#like he was confident no one would take the ring off him cause it kept bloody murdering people which he thought was fine to let it do in

[yugioh-why-not]

Shadi mentions that people who have a millennium item are often drawn to collect others. I know he gave them out, but do you ever think he was drawn to collecting them at one stage and perhaps given DSOD logic, after his death he realised that was bad and started handing them out?

[jyoongim]

Imagine though, you see Alastor and assume that he's the one in full control during sex but the reality is that behind closed doors his ass is absolutely pathetic for his woman, falling to her feet, kissing them and being a pretty little pet

Happy Valentines Day everyone <3, hope you get off to some nice fics today and take care of yourself babes

Themes: fem!reader, face-sitting/riding, fluff, antlers, soft!Alastor, pet names, slight begging, Alastor lowkey pussy whipped.

If anyone knew Alastor, they knew just how terrifying he could be.

The Radio Demon always wore a smile on his face.

He was intimidating, dangerous, cunning, and unpredictable.

So why in the seven rings, were You not afraid?

When Alastor came back for his seven-year absence, he had a pretty sweet thing by his side.

Unlike the arrogant demon, you spoke softly if not ever at all. You were kind and treated everyone equally.

You must be something real special to have been able to deal with the Radio Demon.

If someone took a look at you and Alastor, they would immediately think that it is Alastor who calls all the shots.

In some way that’s true.

In the public eye, though Alastor kept you by his side, it was often interpreted that you were more like arm candy, nothing more than a pretty face he kept.

But never trust appearances.

For the feared Radio Demon who maintained an air of confidence, behind closed doors always showed how much he appreciated you.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You giggled at the sound of a record scratch as you got ready to settle in bed for the night.

Alastor was reading a book, sipping on some tea as you dropped your robe to get into bed.

His ear twitched at the sound of the fallen clothing and when he glanced your way, he short-circuited.

You were beautiful. 

Hair tied in a wrap to make sure your curls stayed in place. Your thin, silk nightie clung to your full figure as you applied your lotions and ointments. You sighed happily as you finished up your night routine.

Alastor didn’t register that he had even got up until he was kneeling in front of you, smile soft as he caressed your legs, hands starting to at your foot

You tilted your head at the demon “Alastor?”

A chaste kiss was pressed inside your ankle as he rubbed your feet.

You relaxed as he worked the kinks out your legs and feet.

Maybe it was because he was a serial killer alive, but damn was he good with his hands.

You grabbed at his loosened tie, letting him crawl up your body. You peppered his face with kisses, shyly nipping at his lips. You figured that this was gonna turn into a lusty rendezvous ,so when you went to unzip his pants and he denied you, you were confused.

Alastor chuckled, kissing your shoulder “Let me take care of you mon cher you always do so much being my good girl”

He slipped back to settle between your thighs. His hands caressed and kneaded at the soft flesh, even giving you a slight nip to get a gasp out of you.

He flicked your nightie up, smirking at your bare cunt. A low growl rumbled in his chest as your scent wafted to his nose. He pressed a kiss your clit, causing you to jump

”Not yet”

Alastor hands roamed and kneaded you as he mumbled his praises.

Alastor was under your spell the moment he met you. You had a way of making him a bit softer than he was use to.

He kept you by his side without a deal and loved every moment of it.

He would do anything you asked. 

Anything you want, it was yours by his command.

He would tear Hell apart if anything happened to you.

You were his muse.

His goddess.

His to care and provide for.

Only you were capable of getting the Radio Demon to be domesticated.

Only dedicated to you.

What a clever minx you were…

Alastor sucked a perky nipple into his mouth. Moaning as your body seems to light up.  Your chest pushing the mound of flesh into his mouth as he tugged and teased the peak.

Deeming your nipple was abused enough, he switched to the other, pinching the other.

A whine tore through you as he teased soft circles on your clit. “A-Alastor”

He shushed you as you grinded against his hand

”Ask and Ill give you anything darlin”

”T-Ton…”you panted as he tugged at your ear with his teeth. He hummed ”hmmm?”

You took a deep breathe, head lolling as he dipped a finger inside you. “I-I want to cum o-on your t-tongue”

Though Alastor usually took the reigns in every other aspect of your relationship, in the bedroom it was you coaxing the maniac to be soft.

Alastor took orders from no one.

But he did like the praise and acknowledgment you gave and that was enough to fuel his ego.

”Then take it”

Your cheeks were heated as you looked at the red demon beneath you. He was smiling as he looked back up at you.

He kissed your inner thighs, waiting on you.

waiting for you to let your desires to overtake the usual sweet personality you had.

”Tongue out” you said softly, finding purchase on his antlers, that were now big as branches.

You felt his warm, wet tongue loll out his mouth, grazing your cunt.

You steadied your grip and without a second thought, sat on his  mouth.

Your claws dug into his antlers as you moved against his tongue.

Alastor was quite happy underneath you, tongue lapping as you used him for your pleasure.

Soft moans and groans bounced off the walls as you coated Alastor’s face in your slick.

”Oooooh fuuccckk ah!”

Usually you begged. 

Begged for Alastor to give you that sweet release.

But you were going to take it.

And make him beg.

”A-Alasstoorr ha!” His ears perked at your enticing moan around his name.

”You’ll look so pretty covered in my cum aha! Would you like that? Hmmm?” 

You were riding his tongue as if his cock. Feet planted and thighs caging him in. 

“I’m gonna cum Oh! Ah!” Using his antlers, you angled his head so his nose bumped your clit with each roll of your hips.

”c-cummin’ i-i aaahh! Fuck! I’m cumming! I’m cumming! Take it take it. Be a good boy, Swallow my cum hmmmm yeeesss oh!”

The soppy slurps and curling of his tongue sent you over the edge.

Huffing you raised your hips, not wanting to kill the demon from being smothered.

”i-I’m sorry Al I didn’t mean-”

Your hand brushed against a heavy tent in his pants

But Alastor’s arms wrapped around your waist, pulling your sensitive cunt back down.

“I don't mind dearest. You should relish using me for your pleasure…I’m your good boy after all”

Alastor might be a scary powerful overlord…but he was a big softie when it came to his woman. 

Absolutely worshiped the ground you walked on.

Only you could turn the monster into a purring kitten.

And he’d have it no other way.

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[michelle-is-writing]

Wedding Mornings, Spencer Reid

Word Count: 2.2k~

As a child, I always wondered if I would ever find the right person for me. Having no luck to find such a person as a teenager, I ended up wondering if I would even find a husband, better yet, my soul mate. In years to come, I would start to believe that I would be alone forever.

However, once I moved to Washington DC and found a job at the Melvin Gelvin library, I soon befriended a man that visited there a lot. I had seen him in the research section before, but he never came up to my desk for help. I thought he was cute, in all honesty, but I didn't want to come off as too confident and go up to him to see if he needed help when I never did that with anyone else in the library.

So, the one day he did come up to me and ask me where to find a book I had seen him take out many times, I smiled and nodded before helping him find the book. He was nervous asking me his question, and I couldn't help but be a little nervous as well. Although, once we found the encyclopedia for Philosophy, he introduced himself as Spencer Reid, and I couldn't help but rejoice as my name fell from my lips in return. Finally, I got to learn the name of the man who I had shared glances with so many times, yet, we never interacted - up until then.

After that, it felt like a free-game. Anytime Spencer came into the library, he was asking me for books that I knew very well he was aware of where they would be. In spite of this, I always helped him, and after he checked out the third book I had seen him read many times before, Spencer finally asked me out for coffee.

Unfortunately, our date kept getting postponed because of Spencer's job. At first, I thought he was backing out in regret since it had already taken him so long to ask me out in first place. However, once we did go on that date, I discovered that that wasn't even a tiny fraction as to why he kept rescheduling. As soon as I found out that Spencer held such a huge responsibility with a job that relied on him to capture mass murderers and kidnappers, I found myself in complete admiration for him. Not to mention the fact that all of the science books he had been checking out weren't for class or education - he already earned his degrees in those fields beforehand.

Now that I have a dazzling ring on my finger, I'm even happier that I was patient in waiting for Spencer to finally make it to our date. I knew how long I waited for that coffee shop date he promised - six-whole-weeks. However, I never knew how long I was waiting for a man like Spencer to make his way into my life until I found out how much I truly loved him. Through saying those three words that are often said too much, I discovered that I had waited my entire life to find Spencer, and when he proposed to me in Rossi's garden one late night, I found out that Spencer truly felt the same way.

Soon enough, the months before our wedding slowly passed until the brightest week of our lives came up, and once that started, it was like everything was going at twice the speed it should have been going. All of my bridesmaids (JJ, Emily, (f/n), and Penelope) ran around like chickens with their heads cut off while Spencer's groomsmen (Derek, Aaron, and Rossi) did the same. Even during the morning of my wedding, everyone was running around to get things done while I just stayed in my bride's quarter's kitchen and did the same thing I did every other morning.

"I'm just saying," Penelope starts, watching as I pour freshly made coffee into a mug for Spencer. "It's bad luck for a groom to see the bride before the wedding!" She reminds me, causing me to smile.

"I thought that was only if the bride was wearing her dress," I point out, adding more sugar than actual coffee into the mug. "And, besides," I add, giving the coffee one last stir before placing the spoon down on the counter. I have no idea how Spencer can drink this stuff with nearly half of the mug filled with sugar.

Turning toward Penelope with the steaming mug in hand, my eyes quickly catch onto the expertly made bouquet in her hands, every flower I wanted beautifully bundled together with a gorgeous (f/c) bow wrapped around the stems. How is she so good at any creative thing she does?

"I've made Spencer his coffee every morning since our first day living together, Pen," I tell her, smiling as I think about the fond memory. Sometimes he'll make me a cup too if I haven't done so myself. "I don't want to miss a day because of some old, wise tale that's probably been taken out of its original context," I add, slightly smirking as I know that's the truth. Once the words leave my mouth, Penelope can't resist the smile the makes it's way onto her lips as she shakes her head.

"Well, I don't think anything I say is going to stop you," She notes, earning a head nod back from me. She's right. Nothing is going to make me halt in my actions of bringing Spencer his coffee - not even a silly little fairytale.

Heading out of the hotel room in only my silk pajamas that match the rest of the girls' clothes, I find myself walking across the hall with my heart pounding in my chest. It's strange to just now realize that today is the official start of my forever. It's a fantastic feeling, but at the same time, it's giving me a high that I feel like I can't come down from. It's a dangerous, yet blissful thing.

Just as I round the corner to walk to the other end of the hall, my eyes quickly catch onto a familiar figure leaving his hotel room. There's no way I could ever forget those brunet curls or the slender body of the man I love. Although, what is a bit odd is that he's currently carrying a coffee mug of his own. I guess he didn't think that I'd stick to what we've always done.

"Good morning, handsome," I greet Spencer, causing him to lightly jump before turning around and seeing me. Once his eyes land on my pajama covered figure, he visibly calms down with a small sigh and smile.

"I wanted to go and see you, but the guys wouldn't let me. So, I had to sneak out," Spencer explains with a shake of his head, making me laugh. Just as I do that, Spencer's whole demeanor changes as if he's softening up. His tense shoulders loosen while his posture relaxes a bit, another sigh leaving his slightly smiling lips as he does so. He looks calmer than any other time I can remember.

"You... you look amazing," he compliments me, causing me to blush with a wide smile. My hair is an absolute mess right now, a majority of it up in a clip as I haven't brushed it yet. Not to mention my face doesn't even have a touch of makeup on it and I'm still in pajamas - there's nothing about me that says "amazing" right now. I don't know how Spencer can say such things.

"Thank you, baby," I tell him, taking a few steps forward before planting a kiss to his cheek. Despite today being the day of our wedding, Spencer's cheeks turn to light pink in response to my lips touching them as they always do, and I can't help but smile as I see the rose color take over his skin. Despite what some people say, I truly believe there's a good chance it will always be this way.

"I made you coffee for this morning," I tell him, gesturing to the steaming mug in my hand. "But I didn't know you made your own already," I further add, watching as the corner of Spencer's lip quirks up. Is he surprised that I would do this?

"Actually," he starts, holding the cup out to me. "I made this for you - that's why I was heading out of the room so I could go and give it to you," Spencer explains, trading mugs with me as a bright smile takes over his face. "I'm glad that we both had the same idea."

Smiling back, I nod before taking a sip from the cup of coffee Spencer made me, Spencer following in suit with the cup that I made him. We both let out a small, satisfied groan as the taste of coffee reaches our lips.

"You always manage to make my coffee perfect," Spencer points out, making my heart clench. He's so adorable, and he doesn't even realize it.

"And I'll never forget it, love, not for a long time," I tell him, leaning closer to kiss his cheek. However, before I can do so, Spencer takes the chance to wrap his free arm around me and pull me against him. Now satisfied, Spencer gives off a small hum before leaning down and pressing his lips to mine. In his arms, I feel the happiest I've felt this morning, and with the events of today being added in, I am more than ecstatic right now. Making coffee for Spencer every morning for the rest of my life is only a small fraction of what our marriage is going to be, and I can't help but look forward to doing it.

"I'm so glad we're doing this," Spencer confesses, pulling away from my lips to rest his nose against mine. Smiling, I gently sigh as I feel his hand on my waist sliding underneath my pajama top and onto my skin. His touch is so gentle that I could almost mistake it for a cloud touching me. "I've waited so long for this."

"I wish we would've done it sooner," I admit, nuzzling the side of my face into Spencer's soft sleep shirt. "Then I could've been Mrs. Reid for a long time now," I point out, turning my eyes up to the smiling man holding me.

"I do like the sound of that," Spencer murmurs, smirking as he leans farther down to press his lips to my neck. "Misses Reid," He slowly says my new title, each syllable rolling off his tongue smoothly. Even before we were engaged, he would jokingly call me that, but now that I'm actually Mrs. Reid, my love for the name has only grown.

With that, Spencer and I connect our lips in another sweet kiss while holding each other close. In his arms, I feel the warmest and happiest I have ever been. Nothing could ruin this moment between us. It's simply too perfect.

"Stop making out in the hallway! You'll be doing enough of that later!" A stern voice interrupts us, causing Spencer and me to look over to the hotel room door he stepped out of a few seconds ago. Hanging out of the empty doorway is Derek who's smirking with an accusing eyebrow. "Isn't it bad luck to see the bride before the ceremony?"

"Actually, Derek, it's only bad luck if-" Spencer argues Derek just as another voice cuts in.

"What are you two doing?!" A shout sounds throughout the hall, the tone full of Penelope Garcia's typical sassiness. Immediately, both of our heads shoot toward the end of the hall where the spunky blonde stomps toward us. "What have you two been doing?!"

"Derek, help us," I beg, turning my head back to Spencer's best man. Instead of doing what I actually asked, Derek laughs and shakes his head while holding his hands up.

"Oh no," he starts, "I'm not suffering at the hands of the woman behind you."

"Yeah," Penelope states, matter-of-factly. "I would be scared too if I were you, missy," just as soon as the words leave her lips, Penelope puts her hand on my arm and practically drags me out of Spencer's arms while Derek does the same to Spencer, both mindful of the mugs in our hands.

"You can see your beautiful bride in a couple of hours," Derek assures my soon-to-be-husband while he gives me one last kiss. As soon as his lips touch mine, I realize this is the last kiss before the one kiss we get to share that marks our forever with each other. Plus, I have no doubt that our friends will be cheering and teasing us as we do so - just like Derek and Penelope do right now. Just at the single thought, I can hardly wait.

[george-weasleys-girl]

Yule request - I really like Aftermath and the Next Level, so as a follow up could it be the first Christmas after the war, and Fred proposes to reader whilst they have Christmas at the Weasleys? Reader doesn't have a family (well she does but they treated her badly so she was brought up by Shacklebolt which is how she works for him so he's her foster Dad or something?) so every year since she became adopted (a baby as Shaklebolt found her as a baby in Diagon Alley left in a bad way) she has spent it with Shaklebolt and the Weasleys as Shaklebolt and Arthur are best friends. ❤️

❄️Yuletide Celebration❄️

A Christmas Proposal

Fred Weasley x fem!reader

The sound of drunken Christmas carols echoed through the Burrow. "Oh, is it that time already?" Y/N laughed as Arthur and Kingsley Shacklebolt staggered around the corner into the kitchen where she and Fred were helping Molly finish up the baking.

Molly rolled her eyes. "I'm taking that bottle of mulled wine away from you two."

"She says that every year," Fred whispered to Y/N.

"And she never does," Y/N giggled and shook her head. "It's hard to believe those two are actually responsible adults. 'Cause right now, a good stiff breeze would blow them right over."

It was at that very moment the wind picked up, rattling the windows. "Shall we open the door and find out?" Fred waggled his eyebrows at Y/N.

"Be nice," Y/N elbowed him playfully in the side. "Though it is tempting," she added with a grin.

~•~

Every Christmas since Fred could remember, Y/N, along with her adoptive father and Arthur's best friend, Kingsley Shacklebolt, spent Christmas at the Burrow.

He and Y/N had grown up together, becoming best friends and confidants. Then, somewhere along the way, he fell for Y/N, and she fell for him. Though, it took a couple of years and a near-death experience for them to finally admit it to each other.

Fred kept a close eye on her as she made her way over to the sofa. Y/N had been using her cane quite bit recently and a few times had needed her wheelchair. The colder months were hard on her, causing the damaged nerves in her back to spasm relentlessly.

She hid it well, though, all smiles and laughter, and waving off her pain as if it was nothing. But not with him. Never with him. When the two of them were alone, it was only then that she let the mask fall away. So many times over the past months, he'd held her as she cried in pain or in frustration at all the things she could no longer do.

It broke his heart. She'd been through so much already. As an infant, she'd been left to die on Diagon Alley in the dead of winter by her worthless parents, and then they rejected for a second time when she reached out to them several years ago.

And now this.

"Hey, love," he slid in beside her on the sofa. She shuddered, closing her eyes for a moment. And he knew.

Fred stretched. "I think we're going to call it a night," he announced and stood.

Y/N smiled at him. "Thanks," she said once they were alone. "You always take such good care of me."

"And I always will," he pushed a stray hair behind her ear. "Now, let's get you in bed."

~•~

Fred waited until all the gifts were unwrapped before he announced there was one more. He glanced over at Shacklebolt, who smiled and gave an almost imperceptible nod. Then he turned and knelt before Y/N, holding out a small box containing a diamond ring.

"My dearest Y/N, you are the light that has brightened up my life in ways I never knew were possible. Together, we have shared so much, both good and bad. Even on the worst days, every day spent with you has been a gift. I can't imagine growing old with anyone else, nor do I want to. Will you marry me?"

Tears flowed down Y/N's cheeks. "Yes! Yes, Freddie! I'll marry you!"

The room erupted into cheers as Fred gathered her into a gentle embrace. "I love you, Y/N. Always and forever," he mummered, his own tears mingling with hers.

"I love you too," she smiled. "Always and forever."

~•~

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[munson-blurbs]

I am thinking older Eddie? 🤔 he's not nearly as confident as he used to be but meets his dream gal at maybe a concert? Gets his groove back. Maybe he's a single dad who feels like he hasn't had time or energy to be himself anymore and she makes him feel like that again?

I just feel like you'll be able to really make it so good.

Warnings: none--all fluff :)

WC: 2.7k

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

“Okay, his bedtime is 7:30 PM, but if you get him down before 8:30, I’ll be amazed,” Eddie tells his uncle, grabbing his guitar case and slinging it over his shoulder. “He’s in that phase where he only wants to eat macaroni and cheese, so just go with that tonight. No need for you to fight with him over it.”

Wayne chuckles, bouncing the toddler on his hip. “And when will you be out of your ‘only eating macaroni and cheese’ phase?” he asks Eddie, who promptly flips him off in response. “Hey! Not in front of the impressionable kid!”

“Daddy will see you when you wake up tomorrow,” Eddie promises his son, pressing a quick kiss to his scalp. “Be good for Grandpa.”

“Oh, he’s always good for me,” Wayne says, making a funny face at the little boy. “Isn’t that right, Kirk?” He frowns as Kirk’s tiny bottom lip quivers and he reaches out for his dad. “C’mon, buddy; Dad has to go to his concert!”

