies, did you?” You spoke the inquiry quietly at the conclusion of your answer to his question.

Yoongi smiled gently, touching the back of his neck. Pink had started to gather on the apples of his cheeks. “You hadn’t shared your location with me yet. Just wanted to make sure everything was okay. Best friend intuition...”

“I’m fine,” You said it with conviction to try to convince the rest of you that it was the case. Your fingers gripped a bit tighter to the Yoongi-hoodie covered furniture piece below you, adding, “Safe and sound at home.”

“Would you like to go somewhere? I bet I could still get a reservation for that Italian place you like,” Yoongi spoke carefully, giving you the chance to decline.

You did, quietly, letting your chin drop as you shook your head, “No, that’s okay.” Your fingers picked at the hem of the skirt you’d picked out, considering the chill that now spread across your bare skin, “I think I’m going to go change and just hang out here—”

Yoongi didn’t hear the end of your sentence, turning on his heel to stalk into your kitchen. You stood, dumbfounded, while the grunt of Yoongi stretching and the clatter of pots and pans could be heard. He only reappeared again, eyes shadowed under the bill of his cap while a fluffy cheek pressed into the door frame, to ask, “Do you have any heavy cream?”

You gave vague directions to the contents in your fridge before shuffling for him, “What are you doing?”

He held out a hand, stopping you a few paces from him. Lips pressed in on the dimples in his cheeks as he tilted his head, “Thought you were going to go change?”

“I…” You frowned, “I asked you a question first.”

The hovering hand jerked, a hesitation, before it touched you this time, settling on the side of your neck while his thumb stroked underneath your jaw.

“I’m making you dinner,” Yoongi said like it was the simplest thing in the world, “Go get comfy, if you want. Shouldn’t take too long.”

“I...I’m okay,” You had to physically restrain yourself from leaning after him when he retracted his hand, “I’ll help you—”

“No. I’m making you dinner,” He beamed, gums and all, “Your order will be right out.”

You shook your head, a lingering smile exchanged between the two of you as he took backward steps into the depth of your kitchen. Only when you turned, fingers fist in the fabric of your skirt did Yoongi speak again.

“Hey, angel?”

You turned, chin on your shoulder with a raised eyebrow.

More pink curled into his skin, shadowed a hue darker from his cap that he shoved tighter to his head. “You look beautiful.”

“Thank you.”

Admittedly, there was a bit of wine in your system, but your thought process was wholly sober, just as the tight snuggle against Yoongi’s side was. You’d shrugged on one of his, your, hoodies after dinner and he’d shrugged a fuzzy throw blanket from your hall closet over your figures. Nothing, however, warmed you quite like the steady pattern of his breaths to his heartbeat at close proximity.

You felt Yoongi shift next to you but his thumb didn’t stop skimming the sensitive skin underneath your knee. The program on the television was the least of your worries, volume two notches up and the subtitles forgotten but Yoongi murmured anyway, “For what?”

“For a wonderful date,” Part of you froze when the word came out of your mouth and you tried to play it off by freezing the latter half of your being. You didn’t move until he laughed breathily above you, shoulders shaking.

“A date, huh?”

“Mmhm,” You hoarded his arm a bit closer to set your cheek against his chest, “You didn’t have to stay.”

“I wanted to,” He’d forgotten his cap on the opposite couch cushion, fluffy fringe tickling your skin when he bent to let his lips touch your forehead. In the ambiance, you heard him swallow, and his voice dropped a tender octave, “I’d take you on a million more dates, if you wanted.”

Your heart stuttered into your throat, jostled with the weight of that golf ball sized hole being filled in with the weight of a realization that wasn’t quite so new to you. You let yourself lift your gaze, dislodging his lips from your skin, and he instead settled the tip of his nose to the space between your eyebrows, wrinkling the skin around the bridge comically until you laughed.

“Careful,” You hushed when Yoongi’s smile finally settled into something fond down at you, “I might take you up on that offer.”

#bts imagines #bts reactions #bts scenarios #bts fluff #bts x reader #yoongi imagines #yoongi fluff #yoongi x reader #fic: best friend myg #sorry to that anon this took me forever ajfkj;afsldkfs

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subtlereferencetomyinterests · 4 years

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Squishy, Precious Lil’ Baby!

Ao3, MasterPost

Yes this is based off that 1 Instagram story from like two weeks ago.

Relationships: Platonic intruality

Warnings: uhhh Rats? light cursing. This one’s pretty fluffy!

Word Count: 1,032

Remus would go to pretty much any length to make someone else's day just a little bit worse. Very little was off of the table for him: screaming, swearing, violence, and- of course- shape-shifting.

His repertoire was extensive, after years of practice. Remus had become spiders big as basketballs, with mandibles to match; he’d been slimy and oozing cephalopods that were frighteningly fast crawlers, with uncomfortably humanoid features; most interestingly, he’d been mashes of all things at once, his skin changing fluidly like a less racially charged Lovecraftian beast. It was all quite a lot of fun!

So, in all honesty, that day’s form was a little lackluster. Frankly, Remus was a little out of it, and he was just looking for a pick-me-up with some good, cheap scares.

A rat. A mangy, oversized, black rat, with raggedy ears and tiny pointed teeth. His overgrown claws gripped the edge of the kitchen cabinet, bulging red eyes staring out from the partially opened door.

Yeah, it was low-effort, and yeah, there wasn't a lot of flair, but Remus found himself in a bit of a rut- and not even the icky, sexy, fanfiction-y kind! This would, at the very least, give him a little more energy.

A few sides had filtered in and out of the kitchen by now, often passing right in front of Remus’ hiding place, but he made no move on them. There went Virgil- who would probably just kick him across the room on instinct- and Logan- who would most definitely have no reaction at all. Remus sat still through it, biding his time with surprising patience.

Until, some few minutes later, skipping footsteps and a cheery hum made themselves heard across the house. And they were heading his way!

Remus tensed excitedly, his small paws holding the cupboard ajar just enough to see the doorway from the kitchen. It was an anticipant fifteen or so seconds before a side walked- well, skipped- into the room, grinning broadly. If Remus had the facial muscles for it in that moment, he would've worn a similar expression.

