#i do like their lik friend group it's good how they all compliment each other

[waitingforminjae]

it's okay yul u can beat uk's ass for sneering at ur first lil breakfast you've helped make that ur proud of bc u feel like it has humbled you in a good way that provides growth 😭 like it's okay dude u can throw a bowl at him u don't have to put up w his bitchy temper 😤 don't be so understanding go a lil apeshit

[biggest-stupidhead]

more modern au levi x reader!! is it okay where reader makes petra jealous???

Just a reminder: WE DO NOT CONDONE PETRA SLANDER IN THIS HOUSE!!!

with that said, I will write this heavily focused on Petra to make it a lil angsty, hope you enjoy!

Summary: Petra watches her ex fall for another

Word Count: 1.7K

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It had been two long years since Petra and Levi ended things. It wasn’t messy but it was painful, she had seen it coming from a mile away. He had grown just as distant as he had been when they first met. Staying late at work, texting her dryly, and using terrible excuses. Although she had known it was coming, she still was a wreck when he actually ended things. She spent the months following the break up drinking wine and crashing at Oluo’s place regularly. After two years she was finally feeling better, dare she say, ready to get back into the dating scene? Or at least that’s what she thought, she was scrolling through her instagram feed when she stumbled across Hange’s page. It was someone’s birthday, someone she wasn’t familiar with. 

A woman with bight eyes and an even brighter smile was in the center of the group photo. On her right was Levi, who had an arm thrown casually over her shoulder, the faintest trace of a smile on his lips. Petra pinched the screen to zoom into Levi’s side, where she saw a feminine hand on his waist. She stared stupidly at the image. She shouldn’t feel jealous, she had no right. It had been two long years since the break up. But the picture only dredged up old memories of times when she would hold Levi that same way. When that smile was directed to her. She then turned her attention to the caption, which read: 

Happy Birthday (Y/n)! 24 never looked so good!

She then scrolled through the comments, many of them consisted of birthday wishes and support. She lost interest when she didn’t see Levi’s username and instead went back to the collection of photos, three of them in all. The group one that she assumed had just been taken, the second one was a picture of Hange and you on the beach, Petra felt a involuntary wave of self consciousness wash over her at the site of you in a swim suite. The final picture was the one that hurt the most though, it seemed to be a very old picture of you, maybe from your early years in college? You were sitting on a couch with younger versions of Hange, Erwin, Levi, and Moblit. Levi’s arm was casually thrown over your shoulders. Why had he never mentioned you before? Were you the reason that they broke up? No Levi had assured her that it wasn’t like that, said he wasn’t seeing anyone else. She tried to stop herself from going down that rabbit hole, but she couldn’t seem to. Before she really knew what she was doing, she had clicked on your profile which she was almost disappointed to find as public. This meant that there was nothing stopping her from judging every perfect image that was posted, and to her pleasant surprise, there was only one photo of you and Levi. The photo was posted the week prior, the two of you were hiking in the mountains, the dusty trial behind you. Your face was flushed from the exertion of the climb, Levi seemed cool as a cucumber, his face blank and void of emotion. She scrolled through the post and found a video, the sound of your shoes crunching and Levi talking behind you were clear as day. 

“I mean come on, who uses fucking Lipton? Have some god damn class.” Levi spat, as you snorted in amusement. Petra found herself chuckling along with you at Levi’s little rant. She felt a rogue tear slide down her cheek when you showed the phone to Levi, who’s face fell from being mildly animated to apathetic once more. You cackled as he swiped the phone and the video ended abruptly. It was so innocent, it was clear from the rest of your page that you were a private person, much like Levi. With little indication that you were dating him, it left her wanting to know more. More about the girl that had taken her place, had managed to worm her way into Levi’s heart of stone and make herself comfortable. As soon as these thoughts crowded into her head, she deleted instagram all together and powered her phone down, determined to wipe her memory of the images she had seen. 

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The music was a nice distraction from the awkwardness that hung in the air. You had arrived uncharacteristically early to Hange’s party, and consequently meeting a whole group of people that you had never met before. The new people were about your age, three young men and one stunning young woman. It was early fall and Hange’s annual bonfire bash as you all had dubbed the event. Basically you lit a massive fire, when you were younger it was your past assignments from your pervious school year, then it became just regular old wood. You tapped your finger against the cool beer bottle as you leaned up against the counter, the men were laughing obnoxiously as they dropped the alcohol that they’d brought into one of the many coolers. The woman was looking at you almost nervously, she seemed extremely on edge, shifting her weight back and forth, eyes wandering around the room in a jittery manner. You frowned, wondering what was bothering her, but ultimately deciding that it was not really your business. Erwin shimmied behind you, his hands on your shoulders as he slide past you into the kitchen. You caught his arm, clinging to his familiar presence. 

“Erwin.” you hissed as he stooped to reach your level. 

“Who are these people?” you asked as you held his bicep firmly in your grasp. He pulled away and looked at you with a confused expression. 

“You mean Levi didn’t tell you?” He said slowly, clearly he was unsure if it was his place to speak on the relationship between Levi and these people. 

“No....” You said carefully, not wanting to make Erwin uncomfortable. 

“Oh well they used to work in the same department before Levi switched.” He said, he looked over to the men and motioned for them to come over, they ambled over with curious expressions. 

“What’s up Erwin?” the dark haired man asked as he looked between the two of you. 

“Just thought I’d ought to introduce you to (Y/n) here, she’s an old friend of ours from high school.” Erwin explained, his hand still comfortingly placed on your mid back. You waved shyly and smiled at all of them, including the girl. 

“Pleasure to meet you.” The blonde with a ponytail said, outstretching his hand to shake yours. 

“I’m Eld, this is Gunther, Oluo, and that fine young lady over there is Petra.” He said, pointing at all of them respectively. 

“It’s so nice to meet you guys!” you said sweetly as you struck up a conversation with Oluo about what they thought about the department that they worked in. It didn’t go unnoticed that Petra remained nearly silent, her amber eyes wide and a bit fearful. When the interns arrived, the men were quick to go help them carry in the alcohol that they brought, leaving you and Petra alone in the kitchen. You cocked your head at her as you poured some pretzels into a large bowl. The warm glow of the setting sun cast a halo over her head and you couldn’t help but voice your admiration for her. 

“You’re really pretty.” you gushed as she blushed at your words and turned to look at you with wide eyes. 

“So are you...” She returned the compliment and you smiled, feeling more at ease now that the two of you were alone. 

“So how long have you known Hange?” You asked conversationally as you crumpled up the bag and tossed it into the trash. 

“Hm let’s see...about four years now?” She responded with a bit of a wistful tone. 

“Really? I’m surprised we haven’t met sooner!” you chuckled as the two of you opened a bottle of wine and poured it into two large glasses. The two of you strolled out into the bark yard, where Hange and Moblit were chucking large pallets of wood onto the fire pit. You and Petra sat down in two lawn chairs watching as Hange and Moblit bickered over if it was safe enough to light the fire with gasoline. 

“I am too, you seem....like a really nice girl.” Petra said a bit downcast as she looked deeply into her wine. 

“So do you! We should grab breakfast ooo or maybe even brunch sometime!” You said excitedly and Petra sat there in awe, wondering if there was even a mean bone in your body. Or if you had any clue that she had dated Levi. 

“Yeah...this is kind of random but...are you dating Levi?” She blurted out, her face turning to look at you with a flushed expression. You nodded nonchalantly and took another sip of your wine. 

“Yeah we just started dating about a year ago.” You said with a shrug, Petra inhaled, readying herself for the next words that would either make or break the future relationship between the two of you. 

“Did...you know we dated?” she said, cringing when the words left her mouth. She sounded crazy and she knew it, but she felt obligated to clear the air between you before it got bad. 

“Hm I think he mentioned it once or twice, and Hange told me about you when you first started dating.” You said looking up thoughtfully, your tone held no malice or any sign of ill will. 

“You’re not...” 

“Insecure? Nah, and don’t take that like I’m being cocky! I just mean that...” 

“No, no let’s just not do this. I’m sorry for bringing it up. God I’m such a bitch.” Petra went to stand and you followed her, catching her wrist. 

“It’s alright really, I don’t care about what happened between you and Levi. It’s frankly none of my business, I just...wanna be friends with you.” you smiled at her sheepishly as she looked at you with wide eyes. 

“Oh” She managed to say dumbly. 

“That is if you want to be friends.” You said, letting go of her hand and giving her some space. 

“Yeah...I think that I’d like that very much.” Petra said with a bright smile. 