“No!” Kirk whines, crocodile tears streaming down his chubby cheeks. Eddie’s heart pangs, and he second guesses his decision to go out.

As though he can read his nephew’s mind, Wayne tuts at Eddie’s hesitation. “Nuh-uh, absolutely not. You haven’t done anything for yourself since this troublemaker was born.” He wipes a tear from Kirk’s face and blows a raspberry into his belly. A mix of giggles and sobs leaves the boy’s throat. “We’re gonna be just fine. Now, go.” He practically shoves Eddie out the door. 

It’s been ten years since Eddie graduated from Hawkins High. The day he crossed that stage, middle fingers aimed at his exasperated principal, he’d vowed never to return to this shithole town. And he’d kept that promise up until two years ago. Kirk was only five months old when Celeste had up and left, claiming that she couldn’t handle the stress of motherhood any longer. She’d left her key to their dingy apartment on the countertop, along with the engagement ring Eddie had saved so long to buy her. He’d pawned it a few weeks later, desperate to scrounge up some money for baby formula. And when that money ran out, he’d found himself back in his hometown, bunking with his uncle. Again. 

The goal was to move out, get a little place for himself and Kirk, and give Wayne his trailer—and his freedom—back. After years of raising his brother’s kid, the last thing he probably wanted was to help raise his nephew’s. For the most part, Eddie’s able to balance his job as a telemarketer and fatherhood, especially since he mostly works from home. But on the days where he has to schlep into the office, he relies on Wayne for child care. His salary is decent, and he has medical coverage for himself and his kid, but he hates working a nine-to-five desk job. 

He tunes the radio to a classic rock station, bypassing whatever saccharine pop songs repeat on the Top 40 channels. A smile tugs at his lips when he hears the familiar bridge. 

Master, master

Where’s the dreams that I’ve been after?

Master, master

You promised only lies

It takes him back to a time where his only worries were passing O’Donnell’s class and planning sadistic Hellfire campaigns. Now, his life revolves around potty training and quelling temper tantrums. But even on his most exhausting days, like when he makes Kirk exactly what he wants for lunch, and the kid flips the plate onto the floor, he would do anything for him. He’d choose his son one thousand times over.

Did I leave the number to the club in case of an emergency? he thinks, slamming on the brakes and nearly causing a collision before remembering that he’d jotted it down on a notepad and given it to Wayne. 

It’s been too long since he’s played in front of anyone, save for lullabies to get Kirk to sleep. But Gareth was coming back to Indiana for a weekend, and he’d damn near begged the guys for a one-night only Corroded Coffin reunion. Eddie didn’t have the heart to turn him down.

He looks over his shoulder into the backseat, catching a glimpse of Kirk’s car seat. Who would’ve thought that the teenager who used to try to hook up with girls in the back of the van–emphasis on try–would now spend his time cleaning out Cheerio crumbs between the seats?

Pulling into the parking lot, Eddie breathes out a nervous sigh. He’s been practicing every day, all the covers they used to play back in the mid-80s, but he doesn’t have the same confidence he did back when they jammed out at the Hideout. Being a parent certainly knocks you down a few pegs, has you questioning yourself all too often.

“Here goes nothing,” he mutters to himself, pulling his guitar from the trunk and heading into the club. 

“Hey, man! Long time no see!” Jeff claps him on the back, and Gareth pulls him in for a hug. “Jesus, it’s been years.”

“You didn’t bring the kid?” Gareth asks, peering around.

Eddie just laughs. “Nah, ‘s a little past his bedtime. Plus,” he adds, “I don’t want him starting school and singing ‘Hot for Teacher.’” The rest of the band shares a chuckle and starts warming up.

“Did you guys check out the bartender?” Trevor asks, tuning his bass. “She’s a cutie, if any of you wanna chat her up later.”

Gareth snorts. “Eddie’s the only single one out of us; and we all know how he is with the ladies.” He turns to his friend. “Seriously, when’s the last time you got any, dude?”

Too long, Eddie thinks, but just gives Gareth a friendly shove. “Your mom gave it to me good last night.” He grins as Jeff and Trevor chime in with a chorus of oohs. But he’s curious about this bartender, so he peeks around the curtain.

And there you are.

“Holy shit,” he breathes. You’re wearing a black tank top that frames your chest perfectly, paired with a denim miniskirt. Your eyes crinkle as you giggle at something a patron says, and Eddie feels himself melt. “She’s, like, really fuckin’ pretty.” His eyes widen. “Should I talk to her?”

“Let’s play our set first, all right Casanova?” Jeff jokes. “Impress her with your kickass vocals and guitar skills, if you’ve still got ‘em.”

Eddie gives him the middle finger, but he’s wondering the same thing. He doesn’t have time to explore it further before the emcee is announcing Corroded Coffin. “Showtime, boys!” Eddie calls out, hoping no one catches the warble in his voice.

Forty minutes later, the four guys jog off the stage, drenched in sweat and filled with adrenaline.

“That…was…awesome!” Trevor shouts, high-fiving the rest of them. “We can still rock after all these years!”

Eddie’s grinning so wide, his lips could stretch off of his face. “Hell yeah, we do! Woooo!” He grabs a towel and wipes his forehead and back of his neck. He feels like he’s on top of the world; nothing he’d bought from Reefer Rick ever gave him this type of high. He clenches the guitar pick that hangs around his neck; it’s just like the one he wore in high school, except this one has a photo of Kirk on it. Wayne had it custom made for Kirk’s first Christmas. Your old man was a rockstar tonight, little buddy, he thinks, hopefully, you’ll be able to watch me in action someday.

His thoughts are interrupted by a light knocking. He turns around to see you standing in the doorway, holding a tray with four ice-cold glasses of water. “You boys thirsty?” you ask, flashing a smile that could knock him right off of his feet.

“Eddie sure is,” Jeff mutters with a smirk, which disappears as soon as Eddie shoots him a glare. If looks could kill, Jeff would be six feet under right about now.

You cock your brow with a confused expression, but Eddie just shoves his hands in his pockets and meanders over. “Thanks,” he mumbles, plucking a glass from the tray.

“Are you…Eddie?” You look up at him through your lashes, gazing into his chocolate brown eyes. 

“Thas’ me,” he says with a small laugh. “Did you like the show?” He could smack himself; you probably tuned out the music at this point. Especially loud metal covers by a bunch of late twenty-somethings.

He’s surprised by your enthusiastic nod. “Yeah, you guys are amazing! It was a nice change from the grunge bands that usually play.” You wrinkle your nose. “The other day, we had someone come in who only sang Spice Girls songs. That was interesting.”

Eddie laughs, despite his nerves. “Was she any good, at least?”

“No,” you reply pointedly, “he was not.” You motion towards his empty cup. “Want a refill? Or maybe something stronger?”

“Maybe just a Shirley Temple; he’s gotta get up in the morning with his kid,” Gareth pipes up, and Eddie whips his dirty towel at his head.

Your eyes soften. “You have a kid?” It’s not an accusation, nor is it said with disgust, which Eddie is all-too used to. 

“Y-Yeah, a two-year-old,” he stammers, leaning forward slightly to show the guitar pick necklace with his son’s photo on it. “His name’s Kirk.”

“As in Hammett, or as in Captain?” you tease. “Or both?”

Eddie runs a hand through his tangled curls. “Hammett; definitely Hammett,” he answers with a chuckle. “Kid’s probably cooler than him, too.”

“Well, his dad is a total rockstar, so I’m not surprised,” you shrug. “C’mon back to the bar with me, and I’ll get you that Shirley Temple. On the house,” you add.

Jeff waggles his eyebrows and Trevor lets out a low wolf-whistle as Eddie follows you. Gareth is still traumatized from the towel incident to mess with him.

He used to flirt with bartenders all the time; the more out of his league they were, the more fun it was to shoot his shot. But he’s out of practice now, and it doesn’t help that he’s completely intimidated by you.

Think, Munson, think, he wills himself. “So, uh, what’s your name?” You give him your name, and he smiles. “That’s a kickass name, yeah.” A ‘kickass name’? That’s the best you could come up with?

You only laugh at his response. “I mean, I’m not named after Kirk Hammett, but it’s not half bad.”

“Nah, it’s a good name.” Okay, enough with the name, Jesus. “How long have you been a bartender?”

“Feels like forever,” you muse. “It’s my night gig; just a way to make money while I’m working on my novel.” You drop some maraschino cherries into a clean glass. “Fun fact: thinking about publishing a book pays zero dollars.”

“You’re an author?” Eddie asks incredulously. “What kinda book are you writing?”

A blush creeps into your cheeks. “An aspiring author, I guess,” you say shyly, “but it’s a fantasy novel, like a Lord of the Rings type of thing.”

His eyebrows shoot up. “You’ve read Tolkien?” Duh; she literally just compared her work to his. Why else would she do that?

“He’s one of my favorite authors,” you admit, pouring the sweet grenadine and ginger ale before sliding the glass to him. “Him, Stephen King, Mary Shelley…”

“No fuckin’ way,” he breathes, and you look at him quizzically. “I mean, I’ve never met someone so pretty who was also into fantasy.” 

You giggle at the compliment. “Well, maybe we could talk more about it sometime? Like, when I’m not on the clock?”

Eddie’s head spins at the offer. “You drink coffee?” he blurts out. He couldn’t stand the stuff when he was younger, but after far too many sleepless nights with a colicky infant, he’d acquired a taste for it.

“I do,” you nod, grabbing the pen from behind your right ear and snatching the nearest unused napkin you can find. “Let me give you my phone number, if you wanna call me.”

They’re the most beautiful ten digits Eddie’s ever seen. “If I wanna…of course, yeah, that sounds great.” He folds the napkin carefully before putting it in his pocket, not wanting to smudge the ink. “I’ll call you tomorrow afternoon?”

“I’ll be at home, writing,” you laugh. “See you around, Eddie.”

“Yeah, see ya…thanks for your number,” he manages before darting back to the band, beaming like a kid who just woke up to a pile of presents on Christmas morning. “Oh, shit,” he says suddenly, reaching into his wallet and fumbling for some cash, pulling out a crumpled five-dollar bill.

“I told you,” you remind him with the smile that makes him swoon, “I’ll cover this one. Use the money you’re saving to buy something awesome for Kirk.”

Eddie shakes his head. “Gotta at least leave a tip for excellent service. And for managing not to tell those idiots back there to shut the fuck up.” Although he wouldn’t have been mad if you had. At this point, he didn’t think there was anything you could do that would turn him off.

“Nah, they’re harmless,” you wave off his statement. “Trust me, that’s nothing compared to some of the things guys say to me.” You shudder at the memory of the perverted statements leaving their whiskey-soaked lips.

Eddie sits up straighter. “Like what?” he asks, voice brimming with concern. 

“Oh, you know.” You try to sound casual. “Commenting on my body, grabbing my ass, asking to take me home–even when I can see that they’re wearing a wedding ring.”

“Sounds like you need a bodyguard,” he muses, taking a sip of his drink, rings clinking against the glass. The sugar perks him up as soon as it hits his tongue. 

“You offering?” It comes out more salacious than you’d anticipated, but you’re not about to take it back. The look on his face is priceless; he’s clearly not used to people flirting with him so brazenly. 

You watch as Eddie gives a shy smile, caught off-guard yet again. He toys with his necklace before answering. “Gotta earn my free drinks somehow. Otherwise, I’m just a mooch.”

“Yeah, but you’re a really cute mooch, so…” you giggle, wiping down the bar with a nearby towel. “I’d call it even.”

He nearly chokes on his drink. You think he’s cute? Really cute? He wants to ask if it’s a joke, or a prank that the guys put you up to. But you seem so genuine, and it’s been years since anyone has made him feel this special, so he swallows his insecurities. “Th-thanks,” he stutters. “I think it’s mostly the guitar; makes me look like a big shot.”  

“I think it’s your eyes. Or your smile,” you counter, placing your hand on top of his. “But the guitar certainly doesn’t hurt.” You glance down at his ringed fingers. “None of these symbolize an everlasting union, do they?”

“Nope,” he replies, popping the p dramatically. “Just my commitment to tacky jewelry.”

You laugh, leaning in a bit closer to him. “I think I can handle that.” And for a moment, the world stops as Eddie’s breath hitches. He’s desperate to kiss you, but he’s sticky with sweat and doesn’t want to do anything in the dingy bar where you work. No, you deserve a nice date at a fancy restaurant with a freshly-showered Eddie Munson.

“Hey, Romeo!” Jeff calls out, walking towards the two of you with the rest of the band. “Wanna grab some pizza before your carriage turns back into a pumpkin?”

No, Eddie thinks crossly, I want to stay here and talk to the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen until closing time. 

“I’ve gotta get back to work anyway,” you reassure him. “But we can continue this conversation over that coffee date.”

Eddie visibly relaxes at the mention of your next meeting. “Abso-fuckin-lutely,” he agrees. And before he can wimp out, he presses his lips to your cheek, watching as your cheeks tinge a delicious shade of pink. 

Look at you, Munson. Back in the game.

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[hellfirexhoe]

breaking and entering | eddie x fem!reader

summary: established relationship, eddie thinks reader is getting bored with him. 2,026 words.

warnings: minors DNI, 18+, smut, pinv unprotected, oral, fingering, angst, insecure Eddie, fluff

“What the fuck are you talking about?!” You snapped at Eddie

“I’m merely wondering if you might have met someone while you were away?” Eddie’s ringed fingers tighten on the steering wheel as he keeps his eyes fixed on the road.

“This is fucking ridiculous, you have literally just picked me up after not seeing me for 2 weeks and you want to accuse me of cheating on you?! No, fuck this. Take me home right now.”

“Fine, sweetheart.” Eddie swerves and turns the van around, speeding back to your apartment. He hasn’t even turned the engine of before you’re hopping out and stomping to your front door. You don’t turn back, you just hear the sound of the van speeding off.

As you step inside your apartment you throw your bag down on the floor with an angry huff and your roommate Robin looks up from her movie,

“Back so soon?”

“Mhm. Do me a favor, do not let him in tonight. I don’t care what he says, I do not want to see him.” Robin salutes you as you storm off to your bedroom, making sure your window is locked. You throw yourself down on your bed and start to cry, you’d been so excited to see Eddie, those 2 weeks had been just awful without him and the smell in the t-shirt he’d given you had all but faded by the end of the first week. How could he accuse you like that? You’d been out with your family to visit your grandmother, not rollerblading in a bikini in Miami!

A few hours had passed and there had been no attempt by Eddie to see you, which bothered you, you weren’t one for playing games but Eddie doesn’t just let you leave after a fight, he checks in, makes sure you’re okay. Maybe he’s the one who found someone else while you were gone, you wonder as you get ready for bed. Robin shouts a goodnight to you through your door and you decide to grab a drink before settling in bed. As you stand in the kitchen tidying up after the chaos that is Robin making dinner you hear a clicking from the front door, the barrel in the lock shifting around. Confident you know the cause, you lean back on the counter watching the door and waiting, you glance at the clock, 12.07am, so he thinks you must be asleep.

A few clicks later and you hear the bolt retreat in the lock and the door creaks open, revealing Eddie with a screwdriver in his hand and a bobby pin in the other, he starts as he sees you,

“Shit!” You raise an eyebrow at him,

“What the fuck are you doing, Munson?”

“Breaking and entering, obviously.”

“Did I not make it clear that I didn’t want to see you today? What did you think would happen, you’d break in and I’d fall over myself to kiss you?”

“No I was uh going to come in and leave you these,” he gestured to the flowers by his feet that he’d had to lay down to be able to pick the lock. “I swear I was going to drop these off and go, I wasn’t going to do anything weird.”

“That in itself is pretty weird Eddie,” Your tone is softer this time, its hard to stay mad at him when he’s looking so apologetic and guilty in front of you. “Come here.” He picks up the flowers and places them on the coffee table as he walks over to you, taking care to shut and re-lock the door behind him.

“Shit I’m really sorry y/n, I really don’t know why I said what I did, its just I missed you so much and I know I’m not good enough for you so I was just worried you’d maybe found someone who was while you were away and then when I came to get you you seemed annoyed by me and I just- I just didn’t know what to do.” Eddie babbles almost incoherently as you wrap your arms around his waist, his head dropping to your shoulder.

“Baby, I missed you so much, I don’t think I could have even looked at anyone else while I was away. I was too busy practically inhaling your shirt. I was annoyed with you when you came to get me because you kept coming into my room to hurry me unpacking and I was trying to hide your present.” You hear a small sniffle and feel dampness on your shoulder, “Eddie, there is no one that could be better for me than you, you must know that.” You pull back to look into his eyes with sincerity. He smiles at you through teary eyes and strokes your face lovingly, leaning in to kiss you softly on your lips.

“Better?” You ask him, returning his smile as he nods and pulls you into a close hug, kissing the top of your head. You breathe him in, that familiar smell flooding your senses. Eddie’s hands run down your back, past your butt and rest behind your thighs, then he pulls you up into his arms, legs around his waist, before walking back over to your kitchen and placing you on the counter. He leans back from you for a second,

“Is this okay?” You nod pulling him back to you by his jacket that he is yet to shed, your lips crash against each other and you moan under the kiss. Eddie uses the shift of your lips to sweep his tongue over yours. You’re desperate now, pulling his jacket off and tugging at his belt, not wanting to break the kiss. Eddie pulls away from you with an apologetic smile,

“C’mon we can’t do this in the kitchen, we’ll be heard.” Eddie gestures to Robin’s bedroom door. You groan inwardly, knowing he’s right. Eddie helps you down from the counter before sweeping you up princess style to walk to your bedroom. As the door is kicked behind him you both hear music start from Robin’s room, loudly. Your face flushes realizing Robin knows Eddie’s there and what you guys are going to be doing. Eddie laughs quietly at your embarrassment,

“At least this time she won’t hear us before we even get started.” And with that he’s pulling your pajama top off and grinning as he runs his eyes over your breasts, you return the favor and help him out of his shirt, admiring the tattoos that adorn him. Your lips rejoin, both of you breathing heavy as you fall onto your bed, springs jangling beneath you. Eddie’s long fingers begin to play with your nipples, pinching and pulling gently, making you whine and rock your hips into his thigh, seeking friction. He breaks the kiss to whisper “be patient” into your ear as he starts leaving wet kisses on your neck, biting and sucking to replace marks that faded while you were apart. His hands begin to run down your stomach, over your pajama shorts, you whine again, you desperately wanted him to touch you, to make you cum and he was taking his sweet time. He laughed breathily against your neck as he found your clit through the fabric and slowly began tracing circles,

“Eddie please, take them off!” You cry out desperately at the teasing, your pleading voice pulling at his heart enough to make him agree to your request, he pulls your shorts and underwear down together, eyes widening as he notices how wet you are for him, he bites his lip and looks up at you, begging. You nod and gasp as his tongue is suddenly on you, licking your thighs, tracing a slow path to your pussy. Eddie uses his fingers to give his tongue better access to your clit and once he’s settled, gently sucking he slips a finger inside you, your wetness providing no resistance to him whatsoever.

You moan as Eddie slides another finger in and curls them up to your g-spot, pressing firmly the way he knows you love, you rock your hips and a string of curse words fall on your lips as he continues sucking and finger fucking you. He moans as he feels your thighs shaking around him, the vibrations on your clit only pushing you closer to your orgasm, you can feel it building the faster and deeper he goes, until finally the white hot pleasure is open you and your back arches, thighs tightening around his head for a second before dropping limp. Eddie grins up at you, chin soaked with your wetness.

“Did my princess enjoy that?” You nod wordlessly, trying to catch your breath as your body cools. Eddie shifts so he’s laying beside you as you recover, limbs twitching of their own accord.

“We’re not done already are we?” You manage to pant at Eddie, who smiles sweetly at you as he takes your hand and places it on his rock hard cock, you’re not sure when he removed his pants and underwear but by God are you happy he did.