Patton was walking to the counters, reaching up and up for something on a high shelf. Remus made sure he looked as scruffy and menacing as possible, ruffling up his fur, before he made his attack.

He started out from his hiding spot, the cabinet door slamming shut behind him. He darted out onto the tile floor, twisting around until he could glare up at Patton. Just a few inches away from the side now, Remus rose to his hind legs (his height landing just below Patton’s knee) and hissed loudly. He curled back whatever the rat equivalent of lips were, showing off his crooked little teeth.

Patton saw him at once, and his eyes blew wide. He screamed.

Wait- No.

Patton squealed?

Remus reared back sharply when Patton dropped into a crouch, reaching out for him. The moral side's face was bright, his squealing quickly devolving into a drawn-out coo. And what the fuck was happening here?

It was probably possible for Remus to speak in rat-form, if he really wanted, but he was stunned into silence anyways. Patton kneeled on the kitchen tile, looking awestruck at this grubby little rodent, with both his hands outstretched to him. Remus wasn't sure what to make of it, but he lowered back down to all fours. He was less inclined to bite at Patton's ankles now, but much more inclined to call it a day and scamper the hell out of there.

“Aww, hey, little guy,” Patton cooed, “It’s okay, you don’t need to worry, I won’t hurt you.”

The irony of that was not lost on Remus. He tipped his small head to one side, coming to the sudden realization that he was- technically speaking- a soft fuzzy mammal. And apparently, Patton was not picky about which soft fuzzy mammals he chose to adore.

Patton had laid his hands palm up on the floor, a stream of baby-talk pouring from his mouth and directed at Remus. Experimentally, the rat crept just slightly towards the side, and was immediately met with an encouraging series of chirps. Patton was clearly trying not to move in his excitement, his fingers twitching with the effort not to stim, and he definitely wasn't scared even a bit. But this reaction might have actually been better- it was cuter, at least!

Remus set his paws down on Patton's palm, looking up into his wide and suddenly watery eyes. The stint of hesitation ended at that sight at once, and Remus crawled confidently forward. He scrabbled all the way up Patton's arm, past his elbow, and settled down on his shoulder. He made himself comfortable, staring at the cyan side with curiosity.

“Oh my goodness, you are so precious!”

Remus wasn't sure he agreed with the sentiment, but he was not one to turn down a compliment, or attention of any kind, for that matter. Especially not when Patton lifted his hand up and scratched down his prominent spine, because Jesus that felt nice.

“Now, where in the world did you come from, lil’ guy?”

Remus considered speaking up then, but Patton pressed two fingers to the top of his head and scratched. He melted into it immediately, it was maybe embarrassing, really, and he decided against possibly ruining the moment.

He vaguely registered the fact that Patton was standing up from the floor, still babbling half-formed phrases at the rat-ified Remus, but the awareness fell to the back of his mind. Who knew positive reinforcement felt good? Not him, obviously!

Remus curled up, his head buried in Patton's neck. His tail rolled back and forth contentedly.

“I didn't know rats could purr,” Patton said reverently, the sound reverberating from his throat. Remus huddled into it, and he let the bruxing get a little louder.

They were leaving the kitchen, he noted dimly, finding he didn't care where they were heading. So long as Patton kept pampering him like an actual animal, he was happy to get some much needed rest.

He could always traumatize the moral side later. Or, actually, maybe he'd find somebody else to pick on next time…

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emerald-echeveria-plant · 3 years

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Part 2 of the Au I made from earlier. I don't know what to call it:33

((Part 2 of ??))

Getting back the map

[Warning: Cursing, blood mention, cringey writing, and fighting]

//Baozhai slowly opens her eyes. She felt a little drowsy. Her head was spinning from the pain inflicted on her not too long ago. Baozhai was lying down in a hammock. She realized she was on the ship. In front of her was Octavia and Leonid.//

Octavia: Oh thank goodness, she's alive! I thought we lost you for a moment there..

Baozhai, groaning: uh.. what- whaat happened..? *Rubs the temples of her forehead*

Octavia: Don't you remember? Captain Haggis did a real number on your face a few hours ago.

Baozhai drowsy: I guess I remember that..

Octavia: Your nose was completely broken and you were struggling to breathe when we got you on board. Thankfully, I managed to fix it!

//Leonid interrupts by clearing his throat. He looked at the small cephalopid with a raised eyebrow.//

Octavia: Oh! How could I forget.. *nervously laughs* hehe, Leonid helped too by putting your nose back in place after I kinda messed up.. but uh at least you can breathe!

Baozhai: Octi. What's wrong with my nose?

Octavia, nervously: Well it's sorta.. um.. not bad I mean you look good! But uh-

Leonid, cutting her off: Yer nose is a little crooked.

Baozhai: WHAT?!

Octavia: It's honestly not that bad!

//Baozhai stands up from the hammock and walk towards a chest. She opens it then begins rummaging inside it. Baozhai manages to find a mirror. Her reflection showed her nose being crooked a bit to the left and the bottom of her nose being slanted upwards.//

Octavia, nervous: See I told you it wasn't that ba-

Baozhai, cutting her off: I'm going to strangle you to death if you don't SHUT UP!

Octavia:

Octavia: Honestly, you'd have a tough time considering I'm poisonous-

//Baozhai lunges at Octavia. Her hands already wrapping around she neck. Them, Archie came running downstairs to where the three other crewmates were.//

Archie: Captain says he needs everyone on deck now!

//Baozhai looked at Octavia. She pulls her hands away and wiped whatever poison off on her jacket.//

Baozhai: Guess you get to live another day. Ya' better make it count.

//Octavia nodded in response. Baozhai, Leonid, and Octavia walked upstairs on deck. The three of them noticed they were moving pretty fast. Captain Bonnet was steering the wheel of the ship. He had an furious expression on his face. Obviously it seemed that he was still upset about what happened a few hours ago. Meanwhile, Ironbeard was sharping his swords. Baozhai walked towards him.//

Baozhai: Hey Ironbeard, where are we going?

