frandeg

[5amaris]

since I mentioned AN on this blog already and it's getting real close, I did a quick costest of c!Quackity again since I now have my Las Nevadas merch and figured there's no harm in posting it here !!

[biohazard-inevitable]

This is just a small self insert drabble fic rewrite of the scene where Astarion first drinks your blood except its me and my self insert and him and it gets a little bit horny at the end, no sex, but very homo-erotic blood sucking and heavy flirting, i kinda went off the rails towards the end lol,

This is just pure self indulgence , so dont like dont read!!!

At first, Astarion hadn’t thought much of his tiefling companion. He held the all too familiar air of a haughty nobleman, and he most certainly held the naivety of one with the way his bright smile shone towards others, regardless of situation. A pillar of charisma trying to woo his way into the hearts of others to gain something, a mere act that the vampire knew all too well. He was certain that false curtain would fall the very moment he found out the truth about his new companion, the secrets that lay behind the pale elf’s sealed lips and the eternal hunger that was wrought upon him.

He spoke lie after lie behind a docile grin to gain the tiefling’s trust, eventually beginning to call him by his name, Zayne, rather than “the tiefling” as it became more apparent that they would have to travel together to find some sort of answer for the parasite wriggling behind their eyes, though he was thankful that Zayne hadn’t probed into his mind even though he very well could have. It was a subtly decency that Astarion hadn’t quite expected of the cunning noble, but a decency he was thankful for regardless.

Although it all seemed to be going quite smoothly, the vampire’s hunger grew, and not being accustomed to spending nights near so many defenseless warm bodies left him feeling more than a little curious about what the blood of a thinking creature would be like. He had only ever dined on beasts previously, but never something that could talk back to him, or gods forbid beg him for mercy. Though he knew his temptations would only be his downfall, as certainly nobody would trust him if they discovered him, let alone found him drinking from one of the party members, but Astarion’s curiosity only grew in his resistance to the matter, until he couldn’t resist any longer.

Zayne had become the unofficial leader of the group, so drinking from him would be either the best plan of action or the worst. The others were more twitchy, more likely to wake certainly, but a nobleman? They could sleep through anything, at least he hoped as he quietly crept over towards the tiefling’s sleeping form by the waning coals of the fire, knowing that if he was discovered he’d certainly have a stake through his heart or worse, a slow agonizing death by the hand of the powerful mage. The best option was to be quick and gentle, and hope to the gods that he didn’t wake, as Astarion’s curiosity became far too much for him to ignore any longer.

Too unfortunately for him then was the crinkling of distress and hiscomfort from the nobleman’s face as his tail lashed about in his sleep, rousing himself from a nightmare while Astarion’s bright ivory fangs hovered mere inches from the man’s neck. Crimson red eyes swiftly flicked upwards to meet with ethereal blue irises hovering in their inky abyss of a sclera, wide in shock and most certainly horror as the gentle moonlight glinted off of Astarion’s fangs which he quickly withdrew, shrinking back on himself with a soft curse under his breath before panic rose to batter at his chest and he frantically began backing up.

“I-its not what it looks like I swear!” Asterion stammered, hands flying up to brace himself for an attack that never came, his eyes sheepishly avoiding any contact other than that of the ground’s gaze lest he anger the tiefling any further.

“A vampire, how facinating…” Came the calm, almost light-hearted tone as Zayne stood to face Astarion. “You know, I had my suspicions about what you may be hiding from me, but I would have never guessed a vampire was what you were!”

“I’m really, really sorry, I wont hurt you, honest! I-I’ll even pack up and leave so I won’t bother you again just please- please let me go and you’ll never have to see me again, I swear it!” He grovelled, tears quivering around the corners of his eyes out of fear and humiliation.

“I’m not going to do anything to you.” The nobleman spoke softly, with that same gentle grace he treated so many others with, cautiously stepping closer as if the vampire would startle like a newborn fawn. “You can still leave if you want, or, stay, and if you need to, you’ree free to have a bite.”

“Wh- really?” Astarion flubbered, hesitantly peering upwards finally at the tiefling’s gentle smile as he searched for any hint of deceit, though he found none. “You’re not going to drive a stake through my heart or bear a cross and scream holy verses at me until I hiss and run to cower in the shadows?”

“Now why would I do that to such a pretty thing like yourself?” Purred the tiefling, his tail swishing softly behind him not too dissimilar to a feline’s swish of curiosity. “Besides, surely you realize what I am? I’m no stranger to dealings of the darker kind.”

It was in that moment that it finally clicked for Astarion, all the spells and the way the nobleman held himself, the things he recognized and the charasmatic nature, he was a warlock, not merely a simple mage. Part of his soul likely belonged to some terrible beast from the hells, and yet he carried himself like he was pure and innocent. Perhaps it would be best to string this man along, make him feel like he’s got everything firgured out while Astarion stayed one step ahead at all times, guaranteeing that he would remain a powerful pawn instead of becoming a dangerous enemy.

Quickly, Astarion attempted to compose himself, straightening up slowly from his feeble cower to stand with what little regality he still held as he continued to converse with the nobleman.

“I see, well, sorry to have awakened you- um, that offer for a bite was merely metaphorical, was it not?” Astarion laughed awkwardly as his wrists fell in a loose gesture, his deep crimson eyes still unwavering from Zayne’s neck as he spoke, deool building up and wetting his tongue, forcing him to swallow to keep his hunger at bay. “I mean, surely you wouldnt want to be seen fraternizing with blood leaking from your neck, right?”

“Oh you’re so sweet, actually pretending to back off once I woke up.” Cooed the tiefling as his steps continued cliser, a clawed fingertip threatening just beneath his chin, tilting hit upwards to meet his gaze. “But yes, that offer is still on the table. We’ve been traveling for quite some time, and if I’m not mistaken, you haven’t fed in a while. Surely you must be so exhausted.”

It was true, Astarion realized with the familiar painful twang of his lethargic body, practically screaming for him to tackle the man in front of him and drain him for all he was worth. He was too close, far too close, his breath ghosting upon Astarion’s own neck and for a moment, he himself felt the prey cornered by the predator, a position he wasn’t entirely unused to, but one he certainly wasn’t expecting from anyone else.

A soft blush rose to his cheeks as the tiefling moved in closer, his neck tilting to bare itself towards him and Astarion felt it even harder to resist, his hands raising to grip onto the tiefling’s shoulders like a desperate vice as he tried to hold his focus on the tail that swished back and forth like a hunting cat’s.

“Go on, you’re free to bite if you need.”

“W-why are you letting me do this, theres got to be a catch…”

“Mm, I guess I just thought you were cute, so I wouldn’t mind, plus, it’ll make you stronger, a better fighter for me, I dont see the harm in it.”

“I could drain you dry you know, kill you on the spot.”

A soft shuddering gasp escaped Astarion’s throat as he felt those clawed fingertips softly tighten around the curls at his nape.

“Oh I’ll make sure you won’t. I know how much you want this.”

And he was right, Astarion wanted this more than anything, and finally, he caved.

Leaning forward his fangs brushed cautiously against the tiefling’s neck as they sesrched for the right artery, eventually finding it and plunging just deep enough to puncture, but gentle enough as not to sever as the blood bubbled up to the surface and Astarion’s lips locked tightly around the wound as he began to suckle the contents from the noble’s willing neck, still confused as to why he was allowing this but grateful nonetheless as he continued to feed until he was unceremoniously yanked backwards before he could entirely loose himself to the taste.

“Easy now, I’m staring to get a bit woosy now, but that felt good. And I’m sure it was for both of us.”

Astarion could do nothing but solemnly swallow what was left in his mouth as a small dribble rolled down his chin, the tiefling quickly swiping his thumb over it with a cheeky grin as he released Astarion from his grip.

“You’re free to have more though, some other night when I’m not as drained.” He spoke with a sly wink, turning to leave Astarion and head back to his bedroll. “I’m sure we’ll both enjoy it even more next time.”

Astarion’s face burned at the implication, and as hunger continued to gnaw at him from within, he couldn’t help but feverishly wonder just what he had gotten himself into.

[hajimine]

hi i’m sorry if i’m being a nuisance but may i request what osamu, iwaizumi, matsukawa, and bokuto would react to their s/o asking them to cradle their face??? thank you!!!

➵ THE HAIKYUU BOYS WHEN THEIR S/O CRADLE THEIR FACE IN THEIR HANDS

characters: iwaizumi hajime, bokuto kōtarō, miya osamu, matsukawa issei

a/n: such a cute request omg,, i changed the prompt a teeny bit to their s/o cradling their face without warning instead of asking hehe hope u dont mind <3

✿ 𝐈𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐌𝐈’s eyebrows shot up to his forehead, surprise evident in his eyes. “b-babe? what are you doing?” a bright red flush blooms on the apples of his cheeks, he was caught off guard by your actions. you smile brightly at him but gave him no response. iwa grumbles, “give me a warning next time, one of these days you’re seriously gonna give me a heart attack.” but despite his words, he leans into your touch, eyelids fluttering shut as he enjoys the warmth of your palms. he fiddles with the loose thread on your—his—sweater with one hand, his other hand lightly gripping your hip, slowly tugging you closer to himself. “you’re too damn cute, can’t stay mad at you for long.” he exhales loudly, the smile tugging on the corner of his lips betraying the annoyed tone of his voice.

✿ 𝐁𝐎𝐊𝐔𝐓𝐎 tilted his head to the side, staring up at you with his large golden eyes. “hm? what’s this for bub?” you grin, squeezing his cheeks lightly, making his lips jut out like a pufferfish. “nothin’, just wanna appreciate your face.” at this, bokuto brightens up, eyes glimmering under the lights. his hands make their way to your waist, pulling you close so that his body is flush against yours. “if you wanna appreciate my face then you should kiss me instead.” he grins, cheeks still smooshed between your hands. before you could utter out another word, he presses a short kiss on your lips, the grin on his lips widening when you gasp in surprise. his pale complexion emphasized the light flush on his cheeks when he pulls away. “mm i don’t think you’ve appreciated it enough though, one more?”

✿ 𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐔 squints suspiciously at you, pursing his lips. “d’ya need anythin’? i feel like you’re gonna ask me to do something weird.” you fight the urge to pull away and smack him on the chest, opting to roll your eyes instead. “no, ‘samu. i just wanted to love you, is that not allowed?” osamu stutters, cheeks growing warmer by the second. he still maintains eye contact despite the furious blush on his face. “i never said that, don’tcha look at me like that.” he slips his hand under your shirt, tracing the soft skin of your waist with his thumb. he clasps his hand loosely behind your back, closing the gap between you and him. “‘course yer allowed to love me baby.” osamu leans in, leaving a small peck on the tip of your nose before chuckling, “next time it’s gonna be my turn though.”

✿ 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐀𝐖𝐀 was sitting on the couch watching netflix when you cradle his face in your hands. a lopsided grin graces his lips, “is this a new tiktok trend or something?” you laugh, shaking your head. he’s usually more up to date with the trends than you, if you’re being honest. “nope. i just wanted to hold you.” mattsun raises an eyebrow at you and chuckles. he runs his large palms up and down the sides of your thighs, giving them a tight squeeze. “is that so, angel?” he whispers, a teasing glint in his dark irises. mattsun hums, tugging your wrist gently so that you’re sitting on his lap. he shifts his head slightly to press a kiss on the palm of your hand, inhaling your scent. he sighs softly, letting himself melt under your warm touch, “then take as much time as you want.”

writing masterlist | requesting rules

[fwkei]

How can you be so warm in a place so cold?

Izana x reader (fluff-angst) 

WC: 3.3k

CW/TW: Mentions of alcohol, mentions of abuse, mentions of drugs, mentions of blood. 

AN: made this take place right before the battle between Toman and Tenjiku, No spoilers. Explanation at the end of the story just incase you dont understand 

hey guys, thanks so much on the support/feedback on my last work. I appreciate it sm, and thank you for 5 followers 🥳 love yall fr. ANYWAYS, heres something i just made I hope you enjoy, and again i did not proof read this so I apologize for any mistakes, enjoy!

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“....Do you remember it?”

He felt his body go cold….cold like that one night..That one night when he met you. 

The air felt sharp against the skin on your face. But this feeling comforted you in a way. Although it wasn't much, you looked forward to this part of your day, where you could just think and not worry for a couple of hours. 

You fisted your hands inside your pockets to create some sort of friction and warmth. You nuzzled your chin and mouth under your thick zipped up jacket that was a little too big on you when the park you always come to came into view. 

You looked down at your feet when suddenly you heard the squeak of a moving chain, you looked up. To see a boy sitting on one of the swings, slightly swaying back and forth. 

Your eyes softened at the sadden look on his face, and so you sat on the swing right next to him, taking your hands out of your pocket to hold onto the cold chains. He looked down at his dangled feet, and you only looked out into the scenery, debating on what you should say to the young boy.

He was small but still a little bigger than you. His skin was tan and had light pale hair. He seemed upset, maybe even angry. You hadn't even noticed that your gaze completely turned to him. You saw his hands that were resting on his thighs, moving up to grip the chains of the swing as he looked over at you with his cat-like irises. His eyes, they captivated you. They were a color you had never seen before. A lavender. A really soft and beautiful lavender. 

You two held eye contact for a good two minutes. When one of you suddenly decided to speak. 

“What are you doing out here this late?” he asked in a slightly irritated tone still keeping eye contact with you 

“I’m waiting for my mom to finish with work..” you said looking back out 

“Then why don’t you just go home. You shouldn't be out here.” he said swaying a bit

“But..I’m always out here, and I don't consider that place a home.” you said swaying with him on your swing 

You saw anger and frustration fill the boy's eyes. His eyebrows furrowed, and grip tightened on the chains as he looked at you with hate.

“Do you realize how spoiled you sound? You have a mom and a house. That you can go home to whenever you want. And you’re wanted! There's no reason for you to be out here and act like you’re miserable! Just go away!” he yelled at you 

He expected you to cry, frown, get angry, give at least some sort of reaction, and it angered him that his words didn't bother you. Your eyes still softly looked into his. Eyes with a hint of pity. It angered him even more. Just as he was about to speak and yell again. He gritted his teeth and stopped himself when he saw you look down. 

“That's not it..at all.” you said watching your feet dangle over the thin layer of snow 

“Then what is it?” he asked jumping out of his swing and standing in front of yours 

“Why do you want to know?” you asked looking up slightly at him making his breath hitch in confusion 

“Because..” he said getting quiet and realizing his outburst was rude

“What is your name?” you asked, stepping out of your seat to stand in front of him face to face, him only a few centimeters taller than you. 

“I..Izana..” he said finally getting a good and close look into your eyes 

He felt his eyes soften. He felt pity. He felt bad. He now knew he was wrong about you, everything he assumed was completely wrong. Izana could see the hurt in your eyes, he could tell you were going through a lot, and you could tell the same with him. He backed away slightly once he saw you smile.

He felt his heartbeat stop for a moment seeing it. How could you smile right now? Why would you smile right now? After his hurtful words...After what you were going through at home..why?

“My name is Y/n. I’m 10.” you said holding out your hand to the boy with a shocked face 

“10 too..” he said slowly, bringing his hand to grasp yours..

He felt his body warm up and mouth part. Your hand was warm, so warm and soft despite the cold air and chains that touched you. It confused him.

 How can you be so warm in a place so cold, Y/n? 

Izana thought to himself.

“Your hands are cold...here take my gloves...I don’t use them anyway. Do you come to this park a lot? I’ve never seen you here before..” you asked, reaching further into your pockets and taking out a pair of dark red knitted gloves and handing it to the boy in front of you. Looking into his eyes, waiting for a response.

“Thank..you...and you consider this a park? It’s just 2 swings under a streetlight..” he said softly taking the gloves from your hands gently

“Do you not? I thought it was..nice even though it’s not much, I come here every night.” you said

“You don’t get bored of it?” he asked 

“It’s the best it’s ever gonna get for me.” you said tucking your hands into your sleeves 

Izana’s mouth parted at your words. He knows you were going through something but what? Why was someone like you settling for something so...bad? Izana knew nothing about you except for the fact that you were overly nice. Overly nice to the point where it made him calm down.

“I can uh.. I can..take you to a better park! I know a place! Do you wanna come with me?” he asked bringing his arms to grasp you wrists tight making you surprised

Your eyes traced his face as a small smile grew on your face. Izana felt his face warm up at seeing you smile. It made him feel...good. Really good. It made him feel wanted. And he wanted to see you do it more often. He didn't even realize that because of your smile, a smile grew on his face as well. After a couple of seconds of looking into each others eyes, again...your eyes closed giving him a closed eyed smile as you said with a soft laugh-

“I do.” 