“Not even close.” You wrap your hand around him, marveling at how thick he is, it always seems to surprise you that he can fit inside you without breaking you. You pump your hand up and down, watching Eddie’s face as he shuts his eyes and moans in pleasure, precum beginning to leak from him. His eyes open and he presses his mouth to yours in a passionate kiss as he shifts so his legs are between yours,

“May I?” He coos at you as he rubs the head of his cock at your entrance, enjoying the feeling of your wetness on him, enjoying the sounds you’re trying to keep quiet. You moan out, “fuck yes, Eddie” and with that he’s sliding in you, much slower than you want, it makes you want to cry out for more and faster but you know he’ll tease you more if you do.

“Fuck, I remember that you were tight but this is like the first time all over again.” Eddie grunts as he fills you up, your pussy stretching to accommodate his length and width. Once you’re full of him, he draws back slowly and then slams back into you, making you dig your nails into his arm.

“Mine, aren’t you? All. Fucking. Mine.” Every word that falls from his lips is punctuated with another hard thrust, and every thrust is met with another filthy moan from you,

“Fuck.Yes. I’m all fucking yours, no one else’s, no one else has ever had this pussy.” You pant back at him, struggling to keep your breath, struggling to hold back from screaming out. Eddie loves when you remind him that you were a virgin until he met you and his thrusts get harder and faster,

“Come on princess, why don’t you cum around the only cock you’ve ever had, if you’re a good girl I might even fill you up.” You feel your stomach fill with butterflies at the mention of him filling you up, he doesn’t like to do that often, even though you’re on the pill, so you know he’s riled up right now. His hand slips between your bodies and begins rubbing your clit, keeping pace with his thrusts until finally you cum, your pussy clenching him so tight his thrusts still for a moment, when he can move again he’s pounding into you, balls slapping against your ass and grunting like a wild beast, seeking his own release. You love it when he becomes this unhinged inside you, his teeth biting down on your neck as you feel his cock begin to twitch and fill your insides with his cum.

He stays inside you while he catches his breath, sweat dripping from his forehead onto yours, his cum and your wetness leaking out around his cock. You run your hands down his back soothingly and he pulls out slowly, dropping down beside you. You immediately place your head on his chest, listening to his erratic heartbeat as he holds you close, both of you bathing in the afterglow.

[milkywaybottles]

Flowers - Rain (The Band Ghost) x Reader Fluff Imagine

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Hiya! If you like this and want to see more Ghost content, please give it a heart so I can take on feedback. This oneshot is written from the canon lore perspective, not that of our universe with the band and the (technically unmasked) members <3

Reader's Pronouns: Unspecified but typically more feminine descriptions.

Prompt: 'You got me flowers?'

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You and Rain were always very close, following each other around on tour like lost puppy dogs. All the ghouls, and even Papa, knew that you two were practically inseparable. There was just something in the way he acted around you, so gentle and caring and yet not afraid to mess around either. All of the Ghouls called you ‘Sister’ except for the shy Rain, who opted for your real name, ‘(Y/N)’, instead. Papa was always an adamant creature of habit and in the beginning, would scold Rain for doing so, but as time passed, he realised it was simply not worth the fight. Rain was more apprehensive than his ghoul brethren, most attributing it to his element of water. For this reason, Papa decided against enforcing the rule as Rain’s outward happiness was a less than common occurrence.

You loved that ghoul so much, hence why you found yourself standing a few metres from stage, a bouquet of off-white roses and a bottle of water at your side. Knowing that he would be tired, thirsty and a bit doubtful of himself after the performance, you had purchased a few items to hopefully cheer him up. Performing so brilliantly was a tiring act after all.

The familiar tune of Square Hammer was one you knew all too well. One of your favourites, right after Cirice. The crowd had erupted into wild and feverish cheers, seemingly just as excited and bliss-filled as you. Square Hammer was always their ending song, perfect for sending off the night’s ritual, or ‘concert’ as the outsiders knew it. Your heart swelled with pride at the sight of Rain, bouncing on stage with his bass secured in his hands. He was in the same position as always, directly in front of Mountain on the stairs. Most of the Ghouls were known for being extremely active on stage, especially Dew, who loved interacting with people. But not Rain. He kept, instead, to his comforting little spot, knowing Mountain was watching over him.

Though, you couldn’t deny that the new masks that Papa and the rest of the Clergy had implemented were giving him the needed boost of confidence to rock out on stage.

‘Thank you everybody’ Papa called out, addressing the audience of the ritual. Another successful ritual, done and dusted. Sister Imperator would be happy to hear about the following we amassed recently. As the group took their bows, you felt a smile creep up your face. Guitar picks were being tossed out, the fans always loved that. Your following had to be one of the kindest and you all were so lucky to have them.

A few moments had passed before the crew began to wrap up, one by one, each Ghoul and Ghoulette coming off into the side pits of the stage to meet you. It was always in the same order, Papa, Aether, Dewdrop, Sunshine, Cirrus, Mountain, Cumulus, Swiss and finally, Rain.

‘Great job out there guys. Killed it, like always’ You cheered, giving Aether a fist bump as he passed by. The freezing metal rings on his hand caused your skin to jump at the touch.

‘Thank you, Sister’ Papa acknowledged before disappearing behind a set of black, crushed velvet curtains. As soon as Rain caught sight of you, he rushed over, setting aside his bass in the instrument rack.

‘(Y/N)’ he chirped, correcting himself with a cough, ‘Sister…’ His gaze drifted from your stunning face to the bouquet held limply in your arms. ‘Why do you have a bouquet?’

You extended your offerings of water and roses, praying to Lucifer that he would like it. You knew exactly what type of roses were his favourite, that being white English roses. He claimed they smelt the best. ‘I knew you’d be tired and thirsty, as for the roses… it’s just because you did an amazing job’

Even under his mask, you could watch his face melt as he took the flowers ever so gently from your hands. ‘You got me flowers?’ He cooed. ‘Mhmm’ you gave a cheerful nod. Without another word, he embraced your soft, small body in an iron hug, your body overwhelmed with warmth. Rain tilted his head down to place the softest kiss upon the crown of your head. When he broke away, he tucked the flowers behind his arm and consumed the whole bottle of water on the spot. ‘Thank you, Darling’

It must have been the sheer excitement that had prompted it because Rain almost instantly transformed back to his regular state, his leathery tail spade sticking out and all. You couldn’t help but give him a coy giggle.

‘Rainy~’ Dewdrop teased, ‘You got a problem there. Try to keep it in your pants'

Aether was less enthusiastic about his transformation. Rain was the youngest by a few years and, at times, often took a lot from the older Ghouls. ‘Rain, come on. Hold off until we’re off venue’. You knew Rain was loved by all of his ghoulish brothers and sisters, and that Aether was just trying to protect him from getting spotted by a fan. He bashfully nodded and in a flash, reverted back to his performing state, mimicking that of a human, like you.

'Sorry' He mumbled shyly. You wished he never had to apologise for being himself.

'It's alright Rain. I'm really happy you like them' You bubbled, blush rising to your cheeks.

There would be lots of cuddles in store for you later.

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[zchnlswrld]

HAECHAN’S BROKEN MELODY: AUTOPILOT

NCT DREAM’S BROKEN MELODIES

“Ah! There she is!” Hyunji, a girl you share English class with, shouts loud enough for most of the people in the hallway to hear, you’ve never spoken to her so you frown in confusion when she calls out your entry. No one had ever really looked at you besides when people had accidentally knocked your belongings out of your hands before quickly helping you pick them up or when Jocks had asked you for help studying (it ended up being you doing their homework and handing it in for them) so they could stay in their sport.

Hyunji let’s put a laugh as if you had said the funniest joke ever heard. “Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me?!” Your frown deepens as other students join in her laughing. “You’re kidding me, right?!” She continues to laugh, lightly hitting her friends who are also laughing with her. “Stalking our top guy? What’s next? You’re sleeping with him?”

Your eyes widen. Your senses heighten. All the colour drains from your face. “What?” You say, more to yourself than Hyunji but her laughing calms and she provides you an explanation.

She takes a deep breath and composes herself, a smile still present on her face. “You don’t need to pretend, we saw the pictures he took and the ones 23 and 42 took separately. You aren’t sneaky!” She starts to laugh again.

You drop your head down and walk through the hall as fast as you could, you would usually put your books in your locker but this time you wouldn’t risk it. Any questioning would make you cry or scream or both. The amount of eyes on you made you feel so small, like you shouldn’t be here. The sound of laughing made your ears ring.

How could any of this happen? Where did this rumour even spring from? This baseless rumour. Your grip on the books in your hands made your knuckles turn white.

The pace of your walking stayed the same as you made your way into the classroom, all eyes were on your but you kept your eyes set on your desk trying to tune everything out. The books you had landed hard on your desk and caused your peers to look away from you.

Everyone and everything stayed tuned out and turned away until the end of your lesson. Of course there was the odd whisper here and there but it was quickly put to an end when you met eyes with the people talking.

The bell rang, taking you out of your daze. You picked up your bag and placed it on your lap. Opening the zip you looked down at the keychain linked to it. A brown teddy bear in a sitting position with a red heart in the middle of its torso, it had a orange outline with and orange chain. Silently you ripped it off and stuffed it in your pocket, ready to return it whenever you saw that traitor next.

Your thoughts are interrupted by your teacher. “Y/N, could you stay behi-”

“I’m fine, thank you though.” You blankly reply, swinging your bag over your shoulder and making your way to the cafeteria.

The staring and whispering continued. The confidence you had built up in the classroom gradually disappeared as the noises got louder. The rumours had developed over a couple of hours and they were making you out to be crazy.

Slowly your walking comes to a halt and you turn around. You lifted your head up, eyes wandering to each person trying to recognise their faces and figure out if they know you or Haechan or have even spoken to you. Their beady eyes staring right back and still talking

“Who even said anything?” You said quietly however the talking continued, everything continued as if you weren’t there besides the fact they were talking about you. Doubting anyone heard you, you turned on your heel and continued to where you were going.

If he wasn’t in the cafeteria then you weren’t sure where he would be but even if he wasn’t there you could at least confront Chenle, who was constantly brutally honest with you, or Mark, who would tell you where Haechan was.

One voice could be heard over everyone else’s in the hall. Giggles and mumbles could be heard here and there but that one voice stuck out. The one voice that sung you to sleep. The one voice that told you you were beautiful, you were loved. It was like honey, it was addictive. Instead of telling you how much he loved you he was telling lies.

“And honestly I don’t know what’s wr-” Once again, everyone was looking at you and it was starting to get unbearable. Your breathing increased and you looked down to your pocket to retrieve the keychain your partner had originally gifted to you. Staring at it you considered pocketing it once more just to remind you that he did love you once. You know he did, he would have had to because you know him. Although you don’t know this new him you knew who he was. More than anything he was respectful, that’s why it took you so long to be together which is why this all stung a little more than it should.

Taking a deep breath you walk over to the table people were crowding. “Take it.” You say sticking your hand out to Haechan, the keychain placed in the middle of your palm. He stared at you and the gift, he went back and forth for a few moments before he took it. You retract your hand before he even gets a chance to grab it and say anything to you. “It was nice.” Lips in a thin line you nod at him, tears building up in your eyes.

“I’ll… I’ll leave you alone now. I’m sorry if you felt that I was being weird with you or even stalking. You won’t see me from now on.” Haechan stood up from his seat at the table, he couldn’t break his façade but he couldn’t see you cry. Not because of him. Not again. “I’ll go now.”

“Y/N.” You hear someone call, probably Jaemin going by the stern voice, but you ignore it and find a way out. Before you’re even out of the hall you can hear Haechan pick up where he left off.

Jaemin tailed behind you as you navigated the crowded halls. The stares, the voices, the laughing and the lies made you feel sick. Your heart dropped and there was a hole in your stomach. The tears you had held in originally began to fall. There was no going back now. You needed to please

“Look, it was me.” He races behind you. “We argued, he called me a loser, I called him a coward, he said he wasn’t and that he could prove it, I put the pictures on the school board and Jeno cropped Haechan out of his and posted them. I really didn’t think he would do this.” He tried to explain not even knowing I’d you’re listening to him or not. He doesn’t blame you if you aren’t but he so badly wants you to. As he talked he crashed into other students, not even apologising, too focused to getting through to you.

You push the entrance door open and taking your open out of your pocket. “I know it’s all my fault.” He finally caught up and stood next to you, slightly out of breath.

Wiping your tears and nose you finally replied to him. “Doesn’t matter. He lied. He could have owned up to it but he didn’t. Now I look worse than I already did and he looks so cool.” You let out a sarcastic laugh.

Jaemin check his pockets, presumably for a tissue but doesn’t find one and opts to use his sleeve to wipe your tears. The shirt material was soft and comforting, something you wanted to feel since Hyunji mentioned the rumours.

“I can call Haechan over… maybe talking it out with him will help, hm?” He offers ever so softly, moving his hand from your face to your shoulder closest to him and giving it a comforting pat.

“This isn’t how it should be Jaemin. You’re here with me, trying to make me feel better, when you should be in there.” You gesture back to the school. “I just want to go home.” Pushing off his hand you place each of your own on your backpack straps and time to him.

You turn to face him, “It was really nice meeting you Jaemin.” Smiling at him through tears you explain further when you see him frown in confusion much like you had earlier. “If people find out that I didn’t get the scholarship because I was smart and because Haechan’s parents think I’m nice it’s game over. We’ve been hiding us for over a year and he’s already spinning lies. I’m not doing it, I can’t.”

He reaches his hand out to you but you move back. “It was a shame we met this way because I think you’re a lovely guy. See you whenever, 42.” He steps forward to try and catch your arm but you had already turned away heading out the school’s campus.

“Let me in, please!” You hear a voice shout, followed with a bang on your front door. Once again you ignore it and continue to cut vegetables, it goes through one ear and out the other. You’ve heard enough from him today.

When you came home you headed straight upstairs, flying past your parents who didn’t have time to question you. They gave each other an understanding look assuming you weren’t feeling it today before continuing as they were, packing to go back to work after their lunch break.

Slamming your bedroom door after you, you look around the space. He was everywhere. The large teddy bear on your bed, photos of the two of you, his clothes he left from previous nights with his excuse being that he’ll be back soon so it would be a waste of energy taking them, you even had the matching pyjamas he got the pair of you out on your bed ready in case he wanted to stay tonight because he usually did on a Wednesday night.

You move to the desk in the corner of your room, as you sit down a picture of him stares back at you. It was your 3rd date, one he insisted you go on. A picnic in the hills. He went out and got a picnic blanket as well as made all the food himself, he needed to prove how serious he was about you and if doing everything himself proved that he would do it. Your previous dates had been fancy food at his house made by his chef but you told him you had to see Donghyuck, not Haechan, on your next date or you wouldn’t even entertain the thought of being with him.

The sky was clear and the sun was a warm yellow, it landed on his face perfectly as it highlighted his honey like skin while also showing each mole perfectly. It was a natural photo too, he was talking about Star Wars while looking off into the distance. With his eyes away you pulled your phone up from your lap and took the photo. He didn’t even know about it until a few months later when you first let him in your room and he saw it placed neatly on the desk.

You glare at the photo in the frame and pull it down so you couldn’t see it anymore, you’re sure the glass smashed. Glass being the least of your worried you opened your phone to check the school’s notice board, there it all was. Jaemin’s post.

Pictures of you either at Haechan’s house or where Haechan had been. Most of them having him cropped out to make it look like you’re trailing him. Some of the photos were ones he had taken himself, you know because he would send them to you and tell you how pretty you looked. The pictures were followed with one caption, ‘Haechan knows Y/N, hm?’

Choi Hyunji replied: I knew she was strange! She completely blew me off when we first spoke!

Kim Ara replied: Loads of people like him but going this far? Come on!

Lee Jeno replied: Here’s more >> [3 Attachments]

Yoo Jimin replied: Saw Ara reply, didn’t she do the same in middle school?

Han Bomin replied: She used to watch our practice, I know she was waiting for me because of tutoring but she probably used the time to see him.

Kim Doyoung replied: Stalker! Haechan said he’d tell us as lunch, come join!!!!!!

You scrunched your nose rethinking the comments on the bulletin post, completely ignoring the fist still pounding on your front door. “I won’t be more than five minutes, just let me explain!” The man on the other side continued to beg.

Calmly you placed down the knife and pushed the cutting board back. You exit the kitchen and stand behind the door.

“Who is it?” You ask, you know who it is.

“Haechan.” The door opens and he sees you there in all your beauty. Even with bloodshot eyes and a red face you were still so beautiful to him, so beautiful he could kiss you right then and there.

“It’s me, please just let me in.” He asks once more.

“Sorry, I don’t know a Haechan. You might have the wrong house.” You give a small smile before closing the door.

Not wanting to lose his only chance he places his foot in the way to make you open it once more. Thinking on his feet he replies “What about a Donghyuck? Do you know a Donghyuck?”

You think for a moment before responding. “I did, once.” You stare at him, expecting a fast and witty response however you get nothing.

He clears his throat after a moment, he was going to have to play your game. “I have a message to pass on, from Donghyuck.”

He moves his foot out from the door and stands up straight.

“He thinks you’re it for him, that there’s no one else he’d rather be with. He’s sorry that he made you cry today and he’s sorry you’ve cried because of him before. He behaved that way because he thought of his reputation first which I have since beat him up for.” He hears you giggle and takes this as a good sign and carry’s on. “He thought you wouldn’t understand what it’s like being where he is and that you would hurt him, but you’re so in love with him that we both know you wouldn’t do that to him.”

Tears well up in your eyes, he wants to punch himself for making you sad again. “He’s sorry he lied. After talking to his other friend Jaemin he came to the conclusion that you’re the best thing that ever happened to him and he now knows that what he did has made you have second thoughts about even being here and for that he apologises. He couldn’t come here because he is a coward, Donghyuck is a coward.”

Silence falls over both of you as he looks at you lovingly while you stare longingly into the distance. Your hand falls from the door handle and you put both of them together.

“I didn’t think Donghyuck would ever hurt my feelings. He was so special to me. He was it for me as well, we were supposed to be together forever. I constantly ran after him even though I knew I would get hurt. Now I have.” Haechan steps in the doorway and wipes your now falling tears. “I’ve never been so hurt before, I thought he loved me you know.”

You finally meet his eyes and he wishes you didn’t. What had he done? The pain in your eyes made his heart wrench and his body physically hurt, he could only imagine how you were feeling right now.

“I thought I had someone that made me feel special, after all the years of people pushing me away I thought Donghyuck would make me feel like the most special person on the planet.” You take his hands off your face carefully and hold them in your own. The look in your eyes is too much for the boy across from you and he pulls you in for a hug.

He begins to stroke your hair while the other arm rests on your waist, pulling you into him. You do the same, circling both on your arms around his waist as you silently cry. “I know he loves you and all he wants is for you to feel that special.” He tries to soothe your cries.

“No he doesn’t. He embarrassed me, he lied about me, he hurt me Haechan.” You grip the back of his shirt, unsure as to why but you did it regardless. “He doesn’t know what it’s like to be poked fun at, he doesn’t have to deal with that and then he makes up lies about me to make it worse.”

You sob loudly and it squeezes his heart more. “Did you tell him people poked fun at you?” How much were you keeping from him?

“No, he wouldn’t do anything about it anyway. He couldn’t.” No, he could, he just wouldn’t and he knew that.

“It was all too good to be true, I should have said no from the start.” Haechan’s stroking slows and eventually comes to a halt upon realising what you meant. You had made him work so hard because you weren’t sure if he was serious and now you wished you said no. It was almost like you knew he would end up hurting you and that made him want to cry himself.

He lets go of you and you do the same, his own tears had began to well up on his eyes, his nose was turning red which was a clear sign he was going to cry. “What? You mean that?” He manages to get out.

“I don’t know him anymore. He’s not… Donghyuck, he’s just Haechan. I don’t like Haechan, I like Donghyuck. Haechan thinks he’s a hot shot, Donghyuck thinks he should be the little spoon regardless of how tall he is.” You sniffle a laugh and then wipe your hands on your pyjama bottoms.

“I think you should go, Haechan.”

“No.”

“No?”

“I think I should stay.”

“I don’t like you Haechan, I told you that.”

“I love you.”

The room is silent again and he walks past you, shutting the front door behind himself.

“Whether you think I’m Haechan or Donghyuck, that doesn’t matter, I love you.”