Ironbeard, looks at her: Captain Bonnet wants to get back his map that Haggis stole. He's pretty fired up so I wouldn't go bothering him if I were you.

Baozhai: So, he's finally getting revenge after all this time.. YES! FINALLY! I can't wait to bash some skulls in!

Ironbeard: Don't get your hopes up, we're only getting the map. Not slaughtering the entire crew.

Baozhai: Well, if I can't bash some skulls in... I'll just beat them so hard they'll go paralyzed >:)

Ironbeard: Alright, but while you do that make sure to get the map if you see it. That's the most important thing is getting the ma-

//Suddenly, the boat jolted. Both, Ironbeard and Baozhai fell of their feet. The two looked over to see another pirate ship next to the one they were one. On the other ship, stood Haggis and his first mate, Sao.//

Captain Haggis, teasingly: Bonnet, I didn't realize you held a grudge! I thought you were a "gentleman".

Captain Bonnet, furiously: GIVE ME BACK MY MAP OR I'LL TAKE YOU AND YOUR ENTIRE CREW DOWN TO DAVY JONES'S LOCKER!

Captain Haggis, smugly: How about I instead I keep the map and the rest of ye go find yourselves a merchant ship to steal from.

//A blast came out from one of the gunners of Bonnet's ship. It hit Haggis's ship, creating a hole in the lower decks. Haggis's eyes twitched with anger. How dare they put a mark on his ship! He unsheathed his sword and put it in the air.//

Captain Haggis: CHARGE!

//Both crews immediately lunged at each other. Jumping or swinging by a rope onto the other's ship. Baozhai aboarded Haggis ship. Sao was waiting for her and drew her sword.//

Sao: Well, if it isn't Baozhai.. you ready to take back what you said about me..?

Baozhai: Oh you mean when I called you Captain Haggis's little bitch? Oh course I take back what I said! I am so sorry... You're actually a one-eyed cunt.

Sao: Well at least my nose isn't fucked up!

Baozhai: >:000

//Sao immediately lunges herself towards Baozhai. The two women being to duke it out on the floor of the ship... Meanwhile, Bonnet was making his way towards Haggis.//

Captain Bonnet: You better give me back my map Haggis.. That treasure is mine for the taking!

Captain Haggis: Oh is it now? From what I recall whoever holds the map is entitled to the treasure and you don't have it!

Captain Bonnet: Oh I'm going to get back that map even if I have to lose a limb doing so!

Captain Haggis: Well, I'll assure you, you can have this map... OVER MY DEAD BODY!

//The two Captains clashed their swords together. Their faces mere inches from the other. They both had furious looks on their faces, with their eyes glaring at each other. With good reason too. One was angry that his map was taken and the other being pissed off that there was a hole in his ship. This was going to end very badly...//

Captain Haggis: I'm going to enjoy beating you to pulp for what you did to my ship..!

Captain Bonnet: Not if I beat you first!

//Bonnet headbutted Haggis in the face. Haggis fell backwards onto the ground below him. Bonnet got on top of him. He began searching the inner pockets of the other captain. Finally, he pulled out the map that was folded up tightly in one of his pockets. Haggis, seeing this, sliced Bonnet's hand with his sword. Bonnet yelped in pain, making him let go of the map. The map fell downwards where the rest of the crewmates were fighting. Fleance notices the map.//

Fleance, grabs it the moment he see it: Ah yes the map! I've got! I've got it! *Holds it up in the air*

//All the crewmates looked towards the pink robot. Almost immediately, Fleance realized his mistake. He shouldn't have brought attention to having the map...//

Fleance, nervously: um.. I'm screwed aren't I..?

//All the crewmates rushed towards Fleance. The jumped on top of the tiny robot in an attempt to snatch the map away from him. All it managed to do was make the map end up somewhere else... Throughout the chaos, the map somehow landed near the cabin boy, Billy Bones. The salamander (even though he looks like a snapping turtle) tried to reach for the map. A gunshot that almost shot off his hand, prevented him from doing so.//

Islay: Yer not getting that there map now you son of- wait... Billy?!

Billy: Islay..?

Islay: Billy, I haven't seen you in years! Where the hell have you been???

Billy: Where have I been? What about you??! Ye disappeared and I never saw you again!

Islay: I was kicked off the old ship we were on for being "too aggressive" remember..?

Billy: oh yeah.. I told you if you kept up that attitude, it was gonna catch up to ye in a bad way.

Islay: WELL ITS NOT MY FAULT OTHERS TRY TO INVADE MY PRIVACY! Askin me all these questions on how I'm feeling after my father died.. pfft.. FEELINGS ARE FOR PUSSIES!

Archie, running by: YOINK! *Snatches the map and runs away*

Billy, angrily: oh and now you made me lose the map.. thanks a lot!

Islay: Dumbass, you still had a lot of time to grab the map but you chose to talk to me. How is that my fault again???!

//Leaving the two arguing, Archie tries running towards Bonnet's ship. Unfortunately, someone grabbed him by one of his legs. Archie fell to ground with the map in his hand.//

Erik, teasingly: Aww, is the little weasel trying to get back to his mommy's house?

Archie: Yeah, back to your mom's house so I can fuck her!

Erik, holds a blade up to Archie's neck and chuckles: Yer gonna regret saying that you little shit..

//Archie sweats nervously as the blade gets closer and closer to his neck.//

Erik: Hand over that there map and I'll think about not shaving off all yer fur.

Archie: Alright, fine..! Here take it..

//Archie hands over the map to Erik. Erik take the map from Archie.//

Erik: Good choice lad-

//Suddenly, the map was snatched away from Erik's hand.//

Erik: what the?!

//It was none other than Octavia, swinging in a rope with the map in hand. Octavia smiled and wave at the crowd as she swung by. Her crew cheered her on, seeing this as the end of the fight over the map. Ironbeard, who had Sao pinned to a wall, noticed something that Octavia hadn't.//

Ironbeard: OCTAVIA LOOK OUT!

