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Dedication (part 3)

Pairing: Ten Lee x fem/afab!reader

Genre: idol au, slow-ish burn, acquaintances to friends to lovers, major fluff, eventual and abundant smut (it'll be worth it, just stay with me)

Tags: incredibly self-indulgent; artistic liberty has been taken; some suspension of disbelief required; Ten drives; Ten has a secret island; Y/N has a tragic backstory because I don’t know how to write things that aren’t at least a little sad; cheesy metaphors; they’re in LOVE your honor

TW // mentions of suicide (if you want to skip over it, skip over the section of red text, and don’t worry, the story should still make sense to you)

Summary: Ten never misses an opportunity to see Y/N. And the more time he spends, the more he learns. The more he learns, the more he wants to learn. What will he do when he learns about Y/N's greatest trauma?

Word Count: 6.2k

Part 1, Part 2, Part 4

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Ten became a somewhat permanent fixture in your life after that night.

He had texted you the following morning, the steady buzzing of your phone pulling you from sleep.

[Unknown number]: Hey you :)

[Unknown number]: Karina gave me your number

[Unknown number]: Do you have plans today?

[Unknown number]: Aside from school work

[Unknown number]: Cuz I wanna come over and bother you some more

[Unknown number]: If you’ll have me

[Unknown number]: But like no pressure

You smiled to yourself as you read the messages, the smile turning devious as you formulated your reply.

Me: Who is this?

You fought a laugh as you watched the three dots appear and disappear several times before he finally answered.

Ten: Mean

Ten: Very mean

You couldn’t fight the laugh then, sitting up in your bed, your mind now fully awake.

Me: I’m gonna be home all day today

Me: You can come over whenever

Me: But like no pressure :)

Ten: You’re so annoying

Ten: See you soon

He started coming over regularly, at least three or four times a week. He told you there was a lull in his current activities as an idol, something about his subunit being on somewhat of a hiatus, so he had more free time than usual. Sometimes he would text you beforehand, but other times he would just show up unannounced. Some days he’d drive himself, other days he’d get dropped off and picked up, but he was there as often as he could be.

The two of you would watch movies and binge TV shows and play board games. You’d eat dinner together and talk about the time you spent without each other, though those instances grew fewer and farther between.

You were about to graduate with a Bachelor’s degree in Creative Writing. Your focus was poetry, and you wanted to have your first chapbook completed and ready to be published as soon as possible, so you would sit in comfortable silence with Ten and work on writing while he played around with Procreate on his iPad.

You would play music for each other, and every once in a while, Ten would sing along or even show you choreography he’d come up with for a song he particularly liked. Those days were the hardest, convincing yourself you could be satisfied with appreciating him from afar and never experiencing his passion firsthand.

Ten never pushed you for more, though, seemingly content with the way things were between you. And he was. He was content just to hear you laugh, see you smile. He was content just to be near you. But there were moments. Moments where he’d catch you staring just a little too long, where your eyes would shine with something that made his blood flare with heat, the promise of what you might do if you weren’t so scared of the consequences. That promise made him patient.

A couple of months into your friendship with Ten, you were done with finals. The day you received your diploma, yours and Karina’s parents having taken you out for food after the ceremony to celebrate and now headed back to their own homes, you and your best friend gasped as you discovered a gorgeous and elaborate flower bouquet waiting for you outside your front door.

You picked it up and carried it inside as Karina unlocked and opened the door for you. Setting the ornate ceramic vase on your kitchen counter, you examined the fragrant cluster of blooms. There were yellow pansies, apple blossoms, honeysuckle, red tulips, and daisies. Amongst them, you found a note:

Y/N, Karina,

Congratulations!

We know you’re going to take this world by storm and can’t wait to support you every step of the way.

Sincerely, Ten & Yuno

P.S.

Y/N, flip the card over.

So you did.

Y/N,

Doubt thou the stars are fire Doubt that the sun doth move Doubt truth to be a liar But never doubt I am proud of you

Yours truly, Ten

You melted a little, your heart swelling in your chest at the sweet gesture. He’d referenced one of your favorite lines from Hamlet. It was disgustingly romantic of him, and you were seriously glad he hadn’t delivered the flowers in person because, at that moment, you don’t know what you might have been capable of.

Karina was still in awe of the flowers, so you caught her attention and showed her the front side of the note. She smiled and leaned against you, taking your hand. “I’m sorry Ten couldn’t be there today. I know you were missing him.”

You shrugged noncommittally, an attempt at acting casual, embarrassed of how important Ten already was to you in spite of the short time that you’d known him. Karina wasn’t fooled, but she let it go, conscious of your sensitivity on the matter. “I’m sorry Jaehyun couldn’t be there either. It would’ve been cool if the guy you graduated elementary school with could’ve been there to see you graduate from university.”

“Yeah, I’m just happy we’ve reconnected at all honestly.”

“I’m sure he’s happy about that, too,” you asserted. “I’m actually surprised Jaehyun doesn’t come over more often, Kay. But maybe his schedule’s just a lot busier than Ten’s.”

Karina looked at you like she couldn’t believe the words that had just come out of your mouth. “Y/N, Jaehyun is a really busy guy, but that’s not why he doesn’t come see me regularly. He doesn’t come see me regularly because he’s not allowed to.”

“What? What do you mean?” Your brow was creased with confusion.

She sighed, frustrated that she was the one having to explain this to you. “If they’re caught coming and going from the same place too often, they can get in serious trouble. Jaehyun and the others had to lie to their managers to even come to the party we threw. They’re not supposed to be here because, if the media somehow found out, it’d probably turn into a huge scandal and cause problems for the group. You know, male idols in their 20’s spending a bunch of time at the home of two female college students? Sadly, that’d cause quite a stir.”

Your stomach dropped. If that were true, then it meant Ten was at risk every time he was with you. You were furious that he hadn’t been transparent with you about this. The next time you saw him, you would need to confront him about it.

You and Karina moved on from the topic and spent the rest of that night celebrating, popping open a bottle of champagne you’d saved for the occasion and drinking to all the hard work you’d put in over the past few years.

The next day, Ten showed up to celebrate with you in his own way. You were sitting on your bed in your room, leaned up against your headboard, watching Netflix together and sharing snacks, when you decided to broach the subject.

“Ten, are you… allowed to be here right now?” you asked.

He froze like he’d been caught with his hand in a cookie jar. His reaction told you that your ignorance on the matter had been a concerted effort on his part, that he’d hoped this conversation would never have to happen. But now it was. “Not necessarily,” he answered quietly, not quite meeting your eyes.

You held in your anger, genuinely wanting to understand what he was thinking. “Then why are you?”

This answer came much more quickly. “I like spending time with you.”

You gaped at him, your frustration boiling to the surface. “Are you kidding? Ten, if your managers found out you were spending all this time with me, you could face real consequences.”

“Okay, I really like spending time with you,” he shot back with mirth.

“This isn’t funny, Ten.”

“No, no, I know it’s not—”

“Do you know how terrible I would feel? If something bad happened to you because of me? I wouldn’t be able to live with myself.” You were breathing too quickly, anxiety building, and it destroyed Ten. This was exactly what he’d wanted to avoid. He reached out and grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him.

“Hey, listen to me. If I got caught and something happened, that would be my fault, okay? I’m a grown man. I make my own choices, and you are not responsible for them. I know what I’m risking by being here.”

But that wasn’t good enough for you. “And what about the others? Your members? They have a stake in this, too, Ten.”

He huffed, a little disappointed that you thought he hadn’t considered that. “I’m aware of that, Y/N. I’m not doing this behind their backs. They all know about it. We’ve talked about it, and they trust me. They understand why it’s so important to me.”

“Well, I don’t understand, Ten!”

“You don’t have to!” he fumed.

This was the first time you and Ten had truly argued, had even slightly raised your voices at each other. The silence that followed was agonizing as you stared into each other’s eyes, chests heaving. You weren’t certain how long the two of you sat there like that, but eventually, Ten closed his eyes and leaned his head back, exhausted.

“Look, Y/N, you can kick me out of here if you want. This is your home, and I can’t force you to let me stay.” He lifted his head and gazed at you again, desperation gleaming in his eyes. “But if you make me leave, then it needs to be because you want me to, not because you’re worried about something that isn’t your responsibility. You’ve always treated me like a normal person. Please, don’t stop now. Just let me be an adult who’s allowed to have his own priorities and make his own decisions about how he spends his time.”

You let his words sink in. All of them. Was he right? Did it matter if you couldn’t understand why he was willing to risk his career just to spend time with you? Maybe you didn’t need to. Maybe some things didn’t have to make sense. Maybe all that really mattered was that being with Ten felt good. Maybe it wasn’t your job to decide what was best for him. “Fine,” you breathed.

He whipped his head toward you in shock. “Wait, really? You’ll let me stay?”

You rolled your eyes affectionately. “Yes, Ten, you can stay.”

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The next couple of weeks following your confrontation with Ten were perfect. You were the happiest you’d been in a remarkably long time. But it didn’t keep the rest of your life from catching up with you.

Ten hadn’t heard from you all day. He wasn’t worried, per se, but it was out of the ordinary for him to go this long without hearing from you. His gut told him he needed to check in on you. But rather than blowing up your phone in hopes you might eventually respond, he decided to pay you a visit.

He knocked on your door and waited for you to open it, but he was greeted by Karina instead.

“Hey, Ten.”

When he saw the look in Karina’s eyes, his face fell. Something was wrong. “What’s going on, Kay?”

She worried her lip between her teeth, obviously considering whether or not she wanted to tell him. After a moment, she sighed wearily and said, “Today’s not a good day. I know you’re here for Y/N, but she’s… dealing with something.”

As if on cue, Ten heard the faint sound of you crying coming from upstairs. His chest tightened with anxiety, and he felt himself start to panic. “Please, let me see her.”

“Ten, you really don’t understand, she—”

“If she doesn’t want me here, she can send me away,” he implored. “I just want to help.”

Karina scrubbed her hand over her face, exhausted. Then she opened the door so that he could come inside. “Try to give her the time and space to come to you, okay? If anyone can make her feel better, I’m sure it’s you, but she’s hurting right now.”

He nodded in understanding and started up the stairs, moving quickly but quietly. The sounds of you sobbing grew louder the closer he got, and it gutted him. When he got to your bedroom door, he carefully pushed it open, just enough for him to slip through. You were lying on your bed, curled into a ball, clutching and crying into your pillow.

Ten’s heart stopped. You were wearing his sweatshirt again.

His voice trembled as he softly said your name, doing his best not to startle you. You jumped, sitting up straight and hugging your pillow to your chest, as if it would protect you from whoever or whatever had entered your room uninvited.

When you realized who it was, though, you weren’t sure what to feel. Part of you was filled with dread because you never wanted him to see you like this. But another part of you, a much larger part, was relieved. Relieved because, for some insane reason, he was the one person you wanted to see.

He gave you a small smile and cautiously walked toward your bedside, like he was afraid you might run off if he made any sudden movements. “Hey, sweetheart.” His voice was fresh air, cool water on a hot day. It soothed you.

“What are y-you doing h-here?” You hiccuped every few seconds, your lungs recovering from hyperventilation.

It was hard for Ten to see you like this. Tears streaked your cheeks, your eyes were puffy and swollen, you couldn’t stop sniffling, your bottom lip and chin were still wobbling, and your hands were shaking. He hated that he knew you were in pain and had no idea how to fix it. He would spare you any pain if he were able. “I was just coming by to see you like usual, and Karina tried to turn me away. But… but I heard you crying, and I couldn’t leave without checking on you, so I convinced her to let me in. You don’t have to explain anything to me or talk to me at all if you don’t want to, and if you tell me to leave, I will. But I don’t think you should be alone right now.”

His heart was the most beautiful you’d ever known. He was a fountain of kindness and compassion. He somehow managed to consider your pain and acknowledge your independence all at once. He offered you comfort, and whether or not you accepted it was entirely up to you. He didn’t put any pressure on you, didn’t expect anything from you. He just wanted you to know that he was there if you needed him. You were too drained to overthink it, too broken down to lie to him or yourself. So you looked him in the eye and said, “I d-don’t want you to leave.”

“Then I won’t,” he vowed, and it felt more significant than either of you were ready to acknowledge.

You sat there in quiet as your breathing calmed. After some time, you started to feel uncomfortable, unsure how to proceed. You didn’t want to start crying again, but despair was already creeping back in, saturating your heart and clouding your mind.

Ten sat down next to you, sensing your distress, and took one of your hands in both of his. “Can I take you somewhere?” he asked, kneading the muscles in your palm, relaxing you.

“Take me somewhere? Do you see me right now?”

He rolled his eyes and dropped your hand. Immediately, you missed his touch. “You look beautiful. You always look beautiful. But it doesn’t matter anyway because where I’m taking you is a secret place that only I know about. It’ll just be you and I. No one else.”

Your heart leapt at the prospect. You definitely didn’t have the energy to deal with people right now, but you thought you could handle some time out with Ten. Maybe the distraction would do you some good, get your mind off things. Standing up, you stretched your arms out above you and popped your knuckles. Then you bent over and gathered your hair on top of your head, wrapping it up with the hair tie on your wrist. “Okay,” you told him, popping back up. “Let’s go.”

He actually giggled at you, tickled by your inelegance. Only you could make gracelessness so charming. He stood up to lead you out, but before he did, he walked up to you and brought his hands to your face, swiping his thumbs under your eyes to wipe away any leftover tears. It was unbearably tender.

You dropped your gaze to the floor. “Thanks.”

“Anytime,” he replied. “Now, come on.”

The two of you walked down the stairs together, and when you reached the bottom, Karina came around the banister to meet you. “Where are you going?”

You turned to her. “Ten said there’s somewhere he wants to take me, so I’m entertaining him.”

Karina smiled at you, but her brow was creased with concern. “Are you sure, bug? You don’t have to go if you don’t feel up to it.” The use of your childhood nickname made your heart clench.

Ten wasn’t offended by Karina’s apprehension. He appreciated that she loved you enough to stand up for you, that she wasn’t afraid of challenging other people if it meant caring for you. He would do the same in her place. If you’d suddenly admitted to her that you didn’t want to go with him, he would’ve been fine with that. But you didn’t. You just smiled at your best friend and said, “I’m sure, ducky. I’ll text you when we get there and let you know when I’m on my way home, okay?”

“Okay.” She wrapped you in a hug and kissed your cheek. “I love you.”

You almost lost it then, the thread holding you together worn so thin.

Ten noticed. He could see it in the set of your shoulders, the tension in your jaw. He could tell that you weren’t being open about your emotional or mental state, not with him or with Karina. And he knew it was because you wanted to spare their feelings. You didn’t want to burden them. He wanted you to understand that he was happy to share your burdens, to shoulder the weight when you weren’t strong enough.

You held Karina tight and returned her kiss. “I love you, too. So, so much.”

Parting, you made your way to the door with Ten, but before you closed the door she called out to him, “Take care of her!”

He leaned back inside. “Always.” And then he took your hand and walked you to his car.

Neither of you spoke as Ten drove. You just stared out the window, watching the scenery, sometimes seeing a flock of birds and wishing you could fly away with them, become something new. He could feel the despondence radiating off of you in waves. He held the steering wheel a little tighter.

“We’re here.” Pulling off onto a patch of gravel, he parked. He got out of the car and opened the door for you. You weren’t sure how long you’d been in the car, but you didn’t recognize this place, wherever it was. You could see the river, though, feel its breeze kissing the skin of your neck, refreshing on this summer day.

Ten started walking toward a path that led off the road and into the woods. The path was faint, hard to find if you didn’t know where to look. Luckily, he did. You followed after him, neither one of you saying a word, until you reached a clearing that led to a small dock on the riverside.

There was a motorboat tied to the dock, and Ten walked straight to it. He reached for the two life vests inside and wordlessly slipped one over your head, fastening the sides and tightening the straps to fit you properly. After putting his own life vest on, he stepped onto the boat, then offered his hand to help you do the same.

You sat and observed as he yanked on the pull cord of the motor, trying your best not to notice the way his arm and shoulder muscles flexed under the fabric of his shirt. You failed. The motor whirred to life, and Ten gripped the handle, steering it out onto the river and in the direction of whatever destination he had in mind for you.

Next thing you knew, you were coming up on what was probably the smallest island you’d ever seen, only a short ways off the river’s edge. You gasped in delight. Ten smiled at the sweet sound.

After docking the boat, Ten helped you onto land. You both took off your life vests and tossed them back into the boat. He walked backwards, his arms stretched wide. “Welcome to Isle Ten,” he said brightly. You could see how excited he was to share this with you. It warmed your heart.

The islet was maybe a few hundred square feet, soft sand surrounding a large patch of grass in the center of it all. “What is this place?” you asked, the awe apparent in your voice.

“It used to belong to one of my neighbors, an older man, who used to bring his wife here when they were younger. After she passed away, he decided he didn’t want it anymore. I happened to visit him a few days after his wife’s passing, just to see how he was doing, see if he needed anything. He sat me down and started telling me stories about his wife. He told me all about this place, about the trips he used to take with her. I made a comment about how amazing it sounded, and he said, ‘If you think so, why don’t you just take it off my hands?’ It took some convincing on his part, but eventually, I agreed, and he signed the deed over to me. I rent the dock and come here whenever I want to be alone.”

“Wow.” You walked to the patch of grass and looked around, taking in the view of the river surrounding you, the huge, open sky above you. You took in the quiet, nothing but the sounds of the flowing water and the wind passing through the blades of grass. “I love it,” you whispered, more to yourself than anything, but Ten heard you.

“Well, now it’s yours, too,” he said.

Before you could protest, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you to the middle of the grass. He laid down on his back and patted the ground next to him. You huffed and laid down at his side. The two of you sat there in silence for a short while, until you grew antsy and couldn’t take it anymore. “So, is this what you usually do when you come here? Just lay around?”

He shrugged. “Sometimes. But other times I’ll bring my sketch pad and draw, or I’ll bring my guitar and my notepad, try to write some music. It’s just easier to clear my mind here. I can pretend the rest of the world doesn’t exist and just be.”

You sighed wistfully. “That sounds nice.”

“I was thinking you could come here when you need some solitude to work on your chapbook.”

It was the most thoughtful gift anyone had ever given you, and you had no idea how to thank him, to tell him just how much it meant to you. At the very least, you could tell him the truth about why this day is so hard for you. Sitting up and balancing your forearms on your knees, you cleared your throat.

Ten didn’t move from his spot, but you knew he was listening, knew that you had his attention.

“I had a brother,” you began. He took note of the past tense in your statement and prepared himself for how this story may end. “He was a few years younger than me, almost exactly. Our birthdays were only a couple of days apart. We even used to have combined birthday parties growing up. Most siblings would probably hate that, would hate having to share their special day with someone else, but he and I loved it. We loved it because we loved each other, you know? We were best friends.

“But as we grew older and made new friends, we also grew apart, started to develop very different interests. I met Karina, and we were nearly attached at the hip. When my brother started high school, I was a senior. I should’ve looked out for him. It was my responsibility as his sister, but I only cared about myself, only cared about having the best senior year ever and spending as much time as possible with my friends before we all graduated.

“He fell in with the wrong crowd, got into drinking and drugs. But he was only trying to numb his pain. He had always struggled with depression. There would be days where he just couldn’t get out of bed, other days where he would fly off the handle for what seemed like no reason. The signs were there. I just didn’t pay enough attention.

“He got lost in himself. Between the substance abuse and the mental illness, his mind became a dark, dangerous place. When I did happen to see him at home or at school, I didn’t even recognize him. And still I did nothing. He was suffering, anyone could see that if they really looked at him, but no one did. Not even me. The person who knew him best. The person who was supposed to take care of him.

“I was at a party, a couple months after the school year ended, celebrating graduation, proud that I’d been accepted into the university I wanted, happy to be done with high school. My phone rang, and I almost didn’t answer it. But my parents were out of town, and my brother had the house to himself, so when I saw his number pop up, I wanted to make sure he hadn’t burned the house down or something. I didn’t expect…”

Your hands started to shake as you ran them over the back of your neck. You took deep breaths to keep yourself from crying. It had been years since you told anyone about this. It was so hard to say it out loud. But you needed to.

“I’ll never forget the way his voice sounded when I picked up the phone. He didn’t say hello, didn’t say my name. He just asked me, ‘Am I supposed to be here?’ He sounded wasted, high, but more than anything, he sounded tired. So tired. I didn’t know what his question meant, I assumed he was having a bad trip and had forgotten where he was, something like that, but…

“I told him I didn’t understand, so he went on. He said, ‘Here, you know, alive. Am I supposed to be alive? It feels like I’m not. I’m not any good at it, being alive.’ I can still hear him so clearly, remember it so vividly. I immediately started to panic and told my friends at the party to call the police and send them to my house.

“I tried to just keep him on the line, keep him talking. I talked about anything, everything. I asked him to tell me about the video game he’d started playing recently. I asked him if he could remember the lyrics to his favorite song. But it was like he couldn’t even hear me. He knew he was talking to me, though, because he kept apologizing.