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In honor of Women’s History month, I couldn’t bare to write something that was a stereotypical jealous ex, so I did the next best thing and wrote this more geared towards the reader and Petra bringing each other up instead of tearing one another down. As someone who was apart of the fandom back in like 2014 I am way too familiar with writers turning Petra into a psycho bitch, and I don’t like that. SO I hope that this is good enough to fit the prompt! 

[dudeandduchess]

Sweetest Sin [Kyoujurou Rengoku x F!Reader] Chapter 2

Rating: E! NSFW Characters: Rengoku Kyōjurō x F!Reader, Kochō Shinobu Chapters: 5/5 Summary: A written collection of all the times when Rengoku proposed to his then-lover, who eventually gave in and became his wife. Chapter Word Count: 2,419 Tags: Smut, Fluff, Short Series, Fingering, Creampie, Established Relationship, Marriage Proposal, Mild Manga Spoilers (Very mild, I promise), Impregnation, Finger Sucking, Praise Kink, Dirty Talk, Light Dom/sub, Light Bondage, Tsundere Reader

***NSFW***

“What about you, (Y/n)-chan, what do you think?” Kochō Shinobu, the Insect Hashira and one of (Y/n)’s friends, asked in that ever-bubbly tone of hers. “Your father is a kannushi, right? And you also used to be a miko.”

In response, the (h/c) haired woman looked over her shoulder, and shrugged. Shinobu knew her answer to their topic, but the other woman wanted her to voice out her opinions to the young ones at the Butterfly Estate. It had something to do about building their knowledge, or whatever Shinobu was up to at that moment. 

Thick silence descended upon the room, as Shinobu and the children waited for her response; so, after deciding to humor her friend, she sighed then answered, “You can believe anything you want, really. There’s no right or wrong way to perceive the gods. As long as you live a good life, then they will favor you. Or you can believe that they don’t exist.”

“But do you believe in them, (Y/n)-chan?” Shinobu pressed with that same smile on her face. She was so much like Rengoku that they could be mistaken for distant relatives; though, she had to admit that her friend’s cheerful façade was way more frightening than her lover’s.

“I don’t know, Shinobu.”

“But-” The raven haired woman interjected, but (Y/n) clicked her tongue in irritation— which cut her off. 

“I didn’t come here for this, Shinobu. I came to wait for Kyōjurō.”

“Not even to visit me? You’re so cold, (Y/n)-chan,” The younger woman teased with a giggle, while her friend merely rolled her eyes. 

After that, (Y/n) chose to ignore all the questions fielded towards her; opting instead to lean back against her hands and watch the clouds from the engawa. Rengoku’s crow had told her that he was about to arrive in a short while, so she couldn’t wait to see him.

Even though she was starting to get worn down from his adamant attempts to get her to say yes to his marriage proposals.

She wanted to say yes, not only because she wanted him to shut up about it, but more so because she had always wanted to get married to him. Her resistance was only due to the fact that they would have to jump through numerous hoops to secure her father’s approval; if they would even be able to get it.

If worse ever came to worst, her father could separate the two of them. And that was the last thing that she wanted to happen.

“Oh, and (Y/n)-chan, Rengoku-san told me that you two are trying for a child?”

That effectively snapped the Kinoe out of her stupor, and her head whipped around so fast that she was sure it was going to be stiff for the next few days. Her cheeks were aflame with a blush, and her voice cracked a bit when she asked, “What?” 

“Before he left, Rengoku-san asked me for what herbs you can take for easier conception. He said that he wanted heirs as soon as possible.” Shinobu laughed lightly, while the young ones smiled brightly at (Y/n). 

If she didn’t love Kyōjurō as much as she did, she would have strangled him in his sleep long ago. “That man…” She muttered under her breath, before taking a deep breath to calm her frazzled nerves.

“Rengoku-san and (L/n)-san are having a baby?” Aoi, one of the girls at the Estate, asked excitedly, while the other girls started giggling. Their reactions made (Y/n)’s eyebrows quirk up in incredulity, before she cut their celebration short. 

“No. Bringing a baby into this world… at this time… that would be stupid.” 

“So you don’t want a baby with Rengoku-san?” Shinobu piped up. Her tone rose up towards the end, which clued everyone in to her amusement at the situation.

“I never said that.” (Y/n) scoffed. 

“It’s a yes or no question, (Y/n)-chan. Just between us,” the Insect Hashira baited with a saccharine smile.

With a sigh, the (h/c) haired woman gave in and admitted, “Of course I want to have children with Kyōjurō.”

With her friend, there was no use in keeping quiet. It was one of the reasons why she and Shinobu had become good friends in the first place. When Rengoku first introduced the two of them, they were both merely Kanoto, and Shinobu was much more annoying back then. 

Or maybe it was only because she got used to her friend’s tendency to be a nosy brat. Either way, they were still friends; she could even say that Shinobu was her best friend, and vice versa.

“How many do children you want? One, three, five, maybe ten?” The raven haired Hashira’s question made (Y/n)’s upper lip curl in disbelief. 

“We’re not making an army, Shinobu. We can’t afford to take care of so many brats.” 

“So two, then?” 

(Y/n)’s eyes narrowed at the other woman, before she answered. “Two. Maybe three, if there are twins.” 

“Oh, do you have twins in your family?” 

“Yes. I have a twin brother.” 

“Oh, so would you prefer twins or just one child?”

“What kind of question is that? We’re done with this topic, Shinobu.” The blush was evident on (Y/n)’s face; enough for her to look away from the small group and turn back towards the clouds. 

Only to bite back a scream, when she saw Rengoku’s head peering down at her from the edge of the roof. It didn’t take long for her to put two and two together: he had been eavesdropping, and the whole thing was probably a setup to gather information. 

(Y/n)’s gaze immediately narrowed into a glare up at her lover, before flitting over to her friend— who had immediately made her presence scarce. She barely caught the sound of the shoji clicking shut from inside, which irritated her even more.

“You look as radiant as ever, my Sweet Flame,” Rengoku complimented in lieu of greeting her.  His words were sweet and as energetic as ever, but his actions spoke of mild uncertainty— as he jumped down from the roof. 

“Really, Kyōjurō?” (Y/n) drawled flatly— even going as far as to pair the question with an incredulous expression on her face. To have asked the question himself was fine, but to have involved other people was too much.

She didn’t want their business blasted out to others, even if those people were her friends. (Y/n) valued her privacy more than most people, as she knew that her father could get his hands on any information relating to her, and he could use that to further his own means to get her back.

The last thing that she wanted was to be dragged back home.

She would fight tooth and nail to stay with Rengoku, but she knew her father— and she knew him well. He would stop at nothing to get what he wanted, which was her at home so she could be married off to some other man. 

“Did I do something wrong, (Y/n)?” The Flame Hashira asked with a slight pout to his lips. 

And it took almost everything in the (h/c) haired female in front of him to not get her naginata, from where it laid beside her, and run him through with it. Instead, she took in a deep breath— held it for a few seconds— then exhaled it sharply.

That effectively quelled her irritation. 

“Are you angry at me?” Rengoku asked, as a slight smile lit up his features.

(Y/n) merely narrowed her eyes at the blond man in front of her.

“It’s fine though. You still look so beautiful,” He praised with a jovial laugh, which caused (Y/n)’s cheeks to warm up with a blush. And to further push her embarrassment, Rengoku continued, “The flames inside me are lighting my heart on fire, all because of how beautiful you are.” 

(Y/n) couldn’t help it, her cheeks were burning up so much that she opted to bury her face in her hands. Then, as a last resort, she ducked her head to keep her lover from seeing just how flustered his words had made her.

Instead of checking if she was alright, the Hashira belted out a hearty laugh, before taking his flustered lover into his arms. And, unabashedly, he started pressing numerous kisses to the crown of her head.

They stayed like that for a few minutes, just basking in the feel of each other, before Rengoku broke the silence, “Marry me, (Y/n)?” 

He waited earnestly for her answer, only to be pushed away from her— with enough force to knock him off of the engawa. He landed on his bottom on the ground, but instead of getting mad, that only fired up his resolve to get her to say yes even more.

“No,” (Y/n) answered simply, before getting up and walking away from him— with her naginata in hand.

Quickly, Kyōjurō got up on his feet and charged forward; unmindful of his lover’s potential reaction to what he planned on doing.

When he was close enough to her, he leaned down and slung her onto his shoulder— before raising a hand up and swatting her right ass cheek. A squeak left her lips at the action, and she was about to start wriggling to get herself free, when she opted to beg to get out of Rengoku’s iron grip, instead.

“Put me down, Kyōjurō!”

“No.”

“Then where are you taking me?”

“Home, to get some babies in you.”

 ***

 “Do you want me to put my cock inside you?” The Flame Hashira murmured softly against (Y/n)’s ear, before running the tip of his tongue along the shell of it.