“Then why did you lie?” Ouch. He can’t come back from that because it’s the truth. “Hearing you and everyone lie about me and the way I am made me feel physically sick.”

“Y/N lo-”

“You don’t get to come here and say that you love me after the things you said today. If you were as serious about me as you say you are you wouldn’t have.”

“But I am!” He turns to you and points at you. “I love you! More than I love myself and every single day I think about what I’m supposed to do when people find out about us! I swore to Jaemin I would say something and I didn’t, ok?!”

You push his hand away and turn away from him “I didn’t ask if you loved me or what you would do when people find out about us, I asked why you lied?”

He quietly walks towards you and hugs you from behind, placing a kiss on the top of your head then your temple then your cheek and resting his chin on your shoulder. It’s a sweet action with good intentions only however the situation makes it far from sweet, it makes it apologetic and pitiful.

He leans his head to the side to lean against your own. “I have no excuse and for that I’m sorry.” You nod, not trusting your words. “I have no excuse for the way I behaved today, I don’t ever want to hurt you and you know that.” He presses a kiss onto your shoulder and stays there.

“Can we not see each other anymore? Please? It’s not just today and you know that. We aren’t good for each other right now, my love.” He lets you go as his hands fall and you turn around to face him once again. Placing both of your hands on his cheeks you bring him in and place a soft hiss on his forehead, it lasts for a while and Haechan think this may be your last.

He brings hands to rest on your wrists, still looking at you with so much love.

“You hurt me in so many ways, but today just the most. I hope you can understand where this is coming from.” He silently nods. “I’ll see you around in a few days or so, you’ll know I’m safe like you used to. I just can’t put myself through this anymore, you know that.”

“Just because I’m not fighting now doesn’t mean I won’t be, I’ll keep fighting and waiting.” He responds determined.

“You should go before my parents get back, I need to make them dinner.” Haechan shakes his head and holds onto you tightly.

If he stayed any longer he’d only hurt you more than he already had over the past few months and especially today. “It’ll all be the same, we just won’t see each other outside of school. You really have to go now though, Hyuck.”

There is was. Hyuck. He so badly wanted you to call him that tonight but not now.

Finally, he nods. You let go of his cheeks and he lets go of your wrists. The pair of you stare at each other for what seems like hours just trying to understand how the other person feels but you just can’t, too consumed in your own hurt. Maybe it was better if you didn’t understand each other right now, that way you wouldn’t have to live with knowing why he lied or why you left him.

Haechan hesitantly walks back to the front door and he remembers his first time coming through it, how happy you were to finally be allowed to have him at your house. He wants to smile at the memory but he can’t, he’ll never know if he’ll come back through it and that hurts him more than anything else. He wanted to build a home with you the way your parents did but the thought of never knowing if you’ll be waiting for him in that home makes this all sting a bit more.

“I love you too.” You whisper. He turns around to see you right behind him. “You said you love me, I love you too.” He kisses the crown of your head before quickly making his exit, the door shutting with a soft click behind him.

Immediately he hears you sob and he stops on your porch to collect himself. Every time he had broken himself you would spend hours trying to put each piece back together and hold it in place however he couldn’t do the same with you. He was the one chipping off pieces overtime and now you’re ere left with barely anything. Now he had to go and find them, bring them back to you and hold it all together himself because if he doesn’t he’s not sure what he’ll do.

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[ragnarfanfics]

Captured Part one

Words:1213

Setting: You found yourself in a war you didn’t ask for, the only thing you could do to try to save yourself was to fight.

Warnings: None yet! 

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The night laid upon the battlefield like a thick fog, the light escaping from them as the war raged on. Fire was scattered around the open field, dancing in the dark spreading light scarcely. All you could see around you was horrors, people running away from the massacre. You held up your mighty great sword with both hands, your breath becoming steady again as you calm yourself. You had to stay calm, panic kills, panic causes quick stupid actions that lead to downfalls. You took a few more breaths in and out, steading yourself as a Norseman walked to you, an axe in hand resting low at his side. You have faced a few before in this fight, but the way this one walked with confidence sent a shiver throughout your body. You have been a decent fighter throughout your lifetime yet you couldn’t shake the feeling of something happening, to you or the people you grew to love. You took a step forward to the man walking with flames flickering behind his figure. “Leave!” Your voice sounded steady, calm, unlike your nerves that have been shot causing your body to slightly shake with adrenaline. The man was a few feet away before he lunged for you bringing his axe up to meet your sword. The clash between the two weapons was loud causing your ears to ring. His strength was nothing like you have come into contact before, your arms burned as you struggled to keep the sword from coming back onto you.

 You stared in the Northman's eyes with a panic knowing this may be your last night on this earth. You expected to see hatred on his face, or even a cruel smile on his face due to them winning, instead it looked like curiosity. You took your chance to push with everything you had against him, knocking him back a bit allowing you to step back and take a defensive position. You held your sword up once more, keeping it as steady as you could with both hands. At being knocked back by your force he gave you a smirk, walking around you, circling his prey like a hungry wolf closing in on an injured deer. You kept shifting your feet to keep him in front of you, not allowing him to attack from behind. “I thought Christians didn’t let women fight.” His tone sounded amused at the fact you are fighting. This took you back for a moment as you haven’t heard one speak English let alone well enough to be understood. You weren't quite sure how to respond to this man, his comment catching you off guard allowing him to once more lunge at you. You caught him right in time to swing at his axe, your arms now burning with immense pain. How long could you go on, how much longer will you have to? This time the force of his lunge was quite more forceful against your swing, causing you to fall back with him over you. Fear clouded your mind as the wind was knocked out from you, looking up to him in panic. Ragnar watched you carefully holding your sword to your chest, enough to feel it but not enough to cause any harm without movement. Your wrist aches at holding the sword up, allowing your other hand to grab the blade and push on it to try and get him off, or to allow yourself to not be hurt. He was smirking down at you allowing you to push the sword up slightly, until he pushed back showing you he was simply holding you there. If he wanted to, he would have ended your life. At this you stop struggling and simply hold the blade up trying to keep calm as you look death in the eyes. He was quite handsome for a heathen that ravished your lands. “If they allowed you to fight, why are you not trained properly enough to hold a sword, let alone be in a war, little mouse?.” He inquires his hips straddling yours as he holds you in place with his weight, and your sword to your chest.. “No one allowed me!” You spat out at him in anger, frustration at the fact he is toying with you to answer his own questions. Perhaps a little defeated, feeling like a fool for fighting for your life instead of running. ‘What in the world was he doing?’ you thought watching this man hover above you, keeping you pinned to the ground. “Why are you here fighting then?” He inquired leaning up watching his men finish off the rest. After a moment of no answer he grabs your sword from your hands throwing it to the side, standing up with one of your wrists in his hand. You tried to pull away as he spoke to some men in their language. At your pulls of protest he pulls you close to him, his face inches away from yours. “You aren't getting away, little mouse.”  As he spoke to you one of his men came up grabbing your wrist, pulling them behind you restraining you with some rope. His treatment was much harsher than the first Viking. You tried to look at the man behind you as he spoke to Ragnar, seeing he was close to your back close enough to reach that is. You leaned down and quickly leaned back up slamming the back of your head as hard as you could manage in the stranger's face. As soon as your head collides with the man’s face you hear a loud crunch along with seeing stars with fading vision. The man let go of the rope holding your hands together as he fell back holding his face yelling in pain. You ended up kneeling down slightly swaying trying to not pass out from the brute force you insured on the back of your skull. Pain overtook your head and your vision blurry, you weren’t going to go down easy. Once you could see slightly you realized someone laughing, you looked around to see who it was. Ragnar stood there laughing, surprised and humored at your actions. “Shut up.” You muttered annoyed, as a splitting headache creeped up onto you. Ragnar spoke to the man that was bleeding, and with a wave of his hand he waddled off. You stood seeing your chance at escaping trying to take off, only to have Ragnar grab your wrist once more. He pulled you back so forcibly you collided with his chest, his grip on you firm. “We can’t have you breaking all my men’s faces so you’ll have to accompany me.” He smirked down at you as you delivered the meanest look you can. “Fun, fun, sounds like a real joy.” Sarcasm was heavy in your voice as you spoke to the man. “Oh it will be, little mouse it will be.” He said in an almost cheerful tone walking back towards his camp. Your mind raced about what could happen to you, why he took you alive. Would they torture you for information you did not have about your kingdom? You had plenty of time to think on the walk back with the Northman to their headquarters.

[oncewhenalongtimeago]

The Jealous One pt 7

Pairing: Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III x Fem!Reader

Words: 2,207

The road to forgiveness gets just a little less rocky

Tags: fem!reader, silly, ambiguous timeline, Snotlout Jorgenson, Ruffnut and Tuffnut Thorston, Jealous!Hiccup, Post RoB/DoB, Pre-RTTE

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You scowled sourly, upturning a bucket of water over the side of a blown open roof, your arms relaxing by a slight bit as the water’s weight left you.

Your head pounded, your thoughts muddled, your drinking from the previous day lingering.

Agnarr, the bald idiot, had tried to mess with a Scauldron and had the top half of his hut blown off completely and filled with water and of course you’d been dragged along with Snotlout to fix it.

You hoped his home rotted away.

Said Jorgenson had wanted you to un-boil the water, which wasn’t possible.

You wondered how he’d feel if you upchucked over his head or dropped a full bucket of

the steaming water from on top of Hookfangs back, the red-orange dragon just as sour as you.

“You sure you don’t have a dragon?” Snotlout was on top of a platform just below you made of stacked furniture and crates, helping hand you buckets as you scooped the water out pale by pale- of course, the floor of his hut was dug slightly below ground level so there was no way for the water to drain out naturally. “Can't believe I have to do this with you.”

“What if I just took yours?” You snipped as his dragon shifted below your feet, “Hookfang likes me better anyways.”

“No, he doesn’t,” Snotlout scoffed, blustering. “You love me. Right, Hookie?”

Said dragon snorted derisively, steam blowing out his nose as he shifted his front claws minimally under the water. It wasn’t nearly deep enough to be any cause for concern later, at least not when it came to Hookfang, but his feet would be dry later and it would take a lot of oil and living to get the leather under his scales to stop flaking again.

You weren’t going to help Snotlout with it this time.

“Right? Right, Hookfang?” Snotlout kept trying, furrowing his brows and standing confidently even as his small tower shifted under him.

“I think that’s a ‘no,’” You tossed your bucket down at the boy, his stocky shoulders shifting as he caught it and bent down to scoop up another pail or water, the bottom of it scraping unpleasantly against the covered stone floor.

You wrinkled your nose unpleasantly, the smell of muck fouling your nostrils. 

You hadn’t spotted any algae but there probably was some- Agnarr had left his hut flooded for much too long, sleeping on his bed frame out in the paths. 

You hoped spitefully that his walls would begin to rot.

“Tuffnut owes me so much money.” Your head snapped to the side, at the entrance of the hut where Ruffnut stood, chuckling deep in her throat and leaning against a cracked open door frame, your head twinging as you jerked, causing you to wince. “By the way, Hiccup’s flying over.”

“And what does that have to do with me?” You snapped as you cradled your head.

 “He’s been so,” She dragged out the ‘so,’ “-Moody lately. You two almost match” She nodded towards you, wrinkling her nose and sticking out her tongue slightly, mocking. 

You scowled at her, cradling your head. You adjusted your footing on Hookfang, that slimy dragon- “Where is that idiot brother of yours, anyways?”

Below, Snotlout hoisted up another bucket on dark, sloshing water, both the smell and sight of which, stinking, mesmerizing and dark, nearly made you sick.

You grabbed into the bucket with a grit jaw, your elbows straining as you turned the bucket over the side, unfortunately neglecting to keep a steady hand along the rim.

You felt it fall over the side, and you nearly cursed, your hands still held in the air.

You shut your eyes so tightly it hurt, head ringing painfully, fighting off entropy and what you were sure was a hangover-induced whistling in your ear.

Ruffnut ignored every single word you had spoken and every single one of the metaphorical storm clouds congealing over your head, “He should be here in just about-”

You turned your head to her and made to say something nasty before you felt something grasp your hands, roughly tugging you into the air.

You cursed violently, the last thing you saw being the ungainly laughing of Ruffnut as you were pulled into the air.

You stumbled to your feet, trying to gather your wits as you’d been dropped from the sky, screaming and shouting.

You stiffened up quickly as you met windswept hair, Hiccup wringing his hands in front of you.

He was stationed in front of a blanket and a basket with two healthy loaves of bread inside, grass forming lumps under cloth. 

Behind that was a set of cliffs overlooking the forest on one side of Berk.

You studied Hiccup’s face incredulously, his lips pursed and eyes angled away from you, drying to discern what the point of all this was. Was this another apology?

The lowering sun was nearly burning on your face, burned by the wind, brought on by the haste of the dragon shuffling behind you.

You’d no need for any of that since you and Hiccup had spent your younger years goading other Vikings on top of cliff tops where they couldn’t hear you, sharing snide, niche jokes between each other, something which you’d both seemed to grow out of since the Red Death’s fall.

“What-” You started, stiff shoulders and balled fists loosening as the shifting of the trees around you grew to be too much, blurring the scene around you and causing your stomach to feel as if it was being pressed against from all sides.

You didn’t so much as feel the world tilt as you stepped forwards.

You woke up tucked into your bed, wondering what in the world had happened to you, ready to share some violent words with Hiccup, only to be met with an empty room and a bucket sat against your floor along with a mug of what was hopefully water on your bedside table and a crumpled piece of parchment under with a neat ‘sorry’ scrawled into clumsy writing.

Besides that, the front piece slightly damaged by a ring of water from the bottom of your cup, lay copies of papers that had clearly been compiled by Fishlegs in Hiccup’s handwriting and a small bird’s skull settled on top of it, not unlike one of the many metal copies you’d seen pinned to Astrid’s skirt.

You recognized some of the contents, leaning over your elbow and holding the handle of the mug in one startled hand.

It was nearly kind of him, and the sentiment reminded you of the puppy eyes you’d only seen on the dragon you’d been replaced by.

You scowled as your stomach lurched, gritting your leath and wiping away the confused furrow-browed look that had lain across your face as you stared at the mug and papers.

 You were slightly bitter he didn’t have the gall to apologize to your face the same way he had the gall to do most other things, none of which he was usually allowed.

You snuffled miserably.

You were not recovered enough to recoup the absentminded happiness you craved and that you’d thrown on, attending to your new friends, or maybe the doe-eyed honeymoon phase of your friendship with the other was over, though you still liked them plenty.

The flight must have stressed you out some and so now, you felt more exhausted than anything, glaring at Hiccup with a wary eye.

He’d always been stupid, but he’d never done anything stupid to you… not until then. 

“I-“ Hiccup said, nervously holding his hands out in front of him.

“Save it.” You grumbled, your voice dragging, your throat scratchy, and you irritated that you’d been shunted along on a quest not with the Ruffnut, Snotlout or even Tuffnut, but with Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III.

“...Alright.” Hiccup said concedingly, “We can head up to Gothi if you’re not feeling well-?”

“I said to save it.” You snapped again, wishing the others hadn’t ditched you for taking too long to get up, though you’d done the same to Tuffnut a while back so it was your rightful comeuppance. 

The two of you broke out from the treeline promptly, the ground shifting from thick mulch, leaves and spots of underbrush to a more open short, grassy patch just before the edge of a cliff, one which you knew crested slightly over a small field and some forest- what you were looking for -the herbs- should have been around somewhere.

You wondered why Hiccup hadn’t just flown over with Toothless- but then again, plants were delicate and it was hard enough to carry a basket over the back of a dragon.

“...This is a nice spot, isn’t it?” Hiccup asked, after a pause, “It’s… Nostalgic.”

You sighed, moving closer to the edge of it, the hairs on the back of your neck settling as you’d taken your distance.

You knew exactly what he was talking about- all the time spent wandering and speaking and writing words that were mostly good, hunts for bones and tussles in shallow streams and the kicking up of water and silt from simple riverbeds all near the other side of the island.

“What, you miss loitering around with me? Poking fun at the others?” Another time, you might have wanted to shout wild noises and storm off in a way you knew would leave one very harassed-looking heir left standing behind you, but you held off. You hadn’t the energy or the drive.

Hiccup paused, looking to the side as if he wasn’t all there. “I guess… I guess maybe I do.”

You also wanted to roll your eyes, sitting down on the very top of the cliff, your basket forgotten as you stared down at the grasses below, turning your attention exhaustively away from Hiccup and that stupid fond look on his face.

You grazed over the bits below, at the few slim forms of what must have been the others, Snotlout and the Twins, punching around with each other, Fishlegs, for some odd reason, standing along the sidelines.

They seemed to dance from this distance, and it reminded you of what you’d done just a while ago in the sliver of time in which you’d been friendless. 

There was a place on one side of the island where you often sat along the ledge, booted toes hanging over the ledge, one arm wrapped around your legs, knees pulled up to your chin as you threw scraps of fish down the small canyon. The space in front of you was always bare both above and below. That part of the island was a hard, plantless quarry made of boulders and crevasses. It was just near the same place you’d met your dragon before.

In the current moment, someone who you assumed was Snotlout threw a large bouquet of what look like weeds towards Ruffnut

You hummed, content and discontent in different ways, imagining you were staring down at that canyon instead, full of young dragons preening, prodding and resting in the sun.

Sometimes you wondered why you held off so long in getting a dragon of your own. Maybe you hoped that Hiccup would find you one, the same way he did all his new friends, who he found to be very cool and important despite all the time he spent reassuring you that he didn’t.

But, as you found, you really didn’t need one. Hiccup, you weren’t so sure. He wasn’t upset, but as you were figuring out, you weren't quite sure how to read him anymore. The idea ceased to be novel- now you just didn’t have any interest.

“Is that… Snotlout?” Hiccup asked, settling down a good distance beside you.

You listened to the subtle chirping of bugs as they danced around under the waning sun, watched the gentle glide of wings as a few began to bravely venture closer to the two of you.

“...I’m not sure,” You noted, feeling quite melancholy as Snotlout tried again and held out a handful of crumpled, wilted flowers to a very cross Ruffnut below, “I’m sort of rooting for him.”

Now more than ever you felt the tiredness weighing down your lids.

You’d considered using kohl for a time to cover up the dark bags under your eyes, which you’d seen in your reflection over a pale of water just that morning.

You weren’t sure they knew you were up there, yet. If things went the way you wanted, they wouldn’t know at all.

“Eh,” Hiccup said, “I hope Fishlegs wins her over.”

You glanced at Hiccup out of the corner of your eye.

He might look nice with some, spread by a lightly padding finger just under his eyes, but you knew he would never let you close with any, not in this lifetime.

You felt that you should invest in a mirror- what was it that the Romans were using, now? Wasn’t it polished bronze? You wanted one of those.

You scoffed, feeling tart, though you felt even consciously through the growing stuff of your head and your nose that the simmering upset that had colored your actions earlier had slightly abated, “Of course you do.”

[everything-fine-n-peachy]

when daffodils bloom (h.rj)

pairings: huang renjun x reader genre: fluff (hbd baobei hihi) summary: your typical highschool nerds find a way to express their love for each other in the way they know best, very shy rj and kinda dense y/n

Renjun knew you had high standards. He expected nothing less after sharing all his honors classes with you for the last five years in high school. You even showed him a list you kept in your school journal, pointing at each item to explain why it was necessary. For example, you swore that the average shelf in a common household was just beyond the reach of someone like you, who stood at five foot three. Therefore, you needed someone at least five foot ten or taller to help you grab items on the top level.  

three inches, Renjun thought, he was below your standard by just three inches. 

This is exactly why he never found the courage to confess his feelings. Sure, he was the smartest guy in his class and it wasn’t like there weren’t other girls he could pursue, but there was just something special about you. He’d lost count of the amount of times Chenle had nagged at him to just come clean or give up all together. The thing is, Renjun may be a Math whiz but he was also really terrible at expressing himself. 

So he settles for giving you his reviewers. As in, only you. Whenever his friends would complain about how you didn’t need an extra hand in your academics, Renjun would wave them off and say you’d exchange top secret study notes anyway, nothing special. 