Octavia: what-

//Octavia landed face first into the mast of the ship. A bunch of "ows" and "ohs" followed. The blue-ringed octopus, slowly slid down the mast before falling backwards. Octavia laid passed out on the floor. The map slowly landing next to her. Not wanting Haggis's crew to get to it first, Baozhai ran towards the map. Her hand grabbing the map... Yet, just as she grabbed the map, another hand intertwined with hers at that exact moment.//

Baozhai: Get your grubby paws off of our-

//Baozhai cuts herself off seeing the person before her. It felt as though the whole world around her slowed down. Before her, kneeled a man with long brown hair. He had six yellow eyes that were piercing into her soul. The stranger looked of an unknown alien species that she had never seen before. Baozhai's pupils dialted and a red tint covered her cheeks. Her heart raced a bit when seeing the mysterious yet handsome stranger before her.//

Baozhai: Wow.. you look.. incredible.. 🥺❤️

//Not listening to what she said, the stranger proceeded to punch her in the face. Baozhai got knocked back from the punch. She landed a few feet away from the map. With her nose, once again, bleeding. The stranger picked up the map and stood up.

Octavia slowly awaking from being knocked out. She sees the map being taken by one of the Haggis's crew... For what seemed like the 100th time. She quickly stood up.//

Octavia: oh no you don't!

//Octavia grabbed the other end of the map that the stranger was holding. He tried to pull the map away from the cephalopid but her grip was on it tight. The two began a sort of tug a war with each other over the map. Octavia pulling on one end and the stranger on the other.

As expected, the map broke into two. A loud gasp erupted from both sides. Octavia looked at one of the pieces she had in her hand then back at the stranger. They looked equally as shocked but that shocked was quickly overtaken by anger. Before she could day anything, their captain came out.//

Captain Bonnet: RETREAT! NOW!

//Bonnet's crew looked at him. Some in confusion but soon realized why. Bonnet looked pretty beat up and he was holding his arm. It was clear that he was bleeding. His crew listened and ran back to their ship. Ironbeard helped Bonnet back to the ship while fighting off any of Haggis's crew off. Leonid picked up any of the passed out crewmates and carried them back to the ship. They all managed to get back on board and quickly sailed off.//

Captain Bonnet, groans in pain: is... Is everyone on board..? Dr. Oshima, I'm gonna need... some of your assistance..

Leonid: Yes, Captain, everyone's on board.. *takes a careful look at the captain* Christ, what happened to you??

Captain Bonnet, stretches: let's just say... Haggis didn't like the fact that I didn't put a hole in his ship... And for taking back my map! Now, where is it?

Octavia, shows Bonnet the torn piece of the map: Um, here it is captain..

//Bonnet takes the torn piece of map from Octavia. He inspects it a bit.//

Captain Bonnet: hm, it seems that you managed to get the piece to leads us to the end us the trail Octavia...

Octavia: Is that good or bad..?

Captain Bonnet: Well, I can manage to get us a route to the treasure by using the location of the stars on the map. They look pretty distinct in comparison to any other stars I've seen... I'll try to.. cross reference this... With..my globe..

//Bonnet fell to his knees and groaned in agony. There was an open, bleeding wound near his ribs. Octavia taking notice of this, quickly helped Bonnet up.//

Octavia: come here captain, let's go get you fixed up..

Captain Bonnet: Thank ya lass.. your so kind.

//Octavia helped Bonnet to his cabin. Meanwhile, Baozhai who woke up a few minutes ago had her crossed arms propped up against the ledge of the deck. Archie saw her and immediately walked over.//

Archie: Baozhai?? What the hell happened back there!?

Islay: He's right, what did happen?? Ye had the map in yer grasp and ye didn't even take it back to the ship! Ye just froze up like a bloody status!

Baozhai: ...

Baozhai, whispers: you should've seen him.

Islay & Archie, confused: What?

Baozhai: I said, you should've seen him.. how his hand met with mine. How he looked at me and how I looked at him.. It was wonderful..! I wish I could do it all over again!

Archie: ...

Archie: You wanna get punched in the face again?

//Islay smacks the lad on the back of the head.//

Archie, rubbing the back of his head: OW! Jeez Louise I was just joking...

Islay: Baozhai yer clearly in love... Which is a horrible thing and I suggest ye stop doing it before ye get hurt.

Baozhai, giggles: But I feel so bubbly and warm! Like I'm light on my feet with every step I take, my cheeks are glowing for the first in forever, and there's butterflies flutteirng around in my stomach..! How can you stop someone from feeling that way..?

Islay: With a ton of aspirin and alcohol. Now let's get ye some before ya start singing a cheesey love song about how ye want to admit yer feelings to him but yer to scared to do it.

Archie: Jeez, how do you know all that stuff Islay?

Islay: Personal experience.

//Islay grabs Baozhai by her arm. She starts leading the love stricken mess to the hold of the ship. With Archie following along.

Meanwhile, on Haggis's ship, the captain was "reprimanding" two of his crewmates. Both of them were covered in bruises and bleeding from their noses.//

Captain Haggis: IDIOTS! FOOLS!

//Haggis punched one of them in the stomach with all his strength. The crewmate groaned in pain.//

Captain Haggis: While this idiot was busy making conversation! The other moron couldn't even get a map out of that slimy, octopus's hands!

//Haggis grabbed the long brown hair of the crewmate, showing him off for his failure. The other crewmates looked furious at them and ashamed for them.//

Captain Haggis, threateningly: Got any idea on how we'll get back the other piece of the map, lad?

???: No captain..

//In response, Haggis punched him in the face. They fell to the floor next to the other crewmate. He held his cheek as he looked up at Haggis.//

Captain Haggis: Anyone else have an idea on how we'll get back that map??

//There was complete silence. Nobody knew how either. Until, one of the beaten up crewmates spoke up.//

Billy, groaning in pain on the floor: it's not like.. we can just.. *coughs* follow em' there..

//Haggis raised an eyebrow. Then got an idea after the salamander said that. The captain grinned with an open opportunity at sight.//

Captain Haggis: Yes.. Yes, that's what we'll do!