“He kept telling me he was sorry for always being in the way, always causing problems. I tried to tell him that I… that even when I was upset with him or something he did, I still loved him. I said it over and over, how much I loved him. And he told me he believed me. But he said that he knew he wasn’t easy to love, that if he wasn’t around, no one would have to worry about loving him anymore, and everyone would be better off, happier.”

Your head fell against your arms as you started to sob, but you kept going.

“One of my friends told me the police were on their way. I told my brother that people were coming to help him. I shouldn’t have. I was so stupid. He started to freak out. I could hear him moving around our house, and I begged him to just sit down and talk to me. I said everything would be fine if he just waited a bit longer, but he told me he couldn’t wait anymore, he was sick of waiting. He said he’d been waiting to feel happy for so long that he didn’t know what happy even was anymore.

“He was fifteen. How could he think something like that? How could I have been so blind to what he was going through? I didn’t know what to say to him. I promised I would help him learn to be happy again. I told him we would figure it out together. And for a moment, I thought I’d gotten through to him because he started to agree with me. He kept saying, ‘Yeah, that sounds good.’ But then I heard him rummaging around inside something. And I heard the sound of something heavy and metal hitting the floor. And I heard the sound of a box being opened, its contents clattering on the floor.

“And I knew. I knew that I was going to lose him. He put me on speaker while he loaded the shells into our dad’s shotgun. By this point, I was on the ground, sobbing into the phone while my friends watched on helplessly. I said I loved him so many times. I asked him not to leave me. It was all wrong, I did everything wrong. I did everything you’re not supposed to do in that situation.

“I wailed and wailed until I heard him call out to me. I kept myself quiet as best I could so that I could hear him. It was silent for a bit, just him breathing. And I never realized until that moment just how much I’d taken that for granted, you know? Him breathing. But then he said, ‘It’ll be okay.’ And the gun went off.

“Everything’s… sort of a blur after that. I didn’t leave my room for weeks. I wouldn’t talk to anyone. Not my mom, not my dad, not even Karina. I didn’t want to go on with my life because that meant accepting that he was gone. Then one day, my mom came into my room with a box. She told me she'd found it in my brother’s room. It was labeled, ‘Important Stuff.’ She said I should take a look inside and walked out.

“At first, I wanted to chuck it against the wall. But something stopped me. I ignored it for a while, just letting it sit there at the foot of my bed, but eventually I sat up and pulled it into my lap. And when I opened it, everything inside was just… him and I. The shitty friendship bracelets we made when I was eight. Mixed CD’s we’d put together and decorated with sharpies when I was in junior high. A bunch of stuff like that.

“I figured it was an old box, something he’d thrown this stuff in and shoved inside his closet, never to be thought of again. But then I noticed there was something recent in the box. It was the graded copy of a short story I’d written in my English class that year. It was written from the perspective of a caterpillar as it turned into a butterfly, but as the story goes on, you slowly realize that the caterpillar is actually a human growing into an adult. My teacher had asked us to write something about the inevitability of change.

“It was the cheesiest thing, but my brother was so proud of it. So proud of me. When I brought it home, a big red 100% written on the top of the first page, he asked me if he could keep it. I said yes, not thinking anything of it, and he absolutely beamed at me. It was one of the only good days we had together that year. In the box, he’d attached a sticky note to the front that said, ‘Y/N, For when you’re a famous writer and feel like giving up: Remember where you started. Remember why you started.’

“Amazing, right? He’d given me the best advice for moving on after his death without even meaning to. He reminded me that change is inevitable. A caterpillar will go through metamorphosis. It doesn’t get to choose. My brother died. It changed who I was, changed who I could become, changed the whole trajectory of my future. I couldn’t go back to the person I was before I’d lost him anymore than I could stop the sun from setting, stop the seasons from changing, stop the world from turning.

“I needed to lean into that change, otherwise I would end up just like my brother, so numb that it made more sense to not feel at all. Those few weeks holed up in my room ended up being my time in the cocoon. The day my mom brought me the box, I cleaned myself up and went online to declare myself as a Creative Writing major at my dream university. I hadn’t really known what I wanted to do before that. And now here I am.

“I still have bad days. This day is hard every year because I can’t help but relive those last moments with him. But there are other days, too. Days where I blame myself. Days where I’m angry at him. Days where I’m angry at my parents. Days where everything seems pointless. Until I remember what he taught me. I’m a butterfly. I pick up pollen as I go through different experiences, some good, some bad, some that seem completely inconsequential. But as I go about my life, I transfer that pollen through my interactions with other people. I transfer it through my writing. And as I do, I encourage others, the flowers of this world, to blossom, to reach their full potential. It’s not easy. Life isn’t easy. But it’s worth it if I leave this world a little more colorful, a little more beautiful than it was before.”

You weren’t sure when you’d stopped crying, but you had. You felt better, lighter. This was the first time you’d ever talked to anyone about this who didn’t already know, who wasn’t a part of your life when it happened. This was the first time you’d ever really talked through it from start to finish.

Ten had been silent the entire time. About halfway through, when you were at the worst of it, he’d sat up, his hand reaching out to comfort you but stopping. He wanted you to let it all out. Any attempts to comfort you might disrupt that. He could tell he’d made the right choice as he watched you breathe freely for the first time since he’d walked into your room that day.

“Y/N,” he said, lightly tapping your elbow. You turned to look at him, your cheek leaning against your arm. “Thank you for telling me.”

You smiled at him fondly. “Thank you for listening.”

The two of you ended up staying on the island for a while after that, challenging each other to thumb wars, playing rock paper scissors and twenty questions, even swapping ghost stories. It was late by the time you got back, Karina long since gone to bed, although you had texted her to let her know you were safe and not to wait up. You stood in the doorway gazing at Ten, knowing that something had shifted between you but unwilling to address it.

“Get some rest, Y/N. I’ll see you soon.”

“You promise?”

He smirked and lifted his pinky in the air. “I pinky promise.”

You giggled and hooked your pinky onto his. “Good night, Ten.”

He turned and started to leave. As you watched his retreating form, you realized that something had been missing. You caught up to him and grabbed his arm, twisting him back towards you, then wrapped your arms tight around his waist and buried your face in his chest.

Ten froze for a moment until he figured out what was happening. You were hugging him. He instantly put his arms around your shoulders, one of his hands coming up to cradle the back of your head. You stood there and held him for a long time, just breathing him in. When you finally decided to let go, you avoided his eyes, too afraid that you might do something even more stupid this time, like trying to kiss him.

“Drive safe,” you whispered. Then you turned and practically ran into the house, closing the door behind you.

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A/N: Whew, sorry for bringing the mood down for a minute there, but if you made it this far, I hope you're excited for the next part! The next part is when the tension finally breaks and the smut begins, so I'll try to get it posted sooner rather than later! As always, my inbox is open, so feel free to share your thoughts with me :)

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Ahoy neighbors!! Here was Cap'n Barnaby's day! (Meant to post this sooner, but I kinda got lazy. Isn't that fitting?)

Sunrise

It's morning but I don't wanna get up... Someone's gotta sail though, and I don't wanna bother anyone else with something I could do myself. Eh, not my friends at least.

Wally's already awake, he says that his necklace ghost is gonna steer today. I don't trust that thing one bit, and I definitely don't want it controlling my mama's ship. I was gonna ask them to leave but the strangest thing happened. I got a chill down my spine, and suddenly I wasn't feeling too good. I swear that ghost has got something to do with it. But I can't prove that. Maybe I just need some sleep, or if I'm lucky, some medicine.

Noon

It's been hours now, I still can't sleep. My head is spinning and all can think about is that dumb ghost. I bet they're so proud of themself right now. I'd have tossed in the sea by now if Wally didn't like them so much. I hope he changes his mind, that thing is dangerous. Howdy came by, I think he realized I'm not actually sleeping. I'm real glad to have him around. We told eachother jokes and stuff while he made me take like, a bazillion potions. Thought it seemed like a little much for just a real long dizzy spell. But he said he read about this in his book, a failed possession. I KNEW THAT GHOST WAS BEHIND THIS! I wanna chew them up so bad....

But I gotta use my head right now, and think of a way outta this mess. I think my best bet is to act like I don't know, lure them into a sense of security like a fish, then CHOMP THEM WHEN THEY LEAST EXPECT IT! NO ONE THREATENS MY CREW AND GETS AWAY WITH IT!!!!

Uh... anyways, me and Howdy chatted til I fell asleep, I love it when he does that. I wanna do that everyday.

Sunset

Sounds like the crew found something to do while I was lazing around, there's tons of sounds coming from the deck. I came up and everyone was playing some kinda instrument except Wally. Poor kid looked a bit left out. I don't really wanna, but maybe playing a bit will make him play too.

It worked! He's singing! His voice sounds real swell, he could sing a real good shanty if he wanted to. I shant help but think about it! I'm having fun, why not joke around a bit? Haha!! Today's finally starting to come a-song! Better yet, I think I smell sharks in the water! Tonight our food will be gilly yummy! No wait, tonight's dinner will be fincredible!

Yeah, that's way better.

Night

Wally wanted to help me and Frank cook today! Since I didn't wanna beat around the hook, I decided to ask him what's the deal with that ghost. He calls them Home for some reason and says that they're very close. He refused to elaborate. That made me even more suspicious. I was gonna say more but Frank got mad at us for clowning around. I told him that as a pirate, I think he should stop taking things so seariously. He was so mad! Anyways, we talked at supper like usual but I still couldn't get Home outta my mind, especially when they're everywhere right now...

Guess Howdy caught onto that because he's knocking at my door right now. I just can't hide nothing from you How!

#fanart #art #drawing #barnaby welcome home #barnaby fanart #barnaby beagle #barnaby beagle fanart #barnaby b beagle #wh barnaby #wally welcome home #howdy welcome home #barnaby x howdy #welcome home ahoy!#welcome home au #welcome home art #welcome home #tomorrow will be about Howdy #also him and Barn arent dating yet that's kinda been retconned #they still have crushes on eachother though!

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I have a little idea for an ask that hasnt let me go. It‘s couple sebson or sewis i cannot decide who adopts little lando.

For the angst Lando has a bit of a tragic backstory. Basically when he was 2 or so he was in a fatal car accident with his parents (a drunk driver hit them from the front) which left him an orphan. He was seriously injured and the doctors were not able to save his leg and they still had trouble to stabilise him. When he came into the foster care system nobody really cared that he didn’t get a fitted prosthetic nor did they care that he never really learned how to walk again. Even though he was involved in a car accident, which he doesn’t really remember he still loves everything around cars and he’s incredibly intelligent for his age. So when he is around 5 years old he can already read and loves engineering stuff.

The man that runs the foster home would always put on f1 during the weekends and once it was on you couldn’t get lando away from the screen, he would memorise strategies and everything.

Aston Martin does a campaign where they are raising money for children in the foster care system and lando‘s home gets invited to the british grand prix. For aston themselves it’s more of a thing where they can get good publicity bit seb loves having these kids around and is so patient in showing them everything. Lando isn’t on the tour because at that point he has grown out of his prosthetic leg and no one cared to replace it so he stayed with the owner of the home. When they get back and seb realised that Lando wasn’t on the tour he ask the guy why and he just snarls that lando can’t walk that’s why. Seb is a bit taken aback but tried to find sth to tell lando he pretty sad that he wasn’t allowed to go with the rest. Seb : „Can you give me a tip on how to get a podium for you guys today?“ and expecting a cute answer like „drive faaast“ but Lando launches into an elaborate strategy plan that actually makes sense and seb is in awe.

Soon though they have to say goodbye.

In the evening seb talks to his partner about Lando. They’ve been thinking about adopting at some point in the near future and were already approved, they just thought they would adopt a baby, but his partner can see in sebs eyes that lando has captured a piece of sebs heart with his shy but excited babbles.

So they go visit him and they are pretty sure that this is the one. They take him home and they do have some angst along the way bc Lando’s stump had not been treated properly for years and they need to do some intense pt etc.

But still a lot of fanily fluff.

Well, that got out of hand but i’ll send it to you anyway. I hope it doesn’t bother you that it’s this long and it’s understandable bc english isn’t my first language. <3

Anon, I absolutely adore this 🥹😭

Lando not remembering the crash or what he lost, he just knows that he can't really wall and that his leg comes off. Him telling the Foster home when he starts out growing the leg and it hurts but there's no money to get him a new one fitted, so they just keep him in a wheelchair and stop taking him to physio because "it's easier this way"

Lando isn't bothered by it because he loves reading and writing and drawing, and most of all, watching cars go fast and thinking of ways to make them go faster. For his birthday, they get him some books on cars and f1 that are kid friendly but Lando devours them

So by the time he meets Sebastian, Lando is absolutely enamoured and thinking of strategies and telling everyone that he meets he's gonna work in F1 one day. He doesn't notice the pitying looks he gets cause he's busy planning.

When he gets told where they're going, he's so excited but then they get there and it isn't accessible so Lando can't do parts of the tour he wanted to. He's just sitting with the Foster worker that likes him or tolerates him the most and he's so sad until Sebastain comes over and he comes alive. Just this tiny kid telling Seb a strategy to do well in the British go and Seb is like "oh" 🥹

I can just see Seb going home to Jenson, just gushing about this little kid he met and how cute and amazing he is. Jenson just getting a little smile because "Should I set up some visits?" and it hadn't even occurred to Sebastisn that they could possibly adopt Lando.

So they set about doing it, and they're just enamoured with this smart little kid with the cutest smile who can match Seb in talking about cars and strategies.

Just picture them watching Lando learning to walk, and telling him that they can get him an adapted kart if he wants to learn to kart so "you can plan more amazing strategies to help Seb go fast"

They'd just make the sweetest little family

#sebson #sebastian/jenson #foster child lando au #disabled lando

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riding-palominos-every-day · 1 year

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1, 14, 19, 23, 29, and 30 with Crutchie, Elmer, Henry, and Jojo for the childhood ask game? (Sorry it's so many)

Buckle up gang this is gonna be a long one kjsdjdk (do not be sorry I love to talk about the boys)

1. A strange thing that happened in their childhood that they will just drop casually in a conversation like it was nothing

Crutchie - He saw a ghost at the ferry port in Richmond. He refuses to elaborate any further.

Elmer - Nothing very strange happened in his childhood, not that he remembers at least.

Henry - He grabbed a pigeon in midair with his bare hands once, didn't know what to do with it so he brought it home and released it in the kitchen.

JoJo - A homeless man came in the cathedral in the middle of the night whilst baby JoJo was getting some water. Man proceeded to swap the water for milk and JoJo still has no idea how he did it or why. He's pretty sure that was Jesus.

14. Did they pick up a habit in their childhood that they still have today?

Crutchie - He strokes his own hair and chews on his knuckles, especially when he's excited.

Elmer - He still goes up stairs on all fours, claims it's easier.

Henry - He's shed most of his childhood habits now.

JoJo - He still needs a light to sleep. Jack allows him a candle, but he makes sure to blow it out as soon as JoJo's asleep.

19. The most embarrassing thing that happened in their childhood that they still think about to this day?

Crutchie - He still finds a lot of his recovery from polio extremely embarrassing to think about. Nothing to be embarrassed about, but it was embarrassing for him regardless.

Elmer - He asked out a girl in the village he had a crush on when he was seven. She said no.

Henry - One time when he was eight he dropped a plate in the deli kitchen and shouted "fuck!" so loudly the entire dining area heard him. His dad found it absolutely hilarious, but Henry was mortified when he realised all the customers heard him.

JoJo - He puked during Mass when he was five. It wouldn't have been quite so bad if he hadn't gotten up and stood in front of everyone, waited until all eyes were on him, and then threw up.

23. Did they have any imaginary friends?

Crutchie - Whilst he was ill, he imagined he had a sister. She helped him cope through the worst of the sickness; he knows logically she wasn't real, but he feels like he survived thanks to her.

Elmer - Elmer was never short of company growing up (his eldest sisters and Spot always made time to play with him), but he did have a imaginary pet: a kitten he called Pierogi. His sisters promised when they were in America he could have a real kitten, but they couldn't fulfill their promise due to... unfortunate circumstances.

Henry - His dad was enough company for him.

JoJo - He was quite lonely growing up, being the only child living at the cathedral. But he felt too socially awkward to even imagine friends, bless him.

29. What did they want to be when they grew up?

Crutchie - He was going to marry a girl in his class called Mary and they were going to have a farm with sheep, cows and two horses. He had the whole thing planned out.

Elmer - He had absolutely no clue what he wanted to do.

Henry - A famous chef. He wanted to go to Europe and study cooking there, then come back to America and open his own restaurant.

JoJo - Rich. Very rich.

30. In general, did they have a good childhood?

Crutchie - Until his mother's death (and the polio), yes. After that he made the best of his situation, but the rest of his childhood years were difficult.

Elmer - Yes. His siblings made up for his mother's absent parenting, and he felt very loved and supported.

Henry - At home, yes. His dad was a very good parent, and he enjoyed socialising with customers. He had difficulties in school, though.

JoJo - Mostly. The nuns who raised him were certainly some of the nicer ones, but his childhood was still quite lonely and he struggled making proper friends.

#thanks for the ask emmy!#these are v fun to write skdjkd #newsies #newsies headcanons #crutchie morris #elmer newsies #henry newsies #jojo newsies #ask game #second to none #asks

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polyamory-and-pot · 2 months

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So I kinda wanna vent but I've already talked with my family about the issue and they either didn't understand my issue with one of the points or didn't have the time to actually sit and talk. So here we are.

Some backstory: A couple months ago a new girl was added to my group of friends. We'll call her Shay (fake name). I had heard a bit about Shay but hadn't met her yet. It sounded like my group of friends had a slight issue with her causing drama but they didn't want to cut her off too fast, so they tried giving her another chance. I met her for the first time when we celebrated my friends birthday and she seemed pretty cool. We started messaging over Snapchat, where she invited me to her birthday party in a couple months. I agreed and we kept chatting, and eventually my friend group decided they didn't want the drama Shay was creating. So they kicked her out of our group. I told them I hadn't had any issues with her and so I was gonna stick it out and see how things went and everyone understood and respected my decision. So for the last few months we've kept up chatting and yesterday was the day we got together for her birthday party. At first I had the plans mixed up, thinking we'd be doing everything yesterday, spending the night and going home today. But the actual plan was to do some plans yesterday, some plans today and go home tomorrow. I knew I couldn't last in a social situation that long so I planned to come home last night and I did. The issue starts with the events of yesterday. The first thing I noticed was that I felt a bit excluded from some things with Shay. We had gone out with a mutual friend and it felt like Shay talked more with the mutual friend while leaving me out. We went to a movie and I was asked to grab the seats so they could get food, and so I did and went and got my own food when they returned. Then through out the movie Shay would talk with our mutual friend or be on her phone, but she never really talked to me.

As Shay was driving she was often on her phone either texting or changing the music and I wasn't super comfortable with it but didn't mind enough to speak up. But our mutual friend had spoken up about it multiple times, going so far as to yell at Shay because she was texting and driving when a cop drove by. Shay then got pissy with our mutual friend for yelling at her.

At some point we had stopped for McDonald's and I commented on how the person working the window was a child (on god this kid had to be under 15.) To which Shay responded he was a disabled child. I really didn't like the comment because as I saw it the boy hadn't physically appeared disabled and that comment felt inappropriate regardless. (This is the point one of my parents doesn't understand.)

As we were out in town we stopped by a crystal shop cause i offered to by Shay a crystal for her birthday and this way she could pick out what she wanted. She found a pretty bracelet and asked if this could be her gift. I immediately said yes but then got a glimpse of the tag and had to ask how much it was. It was $73. And I've got mixed feelings about this point. Because I don't mind spending money on my friends, but that was a lot of money to expect a friend to pay for you. And I elaborated with my parent that had it been a friend I was much closer to or a family member I probably would spend that money, but this was my second time meeting Shay. But I also tried to reason that maybe she hadn't seen the price tag or that maybe she has a different relationship with how she spends money on friends or she didn't know that was the price.

And I probably didn't go into yesterday with the best opinion on Shay. While we were talking about plans, there was a last minute change and she was asking if I could drive us. I hate driving, it stresses me out and I spiral down a rabbit hole of my thoughts but I agreed. She then asked if she could control the music and I politely declined saying that music was the one thing that kept me grounded while driving. Because of this she no longer wanted to drive with me, and considered canceling plans because of it. (Which made me feel incredibly guilty but I'm not willing to drive in a big city that I'm not used to without having something to ground me)

After all of this I've basically decided my friends were right and I don't want to continue this friendship with her. But I feel like shit for backing out of plans last minute, especially since I was supposed to drive our mutual friend. But honestly I was planning to do a lot of things that made me uncomfortable for Shay because she was my friend and I wanted her birthday to go as she planned. But now I've realized she isn't someone I'm willing to go out of my comfort zone for.

#poly pothead

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bitofthisandthat · 4 months

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🖤 BLACK HEART for Asami

❌ CROSS MARK for Proteus (re: Sinbad)

🔮 CRYSTAL BALL for Gladstone

CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT QUESTIONS

🖤 BLACK HEART — what would you say is the darkest thought you've ever experienced? what do you think caused you to have that thought? have you ever planned on or fantasized about acting on it?

ASAMI.