A shiver wracked throught the (h/c) haired woman’s body, but try as she might to do something— anything— to suppress it, she couldn’t, as her wrists were bound with Rengoku’s belt. All she could do in response, was to moan and try to squeeze her legs shut.

Of course, her lover didn’t appreciate that attempt one bit, as he was currently cradled between her thighs— to prevent just that from happening. His hands landed on the soft skin of her thighs with a resound smack, before her legs were slung up on the blond’s shoulders.

As of late, he had taken to doing the same position constantly. She had asked him once why he liked it so much, and he simply told her that it allowed his little swimmers to find their way faster to her uterus.

In itself, it was a miracle that she hadn’t gotten pregnant yet.

“Yes, please, Kyōjurō.” Begging was usually beneath (Y/n), but not with Rengoku; and especially not when the heat inside her was building up so much that it was almost unbearable. She needed him, and fast.

With his hands on either side of her waist, the Hashira aligned his erection against his lover’s sopping entrance, before slowly pushing past her folds. A low grunt escaped his parted lips, before it stemmed out into a heady moan that made (Y/n)’s walls tighten around his cock.

“You’re so tight for me, (Y/n),” Rengoku praised as he laved open-mouthed kisses against the aforementioned woman’s neck. “Such a good girl.” 

Slowly, he started thrusting inside her— his body getting slick with sweat as he increased his pace. The sound of skin slapping against skin reverberated inside the room, but neither of them could care less as Kyōjurō brought both of them towards the precipice of their orgasm. 

(Y/n) brought her bound hands to her face and pressed the back of her right hand to her lips, since she didn’t want anyone inside the house to hear what she and Kyōjurō were up to; especially not Senjurō.

When the blond saw what she was doing though, he immediately amped up the force of his thrusts— which elicited breathless gasps of pleasure from her lips. No matter how hard (Y/n) tried to quell the noises she made, her efforts were fruitless.

Every thrust inside her brought her closer to the edge, until she was within a mere hairsbreadth from cumming— 

And that was when Senjurō’s excited tone made both her and Kyōjurō freeze. “Nii-chan! I heard that you were already home. Is (Y/n) nee-chan in there with you? May I come in?”

Wide-eyed, (Y/n) shot a panicked glance at the closed shoji, before looking back up at her lover— who sported a wicked grin on his face. 

Before she could stop him, Rengoku began thrusting faster— even going as far as to let his left hand drift down to her crotch, so his thumb could play with her clit. 

(Y/n) pressed the back of her hand harder against her closed mouth, then bit down on her tongue to further reduce the chances of her moaning aloud. She didn’t want to be responsible for scarring Kyōjurō’s younger brother. 

One last thrust against that one spot inside her did it; the world was snuffed out and replaced with an array of stars, as her orgasm coursed through her. While, on top of her, Kyōjurō stilled in his movements as his cum shot out of him in thick, warm jets.

Both of them stared into the other’s eyes— with (Y/n) glaring at the Hashira— as they tried to catch their breaths, only to be shaken from the moment by a timid knock against the wooden frame.

“Nii­-chan?” Senjurō asked unsurely from the other side.

“Ah, sorry about that, Senjurō. I was trying to get your (Y/n) nee-chan to agree to marry me.” Kyōjurō’s voice was so even and lively that (Y/n) found it unfair. She felt so winded that she could barely even hold her glare, while he looked unfazed at all. 

“Oh, okay then,” The younger Rengoku was more than happy with the explanation, as evidenced by his ecstatic tone. “I’ll come back later, then. And… nee-chan?”

A wordless conversation between the two Slayers passed by in the blink of an eye; mainly with (Y/n) widening her eyes at her lover, and said lover quirking his eyebrows teasingly in response.

As if encouraging her to answer his brother. 

So she did, albeit shakily. “Y-yes, Senjurō-kun?”

“Please say yes.”

Kyōjurō looked so proud of his brother that his aura could have rivaled that of the sun. He was just that happy about his brother backing him up, as he knew that (Y/n) had a soft spot for Senjurō. 

“I…” (Y/n)’s eyes darted to the closed shoji, before looking back at the man still on top— and inside— of her. “I’ll think about it.”

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[13rwbabes]

Montgomery x Reader (Part 20/?)

MASTERLIST 

Soooo…

Here is part 20, I was very excited about that one, I hope you like it as well even though it’s not 100% how I was imagining it in my head (I think it’s always that hard, when you have high expectations about something you’re doing, you’re never really satisfied).

Anyway, when I was putting myself in mood for writing this part I was listening to Dress by Taylor Swift because the lyrics fit soo much - here (I even stole one).

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My mum was definitely was more excited than me about this whole prom thing. She woke me up at 9 and assured me that breakfast and dinner (that I absolutely have to eat before I leave) will not make me look bloated (not that I cared).

Montgomery didn’t answer my text last night. Not that I expected him to do so. Besides, what can you reply to No problem.

Jessica called me before I even had chance to finish my breakfast in peace.

“Hello?”, I answered.

“I’m just calling to make sure you didn’t change your mind and are still coming to a prom”, she said.

“Yea, I’m coming”, I sighed.

My mum gave me warning look. My dress was gorgeous, but was also very expensive and my mum agreed to pay only if I sweared I’ll go to the prom.

“Just Jess… Don’t have any expectations about tonight, okay? I don’t have. I’m in peace and I decided I’m going there to have fun with my friends”

“But…”

“Jess”, I said through my clenched teeth.

“Okay, I promise”, I could almost hear her rolling her eyes. “I will not say a word about Montgomery. I swear. Montgomery? I don’t know him”.

I laughed a little. 

“Bye, see you later”.

The day passed faster than usually. I barely blinked and was standing in front of tallest mirror in the house where mum, dad and I could look at me at the same time. I was wearing short, loose golden dress with spaghetti straps. I curled my hair in loose waves and had goldish-brown smoky eye. I also started counting hours until I will be able to take off the heels.

“Oh, sweetie…”, my mum whispered. “You look amazing”.

“Mum, I swear, if you’re gonna cry”, I roll my eyes. “It’s not even homecoming, it’s just winter prom.”

“I know, I know…”, she sighed. “Ugh, you’ll have your own child, you’ll understand.”

“Y/N”, my dad spoke, “you look beautiful”, he said with a smile.

“Thank you”, I smiled.

We heard honking on our driveway.

“It’s Jeff, I have to go”, I put on my leather jacket and went down the stairs.

“Have fun!”, Mum and dad said standing at the front door when I was walking to Jeff’s car.

He was waiting inside with, his girlfriend Leah. I felt like a massive third wheel and assured him I can drive on my own or ask mum or dad, but he was so stubborn about it.

“Hi, guys”, I said as I sat on backseat.

“Hey, you look great”, Jeff said.

“Watch your language, Atkins, your girlfriend is listening”, I joked.

“That dress is bomb”, Leah said.

“Thank you”, I smiled at her. “I love your braid”.

We got to school, but I decided I won’t be third wheeling with them walking to the dance, so instead I went to my locker to put my jacket in there.

I took deep breath and walked in to the dance. I was looking around trying to find someone familiar until I finally spotted Jess, waving at me like a crazy person.

“Oh my God, you look amazing”, she hugged me.

“Thanks”, I smiled.

“I know I promised not to say a word but… Turn around. But don’t make it obvious.”

“Okay, so umm, where’s Justin?”, I said while looking around.

I spotted Monty. He was standing with jocks, staring at me. Suddenly he realised I was looking at him and looked in different direction.

“Listen, the first moment he saw you, I swear, his knees got weak”, Jess said. I didn’t answer anything, just smiled at her.

“Wow, Y/N, I wouldn’t recognize you”, Justin came up with drinks.

“Is there something extra in it?”, I asked taking cup from him.

“Duh”, he chuckled.

***Monty’s POV***

I came to this stupid prom way too early. I was standing on the side with guys, they were commenting appearance of every girl that walked in. But I didn’t care. The only person I cared about was Y/N. I swore to myself that if see her today and I get that gut feeling again I will talk to her. I will tell her fucking everything even if once again it’ll end up with her telling me that I destroy everything and it won’t change. Jeff and his girlfriend came. But Y/N wasn’t with them. It didn’t make sense, he was picking her up on his way here for sure, why didn’t she came in with them? Did she ditch prom? No, impossible, Jessica was giving her so much crap about it, she would come here or Jess would never leave her alone.

“Wow, look at her, man, she won”, I heard one of the boys.