On the contrary, he would work tirelessly making sure he’d get all the right topics and jot them down in his careful handwriting, spending hours at a time before handing you a copy. 

And you were completely oblivious. 

To you, Renjun was your confidant, someone who could understand the many pressures of growing up in a family with high expectations. You thought he was way too handsome to look your way and always insisted to everyone who teased you that he was just a nice guy. 

On the days when you had Math tournaments to attend and missed class, he would be the one you’d run to for notes. Which is why you never stop to think that it was ever special treatment. 

That was until Giselle came sulking one day at lunch, begging you to lend her a copy of Renjun’s notes. 

“I told you already, I did ask Jeno if he had them but he told me that Renjun ever only gives them to you,” she whined. 

“That sounds a little far fetched now don’t you think?” You pause for a second contemplating the possibility of Renjun actually having feelings for you. It was absurd. 

“Well, notes aside, don’t you notice how he always likes to hang around you?” 

"That's just cause we have the same advanced electives," you counter.

"Okay how about, that time when he stayed behind while you sorted out responsibilities as homeroom representative? That' definitely counts for something since he belongs to a different homeroom class plus it was a Friday."

You take a thoughtful bite out of your sandwich.

am I really that dense?

The truth was you always thought he was handsome. You’ve just always been drawn to the more athletic type that your friends all fantasized about. 

A quick mental run down of your list makes you smile to yourself. He was top of his class (intelligent), could tolerate his chaotic circle of friends (patient), always willing to tutor struggling classmates (kind), and was very generous except with his reviewers. 

Did he still need to be five foot ten to be a guy you liked? 

After the bell rings Renjun returns to his classroom to find the reviewer he’d given you last week on his desk. You left a little post-it on the front with a message that read, 

thanks for the special subscription thinking of going premium…not just for the notes though :)  we can discuss terms over coffee this afternoon

Renjun bites his lip to hide his stupid grin. It’s no use when his friends have been peeking from behind, yelling and shoving each other over their friend’s newfound love life. He covers his face in embarrassment, more than anything else because Yangyang and Chenle are obnoxiously shrieking and making a scene. 

Whatever the case, he sits in class distracted for the first time. He thinks the entire English lesson probably went over his head, but it was a small matter. You asked him out. Given, it was likely to turn into a study date. Then again, studying is always better when it’s with you. 

[bokutosmochi]

CHEATER? NEVER! ♡ GOJO SATORU

gojo satoru x gn!reader

ingredients? there's a ring he didn't recognize hidden in your drawers.

what's it? reverse comfort. angst/fluff

allergen warning/s? fears of infidelity (spoiler alert but still felt like putting it in because i'd rather spoil than trigger: no actual cheating)

sugar level? 2.5k

regulars? @tokyometronetwork @tahonet

parlor's note? gojo's has some self-doubt and shows vulnerability so maybe it's a little ooc??

bon appetit!

gojo satoru, being the strongest and having the amount of pride and confidence in his power and abilities to proclaim himself as the honored one had never felt jealous in his life, and that includes in your relationship. he's never been wary of your exes, or your guy friends, or the people in your instagram direct messages. he had all the confidence in himself and had all the trust in the world confided in you. after all, if he didn't trust you so much, he probably wouldn't have asked you out, and if he didn't trust you so much, then he wouldn't have gotten down on one knee that fateful day on the eiffel tower to propose to you after buying you that vivienne westwood necklace you had your eye on for a while.

but now, he finds himself buried in self doubt.

the cause of this self doubt is simple, he was looking for a new stick of lip balm after his tube already ran out. the both of you always kept the freshly bought ones in your bedside table since his was always filled with condoms, random pieces of candy, and random knick knacks, but he found something in there that he did not expect: a ring box.

by his knowledge, all the jewelry you owned was kept on the graceful stand on the vanity that you always kept dust-free, so he had no idea what was in the velvet box. upon opening it because his curiousity couldn't take it, he gasped. inside was a dainty gold ring. it was slender and had smaller diamonds embedded around the shiny material.

it was completely unfamiliar to him, he's a hundred percent sure that he wasn't the one to buy you this. whenever you bought yourself a new clothing item, you always showed it off to him, expecting to be showered in his praises. and neither your birthday nor christmas has recently come up with so it's not likely that it's something your friends gifted to you, and even if that was the case, you probably would have shown him since that's what you always did, but in this instance, you didn't.

this was the first time he has laid his eyes on the golden band, and this was the first time he felt this sick to his stomach in a long while.

was there someone else?

lately, he's been tasked by the jujutsu community to take on bigger missions so he hasn't been around much. and if he thinks about it, there are plenty of days you spend without him since he's either exorcising curses or teaching his precious students.

he can't even remember the last time he took you out on a proper date.

maybe you've gotten sick of him? maybe he's been neglecting the relationship?

he doesn't know and the possibility of you cheating on him, of you leaving him for someone else makes his stomach churn uncomfortably.

you seemed very patient with his hectic schedule. you always held his hand with a nod of your head, utterances of it's okay, i understand whenever he told you that he has another mission to go to and he won't be able to take you to that restaurant you kept on raving about. was it possibly because you had someone else to go with? someone else to hold you when you ever feel sad or lonely without him there?

did someone else take up his side of the bed during the days he wasn't there? was able to watch as the sun slowly bathes your sleeping form in its light?

was he not the only person who had the privilege of seeing your face first thing in the morning? eyes lazy and a soft smile on the pout of your lips?

was there someone else who presses their lips on yours with a small greeting of good morning?

did you wrap your arms around someone else whenever they cooked breakfast for two?

or dance in the rain with you?

or bent down to tie your shoelaces for you?

or curled your pinkies together in a pinky promise?

was there someone better than him?

someone who doesn't put your life in danger from heinous curses simply because of association, someone who undoubtedly has you as their main priority, someone who is always there for you whenever you catch yourself having bad days when all you want to do is bury yourself in bed and cry.

while he's well aware that no one can beat him when it comes to jujutsu, he doesn't have the same mindset when it comes to his love life.

you, you could definitely do better than him.

you probably deserve someone better than him.

his fist tightens around the ring as he breathes deeply and walks back to the living room where you were.

you smile when you hear the patter of his feet on the floor, but when you see him, it turns into a frown.

you didn't like the way his lips were downturned, and the unshed tears in his eyes had you standing up in concern.

it seemed like you saw him first though, because when he lifts his head to meet your eyes, he's quick to wear a grin. you do note that it's not as wide as it usually is, and his eyes doesn't have the glimmer it usually does, instead, they're glossy with tears.

as he's walking to you, you find yourself sitting back down on the plush couch, and when he stops in front of you, you wordlessly stare up at him, waiting for him to say anything about the sudden change in his mood.

"c'mon sweetcheeks," he smirks at you, a teasing tilt to his voice, but you know that it's strained, as if there's something in his throat that's making it hard to speak. "you deserve better than this. if you cheat on me, it should be with someone who can give you a nicer ring." he drops the golden ring onto your lap and eyes the one that's on your left ring finger; the one he proposed to you with. it wasn't the biggest ring, and while it was expensive, it wasn't the most expensive, but it was very you and that's what gojo valued the most. he didn't want people to squeal about how big the diamond on your finger was, he wanted people to envy your relationship, how he picked a ring he knew you would love, how he knows you so well.

when you see what your fiance dropped on you, your eyes immediately widened. "where did you find this?" you manage to stutter out though you find that your mouth has gone completely dry.

"does it matter, babe?" he questions you before leaning down into your ear. "tell me, is he better than me? does he fuck you as well as i do? hmm? can he make you cum over and over again all night long as much as i do?" he wears a grin, but on the inside he's dying. he never thought he'd lose you, at least not like this. hell, he thought you joining his other best friend and sharing his vision would be much more likely. he was always good at pushing things down though, and seeming unaffected by the things that destroyed him the most.

he expected you to push him away with a shove to his chest. he's already envisioned the way you would roll your eyes at him, "not everything's about sex, 'toru," you would scoff before coming clean with your infidelity. he thinks you'd have a good reason for it, maybe this guy gave you more emotional support than what he could ever provide.

instead though, you blink a few times. "'toru," you breathed out. "i'm not cheating on you."

your reply only made him scoff. "the evidence is right in front of our noses, sweet thing. there's no need for you to deny it anymore, 'kay?" he tilted his head at you with a teasing smirk on his lips.

you knew he's gone through enough things to be able to brush things off easily and pretend they didn't bother him, hell, you've gone through some of those things with him, but sometimes you really did underestimate his mental fortitude though you did loathe it from time-to-time. specifically at times where he pretends that everything in his life is sunshine and rainbows as he claims to not need your help.

"this is an engagement ring." you stated matter of factly, the ring now rested on your palm as you stared at it. then you looked back at your fiance. "i was kind of.. impatient." you owed him some sort of explanation now. "when we celebrated our ten year anniversary-" because the two of you began dating when you met as high schoolers "-i just.. really wanted to get engaged to you. i already knew you were the one so," you trailed off with a shrug. "it seemed pretty pointless to wait." you laughed lightly at your actions in the past.

gojo's face still remained composed, not showing any emotion that would give away how he felt while you weren't done talking yet.

"a few days after, i bought this." you looked at the accessory again. "i'm in love with you, satoru. i'm not above being the one to propose to you. but then, you took me to paris and beat me to the punch. that's all there is to it."

there was a long moment of silence between when the last word left your mouth and when the first word left gojo's.

"so you wanted to propose to me?"

"precisely."

and before you knew it, you were tackled into a bone-crushing hug. your body was pressed into the cushion of the sofa as gojo leant all of his body weight onto your figure.

"thank you." was all he could breathe out.

you smiled softly, looking down at the man who had his face buried on your stomach. he has lifted your shirt up so he would be able to feel your skin on the delicateness of his cheek as he nuzzled into you. "i love you." the way he said it has an air of finality to it that made your heart swell, crushing against your ribcage. you leaned down to press the side of your face onto the top of his, pressing a kiss there and running your fingers through a few strands of his snowy hair. "i love you too, 'toru."

gojo so rarely shows his true emotions even to those he trusts with his life, and it's even more rare that he lets himself cry, but this may have been the closest call he's ever had since turning eighteen.

when he started to calm down, he opted to sit beside you instead. still, his head was on your shoulder and his eyes were shut.

"'toru, you awake?"

he hummed out a positive response.

"did i ever do anything to make you feel like i would cheat on you?" you pressed a kiss to his temple, mumbling a desperate answer me honestly, please on the sensitive skin.

he readjusted his sitting so he'd be perfectly upright, although his eyes didn't meet yours. "wasn't really you, sweetcheeks. just saw the ring then realized that maybe, maybe you deserve better."

the words that left him made you look back so fast it could have given you whiplash, and you're sure you're going to visit shoko later to get checked out. that was not something you saw coming no matter how you knew him so well. before you could stutter out a surprised response, he started talking.

"i'm good at most things i know, but i don't think being a boyfriend is one of those." he paused. "i constantly leave you alone to go on missions. you're my number one priority, but i doubt you know that." he pauses to pursue his lips. "when was the last time i was available for you as a shoulder to cry on? you, you can do so much better."

and even after that, the amount of love you poured into each and every utter of his name remained and that's something that is going to imprint itself onto gojo's soul so long as it exists. "'toru, baby, i already told you, i understand."

you cradle his face in your hands so he'd be looking at you in the eye. "i understand that you have responsibilities," you pressed a quick kiss to his lips. "i understand that you can't be here all the time," you kiss him once more. "i understand that there'll be times where we don't go on extravagant dates because of your schedule." you kiss him again and his eyelids flutter shut instinctively. "but none of that matters to me," you press his forehead to yours as he opens his eyes. it takes everything in you to not falter when his radiant blues meets your gaze. "why?" he asks under his breath.

"because you're trying. i know you care about this relationship and i know you care about me. that's all that matters." you finish it off with patting the top of his head.

BONUS:

instead of warping the two of you to the school like he does on most days, he extends his infinity towards you as he has expressed his desire to walk to campus today for a reason unknown to you.

your fingers are intertwined with the other's and the way he sways it to and fro is higher than it usually is. you just chalk it up to him being in a good mood because of the heart-to-heart you had yesterday. but as you walk into the faculty room where yaga, ieiri, nanami, and because of the kyoto sister school exchange event gakugangi, mei-mei, and utahime was at, you realized that it was not the case, at least not completely.

"what's with the ring on your finger, gojo? you guys wed?" shoko asks with a raised brow as she spots you and gojo walking into the room; fashionably late as your fiance always is.

gojo sports a toothy grin at everyone, "why doncha ask my baby?"

everyone's eyes go to you immediately after catching what the woman was talking about; the thin, gold ring that's around gojo's left ring finger.

"no, no," you waved it off. "if me and 'toru have gotten married, you would have gotten an invitation. just bought an engagement ring for him was all."

i get: reblog

you get: a ring

[actiniumwrites]

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒/𝐎

synopsis: they pretend to be your s/o

characters: zhongli, thoma, venti, and sara x gn!reader (separate)

warnings: fluff, idiots to lovers, predatory behavior in zhongli’s (not from him), like 2 cuss words in sara’s

notes: i love sara so much, but i literally don’t have her. she’s legit one of the three four stars that i still don’t have 💀

Zhongli:

You worked at one of Zhongli’s favorite restaurants, Third-Round Knockout

Every time he visited, you always made sure to say hello, even if you weren’t his server that day

You loved every conversation you had with him, always so intrigued by what he had to say and Zhongli equally appreciated your curiosity and admiration for the topics he talked about

It’s safe to say you guys definitely had been developing feelings for each other without realizing

Tonight, your shift had gotten moved to an abnormal time due to the fact that one of your coworkers had gotten injured and couldn’t show. It meant you were going to have to work overtime and have to close up

Unfortunately, you only got to see Zhongli once or twice since you were so busy and you weren’t his server. Though, he did make sure to wave to you once you spotted him

And finally after a long night of work, the restaurant hit its closing time and you wanted nothing more than to go home and go to sleep, exhausted from all the work you did

Just as you were locking everything up, a strange man came up to you and started asking you weird questions and was just generally being creepy

“Hey, sweetheart. So how about it, wanna go home with me tonight?”

You tried to lightly apologize to him and politely decline, not wanting to cause any sort of commotion

Yet, you couldn’t help the sinking feeling in your stomach as he came closer to you, nearly cornering you into the wall

“Aw, c’mon, don’t be like that! I know you want me!”

“Sir, please, stop-“ you tried but he just kept pushing you

Suddenly you felt a warm hand snake around your waist and pull you away from the creepy man

You looked up to find Zhongli glaring down at the man. In all the time you had known him, you had never seen him look so angry and intimidating

“Zhongli?” you breathed out as you felt relief wash over you

“May I ask why you are bothering my s/o?”

Huh? His s/o?

You were confused, but you played along nevertheless

“You’re lying, they’re not dating you! Who even are you?!” the man questioned Zhongli

Zhongli towered over the man and pushed you slightly behind him as he spoke in a lower tone, “I suggest you leave them alone before you have to deal with me.”

The creepy guy ran off after that and you let out a breath you didn’t even realize you were holding

Zhongli’s hand never left your waist, in fact, he pulled you in closer to hug you

“I apologize, I was taking a stroll down the harbor when I heard some commotion,” he spoke softly, “Are you okay, dear?”

“I’m a little shaken up, but I’ll be okay,” you paused before smiling up at him, “So…your s/o, huh?”

“I apologize if I made you uncomfortable, that was certainly not my intention-“

“It’s okay, I was just teasing you,” you cut him off, “besides, I think it has a nice ring to it.”

Zhongli’s mouth was slightly agape at your comment and sudden burst of confidence

“If I am reading this correctly, then would you like to accompany me on a date this weekend, y/n?”

Of course, you agreed

You were so happy you had finally confessed your feelings, but even happier he returned them

Thoma:

You worked with Thoma at the Kamisato Estate, both of you being servants. Though, while he was the housekeeper, you were a personal servant to Ayaka and Ayato

The both of you had become best friends as soon as he began working there

And somewhere along the line, the two of you had unknowingly developed feelings for one another

Though, it was quite obvious to everyone around you, especially the siblings themselves

Today was a bit odd, you didn’t really have much work to do and it felt quite slow. Admittedly, it was rare to have a day like this

“Lady Ayaka, are you sure there’s nothing else for me to do?”

“Yes I’m positive, you could always ask Ayato, though?

You nearly groaned, “I already asked Lord Ayato, he said to ask you.”

Ayaka set down her tea and glanced at Thoma in the courtyard before glancing back at you with a slight smile, “You know, I think there might be something you could do for me.”

You glanced back at her, “Really?”

“You could go down to the city for me and go to this shop I enjoy. I caught word of them having a sale on their desserts this week and I would appreciate it if you could pick some up for me,” she told you

“Okay, I’ll be on my way then!”

“y/n, wait!” she called out to you, “Why don’t you take Thoma with you, he hasn’t had much to do today either.”

You hesitated but agreed regardless. Something seemed a bit off but you didn’t bother to question Ayaka’s authority. Whatever she asked of you, you would do

When you and Thoma got down to the main city, you began seeking out the shop while catching up with each other

Once you had found it, you patiently waited in line while silently hoping they wouldn’t be sold out of Ayaka’s desserts. After all, you didn’t want to disappoint her

After about 5 minutes of waiting, you had finally gotten to the front and picked out the desserts Ayaka had wanted

The old woman running the shop spoke, “Ah, here for the couples sale, are you? Just in time for Valentine’s Day!”

You nearly choked on your own spit as she spoke

Couples sale??

Though Thoma had officially turned bright red at the comment, he kept his composure and placed your hand in his own and held it tight

“Um, yeah!”

“That’s so sweet, you guys are adorable! I haven’t seen two people look so in love in such a long time!” she laughed to herself with a bright smile

You kept your mouth shut as you paid, too scared that you would start stuttering out of embarrassment

As you walked away, you looked to Thoma who was still holding your hand, “Uh, I’m so sorry! I had no clue about the couple’s sale, Ayaka just sent me down here and told me to take you with me and-“

He cut you off with a loud laugh, “It’s okay, y/n. I think those two set us up.”

You had finally realized why Ayaka was acting so off. She was trying to get you and Thoma to get together

Thoma calmed down from his laugh and gently took the bag from your hand and set it down on for a second, “I guess I can finally say this to you then: that lady was right about one thing, I um- I am kinda sorta in love with you.”

Your eyes snapped up to meet his, “Really? I mean- I am too. In love with you, I mean.”

After a few seconds, the two of you burst out laughing at your shared awkwardness

He hesitantly grabbed your hand again while picking up the bag and setting off toward the manor

A proper confession could wait, for now, you were plotting all the ways you could get back at Ayaka

Venti:

You met Venti quite a few years ago when you moved to Mondstadt, and ever since then, he’s been one of your greatest friends

Honestly, he trusted you so much that you even knew he was the Anemo Archon

And while you weren’t a drinker like he was, you certainly enjoyed going to the bar, even if you weren’t going to get alcohol

Admittedly, you just enjoyed being around the staff and your other friends like Kaeya, Diluc, Rosaria, and occasionally some of the other knights. Though, you’d be lying if you said you didn’t mostly go because Venti was always there

It was obvious you had feelings for him and it was something Kaeya teased you for all the time

One time, he was so drunk you even had to push him out of his chair before he nearly admitted it right in front of Venti

It was a complete mess

Tonight, however, was fairly calm at Angel’s Share. You weren’t there to get a drink, mostly just hang out with everyone and have a good time, especially since work had been so tasking recently

For a while, you were sitting with Rosaria but she eventually left to use the bathroom and Kaeya was off somewhere demanding more alcohol from the bartenders. And unfortunately, Diluc wasn’t bartending tonight so you were on your own for a bit

You were sipping on your water at a table in the back by yourself, just zoned out looking at the table when someone sat in the chair across from you

“Hi! I couldn’t help but notice you from across the bar and I thought you were really beautiful,” an unfamiliar voice spoke

You looked up at them in confusion but thanked them nevertheless

It felt like they talked forever and you were getting a bit nervous. You weren’t sure how to get them to leave you alone and it didn’t seem like they were good at taking hints

“You know? I think we get along really great, we should go on a date sometime. There’s this really good restaur-“

“Ah! I see you’ve met my wonderful s/o!” another voice said from behind you as they hugged you from the back

One look at the blue and green braid dangling over your face brought you instant relief. You were glad he wasn’t drunk either

“Oh, you have a boyfriend?” they asked

“Yeah! Um, this is Venti,” you played along and he moved to sit next to you, dramatically kissing the side of your face and holding your hand

“I missed you so much, my love! I can’t believe you started drinking without me,” Venti said, playfully placing a hand over his heart with a fake frown

“It’s just water, you know I rarely drink alcohol,” you said softly, “If we were going out on an official date, I would’ve waited.”