"Revenge. I have never wanted to take another person's life ever...Except for when it meant ending the life of someone that tortured or killed someone I love. If you come after someone I love, and you can't be reasoned with? I will find a way to make you pay for it. I could be elaborate like my dad or Verrick or some of the people that I've done battle with...and create this entire scenario to ensnare you in, but frankly? I'd much rather just put you down so you don't get back up again. I don't care about mind torture, creating a cause, or long-karma. I want you erased for what you've done so you will NEVER do it again."

❌ CROSS MARK — how would your life be different if [Sinbad] had never been in it? would it be better or worse?

PROTEUS.

"My life would be entirely different without Sinbad...we were children together, we grew up side by side--how do you not influence one another when you started so young? Despite the gap in our classes, we imprinted on each other's perspectives on life. If I hadn't run away to escape lessons that day, I'd have never have met him, and I probably would have lived a life of boring pomp and circumstance...coddled and kept from everything until my father sent me into military training, where, I would have been treated with kid-gloves and learned no real technique. Because of Sinbad, I had a braver sense in fighting as well as excitement for it, so they taught me everything and didn't hold back on me just because I was the precious only 'golden heir' to the throne.

I maintain my core of who I am, but without Sinbad, I wouldn't have stood a chance among the wolves of war, or the scheming weasels in politics. I learned to see between the lies and evils and speak out because of him. I allowed myself to look at the world as one enormous adventure in learning and exploring...instead of simply reading about it and preaching blindly about things I knew nothing about. And...I'd like to think he'd have no honor without me, no sense of obligation. But, we are a blend of each other's influences...and our own destinies."

🔮 CRYSTAL BALL — what is a core memory from your childhood that you think defines you today?

GLADSTONE.

" 'Core memory?' Are we getting THAT serious and sensitive, come on! Eh, I mean...talking about it is nonsense. I just float, baby! I don't need any psycho-babble to come up with who I am! I mean...Suuuuuuure my folks died when I was a kid, and I was uprooted and sent to live far, far, away from my childhood home to live with my grandma in the middle of God's country with no other kids around for miles except for my cousins--that hated me...Suuuuuuurrrreee no one else my age liked me either, because they all thought I was a spoiled rich kid that cried too much over the loss of his folks, and thought I cheated at everything, because they didn't understand the whole 'Luck' angle wasn't in my control...I mean sure-sure-sure, I had a weird thing happen when I was a tot where some glowing lady comes to me in my dreams, and tells me I'm her 'favorite,' and she's gonna to watch over me for my entire life, and make sure I'm taken care of forever. Psssh! I mean, that's just in the past stuff that in no way has any influence on how I conduct myself in public now. Pah-lease."

#HEADCANON || ASAMI #HEADCANON || PROTEUS #HEADCANON || GLADSTONE #{ Asami really went there and now I am just X_X }#{ Glad is NEVER gonna get down and deep about his childhood never ever...I mean he got CLOSE in one verse but that verse died } 🫠

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Hirano to Kagiura light novel translation 2-3

Chapter 2: Summer preparations.

Part 3

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T/N: (1) Oiwa is one of the Nihon san dai-kaidan (Japan’s Big Three Ghost Stories). She is said to have haunted her ex-husband after committing suicide due to his horrible treatment of her and now haunts the places she lived and the people who perform her story in theater.

(2) Yuki onna prey on travelers lost in the heavy snowstorms that blanket the Japanese Alps in winter. They have an otherworldly beauty, with long black hair and dark, piercing eyes. Their skin is ageless and as white as snow, but their bodies are as cold as ice. A mere touch is enough to give a human a deep, unshakable chill. They feed on life force, sucking it from human’s mouths with an icy breath that freezes their victims solid.

“Hirano-san! I’m home!”

“Oh, welcome back, Kagi-kun.”

After he had finished with club and returned to the dorm, there is half an hour before dinnertime.

Most of the time, when Kagiura has just come home, he’s rubbing his stomach out of hunger, but something is different today.

Maybe he bought something to eat on his way home, Hirano had thought, but he’d heard Kagiura’s stomach rumble, so he must be wrong.

Kagiura’s so hyped up, he starts prattling away as soon as he puts his bag down.

“Did your class decide what to do for the cultural festival? My class is hoping to do a yakitori stall, but because I’m the one who brought it up, I ended up on the executive committee.”

After club practices, Kagiura gives off the fresh scent of antiperspirant spray.

He tends to worry about it, but he doesn’t smell of sweat.

“For the cultural festival? My class is planning on doing a haunted house. Some of the guys are trying to go all out for it, so the budget’s gonna be pretty tricky.”

When he continues, adding ‘the costumes and tools seem elaborate, too’, Kagiura tilts his head curiously.

Although his physique is comparable to the taller members of the basketball club, there is still a certain boyishness to him when talking to him.

Even for Hirano, who is not by any measure easy to approach, his expressions have been honest from the beginning.

“.....A haunted house is an event for couples, isn’t it?”

Oh, so he thinks so, too.

I guess it’s normal for someone going through puberty, Hirano thinks when reflecting on the unexpected words. He hasn’t heard Kagiura say things like “I want a girlfriend” or “there’s someone I like” before.

Likewise, Kagiura hasn’t asked about Hirano’s relationship status either. If you’re living with someone and you’re together on a daily basis, you’d obviously know they’re not dating anyone.

“You wouldn’t expect to come with a group of friends, right? I’ve gone to one before, too, y’know.”

“.....With who?”

“Hm?”

“Who’d you go with? To last year’s cultural festival.”

In a split second, Kagiura’s casting him a sharp gaze, and Hirano is momentarily shocked into silence.

It’s not like he had a girlfriend, and he was managing a stall, so the whole time he’d been walking around he hadn’t had a partner.

There was a lot of shuffling around, everyone noncommittally inviting each other to hang out based on the timing of their shift changes, and having a few people going out to get food for everyone.

“I think it was with Sasaki and the guys in our class, but I don’t really remember.”

“Did you promise to go with anyone this year?”

“Nah. I mean, even you wouldn’t bother explicitly promising to go with your friends, right?”

“.....I wanna go around the festival with you.”

Ah, so that’s what he wanted to say, Hirano thinks, raising a brow at Kagiura’s endearing nature.

After all, it certainly isn’t likely that he’d go with someone from another grade unless he’s promised to do so.

“Yeah. Then, when we’re not on duty, do you wanna walk around together?”

“You mean it?”

“I don’t get many chances to hang out with anyone besides committee members and people in my year. Outside the dorms, I mean. It’ll be a change of pace.”

“Then, let’s get yakitori from my class’ stand, Hirano-san!”

“Oh? Sounds good, I love yakitori.”

Hirano says to himself, there wasn’t any last year, to which Kagiura smiles proudly.

And that is that.

“But, Kagi-kun, will you make it to the second round of judging? Can you be on the executive committee while in a club? Competition for food stalls is tight, so first years are kinda at a disadvantage. There’s a loophole that’ll let you make a coffee shop with drinks as the main attraction so you can still do food prep indoors.”

If their menu consists of things that can be prepared using a hot plate without causing a lot of smoke, it’s possible for them to do it in the classroom.

Although there are limitations on the breaker loads, there is much less competition than for the outdoor-use equipment, of which there is little.

“.....But, I wanna do yakitori.”

“I gotcha. Well, good luck. First step is the application review. Ask your teacher ahead of time to let you see last year’s proposals.”

“I’ll try going tomorrow, then. I guess the deadline is pretty soon after we start working on it.”

“That’s kinda fun too, isn’t it?”

The cooperation of the class and the preparation of the executive committee make all the difference to the finesse of their proposal in such a short time. Because they are starting right after final exams ended, there will be little impact on their grades.

The event, in which students use their own budgets and make plans for revenue—albeit on a small scale—is a type of initiative that they had not had until middle school.

If a kouhai he cares for is assertively working on something, he wants to give him advice, even if it is a little nagging.

“By the way, Hirano-san, what role are you playing in the haunted house?”

“That hasn’t been decided yet.”

The lie suddenly slipped out, but as it happens, he is in trouble with the track the conversation is taking.

Since the roles of the ghosts are rotated on a shift system, several people are required to wear the same costume for each role, and Hirano has been selected for the Oiwa-san team.

It’s better than Hanako-san, is how he’d compromised.

For this rotation, the majority of Hirano’s class will be wearing drag. If they do it poorly, it might end up being most of them.

The fact that many of the major ghosts are women is a big factor, but the biggest reason is that there are a few people who really want to polish their skills at special effects makeup. They had said that last year they wanted to make a horror movie, but were shot down in the majority vote.

For Hirano as a member of the Disciplinary Committee, it is convenient for him to be one of the scaremongers, so he can keep a watchful eye out for rogues who will hassle visitors in the dark.

Which is to say, on the day of, the probability that he’ll be in drag is high.

“I bet you’d look good as a yuki onna or something like that.”

“Don’t you have homework? Do it before dinner,” Hirano gives the grinning Kagiura a light shove before rising from his chair.

“Okaaay.”

“Oh, before that, shouldn’t you change your clothes?”

“Ah, I forgot.”

He’s probably being nitpicky, but in moments like this, Kagiura doesn’t look annoyed the way he’d expect him to. It makes it worth the effort of taking care of him.

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This update was brought to you by @jujupanic and @jeizet - I know I just said this on the last one but thank you again for your contributions!!

#yeah kagi you WISH hirano would suck out your life force through your mouth #sources on the youkai are yokai.com #don't @ me if they're inaccurate i can't justify spending any more time researching just for the footnotes lmao #although i am interested so actually if they're wrong feel free to correct me #hirano and kagiura #hirano to kagiura translation #kagihira #sasaki to miyano #harusono shou #hirano taiga #kagiura akira #hirano to kagiura #shhh no one saw that #hirano to kagiura ln

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alpacaparkaseok · 3 years

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Memoir of a Fake Girlfriend

“I need to ask a favor…” “Nope. No way. I am not pretending to be your girlfriend again.” “Oh, c’mon!”

→ Chaebol!Yoongi x secretary!reader, feat. ot7 BTS

→ word count: 7k

→ warnings/tags: SFW, fluff, angst, slow burn, fake dating au, lots of pining lol, I guess like a Secretary Kim vibe? mentions of a mentally abusive relationship

→ a/n: and so it begins! this is the first of the summer requests! idk how long each request is gonna be, but I really wanted to do something like this so it turned out to be a little longer than I originally intended. hope you guys enjoy, feedback is always encouraged and appreciated!

Four long years, you’ve labored at the 7th Son Firm under Min Yoongi’s watchful eye as his secretary.

Four stupid years of doing way more paperwork than you realized possible, memorizing approximately 100,000 names (of course you’re known to exaggerate upon occasion), and presenting a happy, smiling face for all visiting clients.

Four years spent getting to know Min Yoongi a little too well, somehow falling in with his rambunctious group of friends that make up the other six spots in the chairman’s board.

Four excruciating, exhausting, egregious...let’s see, what else starts with ‘e’...ah, entropic years you have spent sitting at that stupid desk right by Min Yoongi’s elaborate office (see, I knew I could sneak another ‘e’ adjective in there) and doing the worst thing you could have ever done.

Pining after him. Wanting him, but always two steps behind and short on courage.

So when the Cinderella-like opportunity pops up to pose (quite literally) as Yoongi’s new girlfriend at an upcoming gala, what were you supposed to do? Say no?

Carpe diem, losers.

“I thought you said you never loved her,” you huff, keeping your back to Yoongi as you furiously paint your front room wall a pristine white. You’d left early today just to come home and paint your new apartment. Yoongi hadn’t been too happy about it, but then again, was he ever?

Actually, you take that back. You saw him smile yesterday, when you brought him his coffee.

“I didn’t,” Yoongi defends, and you can already picture how he must look right now. Arms crossed, brows furrowed, and cheeks an impressive shade of pink. “I don’t. But I just need this. Just this once.”

You snort, throwing your paint roller down and avoiding the paint droplets that go flying everywhere.

“For never loving her, you’re acting awfully jealous.”

Yoongi hardly meets your eyes as you turn to face him, his eyes trained on your hands that are covered with paint. “Just once. I promise.”

Perhaps these past four years of unrequited love have left you weak, because you find yourself wanting to help him out. One night, one date-night, pretending to be his girlfriend. All in an effort to piss of Ana, his dreaded ex.

Of course, it might have to do with the way Yoongi looks right now. Indeed, his cheeks are red and he continues to avoid your gaze. His shy stance is so at odds with his dressy attire; wearing his signature black slacks and button down shirt. The top button is undone, and there’s no tie in sight. He probably took it off before coming up to your apartment to plead his case.

“Fine.” The word has barely left your lips before Yoongi’s bursting out into a howl of excitement, making you hiss and roll your eyes even though your lips are fighting a smile. He’s still in the middle of his weird celebratory dance (which involves wiggling his butt and making you dissolve into laughter despite your best efforts) when a figure appears in the doorway to your apartment.

“Do I even wanna know?” Jungkook drawls, stepping inside and wrinkling his nose at the strong smell of paint. You rush over to him and grab some of the groceries hanging off his arm with a grateful smile.

“Hey, you got groceries! Thanks, Kook!”

“You actually asked her?!” Namjoon’s voice comes ringing from down the hallway before he’s walking through the door with another bucket of paint and a shocked expression. “Hyung!”

Yoongi pauses in his celebration long enough to glance over at Namjoon. “What?”

“You’re actually gonna do the fake girlfriend thing?”

Even the mention of the word ‘girlfriend’ has you sucking in a deep breath, busying yourself with your groceries. Yoongi launches into a debate with Namjoon, leaving Jungkook looking a little dazed.

“Hey,” Jungkook sidles over to you, starting to pull the groceries out of the bags. “Wanna come eat dinner at our place tonight? You’ll get sick if you stay in here all day with that smell.”

“I’m fine-”

“Yes! Come eat with us!” Namjoon interrupts, looking a little desperate. “Our treat. Consider this our way of bribing you to not tell HR anything.”

Yoongi has finally calmed down, meandering toward the door. “Right. Come over later tonight...” he pauses, resting his hand on the door knob before glancing up at you. With a toothy grin he says, “We have lots to discuss.”

He cackles as you groan, disappearing into the evening air.

“Wait, I have to dress up? Like, actually dress up?”

You’re currently sitting at a crowded table with Hobi, Jin, Namjoon, and Jungkook. Taehyung and Jimin sit at the kitchen island, snickering at your shocked expression. Your best friend, Chae, sits with them at the island, watching you with unabashed amusement. She busted up when you told her what you got yourself into, and wanted to come along tonight in order to get the first-hand experience. She’s Jin’s secretary, although the two of them hardly speak outside of work. Something about his blinding good looks...?

“...yes,” Jin explains. “It’s a charity gala, remember? And Ana is hosting.”

“Right. Ana.” You shove some food into your mouth in an effort to hide your disappointment at the mention of Yoongi’s ex. “See,” you say through your full mouth, “what I don’t get...is why...he still cares? It’s been like...” you shake your head, counting on your fingers. “Like, almost a year!”

Taehyung scoffs from the kitchen island. “Jealous, are we?”

You whirl around, staring daggers into him. “Jealous? No way!”

“Wait, you don’t like Yoongo, do you?” Jin asks, making you spin back around to face him. He feigns a look of shock, which has Hobi rolling beside him.

You try to play it cool, rolling your eyes. “I don’t like him. In fact I-”

“Loathe me?”

You snap your fingers, turning back around to face the where the voice just came from. “Exactly-oh! I didn’t see you there.”

Yoongi hovers in the doorway to the kitchen, smirking at having caught you off guard. “Right. Sure you didn’t.” He sweeps inside, grabbing some of the food off of Jimin’s plate and greeting Chae. “Anyways, what are you wearing to this thing? So I can plan for it.”

Before you can even open your mouth, Chae is speaking up. “Well, that depends. What kind of vibe are you going for?”

Yoongi pauses. “What do you mean?”

“You know, the vibe.” Chae makes a show of cracking her knuckles and preparing to explain. “Like, are you going to be the cute, lovable couple? The sexy couple? Chill?”

Yoongi stands in the middle of the kitchen with his jaw dropped, no doubt imagination running wild with this new variety of options. You jump to your feet, pointing an accusing finger at Chae.

“Chill! We’re just chill!” You shout wildly, making everyone burst out into laughter. Yoongi looks a little upset, but in a blink the expression is replaced with his typical uninterested persona.

Chae nods thoughtfully. “So...sexy? Great.”

Jimin howls next to her, slipping off his chair and making you snicker in sweet revenge.

“...sexy?” Yoongi frowns, sounding a bit uncertain. “I can’t do sexy.”

Rolling your eyes, you nudge past him and yank Chae off of her chair. “Rise to the occasion, Min.” Pulling your friend out the door with you, you call over your shoulder, “I expect to be amazed!”

You’re fairly certain you hear him swearing under his breath, but it’s drowned out by Jin’s laughter as he says, “Remember, this was your idea.”

The rest of your night passes by in a flurry of excited squeals from Chae and a couple of half-hearted ones on your part. You’re quickly losing your excitement now that you realize just what you’ve gotten yourself into.

“Yah,” Chae gripes, plopping down beside you on the side of your bed. “You’re sulking.”

You hide a yawn. “I am, yes. Thanks for pointing it out.”

“Why are you sulking? Haven’t you been dying to go out with Yoongi for years?”

Falling back until you’re staring up at the ceiling, you groan. “Yeah, but...not like this. Won’t it make things weird? I mean, he’s my boss still.”

The bed wobbles, and Chae lays down beside you. It’s quiet for a moment before she mumbles, “Yeah, maybe. So...what are you gonna do?”

“I promised him I’d go, didn’t I?”

“Yeah, but you can back out. He wouldn’t hold it against you. Or even just go as his secretary, nobody would think twice about it.”

You shake your head, mind already made up. Besides, the thought of going as his secretary and possibly forcing him to ask someone else to be his date has you clenching your jaw. “No, I’ll go. If only to help him as a friend.”

“...and to piss of-”

“And to piss of Ana, yes.”

Chae snorts, and you laugh beside her. “You’re hopeless,” she croons.

“No!” You defend. “Just...spiteful.”

“Right. That’s better.”

When your phone buzzes at 2am, you stir a little but ignore it. Flipping your pillow over to the cool side, you settle back down with a content sigh. You’ve still got five hours of sleep left, how glorious-

bzzz bzzz

You freeze, frowning a little now. What’s the big deal? Who’s messaging you at this hour?

Are you really that much of a grandma that you can’t stand 2am text messages?

Exerting all of your strength to throw your dead arm atop your nightstand, you grope around until your fingers find your phone.

“Ah, c’mon!” You groan as your phone tumbles to the ground, blinding you as it lands screen-up and lights up. “Ugh!”

It takes an embarrassing amount of time to finally get out from under your covers and grab your phone from off the floor. Approximately three lifetimes later, you finally have it and nearly drop it again once you see the message that drove you from your peaceful sleep.

boss yoongi 🙃: are you asleep?

boss yoongi 🙃: can I come over?? wanna talk for just a minute

Bolting out of bed, you realize a little too late that your sheets are tangled around your legs still.

A groaning, cursing heap on the floor, you roll over and kick off your sheets. Taking a deep breath, you finally manage to reply with shaking fingers.

me: yeah, I’m up. is this work related?

You’re already wracking your brain for some sort of file you may have missed or a mistake you might have made throughout the course of the day. You were a little distracted today; too excited about your new apartment and getting started on painting.

boss yoongi 🙃: sure

boss yoongi 🙃: be there in 5

With that non-committal response in mind, you scramble for your slippers and to maybe run a brush through your hair. The sight that greets you in the mirror is certainly one to behold, but you decide that’s Yoongi’s problem. If he wanted to see the typical Madame Secretary - hair pinned back and shoes shined - then he should have waited until at least 8am.

Idiot.

Your front room still smells strongly of paint when Yoongi quietly knocks on your door a few eight minutes later. Opening the door halfway and retreating back into the comfort of your kitchen, you watch as Yoongi quietly wanders inside and shuts the door quietly.

“Tea?”

Yoongi blinks, looking exhausted. “Oh. What kind?”

“Chamomile.”

“Yes, please.”

Hmph. Looks like Yoongi turns into a gentleman at two in the morning. Interesting.

He doesn’t sit even when you tell him to, instead opting to stand on the other side of the counter and somberly watch you place the kettle atop the stove. Once that’s been settled, you turn to him expectantly.

“I, uh...” Yoongi rubs his arms, looking around your dark apartment as though he wasn’t just here a few hours ago. “Do you mind if we talk outside? ...it’s a nice night.”

You shrug, following him out the door and leaving it ajar. He’s right, it’s a beautiful night. The stars and bright above you and the moon is nearly full, providing ample light for you to take a seat atop your porch step. The little light above your stove illuminates your back, giving you a false sense of warmth.

Once you’ve settled, you wait.

It’s takes a minutes for Yoongi to begin. He stretches a little, yawning and readjusting his black sweatshirt. You’ve seen him in a similar state countless times; often having the undesired honor of being his wake-up call on business trips.

“Why did you say yes?”

You blink, glancing over at him before jerking your attention away and directing it heaven-ward again. He looks too soft right now, you might say something stupid if you get lost in his timid nature.

