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please-buckme · 4 years

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Are you open to writing a threesome for Hayden and Ewan and the reader? The reader meets Hayden and Ewan at a hotel bar. They are in town for a SW con and are looking to “unwind” 😜

You, Me and Ewan Makes Three. Hayden Christensen x Ewan McGregor x reader

Warnings⚠️: SMUT. Threesome, dick sucking, puss eating, ball fondling, ✨smut✨

4361 words

Authors note: I’m sorry.

After a long day of walking around and seeing thousands of people dressed up as their favorite Star Wars characters, you finally pulled yourself away to go back to your hotel. The Star Wars Convention was like a home away from home to you and you can’t believe it’s over. You’ve been going to this convention every year for the past 4 years. You’d met quite a few stars along the way but the only ones you care to meet are; Obi-Wan and Anakin. You would’ve met them by now but everytime you go to buy tickets they are the ones that are always sold out.

For this trip it was the same thing, so you came up with a plan. Through someone on one of your social media pages you found out that Ewan McGregor and Hayden Christensen would be staying at the same hotel. The hotel was of course beautiful and very expensive. It didn’t matter though. You’d waited basically your whole life to meet them and you seized this opportunity. You didn’t want to be intrusive and look up their room numbers or anything so you had to think of a way for them to be in the same place as you and it not be weird, the bar. The hotel had a beautiful bar connected to the lobby and it was for hotel guests only. This means it would be more private for them so why wouldn’t they eventually come down? You’d gotten yourself all dolled up every night for them to never show up, unfortunately. But tonight was the last night of your stay and you were certain that tonight was the night.

Once you got back to your hotel room you rushed to the shower to wash off the day. You did everything routinely as you’d done this for 3 days now. The only thing you did differently every time was your hair and outfit. Tonight you were going all out. After you showered you blow dried your hair, then curled it. You penned one side of it back with a barrette that had burgundy jewels on it. To match the barrette you wear a skin tight burgundy, velvet dress. Around your neck was a black, velvet choker to match with your matte balck Stilettos. For your makeup you put on very little. You did some mascara followed by a little bit of eyeliner and dark lipstick to finish it off.

When you finished getting ready you headed down to the bar, elegantly. Some employees started to recognize you, saying hello and asking how your day had been. Even when you got to the bar the bartender had your drink ready before you even sat down. “You look lovely tonight, Miss.” The bartender complimented. You give him a weak smile in response. You were truly very shy, if you weren’t so determined to meet them you’d be up in your hotel room eating pizza while binge watching The Office for the millionth time. Just for them though you put on a tight dress instead of loose pants.

You’d been down at the bar for almost an hour and half, only having two drinks. You didn’t want to be drunk the first time you met them or else you’d truly be a huge, sloppy mess.

The time on your phone said 12:00am. Everyone who’d been there when you showed up had left, leaving you and a few other people including the bartender. He asked if you’d like another drink and you decline his offer but tell him thank you anyway. You sat there slouched over the bar, one hand stirring your drink with a tini cocktail straw and the other held up your head. You were disappointed, not necessary at them, but in yourself. Had you really wasted hours of your night sitting here alone at a bar full of strangers? It had gotten to the point where you almost left until, “Is this seat taken?” It was Ewan.

“Uh,uh no. Please sit.” You say straightening your posture from the very sloppy slutch, to now a more confident, upright position, you hoped. You did your best not to fiddle with anything. To Ewan you were just another person and that’s how you wanted to treat him. You sit staring straight ahead wishing you’d said yes to that drink now.

“Are you waiting for someone?” He asked politely. Not trusting your voice at the moment you just shook your head no in response. You did look at him now, however, you were surprised by his ensemble. Ewan wore a white, skinny suit with a beautifully, patterned undershirt. He must have been waiting for someone you thought. You took this time to ask a very delayed question.

“Are you waiting for someone?” He laughed softly, you’re guessing at your clear shyness.

“Yes, just a buddy of mine. If i’m bothering you I can-” You cut him off.

“No, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to come off so impolite.” you out your head down looking at your lap. You definitely screwed this up, you thought. How is it that you waited for this man for three nights now and never thought of what to say? You see him, out of the corner of your eye, duck his head down to look at you.

“You haven’t been impolite at all, Darling.” You lift your head up a bit to look at him. He had a friendly kind of smirk spread across his face. “Shall I buy you a drink?” He asked. You of course said yes, now in dire need of alcohol. He waves the bartender over and orders your drinks. You make small talk before your drinks come out, mostly him talking though. He’d ask you simple questions like; are you from, were you a guest at the hotel, and what brought you to town. You didn’t lie to him on the last question. You simply just told him that you came in for the convention. You did not tell him it was to finally have a chance to meet him, that wasn’t information you thought he needed.

A few minutes had gone by. You’d become a little more comfortable talking to him, he just had that way about him. You were so focused on him though that you hadn’t realized someone had sat down on the other side of you. “Ah, Hayden, meet my new friend.” Ewan gestured behind you. You froze briefly but then turned around as calm as possible, trying to blow your cover.

“It’s nice to meet you.” You said in almost a whisper. Being sandwiched between Obi-Wan and Anakin is more than you ever could have asked for. After greeting Hayden you stared straight again not knowing what to do with yourself. They started talking over you to each other. You just waited till one of them said something before looking at either one of them.

“So, what brought you to the convention?” Hayden asked.

“What?” You asked him just snapping out of your staring-intently-at-a-wall trance.

“Ewan was just telling me you were in town for the convention. What brought you here?” He reiterated. He’d ordered a drink at some point. You watched as he took a sip. Hayden was beautiful. His outfit wasn’t as fancy as Ewan but it was him. Hayden decided to wear a nice grey fitted suit, one you’d seen before. Recognizing the outfit made you smile, relaxing your nerves a little.

“It’s just something I do every year.” You’re still not lying.

“You a fan?” Hayden asked bluntly.

“Well, yeah. Why would I go if I weren’t?” You asked sarcastically. He hummed at your response.

“You’re very calm for a fan or calmer than most.” If only he knew just how much you were losing your shit on the inside. You were much more relaxed with both of them now. You listened as they talked and told jokes to one another. Ewan bought you many more drinks than you’d anticipated on drinking, making you nice and drunk. That helped you join in on conservations with them, letting them really get to know you. They really seemed like they were enjoying your company.

“So what brought you guys down to the bar tonight?” You asked in an involuntary, drunken laugh. All of a sudden that went silent. They looked at each other almost anxiously. “What?” You asked again.

“There’s just a tradition we uphold every year at this event.” Ewan started to explain. He leaned down closer to you, moving the hair from off your shoulder and tucking it behind your ear. You could feel his breathe on your neck as he whispered, “We like to find a beautiful woman like yourself, take her to our room and fuck her till morning. Would you be interested in getting fucked, Darling.” With that he takes your earlobe between his teeth. You gasp at the sensation. Hayden just sits watching you, palming himself.

“O-okay. Both of you together, though?” Hayden nodes yes. “Whose room?” Ewan removes himself from your earlobe and grabs your hand leading you out of the bar with Hayden right behind you.

Once you got to the elevators you could feel Hayden towering over you as he unexpectedly grabbed your ass. You moan at his touch turning around to look into his lust filled eyes. When the elevator doors opened Ewan pulled you in. Hayden took no time in slamming you up against the back wall, crashing your lips together. The kiss was rough, immediately making your lips swell. He pulled away a moment sticking his middle finger down your throat before pulling it out and replacing his lips to yours. He didn’t leave you wondering for a second when you felt his finger go under your dress. He groaned when he noticed you weren’t wearing any underwear. He toyed with your clit making you moan into his mouth uncontrollably. They didn’t seem to care how loud you’d get which you loved, it made the night's events even more intriguing.

The elevator doors opened once you reached the 24th floor. You felt Ewan pull you from Hayden’s grasp on you. By Hayden’s reaction you could tell that pissed him off. You smirked at him in response, egging him on. He practically ran after you and Ewan. You reached your other hand out for him and he took it. You could still feel your slick still on your fingers, making you bite your lip. The thought of you on Hayden Christensen’s fingers had always been a fantasy of yours. Knowing your fantasies were becoming reality overwhelmed your senses with excitement. Ewan let go of your hand to get the key out to open his hotel room door. Hayden ground his hard member into your backside as you waited to go in. You took this moment to thank yourself for booking this hotel and coming up with such a dumb idea that somehoe worked.

When Ewan finally got the door open they let you walk in yourself. Sauntering through the door you took your time making your way to the bed. When you did get to the bed you bent down to take your heels off when Ewan stopped you, “Leave those on, yes?” You smirked at him and nodded in agreement. “I can help you out of this though.” He says gesturing to your dress. You stand up and turn around for him to unzip it for you. He takes the zipper down slowly, chancing with his other hand that trailed down the newly exposed skin.

Once the dress was off, you sat back down on the bed. You were now face-to-face with Ewans belt. Hayden was sat across from you in a chair waiting for his turn with you. You grabbed at Ewan’s belt, undoing it slowly. With your other hand you palmed at the bulge that was outlined by his tight, white pants. He groaned at the feel of your palm pressing harder into his member, so you did it again. Ewan was holding back the urge to shove you down and take you right then and you could tell, so you undid his zipper a little faster than you had with the belt.

You watched as Ewan through his shoes off and pulled his legs completely out of his pants. He still had on his boxer which frustrated you. When he made his way back to face you you wasted no time in freeing him. His member sprung out, hitting you in the face, this made you giggle for a moment. Immediately you took Ewan into your mouth, massaging the veins of his cock with your tongue. “That’s it, Darling. Nice and steady.” You bobbed your at a steady pace, savoring every inch of him in your mouth, while your hands started to undo his beautifully designed under shirt. When his shirt came off he was now as bare as you, making you feel more at ease.

You’d been going your steady pace on Ewan until he decided to fuck your mouth rigorously. You gagged as tears began to form at your eyelash. He took you all the way down his shaft holding you there. He groaned thunderously at the feeling of your throat closing in around him. When he released you, he pulled all the way out. You gasped for air as tears and saliva soaked your face. You watched him massage himself as Hayden, now only in his boxers, came up to you. Hayden liked being more personal with you. He took his time kissing at your neck, softly at that. He then looked over your face planting gentle kisses to your cheeks and forehead before crashing his lips to yours. It was a welcomed needy kiss, like he’d been waiting all day to kiss you. You bright one of your hands up to his hair, fisting at it softly. He moaned into your mouth as you pulled at his hair, making you smirk against his lips.

You could feel Hayden’s hands exploring your body, mostly your thighs. He detached from your lips and started his trail of love bites down your body. You gasped at every sensation his bites sent through your body. He definitely knew what he was doing to you as you felt him grin against your skin. He traveled all the way down between your legs biting harder as he got closer to your cunt. “Hayden!” You screamed but you couldn’t figure out if it were from pleasure or pain or both. He smiled up at you, smoothing his thumb over the lost spot he had bitten. He placed an apologetic kiss just beneath your belly button as he ascended down once again.

You could feel breath as he reached your folds. You grabbed at your inner thighs, pushing them down slowly while still kissing at the skin just above your clit. You were breathing heavily with anticipation. “Are you ready?” He asked in a low rasp. You looked down between your legs to see he positioned right over your warmth. You can’t even think of how many times you’d imagined Hayden between your legs, so you looked at him for a second or two, bringing your hand down to play with his hair before saying yes and lowering him down to you. He starts off by placing a kiss to your clit. You didn’t even have time to react when he started his tongues assault on your pussy. He groaned against you as he played with your clit, licking and sucking while adding his middle and ring fingers to your entrance. You still had your hand in his hair tugging him deeper into you. He pumped his fingers rapidly into you making you squirm beneath him.

“Oh god, Hayden. You’re gonna make me cum.” After saying that Hayden switched his fingers to your clit and his tongue to your entrance. You were definitely screaming as he brought you closer to your climax.

All of a sudden, though, he was off you completely. You look down to see that had pushed him out of the way. “Let me show you how a Master does it.” He said to Hayden, making you giggle. Ewan spread your legs to look at your now dripping pussy. “Hello there.” He says directly to your pussy, leaning himself down into it. He takes you as Hayden had, soft, gentle kiss before the spine tingling sensation of your clit being totally worked work his tongue and lips. They felt almost the same besides Ewans facial hair adding that little extra amount of pleasure. Every time you moaned Ewans name he increased the pace of his tongue. You came very quickly, already being close with Hayden had made your orgasm ten minutes more intense. You tried to pull Ewan off as your orgasm made your sensitive clit even more sensitive. Your legs were shaking and your body was jolting as you begged Ewan to stop, he wouldn’t though. Being in such a sensitive state made you cum on his tongue again. You couldn’t believe how amazing this orgasm had felt. You blacked out momentarily as your body went limp around his face.

When you finally came down from your high, you looked between your legs to see Ewan massaging your thighs gently. “So sorry, my dear. I guess I couldn’t help myself. Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?” He asked. You don’t know if you were still a little delirious or just felt like having fun when you made your request. When you did though Ewan stopped rubbing your legs and glanced at you in shock. You look over to Hayden with a grin on your face as he also seemed to be in a bit of shock. “As you wish.” Ewan said.

You say up from your lying position and say crisscross. Hayden released his thick member from the boxer he’d been wearing, making you almost drool at the sight. Ewan and Hayden then joined you on the bed asking again if this was what you wanted. You nodded, still grinning. Ewan propped himself on his knees to be level with Hayden. He put both hands on Hayden’s shoulders before leaning in to kiss him. Your request had simply been to watch them with each other. The second their lips met you could feel a throb between your legs. They deepened the kiss as Hayden laid back. You hear Hayden moan as Ewan plays with his balls, gently. They continue on like this for several minutes before you can’t stand it anymore.

You tap on Ewan’s shoulder. He looks up at you from Hayden and you plead with your face to join them, they accept. Ewan lifts himself up as you snake in between them, now facing Hayden. “Hi.” You say giggling.

“Hello.” He responds before you lower your face down to kiss him. You taste so much in this kiss; alcohol, your juice and, you’re guessing, the taste of Ewan’s lips along with Hayden’s. You smile into the kiss while playing with his hair again. You feel him smile back at you and bring his hand down to your clit. “Are you ready?” He asked again. You weren’t sure what for this time but you said yes anyway. You still felt Ewan above you but now you felt his member begging for entry at your cunt. You look up at him with a nod before he slides into painfully slow. You inhale sharply as he fills you up. Hayden, still under you, plays with your hair while soothing you. “Does it hurt?” Hayden asks. You nod yes. “Wait till I fuck you then.” You moan at both the pleasurable pain in your core and the filthy things Hayden whispers in your ear. “Are you going to be a good girl and cum all over his cock?” You answer him incoherently as Ewan slams into you vigorously. “And when he’s done I’m going to wreck you myself, would you like that?” He hums.

“Yes, oh god yes. I-I want to come all over your cock.” You hear you groan above you as he pulls your hair making you join him in an upright position. The new angle makes you moan out almost into a scream. Hayden repositions himself under you as he aliens his cock perfectly were your face would come down to meet him.

Ewan grunts in your, “Does my cockiness feel good, love?” You moan in response. He slams into you harder. “Answer me, love.” He demands.

“Yes so good, so fucking good, Ewan.”

“Good, now be a good girl and suck his cock.” Ewan says shoving you back down onto Hayden’s member this time. Having already had Ewan in your mouth, your throat was nice and ready to slide Hayden in the way down gagging around him slightly. Hayden bucked his hips at the feeling of your warm mouth around him. He could tell this didn’t bother you so he took your hair into his fist as he fucked your mouth. No other men would ever make you this full and this happy again in your life. You heard you shout from above ‘I HAVE THE HIGHER GROUND’ which actually made you choke around Hayden. Hayden lifted you up from him thinking he’d hurt you but you were a gasping, laughing mess. You loved them. Before now you didn’t think you could love them anymore but every second you’d spent with them just increased your love for them.

Ewan had tired out behind you after a while and switched with Hayden, this time though you weren’t lying down. Hayden propped you up on your hands and knees. He began again, as he did on your front, by kissing down your spine, while fondling your breasts. “Can I keep you?” You whispered up at him. He smiled against your skin, making you giggle.

You became impatient waiting for him to fill you up, so you reached for his cock and massaged the tip ever so slightly as he hummed against you. Taking the hint he backed away from you just enough to position himself at your entrance. “This is where the fun begins.” He whispered in your ear, a hint of laughter in his voice. You nod again laughing briefly as he slowly takes you with his cock. He stretched you out like no one ever had. Ewan was big, of course, but Hayden’s was.. different. Hayden’s fit you like a tight glove he was almost too big for. He couldn’t fill you up at first, because you begged him not to. He got just passed the tip before pulling back out. “It’s okay. Take your time.” He told you as he pushed back in. This time felt a little better as he brought himself a little deeper inside you. You both groaned in unison once he’d filled you completely.

Your legs were shaking as he held you up. You’d honestly never felt so weak before now, but you didn’t care. Hayden felt so good gliding in and out of you slowly, letting you adjust to his size, still. You watched Ewan saunter up to you while pumping himself. You lick your lips as he brings his cock right up to your face. You lick the underneath of his cock, lacking up your own juice from him. You kiss the tip before taking him fully into your mouth. He groaned at the contact. You bobbed you’re head in sync with Hayden’s thrusts making Ewan twitch in your mouth. “Cum in my mouth please.” You beg him. He groans again as you holo out your cheeks around him. He takes your head inbetween his hands and fucks your mouth in sloppy thrusts. You feel him twitch just before releasing his seed into your mouth. You hum around him as he comes down from his high. He pets your head before releasing himself from your mouth with a pop.

Hayden lifts you up by your hair as Ewan had. You cry out his name, feeling him slide even deeper into. “Are you gonna cum around my cock?” He asked now bring a hand down to toy with your clit.

“Yes, oh fuck. Yes I’m gonna cum.” He increased his rhythm on your clit as he smashed into your g spot like it was there just for him. He thrust into you a couple more times before sending you over the edge. As your pussy tightened around him with your climax, he followed in his shortly after yours. You could feel him release into, both of your excitement mixing together inside you.

Hayden kisses at the top of your spine before exiting you. Your whole body collapsed when he went you go. All three of you sat for a moment, breathing heavily on top of each other’s sweaty bodies. You broke the silence by saying, “Um, I don’t think I can move.” The room filled with their laughter.

“Then I guess we did our jobs right, huh lad?” Ewan said, hitting Hayden on the shoulder. Hayden laughed before getting up. You watched as he dressed himself before picking up your dress and walking over to you.

He slipped the dress out to your hips. “Can you lift your hips for me.” He asked, trying to pull your dress up your body. You managed to do so. He flipped you over on your side to zip up the back.

Ewan leaned over to look at you, “That was great fun, love. Till next year!” He said planting a kiss to your cheek. You blush before you feel Hayden’s arms pick you up from the bed to carry you out of the room. You giggle as your legs still shook in Hayden’s arms. He smiled back down at you, also planting a kiss to your cheek.

“What time do you leave tomorrow?” He asked. Exiting Ewan’s room.

“Not till 3. Why?” You asked out of curiosity.

“I’m not quite done with you.” Hayden smirks as he carries you back to his room.

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ceo-of-daichi · 4 years

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Characters ~ Iwaizumi Hajime x Fem!Reader

Summary ~ Iwaizumi has a big crush on you, but has no idea how to talk to you without panicking. Oikawa offers an easy solution, will you find out about your secret admirer? Will you accept his affection when you find out?

Genre ~ Fluff

Warnings ~ Swearing

Word Count ~ 1.8k

A/N ~ So here it is as promised... a fic that isn’t about the loml Daichi! Had fun writing this though, want to dedicate this to @iwaxme as like a late birthday fic? Its the least i can do for you babie❤️ Hopefully i do him justice🥰 Thank you @karasu-hoes for proof reading my fic!! I really appreciate it!

Hearing the familiar squeak of volleyball shoes as you walked up to the gym was like music to your ears. You had missed this crazy bunch over the summer break. You weren’t really involved with the Aoba Johsai boys volleyball team, however you enjoyed occasionally popping to their practices. Being good friends with Watari the rest of the team welcomed you with open arms. Walking through the gym doors, Oikawa instantly noticed your presence.

‘[y/n]-channnn’ You rolled your eyes so hard you almost lost them in the back of your head, as he skipped over to you.

‘What do you want, Oinkawa?’ Throwing him a slight smirk as you made your way over to Watari.

‘Rudeeeeee [y/n]-chann’ He whines while making his way back to the other 3rd years slightly dejected.

Chatting to Watari as usual during their break you noticed an unfamiliar pair of eyes on you, usually it was just Oikawa being his weird flirty self however these weren’t his eyes, they seemed to bore through you.

Slowly turning around you locked eyes with Iwaizumi, why was he staring at you? Did you have a stain on your uniform that you didn’t know about? Luckily the minute you looked over at him he turned away, a slight pink tinting his ears. You were confused, however you brushed it off continuing your conversation with Watari. Meanwhile Iwaizumi was having an internal argument with himself, when did you get that pretty? Did that happen over summer or has he just not noticed you in this way now? Finding himself lost in thought for a good 5 minutes before snapping out of it, he had to talk to you…

Practice ending at usual time, you grabbed your stuff and got up off the bench. You were ready to walk home with Watari as usual, but before you could shout at him someone else wanted your attention.

‘Hey, [y/n]’ Iwaizumi started fairly confidently as he jogged across the gym to you.

‘Hm? Oh hey Iwaizumi what's up?’ Turning towards him and greeting him with a smile, suddenly he struggled to form a sentence, his face turning bright red. You were smiling so brightly it completely made him freak out inside, you were even more beautiful up close. Not used to feeling like this he began to panic.

‘Oh i was… i-i was just grabbing this…’ Mad at himself that he pussied out as he bent down to pick up a towel from the bag.