I looked in the same direction they were looking and there she was. She was looking liks a goddess. She always looked great in general, but that dress was doing her huge favour. She had a bit of some sparkly shit on top of her cheeks that made her look angelic. Llittle part of me that was bastard who had no right to be jealous, wanted to get her out of here only so other boys wouldn’t look at her. Y/N quickly walked to Jess, they hugged. Jessica said something, Y/N mumbled something back while looking down and putting hair behind her ear, so more than probably Jess complimented her and she couldn’t take it, as always. Y/N looked around, mentioning something about Justin (what I read from movements of her lips because now I apparently turned into psycho) and then her eyes met me. Jesus, she looked so beautiful it almost hurt. I should’ve walked up to her, take her away from Jessica and tell her whole fucking truth. Instead, she smiled a little at me and I quickly looked away with huge tangle in my stomach. Well played, Monty…

*** Y/N’s POV***

I drank whole drink at once, because apparently I was more nervous than I thought. I didn’t know I was nervous at all.

“I’m going for a refill”, I said.

“It’s in red bowl.”

“Just take it slow, Y/N”, Jess said.

“She’ll be fine”, I heard Justin talking to her as I was walking away.

I was pouring myself a drink when someone stood next to me.

“Hey, Y/N”.

I looked up.

“Oh, hey Scott”, Scott was one of the baseball jocks, we were familiar with each other but never really talked.

“Nice dress”, he said.

“Thanks”, I smiled nervously. Okay this was weird. We almost never talked to each other and suddenly he comes up to me, starts conversation and complements my dress.

“Umm… Would you like to dance?”

“Oh, well, no one is dancing, you know?”, I pointed at the back, where literally everyone was standing I small groups and just talking.

“Yeah, I don’t mean like now, but later?”

“Oh, okay, but why did you ask now and not later?”, I asked.

“I probably wasn’t suppose to tell, but I made a bet with Troy who will dance with you first, so… you know…”, as he was talking he started to realize it sounds bit silly.

“Okay”, I laughed a little.

Suddenly Monty walked up.

“Yo, Scotty, Bryce was looking for you. He and guys went behind the bleachers”, he said .

“Oh, cool, I’m going”, Scott nodded. “Y/N, we have a deal”, he pointed at me and walked away.

“You’re not going?”, I asked because Mintgomery still stood next to me but didn’t say a word.

“No, I don’t feel like smoking today.”

I nodded and looked around nervously.

“So, um, what’s the deal with Scott?”, he asked, looking around, trying to sound relaxed but I could see vein on his neck pulsing.

He was stressed. He was talking to me. About another guy. And was stressed about that. I bit my lips trying not to smile.

“He made a bet with Troy who will dance with me first”, I shrugged. “I don’t know why did they come up with that…”

“Yoo look beautiful”, he said suddenly.

“Thank you”, I smiled and I could feel I started blushed. “Well”, I cleared my throat, “you look good too. That suit? Nice one, de la Cruz.”

“Thanks”, he was looking down at his feet.

“Come oonnn! Y/N!!”, Jess came up, put my cup on the table and took my hand. “Come on, its our song, let’s daaanceeee”

I gave Monty apologising smile as she was pulling me away.

“What the hell, Jess?”

“We can’t give you to him on a golden plate”, she said.

“We? And besides what are you talking about?”, I shook my head. “He came up to me, he started talking to me, because he wanted to do so, what more do you want?”

“He walked up to you to make Scott go away”, she rolled her eyes. “He needs to try harder. Now, dance, he’s watching”

I sighed.

“Whatever”, I mumbled.

Me, Jess and Sheri dance a few songs, then Scott came up.

“Hey, do you remember?”, he asked.

“Yeah, sure”, I nodded.

We danced two songs together, then I remembered I left my phone in my jacket.

“It was really nice, thank you for not trying to put hands on my ass”, I said.

He laughed.

“Can I ask you something?”

I nodded.

“When I told you I made a bet with Troy, you could easily told me and him to go to hell but you agreed?”

“Well… First of all, because I’m quite naive I believed that dance means dance and not trying to having your hands all over my body, which was correct. Second of all, I still decided to dance with you, even though you kind of broke the rules of bet, because you didn’t make any comments when that stupid list came out. Unlike Troy.”

“Cool, thanks”, he smiled and nodded.

I went to my locker. Hall was a little bit scary, because it was dark outside, half of the lights were off and I was alone there. At least that’s what I thought.

“Well, well, well, look who’s here”, I heard Bryce when I was opening my locker.

I rolled my eyes before I turned to him.

“Hey”, I tried to sound neutral.

“Damn, Y/N, you look so hot”, he said standing way too close to me.

“Can you take a step back? I don’t know what the hell did you smoke but it stinks.”

“We were trying some new stuff”, he said but didn’t move. “I like you, you know? Good looks, sharp tongue, that’s good mix”, he said moving even closer.

“I wish I could tell the same about you. Now seriously take a step back, Bryce”

“Oh come”, he put my hair behind my ear. “Don’t be so tense.”

Okay, Bryce was annoying 99% of the time, but this time he was making me feel seriously uncomfortable and I needed to came up with something that would make me leave him alone. Risk was high, because I knew Monty told everything about us to Justin and Zach, but I wasn’t sure if he was talking to Bryce. 

“I would say one word about this to Montgomery and he would fucking kill you”, I said.

“You mean my best friend Montgomery?”, he chuckled. “

"Well, if he’s your best friend then you know I’m right”, I said giving him a daring look.

“Come on, we’re just messing around”, he laughed but took a step back.

“Well, find someone else to mess around”, I said as I shut my locker and quickly walked away.

I got my to the dance, Jeff walked up.

“Hey, you’re good?”, he asked concerned.

“Yeah, Bryce was just talking his shit. Nevermind.”

“Okay”, he nodded his head. “Do you know what haven’t happen yet today? We haven’t dance together”, he took my hand and pull me in the middle of the crowd.

“Come on, Atkins, where’s you girlfriend? Dance with her?”, I moaned.

“She’s in toilet. Stop talking. Dance”, he ordered.

And I did. Dancing with Jeff was pretty much like contest of weird dance moves and making silly faces and I loved it. We had the best time and we didn’t care if other people are watching. We hugged at the end and we heard voice saying, “May I?”

I turned and saw Montgomery.

“She’s yours”, Jeff smiled and walked away.

“Hi”, I said quietly. He smiled at me.

“And we sloooow dooown a little bit”, Tony, today also known as DJ, said and played slow song. As if it couldn’t get any more awkward.

Montgomery put his hands on my waist, I hold my breath for a second because of the feeling of his hands on my body. God, I missed it. I put my hands around his neck. We started dancing slowly.

“So…”, we both started talking at the same time.“

"You go first”, he said.

“Are you feeling better about yesterday?”, I asked. I needed to break the awkward silence and this was all that came up to my mind.

“Yeah, yeah, I am. You are right, it’s just one game”, he shrugged.

“Good”, I nodded.

“Listen… Remember on New year’s Eve when I told you you were the best friend I have ever had?”

“Yes”, I said.

I could swear my hands started sweating.

“Let’s go back to this. I liked having you around. I liked having a friend in you…”

No. I didn’t wanted to go down that road again. I didn’t want to have a friend in him. I mean, I wanted. But I wanted something more.

“I don’t want you like a best friend”, I interrupted him. “I was so stupid and I should do it long time ago… Instead of ending this thing between us and making this whole mess.”

He was looking at me confused.

“I don’t want you like a best friend. I want more…”, I was looking him deep in the eyes. “And I wanted more for so long, but I was coward and pushed you away over and over again”, I was talking when suddenly he put one of his hands in my hair, the other one that was still in my waist pulled me closer and he kissed me.

At first in shock, but I felt like some tension, I wasn’t even aware of, left my body, maybe I even sighed with relief. If we were in a movie that moment, camera would spin around the two of us.

This kiss was different than any kisses before when we were making out. It was soft, delicate and gentle almost as if Monty was careful.

“God, you’re silly”, he whispered after kiss and rested his forehead on mine.

“Huh?”, I mumbled with my eyes still closed.

“How could you not notice that I’m all about you? I’m crazy about you. I’m not great in those big words but… I feel vulnerable when I’m with you. You’re my safe place, Y/N”, he said looking me deep in the eyes.

“I… I…”, I stuttered. But I couldn’t find right words. Instead I tightened my hands hugging him and hid my face in crook of his neck.

“Do you want to get out from here?”, he said into my ear. I nodded.

Monty took my hand and led me through crowd towards the exit. Just before we left I spotted Jess and Sheri smiling at us. We took my jacket from locker, left the school and walked straight, holding hands for the whole time. We were walking in silence, but this silence was different. It felt good.