Izana let out a scoff of excitement as his eyes traveled down to your hands. Letting go of your wrists and lowering one of his hands to hold your hand tight. He looked back into your eyes with a different look. A look where you finally saw light in his eyes, and it made them that much more beautiful. 

“Okay. Don’t let go, just run with me.” he said as he started to walk and look back at you waiting for your reassurance 

“Okay.” you smiled bringing your other hand to hold your hat as you two started to run against the cold wind

The cold wind hit your eyes, making you squint. Occasionally Izana would look back at you while running to make sure you were okay, and it really was one of the best sights of your life. Seeing his slightly flushed face from the cold wind looking back at you with a soft and small grin and messy bangs spread across his face. It made your eyes widen and your face relax. He is so pretty when he smiles. You wanted to see him smile more often, it made you feel loved.

The running turned to jogging, the jogging turned to fast walking, and that turned to slow steps. You two stood in front of the park, with your hands still intertwined. You pushed up your hat that was blocking your view slightly and looked up to a park. A park with 2 slides, 4 swings, monkey bars, rods, and all sorts of things. With bright and warm lights shining over it… There was grass instead of cement, colorful benches instead of dirt covered stools, and  families with children instead of people with drugs. You felt the excitement grow all across your body. Your mouth opened as you let out a gasp of happiness. Your face flushed because of the overwhelming feeling. And Izana watched all of it. Didn’t blink once when looking at your happy face. 

“Cmon! Let’s go and play!” you said gripping his hand tighter before letting go and running to the park

“Yeah!’ he said running after you with a big smile plastered across his face 

Hour’s went by, but it only felt like a couple of minutes. You two let your minds run wild, pretending you lead a crew of pirates who had to fight against fish people, to running a spaceship that was battling against aliens, to pretending that the floor was some type of acid that could kill you making you two crawl around the apparatus like spiders till both of your minds and bodies grew tired. 

You two had played so much to the point where the cold snowy air didn't even feel cold, but like an AC on a hot summer day. You sat on your legs under the apparatus, while Izana sat the same way, but was playing with the grass on the ground. You watched his fingers fiddle with the green strings. You wanted to ask something, but couldn't seem to put your thoughts into words. 

“Izana-” you said looking at him, waiting for his eyes to meet yours 

“Yes?” he said looking at you 

“....Can we be friends?” you asked rubbing your hands waiting for his answer 

His eyes widened..you wanted him. Not only did you want him, but you wanted to be friends with him, be beside him, be with him. It made his heart feel weird, almost fuzzy. 

“Yeah! Let’s be friends.” he said smiling making you smile too

“What about you? Do you have a home?” you asked 

“No..I uh..I don’t. I don't have a family.” he signed deciding to keep back his sob story 

“Don’t worry, I get it. You can talk to me about it whenever we’re together again.” you said 

“When will we be together again?” he asked tilting his head 

“I don't know..but...I’ll always be at those swings, everyday. And when we get older..we can do other stuff in other places..like go to the beach..and bowling..you know?” you said smiling while counting things on your fingers 

“Yeah okay..sounds fun..Y/n..I can’t wait till we get older!” he said smiling making you laugh a little bit  

“Same!” you said 

Both of your heads quickly turned when hearing an angry man scream, a scream you knew far too well. 

“Damn it! You stupid little girl! Is this where you’ve been?! Huh?!” you both heard the male scream 

“Who is that? Who is he talking to?” asked Izana keeping his eyes on the man as he walked closer and closer 

“No..oh no..I’m late..” you said in a shaky voice 

“What?” asked Izana 

“Duck and hide. Izana please..” you whispered quickly gathering all of you stuff and crawling out from under the apparatus 

Izana had never in his life seen such a terrified face. Your eyes were wide, and your hands were shaking...but not from the cold, but from pure fear. Usually Izana would protest at orders thrown so suddenly at him by people...but the way your voice and whole energy changed within a split second made Izana shut up and listen to you. He ducked under the piece of plastic, Hiding himself while still letting his eye poke out to see you. 

“I’m sorry…” you said walking over to the man quickly looking down 

“Look at me when you speak to me.” he said when suddenly you felt a harsh and sharp slap against your cheek causing your head to turn to the side. You brought your hand to your cheek, while turning back to look at the man. Izana’s mouth parted in shock and disgust. Just as he was about to run out, you spoke again. 

“I’m sorry, it won’t happen again.” you said 

“Damn right it won’t happen again! You think I like it when your whore mother calls me late at night telling me how ‘our’ kid isn’t home yet?! A kid I never wanted but I have to worry about?! Jesus fucking Christ. Bad shit always has to happen to good guys huh? I just wanted a fuck but this is what I get. he said as you grind your teeth in anger 

“I’m sorry.” you said again bowing 

Izana’s heart was beating so hard..he could feel it right against his ear. The amount of guilt and pity he was feeling was unbearable, he wanted so desperately to just get up and just defend you, in any way he could, and so he tried to change his position to get ready to run out and help you. But as he did so, his foot hit the halo metal causing a quiet bang, but since the street was quiet it could be heard. Loud enough for the angry drunk man with a bottle of alcohol in his hand to hear. Izana stopped dead in his tracks, and your eyes widened in fear.  

“Are you..Are you with someone?” he asked in an angry and deep voice as he started to walk towards the sound

“No! It’s just the rabbit I found! I was feeding it under the slide because that’s where the most full grass is! It probably just ran away.” you said spilling out lies on the spot with scared eyes desperately hoping he would believe you.

“Yeah yeah, I don't care about your little rabbit. Now c'mon start walking, I wanna buy a beer before taking you back.” he said, slightly pushing you, making you lose your balance slightly as your father walked in front of you. 

You took a deep breath of relief, as you started to walk you looked back seeing Izana had crawled out slightly, just enough for you to see him, and for him to see you. You saw he had eyes filled with worry and fear, you didn't want him to worry, truly. Because the night you had just spent with him...made your day...actually the rest of your life. And so you gave a soft smile and waved before placing your hands back into your pockets and turning your head forward. 

Izana could only watch you walk away in confusion, in anger, in sadness, in every emotion there was. He could understand that you two were different sides of the same coin. And it honestly hurt him. Hurt him so greatly to the point where he swore to himself that he would do anything he can to not just see you smile, but to keep you safe. 

And there was no way on earth he could fail at that, no way he would let you sacrifice your body for his well being like you had just done, no way he would let himself...right?

“When we first met...Do you remember it?” you asked looking into his eyes that were now filled with tears 

He felt his body go cold….cold like that one night..That one night when he met you. 

He couldn't respond, and only nodded his head, as his thumb wiped the blood that spilled from the side of your lips 

“Wasn’t it fun?” you asked smiling 

“It was.” he responded feeling his heart ache at your smile 

“It was the best day of my life.” you said feeling a lump in your throat 

“We can talk about that day later, let’s go to the hospital right now, okay?” he said holding his hand over your bloody wounds 

“I think this is it, Izana.” you said laughing a bit as he shook his head ‘no’ at your words 

“Don’t talk like that, please don’t talk like that.” he said, holding back his sobs, making his words come out shaky. 

“Do you remember what I asked you? About wanting to be friends?” you asked bringing your hand up to lift his chin 

He didn’t respond with words, but the frown on his face, grew, letting you know he did. Of course he did. Izana would never forget a moment between you two. 

“What I really wanted to...say back then was...that I liked you, but we were only so small, and as...I grew up with you, I realized it was more. Sound’s kinda cliche right? Was it the same with you?” you said in between pauses of pain.

“Y/n stop making this sound like a goodbye, I won’t let it be a goodbye, okay?!” he yelled out of frustration, but again, you showed no reaction, like before when he first lashed out on you. It made his eyes soften when realizing the poison you two were in, was just like years before. Just like when you first met. 

At the park, with 2 swings, and 1 street light shining over it. 

Suddenly, all the thoughts in his head were stopped when he felt your embrace. Your arms wrapped under his arms and around his upper stomach, and you cheek against his collarbone and neck. He was hesitant, his arms still hovering over yours, not hugging you back yet. But you didn't mind.  

“Don’t worry, I get it.” said slightly nuzzling yourself into him, breathing in his scent which you loved so much.

“I-”

Izana felt his heart beat so slowly.. at the familiar words you were speaking. But they were different from before, this time, you didn’t talk about being in his future...like you did before. His arms were still refusing to hug you back. His mouth still refusing to accept and return your love. 

“How do you think things would’ve been?

“Y/n..”

“Do you think we would've ended up together, and had a family? Like a type of family we never had?”  

“Y/n please..”

The feeling in your throat became stronger. You frowned and bit your inner cheek to keep in your sobs 

“How can you be so warm in a place so cold, Izana?” 

You heard Izana’s breath hitch at your words. His head slowly and hesitantly rested on yours, as you felt hot tears coat your scalp. And his arm’s fell to his sides, still refusing the fact that this is a goodbye.

But why was he refusing? He could’ve easily grabbed you and ran to the hospital. But instead he didn’t. He couldn’t. Because he knew deep down that it was already too late. Your body was cold. So cold, it was unsettling. Because your body was never cold. You were always warm, you were home for Izana. Izana knew if he tried to make it to the hospital, it would make his final moments with you a waste. 

So what was he doing? He doesn’t know himself...All he knew was that he wanted to be with you till the end, but a part of him couldn't accept that this was in fact...the end for you two. 

“Please don’t leave.” he said in a shaky tone against your head

“I’m sorry.” you said feeling the hot tears that were congested in your eyes, finally fall out

“Don’t say that…” he said 

“Izana?” you said fighting against your sobs 

“Yes?” he said 

“I love you. And I always have.” you said smiling as you felt your final breaths.

Izana felt your grip on him loosen, and just as it did, he brought his arms and wrapped them over your cold body. 

You felt it, you felt his embrace, and you heard him scream that he loves you back, You heard and felt it all. But you couldn't let him know that you did. You couldn't even keep your smile as you took your final breaths. But you did feel the hot tears run across your cheek. And down to your neck, as he cried and screamed in regret. 

HIs body, still so warm..so warm against something so cold.

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Explanation SPOILER HERE FOR TENJIKU ARC: BASICALLY, Y/n died before the battle against Toman, it’s not in the ff(as to who killed y/n) because i wanted the reader to have some control, but in this ff I made it so that Y/ns death was another reason for Izana to wanna take down Toman and Mikey, so as i was making this i had the imagine that Kisaki would be to kill or have someone else kill Y/n to make Izana even more unstable and easier to manipulate, hence the whole fight thing so yeah lmao. Izana and Y/n thought of each other as home, and fell in love with the feeling of being with each other i guess? BUT in the end, Izana thinks he’s too late, and thinks that Y/n didnt hear/feel him, which just makes him even more frustrated and angry, so he feels guilty and ends up taking that out on others and taking loved ones from others too (hence being a motive for ordering for emma ot be killed) sorry if this is confusing 

[bloodycassian]

Wolf and Dove - 

Aged up - slightly non cannon Bella x Leah fic. Leah turns and ghosts Bella. Angst. Longer!

Leah’s eyes revealed a new, sharper world. The greens that shaped the world around her were a million different shades, ones that she’d never seen before. She could hear a stream in the distance trickling, hundreds of bird calls far off and deep in the forest. Her body was sore, like she had spent an entire day working out. Like how she felt after Sam had left, the body aches and cramps wracked her body violently. 

She tried to look to her hands, only to see the ground. The familiar, warm welcoming ground that called her downwards. And there were not hands, but paws. Silver grey and whites mixed together, following a marble pattern up her body. Her head spun. A whimper came from deep inside her chest, anguish building inside her. Panic spread through body, tensing her muscles, the urge to run was overwhelming but she wasn’t sure how to in this form. 

Then there was a voice, in her head. “Great, now I’m extra crazy.” She thought, her vision searching every inch of the forest around her. Looking for some familiar color, anything normal to latch on to.

“Youre not, I promise.” The voice -his voice- was a slap to the face. Her stomach dropped, and she meant to scream, but a howl responded, ripping through her throat and out her new body.

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Bella hadn’t stopped calling. Guilt ate at Leah’s gut, making her even more tired than she already was. Leah’s brother Seth stood at the phone, as usual when she got home. “Third week in a row, Leah…” he held the phone out to her, his gangly arm looked very breakable in that moment. She bit back her anger. “What exactly are you planning to do about this?!” Seth called, slamming the phone back down when Leah stode past him to her room. She locked the door behind her, while the tears silently slid down her cheeks. 

Bella’s face was painted behind her eyelids the entire night. Never blurred by tears or how hard Leah tried to think of anything else. Her big brown eyes and pale skin was depicted perfectly in her mind. She worried that nothing would ever shake the longing memory of Bella away. She wanted to forget the girl that made her whole again, to wipe her mind clean of her completely. But she was also completely and utterly terrified of ever forgetting the exact shade of her hair and eyes, or her soft voice murmuring to her on the bad nights. How she would smile to herself and twist her hair when she was nervous. She was terrified of losing her.

The week after her last message, Bella stopped calling. Seth didnt speak to Leah, besides what she couldn’t avoid of him in wolf form. Seth should have understood, he knew exactly what she was going through, he knew she missed Bella. She shouted in her head at the rest of them. Jacob especially, trying to get them as far away mentally as she could so they wouldn’t see how much she was truly suffering. The guilt of making the rest of them suffer was a welcome relief from the neverending aching from thinking about Bella, though. She would much rather be fighting her brother or the entire pack than have to deal with any situation with Bella involved. 

Leah’s legs were sore as she truged inside the house, the door shutting quietly behind her. The familiar soft squeak of the floor beneath her was a welcome reminder of home, and peace. A break from the wild that lurked in the forests. She turned on a small lamp beside the couch and nearly phased the instant she recognized the figure on the couch. Bella was still as a board, her back rigid and face blank. Her hands wrung together nervously. 

She was pallid, the dark circles under her eyes looked like bruises. Her cheekbones jutted out dramatically and her hair was pulled back, greasy and snarled into knots. Leah’s eyes scanned her, drinking in her appearance and her full rounded lips. They weren’t as bright against her light skin as they were before. Leah could feel her mouth agape, and her hands were trembling, she was at a loss of what to say. Her blood ran cold, panic and...longing panging through her.

Bella stood slowly, looking away from the girl that made her heart soar. She wished she could be mad at Leah, but the relief of seeing her was more overwhelming than any other emotion. Knowing she was safe, and healthy was the biggest concern. After Jacob had pulled the same stunt with her, she refused to be left that way again. Especially by someone who knew how it felt. Bella felt tears sting, but quickly blinked them away. She wanted to be mad. She wanted to be furious at the girl in front of her. But Leah’s face was devastated, slightly paler than her usual warm bark colored skin. 

“Why?” Was all Bella could muster, her voice weak and heavy with sadness. Grief. Tears welled up again, she looked down to her feet, a soft tap of a tear hitting the floor following. 

Leah choked a sigh, wrapping her arms around herself. “I-” She wished she could howl, to run and not have to deal with this. She hoped that Bella would give up and forget about her, move on and not worry about her ever again. Her heart sank, guilt burning deep into her. “I cant do this- I’m not…” Leah didnt know where to begin. Bella obviously knew something was going on, but risking coming over? 

“Cant do what?!” Bella’s voice broke slightly, along with Leah’s heart. “You think you’re the only one with secrets? You know I’m not stupid Leah!” She was mad now, Leah could see it. The way redness creeped into her cheeks from her neck. The twist of her mouth as she spat the words.

Leah was tense, arms wrapping tighter around herself, as if to hold her form together. “You know I dont think that.” She paused, looking away. She knew Jacob had told her about his secret before he had turned. He had an option out, Leah had no idea this could possibly happen to her. She knew Bella knew about the wolves, but Jacob - and the rest of their ancestors in fact- had never considered mentioning a female wolf before. The fear of the unknown, the implication of what kind of freak she was made her terrified of telling anyone. She was an anomaly of the supernatural world. A freak. 

Leah bit her lip, and took a deep breath trying to calm herself. “Do you know then?” Leah asked, her lip trembling. “You know I’m a freak, an...abomination?!” She laughed, shaking her head. Hysteria rose in her throat, and Bella’s eyes turned sympathetic. A tear slide down Leah’s cheek, and she shook her head. “Can you blame me Bella? You shouldn’t have to deal with something like this again, Jake was right.” The memory of Jake’s grief piled on top of her own. Jake had been Bella’s friend since childhood. This somehow felt even worse than Jake’s memory. Maybe it was. 