‘Okay… well i’ll see you tomorrow’ As you walked off to Watari, Iwaizumi was mentally cursing everything. A simple conversation, that's all it was yet he couldn’t even do that.

Luckily for Iwaizumi, Oikawa saw the whole thing. Or at least Oikawa would say it was lucky for him, seen as though Iwa-chan clearly needed some help flirting.

‘I think that is the worst i have ever seen you talk to a girl Iwa-chan’ He said, flinging an arm around his pissed looking friend.

‘Like you could have done any better shittykawa..’ He huffed, trying to calm his blush down, that was still adorning his cheeks.

‘You clearly like her, let me help you!! I can wingman you!’ Oikawa stated excitedly, although Iwaizumi wasn’t too happy with this arrangement he agreed. He needed some help if he was going to get you to notice him. The worst thing was, he craved your attention, getting you to notice him or at least laugh and be happy due to him was his main focus.

Waking up late the next day, you started to panic. Refusing to be late to school, you jumped out of bed, throwing your uniform on and basically sprinting to school. By the time you got there you had about 10 minutes to spare, sighing as you started making your way towards the lockers needing to swap some of your books around. Opening your locker you noticed a loose piece of coloured paper falling to the floor, you definitely did not put that in there. Unfolding it carefully and reading the contents you face lit up in a bright smile.

‘Look Iwa-chann she's smiling and might even be blushing slightly!! I told you it would work!’ Oikawa whispered to his friend from around the corner. Iwaizumi poked his head around the corner smiling at the sight before him, Oikawa was right. Your cheeks were lightly dusted pink and you had a huge smile on your face. Seeing you like this because of him made his heart beat out of his chest.

‘Come on Shittykawa lets get out of here before she notices us’ He had to stop himself skipping off he was that happy.

You peered around after you finished reading the note, no one looked suspicious or like this wasn’t their normal routine. The note was sweet even though it was only a couple of lines long, it was signed anonymously though. You calm down your blush as you head towards your classroom, your mind not being able to focus on anything apart from the note.

After that you could not concentrate, your mind was clouded with curiosity. Would this happen again, or was it a one time thing? Was it a boy who sent it or a girl? They must know you because how would they know your locker number..? Your friends could tell something was off but everytime they questioned it you brushed them off, saying you were just spaced out.

At practice that afternoon, as you sat on the bench as you do almost every practice, you started to catch eyes with Iwaizumi more. Giving him small smiles here and there. Has he always been that attractive? The answer was yes and you knew it, but somehow looking at him now, the way he gave you a slight smile as he was practicing spikes, it was like something had changed. Shaking your head and smiling, not like anything would happen between you both, he was way out of your league. Plus you now had a secret admirer, and if they kept leaving you notes… You would have to figure out a way to find out who they were.

For the next week Iwaizumi left short and sweet messages every morning in your locker just to see your reaction. You were still clueless who it was, and he didn’t want you to find out any time soon, what if you were disappointed it was him? He couldn’t take his mind off during practice...After all, you were extremely pretty, and he was just Oikawa’s second to girls like you. He started to get angry just at the thought, wanting to throw a volleyball straight into the back of shittykawas head. But he refrained from doing so as he spotted you walking into the gym.

~ A Couple of Weeks Later ~

This is it you thought to yourself as you woke up at the bright and early time of 6am. You were going to catch the person who had been leaving notes in your locker, for the best part of 3 weeks. Packing up all your school books, you got changed and started your walk to Aoba Johsai. It was chilly out, so much so that you could see your breath in the air. Speeding up so you could get there faster, you spotted someone walking in front of you. Fairly tall and muscular built, he was wearing what looked like your school's uniform. Wondering what he was doing heading to school this early, it suddenly hit you.

Dropping back slightly, hoping he wouldn’t notice, you began to match his pace. Making sure not to lose him, as you suspected when he got to school he went straight to your locker. Slipping something inside. Due to his winter coat you couldn’t see his features, cursing you decided to follow him as he walked off. Praying he would go to the library or something to study, however where he went surprised you.

Ducking behind a corner as he walked through the double doors to the boys gym, no way. He was one of the volleyball boys? Impossible… He wasn’t tall enough to be Oikawa, plus he would never do something like use notes. Who could it be? Unless… You shook that thought instantly out of your head. There is no way Iwaizumi, the ACE of the volleyball team was leaving you notes.

It took you 10 minutes to gather up the courage to walk into the gym and confront whoever it was, but eventually you peaked your head through the double doors. Your eyes went wide as you locked eyes with Iwaizumi, you both just standing there staring at each other in disbelief.

‘I-Iwaizumi… you’ve been leaving notes in my locker?’ You couldn’t help but sound surprised. Blushing he started to slowly make his way over to you.

‘And if i did?’ A hint of worry tinting his tone.

‘I would say…Why me?’ This was something you were genuinely curious about, he must have girls flocking to him. Why you?

Your face started to flush as you realised he looked slightly confused by your question, like there was an obvious answer you were missing.

‘[y/n]... You're smart, funny, intelligent, you never take Oikawa’s shit. Hell most girls would be falling to their knees if they even got a fraction of what you take of him… And most of all… your beautiful’ He stepped closer cupping your cheek and looking into your eyes. When you didn’t reply, mainly because you were caught up in his eyes, he panicked.

‘A-Are you happy it's me?’ He drops his hand back to his side, waiting to hear the worst.

‘You are kidding right Hajime? I’m just… You're too good for me…’ On one hand he was completely imploding inside at the use of his name, it rolled off your tongue perfectly. On the other hand, he hated the fact you didn’t think you were good enough for him, even though in his eyes, it was the other way around.

With that, he lifted your chin with his hand, getting a sudden boost of confidence, he pressed his lips against yours softly. You froze for a second, unsure of how to function, but soon enough you kissed him back, moving your arms around his neck. His lips were soft, and you enjoyed the kiss while it lasted. It wasn’t long before he pulled away a small smile on his face.

‘Is that enough proof that you are good enough for me? More than good enough for me… your perfect…’

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angelicmark · 4 years

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pairing: soulmate!jaemin x soulmate!reader

genre: soulmate!au, ANGST, smut, fluff

warnings: CHARACTER DEATH, als (amyotrophic lateral sclerosis), LOTS OF ANGST, a shit ton of sadness, small suicide mention but no actual suicide, mention of suicide attempt, fingering, unprotected sex, small aftercare, did i mention it’s VERY SAD, read at your own risk.

wc: 8.5k

summary: your perfect soulmate, given to you from heaven itself. just to have it all ripped away from you. some things are less dazzling than they seem.

➣ apart of the narcissistic lovers series

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[21:43]

you huff out a breath of air. it was cold outside, your body only softly shivering. closing your eyes, you feel your neck starting to burn. the spot right behind your ear. you raise a hand up, feeling the soft scar and cursing to yourself. it was your soulmate marking, and it was honestly starting to piss you off. supposedly you had already met your soulmate, the marking showing up the minute you do. but you still had no idea who it was. but everytime they felt an intense emotion, you could feel it right on the marking. it was red hot, meaning anger. you scoff, what the hell could your soulmate be angry about at this damn hour?

you walk forward in the building, trying to ignore the incessant burning that was almost suffocating you. you always tried to your best to turn off your emotions for the sake of your soulmate, but sometimes it was unavoidable. and you were starting to feel annoyed. where the hell was your fucking soulmate? you wanted to smack some sense into them, or tell them to cool it.

“you look pissed,” you hear a voice, and you whip your head in the direction of your best friend. his eyes were glowing under the light, causing you to take a deep breath and shut off your emotions again.

“sorry,” you mutter, “it’s just this dumb soulmate thing.” you stop, reaching the door to your dorm. “i wish i knew who it was, that’s all.”

hyuck’s eyes travel across your features for a minute, thinking thoughtfully before finally responding, “do you remember where you met them?”

“nope,” you pop the ‘p’ in the sentence, making him sulk, “i’m not even sure what they look like.”

“if i see someone with your marking, i’ll let you know,” he smiles brightly, making a salute gesture.

you chuckle under his bright stare, “thanks, hyuck.”

“anything for my average angel,” he ruffles your hair and you pout.

“shut up,” you swat his hand away. he laughs at that, watching you gleaming eyes. his expression was cute, and you can’t help the smile that graces your features. “it’s late, shouldn’t you be heading back?”

he shrugs his shoulders, “i missed you.”

you smile at him before pinching his cheek softly, “awww, i missed you too, hyuckie!”

he scoffs, shoving your arm away from him and stepping back out of reach as he walks away, “i’ll see you later, idiot.”

you chuckle as you walk into your dorm room finally, taking in the scent of familiarity. your room was silent and plain, the walls white and undecorated. you never found it in yourself to do anything about it, too consumed by studies. it was never a concern of yours, knowing that once you graduate you won’t have this room anymore. it wasn’t necessary.

plopping onto your bed, you easily fall into sleep. your marking finally easing as your eyes grow heavy, the thought of loving someone forever crosing your mind inevitably.

[08:37]

“y/n!”

“fucking hell, wake the hell up!”

“i’m going to knock your door down if you don’t-”

“what the fuck, hyuck?!” you shout, your mind hazy and sleep still in your eyes.

he grins from ear to ear, “i found him.”

you tilt your head sideways, brows furrowing in anger and confusion, “the fuck are you-”

“na jaemin,” he raises his head higher in confidence.

“what about him?” you raise a brow, “you’re roommates with him, right?”

“we’re also friends,” he rolls his eyes, “but yeah.”

“okay, so..” you sway a hand around, eagerly telling him to continue.

“he’s your soulmate.”

you choke on your spit, your eyes going wide as your blood runs cold, “the fuck?!” you pat your chest, and he laughs at your expense, “you can’t fucking say things like that, you idiot!”

“i’m not joking, though,” he pout, “i never exactly noticed it until before we went to bed last night. i’m not sure why, i guess because i never really look behind his ear,” he shrugs, “it’s weird to think about though, because the two of you aren’t really alike.” he looks you up and down before grinning again.

“don’t look at me like that, creep,” you scoff.

“i found your soulmate, where’s my ‘thank you’,” he pouts, shoulders sinking.

“uh huh,” you nod, “hyuck-”

“for once, i’m serious, y/n.”

he stares you down, his grin dropping and his eyes intensely searching yours. you’re about to speak, before closing your mouth again. was he serious? was he really fucking serious right now? panic rushes through your body, looking at him with wide eyes and looking absolutely terrified.

“hyuck!” you scream, punching him in the arm, “i fucking hate you!”

he furrows his brows, “what the hell?!”

“holy shit,” you breathe out, “i hate this.” you run your fingers through your hair, tugging only softly. the air was suddenly too much for you, your lungs threatening to close in on you.

“hey,” hyuck comes closer, “it’s alright. it’s not like you’re automatically dating or in love or anything.”

you look at him again, and his eyes are softer this time. your eyes well up, “this shit is fucking scary.”

“yeah,” he sighs, “sorry about that.”

you huff. this was how you learned who your soulmate was? how embarrassing is that. he’s your best friend’s roommate/friend. it was so sudden, like cold water being dumped on you early in the morning. you cross your arms, looking away from hyuck. you were searching for something else to say, but you stayed silent as he watched you closely.

“do you want to see him?” he asks.

do you? he was your soulmate. shouldn’t you want to? you froze as your eyes became unreadable to him. it was a simple question, but the action itself held intensity. it could be a start to a whole different side of your life you weren’t even sure you were ready for. but, would you ever be ready to meet him? probably not. it was now or never.

“does he want to meet me?” you shuffle, avoiding hyuck’s eyes as it comes out in a low mumble.

he chuckles a bit, “yeah, he does. he was practically jumping around when he found out.”

“does he know who i am?” you look at him this time, head tilted in curiosity.

“yeah,” hyuck shrugs, “why wouldn’t he? you’re my best friend. even if you never come over, he still knows about you.”

it was true. you never really did visit him. the only time you ever really saw jaemin was-

you gasp, raising a hand over your mouth, “i said hey to him that one time!”

hyuck looks at you like you’re stupid.

you roll your eyes, “i was dropping off your shirts that you left here, and he was passing by so i said ‘is that your roommate? hey roommate’.” you pout, realizing how stupid you sounded.

he laughs out loud, his head being thrown back, “seriously?” he looks at you, giggles escaping him, “you’re stupid.” he smiles at you.

you snarl, “whatever.”

“do you want to meet him?” he asks again, “quit avoiding the question.”

you sigh, “i should, right?”

“i would,” he shrugs casually.

you nod curtly, “okay.”

“okay..?”

you roll your eyes, “okay, i’ll meet him.”

his eyes brighten up as he fist bumps the air, “yes!” he grins and twirls around once before looking at you, “come on, idiot! let’s go!”

“i’m not dressed!” you wack his arm away that tries to reach for you.

he makes an ‘o’ with his mouth and nods, “get dressed then, i’ll wait in the car.”

you let out a long breath of air as he leaves.

how much different could jaemin be?

[9:48]

your nerves were on haywire. you felt like you were going to pass out, your breathing starting to labor. you were possibly so close to your soulmate. hyuck could notice your nervous energy, looking at you with worry as he hesitates on opening the door. you were standing outside of his apartment door, and he could tell you were internally fighting with your brain. it was worrying him to no ends.

“hey,” he spoke softly, his slightly high pitched voice soothing you, “it’s alright, you know.” he pauses, looking at the door before back at you, “we can do this another time-”

you huff, “no. i want to do this now.” your eyes were turning glossy, and it took you everything to simply look at him. he took note of the way your lip was trembling. “i’m just afraid.”

he pulls you in a tight embrace, “i know.” he shushes you as he feels your body start to sulk into him.

you pull away from him, you needed to face your fears. you were terrified of losing yourself in him. is that what happens when you find your soulmate? do you lose yourself? you want to believe that wasn’t the case, but loving someone can be so powerful that there is no doubt you will lose yourself at some point. loving someone takes energy. and you were scared you didn’t have enough of it to keep yourself alive.

hyuck slowly opens the door, letting himself in as you trail behind him. immediately, he lets out a dramatic groan, “i’m home, losers!”

you look at him with curious eyes, “wha-”

“haechan?” you hear a gruff voice, and it catches you by surprise. was this jaemin? his hair was ruffled, and it was only slightly curly like hyuck’s sort of looks in the mornings. he didn’t put much into his appearance, his sweatpants hanging lowly on his hips. you take in his looks, realizing just how pretty he actually looked in your eyes. it was almost overwhelming, “who’s this?” he points.

he looks at you, smiling softly, “her name is y/n.” you were confused. was this not jaemin?

“i’m jeno,” he holds his hand out, looking at you with respect glinting in his eyes. you nod back, it wasn’t. you softly take his hand and he shakes it twice before leaning away, “is this jaem’s soulmate?” well, he was blunt.

hyuck laughs as your eyes widen, “way to be subtle, dude,” he pats jeno on the back, “but yeah, she is.” the two boys look at you with bright smiles.

“she’s pretty,” jeno hums before starting to walk away, “good luck, he’s a bit hard to handle sometimes.” he waves you off.

you swallow, hard to handle? hyuck catches your gaze before rolling his eyes, “he’s being over dramatic, don’t worry.” he looks around before licking his lips and shouting, “jaemin! get your ass out here! miss soulmate is here!”

your face heats up, and you feel like you could die right then and there. did he have to be so crude? so direct? it was making you feel light headed, you only wished the ground would swallow you whole. you gulp as you hear footsteps that sound a bit scattered and a small bump and an ‘ouch’. you smile softly at the thought of your soulmate being clumsy.

“huh?” this voice is only slightly different, a bit more lighter but definitely deep. it sends shocks through your body, the thought of it belonging to your soulmate making your body start to shake. you were soon looking at a male with messy pink hair, his jeans clinging tightly to his legs. his shirt was crumbled and looked as if he had just thrown it on last minute. his eyes had a certain sparkle to them, and you were suddenly weak in the legs. and that’s when you see it. the marking. the marking that obviously belonged to the two of you.

“y/n,” he gestures, “meet jaemin.” hyuck smiles brightly.

you see as jaemin’s eyes travel over you, and when he flashes you his enthusiastic smile, you almost feel like toppling over on the ground. he was so beautiful, the prettiest man you had ever seen. you feel like you could smell him, too. his scent was strong from where you were standing, making you dizzy. he smelt like honey and vanilla. it was overwhelming your senses, and you were terrified.

he holds his hand out, “nice to finally meet you.” his voice. curse him and his voice. curse him for being your soulmate. you take his hand very reluctantly, and when you feel the way his soft hands feel in yours, you almost pass out again. he sees the way you start to tremble, and looks at you worriedly, “hey, woah, are you okay?” he goes to pull you closer to him, and you want to fight him and shove him back. but your body starts to fight against you. it felt like he had a magnetic pull on you. “y/n?”

then you start crying. your senses were so overwhelmed, your body starting to shake in his grasp. he gulps when he feels you try to shove him away, “i’m sorry!” you blurt out, eyes blurry and nose only slightly stuffed, “meeting my soulmate, i guess, has a weird effect on me.” you huff, wiping your tears as fast as they come.

jaemin nods in understanding, awkwardly looking at hyuck, “i get that. i was nervous to meet you, too.” it was silent for a really long minute after that as you tried to gain composure again. it was difficult, especially with him so close to you still.

“yeah,” you breathe, pouting slightly, “i’m sorry, i sort of ruined this all.”

he smiles at you, “not at all.” he was kind, taking your feelings into consideration, “if it’s too much, we can-”

“no!” you quickly say before you can even think. you look away for a minute in embarrassment before meeting his gleaming eyes again, “this is important to me.”

his expression goes soft, and he feels his heart start to tighten and his stomach start to turn. you were too precious for his own good. you were silently driving him insane, your scent and voice making him feel just as dizzy. he tried not to show it, though. afraid it would scare you off. he couldn’t risk scaring off the one thing he really had going for him.

“it’s important to me, too,” he says back, looking at you such intensity you weren’t sure you knew existed. it was all intense. the whole ordeal was intense. the air fell silent after that, and it felt like it was just the two of you in the whole entire world. you look around, trying to catch where the hell hyuck went. he wasn’t beside you anymore. it was just you, and jaemin. “here,” he hands a piece of paper when you gaze back at him, “it’s my number. you can call and text at anytime. you’re my soulmate, afterall.”

your chest hurts, and you feel like you’re losing your mind, “oh,” you take the paper silently, smiling at him softly, “thank you.” your voice was so quiet in the soft air, and it made him smile back twenty times brighter.

“anything for my soulmate.”

[13:02]

it took you four days to actually text him. and it took you two weeks to actually face him again since that day. you were moving incredibly slow, but he couldn’t blame you. you were so fickle, he was afraid of saying the wrong thing and chasing off his soulmate forever. your mind was always racing from one thing to another, and you had such an anxious demeanor. it was the opposite of his cool-headed one. he never really showed he was nervous, meanwhile you were always on the verge of tears at just the small sight of him. you weren’t sure why you were like this, or what was going on with you mentally. but you wanted to make this work. to hell with your anxiety.

you breathe out. it’s been two months since meeting jaemin, and the two of you were still only trying to get to know each other. it hasn’t been that long in your eyes, still going through the motions and trying to figure out if everything was real.

“you okay?” jaemin questions, his voice making your body start to spark.

you shift in your seat, “i know i sound like a broken record right now,” you swallow hard, “but i’m afraid.”

“tell me of what,” he was patient, his eyes not wavering. but yours were. they were all over the place.

“i..” you never truly said this out loud. you were even afraid of saying it aloud and making it come true. but he was your soulmate, you were supposed to trust him, right? “i’m afraid of loving you, in all honesty.” the room stayed silent as he waited for you to continue. he was so caring, it made you wonder if you already were starting to love him. “i can’t afford to lose myself in the process of loving you. it’s a scary thought. and even the possibility that you’ll run away because i can never set my mind straight, that scares me too. what if i love you, but you don’t love me back? what if this whole soulmate thing wasn’t made for me?” you look frustrated, eyebrows furrowed and gaze concentrated.

jaemin waited to see if you were done, and when you didn’t speak again, he responded. “i see we have the same mind, then.” he rests his head in his hand, “soulmates really do think alike, huh?” your eyes whipped in his direction as he looked at you softly, making your body start to melt and relax. “i’m not leaving. i know it doesn’t make much of a difference saying it, but i really don’t think you’ll be the only one loving their soulmate. i know i’ll love you. in time, i know i will. and that’s all i really have right now. i can’t predict the future but i know i’ll love you, and i know i’m going to be here.”

his eyes were intense, searching yours as if they held all the keys to everything he owned. as if they were the only way to his own sanity. you were once again overwhelmed, but it wasn’t in a bad way. you were starting to trust him. starting to ease into the idea of loving him, being with him as a soulmate. it was a warm thought.

“thank you,” your eyes tear up and he smiles at you, “a lot. really, thank you a lot.”

it was less tense after that. the air seemed to lighten day by day and you were really starting to grow really fond of him. jaemin was starting to open up your heart, and you were becoming less and less scared at the thought. you were willing to trust him with your heart when it came down to it.

[18:12]

seven months after meeting. neither of you have kissed, or shared more than a couple of nudges of touching. there was the occasional hand holding, but it was super rare. you were starting to notice the way jaemin would stare a little longer than normal. how he would try his best not to scare you away. it was all at your pace, and how you wanted it to be. but now, you wanted to kiss him. you wanted to feel what it was like to truly kiss and feel your soulmate up against you. was it as thrilling as everyone made it out to be? you hoped it was.

“jaemin,” you say his name, and he feels his ears start to burn from the way you say it with such grace. it was easily one of his favorite sounds.