***

Tag list: @potatosheepchild, @cigarettesandtattoos, @lord-taika, @starscantshinewithoutdarknesx, @parkershoco 

[darkangelonthemoon]

Title: Lucky Me

Summary: The idea of telling Touka the truth filled Yoriko with dread every time.

Prompts: Day 2 — Roleswap / Stars / “That’s no fair!”

Notes: I did not expect this story to be so long. Hope you like it.

Yoriko’s heart was pounding so hard that she wondered if Touka could hear it. But no, just like always, Touka gave no indication that she thought anything was wrong. No indication that she could sense the inner turmoil raging on inside of Yoriko.

With a quiet gulp, Yoriko forced herself to remain calm as she asked Touka to repeat what she said, hoping there had been some miscommunication. Touka ate the rice ball in her lunch and said as calmly as before, “I’m going to join the CCG.”

That’s what Yoriko thought she said. Yoriko plopped a tomato in her mouth, swallowing it quickly before pretending to chew. She needed that moment to think.

“Why?” was all she could ask but she already knew the answer.

“Because ghouls are dangerous.”

Yoriko sighed through her nose, wishing she had something else to say to Touka. All that came out was a weak “Not all of them.”

Touka chuckled. “That’s the great thing about you, Yoriko. You see the good in people, even the ones who don’t deserve it.”

Yoriko knew that was supposed to be a compliment but she didn’t feel it. All she felt was sick to her stomach. She knew that the CCG wasn’t what it used to be, that they were meant to monitor and not just hunt down and kill but...it was still terrifying. It was true that there were still ghouls out there who slaughtered humans for fun but the reverse was always still true. Touka wouldn’t...wouldn’t turn into that, right?

“Why...” Touka looked at Yoriko and she had never been so scared to talk to Touka before. “...why can’t you just...leave it to them? Do something nicer? Less...dangerous?”

Touka didn’t respond to that, choosing instead to look to the ground. Yoriko wasn’t sure what she expected and was going to let it go when Touka grabbed her hand. Yoriko’s cheeks went pink and she looked at Touka whose attention was still focused on the ground.

“I...I see so many stories on the news about ghouls and the people they’ve killed and all I can think is...” Touka’s cheeks went red as her grip on Yoriko’s hand tightened. “...is how I can’t let that happen to you...because you’re all I’ve got.” Yoriko blinked and Touka risked looking her in the eyes; she looked...scared but her next words were full of conviction. “And as long as I’m alive, I’ll never let anything hurt you.”

Yoriko should have been happy, should have felt the butterflies in her stomach. Instead, all she could do was smile, hoping it didn’t look as forced as it felt.

“Lucky me.”

-

“You gotta tell her.”

Yoriko groaned as she placed her newest pastries in the counter window. She was really proud of how these came out. They tasted like garbage as far as she was concerned but they looked super cute. The irony of a ghoul who loved to cook would never be lost on her.

Once she finished, she looked over her shoulder to see Hide and Kimi, both giving her the ‘You need to do it’ stare.

“I will,” she said, but she knew it wasn’t convincing since that was what she always said.

Hide sighed, leaning against the counter. Luckily it was a slow day so no one seemed to mind that the three weren’t focused on their jobs. Kimi sat on the stool near the counter, just staring at her.

“I will. I just...” Yoriko wasn’t sure what to say because she knew that there was no real time left.

Kimi broke her stare, looking at the ground. “Yoriko, we understand you’re scared but--”

Yoriko cut her off. “But you don’t hear her. What she says about us...” Yoriko whimpered the next part, her chest tight. “...about me.”

“And that’s why you have to tell her,” Hide explained, putting a hand on Yoriko’s shoulder. “You have to tell her before it’s too late.”

“Too late?” It was phrased as a question but she knew what that meant.

Kimi let out a resigned sigh. “Imagine it.”

-

Yoriko was sent flying into the wall before she collapsed to the ground. She watched as Touka strolled up to her, the Quinque she had just used to impale her dripping with blood. Touka...how could she look so beautiful even when she was about to kill her?

Yoriko let out a bitter chuckle and was rewarded with a kick into her open wound. Touka grabbed at her hair and screamed, “What the hell are you laughing at?!” When Yoriko couldn’t respond, that only further angered Touka. “Answer me! Look me in the eye and answer me!”

Touka’s hand moved from Yoriko’s hair and ripped the mask off of Yoriko’s face. The anger faded, buried under shock which gave way to terror.

“Y-Yoriko?”

Yoriko smiled, wanting to make Touka think that it would all be better. “h-hi...” was all she could get out before she coughed up blood. 

“Oh my god. Yoriko...Yoriko, no!” Touka took off her jacket and pressed it against Yoriko’s wound. “Y-Yoriko...it’s-it’s okay...y-you’ll be o-okay.”

That was what broke Yoriko. Not the pain, not the fear of death, but hearing Touka so scared.

“T-Touka...” Touka looked at her, tears pooling in her eyes. Touka never cried. Why did she have to cry? “I...I love you.”

Touka froze, the tears seeming to stop in her surprise. Yoriko closed her eyes and Touka just shook her. “Hey, no! No, don’t--don’t you dare!” But no matter how hard she shook, Yoriko didn’t open her eyes. “No, please, no! Yoriko! Yoriko!”

Touka cradled Yoriko in her arms as she let out a shattered cry:

“YORIKO!!!”

-

“And scene.”

Yoriko and Hide stared at Kimi in a mixture of horror and awe. They were broken out of their trances from the bell over the front door ringing followed by a soft but clear “Good afternoon.”

Hide turned to the door before hopping over the counter and running to his best friend. Grabbing Kaneki by the shoulders, he shook the other boy and shouted, “Kaneki, don’t you ever lend Kimi another one of your books!”

Kaneki could only stutter out, “B-b-but I...I have the new T-Takatsuki Sen book!”

“NEVER!”

Hide stopped shaking Kaneki when he was hit on the head. Nishiki just glared down at the blonde, almost growling, “What are you telling my girlfriend not to do?” He then turned to Kimi who gave him a wry smile. “What did you do?”

Kimi feigned hurt as she placed a hand to her chest. “How could you accuse me of such things? I thought you loved me.” Nishiki mumbled something and Kimi held a hand to her ear. “What~? Couldn’t hear you~”

Yoriko watched the four and couldn’t help but smile. She was really glad that her friends were so happy, that they had found people to accept them.

She knew the stories. Hide and Kaneki had been friends since they were kids and Hide told Kaneki when they were in high school, old enough to decide what he wanted to do with that information and though there had been friction, the two never left each other’s sides. Kimi told Nishiki a while after they started dating, saying she didn’t care if he turned her in because he was her reason for living. Apparently, Nishiki called her an idiot and they’d been together ever since.

She knew it was possible, knew that if a person loved you that they’d be okay so why was she still so terrified? That question haunted her thoughts for the rest of the day. Once Anteiku closed, the group headed their separate ways: Hide and Kaneki were going to the park, Kimi and Nishiki were going to a new restaurant and Yoriko waited at the front door for Touka so they could go see that new movie she was expecting.

Touka had said she’d be a bit late because of a group project and demanded that Yoriko stay at Anteiku until she got there. Yoriko just smiled as she waited, playing a game on her phone. Once she finished a level, she glanced at the time in the corner.

8:02.

It was only two minutes past when Touka said she’d be there so she shouldn’t worry but something was bubbling up in the pit of her stomach. Walking in the direction Touka would have to come from, Yoriko started calling.

“Pick up. Pick up,” she pleaded. All she got was a voicemail and that was when Yoriko broke out into a sprint. As she rushed down the empty sidewalk, she kept one ear focused on her cellphone while the other was waiting for any sign of...

She stopped once she heard a familiar ringtone. Turning towards the alleyway, Yoriko cautiously crept forward, the anime theme still playing. Once she turned the corner, all she saw was red.

No, rather, all she saw was Touka on the ground, her arm bending in a way that arms shouldn’t bend. And a ghoul who had no business being anywhere near her, laughing about humans and how they needed to know their place on the food chain. It took a moment before he noticed Yoriko standing there.

“Eh? Who are you?” Yoriko said nothing, her gaze focused on Touka. “Ah, you want a piece. She tried fighting but you know humans, so weak.”

Touka looked up and when she saw Yoriko, the fear became evident. “Yoriko, run!”

The ghoul order Touka to be quiet before he reached for her and that was when Yoriko snapped. She let out a blood-curdling scream as she rushed him, Kakugan blaring. Tacking the ghoul into a wall, Yoriko pinned him by his neck with her forearm.

“Don’t you touch her,” Yoriko growled. The ghoul tried to argue and Yoriko pounded his head into the wall. “This isn’t your territory! She isn’t yours! Come near her again...” Yoriko’s Ukaku flared from behind her, crystallizing and ready to strike. “...and I’ll kill you.”