Instead, you play it off. “To what? The gala?”

“Well, yeah. I guess.” He sighs. “To me. Why did you say yes to me?”

“Because you asked nicely.”

“What?” Yoongi chokes out, sounding much more awake. “You’re joking.”

Scowling, you pull your robe a little tighter around you. “No, I’m not. You’d be amazed at what can come from asking nicely, Mr. Min.”

“Are you implying that I don’t ask for things nicely?”

“No, sir. That’s half the issue, you don’t even ask most of the time.”

Yoongi scoffs, eyes alight with an inner flame. Pride, most likely. As you’ve already stated, you know him a little too well.

“Of course I ask, I ask for your help all the time at work-”

“No,” you interrupt, matching him in stubbornness. “You used to ask, like three and a half years ago. Now you just- you just-”

“I just what?!”

“You just...” groaning, you bunch up the fabric of your robe in your fists. “You never ask! You snap your fingers and expect me to understand what you need! Like I’m just some sort of dog you’ve spent the last four years training, when in fact I have my own thoughts and issues of my own!”

Yoongi gapes at you for a moment before launching up to his feet. “I...you’re not a dog!”

You rise to your feet as well, laughing drily. “Is that so? What else could I possibly be, Mr. Min?”

Yoongi flinches at the second use of the formality tonight, although he doesn’t allow it to slow him down at all. He clenches his jaw, furrowing his brows as he levels you with a determined glare.

“You’re my-” he stops, closing his mouth before trying again. “You’re my...mine.”

“...yours?”

Suddenly all of the fight deflates out of Yoongi, but you don’t feel like you’ve won anything. In fact, you’re more confused than when you began.

“Yoongi,” you venture, but he waves you off. His brief moment of eye contact is long gone, and he stares at his shoes before speaking up.

“I didn’t- I just meant...I feel that I’m responsible for you. This gala...I roped you into it. Just...” he shakes his head, huffing out an annoyed sigh. “I wanted to make sure you didn’t agree to it because you were worried about your job stability. That’s all.”

That is not all. You can tell from the way he fidgets on your doorstep and pulls his sleeves down to cover his hands that’s there’s much more going on in that head of his, but you don’t push it.

“I get it, though, if you don’t want to go. We obviously have some issues-”

“I’m going.” Yoongi’s head snaps up at your firm response, but he just gives you a curt nod before stepping away.

“Good. I mean- thank you.”

A flicker of fire remains in you, just enough for you to muster a smirk. “Don't thank me yet.”

Yoongi departs, briefly apologizing for leaving you with more tea than you expected. He decided it would be best for him to leave instead of imposing even more.

It’s fine. Something tells you that you’ll need the extra chamomile. Your brain is still whirring after your spat with him. When was the last time you lost your temper with him? It’s been well over a year, at least.

You’ve just started your second cup of tea when your phone buzzes.

boss yoongi 🙃: take the day off tomorrow. go pick out a dress - my treat.

Sure enough, a second later you receive a notification from Venmo for a ridiculous sum of money and a caption that has you nearly throwing your mug across the room.

woof woof 🐶

It was fairly easy to sweeten the deal and convince Yoongi and talk to Jin and give Chae the day off as well. “For emotional support” after your little tiff last night.

Chae was all too happy to assist, oohing over every little thing. Oh, and also still strongly supporting the ‘sexy’ aspect of things.

“Sleek and sexy,” she repeats for perhaps the twenty-second time. “Ooh, like that one.”

You step out of the dressing room, flanked by consultants that apparently know and love Yoongi and were instructed to assist you today. They gush about the dress and how it hugs your curves just right, the deep red pulling all the attention toward you. The off-the-shoulder sleeves are what has Chae raging, declaring that this is the one.

“How do you feel?”

You grin, staring at your reflection. “This is it.”

As you march out of the store with the dress and a new set of earrings for both you and Chae - who’ll be going as Jin’s secretary and holding down the fort from afar - you feel lighter than you have in nearly four years.

You’re not going down without a fight. Yoongi is in for quite the night.

Throughout the rest of the week you hardly cross paths with Yoongi. He silently passes by your desk each morning on his way to his office, greeting you with a simple nod of his head. In fact, the only words you recall him saying to you was when he buzzed you into his office and requested the last quarter’s reports to be enlarged and printed out for a meeting.

You scurried out before you could even realize that he’d not only asked, but added on a please at the end.

Needless to say, you were shocked when you sat down at your desk to fulfill the request and noted that he had indeed asked nicely.

Friday arrived at last, and the entire office was buzzing with excitement. The gala was tonight, and that meant that today was a special ‘early-off’ day for all employees. Most everyone was invited to the luncheon before the gala, however only the chaebols and their associates were going to the actual gala.

“What are you gonna do with your Friday?”

Jung Bo-young carefully unwraps her sandwich at her desk as you walk from desk to desk, laying out the itinerary for Monday’s meeting. Bo-young appears to be engrossed in her food, her neighbor eyeing it greedily.

“Me?” You blink, finishing up your task and edging towards the door. “Oh, er...I was thinking I might visit my grandmother. She’s getting awfully old and frail-”

“She’s going to the gala with me.”

Everyone falls utterly silent as Yoongi steps inside the room. He pays them no mind, keeping his eyes trained on you.

Bo-young sputters, choking on her sandwich. “The gala? You- you’re going with Mr. Min?”

Everyone looks as though they’re watching a tennis match with the way their attention keeps swiveling back and forth between you and Yoongi. You open your mouth to speak, but close it again.

“I- uh,” you mumble, now striding toward the exit in earnest. “Oh, would you look at that! Mr. Min, don’t you have an international call to take in a few minutes? We should go set up for that-”

“They called early.”

“Huh, is that so.” You clap your hands, throwing caution to the wind and grabbing Yoongi’s arm to yank him back. “Oh, looks like they’re calling again! Can’t you hear your phone ringing?”

“They called my mobile phone, I have it right here-”

“We’d better hurry, don’t want to miss that call!” Dragging him along, you shoot a desperate smile back to the bewildered employees. “Work hard! Fighting!”

You hear a couple of confused “fighting” in response, but you’re mind is far from the sales staff right now. No, you’re still dragging a wild Min Yoongi behind you as though reeling in a marlin.

“What are you-”

“Just, wait!” You seethe, turning the corner and making beeline for Yoongi’s office. Throwing the huge doors open, you march inside and make sure Yoongi isn’t going to escape before turning and closing the doors behind you.

Leaning up against the door and panting, you shoot him a glare. “What. was. that.”

Yoongi has the good sense to look afraid as he stands between you and one of the leather couches and adorns his office. “I...what? They asked what you were doing today!”

“And you go off and tell them that we’re going on a date?!”

“Well, we are, aren’t we?”

You pause in your berating, staring at Yoongi like he just grew a second head. “Wait, what?”

“I mean, sure,” Yoongi takes a step back, leaning against the back of the couch and ruffling his hair in a very unprofessional way. “The circumstances are a bit strange-”

“Yoongi, you literally asked me to be your fake girlfriend!”

He winces, crossing his arms. “When you put it like that, it sounds messed up. I’ll give you that much.”

“Does this...” you shake your head, steeling your nerves. “Does this classify as a date in your book?”

Yoongi shrugs, looking up at the ceiling and squinting his eyes. “I don’t know...does it for you?”

“...I don’t know.”

Your lungs struggle to function as Yoongi finally looks your way for a single heartbeat before averting his eyes again. When he speaks up again, his quiet voice sounds too loud in the silent room.

“I’ll pick you up at seven.” He pauses, glancing at you once more. “Ok?”

If you didn’t know any better, you’d say he was nervous.

“Ok.”

Yoongi arrives at 6:58.

You aren’t surprised. In fact, you’re standing by the door waiting for him to arrive when he does. He mentioned something a couple of years back about liking to arrive two minutes early. Said something about it being the golden time, and how he always felt like the 58 had a warm feeling to it.

You’re not sure if you remember because it made sense to you in the strangest way, or if it was because you were on your third night in Morocco for a business trip and Yoongi had finally donned a normal t-shirt in lieu of his typical sweatshirt. He sat out on your balcony with you for hours, watching the sunset and talking about business before slowly dissolving into different topics.

Sitting there in the golden sunset and admiring his pale arms finally exposed by his white t-shirt, you hung on his every word.

So it’s no surprise when there’s a soft knock and you open the door at exactly 6:58 to reveal Min Yoongi clad in a black tux with a black bowtie. No sight of those pale forearms he almost always hides, but the fact that you know what he looks like in basketball shorts and a t-shirt makes you feel a little strange.

A little giddy.

“Woah.”

Ah, right. Back to you.

Yoongi doesn’t even bother to hide his amazement as you stand before him in your deep red dress, holding a small clutch that has hardly any functional use other than holding your phone and chapstick.

While his eyes fall to your exposed shoulders for longer than necessary, it’s not the dress that he first mentions.

“Your hair is down.”

You give him a small smile, suddenly feeling unbelievablely soft. “Yes.”

“How...how did you curl it like that?”

“Like what?”

He shrugs, one hand reaching out as though to touch a stray curl before he drops it back down to his side. “Like that.”

A couple of short honks stops you in your sarcastic comment, and Yoongi waves at the car waiting for you below. “Jin’s riding with us. He probably bribed the driver into honking.”

You laugh, missing the way Yoongi’s eyes light up at the sound. “He probably did. Should we get going?”

Extending his arm, Yoongi smiles softly. “C’mon.”

Sure enough, Jin is waiting for you in the car when you pile in. He reassures you that Chae will be there, but that she’s already there waiting for him. “Preparing my spotlight,” he explains, winking.

Yoongi is quiet the entire drive there, although you swear you feel anytime he sighs or fidgets. It’s almost like there’s some sort of electric current pulled taut between the two of you.

“Here!” Jin chants as the car pulls up to a large event center. The name of the charity is in bright bold letters above the entrance, gold banners adorning either side. The front is swarmed with good looking attendees, making you suck in a deep breath.

Jin clambers out as soon as the car comes to a stop, opting to rip it off like a bandaid. As the oldest member of the 7th Son Firm, he’s automatically swarmed with cameras and reporters.

“You ready?” Yoongi asks, and you jump a little. You'd nearly forgotten he was still in the car with you, you were so engrossed in the events going on outside.

“As I’ll ever be.”

He gives you a toothy smile that you don’t have the time to return before he’s stepping out of the car and rushing to your side.

Right. Girlfriend. That’s what you are tonight.

You take a few seconds to slip into the persona you carefully crafted the night before with Chae.

Cool, calm. Yoongi’s counterpart. His equal.

In every way.

When Yoongi opens your door, you step out with a purpose. Tonight, you don’t have to mingle with possible clients and remind Yoongi of people’s names. He assured you before that tonight, your utmost priority would be to sell the part.

Consider it sold.

Your legs aren’t shaky in the least as you step out of the car and face Yoongi with a close-lipped smile. He blinks, the only surprise he’ll show in public, before offering you his arm.

Like water through the Nile, the two of you carve out a path of your own through the crowd. Cameras flash, people call out Yoongi’s name and your own. With a start, you realize that they recognize you. Min Yoongi’s faithful secretary, his most constant accessory, and now, his lover.

You’ve nearly made it inside the building when you first overhear the whispers.

“Isn’t that...?”

“Ugh, the secretary? How unoriginal.”

“She looks beautiful, don’t you think?”

“Of course she’s beautiful, Mr. Min wouldn’t bring her if she didn’t fit the mold.”

You school your features into neutrality, focusing on putting one foot in front of the other.

Yoongi squeezes your hand, the only sign that he’s also overheard the comments. Once you’ve stepped inside, he leans over to whisper in your ear.

“They’re just jealous.”

You scoff, nudging him with your elbow. “Right, not everyone can get with Mr. Min.”

“No,” he shakes his head, nudging you back. “You’re everything they’re not, and they’ll loathe you for it.”

He gently guides you deeper into the building, nodding at a couple of acquaintances along the way. Continuing to speak, you have to strain to hear his words over the music flooding the halls.

“You’re intelligent, successful.” Jimin waves at you from across the giant ballroom, Hoseok beaming beside him once he catches sight of you two.

“You’re a contradiction that they don’t understand.”

You see Chae to your right, hovering a couple of steps behind Jin. She looks beautiful in a pale yellow dress. She’s completely oblivious to the way Jin keeps glancing back at her, looking a little dazed as he takes in her appearance and laughing a little too hard at what she says.

“A contradiction?” You ask, looking all around the room and missing the way Yoongi is looking right at you. Your roles are reversed for a moment, with you looking everywhere but him and Yoongi completely immersed in your eyes as they flit about the room.

“Yes,” he breathes out.

“Give me an example, Mr. Min.”

There’s a forgotten smile on his face as you address him so formally, sarcasm clear in your tone.

“You’re ambitious, yet carefree.” He leads you down the stairs, onto the packed floor. An auction already took place earlier, which is partially was Chae was here for. She bid on behalf of the seven chairmen. Now, the room has been transformed into a true ballroom, a live band playing on one end.

It’s before the throng that Yoongi stops, releasing you in order to stand in front of you. You finally focus on him, a little bewildered at the expression on his face.

“Stunning and absolutely terrifying.”

Suddenly Yoongi is all you can see, your focus whetted with the shock of his statement. Your stomach leaps with your heart at this new development, but you find that you’ve gone mute.

Yoongi doesn’t ask for an answer, instead extending a hand. “Now that I think about it, I think that makes you more terrifying.”

Finally, your tongue is loosed. Against all odds, you manage a smirk. “What, my stunning-ness?”

“That’s not a word.”

Your smirk grows into a silly smile that you have no control over, and you’re delighted when Yoongi mirrors it. “Don’t try to detract from the fact that you just confessed that you think I’m scary.”

He does his best to frown, although the smile on his face hinders his ability. “I pointed out several qualities, and that’s the one you remember?”

“Yes.” No. You remember them all as though they were etched on your skin with a red-hot flame.

“Dance with me.”

You do.

You’re not quite sure what happens between taking his hand and weaving your way to the center of the dance floor. Mind still reeling from the events of the past thirty minutes, you let Yoongi spin you around before pulling you in a little closer than before.

Again, you spin. Again, he pulls you in a bit closer.

The song changes, something a little slower. Deeper.

Again, he spins you. Slower this time.

Once more, he pulls you closer. Too close your mind screams at you, but your body automatically reacts and you lean in a little closer until your temple meets his cheek bone.

Yoongi’s breath dances along your shoulder, a testament to his close proximity. Despite the heat of the crowded room, you tingle with chills as he exhales again.

Your eyelids feel heavy, the slow rhythm nearly lulling you to sleep as Yoongi continues to sway back and forth. His hand squeezes your own, thumb running absentminded circles on the back of your hand.

As the music fades out and a jazzier tune replaces it, you wonder for a moment if Yoongi will let you stay out here all night. However, just as you go to ask, you notice someone staring daggers at you over Yoongi’s shoulder.

Ana is wearing black tonight. Black, as though attending a funeral.

Perhaps your own, judging from the way she looks like she wants to strangle you.

“Everything alright, jagiya?”

The pet name sends you reeling as Yoongi pulls away just enough to see your face. You blink a couple of times to clear your head, not daring to look up at him and see the lovesick expression on his face.

A pet. That’s what you are, remember? The evidence is standing behind your boss, dressed in black with a diamond necklace worth more than last year’s entire payroll.

“Uh...” you mentally curse yourself for your lack of eloquence. “I- oh no.”

“Oh no?” Yoongi cups your cheek, effectively lighting you aflame with the simple gesture as he tries to look into your eyes. “What do you mean-”

“Yoongi?”

The sickly sweet voice reminds you of what hell must feel like as Yoongi jolts and spins around to face Ana. She smiles timidly, fiddling with her diamond necklace as though it were a three dollar chain.

“...Ana.”

You start at Yoongi’s cold tone, staring as Ana seems to ice over at the sound of it. To her credit, she recovers quickly, shooting you a smile over Yoongi’s shoulder.

“You brought your secretary,” she scrunches up her nose in what you think is supposed to be a cute way. “How fitting.”

Yoongi’s tense, hardly breathing as he stands with his back to you. “Fitting?”

Ana smiles again, and you realize Yoongi’s mistake a second too late. He’s playing right into her hands.

“Fitting to bring a charity case to a charity gala, don’t you think? That’s what you used to say to me, wasn’t it?” She frowns, trying to remember all those months ago. “No friends, no job...honestly, I always admired your kind heart for taking her in.”

In your overdramatic imagination, the world stops spinning. The music stops, and people gasp at the audacity of Ana for her bitter comments.

But nothing happens.

No, the music keeps playing. People are laughing, spinning around and chatting with old friends and new acquaintances. You spot Jin in the corner, one hand scratching the back of his neck while Chae shows him something on his phone.

And there’s Yoongi and Ana, both clad in black and looking as though they’re seconds from ripping each other’s throats out.

“What are you playing at, Ana?” Yoongi grinds out. Ana smiles even wider, and you note with a start that there’s no love in her eyes. No sense of longing.

Just mirth.

“Can’t I just play for the fun of it? Isn’t this fun?” she asks innocently, stepping a little closer. To anyone else, it looks like she’s trying to hear him better in the loud room. She glances at you over his shoulder yet again, white teeth looking sharper than before. “This was always the most fun, you know. Riling him up. It’s easier than you’d think.”

The verbal lashing you have ready for her dies out as you notice the way Yoongi’s shoulders deflate. With utter horror you realize that she’s means it.

What kind of sick person lives to play mind games with their significant other?

Suddenly you remember Yoongi coming to your house just a few days ago, begging you to come with him. To pretend to be his girlfriend.

It wasn’t in an effort to make Ana jealous. No, he wanted to avoid her at all costs. The thought of Yoongi alone with her, cornered as she launched her mental attacks nearly has you punching her right here and now. Yoongi would never fight back against her, that much you’re certain of. And Ana...she views him as free real estate to play with.

You aren’t here as an accessory. You’re here as a protector, even though Yoongi couldn’t quite muster up the courage to ask you for help.

“Funny, from what I remember, your secretary never shut her mouth. What changed?” Yoongi doesn’t answer, and Ana continues before you can form a response. “You’re quiet, too. Don’t you want to chat with me, Yoongs? We’ve got lots to catch up on. Let’s go somewhere a little more private, let your secretary do her work while we catch up.”

Ana gestures for him to follow her, and you can practically see the gears turning in Yoongi’s brain. He realizes that Ana didn’t fall for the girlfriend façade you were supposed to be playing at, and that it didn’t deter her from her end goal. Instead of sacrificing your well-being, he’ll go with her. Disappear into some dark corner and let her wreak havoc in an effort to save you from her.

As Yoongi mumbles something to you about going to Chae and takes a step after Ana, you leap forward.

“Wait!” You place yourself between Yoongi and Ana, ignoring the thrilled expression on her face as she waits for this new development to unfold. “There’s, uh, someone you should meet!”

Ana tilts her head to one side. “Oh? Looks like you can speak after all. A little loud, if you ask me, but that’s fine. Beggars can’t be choosers, I suppose.” She directs the last bit at Yoongi, who visibly stiffens.

You offer Ana a sugary smile, dropping all pretenses.

You can’t play her game. You won’t play her game.

Let’s see if she can keep up with yours.

“Have you met Mr. Wu?” You ask, striding forward and linking your arms through Ana’s. She stumbles back a step, a little shocked before composing herself. “He’s our latest partner at 7th Son, and actually owns several companies internationally. Word on the street is that he’s planning on buying out Ernst & Young. Can you believe that?”

Ana blinks, allowing you to tug her along once she realizes that Yoongi is following. “O-oh, is that so? I really have no interest in meeting him, though, I’m actually quite busy-”

“Mr. Wu!” You wave at the old man who sits in the far corner with his cane propped up on his leg. “Mr. Wu, it’s so great to see you here! I’m so glad you could make it!”

Mr. Wu smiles warmly at you, remembering you from a meeting you had just last month. You sat by him, translating his notes into Cantonese for later use.

“Oh, it’s so good to see you darling,” Mr. Wu says, patting a spot beside him.

“It’s great to see you too! You know what’s crazy?” You keep Ana in your iron-like grip as she pulls against you. “This is my close friend Ana, and she actually loves cooking. We were just discussing how to properly prepare Eight Treasure Duck...you wouldn’t happen to have any tips for her, would you? She’s pretty helpless when it comes to preparing traditional Chinese food.”

Mr. Wu’s eyes light up with utter joy at the mention of cooking. “Oh, my dear. Sit down, sit down! Let me tell you all about it!”

Ana pushes against you, but you manage to direct her toward the empty seat and lightly trip her into it. She sputters, looking at an excited Mr. Wu who has already begun his lecture.

“Now, have you ever been to mainland China? That will greatly affect how you prepare this dish, obviously.”

“Have fun!” You call over your shoulder, turning and grabbing Yoongi before scurrying away. Yoongi follows after you, looking nothing less than shocked.

Once you’ve escaped into a dark hallway, Yoongi stops to catch his breath.

“What...was that?” He pants, looking up at you from where he’s doubled over. You grin maliciously.

“I changed the game.”

“You what?”