“hm?” he hums back, yawning a bit as he sits beside you on the couch. it felt like you were oceans apart, the two of you not even close enough to graze your hands together. he sees the way you scoot closer to him. he feels his heart start to pick up pace, and suddenly he’s not tired anymore. “yeah? are you alright, y/n?”

you look at him, and for the first time in a really long fucking time, you weren’t nervous. you weren’t unsure, and you weren’t freaking out. and, for once, you were ready. completely ready to bare yourself to him. it wasn’t overwhelming, and you didn’t feel like you were suffocating. it was like living in the clouds. his scent came along your sense, and you almost visibly shuddered at the smell. he was always so sweet. you scoot even closer, your body so close to his the both of you can feel one another’s heat radiating off the other. jaemin shifts in his seat, but doesn’t make a move to get away from you. you take this as a sign of trust.

it all happened so fast, yet so slow. his lips were suddenly on yours, but at the same time it was such a long wait. the two of you were moving so in sync, your lips mushed together in a soft, passionate entangle. it wasn’t rough, wasn’t too much. there wasn’t a shit ton of tongue, and there wasn’t too many emotions. it was perfect in your eyes. it was slow enough to savor the feeling, and fast enough to ease your mind. your hands travel to his hair, and his go to your waist. it feels like heaven having him so close, feeling your soulmate’s emotions from the soft tingling behind your ear.

he pulls you slowly on top of him, so slowly as if he was afraid you were going to run away. but you weren’t. not in a million years. not after getting him so close for the first time ever. you were living in your own personal heaven. the world was starting to drift away from you, the only thing in your mind was jaemin, jaemin, jaemin. the way his hands would only softly rub against your sides, not ushering you to come closer unless at your own will. not initiating anything further or making you come out of the trance you were currently in. it was everything the two of you have done that lead to this very moment. the light touching, the occasional flirting, nothing ever being too much. nothing was ever too much with him. he did everything for you, with you. and you were extremely grateful for his patience. extremely grateful that he was your soulmate. the only man worthy of holding you together, but also keeping the smallest amount of distance just enough for you. it was all for you. everything he did, was for you.

when you part, out of breath, you’re both panting heavily and there’s a small string of saliva that connects between your lips and his. you rest your forehead on his, and he looks at you with shining eyes. you see an expression on him you were so used to, but this time it felt completely different. it felt different being so close to him. and it didn’t freak you out, or making you want to pull at your hair out of stress. your fingers stayed glued to his own hair, stroking and running them through his hair with ease. he enjoyed your touch and the feeling it gave him. you were his solace. his hands were on your waist, his thumbs moving and caressing you. it was silent, the air thickening.

neither of you spoke as you both leaned back in for another kiss. this one just as mind numbing as the last.

[20:20]

your eyes lock with his, and he’s moving so carefully like you’re made of glass. you were determined to make this the night you gave all of yourself to him. he never pressured you into anything, and you didn’t feel pressured in the slightest. none of this felt forced for the sake of the two of you being soulmates. it felt so natural, and you were expecting to find yourself scared. but you found nothing scratching at the surface of your brain as he sat on his heels, eyeing you with adoration. nothing but pure, unadulterated adoration.

“are you sure, love?” he asks. and it’s such a sweet nickname he had developed within the last few months. it was one year since meeting him, and every last second the two of you spent together, was always just as safe and loving as the next. you were truly starting to understand the concept of love, and why you were made just for him, and him just for you.

you lean up and stroke his cheek, his head leaning into the touch, “yes, jaemin.” you kiss him tenderly, your emotions swirling and your head starting to run dizzy, “i’m always sure with you.”

jaemin leans back and takes in your naked form, you were such a fucking goddess in his eyes. you were an angel made only for him, only for his eyes. it was such a pure sight, seeing you displayed just for him. he was slow with his hands and he trailed them along your thighs, admiring the way you raised your hips for him. he smiles softly at the action, your wet core coming into view and making him go crazy. he takes two of his fingers, spreading your lower lips apart and taking everything in. he hears the small plea you let out, followed by a soft whine. and he can’t seem to ignore you, easily slipping both of his fingers in. you were so wet, fuck.

“baby,” he groans, looking at the way you start to fist the pillow beside your head. your body was hot to the touch, and your neck was starting to tingle and become an overwhelming sensation. “you’re so pretty like this, always so pretty no matter what.”

he slowly, very fucking slowly, starts to move his fingers in and out. it was such an excruciatingly pace, making you toss your head back and forth and buck your hips into his fingers. you know he was just trying to stretch you out, his fingers scissoring in place before going in and out again. but you were dying to feel something more, dying to have him fill you up somehow.

“please,” you whine, and it’s such a pretty sound, “please, jaemin.”

“what do you want, my princess?” he leans down to kiss along your jaw and collarbone.

“you,” you pant, your hands coming up to run through his hair, “you, please. give me you. i want you, all of you.”

he can’t deny you, especially not after that. he slips his fingers from you, making sure to lick up what was left. he sighs at the taste, telling you just how sweet you are. he makes quick work to hover over you, giving you a sweet look as his eyes search yours. you lean up, asking for a kiss, and he grants your wish. the kiss was slow, slower than usual. there was no rush between the two of you, and you cherished this very moment. you made sure to remember this forever.

“are you ready?” he asks gruffly, his voice making you slightly jolt.

you nod, “yes, of course.”

he nods, too. letting out a soft breath, he slowly starts to sink into you. and it feels like you’re finally connecting. it feels like you were made to do this from the moment you met him, from the moment you even fucking knew about him. it was so sweet, the moment making your heart sing in your ears. you could feel him bottom out in you, making you groan at the feeling of his cock stretching you so well.

“s- so tight, princess,” he huffs, and his dick can’t help from twitching when your tight walls contract around him. you were too much for him, so good. “ah,” he breathes, head lowering onto your shoulder. when he leans over and starts to lick at the soulmate marking behind your ear, you keen into him and beg him to move.

“oh god,” you whimper in his ear, and it’s his favorite melody, “please, please move. i need to feel you move inside me, jaemin.”

he nods, his forehead starting to glisten with sweat. as he pulled back, and slowly went back in, you let out a noise you didn’t even know you had in you. it was such a pretty sound though, jaemin needed more. so his next thrust was a bit more harsh, making you cry out a soft shout of his name. it felt so good. his mouth was working at your marking, his hips moving so intensely against yours, occasionally opting for rubbing against your clit and then thrusting again. it was so overwhelmingly good. his cock scratched right against your sweet spot every single time, like he immediately knew your body before you even knew it.

“you feel so good,” he moans, and it’s such a sinful sound, making you tug on his hair, “god, y/n. you’re always so fucking good.” jaemin doesn’t cuss much, but fuck, it sounded so good so close to your ear like that. especially since he was groaning, sending you higher and higher towards your pleasure.

“jaemin,” you whine, one of your hands moving down to scratch at his back, and this is his sign to move even faster. it wasn’t rough, though. never too much, never in risk of hurting you. “your cock feels so good inside me.” you whisper, licking the shell of his ear.

he shudders, his hips stuttering against you, “and your pussy feels so tight around me, baby.”

you mewl, the sound coming our foreign to you but to him, it’s heaven. you were so close to coming undone around him, so close to cumming on him. he wanted you to cum first so bad. he reaches down and starts rubbing at your sensitive bud, making you gasp and buck against him. you were close, so close. he could tell from the way you were clenching around him.

“cum for me,” he huffs, his voice coaxing you even further to your release, “come on, baby. cum all over me, show me you’re mine. my pretty soulmate.”

he licks your marking again, and suddenly your wailing towards him, clutching him so tightly as you start to come undone around him. you were shaking beneath him, crying out broken syllables of his name. it was earth shattering, ground breaking even. he followed you not too long after, the intense feeling of you cumming around him sending shocks through his own body. he could feel your nails digging so deeply into his skin as he released inside of you, riding out both of your highs. he clutches the sheets tight, his hand coming up from rubbing against your clit, careful not to hurt you. it was heaven. this was heaven, you were right where you were supposed to be. with him.

you were both out of breath, sweating and incredibly warm. he slowly, very slowly again, eases out of you. he watches as his cum and yours mix together while falling out. he hums before getting up and making his way to the bathroom. you were grateful for him cleaning you up, the warm washcloth surprisingly cool on your hot skin. when he’s done, he throws it somewhere and quickly lays down to pull you against him, throwing a silk sheet over the two of you.

“i..” he gulps, licking his lips, “i love you.”

you clutch him tight against you, feeling as tears start to well in your eyes, “i love you, too.”

it was the first time ever really telling someone you loved them in this way. it was the first time ever making love to someone. the first time ever baring your soul with someone.

and you were so glad it was him, and no one else.

[14:34]

“you know,” jeno starts, sitting in the living room as the both of you wait for jaemin to hop out of the shower, “jaemin was actually really depressed before you.”

your eyes glance in his direction, “what?”

he flips through his phone casually before putting it down and looking at you with an intense gaze, “he tried to... well, he tried to take his life,” he gulps, and you only nod your head as you feel your heart quickening pace, “he’s not open about those kinds of things very often. none of us really knew he was like that. it’s very hard to tell when something is wrong with him.”

you look away from him, not really sure what to say, “i’m sorry.” and that was all you could manage. your mind was starting to run on haywire.

he shakes his head, “it was almost two years ago, it’s fine. but after that we all could tell he was only holding himself together for the benefit of others. but, when he’s around you, it’s like he doesn’t have to act. it’s like he really means it this time.” jeno pauses as you nod your head with a soft smile, “so, thanks, you know. for helping him out.” his gesture was awkward, but you knew he was doing his absolute best.

you look at him with genuine eyes, “you don’t have to thank me. he’s my soulmate, and i’d love him even if he wasn’t.”

jeno nods, “i know.”

the both of you hear jaemin’s door open, and you both act as if the two of you weren’t discussing the secrets of his life. and although a part of you felt like you were intruding, you were still glad to know. you were more than determined to make him the happiest man alive.

“ready?” jaemin asks, giving both of you a smile and gracing a soft kiss on your cheek.

you both nod, ready to go about your day like usual.

[17:56]

time seems to slow down, yet go by really fast around him. you were really starting to fall in love, hard and fast. it was a different type of love, and you were unsure if you were starting to lose yourself or not. you would die for him. you would risk your life, if it meant saving his. your heart ached as you sat on the kitchen counter, watching as he started to cook. it wasn’t clumsy, and he was actually a pretty good cook. it surprised you, in a way.

you swing your legs a bit, “jaemin?”

he glances your way quickly, nodding his head, “yes, love?”

you sigh at the nickname, a smile gracing your features, “you’re always so good to me.”

he raises an eyebrow, eyes peeling away from the directions for only a few seconds before he shakes his head with a chuckle, “you’re my soulmate. i love you.”

“is that the only reason you love me?” you tilt your head. if it wasn’t for the marking on your neck, would he still be by your side? you doubted it. but you still wanted to ask.

he shakes his head again, more serious this time, “no.” he’s affirmative with his answer, “i would love you, even without the stupid marking on your neck. you’re more to me than that.” he looks at you for longer than two seconds, his eyes holding yours in an intense battle.

you smile softly, “i love you, too.”

he nods, “i know.”

it was good to know he knew. you weren’t exactly as good at expressing yourself the way he was, and he knew that. but having these small conversations were enough for him. it was more than enough for him. he enjoyed your company, no matter what. hearing you tell him you love him just once a day was enough to put his mind at ease. he would love you regardless.

your eyes glance towards the time as you place a couple plates on the table, one for you, one for jaemin. you breathe in a deep breath. your life took such a drastic turn with jaemin around, and you were forever happy. as long as it was with jaemin, it didn’t matter where life took you. your soul marking starts to soothe into a deep cold. your back shivers.

“jaemin?” you rush to the kitchen, and you see him glowering with sunken eyes. “jaemin..?” you ask again, placing a hand on his shoulder. his grip on the counter tightens as you see tears start to roll down his flushed cheeks. his eyes are slightly covered by his bangs, but you don’t mistaken the look on his face, even with his head hung low.

“i..” he pauses, swallowing as his body starts to shake. he feels your arms wrap around his body with ease, and he’s quick to wrap his own around yours, too, his face pushed into your neck. you feel tears start to soak your shoulder and shirt, and confusion rushes through your mind. what the hell is happening? you rub along his back, trying to ease the pain he felt in his chest.

“you can tell me,” you whisper, and it coaxes him to sob harder. but you knew he needed this. he needs this small moment of breaking apart. “i’m here, jaemin.”

“amyotrophic lateral sclerosis.”

it was three words. but they struck you deep through the heart. you could feel your body turning stiff, your world spinning beneath your feet, your heart picking up pace. your whole entire world came crashing in on you in such a short amount of time. everything was changing, and this time it was for the worse.

na jaemin was sick.

he was sick, and there wasn’t a cure.

time passes. and you no longer have the courage to look at the clock, anxiously hoping time slows down just for a moment. it was overwhelming. everything was sickeningly slow, yet way too fast. you could see jaemin slowly growing weaker and weaker. no matter how many doctors you paid for, no matter how many pills he took, there was no slowing down how fast his body was starting to lose its momentum. it was breaking your heart.

memories had built with him over time. some good, some bad. but never enough to make you want to leave him. there was never a single doubt in your mind that jaemin wasn’t the one. jaemin gave you everything you weren’t sure of. he made you believe in love, made you realize just how much you needed him. he was there. he was always there for you. when you fell down, when you needed him the most, when you needed a pick-me-up. he was there. and you were more than determined to be there for him. he needed you now. he needed you to be there. and yoy were. weeks passed, weeks turning into months since being diagnosed. you knew there was no cure for what he had, and you knew death was almost certain in these circumstances. and even if the doctors said it most likely wouldn’t be soon, you still made sure to take mental pictures of jaemin every single time you saw him. you love him. you really, really love him.

“jaemin,” you run your fingers through his hair.

he croakily responds, his throat turning itchy, “hm?” he couldn’t find it in himself to properly respond, his body aching severely.

you could feel the aching in his bones. you could fucking tell it was tearing him apart. and it was hurting you like no other. why did this have to happen to you? why him? jaemin was nothing less of a perfect doting boyfriend. nothing fucking less.

tears were rolling before you could help it. you wanted to be strong for him, wanted to hold yourself together for the sake of his happiness. but you just couldn’t. your soul was bound to him, you were running on a rollercoaster of emotions. how could you even imagine living without him?

“hey,” jaemin sits up slowly, and you sob harder. your body racks and shakes, and he attempts to hold you. his eyes were sad, “i’m still here, you know.”

“they said it was increasingly getting worse..” your body was on the verge of giving up, your marking running cold, “i- i don’t know. i don’t know what i’m going to do, jaemin!” your life was falling apart.

“i won’t be going anywhere for awhile, y/n.” his voice easy, soft, comforting. it was everything you weren’t right now. how could he be so calm about all of this? especially when his bones were aching? when his throat was dying?

“i’m sorry,” your head hangs low, “i should be the one that’s there for you. god, i’m so sorry,” you shiver as jaemin pulls you into his embrace. he lays on the bed, and even if his body is begging him not to move, he pulls you even closer to him. because you mean so much more to him than his own health. and it was scaring you. “please, don’t do that. i need you to relax.”

he hums, unable to respond. his voice was dying out on him, reaching his limit for the day. so he does as you say, laying back and letting you pull blankets over the two of you. he feels you snuggle up next to him, eyes still stained with tears. and it hurts. it hurts his chest, and he feels just how shivering cold his marking is from how upset you were. there was a tinge of heat, simmering with the ice cold. you were battling a war inside your head, and he couldn’t help from feeling guilty. he was the reason you felt like this. and he couldn’t do anything.

“i love you,” you breathe, sighing as your senses flood with his smell, “so fucking much.”

he chuckles a bit, “i love you so much, too, my love.” he was exhausted, his eyes falling heavy.

your hands clutch tightly to the clinging fabric on his chest, eyes shut tightly as you reminisce this certain feeling of having him next to you. the moonlight has a pretty glow on his slightly pale skin. he was ethereal, the prettiest human you’ve ever laid eyes on. he made you so happy, and you were afraid of having to let it all go. you never wanted to leave him. never wanted him to leave you.

but nothing lasts forever.

and it hurts knowing that.

“i’m always going to be here, jaemin.” you kiss his cheek, watching as his chest starts to rise and fall easily, “always.”

your heart stops in your chest.

you thought you had more time.

it feels like you’ve completely been dumped in cold water, your veins knowing that something wasn’t right.

jaemin wasn’t breathing.

you woke up that morning, not feeling the easy breathing that would normally tickle the back of your neck. you woke up that morning, not hearing a croaky groan as he stretched. you woke up that morning, feeling nothing but his cold, lifeless body.

you woke up that morning.

losing the love of your life.

and it was earth shattering. you remember screaming, crying, cursing, demanding why this had to happen to you. you remember breaking down as jeno and hyuck rush in the room to see why you were so distraught. you remember the look of fear and realization. you rememeber feeling so sick to your stomach. you remember rushing to the bathroom, throwing up and feeling as your body starts to crash and burn on you. you remember the sirens of the ambulance. you remember the paramedics taking him away. you remember, you fucking remember.

and a weak part of you wishes you didn’t.

you were supposed to have more time. you were supposed to get married, have at least one child, see the world together. you were supposed to get your happy ever after with him. was there a reason why you were being tortured like this? was there a reason he had to go so soon?

you miss him. you miss his laugh, his smile, his sweet words he would whisper in your ear before he fell into a deep slumber. there was no replacing him. there was no replacing the feeling he gave you. and you remember curling in your bed for weeks, months at a time. you remember his funeral being held just a week after he passed in your arms that night. and you remember not going. and you remember hyuck screaming at you through the door that day, saying just how sick you are and how much a ‘terrible human being’ you were. but you didn’t care. no, you really didn’t. because nothing else mattered. not a single thing on earth mattered anymore. he wasn’t there anymore.

you weren’t proud to skip his funeral. you were breaking apart day by day, and you couldn’t find it in yourself to even eat anymore. you were surviving off of the bare minimum just to keep you alive. but, there were times where you barely even wanted to be. your soul was shattered. your heart was broken. you were already in a million different pieces. it was hell. you were living in your own personal hell. you watched day by day, week by week, month by month as his body started to give out. you watched, unable to help him. and you so desperately wanted to remember the good times with him, but everytime you did, it just tore you apart even more. you couldn’t find it in yourself to smile over the small moments with him, only finding yourself crying for the rest of the night until your body fell into exhaustion. you were at your peak, unable to process anything anymore. none of it felt real, yet at the same time, it all felt too fucking real.

you sigh, your heart heavy and your eyes filled to the brim with dried tears. you couldn’t feel anything anymore. you were exhausted. your body was turning tired, feeling as if the tears were even starting to dry out. your body couldn’t move. not for months, at least. it took you almost 5 months to finally get the courage to call hyuck and apologize for missing jaemin’s funeral. you were still grieving. still trying to pull yourself together after losing the one thing that truly held you together through your anxious mind. jaemin walked you out of your slumps. and now that he wasn’t here, you needed to do it on your own. at your own time, at your own pace. and you knew you would get there eventually. but it would never be easy. you will never be able to erase jaemin to the feeling he gave you. you would never be able to forget him. you will never love someone as much as you loved him, and you knew that was a given. you knew that. but it didn’t mean it didn’t hurt any less.

almost 7 months after his passing, you finally make it to his grave. you stand right in front of his tombstone, and you feel emotions flooding your senses. you trace your fingers lightly over your marking, and you wince. jaemin may be gone, but his memory will forever be there. you breathe in a long swish of air, feeling the cold sensation on your skin. it was mid-winter, the air feeling crisp beneath your fingertips. you look at the grey tombstone, noticing that just below his name was your soulmate marking. and you curse to yourself. you missed his funeral. you missed it, because you were too selfish to leave your bed. you were in such a broken state, unable to even move. you couldn’t bare standing in front of his casket, watching as they lower him into the ground forever. it would have broken you a million times more than you already were. you just weren’t ready. you didn’t think you ever would be.

but, here you were.

standing in front of him again.

you sit down, sitting criss-cross as you face him for the first time in months.

“jaemin,” it almost sounds foreign saying his name again. but you continue, you needed to. “you gave me my will to live. and i know that sounds cheesy. and i know that you would probably tell me that i shouldn’t think like that, but i’m just being honest. i love you, so much. i couldn’t bring myself to go to your funeral that day. because it felt like it was forever. i was scared of saying goodbye back then, i couldn’t imagine a life without you. and i still can’t. i still think about how much easier it would be if you were just here, and nowhere else. i think about every single moment we spent together, and i remember every single tiny thing we did together.” you pause, breathing in a deep breath, “i remember meeting you, telling you how i was scared, kissing you, loving you. i remember it all.. and i even remember waking up that next morning and realizing you were no longer there with me.

“you’re my soulmate, jaemin. and i hope you know that, despite my selfishness, i still love you. i still care about you. you were my everything. you were someone i could not live without. you taught me how to love, how to truly, fully love someone. you even taught me my own self worth. you eased the pain when it got too much. you made me realize i had a reason to live in the first place. you gave me life, jaemin. you made me feel so alive. and i will never be able to thank you enough for loving me through it all, even despite how mouthy and mean and selfish i could get. no matter how emotionally anxious i became. you were there, and i knew you loved me. i knew, because you were still there every single morning. telling me just how much i mean to you.”

for the first time in weeks, your eyes well up in tears. you feel one drop on your knee as you try to wipe the rest away.

“i love you, na jaemin. there is nothing more to it. there is no defining my love for you, and there is no forgetting the feeling you gave me. i will always love you. and i don’t think i’ll ever be able to fully let you go. but i need to do this, jaemin. i hope you can forgive me, and i hope to see you again one day.”

“goodbye, jaemin. thank you for loving me.”

and that night, you remember seeing a silhouette of jaemin, you remember hearing his sweet voice in your dreams.

“i love you, my love,” he spoke, “please, never forget that. you can let go now. it’s okay, i’ll always be here.”

and, despite it tearing you apart the next morning. you could feel relief wash over you.

you were letting go.

because i might not always have you but i’ll have the feeling of you for the rest of my life.