She could see the ghoul tremble under her glare and she let him up. The ghoul didn’t say anything as he ran away to whatever sewer he crawled from. Yoriko took in a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down.

She froze when she heard “Y...Yoriko?”

Yoriko could feel her Ukaku wilt as she stood in place. She couldn’t turn around; she couldn’t see what Touka would look like. How’d she...

“Yori--”

“I’m sorry!” Yoriko screamed before she ran down another alleyway, leaving Touka crying out for her. But Yoriko didn’t stop, not until she had gotten at least several blocks away. Once she was sure she was alone, she pulled out her cellphone again. “H-hello...I-I’d like report an injured person...”

-

Yoriko sat on her sofa, curled up into a ball. She didn’t know how she found her way back to Anteiku but once she had, she refused to leave her room. Hide had found out about the ghoul, saying he was a vagabond who traveled between territories for whatever humans were available. He probably wouldn’t show his face again but the damage had been done.

It had been days. Plenty of people from school called, wondering where she was and asking if she had heard from Touka. No, she hadn’t. Touka hadn’t called her once. And Yoriko wasn’t surprised.

knock knock

Uncurling herself from her ball, Yoriko walked to the door. It was probably Kimi again with another cup of coffee. Opening the door, Yoriko felt the words die in her throat. Touka stared back at her, one hand raised to knock. She lowered her hand, staring at Yoriko as if she hadn’t expected her to open the door.

Yoriko just stared back at her, taking in the disheveled appearance. The bandages on her face, the cast around her arm. They were by...by a ghoul...someone like...

“I’m sorry!” Touka blinked and Yoriko couldn’t stop crying. She didn’t know what else to do. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry that...that I...”

“You idiot!”

Yoriko flinched, shutting her mouth. That was when she noticed the tears pooling in Touka’s eyes. Why...why was Touka crying? Touka covered her face, probably to hide the tears from her.

“You’re sorry? For what? God, I’m the one who’s sorry, Yoriko.” Yoriko just looked confused; Touka could see that when she moved her hand and asked, “How many times did I say something about how I didn’t trust ghouls? How many times did I scare you?” The tears started to fall as she asked, “How many times did I make you think I hated you?”

Yoriko couldn’t answer; she just stared at Touka who continued to to cry and apologize. Silently, she raised her arms and risked wrapping Touka into a hug. Touka clung to her with her one good arm, sobbing into her shoulder.

“You’re not supposed to be comforting me. I’m the one who...I...” Touka couldn’t finish her sentence as she muttered, “Damn it.”

This was not what Yoriko expected. She had to make sure. “You...” She took in a deep breath. “...you don’t hate me?”

"...How could I ever hate you, dummy?”

There was no bite to it and that was all Yoriko needed before she laughed, clutching Touka tighter while minding her broken arm. All that worry, all that trouble...for this? The two stayed in their embrace for a while before Yoriko invited Touka inside. Maybe it was okay but they still had to talk...didn’t they?

The two sat on Yoriko’s couch. “Would you like something to eat?” Yoriko offered. Touka looked at her, confusion evident. Yoriko raised an eyebrow before realizing what her newfound knowledge meant. “Oh, no, don’t worry. It’s all human food. I don’t keep what I eat in my room, except coffee and even that’s completely normal and--”

“Yoriko.” Yoriko stopped talking and Touka sighed, a small smirk on her lips. “Not worried about that. I just don’t get why you have it. I’m rarely here so...”

Yoriko blushed, avoiding Touka’s gaze. “I...I like cooking. I like...people’s faces when I do.” Yoriko scratched her cheek, feeling embarrassed anytime she said it. “I know that’s weird but...it’s nice.”

“Nah, that sounds like something you’d do.” Yoriko caught Touka’s eye and couldn’t stop smiling. It was like nothing had changed. Touka smiled back but it was gone with her next question. “I’m sorry I didn’t call you.” Yoriko was going to tell her it was okay and Touka shook her head. “It isn’t okay. I know I hurt you. While I was in the hospital, all I thought about was you and how...how I should have...I should have known better.” Touka gripped her pant leg as she let out a disgusted scoff. “You deserve better.”

“That’s not true!” Touka turned to Yoriko and Yoriko covered her mouth, just as surprised. But she couldn’t just let Touka say that about herself. “You...you always talked about wanting to protect me, protect others because you were amazing and I...” Yoriko reached out for Touka’s hand and smiled when Touka met her halfway, interlacing their fingers. “...I was a coward.”

“I didn’t make it easy for you,” Touka said, eyes focused on their intertwined hands. “It’s no excuse but...I never would have...” Touka’s grip tightened. “...I promised nothing would ever hurt you...and I’m going to be better so I can keep that promise.”

Yoriko just held Touka’s hand, knowing that Touka was going to keep this promise. That they were going to be okay but there was still something to do. Because Yoriko...

Yoriko was done hiding from Touka.

“Can I...show you something?”

Touka looked up, curious. Closing her eyes, Yoriko took in a deep breath before she looked at Touka with her Kakugan activated. There was no immediate reaction, just Touka staring at her. Yoriko wanted her to say something, anything. Instead, Touka released Yoriko’s hand and used it to gently cradle Yoriko’s cheek.

“I’ve heard people say ghouls had some kind of ethereal beauty or something. I thought they were dumbasses.” Touka caressed Yoriko’s cheek and Yoriko couldn’t help but close her eyes and relax into it. “Guess they had a point.”

Yoriko couldn’t help but chuckle. “Have a thing for ghouls now?”

She head Touka scoff, “...No.” That was when she felt something soft touch her forehead. Yoriko’s eyes shot open as Touka backed away, her cheeks a lovely pink. “...Just one.”

Yoriko just stared at her before she laughed and tackled Touka into a hug that she was certain she’d never let her out of.

-

Anteiku’s door opened and the ghoul trio looked up from their work. Kaneki walked in with a big smile.

“Good afternoon.”

Hide waved. “Yo, Kaneki! The usual?”

Kaneki nodded and Nishiki followed in behind, grumbling, “You’re too fucking loud, Nagachika.”

Kimi laughed as she finished the cappuccino she was making. “Be nice.”

Yoriko smiled to herself when she saw Touka walk in behind Nishiki, giving him a small shove. “Move it, shitty Nishiki.”

“What’d you call me?”

“Guys, please.”

Yoriko laughed as the three humans went to their usual table, bickering all the way. She glanced at Hide and Kimi whose faces were filled with the same love and adoration hers had to have. She turned back to the table and when she caught Touka’s eye, what else could she say?

“Lucky me.”

[kingyeoly]

Privilege : Chapter 4

Synopsis: Kyungsoo lands halfway across the world in Seoul after his mother’s death. Cue the rich long-lost CEO father and a spot at one of the most prestigious boarding schools in The Republic of Korea. It doesn’t take long for Kyungsoo to get mixed in with a troublesome group of elite boys. Or, Where Kyungsoo finds out he’s actually the Korean Cinderella. Suho, the untouchable semi-evil stepbrother who rules the school with an iron fist. Sehun, the adorable little (big) brother who defends Kyungsoo at all costs. Jongin, the heir to a hotel empire and a LITERAL model (possible prince charming?) and Chanyeol, the best friend/volleyball star who challenges Jongin in winning over Kyungsoo’s heart. Who will win? Rated: R

Warnings: Fluff, Slow burn, Boy X Boy, Smut, Love triangles

Pairings: D.O & Kai, D.O & Chanyeol, Sehun & Chanyeol, Suho & Lay

Chapter 3

Masterpost

Chapter 5

“My name is Do Kyungsoo...you’re my roommate?”

Kyungsoo quietly entered the dorm closing the door behind him as the two made formal acquaintances.

Yixing sat on a stool near his bed looking intently at Kyungsoo as if he were examining him.

His eyes squinted and locked on him for a second before slightly sighing, looking back at the easel that sat in front of him.

“Yes,” Yixing replied as if something was just bothering him, “I’m sorry If I surprised you, Kyungsoo.”

He smiled, his attitude quickly changing, “I actually just got back from China today...my flight was delayed so I couldn’t make it here during move in day with the rest of you all.”

Kyungsoo nodded, “I thought for a second that I was going to be all alone.”

He laughed dryly trying to make conversation, “I see you paint?” Kyungsoo mentioned earnestly as he made his way over.

Yixing looked up from his painting to meet eyes with Kyungsoo. Something about his gaze was haunting yet suave and delicate.

“Mm, yeah,” He said nonchalantly, “My mother is a fashion designer in China and my father is a artist so I guess I get my talents from them.”

