#never mind the fact I literally didn’t eat lunch today because all of my cards declined at the gas station this morning on my way in

[max--phillips]

I hate being an adult ❤️

[finelinevogue]

Can we get some more brother!harry?

I really enjoyed your piece where he caught her smoking ❤️

of course you can!! (rip if your name is natalia) hope this is what you wanted;

Natalia.

Beautiful name to juxtapose a horrible excuse of a human being.

Harry was never that great when it came to choosing his girlfriends, but this one was by far the worst. Bekka had been bad, because she had been cheating on Harry with her best friends dad. India was just so toxic, to the point where she’d ask Harry why he wasn’t mad with her over the most trivial things as if she wanted him to be mad. Daya was ok, but she wanted different things to what Harry wanted and so they ended up in a massive argument and ending things quicker than they started. Natalia though, wow. She was something else and that wasn’t a compliment.

You don’t know whether it was just because she targeted you especially, but she was just a downright cruel person. You could easily tell her intentions with your brother were not good. She was a plain ol’ gold digger, evident from the credit card that Harry leant her and she spent so much on it the bank had to call Harry to ask him to authorise that he was aware of the amount of money being spent. She bought a car with his card. A fucking car. Harry was too blinded by her beauty and her experience that he was oblivious to her witchy behaviour towards you. It wasn’t like you hadn’t tried to tell him either, it was more that he didn’t care enough.

“No Harry. No.” You argued with him, standing in the middle of the kitchen as he was busy washing the rest of the dishes in the sink. It was just the two of you home at the moment, because Gemma and Anne were spending the weekend at an exclusive spa in Cheshire, so you didn’t understand how there were so many dishes.

“Y/N, it’s not an option. You’re not staying at home by yourself.” Harry spoke sternly back to you, letting out his frustration by vigorously scrubbing the dishes.

“I’m literally 17 - 18 in like 3 weeks. I’m more than capable of staying home.” You stomped your foot to the ground like a child.

“And I don’t care. You’re coming to lunch whether you want to or not.” Harry finished the last plate and dries his hands on the towel next to the sink, before throwing it over to you.

“But she’ll be there.”

“She’s my girlfriend, so you’ll nice to her.”

“If she’s nice to me, then yeah.” You rolled your eyes and walked over to the sink to start drying the dishes that Harry just cleaned.

“ Y/N, I swear to God.” Harry groaned in frustration, tugging a stressful hand through his hair. “Can you at least pretend to be happy for me for once?”

“Gee Harry, i’m just so happy to be going out to lunch with you and your girlfriend!” You put on the biggest grin as your sarcasm practically dripped from your tongue.

“Stop being a spoilt little shit and finish those dishes. We’re leaving in 20.” Harry spoke harshly, before leaving the room with a heavy strop to his step. It left you to blink back the tears that you couldn’t help that Natalia was ruining your whole relationship with your brother.

You and Harry used to be so tight nit, now it would be a miracle if he spent a day with you per month. Natalia had come along 5 months ago and she had completely turned Harry’s life around for the worst, only Harry was too ignorant to see that. Anne had come home multiple times to find you crying because Harry had cancelled on you, again, or Natalia had said something that had really hurt. Normally you were okay with taking hate, but Natalia made it somehow worse than that. Even if Anne or Gemma tried to talk Harry about the damage all this was causing you it would always be the same response;

“She just wants attention.”

The restaurant was very pretty.

It was one that you and Harry used to go to all the time, when there was no girlfriend around. It sold the best pastries and life-changing eggs on toast. The food was always delicious and the staff were so completely lovely. You were glad to be coming here, making you feel more comfortable than you would if you went to a expensive fancy restaurant instead. This little restaurant, named ‘Lemon Puffs’ after their infamous lemon, cream and pastry puffs, made you feel safe and happy.

“Remember to just be nice.” Harry spoke as you both approached the table that Natalia was already sat at. She was too busy on her phone to realise you were even here.

“If she plays nice then yeah.” You bit back.

“Y/N just stop being petty, y’pissing me off now.” Harry argued. “Whine like a bitch later. I don’t need it today.”

You stopped talking after that, not having anything else to say to him. He’d made it very clear that you were only here because he didn’t trust you at home by yourself, but by the same token wanted you quiet because he didn’t trust you enough to speak nicely. Harry hugged and kissed Natalia like he hadn’t just seen her last night and then sat down opposite to her, leaving you to sit next to Harry because you sure as hell weren’t sitting next to her. Natalia didn’t even make the effort to hug you or shake hands, in fact you barely got a simple hello.

“You alright, baby?” Natalia asked, twirling her hand into Harry’s from across the table. Disgusting.

“Yeah i’m good. This one’s a pain in my arse, as always.” Even with his joking tone, you knew he was being somewhat serious and that really messed with you.

“Typical.” Natalia rolled her eyes and tutted her tongue, not hesitating to use the opportunity to be mean to you. Harry thought she was merely playing along with his words, but you new otherwise.

“You know what you want yet?” Harry asked as he pulled his own attention towards the menu. You didn’t need to look at the menu, as being here so many times has allowed you to discover the perfect order.

“I think i’m just going to get the salad, but without the chicken, cheese or cucumber.” She answered, sipping on the water she must’ve already ordered whilst waiting for you both.

“So just lettuce?” You asked, not meaning for it to be a condescending question and yet she took it that way anyways.

“Is there something wrong with that, Y/N?” She asked, being really harsh in the way she spoke your name - as if the syllables actually caused her pain to speak.

“N-no I was just—”

“Didn’t think so.” She snapped and turned away from you to look back towards Harry, with her shit-eating grin that didn’t fool you. Harry kicked you leg under the table too, not appreciating the way you were speaking to Natalia. He didn’t even think about the way his girlfriend was speaking to you though. As usual.

“I’ll probably get the salad too.” Harry nodded his head and you shook your head as he spoke. Harry would never normally get a salad. Like, that’s so Kardashian of him. Harry, whenever he came here with you, always ordered a cheese and pickle panini, with extra crunchy pickles, a portion of chips and some halloumi fries too. Oh and then a cake for pudding. He wouldn’t have gone for a boring salad. Fucking Natalia was ruining him and you hated to have a front row seat of it.

“Not the usual then?” You tried to joke with him, but he was clearly still pissed off with you for being… you.

“Why, are you?” He asked quizzically.

“Obviously.” You smiled, which made Harry smile for a split second before Natalia pulled him away from you. Your smile disappeared and a frown settled in, knowing it would stay there for a long time.

“Babe, I am here too you know?” Natalia joked, bur you could see the anger and jealousy behind her eyes. If looked could kill you’d be ten feet under, twenty times over by now.

“Sorry, yeah.” Harry cleared his throat and paid closer attention to her.

Lunch went by slowly.

Natalia scoffed when she heard your order; poached eggs on toast with three pieces of crispy bacon on the side, a portion of chips and a mint iced tea. Oh and a cake for pudding, but you’d come to that later. Natalia ate her lettuce as Harry eat his salad as you ate your eggs on toast with bacon and chips. You loved the food, hated the company and couldn’t make up your mind whether you loved or hated being here. Natalia and Harry talked throughout lunch, leaving you out of all their conversations. The only time Harry spoke to you was when he asked whether your food was okay, eyeing it up as if he wanted to make love to it and send his salad to the nearest dumpster.

“Was everything alright for you?” Paul, the owner of the business and dude in charge of the eggs asked you when all your plates were empty as Harry’s growling stomach.

“Lovely, thank you.” Harry responded gratefully.

“Perfect.” You smiled as you handed your dirty plate to Paul.

“It was a bit plain.” Natalia moved her plate away from her in disgust and Paul put on his best customer smile, apologising for that before leaving to go and ring up the bill.

“Okay i’m just going to go for a quick wee before I pay.” Harry announced, getting up from the table to go to the loo.

“Okay babe. Don’t be too long.” She called out and then it was left just you and her.

“Well this was nice.” You tried to be nice, as Harry told you to, and start a meant conversation with your arch enemy. Kill ‘em with kindness - that was Harry’s slogan wasn’t it?

“If you hadn’t have been here then yeah.” She turned her nose up at you.

“Look,” you began, wanting her to understand something, “whatever i’ve done to upset you and make you hate me, i’m sorry. Just, I don’t want you to dislike me and I know that Harry really likes you so I want us to be able to get along.”

“Listen, Y/N,” there it was again - your name spoken with dripping venom, “I don’t want to get along with you. You make me sick. You are such a baby to Harry and you’re needy, which means I don’t get to spend time with my boyfriend—”

“Don’t get to spend time with him?” You had to laugh at that. Apart from today, you’d seen Harry maybe a total of 2 hours this whole week and it was Saturday. “You’re practically attached at the hip.”

“Not enough. Harry needs to keep away from you, you only bring him trouble.”

“I’m his fucking sister.” You shouted quietly, not wanting to disturb the peace for the rest of the customers.

“Not an excuse. Look Y/N, I understand that you are quite lonely and don’t have many friends? Maybe you should consider that’s for a very good reason?” She rhetorically asked you and that made you sit back a bit. She was pulling apart your insecurities now and exposing them to find the most painful parts, so she could watch you suffer with only the curse of her words.

“It’s not like that.” You tried to convince yourself more than her, tears in your eyes over something so hurtful to you.

“No? ‘Cause I think that you aren’t the kind of person anyone wants around, including Harry.” She stood up dusted herself off as he noticed Harry walk back over to the table, smiling as if she hadn’t just shot his sister in the heart.

Her words stung more than a scorpions tale, and yes unfortunately you knew what that felt like. Natalia was right. You were alone, friendless and just trouble. There was a reason that you were all of this and Natalia had hit the nail right on the head with the reason why. You thought of your friends, his they always disappeared and left you and now you sit in the canteen alone or hang out only with yourself on the weekends. You think to Gemma and Anne going away for the weekend, not inviting you because it was age restrictive but you still couldn’t help but think there was a more pressing reason than that. Then you think of Harry and how he was fed up of you. He couldn’t be more resentful of you if he tried. You wanted to be a good friend, a good daughter and most importantly a good sister, but it was so blindingly obvious that you weren’t. You were never going to be.

You stood up from the table too, quickly wiping away a tear from your face before anyone could notice but you didn’t care to see if anyone was actually watching. Harry kissed Natalia and then walked over to the cashier to pay the bill. You noticed Paul and Harry talking and so you walked out of the restaurant and towards the car, still tears in your eyes. You needed to be strong for yourself though, especially because nobody else was going to be.