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Where We Stand

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Word count:5.7k

Genre: angst with fluff

Warnings: pregnancy, mentions of past miscarriage, blood and injury, Duchess Min and other characters from Stay, I swear there’s a happy ending

Summary by @minjoonalist: fluff, pain, almost pain, spain without the s' and fluff?

Link to ao3

Happy Birthday @sope-and-shine Belle, I love you! (also I’m sorry for not killing anyone off in this story, I just couldn’t)

I also want to say thank you to @minjoonalist and @sope-and-shine‘s Fae for reading through this to helping me edit and think of titles!

“How do I look darling?” you ask, slipping the thin dagger into the hidden slit in the corseted top of your dress.

The duke stepped closer to you and took in the reflection of the two of you together. You watched in the mirror as he swept your hair to the side and started to kiss you, his lips a gentle whisper against your neck. “You look… powerful. I’d have to be an imbecile to ignore that.”

“Is that it?”

You feel his lips forming a smirk against your skin, “Of course not, you’re stunning and you know it just as well as I do. How was I lucky enough to find a wife as brilliant and beautiful as you.” His hands find themselves at your waist, trailing back to play with the laces of your dress.

“Yoongi,” you laugh as you swat his hands away. “They just finished getting me all dressed up in this, I don’t want to call the maids back to retie this again.”

“I’m surprised you haven’t already, you normally make them redo this until it’s as tight as you can get and both of you are exhausted.” He wraps you in his arms again and turns the two of you to face the mirror, “unless you’re…”

He can feel the sharp breath you take, realizing he’d figured it out. “Please, don’t get excited, it's too early for that. I don’t want to tell anyone else just yet.”

“Who else knows?”

“My maid, she thought it was weird when I asked her to find dresses with a higher waistline. She figured it out pretty soon, and I politely asked her not to say anything just yet.”

“Mmhmm, and what do you mean by politely asking this time.”

“I may have… accidentally… threatened to have her tongue removed if she so much as hinted to it”

“You never cease to amaze me, my love.”

A sharp knock on the door interrupted the few moments of alone time you had left. The two of you rushed to finish getting dressed for the day, this meaning countless weapons being discreetly tucked away in the many hidden pockets of your clothing. It was an important day, and you made it a rule to be prepared for anything and everything that could go wrong. Today you had one mission and no one was going to get in your way, not even the king himself.

Looking back you should have said no when she asked you to walk her down the aisle. Traditionally she should have had a family member to give her away, but tradition be damned, if your best friend and closest ally wanted you by her side then nothing was getting in your way.

By the time you got there the poor dear was already panicking as she paced the floor of her dressing room. “What if I mess up or trip and the entire court starts making fun of me”

“I’ll give them something else to talk about.” You said, instinctively reaching toward your favourite dagger. It’s jeweled angel wings sitting at the very top of your gown, giving the appearance of a simple broach when tucked into it’s spot atop your corset.

“Y/N, no weapons. How many times do we have to say this, stabbing people doesn’t solve problems. It only creates more.”

You scoffed at her reply, knowing fully well that it was the first thought you had. “First of all, I wasn’t going to stab anyone… this time. Second, there’s no rule against blackmail or accidently sharing information that would draw far more attention to others.”

“I don’t know how you did this. You didn’t even know Yoongi when the two of you got married, I’ve known Tae far longer and I’m still way too nervous for all of this.”

“Are you kidding me?” You laughed, “I was a wreck on my wedding day. Hell, I practically had to be dragged down the aisle and I would have clawed my way out if I could. I wanted nothing to do with it, then again that wasn’t really up to me. Even afterwards I was still too nervous to actually talk to him, it was much easier to argue and plot all the ways I could get rid of him.”

“You were planning to divorce him?”

“Oh Queenie, divorce was mild compared to what I had in mind.” You smiled at the memories of when you first moved in with your husband. The two of you had barely spent a minute alone, and were at each other's throats any time you were in the same room. He expected someone docile, sweet, and a little fearful of him the way that almost everyone else was. What he hadn’t expected was to be matched with a wife even more stubborn and intimidating than he was, you had become the first true rivalry he had ever experienced and it was thrilling.

It didn’t help him to find out that he had met the only person with a reputation worse than his own among the court, nor that you had found ways to win over his entire staff in a matter of days. Despite being incredibly talented and an excellent asset to have on his side, Yoongi seemed determined to prove that he was still the one in charge for those first few months. Everyday was a competition and the two of you had engaged in a seemingly endless battle of bickering and petty vengeance against one another. Your favourite of these occurred after he made it a point of removing you from a meeting with the generals. He should have known better than to mess with someone who was feared by the court and adored by both his family and his staff.

That next morning as the sun began to rise Yoongi was nearly blinded by the amount of light pouring into his chambers, waking up to the smell of burnt fabric and charred toast. You could hardly contain your laughter when one of the staff recalled being called into the sight of him slipping on his robe only to find that the right sleeve had been completely torn off. Tears ran down your face as you heard about him storming around the room looking for something to wear to meet you at the breakfast table only to find most of his clothes had been sent off to the tailor to be altered or repaired in some way and he had been left with an assortment of mismatched clothing and heavy winter suits. That morning neither of you felt willing to give each other the satisfaction of reacting to the other’s actions. Showing weakness was to show defeat, and neither of you planned on losing. You couldn’t help but feel a sense of just pride as you watched your husband shift in his seat clearly displeased with the current state he was in, almost laughing as he hobbled in missing his left shoe.

You had almost missed the defeated sigh he gave as he took his seat across from you. If he were like any other man you knew, he’d have given you the outburst of rage that you had been preparing yourself for. Instead he had a rather gentle gaze as he met your eyes from across the table and spoke in a soft almost admiring tone, “We can’t keep doing this. I mean seriously, destroying my curtains, burning my breakfast, and ridding me of my entire wardrobe in one morning. And why? I’ve done nothing to offend you.”

The servants quickly began backing out of the room in anticipation of another argument between the two of you. “Nothing? You really think you’ve nothing wrong?” The icy glare you were so determined to keep directed at him was the only thing holding tears of frustration at bay. But you refused to let him or anyone else see you crying. “Yoongi, you undermine me at every opportunity available, making sure that I have no say in what is going on around me. I have no family here, no friends, no allies on my side. Everything here is about you, while I am constantly pushed aside and belittled by even your guards and servants. I was one of the most brilliant women my age. I learned the arts of battle, bribery, and blackmail by the age of five, and perfected each of them by eleven. And the worst part is all of that is going to waste, I am wasting away and it is all your fault.”

“I’m sorry I had no clue. I just thought you’d want a break from having to fight all the time, I guess I should have noticed this was wrong when you seemed so determined to argue at every opportunity possible.

“You really are an idiot sometimes.”

He laughed at this, the two of you finally sharing a moment of understanding and bonding over as you later called it his very best moment of complete stupidity.

As you sat there recalling all of this your eyes began to water and you let out a quiet sniffle. The two of you had been through so much since then and with very limited exceptions you wouldn’t change a thing. You may not have had the best of beginnings with each other, but he’d done his best to make up for that every day that you’ve shared since then. The two of you still bickered, but it was more affectionate and caring now that you’d decided to save your fury to defend one another.

“Y/N are you crying?” your best friend placed her hand over yours in a comforting gesture.

“No, of course not.” You tried to dry your eyes, but the gesture was not as subtle as you had hoped. “Fine maybe a little. I think I’m just feeling sentimental, all this wedding stuff had me thinking about when Yoongi and I were newly married and the time we had our first good fight”

“You still haven’t told me what happened to the shoes, and everytime I tried to ask the staff they just got really quiet and seemed like they were too afraid to speak.”

“Well, I took all of his left shoes and I had one of my maids put a box outside his room. Then I took most of them and put them away in the box, and I sent the rest away to be burned.”

“You burned his shoes”

“Only the left ones, and only the pairs I didn’t like. Besides if I were to do that now there would have been a lot more of them being burned, I swear just the smell of that shoe polish is enough to make me sick nowadays. Then again there’s been a lot of things that do.”

“Are you, you know?” The young queen-to-be asked, doing her best to emphasize the implied meaning.

“Am I what,” you asked, a challenging tone in your voice. It was obvious she knew, but if she wanted to ask she would have to use her words.

She gives you a knowing smile and pulls you in for a hug, “Congratulations Y/N!”

“Oh, shut up” you laughed trying to hide how nervous you were feeling. Yes she was your best friend, but this pregnancy was news you didn’t want out to the public just yet. “Today is your day, I don’t want to take away from that.”

She rushes to the clock at this realizing the two of you were running horribly behind schedule. As you rush through the halls together, you do your best to pin her veil in place and keep the train of her dress from collecting dust and dirt from the floor. Both of you pause outside the closed doors grandly looming before you, your faces warm and nearly out of breath.

You begin the task of fixing her appearance one last time before everything starts changing again. She was always so small and quiet when you first met. You never thought such a timid young woman would come this far, but something about her just spoke of being so much more than just another commoner. And now here she was in the most delicate white gown with layers of chiffon carefully draped over each other and tiny sleeves resting just off of her shoulders, looking more composed and regal than anyone you’ve ever seen before. The light reflects against some of the crystals sewn into her veil almost creating a halo around her. The light airy dress looked stunning on her and seemed even brighter as the two of you stood side by side. All the intricate layering and the bright white of her dress contrasted beautifully against yours. It wasn’t your original plan but the midnight blue gown and it’s simple pattern seemed to exaggerate your figure in the best of ways. It’s plain bodice and jeweled collar drew attention up and away from the changes you were hoping to hide.

The doors are drawn open and the two of you take a sharp breath as you begin the long anticipated journey down the aisle. To anyone else she would seem calm and composed, but you knew better, “You know, I’ve still got the carriage waiting outside. Say the word and we’ll start running. I’ll even lead the horses myself if that’s what it takes.”

You can see the slight bounce of her shoulders as she begins silently laughing. Looking around you begin to hold on to faces in the crowd, doing your best to remember where everyone was seated to use for later. It was a shock to see Namjoon and his new bride so close to the front, you thought they’d be in the back where she’d be hidden away from the prying eyes of so many nobles. After all, their relationship had been quite a scandal and she was much too far along to hide anything. What didn’t surprise you was the look on Taehyung’s face when he saw you and his fiance nearing the altar. The two of them were stupidly in love with each other and you could see that from a mile away.

You found yourself rather exhausted after all the excitement from the queen’s wedding, deciding to take just a short break at home before involving yourself with any of the court’s drama for a while. It was meant to be just a week, maybe two at the most but as time went by it felt much better to be in the manor with Yoongi than anywhere else. The two of you were still bickering like any other day, but being at home gave you a space away from the rest of the court once you’d started showing. The two of you became cautiously excited about your future child, still too worried to be fully invested but getting closer as each week went by.

There had been a few rough times along the way, but everything had been going well for the most part. That little piece of hope growing each day was worth any of the worries and discomforts you were facing, even the morning sickness that lasted much longer than you would have preferred. You thought things were getting better until another worrisome incident took place.

“Yoongi, I started bleeding this morning, and something feels very wrong.”

“Are you alright?” He shook his head realizing his mistake, “I’m sorry that’s a ridiculous question. What are you feeling, is there anything I can do?”

“I’m scared Yoongs, I don’t know what’s going on and I can’t tell if it’s normal or if it’s going poorly again. It can’t end like last time, I can’t lose another. I don’t know if there’s anything that can be done, I just don’t want to be alone.”

He crawled up into the oversized bed beside you, gently taking you in his arms as he brushed your hair aside. “I know there’s nothing you or I can do and it’s completely out of our control, but I want you to remember I’m here and I will always love you no matter what.”

The midwife had a sad smile when she entered the room. Mrs. Lee was one of the oldest staff members serving the Mins, having delivered you herself. It warmed her heart to see the two of you curled up together so caring and gentle for once. She had originally been hired to act as a wet nurse, but when your mother went into early labor the midwife had been by her side. You’d practically been raised by her along with a few other maids, so when you found out you were with child there was only one person you wanted to have with you.

Mrs. Lee had seen you grow from a small frail infant to a rather intelligent young woman, and knew almost all of the struggles you had faced along the way. It was always her that you went to with any problems whether it was scraped knees or scheming nobles. Your first pregnancy was rough to say the least, and she was there for all of it holding your hand when everything came to it’s heartbreaking end.

And here she is now, doing her best to keep you calm as she conducts her exam. You begin to shift as you feel another one of the pains you’d felt earlier. It wasn’t horrible, only strange and unpleasant. Yoongi presses his lips to your forehead while you begin to play with his hands to distract yourself. The two lay holding tight to one another as you wait for the midwife’s news. As she felt your stomach, Mrs. Lee paused for a moment furrowing her brow before suddenly bursting out in a smile unlike any other.

“Your Grace, I have good news and even better news. First off your child is in perfect health at the time being.”

You let out a heavy sigh of relief, both of you feeling as though a large weight had been lifted.

“Second is those little pains you were complaining about. It’s not something going wrong that feeling is from the baby kicking. A lot of mothers complain about it being an odd feeling, but it’s good and it means that the baby’s doing well.”

“They didn’t kick last time,” you whispered.

“I know Angel,” she explained. “But you’re much further along this time, and you seem much healthier. Having some spotting this late is a bit concerning, but so long as you start getting enough rest and I keep checking up on you, I don’t think we have anything we need to be too worried about. I’m going to head out now and give the two of you some space, but you can call for me at any time even if it’s something small.”

Mrs. Lee excused herself and quietly left the two of you on your own once more. Yoongi loosened his embrace and turned to face you, there were tears in his eyes and the biggest gummy smile he’s had. You take your hand and place his against your stomach where your unborn child kept kicking. The two of you sat in a comfortable silence for a while before he finally felt something, “They kicked! They actually-” He laughed and gave a joyful little sigh at this, “I love you so much Angel, you’re going to be an amazing mother.”

“I love you too Yoongs, I couldn’t do any of this without you. We’re going to be a great team, but I think our child is going to need a name pretty soon.”

Yoongi gave you an evil grin, “We should name her Yoonji”

“Absolutely not, I think I’m going to be sick,” you announced pressing your hand to your stomach. “We are not naming her after your sister, she’s too much of a b-”

“You can’t keep calling her a bitch, especially when we’re in front of others,” he tried to sound exasperated but the laughter that followed quickly put an end to that act.

You rolled your eyes at the ridiculous argument the two of you kept falling into, surely there were more important things than your opinions and not so backhanded comments about his sister. “Please be serious. If you could choose any name for our child, what would it be?”

“What about Aria for a girl’s name?”

You smile and take his hand in yours once more, “I think it’s beautiful, but we’re not going to need it. We are having a son.”

“My Love, I have no doubt that you know just about everything but we’re not going to find out until they’re here. There’s no way of being sure.”

“No, I’m absolutely sure. This child will be our first beautiful little boy, and I know I’m right. It’s a mother’s instinct and I’m never wrong.”

“Then what are you suggesting, since you’re never wrong.”

“What about Hyun-Su?”

“It’s perfect.”

You pull him closer and reach up to cup his face between your hands, “We’re going to be good at this, right? They’re going to turn out better than we did.”

“I hope so,” he turns his head slightly as he presses his lips to each of your palms. “Regardless they’re going to grow up knowing that they have two parents who will love and fight for them no matter what.”

The two of you stayed under the covers, wrapped in this moment of relief and utter bliss at knowing that your child would grow to be safe, healthy, and above all else loved. What you didn’t know was that this joy would be short lived as much grimmer news was always just around the corner. You had found out quite some time before Yoongi, receiving the letter from one of the associates you had within the court. Oftentimes it paid to have eyes and ears throughout the kingdom, but for possibly the first time you regretted having this knowledge. The letter shook in your hands as you considered your choices, you could send help but you knew there would be some kind of trap lying in wait. There was no way you would risk losing Yoongi to such an obvious scheme, even if it meant sacrificing someone else. Throwing the parchment into the fireplace you watched as all of it crumbled to ash.

The letters kept coming, this time from the Southern Kims themselves each one growing more desperate in their pleas for assistance. It would be one thing to send soldiers, but you knew Yoongi would try to go with and fight the second he heard that Seokjin was in danger. The Kims were kind and had been there for you and your husband every time you needed help, they deserved better and it broke your heart to turn them away knowing that they and their children were likely to die.

At first you just hid them in the pockets of your dress, but after one had nearly slipped out in front of Yoongi you had taken more precautions in hiding the precious information contained in the writing. It began with storing them under the dresser, and then in your pillowcase, burning them the second you had a chance. You had been pulling up the floorboards in search of a new hiding place when Yoongi finally found out. Pushing the envelope under your skirts you had tried to keep him from noticing anything amiss. Unfortunately your husband was more observant than you would like to give him credit for and he had known you long enough to know how you’d try to hide something.

“Yoongi, you can’t go. These aren’t just another group of ruthless barbarians stupid enough to slaughter their own men, they’ll know that you’re coming and they will plan for that.”

“I’ll meet with the generals before I go, we’ll come up with a plan. It will be alright, I promise.” He took your hand in his willing you both to believe the words he said.

You pulled away from him as you stood, “Very well, we can meet with the generals and send troops to help the Kims. However, you are staying here.”

“No, Jin might get on my nerves at times but he’s one of my closest friends. I’m not going to do nothing while he and his family are at risk.”

“What about our family? I know I didn’t want to get too excited about anything, but we don’t have very long until we’re parents ourselves.”

“I’ll be back before the baby comes, without so much as a scratch. I promise.”

“Please don’t. Don’t make promises that we both know aren’t guaranteed.” You took a shakey breath, “Yoongi, I rarely ask anything of you, but this time I am begging you please don’t go. I can’t lose you- we can’t lose you.”

He said something, but you could hardly process the words as his footsteps echoed across the floor, he left you with the hollow sound of your bedroom doors swinging shut behind him and a simple apology mumbled from behind the sealed doors.

You refused to sit and do nothing as your husband led himself to slaughter, if there was anyway to prevent his death you would find it. Collecting all the debts and favours owed to you by the less than upstanding members of the court was just the beginning. It took more bribing and blackmail than you had bargained for, but you got other nobles to send the reinforcements you needed. Lady Park had been all too cooperative after you happened to mention a certain nude portrait and it’s current whereabouts, she and her husband sent twice the guards you had asked for and even provided maps of the area. As for the others, some were less generous but were still eager to compensate you for information or silence in one way or another. The Northern Kims were unable to send any troops of their own. However, Namjoon’s young wife had provided a sizable amount of gold and information on a mercenary group that was up to the job. You had nothing to use against them and didn’t know of anything they were in need of, but for some reason she had given you help regardless. It was a small kindness, but a greatly appreciated one in your time of need.

Everything was in place and you’d given the go ahead for them to approach the men surrounding the Southern Palace, but you’d yet to hear back from any of your troops. All of this had been meant as a backup plan in case something went wrong, but as days turned into weeks Yoongi’s chances of success were growing smaller. You’d taken to pacing the halls at night as your due date drew nearer, he should have been back by now.

“Y/N, you have to rest. You're putting too much stress on your body and that’s not good for you or the baby,” Mrs. Lee warned as she pushed your hair away from your face.

“ Well... seeing as how he’s the one causing all of this, you can take that up with Yoongi once he’s back. Until then I’ll be up doing everything I can to make sure that he comes home in one piece.”

Mrs. Lee didn’t seem too fond of your reply and folded her arms across her chest, “I’ll be sure to mention that, but until then I want you to be resting as much as possible and taking care of yourself. So little miss, you will be in bed, eating three full meals a day, and you will not be fussing over all of this anymore. What’s done is done and all we can do is wait.”

One of the maids came knocking at your door, disturbing your mandated rest. Somehow you’d become even more confined to your room after the slight back pains you’d felt that morning. You’d been told to get your rest and avoid getting too worked up. Mrs. Lee would be furious if she found out, but she wasn’t the one in charge here and you had told them to wake you at any hour if they had news from your husband. The young girl had placed a small parcel before you and saw her way out as quietly as possible. You tore the small bow apart, unwrapping it as quickly as possible, tearing the paper piece by piece until you felt shredded wet fabric against your hands.

From the mess you were able to identify one of Yoongi’s jackets, torn to bits and coated in sweat from the battlefield. You’d grown used to seeing things like this, but what stopped you in your tracks were the warm heavily saturated stains of blood that had seeped into the cut fabric. He’d sent you these before, but never in this condition. The two of you had a running joke that he could damage any clothing or armor he wore in a fight, so long as he came home unharmed. But this didn’t seem like it came from someone else, if he had been wearing this then it had to be his blood. Picking up the paper, you looked again for a ransom note, a threatening letter, anything that would tell you that he was still alive, but there was nothing else. He was gone and there was nothing you could do about it.

You felt a sob forming as a different kind of pain tore through you. It was a kind of pressure that brought you to your knees, crying out as Mrs. Lee rushed to your side. She helped you to the edge of the bed, helping you to lay back as she wiped the tears from your eyes.

“It’s going to be alright Y/N, we’re gonna get through this.”

“I can’t- I can’t do this alone. I’m not ready.”

Mrs. Lee takes your hand and squeezes it in hers, “You’re not alone, I’m right here with you

“That’s not what I mean and you know it, he’s gone.”

“Now that’s enough of that, you need to save your energy. I was trying to keep you from going into labor this soon, but it looks like it’s about time to push.” You shook your head at Mrs. Lee’s words as you tried to delay the inevitable. As much as you attempted to stall your labor, your efforts had been in vain as you entered the hours of pushing. Your vision blurred from falling tears as you cried out for the one person who vowed to be by your side for moments like these, all the while knowing that he was never going to walk through that door again

“Angel, I’m here.” Yoongi’s voice called out as the doors were thrown open.