Bella’s lip trembled as well, watching Leah suffer was agony ripping through her chest. A sob broke through Leah’s composure. It racked her body, her shoulders curling forward over herself. Bella’s anger vanished, evaporating into nothing but the need to protect, to care for her. She was across the room in an instant, wrapping Leah up into her arms. As if breaking a floor dam, Leah’s sobs came easily now. 

Bella shushed her while her own tears fell, wiping them on her sleeve. Leah’s arms wrapped around her, warm and welcoming. Her hair smelled like the forest, earthy and warm with her own scent mixed in. She lifted Leah’s face to meet her eyes, dark and powerful irises stared back at her, welling with tears. 

“I want you.” Bella’s voice rang clear, the irrefutable statement lingering between them. Leah tried to protest, her voice whining. “I do, you can’t change that. No matter what you are Leah.” 

“B-Bella I can’t..” Leah’s voice broke. The aching in her heart felt as if her body would split in two. These were the words she had longed for over the last months, the contact she had been craving. But she couldn’t hurt Bella, not when it meant possibly ending her. “I can’t risk you. You deserve to be...safe. You deserve… more.” She blew out a breath, sniffing and wiping her nose. She wanted to run again, but to be held by Bella at the same time. 

“I deserve what I want. I want you, I need you in my life Leah.” Bella brushed her hair back, confident in her words. She could feel her eyes aching, wanting to spill the tears over. Her need to protect Leah, to make her feel good again outweighed her own needs. She squeezed the girl tightly, stroking her hair as Leah’s breathing slowed. 

After what could have been hours, Bella laid down on the floor, still holding Leah. “I want you too.” Leah breathed, wrapping herself around Bella. She tucked a hand under her jacket, stroking Bella’s side. They could have stayed wrapped around each other for the rest of eternity for all Leah cared. Her heart felt full, ready to burst with joy. Bella wanted her. Fully, even knowing her secret. There would be a lot to discuss, Leah knew. She was sure Bella would coax all her worries out of her eventually.

[mggpleasedontlookhere]

winter reminiscence pt. 3

Summary: Y/N and Timothee go about the day, causing mischief and reconnecting, but where will they end up now?

word count: 1,967                                                                                     reading time aprox: 7 mins

“Yes?” I spoke with reluctance, biting the insides of my cheeks as I felt the warmth radiating off of the gentle grasp he had of my dainty hands. “Do you need anything?” I added with underlying intent, a part of me hoping he’d recognize that deep longing for him I’ve suppressed, so I wouldn’t have to recognize it myself. 

“I just-” He paused, clearing his throat and dropping his hand from mine, the sudden chill of the air biting at my fingers from the loss of his touch. “I was wondering if you’d like to sit?” He gestured, pointing to the empty chair in front of him. 

“Thank you, but I won’t be long” I returned with a polite smile. His eyes seemed to get duller as he understood my avoidance and gave me a courteous nod. Thus, sending me into a frenzy of guilt and confusion, my stomach churning at the thought of the possibility of this event occurring again. 

But, did I want our paths to meet again? 

“But..um” I interjected, raising my eyes to his hopeful ones. “I could stay a little bit” I reasoned, a soft smile guiding the corners of my lips, which seemed to have matched Timothee’s own. 

“Yeah, that’d be cool” He replied, hiding the enthusiasm in his tone as he stood up to pull out the chair in which I would be seated at. I gracefully sat down, and by that I mean ‘almost missing the chair completely’ in which Timothee had come to my saving grace by catching the small of my back. I uttered another coy ‘thank you’ and began going through my social media. 

Anticipating that Timothee would start a conversation with me, I was thoroughly disappointed when he dug his nose into his textbook. A few minutes had passed and my knee naturally began to bounce in impatience, while I scrolled madly through tumblr. 

Are we going to speak? Should I just get up and leave? Would he even notice if I left? 

To test my hypothesis, my fingers crawled to a sugar packet that laid conveniently at the edge of the table, then, with a nudge and a secretive glance at Timmy, the packet was whisked onto the floor. With haste, I withdraw my hand back quietly, examining the room around me before cautiously picking up the sugar packet, noticing the brief inquisitive looks I would receive from Timmy.

Wow, so he would notice me

I nodded to myself, taking pride in the silly experiment I conducted. A victory smile spread across my face, reveling in a feeling of claiming his attention, Though, the feeling was cut short and replaced with a much rather painful and literal knock to the head, while picking myself up, courtesy of these oak tables. 

“Ow, shit!” I cursed under my breath, holding my scalp in discomfort while my brain cells felt like they were threatening to jump out of my skull any moment.

“Are you okay?” Timothee said in a panic, jumping out of his seat and kneeling beside me to hold onto my arm. His eyebrows were contorted in anguish and his lips pouted like the way they always do whenever he was stressed. Squeezing my eyes in humiliation, my hands were glued to the side of my head, reassuring him that I was alright. 

Timmy then began climbing back to his seat, until a loud thud could be heard with an audible ‘Fuck! Shit!’ that had rang out from in front of me. I opened my eyes to investigate, and there was Timmy clutching his left shoulder in absolute agony. 

In that moment, we both stared at each other in disbelief and began laughing our absolute lungs out. My chest burned as we got ourselves into a fit, intensifying when one or the other clutched their bruised areas and winced, creating an amusing sound. 

We both had paused at tightening breaths, transitioning into a fit of coughs and half giggles, while we came off of our shared highs. We bore our eyes into each other with incredulous looks, feeling the passion and love that used to filter our eyes when in each other’s company. We both had caught our breaths, lingering at each other for a while before reserving ourselves back into our seats. 

Timothee inquired about the atmosphere around us, as people began shooting us glares and looks of disapproval. “Uhhh, as much as I enjoy losing a few IQ points from tables, I don’t think everyone’s, um, an enthusiast of us” He pointed out, gesturing to the audience we were gathering. 

“I’m waiting on a book right now, do you wanna wait with me?” I asked, my voice decreasing in volume as the words strung out from my lips. 

“Of course” He replied, wearing that same lingering stare we held earlier, with a hint of shock and enthusiasm at my proposition. 

With that, we maneuvered through the aisles of chairs and the sea of subjective eyes, dispensing apologetic smiles and nods to the people we had disturbed. 

Walking across to the bookstore, he held the door open for me and we both went inside, basking in the heat coming off of the radiator next to the front entrance. 

“Oh, hello dear!” The old women exclaimed. “Back so soon? Oh! And you’ve brought your boyfriend with you” She added, sending a youthful and compassionate look to both of us. 

My heart leaped into my throat, while my eyebrows furrowed in dread, unable to correct the women. To make matters even worse, she began talking about how Timothee somehow resembled Laurie from the book I sought to read and how he was a ‘fine young gentleman’ that I held on my arm. 

Timothee’s muffled snickering was audible behind me, while he relished in his mistaken glory. “You hear that Y/N? ‘a fine young gentleman’” He teased, straightening up his posture to impersonate a prim and posh figure. 

“Yes, and that’s why you hit your shoulder on the underside of the table, right?” Referring to the events that took place previously, which made him swallow his words right away, although the glint of mischief he wore remained. 

“I think your sorely mistaken miss, I was compensating for when YOU hit yourself over the head. I didn’t want you to- ya know, to bear the embarrassment alone” He cockily explained, holding his head high and peering at me from the tip of his nose. 

We set ourselves in a fit of amusement again, filling the air with harmonious laughter and pure energy, resembling the moments we had when our relationship was also harmonious and pure. 

It was those first introductions that I missed the most; the first hello, the first hug, the first touch. All fueled by a kindled and mutual sense of hesitation and puppy love that reminded our hearts of vulnerability. The first time when touch became electricity that flooded every molecule, when the first kiss was awkward and unfavorable, yet made you forget to breath, and the time where laying next to him felt like a home you never knew you had. 

“Anyways, if you don’t mind me asking, is my book ready?” I asked, breaking away from Timmy and facing the woman, in order to eradicate or at least dwindle the onset of nostalgia that threatens to wash over me. She hurriedly searched through the drawers behind her, shuffling through what seems to be a void of paper bags and forgotten trinkets.

“Here you go love. Come back anytime you please” The lady said as a last farewell, turning around and going about her business, staring out the glass window solemnly as the autumn leaves fell victim to the winter air. 

“Little women, huh?” Timothee inquired, gesturing to the book that rested between my palms. 

“Yes, is that a problem?” 

“Well, I find it ironic actually. A little women reading ‘Little Women’” He explained, alluding to my height, which unfortunately was always a target that Timothee would tease upon. 

“Oh, so now you think you’re funny?” I remarked, now migrating towards the entrance of the building, walking backwards as I faced Timothee. 

“Well, actually, I know I’m funny” Timmy exaggerated, following me to the outdoors, grinning with an impish smile on his face. The air seemed to be frigid and unforgiving as Timmy’s curls flew spirals around his head while the wind blew, and my hands found refuge in the creases of my elbows. “Why? You don’t think I’m funny?” He suggested, closing in on me as I drew closer to a lampost on the side of the street. 

Still facing him, “Well...I think a lot of things of you, actually” I slyly replied, squinting my eyes at him to study his reaction as my evocative words slowly registered in his mind. 

The distance between us begun to decrease, the bleak air no longer affecting my arms and legs as Timmy drew closer, keeping steady eye contact with me. He wore a dark and unreadable expression, tilting his head to the side to analyze me. “And...what things are those?” He interrogated, with an obscene tone. 

A feeling of young love and excitement surged through me like a new kind of energy filling the emptiness within my heart.

But, what was I really doing?

I would’ve let the comforting warmth infiltrate the void that filled me, but it was too soon, the feeling was only temporary. Timothee was right here, right in front of me with his boyish charm and irresistible smile that complimented the pools of green and blue, that painted his eyes. 

But, that was my mistake last time. All those times of hurt, was not because of Timothee, but because I let myself drown in the evergreen of his irises, I succumbed to his warmth and let him suffocate me with his lips, that could’ve been on another’s. I kept digging my own grave and it wasn’t anyone’s doing, but mine. 

“I was thinking that...I should, go” I explained dimly, the welcome in my voice no longer present as realization hit me like a tidal wave. 

“Why?” He voiced with concern, his expression also turning a complete 180, surprised by my unsatisfying response. 

“Because-I dont- it’s- What are we doing Timothee?” I confessed, admitting defeat as I struggled to find the right words. “I mean, what are we really doing? We’re going to talk again, then text and flirt. Why? Because it feels good” I explained. 

“But, Y/N-” He tried to interject. 

“Timmy, you and I know, whatever this is, will be temporary. We’ve been through this multiple times, on and off. Aren’t you sick of it? Aren’t you sick of starting over?”

“Y/N, it’s not like th-” 

“But it’s always like that Timmy. Don’t you see it, whenever things get hard, you walk away, and you expect me to wait for you. I don’t want to do that anymore Timmy” 

“Y/N- just let me explain” He stuttered, combing his fingers through his ruffled head. “I know, I did you wrong many times, and I understand that I’ve hurt you- and I’m sorry- If you want to leave, I’d understand it, but I want you to know that I’ve never felt the way I felt with you, with anyone else. I know, you don’t trust my words, but-” He paused, reaching for my hand and placing it on his chest. “You need to know, I put it on my heart and soul, that I’ve never felt love, the way I feel it with you” 

Complete submission emitted from his eyes, flooding my chest will all sorts of emotions that was almost impossible to resist. I could’ve sworn tears began to seep up and brim as his eyes became glassy, casting a film atop the green I used to love. 

“Timmy-” I began, taking his hand in mine and giving it a tight squeeze, watching his innocent smile form on his cheeks, but soon took a change as I dropped his hand to his side and took a step back. “I can’t Timmy, I can’t anymore. You just- you need to understand that being with you is mentally draining- and apologize if that comes off a bit mean, but it’s true” 

“Y/N, I know what I did-” 

“Timmy, we can’t just stand here and spend all winter reminiscing on what happened before, or else we’ll miss out the beautiful things during spring” 

“Why can’t we head out till spring? Why can’t we give it another chance and let it bloom into a beautiful thing, like you said?” 

“Because Timmy, I’m tired of being replanted, then ripped from the ground, and thrown out whenever you think things aren’t pretty anymore. I think it’s best if we spend this time apart” 

“Y/N, I think-” 

“I loved you so much Timothee, and you might not love me as much as I wish you did, but we need to be our own people. We keep manifesting toxicity and finding comfort in them, and it’s not doing either of us good.”

“I love you too, Y/N” 

“I just- we can’t keep getting stuck on our reminiscence of each other, we both need to move onto better things at the moment. Maybe one day we’ll cross paths again, and we’ll introduce our children to each other-” 

“But, we were supposed to have those children together”

“I hope life treats you well, and I hope you treat life well also. You’re tremendously smart, and I know you have a lot to give. Just know that I support you in whatever you do. Just keep moving forward, Chalamet” 

With that, I reached up and gave him a chaste peck on the cheek, turning around to walk away. My heart swam in a pool melancholy, but my soul swelled with a new form of freedom. 

Silence perturbed the air, as I felt his sorrowful eyes digging at the back of my head as I walked away

But now, I was the one that needed to look forward. 

for the both of us

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part 1

AN: That was it guys, I hope you enjoyed the little narrative and I apologize profusely for the lateness, I’ve been bombarded with college application supplements. Anyways, have a good day, see you on the next one :)

[jojos-stardew-adventure]

stars and stardrops

A/N: I’m honestly amazed i’m still sticking with this, thanks for being patient with my slow updates 🙏🏾

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chapter 6: post mines

first chapter <<last chapter | next chapter>>

Summary: you deal with the aftermath of running around in the minds, and you think about getting a new weapon

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Standing outside Giorno’s clinic, you go over what you would tell him. He didn’t seem like the snitching type but you haven't known him long enough to be sure.

You even tried to clean up some of the caked up slime off you beforehand, but you still looked a hot mess.

Caesar had pretty much demanded that you go to Giorno right away. So you had to put your much needed and wanted shower on hold and sneak here, praying you didn’t run into anyone along the way.

The hastily wrapped bandages Caesar did for you were sat loosely on your hand.

Just keep your face straight. Don’t pause when speaking. Easy-peasy.

When you enter the building you see a man with his hair styled in a particular way, sitting at the front desk.

“Hello--Woah, are you okay?”

You internally sigh in relief. Who were you kidding? You had no plan and were expecting Giorno to immediately connect the dots when he saw you. Maybe your luck was finally turning today.

“Uh well...no? I got kind of scratched up.” You raise your bandaged hand up.

The man looks skeptical but you couldn’t blame him. “Well if you come to the back, I can help fix you up?”

“Yea, thanks...”

You move toward the door and the man leads you into one of the patient rooms. You sit on the examination table hoping you wouldn’t dirty it too much. The nurse--at least that’s what you were assuming from the scrubs--pulls out a first aid kit.

“I’m Josuke Higashikata by the way.”

“Nice to meet you. Well this is a weird way to meet to be honest...I’m ____--sorry rambling…”

“It’s okay. I’m going to take the bandages off your hand now.” He begins unwrapping before he continues. “What did you cut your hand on?”

“Well…” Your voice trails off as you look off to the side.

“I just want to know if I should be worried about infection. We don’t want your hand to fall off or anything.”

Your eyes widen. “O-On a sword. I accidentally grabbed it too hard. It was kinda rusty too…”

As he cleans the wounds, Josuke asks you some more questions before reassuring that you should be okay.

After he wraps the huge cut on your hand, he moves on to the smaller ones on your body. It’s silent for a while before he speaks. "I don't really want to get in your business but why were you playing with a sword?"

"I wasn't playing with it! ….I was in the mines." You sigh. There was no reason to lie at this point.

Josuke arches a brow at you.

"Please dont tell Giorno,"  you laugh nervously.

"I won't,” He shrugs, shaking his head. “But he's probably going to figure it out eventually."

Especially since I ran into Fugo, Narancia, and Mista there--doesn’t mean I won’t try though.

You sigh, "Probably, but thanks anyways."

Your gaze moves upwards, away from his face. Josuke was a very handsome man, but your eyes couldn't help going elsewhere.

"How did you do that?" You point at his immaculate styled hair.

His fingertips carefully brush against his hair, “Do what?”

“Style your hair like that. It looks really interesting.”

Josuke raises a brow. “You don't mean that in a bad way, right?”

“No, no, it's just interesting! I didn’t mean to be rude.”

He shakes his head slightly. “You’re good. I just jumped to conclusions.”

He finishes with the rest of your wounds and smiles at you. "Okay, you’re all set ____."

You jump off the examination table. “Thanks!”

When you're led back to the front, Josuke lets you off when you realize you don’t have any way to pay him.

“When you start producing crops, you can pay me back then,” he says with a joking lilt.