You stood with you handle to the door of the car waited for Harry to come and unlock it. You heard high heels before the car was unlocked, unfortunately.

“Excuse me, but I ride front.” Natalia spat at you, removing your hand from the door and chivvying you to the back of the car instead.

“You’re coming with us?” You asked, your heart aching that little bit more. You didn’t want to spend another minute in her presence and yet she would now probably spend the rest of the week until your mum and sister came back.

“Ye—”

“No she’s not.” Harry walked out of the restaurant and over to the car, standing in between the both of you but a little more towards you.

“Babe? What do you mean?” Natalia asked, a little bit shocked at his tone with her.

“Firstly dont babe me. Secondly, get your hand off my car. Thirdly, don’t ever come near me or my sister ever again.” Harry ordered angrily. You’d never seen him this angry before. You stood behind him, afraid of what was about to go down.

“What has she said to you, because—”

“She’s my sister and she’s got a name. Y/N didn’t tell me anything. Lemon Puffs, however, has eyes and ears everywhere and it’s amazing the stories you hear when you’re stood at the cashier or next to someone at the urinals.” Harry accused Natalia and she went hot red in the face, embarrassed that this conversation was actually happening.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“No? Maybe this will jog your memory. ‘I think you aren’t the kind of person anyone wants around, including Harry.’” Harry raised his eyebrows and crossed his arms over his chest confrontationally. Guarding and protecting you. You felt safe.

“Wha— You think I would say that?” Natalia asked, pretending to be offended by the accusation.

“I don’t know, let’s ask Y/N shall we? Y/N, did Natalia say that to you?” Harry asked, turning to look at you with hope in his eyes, but also sorriness for everything that’s happened. You could see it all behind his eyes and you wanted to squeeze him tight to accept his apology, because you loved him and you needed him.

“Y-yes.” You answered, looking down so you didn’t have to make eye contact with Natalia.

“Harry you can’t possibly believe her.” Natalia laughed, but there was heavy insecurity in her tone.

“I trust her more than anyone. More than you. I trust Y/N with my life.” Harry back answered, taking no more bullshit from his ex-girlfriend. “We’re done Natalia. Okay? I don’t want to see you ever again. What you’ve said and done to my sister is unforgivable and I don’t want someone like you in my life.”

“You were a dick too.” You added quietly behind him and he just turned round to smile and wink at you.

“So what? That’s it?” Natalia asked, dumbfounded.

“Bye Natalia.” Harry walked around to the drivers seat and you to the passenger side. He stopped before opening the door though, wanting to say one last thing. “The bill was split in half by the way. Paul’s just inside waiting for you to pay.”

With that, you both got in the car, laughing at Natalia’s reaction and just everything. Apologises were made and promises of no relationships until you two had built back up yours were sworn. It would take time, but Harry was willing to prove that he was a good brother and you were always going to be someone he wanted around.

[o-pandora-o]

Brothers in the Human Realm

No one was a demon to begin with (maybe luci though but-). You meet the brothers as human in the human realm. How would you meet them?

Lucifer:

Apparently some schoolmate of yours have done some violations in the school grounds and they used your name

You were sent to the Principal's office where you were questioned by Principal Diavolo about your wrong doings

You were trying to defend your innocence, but it was no avail

Coincidentally Lucifer was just dropping paperwork to Diavolo

Lucifer is your strict and scary and handsome college professor

He overheard the conversation and he defended you since he knew that you weren't lying

"Mr. Diavolo I must say, MC is one of my exceptional students, they would not do something as idiotic as that, and I clearly observe the behavior of my students"

Your H E R O

The next day, someone gave Principal Diavolo evidence of those who did wrong

Your name was cleared

Apparently you saw Lucifer giving those schoolmates detention, threat, and punishment. You may or may not seen a hint of killing intent in his eyes

You decided to thank Lucifer

"No worries, I just clearly observe the actions of what is mine"

H O L D U P

"Wha-" you replied

"Ah MC I have to go to my next class, take care"

Mammon:

Is a famous model, often the cover and centerfold of the monthly Majolish

For you Mammon was okay? I mean he is famous and many people likes his face

You were going to buy a limited edition  sunglasses that have hint of yellow and orange

You went to a sunglass store and asked the attendant if they they still have it but apparently the one on the display is their only stock

You decided to buy it

Apparently, Mammon also came to that specific sunglasses store looking for sunglasses that is the same as the one you bought

"I'm sorry sir, but apparently it was already bought and we have no stock" the attendant said

"Who bought it?"

"They did, sir" the attendant said as they point to you

"Oi! Can I buy the sunglasses from you? I'll pay double, no one can refuse the great Mammon"

"I'm sorry but I have to refuse. I really wanted it." you said

"Don't you know who I am? I'm-"

"The Great MAMMON, who is a famous model and often seen on Majolish magazine" you cut him off. "R-right! Now can i buy-"

"Nope sorry" you replied as you rushed to the exit

"Oi! What's your name? And contact details" he asked

"the name is MC, thats all you can get from me" you said as you rushed to the crowd

He was swarmed by the number of fans who saw him

He managed to find you and he chats you "Can I buy the sunglasses now?"

In the end it wasn't just sunglasses you talked about, you also talked about his struggle of being a model and your life

Leviathan:

Your username DestructoSheep is well known in the realms of Obey them

You always rank 2nd in pop quizzes

However no matter what you try, you can never beat your enemy, L3v1

Today, you got a letter from obey them, acknowledging the top players and giving them limited edition items

Ofc you have to go (there are limited items after all)

So you arrived early at the meetup place, no one was there yet so you played some obey them

A purple haired male entered the room, he looked fidgety, nervous, and he was mumbling something about normies

Cue giving of merch

The purple haired male tripped on the tiles and he dropped his phone in front of you

You helped him up and picked up his phone only to see his player name is L3v1.

"You.... You are L3v1." you sai

"Y-Yeah?W-Why?" he said as he was going to grab his phone away from you

"Waaaah! I'm DestructoSheep nice to meet you, oh but you can call me MC" you said as you reached his hand for a handshake

"I-uhhh I'm sorry I'm not used to touching, thats very normie-ish" he said as he averted his eyes

"My name is Leviathan, levi for short"

"I've always thought that the top player is always prideful and such but here he is being shy" you said as you chuckled

"H-hey! I'm still the best one in obey them mind you! I got every event cards at lvl 150 and skill lvl 10 and-"

"Yeah yeah I know" you said

After both of you received the merch, you both talked nonstop about obey them, other games, and anime

It was more like Levi bragging the amount of games and anime he played and watched

It was almost dusk till both of you notice the time

"Ah i got to go early, need to cook dinner. Chat me sometime!!!" you said as you gave him your contact details

Expect no sleep cuz both of you kept chatting till dawn

Satan:

He saw a kitty in a box in an alleyway near his apartment

Everyday, he often stops by to give the kitty enough food for the day

Is often disgusted by the fact that most people dump their pets in trash because they don't have anything to feed it

Saw you going to the alleyway

He suspected the worst and he thought that you were gonna harm the kitty he was feeding

"Hey don't harm-" he stopped

He saw you feeding the kitty

"Ah I assume you thought that I was gonna harm it?" you asked

"Well I thought the worst, humans are naturally scum anyways, but even so I do apologize"

"Ah it's alright, it's not a big deal anyways" you replied

"You come here often? I mean to feed the kitten that is" he asked

"You can say that, but not as often as you do" you said

"How did you know?did you perhaps-"

"Ah I happened to saw you feeding the kitten, I was just shy to approach you" you said

"Well I come to believe that people who are close to cats are not necessarily bad"

"I have to say I have to agree" you replied

"Ah I have to go, let's chat here again next time" you added

The alleyway became your meeting place to chitchat about cats

Asmodeus:

The famous M.A.D. Company released a new and limited edition Devil Set makeup and you were dying to get a hold of one

You spent a day looking at different stores but it was either unavailable or sold out. However, you were lucky to find another store that has one last stock.

You didn't notice someone else was also going to get it and so both of you grabbed the last set

"Uh... I'm sorry I have been looking this for the whole day, may I have it?" you politely asked

"Awww sweetie, I have been doing the same thing! Can you be a dear and let go of it?" the male with champagne-colored hair replied

Cue 1 hour of both of you saying "let go" or "it's mine"

"I have an idea! Let's just buy the set and divide it" you said

"Ohh! Good thinking! I will take the lippies, Devil shadow palette and the foundation!"

"That's literally EVERYTHING IN THE SET"

Cue two more hours of bickering.

Both of you didn't notice someone took it while the two of you are bickering

You noticed that it was gone

"Um... Someone already bought it while you two were... fighting" the saleslady explained

Both of you left the store empty handed and sad and you decided to break the atmosphere

"Pffft I'm sorry for fighting because of a Makeup set, btw my name is MC" you said

"I'm also sorry dear, although I wanted it I still didn't get it. I even missed my appointment to the salon!"

"And my name is Asmodeus, perfect name for a perfect being!" Asmo added

"Alright Mr 'Perfect' " you rolled your eyes

Let's just say that both of you talked about makeups on your way home.

Beelzebub:

Beel is your classmate during Physical Education class at college

Is a famous football player in your campus and he is also known for his handsomeness

His practice hours were often morning to late lunch and late lunch til dusk

During late lunch you saw him in the cashier by the cafeteria, asking if they still have cheeseburger available

But to his dismay, the cashier said "I'm sorry you already bought the last cheeseburger, and that's the last quota for the day"

He seemed sad and still hungry

You still have a cheeseburger to eat, but when you saw the time you knew you weren't gonna make it on your next class

When no one was looking, you decided to approach Beel and gave him your cheeseburger

"Are you giving this to me?"

"Yeah, I was going to eat it but I don't have much time for my next class" you replied

"Thanks, I owe you one"

You saw how happy he was when he got the cheeseburger

You were shocked how fast he ate it

Did he like inhale it or something

After your class, you noticed that he texted you saying "Thanks for the cheeseburger, I'll repay you next time you get hungry"

Let's just say you both got closer after that

Belphie:

It's your first day of online class, and your first subject has a 4 hour lecture

You forgot to disconnect your meeting link and you didn't notice until you were about to do homework

As you were about to disconnect, you saw that you weren't alone and you're classmate is still connected

You didnt want to leave him so you tried your best for your classmate to notice you. You tried spamming and saying " hello"

After 1234 attempts he finally noticed you

"Ah I'm sorry I slept during the boring lecture, thanks for waking me up"

"Ah it's no problem" you replied

"My name is Belphegor as you can see, but you can call me Belphie"

"My name is MC" you replied

"Say... How are you still here after hours after the lecture?"