//Haggis turns to the rest of his other crew.//

Captain Haggis: We'll stay close behind em' but too close for them to notice! Then when we arrive, we kill every last one of them and take the treasure!

//The crew cheered with agreement to the plan.//

Captain Haggis: So let's set sail and prepare to chop off some heads!

//The crewmates cheered in agreement one last time before going to their different posts. A few untied the sails while others prepared weapons like flintlock pistols and swords for use. This time, they were going to make sure their opposing crew wasn't going to get away. Haggis turned to the two crewmates still on the floor.//

Captain Haggis: You two better not screw up this time.. Because I'll have yer heads mounted on pikes if ye fool around again.. Am I clear, Flint?

Flint: Yes captain, I won't let you down again..

To be continued...

((Captain Haggis, Sao, and Erik belong to @chaossmith2

Captain Bonnet, Leonid, Islay, Fleance, Archie, Baozhai, and Octavia belong to me

Also brief mention of Davy Jones! *Wink* @aalbliii *wink* 😉))

#finally an introduction to Flint!.#oh what's this?? Baozhai is in love with him?? 😱😱😱#and of course Islay and Billy arguing like an old married couple lol #oc insert #treasure planet #treasure planet au

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nomnomsik · 4 years

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Omelas

Summary: Everyone knows about Omelas, the beautiful utopic city with perfect skies and the smiles of thousands. But even if some knew the ‘how’ of the creation of Omelas, not everyone knew ‘where’. Would you believe me if I told you that boy lived his whole life in the basement of your house?

Pairing: Jungkook x F!Reader

Word Count: 4.7k

Trigger warnings: isolation, yandere themes, kidnapping, physical violence, and blood.

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The first time you disobeyed, it was at 3 am. It was early enough to not warrant any suspicion in the house you lived in, and the perfect time when everything stood still, motionless, even as you crept around the dark hallway, making your way downstairs to the cellar.

Although some of the people in the metropolis city of Omelas knew of the supposed rumor of its prosperity, it was still mainly mysterious. Was it some kind of ritual? Well, that description wasn’t entirely wrong, you thought.

But you knew all your life. It wasn’t some grand revelation. It began with odd behaviors carried out by your father, your only parent. You understood at a young age that your father or brother would go downstairs to the cellar with food and water. That there had to be something there.

But with your bright smile, you greeted your neighbors. Nobody would imagine that the boy was beneath your feet, that he was living under your roof, trapped in the darkest and deepest part of the house.

And it was within that dark cellar in the utopian city of Omelas, where the unfortunate boy lived for the many. If you believed in a superior being, then maybe that boy was what you would call a god.

He made these beautiful skies, perfect weather, and the smiles on everyone’s faces. It was thanks to him.

The city, known for its infectious happiness, carried this secret. Those who discovered the truth about the boy took value in the happiness within the city of Omelas, living each day with gratitude.

If that boy lived underneath your home, did that make you a bad person for letting him rot captive, or did that make you as powerful as this god?

However, it was a puzzling scenario for you to envision when you were younger. So spoiled rotten that the only thing you could ask your father was why the boy didn't just get up and leave.

Your father chuckled, stroking your head and sighing.

“Because something bad would happen to all of us, ___.”

It was enough to scare you at the time and make sure that you never asked again. But looking back, the memory made you embarrassed. After years of growing up and learning more about the world around you, about what it means to be mature and making sacrifices, maybe you could understand a bit more now.

“Father, why did you decide to keep the boy in our house?”

Your father didn’t answer this time. In fact, this was probably the first time he hesitated to answer you at all.

You seemed to own everything you could imagine in the world, but for some reason, withholding this information made all of those possessions worthless. What was the point of having everything when something so small seemed impossible to possess? He smiled instead, ushering you back upstairs to take care of your brother.

But why? What was so important that he needed to hide?

A sigh escaped from your lips as you managed your way through the dark, aimlessly touching around to figure out your surroundings. At least he was the honest type who hesitated when it came to lying.

But the question about the existence of that boy would end today. You finally gathered the courage needed to find out for yourself. Survive, even if it means breaking the rules. Because in the end, if the boy had even just a few of the answers you wanted about this city of Omelas, that was enough.

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The boy could barely remember the glimmering light from the sun outside within his dark prison. With his hair rugged and its length reaching to his ankles, he curled up in a ball within the darkness.

His skin was littered with dirt that had practically become part of him, crawling with insect companions. His arms and legs were thin and there was always something in his eyes. But even still, the boy lived on, repeating each mundane day in his own hell.

He sat still in the silence of the isolated room he had spent most of his life in, staring at the door in front of him. The cadence of droplets falling from the leaky room ceiling and toward the ground floor was the only sound that could entertain him for hours as the darkness of his home submerged his form, hiding only his face. The entire room was pitch black with not one window stuck into the walls for clean air or bright light.

No matter how many times the boy stood up, wobbling over to the door and testing the doorknob, it was always locked. All he had on was a white cloth that had now taken a murky gray. Yet, he wrapped his small frame around with it, hugging it for warmth. As his eyes fluttered shut, he could make out the sounds of voices in the distance.

“Make sure to feed him while I’m out today.”

“Ughhh, I don’t wanna… Fine, fine, ugh, I’ll do it.”

Jungkook listened intently to their conversation that intruded his silence through the grubby walls. He could understand them and he shuddered, slouching his shoulders even more. His head sat inbetween his knees as his crumby hands covered his ears, eyes squinting shut to fend off their crawling voices.

The door then suddenly opened as an older boy stepped in, hastily filling up a bowl of water and dropping a tray near the door. Jungkook didn’t dare to look at him. He kept his head down, his blurry eyes focused on his crooked feet until the door slammed shut, with the sound of the lock following right after.

Before he was thrown in here, he could barely remember the face of his mother. All he had was one fundamental concept the people who threw him in here taught him: language.

Even if it was basic language, he learned rejection first-handedly from the people who refused to accept him in the first place. He knew the sting of words and the snide remarks in his face. He knew the sensation of tears rolling down his chin as he initially screamed for days, begging to be let out.