You shrug. “I’m a secretary. It’s literally my job to know everything about everyone. And I knew for a fact that once you bring up food - especially traditional Chinese food - to Mr. Wu, that he’ll instantly launch into a long-winded lecture that nobody can escape. Not even Ana.”

Yoongi straightens up, staring at you with wonder. “You...you changed the game.”

You nod, smiling softly. “Yep.”

“I...” he runs a hand through his hair, effectively mussing it. “You’re not just a secretary.”

“You know, you should’ve told me right from the start that Ana’s evil.”

“Did you hear what I said?” Yoongi asks, stepping forward.

“Like I said before, you never ask. If you would have asked me properly for help back when you two were together, I would have helped-”

“Yah! Didn’t you hear me?” Yoongi grabs your shoulders, leaning down to stare you straight in the eyes. “You’re not just a secretary to me! I...I need you to know that!”

Yoongi’s bowtie has come loose, and with shaking hands you reach forward to fix it. “...what am I, then?”

His lips answer the question well enough. One moment you’re fixing his bowtie, and the next your eyes are drifting shut as Yoongi cups your cheek and crashes into you.

He tastes like cold sea-air and a golden Moroccan sunset.

He feels right, like arriving exactly two minutes early.

And as he breaks apart to look you in the eyes, he looks like he’s yours.

Suddenly he’s laughing, pulling you back in. You punch his chest, fighting a laugh of your own. “Yah! What are you laughing about?”

He grins, tracing your spine and sending tingles up and down your body. “I need to ask a favor…”

You shake your head, cheeks aching with how hard you’re smiling. “Nope. No way. I am not pretending to be your girlfriend again.”

“Oh, c’mon!” Resting his forehead against yours, he gives you his best puppy-dog eyes. You melt instantly, although you’ll never admit it. “Then...how about a date?”

You roll your eyes. “Finally. It only took you four years.”

Yoongi laughs, leaning in again but stopping just shy of your lips. “Wait...what did you say?”

Instantly your cheeks turn red. “Oh, uh...”

“Four years?” He steps back, gasping. “You’re joking.”

“Yah, leave me alone!” You whine. Yoongi chuckles, taking your hands in his again. He brings your knuckles to your lips, kissing each one and nearly making you dizzy with the action.

“Well, if it makes you feel any better, it’s actually been five.”

“...what?” You frown. “But I’ve only known you for four!”

Yoongi shakes his head. “Remember that cafe you used to waitress for?”

You nod slowly, not understanding where he’s going with it. He pulls you in close again, looking absolutely lovestruck.

“Tuesday evenings, corner booth. I always wanted you to be my waitress, but you never were.” He grins like a schoolboy now, and you realize with a start that you recall a suit-clad customer always making an appearance on Tuesdays. You’d been too intimidated by him to serve him, begging your coworkers to take the table instead.

“Imagine my luck when you applied to be my secretary.”

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redswanned · 3 years

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There Was Only One Bed part 2

AOT boys x Reader (I added more people because wow the first part was so fun to write)

Plot: You and him came back from a mission that left you both insanely tired. It’s too late to go home so you two decide to check into a hotel. There’s only one room left, with only one bed 😳

Levi

lets be real

Levi needs some damn sleep

and he was looking forward to resting after such as long day

but when he heard there was only one bed he kind of just

sighed

of course something has to happen when he just wants to relax

after seeing the cards he was dealt with he felt the most gentlemanly thing to do was offer you the bed

“Here, go to sleep in the bed. I’ll take the floor.”

“But Levi, you’re exhausted!” you pleaded

“I barely even sleep at night the floor is fine.”

not gonna lie it is hard to argue with someone like Levi

but you would not let him sleep on the floor

“You can take half of the bed, I don’t mind,” you told him hoping he’d take the offer

it was late and he knew he’d probably not sleep much at all like usual

he accepted your offer

but only settled at the very edge of the bed

it didn’t look comfortable lol but is Levi ever comfortable

you just shrugged it off before telling him goodnight

that is until you had a nightmare

you dreamt that you were the sole survivor when you and the scouts went to attack Marley

sometimes fellow humans are scarier than titans

you awoke to Levi shaking you concerned

“Hey, you were having a nightmare, are you okay?” he asked genuinely worried

that nightmare was too realistic as you felt tears roll down your cheek

Levi tenderly wiped your tears and felt his heart break at how warm they were and how many there were

“You’re safe here, I’ll make sure of it,” he said as he gingerly caressed your cheek

you slept peacefully later that night safe with Levi by your side

Bertolt

when Bert saw that there was one bed he immediately felt flustered despite how tired he was

he kinda became a stammering mess

“Y/N, it’s okay you can have it!”

“I can have what?” you questioned since he just blurted that sentence out

“The... bed” he muttered as he looked at the ground

he didn’t have to make the situation this much more awkward yet here we are

Bertolt being himself lol

but after hearing that he wanted you to have the bed you immediately offered it to him

“No you should have the bed! You’ve done so much today you need to rest,” you said

“No you should have the bed! I sleep really weird so I don’t want to bother you,” he admitted

how weird could he sleep?

maybe he snored? that’s not that weird

you insisted you two could share the bed and place a pillow in between you two

which he reluctantly agreed

it was late after all

you said your goodnights and you drifted off to sleep

until

A LEG LANDS ON YOUR FACE

“AHH!” you jolt awake shoving the leg off your face

and lo and behold

Bertolt is sleeping sideways with his limbs spread all over

“Hey! wake up!!”

“Huh, OH IM SORRY!” Bertolt immediately retracted

“See I told you I sleep weirdly,” he muttered

yeah even the pillow didn’t save you from his legs

“Bertolt it’s totally fine you can’t control it”

this time you both drifted off to sleep

until you felt an arm around you

you opened an eye and yup Bertolt was sleeping weirdly again

but at least his arms are finally around you

Porco

Porco does come off as an angry guy

he just gets annoyed easily by incompetence

so when he saw there was only one bed he felt pretty annoyed by the situation

how could they fuck up this badly?

you could sense Porco’s annoyance and exhaustion

so you decided to offer him the bed

“It’s okay, I’ll be fine on the floor,” you said

“No, I’m not going to let you sleep on the ground because of the hotel’s dumb mistake.”

“I insist! I’ll be-”

“Just take the other half of the bed.”

he did sound pissed but you could tell he cared that you got a good rest after the long day you two had

you climbed into your half of the bed

“Hey, sorry for snapping. I just couldn’t let you sleep on the ground like that,” he said sheepishly as he climbed into his half

you assured him that everything was fine

“I just can’t believe they managed to get it this wrong! Some hotel they are, I ought to write them a bad review. This is not how I wanted to get in bed with you,” he rambled on

that last part though

W H A T

“Um, Porco?” you asked feeling flustered

“Hmm, what, OH! Um, you didn’t hear that right?”

you could tell he was flustered as well judging by his flushed cheeks and wide eyes

he didn’t mean to let that out

but thanks to his exhaustion he was being a bit too honest tonight

“You know I hoped we’d be in bed together someday too,” you admitted

he relaxed a little at this but there was an awkward pause

“Wait, you... like me?” he asked

“I have for a while,” you said not making eye contact yet here you were in his bed

“I didn’t think we’d be in bed together when you finally confessed,” he laughed which helped relax you

you spent that night cuddling and giggling as you two learned about how much you two liked each other

and laughing at how the “awful hotel” ended up helping you two finally confess

Colt

ok out of these guys I think Colt is the most gentlemanly

when he saw that there was one bed he immediately claimed the ground as his sleeping spot

“Colt! That won’t be comfortable at all!”

“It’s okay Y/N, you deserve the bed!”

“Colt, I can see you shivering. Just get into the bed,” you insisted

he was too tired to argue with you so he did as he was told

“Ok but feel free to kick me out any time I won’t be offended I promise!”

you rolled your eyes

yeah it wasn’t ideal but you both deserved a bed to sleep on after such a long day of taking Marleyan officers’ orders

it was insane how fast Colt fell asleep

seconds after he gave you permission to kick him out he was out cold

you chuckled and turned off the lights to go to bed

you were sleeping peacefully

until

you heard a voice?? at this hour??

your eyes shot open and realized the voice belonged to Colt

who was sleep talking

it sounded like he was telling someone something

“Y/N... and I slept together....No not like that...”

you couldn’t help but to feel a little flustered and amused

this was entertaining so you kept watching

“Can me and Y/N....be..a reality?”

“Yes,” you muttered in agreement

at this point it looked like Colt had fallen in his dream and shot up awake

“Oh! Hey Y/N, sorry if I woke you up, I just-”

“So you were telling people we slept together?” you teased

Colt paused for a second

“How do you know about that...?”

“Has anyone told you that you sleep talk?”

Colt was a blushing mess now and kept asking how much of it you heard

you shut him up by asking if you and him could be a reality

that instantly answered all his questions

he played it cool though

“Yes, let’s become a reality, you’ll make my dreams come true,” he said

and that’s how you became his dream girl

Zeke

we all know how Zeke feels about mistakes

or as he puts, “miscalculations”

either way he is annoyed that a singular bed has become yet another one of his problems

he’s too tired to deal with this shit

but he also didn’t want to sleep on the ground but he didn’t want you to either

“Want the other half of the bed?” he just asked as he walked towards one side

“Yeah, I guess so. Thanks,” you said as you took the other side

you felt a little more awkward about it than Zeke did but you didn’t want to reject his offer

Just as you were about to go to sleep Zeke spoke up

“Do you think if people just disappeared problems would go away too?”

this was a pretty heavy question

definitely a late night thought

“Not necessarily,” you replied

“Elaborate.”

“Well, I think that people, no matter who they are, will have lasting impacts on the world,” you replied

you both continued having this philosophical discussion

you were impressed with his beliefs on the topic

Zeke was always a mysterious person and it was rare he opened up this way

he alluded that he didn’t have the greatest childhood which you sympathized with

maybe this is why he believed the way he did

you assured him that he was wanted

“Thank you, it helps hearing someone say that. Even though I have one year left, I agree that my time on this Earth would have an impact. There’s no greater beast than me,”

you could imagine how his mind was knowing he had a year left

maybe this is why he thought like this

you lost track of time when you felt his arm envelop you

his warmth lulled you to sleep

thought provoking conversations are tiring but at least you’ve got him next to you

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jjacob · 4 years

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all i want for christmas is you

❝ the school had started to take notice of you. lee juyeon, however, had always noticed. ❞

PAIRING ▸ lee juyeon x fem!reader (ft. best friend!lee minho)

GENRES ▸ fluff, high school au, sports au, best friends to lovers au

WARNINGS ▸ mild profanity but !! lots of !! fluff !!

SUMMARY ▸ the bet was simple: find a date to the winter ball. the only problem was that juyeon didn’t want just any girl. he wanted you.

PLAYLIST ▸ all i want for christmas is you by mariah carey

WORD COUNT ▸ 5055 words

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ merry christmas! this is a gift for addy @honeyju the biggest juyeon simp ik !! ily addy i am excited/scared/not emotionally ready to read the minho one which ! btw y’all should read here bc our stories are loosely connected! also disclaimer: i know jack shit ab football but i tried

LEE JUYEON TENDED TO REGRET HALF THE THINGS HE SAID SOMETIMES.

In eighth grade, Juyeon’s sense of humor was largely self-deprecating and consisted of saying he wanted to die at the slightest inconvenience. But, with his spectacular timing, he let the joke slip in front of a teacher once and froze up upon seeing her concerned expression. Juyeon later received a note from the counselor’s office and had to convince them that he was perfectly fine.

In tenth grade, Juyeon had grown past his phase of dark humor and moved onto high school football. He made the cut for the team the previous year, and managed to make it on the varsity team by the time he was a sophomore. In the beginning of the season, they asked who wanted to be captain the next year, and Juyeon boldly declared that he did. Thus, he was ridiculed and sentenced to pick up balls and clean up the gym after every practice from then on.

Now, as a high school junior in the varsity football team, Juyeon had screwed himself over by making a stupid bet with his best friend, Lee Minho.

Lee Minho was, in short, a conniving bastard. Juyeon never should have trusted him and gone along with his antics. The mere thought of what he had gotten himself into was enough to send his heart into overdrive.

The bet sounded simple enough: find a date to the Winter Ball.

Of course, it was easier said than done, but Juyeon was a star athlete and had girls sliding in his DMs left and right. He could easily find a date if he wanted to, and, honestly, Juyeon only needed to send a few texts and he would probably be secured for the dance. The problem was, however, that Juyeon only wanted you.

Minho was well aware of Juyeon’s pitiful, unrequited love towards you. It was probably the reason he suggested the bet; his best friend either wanted to see him miserable or see him score a chance with you. Either way, Juyeon wasn’t sure his heart was ready to shoot his shot.

Juyeon had crushed on you ever since you sat next to him in the seventh grade and let him borrow your pencil. It was such a silly start to his admiration for you, but his feelings grew stronger when the both of you actually became friends. You were so bright when you laughed, so sweet when you spoke, and so adorable when you smiled. Juyeon had never felt this way about anyone else and always got butterflies when he saw you. Juyeon was never one to chase after girls but he would find himself constantly thinking about what you were up to and having several internal dilemmas over whether he should ask you to hang out or not.

Five years later and Juyeon still harbored feelings for you. Now, they had matured into something deeper, but you still racked his brain nevertheless. It didn’t help that you had a major glow-up in high school and were probably the most beautiful person Juyeon had ever seen.

The school started to take notice of you.

Juyeon, on the other hand, had always noticed.

“Are you sure we can finish a medium before practice?” Minho asked Juyeon, setting a box of pizza on the table in front of him. “Also, I saw Y/N by the gym earlier.”

Juyeon perked up. “Y/N?”

“Yeah,” Minho replied, grabbing a slice of pepperoni pizza for himself. “You know what day it is, right?”

Minho took a bite out of his pizza, observing Juyeon with a raised brow. His best friend was on the baseball team but treating themselves to pizza had become a monthly ritual. Despite being on different teams, he was closer to Minho than his football teammates.

“Thursday?”

“And that means?”

Right.

Juyeon had formulated an elaborate plan to ask you out during the football game today, but, of course, it all depended on whether their team won or not. It would have been kind of ridiculous to propose after a loss. On the bright side, he knew he could count on the fact that you’d actually be present considering you were a cheerleader.

But what if you already had a date? You surely hadn’t mentioned it to him or posted about it on social media, so he was riding on an assumption that you haven’t been asked. That was bizarre to Juyeon, though, because you were the prettiest person he had ever seen. However, it was true that you were gradually getting popular, and that made Juyeon a touch nervous.

“I ask her out tomorrow,” Juyeon breathed out. “Am I ready for this?”

Minho scoffed lightly. “Are you ever?”

Juyeon frowned at his best friend, scrunching up his nose at his distasteful comment. “What about you? Have you gotten a date?”

“That’s for me to know and you to find out.”

Juyeon sighed. That was probably all he would get out of Lee Minho today. Once Minho set his mind on something, he carried it out diligently until the end. Juyeon honestly had no idea who he wanted to bring since Minho didn’t like talking about girls he was interested in, but he supposed it wasn’t that big of a deal as long as his best friend was happy.

It wasn’t like Juyeon was never going to hear about his friend’s endeavors. After all, he did pick up on Minho’s slow descent from an apathetic individual to a whipped ball of fluff. If Juyeon mentioned that to his best friend, however, he would probably be ridiculed for consistently being whipped for you since the seventh grade.

Juyeon nearly jumped out of his seat at the sound of his ringer going off. He scrambled to pull his phone out of his pocket, ignoring Minho’s teasing smirk at the sight of his frazzled self.

y/n: hey :) i’m gonna drop off some gingerbread cookies my mom made after practice so lmk when i can come over

Juyeon must have saved a country in a past life for this kind of luck.

juyeon: i love your mom’s cookies. you can come over whenever you’d like

y/n: how about we walk home together after practice?

juyeon: sounds good to me

Now, the pizza was starting to make his mouth water, but if you were walking home with him, Juyeon was ready to drop it and run to see you even though he loved pizza. But Juyeon loved you more than he loved pizza, and he believed that was true love.

“She made me cookies,” Juyeon announced.

“She made you cookies,” Minho repeated, leaning forward in surprise.

“Well, her mom did, but yeah.”

Minho turned his attention back to his pizza. “So this is about your mommy kink again.”

“I don’t have a fucking mommy—why would you say that?” Juyeon cried out, kicking his friend’s shin under the table.

“You don’t? Last time I checked, she was making dinner in the kitchen when I came over yesterday.”

“I’m talking about the kink!”

Yet, even a silly back-and-forth with Minho couldn’t get Juyeon down from his high over you. He was still processing the fact that you were going to walk home with him and, if Juyeon played his cards right, maybe he could get a feel of how comfortable you would be if he asked you out during the game tomorrow.

Minho snickered. “You look happy.”

Juyeon couldn’t even mask his lovesick smile and flushed cheeks. He folded his arms on the table in front of him and buried his face in them, his head spinning at the thought of you.

“Shut up, Minho.”

The only problem with you being on the cheerleading team was that you were extremely distracting.

Juyeon was the star quarterback and frankly, it was kind of pathetic that the one thing that kicked him in the ass was seeing you in the knee socks and pom-poms. It didn’t help that you were a flyer so Juyeon’s stomach pitted with anxiety whenever he saw you being thrown up and whenever he heard a scream coming from the direction of the cheerleaders.

Today was different, though. Juyeon could care less about the screams and falls from the corner of the field. All he could think about was you and how he was going to ask you out. If his plan was going to work, it was going to draw a lot of attention and be quite embarrassing if it failed.

All of his confidence got knocked down with a single sweep when he saw someone asked you to the dance.

One of the cheerleaders broke into a fit of giggles at the sight, clasping a hand over her mouth. “Oh my god!”

You were frozen stiff, an awkward smile on your face as the guy walked onto the field with a sign and about a dozen roses. Juyeon could feel his heart sinking to the ground with each step the guy took, with each second his smile grew brighter.

“Is he seriously confessing during practice?” Sohn Youngjae asked, brows furrowed as he rested his arm on Juyeon’s shoulder. “That’s real brave.”

“What’s his deal doing it here? He isn’t even on the team,” Juyeon said, coming off more bitter than he had expected.

Younghoon scoffed. “It’s a bold move. He must be confident that Y/N’s going to say yes.”

Juyeon squared his shoulders. He was conflicted with the swell of anger and deflation of you possibly being taken, but nevertheless, all he could do was watch helplessly as you were being asked out. From where they were on the field, Juyeon couldn’t hear much, but he could see your reactions quite well. The wolf-whistles and cheers were pissing him off, but he was fixed on you.

He turned to look towards Minho, who was practicing on the field adjacent to theirs. His best friend met his gaze immediately like they had some form of exclusive telepathic communication. Minho nodded towards you and raised a brow, as if nudging Juyeon to go interrupt them. That, however, was something he was far too cowardly to bring himself to do.

Your voice resounded clearer than Juyeon had expected.

“I’m really sorry,” you apologized sincerely, ducking your head and keeping your hands entwined behind you. “I’m not interested, but I do appreciate the gesture.”

Juyeon felt a weight lift off of his chest. He wasn’t sure if he should’ve felt relieved that you shot him down or nervous that you rejected an attractive, confident guy who clearly liked you. However, he soon had no time to mull over that when the guy’s reaction was getting more aggressive than crestfallen.

“Y/N, I asked you out in front of all these people,” he said with a distasteful laugh. “Are you seriously rejecting me right now?”

“Sorry, I just don’t want to go with you,” you replied firmly, voice dropping as you became more conscious of your surroundings. “I’m sorry it had to be public but you didn’t really give me a choice.”

For a split second, Juyeon wondered how he could still hear you when you were practically muttering at this point, and then he realized that he started walking to you without even realizing. His feet carried him unknowingly, hand balled at his side and eyes stony and trained on the guy.

“You could’ve just accepted it and told me later that you didn’t want to go with me,” he said with a scoff. “It’s like you enjoy humiliating others publicly.”

Your teammates rushed forward to argue and fend him off while you opened your mouth to protest, but Juyeon was faster, moving in front of you so he was head-to-head with the guy.

“She said she’s not interested,” he said with a threatening undertone, wondering where he managed to muster up the courage to be this assertive.

You were visibly shocked by Juyeon’s actions, and he couldn’t even blame you because he was equally just as surprised as you were. Yet, all he could do was glare daggers down at the other guy with steely eyes and frown until he backed off.

“Thanks,” you said softly once the guy had left.

Juyeon was flustered by all the girls giggling behind you but was amazed by how cool and collected you remained despite that. He turned to you, eyes softening and shoulders relaxing. He knew he was getting an earful about this from his teammates after practice and most definitely from Minho as well.

“No problem,” Juyeon replied, cheeks red. “He was bothering you. I couldn’t just ignore it.”

“That was really sweet of you, Juyeon.” You bit back a smile and suggested, “Meet you at the front gates after practice?”

“See you then.”

Even though Juyeon could’ve spent the rest of practice talking to you, he sprinted back as fast as he could because his cheeks were only getting redder as the cheerleaders gushed about what he did for you. He could hear their gossip and whispering even as he was running back to his team. Juyeon was positive he wouldn’t escape the embarrassment, though, because Lee Jaehyun was smirking at him when he got back.