“You’re hurt,” you commented as you took his face between your hands. He had a large gash running down his face, the cut at first glance seeming to go through his eye as well. As you started to remove the blood it became clear that it had been a very narrow miss, but was deeper than you had hoped.

“It’s only a scratch.”

“Oh really, If that’s only a scratch then all this is but a stomach ache and I should be up and about in a few minutes at most.”

“That’s hardly a fair-” Unfortunately for Yoongi, whatever argument he had planned was soon cut off by your yelling at yet another contraction. He climbed into the bed behind you, holding your hand as you cursed him for putting you in your current position.

Whomever said that the pain of childbirth disappeared from one’s memory the second they held their child was horribly wrong, and you wanted nothing more than to personally stab that person in the stomach so that they could feel a fragment of everything you went through. And yet, when you looked at your newborn son it felt as though all that pain were worth it. Yoongi had somehow forgotten about all the horrible things you had called him during labor, or at least decided not to bring it up for a very long time. Your child had made an early and all too exciting entrance into the world, and all of you seemed to be recovering from this in one way or another.

Yoongi had been healing very well, but it became apparent that his wound would leave a scar. Not that you minded, he’d teased you about yours since the very first night the two of you had known each other intimately. Even now as you lie in bed he still traces the two lines on each side of your spine, pressing a kiss to each of the spots he claimed must have held the wings of an angel before you had fallen.

“I think we’ve earned ourselves at least a full day of napping.” Yoongi commented, already pulling the covers over the two of you.

“Just one?” You asked, “If you ask me I think we should try and break our old record and try for at least two and a half days of sleep.”

“When did we,” he paused as the memory dawned on him, “Are you talking about the New Year’s when we were snowed in with the Park family. I remember being in bed for most of that weekend, but I don’t recall much sleep going on at the time.”

“I was talking about after all of that, we ended up being so tired that we spent our last couple days asleep. We could have gotten a few more hours of rest if their staff hadn’t woken us up.”

“Well, there’s no one to bother us now. And our son is sound asleep, so I think we should be too.”

The two of you glanced at the tiny figure in the crib across from you, he looked so small and fragile but you had been relieved to know that he would continue to grow into a strong and healthy young boy. He was only a few days old and you were already starting to notice that he had formed his dad’s same habit of oversleeping, “Hey Yoongs, I’m happy he takes after you.”

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missnxthingg · 4 years

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Hi!! Idk if you’re still taking requests but I was hoping if you can make an angsty one with Tom? Maybe the reader finding out that he’s been going out with someone else but instead of her lashing out, she keeps it to herself. Until one day, she just breaks down and says she she knows? Maybe she’ll give like her promise ring or necklace to Tom? It’s so specific but it’s been in head for awhile. Thank you!!

A/N: And here it is! Thank you for sending me that message to help me understand your request and I loved writting this. I feel like this is the first one who does not have a happy ending, but I like it. Hope you like it too.

Words: 2.5K

Warnings: Cheating, mentions of sex, angst.

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

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DANCE LITTLE LIAR

Over your life you had many examples that love wasn’t the easiest thing in the world. People cheat, people lie, and they eventually grow apart. Your first example was when you and your mother caught your father in bed with another woman after a day out shopping together. You were only five, your sister was eleven, and you watched your whole family fall apart in front of your eyes. The second example came when you were twelve, and your sister was eighteen. She had an awesome boyfriend, the kind of one that everybody loved and that was really nice, but no one really knew that he lied about many things in his life, and ended up trading your sister for another girl before he went to college.

So you never really believed love would happen to you, because it never truly worked for anyone in your family. Why would it work for you? And for a long time you believed that, and you grew up knowing you’d never have a boyfriend that loved you and that you’d be together forever. But you met Tom in High School when your mom decided to register you into a new school so you could pursue your life long dream to be an actress and act in plays. The BRIT School had many talented and nice people, but he was the nicest one in your class.

Tom was the sweet boy that everyone loved to be around. He was cute and funny, and always made people smile somehow. You quickly became friends, because you had so much in common, and one of those things were that you were both playing in a local theater. That made you closer than ever, because you’d see each other a lot. That made both of you develop feelings for each other, but it took many years until they finally got together. He knew it was a big deal for you, and probably that’s why he took his time to finally kiss you for once.

“I wanted to do something.” He said that one day he got you out to have some ice cream and just hang out.

“What is it?” You asked, with a grin on your face. He smiled brightly to you and leaned in, giving you a small peck on your lips. You cupped his cheek and pulled him closer, deepening the kiss for once.

“I wanted to do that for so long.” He said between kisses.

“I’m glad you did Tom.” You smiled to him and caressed his face, completely lost in his eyes.

“I wanna give you something.” He looked down to his hand, where he was holding a black velvet box. “I know it’s early to give you something like this, but this means a lot to me. You mean a lot to me, and I just wanted you to have a piece of me so you’d know I’ll be forever by your side.”

He opened the box, revealing a beautiful ring with a small butterfly set with little diamonds. It was simple, small, but so beautiful. It made you tear up and kiss him so intensely. The ring was the most beautiful thing you’d ever gotten and you didn’t even know how to accept it.

“I loved it so much, it’s beautiful.” He put it on your right hand, and kissed it right after.

“It’s a promise ring, and it means that as long as you wear this, I’ll be yours.” You caressed his face and kissed him again.

“Thank you, you’re amazing.”

You’ve been together ever since that day. You were so young, and even though you thought you’d never find love in your life, Tom made you feel like maybe with you it would be different. You both got what you always wanted, respect roles, him in movies, you in theaters, and life wouldn’t be better for the both of you. Now you were both living in New York for a while. He was doing a big movie and you finally got to Broadway, where you always wanted to be. You couldn’t be happier, until everything started to fall apart.

Tom usually picked you up in work after you were done with the play. Normally, he’s never late for anything, but for some reason he was always late to get you in work. You first started to notice something was wrong when he got there late wearing his shirt inside out. He was acting weird, but you let it go, not shifting the way you acted with him because you refused to believe something was wrong.

“Maybe he just had a bad day, that’s all.” Jessica said to you the next day when you were both getting ready for the play. She was working with you on the play, and you were best friends on and off screen. “And the shirt… Well, maybe he just didn’t see it was inside out when he got it back on after the shooting day.”

“Yeah, maybe your right.” You finished you makeup with mascara and looked back to her, that was applying her character’s signature color, deep red. “It’s just… I have some issues with this kind of stuff. My parents are separated and my dad cheated, so it was slightly traumatic.”

“I know babe, but I know that Tom loves you with his whole heart. So you shouldn’t have any doubts about him, because you two are end game.”

But that night you got stood up for one and a half hour, and even had to get your own dinner on a hotdog food truck, and ate it on the cold sidewalk, waiting for him. You were almost giving up and getting yourself a taxi when he pulled over with his car and honked to get your attention.

“I’m so sorry baby. It took too long for everyone to finish the scenes today, and New York’s traffic is horrible.”

Liar. You weren’t stupid, and you could smell a sweet perfume all over his car, and it definitely wasn’t yours, because you hated sweet perfume and it made you want to throw up. His hair was messy, and it wasn’t a common thing, because he always got out of the studio with a great hair because of all the makeup they did to him.

“Uhm, it’s okay. Just go home, I’m tired.”

“Don’t you even want to stop somewhere and have dinner? We could go to that mexican restaurant you love so much.”

“I’m not actually in the mood, busy day. And I ate a hotdog from a food truck. I just want to sleep.”

“Okay, we can cuddle and watch a movie, what do you think?” He smiled to you and even though you were upset, he knew how to make you fall in love with him again.

“That would be nice.”

You decided not to say anything about you knowing, just to see where it would drive you. Maybe he’d eventually stop, and maybe it was only a one time thing and he’d just be over with it soon. But it happened at least three nights every week, and it was starting to piss you off. It was starting to be noticed during sex as well, when he would get so into it like before. It had been weeks since you last had a proper orgasm, and you’d do most of the work everytime. Of course you didn’t want to talk about it, so you’d just get it all over and go to sleep.

But you had great nights together. One day you even went out do dance, and some other one you stayed home and ordered food, drank some wine and sang to a lot of songs together, facetiming people from back home together. You’d still have a lot of fun, but somehow you couldn’t shake it off your head. His lips didn’t taste the same, and you weren’t in sync as before. And even though that night was a lot of fun, during a moment he was in the bathroom and you were talking to his brother Harry on his phone, he got a text and you could clearly see it wasn’t meant for you to see.

Lily: “I can’t wait to see you baby!“

Lucky for you, you were a great actress and you managed to not let him know that you saw it, pretending to be totally clueless, until it eventually it started to piss you off. It was the third time that week he was late to pick you up and you ended up getting drunk with Jessica after your play and letting everything go to her. Her best friend listened to her tell about everything she found out, and got mad at her because she was pretending to not know anything.

“You should tell him you know!”

“I can’t tell him Jess. First of all, I shouldn’t be getting into his stuff.”

“Yes, you should.” She got up and pointed to you with her glass in hands. “Specially when it directly affects your relationship. He’s cheating, and getting away with it!”

“I know! But I don’t know how to do it! If I act like a crazy bitch it won’t be right, but I can’t keep being cool about it.” You leaned back into your seat and finished the last glass of wine.

“You better think about it quickly babes.” Your phone started to ring, and Tom’s name appeared on the screen.

“He’s here. I gotta go.” You kissed her cheek and gathered all your things.

“Finish him (Y/N)!” She shouted, watching you leaving quickly.

But you didn’t have the courage to do it. He arrived there feeling a little sick, and it made your heart crumble. You wanted to take care of him, and that’s what you did when you got home. He stood you up and there you were making soup to make him feel better. God, you were stupid!

One day it was your four year anniversary and you decided to do a little something for you two since you didn’t have to work that night. Your prepared a nice dinner, and organized the whole apartment with aromatic candles, flowers and good wine. You even dressed up nicely with a pretty lingerie for him. Maybe that night would be the turning point to your relationship and it would be okay for once. But eventually it got late, and you were almost giving up on waiting for him, starving and bored, and obviously upset. It was your anniversary, and he was with the other girl. You fought your urge to cry because you were better than that, and waited for him. You ate the food alone, and poured yourself some wine to watch some comedy movie on TV while waiting for him. Every time half an hour passed, you rolled your eyes and your blood boiled in anger, but you needed to be strong.

He arrived when it was almost 11 PM and you was already considering going to bed, leaving everything you planned behind. He found you lying on the couch with a blanket over you. The candles were already out, and the food was cold in the oven, and your heart was shattered, but it had been for a long time. He removed his shoes and lied over her, giving her a lot of kisses on her cheek and on the top of her head. The smell was there, it wasn’t his cologne, it was the sweet perfume again. The smell made you sick, and it wasn’t because it was too sweet.

“Hey darling, I’m sorry I’m late.” You gave him a forced smiled and nodded, turning your attention back to the movie. He cuddled into you, giving some more kisses on your face and neck. “What’s up with all the candles?” He looked around while sitting straight and you shrugged, fixing your position.

“They just smell nice. And are cheap.”

“Uhm.” He nodded and walked to the kitchen to find something to eat. “Baby, you made lasagna?”

“Yeah, I felt like eating it today.”

“You know that’s my favourite.” He smiled to her and turned the heat on to make it warm again.

“I know.” She was keeping it short and low, making it clear that she wasn’t okay.

“Okay, what’s wrong with you?” He asked, making his way back to the living room.

“Do you know what day it is?” You asked and he thought a little about it.

“April 18th.” He said and you arched your eyebrows. “Why?”

“Nothing special to relate with this date?” You asked, pouring some more wine in your glass.

“Our anniversary.” He said and you nodded, finishing the wine quickly. “I’m so sorry, I forgot.”

“I’m sure you have a good excuse to why you’re late.”

“It’s just…”

“Traffic was horrible, it took too long to finish the shooting today.” You cut him, not raising your voice not even for a second. He sighed and sat down. “You don’t have to pretend anymore.”

“How long have you known?” He asked and you sighed, feeling your heart crashing slowly.

“Two months, at least.” He nodded and pressed his lips together. Tom couldn’t even look at you in the eyes. “I bet Lily is pretty.”

“She’s not prettier than you.” He said and you laughed sarcastically.

“You’re funny, you know. That’s just something straight out of a comedy movie.” You were pissed of course. “I don’t know why did you do it, and I don’t know why I held it for so long, but I can’t take it anymore.”

“Baby, I’m sorry…”

“You say you’re sorry too much Tom. But it’s okay, love never works anyway, and I’ve known it since I was little. It was eventually going to happen to us too.”

“I don’t know why I did it (Y/N), I’m so sorry.”

“It’s because you never really loved me Tom.” You got up and gathered some of your things such as phone and purse.

“That’s not true. I’ve never loved someone so much before. I really truly love you baby, and I’m deeply sorry for everything I made you go through. I’ll never see her again, and I promised I’ll do anything to make us okay again.”

“You were with her Tom, on our anniversary. I don’t think I believe in such thing anymore.” You finished gathering your things. “How long thisbeen going on?”

“Three months.” He said, keeping his voice low, and you nodded, putting your bag over your shoulder.

“I’ll sleep at Jessica’s tonight. And I’ll be back tomorrow to get my things. And please, don’t bother on trying to win me back, because that’s not happening.”

“Baby, please don’t go.” Tom rushed to her with tears in his eyes and held her arm, but she shook her head and glanced down to her hand. She removed the butterfly ring from her hand and stood it up to him.

“I think I won’t need this anymore.” She let her first tear fall since she found out about him, and he was already lost between his own.

“Please, don’t… Baby. We were meant to be together forever. I was so stupid, oh God. I’m sorry, please stay! We’ll make it work. Please don’t leave me. Don’t give this back to me.” He said and you cleaned your own tear, shooking your head no.

“Goodbye Tom.”

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troop-scoop · 4 years

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Mistakes & Regrets XI

Summary: When a trip to your Dad’s hometown of Hawkins goes wrong, you end up in the year 1983, and have to learn how to cope with being stuck in the past.

Pairing: Steve Harrington / Future!Reader (like, a really slow burn)

Warnings: Idfk probably swearing?

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“How are you feeling?”

There wasn’t really an answer ready to be shot out at Owens when he asked that. It was the usual question asked by doctors when they wanted to get in your head, see what they needed to see to know if you were mentally alright. This felt like a mental evaluation after all.

You shrugged a bit and Joyce gently elbowed your arm that was against the wooden armrest. Looking at her you saw the worried look on her face. It was just a few days before Christmas, and none of you wanted to be here, let alone you.

No, the depression den that had become of the single bedroom apartment you’d been moved into was calling your name. The two liters of soda that contained more caffeine than necessary were also calling you.

The fear of falling asleep was overwhelming, and you knew that the cheap concealer you’d bought wasn’t completely hiding the dark bags under your eyes.

“It’s perfectly okay to not know how you feel. I don’t I think I would either-”

“When I was younger, my favorite movie was ‘Back to the Future,’ has that come out yet?” You doubted it, having not seen any posters or seen the VHS tape in the video store the last time you were there with Steve.

Owens mimicked your shrug from just seconds before. “I haven’t heard of it.”

“Right. Well, Marty McFly is the main character. And is forced into the past. . . 1955, I’m pretty sure. He’s from 85.’ But his parents are teenagers, his age in 55.’ When I was like four, I’d sprained my ankle at a park. We had gotten back from the ER, I was in a brace and Dad went to put my little brother down for a nap. Pa put on ‘Back to the Future.’ After that I always thought time travel was cool.”

Joyce’s hand grabbed yours in a comforting manner, her thumb rubbing gentle circles into your knuckles while you continued speaking.

“But in every movie and tv show they could go back. It could be difficult to do it. But they always did. They went back home. ‘Hot Tub Time Machine,’ ‘Avengers,’ ‘Doctor Who!’ They could go back. But I can’t, I’m stuck in the past and you’ve all said that I can’t go home.”

“You also said you didn’t want to go back to the ‘Upside Down’”

“You also didn’t offer any alternatives. Or even try to find them.”

Owens was quiet now, his face unreadable, blank of any expression while the two of you held eye contact and Joyce awkwardly sat and watched the two of you have an unspoken staring contest.

“I’m sad, and I’m angry. But mostly, sad. Because my dad and my pa said they wanted to raise my brother and I. And now they can’t finish raising me, cause I’m here. And I won’t see them for another 36 years. Maybe not even then. I’ll be like, 50. I could be dead by then.”

“Y/n,” Joyce spoke softly. “Don’t say that, you’ll be alright.”

“We don’t know that.” You looked at Joyce, and while her eyes were soft and full of sympathy while she continued holding your hand while you let her. “You asked how I’m feeling?” You looked back at Owens whose own face seemed to offer sympathy as well. “I’m always sad and angry. And I feel like I’m going crazy because I can hear Danny’s voice and a woman’s and I’m sleep deprived because everytime I do sleep I have these awful nightmares-”

“Voices?”

The moment he interrupted you, you wanted to run. But instead, you froze up. And the first thing, or rather person you wanted, was Steve. But why? You thought. Maybe it’s because he’d been there for you even though you called him in the very early morning, before the sun was even up.

“Y/n?” Joyce questioned while you looked down at your own lap, as though the details in your high waisted jeans were suddenly very interesting.

•••

The thing on your head pressed almost painfully into the nape of your neck and into your temples, Owens seemed to not be the biggest fan of even bringing you into this room and seemed put off when a nurse put the thing on your head.

It was freaking you out, making you feel like you were crazy. But then again, everything and everyone made you feel crazy, or different, or like you could break in a single second. It had you wishing that you could go back to a few nights ago, where you and Steve had driven two counties over and back. This isn’t the place you wanted to be a few days before Christmas.

“They’re going to turn on something, It could trigger the things you see, or hear, okay?” You looked up at the woman who adjusted the headpiece and nodded a bit before she left the room.

You looked over at Owens before down at the table in front of you. The sound turned on. It was a simple white noise, with a bit of a background to it. You blinked once and heard another voice you recognized.

“Just try, that’s all I need you to do.” Looking up you saw Brenner, a hand on a little girl’s shoulder. She wasn’t much older than three, and seemed to be in distress. You looked at the girl who then looked up at you, making eye contact from the other side of the table. She slowly turned her wrists over and on her right wrist you could see the numbers ‘012’ tattooed into the skin.

You blinked again, and it was gone, as well as the sound. “Owens, we got something.” He left the room, leaving you to your own thoughts.

If Eleven was ‘011’ and then that little girl was ‘012,’ were there others? And if so, how many got out alive? How did she see you? They were running through your mind at lightning speed that you didn’t notice when the sound came back on, but you did notice the little girl again, this time, maybe a bit older, staring at you intently, as if she was waiting for you.

She looked familiar. And for a moment you could have sworn that she reminded you of your little brother. “Hi.” You greeted quietly.

‘012’ tilted her head a bit before repeating your word back. “Hi.” Eleven had done the same thing when something like this happened. She repeated your word back.

“Like me.” She mumbled looking at you. Now you tilted your head in confusion but she grabbed your hand from across the table and pointed to the cheap watch you’d bought after you no longer had a phone to carry around, and then to her eyes. “Like me.”

“I don’t understand?”

“You see,” She pointed to her eyes again before pointing to your watch.

“Time?”

She nodded.

She was gone when the white noise was, leaving you in silence, and alone in the white clinical room, with the headpiece still on.

12, You thought. Who is she?

•••

Joyce stood by the windows of the office, looking out to see you and Will sitting in the chairs down the hall. Will was reading a comic and you were listening to your walkman, which Joyce noticed you had begun to carry with you everywhere.

She was worried. How could she not be? You were her granddaughter who wouldn’t be born for a long time, whose mental health seemed to be spiraling down the drain. She’d noticed the amount of caffeine you drank, how your concealer couldn’t hide the bags under your eyes. It was impossible to not notice how awkward you acted around Will.

Joyce and Hopper were just waiting for Owens to come back with whatever the test results to say. They’d taken you away for hours, and since you’d gotten back, you hadn’t spoken to anyone. You just listened to your music and stared off into space.

“I’m sure she’s fine.” Hopper spoke up from his seat in front of Owens’ desk, where you’d previously been sitting. He’d been out in the hall with Will until they took you for testing, not allowing either of them back with you.

Joyce looked back at Hopper and gave an unsure nod. Looking back to the hall where the two of you sat, she saw Will showing you the pages of his comic. She could see the similarities between you two. The way your brows furrowed when listening to something and concentrating were the same, and the little nervous tick that Will had of picking at his jeans while sitting down, also seemed to be your own nervous tick. She’d noticed how’d you been doing it when Hopper opened the car door for you when they got to the lab, and when you’d been in the office.

“What do you thinks wrong?”

“What?”

“Joyce,” Hopper started. “It’s obvious that you think something’s wrong.”

She sighed and crossed her arms, walking away from the window and sitting in the seat next to him. “I don’t know. I just have a weird feeling whenever I look at her. Like she- she’s my family, she’s my granddaughter, technically. But there’s something else to her. . . She reminds me a bit of Eleven.” She admitted.

Something about you reminded her of the girl. But it was only until recently when she was able to place it. Over a month after the events of early November. Something about the air surrounding you made it hard not to be reminded of the twelve year old.

Before Hopper can say anything, the door opened and Owens walked in, a confused look on his face while he walked the short distance from the door to his seat on the other side of the desk.

“There’s nothing wrong with her.” is what he started with, looking confused while he opened the folder he’d carried in. “Brain scan came back normal, her psych evaluation was normal, everything about her, except for the situation she’s in, is normal.”

Hopper tilted his head a bit, not quite understanding. They pulled you away for hours, leaving the three of them completely in the dark, only to say that you were fine? Even though you said you heard voices, and saw things in your sleep.

“I’m sorry?” Hopper questioned.

“The most we can say is that she has PTSD, and with what little we know about it, she can have flashbacks, and auditory flashbacks aren’t out of the picture. She might just be hearing things she’s heard before.”