You think he’s only half joking though. But you don't really mind since he just patched you up.

When he offers you a piece of candy--which you excitedly accept--that solidifies Josuke’s place on your free first-crop list.

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Are you ready to start your initiation?

If you had known you would be expected to go back into the mine so soon, you would have stayed out of it like you were supposed to!

You had to politely take that offer for another day though as you'd had met enough slime monsters to last a month. Of course you didn't say that last part out loud. Maybe next week you’d venture into the mines again with Caesar in tow to proctor your test.

Or maybe in two weeks. Or three.

You get out of the shower, dry yourself off quickly, and change into a pair of jammies. It was a bit early for that, but you didn't plan on going out for the rest of the day--you didn’t want to get anymore dirt on you after just getting clean.

You flop on your bed, getting under your thick covers, but your thoughts prevent you from relaxing properly. If you were going to go back into the mines you would need a better sword at some point. The one you have right now seems a few hits away from crumbling.

Wait, why were you planning on going back into the mines?

Damn your curiosity.

Knowing yourself, you’d forget and end up floors deep in the mines with a broken rusty sword, so you decide right then that you need to get a new one ASAP.

You force yourself off the bed to look for your map. You’re pretty sure you saw ‘blacksmith’ labeled somewhere on it.

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Early in the morning, with your map in hand and a stomach full of cereal, you walk all the way to the blacksmith, which took much longer than you thought it would.

Not only was your destination almost all the way on the opposite side of town, the map gave you a false idea of how big the town actually was.

You pause at the entrance of the small, darkly colored building and wipe at your forehead. The back of your hand sheened and you silently hoped whoever ran the place didn’t mind sweat.

You push open the heavy door and walk into the building. The furnace across the room covers the area in a comfortable, warm glow. However there's no one here.

"Hello?" you half yell.

There's no reply, but then you hear noise from the back room before a giant man with white hair walks through the door.

You immediately get caught up in his eyes--ink black scleras with blood red irises.

"Do you need something?"

You jump a bit from the man's low voice and break eye contact. "S-Sorry. Um, do you like...do swords? Oh, I'm ____ by the way, the farmer," your voice wavers a bit at the end.

"If you mean make them, then yes."

"Okay, great! That means I didn't walk here for no reason...Is it going to be expensive? I mean it’s obviously not cheap but how expensive will it be?" You made some money fishing but you weren't rolling in it just yet.

“Well, I need to know what you need it for first.”

“I need it to fight...in the mines.” Bringing up the mines was starting to make you feel silly. “It doesn’t need to be anything fancy either, just sharp.”

The man considers you for a few seconds. “Okay.”

You stare, surprised he didn’t kick you out. Maybe he didn’t care.

“I’m assuming you don’t have the materials needed for it but I can make you something easy to wield that’s still on the cheaper side…”

When you hear the price you can’t help internally cringe but you were set on getting this weapon. Risotto must have noticed your hesitation though.

“You won’t have to pay it all at once.” He smirks a bit. “Payment plans are a thing you know.”

“I know that!” You cross your arms but are secretly relieved that you wouldn’t be spending a huge chunk of your savings all at once.

“Thank you--Wait I forgot to get your name?”

A moment passes before he answers, nothing in particular showing on his face. “Risotto.”

You grin. “Well thanks, Risotto.”

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“What happened to your hand?” Abbacchio asks you. He had been eyeing it for the past 10 minutes.

You could just fess up but you knew a reprimanding would come with it and you weren’t in the mood. Future you could deal with it. "Just cut my hand on the farm. It’s nothing serious."

Bruno's face seems neutral but you have a feeling he wasn't buying it. You smile crookedly however and try to change the subject.

“Did you guys know some of my plants finally sprouted! I hope you guys like beans…”

Abbacchio gives you an annoyed look but doesn’t push any further.

[askyancy]

Yancy’s Trial

OOC: The following is the ENTIRE court room scenario that took place on the discord. Hey if you ain’t on there look how much you’re missing!  https://discord.gg/VRayPQs Better hop aboard huh! This Court case was between myself and my partner @markimoojackaboi​ who was in charge of the whole event with myself as: Mr Wallaby/Wilford, Yancy, Dr Parker, Bambam, Sparkles and him as : Mr D. Iplier/Dark  and our wonderful Warden @thegayneighborhoodcannibal​ A lot of Wilford’s case was assisted by the theorists of the server who spent from 5:30pm - 1am EST trying to corral Wilford into actually being a lawyer. Needless to say that didn’t go well but at least someone has that ability.  Please forgive any typos, mistakes, formatting as tumblr is a bitch.  Consider this the transcript of the case. Enjoy the read! It’s a long one!  -Mort

Saturday 30th November at 5:30 PM

Officials have started arriving, board members, District attorneys and the sort, all filling into the spectator seats. No jury, seems no one showed up for duty, or rather this was a prison case and not necessarily in need of one. This was at the hands of officials. Stepping through the doors you get the scent of the mahogany wood lining the entire facility, the traces of perfume and cologne from the officials and the scent of something..candy? The two lawyers directing the case are up front at the main two tables, a rather colorful suit on Mr Wallaby, but he looked most certainly charming, save for the fake mustache... on top of a mustache.. Whatever, you choose not to question it. You take a moment to linger in the stands listening a little to what Wallaby might be saying. Something about pancakes and syrup? Taking your seat at the front on an end seat, a notepad sits in hand. Taking notes on this case may be important to assist and who knows, maybe you'll even get called as a witness... A friendly face approaches, patting you on the shoulder, they seem to have familiarity with you and sit to your left. "Hey you remember me right? Arnie Velmont? We went to law school together?" You nod. "Yeah yeah! You don’t mind me sittin here? Don't really know anyone else here" A wave of the hand. He's fine. Your silence holds strong. As everyone takes their positions, a certain inmate is brought into the room a little roughly by Officer Rex, and made to stand to the side, he's heavily cuffed and clearly shaking. Even the Warden is shown to where he can sit. "All rise for the honorable Judge Bagel Noface-Noname." Rex announces, the crowd stand and so do you. The judge rolls onto the high seat and onto the table, settling there. The crowd sits and you follow suit. The court was now in session.

Mr. D.IpliéreYesterday at 6:08 PM

The prosecution waited in his seat for the Judges opening. Familiarize everyone with the case number, that sort of thing. He waited a little uncomfortably long, as the judge didn't actually have a visible mouth. The Man in the charcoal jacket and grey tie to match and thinly rimmed glasses, a mister D. Ipliére rose to his feet, rubbing his hands together and clapping them together. "Your honor this case is as open and shut as a  bad book," He looked up at the judge, "What we have here is bloodstained hands... And we will punish those responsible for this heinous act." He moves back behind his table and sits down, tucking his seat in so he was close to the desk. He'd make a perfect bureaucrat the way he prepared to take notes. But then his eyes snapped towards Yancy, irises like obsidian. He had the composure of a statue, but he had the presence of a coiled scorpion... ready to strike if you looked away for too long.(edited)

WallabyYesterday at 6:14 PM

Wilfor-Wallaby blinked as he watched, a quick mutter to himself over something before he stood. He didn’t have pants on. Looked like heart boxers... but oddly somehow he still looked good. "Your honnnooor~ What we reaaally have is an innocent sugarmuffin of a man who has done no wrong by anyone.. look at his widdle baby faaaceee" Yancy blinked, looking up, confused, taken aback and shook his head. Fuck.... This was gonna go horrible. "And I'll prove it!" he smirks, a smug lil fluffball as he sits back down "I’m doomed" runs across Yancy's mouth silently.

Mr. D.IpliéreYesterday at 6:27 PM

The DA was  firm man, imposing in a different way than say the Warden for example. He rose again so the.. Judge.. Wonderful... "The Prosecution would like to call prisoner 6247 of Happy Trails Penitentiary to the stand for cross examination." he was a rock in a river."

YancyYesterday at 6:32 PM

Yancy's stomach dropped and he started shaking again. oh god. oh fuck ok. deep breaths. done this before. He let Rex man handle him up to the stand, settling in the seat. Poor Yancy... he looked ready to cry. Wallaby frowned. This wasn't good. Calling his client up immediately. Hm.... Well.. If Yancy did as good as he had been maybe it wouldn't be so bad. Yancy's eyes passed over the prosecutor. A handsome man with an intimidating look. This man wasn't just his prosecutor... but his executioner if things didnt go well. Rex huffed putting a bible in front of Yancy. Yancy pulled a face at it. "m'not..er..religious type ya know.. uh...." Wallaby paused, dug around in his small brief case and held up something small, hurried over to put it on the desk then scuttled back. "..... yer kiddin" Rex raised an eyebrow and shrugged as Yancy obediently placed his hand on the pudding cup and then his other up...as best the cuffs allowed anyway. "Ye swear to tell the truth the whole truth and nothing but the truth so help you...pudding cup" "I swears..." Yancy fidgeted a bit. Nervous.

Mr. D.IpliéreYesterday at 6:47 PM

The Prosecution's lip twitched slightly at the sight of the pudding cup. "Mr Yancy, is it?" He asked, moving again to the side of his desk, a couple pieces of paper in his hand. He made eye contact with the defendant.

YancyYesterday at 6:48 PM

Yancy tensed as the intimidating man came forward to question him, immediately flustering. "Ah wh- Well yeah but uh.. I er.. I go by Yancy." His cuff chains rattled a lot, a lot of hand fussing.

Mr. D.IpliéreYesterday at 6:51 PM

The man leaned back a little to move his long dark locks off his face and adjusting his glasses with the free hand. He touched the thinned rims just with the tips of his fingers with the confidence of a man who would never leave a fingerprint o n the glass. "My apologies, I forgot about prison names. If you would please make your statement for the record." He leaned his hip a little on the desk, looking at the paper.

YancyYesterday at 6:54 PM

Yancy shivered but lowered his gaze to the wood in front of him "I... I d-dont hav-.. I mean I dunno where youse.. want me to start I-..." His voice was barely audible, just loud enough for the prosecutor.

Mr. D.IpliéreYesterday at 6:55 PM

The prosecutor looked up at him. "I'm sorry did... did your defense not prepare you for this?" He asked, a smooth cold voice like a polished stone as he glanced over at Mr. Wallaby...His lip twitched subtlety.

YancyYesterday at 7:03 PM

Yancy went wide eyed and withdrew into his seat. Wallaby glanced over huh... poor Yancy. Didn't look too good "Ah.. just tell em what ya told me!" He gave a beckoning motion with his hand and a thumbs up. Yancy stared and sank a bit more in his seat "E...er... o-okay... " Yancy glanced up at the judge then the room "I er.... " Yancy cleared his throat. Deep breath. It's ok. "It kinda started with er... these t'ree inmates deys... sendin me messages. t'ought nottin of it a foirst and then t'ings escalated. Dey's called me out I called dem's out.... We agreed to meet up... I er.. we met up in de hallway and deys got the drop on me. T'ought I was meeting just one alone and dere was t'ree o dems... " he swallowed "Deys stabbed me..... I was in medical fer a whiles and... while I was dere deys attacked my friends.. set my cell on fire.. all my..belongins.... a-and den I heard em down the hall... deys was tryna hurt my friends..." he ran his hands together "I-.. I remember going forward t'.. t' Frank and... I.. I dunno I- I dont remember what happened next but I wokes up on the floor with my friends holdin me away .... I-.. den d' ward'n came in and I-........ " he trailed off his voice shaking.

Mr. D.IpliéreYesterday at 7:11 PM

The man's face softened in what looked like pity. "It's alright, you don't have to go further than that. Thank you for sharing." He full on faced Walllaby... He breathed sharply through his nose to compose himself  a little, clearly annoyed at the candy-coated defense lawyer. But he maintained himself, his voice never raised in volume from what he started with. He turned back to face Yancy. His face softened. "You've been through so much in this last week, haven't you?" He said, peering over his glasses a little. As non threatening as such an imposing figure could possibly be.

YancyYesterday at 7:13 PM

Yancy slowly nodded before he croaked out a more audible for court "y-yes" Wallaby leaned back in his chair feet up and a phone in his hands, grumpily swatting at that mosquito... gonna get it... you just wait... Yancy pinched his eyes shut "oh god..." whispered from him, just loud enough for Mr. Ipliére to hear it. Poor guy was terrified.

Mr. D.IpliéreYesterday at 7:17 PM

The lawyer looked at him with a slight head tilt... the poor thing.. "Are you alright? Do you need a moment?" he asked almost... sweetly.

YancyYesterday at 7:20 PM

Yancy shook his head. He shifted in the seat, bracing himself, deep breath. 4....7....8..... 4....7.....8.... "N-no I'm okay.... I-..... Just brings back some memories o d' last time I was in here... ya know?" he smiled bitterly but sat up, seemed he was capable of taking care of himself despite his lawyer being a useless mindless doofus. "You had questions, sir?"

Mr. D.IpliéreYesterday at 7:29 PM

The prosecutor nodded. "Any time you need stop, alright?... I know this is a heavy burden to ask of you..." A strange and seemingly indirect way of thanking him for his bravery. "Would you mind telling us, for the record, when did these messages start?" He leaned away from his desk.

YancyYesterday at 7:35 PM

Yancy took a deep inhale and sat straight. Be honest. Be short. "About 2 weeks ago? I'm not sure on de exact date, but it's been about 2 weeks." The more the prosecutor spoke the more Yancy seemed to relax a little. Wallaby had sat up again and was now digging through his bag, pulling out a large pieces of paper with crayon.

Mr. D.IpliéreYesterday at 7:44 PM

The Prosecutor looked down at his sheet, cross referencing something unseen. He nodded and moved over to the box. "Your honour, I hold in my hands Exhibit A, the direct messages received." He looked down at his sheet. "Yes it's.. quite colourful language..." He traced the lines with his fingers... looking for something specific.

YancyYesterday at 7:47 PM

The judge makes no movement, its a bagel. But the honorable judge does seem to approve. It seems the prosecutor is permitted to continue. Yancy looks away. God.... this is gonna show he had a phone... he could get the Warden in a lot of trouble if he wasn't careful..... Deep breath... Just a stage. Just another performance. A court room performance. He was just playing the criminal. Nothing wrong. Just..... why'd the prosecutor have to be so damned handsome! Wallaby finally digs something else out of his bag. a large wooden letter A. That's his exhibit A... yup...

Mr. D.IpliéreYesterday at 7:54 PM

The prosecutor straightened his spine. "Such texts as and I quote, "What a boring game, let's make it interesting., a knife emoticon- Favorite stab wound," end quote.  That's quite frightening.." He didn't leave room for pause. "Or this one, I quote, 'Tell our dear friend BB that Sparkles is next. I'll make sure to leave a bedazzled finger under their pillow, Heart Emoji' end quote." He moved teh hand with the paper in it down to his side, quickly. He spoke loud enough to make someones ears ring. "Lastly and -i- quote Starlings are aggressive. Reckless. They pick fights at any chance they get. But enough of them. It's good to see you, mockingbird. -' End. Quote."

WallabyYesterday at 7:57 PM

Wallaby raised an eyebrow as he listened this time and stood up "Awbjection your honor. Relevance. How is this reveleleelephant to the matter at hand?" he waggled his stache a bit. He'd taken his pants off again. "Yancy sank a bit, bit his tongue. Well of course it was.. relevant... that was  Frank and-... Or was it? Maybe he should trust his lawyer? God.. he didn't know anymore.

Mr. D.IpliéreYesterday at 8:01 PM

The prosecutor raised his hands defensively, waiting the judges ruling. ..... A tap of the gavel. "My point, if it please the court, is his response to that very last message sent, A text message back... I quote. "y-youse…. All o youse is fuckin DEAD" end quote.

WallabyYesterday at 8:04 PM

Wallaby huffed, fake mustache atop his mustache hanging off a bit "Awbjection your honor! My client was very angwee. Those kinds of messages would make anyone mad! Doesn't mean that he'd hurt them! Sayin n doin are very different!" and yet here they where. Yancy bit his lip. shut up. stop talking. sit down youse dumb mustached fuck.

Mr. D.IpliéreYesterday at 8:12 PM

The Prosecutor backed up, hands up a little. "Withdrawn, your honour." He turned back, waved a hand a little, and faced him again, the man of someone commanding a stage. "The messages were sent to a cellular device in your posession, Yancy. Sorry... Yancy." He corrected himself. "How long have you, a convicted murderer with a wrap sheet to boot had a waterproof, shockproof, cellphone?"