“You’re blushing, dude.”

Juyeon shoved him.

There was a universal law that was newly decreed. It read: Lee Minho shall never text, call, or speak to Lee Juyeon whenever Y/N was around.

The reason for that being the fact that Juyeon was easily embarrassed and Minho’s texts were not helping his case. He felt it was rude enough to check his phone while he was walking with you, but every time he saw a notification flash, his eyes widened with sheer distress over Minho’s texts.

minho: like three people asked me if you and y/n are fucking bc of what you pulled during practice today

minho: wait are y’all fucking and just not telling me

minho: i knew it was sus that she was coming over to your house

juyeon: fake news!! stop making me feel shy :(

Juyeon decided he had enough Lee Minho for today and turned off his phone.

“That was honestly the coolest thing I’ve ever seen you do,” you gushed to Juyeon as you walked home with him, fingers looped around the straps of your backpack. “Way cooler than you punting footballs.”

“No need to flatter me,” Juyeon replied coolly but his shy smile and red-tipped ears said otherwise. “That guy was being unnecessarily aggressive.”

“His proposal was out of nowhere!” you exclaimed. “I don’t get what he expected me to do.”

Juyeon smiled through the pain. Lord, give me strength, he prayed to whatever divine power was out there.

“Are you not interested in having a date to the dance then?” Juyeon asked, looking down at you curiously.

You paused for a moment and Juyeon thought his heart would stop in anticipation for your answer. Come to think of it, he had never seen you go to a school dance with a date before. You were always with your friend group. It wouldn’t be out of the ordinary to see you stick with them, but Juyeon was hoping he could change that.

“Well,” you started, “if the right person asked me then I wouldn’t be opposed.”

Juyeon couldn’t exactly read your smile but it made him want to faint. The rest of the walk back home was spent talking about school and football, but Juyeon couldn’t get your answer to his question out of his head. He even walked past his house because his head was so full of you, resulting in you needing to stop him and tell him that they had already reached his place.

“Y/N! It’s so good to see you!” Juyeon’s mom chirped with a good-natured smile. “How has your mom been?”

Juyeon’s eyes widened upon the realization that they never stopped by at your place first to get the cookies. He opened his mouth to interject but you went on to answer.

“She’s been great, Mrs. Lee,” you replied, smiling just as big, and pulled out a box of cookies from your bag. “She wanted me to give these to you.”

“That’s so sweet! Give her my thanks,” his mom replied and opened the door wider once she accepted the cookies. “Come in for some tea, will you?”

Juyeon was practically frozen at the doorway while you were taking off your shoes and walking inside. If you had the cookies with you this entire time, then why didn’t you just give them to him to take home himself? Unless you were worried about the courtesy, it was a bit out of your way to take the time to walk home with Juyeon to deliver them.

“Juyeon, what are you doing out there?” his mom asked. “Come inside. It’s cold.”

“Right.”

Having you over at his house wasn’t exactly the sparkly fantasy that Juyeon thought it would be.

He was getting quite jealous of your mom hogging all of your attention. It wasn’t like you and Juyeon drifted apart during high school, so he wasn’t sure why his mom had to pull you away from him and have her own conversation with you. The worst part was that Juyeon couldn’t even join in on the conversation. He had no idea what they were even talking about.

That is, until his mom brought up the dance.

“Do you have a date, Y/N?” Juyeon’s mom asked.

“I don’t,” she replied. “I usually just go with my friends.”

“You’re so pretty, though,” Mrs. Lee tutted. “I’m sure someone must’ve asked you out.”

“Actually, someone asked me today,” you said. There was a moment of silence as you looked over at Juyeon while his gaze bore into yours. For a moment, you were struggling for what to say, mouthing words that weren’t being processed. Juyeon rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly once you regained your composure. “Juyeon actually helped me out.”

Mrs. Lee straightened up. “My son did?” She looked amused as she turned to Juyeon.

“Yeah,” you answered, grinning. “He was really cool.”

Juyeon blushed darkly once their eyes were on him. “W-what? I couldn’t ignore it. I wasn’t even doing that much. I was just helping out. You know, being a decent person,” he rambled and stood up. “Anyways, isn’t it getting late? Mom, Y/N has to go home soon and it’s gonna be pitch black outside if you keep her here.”

“Oh, you’re right.” Mrs. Lee frowned as she peered out the window. “Juyeon, you walk her home then.”

“What?” he sputtered out, looking between you and his mom before he caved, muttering, “I’ll go get my jacket.”

After an exchange of goodbyes, you had stepped out of the house and waited while Juyeon was slipping his shoes on. There was a moment of struggle where he had tied his laces too tight and couldn’t get the shoe on but he managed to slip it on after a few seconds of internal screaming. Juyeon zipped up his jacket the moment he stepped outside, the brisk coldness making his goosebumps rise.

“You really don’t have to walk me back,” you told Juyeon. “It’s cold outside.”

“It’s really late,” Juyeon replied, rubbing his hands together in hopes that the friction would provide some heat. “You shouldn’t be walking home by yourself, and I really don’t mind.”

“Thanks,” you mumbled, ducking your face. “For this, for what you did during practice—everything.”

Juyeon was glad that you weren’t looking at him because his mouth was opening and closing over and over again like a fish. He was also thankful for the fact that he could blame the dust of pink across his cheeks on the cold winter bite. Unfortunately, you lived close by so Juyeon didn’t have time to come up with a cool response and he didn’t want to leave things like this. There was a good vibe going on and he was upset that he couldn’t act upon it; when it came to you, Lee Juyeon was a coward.

“Um, we’re here so…” Juyeon trailed off when he turned to you, sort of thrown off by how beautiful you looked with your windswept hair and flushed cheeks. Dazed, he reached forward and moved a strand of your hair out of your face. “It’s good I walked you home and you’re not like, lost or… something—I’ll shut up now.”

You laughed, and it was an octave higher as if you were rattled from him touching your hair. “Ah, yes, a few streets down can be a harrowing trek.”

Juyeon laughed with you before his eyes settled on you. Your hands were crossed, rubbing your arms that were prickled with goosebumps. A wave of guilt washed through Juyeon and led him to strip his jacket off immediately. He ignored the piercing chill and put his jacket around your shoulders, making sure they covered your bare arms.

“My house is right here,” you argued. “You’re going to be cold.”

“Keep it on. I have something to tell you after the game,” Juyeon said firmly. It was his second burst of courage for you today and he was a little too amped up for his own good. “If you don’t like it then give me back my jacket tomorrow.”

Before you could respond, Juyeon turned on his heel and bolted home, the biggest grin across his face because he was head-over-heels for you.

Juyeon had never been so nervous in his life.

The game was underway, Juyeon’s leg bouncing as he eyeballed the scoreboard. His team was strong in the first two quarters, cutting it close by the third, but now they were neck-to-neck. They had ended with a tie and now they decided to go into overtime for the sake of choosing a winner for the game. It was a sudden death round so whoever scored first would win the game. Juyeon, however, found it difficult to concentrate.

Especially with Lee Minho breathing down his back.

“Are you ready?” his best friend asked.

“Yes—well, no, but I don’t really have a choice.”

“That’s true.”

“I already made the sign and told the team and everything,” Juyeon whined. “I really screwed myself over, Minho.”

Minho pushed at the back of his head. “Dude, I’m talking about the game.”

“Oh, that—that’s fine,” Juyeon stammered. “Fifteen minutes—we just have to win, and then I have to ask out the most amazing person I’ve ever met.”

“You could chicken out,” Minho suggested, “but that also comes with me never letting you live it down.”

“You see, I kind of already implied that I’m going to tell her something important.”

“You did?” Minho’s voice was somewhere between shocked and impressed.

“Shit, I gotta go,” Juyeon muttered, pushing himself off the bench. “Keep the poster safe for me!”

“Good luck, champ!”

Juyeon, sweaty and bangs sticking to his forehead, had to ignore every distraction and think about winning the game before his stomach threw itself into a pool of anxiety over asking you out. He got in a huddle with his team in the remaining fifteen seconds they had before they had to get in formation and lowered the facemask of his helmet. It was up to this one last play to determine whether they would win the game or not.

“Just like we practiced, alright?” Juyeon told them. “Double-wing power pass. We get them to bite thinking it’s a run play and then open up a passing lane.”

“Alright, let’s go,” Jaehyun cheered, and the rest of them put in their mouth guards and lowered their facemasks.

Juyeon took a shaky breath as he got in formation at the line of scrimmage. His heart was racing but he wasn’t sure it was about the game. Nevertheless, he steeled his nerves and held his ground. The whistle blew and the crowd was silent, observing the tension on the field carefully.

“Silver-80! Silver-80! Hut! Hut! Hike!” Juyeon yelled, and the center, Sangyeon, snapped the ball to him.

Juyeon faked a handoff to Jaehyun, the fullback, and spun around, rolling to his right. Changmin sped up in front of Juyeon to defend him. A smile tugged at Juyeon’s lips. Their plan was working just as he intended, but there was a problem: they couldn’t open up a passing lane for the running backs like he thought they would. The play was too rushed, so it wasn’t ever a guarantee.

So Juyeon had to do what he would normally deem crazy.

He spun at the sight of the other team coming to tackle him and skirted around the field, belting down the field. He dodged past another linebacker that tried to body him. His primary motivation was that he didn’t want a concussion before he confessed to you, but he assumed it was okay to admit that to himself as long as he didn’t throw the game.

Juyeon felt a hand grab him but he pushed forward, running across the goal line and into the end zone. He threw the ball down and cried out in joy as he scored a touchdown. The whistle blew and the scoreboard flipped. They won.

He did it.

Juyeon’s team ran to him, cheering at the top of their lungs. He was lifted up on Jaehyun and Younghoon’s shoulders, grinning happily before his heart sunk back down. The cheerleaders ran to the field, cheering and tossing their pom poms up. The crowd was roaring. Juyeon was realizing that he had to do the scariest thing that a heterosexual teenage boy ever had to experience.

“Jaehyun, Jaehyun,” Juyeon tapped his shoulder quickly. “We have no time. I have to do it now.”

“Oh shit.”

Jaehyun and Younghoon dropped Juyeon onto the turf. Juyeon winced at the sudden impact, gathering himself back to his feet and hoping you didn’t witness that. Jaehyun gave him a half-assed apology and pushed him forward to run and get his poster and flowers from Minho. Jaehyun then grabbed Changmin by the shoulders, urging him to go to the announcer’s booth.

Juyeon sprinted over to Minho, waving his hands dramatically. “Give, give, give,” he demanded amongst all the cheering.

Minho didn’t waste any time and pushed the poster and bouquet into Juyeon’s hands. “Break a leg, tiger.”

“Trust me, I nearly did.”

Juyeon jogged back onto the field, cheeks hot and head a little dizzy for what was about to come. He didn’t even tell his mom he was going to ask you out and she had to watch her son ask his best friend out to the dance. This was probably going to be a moment of utter humiliation but once Juyeon saw you in your high ponytail with a bright smile on your face, all that fear faded away and it was just you and him.

More importantly, you were wearing his jacket over your uniform and Juyeon felt like he was going to combust from the cuteness.

“Guys, guys,” Jaehyun called to the team. “Surround Juyeon. Make sure Y/N doesn’t see him.”

Juyeon’s heart was beating a hundred miles per second. He was glad he was running on the adrenaline from winning the game because otherwise, he would be cowering in fear and sweating buckets right now.

“Everyone, listen up!” Changmin spoke over the intercom. “First of all, the football team scored a major dub today—ow! Sunwoo, cut it out—alright, I’ll get to it!” Changmin broke from the mic and started bickering with Sunwoo.

There was a pause, and Juyeon was surprised to hear Minho’s voice fill the speakers, “Anyways, my buddy and our star quarterback, Juyeon, has something to say for a special someone.”

The crowd fell silent, a couple cheers and wolf-whistles as it was pretty obvious that a confession was about to happen.

“This is so fucking fluffy,” Sunwoo mumbled.

“Shut up, Sunwoo,” Juyeon replied, nudging him with his elbow.

The football team moved out of the way so that they weren’t huddled around Juyeon anymore. Juyeon’s breath caught in his throat as he walked forward to the middle of the field, holding up his sign, reading: Will you be my sunshine?

“Y/N,” he called out loudly, “honestly this confession is long overdue, but will you go to Winter Ball with me tonight and be my sunshine?”

The crowd started cheering and whistling again, and Juyeon wanted to die. She hadn’t even given him her answer yet and everyone was acting like she had agreed and they eloped. The cheerleaders pushed Y/N forward and she approached Juyeon, looking like a deer in headlights.

Juyeon took another shaky breath and continued, “I’ve been in love with you for so long so it would be an honor if I could take you to the dance,” he said and his voice dropped to a whisper. “I’m sorry if this is uncomfortable for you.”

You bit your lip but that wasn’t enough to contain the happiness that showed on your face. You zipped up Juyeon’s jacket and threw yourself into his arms. Everyone practically exploded but Juyeon was sure his heartbeat was louder. He wrapped his arms around you and buried his face into your shoulder.

Was this what people called a Christmas miracle?

“Oh shit!” Changmin screamed over the intercom. (“Shut up, they’re having a moment,” Minho’s faint voice was picked up in the background).

“Oh my god, you just made me the happiest man alive,” he mumbled.

You pulled back and reached forward to move his damp bangs off of his forehead. “Took you long enough.”

“Wait, did you—did you like me?” Juyeon choked out.

You laughed and cupped his face in your hands. There was a shaky inhale and exhale of breaths when his lips brushed against yours, and Juyeon closed the distance, kissing you like he was starved of your touch. His hold tightened on you as you melted into him, and then you both pulled away, smiling and dazed and lovesick.

You giggled. “Does that answer your question?”

“Yes,” he breathed out, grinning as he brushed his nose against yours.

Juyeon could care less about all the presents and holiday cheer because he had you and you were all he wanted.

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acewithapaintbrush · 3 years

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You remember my headcanon for how and why MK drew the company logo for Pigsys shop? I haven't written fanfiction in years but I got inspired and typed this up. English is not my mother language but it should be alright, please enjoy:

***********

Here we go again.

Pigsy stirrs the noodles in his old reliable pot and sighs rather deeply. He does his best ignoring the tuft of hair darting in and out of the corners of his sight but that will only get him so far. As he knows very well from experience by now.

“Kid. Get over here already."

A giggle is his only answer as the small and scrawny boy climbs onto the only rickety chair that stands in front of Pigsys noodle cart. Brown eyes peek through unruly hair and a wide grin meets the pig demons stare.

"Hi Mr. Pigsy. Sir."

"Just Pigsy is fine kid. The usual?"

"My name is MK!" The boy, MK has an impressive pout, Pigsy will give him that. "And yes please!"

Pigsy prepares the bowl. The kid always orders the smallest dish but if you ask him, the boy is way too skinny. Pigsy always adds a little bit more to the dish, not that he would ever admit that.

"So, school alright?"

"Mei wasn't there today so it was really boring and Len tried to steal my pencils again but Ms. Guz stopped him. And then-"

Pigsy grunts here and there, not exactly ignoring the ramblings of a school boy but not exactly listening either. MKs voice is a surprisingly nice background noise and the constant chatter is definitely better than the silent and sad staring the boy had done the first few times he had braved Pigsys noodle cart.

"Well," Pigsy interrupts the retelling of the day and places his definitely larger than it should be order of noodles on the counter. "Sounds like a riot. Here you go."

In a well practiced dance, MK grabs the bowl with one hand and throws the money on the counter with the other. The first few times Pigsy was disturbed by the way MK would guard his bowl and devour the contents in a manner of minutes but by now the actions only bring a tired frown to his face.

"Slow down kid. You're gonna choke."

MK tries to answer and promptly chokes.

*********

Something is not right.

Pigsy steals a glance at his watch and frowns. The kid should have been here by now. Did school let out later that day? Is it a holiday that he forgot about?

Pigsy gives in and sticks his head out of the noodle cart to look up and down the street and ah, there is the tuft of brown hair. Half hidden behind a dumpster. MK peeks out, sees Pigsy watching him, gives a little 'eek' and hides behind the dumpster again.

What the heck is going on?

"Kid!" Pigsy yells and is gratified when the boy peeks out again. "What are you doing over there? Get over here!"

MK shuffles over, head down and fiddling with his ratty old backpack. Something about the sight bothers Pigsy. A lot.

"Your usual?"

"I'm. I'm not hungry today."

Pigsy narrows his eyes. MK is many things, but a good liar is not one of them.

"Try again."

And Pigsy is shocked to see tears in the corners of the kids eyes and a deep flush taking over his cheeks.

"I couldn't find -. I mean, I don't have enough money today."

And Pigsy is a hard business pig. He works many hours. Every day. He saves money so he can finally leave the noodle cart behind and afford that wonderful empty restaurant down the street and live his dream.

He has nothing to give away for free.

And while all that is true, he nonetheless fires up the pot and prepares a huge bowl of noodles for a small boy.

"Mr. Pigsy, I-"

"This one's on the house." At MKs doubtful look he elaborates. "You are my most loyal customer. Would probably be out of a job without you by now. Only this once, though. Got it?"

And maybe no money exchanges hands that day but MKs blinding smile might just be payment enough.

********

Turns out, Pigsy gets some payment after all the next day.

He stares at the picture the kid shoved into his hands with a kind of baffled amazement.

"You did this?"

The kid looks everywhere but at him. "Sorry it's not much. But I wanted to thank you for yesterday. So-"

Not much turns out to be a beautiful drawing of Pigsy with a bowl of noodles. Strong lines, happy colors and a grin on drawing-pigsys face that threatens to break out on the original as well.

"This is amazing! Can't believe you did this. I mean, what are you? Five?"

"Hey I'm nine!" MKs indignation doesn't last long. "You really like it? Really really?"

"I really like it. Thank you."

MK glows. There is no other word to describe it. The worries of the world he seems to carry with him some times fall away and Pigsy is left looking at a small child that is bursting at the seams with happiness, all because a old grumpy pig said he liked his drawing.

And Pigsy's chest aches, in all the right ways.

"Tell you what. This is gonna be my company logo as soon as I get my own restaurant."

MK blinks. "What?"

"It's perfect. Of course, as the creator I need your permission. Do I have your permission? I'll give you free noodles for the rest of your life at my new restaurant if you say yes."

Pigsy can see it in the kids eyes. MK doesn't believe him, thinks he is just pulling his leg, but MK wouldn't be MK if he wasn't up for some leg pulling.

"Sure Mr. Pigsy. But I want the big bowl."

"Deal."

And they shake on it and later at home Pigsy puts the picture up besides the photograph of the place he will buy sooner or later, even if it kills him, and every time he looks at it he is reminded of the fact that he has a new reason to keep going.

He's got a loyal customer to feed.

*****

When the kid is 15 he is already way taller than Pigsy so when the pig man shows him his new restaurant and the logo all over the place Pigsy almost collapses under the weight of a crying and laughing MK. His back is gonna kill him tomorrow but it will be worth it.

Everything was worth it.

"Come on kid. I owe you some noodles."

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rezzyromance · 3 years

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Cute mini fic idea☺️

You know those love heart sweets with the messages on? Y/n gets her hands on some from the Duke.

Y/n leaves some on Heisenberg’s work bench to share with random messages she pays no mind to.

These are the messages on each one

Kiss me

I’m yours

I love you

Email me (the himbo doesn’t understand because why email when y/n is right there??)

Heisenberg finds them + gets confused thinking y/n is trying to tell him something.

After some mental gymnastics and back + forth he bites the bullet + kisses y/n.

Imagine how confused y/n would be but rolls with it because she wants him too? Especially when he mentions the email one 🤣🤣

This is so creative thank you!

The Duke never failed to disappoint when it came to new items you've never seen before. Whether it's a new collectable that you have no clue how he got his hands on, or a fun foreign snack, he always had so many surprises. During your visit today, you were simply picking up some stuff for Karl. Of course, the Duke had everything he was looking for. But, he made a new offer as well.

"(Y/N), I have something you may be interested in.", he said. "Oh? And what would that be?", your curiosity got the best of you. "I've acquired these little candy hearts. They're meant to be a sweet treat you share with a loved one or someone you care about. I'm not sure who I work with that would like this other than you. Perhaps you could put them to good use." He handed you a box of little heart candies and you put them in your pocket before saying your goodbyes. You would've discussed them more, but Karl was eager about some new supplies that he wanted you to pick up so you didn't want to waste any time.

On the walk home, you opened the box and took one of the candies out. You only observed it a little before trying it. It wasn't overwhelmingly sweet and the texture was soft but chalky. You knew he'd probably like them.

You make it back to the factory and quickly make it to Karl's office where he was hunched over at his desk, busy at work. "I got your stuff. How's the work going?" You place his supplies near his desk and wait for his answer. "Well, it's work. It's not gonna get itself done." He said bluntly. "Well, sounds like it's going well." You put your hand in your pocket and grab one of the heart candies, quickly pulling it out and placing it on his desk before leaving the room. He looks over at the candy, confused of what it was. He took the small item in his hand and scanned each side of it. One side was blank while the other said "Kiss me". "What's this?" He tried to be a little loud so you could hear from outside of the room by now. "Just a little treat." With curiosity, he put the candy in his mouth and continued working as the pleasant taste filled his mouth. The taste didn't last long, but the words did. "Does she want me to kiss her? I mean the message was pretty straight forward." He thought.