"I forgot to disconnect" you replied

"Uh idk if this is too much of a favor to ask, can you wake me up again next time? After lecture that is, I don't want to be late for other classes"

"Sure, I don't mind I guess" you replied

After that, both of you got to know each other and you forgot to do your homework and you became a personal alarm clock

[twst-bs]

I read your works and immediately fall in love. Can you make an dorm leader witness their s/o gamble (like they didn't know their s/o is a king/queen of gamble similar to kakegurui?). If you comfortable with this request...

Thank you~

Ah, thank you so much! I'm glad you like my writing.

The reason I took so long writing this is because I actually decided to watch Kakegurui out of curiosity and got really sucked into it, haha!

I hope this was worth the wait!

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Riddle: Card playing wasn’t an unusual occurrence in the Heartslabyul lounge. On any given night, students would gather around in groups and play anything from Old Maid to blackjack.

What was unusual was for Riddle to see the Ramshackle Prefect amongst them.

Well, maybe he shouldn’t have been so shocked. Between their friendship with Ace and Deuce, and their own relationship, they were basically a member of Heartslabyul anyway. Maybe it was more of the fact that they felt welcome enough to simply waltz into the dorm and make themself at home.

“Oh, hey, Riddle!” they smiled when they saw him. “Do you want to play too?”

“Dorm Leader Roseheart doesn’t usually join,” Deuce chimed in, peering down at his hand of cards. Riddle cleared his throat, causing all three of them to look up.

“He’s right, typically I stay out of the games and watch for rule-breakers. However,” he felt his face get warm, and he had to look away from the three sets of curious eyes fixed on him. “I wouldn’t mind sitting in and watching, if you’ll have me.”

“Of course!” the Prefect scooted over on the floor, completely ignoring the slightly stricken looks that Ace and Deuce were giving them. Riddle, trying to maintain some amount of grace despite his face being as red as a rose, carefully sat himself between Ace and the Prefect.

“What are you playing?”

“Poker!” they replied cheerfully as the game resumed. “I’m not so sure about my skills, though.”

“Whatever,” Ace shrugged. “Poker’s more the luck of the draw anyway. Deuce, are you gonna call or just keep trying to stare holes through your cards?”

“Shut up, Ace,” Deuce shot back. “I’ll call.”

Deuce placed two gold coins in the middle, and Riddle raised an eyebrow. “You know there’s rules against betting money -”

“They’re chocolate, Dorm Head, it’s legal.” Ace laughed. “Do you think we’re stupid enough to blatantly break the rules in front of you?”

“Do you really want me to answer that?”

“Not particularly.”

“Alright, we good?” the Prefect asked. “I want to eat my chocolate.”

Deuce was the first to show his hand. “Three of a kind.”

Ace went next. “Two pairs. What do you have, Prefect?”

With a grin, they laid down their cards. “Straight flush.”

“You jerk!” Ace laughed. “You were playing us the whole time, weren’t you?”

“That’s part of the fun, isn’t it?” they stuck their tongue out at him, gathering the small mountain of chocolate coins. “Pleasure doing business with you, boys.”

“Man, you wiped the floor with us,” Deuce sighed. “You’re way too good at hiding your reactions.”

“Or you’re just really bad at reading them.” Ace smirked.

“Whatever.”

“Hey, Riddle,” the Prefect leaned over while the other two continued bickering. “Look who showed up to help me win.”

With a grin, they held up a card between their index and middle finger. The Queen of Hearts.

Riddle laughed softly. “The Queen treats her favorite subjects well.”

Leona: “Come on, Ruggie!”

“No way! I saw it first, it’s not my fault you’re slow!”

“You almost tripped me to get to it first, you little -”

Leona growled, cutting through the two’s argument. “Quit yelling or I’m eating the damn sandwich.” he didn’t even lift his head from where he had pillowed it on his arms. The lion really could sleep anywhere, even the lunch table.

“Okay, fine, here,” the Prefect dug around in their pocket. “We’ll flip a coin for it. Heads, you get the sandwich, tails, I get the sandwich.”

“Fine, fine, whatever.” Despite his words, Ruggie was grinning. “Flip it.”

The coin they pulled out made a satisfying

noise as they flicked it into the air. They caught it, slapping it down on the back of their hand. “Ready?”

“Quit with the dramatics, I’m hungry!”

They stuck their tongue out at him, lifting their hand. “Tails! It’s my sandwich!”

“Damn it!” Ruggie snarled, but there was no real malice behind it. “Fine, I hope it’s rotten.” he got up to go get himself something else to eat.

As Ruggie stomped off, Leona turned his head to lazily raise an eyebrow at his mate. “Never really took you for a risk taker, herbivore.”

“How can I be dating a literal predator and not like a little risk?”

“Fair point.” Leona yawned. “You’re still going to give him some of that sandwich, aren’t you.”

“Yeah,” they were already ripping the thing in half. “He did actually get there before me, I just got lucky that his little tripping plot launched me closer to the front.”

Leona clicked his tongue. "So this was your idea of revenge?"

"Just keeping things interesting!"

Azul: No one was surprised when the mermaid mafia decided to run a gambling den.

Well, it wasn't a true gambling den, because it wasn't real money being wagered. Azul, always profit-minded, sold tokens to students that could be exchanged for specialty items at Mostro Lounge. That one night a week brought in considerable revenue for them.

"Hey, Azu~l!"

Said octopus looked up from the papers he was looking over in his office. "What is it, Floyd?"

"You'll never guess who is here tonight." Floyd grinned, showing all of his teeth. "Go on, guess!"

"I haven't the faintest-"

"It's Shrimpy!" Floyd laughed. "Shrimpy game to gamble tonight!"

Azul blinked, trying to figure out if Floyd was messing with him or not. "They actually came?"

Of course, he had invited his partner multiple times, but usually they were so bogged down with homework and other people's problems that they couldn't make it.

Floyd nodded. "They look like they're having fun! You should come out of your hidey-hole and come see!"

Floyd slammed the door shut without waiting for a reply. With a slightly irritated sigh, Azul straightened the papers and shoved them into a drawer. He wasn't fond of sharing his time with his partner with other people, but both of them were so busy that he had to take what he could get.

There was an unusually large crowd gathered around one of the tables - he could even see the twins towering over everybody, watching the game in progress.

"My, what have we here?" He made his way to the twins' side, attempting to get a glimpse of the action.

"Our dear Prefect is putting on quite the show," Jade chuckled lightly. "Perhaps we should have them come in more often."

"Oh, you actually came out!" Floyd exclaimed before turning around, cupping his hands around his mouth. "Hey, Shrimpy! Azul's here!"

They startled slightly at Floyd’s sudden volume, but when their eyes landed on Azul, they smiled. They sent him a wave with the hand that wasn’t holding the dice, and he tried not to look too shy as he waved back. Sometimes just seeing them was enough to get his heart rate up, but he had an image to uphold.

The Prefect tossed the dice, and they clattered against the wood of the table. The crowd surrounding them seemed to hold its collective breath as they waited for the Octavinelle student acting as the rule enforcer looked over.the two sets of dice.

“Ten-nine, to the Ramshackle Prefect!”

The crowd erupted into cheers. Azul joined in before he could stop himself, and Jade smirked at him knowingly.

“You’re allowed to be happy for your partner, Azul.”

“Shut up.”

“Azul!”

Speak of the devil. The Prefect made their way through the crowd, positively beaming as they held onto their bag of tokens.

“Well, it seems you’ve been busy.” he commented as they came to a stop at his side.

“Guess luck is on my side today!” they laughed, wrapping their arms around his neck in a hug.

No matter how many times they did it, it still caught Azul off guard, and he still had to fight down a nervous laugh as they let go.

“I was saving these tokens for two slices of the special blueberry cake.” they grinned, jingling the bag so the coins clinked together.

“Why two?”

“So we could both have some!”

“You know you could have just asked and I would have saved some for us for later,” Azul raised an eyebrow. “You do get some perks for being the manager’s partner.”

“Yeah,” they shrugged, already turning towards the price counter. “But it’ll taste so much sweeter since I got it by wiping the floor with those cocky Savanaclaw bastards.”

Kalim: “What’s that game over there?”

The Prefect followed to where Kalim was pointing. “Looks like roulette.”

There was a fair going on near NRC, and the students had been given permission to go as long as they were back in their dorms by curfew. Kalim, practically vibrating with excitement, had begged them to come with him and Jamil. It was the three of them for a while, until Ace and Floyd found Jamil and basically dragged him over to the hoops game. The Prefect promised they would keep Kalim safe.

“What’s roulette?” Kalim was staring at the big wheel like it was hypnotizing him.

“It’s a betting game,” they explained. “You pick a color and a number, and the caller spins the wheel. If it lands on your guess, you win the money.”

“That sounds like fun!” Kalim grinned, before he seemed to remember something. “Ah, but I’m not allowed to gamble. It’s not a good look for House Asim.”

“Well that’s kind of boring.”

“Right?”

“Well,” the Prefect hummed. “How about we play our own version. We each pick a color, and whoever’s color gets picked wins! Loser pays for ice cream.”

“Alright, you’re on!” he laughed. “You pick first.”

“Okay, I’ll go with black.”

Kalim nodded. “That means I’m red, right?”

“Yup!”

The wheel began to spin, and the two of them watched over the heads of the actual participants. Both of them stood on their tip toes as the wheel began to slow.

“Hey, it stopped on red!” Kalim cheered, pumping his fist in the air. “That means I won!”

“Yup! Congrats!” the Prefect laughed as the two of them kept walking. “Looks like I’m paying for ice cream.”

“Oh, don’t worry about that, I’ll pay.” Kalim said dismissively.

“Huh? But I lost.”

“I had fun!” he beamed. ”So let me thank you!”

Vil: “Do I even want to know?”

The Ramshackle Prefect was always getting up to some sort of shenanigans, but they weren’t usually so bold about it. This time, however, they were proudly striding out of the Pomfiore lounge with a zip-loc bag of mismatched eyeshadow pots and tubes of lipstick.

“We were playing cards.” they smiled up at Vil, who simply raised a well-groomed eyebrow.