But he had stopped that years ago. He had accepted that nobody would come to save him.

Back then, whenever someone had come to give him the grool they called “food”, he would run up to them, pulling at their clothes. Tears would run down his face as he continuously apologized and pleaded to be let out.

“Please, I will be good. Please let me out, I will be good!”

But, he was always pushed roughly to the ground by a taller man, given a look of disgust, and a door slammed in his face. Afterward, the sound of the lock went off, and then came the stomping up the stairs.

Jungkook wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as the tray now lay empty, the bowl of water still full. He noticed it was much darker in his room than before and he crawled back to his corner, preparing to lay down on the rough and moldy wooden floors to get some sleep.

But before he could get comfortable, he heard the sound of someone coming back down the stairs. All of his limbs seemed to freeze as he ducked his head into his chest.

What now?

Normally, nobody visited him more than once a week, not that he fully understood the concept of time. For him, every second felt like an eternity of suffering and misery. But the footsteps got louder and louder. Perhaps, it was one of those people that just stared at him from the door. From time to time, he would see strange people visit him, standing by the door and looking at him with an unusual expression.

It was a mixture of anger, pity, and frustration. Even though Jungkook didn’t understand what those exact feelings were, those people were the ones that usually walked away from Omelas. Knowing the existence of the boy and seeing him with their very own eyes was something that filled them much more than guilt.

And maybe they realized that peace and happiness built upon the sacrifice of one person was nothing but fragile.

Jungkook showed his back to the door as he laid in the darkest corner of his room. The door clicked open and a pair of footsteps entered. The silence after made his heart race. He wanted to turn around, but his body wouldn’t budge.

He had enough rough experiences of turning around and getting his hopes up.

“Hello there.”

He expected the rough voice of one of the two people that constantly watched over him, but instead, it was soft and echoed in his dark abyss. For once, his ears didn’t sting at the sound of another person's voice. All he was used to was the sensation of his eardrums ringing and the disgusting sound of hearing his own cries.

“Hey, what’s your name?”

He finally turned around, his long hair falling over his entire face. Jungkook adjusted himself in the dark until a match was ignited and a candle illuminated his room. He cautiously took in the appearance of his peculiar guest, moving some of his hair out of the way.

It was a girl, dressed modestly in white, yet she took a seat on the dirty ground like it was nothing, just waiting for him.

“What’s your name?” She asked again, setting the candlestick onto the floor.

“J-J…” Jungkook started, mouth dry as he cringed, clawing at his ears at his own voice. “Eh-haa…” He whined, feeling the festering sores on his body begin to sting.

“I’m ____ .” You extended your hand to him as you watched the boy tilt his head to the side.

“Jungk…ook.” He mumbled, extending his index finger at poking at your hand. “What’s this?”

“It’s a handshake.” You beckoned him closer, grabbing hold of his hand and shaking it. But Jungkook froze, suddenly slapping your hand and backing away.

“I’m… dirty.” He grumbled, retreating back into the shadows.

“I wouldn’t have come here if I was worried about that kind of thing.” You smiled, trying to get a look at the boy’s face.

“Why are you… here? Are you going to... yell too?” He asked nervously.

“Well, I live here with my family. We’re not really a typical family. I don’t know my mother— But that doesn’t really matter. I came to see you, personally. Oh, but don’t tell anyone that I was here, okay?” You instructed to the confused boy who stared at you overwhelmed.

For his first interaction in so many years, he couldn’t function. You seemed to notice his expression, pushing your questions to the back of your mind. You’ll just have to see him at another time.

“Will you let me visit you again?”

“You want… to see me, again?” He mumbled, again self-conscious of the dust and dirt that covered him.

“Mhm! Please tell me you’ll say yes.” You pleaded, clasping his hands together in yours.

It was as if his eyes glimmered in the smally lit room as your warm hands embraced his cold ones. His heart was thumping loudly and he felt breathless. This feeling was different.

It wasn’t like when that scary man first threw him in here or when he refused to be pried off his mother’s arms. It wasn’t the type of feeling where his blood was rushing to every part of his body, desperate for an escape. His body felt warm for once and he didn’t want to let go.

“Then, yes… Yes, please visit… me, again… please.”

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The terms of Omelas’s utopic society are strict and absolute; there may not even be a kind word spoken to the child. But here you came—

“Jungkook!”

The next day, regardless of those rules.

“Hi…” He whispered in the dark, cheeks flushed as he reached out for your hand, melting against your gentle touch. “How are you?”

“Hmm,” You hummed, tapping your chin. “I’ve been good for the most part. Though, the weather’s been strange lately.”

“I can’t see anything outside from here.” Jungkook shyly confessed the obvious. “But if you say it’s been strange lately, then the weather’s strange!”

“Yup! So, actually, I wanted to ask you something, Jungkook.”

“Okay.” He nodded obediently.

“Do you know where you are right now?”

“I’m here with you. In the dark.” He answered innocently, still holding onto your hand.

“That’s… Yes, well, that’s technically not wrong I guess, but not what I meant.” You chuckled. “Do you know the city you live in?”

“Oh,” Jungkook started, looking down as he began to think. “Omel—” He stopped, tilting his head to the side. “Omel...ette…? It was something similar… Omeless? Hmm...”

You felt somewhat guilty at the laugh you failed to hold in, but Jungkook heard it, looking worriedly, as if you were choking on something.

“A-are you alright? W-Was I wrong…? Ahh…” He panicked, shaking your shoulder. “I’m sorry…” He began to apologize, bowing his head multiple times until his forehead collided against your shoulder. “Ow! O-oh, I’m sorry, did that hurt? Wait, are you choking?! ___?!”

“Sorry, sorry, sorry.” You sighed happily, taking a deep breath. “But you were close. It’s Omelas. We’re in Omelas, Jungkook.”

Jungkook’s lips pulled into a partial smile as his eyes seemed to reflect the light from the candle. Then, his expression broke into an uncontainable smile as he began to sniffle, with tears welling in his eyes that he let calmly slide down his face.