A few hours passed and you were bored. Since there's not much to do around the factory, you sometimes take up small chores to help out Karl. You walk back into his office with a broom and begin to sweep the floors. They weren't particularly dirty, but it gave you something to do. Many of the candies still sat in your pocket. As you swept around the room, you quietly placed another candy on his desk. Without a word, you pick up all the swept up dust and other junk from the floor and left the room. When you're gone, he takes a look at the new candy. "I'm yours." It read. A smile grew on his face. "Hm.... guess she knows what she wants."

A few more hours pass and now he's in a different room. His workshop room. He was trying to design a new, elaborate weapon to attach to some new experiments. You peek inside for only a bit, cautiously avoiding the weapon that was being built. "You're doing great." You say as you place another candy on a table beside him. You left without another word. Normally, you wouldn't be checking on him so many times a day. But, you liked the idea of congratulating him on his hard work. After all, he does put so much of his energy into his work.

He became eager to read each new message. He quickly checks the words on this candy. "Call me." "Call me? But I'm right here. " He says, but you've already left the room. "She must be playing hard to get." He stopped working on the intense weapon in front of him and began to think. He was feeling so many new things that confused him, but he wasn't against it.

He was finally done with his work for the day. With a lot of confusing and new thoughts on his mind, he walked out of his workshop. You weren't too far away and you could hear the door opening and closing. You make your way over to where you heard the noise so you could give him another treat. When he saw you walking towards him, he froze. It was a feeling he had never felt before in his life. He felt nervous and was worried that if he were to speak, it would come out all stuttered and weird. "Hey! Done for the day?" You ask and hand him another candy from your pocket. He held it and stared at it for a bit which confused you. Why wasn't he just eating it? You glanced at the candy and noticed something you had been oblivious to before. There was writing on it, but you were unable to read it from where you stood. But, he could read it. He could read the words very clearly. "I love you."

He swallowed anxiously and looked at you for a second. "Are you alright?" You ask. Suddenly, after taking a deep breath to prepare himself, he brings his body even closer to yours. He places his hand on the back of your neck and pulls your face closer to his as he leans into a sudden kiss. You nearly gasp against his lips at first, but loosen up under his touch. It wasn't expected and it was confusing, but you didn't mind it. You even placed your hands on his chest for support, worried you may melt into the kiss so much that you'd fall over. He pulls away and looks into your eyes, unsure of everything at that moment. It scared him to feel so unsure about something. But, the smile on your face and glimmer in your eyes helped ease his stress.

"What was that for?" You ask softly, still resting your hands on his chest. "Well, you did tell me earlier to kiss you." His words caused you to tilt your head in confusion. "What?" "The candies. The ones you've been giving me all day. They said stuff like 'kiss me' and 'I'm yours'" He held out the most recent uneaten candy for you to see. Low and behold, the words "I love you" were printed on it. "One of them even said 'call me' which I thought was particularly strange considering we're never too far apart." You had no idea what to say. Your face grew hot and red with embarassment. He realized what had happened. "You had no idea they said anything, did you?" He too felt incredibly embarrassed now. You began to laugh at the comically bizarre situation. He didn't know whether to be mad or laugh along with you. "I had no clue they said anything!" You pressed your forehead to his chest as you continued to laugh.

His confusion from earlier only grew stronger. "So, you weren't secretly hinting at your love for me?" He felt like a fool for thinking anyone could feel that way about him, especially you. "No, but I'm glad I was even if I didn't notice it." "What? But, I'm sure you didn't actually want me to kiss you, right?" You broke the eye contact with him by looking at the floor in attempts to hide your newfound bashfulness. "Well, I don't mind. I mean.. I didn't mind it..." The room was quiet which only made you more nervous. "I really liked it actually. I really... like you." You felt his thumb rub your chin as he held it gently. Your breath hitches at the touch as he slowly cranes your head up so you can see his face once again. His classic grin had paved its way back onto his face. You smile and pull him into a kiss once again. This time you both melted a little as this one helped ease the tension. You pull away and giggle at the bizarre situation.

"Call me?" "I'd love to."

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laketaj24 · 4 years

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Serotonin II

Author’s Note: Here it is! I am taking requests, and the taglist is open, drop your name under this fic or on this list if you are interested! This does have a prior part but can be read as a standalone.

Pairing: Colson Baker x Reader

Warning: Smut, breeding kink

Inspo Song: Bad Things

Part I

My MASTERLIST

Colson: Busy?

Y/N: Why would I be busy?

Colson: For sure ain’t been answering my texts 🥱

Y/N: You need something, Col?

Colson: You know you only call me Col when you’re half asleep or whimpering my name when you about to cum. Let me come over.

Tongue-tied, his messages left you baffled. They were a smooth variation of sexting mixed with pleading. Every message included a very Colson apology but a rebuttal that followed and reminded you why you couldn’t fall back in the same routine with him. It was easy to picture yourself back with him, nestled against his lean frame - listening to his voice as it rumbled against his chest as he rambled on. You saw it clear as day, but the truth of the matter was he didn’t do what you required to have you back in his life. Fucking you in the bathroom of some club like a whore, giving your body a fix, but your heart and mind still felt that hesitation when it came to Mr. Baker.

“Are you listening?” Dana asked, holding up the soy powder milk for your nephew.

“I heard you clear as day.”

“You sure you didn’t just daydream the entire I talked about not feeding Jaylen after seven?” Dana placed the soy milk on the table and glanced down at her newborn. “If you’re not up to it, I can stay. I hate going out of town so soon after having him.” She tapped her soon on the back a few times and exhaled.

“We will be fine.”

“You say this, but I don’t believe you.”

“Why?”

“You’re head has been shot ever since you broke up with the delinquent.” She rolled her eyes. “And what pisses me off is Tyla loves him!” She whispered and turned her attention to the seven-year-old parked in front of the tv. “I mean worships him.”

“I know. Colson is good with kids.”

“Because he’s childish.” She added. “He’s basically a six variant of one.”

“You can’t say one thing nice?”

“His music isn’t shitty,” Dana added. “I will be back at eight for the both of them, and I swear not to do this again, just my boss needs me, and their dad is busy.” She lied. “So- I love you, sis. Call Eric!” Dana kissed your cheek and sprinted out the door without another word.

Eric, you hadn’t seen him since you left the club a week ago, and you barely responded to his texts. The ride home was awkward; the entire time, he talked about how much he enjoyed the night. And the only thing you could think about was getting bent over in the bathroom by your ex. Good date.

Auntie duty had started. Diapers, Tiktok, YouTube, and some weird pig cartoon lay ahead of you for the next nine hours. Jaylen slept peacefully in his playpen, unbothered by his mother's lack while Tyla consumed her tv.

Colson: I got food open the door.

Y/N: What door?

Colson: Your apartment door. It’s Chipotle.

Fuck, you were hungry.

Y/N: Leave the food on the porch.

Colson: I’m not a god damn door dash.

The abrupt knocking startled Jaylen, soo you took him in your arms and walked to the door, “Stay in the living room Tyla.”

“K,” She answered, not even looking up from her phone.

You opened the door revealing Colson in his pink hoodie and gray joggers. He held bags of food in his hand and garnished a big smile on his face, “You look good with a baby.”

“Why are you here?”

“You wouldn’t come to see me or invite me over, so invited myself over. Can I come in?”

“No.” Jaylen stirred in your arms, his plump little legs kicked, and you sighed. “I am busy today. That’s why I didn’t invite you over. I have to keep my nieces and nephews, and every time you are over here, you either curse too much or we end up fucking.”

“Watch your mouth.” He teased.

“How were you texting with all that in your hands?” You stared at him.

“You know I got talented hands.”

“Colson!”

Why? You grimaced inwardly before looking at your overly excited niece, she loved Colson, and you hated to admit, he might be an asshole sometimes, but he loved kids. He was a wonder with them. You slapped your face, disappointed there was not a way to hide the massive man at your door. “He can’t stay.” You answered before the question left your lips.

“Why? Please!” Tyla pouted her pink lips and threw her arms up in defeat. “We never see him anymore.”

“That’s your aunt’s fault,” Colson added fuel to the fire. “I won’t stay long.” He pushed through, entering your apartment to greet Tyla with a hug at her level and a sly wink to you. Kids were the way to your heart – and his, but he would not win you over with this bullshit today. Not at all. “You hungry, Tyla?”

“Yeah, ten minutes, and you’re out.”

“Damn.”

“Tiktok?’ she held up her phone and the ring light from her purple book bag. “Please.”

“Word, what are we learning?” He raised his brows to you and proceeded to make himself comfortable on the couch; she was ecstatic, immediately standing to do a dance and drag you over to learn it too. Tiktok had become the bane of your existence, but for Tyla and her half a million followers, she was golden.

One hour later and you were tired, you’d perfected the dance, and Colson had convinced her to let him skip the dancing and just be—it was all he had to do though, she’d get one million views just because of who he was, and now everyone would know you were with him. Your heart dropped a little thinking about the exposure while she edited the video next to both of you.

“Why is Uncle Colson never around?” Tyla never looked up from her phone; she just continued her mission of posting that sixty-second video and ruining your life.

“He’s not your uncle.” You corrected.

“That’s your aunt’s fault too.” He added.

“Don’t start with me.” The harsh whisper came out as a warning, waking baby Jaylen from his nap and making Colson chuckle in amusement.

“I like him; I want him in the family.”

“I want a million dollars.”

“I can give you that.” He said.

“And a loyal boyfriend who doesn’t text insta-sluts in his spare time.”

“Don’t use sluts in front of her damn; your mouth is outrageous Y/N.”

The narrowing of your eyes made him burst into laughter again. He was damn good at annoying you like he had it mastered.

The day passed quickly with him making eyes at you, caring for Jaylen while she styled Colson’s hair in four ponytails atop his head, garnished with bows, and she even attempted to give him edges. He didn’t care; as long as she was happy, he was good.

“You look a mess.”

“It’s cool.” Colson snapped a picture. “Been waiting forever to see if ponytail was for me or not; it’s a no.” He sat back on the couch while Tyla disappeared to your room for god knows what else. “You look good with babies, you know?”

“You’ve said that.”

“I meant it; you’re good with them too.” He sighed. “I thought about kids with us, like every damn day.”

“Funny.” You shrugged, and she appeared with your bright pink polish. “What’re you doing, Tyla?”

“Painting his nails.” She plopped down in front of him, and without hesitation, he held his hand out for her. “We did blue last time.”

“Yep.” He exhaled. “Don’t you want this?”

He didn’t have to elaborate; you knew what he was talking about, but a family was the last thing from your mind, no matter how perfect the scenario looked right now. “Do you?”

Colson smacked his lips. “We can talk later.”

“You leaving when they do.” You reiterated.

The door opened thirty minutes later without a knock or doorbell; Dana never announced herself. “I see he found his way back in.” Her mouth dropped as soon as her eyes met him. “Tyla just had her way today, didn’t she.” She laughed. “Oh god, she gave this man braids.”

“Your daughter is talented.” He laughed. “Might be a new look.”

“Ridiculous.” She held her laughter. “Ty, get up and come on, love; we have a long drive.” She took Jaylen from your chest and gave you a look. “How long is he staying?”

“Not long, sis, drive safe.”

“I will. Colson, you leave in ten minutes, or I’m sending our brother over.” She pointed to him.

“I’m not scared of Michael; send him.” Why did his arrogance only make you want him more? He looked to Dana, who, like him, was not bothered.

“I hate him.” She mumbled as she left. “I just fucking hate him.”

“It’s mutual!” Colson laughed as the door shut. “You’re gonna stay over there the whole time?”

“Aint no reason for me to be over there for real.” You thought of three reasons to stay where you were, the drop in his voice, the tension in this room that could be cut with a knife, and when he was alone with you, your willpower was nonexistent. “You have five minutes.”

“We aren’t going to talk about this, are we? You like being evasive and shit? That you’re new persona?”

“I have no new persona. This is me not playing into all the bullshit you bring when you’re with me. This is a wall.”

“I’m about to knock that wall over.” He smirked.

“Stay on your couch.” You warned.

Colson held his hands up, acting defenseless, “I wasn’t moving from this spot.”

“My sister hates you, you know that? She literally said that I would be better off leaving Cali before staying here with your toxic ass.” You found yourself pointing at him and wanting to knock that smile from his face. Colson liked to see you get feisty with him; he called that foreplay, and here you were dancing to the beat of his drum, pissed.

“How am I toxic? I stopped all that shit for you, every ounce of it.”

“Stop lying.”

Colson grinned at you, unwavering in his position and impressed that you were persistent in yours; your usual fights lasted about one day. You’d take him back, and everything went back to how it was before, but that changed nothing; you wanted him to change. “I am not lying to you. Come here.”

You walked over to him, taking his hand and allowing him to pull you down in his lap. Facing him, you admired all the little cuts he’d earned over the years in senseless fights or accidents. Your fingers traced over them before you cupped his face. What the fuck were you doing? Why were the two of you akin to magnets? Drawing one another in half of the time and then at the flip of a side hating one another? You placed your lips on him, parting his lips with your tongue and then flicking playfully over his teeth before he caught your bottom lip with his teeth and tugged. The slight pressure made you moan against him. He cradled your neck with one hand, not allowing you to escape him. Colson deepened the kiss, adding pressure and taking what little breath you had away. “I fucking miss you, Y/N.” He rasped.

"Don't talk.”You murmured back.

Colson didn’t listen; he never listened. “You were good with them today.”

You growled, grinding your hips on him. “Shut up, Colson.”

“I want to talk to you, I want you back Y/N, shit. Like I am trying, I canceled recording sessions, appearances, and other shit all this month so we can figure this out. I don’t want to-,”

You stopped him from talking, gripping his cock through the sweats with one hand and kissing him to shut up.

“Stop.” In one fluid motion, your hands were by your side, and your eyes were on his, “We’re talking; I was not fucking other women. But I was entertaining them, and it’s no excuse. I know you’re hurt; I’m sorry. Like real talk, no joke – I apologize.”

“How do I know it won’t happen again?’

“I'll delete all this shit for you,” He admitted. “Fuck a platform.”

“You’re so dramatic.”

“I’m dead ass right now. Fuck it all. I just want you.”

“If it happens again, I am never taking you back, ever.”

“It won’t.” He whispered, loosening the grip on your hands.

You took advantage of the notion, moving your hand down to his cock, rubbing the hilt through his sweats again.

“Nah,” He gripped your hair, pulling you back, so your eyes met him. “It’s my turn now.” He pushed aside your shorts in seconds, and his fingers plunged into your pussy, curling for a moment and then spinning out of you. He placed his fingers on your lips, “Open up.” You didn’t hesitate to take his fingers, licking your own juices from them, and he tapped your face sending a slight pleasurable sting. “How you taste?”

“Ready.” You pulled him from the sweats feeling him jump at your cool hands, and stood up, wriggling out of the shorts before hovering back over him again.

Colson playfully tosses you on your couch, draping one leg to the ground. “Let me taste.” He whispered as he descended between your legs. Colson’s fingers brushed your swollen clit, before his lips latched on, sucking. You bowed from the couch, the moans and scratched to his shoulders done nothing but encourage. He lapped up your juices before diving his tongue into you and swirling around. You gasped, surprised and pleased as he worked.

“Col-“ You gripped his shoulders, lifting yourself from laying down, and he took full advantage, pulling you onto his face and fucking you with his tongue. Your body coiled, the jolts of pleasure popped around your body, and then you came. The white-hot energy surged through your body, and you panted, shaking, almost collapsing back on the couch. He caught you peppering the wet kisses from your pussy to your mouth.

“You good?”

“Better than.” You whispered, breathing heavily. “ Shit.”

“We’re not done.” Of course, you weren’t; his cock throbbed against his leg, waiting to ruin your life, and here you were still out of breath. Colson gently pulled you from the couch, sitting you in his lap, and he started once again with the kisses. You could taste yourself on his lips, and for some reason, that just made you wetter for him. He took advantage of stroking himself before he lowered you down on him. You took every inch, mouth slightly open and hair swinging the entire time. You pressed your breast against his chest, savoring the warm feeling of his cock inside of you, and then you started moving on him. Your muscles clenched around, gripping him with each stroke. Your clit rubbed against his pelvic bone; you took that added pleasure in stride biting your lip as it intensified every time your skin met.

Colson’s eyes were hooked on you, his fingers dug in your ass, guiding you up and down on his cock, urging you to keep going, and there was no way in hell you were going to stop. You could feel it building once again, this time bigger. “Hold it.” He whispered, knowing you were about once more. “Not yet.”

“Ah,” Impatience grew over you; you slowed your ride, winding your hips slowly, your eyes closed as you took over, fucking up into you, guiding your body to take more. “I can’t.” You whined as you fought to hold the orgasm back.

“Yeah, you can.” He slammed into you harder, knocking the breath from you, your toes curled, and you screamed as you shook against him. “I wanna feel that pussy shake around me when I cum; hold it.” He slapped your clit with three fingers, and your breath hitched. “Hold it.” His hand travels up your shirt to your bare stomach, and he kisses you once more. “Y/N.” His hips rocked slowly, but then he started to fuck you quicker, the tip of his dick hitting your g-spot each time. You were a screaming mess, biting down on his shoulder. That done the trick he spasms against you growling. His warm cum triggered you. You came, sinking down and taking all of it. “Shit, you cheated.”

“You would’ve lasted forever.” You smiled lazily.

“Is that a complaint or a compliment?”

“Both.”

You wince, sliding off him, “right.” He rolled his eyes. “Now we gotta eat reheated Chipotle.” he stood up, fixing his pants. “Can I stay?”

“I guess.” You pulled the blanket over you, snuggling into your favorite place on the couch. He heads into the kitchen, and you reach for your phone, wondering what threat your sister had for you.

Meg: Are you still coming tonight?

This was not your phone; of course, it wasn’t. You unlocked the phone, clicking her name to look at the messages. But there is only red as Colson makes his way back into the living room. You throw the phone across the room, hitting the wall, and he stares at you. “What the fuck?”

“Take you and that Chipotle and get out.”

“Damn, what the Chipotle do?”

A/N: One more part coming. I’ll drop it next week, I think! Thank yall for reading! Let me know what you think!!

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desertsquiet · 2 years

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Album of the month - June 2022: Our Mother the Mountain - Townes Van Zandt

“My home is Colorado with her proud mountains tall

Where the rivers like gypsies down her black canyons fall

Well, I'm a long way from Denver with a long way to go

So lend an ear to my singin' 'cause I'll be back no more”

I have so many things to say about this month’s pick I don’t even know where to start. It opens with the playfully allusive Be Here To Love Me and never was the opening track to an album more misleading as far as the tone you’d expect it to set. It’s the last glimmer of light in an ocean of darkness that threatens to suck you in forever. Kathleen sets things straight right away: “it’s plain to see the sun won’t shine today, but I ain’t in the mood for sunshine anyway”. When Townes refers to some of his songs as hopeless, this one has to be at the very top of the list as far as I’m concerned. When pain is unbearable and darkness is the only answer. Among other things, “Kathleen” stands for addiction, definitely, though “Soon I’m gonna see my sweet Kathleen” sounds like longing for an even more definitive way to “stop the pain”. It’s a knife to the heart. The first time I heard it I was left with a feeling of uneasiness so strong I eventually had to stop the album about half way through. It took me about a month to pick up the courage to listen to another album of his in full (and I’m so glad I did). Death is a sinister presence all over this album, and unlike every other studio release, on Our Mother the Mountain there are almost no lighter tracks that can bring you relief from it. The only ones that come close to that, Like a Summer Thursday and Second Lover’s Song, are as beautifully touching and gentle as they are melanchonic and sad. Love is not a benevolent force, it’s deception and distruction, often expressed through fairytale like imagery. Like in the title track, where a woman “with hair black as midnight and a dress made of satin all shimmering blue” turns out to be a vengeful demon, or in She Came and She Touched Me, where through a whirl of beautifully constructed rethorical figures, you soon find yourself picking up on words like “nothingness”, “betrayed”, “illusions”. To end the trio of songs that more clearly seem to be elaborating on the end of his first marriage, Why She’s Acting This Way contains without a doubt the most cruel words he’s ever written: “Ah give your lover a call/If your legs start to fail/And he'll come break your fall/With a bed full of nails”. If death is still mostly metaphorical in the first half of the album, the suicidal undertones become explicit in the stretch of 4 narrative songs starting with St. John the Gambler and ending with My Proud Mountains. Caroline, from the new, somber version of Tecumseh Valley, is the only one who has a name, but they are all doomed characters, abbandoned by a cruel world that leaves them death as the only option. There’s a scary musical and lyrical cohesion to this album that very few people could ever achieve. It’s a songwriter completely laying his soul bare in front of us, showing us his gentle side, but also his vicious side. His worst instincts and fears and insecurities, his willingness to be drawn in by that darkness that is in all of us. And by doing that it challenges the listener to pay attention and suffer through the pain of confronting you with some of your own worst traits because it’s worth it. Getting to know all these songs better was a slow, difficult process but one I’m happy to have struggled through this month, as it’s been incredibly rewarding.