“That doesn’t explain your goodie bag there.”

“Well, we couldn’t gamble with actual money,” they shrugged. “So Epel suggested apple chips, but then we ate all of those, so we decided to bet makeup instead. Epel let me have some of the stuff you gave him so I could play, and, wow, did I luck out!”

They opened up the bag and pulled out some name-brand purple eyeshadow. “I could never afford this stuff, honestly! Maybe you should have a talk with your dorm members about not betting things they aren’t willing to lose.”

“They have to learn their lesson somehow,” Vil sighed. “Be careful, potato, gambling can lead to some ugly habits.”

“I don’t do it often, I promise!” they smiled. “It’s mainly for fun!”

“And humiliating my dorm members.”

“Like I said, fun!”

Idia: “Which one, which one, which one…”

The Ramshackle Prefect had been watching Idia agonize over this decision for the better part of twenty minutes. It was starting to get a little old.

“You really are invested in this one, aren’t you?”

Idia didn’t bother turning to face them. “I HAVE to get this card, it's a limited edition UR+ with a swimsuit costume. This is my last shot, I’m out of gems after this.”

“Isn’t it a random chance though?” they asked, kicking their feet idly from where they sat on Idia’s bed. “How are you going to be able to tell which loot box it’s in?”

“Nerd sense.”

“Then why didn’t you use nerd sense for the past nine pulls?”

Idia groaned softly, staring intensely at the screen. “Which one?”

“Oh for-” the Prefect hopped off of the bed and leaned against Idia’s back to be able to reach the mouse. “I’m picking for you.”

“W-Wait, don’t-”

They clicked on the middle loot box before Idia could protest too much. The box rumbled around, building suspense, and Idia almost started crying.

Then, suddenly, with a bright flash and a triumphant fanfare, the card was revealed.

“...Are you a god?”

With a sparkling animation surrounding it, the coveted UR+ card blazed across the screen. The colors danced across Idia’s shocked face, making his pale face look rainbow.

“Nerd sense.” they laughed, pecking him on the cheek.

“You joke, but I think you do actually have some sort of psychic powers.”

Malleus: “It takes bravery to play a game of chance with a fae, you know.”

There was a warning in his words, but the sparkle in Malleus’ eyes told the Prefect that he was actually looking forward to the human’s antics.

“I trust you.” the human grinned. “If you wanted to steal my soul or whatever, you would have done it by now.”

“Such confidence,” Malleus chuckled. “Alright, Child of Man, what game shall we play?”

“A guessing game!” they held their hands behind their back as the two of them walked down the cobblestone path that led into the graveyard surrounding Ramshackle. “Just guess which hand the coin is in. You’ll get a prize if you win.”

“Oh? What am I playing for?”

“You’ll have to win to find out!”

Malleus was beginning to wonder if the Ramshackle Prefect wasn’t part fae. “And if I lose?”

“Then I get the prize!” they laughed, deftly avoiding a protruding tree route. The two of them had made these nighttime walks a routine, to the point where they knew all of the potential dangers. “Come on, guess! You have a fifty-fifty shot.”

“Very well. Hm...left.”

“Ding ding ding!” the human held out their left hand, revealing the coin resting in the palm of their hand. “You get the prize!”

Slipping the coin back into their pocket, then grabbed onto Malleus’ sleeve and tugged him downwards. He complied, and was rewarded with a press of soft lips against his own.

“It was a kiss.” they laughed.

“Indeed it was.” he smiled. “Shall I give you a consolation prize?”

[darkdevasofdestruction]

Hold Me, I’m Soft ~ Mammon x Reader

This is going to refer to the DevilGram story with Madi the Witch, because it didn’t sit right with me how Mammon got used and laughed at for being sexually assaulted, especially when I related to that in more ways then I’d want to admit, so there it is, a short little fic to give Monnie some love, especially since his birthday will be this week and I will be at the mountains, unable to actually post anything other than a Happy Birthday maybe.

Ever since she got to the Devildom, Y/N wondered to herself why in the world would the brothers bully Mammon so much, to the point that he’ll break down in tears when nobody is around?

He’s the most gentle of the brothers, yet he’s met with nothing more than taunts and mocking because of his greed. It’s not like he can help it, it’s his Avatar sin, he didn’t choose it. People get annoyed at Beel for eating too much and constantly raiding the fridge, for when he indulges in the pleasure of greed, he’s suddenly the scummy trash brother who’s just a waste of space. The family’s embarrassment.

But why should he be that, when he’s the only one who never gave in to his demonic power from rage? Never tried to attack or kill her and never got in his demon form to lash out at her?

Mammon was the first one to ever call her by her name and even give her nicknames. He was the first one to call her out to the cinema, concerts, shopping, pranking time, board games, card games, and even video games or just some quality time together.

He was the one to taught her how to be an undefeated Blackjack player and how to spot when someone is lying. He was the one to taught her how to flawlessly cheat in games and how to protect herself if something happened.

Even more, he was the one who graciously asked if she wanted to workout with him so she could be stronger and faster if anything were to happen and he wouldn’t be around, just like how it happened long ago, when Levi lost control and almost attacked her.

And, of course, he was the only one who constantly asked her if she was okay, if she was happy, if she needed anything. He would always pamper her whenever he thought she stopped smiling for one split second, or if he thinks she was faking it. He would grab TSL and some comfort food, hot chocolate with marshmallows and would cuddle her all night, playing with her hair.

It really pissed her off, but no matter what she did, and no matter how much she tried to make the others at least tone it down, of course, millennia of habits cannot be so easily tamed.

These were the constant thoughts that plagued Y/N’s mind, yet the white haired man will never know, because she is a girl of few words and many actions.

Today, however, as usual, was the time for some new shenanigans, as Lucifer and Satan must be the escorts of some powerful witch, as per Diavolo’s request, since he literally can’t stand her - And that speaks loads, when it comes to the benevolent Demon Prince.

“Hey, is it really gonna be okay to leave those two by themselves like that?” Mammon asked with a worried expression on his face. “Well, neither of them are saying anything...For now, at least.” Asmo held the same expression as his elder brother. “Yeah, you just KNOW that they’re going to blow up any minute. It’s so exciting!” Levi spoke with a chuckle. “Hey, why is it that you only ever come outta your room at times like this, Levi? I thought you were s’posed to be a shut-in.” Mammon raised his eyebrow at his little brother. “Well, this is Lucifer and Satan. They almost NEVER work together, much less when it’s just the two of them! I mean, if I’d missed an event like this, I’d regret it for the next 800 years.” Levi grinned, his shoulders shaking with laughter. “Diavolo was pretty bold to make them work together, if you ask me.” Y/N muttered, crossing her arms and peeking through the door creak.

Saying that, the four of them leaned in the peek better and listen to their conversation.

“Be careful. If Maddi takes a liking to a man, she’ll bring him back home with her.” Lucifer smirked at his younger brother. “As if you need to remind me...I recall how Mammon went home with her that one time. Mammon must have regretted going with her, because by the time he got back, he was on the verge of tears. I remember it like it was yesterday!” Satan shook his head in disbelief, making the girl gasp, covering her mouth with her hands. “HEY! I wasn’t!” Mammon frowned at what he just heard, making Asmo shush him quickly so they won’t be heard. “I don’t even want to THINK about what must’ve happened between those two that night. I can’t understand what possessed Mammon to willingly go home with a woman that dangerous. It’s fortunate she didn’t trick him into making a pact with her while he was there in bed half-asleep.” the blond continued speaking, making the girl bite her lip from the shock and pain in her chest. “But there’s no doubt that Mammon didn’t have a good time, because for a while after he came back he had nightmares, and he’s moan in his sleep. He even stopped spending money left and right...MAMMON, of all demons. Still, Maddi IS attractive. She rivals the succubus who won the Queen Contest in terms of beauty. In fact, Maddi might be even MORE beautiful. I’m a little worried that you’ll end up like Mammon - That as soon as she uses her feminine wiles on you, you’ll fold like a paper airplane.” hearing that, she couldn’t stop herself and she fled the place, going to her room to regain herself, not giving anyone any explanation.

She already made up her mind that, despite being the middle of the day, she will skip both lunch and dinner, so changing in her pyjamas, she got in bed, cuddling the hellhound plushie Mammon got her, and wrapped herself in a tight cocoon with her blanket, not wanting to see the light of the day.

So many thoughts were swirling in her mind, each of them more and more degrading, overpowering one another, guilt taking over her completely.

She prided herself with being a ration person, she really did! She always put ration and logic over hindering emotions...But now...When she can overthink in peace...The ration she held completely dissipated, and here she was, crying her heart out once again.

Why WAS she crying for, anyway?

Was it because she felt Mammon’s pain at having being used like that, against his will, because he’s an innocent and peaceful push-over? 

Was it because she remembered what happened to her, and her heart started aching like crazy, and she began to spiral? 

Was it because she felt plain, ordinary and completely nothing special, when she heard Lucifer saying that Maddi is the most beautiful person in the world and that’s why Mammon was lured in by her?

Or was it the guilt of being affected by jealousy and self-hatred before the pain from what that vile woman did to him?

What the hell was going on through her head, anyway? She heard enough opinions about her and how terrible of a girlfriend she was, why should she even have any hope that Mammon would ever like her? And why the hell was she worrying about that, when she should be worrying about the poor demon?!

She’s really nothing more than a selfish jerk.

As if on cue, she heard the familiar sound of a received message on her D.D.D., and curiosity won over her self-deprecating sulking, and she checked it out, making her heart skip a few beats.

It was Monnie, and he was asking if she was okay and why she left.

Tears started brimming in her eyes, and letting out a few more sobs, she realised that, even thought he doesn’t romantically love her, he will always be her best friend, and she was at least content with that, no matter how selfish she is.

She quickly texted him, asking if it was okay if she came over later, for a sleepover, and of course, he agreed, so the girl put a cardigan over her so it wouldn’t be too obvious she was in her pyjamas - Not that it mattered, anyway - and got some snacks, made some hot chocolate and went to Mammon’s room, finding him in a tanktop and some large pants, playing some game on his phone.