“Yeah, but she said she heard a woman she’s never heard before?” Joyce looked to Hopper before back at Owens who shrugged a bit.

“Probably a teacher she mostly forgot about. It could be a repressed memory. Or it could be the voice of a babysitter she just doesn’t remember.”

While that would make sense, considering you said the woman would sometimes sing, Joyce didn’t buy it. You said that Will stayed home while you were growing up. Working from home so he could keep an eye on you, and so you always had someone. It wouldn’t make sense for you to have had a babysitter.

Hopper thought it was suspicious, with the confused look Owens had on his face before giving an answer he seemed sure about. It didn’t settle right with him. He was sure Owens was just giving an answer they’d want to hear.

“Just be patient with her. I’m going have someone prescribe her sleeping pills so she can get some sleep-”

Hopper blocked out what he was saying, because the truth was, he had the same thoughts on you as Joyce. You oddly reminded him of Eleven as well and he didn’t believe a single thing that Owens was saying

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haikyuu-philia · 5 years

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helloooooo!!! :3 i'm just gonna order mah usual - one cold akaashi angst with extra fluff please???? thank you ~

Thanks for your order! Here is your scenario with an extra portion of fluff in the end. Enjoy (^o^)

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A Game of Truths | An Akaashi x Reader Scenario

Tags: Fluff; Truth or Dare at its best; Akaashi not knowing how to properly express feelings

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All of this had started as a simple study session with three of your friends. Well, you were considering one of them a little more than that and his name was Akaashi.

Nevertheless it wasn't his fault that your meeting together with him, Bokuto and your best friend had escalated into an intense round of Truth or Dare.

Sitting in a circle in the middle of your room, which you definitely hadn't tidied up to make a good impression beforehand, the bottle started spinning every now and then.

Well, it was more of a game to interrogate the other people by asking more intimate questions with every round. You weren't exactly happy about being part of it because some secrets were made to be kept a secret.

That included everything from information about your feelings for a specific friend of yours and much more.

Everytime the bottle pointed at you, you could feel your heart skipping a beat since you were quite terrified of weird questions.

Like that one time that your best friend had asked Bokuto, if he was a virgin or not. Nothing was sure or safe whenever it stopped spinning.

The only thing you could have trust in happened to be that your best friend wouldn't spill about your feelings towards Akaashi by asking something like "Who is your crush, (Y/N)?"

She had promised to never throw you under the bus this way.

"Sooooo, (Y/N), if you have one, who is your CRUSH?"

Bokuto seemed to have the desperate need of being hit by a bottle.

Was he asking that on purpose? Did he notice anything? More importantly, was Akaashi aware of anything?!

You found yourself as the center of attention when you were looking up. Even the boy who was special in your opinion had decided to turn his head into your direction.

By the time you had gotten used to his emotionless face that he presented nearly all the time. But despite answering the questions with as few words as possible, he hadn't complained about the decision to play Truth or Dare.

He seemed so calm, no matter what the question was. And a tiny part of you had wished for the bottle to point at him more often whenever it was Bokuto's or your best friend's turn to ask a question.

On the other hand you couldn't bring yourself to ask them. The fear of hearing a different name than yours, if he got asked about his crush, was too strong.

Same for answering the open question truthfully. You thought about saying his name for a second, but the mere thought of him feeling uncomfortable because of it made you forget about this idea.

Instead you shifted your weight: "This is the moment I stop playing to get us some drinks. Maybe I will join again later."

Akaashi's glance followed your figure while you were standing up from the ground. Much to Bokuto's dismay since he hadn't gotten an answer.

His complaints only stopped after you had actually closed the door behind you after you had entered the hallway.

Sighing you decided that this had been the closest one to being exposed so far. Luckily this was your home and therefore you actually had an excuse to do something, like bringing drinks.

A few minutes later you struggled a bit with opening the door again thanks to the tray in your hands. Balancing four glasses filled with different drinks wasn't the easiest task to fulfill while you tried to use the doorknob.

Very slowly the door opened in front of you, which made you able to overhear the ongoing conversation without being noticed.

Your best friend was talking: "Why is everyone choosing Truth and not Dare? But anyway, Akaashi, how would you react, if you found out that (Y/N) has a big crush on you?"

You could hear the smirk on her face. In contrast yours reflected the horror that was going on in your mind. Why on earth was this happening?

Being completely distracted the tray in your hands lost balance and before you could do anything to correct it, the glasses made their way down to the ground.

They shattered just like the trust in your friend had some moments earlier.

The door was opened by someone else from the other side to reveal all of your three friends.

First they stared at you. Then at the mess of glass and drinks to your feet.

"Sorry for probably shocking you. I-I'm going to get things to clean this up. Don't worry about it!", you excused yourself again to retreat into the kitchen.

Leaning over the sink you just wanted all humans on earth to disappear. What had begun as an innocent study session, was about to end in a nightmare for you.

Questions circled in your head while you tried to calm down your trembling fingers. And to stop yourself from tearing up.

In this emotional mess you didn't even hear the footsteps that echoed in the hallway. So you jumped when someone started speaking.

"Are you okay? Did you get hurt?"

Akaashi was the one asking these questions. It would have let your heart skip a beat in the beginning, but now it only supported your urge to run away and never come back.

With a weird grin you looked up, trying to cover all the negative thoughts. To no avail.

Before you even spoke a word, you could tell from a look into his eyes that he had already figured you out from head to toe. He read you like an open book.

Good job, (Y/N). Maybe you should think about moving to another country with a new identity.

You showed your heads by putting them up into the air next to your head: "I'm fine. Don't worry about me. I'll clean it up and no one will know that it happened."

Oh, how you wished that you could say the same thing about the part of the conversation that you had accidentally eavesdropped.

"I'm glad to hear that", he said in his usual monotonous voice. "No offense, but you don't look fine."

You loved him. You really did. But this wasn't the right moment from his direct personality to ask questions like this. How were you supposed to answer them?

So you went silent.

After he didn't get an answer to his question, he stepped closed to you to make sure that you actually heard what he was saying. Little did he know that he was stepping across the border of your comfort zone.

"Are you really okay, (Y/N)? Your face is all red. Do you have a fever?"

Again you didn't find the right words to say. Screw that fluttering heart of yours.

It went silent in the kitchen and you weren't even couraged enough to look into his eyes.

But his next question made you raise your glance in confusion: "(Y/N), Truth or Dare?"

Was that Akaashi talking? Or did he change personalities with Bokuto for a second? That was so out of character and unexpected that it nearly made you chuckle.

But this determination in his look told you that he was being serious, like he always was.

"Truth", you mumbled automatically.

To get rid of the stress that became stronger and stronger inside of you, you started to fiddle with your own fingers.

"(Y/N), do you have a crush on me?"

You gulped. You widened your eyes. You wanted to die on the spot. Not to forget, that you cursed your best friend.

Well, under these circumstances it wasn't a good option to lie. This was your chance to spill about your feelings, that were already piling up in your chest.

Honestly you even thought that your physical reaction to his question had given away the truth before one word left your mouth. For once in your life you wanted to be brave.

So your heart replaced your brain in the blink of an eye: "I have. And I'm terribly afraid that this is going to ruin our friendship. But I've totally fallen for you, Akaashi Keiji."

It was his turn to stare as you had done it. For you it seemed like his mind was working, desperately trying to find a matching response.

Again you wanted to cry. Of course you hadn't expected a positive reaction to your confession. It was Akaashi you were talking about. God damn perfect Akaashi. But your heart ached anyway.

The silence was killing you. Or to explain it better the tiny spark of hope in your head that he wouldn't turn you down, which would die the moment he would start speaking.

Tears made their way to your eyes.

"Akaashi?", you said slowly to prevent your voice from cracking. "Truth or Dare?"

You gave it your best to smile while the wholesituation was actually tearing you apart.

"Truth", he answered. As calm as ever, but trying to avoid eye contact. At least you felt this way.

"What do you think about it? Me having feelings for you that are more than friendship."

A part of you was still trying to analyse how you had ended up as the protagonist of this scenario. About two hours ago you were simply studying for an upcoming test in Biology and now your near future was depending on one answer.

"Well, I'm a little overwhelmed to be honest", he began to start something what sounded like a negative respond. Your poor heart cracked instantly.

"B-Because I was planning to confess to you first and definitely not in your kitchen."

Luckily you weren't balancing another tray with glasses at the moment since you definitely would have let go of it. Speaking of broken glass, you weren't thinking about the mess in your room at all.

But Akaashi wasn't finished yet: "Once more, Truth or Dare?"

"Truth."

Your voice was extremely close to escalating as it was already going up without control. Even your volume didn't listen to your commands, which caused you to nearly whisper.

For a second you and Akaashi only stared into each other's eyes. Then his lips moved.

"(Y/N), do you want me as your boyfriend?"

These were the words that made you cry. All the pressure was gone, the panic of being rejected and you felt lighter than ever.

Before a first sob could escape from your mouth, you nodded as your answer. The feelings inside of you overwhelmed you so much that you took the change to hold onto Akaashi.

Surprisingly, but not less overwhelmed, he closed his arms behind your back to pull you into the hug.

Amazing what a simple game of Truth or Dare could make possible.

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jiwonsssi · 5 years

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— differences, pt. 1

Plot: You are a dancer of his team and, as The Fanfiction's Rule prescribe, you find yourself falling in love with Jiwon. You found yourself falling for every little difference he has. You are heplessly gone. Or not?

Characters: Eun Jiwon/'You'

Warnings: swearing.

A/N: Take a note, this is important part of a story: the 'you' person is under 25-26. Someone older wouldn't probably fit entirely, but since you all are here for nsfw part, there it wouldn't matter ahah

- It's not okay to be that late, right? - you hear someone sitting down right next to you, sighing harshly. Oh how you understand that sigh, - It's already been an hour. I fed up with waiting.

- Are you going to be the one who would say that to him? - you laugh, leaning backwards and the guy near you humps something under his nose, shaking his head, - Thought so.

But the thing is, he is absolutely right. You so fed up with waiting. Eun Jiwon is hella late for dance practice and if this would be his first time doing so, it would be doubtly okay. But the fourth one is getting out of hand. Yet what can you do? Complain to his manager? Complain to Jiwon himself? Being late yourselves? Throw rocks at him, in the end? Nothing's gonna work. Because if he's late, he wanted to be late. You see it in his eyes everytime he apologizes.

Eun Jiwon is not sorry at all.

Somehow you even respect him for his honesty. Man needs to have a tremendous amount of bravery, nerves and talent to be that shameless. Must be tiring, after all.

- And, what are you doing on Friday evening? Perhaps you and Sungha might visit my birthday party. No presents, just bring alcohol and something to eat. So what?

You barely know him. For real. It must one of the first times you two even have a somewhat decent conversation? He's new to the team and in general not really a bad guy (who knows though), but there is something you just don't like about him. And his offer. If he's about to invite every one that he sees, it will be a dirty mess. It's not like you are "homegirl" kind of a person, but being stuckes in a small flat with tons of drunk people in the middle of nowhere is not quite your cup of tea.

- We'll come, - your thoughts on how to say "no" in the most polite way possible were interrupted by your boyfriend, who now stands at the other side of you, leaning to the huge mirror and nodding happily.

- Then party it is, - you answer, making it obvious for Sungha that your 'happy' smile isn't happy at all and murmur 'who likes to rest after the long week anyway' under your breath.

- What did you say?

There is no time to answer the question, because your eyes met a long awaited 'main star' who tries to pretend that everything is okay and he wasn't late for an hour, bowing slightly as part of saying hello. Indeed, shameless.

- What? Let's get to work, the sooner we start, the sooner we end, - throwing rocks at him doesn't seem like a bad idea anymore; and judging by people around' expressions, not only for you.

Actually you don't mind waiting. It's not like you need to endure cold weather, rain, snow, thirst or hunger; you just.. relax. You have everything around, you can eat and drink and chat with someone; just do whatever you want. You just love complaining, probably. And you badly afraid to miss your bus, among everything. It's all fun until you will have to go to your home in the middle of the night by your own feet.

The practice goes smoothly, as it should be. The pros of working with someone who has experience and desire to actually make a performance better are undeniable. Somehow you, dancers, yourselves, cause more problems than Eun Jiwon ever did since you started to train together. Might be because he moves as he likes to; he knows every move and you see it clearly, everybody does. Yet he brought something new in the way he works it; only for himself, in his own style. Nobody does it like him and you understood it perfectly through almost two weeks of practicing together.

Apart from being surprisingly (for you) gifted in dancing, he was the same surprisingly humble sunbae. It's not like you worked with a lot, but the amount of men who caught a star with their short lasting fame you have met amazes you every time.

So overall Eun Jiwon was someone who you never imagined to be a person that he is. Quite unusual, actually.

And the most unusual part in all this is that you were particularly staring at him for, well, more than two hours and he was absolutely aware of this fact. It's not like you were ashamed or felt an urge to blush whenever you have been catching an eye contact, it's just.. weird. Everyone will find it weird; even though you didn't really mean anything. He just happened to stay in your focus while you were occupied with thoughts and work. It's not like you need this practice anyway. As many of you, actually.

The only thing you care about now is that you are terribly missing the last bus. Maybe fifteen minutes ago you had a chance, but now when it's clear that you are going to use your feet while going home in the blistering cold after almost three hours of non-stop dancing and knowing that tomorrow you will need to wake up early, your mood is absolutely destroyed. And so when the practice is announced to be over, you try your best to put on the most pure and happy smile without making your shitty mood visible.

- Would you be able to walk me home? I missed my bus and the subway is closed at my station, please, - you can't persuade your boyfriend to do everything, it's obvious. But you know that he lives near by and doesn't really need to do anything tomorrow, so.. why not try? In the sweetest voice you could ever maintain, of course.

He is nice. He really is. You date him for a reason, in the end. He's just.. the feeling is never perfect when it comes to him.

- Uhm, I.. - Sungha touches his neck, avoiding eye contact and you sigh, letting go of his arm softly, - I'm really sorry.

- It's alright, I understand. I also have a lot to do in the morning, ugh, - he hugs you, placing soft kiss on your temple and then look you deadass in the eyes while telling the most stupid bullshit he could have ever said without any sign of shame.

- Nah, I don't actually, I just promised to go with guys to celebrate some shit and it's already late. I promised, I'm sorry, love, - he smiles and you know that he means no bad. He just.. doesn't understand. It's not his or his friends or your fault; he's just like that, no one can change that except him. And you are not here to teach him manners. Especially when you want to break at least his nose.

- Ok, have fun, - you pat on his shoulder, avoiding his lips with a frown and just turn around to leave.

The same shit was popping up for the the last few weeks and those reasons why you fell in love with him; you don't really remember any of them anymore.

You didn't turn around when he called you, just straight up to the door, trying to surpass the crushing sensation in your throat. No way you will cry because of someone who doesn't care; too many honors. It's just a very bad day. Everything at once and all this.. maybe calling an expensive as hell taxi is a great idea, after all. No money can buy you new nerves.

Shoving your belongings to the tote bag, you desperately try to calm yourself down, because God knows, it's the lowest you have ever been in months. Those days when a fall of a pen can cause a mental breakdown; you hate it. Probably everyone does. It just happened to be today. Not a big deal.

There is nothing more than a comfortable ride home and sleep you are dreaming about. Not even impenetrable ignorance of Sungha bothers you. You'll deal with it tomorrow. Now - a car and a bed.

Yet life is not that simple and we are not in a fanfiction. A taxi? In the middle of the night? Huh. Nonsense. The thing is, no one wants to take an order for such a short and therefore not so profitable ride. Nice. And here you are, standing in the middle of the street in a fucking bone breaking cold waiting for at least someone to accept your order. Thanks God you are at least under a roof of YG Ent entrance. Lights and security. If not cold, you would just sleep here. You will need to come tomorrow anyway.

- Hey, why are you still here? - you hear voice of a person with whom you doubtly want to talk. Eun Jiwon. If not his lateness, you might have been in your bed already. But here he is, standing not far away from you, looking around in the weirdest way possible, - Why aren't you going home? It's late.

- I missed my bus. Subway station where I live is closed. Taxi doesn't want me. Enough? - you didn't mean to sound rude. But you are physically can't make up needed politeness right know; not now, please.

- Yeah, - he's nodding, turning around to leave and, to be extremely honest, now it's pretty much impossible to suppress tears. His back when he has moved in the direction of parking is too much. But what can he do? He's, again, not guilty in not meeting your expectations. Thanks for asking, at least.

And you will not cry now. In your bed, alone - maybe; most probably. But here - no way.

You look at the screen of smartphone again to find absolute nothing. By feet then.

- It's not that far anyways, - you sigh, adjusting your bag on a shoulder when you see a car stopping in a distance and.. it's creepy. You are not a panicking type, but now situation smells like shit and if someone would try to pack you in their trunk, most probably, they would succeed. Even with YG's security. Even with cameras. And lightning everywhere. Not a panicking type, yeah.

But while you were occupied with thoughts on how you should attack them, you missed Eun Jiwon standing in front of the car. You notice him when he starts to speak and it's the third time you want to cry today; just the emotions right now are completely different.

- You are stuck here because of me. And I feel bad for sleeping too much, - Jiwon smiles, pursuing his lips a little and somehow you can't be angry with him. He's honest, it's written on his face, - So I want to ask you if it's okay if I drive you home? As an apology.

And now you see some parallels you never wanted to see. Because your beloved boyfriend is somewhere out there chilling with 'guys' and someone, who's not even slightly responsible for you, is here.

He knows what he did wrong; and Jiwon doesn't slip an empty 'sorry' into nowhere. He apologizes while thinking about what he actually did wrong and how to change that. Such a rare trait to witness.

- I don't think that it's..

- If I didn't want to do it, I wouldn't ask, - even in his smile, you see that he's serious about it. It's hard to say 'no' right now. For many reasons.

- Okay then, - it's not like you want to decline a Mercedes ride either, let's be honest. He nods, opening the door for you and muttering small 'thank you', you hop inside, holding your breath for no apparent reason.

It's not like it was your first time sitting in this type of car costs like your approximately two year's allowance, it's just a bit...weird. Yet so extremely comfortable.

Jiwon is quick to seat beside you, driving away quickly. He puts on the heater immediately and you feel your face melting. You might as well fall in love with this car.

- Drop me your address, - you are still pressing your bag to your chest trying to relax when you hear him and you proceed what he means for a moment. What a fucked up day, you feel like a fool all of a sudden and it's not even weird at this point.

- I don't have your number, - now he's feeling himself like a fool and you laugh, glancing at his expression. He manages to look mature and hilarious at the same time. Mocking his fakely irritated 'write it then', you sign his contact as 'Eun Jiwon' and it feels.. interesting.

You send him a location of your home and then watch as he puts it into GPS, clearly not having an idea where is it.

- Does it happen often? - just the moment you manage to relax, Jiwon pushes you out of your wondering of how good it smells without cheap leather odor and disgusting sweet car condition aroma. You think for a minute then nod slowly, because it actually does.

- Not so often, but still, - you steal a glance at him again. It's not like you can stare at anyone with your boyfriend still being your boyfriend, but today is a mess. And Jiwon is certainly a nice sight to look at, - I can go on my own, but I'm tired today. Plus it's hard to grab a taxi from there, plus, - you emphasize it, watching how sights outside the window are a lot more familiar now, - Hella expensive. I don't even know why. They think I shit with money if I am taking a cab from YG? Fucking nonsense.

Jiwon laughs through all your ted talk and it's so contagious, suddenly. You lean on a seat, laughing as well, feeling your cheeks ache a little. Funny how it's light around all of a sudden. Perhaps it's because you feel yourself so distant from all that stress that got into you today? Because Jiwon was able to come and just sort it out without asking. Well, he can't fix Sungha, but the more you think about it, the more you realise that there is nothing to be fixed. Nothing you are able to fix, probably.

So, apparently, Jiwon helped you even there.

- It's not that funny, actually, - you look at him again and you meet his eyes suddenly. You don't even want to say 'watch the road', because for no reasons you are able to trust him with your life and overall you value the fact that he is looking at you more than the fact that you can die. He was holding a gaze for a second and you already imagined imaginations. Sungha, boyfriend, still alive. Stop.

- You were hilarious though, like, - he's silent for a second while he looks for a place to park, - Like Lucy. She also gets furious randomly and sounds exactly like you did.

- You just compared me to your girlfriend? She wouldn't like that, - you laugh because it's really funny. Yet no one was ever sure if he's single or not. You never expected finding out in this circumstances.

- What? No, - he laughs louder, hiding his teeth with his palm and looks at you for a few seconds with those shiny eyes, giggling like a teenager and you can't see a forty years old man in him anymore, - She's my dog.

Did he just boldly compared you to his dog?

Forty years old man, yeah.

You inhale deeply, trying to surpass a laugh and poke a finger at him, silently making your point. Jiwon makes the cutest 'what are you going to do to me, huh?' face, pursing his lips like a five year old boy and.. And you really try your best to keep 'I'll end you' look on your face (Spoiler: you failed). Anyhow, you want to forgive him for this comparison simply because he wasn't sulky about you being totally impolite with him. No fragile masculinity detected.

- This changes everything! - you turn around, opening the door because he literally had just parked and you leave, making sure he understands that you are kidding with this fake offense little perfomance and that he's smiling, when you turned around to wave him before entering the building.

The thing is, when you come home, you are not tired anymore. By any means; if not your mother sleeping peacefully you would probably be loud and hyperactive. And since you need to cosplay a ninja right now, you just lay on your bed, watching the ceiling silently. Perfect ending for a fucked up day.

You hear your phone buzzing and what you didn't expect to see is a message from Jiwon. The day couldn't be any more perfect, but it managed.

You open a short video of little and immensely cute white dog tiny barking at watches that lay on a sofa, buzzing. You even replay it, to seek for the point when he sends another text.