“What’s wrong?” You whispered, cradling Jungkook’s crying face with your hands.

“I-I’m so, so, happy…” He choked out. “I feel so happy right now. Thank you… You’re the first person to ever praise me… to ever care for me… Thank you, ___.”

Your expression morphed into a frown as you let the boy embrace you, unaware that your grip had tightened.

“Of course, Jungkook.” You smiled after several minutes of silence. When you let go, you stood up, walking back over to the door.

“See you tomorrow,” Jungkook whispered, waving in the dark.

You gave him a smile, softly closing the door. Then, you jammed the key in, locking it shut, your expression still in a deep frown. Jungkook hummed, listening to your footsteps as you climbed up the stairs and until they faded off.

I’m sorry, Jungkook.

»»————-　★　————-««

"Are you satisfied?"

You dropped the key into your brother's hand, giving a small nod.

"I guess you can say that."

It was the morning, with the smell of coffee floating in the air. You snuck into your brother's room right after breakfast, handing him back the key as per the agreement. He wouldn't say a thing to father as long as you gave it back. It would be foolish to try to argue your way to keep it so you simply watched him tuck it back into his wardrobe drawer.

"I trust you, sis."

You were on your way walking out of the room until you turned around, confused.

A pair of serious eyes looked back at you, almost glaring.

"I said, I trust you."

"Right..." You gulped, softly closing the door.

When you stepped outside, you saw the happy mothers and fathers cheerfully cooing at their children, encouraging them. There wasn't any hostility between siblings, parents, or peers in Omelas. It was always warm whenever you watched them.

But it was so cold in your own home.

Maybe it was because the boy lived with you. It was as if he was trying to pull at least someone down with him.

Your family.

And you probably deserved it too. Nobody wants to believe they're doing something terrible, let alone a terrible person.

In one scenario, you're the hero, the savior, the protector of peace and happiness. But in another, you're the villain, you're the antagonist in the story, tormenting a young boy.

But what about the boy himself? Where did he want to fit?

You scoffed at yourself. Of course he would want someplace other than there. Any other location was one million times better, right? Nobody would ever want to stay there. But, wasn't that only because you knew of a much better place?

When nightfall came, you slept. You didn't bother to ask just once more for the key again. You closed your eyes, prayed for a good dream that wouldn't come, and slept. A part of you wondered what Jungkook was doing, what he was thinking.

Was he upset? Would he still be hopefully waiting for you?

It filled you with guilt, but you shifted in your soft bed, throwing the blankets overtop your head.

Forget it. Forget him.

Each day when you woke up and stepped outside to see the smiling faces on the people of Omelas, it reaffirmed your choices, your decisions.

This is the right thing to do. These are the people you are protecting.

But it was always when night came that those thoughts came rushing in.

"How dare you say that you're protecting these people when you're using someone for your own good. How dare you say you can protect these people when you can't protect the one person who matters."

It was then that your feet found the cold floor, pulling a stuffed bag from out your closet and tiptoeing into your brother's room, secretly grabbing the key from the drawer.

»»————-　★　————-««

At the sound of the door creaking open, Jungkook swiftly turned around. His eyes sparkled in the darkness as he saw your familiar figure slip in through the door.

“___!” He whispered. “Where have you been? I missed you…” Jungkook mumbled, shyly looking over at your motionless figure.

“I see.” You replied, silence quickly filling up the room. Jungkook looked worriedly at you, fidgeting with his grimy hands.

Jungkook sat silently for a second, biting at his lip as his voice quivered.

“Aren’t you going to make an excuse… ____?”

“Huh?” You asked, looking back at him.

“Aren’t you supposed to make up a reason why you didn’t visit me? Can’t you just lie to me, instead? This feeling… It hurts.”

You stood motionless as you stared at his figure, almost analyzing the boy. He was naive, but not stupid. And if it was based on how you felt, you’d say he was quite clever. He knew his position strangely well for someone who seemed to be unaware of everything on the surface. Jungkook understood how to read someone. It seemed pointless to lie to him.

“No, I just… I felt guilty about leaving you all alone again. So that’s why I came, today. To tell you I can’t see you anymore.” You sighed, looking away from his slouched shoulders and hanging head.

“Hey, ___. Can I ask you a question? Do you choose the people up above on the surface, or do you choose me?”

You were broken away from your thoughts as you turned to stare at him. It was dead silent and your lips had gotten dry as you pondered exactly what you wanted to say to the boy. This was your fault. “I can’t choose you, Jungkook.”

“H-huh? W-what do you mean you can’t…”

“I can’t choose you, Jungkook.” You repeated in a dead, monotone voice.

“W-what are you saying?” Jungkook grew quiet for a second. “....Why are you saying... things like that?”

“Because...” You started, sliding over to him and cupping his cheeks. “You created this city, Jungkook. You’re the very source of everything that happens. I can’t bring you up. I can’t do that when I know thousands are going to suffer. Because of you, we understand the splendor of our lives. We know that we are not free just like you, but yet, we understand the full extent of compassion.”

Jungkook’s eyes widened as his lips parted.

“W-what are you…”

You gave Jungkook a sympathetic smile as he quivered in his corner, staring at his hands, so filthy, so dirty.

“So...Is… Omelas more important than me? Are the people up there more important than me?” He asked once again, almost in disbelief.

“...Yes, they’re much more important, Jungkook.” You sighed. “How many times do I need to repeat—”

“What…” He choked out in a cry, making you jump. “No… I… I… don’t… like that… at all…”

He grew quiet again, his nails scratching marks down his arm.

“That’s honestly… un...acceptable…” He whispered. “We were so happy, just the two of us down here!” He yelled, hands gripping and clawing at his hair. “I didn’t need anything! I just needed YOU!”

“Jungkook, stop-”

He tumbled over you, holding you down on the infested floor as a chill split down your spine. Even though his arms were so thin, he was pressing hard against your wrists and his sharp and uncut nails were piercing your skin, drawing blood. An irrational thought flashed in your mind: Was he going to kill you? What if he actually killed you?