You hadn’t noticed the person had already gotten up and left, leaving you and Venti alone to act as though you were dating

“My, my, they’ve already left without saying goodbye,” Venti announced before taking a sip out of your water and gagging, “So, what was that about a real date?”

Sara:

Sara and you had worked together for awhile, and you weren’t exactly close to each other, but you definitely harbored feelings for the general

After all, you were also a general for the Tenryou Commission and you’d fought several battles side by side with her. One of you were bound to catch feelings eventually, regardless of your lack of closeness

That’s not to say that you guys didn’t talk to each other, though. In fact, you talked quite frequently

It was just the fact that she wasn’t very open with anyone and was very narrowly visioned when it came to things other than the Shogun. Sometimes that lead you to believe she didn’t really care about you

And recently you had been dealing with quite a big problem - one that didn’t involve the army

There was a lower rank soldier who wouldn’t stop bothering you, always asking you out and trying to hit on you

He annoyed you to no end, and no matter how many times you rejected him, he always persisted

Today, you were super stressed out from work. All the battle plans, training, and general conflict was exhausting and never seemed to end

As you walked out of your final meeting, you glanced out to see that it was nearly dark outside with just a glimmer of sunlight left

It was rather quiet and you were thankful for that, at least there was a little bit of peace at headquarters for once

It didn’t last very long though, because once again, the same soldier came running up to you

You sighed and kept your head down trying to ignore him, but he just wouldn’t take the hint

“General y/n, please, just one date!” he pleaded, “I don’t understand why you won’t just go out with me?!”

“And I don’t understand why you won’t just leave them alone,” another voice spoke, sternly

Your head snapped up to see Sara standing in front of the both of you and you let out a sigh of relief

“G-General Kujou!” he stuttered out, “I-I’m so sorry!”

“Would you care to explain to me why you are bothering my, s/o?”

You furrowed your brows in confusion but quickly regained your composure to play along

You moved to stand somewhat behind her, wanting to put as much distance between him and you as possible

“I swear I didn’t know they had a girlfriend! Please, General Kujou, you have to believe me!”

“This is your last chance to leave,” she spoke with a deadly look in her eyes, “If I find out you ever talk to y/n again, you will be removed from this army immediately and I’ll personally make sure your reputation is ruined.”

Damn, you were not expecting that

You suddenly felt very flustered at her words, being called her’s really struck something inside you

As he ran off, she turned around and apologized to you

“I apologize, that was a bad idea calling you my s/o,” she sighed, “I’m not usually so impulsive like that.”

“No, it’s okay. I didn’t mind it at all.”

Shit, why did you say that?

“Oh?” she said hesitantly, “Does this mean you…have feelings for me?”

“Uh, yeah,” you squeaked out, now extremely nervous under her intimidating gaze, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to make things awkward!”

“No, no, it’s okay,” she paused, “Um, I’m not very good at this kind of thing, but I like you, too. So, would you maybe want to go on a date sometime soon?”

You were shocked at her confession

She likes you back?!

Obviously, you agreed and it ended up being one of the best dates you ever had

Oh and that guy that was bothering you, yeah he ended up quitting anyway after Sara secretly threatened him behind your back <3

[lovelyladyabsinthewrites]

Love Song for a Vampire Pt.15

Pairing(s): Edward Cullen x Wolf!Reader, Edward Cullen x Bella Swan, Jacob Black x Bella Swan

Warnings: mentions of blood, mentions of wounds, nudity

Words: 3328

Summary: Your pack and the rest of the Cullens join the fight against the newborns.

Part 1    Part 2    Part 3    Part 4  Part 5  Part 6  Part 7  Part 8  Part 9  Part 10  Part 11  Part 12  Part 13  Part 14  Part 16  Part 17  Part 18  Part 19  Part 20  Part 21  Part 22  Part 23  Part 24  Part 25  Part 26  Part 27  Part 28  Part 29  Part 30  Part 31  Part 32  Part 33  Part 34  Part 35  Part 36  Part 37  Part 38  Part 39

Everything was dizzying to you. The thunder of various snarls, tufts of fur flying, and the flurry of snow threatening to swallow everyone up. At certain moments, you felt dagger-like fingers grab ahold of your fur being ripped away from you; possibly Edward throwing them off as he kept a check on your back.

His scent anchors you in the chaos of battle. Presence vibrating behind you, you lunge and snap at the newborns around you. Sometimes you would have to stray away from Edward in order to fling one up into the arm before snapping your jaws securely around their neck with a life ending crunch.

The voices of your pack ring loud in your mind as they shout orders and directions. You catch a glimpse of wolves weaving through the throng, tearing into their foes.

More fingers drag their nails along your body, any way to try and take you down.

“Looks like some of those bloodsuckers have joined the party.” You hear Brady alert everyone via telepathy.

You hear Edward snarl out “Em, Jazz and Rose.”

Like lightening, Rosalie appears; a blonde streak of light as she kicks a newborn in the face, breaking their jaw in the process. Her hair is wild, collecting piles of snowflakes in her curls. During your sparring with the vampires, you didn’t get the chance to see her in action. Even with the alarming terror in her gold eyes, Rosalie was still a vision.

“Quit gawking at me, wolf-girl.” She snaps instantly ruining the pretty picture she had painted. Another newborn jumps on her back it Seth swoops in, colliding with them and throwing the newborn off to the side.

Edward looks over his shoulder at you. Giving him a confident nod, he dashes off to help his siblings and the rest of your pack. Did the newborn army not know that Victoria had been apprehended? Their cause was lost.

“They probably don’t care. In their frenzied, newborn, brain all he must be concerned about is blood from a battle. ” Sam says, hearing your thoughts. The area surrounding you is beginning to collect the slumped over, headless bodies of the newborns. A welcoming sight as it meant you would soon be able to rest and end this.

Your body aches and certain muscles feel like they’re about to give out from the strain your putting them through. The open wounds on your back and sides sting from the chilling wind.

Fires were being constructed in order to dispose of the bodies as that was the only way to fully destroy a vampire and ensure they would not be revived. This was almost over.

By now the newborns that were left realize that they would be all defeated. They attempt to flee but there was no way anyone was letting them escape.

“We’ll finish the rest of the dispatching!” Edward yells as the last of the newborns are taken down. His voice carries as he doesn’t bother to whisper this next part to his siblings. “The Volturi are on their way. Alice just saw it.”

“Should we really leave now?” Jared questions as he takes a look around, Rosalie was in the middle of ripping an arm off and tossing it into the roaring fire.

In Edward’s voice you were able to detect a hint of fear. Whatever the Volturi was, he seemed to be afraid of it. He was trying to get the wolves out of there before it came. Nodding to Sam, your alpha seems convinced that it was okay from here, the job of the Quileute wolves was complete.

“Alright everyone, lets move out.” Sam’s immediate order rang with success and a job well done. No serious casualties. Each member of your pack certainly did obtain a fair amount of scratches but thankfully none had been bitten. You didn’t want to leave though. Ears flat against your head, you worry whether or not Edward would be okay with whatever new threat was drawing near. The two of you fought so well as a team, you want to stay.

Drawn to your face as you hesitate on leaving. Edward musters up a tired smile. “We’ll be okay. We’ve got it from here. Thank you, (y/n).”

Following your pack as they were nearly disappearing into the storm, you try not to internally sulk at leaving Edward. Your pack mates would definitely tease you mercilessly about it. You do your best to numb your emotions, focusing on the path your alpha maps out with his massive paws.

**

“Please tell me they’re at least heading in our direction.” Rosalie groans at the new installment of this eventful night.

They had worried about the Volturi being aware of this issue. How could they not? They ruled their empire with many spies at hand. Now their concerns were proving correct, the Volturi were hot on their trail.

In no time Carlisle shows up, a large bundle of white being held in his hands. He glances at his adoptive children and holds it up. “Proof of dispatch. Riley and Victoria’s heads.”

If anything could curdle a vampire stomach it was that sentence. At least they could show the Volturi that they had indeed taken care of it without much fuss.

“Alice and Esme?” Emmett wipes his hands off on his pants while Jasper tends to the fire; throwing in bits and pieces of newborn to feed the flame.

“Taking care of Bella. I don’t doubt the wolves will be on their way to check on her, or at the very least Jacob and (y/n).” Explained Carlisle as he looked around the area, anticipating the black hooded figures to arrive shortly.

They could already hear the rustling of cloaks against the snow, boots crunching snow underfoot as they traveled across the forest undeterred by the whipping wind and specks of snow.

Emmett, normally so carefree, stood rigidly next to Rosalie. When the Volturi paid a visit, it was never for a good thing. Misery was always left behind as they traveled back to the safety of Italy.

Four sets of blood red eyes emerge through the storm. Faces Edward had met before: Alec, Jane, Felix and Demetrius. The presence of any Volturi member was fearsome, but the two figures that Carlisle truly feared were the shorter members; the twins Jane and Alec who possessed terrifying gifts.

Bristling as they stop in front of the Cullen family members, Jane takes a step forward making it clear that she was in charge of this mission. She had been changed at such a young age that Jane still had a round, childish face.

As she expertly pulls her hood back, Jane looks around. “Impressive. I’ve never seen a coven escape an assault of this magnitude intact.”

“Must have been a fight for the ages.” Her twin commented.

Carefully choosing his words, Carlisle tells them “We were simply lucky.”

“Lucky. . .” Jane quietly scoffs. “I doubt there.”

“We’re missing two.” Pointed out Demetrius, the renowned tracker of the Volturi.

Head of the Cullen house, it was silently agreed upon that he would be their representative and the only one to speak to the high ranking guards. “Yes, Esme and Alice hung back to protect Bella.”

That made Jane raise a quizzical eyebrow. “That means she’s still human. Caius will be interested to hear she’s still human.”

“That date has been set.” When Carlisle said that, Edward had to keep his face calm and not betray the doubt that was creeping in. Doubt that must be squashed down.

Though they hadn’t had many interactions just the two of them, Edward felt a budding kinship to the wolf girl. Around her he felt a certain type of freedom that he didn’t have with Bella. He wasn’t always on guard.

Carlisle’s reassurance did the job though as Jane seemed slightly taken aback. She replaces the momentary shock with her usual coolness. Good, he had appeased her. He goes in further in detail of Victoria and her quest for revenge. He offers Jane the white bag that had their heads.

How unnerving it was when her lips broke out in a grin when she opened the bag; like a child opening Christmas presents. “Well done. We shall take this back to Caius then as proof the situation has been handled and done.” She hands it to Felix to carry and nods her head. “Very well. Until next time.” Her last words was a warning. The next time they came, if they had to, Bella better have been changed. The Volturi didn’t give second chances.

Watching them leave, Jasper waited until they were far enough to not hear. “You better figure out what to do about Bella, Ed.”

Carlisle frowns. “What do you mean?”

“I can feel it when you see (y/n).” Jasper doesn’t pull his eyes away from his brother.

Rosalie groans. “Oh don’t tell me you’re actually getting feelings for the dog girl now! Seriously Edward?”

“Shut up, Rosalie.” Edward hissed, not appreciating how Jasper had outed his strange feelings toward (y/n) to his entire family. But he was right. There were big decisions to make.

**

Getting back to the Forks-La Push forest border, Sam divides the pack: the younger members like Brady and Collin were to return to Sam’s home for Emily to treat their wounds and get some much needed rest. The older members were to go to the Cullen Estate to check in on Bella.

She must have lost a lot of blood during her captivity, it was clear from the many wounds on her. The vampire that had been guarding the front still had fresh blood on his lips.

No one was more concerned for Bella than Jacob. He ran past Sam, almost appearing to lead the pack but he was just impatient to get to her side. A blessing that the Cullen’s home was deep in the rural Forks roads. They didn’t have neighbors for miles. It would be quite a sight if someone looked into their backyard and saw a pack of wolves on steroids.

Alice was sitting on the porch, waiting for your pack’s arrival. At the first scent of wolf, she stands to greet you. “Bella is going to be okay. We’ve got her warming up and replacing the blood she lost.”

“So those bastards did hurt her!!” Jacob’s snarl bounces in your mind.

Wringing her hands, Alice looks at each member of your pack. There was no way to know what you were thinking. She didn’t have Edward’s power. “If you want, you can come in and wait. . .”

When Jared and Paul make a sound of disgust, Sam snaps at them. “There’s no need to be rude.”

“She doesn’t really want us to go in there. . . Right?” Seth curiously wonders. He didn’t seem uncomfortable with the idea of going in there. Jacob, Quil and Embry had already been in there as had you and Sam.

Jacob, even if he didn’t like the idea, took her up on the offer. He would do anything to be next to Bella. Hesitantly, Jacob approaches the steps to the Cullen porch and Alice turned around so that he could shift back to being human. “There are towels in the hallway cupboard. You can wrap yourselves in them until I can find you proper clothes.” Alice stepped aside, her eyes darted down in modesty. The naked bodies of your pack mates never really phased you. It had become normal for you and anything but sexual.

You follow behind Jacob, shaking off your giant wolf form to your much smaller human one. An arm sticks out from a hallway room, towel in hand.

“Here.” Jacob’s voice offers you.

Wrapping it around yourself, you relish in the soft material against your skin. You wander back to the living room you had peeked into during your last visit. Body aching, you desperately wanting to sit down on the Cullen’s comfy looking couch. You couldn’t though, you were still slightly wounded with deep scratches scattered across your body. You were lucky enough that none of the vampires had gotten a good grip on you. Even if their nails did tear into your skin.

Many were still bleeding and it would be terrible to ruin their furniture with your blood.

Jacob joins you in mere moments and both of you catch a naked Seth strolling down the hall. “The bathroom’s down here, right? Wow this house is really nice!” He’s happily chirping and looking around despite the situation that brought him there. When he turns and finds Sam approaching, Seth is resumes getting a towel for himself and Sam.

“It is a pretty nice house.” Sam nods and wraps his towel around his waist. “The others will be staying outside.”

“Good, everyone’s covered up!” Alice claps her hands. “Now Bella is sleeping so I must ask whoever wants to see her to be quiet. Everyone else should be back soon.”

“They seemed in a rush to get us out of there. Was there a problem?” Sam asks her.

She sighs and crosses her arms. “We’ll see.”

“That’s not very reassuring.” Jacob frowns and makes his way up the spiral staircase, two steps at a time and in his haste Jacob disappears to the top of the stairs in no time.

Seth continues to idly walk around the living room, examining various knickknacks and pictures adorning the Cullens’ intimate living area. You look over his shoulder to see what he was looking at. Edward in an old fashioned sepia tone and a cute looking hat stare back at you with Carlisle at his side, his hand clasping onto Edward’s shoulder.

“Edward was the first one Carlisle ever turned.” You hear Alice say behind you. You and Seth jump.

“R-Really? Not his wife?” Seth places the picture back down.

Alice looks at you with warm, amber eyes. “Nope. Esme came along a few years later.

The howl of wolves introduces the arrival of the rest of the Cullen clan. Sam waits in the doorway of the hall. Esme comes down, stopping short when she spots Sam and offers him a soft smile. Carlisle opens the door, stepping aside so his children could file in one by one. Normally perfect facade was shattered, they were haggard and black of eyes.

Nervously Esme asks “How did it go?”

Running a pale hand through his bronze hair, Edward appears to shutter. “They left. Took the heads with them. But now they know Bella still isn’t a vampire.”

“What does that mean?”

“Eventually they’ll come back.” Admits Carlisle. His dark eyes roam over from Sam to you and Seth.

Having enough of not being involved, dfSam speaks up. “ Who are ‘they’? Sounds like we should be concerned.”

Pausing for a moment Edward sighs. “The Volturi. They are the most powerful coven of vampires and enforce the laws of the vampire world.”

“And they know Bella is a human dating a vampire. I’m guessing humans aren’t supposed to know of the existence of vampires.”

Jasper nods. “Pretty much.”

“It won’t be a problem. Bella has already chosen a date. They’ll leave us alone once she is transformed.” Esme holds onto the baluster, her furrowed eyebrows relax in relief..

Yes, she would be turned into a vampire and live a perfect life with Edward. There was nothing to worry about. The battle with Victoria would be your last battle. No more rogue vampires or strong newborns. You could just spend the rest of your days patrolling the beautiful land filled with trees as tall as buildings.

“Right. . .” Sam whispers. “What if she isn’t turned in time?”

Everyone slightly gawks at him, even you stare at your alpha as he continues to face Carlisle and Edward. Why wouldn’t she be turned?

“It’s best not to think of that.” Carlisle, after a while, tells him. “You really don’t want to test the Volturi. They have thousands of members and spies everywhere.”

Edward for the first time notices the blood trickling down from Sam’s eyebrow. Not only was Sam injured, but you and Seth as well to some degree. No one had been fully unscathed. “You guys should clean your wounds.”

“Seriously. I can smell their blood from here.” Rosalie’s pretty nose scrunches up. Such a gorgeous woman she was but you bet she would be a lot prettier if she smiled more often and didn’t have resting bitch face.

You suppose your blood must reek to them, just like your body scent. When you shift your arm to reposition your grip it’s accompanied by a sore sting. There were some wounds you couldn’t even see. Maybe it was a bruise.

Sue Clearwater would freak out if she saw her youngest child banged up like that. Agreeing to clean up, you split: Sam to the hallway bathroom, Seth in the upstairs guest bathroom and you were instructed to use Alice and Jasper’s. They didn’t mind sharing it with you. Thankfully wolf blood wasn’t quite appetizing for vampires.

How did your blood smell to them?

You use a damp, forest green washcloth to wipe off most of the dried blood; trying your best not to go over open wounds too hard. When you got to your face, the warm towel felt nice enough to make you smile. Appreciating the small things in live, your own body begins to relax now that the threat was over. No one was seriously hurt and you were able to dispose of all the newborns thoroughly. Most importantly Bella was back and would be okay.

Even just cleaning the top of your body was an improvement. Now your parents wouldn’t be too concerned and you could take a proper shower when you got home. Your parents would never have to known the extent of danger that being a wolf put you in. While you continue with wiping the grime off of you, you could hear soft voices in the distance. Jacob better know to behave in a host's house. His temper was even shorter when he and Edward were together. Poor boy would never accept the fact that he hadn't imprinted on Bella. The Fates seemed generous to no one in your pack. Elders of La Push passed off being a wolf as an incredible honor and gift. Did they ever have to deal with the heartbreak that comes along with your power? Unable to control who you fell in love with. Fate didn't care if that person was already with someone else.

You bump into Jacob on your way out. Small trickles of blood had dried across his forehead. "How is she?"

"Good. She's already starting to look better." He reaches his hand up to anxiously rub at his neck. "Edward told me what you did for her. . ."

His tone was gentle, almost sounding like the old Jacob Black you remembered fondly. Jacob had changed dramatically since his transformation and you didn't particularly like who he was now. Boys always had the worst side effects after turning. Their hormones, already sky high due to puberty, escalated. "Oh, yeah. Sorry I didn't go and get you."

He shakes his head though. "I wanted to say thank you and that I'm sorry. I've been a jerk to you and insensitive. You're. . . You're going through a hell of a lot of stuff right now."

"We all are, Jake. Vampires, wolves, nothing about that is normal. But thanks." You smile and pat him on the shoulder. "Are you heading home?"

Jacob nods. "You should probably get going too. You've been awake longer than any of us."

You really did want to go to bed. Slowly you glance down the hallway where you smell Bella and Edward. You weren't needed there any longer. Everything was okay. Realizing this, you follow Jacob back down the stairs and numb the aching of your heart as it begged you to go back.