“Took you long enough!” Mammon grinned, making room for her to join him. “What’s with that face? You stormed out of there, so somethin’ must’ve bothered ya. Come on, y’know you can tell me.” he got in a sitting position, looking at her with a concerned look, but was met with silence for a many seconds, in which he feared he must have said something wrong. “I, uh...I guess I got worried about you after what they said...But I didn’t have the best reaction...I needed some time to think things over. It was pretty selfish of me to do that, instead of talking to you first...But I guess I’ve always been pretty selfish, haven’t I?” she chuckled nervously, still standing up, next to the bed. “What the hell are ya on about? Is it about that Maddi thing? Forget it, it happened long ago, it doesn’t bother me anymore.” he shrugged, looking away for a split second, only to look back at her. “I...Don’t think you’re over it.” she bit her lip, looking down, sucking at her teeth to stop herself from sketching any gesture on her face. “What do ya know about that, anyway? Come on, shut up and put the movie on, I ain’t got all day!” he tried to make her stop talking already, but she wasn’t exactly paying attention. “I had a similar experience too and...When I heard what happened, flashes of what happened went in front of my eyes and I started panicking. That’s why I ran away.” she spoke, her eyes glossed and unfocused. “Is that why ya wanted to hang out?” Mammon muttered softly, seeing her slowly nod her head. “I never told anyone...And so, nobody was there to care about me. But you always cared about me...And I wanted to do the same, for once.” she gulped, blinking and putting everything on the nightstand next to his bed. “...Come’re, dummy.” he sighed, tugging on her hand and making her sit on his lap, as was their ritual whenever one of them needed comfort. “Did I upset you, Monnie?” she asked, barely audible, making him put his hands on her shoulders, so she could properly look at him. “What?! Upset me?! ‘Course not! I-I’m happy that you thought of me, okay? It’s just...Yeah, it wasn’t nice, duh, but I’m a demon. I can take many things. But you’re such a frail little human. You’re small, fragile and soft, and since nobody wanted to bother getting to know such a nice gal like you, then I will always be there for you.” he put his hands on her face, trying to reach through to her. “...I was supposed to comfort you...Why did it go the other way around...? I was supposed to make sure you okay, that you’re smiling and that you can manage to get over what happened in the past...I wanted to be the one you can count on, for once...But I’m failing even at that...That’s how much of a selfish jerk I am...You deserve better than me, Monnie.” she hung her head, resting her forehead on his shoulder, not realising her words made him stiff, and tears prickled at his eyes. “Shut up, dummy! You’re a dummy! Dummy! Dummy! Never say things like that okay, got it?! Listen, I-I care about you, okay? I don’t care if you manage to comfort me or not, I just care that you think about me, okay? You’re the only one that gives a damn about me, and I appreciate that, okay? You see part of yourself in me, and I see a part of myself in you, so of course I want to keep you safe.” Mammon sighed, holding the girl close to his chest, playing with her hair, as he always did. “Monnie...Can I tell you something?” she muttered. It was now or never. If he hated her, so be it, but at least he knows. “Of course ya can, dummy. You can tell me anythin’ you want.” he said with an encouraging chuckle. “I...Left because I felt guilty. Because...My first thoughts were creeping with jealousy, instead of worrying about you and what happened, first and foremost. My brain fails me big time. And I feel really bad, ‘cause you deserve much better than some idiot who gets jealous over someone vile like...Her.” she let a few tears fall down her face, but poor Mammon was lost in his own head.

Jealous? Why the hell would she be jealous? What could she be jealous of? What is going on even?

“Why would you be jealous of her? You’re better than she’ll ever be, in every way. What the hell is going on through that head of yours, Y/N?” he frowned, flicking her forehead, unsure of how to react. “You heard how Lucifer and Satan spoke about her...And they are Lucifer and Satan. They spoke only praises about her...A-And I didn’t want her to be around you. Y-You’re my first man, Monnie, please understand what I’m saying.” she hid her face with her hands, her bottom lip quivering from embarrassment and guilt. “O-Oh...Ya like me?! Like...Like-Like me?! For reals?!” his voice became so cheerful and hopeful, and as soon as he saw her nodding, he started laughing very happily, kissing her forehead and taking away her hands from her face, his grin bright and dazzling like the first sunshine of Spring. “Cool, ‘cause I love ya too! I was sure you liked one of my brothers, they ain’t as problematic as me, but you like me, your first man, and I couldn’t be happier!” he started kissing her all over her face, making her blush like a tomato. “Why wouldn’t I like you? You’re the best. You’re the only one who has been genuine with me since the very beginning and cared about me. And spending time with you always is always calming and...You always make me happy. I forgot what it’s like to be happy since that happened...But whenever my brain goes stupid and I start overthinking, you always manage to keep me grounded...And I really appreciate you for that.” Y/N spoke out, making Mammon’s eyes water, and with the ordinary greedy impulse he had, he grabbed her face and kissed her deeply, without even realising what in the world happened. “Don’t fluster me like that, Y/N...Actually, do, I love it, but I’m not used to it.” he chuckled nervously, making the girl smile softly. “Can I do anything to make you feel better about...The past?” she asked sheepishly, her hands hanging awkwardly, unsure of what to do with them. “Well...The hot chocolate is going to get cold...And there’s snacks to eat and  movies to binge-watch...” he trailed on, snaking his arms around her waist, making her put hers on his shoulders. “Also...I want to make sure you’re comfortable with me, okay? I dunno what happened to you, but if it’s similar to what happened to me, I want to promise you that I will never do anythin’ you’re not okay with. I pinky promise.” Mammon spoke in a more serious voice, yet just as gentle. “I know, Angel eyes. I trust you the most out of everyone in this world. And I can promise you the same thing.” she managed to give him a proper smile, throwing her arms around him, hugging him tightly, feeling the comforting warmth of his body.

That embrace alone felt, for the both of them, like the sole safe home they ever had, and there was nothing that could break this dream-like state they were in. There was no negativity and no bad thought going through their mind, as the warmth and love of the hug was enough to disperse of any pest lingering and purging their sanity.

When they finally got the courage to let go of each other, fearing that they would disappear from this serenity state, they cuddled together in bed, drinking the now room temperature hot chocolate, eating so many snacks that they resembled Beel, and watching TSL on the huge plasma TV on the wall.

“Monnie?” Y/N raised her head to look up at him, love and admiration obvious in her sparkling eyes. “Thank you for existing in my life. I know you go through great lengths to take care of your brothers and make sure they’re happy...And I know you get hurt a lot in the process...But I really appreciate everything you’re doing, both for me and for them. I’m sure they see it too, they’re just too stupidly proud to admit to themselves...As usual.” she chuckled, reaching to hold his hand and intertwine their fingers together. “Thanks, Y/N. You’re the best. I’m really happy you came to talk to me...And I’m really happy you’re here with me. I love you.”

[softjeon]

Falling for you | Final

• Pairing: Jimin x Namjoon • Genre: fluff, nsfw-content | Rating: Mature | Christmas!AU / Curse!AU • Words: 7,4k | AO3 • Disclaimer: mentioning of blood, accidents, alcohol

written with @cassiavioletblue​

↳ Everyone told him that love was the highest aim, that it was what completes you and made you happy…but he was never lucky like that. It just took a piece of him and left scars on his heart every time. He was done with that. He had given up on love a long time ago so he should stick to it or else not only he would be affected.

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It was a crowded hustle, people buying hot cocoa and jewelry while the snow was falling. The streets were packed while Jimin squeezed himself through, the sweet aroma of cinnamon and chestnuts in the air. Pulling the scarf, a little tighter around his neck, he shivered from the crisp and cold air. There was something peaceful about walking in the evening with the Christmas light glowing off the mounds of snow around the building and so he had gotten out of the metro a few stations earlier, so he could walk the rest of his way. He was glad though that the sidewalks all were cleared, and he wouldn’t slip.

Jimin had gotten a call this morning from Hayoung, remembering how his cheeks glowed while she asked him how it’s been with Namjoon and if he was nice to him.

How could he tell her that Namjoon was more than that?

There were only two more days until Christmas and today was his last day cleaning for Namjoon. And tomorrow was the Christmas party that he had invited him to. Jimin was filled with excitement but at the same time felt anxious. What would happen after he was gone? Would Namjoon call? They had only exchanged phone numbers for business requirements when Jimin came in as a replacement and he wasn’t sure if Namjoon would. It had been easy with Jimin coming by every evening after work and he loved their little flirts, their exchange of shy smiles when they passed one another in the living room. And yet, there were times where he didn’t see Namjoon at all or where the feeling overwhelmed him that the other was hiding from him, locking the door to his office.

Jimin was wrecking his mind too much about it.

When he walked into the apartment, it was eerily quiet, and the lights were turned off. Namjoon must still be at work, Jimin thought, a pinch of sadness washing over him, but he quickly shook it off, focusing on his work.

Namjoon was indeed working. He had been working a lot since Yoongi’s visit, even more than usual and Jungkook was starting to get seriously worried. He was sure that something must have happened between Namjoon and his consultant even though he had no idea what it could be that pushed Namjoon to drown himself in work like that. It was as if he was doing it on purpose, not even going out for breaks and instead eating his lunch and dinner in the office (more or less, because when Jungkook signed off for the night there were often half-eaten sandwiches lying forgotten at the side of his desk). Not even Jimin could get him out of there despite them both still being interested in each other. He had seen the way they had flirted; he had been so sure that they would have ended up getting dinner by now or trading kisses in the hallway. If he hadn’t known for a fact that ‘Kim design’ was absolutely thriving he would have thought that Yoongi had told Namjoon that the company was in trouble. Yoongi’s cards had told the truth apparently, because Namjoon was losing his way - because with the pile of documents on his desk Jungkook was sure he could see nothing else but work.

Literally.

Jungkook straightened, knocking against Namjoon’s door. This time he would make sure that Namjoon would get home before midnight. “Namjoon?” As expected his boss had buried his nose in files. “I’d sign off now. And I’d really, really like it if you’d join me.” He could see Namjoon opening his mouth, ready to tell him how much work he still had to do so Jungkook knew he had to play dirty. Using his cutest, most innocent look he smiled shyly at Namjoon. “Pretty please? I can’t relax at home when I know you’re still there. How am I supposed to wind down if I have to be worried about your health and sleeping schedule? You wouldn’t want me to think about work all the time when I’m at home, do you? And it’s so close to Christmas! No one expects you to finish anything three days before Christmas, right? So, will you please go home too?”

Namjoon knew he had lost when Jungkook looked at him with those big doe eyes. Sighing deeply, he put his folder aside. “Give me five minutes to wrap things up and then I’ll come with you, ok?” It was worth it just to see Jungkook smile like that. He must have really worried him. With a guilty feeling in the pit of his stomach Namjoon packed his things and got his coat, letting the driver get Jungkook home first before he arrived at his own place.