He chuckled as he continued adding some detail here and there.

Kyungsoo hid his amazement, instead he examined Yixing’s work in awe. It was an incredibly surreal portrait of a man, possibly a teenager, but it looked incredibly lifelike to the point where it started to scare Kyungsoo; it was that good.

“You’re incredibly talented.”

“You think so?”

Yixing rubbed his chin as he examined his painting, “I’m not sure if I like it or not...I feel like something might be missing.”

“Well, maybe it’s who you’re drawing...do you know him?”

“Yeah, I did know him.”

The tone in Yixing’s voice dropped, his words dripped in some type of pained secrecy that Kyungsoo wasn’t going to press any further.

He quickly felt the need to change the subject. He walked over to his drawer after an idea had struck him.

Kyungsoo really loved to draw himself, he wouldn’t consider what he draws true art like Yixing. It was more of a hobby for him if anything.

He’s never showed anyone his drawings, not even Chanyeol in fear of eternal teasing and harassment over his stupid little drawings.

“Uh, mind if I can get your honest opinion?”

Kyungsoo handed over his notebook which Yixing suddenly perked up to.

“You draw?!” He said in excitement, eyes beaming.

Kyungsoo laughed dryly, “I wouldn’t consider what I draw art. And I’ve never shown anyone my drawings, but, I’d love a professional's opinion.”

Yixing cocked a little grin as he opened the notebook, flipping through months of Kyungsoo’s work. The room fell silent as Yixing examined many of Kyungsoo’s drawings.

“It’s okay if you don’t lik-”

“These are really beautiful, Kyungsoo.”

The small boy’s eyes blinked hard as he became flushed by the compliment.

“You think so? Really?”

Yixing happily nodded, eyeing Kyungsoo more carefully now as he handed the book back to him.

“Yes, I do. You have a lot of potential; your attention to detail is polished and although it’s not the style I do personally, I think you have a really special gift.”

Kyungsoo grinned, “Thanks Yixing.”

“Yeah, of course,” he placed the notebook back in Kyungsoo’s hand as he yawned, “Oh, by the way, where are you from?”

“I’m from the States, why do you ask?”

Yixing grinned, “The Koreans here talk with this kind of accent I can’t describe,” he stretched before winking at Kyungsoo, “You sound a little different I guess.”

“A pretentious tone maybe?”

Yixing cackled, “Hm, I guess you could say that maybe?”

Kyungsoo sat on his bed, crossing his legs as he got himself comfortable.

“I’m pretty different.” He said dryly.

Yixing’s eyes locked on his new roommate, “That makes two of us.”

  The first day of school was surprisingly great.

And as the next couple of days came around Kyungsoo found himself adjusting to his new school life incredibly well.

Although Sehun was adamant about walking Kyungsoo to every single one of his classes the first week.

He went through the motions, made some friends here and there and before he knew it, it was Friday.

Kyungsoo made his way to his desk.

Literature was probably his favorite class and he was grateful he could end his day with a subject he rather enjoyed.

The classroom began to fill up as Kyungsoo casually grazed upon the room and the incoming students here and there.

Until his eyes caught onto something different.

Kyungsoo cocked his head, his eyes zoning in on a male figure sitting in the first row, hair black, broad shoulders, and probably a giant from the looks of it.

That’s new…

“Alright class settle, settle!”

His English professor called out as the bell called the class to order, students rushing to their seats and quickly getting adjusted.

“Yes, well, before we start today’s lesson I would like to introduce a new student that will be joining our class from now on. Please, introduce yourself!”

Within an instant their eyes locked, a small grin stretched across the students face as he casually spoke to the class.

“Hello, I’m Kim Jongin. I’ll be joining your class for the rest of the semester.”

His eyes were still locked on Kyungsoo as if he were really talking solely to him.

“I was actually in another class, but, there was a mix-up, so, I’m glad to finally be in the right place. Please take care of me well.”

The class returned formalities as Jongin returned to his seat, sneaking one last glance back at Kyungsoo who looked directly back at the model with his big doe eyes.

Yes, Kyungsoo was internally geeking out about the fact that they now have a class together. He’ll admit his shameless lust and weird attraction to the guy which he kind of hated since it was such a clique considering he was probably this hot shot fuckboy that everyone secretly lusted after.

Hell, just from a simple observation he could already see half of the girls in the class stealing glances.

“Alright, thank you, Mr. Kim, and…” Professor Oh’s voice cracked, “Oh, young man...I’m sorry you must be the other transfer, yes?”

The class began to shuffle, turning their heads toward the back almost as if all eyes were landing on Kyungsoo.

He shifted in his seat nervously, he was fucking here the first day...he wasn’t that unmemorable, right?

Kyungsoo went a little cold from all the unwanted attention.

Totally unsure of what to say considering the wide-eyed girls who were just eye fucking Jongin were now utterly restless and dead set in his direction which confused the fuck out of him.

“I..-”

“Yes, sorry I was running a little late.” The booming voice filled the room.

A warm voice who snickered at the end of his sentence out of embarrassment.

Kyungsoo’s eyes went wide as he followed the rest of his classmate's gaze to a tall, big-eared figure.

“Ch-Chanyeol!” Kyungsoo screamed out, totally surprised with how loud he yelped it.

It was like the sun, the smile he had missed.

“Oh my god, Chanyeol!”

Kyungsoo quickly got up from his seat practically throwing himself into wide open arms and the warm embrace he had missed terribly.

“What the hell are you doing here?! Oh my god is this real?!”

Chanyeol let out a hearty laugh, his hands placed gently on the sides of Kyungsoo’s beaming face.

“Hey, I made a promise didn’t I?”

“You big goof,” Kyungsoo chuckled as he playfully punched Chanyeol’s arm.

“Boys?” Professor Oh called out in confusion.

“Ah!” Chanyeol immediately apologized.

“My name is Park Chanyeol…”

His eyes darted downward as he broke out into a toothy grin that had at least one of the girls in the class saying ‘omo omo’.

“Buuut, I’m Park Chanyeol. Love playing volleyball and videos games. Also, I’m from LA and speak pretty good English so if anyone needs help in English Comp. just let me know. I charge fifty dollars an hour.”

Kyungsoo quietly nudged Chanyeol’s side in annoyance

“Also, yes, I’m sorry for that outburst. Kyungsoo and I here haven’t seen each other in a while...This is kind of like a reunion, I guess you could say.”

Chanyeol awkwardly grinned as all eyes were on him.

To which Kyungsoo definitely heard a cluster of girls either whispering of fangirling over his giant of a friend.

“Ah, is that so?” Professor Oh smiled, “Well, feel free to talk all you’d like after my class...?” He jokingly warned.

Chanyeol snickered at his smaller friend, sending him a quick wink before walking towards an open set near the right side of the classroom, ways out from Kyungsoo who sat in the back.

His attention shifted to a presence that felt as if it were almost begging for attention.

Kyungsoo locked eyes with the model who sat in the front seat whose skin was sun-kissed and lips plump and naturally pouty.

His sharp eyes unreadable and sexy. He cocked a slight grin as he glanced Kyungsoo up and down, rubbing the bottom of his lip as if he were thinking of something sinister.

A look that definitely didn’t make Kyungsoo mutter ‘omo’ under his breath.

No...definitely not.

  “Your hair!”

Kyungsoo stepped on his tiptoes in order to get a feel for Chanyeol’s new set of dark brown locks.

“Argh, yeah, do you miss the red?”

Kyungsoo huffed, “Yeah...I think I do actually.”

Chanyeol pouted as he crouched down in order for Kyungsoo to properly play with his new natural looking set of hair.

“Wow, I’m impressed it’s not completely fried.”

“Hey, don’t be mean!”

Kyungsoo rolled his eyes as he started walking towards the exit of the building, unaware of the set of eyes locked on him from the shadows.

“H-Hey wait up!”

Chanyeol chased after him, quickly wrapping his long arms around Kyungsoo’s small shoulders.

“You know...despite you being so small you’re a pretty big bully.”

Kyungsoo rolled his eyes, secretly loving the banter he’s missed out on for a good month.

“Yeah, well, I left sad valuable Kyungsoo back in LA, sorry big red.”

“Ya, I’m hurt.” Chanyeol gripped his chest playfully, “I thought you might've changed over a new leaf after you left but it turns out that was all an act, huh?”

Kyungsoo bit his lip, he realizes how much of a sap he was, but, considering the circumstances he thinks it was well warranted.

In that moment, all those weeks ago, he truly thought he was going to have to finish off his high school years without the person he started them with.

He grinned at the thought, happy to know that nothing was going to change after all.