YancyYesterday at 8:17 PM

Yancy went pale, like he'd just seen a ghost, but slowly he knew being honest was key here. Then again if he answered he could get the warden, Hawk, Scarlet, a lot of others in trouble. He looked up at Wallaby. Wallaby was frantically waving his hand in front of his throat, shaking his head, giving zip lips and shushy gestures. "I... uh.......... I plead... fifth... your honor" he bit his tongue discretely inside his mouth. fuckfckfuck. He had to trust his lawyer.. shit.

Mr. D.IpliéreYesterday at 8:19 PM

The Prosecutor froze for a minute...

The Fifth Amendment, or Amendment V of the United States Constitution is the section of the Bill of Rights that protects you from being held for committing a crime unless you have been indicted correctly by the police.

He nodded. "... No further questions, your honour." He went and sat down... pen to paper and ready.

YancyYesterday at 8:26 PM

Yancy let out a sigh of relief. Welp that was one frying pan to deal with later.... His stomach twisted as he saw Wallaby wriggle back into his pants and hop his way to standing and wobbled his way over "Hey buddy!" ".....the heck are youse doing?" Yancy hiss whispered. "I'll assk the questionssss!" he smirked and Yancy went pale again. "Now .... Getting to the reaal grit o the situaaation! You mentioned in your stawry that you dont remember what happened between sneakin up on Frankie and waking up next to his dead bawdy. Correct?" "...Correct" Yancy was shaking again, it was audible in the chains as his leg bounced. "Do you get black outs often?" "I-er..... no" "Hm ok. Would you say you lose time? Or memories? any memory lawss that kinda thing?" he waved his hand around, rather sure of himself there. "Er... n-no...." Wallaby paused, turned "really? ah ok" welp there went that defense.

Mr. D.IpliéreYesterday at 8:30 PM

The prosecution takes notes. His rival sounded like he had just been plopped into this without warning! Meanwhile he himself had been studying the ins and outs of this case. He almost felt bad for the kid. But you'd never know by the looks on his face. He imagined this would be over quickly.

WallabyYesterday at 8:36 PM

Wallaby continued after a little waggle of the stache that was now fully falling off his face. One more of those and it was a goner. "Awlright. Would you saaaaay.... that this black out may have been connect to any mental health issues you may suffer from?" Yancy paused. Oh ..aha.. that's where this was going ok. "I er.. maybe... I was.. seein Doctah pahrkah fer a lotta stuffs." "So you would say that Doctah Pahrkah... i say dat right? Ah.. Would you say they were a credible source of informaaation on your mental health status that could have been the causes of this black out?" "... Yes?" He didnt sound sure but went with it. "Awlright. Next question. What were you doing before the incident? Before all the rawr rawr stabby stabby murder?" Yancy winced at that bit but hoped everyone would ignore the phrasing "I was... asleep. I was in my cell asleep on... confinement after a fight broke out with different inmates earlier. Er... dats another longer story though. Not related" "The bagel will be the judge of that!" Wilford huffed at him "So you were asleep!" "Yes" "Then how did you get in the cell?" "I.. I gets nightmares. Deys wake me up..keep me up a lot... I dont get a lot o sleep" "Ahuuuuuuuuhh.... Do you think this lack of sleep could contribute to your black out?"

Mr. D.IpliéreYesterday at 8:38 PM

Prosecutor raises his hand a little, barely looking up from his paper. "Objection, your honour, what's the point of all this speculation?"

WallabyYesterday at 8:43 PM

Wallaby paused "W- weeeellll... My poinntttt if ya let me get to it mister bawsy pants!" no regard for court ettiquette but that was a Warfstache for ya. "Is that if the boys sleep walkin he cant be accountable for his actions" He huffed, turned around "Where ya?" "I..... no? I dont know I dont remember but I do remember waking up and hurrying over" "Why the hurrry" "I heard my friends yelling sounded like they were in trouble.... then I saw..them and I-... Next thing I knew I was... being dragged away" "Sounds like sleep walking" Wallaby huffed and wandered back to the table "Your witness" he smirked at the prosecutor and Yancy put his face in his hands.

Mr. D.IpliéreYesterday at 8:46 PM

The Procecution rolled his shoulders back a little, rising to his feet. "Your honour may I approach the bench?" He asked. ...... He began the walk, but stopped, waiting for Wallaby to follow. This was more so he could talk to him in the middle of this.

WallabyYesterday at 8:50 PM

Wallaby linked and hopped up to join him, a hushed conversation...There's a lot of faff and fuss from Wallaby before he hugs the prosecutor with a squeaky noise then shuffled on back to his desk to sit back down, a smug look on his face

Mr. D.IpliéreYesterday at 8:58 PM

The prosecutor straightened his tie and moved back... seemed his opposition was trying to plead insanity. “The court would like to call Dr Aiden Parker to the stand.”

YancyYesterday at 9:00 PM

Yancy relaxed and hopped out of the chair letting Rex man handle him again, nothing h wasnt used to. Dr Parker stood, fixed his suit jacket and wandered over. He set a small stone on the table

"I'm also Agnostic but this is a truth stone."

He let Rex give the speech. "

“I swear.”

 On to questioning. He set his hands neatly in his lap.

Mr. D.IpliéreYesterday at 9:01 PM

The prosecution is now limited to three questions each.”Dr Parker, you are a psychiatrist, correct? You’ve got an astounding CV. He said tapping his finger down onto the table next to him.”

Dr. ParkerYesterday at 9:04 PM

Parker keep a professional look to him. "I am the on site psychiatrist for Happy Trails Penitentiary, yes. .... and thank you" Wallaby raised an eyebrow, watching curiously. Seems at least his focus is in the right place now...(edited)

Mr. D.IpliéreYesterday at 9:07 PM

*Two professionals back and forth with equal composure. “What’s it like working with some of the most dangerous people ever convicted?”

Dr.ParkerYesterday at 9:09 PM

Parker raised an eyebrow then put it down again.

"No different to the rest of my field. Danger only comes from those who feel it necessary to be a threat. I have yet to find anyone who is to be dubbed "dangerous" in my books"

His voice was odd... so were his eyes but they didn't hold much distraction.

Mr. D.IpliéreYesterday at 9:16 PM

The prosecutor mentally thanked the doctor for his easy manner and setting the foundation. “And yet within hours of being discharged from their medical bay, he was setting off small explosive devices, he manages to get re-armed, and now there he sits..” he points to Yancy, “having stabbed another human being 73 times. That’s more times than a human should naturally be able to do on their own by almost double.” He scuffed his heel and paced. “How many times will this happen again before a professional such as yourself considers them Dangerous.”

WallabyYesterday at 9:22 PM

Wallaby piped up "Awbjection! The bawmb was Bambams" Bambam went wide eyed and looked ready to bolt but stayed put. Yeah ok...they'd take that hit for Yancy. IT was their idea.... Parker waited for them to finish "

“Yancy was recently put in my care as per the Warden's request on regards of rehabilitation. The Warden believed that Yancy was capable of full rehabilitation and chances for Parole that Yancy was hoping to achieve. Called it Vacation."

He offered a small twitch of a fond smile

"However. Yancy has been unable to sleep. Myself and Dr Rothgott have discussed this and recently prescribed him medication to take to assist this, two days prior to the event occurring. While I agree 73 is ..excessive by any means, I also believe that Mr. Iplier was not in control of his actions at the time. Mr Iplier suffers from a great deal of what could potentially be Post Traumatic Stress. This in turn could be triggered by the sight of his attacker, bringing back the memories of his father of which he currently serves sentence for."

Parker sounded like he could have been a lawyer if he wanted to. How many court cases in his time as a doctor? "

“This being said, I would like to repeat that Yancy is new in my care and currently under going treatment. His sessions were recently pushed to daily one hour sessions.”

Mr. D.IpliéreYesterday at 9:26 PM

The prosecutor put a hand on his desk and leaned back against it for a moment as if to think... He paused... “...One final question. Do you think, in your professional opinion, that this Post Traumatic Stress response, violent as it may be.... let me rephrase..” .... “Do you think he would do something like this again?”

Dr.ParkerYesterday at 9:27 PM

Parker leaned back a little confidently. "

“No. With the proper treatment he is now getting and the medication he is now receiving, I believe given the time for those medications to take effect and with a detective now on the case of what has been going on at the prison, the chances of Yancy having another episode are incredibly slim."

Mr. D.IpliéreYesterday at 9:33 PM

The prosecutor looked down, nodding slightly. Unfortunately he was running out of time. “No further questions.”

WallabyYesterday at 9:35 PM

Wallaby hopped up "Defense would like to call Warden Murder'Slawghter to the stand" He waggled his stache with a smirk. Gonna get em so good oh yeah! @The Sandwich was in for it! Look at this handsome fella- wait....... Abe?.. wait... no.. hang on.... OH! how about that! Abe had a brother! Wait what was Abe’s last name again? didnt matter!

Mr. D.IpliéreYesterday at 9:37 PM

the prosecution looked a little confused. Didn’t he have any questions?... oh well he’s made his choice... time was slowly ticking away.

The WardenYesterday at 9:40 PM

Mr. Murder-Slaughter stood when his name was called, looking down at himself to ensure his attire was in order before making his way to the stand. He wasn't the religious type, but he swore on the bible anyways. He wasn't about to swear on a pudding cup. He licks his lips and makes sure his mouth wasn't too dry before he spoke. His expression was stern.

WallabyYesterday at 9:44 PM

Wallaby wanders over to the warden and smiles "You look a lawt like a friend o mine! ah anyway! Warden you over see everythin at the prison correct?"

The WardenYesterday at 9:46 PM

The warden nods slowly, hands folded neatly in his lap. He tried to ignore how his palms were starting to become sweaty. "I do."

WallabyYesterday at 9:46 PM

He nods and continues "And would you say you were close with your inmates, or rather Yancy?" he keeps his questions short n sweet

Mr. D.IpliéreYesterday at 9:47 PM

Prosecution scribbles something down.

The WardenYesterday at 9:47 PM

Another nod. "Yes." His voice is steady and calm as if he had done this before.

WallabyYesterday at 9:48 PM

He continues "Alright, if you know Yancy so well, is this something that happens awften with him? Would you say he was a dangerous inmate?"

The WardenYesterday at 9:50 PM

The warden suddenly sits up straighter. "Yancy is rarely ever, if not never, a violent individual. From what I've seen before the incident has been a rather tender and kind person; I do not think he is a dangerous inmate."

WallabyYesterday at 9:51 PM

Wallaby nods. "You walked in on the scene right? Can ya describe to us what you saw, specifically Yancy?"

Mr. D.IpliéreYesterday at 9:53 PM

Pen was at the ready, so far so good from the prosecutor view

The WardenYesterday at 9:55 PM

Mr. Murder-Slaughter is silent for a moment as he ponders over the question. "I...." He clears his throat and shifts where he sat. "When I arrived on the seen I saw Yancy, accompanied by Michael Gregory, Andrew Gregory, Jason Campell, Henry Valmer, and Tamara Rose, over the body of Frank Wallace. Yancy looked... Scared, to say the least, like he was shell-shocked. He didn't seem aware of his surroundings at the time." He looks at Wallaby the entire time he spoke.

WallabyYesterday at 9:57 PM

Wallaby nodded along, his back to th warden and more facing the crowd. "But can you describe to us the scene itself. The gruesome details the wounds the murder! ahuh" he turned to face him now. "What about the murder weapon, who had it?"

The WardenYesterday at 10:02 PM

"There was a lot of blood, and glitter. At the time of the scene I was not aware of who the victim was, only that he was clearly dead. Yancy and the other inmates I named were covered in Frank's blood." He starts to narrow his eyes as he wracks through the memory for details. "I believe the murder weapon was on the ground next to the body."

WallabyYesterday at 10:03 PM

Wallaby wafts a hand and wanders away "No more questions your honor. Your witness" He smiles to Mr Ipliére and takes his seat. Yancy is glaring at the pink mustache on Wallabys face with a look that could kill. He was doing so good dammit!

Mr. D.IpliéreYesterday at 10:06 PM

The prosecution took a few minutes, writing something down before repeating. Standing up and beginning the walk. “Mr. Murderslaughter. You boast a safe place for rehabilitation over punishment. But surely your establishment has punishments In place.”

The WardenYesterday at 10:06 PM

"We do." He curtly nods in confirmation, watching the other closely.

Mr. D.IpliéreYesterday at 10:07 PM

The man stopped in his tracks and adjusted his glasses. “For the court, would you please go into detail?” He had to make this case solid.

The WardenYesterday at 10:11 PM

Mr. Murder-Slaughter huffs a bit. "Depending on the degree of the misbehavior, inmates may be confined to their cell; made to work janitorial duties while monitored by a guard; sent to solitary; or loose certain privileges such as un-timed showers, extra dessert, and ability to participate in monitored group activities."

Mr. D.IpliéreYesterday at 10:14 PM

Mr D. Ipliére remained like a brick wall in terms of comfort to be around. He paced a little with long slow strides. “Really? It almost sounds like you’re running a summer camp rather than a maximum security prison.… how can you expect to rehabilitate those with a 25-to-life sentence?”

The WardenYesterday at 10:19 PM

"It is rare I'm required to use any other form of punishment. Most inmates, including Yancy, show upstanding behavior and a sound ability to adhere and obey prison rules." The warden speaks up almost immediately.(edited)

WallabyYesterday at 10:20 PM

Wallaby takes out the banana....

Mr. D.IpliéreYesterday at 10:23 PM

The prosecutor brought his hand up a little, coiling it into a loose fist. “And yet within the days leading up to this, there was another violent incident wasn’t there? And somehow it was only just out of view of the cameras. A lot of stuff seems to get missed....” his pacing sped a little. “Just how well do you know your inmates, Warden?”

WallabyYesterday at 10:25 PM

Wallaby slowly starts squeezing the banana

The WardenYesterday at 10:29 PM

Mr. Murder-Slaughter's eyes flickered over to the loose fist the prosecutor held up. "The violent behavior comes from the three inmates. I believe-" He pauses, staring past Mr. Ipliére and at Mr. Wallaby. He watches him squeeze the banana, his brows furrowing. "Er- I know some inmates more than others."(edited)

Mr. D.IpliéreYesterday at 10:32 PM

The prosecutor steps towards him... deep in thought but yes never moving from him. “... one final question for you warden. Would it be safe to assume that a prison with divided gangs, literal tunnels between cells, and that such violations that make Alcatraz look like a country fair... such a prison can hardly call itself maximum security, wouldn’t you agree?

WallabyYesterday at 10:33 PM

Wallaby squeezed the banana so it spluttered everywhere "Awbjection! Leading the witness!" ((Edit: It’s against prison rules to squeeze the bananas. An intimidation tactic by Wallaby))

Mr. D.IpliéreYesterday at 10:34 PM

”Withdrawn your honour... no further questions.”

WallabyYesterday at 10:36 PM

Wallaby grins. Got em! "No further questions."

Mr. D.IpliéreYesterday at 10:38 PM

”The prosecution would like to call prisoner 112113 to the stand.”

BambamYesterday at 10:39 PM

Bambam's chest sank. Shit... shitshitshit ok.. They slowly stood, letting Rex shift them over to the stand. They'd swear on the bible. Carefully leaning back, glasses nudged back up their nose and fixed the Prosecutor with as big a fuck you stare as they could manage.

Mr. D.IpliéreYesterday at 10:41 PM

The prosecutor was as phased as a stone. “You’ll have to forgive me, they seemed to have submitted your papers wrong I can’t seem to figure out your pronouns. Would you state for the record what you would like to be called?”

BambamYesterday at 10:43 PM

Bambam raised an eyebrow "They them.... Though I guess he/him is fine for like.. legal shit, just prefer they them... Agender." they didnt care about announcing it. Proud and comfortable in what they were. Their eyes flashed over to Yancy, then back again.

Mr. D.IpliéreYesterday at 10:45 PM

The Prosecution offered them the first genuine smile. “Mx Bambam. Would you state your relation to the Accused?”

BambamYesterday at 10:46 PM

Bambam set their hands in their lap. "He's my best friend. Known him for 4 years now. "

Mr. D.IpliéreYesterday at 10:48 PM

”And in the four years you’ve known him, has he ever behaved like this before?”

BambamYesterday at 10:49 PM

Bambam frowned. He'd sworn to truth. "No.... I er.... Didn't know that was..even in him. Wasn't like him at all"

Mr. D.IpliéreYesterday at 10:51 PM

The prosecution furrowed his brow slightly. “And you were there for the incidents both inciting and the crime were trying the Accused for?”

BambamYesterday at 10:52 PM

"I was attacked by one of the assholes responsible for all this mess, and was there for them trying to kill my friend Hank, of which Yancy prevented yes." Bambam fed a little more information out. Get that shit into court early. They sneered a little, desperate to do everything they could to help Yancy.