It felt so normal for Jimin to walk around Namjoon’s apartment by now, knowing every corner by heart. He was dusting off the shelves on the second floor, making sure that every vase and figurine was back at its original place. Not even an inch different from before, because it was important to Namjoon. He was almost finished, yawning tiredly as he walked towards the stairs with half-closed eyes, hiding his mouth behind the palm of his hands.

The sound of the elevator made his eyes shoot open in an instant though and his heart skipped a beat. “Namjoon!” Jimin called out happily. It was his last night working for him and he had wondered if he could say goodbye…or even ask if their date for the Christmas party still stands.

Namjoon froze. He hadn’t thought that Jimin was still here this late or else he wouldn’t have given into Jungkook pleas, doe eyes or not. He had kind of avoided him since Yoongi’s last visit because he wasn’t sure what to make of it as he was afraid that he might drag Jimin into something that wasn’t good for him.

The smile on the younger’s lips grew brighter when his eyes fell onto Namjoon, leaning over the banister to look at him. “I was about to finish and wondered if I’d still catch you tonight. You know it’s my last day, right? Hayoung called me last night and…” His heart was doing a jump, but then his smile faltered a little, when he noticed the pale expression on the others face. “Are you o-okay? Joon?” He took another step down the stairs, keeping his gaze worryingly on the other’s face.

“Yes, I’m okay.” He gave Jimin a smile even though his insides pinched painfully. Jimin’s last day. They would see each other at the Christmas party, then have a nice Christmas together - and then? He would have to take the initiative if he wanted them to keep in contact or to be more. There was no question what he wanted, he liked Jimin, too much. He could pretend to keep the younger out of his life for a few days and lie to himself when in reality Jimin lingered at the back of his head anyways. His thoughts drifted to him whenever he wasn’t paying attention, he dreamed of him when his control slipped, and his unconsciousness took over. He had passed the point where he could walk away from this. He liked Jimin... no, he had developed feelings for him! Namjoon’s eyes widened when he realized what this meant. If he loved Jimin then Yoongi had a reason to come here because in his contract it was clearly stated that the one he loved would hurt.

He couldn’t love Jimin! He mustn't!

Jimin didn’t really believe his words, because they sounded off, a little too forced to be right. His heart ached when another thought came into his mind and it gave reason why Namjoon had been avoiding him whenever he could. Jimin hesitated, looking down to his fingers that were holding on tightly to the banister. Maybe Namjoon had decided otherwise and he shouldn’t come to the office party. He sighed. “It’s okay. I received the message.” Jimin gave him a quick smile, walking down the stairs. It was a one-night stand. Nothing more than that and although Namjoon had said so before, he had changed his mind. Or at least Jimin thought so.

“I’ll just get my things and…and then I’m out. Hayoung will be back by Monday. She said she is very excited to come back, as she misses you.” Jimin was halfway down when his gaze flickered back up to Namjoon. And it struck him hard. Like a lightning bolt right through his heart. He really wanted to be with Namjoon and seeing him avoid him hurt him more than he wanted to admit. It was a moment of carelessness, where Jimin didn’t focus where he was going. He screamed out in pain, when his ankle twisted painfully, slipping as he fell forward, trying to reach for something to hold onto but there was nothing. He didn’t even feel it when he hit the floor, blacking out from the overwhelming pain.

“Jimin? Jimin!” Namjoon was shaking the younger, getting desperate the longer he didn’t get any reaction. He had run over to him, falling onto his knees beside Jimin, ready to see a pool of blood and have the younger’s lifeless body splayed out with the knowledge that his dabbling in magic had killed him. Luckily, it wasn’t that severe and so when he could see Jimin breathing relief flooded him even though he was still utterly scared of what state Jimin would be in when he woke up. He had quickly pushed the emergency button on his phone that would get them an ambulance and now he tried his hardest not to panic completely and stay calm to get Jimin back to consciousness.

It felt like hours, pain flooding his head as he blinked his eyes, but it was only a few minutes. He could barely decipher Namjoon’s voice, his touch, where he was holding him. Jimin blinked his eyes a couple of times, stars dancing in front of his view and if it wasn’t for the pain he was in, they had reminded him of the beautiful Christmas lights. “Ah,” Jimin cried out in pain, when his body connected with his brain again and he sucked in a breath.

“Sh…, stay down please!” Jimin’s body jerked before the younger sagged back down like a deflated balloon, “Try not to move please, help is on the way. Is your head all right? Do you know the date and …and who’s president?” His head was empty from the shock, everything that one was supposed to do and say if someone might have a head injury gone and replaced with only fear that Jimin might not never heal. “I’m sorry!” It burst out of him, because he felt so guilty and it hurt so bad to see Jimin in so much pain, “I should have.. done something, I didn’t mean to hurt you, please, please get well again!”

Tears cascaded down his cheeks as Jimin tried to bear the pain, the image in front of him getting blurry again and he wasn’t sure if he felt nauseous or if it was just the tears. He couldn’t really answer Namjoon’s questions, mumbling incoherent words, reaching out for the other to hold onto something. Jimin wasn’t sure what Namjoon was apologizing for, while right now, he could barely hold a thought. “M…my ankle it hurts…I…” He got interrupted by the sound of the doorbell and within seconds the paramedics were already by his side. Jimin felt whiplash, searching for Namjoon’s hand in the chaos.

Namjoon stayed for as long as he could by Jimin’s side before the medics told him he had to stay back if he wasn’t a relative. At first he wanted to revolt, use all his influence and wealth to his advantage to make them let him stay, acting like one of the rich, spoiled businessmen that he had sworn to himself he would never be like. Then, however he let them go. Being close to Jimin would mean more danger to the younger than help, at least until he had made this right. He had made Jimin hurt with his magic mess, he would fix him the same way!

Jimin begged for them to let Namjoon come with him, but they refused as they got him into the car, already caring for the wound at the back of his head, trying to get his foot still. The medicine was making him drowsy. Namjoon’s name on his lips as he felt his eyes shut again and again.

After the medics had left Namjoon went to work right away. He had tried to google Yoongi before, so he knew that it was of no use, but he was sure that there was some way to contact him. Until now he had rather preferred him being in a safe distance but not today. So, he googled ‘How to summon a witch’.

He got way too many results and most of them didn’t help or he didn’t own what was required so he tried to use what he could. Instead of crystals he used a salt lamp, instead of the herbs that were listed he used the ones he had from the kitchen (mostly basil and chives). If those didn’t work he could still go to the next garden center and hope that he would get the right things there. He also needed a wind chime which he luckily owned even though it didn’t sound that nice, some water and some incense. He remembered the incense sticks that he had gotten as a gift and buried somewhere deep in the storage room because they smelled like something an old lady would wear as perfume. Looking at his small pile of makeshift-witch-callers doubt crept in, but he would still try. How else was he supposed to call Yoongi, run through the city yelling his name? Waiting for the other to just show up wasn’t an option because now that he had acknowledged to himself that his feelings for Jimin weren’t just temporary he was sure that the downside of his magic contract would take full effect and make Jimin hurt. Actually.. Jimin had been getting hurt quite a bit already.

It had started small, so he hadn’t noticed it but all these little accidents he’s had until now - had they all been the cause of Namjoon taking a liking to him? With a nauseous feeling he hurried to light up the incense stick, waving it around frantically with one hand and using the other to shake the windchime. He wasn’t quite sure what the water or the herbs were for.

He felt absolutely stupid but kept waving, closing his eyes to try and think Yoongi’s name as hard as he could (because he had read that intention was everything if he wanted to make a spell work and he was very intent on calling Yoongi!). This was why he only noticed the other's presence when the witch cleared his throat.

“I’m not sure what you’re doing here but you might want to open a window if you’re keen on not choking us both. Also, for the record, I’m not a demon.” Yoongi’s voice came from the top of the stairs, just right where Jimin had tripped and fell. The witch walked down slowly, keeping his gaze on the human. “You must be desperate to attempt to summon me like…like this. You know just calling out for me would have been enough. But I like the effort.” He really tried to keep it light, but even Yoongi knew he wasn’t here for fun. There was too much tension, too much pain in the room that he could feel in the air. “What can I help you with, Namjoon. You didn’t ask me to come here just for a cup of tea, right?”

Namjoon quickly put out the incense stick, unceremoniously dumping it into the bowl of water and placing the wind chime next to it. He didn’t care what Yoongi thought of him, as long as it had gotten him here he was happy to do whatever it took. However, now that the other was in front of him, with his lazy smile and twinkling eyes he had to swallow hard. Everything came with a price; he knew that and therefore he wondered what saving Jimin would cost him. Still, he didn’t hesitate for more than a second. Jimin was worth it, whatever the price would be.

“I want you to fix Jimin. It’s.. it’s because of me, right? That he fell and... and everything else. The bruises he got, the little accidents, the clumsiness. It was me that did this to him because of…my contract with you.”

“Correct.” He nodded at the other, walking towards the living room on his own, taking a seat on Namjoon’s couch as he crossed his legs. “I actually thought you’d notice a lot earlier. I tried to warn you…” Yoongi folded his hands together, looking up at Namjoon. “How do you want me to fix him?”

“You tried to...” Namjoon huffed, “Don’t tell me those cryptic messages were supposed to tell me anything. Why didn’t you just outright tell me ‘Careful, don’t fall in love with that boy or you’ll both regret it’! That’s something I would have understood! Not…cards.” He sat down  next to Yoongi on the couch, biting his lip. “I don’t know, you are the magic person here! Just go to him and heal him! Make him stop hurting! Make sure he’s okay, please! I’m sure you can do that.”

Yoongi raised an eyebrow, “Would you have believed me?” His eyes followed Namjoon’s every moment until he sat right next to him. “I’ve been there from the start, haven’t I? The moment there was more between the two of you, I appeared. Again…and again…what do you want me to do? Wave a windchime?” He chuckled low, “And despite that, if I would have told you, you would have told me it’s not like that. That it was just a one night stand like the others. Nothing special.” Shaking his head softly, Yoongi turned towards the other a little more. “I can’t heal people like that, and we had a deal, remember?”