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[midnightanxietytm]

L'altra dimensione

A/N: Måneskin is so Zutara coded (or is it the other way around?) And it made my brain rot intense in ways you can't imagine. Also, i do not know any italian, i'm here for the cool music and for Damiano and Victoria.

Contents/Tags: The Blue Spirit & The Painted Lady being vigilantes in Ba Sing Se. Role Swap AU (aka the water tribes caused the war, more of this AU here and also there.) Introspection. Character analysis, Pre-relationship Zutara. The tension in this one is off the charts.

Word count: 881

"It’s a sight to behold; her dark figure engulfed in moonlight, the white mask of the Painted Lady, delicate as ever, hiding her features and contrasting with her ruthless yet precise moves when fighting."

The second Zuko placed the mask on his face, he felt more at ease, his constantly depleting confidence being boosted all the way up. Zuko might not be able to help those people, but the Blue Spirit was.

His path to the lower ring is relatively easy; he jumps through roofs and balconies, runs through the streets and alleys, and he is free and powerful; no wars, no big plans beyond his years, just helping whoever he can.

E adesso giuro faccio le valigie

Scappo via in un'altra dimensione

Son stanco delle vostre facce grigie

Voglio un mondo rosa, pieno di colore

(And now I swear I'll pack my bags

And escape to another dimension

I'm tired of your grey faces

I want a pink world full of colour)

Tonight, he has company.

He doesn’t see her that often, from what he’s gathered they tend to ‘work’ on different parts of the lower ring. It seems that they both decided to patrol the central market today though.

It’s a sight to behold; her dark figure engulfed in moonlight, the white mask of the Painted Lady, delicate as ever, hiding her features and contrasting with her ruthless yet precise moves when fighting.

The Blue Spirit approached the Painted Lady silently, and she turned to face him; her marbled mask tilting in a silent question. In response, he kneeled on the roof beside her, and dutifully watched the dwindling movement of the market below.

Their silence lasted, but eventually, she bumped her shoulder against his and gestured her head to a corner. He followed and saw what she meant; one of the vendors, a younger woman, was being very intently watched by a man across the street from her. It seemed the woman knew she was being watched, while she closed up her shop she would often glance around, nervous.

His Lady stood up first, the full moon reflection on her mask eerily. He followed suit, and together they ran through the roofs, like true spirits.

Voi comprate amore con le carte Visa

Con le facce intrise sì, ma di sudore

E adesso giuro faccio le valigie

Scappo via dalla dolce Marlena

(You buy love with credit cards

With faces that are drenched, yes, but with sweat

And now I swear I'll pack my bags

And escape from sweet Marlena)

By the time they were ready to separate there were only two or three hours left before sunrise. The Painted Lady stood on the rooftop, right in front of him, and on times like this, Zuko could almost believe she was truly a spirit, and not a mask, but he could see her shoulders moving with each breath she took, he could feel her eyes wondering his figure, just as curious about him as he was about her.

Marlena, Marlena, sì portami a ballare stasera

(Marlena, yes, take me dancing tonight, Marlena)

They were close, if Zuko really focused, he could hear her breathing too. They had done a lot that night; whenever the central market opened, some opportunists would follow suit, so they were busy, their dangerous dance disarming and restraining each one of the dangers that dared impose their domain.

Truly like spirits, yet so far from them, so painfully human; he taught. She slowly raised a hand to his forearm, tilting her head. He kept looking at her ‘face’, even though he felt the sting and the wetness against the cut in his arm.

Amico mio devi essere felice

Perché il nuovo mondo sta per arrivare

E non c'è taglio, non c'è cicatrice

Che questa passione non possa curare

Dio io dalla polvere come fenice

Son risorto ed ho imparato anche a volare

Soltanto perché ho fatto le valigie ed ho baciato la dolce

(My friend, you must be happy since the new world is about to come

And there's no cut, no scar that this passion cannot cure

I, I from the ashes have arisen like a Phoenix, and I even learned to fly

Only because I packed my bags and kissed sweet Marlena)

In seconds, the pain was gone, her hand lingered, cold against his skin, then slid down his arm. He met her hand with his, she squeezed. Underneath the guise of spirits, they hid their identity and yet bared all their feelings, they sang a wordless lyric, and she sang of redemption while he sang of justice.

He could accept her, right there under the full moon, and everything would change.

He squeezed her hand back, then felt it slip from his grasp.

Marlena, Marlena, sì vienimi a parlare, ti prego

Marlena, Marlena, io ti starò a ascoltare, ti prego

Marlena, Marlena, insegnami a lottare, ti prego

Marlena, Marlena, sì portami a bailar

(Marlena, yes, come talk to me,Please, Marlena

Marlena, I'll stay listening, Please, Marlena

Marlena, teach me to fight, Please, Marlena

Marlena, yes, take me dancing. )

He slowly turned from her, and he disappeared between the shadows.

Maybe, the Blue Spirit thought, he would see his lady again, under the setting sun this time.

[jvngkook97]

Seeing Double

pairing; twin!jungkook x female!reader ft. ???

genre; angst, humor, fluff, s2l, f2l, twin au, college au

warnings; angst, cursing, fighting, jealousy, a LOT of confusion on reader’s part (poor girl), suggestive daydreams, jungkook and his twin look very much the same but are complete opposites in behavior and clothing, poor reader is oblivious and too trustworthy to ask questions until it’s too late

rating; 18+ minors dni

w/c; 7,623

a/n; i don’t think i’ve personally come across this scenario in a long while, so thought i would bring the twin trope back with my fav bias (of course). plus, who doesn’t love the idea of two jungkook’s?! 🤤 you’re welcome.

Shout out to @outro-kook for being the only one interested in being on the taglist. Which is why I’ve decided I’m dedicating this one to you. Thank you for your support!

Read Part Two {Here}

Is this even real life?

How is the Jeon Jungkook sitting next to you right now? On the same bench? When there are plenty of others scattered around the campus courtyard?

And why is his mouth moving while he’s facing you? Wait. Is he talking? To you?

“–Hello? You good?” His newly pierced eyebrow rose with his amused tone, lip ring that he’s been donning the past four months moving with the mischievous smile that was currently worn on his face with ease. Not that you kept track, of course. His eyes twinkled with a hidden darkness that you’ve yet to discover, or notice.

Your mouth was open in a less than attractive manner, and you’re sure you looked like a fish out of water. Cause you definitely felt like one.

“I’m sorry. What?” You wanted to sound confident and cute, but much to your dismay, it came out in a more rudely rushed tone. Probably because your mind was still processing what was happening, and it knew before you did that something was amiss.

People like him, never associated with people like you.

However, your reaction only fueled his inner demons that wanted to see you writhe beneath him in a blissful haze. A low, deep chuckle fell from his lips as he repeated his question.

“I asked if you, y/n y/l/n, would like to go out on a date with me, Jeon Jungkook, this Friday night? If you’re free, of course.” The way he spoke sounded as if he knew the answer you were going to give him before you did. You’re more than positive he’s never been turned down in his entire life, and you being the good person you were, didn’t want to break that streak now, did you?

“Sure–I mean–Yes! I would love too–,” just as you let yourself begin to get excited over the prospect of actually going on a date, he abruptly stood up with a piece of paper held out to you in the palm of his tattooed, ring wearing, hand. It was his number. His cross necklace that was once hidden underneath his shirt, fell out from the movement. One he always wore, you found.

With shaky hand, you grabbed it in yours, fingertips brushing against his in what was, to you, a small, yet intimate moment.

Giving you a two finger salute accompanied by a wink, he told you to meet him at this exact spot in two days time, and for you to text him in advance so you won’t be out all alone by yourself for too long. A sweet gesture that didn’t go unnoticed by you, if your racing heart was any evidence of your current state of mind.

Nodding mutely, all your shy personality could muster up at that moment, he flashed you his signature bunny toothed grin and walked off with his hands in his tight, mouth watering, booty emphasizing, black skinny jeans. His chunky combat boots crushing every brown and orange crunchy leaf in it’s wake, as the autumn breeze blew his hair in a model worthy way. His back muscles could prominently be seen through his tucked in, long sleeved, white shirt.

It was then that you knew, he was going to ruin you in all the best ways possible.

And you couldn’t wait.

The only catch? Unbeknownst to you, he wouldn’t be the only one who would be taking you on the date.

So would his twin brother.

Who is actually in love with you.

*******

“Shut the fuck up. Dead ass?”

“Dead ass.”

Jungkook smirked at the way his twin brother tried to hide his excitement about the date he secured with you.

His twin ran his fingers through his hair as he let out a ‘huh’ of amusement, before sitting down next to Jungkook on the couch in their shared apartment.

“So, am I the best wingman or what?” Jungkook raised his hand anticipating a high five, but was promptly ignored by his twin who was lost in thought over one flaw in this plan.

“Does y/n think she’s going on this date with you or me?”

“Well, technically speaking–,”

Jeon Ji-hun reaches beside him on the couch to grab the nearest pillow, thrusting it as hard as he could into his younger brother of three minutes guilty face. Yanking the pillow out of Ji-hun’s hands after being hit for the fifth time, Jungkook ended the fluffy assault and explained how they could potentially pull this charade off.

“It’s easy, just pretend to be me. You already look like me, so what’s the problem?”

“What’s the prob–,” Ji-hun sucks his bottom lip in between his teeth, trying to control his aggression towards his admittedly handsome, sometimes smart, but mainly annoying and naive younger half of a twin. “The problem is, dear brother, we may look alike, but we are nothing alike. Look at me!”

Ji-hun aggressively gestures to himself and then Jungkook as if to emphasize on his point. All Jungkook sees is excuses, if you asked him. Sure, it’s true, what Ji-hun said. They may look the same, up to the same exact tattoos, piercings and hairstyling. The only main difference is their personalities and clothing.

Jungkook couldn’t help the cringe on his face that showed when he was forced to actually take into account what his brother was wearing — short sleeved, pastel yellow, collared button up shirt; light blue, washed and torn at the knees skinny jeans; and a black belt accessory adorned his small waist.

“It just means that we’ll have some work to do, more on my end than yours of course, but it doesn’t mean we can’t fool her into thinking you’re me! Gotta have faith, my dude.”

“Here’s a crazy idea, why don’t we just tell her the truth and skip all this nonsense that I’m sure will come crashing down on us in a shit show at the end?” Ji-hun shrugged his shoulders casually at Jungkook, making the youngest give him a ‘are you serious’ look.

“Bro, if you had the balls to just ask her out in the first place after all these years of pining over her, we wouldn’t even have to be in this situation.” Jungkook’s deadpan expression, and nonchalant yet absolutely true reasoning, is what had Ji-hun sulking back into the couch with an arm over his eyes.

“I know, I know. Don’t remind me.” Ji-hun ground out with gritted teeth, more than well aware at how shy he was with the world, let alone the opposite sex, and most importantly, anything that pertained to you.

Jungkook patted his brother’s knee with empathy.

Unlike him, who had no qualms in speaking his mind about anything to anyone, his older brother found it difficult. Which is why Jungkook came up with the brilliant idea of asking you out on a date in his place, and banking on the information he got from fellow classmates that you so happened to have a crush on him, he used it to his advantage.

Now came the tricky part.

Making you believe that you were going out on a date with Jungkook, when in all actuality it would be Ji-hun just acting like him instead. In his head, everything went smoothly, his plan flawless. In real life, however? That was an entirely different story.

*******

“This is so fucking stupid, Jungkook. We should just go back home!” Ji-hun tugged at Jungkook’s signature leather jacket, feeling out of place wearing it. Jungkook was too busy texting you back to worry about how how his older brother was feeling at the moment.

“She said she’s about five minutes away. So unless you want to stand up the girl you’re supposedly in love with, you better get yourself together. Cause it’s now or never, bro.” Jungkook gripped Ji-hun’s shoulder firmly, and looked into his eyes with fixed determination, silently telling him that ‘everything will be fine’.

“Okay.” Ji-hun answered more confidently than he felt.

“Oh! I think I see her, I’m gonna split. But I’ll be close incase you need an out or a quick getaway. You got this! Just act cool.” With those final words of encouragement, Ji-hun was left to his own devices as he tried not to fidget nervously watching you walk up to him.

Despite his brother’s normal nonchalant behavior towards the opposite sex, he couldn’t help but let out a low whine of appreciation at your always stunning form, that is somehow even more attractive in the pale moonlight.

You gave him a small, hesitant wave in greeting, nearly toppling over in your heels he’s never seen you were before, let alone the casual, yet very form fitting dress you wore for the occasion. For Jungkook. That thought made him bitter.

Absentmindedly, he grimaced at you. His action making you self conscious and doubting if you should’ve gone with the other, more risky dress that your roommate initially wanted you to wear tonight. Your hands clutched onto the sides of your dress as you tried not to let it get to you.

“Uhm, hi. Sorry I was a little late, but I don’t have a car and needed to take the bus–,” you fumbled over your words the more you explained, causing Jungkook to snap out of his mental image of pummeling his brother to actually listen to what you were saying. He could tell you were nervous, which had him feeling slightly better.

“Don’t worry about it. Better late than never, right?” He spoke casually, then offered his arm to you, the hand connected to that arm stuffed into the pocket of the leather jacket, as he took a note from his brother’s previous lessons over how to act and talk. “You look gorgeous, by the way. Not that it’s anything new.”

Your cheeks gained a light pink at the offer of his arm accompanied by the unexpected compliment, as you attempted to smoothly slide your arm through the space he left for you to fill. What you didn’t expect, was for the one ring you always wore on your hand to get caught in the leather and scratching it. Ji-hun stiffened at the, to him, ear piercing sound that was as bad as nails on a chalkboard. He tried not to make a show of looking at his brother who was no doubt somewhere nearby and seething at his precious jacket getting hurt during this date.

You let out a gasp at the realization and proceeded to pull your arm out as to not cause more harm to the jacket, only your choice of action just ended up making things worse as your ring got caught yet again on the way back out. Ji-hun closed his eyes and said a silent prayer to not get murdered by his brother later on at home, knowing for a fact that Jungkook witnessed the blasphemy that just occurred.

“I’m so sorry! I wasn’t thinking. God, I’m such an idiot–,” your lips trembled as you bit them, eyes glistening with unshed tears at how much of a disaster this date has already been and you haven’t even started to walk to your destination.

Letting out a quiet, shaky exhale, he gave you a tight lipped smile and went to offer you his hand, then decided otherwise and opted to just take the initiative himself and interlock his fingers with yours. Gently tugging you into his side, you both began walking side by side to the small, hole in the wall, ramyeon restaurant that was nearby.

“I can totally buy you a new jacket! If you just send me the link to the site where you got yours–,” Ji-hun chuckled lightly, and squeezed your hand in reassurance.

“Seriously, y/n. Don’t worry about it. It’s just a jacket.”

*******

“It’s just a jacket.” Jungkook lowly mocked his brother as he discreetly followed you both, head down and staring at the concrete pathway with a look of anger and regret at letting his most prized possession — his jacket — be worn tonight.

If Jungkook is being honest though, he would’ve reacted exactly the same way had he been in his brother’s shoes. And his brother was right, you did happen to look very exquisite tonight. The dress you wore accentuated your curvy figure in the best way, and made your eyes a deeper shade of color than they already were. Even he’ll admit that his heart started racing upon looking at you walk up for the first time, as if seeing you in a whole other light.

He didn’t know what this feeling was that began to pool into his gut, but all that he knew was that it got worse the longer he stared at your intertwined hands.

*******

Upon arriving to the restaurant, Jungkook held the door open for you to walk in first. The hostess directed you to your seats. Now sitting opposite each other in the well lit establishment, you were able to get a better look at your date.

Ji-hun wasn’t good when it came to eye contact, it was too intimate, to telling. He felt like one look into his, and you would instantly know that you weren’t on a date with his brother, but him. He dreaded how you would react if you ever found out, and only hoped that you never did.

Your eyes watched as Jungkook looked everywhere but at you. Your brows furrowed in confusion, not used to seeing him look so shy. It’s like he was a complete different person than who you talked with on the bench that day. Pushing away your doubts, you opened your mouth to speak, before being interrupted by your waiter for the evening.

You smiled politely, as did Jungkook, and took turns giving your orders. It seemed like you both had different taste, since you ordered the spicy version of what your date did. Ji-hun let out a light laugh at your choice of ramyeon, immediately thinking of his brother who always ordered the same thing when they came here.

“What’s so funny?” You questioned lightheartedly, and took a sip of the water the waiter brought with them before taking your orders.

“Jung—,” his eyes widened as he almost blurted out his brother’s name. Jungkook stiffened in the booth behind you, thinking that Ji-hun was about to ruin everything.

“Jung Hoseok, or Hobi. He’s a good friend of mine. He likes the same spicy ramyeon as you. I just thought that was funny.” He scratched the side of his neck with a sheepish smile.

Jungkook slumped back into the booth with a quiet exhale of relief, giving props to his brother mentally for his quick save.

“Oh! I know him! He’s dating this girl in my art class. He comes by to walk her to her next class, it’s so sweet!” You let out a dreamy sigh, getting lost in a daydream of Jungkook doing that for you.

“Yeah, that’s him. Her name is Leah. She’s cool. But–,” his sentence got cut off from the waiter who carefully set your designated bowls in front of you. Ji-hun’s nose scrunched up at the obvious spice that wafted from your bowl, he hated spicy foods. They never agreed with his intestines. You clapped your hands together giddily, grabbing your chopsticks and immediately started slurping up the noodles.

Jungkook could hear how you went to town on your food, and couldn’t help the twitch of his upper lip, restraining himself from smiling. Reminded him of himself, and he knew for a fact, his brother was inwardly cringing at the sight. Ji-hun never failing to let Jungkook know how much he despised messy eating.

It was messy, but it was cute. With you, at least. Yet another thing you and Jungkook had in common, he found. You both inhaled your food as soon as it’s set in front of you, not a care in the world of what other people might think of you. He believes you may have something else as well, and wanted to elaborate on it.

“You said you’re in an art class? What kind?” He grabbed his own chopsticks and began slowly slurping up his noodles, making sure juice didn’t fling anywhere it wasn’t supposed too.

“It’s a drawing class. I love to doodle on the daily, so I figured why not make it a thing for a career?”

“What kind of career are you hoping for?”

“I want to be a tattoo artist.”

Ji-hun choked on a noodle that was halfway down his throat when he heard your answer. You grabbed his glass and shoved it into his face, silently telling him to take a drink. He grabbed it gratefully, and after taking a couple of big gulps to ensure the pesky noodle made it all the way down, he let out a relieved sigh.

When his eyes flickered up to yours, they showed nothing but worry. It made his cheeks litter with a light hue, and his ears turn a pale shade of red.

Jungkook now had a full blown smile on his face, not being able to contain it any longer when he heard your career of choice. It made a stupid fluttery feeling erupt inside of his stomach, and his brows furrowed at the sensation. What was happening to him?

“You actually like working with needles?” Ji-hun tried not to sound too surprised, knowing he was meant to act like his brother — cool, calm, collected. The one that likes spicy food, the one that eats messily, and the one that hopes to one day be a tattoo artist.

“Well, I don’t necessarily like them, but I could tolerate them enough to still achieve my ultimate life goal. You know? I mean, you have tattoos and piercings. I don’t. Do you like needles?”

“I—,” he had a look of contemplation on his face as he thought about what his brother would say in this situation. He doesn’t believe that Jungkook has any problem with them whatsoever, and though Ji-hun may have tattoos and piercings, he’s starting to agree with your rationalization. You can like getting them, but still dislike needles. His eyes scanned what skin he could see on your figure, and as far as he could tell, you were telling the truth. You didn’t have any sort of piercings or tattoos. It baffled him.

“I do, yeah. I’m just surprised that you did, considering you don’t strike me as someone who would be interested in such a career, being uh–not having–,” he pointed at his tattooed arm and various piercings on his face and ears.

You smiled warmly at him, not feeling like he was judging you at all, just stating facts. It was refreshing. Normally, people would look down on you and call you a ‘poser’ for your career choice and not having the desire to get any tattoos yourself.

For some reason, you thought he would as well.