Mr. D.IpliéreYesterday at 11:00 PM

Mr. D.Ipliére faced them head on. "And how did he prevent this attempted murder on.. Hank." Making sure he got the names right.

BambamYesterday at 11:05 PM

Bambam fidgeted a bit, growing annoyed. This was bring back bad memories. Court. Cuffs. Questions. Judge bagel. They wrung their hands together. Picking at the edges of their nails. "He protected us.... Yes it was excessive. But he kinda..snapped ya know? Wasnt himself. Me n Tiny had to pull him off but hes a strong guy. Took us a bit. Second he came to he completely shut down inside, didnt say a word just starin.... I’ve never seen him like that. But I dont blame him.... If he didnt do it ... those three bastards would just keep hurting us. Two of em are still at fucking large. And instead of trying to follow the trail of glitter we left on em, we're stuckin in court over stupid shit that wasn't Yancys fault! Meanwhile those two remaining dick heads are plotting a new way to get us all killed." they growled a little and settled back down. "Sorry just... Yancy got hurt because Warden told him not to hurt anyone. If we stuck by that we'd all be dead. What Yancy did was self defense and protecting us..."

Mr. D.IpliéreYesterday at 11:11 PM

The Prosecution stood and watched him spill. "It's alright, I understand that you all care for each other." His eyes were fixed on the witness. For a few moments he didn't look like he would say anything and would force them to be in silence for hours. "I know this is difficult, so.. in your own time. What do you think would be the reason as to why these three individuals are so easily able to slip out of the grasp of the guards seemingly unnoticed? What sparked the firecracker" He asked, tucking a hand in his pocket.

BambamYesterday at 11:12 PM

Bambam fidgeted their hands again, and yet unlike Yancy didn't make a sound with the chains. "Wish I knew. I've suspicions of my own on why they're attacking us, mainly him. ... but they’re speculations."

Mr. D.IpliéreYesterday at 11:14 PM

Mr. D.Ipliére nodded and turned on his heel, moving to the box and taking something out. He got closer to the stand. "Can you tell me what this is?" He said, holding up a photograph of a shiv. But there was a bunch more sheets of paper in his hand here."

BambamYesterday at 11:18 PM

Bambam leaned in to see the more minute details. "...27. Gave that one for Tiny to borrow. Defensive. It's a shiv. One of mine. I make them, I've a stash, Warden knows of this as I confessed and they have been arranging a cell search to confiscate em" Honesty. Yancy appreciated that. His face was in his hands again, his stomach churning, he felt sick.

Mr. D.IpliéreYesterday at 11:20 PM

Mr. D.Ipliére smirked and tucked a couple pages back. "These are all you're work, correct?" He said, "Let the record show I am submitting evidence found at the crime scene."

BambamYesterday at 11:21 PM

Bambam nodded "All mine. If they've a little B notched in the bottom they're mine. Some are a bit less specific but I can identify them."

Mr. D.IpliéreYesterday at 11:24 PM

He put most of them back... but held onto one.. He brought it back over. "This one in particular... did you make this one? Just confirming." ... He knew the answer. He gave them enough time to answer. .... "So how is it then... That Yancy came to acquire not one but two of your shivs and use them against this group of people twice? Did he say anything to you when he got them?"

BambamYesterday at 11:26 PM

Bambam gave the confirm. "Every single one of my friends has a shiv made by me. For defensive purposes. I fail to see how this is relevant. We had weapons. Yes. That's nothing new here."

Mr. D.IpliéreYesterday at 11:30 PM

The Prosecutor was sharp tongued.... but he softened. "Lets take it elsewhere then. You were there when he was discharged from medical. Did he in any way indicate that he would retaliate against the group that put him in there in the first place?"

BambamYesterday at 11:32 PM

Bambam licked their bottom lip. Irritated. "no. He was more worried about our safety since while he was in medical both me and my sibling were sent to medical as well. One for a cell invasion that I tried to tackle and unmask the bastard doing it, and then my sibling for when they set Yancy's cell on fire. We have the next cell over and my sibling got smoke inhalation." they grumbled a bit. "The real culprit needed to be in this court are the bastards running around dressed like a burger and a swan."

Mr. D.IpliéreYesterday at 11:33 PM

The Prosecutor nodded. "Thank you, Mx. Gregory. No further questions." He said, swooping back behind the desk."

WallabyYesterday at 11:39 PM

Wallaby waggled his stache, the fake one falling off revealing a pink one. Abe nearly jumped out of his seat. SON OF A BITCH! He stayed seated. Had to behave. Shit.. Oh ho ho! Got him this time! He'd wait outside and arrest em! "Mx Bambam can you pleaaaseee explain to the court. If you make shivs for all of the inmates. Was it one of yours that killed the victim?" ".... Yes." "Was it one of yours that did the damage to Mr Yancy prior to the murder?" "......... Yes" "Ahuh. So in a seeeenseee this is more your fault?" "wh- What!? No? I mean... Yancy asked to borrow one. He never used it when he was confronted. It got stolen by Frank. We still havent found it." "Yeah huh." Wallaby spun his hand gesturing to continue. "Er... plead the ..fifth..." Wallaby rolled his eyes. "Question dropped. Next question." Wallaby rounded on Bambam

Mr. D.IpliéreYesterday at 11:41 PM

The prosecution suddenly looked... confused. Objection on the grounds of leading the witness, but at least he caught himself.

WallabyYesterday at 11:48 PM

"You mentioned that you and Mr Yancy were close friends? Besties! Do you have bracelets?" Bambam gave the biggest wtf face imaginable. "Would you say that in those 4 years Yancy has shown any strings of violent acts at all?" "Wh-....." Bambam's face dropped. Yes... yes there was. The friendly shivvings to rookie guards, the fist fights with newbies. Not to mention that fight with Y/N.....  "Yes..." "Ahuh. Can you list a few instances?" "....... Couple of fist fights with other inmates. Kinda... dominance thing ya know? He's got a reputation to uphold. Nothing more than a black eye or anythin' nothing big. Served solitary for it each time" "What about those shivs of yours? Any violent tendencies?" "....... " fuck. What could he do. Pleading the fifth wouldnt work cos it wasnt about them here. Couldnt lie. Likely wallaby had the answer already. "We er.... contrary to popular belief we like it at Happy Trails.... We er.. sometimes have to ensure that we don't land up in parole. We dont want to leave. So..... Sometimes.. we have to er... Prod a couple guards or fellow inmates to ensure that doesnt happen...bu-..." no buts "Though we make sure not to aim anywhere lethal, or permanently harmful." "So what youre saying is that Yancy has a history of stabbing fellow inmates?" "Wh-. I" Wallaby raised a brow "How does that help his case? I-.... Youre gonna get him killed!" "Answer the quessstion" Wallaby waggled his stache at Bambam who shifted abruptly "What? No! He doesn't go around killing people! HE's a sweetheart!">>Wallaby frowned "He has 3 prior murder charges" "We all do" Bambam sneered "Doesnt mean were gonna go ape shit for no fuckin reason!" "And yet he did" "He wasn't himself!" Bambam stood up and Yancy did everything he could to keep his own composure. Sparkles shifting to stand and try to tell Bambam to sit down but Jimmy caught them. "But theres chance he could do it again?" "No! He had a trauma reaction to someone who tried to kill him and wasn't himself! Disassociated afterwards and just f-" he paused and looked to the prosecutor, then the bagel judge "This is fucking bullshit!!"/e

Mr. D.IpliéreYesterday at 11:57 PM

The judge seemed to warn the witness to watch his temper and language with another tap from the gavel, however it might've just fallen off of it.. It was for not though. Bambam's sudden outburst would get them held in contempt. The prosecutor didn't seem to mind the case practically making itself. Like he said. Open and shut. He began putting some papers into an organized pile to put back in the evidence box.

BambamYesterday at 11:58 PM

Bambam kicked up a fuss as they were dragged out by Rex, tossed out of the room and given to some other guards to take care of. Sparkles could be heard jingling as they started shaking. This was bad. "No more questions~" Wallaby smirked and wandered back to his desk, leaning back and opened his snickers. omnomnom~

December 1, 2019

Mr. D.IpliéreToday at 12:08 AM

The prosecution Put the rest of the file back into his briefcase and waited for the judge's word... Again longer than necessary. Closing remarks.

"Your honour what should have been a cut and dry case was dragged through the mud and hung out to dry. But we all know who's responsible for these horrendous actions. And we have to keep in mind the safety of not only the Accused, but the people he spends his time with and around. Therefore, I surmise that if the appropriate punishment as dictated by this our court was followed then the real problem - no - the real threat... would remain in place." He adjusted the rims of his glasses. "You've heard it here today that the prisoners don't wish to leave Happy Trails. That suggests not only that rehabilitation is not working, but that it is fostering this kind of environment where behaviour like this thrives. Gangs growing, crime rising. Fifteen years the prison goes without a fight. And now, suddenly, it's all growing. And it's all... Surrounding... The Warden." He paused. "But we're not here discussing the misdeeds of a prison warden, if we were we would be here for a very long time your honour." He chuckled. "But what the accused isn't the chair, isn't one death on our hands enough? Isn't this suffering enough? Daily one hour sessions aren't enough for a prisoner with PTSD. Real security measures must be put in place to protect everyone. These crimes cannot go unanswered. I hope you'll make the right decision, your honour. Think about what's best for the state, for the prison.... for the world."*

WallabyToday at 12:20 AM

Wallaby stood. "What we clearly have is a ruthless psychopathic murderer on our hands! One that can't be controlled! If not the chair then clearly the padded cells are what waits them!" Wallaby huffed. "While they are most certainly a sweetheart, inside lies a beast waiting to jump owut! I hope you make the right decision your honor!"

Mr. D.IpliéreToday at 12:20 AM

There is a feeling in the air... like an old tube tv being left on all night.. there seems to be a red static effect around him for a few moments.

The bagel contemplated this for quite some time.........The room was silent... tense as it awaited a verdict.

In the case of  Mr. Y. "Yancy" Iplier for the murder of Mr. Frank "Tooth Wallace in this the year of our lord 20biteen... We the carbed find the defendant...

The door to the back of the courtroom swings open and loudly shuts behind as a woman in white storms in . She walks all the way from one end of the room to the other, storming like a man on a mission. "Your honour, this court room is in serious violation and has grounds to be dismissed as Mistrial."(edited)The prosecution looked mortified. "On what grounds?" "FOR ONE THING THE DEFENSE IS EATING THE JUDGE" "You're being ridiculous." "No! This whole thing makes no sense at all! Why does he have a giant letter A? Why does he have a GUN?" This woman was not pleased.*

WallabyToday at 12:34 AM

Wallaby goes wide eyed, quickly putting the half eaten judge down "wh- n-noooooo! It's a perfectly respectable cowurt room!" Wilford started to protest, gun wafting in the air

Mr. D.IpliéreToday at 12:36 AM

The womans eyes lit up like fire behind her glasses. The Prosecution's demeanor cracked a little. She turned on her heel and just... walked behind the judge counter... Taking a piece of paper from in front of where the bagel used to be and reading it out loud. "Mr Y. Yancy. On the grounds of improper legal council proceedings and a seemingly under prepared lawyer defending you, I have no choice but to dismiss this case. You're free to go." She says firmly, taking the gavel and tapping it with a loud solid crack.

WallabyToday at 12:40 AM

Wilford fidgeted and wandered closer to Mr. Ipliére ..... "I-............." He fidgeted his hands together "Are we fired?"

Mr. D.IpliéreToday at 12:45 AM

Mr. Ipliére smirked. "Probably won't be allowed to run another court show, ol' boy." He said with a little smirk. "Now... you should go celebrate with your client.  Enjoy the rest of your night, Mr... Wallaby." He gave a slight smile... And watched the woman put the courtroom back in order. The trial would go through an evaluation and, most likely, completely be appealed. She marched over to them both. "YOU! What in HELL where you thinking?" She asked loudly. "Kathryn please-" "NO! Don't you Kathryn please me! you were COMPLETELY unprofessional and nearly cost this man his life." There was a loud popping sound and the red around the man got a little brighter. He tried to walk away from her and his silhouette seemed.. delayed behind him. "Hey Get back here!" She shouted. He was leading the hurricane away from Wil and Yancy. No more shouting for one day...

WilfordToday at 12:47 AM

Wilford jumped back a bit "ah... probably nawt... ah but a good defense case from you! Sawry if my prosecution was a bit har-!!!" He jumped back and looked to Mr Ipliére. choosing to run with him instead. Heh this would be fun! More fn than a boring court room! "You still want that smoothie?" He chuckled as he ran with Dark away from the hurricane that was Kathryn.

DarkiplierToday at 12:51 AM

Dark shook his head. “....sure fine. Your treat though. I did so much research for thi-“ “GET BACK HERE” Power walking faster thank you fuck

WilfordToday at 12:52 AM

Wilford laughs, taking Dark's ring hand and suddenly they were gone with a little waggle of a pink mustache... left his pants behind. Yancy stared in...absolute disbelief. He was certain he was going to get the chair. Ba-bambam... they'd done so much to protect him. And the doctor too! And-..... Mr Dark... He glanced down to his right hand, thumb running over the letters. ....... Thank you.... both o you.... He kept his head down, just waiting. His body was still shaking, his back hurt it was so tense, his ribs hurt from hunching forward, his eyes were burning as tears fell down his face. Slowly his eyes passed tot he Warden........ Slowly but surely the officials obeyed the ruling of the angry woman and eaten bagel.... They filed out. Rex came to grab Yancy and the other inmates, dragging them all back to Solitary. Yancy, to the wardens office to discuss further with him. Court was no longer in session....

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[wang-yeon]

Accidental| Hoseok

Your boyfriend doesn't show up for your date leaving you in the awkward position of peers staring at you with sorry eyes. Right as your about to get up a presence saves you from your embarrassment portraying as your boyfriend.

Warning: Cussing, implied smut, Smiley Hobi!

Genre: A dash of fluff and angst?

Word Count: 8.8K

A/N: I saw this prompt on pintrest and thought it was cute, also i may have made some spelling mistakes and other things because Teen wolf came on tonight and I needed to finish before it came on. Please dont hate me frens!

Hours had passed and the loneliness and dread in my head only managed to sprout further more into my heart. I had been promised a lovely evening at a rather expensive restaurant but it was far from the situation that was vowed. I was missing the very non evident boyfriend that was supposed to be sitting across the table as i was met with the cold nothingness of a longing body. I had merely order a bottle of wine to cover up my sorrows but that doesn't really do the trick as the angry waiter suggest you should leave so he can fill the table and others staring at you with pity and disgust.

The classic lines 'Oh he'll be here in a moment' or 'Hes running slightly late, he'll be here soon.' were just running out of justification. If it wasn't for the seemingly careless stares everything wouldn't have worsened. This visible contact made anyone think that i was a saddened women being stood up for what she thought would be a good evening, which they weren't wrong for this assumption. However this wasn't normal him to do, sure he once and awhile got caught up in work but always informed me if he wasn't going to be able to make it or even if he was the most tad bit of late. Sure enough due to my observation it was enough to but ideas into my fragile mind. The main option being that he was cheating on me and assuming that i would never catch on.

My frown deepened at the news as i danced my finger around the rim of my wine glass. My eyes had officially gone dead and lonely thinking of the pain and misery he was putting me through while he was sticking his dick in a mean less hole. Somehow a mean less hole was definitely better than me as he was spending his time with her rather than me making my stomach churn.

If matters couldn't get worst the waiter approached my table with a face of Sorrow. The own waiter pitted me as did everyone else in the restaurant. No one just had the courage to ask me if i was okay or to just stop staring and tend to there meals. The waiter had finally mustered up the courage to kick me out and hand the table to someone who actually needed it rather than a useless mopey body. I could tell he didn't want to and i didn't need to be told to leave once again so saving myself further more embarrassment i stood up ready to make my long waited escape. Before the waiter could approach me properly a body came storming in and took a seat right across from me. I had previously been gathering my things before being shock by the sudden presence, halting my actions.

"Sorry babe traffic was crazy."

This simple existence of a new person caused me to look at him stunned. I hadn't known who he happened to be or why he had chosen to sit across from me right as i was leaving. I was far oblivious from what he was proposing till the small whisper fell from his lips.

"Just go with it."

I looked at the stranger with curious eyes before the waiter was greeted to our table in a moments notice. As the waiter approached our table the stranger proceed to say how sorry he was about him being late making sure he said it loud enough for everyone to hear including the waiter. It was a kind gesture letting the peers know that i truly wasn't a saddened women but it also made me feel slightly annoyed that he had to save me from the situation. It made me feel vulnerable and pathetic that he felt the urge to save me from even more embarrassment. None of the less it was a kind gesture that i was willing to accept.