Namjoon grew silent. Yoongi was probably right, at least at the beginning he would have denied that there was something more going on between Jimin and him, just like he had lied to himself about it at first. And after that... it would have been too late anyways. He ignored the little stab at his spellcasting abilities and pushed further right away, “What do you mean you can’t heal him? You can build a company from the ground up, out of nothing! That’s surely more difficult than mending a few broken bones and a concussion?” At least that’s what he thought Jimin might have. Hopefully, it wasn’t worse. “Of course, I don’t expect you to do it for free, you can demand what you want, we can make a new contract, I can work for you if that’s what you want! I can give back to you what I earned, I can give you the keys to my apartment, I…“ He broke off.

How should he explain that to Jimin when the other woke up and he had lost his company and his home? What should he tell people when they lost their jobs because Kim design didn’t exist any longer? All of his loyal workers and Jungkook, sweet little worried Jungkookie! Surely Yoongi wouldn’t put them all on the street on Christmas, would he? Just to make sure he added ruefully, “I understand that I have to pay you in some way, I really do - but my workers... it’s not their fault that I messed up. You wouldn’t ruin their lives as well, would you? Could you find them good jobs or maybe let someone else take over the firm, so nothing changes for them? Can that be part of our new contract?”

“I didn’t build that company. You did,” Yoongi answered honestly, “I gave you luck, an easy way and opportunities and made sure you wouldn’t fail but you were the one with the ideas.” The witch could almost hear the thoughts from Namjoon aloud, his eyes telling him much more than he said. “I don’t want those kinds of superficial things from you, Namjoon. I don’t care about them.” Reaching out for his hand, Yoongi turned Namjoon’s palm up, his eyes fixated on his. “Do you care about him? More than you care about the contract we made. Namjoon, I’m asking you if you want me to reverse it. To take away from you what I gifted you. Do you love him enough? Is he worth it?” He leaned his head aside, furrowing his brows as he held on tightly to Namjoon’s wrist.

“Yes.” He breathed out the word without hesitation. “If the people in my company won’t be lost and without a job then you can take anything else away from me.” He was more than willing to pay that - and more. It was soothing in a way to hear that all his hard work had been worth something, that in the end Yoongi had given him luck and opportunity and everything else had been his. He would miss it, creating and transforming his ideas into real, usable pieces… His chest grew tight for a moment but then he took a deep breath and nodded courtly. “Take it. Now please. Every moment that Jimin is hurting is a moment too long.”

Yoongi gave him a court nod, pulling his hand a little more towards him, as he held his own over his, letting it hover there for a moment. “I want something in return.” He didn’t look up, eyes focused on their hands.

There he was. The hook. Of course, it wasn’t that easy. Namjoon tried not to let his voice give away how much he wanted this to work. “What is it?” He had no idea what he could possibly give the other except for his company. Unless… Yoongi wanted his soul? He swallowed hard.

“That boy that is working for you…” Yoongi’s cheeks began to glow a lot rosier than before. “I want you to properly introduce me. I kind of fucked up…I tried to be all cool and…you know…” He shrugged his shoulders, trying not to show how much it was affecting him. “I just…I’m not good with humans, okay? But he has that aura. He’s a good soul and I really…I’d like to take him out.” Yoongi clenched his jaw, not daring to meet Namjoon’s eyes. “That’s all I’m asking.”

“A.. a good soul?” Namjoon’s eyes widened. He wouldn’t sell Jungkook wellbeing for his own. “I’m not getting you his soul! You can’t have him! Take mine if you need one but leave him...” He broke off when Yoongi snorted.

“For samhain’s sake, Namjoon I’m not a demon. How many more times do I have to tell you.” Yoongi interrupted him harshly but with an amused expression. “I want you to introduce me to him properly. Be my wingman or whatever you humans like to call it.”

“You want to... you want to go out with him? Like... date him?” He blinked like an owl. Now the blush on Yoongi’s cheeks made a lot more sense. “Oh, uhm, sure! I can introduce you... but everything else is up to Jungkook. Deal?”

“Of course,” He agreed easily, with his heart beating a little faster at the thought of introducing himself properly. This time he would make it right!

Closing his eyes, Yoongi placed his palm on Namjoon’s. There was warmth spreading through his veins, a tingling feeling that made a smile pull at the corner of the witches lips. He tightened his hold a little more, taking in a deep breath and holding it for a couple of seconds before finally letting go.

The witch got up in an instant, rolling his shoulders back as he looked down at a dazed Namjoon, with a stern expression. “It’s lifted. He’s still hurt, but I can’t change the past.” He turned on his heel, but before Yoongi could vanish entirely, he stopped again. “That also means you have to work harder from now on. Don’t mess up the things we built.” Yoongi winked at him, waving goodbye nonchalantly as if he hadn’t just lifted an entire curse, skipping happily, humming a Christmas melody to himself. “See you tomorrow!”

Namjoon nodded, lips pressed tightly together. He didn’t feel different. Sadly, Jimin didn’t either but he could heal and Namjoon would do everything in his power... wait! See you tomorrow? What did Yoongi mean? Here at his home? At the company? He scrambled up to get to his feet and ran after Yoongi into the hallway but when he got there the other was already gone. Namjoon held his breath. Could this mean what he didn’t even dare to hope that it could mean? Did Yoongi leave the company? Quickly and with trembling fingers did he call the number of the company building. It rang five times before someone picked up. He recognized Hyunjin’s voice, a young man who worked for him in the department for international communication, which explained while he was still reachable through the company number at this hour. “Good evening, Hyunjin. May I ask what you are working on at the moment?” He asked quickly before his nervousness could get the better of him.

“The presentation for our sellers, for the summer collection just like you asked me to this morning.” He answered, making it sound more like a question. “Do you want me to change anything or add something?” His voice was light and soft and Namjoon could hear him searching for some paper and a pen, ready to scribble down anything he wanted to add. “I wanted it to be finished before the Christmas party, so it’s ready after the holidays.”

“No, no that’s...” A sudden and overwhelming thankfulness for his loyal and hardworking employees overcame him and his voice wavered a little. “That’s perfect. Thank you for working so hard.“ He awkwardly cleared his throat before adding, a little more carefully, “While I’ve got you on the phone.. you didn’t receive any messages about changes for the company? Like…” How could he ask him if he was still the company’s boss without sounding like an idiot?

“No, not that I know of,” Hyunjin put the pen down and Namjoon could hear the sounds of finger drumming against a keyboard while he typed in his email. “No, there’s no email. The last one was from Jungkook’s reminder about the office party tomorrow. Jungkook told me you’ll come this year.”

“Yeah… yes, I’ll be there! See you tomorrow then. Have a good night Hyunjin.” He ended the call because his voice would break again. He closed his eyes, feeling the tears pressing against the inside of his eyelids. He still had his company. He just couldn’t rely on magical opportunities and an extra portion of luck anymore, but he would be fine! His company, his passion, his employees, they would all be fine! And most importantly…

“Jimin.” The younger’s name slipped as he got up to get his coat. Not that everything was settled he could go to the hospital; ask how he was and definitely try to sneak past the watchful eyes of nurses and medics if they would tell him that he wasn’t allowed to visit Jimin because he wasn’t family.

…

“Your ankle point is partially torn.” The doctor’s voice echoed in his mind, where the pain was only a dull ache in the back, all of the painkillers making it bearable. Jimin watched carefully how they stabilized his foot with a plaster cast, working effectively and fast. The bruise on the back of his head wasn’t as bad, so when they helped him into a wheelchair he already got his release papers in hand and a note for his doctor that he should visit on Monday. Jimin blinked up at the nurse who smiled at him with the most cheerful smile, “C-can you get me a taxi?” He had absolutely no idea how to get home, nor how to get up his apartment. With the crutches they had given him he would take ages.

“Of course, dear, where do you need to go?” Before Jimin could tell her Namjoon came towards them, with a beaming smile and a little swing in his step. “Hey! I’m so glad you’re okay!” He shouted from afar, until he was close enough for them to talk normally. “What is it? How long will it take to heal? Are you still in pain?”

Jimin’s eyes lit up immediately when he saw the other approaching him and if he could, he would have jumped up from the wheelchair and towards him. “No, not really, just a little but…” He held up the bag a little to show it to him, “I got loads of pain killers to deal with it.” Jimin was exhausted and tired, wishing nothing else but to rest right now and it was evident in every fiber of his body.

“Are you his husband?” The nurse smiled, taking over for Jimin who looked too pale to keep talking. “He tore his ligaments, and it needs some time to heal. Mr. Park has gotten all information for his recovery and check-ups in his release papers. Please make sure he is careful while working the crutches and rests his ankle as much as he can.”

Namjoon didn’t correct her in the slightest. “Yes, thank you for taking care of him!” He placed his hand on Jimin’s shoulder, trying to be as husband-y as he could. “I’ll make sure he rests well and won’t push himself too far too quickly.” Namjoon took the handles of the wheelchair, starting to roll Jimin out of the hospital. “The car is outside, so you don’t have to call a cab. “Do you want me to get you home or is there somewhere else you’d rather be? A relative maybe?”

“No,” Jimin answered honestly. He didn’t know where else to go, but his apartment seemed like a hurdle he couldn’t face right now either. When the other came to a halt in front of Namjoon’s car, Jimin pushed himself up on his crutches and his healthy foot, trying to balance just for a moment, before dropping onto the passenger seat. He leaned his head back, eyes closed when he finally was settled in. Every movement seemed exhausting right now. “I don’t know how to get up my apartment.” There were tears dwelling in his eyes again because he felt so frustrated with everything.

Namjoon’s expression softened. “I can help you Jimin. I can get you up there and help you with groceries and everything else. Or, if I’m not overstepping your boundaries with it you could come back to my place. There’s enough space and it would be easier for you to move a little. You can get the guest room; the toilet is right next to it and the kitchen is on the same floor so you could be relatively independent. Not that I won’t do whatever you let me do to help you, but I think you wouldn’t feel so … helpless if you’d know that theoretically you could do all that by yourself if you have to.” He realized he was rambling and so he stopped, trying to give Jimin room to breathe - and to decide what he wanted.

“I don’t want to annoy you or bother you.” Jimin averted his gaze down to the cast and the crutches that he was holding. “Just because it happened in your apartment, doesn’t mean you’re responsible for me.” He tried a smile, but it seemed tired. “I know you said that you wanted to get to know me…a-after our…night, but…it didn’t seem much like it anymore and it’s okay. It’s really okay! But you really don’t have to care for me, just because you feel responsible. It...it would hurt me more than this stupid thing in the end.”