'she got angry with them because they were making sounds'

- Guess it shouldn't have any meaning, right? - you tap a replay with short but excited: 'she's cute!!' and feel your throat clenching suddenly at his instant reply.

'that's why I told that you are just like her'

You are not going to say that you feel like a teenager from some manga slowly falling in love with the main character but that's exactly how you feel.

After adjusting your breathing to normal again, you choose to ignore that (to not to show how fucking excited his subtle complement made you) and text him how thankful you are for his ride and wish him and his furiously cute Lucy a good night. And after some other preparations, you, again, choosing to ignore your actual boyfriend who's trying to call and text you for a good hour already.

You will need to work with him for a month. It's not going to end well.

#eun jiwon #sechskies #fanfiction #imagine

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inthispagewestanikon · 6 years

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First Encounter <3 - a Jiwon/Bobby scenario:

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Ps:I was listening to OFFONOFF - 춤 while reviewing and I think it matches the vibe pretty well, but bobby - lean on me is the one I listened while writing...

Ps²: If there’s any grammar mistake, I apologize!

Ps³: the main character name is Lee Kyung Ah, in case you’d like to know!

It’s been three years since I came back to korea for real. When I was about four my dad was fired from his desk job and both him and my mom decided to use the money they had saved up to go somewhere else. Even though I was young and don’t remember everything in detail, those were hard times, we had to say goodbye to our family and take off to a new country without even knowing if it would work out.

My parents chose Viena because after all it was the best city to live according to some website. There they opened a Korean restaurant and since they were so busy with it, the plan for a second child got put off, so it was just me and them living in this completely new environment. We really rellied on each other a lot.

Three and a half years ago I came to korea with them to visit my family, as we usually did, but this time my uncle’s wife introduced me to the university she was teaching and I fell in love. I was about seventeen at the time and was at that point in life where you have to decide what you want to do. After that visit I knew I wanted to come back, even though staying in Viena would be easier.

My aunt and uncle welcomed me into their house where I studied really hard to get in Yonsei. My parents were upset with me wanting to leave because after all, they would be all alone in there and it hurt me deeply to do so, but what else could I do?! I felt as if my life was there waiting for me. In Viena I would always be either studying at school or helping in the restaurant.

All of this leads me to where I am now, which is getting ready to go to the university’s festival. At this time around eveyone would just let go of all their worries and enjoy their twenties. I was getting ready in my room and felt like putting some effort in looking good, my friends had been talking about this group that would be performing and how they had to get a picture with them since Ye bin’s cousin was working as their staff.

Well, if we really are going to meet idols I don’t want to be looking a mess. Even if I didn’t really care much about this superficial things, because I was brought up in a very simple and humble environment.

I left the room and noticed I was probably late and my friends would kill me for making them wait.

“Wah, looking pretty for the festival?” My aunt said smiling. She was honestly like a mom to me and even if we were not blood related she treated me as if I was her own child.

“No, stop” I laughed embaressed, maybe I did put some effort in it.

“Wah, who’s this? Where’s my niece?” My uncle said when he got to the living room.

“Wah you two” I said trying to brush it off “I’ll get going now” I said grabbing my bag and shoes.

“Okay, be careful” they said in unisound.

“Will be” I said back as I closed the door.

The streets were so lively today, it really had that festival vibe. I started making my way to the university since we lived close by and I smiled seeing everyone around my age just fool around. I wanted to be free like that, but after leaving my parents back there I just felt like I should keep my reasons straight, I said I would come to study so that was all I really did.

After a quick walk I was already at the campus, I saw my friends near the entrance looking annoyed and I knew why.

“I know sorry sorry” I said as soon as I approached them.

“You should” Ye Bin said putting a mad face.

“I’m sorry, I got carried away while getting ready” I didn’t have a reason to lie so I just told the truth.

“We can see” My other friend said smilling and I blushed.

“Yah, let’s go...I don’t want to miss anything” Ye bin was still mad and I needed to make it right.

“Hey, come here” I pulled her a bit further from the rest “I know you are mad but I wanted to dress up nice for some reason and given that I don’t use this much time I got late” I explained.

“I know you are not lying, and I’m not mad at you” she said and I looked at her like I didn’t believe her. “It’s true...Okay just a bit” she smiled and I knew we would be alright.

We walked around the whole campus and everytime some cute guy passed by my friends would make a fuss, I just laughed at them.

The performance from the boy group was just a few minutes away from starting so we made our way to the stage, they wanted a good spot but so did everyone else there. After squizzing in and some dirty looks we managed to stay somewhere with a good view.

I was just standing there waiting for it to start when some random guy tried to grab and kiss me, I pushed him away as an instinct and when my friends noticed they made sure to shoo him away.

“Wah this guys are getting more and more crazy” Min soo said in disbelief.

“I know right! How this creep just tries to kiss her?” another one of them said but I was so out of it that I didn’t even bother to look who it was. As I was trying to digest what just happened, loud screams bursted out and some guys were stading on stage. My friends were jumping and enjoying the performance, so I decided it would be best if I did the same.

The performance was nice and I liked the songs, they were pretty popular from what I could tell.

“I’ll be right back” Ye bin said with this huge smile at her face.

“Omo, she’s going to talk to her cousin, we’re going to meet them” The girls started having a mini heart attack and as usual, I stood there laughing.

Few minutes later she comes back with an even bigger smile.

“Let’s go meet them” After she said that they all bursted out screaming.

“Shouldn’t we be discrete about it?” I asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Oh yeah yeah” Ye bin said and they all calmed down.

The way to the “backstage” was very tense, the girls were desperately looking at mirrors and even I was nervous, I mean they’re famous after all.

When we got there this guy came to us.

“Yah! Ye bin, you have to be discrete and don’t go spreading this or I’ll lose my job, they’re being nice enough to do this favour” Even though he said her name only, he was warning us too.

“Ah of course, we are not crazy fans or anything” she said and I almost laughed, they were just freaking out two minutes ago.

We entered the isolated area and the boys were there getting ready to take off. As we came closer they and the staff stopped what they were doing. My heart was beating faster every step I took and I didn’t know why, I am usually the calm one and I don’t really get this fan thing but seeing them left me in awe for a few seconds.

“This is my cousin and these are her friends” The guy said and the others smiled.

Soon after they were posing for pictures, we took one with the whole group and of course the girls wanted individual pictures, so I offered to take them.

“Okay, 1 2..” Before I could get to the next number I feel this cold splash in my face, I didn’t even know how to describe what had just happened, I only had time to stretch the arm which I was holding my friend’s phone.

The intense smell of beer invaded my nostrils and it almost made me sick, apperently some random guy threw beer at my face and when I finally opened my eyes everyone had this shocked look on their faces

“Wah, it was that creep from earlier Kyung ah, I’m 100% sure” One of the girls said.

“I’m seriously going to kill this crazy man, honestly” Ye Bin said quite loud.

“Forget it, he is already gone” I said quietly.

“Here” One of the guys from the group offered me what looked like a handkerchief, but maybe it was a bandana. He had a very defined jawline and even though I did not know his name I did remember he was the rapper who jumped around like crazy on stage.

“Thank you” I bowed.

“Ah” He shook his head meaning that it was nothing.

I tried to dry off my face but everything was sticky and I felt like going home, the day was over, not because my make up, hair and clothes were ruined but because I had nothing more to expect from that festival, I remembered what I promised my parents and it almost seemed as if heaven was punishing me.

“Here” I streched my arm out in order to give back the piece of cloth the guy lended me but he just shook his head from side to side meaning I could have it, of course he wouldn’t take it, it was all wet and smelled like beer. So I just lowered my head a bit in gratitude.

“I will get going now” I said turning to my friends and without letting them say anything in protest I just turned around and walked away.

The walk back home was very weird, the smilling face I had upon seeing people having fun was no longer there, I just kept thinking about how I wanted to lay in my bed and sleep for eternity. All that I was feeling was a mix of embaressment and guilt, but all in all nothing could be changed now, so I didn’t even think about crying.

“It’s okay, things are like that sometimes” I said out loud in order to comfort myself.

I opened the apartment door and thanked god that my aunt and uncle weren’t there and I wouldn’t have to explain why I was wet and smelling like alcohol. I made my way straight to the bathroom and took of the dirty clothes, my white top was all yellow and for the first time I wanted to cry, I loved that top.

After leaving the shower I put on pijamas and laid down, it must be around six or seven p.m but I couldn’t care less, I would just go to sleep, after all, that was the best remedy for everything.

A/N: So, first of all, I hope you enjoy this “scenario” and yes, there will be a continuation since it’s kind of a series/fic idk what to call it yet…

ALSO, very important, I try to be realistic when writing something, so, given that the characters are korean I wanted to showcase some sort of realness with the “wah” and other ‘slangs’ if you may. I am in no way trying to copy them, just give a more “real life” feel to it!!!

#kim jiwon #bobby #bobby scenario #jiwon scenario #ikon scenarios #ikon #yg ikon #korea

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flynnfires · 5 years

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HS! JIMIN x Bookworm! READER (Part 2)

To the girl who suggested my favorite novel,

I think you've noticed it by now-- noticed that I was a regular in the library, that in every section you were in I was there picking out a book and that across your usual spot was this chinky-eyed male with plump cheeks, and jet black hair, who wore rectangular glasses. We didn't interact, but I'm pretty sure my presence was already being acknowledged. I don't know if I was annoying you but every isle I was in, you left. I was stubborn so I’d follow you to the next isle you went to-- and the next, and the next-- until you stopped. Looking back at it now, it was a very creepy move but something told me that you didn't find it creepy at all.

In the corner of my eyes, I could only see half of your face, but that was already enough. Your eyes were staring gently at the books, glasses reflecting the title and your fingers tracing over the hardbound covers-- not even once did you look at me, but you knew that a few meters away from you, was me. And for some odd reason it put a put a smile on your face; I didn't need to see your whole face just to know that.

After that one incident, things started changing. Almost always would your attention be so concentrated on the book, but now, for once and so suddenly, our eyes would meet. Those beautifully colored eyes would break away from the pages and look at me. I gained your attention. It felt weird and embarrassing but at the same time it felt like I had accomplished something.

It felt like I won a lottery with just something as simple as eye contact. Occasionally, you would fill my stomach with thousands of butterflies with just a small but genuine smile. Goddamn, everytime that happens, I find myself smiling cheekily and I can’t even control my face to make it look like it was just a simple gesture but my body was restless; I couldn’t keep my happiness in. I hope I didn’t look dumb…

In those times we shared I contact, I thought it couldn’t get any better. I thought, maybe this was the only interaction I’ll ever get. And even if I could only look at you, I was already satisfied. One day, fate decided to give us a try. I had gone to the library that day, not only to see you, but also because I had to choose a novel for class. I was supposed to write a summary about it and also choose a character to analyze. I began getting random books that piqued my interests, and when I could barely carry all the books I chose, I settled down on a seat near the window, and started flipping the books to read a that short summary at the back. None of the books I got was interesting enough for me to even open. I could easily just choose a novel and read it but I wanted this assignment to be fun for me.

I got up and started to search for more books and as the pile on my table arose, I began losing hope. Maybe I’ll just choose some book in one of the pile, I thought as I sighed, laying my head on the wooden table. “Excuse me.” a girl’s voice made its way in my ears, and immediately I straightened my back and looked at the owner of such a beautiful voice.

It was you. At that moment, I felt my face heat up, my mind was drawing scribbles as you smiled at me with a book in your arms. “Hello.” You say softly, asa I opened my mouth, thinking of what to reply. Should I say a pick up line? Should I just respond normally? Oh god.

You tilted your head, eyes yearning for a response.

“Yes! Hello!” I hastily stood up reaching my hand out, “I’m Jimin.”

You gave the cutest laugh I’ve ever heard before you introduced yourself and accepted my handshake offer. “I-- D-Do you need anything?” I ask you, “I saw you struggling to pick a book and well… here.” You handed me the book you held in your arms. I’ve seen this book, it was the first book you held when I first saw you. “What’s this about?” I asked, getting the book, and once you heard my question, your eyes gleamed with excitement. “Well… Do you have the time for me to tell you all about it?” You clasped your hands together as you gazed at me with hope. “I do.”

And with that, we both sat down and you started to talk on and on about the book. I found it very cute how you’d hold back in some events because you wanted me to find out for myself. I know you were just itching to spoil me but you didn’t want to ruin my experience with it. From time to time while you were speaking, I admit, I wasn’t listening. Instead, I was admiring you, and hey, you can’t blame me for finding you so pretty. I’ve never been this close and I didn’t really know if we’d ever interact like this ever again so I used my time to just admire you.

Once you were done talking about it, I gave my share of reaction and I even found it nice to be able to connect some of the characters in the book she gave me to some of the novels I’ve read before. Funny enough, you knew about the book I was talking about and you geeked out even more. I swear, I really thought you couldn’t get any cuter than this. The whole time we were talking, the twinkle in your eyes never left. The way you talked about books, about everything really just showed me how much you loved them. Your smile only convinced me even more on how much passion you have for reading. I wish this moment would never end. But it did. Your phone vibrated-- you got a text and told me you had to leave. “I hope you enjoy the book!” You say cheerfully, as you waved, walking towards the exit. “I will.” I mumble as I watched you leave. Once I was sure you were gone, I threw my fists in the air, my smile so wide that it could tear up the skin on my lips. I wasn’t conscious of it that time but the skin of my lips did tear and it bled, but it didn’t matter! I was so focused and so happy. My heart welled up with joy that I just had to shout. I got scolded by the librarian afterwards but it was worth it.

You’re worth it.

The novel you first nerded out to me about became my favorite, and up until now, it has a special place in my bookshelf.

- Jimin

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ellnaturae · 6 years

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The Village People . Davell [1/2]

CHARACTERS: David Karofksy (@knockonkarofsky), Elliott Gilbert, with Debra Heartstone, Paul Karofsky, Joanna Karofsky, Ethan Karofsky, Sue Karofsky, Robbie Karofsky-there are a lot of Karofsky- Abbie Rohmer, Jarred Rohmer, Geoff Wynne and cameos of Alisha Viburnum the Brave and Will Iwas.

TIME & LOCATION: September 23rd, Karofsky’s village.

NOTES: Dave takes Elliott to visit his clan.

Content Warning: implied homophobia and suicide.

David gets out of the portal with the one and only Elliott Farrohk Gilbert himself, to a little witch town close to the forest that was his home. He was going to bring Elliott to met his clan, and he was very nervous. Both for wanting to cause a good impression to Elliott, and a good impression to his entire clan. He knows most of them weren't happy he was outside. But he had to show he was still following the clan costumes and rules, even in the city. He wore the clothes from his grimoire he only wear alongside the Karofskys. Black pants with many pockets, bright indigo buttoned shirt. He knew about the curfew the Aetherling and others had to suffer, so they came early in the morning to get the most of the day they could. You could see the mountains around, and a vast, immense green forest spreading into the landscape. David points at it. "Over there. Where we have to go." He summons his motorbroom from his grimoire. "We go on this or we'll never arrive on time. Sorry, the helmet I have doesn't have space for horns." He says, conflicted, helmet in hand. "Maybe I can make some holes first."

Elliott gets out of the portal after Karofsky, he looks around and takes it all in. He remembered when someone anonymously asked him what his perfect home was, and the views he imagined looked a lot of like this, that place already made him feel free, and they weren't even at the home with cool people yet. He took a deep breathe and enjoyed the pure air, his face lighting up with happiness. He was still wearing glamour not sure if he could already get rid of it, but a little bit insecure about possibly getting in trouble. He chuckles when Karofsky suggests he can poke holes on the helmet "It's okay, man" he shakes his head "I have my own shield, if something happened I will be protected, but thank you for offering" he says.

David gives him the helmet anyway. "What if you fall, and there's a holy diamond sword laying around in the forest just in the same spot. This will protect you." He says very seriously. "Maybe is not very probable, but if it happens you'll be safe." The motorbike helmet was protected by the loving touch of a caring mother, he was sure it would work against a diamond holy sword. He gets in the motorbroom. "Hold on tight on me, Ell." It still feels weird to call him Ell. It was too casual. Too close. He felt like he just broke into someone's house every time. But he keeps calling him by the shorter version, because everytime Elliott answered to it felt like he was being told he was welcome. He turns on the motorbroom, sound on for effect. He turned off it later, when they were flying over the middle of the forest. "Sorry for the noise. Didn't ask if you were a fan of it. Maybe you prefer to talk while flying." He say, wondering if he should give a tour of the totally different trees around 'em and in which ones he ever crashed his motorbroom. "I crashed the motorbroom there once." He says point at what he saw like a very distinct tree. After almost an hour of travel, the descended to inside the forest. It was all green and the leaves almost hide the sky, but you could still see it, light slipping through. He could see the offering mushrooms of the Karofsky’s growing on in some trees. They were close. "Over here." He says, walking. "You can get rid of the glamour. If you wanna. They won't bother you, whatever you chose."

Elliott grabs the helmet with a small smile, he can't stop himself from chuckling when he listens to Karofsky's impossible scenario, but he decides to accept the helmet if that makes him feel calmer "You are wearing one too, right?" he makes sure Karofsky is taking care of himself as much as he tries with Elliott. When they are sitting on the motorbroom he holds tight to Karofsky, both of his arms around the other man's body. Though he definitely is not holding as tight as he possibly could because that could kill him. He enjoys flying like that, he hadn't experienced it before, and he loves the feeling of being so close to someone in a supposedly dangerous experience. He felt like he could trust Karofsky and that made him smile, though the noise of the motorbike didn't really allow him to tell him how excited he was for the experience. When he turns off the sound it feels very quiet out of the sudden "It didn't bother me" he says "it sounds badass" he chuckles. Then he looks at the spot where Karofsky is pointing "Wait, really? Do you crash a lot? Did you get hurt?" he asks worriedly. As they continue chatting the flight passes by without even noticing and they arrive at a beautiful part of the forest. Elliott takes it in as he did before, it was so beautiful. He must have been lost in thought when he realizes Karofsky is calling him. Now that they are on the floor he takes the helmet off and messes his hair to put it back in place. "Oh... okay" he has to admit he is a little nervous, he doesn't want to think Karofsky is lying, but it is hard for him to believe that all those people would simply accept a Shedim walking around like that. He takes the glamour off anyway. May as well give it a chance, he was obviously ready with a baggy comfortable outfit that would still fit nicely when in his real form, which was taller and bigger.

David gets his own helmet on and knocks on it as an answer. He nods when Elliott agrees the sound is badass. "It is. I crashed a few times. When I was learning. Don't do that anymore." By anymore he means the last months. One is always learning. "Can heal. No problem." He says laughing a bit with fondness of the memory. In the ground, with the motorbroom keep in his grimorie. They walk for a while, from the green ground to a path, until they reach a familiar glade in the forest. David sees again his hometown. It's been a few months since he left them, but he still feel strange coming back to the place, filled with stone houses, making their place and fitting between the trees, all type of colorful fungi covering their trucks, he felt more in touch with this place that he ever felt in the middle on the chaotic, grey New York. The air is fresher and you can hear the birds instead of machine noises. He sees some people waiting at the entrance. Two old men and two old women. The men are dressing just like David, black pants full of pockets and bright indigo buttoned shirts, up close he can recognize it's his dad and Ethan, he was supposed to be in charge of Elliott's visit.

David told him it wasn't necessary, he could do it himself, but Ethan was still there. Next to her, always wearing a welcoming smile, there is Joanna, one of the elders of his clan. The Elder, more so. She has her hair properly collected in a bun, with a simple dress of the same indigo color that everyone in the clan wore, and a black apron with multiple pockets. And then his mom, wearing some metal band t-shirt he couldn't even read the name on, her long hair always loose, and wearing some worn out dark jeans. David waves at them, and his parents come to greet and hug him first, while Joanna welcomes them. "Welcome, welcome! Praise be to the Aether for blessing us with such a good company." The old woman cheerfully greets, looking at Elliott and David direction. "I'm so relieved to see your returning, dear David Hearstone. And you must be Elliott Farrohk Gilbert. May you enjoy our humble town." She says doing a little bow. "I'm Joanna Karofsky. Whatever you need, the Karofsky clan is at your service. How would you wish to be addressed as?"

Elliott follows Karofsky among the trees, he can't wait to see the town and meet everybody. He repeats to himself they all are great, he remembers what Karofsky said before, that they were all respectful and treated Lusus Naturae like any other person. However, when he saw the group waiting for them he got nervous again. He was worried about what their reaction would be when they saw an unglamoured shedim, but he was surprised by the lack of one. Those who he assumed were Karofsky's parents received him and an older woman directed soft and kind words to him as she bowed down. He felt very welcomed and his nerves flew away, these people seemed really nice just like his friend said, he had nothing to worry about. He bowed down as well thinking it would be traditional greeting or something "Thank you for having me, just Elliott is fine" he said with a smile.

David saw his mom sometimes, but his dad was another story. He shouldn't get out of the exile and go to the city, though he had done it before. They chat for a bit, but they almost talked every day by crystal comm, they know what's going on, and the visit is supposed to be for Elliott, not for him. Though, it was a little for him too. He saw Elliott bowing back, and then Ethan's nervous face of his internal conflict between 'Aetherlings shouldn't bow to us' and 'Aetherlings can do as they please", but Joanna just laugh warmly, as if she is just very happy with the people she had around. She tells Elliott the clan is the one thankful, and David goes back with him. "I'll go walk 'round town with Elliott. Show him the place. We can meet later for lunch." He says, and almost goes to grabs Elliott's hand to follow him. He stops himself in time "Come with me." he says, waving a see you later to the group. Inside the town, witches of the clan seem busy with chores, all of them wearing the same type of clothes, except his mom, of course. They stopped to wave at him or greet him. 'Heartstone, you're back!', 'Hello, Heartstone", 'Hope you're taking care of your health, Heartstone.' David was glad the welcome seemed friendly, but they still call him Heartstone, like he was one of the outsiders. He knew any conversation longer than two lines with anyone would end into a lot of questions about his life choices. He hoped to avoid that and just focus on Elliott. There's always a lot of Satyrs around town, and he can see some Lamias and two or three Faes in the distance. All of them unglamoured. He was still very weirded out by the senseless norm of the Aetherling and others having to be under the effects of the potion all the time, and felt more at home now.