“And he’s gentle and wild, a child of the mountain” writes Susanna Clark in Black Haired Boy, a song that despite her protests is unmistakably about her best friend and soulmate and him alone. It’s not even the only lyric from it that seems to be in reference to Our Mother the Mountain specifically. Wether it was intentional or not, the line “I’ve seen him fall down to laugh and stand up to cry” perfectly echoes “Like silence she stands, like laughter she falls” from Why She’s Acting This Way. The mountain theme of this album becomes all the more meaningful when you’re aware of what the mountains of Colorado, his “proud mountains”, really meant to Townes Van Zandt. They were his second home growing up, and later they became a symbol of purity and peace. Every summer he would visit his mountains and for a couple of months he was forced to keep his addictions in check. Only for those couple of month he could really find his true self and finally be free. So I guess I find it beautiful that despite how hopeless this album feels, the mountains stand for something beautiful and hopeful we’re all longing for in our life. A place we always want to get back to.

#tw addiction #tw suicide #tw depression #album of the month #townes van zandt #susanna clark #our mother the mountain

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Magnolias In Springtime: Part Two

Namjoon x Reader

Genre: Arranged marriage!AU, ABO (Alpha/Beta/Omega) dynamics, fluff, and smut

Warnings: Mentions of infertility, mentions of miscarriages, unprotected sex, dirty talk, impregnation sex, impregnation kink, oral (both Namjoon and reader receiving), penetrative sex, squirting, knotting and creampie.

Author’s Note: You guys know that I always post something on my birthday so here it is! This is the second and final part to Magnolias in Springtime! If you haven’t read part 1, you can find it here! Truthfully, this second part was just an excuse for me to write Namjoon impregnation smut lol But I hope you guys enjoy it!

It’s crazy how much things could change and yet stay the same in the span of a year.

You still loved your home pack, going back to see the Alphas, Betas, and Omegas that helped shaped you into the person you were today at least once a month. You were still spoiled by your parents, who made it their personal mission to shower you with gifts whenever they had the opportunity to see their only child. Most of all, you still used the skills that you had learned in your childhood pack as you prepared to become leader of your new pack with your husband.

Speaking of your husband, Namjoon was the best and most enjoyable change in your life as you had spent the past year falling in love with him.

Admittedly, adjusting to being in a marriage and to a man that you did not know or choose beforehand was hard, but you quickly found out that Namjoon was one of the most amazing people that you had ever met in your life. He was strong, dependable, and trustworthy just like a typical Alpha but you were delighted to find that he was also big on communication and making sure that you felt comfortable enough to talk to him, he was caring, and even sensitive in certain situations. He had quickly become your best friend and you found yourself falling for him not long after the wedding was over.

“Y/N?” Eun Kyung called out and you shook your head as you broke out of your thoughts.

“I’m sorry,” you apologized sheepishly as you turned to look at your mother in law. “Can you repeat what you said? I wasn’t listening.”

“I see that,” she smiled knowingly. “A lot on your mind?”

“Kind of,” you shrugged as you fiddled with the handle of the tea cup that was in front of you.

“Well, that’s understandable sweetie,” she assured you. “We’ve all been so busy getting ready for the Coronation, it’s no wonder that your thoughts are all over the place.”

In the year since you and Namjoon had gotten married, Namjoon’s father Ho-jin had begun to slowly pass over the responsibilities of being Pack Alpha over to Namjoon. Two months ago, he had announced his official retirement and Namjoon would be having a Coronation to celebrate a new era of power. Of course, you would be celebrated as well given the fact that you would be replacing Eun Kyung as Pack Omega.

“Anything you want to discuss?” Eun Kyung wondered.

“You don’t mind?”

“Y/N-ah, that’s what we started these weekly tea dates for, remember?” She pointed out with a giggle and you smiled as you thought back on how your mother in law had insisted that you two meet every Tuesday aftermoon in order to talk and spend time together. At first, you were weary of it but it’s quickly become one of the highlights of your week, every week.

“I guess I’m just nervous about becoming Pack Omega,” you confessed. “I mean, I’m not from this pack and even though it seems like everyone likes me well enough, that might change once Namjoon’s officially Pack Alpha.”

“You remember how I told you about how my marriage to Ho-jin was arranged and how I replaced his mother when the time came?” Eun Kyung asked and you nodded your head. “I had the exact same fears as you do now and my mother in law, may she rest with the ancestors, gave me an amazing piece of advice that I have used continuously over the past 30 years. Wanna know what it is?”

“Yeah.”

“Your only duty as Pack Omega is to support your Alpha,” Eun Kyung began. “Whether that means reassuring him that he’s making a right decision, comforting him when he’s stressed and upset or even cussing him out when he’s dead wrong. The job of a Pack Leader is a stressful one and they must know that even if it feels like the world is on their shoulders, they will always have one person in their corner and that’s us.”

“That’s it?” You giggled and Eun Kyung nodded with a smile, pausing to take a sip of her tea before continuing.

“It seems intuitive right, because we’re Omegas ourselves but being the spouse of a Pack Leader means that we always have to shoulder a little bit more, whether it be more pain, more sadness, more hope,” she explained. “But I guarantee you, making sure that Namjoon is taken care will be the greatest thing that you can do for the pack.”

“I believe you,” you said. “I just know that Namjoon isn’t gonna make it easy for me. You know how he is about work and making sure the pack’s taken care of.”

“Don’t worry, Ho-jin already said that he plans to talk to him about finding a healthy balance,” Eun Kyung told you.

“Good,” you smiled as you brought your tea cup to your mouth, taking a long sip from it.

“Speaking of that though, there was actually something that I wanted to talk to you about,” she said and you lowered your cup from your lips.

“Go ahead,” you encouraged her before taking another sip.

“Are you and Namjoon....uh....fulfilling your....marital duties?” She wondered and you choked on your tea, immediately setting your cup down as you coughed harshly. Eun Kyung reached over and gave you several strong pats on the back, which helped you regulate your breathing again.

“Uh, why do you ask?” You chuckled nervously.

“Well, with the coronation coming up, there’s been talk about the fact that you aren’t pregnant yet,” Eun Kyung elaborated and your eyes widened in realization. “Some people are beginning to become concerned.”

“And you’re one of them?” You shot back.

“Yes, but not in the way that you’re thinking,” she laughed. “I’m worried about you as a person and not about your ability to conceive.”

“Why?”

“Because I know what it’s like to have your worth evaluated only in terms of how many kids you can pop out,” she smiled sadly and as her words registered with you, your jaw dropped as you put the pieces together.

“Eun Kyung, you?”

“I struggled with infertility, yes,” she confirmed.

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” you whispered as you reached out, setting one of your hands on top of hers. She turned her hand around and intertwined your fingers with hers.

“Oh, I’m ok sweetie,” she swore. “After Ho-jin and I got married, we had miscarriage after miscarriage and it took six years before I got pregnant with Namjoon and he became our miracle baby. I’m telling you all this because I known how isolating that struggle can be and if that’s the case for you, I wanted you to know that you’re not alone.”

“I appreciate it Eun Kyung, but I don’t think that’s the case for Namjoon and I,” you muttered. “We’re just taking things slow and not rushing it. I mean, we’ve only been married for a year and we have years to have babies.”

“Alright sweetheart, alright,” Eun Kyung laughed. “I just wanted you to know that I’m here for you and if that’s how you and Namjoon feel, then I’ll get everyone else off your back.”

“Thank you,” you smiled gratefully and she tightened the grip that she had on your hand reassuringly.

“No problem. Now, onto more important business,” she grinned. “Finding you a dress to wear for the coronation.” You nodded your head immediately, grateful that she changed the direction of the conversation because you had no idea how to tell her that you and Namjoon had only had sex a handful of times in the last year.

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After finally leaving Ho-jin and Eun Kyung’s house a few hours later, you went home and made dinner. As usual, Namjoon came home around 6 and the two of you sat down in your dining room together, eating and talking about how your days went.

Everything was going very normally until Namjoon called out to you as you both worked on cleaning up the kitchen.

“Y/N-ah?” He said.

“Hmm?”

“Did my mom say something to you today about a baby?” He wondered and you turned to look over at him, watching as he continued to wash the dishes as if he hadn’t just asked you what he did.

“How did you know?” You asked.

“My father said something about it to me today after our meeting,” Namjoon sighed and you walked over to him, leaning against the counter so that you could look at him.

“She did too, and she told me about her infertility,” you told him. “Why didn’t you ever say anything?”

“Because it’s super personal to her and I didn’t know if she would be comfortable with me telling you,” he explained. “But why do you think I wanted 5 pups initially?”

“I get it now,” you giggled. “What did your dad say when he brought it up?”

“It was definitely less diplomatic than my mom,” he chuckled as he finished rinsing off the dishes and began drying off his hands. “He went on and on about how our family legacy needs to continue on and if we’re able, we need to have at least a few kids.”

“Hmm,” you murmured and Namjoon looked at you skeptically, raising his eyebrow.

“What’s that mean?” He laughed.

“Nothing,” you shrugged as you looked down at your feet but he didn’t buy that, throwing the towel that he was holding onto the counter and moving closer to you.

“Hey, talk to me,” he pleaded and you sighed heavily before squaring your shoulders and looking up at him again.

“Why don’t you ever try to have sex with me?” You demanded to know. “I mean, besides our wedding night, we’ve only had sex during my two heats and your rut, and I’m guessing that you didn't tell your father that.”

“No, I didn’t tell him that,” Namjoon huffed with a smile. “And the reason that I haven’t been trying is because I don’t want to push you. Even though we both agreed to this marriage, it still never leaves my mind that you didn’t really choose this. I don’t want to force you into yet another life changing decision, because pups are forever.”

“Hey, I wasn’t forced into anything,” you gently corrected him. “Yeah, I had to make a choice to save my pack but I did that because I wanted to. Plus, you didn’t necessarily choose this either.”

“I know but still,” he muttered. “I just didn’t want you to think that you were obligated to have sex with me, let alone have my pups. And as for the heat and rut thing, it was easier because you asked for me during your heat and during my rut, I could blame it on my hormones.”

“You sure that it’s not because you’re not attracted to me?” You joked lamely and Namjoon smacked his lips together as he set his hands on your cheeks, forcing you to maintain eye contact with him.

“Baby, you’re the most gorgeous woman that I’ve ever laid my eyes on,” he told you seriously. “I think the world of you, and you know that.”

“It’s kind of hard to remember,” you admitted.

“I should have explained to you my reasoning and for that, I’m sorry,” he apologized. “But don’t you ever think for one second that I don’t want you. I think about you all the time, my Alpha gets nervous anytime that I’m away from you for too long and hell, my cock gets hard as soon as you look at me with these eyes.”

“Namjoon,” you whined through giggles, which made him smile as he looked at you fondly.

“If you’re comfortable with it, I’d have sex with you whenever you wanted,” he said.

“I’m comfortable with it,” you assured him. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” he replied, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

“But what about pups?” You whispered, your lips moving against his as you spoke.

“Baby, I’d love to see you pregnant with my pups,” he told you. “If it were up to just me, you’d always be pregnant. All you have to do is say the word.”

“I want your pups Alpha,” you murmured as you looked up at him through your lashes. “Please.” Without another word, Namjoon bent down and scooped you up into his arms, making you squeal and cling onto him as he carried you bridal style out of the kitchen and up the stairs.

“I could’ve walked!” You exclaimed while giggling.

“This is more romantic,” he winked at you. After making it up the stairs, he walked down the hallway to your bedroom, using one hand to open the door before stepping inside. He walked over to the bed, laying you down gently before crawling on top of you and kissing you passionately.

You moaned into his mouth, your legs coming up to wrap themselves around his waist as you pulled him closer to you. He moved away from your lips eventually, his mouth trailing downwards and sucking on the mating mark that he had given you on your wedding night.

“You’re perfect baby,” he mumbled against your skin and you could barely reply because he had begun to grind against you. The thin layer of your leggings did little to inhibit the feeling, and you felt yourself whining as you became more turned on.

“W-wanna suck you off,” you whispered shyly and he pulled his face out of your neck, looking down at you with a smile.

“Alright,” he nodded before climbing off of you, settling himself next to you on the bed. You sat up then, reaching down and pulling off your t-shirt before letting Namjoon help you unclip your bra. Even though the two of you hadn’t had sex as often as you hoped, you had sex often enough to know that your husband was definitely a breast man and he loved to see them while you gave him a blow job.

You moved down the bed and settled yourself on your stomach in between his legs, pulling down the shorts he had on and his boxers just enough so that his cock fell out, taking ahold of it in both of your hands. He was almost fully hard and you didn’t waste any time taking him into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the tip.

“Fuck,” Namjoon groaned deeply and hearing your Alpha feel good only spurred you on. You then took him as deep into your mouth as you could, making him moan from how good your throat felt around his cock. Once you deemed him wet enough, you began to bob your head up and down, using your hands to stroke the parts of his shaft that you couldn’t reach with your mouth.

“Good girl baby,” he praised you. “So good to my cock.” You could feel yourself getting wet but you were too focused on doing your best to make your husband feel good. As you continued to suck him off for a few minutes, you could feel his cock beginning to throb lightly and you knew that meant that he was close to coming. Just as that thought registered in your mind though, Namjoon reached down and pulled himself out of your mouth.

“What’s wrong?” You wondered.

“You're sucking me off a little too well baby,” he chuckled. “I was about to come embarrassingly fast.”

“That’s ok,” you shrugged.

“Not if you want my pups inside of you instead of in your mouth,” he smirked, making you blush at his words. “Here, switch places with me.” You sat up and shuffled on your knees up the bed, turning yourself around before laying down on your back. Namjoon then sat up and grabbed ahold of the waist band of your leggings, pulling them down along with your panties. You let your legs fall out and Namjoon licked his lips once he set his eyes on your bare pussy.

“I knew it,” he grumbled, reaching out and letting his middle finger ghost over your clit. “I could tell you were getting wet baby, I could smell your scent from your pussy.” Without giving you the chance to reply, he dove forward and sucked your clit into his mouth. You cried out, your back arching up off of the bed as he suckled on your clit.

“Damn it,” you whimpered, lifting your head and watching him as he began to leave wide licks up your slit.

“Let’s see how you do with a finger,” Namjoon muttered, pausing the actions of his tongue in order to slide his middle finger inside of you.

“Oh fuck,” you gasped, letting your had fall back against the bed.

“You’re so tight baby, you’re just swallowing my finger,” Namjoon groaned. You felt movement on the bed and when you opened your eyes, you were surprised to see that Namjoon was now laying next to you on the bed, looking down at you as he pushed a second finger in alongside his

“You want Alpha to make you come like this?” He wondered aloud as he began to thrust his finger in and out of you. “Wanna come on my fingers?”

“Please,” you nodded and he smiled as he began to fuck you faster. Namjoon’s fingers were long and slender, meaning that he as able to reach the deepest parts of you without it being too overwhelming to you.

“Ha, ha,” you moaned in time with his thrusts.

“You’re dripping baby,” he told you but you didn’t even hear him because you could feel your orgasm winding to it’s end in your core.

“I’m gonna come,” you announced and nothing could’ve prepared you for Namjoon pulling his fingers out of you. You whipped your head to look over at him, tears beginning to well up in your eyes as you felt your orgasm slowly but surely slipping away.

“Why?” You pouted and Namjoon cooed at you before leaning over and kissing you firmly for a few seconds before pulling away.

“Alpha wants his Omega to come on his cock while I come inside of you, ok?” He told you and you sighed reluctantly before nodding your head.

Namjoon pushed his shorts and underwear all the way off his legs before reaching up and pulling his t-shirt off as well. He then sat up and moved to settle in between your legs, taking ahold of the base of his cock and tapping the head of it on your clit.

“If you want me to c-come on your cock, d-don’t tease me,” you whined and he just chuckled fondly.

“Ok, I’m sorry baby,” he whispered, guiding his cock into you slowly. You felt like you were going to choke on air as he stretched you out, since you had basically forgotten how long and thick he was.

“Oh, just like that baby,” Namjoon mumbled as he began to slowly thrust in and out of you. “You’re opening up so good for me.”

“A-Alpha,” you whimpered, clutching onto his forearms as he began to fuck you faster. “Fuck, it feels so good.”

“What does?” Namjoon goaded you. “Tell your Alpha baby.”

“Your cock feels good inside me,” you moaned. “Feel so full.”

“God, I can’t believe that I was keeping myself from feeling your tight little pussy every day,” he grumbled. “I’m sorry baby.”

“It’s o-ok,” you stammered back, the beginnings of your orgasm starting to reappear.

“I’m gonna fuck you everyday from here on out if you let me,” he swore, looking down at you with hooded eyes. “Would you want that? Want Alpha to always keep you full with his knot?”

“Please, please, please,” you chanted.

“Want Alpha to fuck a baby into you?”

“Give it to me,” you moaned loudly and Namjoon reached up, sliding two of his fingers into your open mouth. You didn’t even hesitate to start sucking on them, making your husband groan as your tongue slid around the digits.

“Gonna make you come,” he said as he pulled his fingers away from your mouth, reaching down and setting them on your clit. Your mouth dropped open as he began to rub firm circles on the nub and you were almost embarrassed by how fast the stimulation sped up the pace at which your orgasm was running towards you.

“Holy fuck, don’t stop,” you pleaded. “I’m gonna come.”

“Go ahead baby, I won’t stop you,” he promised as he continued to fuck you and rub your clit. Sure enough, your orgasm slammed into you a few seconds later. The moan that fell out of your mouth was almost deafeningly loud and you were sure that Namjoon would have indents on his arm from where you were gripping onto his skin as your back arched up off of the bed.

“Fuck, you’re squirting baby,” he groaned as he took his hand off of your clit and placed his hands on the bed next to your head, fucking into you even harder now.

“T-too much,” you murmured as you set your hands against his chest.

“You love it though. You’re still coming for me,” he smirked and you couldn’t help but to blush because you could still feel yourself leaking onto his cock.

“I do,” you admitted and he leaned down, pressing a firm kiss to your lips.

“You’re so perfect for me,” he grumbled and you could feel the beginnings of his knot starting to swell. “Squirting for me and marking your Alpha. God, it makes me want to stuff my knot into you and fill you up with my pups.”

“Do it,” you encouraged him. “Give me a baby Joon.”

“I love you,” he grunted and you gave him a small smile.

“I love you too,” you replied, moaning lightly when he kissed you again. As the two of you made out, Namjoon pushed his knot inside of you and you felt his cum start to pour into you. He continued to give you light strokes, making sure to fuck his cum even deeper inside of you than it already was.

“Making sure that it takes huh?” You giggled and he just blushed as he pulled back to look at you.

“Gotta make it worth it,” he pointed out. “Besides, even if you don’t get pregnant this time, we can always try again and again and again.”

“As long as you make me come like that again,” you nodded in agreement.

“Oh, I definitely wanna see that again,” he smirked. “Maybe I should deny you your orgasm more often.”

“I’ll murder you,” you stated firmly, making him laugh loudly.

“I’m joking baby,” he said, leaning down and kissing your mating mark. “Love you.”

“I love you too,” you whispered.

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A few weeks later, the day of Namjoon’s coronation had finally come. The entire pack was gathered outside near the wall of magnolias that you and Namjoon had gotten married near, waiting for the ceremony to take place.

The two of you were in your shared bedroom, where you were helping him get dressed into his traditional hanbok.

“Are you ok?” You asked him while you fastened the buttons on his chest.

“Yeah, of course,” he chuckled awkwardly. “Why do you ask?”

“You’re trembling,” you giggled and he just sighed heavily.

“I’m terrified,” he admitted. “I’ve been looking forward to being Pack Leader my entire life but what if I’m not good at it? My dad and grandfather were amazing Pack Alphas and what if I can’t measure up?”

“Joon,” you tsked as you reached up and set your hands on his cheeks, making him look you in the eyes. “You can’t compare yourself to anyone else. You are going to be an amazing leader because you’re thoughtful, caring, and selfless.”

“You think so?”

“I know so,” you smiled. “Just like I know that you’ll be an amazing daddy.”

“A daddy?” He repeated confusedly and you nodded your head. It took him a few minutes but when he put the pieces together, his eyes widened. “Baby, are you pregnant?”

“I am,” you nodded, squealing in surprise when Namjoon wrapped his arms around you and picked you up, spinning you around in a circle. “Wait, you’re gonna make me nauseous!”

“Fuck, I’m sorry,” he laughed as he set you back down on the ground. “I just can’t believe it.”

“You’re happy, right?”

“Of course I am,” he sighed contentedly. “I’m so happy that our parents arranged our marriage.”

“Ditto,” you cooed, leaning forward and kissing him gently for a few seconds before pulling away. “Now, we have to go. You have to go and claim your rightful position.”

“We have to claim our rightful position,” he corrected you as he reached down and intertwined your fingers with his. After taking one last look at him to make sure that he looked good, the two of you walked downstairs and out of your house, ready to step into your new roles and the new phase of your lives.

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