The waiter cleared his throat and dotted his eyes between me and the rather handsome male seated across from me. He connected the dots and came to the conclusion that this happened to be my date. The waiter plastered a smile of hope that my evening had been turning around for the better. I hope it was.

"Well its certainly a pleasure to see you finally arrive, you shouldn't keep a lady waiting for such a long time."

"I know, I apologize deeply, my arrogance got the best of me."

He certainly did have some acting skills up his hand and it was fairly a believable performance. It was certain that he was also putting on a show as everyone watched the seen unfold. The peers had been watching way before he had appeared and as he began to act everything out no one couldn't help but to watch the scene happen before there eyes.

"Well may i start with drinks?"

"Yes, Ill take a sprite please and for the lady."

I looked up to be met with his eyes. They were the darkest of all irises almost black even. Im sure in the brightest of lights you would be able to make out his dark brown eyes. They were lovely to uphold and admire. The stranger seemed to take notice of my admiration as he flashed a warm smile. His smile was different from his eyes as they held the brightest of all things. I could tell it was a kind gesture but i couldn't help get an once of warmness in my heart, something that i shoved away. I had to remember i did have a boyfriend and that the scene playing out in front of me was all a scene exactly.

"Another glass of wine please."

The waiter nodded and fled from the table. I grabbed the menu and began observing the things listed. It was remarkable how long i had been sitting here but never managed to grab the menu and look at the choice. Probably because i didn't imagine actually eating at this restaurant tonight, being kicked out was the only option i saw tonight.

As I was skimming through out the menu i couldn't help but often glance up at the stranger questioning why he chose to sit and save me from ashamed moment. He could have easily watched as everyone else did but rather he took action and tried to save me from my hard ship. I admired him for that and was still curious on way he settled for something like that. A normal person would have just accepted the kindness wither as for me i had a nagging voice asking me why over and over again.

"You didn't have to do that you know?"

The stranger looked up at me with a small smile. He sure did seem to smile a lot,he seemed like a positive person. We haven't spoken to each other formally yet i was already analyzing him to the brim taking in every small detail.

"Oh please its fine, i much rather eat with you then by myself."

He waved it off acting as if it was a problem. Which it wasn't, i was just surprised by his actions of doing something so caring. I couldn't get that off my mind. Why had he been sitting by himself to top it off. Surely someone who presented himself as kind as he is doesn't deserve to eat by themselves. Maybe the details i were reading up on were just false information. I shouldn't give my hopes up, i already wasted enough of that tonight.

"Do you usually drink wine a lot cause i can smell the wine from all the way over here."

I glanced up from the menu to be met with his small smile and a laugh following behind it. I would have found it funny too but the trauma that i had gone through tonight was enough to make me drink a whole ocean of wine. My dull mood everything less bearable and his witty comments make me want to swim in the ocean of wine.

"Alright, i can see why you wouldn't laugh at that. I've seen you over here waiting for the past few hours, whats your name by the way?"

He must have took notice in my non existent laugh and not so energetic mood as he was glowing with it. I suppose getting to know the guy i was on a date with wouldn't hurt. Possibly know that he came to rescue me from my vulnerable state he could change my mood to a more positive light.

"Y/N"

He looked up from the menu to be met with my fearful gaze. He was obviously confused by my sudden blurt especially since it was the first word i had managed to say to him. Along the lines he began to catch on nodding his head before he began speaking.

"Ah you finally speak to me, Im joking. Thats a very lovely name i suppose i should tell you mine now. My name is Jung Hoseok."

I nodded at him in response. I hadn't been good at first dates i was always awkward with strangers and it was very evident that he was the polar opposite as he beamed with confidence and handed me small compliments. It was enough to make me slightly shiver in my seat surely he took notice of my actions. His eyes slightly softened as he put the menu down and looked over at the table attempting to met my worried eyes.

"Hey, i know this is weird but lets just make this as comfortable as we can. Lets just imagine that were two people getting to know each other. So, where do you work?"

I scooted myself closer to the table trying to push myself out of my comfort zone and actually participate in this rather strange moment between two strangers. If Hoseok was willing to go to drastic measures to make me feel less embarrassed then i should at least east repay him with communication and a reasonable date.

"I do billing and coding, nothing very interesting but it pays well. When i was young i always dreamed of owning a dance studio but it never worked out."

I was worthy of owning a dance studio as i was rather good at dance but the money never worked out and here it seemed like money meant everything. So i took the alternate path of becoming something i never saw myself becoming but didn't complain. I had met my boyfriend there along the way making my life enhance before it soon Plateaued as months passed by. Now my boyfriend and his entire being someone how been managed to be replace by Hoseok. I hadn't known why i had given him such information but it was a first date after all, well kinda. I was supposed to tell him something semi interesting about me even if it wasn't knowing something about someone was always somewhat valuable.

"Really? I actually work at a dance studio I would love to show you around sometime. Maybe you could help me with a few classes."

His eyes lightened up as he talked on. He truly did love what he was doing and it slightly warmed my heart as he wanted me to join. I was honored definitely especially since it had been something i had my heart set on but was destroyed when everyone told me how preposterous the idea had become. I could see how carefree Hoseok appeared to be and i envied that as he was doing something he loved while i was stuck being a desk day dreaming.

"I wouldn't want to be a burden."

Hoseok shook his hand as if he was offend.

"Of course you wont be, It would be a pleasure to have you by my side."

I smiled at his kind gesture. It was mind blowing how i already felt these warm sparks through out my body and we haven't even known each other for merely a day. It was scary to say the least but was more scary was that i was growing an attraction for someone other than my significant other. Why was i even thinking about him he was the one who graciously stood me up and was where ever he carried himself. Hoseok was kind enough to show me some sort of interest and i needed to focus on that rather on useless things that were irrelevant as of now.

"You have a lovely smile."

I hadn't done that quiet often. I haven't really found the purpose of smiling as i didn't see the most joys in things but as he complimented me without any hesitation. It made me want to smile as big as i could the simple gesture made me beam unexpectedly as he joined along. The big smiles that graced our faces stayed through out our mind bending conversation about the littlest of things. He laughed loudly while i held in my laughs and settled for small giggles. Our moment felt like a life time as we were lost in each others voice before the friendly waiter was by our sides once again.

"Are we ready to order?"

We had been so wrapped up in each other that i hadn't got a chance to actually decide what i wanted, same had went for Hoseok. The blank stares and the eager reach for the menu made the waiter only groan louder.He had been waiting on me all night and didn't intend to wait any longer. We flipped through out the menu before a loud cough from Hoseok brought me away from looking at my menu. The waiter asked if he was okay even though his features looked as if he could care less.

"Yes, its just the prices are..Huh wow."

I took my eyes away from him to gaze at the menu and the closest prices that happened to sky rocket. It was outrageous the amount of money you had to pay for this scrap of food. I should have known something was up when i noticed the room was filed with expressive silky dresses and snarky comments. No wonder why people were so intrigued with the scene that was unfolding.

"We can always just leave."

"NO! I mean um, no. Its the least i could do since i was terribly late."

I nodded looking through then menu trying to find the lease expressive thing on the menu. A small voice in my head kept nagging at me asking me why he had said No so abundant. I hadn't known the reasoning nor did i question it any further. The waiter was already annoyed by our mere presence why add to it.

"Ill have the salad."

I had hated salad but it was the cheapest thing on the menu. It was so plain and i much rather had chosen a simple burger rather than this expensive place shunning anything floating in the main stream. I had been so feed up with this restaurant and the bad luck that comes along with it. Happily Hoseok was the only luck that came along with the restaurant.

Hoseok put in his order as the waiter finally left with his lovely sigh. He must have really hated his job along with his life. Me and Hoseok weren't adding any positiveness to it any how as well. However when the waiter left we made our own positiveness for each other not following into the peers who looked bitter.

"Sorry for saying no so loudly, its just that i dont want the moment to end between me and you. Im actually enjoying myself a lot."

I smiled again at his kind words that once set my heart into a warm haze but as of now it felt like it was on fire. He manages to send my heart into this state with his simple words that he doesn't see as a big deal but is for me. He doesn't realize the impact it truly does hold. Maybe along the way he would understand but for now i was fine with the mindless compliments it surely fueled my liking to him.

"I just hope my pork chops are good."

"I doubt it, since the food will literally be the size of your pinky."

Hoseok  laughed whole hearty at my joke. His eyes sparkled slightly taking in my new mood that had replaced my dull one. Hoseok seemed to be kind and gentle and even though he had just managed to show up out of the blue i still was willing and ever so eager to see him more. He added something to me something that i really didnt know but it wasn't a bad thing, it made me feel actually happy and at peace. Knowing he wouldn't judge me with my simple movement that would often bother others. The waiter had approached us bearing our food as he placed it on the table before walking away without a single comment let alone a smile.

We began diving into our small portions of food dwelling on small talk and things that make our heart soar. I had been having an excelling time not minding the bland salad and only focusing on him and the moment between us. I had been giggling slightly to the point of me clutching my stomach, he sure had the personality to change someones mood. My mood changed as i felt my phone being to vibrate seeing my boyfriends name pop up. My smile immediately vanished as i silenced the phone. Hoseok took notice in my replaced state asking with concerned eyes if i was alright.

"Im fine."

Hoseok looked unconvinced as he eyed my persona. He had known something was up from the moment i looked down at my phone. I could tell possibilities for my frown were occurring in his mind. I knew he was thinking that it was himself and the situation i had been put in. He was a stranger and did come over to rescue me from my sadness but he didn't ever ask me if i wanted to go through with this. Maybe he thought i was uncomfortable, which i was but not for the reasons he thought. Overall he must have been thinking a number of things that were wrong with me till he choose to say what had been mostly crossing his mind.

"You know the guy who stood you up is a real asshole and doesnt deserve you. They surely missed out on a beautiful women tonight."

I glanced up at him feeling my heart combust once again by his comments. How did he make them seem as nonchalant as possible. He spoke his words with care and didn't matter if someone was going to shut him down for his words spoke truth and love. He was a beautiful soul and i was lucky to have met him over such circumstances. Everything about him was flowing with perfection as far as i could see. The simple thought made me smile caring as he looked over at me and held the same smile.

He reached over the table and laid his hand on mine in a comforting way. The simple contact was sending me into over drive as this was the first time we shared contact. I was sad when he drew his hand away but none of the less kept the moment fresh in my mind.

"Would you like a piece of my pork chop?"

I shook my head no the his kind gesture finishing up my salad. I had really wanted a piece but denied as it was his meal not mine. However Hoseok placed a piece down right on my plate sending me a playful smile. I swear he could smile all day and you would never get tired of it. I thanked him for the piece picking it up and placing it in my mouth before some of the juice began to dripped down my mouth.

Hoseok giggled with a bit of food in his mouth. He reached over to grab a napkin wiping it from my face. I swallowed the last bit of food focusing on the concentrated look on his face as he wiped away the residue. He even looked adorable while doing so, it amazed me how he had a control over me. His eyes soon diverted to mine as we locked together. It felt strange being so captivated in someones gaze. We began to grow closer it not taking a genius to know where it was leading to. I couldn't tell if i actually wanted this to even happen. It was the simple gaze that craved me to do so before the waiter stopped us.

"Would you like the check now?"

Hoseok moved away from me adjusting in his seat nodding along to the waiter. It was obvious the waiter was through with everything we had contributed to. It was slightly awkward at the table due to the altercation before the waiter approached us. None of the less Hoseok managed to plaster the joyful smile on his face nothing seeming to bother him. Hoseok paid willingly despite my protest. Soon enough we both got up on our way out of the restaurant.

We stood by the fast cars knocking us from any hushed sounds. I looked at the blazing cars not sure how to end the unintended evening.

"I hope next time we can make it an official date."

I turned to be met with Hoseok. It surely was an amazing time that i couldn't forget but i was faithful to someone else. Hoseok managed to make me feel the amount of small sparks my boyfriend never expressed to me. I was possibly willing to give that up because i wanted to be loyal to someone who wasn't. I was battling what i wanted to come out my mouth, i really didn't want this time to end.

"We dont have to end things right away."

Hoseok looked at me with glimpsing eyes of happiness from hearing that i had been actually enjoying the time well spent with him. I didnt know why he was so surprised by my sudden statement, im sure anyone would automatically grow a liking for someone who saved them from social embarrassment. I wanted to thank him in any means possible.

"Are you hungry for dessert? My sister owns a sweets shop."

I would be lying if i wasn't nervous to met his sister. There was no point in being nervous yet i was. I neither his friend nor foe so what was i to him. We were certainly hitting things off but it was nothing of the extreme. He was a very attractive guy making meeting his sister heighten my nerves. What if she didnt appear to like me. I had officially been over reacting and i needed to try my best and play as if i wasn't completely losing my shit entirely.

"Wow first date and im already meeting the family."

Hoseok laughed off about my comment not taking it seriously luckily. If only he knew that i was going mad just by the simple thought. I have never even met my boyfriends family members so meeting an attractive strangers that i may have grown an attachment to was sure enough to make me go slightly insane.

None of the less i shut my mouth and got in the taxi happily. During the whole way i wouldn't help but fidget in my seat. Hoseok took slight notice in my actions as he placed a caring hand on my squirming thigh. I found comfort in it as everything else he did. He sure did have a way with things and handled it well with a smile.  I couldn't help but imagine that his sister gave off the same warm smile. I would all but find out soon, and i could feel the riddling anxiety being to commence at the tender thought.

We arrived shortly after to be greeted with a small quiet shop by the side of town. It had grown dark but the shops fairly lights lit up giving a lovely scenery. People went in and out of the shop holding small sweets and treats as others stayed in the shop and devoured there scrumptious desert. Hoseok  guided me in the shop with a tight grip on my hand. He positioned me in front of the cashier where i was met with a fairly lovely lady who sported a contagious smile. She almost combust as she laid eyes on Hoseok jumping up slightly from her previous stance.

"donglyo, Im so happy to see you! Oh whos this?"

His sister directed her eyes to me. She held a smirk raising her eyebrows attempting to signal something that wasn't supposed to be. It was funny either way but Hoseok proclaimed to be slightly flustered at her suggestion. I didnt know what he was going to introduce me as, We had merely met a couple of hours ago making the situation complicated.

"Um, this is my date Y/N."

Hoseok sister and me happened to both be taken back by his answer. I dont know why was surprised, its what we were. It just felt slightly foreign to have that fall from his lips especially when i wasnt happily single. Then again i wasnt happily dating.

"Well, hello Y/N my name is Ji Woo. Now tell me how much did he pay you to go on a date with him?"

I could sense the sibling teasing as i had a sibling of my own. Hoseok still managed to groan at her comment taking offense. I thought it was rather funny and decided to play along but rather awkwardly. I still was nervous around her even though i was still warming up. She just held such a confident exterior as did her brother. It was enough to make anyone feel down about themselves and try to amount to anyone else. I tried to push the thought aside and proceed how i was acting normally when it was just Hoseok and me by ourselves.

"Actually i bought him off of E-bay. He seemed so lonely i just couldnt help myself."

Ji Woo began laughing rather loudly as i joined her with my small giggle. Hoseok stood next to me pouting that i was taking part in the teasing. I rubbed his arm letting him know that i didnt mean anything i said whole heartily. Hoseok seemed to lighten as i touched his arm slightly. It was warming to know that i had the same effect on him as he had on me. Hoseok brought his arm around my shoulder bringing us closer in proximity as he was aching for it since the slight touch. His sister cooed at use before pretending to be sick by the small affection. I felt a strange feeling of comfort by being in there presence. It was something i could grow use to.

"I like her Hobi shes a keeper."

I felt myself tense slightly and i could feel himself tense from atop me as well. He could sense my newly wed state as he became visibly nervous but played it off perfectly, almost to the point where it was unnoticeable. Hoseok respectfully removed his arm away from me, something i didnt want to happen. I had been aching for his warm embrace but didnt want to force into anything. Instead of focusing on the i decided to answer Ji Woo's statement to the best of my abilities. I hadnt known what to say or even what to think of it making me respond with my emotions on the spot.

"I sure hope Hobi thinks so as well."

I made sure to put more emphasis on the nickname his sister gave him to distract him from my bold answer. I didnt even have to answer making me slightly panic at my use of my unwanted emotions. I never trusted them scared that they would unleash the worst of the unknown. Something that i feared deeply but when i was with Hobi i noticed how he never showed an once of fear. I guess being in his presence made me think differently about things and he altered my feelings into what i always longed for them to be.