“Well, you’re here now, right? Why do you want sad Kyungsoo...I thought you wanted me happy?”

“And I do!” Chanyeol choked out, coughing as he gathered his bearings.

“Wait, Chanyeol, how the hell are you here?” Kyungsoo asked completely dumbfounded.

“Ah, about that.” Chanyeol did that stupid old man snicker laugh that Kyungsoo hated but secretly loved at the same time.

“Well, you know my mom and dad are surgeons, right?”

“Yeah…”

“Well, they actually come from pretty important families here and graduated from this school way back when. As did my grandparents.”

“You’re lying, right?”

Chanyeol looked down at his short-statured gnome of a friend, showing off a toothy grin, “Heck yeah, Soo. Which makes me a Legacy.”

Kyungsoo squinted his eyes, “Wait, you know about that stuff?”

“Oh, well, my parents kind of filled me in. I was pretty much in the dark about it just as much as you were.”

Kyungsoo nodded, “Well, how did you know I was here exactly?”

Chanyeol began playing with Kyungsoo’s ears, something the short teen secretly welcomed.

“Dummy, you’re the one who told me, remember? On the phone?”

Kyungsoo cooed at the memory thinking back to those weeks ago.

“It took a very convincing powerpoint ang some slight begging to get my parents on board with it, and after my pretty convincing and A+ performance they spilled the beans on their past and our connections to the school.”

“No shit…” Kyungsoo muttered in awe.

This was too weird to be true.

“Yep, hey, wanna come over to my dorm? It’s so sick, Soo, you’re gonna freak!”

Kyungsoo nodded, following the giant onward as he chuckled noticing Chanyeol’s wide smile and how it beamed with goofy excitement. A sight that he’d missed seeing so much.

“What about volleyball!” Kyungsoo stopped dead in his tracks, “This was supposed to be your big year, how could you give that up?”

Kyungsoo’s brows furrowed, “You wanted to be captain for so long, Yeol, you worked so hard for that position!”

Chanyeol sighed, rubbing his chin almost acting ‘too cool for school’ which Kyungsoo also hated.

“Nah, the guys will be fine. I trust Minho, he’ll lead them to State no doubt.” He grabbed Kyungsoo’s arm yet again as the two began walking, “Besides, Soo, I can play volleyball here.”

“Yeah?”

“Hell yeah, my grandpa set up something with the coach. I have an individual tryout on Sunday.”

“Yeah?!”

Chanyeol giggled, “I said hell yeah once already, right?”

Kyungsoo jabbed the giant's side at that sarcastic comment (which actually hurt his fingers considering Chanyeol’s core was hard as a damn rock)

“Gunna come and cheer me on from the side, Soo?”

“When have I ever not cheered for you, idiot.”

Chanyeol sighed, “I've missed your loving words. I really did.”

“Oh,” Chanyeol stopped right in his tracks, “Here we are! Casa de...or...del? Ahh, this is my home, I fucking tried.”

“Chanyeol, you were never good at Spanish I don’t know why you just didn’t test out of Korean and get the easy credits like I did.”

“Too easy, Soo! You know I like a challenge.” He slyly winked, which Kyungsoo annoyingly scoffed at, lifting Chanyeol’s arm off of him in playful annoyance.

Kyungsoo’s eyes narrowed in on the dorm and it was...marvelous.

The architecture was no joke. The dormitory looked as if it was taken right out of Rome and delivered to this very spot here in South Korea. There was lush greenery all around. An elegant fountain was placed in the courtyard as simple lounging areas and a small garden with hundreds of exotic flowers decorated the brim. Regal street lamps lit the way as they walked on the modern rocky path.

“Chanyeol this is…”

“Amazing, right?” He beamed.

“You live here??”

“Yeah, stupid, didn’t I just say that in Spanish?”

Kyungsoo rolled his eyes as Chanyeol ruined the moment, something he had a knack for doing.

“Kyungsoo??”

A familiar voice called out as a set of long arms wrapped around his small body. A light scent of bourbon fragrance he’d become familiar with quickly filled his nostrils.

“Oh, Sehun!” He smiled at the surprise.

“Hey, hyung, I looked for you after class but you were gone! W..hy…”

Kyungsoo noticed his little brother catching a glimpse of his tall friend.

“Oh...yeah, Sehun, It’s because Chanyeol surprised me today and suddenly goes to school here now! I guess we got caught up in talking and I just spaced. I’m sorry.”

Sehun looked a bit shy before he remembered his manners and politely bowed, greeting Chanyeol properly for the first time in person.

“Oh, no no it’s quite alright, really.” Sehun’s voice was nervous, “I understand. Completely. Yeah, of course.”

Kyungsoo cocked his head in confusion before giggling at Sehun’s weird behavior.

“Ah..Oh! I see you made it to Privilege House, yeah??”

Kyungsoo’s eyes narrowed before turning his attention back to the big enchanting site that was Privilege House.

“Yeah...Chanyeol actually lives here.”

Kyungsoo said absentmindedly still taking in the scene.

“No kidding?” Sehun perked up.

“Wait, you don’t live here, Kyungsoo?”

He turned to meet eyes with his tall friend, “Nah, they filled up. That and Suho hates me, so, I didn’t exactly get an invite to the club.”

“Bullshit, my mom said you’d be living here too.”

“A-and he should!” Sehun interjected.

“I’m still trying to get him a spot in the house, Chanyeol. Don’t worry about it...I’ll fix it, okay!?”

  Kyungsoo made his way back towards his dorm.

Today was such a crazy day filled with so many emotions. There is just something about the feeling of genuine surprise that is so purely magical.

He smiled at the thought.

The moment he saw those big ears his heart basically ran out of his chest and onto the damn floor.

Chanyeol looked pretty cute in that blazer too. Too bad he didn’t get a chance to check out his butt.

Granted, Chanyeol doesn’t have much of an ass but Kyungsoo still appreciates it all the same.

He makes it halfway up the stairs leading to the dorms before he looks up to see a tall figure he’d already grown accustomed to seeing casually leaned over stone railing.

“Fancy seeing you here.” Jongin crossed his legs eyeing Kyungsoo with a welcoming smile.

“Well, yeah, I kinda live here, so..”

Jongin pursed his lips, “Ahaa, yeah, of course.”

Kyungsoo stood there looking up at Jongin, noticing just how damn handsome he was.

That and tall.

“English class was pretty eventful, that a friend from back home?”

“Chanyeol? Yea, we grew up together back in the states. He surprised me today, I didn’t know he was transferring.”

“Surprises are fun.” Jongin replied slyly as he perched himself up on the railing, “Wanna come sit? I promise I won’t bite...or scare you.” He grinned, “Scouts honor.”

Kyungsoo snorted, following the motions and getting comfortable next to Jongin as his eyes locked on a site that took his breath away.

His big eyes grew wide as he noticed the fall leaves changing colors upon the mountains that surrounded the academy. The sunset sat just perfect, causing the rich colors to truly glow.

“Beautiful, right?” Jongin leaned forward taking the sight in for himself.

“I like to come here some days to watch the sunset. Not a lot of people know about it, It’s kind of a secret.”

“It’s not a secret if you tell people about it, Jongin.”

He pouted, looking down at Kyungsoo before looking back into the sunset, “I guess it can be our little secret then...how does that sound?”

Kyungsoo liked that, he liked that a lot, actually.

Sunset watching with a cute guy was definitely somewhere on his bucket list.

Sunset watching with a legitimate model and the heir to a hotel empire probably wasn’t, but, he was sure it still counted somehow.

“Deal, pretty boy.”

“You think I’m pretty” His voice cocky as regret quickly filled Kyungsoo’s mind.

“It’s an expression, don’t let the nice words fool you.”

“Ahh...so...you don’t think I’m pretty?”

“I didn’t say that-” Kyungsoo paused before letting out a cynical laugh, quickly realizing he had just fallen into Jongin’s little trap.

He teasingly poked Kyungsoo’s tummy without any warning which obviously scared the fuck out of him.

“Hey!”

“What?” Jongin teased, “I thought you liked surprises??”

Kyungsoo shook his head trying hard to hide the smile slowly stretching across his face.

“Surprise? No Jongin, the past few times I’ve met you you’ve managed to creep up and scare the hell out of me.”

Jongin bit his bottom lips, looking towards Kyungsoo as he noticed just how big and heart-shaped his lips were or how the sunlight illuminated Kyungsoo's big doe eyes which revealed just how rich and brown his irises were.

Jongin took in the site for a moment before Kyungsoo turned his head, their eyes meeting as the sunset fell onto them.

“Well, if it’s any consolation, Kyungsoo," He grinned, "You scare the hell out of me too.”