They arrive to a square, and looks around to see something to do. He should had think this through better, prepare some activities instead of improvising. He looks around to see a group of little kids having a recess on a nearby school, and they're calling him.

'Mister Heartstone! Come here!'. On a bench around some tables, he sees Alisha Viburnum the Brave, Beloved Hero of the People and Guardian of the Forest. 'City boy, we must have a talk before you leave. No rush', the Fae says. Next to her, playing his guitar, there is Will Iwas, the Satyr who came from the city and stayed, town's favourite musician, though not David's personal favorite. He notices Ethan has been casually following them, and appears like and greets as if they casually meet again. 'What a coincidence, we ended up going to the same place.' He says, looking at Elliott. 'If you wish for a historical tour around town, I'm an expert' He's all smug and proud, talking like someone cared about history or facts. David is very unsure of what to do "Whatcha wanna do?" He asks Elliott.

Elliott walks beside Karofsky looking around and happily smiling back to all the people who wave at his friend. He then notices a group of kids called Karofsky but as many people did they called him differently "Why do they call you heartstone?" he asks curiously, as different people interact with Karofsky, though it seems his friend wants the final decision to be his. He isn't sure what to pick, he would love to know more about the history of the place, but at the same time he hears the kids calling out and laughing and having fun, and he feels something strange "they are not scared of me" he realizes thought he doesn't say it out loud "may-maybe" he suddenly says "maybe we can go talk to the kids" he looks at the children waving at them and he smiles waving at them too.

"They ain't gonna call me Karofsky here." David briefly explains. "It's my mom's last name." David hopes the 'no rush' really means 'no rush', and excuses himself to the Fae. "I'll go later without a fail, Alisha Viburnum!" He looks at Ethan, a little annoyed the older witch didn't trust him to do a proper guide. It was true, but he was still hurt. "Don't worry, Ethan, we're just chillin', we'll see you later." David could see Ethan knew he has been defeated by adorable little kids, and it wasn't the first time this happened. The older witch clenches his fists but still tries to appear polite. David instead of telling him to go away he goes to met the kids with Elliott. He knows all of them, and is happy to see they seem as energetic and happy as always. "Hi! You grow up so much since the last time I see ya! Except you, Robbie, you gotten smaller." David friendly jokes and bends a little to fist bump a little witch kid. The group of kids varies in age, the older must be eleven, and the youngest is around six. Most of them are humans, but there are two Lamia twins and a young Satyr boy. A bright, short, brunette human girl, holds the hand of a shy, slightly taller girl with black hair, trying to hide behind her. She looks up to Elliott. "Hello! Welcome to the town! I'm Sue, and she is my friend Vivi, nice to meet you!" she says while putting her hand up to shake's Elliott's hand, even when it was completely out of reach, so she gets into her tiptoes. Vivi whispers a soft "Hi."

Elliott chuckles "Oh, of course" everyone was Karofsky there, it would be weird to just call everyone by their surnames when it's the same, he supposed "And why don't they call you Dave?" he wonders as he moves closer to the kids. He smiles when Karofsky jokes with them but he is still a little worried that they may get scared of him. Then he notices the different mix of kids in the group, they all are growing up among each other, without difference. This is the normality Elliott wanted, that's what he fights for. When he notices two girls talking to him, he leans down and shakes the girl hand softly. He remembers humans are soft, human kids even more. "Nice to meet you Sue, and Vivi" he tries to take a glance at the other girl but she seems shy "My name is Elliott" he says happily "I'm so excited to be here today."

Sue looks at Vivi. "We heard you were coming, Mister Elliott, and Vivi prepared something for you!" The girl with black hair hesitates. "It's very bad." She says while getting what it looks like a really amateur colorful string bracelet, way too small for an adult hand. The other kids approach Elliott and start telling their names too, except Robbie, because David is carrying him in a piggyback ride. "I'm the tallest." the witch kid happily announces. The Satyr boy speaks. "I want to be the tallest!" and David, who cares about kids opinion about him and fears their disappointment as of any adult, picks him up too so he sits in his shoulder. David thinks Elliott looks even more handsome when he is laughing. "They say there too many David Karofsky in town, better to make a distinction." David guesses the kids aren't really bothering Elliott, or he would not have chosen to go talk to them. "Those are lot of names to learn." He warns the kids.

Elliott looks at the handmade bracelet and happily tries to put it on "It's beautiful" he says, but for the disappointment of both girls and his own, it won't even close around his wrist. However, before the girl who made it gets upset, he quickly tries something "I got an idea, though you will have to help me out" he sits on the floor in front of the girls "I think it would be perfect to decorate my horn" he says carefully leaning his head towards them "Do you think it looks good?" he asks the girls with a big smile. He always thought decorating his horn would be a wonderful idea, but he never expected he was going to get his first horn jewelry like that. Elliott looks up at Karofsky and smiles at him too, he looks so comfortable among those kids, and the scene is so wholesome "You look like a dad" he says out of nowhere, maybe driven by his own desire and thought of being a father himself someday "I mean... you seem to be very good with kids" he blushes embarrassed.

Vivi looks down, embarrassed. "It was for the horn..." She whispers, but Sue holds her hand again and encourages her to put it. "He likes it!" Vivi puts her present very carefully on Elliott's right horn, trying to not touch the horn with her hands. She nods to his question and goes back to look at the ground. Other kids get closer to bomb him with questions. "Elliott, do you like strawberries?" "Isn't the city scary?" "Do you bring sweets?" "My mommy says you're super strong!" "Can you play with us?" "Do you like card games?" David blinks in surprise with Elliott's dad comment. He was trying to go for the cool older sibling. He wonders if this is what Cooper felt when David called him Blaine's dad. Which means it wasn't too bad, he was blushing a little with the comment. "They're just tiny people. You get bad with kids when you think they're a thing." He can hear Robbie saying he is not tiny, and he heard Abbie asking Elliott if she seems to be good with adults.

"Ah, ah of course!" Elliott says embarrassed "It was my mistake, it was obviously crafted for my horn!" he blushes but he sees the girls seem happy because he likes the present "I love it!" he clarifies as he has his horn decorated by them. "Thank you" he smiles at them when suddenly he is bombarded by the other kids "Eh, yes I like strawberries they are tasty, though I usually cover them with chocolate, sugar or whipped cream so they are sweeter" he laughs "I don't think the city is scary, it can be totally different from what you guys have here, but it's fun too" he answers another kid "I always have some in my bag" he gets a bag of m&ms out of his bag and shows it to the kids "so you guys want some?" he smiles "your mommy is right" he continues "of course, i would play with you, what do you want to do?" he stands up again, until now he was sitting on the floor more at the kids height "I have no idea about card games, but you can explain it to me" he chuckles. Elliott nods noticing Karofsky's blushing and blushing more himself. Maybe it was dumb what he said. "Yeah, you are right" he says to Karofsky and then turns to Abbie "Yeah, I would say you are pretty good" he laughs.

The group of kids talks one over the other without much pause. "Elliott likes strawberries like me!" The kids say shocked about Elliott immense wisdom about how to eat strawberries. There is a big general "Oooh" from the kids to the news about the city, admiring Elliott bravery to find such a place filled with nothing but horrors fun. "You're so brave, Elliott, even Alisha Viburnum the Brave says the city is scary!" A little boy answers angry to the statement. "Alisha Viburnum the Brave isn't scared of anything!" The kids cheer when Elliott takes the candy, and put their hands up to get some. "Elliott we will explain the games to you, sit with us, please!" They say while preparing a strange deck of cards with strange rules they constantly argue about and change in the middle of the game. David sits with the kids and plays the game. It doesn't have winners or losers. There is no score. He always finds there was something missing when there wasn't any competition. After a while he warns the kids. "This is the last match, we gotta eat lunch. And you too" He stands up and offered his hand to Elliott. "Wanna go?"

Elliott smiles feeling so warm and happy to be surrounded by those kids, their cheerfulness is contagious and he feels welcomed. He sits among them on the floor and plays the complicated and confusing game, sometimes looking at Karofsky like "what even is happening" and laughing. Elliott feels so lucky, and so grateful to be there, it’s hard for him to remember the last time he was so relaxed and happy and it lasted enough for him to enjoy it. There is no anxiety or worry when you are in the middle of nature with such kind people. Elliott could just stand up by himself but he is not going to miss the chance to grabs a cute man's hand, so he accepts Karofsky's gesture and stands up with his help "I always enjoy eating" he chuckles.

Some adults came to pick up the children, the witches greet Elliott and then go to talk to their kids. "Time to go home, honey." A mother says. "But Moooom, I want to eat with Elliott!" A witch kid complains. "You don't want to bother him." She says, apologetic, and looks at Elliott. "Sorry, you know how kids are. I hope they didn't give you trouble." Most of the kids complain, and Abbie, the lamia girl, approaches the kid. "Leave it to me." She looks at the human mom. "Miss, I want to eat with Elliott, and my friends are invited! They'll come with me." The adult thinks for a while. "...We can bring the food to the open table. I'm not sure if it will fit." Abbie tosses her hair and looks at the kids, proud of herself. They cheer her. "You're welcome, the better for my friends.. Come with me, Sue." She says and grabs Sue hand to go. David decides to take care of this, and whispers to Elliott. "You tired? I know it's hard to disappoint kids, but they can take a no. Should learn, too." Whatever Elliott decides, when they arrived to the lunch place, there is a big wooden table near some trees, it could fit twenty sits, but they were supposed to be just six eating there. The ones who welcomed them at the entrance where waiting there. He could see the table full of different sweets and desserts, and there was a dozen of cakes. It was a free buffet of anything made of sugar. David looks at Ethan. "Ethan, told you not too much work." Ethan looks worried, and answers him. "Yes, I know, we crossed the line of not working enough. This is clearly not enough. Elliott Farrohk Gilbert, we can make more while you might enjoy our modest appetize."

Elliott waves sadly as the kids go, he was having fun with them, and he was starting to feel very comfortable, it was nice to see people just not being afraid of him even on his unglamoured form. He shakes his head to the mom "No, they are great kids, they don't bother me at all" he smiles. When one of the kids makes it possible for all them to stay, Elliott cheers with them, and goes to sit at the table as well, he has two kids holding both of his hands as they go there. Elliott is speechless when he sees all the sweets "Wow, look at that" he lets go surprised, but then he hears Karofsky and Ethan's conversation "Eh... no, no, if anything this is a lot, I feel bad you guys had to do all this for me or something..." he was feeling awkward "I told Karofsky I really didn't need anything" he points at his friend "It's pretty nice though, I'm sure the kids will enjoy them too" he smiles trying to be polite "Wait..." he realized as he let go of the kids who were already sitting down at the table "Did you say appetizer?" he looks at the two men confused.

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#p: the village people #part 1 #knockonkarofsky #tw: suicide #tw: homophobia

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A Gift

So today is @ladylike-foxes birthday and as a gift I decided to write a little something featuring her Arcana Apprentice Rune, because she is an angel who has listened to me whine about school and my parents and my life.

This takes place at the start of the game, the same day that Asra leaves, and there’s some in-game dialogue used.

I hope I kept Rune as in character as possible. I went through her character tag to find out what I could about her, but there’s not a whole lot so I added my apprentice Orla to give me a stepping off. Also I haven’t written anything in... a long time, so this is kinda rough, but I hope you like it anyway!

Happy Birthday!

EDIT: Everytime I try to put this under a Read More, it screws up and makes my quotations and apostrophe’s weird special characters. Sorry!

“Rune!”

Rune looks up from her sweeping as Asra pushes aside the curtain to the backroom and wanders into the shop proper. “Wait ‘til you see what the woods had to offer today!” he says, smiling brightly as he overturns his bag onto the counter.

“Oh wow!” she says, setting aside the broom before beginning to sort through the assortment of things Asra has brought back. Most of it is edible, ingredients for simple meals but there’s quite a few magical ingredients they can use for the shop. He watches from the other side of the counter, head propped on his hands, delight dancing in his eyes. “This is way more than we need right now. Why did you get so much?”

Nonetheless, Rune turns from the counter to find empty canisters to store the things Asra has brought back, to separate what will stay downstairs and what will go upstairs. When she turns back around, she notices some of the mirth fall away in Asra’s expression as he stands to his full height again. There’s an uneasiness that seems to drape itself over his shoulders, his gaze suddenly going askance.

“I thought it would be better to have plenty,” he says, voice quieter than it was moments ago. “I don’t want to leave you here with nothing to eat but pumpkin bread.”

Rune’s hand stills over a small animal skull, bleached white by the sun. Oh. There’s an ache that settles in her chest at the thought of him leaving again, it feels as though he had just returned from his last trip. It meant worrying and sleepless nights and –

“So you are leaving again?”

Orla.

Rune’s head snaps in the direction of the stairs just in time to see her step into the room. Orla’s face is blank, stilled into her usual mask of placid disinterest, but Rune can easily see the storm behind her eyes. They both hate when Asra leaves, but Orla has never been afraid to tell him just how much.

Asra gives her a reluctant nod, eyes softening in the way they always do around Orla – like regret and with a thousand apologies that he doesn’t quite know how to begin. “Yes. Tonight,” he replies. And Rune’s heart gives a painful lurch with the pleading tone of his voice, the way it begs Orla not to start this argument again.

But all of them know better.

Orla steps up to the end of the counter between Asra and Rune, braces her hands against the top. “Take us with you,” she says, tone sharp with the implication that it’s not a request. “Either of us. We want to go with you.”

Rune doesn’t say anything, doesn’t voice her own desire to go with Asra, but she glances between her master and fellow apprentice. This argument isn’t new, but it feels… different from the others somehow. She knows that Orla doesn’t really mean to be so aggressive with him, that she loves him in her own way, but the frustration at Asra’s secret-keeping gets the better of her and turns her best of intentions into anger.

Asra blinks and his eyes falls from Orla’s determined face as he sighs. He holds out his hands to both of them, Rune and Orla each take one without thought as he leads them away from the counter to stand in front of him. His soft gaze wanders between them and his hands come up to cup their faces, his thumbs soothing along the angle of their cheekbones.

Both girls breathe a sigh, softening under Asra’s touch.

“I know you both want to come, and I wish I could take you… but –”

“It’s too risky?” Orla finishes for him. And all of a sudden her hackles are raised again and color rises to the apples of her cheeks. “It’s always too risky! Or too far for us but not for you! Why is that?”

“Orla, please.”

She shakes her head, mouth contorting into a grimace as she twists out of Asra’s reach. Rune steps to reach for her, offer whatever comfort she can but Orla takes a step back from even her and Rune is shocked to see the glassy sheen in her eyes.

“I’m going out,” she announces to no one in particular and moves to brush past Asra to the back door. With her hand on the doorknob Orla twists and over her shoulder says, “I hope you find what you’re looking for this time, Master.”

When she slams the door shut in her wake, the window rattles so hard Rune is afraid for a moment it’s going to shatter. It wouldn’t be the first time.

In front of her Asra releases such a long breath that she’s certain he had been holding it. “That went well,” he mumbles. “Sometimes I think she would just rather I didn’t come back at all.”

“Don’t say that!” Rune snaps at him and Asra at least has the decency to look chagrined. “She just… worries, and it comes out wrong… we both worry.”

What Rune doesn’t say is just how big the shop feels without him, or just how wide the bed the three of them share becomes without Asra’s warmth between her and Orla. Doesn’t tell him that neither of them really sleep, that she stays up playing her fiddle to the wee hours and Orla comes home bloody and bruised more often when he’s gone. She doesn’t tell him that sometimes it feels like she and Orla just go through the motions until he returns.

But again, Rune is suddenly overcome with the feeling that something about this time is different and it teases at the edges of her mind. It makes the hair on the back of her neck stand on end. She wonders, briefly, if Orla might have felt the same thing and that was why her argument with Asra was more impassioned than times before.

“I know,” he says, reaching out to draw Rune to him, “but it’ll be alright.”

Even with Asra’s assurances and his arms around her it does nothing to ease the disquiet whispering in the back of Rune’s mind.

Something’s coming. She’s certain of it.

Orla breathes a relieved sigh when she finally crests the top of the stairs into the small apartment above the magic shop. Managing to make it into the shop and up the stairs without incident is a feat, but Orla knows the way the shop settles, times her movements around the building’s natural creaks and groans.

Asra’s already gone. She feels his absence in the air around her, in the stillness that settles over the shop in the wake of his departure. With it comes an ache, or a hollowness that yawns in the space behind her ribs – guilt, probably, though Orla doesn’t want to admit it – for not being here to send him off.

What if something happens to Asra on his journey and the last words Orla had spoken to him had been harsh and angry?

Orla shakes the thought from her head. It’s too late to think about it now anyway.

She turns to venture into the washroom, to rinse her face and hands when behind her, Orla hears the sound of someone snapping their fingers and the room at her back suddenly comes to life with light.

Orla’s eyes slide closed as she sighs, “Damn it.”

“Aren’t you tired of getting caught yet?” Rune says behind her.

Orla shrugs. “I’ll get lucky some day.”

But she knows better. Rune doesn’t sleep well when Asra’s gone. Neither of them do, really, crowding into the middle of the bed, into the space his body usually occupies, sometimes pressing so close their noses touch. The space he leaves behind is so much more than his physical absence that it’s all they can do to go about their daily lives.

“You missed Asra leaving, he waited as long as he could,” she tells her and Orla doesn’t miss the displeasure in Rune’s tone.

Her shoulders round in on themselves under the weight of Rune’s disappointment. “I know.”

Behind her, Orla hears the legs of the chair scrape against the floor as Rune stands and begins to walk toward her. “I understand why you’re so hard on him, but he doesn’t like leaving us anymore than we like – oh gods!” Rune cuts herself off suddenly as she rounds in front of Orla and gets a proper look at her friend’s face. “You went down to the docks again, didn’t you?”

Orla knows she must look a fright. She can feel it in the way one eye is trying to swell shut, the way it hurts to breathe through her nose, and the blood dried in her hairline; the way every time she talks the split in her bottom lip gapes and bleeds anew. And that’s only what Rune can see. And really it looked a lot worse before Orla tried to heal some of it. But… healing magic has never been her strong suit so she just had to be satisfied with the fact that she managed to dull the pain enough so she could make it home.

“It’s not as bad as it looks?” she offers, and tries to smile.

Rune blinks at her like she can’t understand what Orla just said, annoyance evident in the slight twitch of her eye. “Your definition of not as bad as it looks and mine are two completely different things,” she says. After a moment, Rune sighs, “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.”

“To be fair,” Orla says as she follows Rune to the washroom, “I did try to sneak in so you wouldn’t have to see this.”

Rune doesn’t deign to reply as she forces Orla into the washroom, then out of her torn and bloodstained clothes and into the tub before starting the water. She putters around while the water rises, gathering different bottles and small tins of ointment, digging Orla’s hairbrush and sleep clothes out of the dresser.

As Orla watches Rune bustle around, guilt wedges itself in the back of her throat. This is exactly why she had tried to sneak in.

“You don’t have to do this, Rue,” Orla says, drawing her knees up to her chin. But she does it every time.

Rune pauses in her movements, hand still hovering over the candle she’s just lit. She takes a breath to answer, but seems to think better of it and shakes her head before continuing. After she’s dumped a generous amount of bath salts into the tub, Rune turns off the water, rolls up the legs of her pants and sits herself on the edge of the tub behind Orla, her knees on either side of the other girl’s shoulders. She still doesn’t speak as she pours warm water over Orla’s hair and gently massages the dried blood from the white strands.

Rune reaches over the edge of the tub and Orla hears the sound of a bottle uncorking. “I can heal the worst of it tonight,” Rune says, putting the bottle back down and then suddenly the room fills with the smell of lavender as Rune slicks the oil over Orla’s bruised, sore muscles. “The rest I can heal tomorrow.”

“Thank you,” Orla says, tilts her head backwards to look up at Rune and tries to smile.

Rune rolls her eyes, brushes the washcloth over her face as gently as possible. “I don’t do this because I have to you know,” she says, massaging healing magic into the skin around her eye until the swelling begins to go down. “I do it because I love you and we have to look after one another while Asra’s gone.”

Orla nods, tilts her head to rest against Rune’s thigh and because Rune is one of the only people that can soften Orla’s sharpness admits, “I just… wish he didn’t keep so many secrets from us.”

And Rune sighs, soothing her hand over Orla’s damp hair. “I know, me too.”

“Asra had me do a reading for him before he left,” Rune tells Orla as they sit on their bed after Rune’s washed away the blood and soothed the bruises.

Orla shudders. “His deck gives me the creeps.”

Behind her, Rune laughs softly making another pass through Orla’s hair with the brush. “I know, that’s why he left it with me. He joked that you probably would have made him hide it somewhere.”

“I would have!”

The girls share another laugh until the sound of frantic knocking echo from downstairs up to their room. Orla looks over her shoulder, “Did you forget to put out the lantern?”

With a shake of her head Rune stands from the bed. “I don’t think I did, and even so… it’s a little too late for a reading.”

They sit in silence for a moment, barely daring to breathe, both of them hoping that whoever was at the door might just leave. Just as it seems like whoever it is has left, the knocking returns harder and more insistent than before.

Orla sighs as she stands as well. “Might as well go see who it is.”

Together, the two girls head down into the shop to deal with the stranger at the door entirely unaware that it was about to change everything.

#the arcana #thearcanagame #fan apprentice #the arcana fic #asra #rune #orla

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