Hobi looked down at me smiling warmly at my statement making me glow inside. It was a sign of reassurance. Knowing that my feelings wouldn't be turned away any longer i assertively guided my hands to his griping on to them tightly as if afraid that the moment would be ripped away. Hobi tightened his hands along with mine almost as if he was experiencing the same thing. I lifted up his unoccupied hand to ruffle my hair making me giggle slightly at his attempt to make things semi more comfortable for his sister. She responded to our affection by throwing her head back and letting out a loud groan only to smile at us in a joking manger. They sure were siblings and were connected in many ways making me smile.

We were on the verge of ordering when Hobis sister insisted that she surprised us with her specialty. Hobi looked at her with confusion about why we couldnt just order but she kept on insisting. I tugged on Hobis hand telling him that it was fine and i was eager to try her suggestions making Ji Woo smiled in victory. She guided us to our tables before bowing politely leaving us alone. We took our seats as i looked around the restaurant taking everything in. It really was a lovely place, she had everything well going for her. I was completely memorized by her passion and what she managed to do for it.

"Your sister truly has an amazing restaurant."

"Yeah i use to work here when i was younger."

Pictures flashed through my mind of a younger Hobi working happily by his sisters side.Now he owned a dance company following his passion after seeing his sister maker her own. Maybe this is how he got his drive, by seeing his sister build up her success. It certainly made my drive to do something enhance as i heard about Hobis shop but knew i wouldnt take action int it. None of the less it was still nice to see everything to work out for them equally.

"Im sure you looked adorable prancing around in an apron."

"Oh yeah i was quiet the charmer, dancing any time i got."

I giggled at the thought not believing him. Hobi looked at me with eyes as if he was being challenged. I honestly could see him doing something like that but i just wanted to see how far he would actually do to change my beliefs. Hobi seemed as if he wasn't going to take defeat to this and subject to it so he stood up productively and began dancing very, awful might i add. I knew he was joking as he threw in some rather amazing dance moves in there but still manged to make me laugh to the point of me clutching my stomach.

Hobi halted his movements and looked at me with wonder filled eyes. I had realized that i had laughed rather loudly instead of subjecting myself to a quiet down giggled. I knew i had quit a loud laugh something that my boyfriend didnt like so i changed it in a hurry. Now as Hobi stares at me i cant help but think the same thing. as his lips begin to move i begin to realize i was wrong.

"I had been waiting all night to hear that laugh and it was all worth it."

I was taken back by his sudden affection in his eyes while he kept his playful smile. He always managed to make me melt, he couldnt have said anything and i still would have warmed slightly due to his smile. Yet he did say something. Something that sent my heart ablaze, something he had learned to be good at but shouldn't happen. In the back of my mind the nagging voice appeared again signaling that i was already in a relationship. However the mere presence of Hobi made me often forget that as i conjured up our own possible relationship abandoning the old. He never treated me with affection the way Hobi did making me think of the alternatives and they didnt seem as bad as i imagined.

I opened my mouth to say something before Hobis sister appeared with a hand full of trays. Hobi helped her placing them on the table before returning to his set. I eyed the sweets with a watering mouth eager to get my hands on the first thing i could. Ji Woo began pointing to each sweet describing each before i decided which one i wanted. Hobi was already digging in as Jo Woo watched with nervous eyes as she was afraid of what we would think of her product.

I plopped the sugary sweet in my mouth feeling it take over my taste buds. I hummed in tastefulness enjoying the flavors taking over me and splash around in my mouth. I turned to Ji Woo as she looked at me with anxiety still flowing in her eyes. It still surprised me how nervous and anxious she was about her product as it was amazing.

"This has to possibly be the best thing i have ever plopped into my mouth."

Her once nervous state change to an excited one as she visibly began to bounce up and down. Hobi was to indulged in his snack to even look up. It truly was amazing and she had to believe it as she made it.

"Oh my god, Hobi i love her. Im sure mom will as well."

Hobi was now taken away from his saver sweet as he slightly choked on it from his sisters comment. It startled me slightly too but she didnt notice as she was to excited from my opinion that she longed for. Hobi straightened himself out shooting his sister a long one she didnt take notice of as she asked another question out of the ordinary.

"Do you mind if i take a picture, Its just i havent met a girl that actually shows attraction to you and is actually very nice."

His sister was very out spoken that was for sure but i didnt mind it. I found it welcoming at times as it lightened the mood. So I scooted closer to Hobi telling him that i was fine with the idea. He eased down at my body language as he wrapped his arm around me bringing us closer. I smiled slightly as i put my head on his shoulder getting comfortable at the new position. It was slightly strange that his sister had a camera while this action was occurring but it didnt lower my comfortablity. Even when it was slightly strange.

She counted down as i displayed a huge smile waiting for the camera to go off. As she finished she sent us a quick smile before leaving us to go tend to her work. Even as the camera went off i couldnt help but still keep the smile plated on my face as Hobi went off about his sister. I laughed at some of his comments but mostly paying attention word for word. He talked about the memories he shared with her here and i couldnt help but think of the memories we just created together. Hopefully we could create more.

We had been at my house now seated on my bed something that was slightly dangerous. However i set myself up for this. Hobi was just leaving as we reached my door step as i invited him in. We had been laughing at the Disney movie displayed on the screen. We dabbled in small talk and shared genuine laughs. The part of the movie landed where Rapunzel and Flinn where on the boat and were singing along while the lanterns roamed the sky. I awed at the scene taking everything in enjoying the beautiful moment shared between the two.

While I was taking in the scene Hobi was taking note on the moment being shared between us. I rotated my body to his looking at him with curiosity as he still held the admiration. Hobi wanted to say something as his mouth opened but soon closer right after and directed his eyes back to the screen. He seemed nervous about something but i decided not to force anything on him as my eyes trailed back to the movie.

The end was rolling near as she cried on his chest singing the heart tugging song. It was sure enough to cause my eyes to water from the love they shared. Hobi took notice of my tears as he brought me into his chest engulfing me into a hug. I laughed slightly at his comfort as he ruffled my hair. I directed my eyes back to the movie as i felt Hobis eyes gaze at my figure.

"You seem more interested in me than the movie, trust me im not all that interesting."

I sat up on the couch looking at him with curious eyes and a small smirk. I could tell he was slightly tense from the question but none of the less i was playing, it seems that he didnt pick up on that part. He fiddled in his seat preparing to answer the question to the best of his ability. I was slightly intrigued by his answer by also scared for an unknown reasoning. The fear also enhanced as he cleared his throat getting serious something i hadnt seen on him but as he reached out for my hand my smile brightened as worry faded away.

"Im usually awkward when it comes to these things but none of the less i get to practice but now im going to open up and say it.See when i usually meet someone i grow attracted to i have the time to get my words together and not make them a jumbling mess however with you its different. I cant get my words together rather find any words for you have me so hypnotized by your beauty and smile. We may have met on unwanted circumstances but i want to get to know you on wanted ones. I want to know the things that cause you happiness so i can recreate them just to see the smile painted on your face for lifetimes to come. I guess what im trying to lead up to is that I like you and I really would like to see you again."

Hobi let out a final breathe as he finished his sentence with a anxious exterior. He was definitely shaking in his seat afraid of the answer. While he was freaking out on the outside you couldnt help but do the same in the inside. Had no one confessed to you in such a lovely way that your own melted heart turned to fire works and explode as he said word for word. I could tell as he meant it all as his eyes still held the admiration they had since the beginning of the movie at earlier in the day. My answer had been obvious as he held a great affect on me and i certainly couldnt lose something so gracious. I truly liked him to the point of insanity. He made me laugh genially and was they purpose of my bright smile. I liked him and he liked me. Nothing more was to be said.

I placed my lips on his while my hand caressed his cheek. It certainly was unexpected as he inhaled a big breath before exhaling and getting into the kiss. His hands were on the waist gripping slightly on them not wanting me to grow uncomfortable, but i wasnt. I wanted him to explore my body more but kept that for myself as it was to early to enhance on those actions.

The kiss broke as i pulled away Hobis eyes still closed as i laughed at his actions. He opened them slightly with a dazed expression a small smile painted on his face copying mine. The kiss was sure enough to send us both into shock as i hadnt experienced anything like that as i imagined the same went for him. The feeling went beyond the normal warming of the heart and fire works i normal felt with him but the new contact brought something far more extraordinary. It was a feeling that you didnt want to let go of and thats what i indented on.

"Luckily my sister isnt here to take a picture of our first kiss."

"Oh im sure shell find a way."

We laughed slightly driving away from the seriousness we created. It was comforting to know we could openly jump for emotion to emotion without losing a part of our minds. The werent anything drastic but comforting emotions and comforting talk. It was never tense with us as we always found a way to spark up a conversation. He was everything i wanted but deep in my mind i knew i couldnt have. There was a nagging pain that laid back but i had pushed it so far back that i didnt know why it was acting in such way. Hobi made me happy and thats all that matter at the moment.

"Do you mind if i kiss you again."

I was brought from my thought as i looked at Hobi who was slightly nervous and eager. I chuckled under my breather before nodding softy. We both met in the middle our lips clashing together with a soft sigh. The moment was filled with other bliss nothing to sensual, it kept soft and sweet. There was a feeling of wanting more but i didnt push into anything. It seemed that Hobi aimed for the same thing as i felt his tongue swipe across my bottom lip asking for promission, one that i easily granted.

Our tongues were mixing together  in pure peace and ecstasy. I had been so caught up in the feeling that i had let out a small moan and sure enough Hobi with his sense heightened from the contact he heard the small noise. He grabbed onto my thighs as his new fond confidence came out to play. He guided me to his lap before he laid down on the bed completely. It was a dangerous game we were playing that involved two young adults high on hormones. I was sure of what was meant to happen but welcomed it willingly.

Hobis hands grazed my thigh before he reached my ass. He gave it a tight squeeze letting me see the side of him that was rather kinkier than i anticipated. I moaned do to this as he smirked into the mouth watering kiss. His hands roamed up my abdomed as his hands disappeared under my shirt. I shuttered from the coldness of his hands but still accepted them as they were a part of him. His hands rubbed up and down on my sides ever so slightly teasing there way up to my breast. The feeling of his hands fluttering through my body and his toxic kiss was enough to shot happiness that i hadnt felt in ages but the feeling quickly switched to fear as i heard the front door close and someone calling my name.

I broke from the kiss as Hobi looked with shock at the sound and new found presence in the house. That when i remember the nagging presence that had been place in my head, i had pushed it so far away that i completely forget the reason it was placed there for. My mind had been so filled up with the happiness i was gaining from Hobi that i completely forgot about my boyfriend.

I improvised as quick as i could trying to gather any evidence of Hobi and and shoving it into the closet as him being on the bed was far worst. I straightened out my clothes and placed myself casually on the bed looking a the movie trying to look as normal as possible. He stormed in with red angered eyes making me sit up. Had he known of the situation that was going under his nose now coming to the surface. I stood up afraid that if i looked as if i didnt care or know what was going on he would grow more mad. I made my way over to him making sure not to get to close.  before i said anything.

"Is-is everything alright?"

It wasnt the best question to ask someone who was visibly fuming, but i hadnt known what to say. I didnt want to say to much nor to little as i would give myself away. Now as he opens his mouth i get ready for the impact he was ready to unleash.

"I have been waiting at the restaurant for merely two hours and you ask me if im alright? Well im fucking not, I tried calling you but you didnt answer your damn phone! Do you understand how pathetic i looked waiting on your sorry ass!? Why didnt you answer your call while i was being pestered by your non existence!?"

I looked at him with angered eyes. He wanst doing this? How could he had said such thing when i was the one waiting at the restaurant and his sorry ass was who knows where.He left me waiting for two hours to long as he was probably getting his dick wet. I could tell Hobi was mad too trapped in the closet wanting to say his input but knew he couldnt so i was left to say what i had to say.

"Are you fucking serious? Dont you dare fucking lie to me Yoongi, because i was the one waiting for your sorry ass not you! I texted you and called you a number of times while you were getting your dick sucked by a dumb slut. I was eating alone while you didnt give fuck only focusing on her rather than your girlfriend. So dont you lie do my face when we both damn well know the truth."

It was certainly a loud and abundant statement i had managed to say. Something i hadnt been use to expressing as it stunned me and Yoongi. It was a surprise that i had even said that but the presence that i experienced with Hobi today i realized that i should open up more and express myself without any regrets. Hobi was doing amazing living his life the way he was and i aimed to try and enable that very lightly. It was a good thing for me however for Yoongi he took this as  threat and tried to struck back.

"You really think i would cheat on you? Sure i lied about waiting on you at the restaurant but i was working, and thats more than a date. I have to make money in order to go on these dates, no money no dates!"

"Yeah im sure work was hard along with your dick. How was she, better than me? Are you fucking your Secretary certainly wouldn't be a surprise."

Im sure the whole conversation was strange for Hobi but as for Yoongi e grew irritated by the second along with me fueling him on. He tugged at his head letting out a frustrated sigh before rubbing his temples.

"You really dont have fucking trust in me since im the one who always makes the mistakes! News flash you arent perfect either! For all i know you could be fucking someone else and they could be hiding right under my nose-"

My mind had gone on auto pilot as he had said those dreaded words. We were both playing each other and the relationship was clearly unhealthy but we were so attracted to each other and had been together for such a long time that breaking things off would be so strange. So the only way we cooped was to fight out our problems, usually they involved him yelling at me and me cowering back down. As of know things were different as i stood my ground as i grown tired of his ways but wasnt willing to go as far as ending things.

"But oh Your little miss perfect in your eyes."

"I never said i was perfect."

"Well you sure damn act like it."

We were both growing tired of the conversation. We rubbed our eyes and temples gaining physical pain from the verbal fight. We had grown so used to this that it soon became another way of living for us, a much tired form of it. I ached due to it as did he.

"This is going no where."

"Yeah your right, maybe i should go."

I latched onto Yoongi hands not wanting him to leave my presence without on good terms. He held onto my hand bringing me itno a hug brushing my hair whispering sweet things. It was strange to be in such contact with him as all i could think of was Hoseok making me hate myself even more. He kept telling me how we both were going to find peace and that he wasn't giving up on us. This had been a lie on both of us, we had been so toxic we couldnt save it. He had cheated on me already as i awaited for the next. I would be a hypocrite if i didn't say the same for myself however i actually felt a form of guilt.

His next moment were out the door saying how he would see me tomorrow but couldnt bare sleep here tonight. I couldnt blame him as another body still laid beneath the closet door as i opened it. Hoseok engulfed me in a hug as he rubbed my back telling me how strong i was. However instead of feeling the warmness i felt cold. Coldness throughout me as i realized the danger i was getting myself into.

"Maybe you should go too."

Hoseok looked at me with wild eyes as if the request was absurd. He lead me to the bed still rubbing my back and comforting me by any means possible.

"Im sorry but i cant do as you ask. You arent in a good state to be by yourself. I get you have alot of history with him so please let me just be here for you as a friend. Let me take care you this once."

I smiled slightly and nodded at his answer. He attempted to make me food that turned out wrong as his frown deepened. Taking care of me had been going roughly for him but i insisted that it was okay and we just order pizza. We had curled up in a ball maintaining our distance as we watched the movie while eating pizza. The power had gone out momentarily making Hobi groan that the moment was being ruing by all these tragedies. However as I get into bed and he positioned himself on the floor with a pillow and blanket i cant help but think.

Even though it hadnt been going as Hobi planned the evening we had earlier had been perfect. Even when he experienced second hand on the argument he still stayed rather than someone who was experiencing it first hand. He stayed to take care of me when he knew something was wrong rather as for Yoongi he left despite the sadness in my eyes. If all false i knew one thing that mattered was that Hobi cared about me to the point of insanity and i was sure driving him close to it. I had made him go through my own troubles that he didn't have to go through, yet he did it with eager eyes.

Hobi was hypnotized under my gaze while i was under Yoongis and his at the same time. I hadn't known what my next choices were to be yet i feared them. I looked up at the ceiling breathing deeply afraid of what to come till i heard the soothing voice.

"Y/N please dont worry, it will all work itself out and even if it doesn't ill stick by your side."

Even the flow of my name leaving his lips was enough to reassure me that everything would be okay but also reassure me about something else. I had been falling rather hardly for Hobi yet was already in love with Yoongi and in a relationship. No matter how much pain he put me threw i couldnt imagine life without him. However Hobi provided as a good substitute. No matter my debate I would end up possible hurting one of them in the end, so i say the only thing i can muster on my mind with a small whisper.

"I hope so."