You’re glad you were wrong for once.

“Right? Believe it or not, my father is the one that got me interested. He owns the tattoo parlor called ‘Inkphoric’. Have you heard of it?”

He got a sinking feeling upon hearing your answer, as his own dream of being with you slowly started to crack. He’s heard of it, yes. Plenty of times. It’s the one tattoo parlor that Jungkook never shut up about and could only dream of working at one day. And if your father was the owner? That made you his daughter, his legacy. He made the solemn realization that you were perfect, yes, but not for him.

No, you were perfect for his brother, the one you should technically be on a date with right now, believed you actually are with right now, instead of this childish facade.

Jeon Jungkook — the one that was sitting directly behind you and thinking the exact same thing as his brother, with a now sour look on his face upon coming to his own epiphany.

He was beginning to like you, like like you, and that couldn’t happen. Not when Ji-hun liked you first.

*******

Jungkook’s hands were shoved into the pockets of his hoodie, as he brooded behind you and his brother silently. He was going to walk with you and wait until your bus showed up. How chivalrous of him, he thought with unwarranted spite that seemed to come out of nowhere.

Now he was forced to linger awkwardly in the dark, creepy alleyway that wasn’t too far from the bus stop so that he would be able to still hear you both talk.

His head rhythmically banged against the brick wall behind him that he was leaning on. Dead eyes stared at the opposite wall of the alley as he listened to your playful, flirty, banter with his brother.

It made him want to puke.

Absentmindedly, one hand rose up from the warm confines of his hoodie to play with the cross necklace he wore and he couldn’t be more relieved when not even 20 minutes later, he could hear the bus arrive.

He risked peeking around the corner to watch you two say goodbye.

He wished he didn’t.

*******

As the bus came to a complete stop, you gave Jungkook a timid smile.

“So–,”

“That was–,”

You both paused and stared at each other before letting out equally as nervous laughter. He politely waved at you to speak first, small smile on his face.

“I had a good time, Jungkook. Thank you.” You fidgeted with your hands that were clasped in front of you. You debated on whether or not you should go in for the cheek kiss, but was pleasantly surprised when he beat you too it.

Ji-hun let his lips linger on your cheek probably a little longer than necessary, but he just wanted to make sure that he savored this moment and committed it to memory. This would be the first and last time he would kiss you, after all.

As he straightened up again, the bus honked impatiently, seeing as you were the only one the bus driver was waiting for to get on.

“I should go.” You thumbed behind you, awkwardly. You don’t know why, but that small kiss felt weird to you. It made no sense, you having wanted it to happen in the first place. In fact, it was the one major thing you hoped would happen all night.

Did you not like Jungkook as much as you thought you did?

As you went to step up onto the bus, his hand caught your wrist and stopped you. You looked back at him with a look of confusion.

He went to open his mouth, then ended up just closing it and pursing his lips. Shaking his head, he gave you a friendly smile and let you go.

“Just–Can you text me when you get home, please? So I know you arrived safely?”

Your eyes softened at his concern and you nodded your head at his request, giving him a friendly smile of your own.

“I will. Goodnight, Jungkook. You get home safe as well, okay?”

“Okay.”

*******

Jungkook stepped in line next to his brother who watched the bus drive away with a distant look on his face.

“How did it go?” Jungkook asked him warily, noting how stiff his brother’s body currently was beside him.

“JK, for once, don’t play dumb.” His brother’s voice was flat as he spoke.

“I’m not playing dumb, bro. What’s your–,” Ji-hun gave an exasperated groan out of his own sheer disappointment with how the evening turned out not in his favor. When he finally shifted positions to face Jungkook, he saw his brother mindlessly poking his tongue out to play with his lip ring. It was a habit he only ever did when he was anxious or nervous.

He wasn’t stupid. Jungkook knew.

“She’s perfect.”

“That’s good then, right?”

“For you.”

“I’m sorry. What did you just say?” Jungkook’s flabbergasted expression almost had Ji-hun crack a smile. Almost.

“I said–,” Ji-hun placed a hand on one of Jungkook’s shoulders and held it firmly, shaking it lightly as he spoke. “–she’s perfect, yes. But for you. Not me. You know it just as well as I do, even if I know you won’t openly admit it out loud. But that girl? She’s literally the female version of you. It’s scary, honestly.”

Ji-hun’s body involuntarily shivered from the uncanny way you were too like his brother. Even that kiss he gave you, felt like he was kissing his brother, a sibling, and not you. And that’s when he knew for sure, it would never work out between you and him.

Which only meant one thing.

Jungkook’s mouth kept opening as if he wanted to say something, and then closed when he couldn’t think of anything at all to dispel his brother’s revelation.

“Look. Can you just do me a solid, dude?”

“Anything.”

“Please. Please. Just treat her right. Okay? Don’t fuck this up, or I’ll never forgive you for hurting her.” Ji-hun’s eyes narrowed into his brother’s, and if looks could kill? He would be six feet under. Then, he smiled. It was a genuine smile. It freaked Jungkook out.

“I promise.”

*******

Hey! Just letting you know I made it home safely. Thank you again for a wonderful time! Read 9:32 PM

He never replied back. Just left you on read.

As you laid on your bed, cozy and comfy in your blankets, hair wet from the shower you took, you began to think. Or, as some would say, you began to overthink. A bad habit of yours, truly.

The entire date felt off to you.

You didn’t quite know how to explain it, if you’re being honest. You still didn’t know how. The only thing you did know, was you were very much attracted to Jungkook when you first talked with him. But now? You weren’t so sure.

It’s like he lost his confidence. Which, made no sense at all, from all the stories you’ve heard about previous dates he was involved with. All the girls raving how charming, how cool, how dominant and excellent he was in bed. Not that you believed you would end up in his bed by the end of the night or anything, but you’d be lying if you said you never thought of it as being a possibility.

Most of the date, it felt like it was you carrying conversation so it wouldn’t go completely dead silent between you both. He did initiate hand holding, and gave you a kiss, but it was on the cheek. The cheek. Was that code for him to only see you as a friend and nothing more? You heard from the same female sources that he liked spicy ramyeon, the sole reason why you ordered it in the first place, so imagine your surprise when he doesn’t get the spicy version.

Suspicious.

Okay. Maybe that last reasoning could’ve been chalked up to him not being in the mood for anything spicy, you’ll give him that one. But what really had your mind on overdrive was when he spoke about your father’s tattoo parlor. You had asked him if he’s ever been inside the parlor before. His answer baffled you, but you didn’t let it show and played it off coolly.

He told you that he hasn’t. But always wanted too.

Inwardly, your red flag radar started going off. Outwardly, you kept your composure and welcomed when he conveniently decided to change the topic of conversation.

You knew he was lying.

As a matter of fact, you saw him talking with your father about becoming a possible apprentice not even two days ago. Your father and him even sharing stories and laughter as he thumbed through your father’s portfolio. He didn’t know that you were watching them discreetly, hiding behind the black curtain that served as the ‘door’ to get to the more private rooms for VIP clients and/or those who were getting tattooed in more intimate areas.

“What is going on?” Your eyes scanned over the last text one more time, then you decided to just call it a night.

Tomorrow. That’s when you’ll get answers.

*******

Having just made it out of your last class, you began your trek across the long courtyard. It was when you came upon the center crossroads that your feet stopped moving, feeling like deadweights.

You clutched your binder closer to your chest as you stared at the scene that was unfolding in front of you.

There he was, Jungkook. But he wasn’t alone.

An unknown female was leaning against his shoulder as they both laughed together. You would’ve gotten lost in the way his face lit up, one you’ve never seen before, if it wasn’t for the dreadful fact that it was someone else causing it and not you.

Maybe that cheek kiss really was his way of letting you know he only saw you as a friend. Nothing more, nothing less.

You almost went to turn around and head back in the direction you just came from, your appetite long gone since seeing the two apparent, very happy, couple.

But you didn’t.

You wanted answers.

So, steeling your resolve, you walked with confidence up to the two until you were right next to them, but still slightly behind Jungkook so you couldn’t see his face or him see your figure that currently shadowed him. No, it was the female that first locked eyes with you, an arch in her brow in wondering what it was you wanted. Plastering on a fake smile, you greeted them both.

“Jungkook! I haven’t talked with you since our date, how have you been?” You made a point to say the word ‘date’ louder than the rest, pointedly locking your gaze with the unknown female whilst doing so. Now both of her eyebrows flew up into her hairline in confusion. It had you inwardly laughing to yourself.

The male in front of you instantly whipped around upon hearing your voice, and his mouth fell open at your sudden appearance. One he was definitely not ready for. Not yet, at least.

The female looked at Jungkook with a look of perplexion.

“Uh, Ji-hun? Why is she mistaking you for your brother?”

As soon as you heard the word ‘brother’ fall off her lips, did everything suddenly make sense. Your eyes widened in complete shock and your binder loosened in your grip. Your eyes scanned every inch of his body, and now that you were actually looking at him, you came to a sobering conclusion. Just from his bright outfit alone, it should’ve been more than enough telling, considering Jungkook’s wardrobe mainly consisted of dark colors, his favorite being black. And his cross necklace that always seemed to adorn his neck, wasn’t there.

Holy shit. Just like on the date! It completely went over your head that he wasn’t wearing it that night. He always wore that necklace.

Ji-hun could physically see the gears turning in your head as you came to the conclusion he knew would ruin everything. Not for him so much anymore, but for his brother.

Hands coming up to his defense, your mouth began moving a mile a minute.

“Wait. You have a brother?”

The female answered for you.

“Not just any brother, but a twin brother.”

Your lips pursed, as Ji-hun’s flew open to try and remedy the situation as best he could. He cleared his throat and gave his female friend a sincere apologetic look.

“I’m sorry, Tsuki. But maybe we can take a rain check on that study session? I’ll text you later, okay?”

“Sure thing. See you later!” She waved at him with a friendly smile and walked away, immediately getting lost in the cluster of other fellow college students around you that passed by in blurs.

You didn’t waste a second.

“You have a twin brother.” You stated, not questioned. “Jungkook has a twin brother.”

“I–Y/N–Yes.” He gave a defeated sigh and rolled his neck, gripping it with one hand. He could already tell that the weight of this conversation was going to take a toll on his normally drama free lifestyle. Jungkook was right, he should’ve just asked you out on a date as himself.

But, in his defense, he didn’t know that Jungkook was planning to ask you out in the first place. Not that you knew that, of course.

He saw a look of sadness and betrayal flicker across your face, before turning stoic and emotionless.

“Was this all just some kind of sick game for you two? Were you close by that day he asked me out? Did you both pick me out? Did I have a certain look? One that screamed ‘oh, please, pick me to use for your sick mind games and pleasure!’?”

“Y/N, maybe we can go somewhere more private to talk about this? Please? I really want to explain everything, if you’ll let me.”

The guilty look on his face was prominent, he seemed to be beating himself up over this perverse plan. In your own sick way, it made you happy to see him like this. Though it was nothing amounted to way you were currently feeling right now.

“Where’s your brother?” If you were going to have this conversation, you wanted him to be there as well. It was only fair. And you wanted to make sure they gave you the whole truth. Not a fabricated one.

“He’s actually–,” his pointer finger rose, as he pointed off somewhere behind you.

Your head whipped around so quick, you nearly gave yourself whiplash.

There he was in all his beautiful, chaotic, glory.

Jeon Jungkook.

And just like that, all those feelings came back like on that day he asked you out.

*******

They sat in front of you looking like a pair of kids about to get scolded by their parents.

You were sitting on the opposite side of the park picnic bench with your hands folded in front of you on top. Your school supplies laid in a neat pile on the empty space of the bench beside you.

Your eyes flitted between them, brain still registering that there was two of them. How did you not realize after all this time that Jungkook had a twin?! Granted, you didn’t know much about him other than what you heard from others. Still, you figured that important piece of information would’ve come up somehow, but apparently not. Much to your dismay, and utter disbelief.

“Y/N–,” Ji-hun.

“Y/N–,” Jungkook.

Both brothers began speaking at the same time, looking at each other with equally as guilty looks and having a silent conversation with their eyes on who should speak first.

It was Jungkook.

“If you’re going to be mad at anyone, y/n, be mad at me. I’m the one that orchestrated this whole thing. Ji-hun had no idea that I was planning on asking you out on a date for him.”

“You asked me out, as you, only to switch places with your brother on the actual date? Why?”

Ji-hun spoke up next.

“Because I liked you. He saw I was having trouble with asking you out myself, and decided to take it upon himself to do it for me in his own way.” Ji-hun admitted quietly, but loud enough for you to hear as he stared at the wood bench in front of him.

Your brows rose into your hairline at his confession, then your face settled back into a neutral one.

“You liked me? Since when? I don’t recall ever talking with you, so how did these feelings develop?” You asked incredulously.

Ji-hun’s entire being deflated in front of you when he realized that you didn’t remember the night of the party. He should’ve figured as much, with the many amounts of alcohol you consumed, but his hopeless romantic heart clouded his brain.

Jungkook gave his brother a look of sympathy, his hand coming in between the junction of his neck and shoulder in a light grip, as he massaged it gently. He knew this was the origin story of you both, and for you not to even remember it, he knows is a huge blow for his brother.

The interaction between the two brother’s was as if they just found out a loved one had died. And, in a sense, maybe that was true. Not a physical person, persay, but the idea of a love.

Locking his gaze with you, Ji-hun started telling you of the story when you two first met. How intoxicated you were that you could barely take two steps without tripping over yourself, how he stopped a guy from trying to take advantage of your inebriated state and got in his first fight. Though he says it didn’t last long, and no punches were landed by the dude cause he was worse than you were. He told you how he helped you into the bathroom cause you said you needed to throw up, and he held your hair back until you were done. He told you how you two talked about anything and everything on that dirty bathroom floor, him dumping his drink of choice from his red solo cup in order to fill it with sink water when you refused to let him leave your side to get a water bottle for you instead.

It wouldn’t be until Jungkook found you two sitting on the floor of that bathroom, did they both get you back to your place safely. You being coherent enough to call your roommate at the times number and her agreeing to come pick you up. They both sat on either side of you, as you all waited on the front porch steps of the random house party for your roommate to arrive. Once she did, both brother’s took up one side of you, yet again, to get you up and inside the car.

The roommate proceeded to thank them for their kindness and Ji-hun even said he gave her his number to give to you. He assumes she never did, considering he never did hear back from you after that night.

You held your head in shame in the palms of your hands, groaning from embarrassment. You did remember that night, vaguely. It mostly came to you in flashes, but the person who was with you always seemed to be conveniently blurred or just cut out from those memories to the point of you not having a clue who they were.

She never did give you any number.

And you wonder if that would’ve made a difference today.

Butterfly effect and all.

“I’m so sorry, Ji-hun. For putting you through that night. You were nothing but sweet, and I was just a hot ass mess.”

Even though you should still technically be fuming over this whole thing, you couldn’t help but share a second of genuine gratitude and sincerity for his chivalrous actions with you that night. He could’ve done anything, and you would’ve been none the wiser, but he didn’t. It goes to show just how good of a person he truly was. You just wished you felt the same for him as he did for you.

And maybe you could of, in another life.

“Don’t worry about it, y/n. If there’s one thing this whole debacle has taught me, is to look for the silver lining. And I did.”

“You did?” Both you and Jungkook echoed at him in unison, eyes briefly meeting for a second before returning on Ji-hun.

“I did. It’s that you’re perfect for this idiot right here.” He thumbed to his side at Jungkook, who swatted the insinuation away with his hand, cheeks beginning to turn red of their own accord. It didn’t stop his brother from explaining his reasoning further.

With each reason, he held one finger up.

“You both like spicy food. You both are messy eaters. You both have a passion for drawing. And you both have a dream of becoming a tattoo artist. Need I go on?” He looked between you two with an air of ‘go on, tell me otherwise’. “Oh and don’t get me started on how much he rants about your father–,” Ji-hun throws his head back in exaggeration, as Jungkook once again uses his hand to swat the back of Ji-hun’s head to shut him up.

This had you chuckling softly, shoulders bouncing from the action as you covered your mouth to hide the smile that was threatening to come out any second.

Jungkook cleared his throat in order to gain your attention again. Unlike his normal persona he always puts on, right now in front of you, he seemed to be a completely new person. He fidgeted nervously with the cross necklace that hung around his neck with one hand, his tattooed, ring clad fingers tapped out a random beat on the table with his other hand.

“Look–I’m not good with this whole feelings thing, okay?” He started off with a look of what you could only describe as being flustered.

“He’s really not.” Ji-hun quipped in.

Jungkook glared at his twin, who just rolled his eyes in return.

“I’ve never been one to actually take a relationship seriously.”

“Yeah, I know.” This time it came from you, which had him gaping at you in disbelief. Ji-hun snickered at your words with inward glee at his brother’s obvious discomfort.

Sucking in a sharp breath, Jungkook attempts to center himself, closing his eyes for a second, before opening them back up with fierce determination.

“I like you, okay? You don’t know this, but I was there when you were on your date with my brother. You just couldn’t see me.”

You gave a ‘what the fuck?’ look, and mouthed it at the same time. Jungkook rose his hands in defense.

“I swear, I was solely there just in case he needed an out and the date went terribly. Otherwise, I wasn’t going to intervene.”

“Okay. I’m sorry, but this is taking way too long and I have an exam in like two hours I need to prepare for. So—,” Ji-hun stood up abruptly and walked behind Jungkook to place his hands firmly on his shoulders, eyes boring into yours with his next question.

“Y/N, do you like my brother? Yes or no.”

“Uh–,” your eyes blinked, brain trying to register the fast paced way he spoke. “Yes…?”

“Good. And we all know that you, dear brother, like y/n. Yes?” Jungkook nods his head, playing with his lip ring anxiously, as he bores a hole into the table with his eyes, refusing to look at you.

Clapping his hands together, he picks his backpack back up and slides his arms through the holes to secure it on his back.

“Perfect. Now you two hash that out, and I’ll be on my way. I’m sure I’ll see you again soon, y/n. Also, once again, we’re truly sorry for this whole thing. But don’t worry, my brother knows if he hurts you that I won’t hesitate to kick his ass. Okay, bye!” He waves at you both with a vibrant smile, as he begins walking backwards. Pivoting in his sneakers, he begins the trek to the campus library, effectively leaving you two alone.

“He does realize that I never actually said if I forgive you two or not, right?” You asked warily.

Sighing defeatedly, Jungkook rubs the side of his neck.

“He knows. This is just how he is, he hates confrontation. Like me, but at least I stick through it until the end.”

“I’ll give you points for that one.”

“Thanks.”

An awkward silence befalls you both, as you do your best to stare at any and everything other than each other. You may have admitted openly that you both like one another, but you were still upset with him.

Standing up, you gathered your own school supplies. Jungkook just watched you silently.

“Come on. Let’s go.”

He eyed you nervously, confused.

“I owe you one for ruining your jacket, so just trust me. Okay?”

You were going to bring him with you to your father’s studio and give him an in depth tour. Maybe, if you’re feeling nice, you’ll even introduce him to your father as a ‘good friend’ to get him on your father’s good side, but we’ll see.

His response was to stand up as well, standing next to you, but at a healthy distance. Considering he wasn’t in college, he didn’t have any school supplies to grab. The only reason he was on campus was to see his brother, and inadvertently, he ended up seeing you as well. Not that it bothered him, he preferred talking it out now rather than prolonging the inevitable.

“I can—,” he gestured awkwardly to your binder and backpack, his way of asking if he could carry anything for you.

“I’m not helpless, Jungkook. I can carry my own things.” You tried to stay serious as you spoke, but when you saw the way he curled into himself at your reply, you gave up the tough girl act and shoved your binder into his chest with a shit eating grin. “I’m just playing, Jungkook, don’t get your panties in a twist.”

He scoffed at you, binder safely secured and tucked underneath his arm as he walked beside you.

“For the record, y/n?” You ‘hmmed’ in response looking ahead of you, he continued. “I know you’re more than capable of doing things on your own. It’s one of the many things I find extremely sexy about you.”

“Oh.”

He smirked at your flustered response, lightly knocking his elbow against yours playfully.

“You’re cute when you blush.”

“Shut up.”

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