“WHY? Why are you trying to leave me? Why do you want me to be all alone again? What is it about the people up there that’s more important than me?! I don’t…I don’t understand!”

"Who's up there that you care about more than me?” He spat coldly, his eyes going blank. “I let you continue to visit me all this time because I had faith in you! Because I trusted you!” He sobbed, once again feeling the sensation of his tears slide down his face.

“How could you trust someone you barely even know?” You whispered under your breath. “How stupid.”

“Why do you keep saying things like that?!” Jungkook yelled as you began to resist and push back.

“What do you want me to say then? That I’ll stay with you here forever, Jungkook?!” You yelled, giving him a hard shove. “Do you seriously think you’ll be able to live up on the surface if you even had the chance?”

“O-of course!” Jungkook shouted, his hands trembling as they clutched against the cloth that covered him, right over his heart. “Of course I could! If you’re with me, of course I could!”

“Knowing that someone else would have to take your place?” You argued. “What if I took your place, huh? You would be driven insane by your inability to do anything! You’d have to bitterly accept reality, how cruel and unfair it is. And most of all, you’d blame yourself for causing another to suffer. Because you know that it should’ve been you. Because you know that two people have to carry heavy burdens instead of one now!”

“But even so, I want to go outside! I want to see the sun! I want to see the stars! Is it so selfish of me to think that way? I’ve given everyone in this city all they could ever want, right?! You said so, right?! So why can’t I just wish for something even once?!” He sobbed, curling up on the floor.

“Am I wrong…? I didn’t have entertainment, friends, happiness, or loved ones while I numbly sat here every day of my life. You’re telling me it’s wrong to be let out onto the surface after doing so much for the people here? Do I have to stay here all alone by myself and have no one ever commend me for all the hard work I’ve done? Will nobody praise me even though I never wanted to do this? Why do I have to be all alone?”

Jungkook felt tears roll down his cheeks as he laid motionless on the dirty floor.

“I can’t praise you for such a thing though, Jungkook.” You looked away from him, knowing he would only glare at you. “It’s wrong and it would insult you. I can’t praise the obligations you were set on by others. I can’t praise something when you never had a say in it. I can’t praise it, I can’t...”

“So you’ve come here to mock me?” Jungkook whispered with growing venom.

“No, I-I…” You stumbled through your words. “I started to wonder if I was assuming what you wished for. I thought it was obvious you would want to go outside, but I realized that you had never said those words yourself. It’s foolish to think now, but what if you were scared of how to carry a proper conversation? Of how you looked? What if you somehow got more scared of how people would react to you on the surface instead of being here? What if nobody would ever help you again?”

Jungkook sat silent, his body relaxing only a tad bit.

“It’s wrong for me to do in perspective of everyone who lives here in Omelas. But… why do we deserve to live in happiness? What did we ever do? We’re not noble nor self-sacrificing. And I personally don’t owe anyone in Omelas anything. So... I brought a bag full of things. I want you to go outside, Jungkook. I want you to leave and explore. I want you… to live…”

“I won’t tell you what Omelas will turn into. Honestly, I don’t know what will happen and I don’t want to flood you with negative thoughts for my well being. All I ask is you make your decision tonight. The bag’s here, the door’s unlocked.”

“So… you were testing me?” Jungkook asked incredulously.

“I was a bit too mean, wasn’t I?” You turned away. “Well, you said you could live on the surface and I believe you. Go see the sky. Go see the stars. And tell me all about them all one day.”

“But, what if—” Jungkook started, until he found your index finger against his lips, silencing him.

“Don’t ask me to come with you. I won’t.”

“But—Omelas will…”

“I know. I know, Jungkook.” You sighed. “I know I’m stubborn, but I can’t leave this city behind. Omelas was everything I’ve ever known. I’m not brave, I honestly don’t even think I'm a good person. I’m scared of what’s going to happen, but that’s all the more reason to smile through it. After all, that’s what we’ve been good at here in Omelas.”

"I don't understand. I want you to come with me. I want to be with you. Why must I have to make more sacrifices?

"I'm sorry, Jungkook." That’s all you could say until he accepted it.

He held onto you, his dirty hands holding on your arms, his hair brushing up against your shoulders. You looked fondly down at him, patting him on the head.

"Now quickly. You have to leave before the sun comes up."

Helping him up to his feet, you pulled the door open, your fingers intertwined with his. When you led him up the stairs and down the hallway, you brought him to the entrance door and into the outside world.

The sky was slowly getting brighter, its orange hues slowly growing. Jungkook stopped for a second, taking everything in. His past memories were so blurry, but they were slowly piecing back his home together, Omelas, together.

He breathed in the air greedily as if he could taste it too. You looked over your shoulder to see him paused, smiling. When Jungkook looked back at you, he stared at your outstretched hand, taking it.

"I'll tell you all about the stars, sun, and sky," Jungkook promised. "So wait for me."

»»————-　★　————-««

"What have you done?" A seething voice came from the hallway as you reentered your house, closing the entrance door.

"Good morning, father."

"Do you understand the weight of your actions? Do you?!" He shook your shoulders violently until you slapped him off. "Do you know how hard I worked to make Omelas the city it is today?"

“How hard you worked...? Did I hear you correctly? What exactly did you work hard for? Everyone here was content with sticking their hands out ready to receive and receive. You didn’t work hard for anything. You didn’t try to accomplish anything yourself. All you did was rely on the one boy who gave you everything.”

“Just you watch Omelas crumble then. It’s all over…” He groaned, holding onto his head like his life was over.

"Then maybe you should've asked to become a god."

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A/N: I was inspired by many things for this work. First and foremost was The Ones Who Walk Away from Omelas, which references a lot like how the boy lived in the cellar of the largest house, what his whining sounded like, and the strangers that came to visit him. I definitely kept the descriptions much tamer, but nevertheless hoped to convey the rules of Omelas. I was also inspired by parts of Dororo and Tower of God, the former with the inability to stand his own voice and the latter with Jungkook’s explosive anger and possessiveness. Hope you enjoyed!

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