Namjoon crouched down. “Hey. Can you please look at me?” He waited until Jimin had overcome his hesitation and dared to meet his eyes. “I’m not doing this because of some boss-employee-obligation that I might feel. I like you Jimin. A lot, actually. It’s been quite a while since someone made me feel that way and I got scared about ..the consequences. About what it could mean for the both of us.” So far he didn’t even have to lie. Just that the magical consequences of some contract with Yoongi could have continued to hurt Jimin was something that he better kept to himself. “I’m sorry if I made you feel like you weren’t important any longer, like I had lost interest or changed my mind. You are important to me and I won’t change my mind about that. I want to get to know you.“

Jimin could feel his throat clogging up, making it harder to breathe while his heart was racing. He gazed deep into Namjoon’s eyes, searching for a hint that he was lying to him, that he was just telling him what he wanted to hear but he couldn’t find anything. So, his body reacted first with his hand that pulled Namjoon closer by his neck and his lips that covered his softly.

Their position was awkward with Jimin in the car and Namjoon half in, half out and yet they made it work. Jimin’s lips were as soft and pliable as the last time, nothing gave away what he had been through. Namjoon reached out to caress over Jimin’s neck, trying to comfort him as best as he could.

He couldn’t tell him, but he would prove to him that there was nothing to be afraid of: He was safe again now.

…

There was music and the sound of laughter coming from the inside, while he pulled at his sweater for the nth time, not daring to go in, yet. The witch looked down at himself, soothing over the green fabric of his sweater, feeling up the many embroideries of Christmas trees and red tinsel that were sewn on. He wanted to look as human as possible. And he heard that humans liked those stupid, itchy christmas sweaters. Biting his lip, he walked back and forth, mumbling reassuring words to himself, before taking a deep breath and reaching for the door only to turn back around again and start his routine anew.

“Oh, there you are!” Namjoon finally realized who that person in that bulky green Christmas sweater was when Yoongi turned again. He had overlooked him at first because from behind he would have never guessed that this was his witch because at the moment Yoongi looked like he had sprung out of one of these cheesy Christmas movies. He wore dark velvety pants, that hilariously fluffy embroidered sweater and even his hair had a different color to match his festive spirit. He was pretty sure that Yoongi normally didn’t celebrate Christmas but made an effort because he wanted to fit in (or impress Jungkook).

Honestly though Yoongi could have worn a used trash bag and Namjoon would still have greeted him with open arms. He would forever be thankful that Yoongi hadn’t destroyed his life when he had the chance. “Come on in, you must be cold!” When he reached out for Yoongi though the other was warm. Of course, he was. He probably had a magical built-in heater or something.

“Ah, yeah…“ Yoongi was only hesitantly walking with Namjoon, sheepishly looking down at his feet, brushing over the trees on his sweater once more. “I just wanted to say ‘hi’ really quick. I don’t think I’ll stay long…you know, just checking in on you.” He was nervous and it was evident in the way he was talking a little faster than usual. Suddenly he felt that his idea to let Namjoon be his wingman to be a complete idiotic idea.

“Well, you can decide after you’ve taken a look at the decoration and the food. Jungkook always puts his heart into it.” He placed Yoongi at the Christmas buffet next to a plate full of cookies in Christmas tree shapes and told him to wait here so that he could get Jungkook for him.

Yoongi took one of the cookies, happy to have something to do as he let his gaze wander over the crowd of people that were celebrating Christmas. There was even a karaoke machine and Yoongi watched the two women do a sing off. It made a smile pull at his lips as he bobbed his head to the music.

“Hey, Yoongi!” Jungkook watched as Yoongi almost choked on his cookie, carefully patting the other’s back until it looked like he could breathe again. “Are you okay? You got to be careful with these to not get the sprinkles somewhere they are not supposed to be.”

“Oh,” He coughed again, trying to be subtle while his heart was racing just at the thought of Jungkook remembering his name. “I…I…like the cookies.” Yoongi could have hit himself for that stupid answer, trying to save himself as he took one to hold it in front of his sweater, “It fits my outfit, don’t you think?”

Jungkook chuckled. “Yeah, they’re great! Your outfit too by the way! You should give Namjoon tips on how to dress in the spirit of Christmas - though I should be thankful that he’s here.” He looked over to where Namjoon was feeding a cookie to Jimin, the two looking like they were completely in their own world. He was happy for them... and a tiny little bit envious. “By the way I never got to thank you for the card.” He opened his blazer and showed Yoongi that he was carrying it in his inner pocket.

“You like it?” Yoongi’s eyes lit up when he saw the younger carrying it around. He had made sure that Jungkook would find it, even if Namjoon would have thrown it in the bin it would reappear again until the assigned owner would have found it. Which he had. “I…I…wanted to apologize,” He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, “I came off too strong that night and…I have that habit sometimes. I’m not used to…ehm, humans, I guess.” Yoongi shrugged his shoulders, trying to seem nonchalant but he cared too much for it to be true. “I didn’t want to scare you or anything, but I think one could say you made me nervous. You still do.”

“Humans, hm?” Jungkook winked at Yoongi without getting the hint, “I sometimes find them scary too. But you don’t have to worry about me, I don’t bite. Not when there are cookies around.”

Yoongi felt a lot more at ease now, smiling at the younger when he was so clueless to what he was. “Namjoon didn’t tell you, right?” He laughed softly, reaching out to where Jungkook had shown him the card. “You’re making me nervous because I want you to like me. Would you mind lending me it for one moment. I’d like to show you something..:”

“Told me what?” He only reluctantly gave over his card which was a little stupid because he knew Yoongi wouldn’t take away the gift that he had given him, but he had gotten so used to carrying the card with him that his pocket felt empty without it. It was like a pocket heater, a little thing he carried that made him feel warm inside whenever he touched it.

Yoongi flipped the card in his hands, his eyes fixated on Jungkooks. “Did you look up what the sun means?” He asked but didn’t give him much time to answer. “You have a really warm aura, Jungkook and I like that.” He blew onto the card, giving it back with a smile. “Would you mind if I ask you out some time?” He bit his lip nervously, folding his hands together because he didn’t know what else to do with them. “Maybe I can tell you what your boss should have told you.” Yoongi winked, side-eyeing Namjoon for a moment, who was still very much all eyes on his new love.

“Yeah, I did.” It meant optimism and positivity, warmth, and vitality. He had felt flattered that Yoongi had given him his sun because a tarot deck only worked with all the intended cards, so it wasn’t a small gift and the meaning just made it better. While Yoongi had held the card, the shiny golden details reflecting off of it made it look like a moon for a moment before Yoongi tilted the card and there was no reflection any more. “Oh, you’re a magician! Can you do card tricks?” Jungkook answered excitedly, and then, adding with blushing cheeks. “I’d really like that. You ...taking me out.”

Yoongi sighed deeply. It kind of hurt his pride to be called a magician, someone who did simple card tricks. He smirked in amusement about Jungkook’s sheer happiness, but when he actually agreed to their date, Yoongi couldn’t hold his magic in pure excitement. Leaning in, he lowered his voice as he whispered into the younger’s ear. “I’m more than that, Jungkook.” Softly he wrapped his hand around Jungkook’s wrist, his magic buzzing at his fingertips.

Jungkook gasped as the electricity ran down his arm up to his elbow. “How are you doing that?” He doubted that Yoongi was carrying around one of those trick toys that gave people small electroshocks. Also, it didn’t feel like a shock, rather.. warm and pleasant.

Yoongi easily let his fingers slide down to Jungkook’s, intertwining their hands. The younger followed him with a mixture of confusion and way too many questions burning on his mind, so Yoongi quickly shushed him. “I’ll show you,” He winked teasingly, “But there’s too many humans. Do you trust me?”

‘Humans.’ This time Jungkook caught up on the way Yoongi said it, like he wasn’t one of them. He shuddered, but it wasn’t fear, rather excitement that pushed him alone. He nodded and then followed Yoongi where he led them. Namjoon wouldn’t have let him meet Yoongi again if the other was dangerous.

“Who is that?” Jimin leaned aside to look over Namjoon’s shoulder, narrowing his eyes as he observed the man closely that leaned into Jungkook. “You brought him in earlier and…I don’t know I feel like I know him from somewhere. Have I seen him before?” Furrowing his brows in thought, Jimin turned to his boyfriend who had his leg up on his lap so he could rest it safely while the people around them were celebrating happily. Namjoon had taken care of him all night after their drive and had someone get some clothes from his apartment. He wasn’t staying in the visitors bedroom though, but right with Namjoon. And although he was still exhausted from the meds and the pain, he had insisted on coming to the party – otherwise Namjoon would have probably refused to be by his side anyways.

“That’s Yoongi. Jungkook's future boyfriend if it were up to him.” He took a sip of his mulled wine and smiled, “You might have seen him around the company. He’s been around since I started Kim designs and helped me a lot along the way. I think he retired from company business now, but I have a feeling he will stick around.” Namjoon reached for Jimin’s hand and placed a kiss onto his knuckles (because he wasn’t sure how Jimin felt about kisses in public), “Just like I hope you will now. Not necessarily in the company but in my life?”

“Does it count as my Christmas gift to you?” Jimin grinned cheekily before pouting his lips and batting his eyelashes. “I fear I can’t get you anything else this year.” Looking down at his foot in a cast, he sighed dramatically. “I hope you didn’t expect something expensive and I’ll count?”

“Only if you promise you won’t ever take it back. Cause there is no return option for Christmas gifts,” Namjoon answered with a teasing smile before he tilted Jimin’s chin up, looking right into his eyes. “You are more worth than any present I ever got.”

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The Dad Friend

          An accident forces Sebastian to take care of you, even though you don’t want him to.

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           “Oh, my God, Seb, I’m fine,” you insisted as your friend tried to get your jacket on your shoulders. He was bringing you home from the hospital, where you’d been forced to stay for two nights since your poor car had gotten t-boned and you were the one in the driver’s seat. Your parents were across the country, and since it wasn’t too bad of an accident, Sebastian had insisted of taking care of you.

           “I’m just trying to make sure you aren’t cold!” He said, half-laughing at you as you jerked away from him. “Are you hungry?”

           “Seb, I just want to go get my rental car and go home,” you whined. You didn’t protest this time as he put a hand on the small of your back to walk you out of the hospital room, out to where the car he’d called was waiting. He had barely left your side since it happened and you’d asked the EMT’s to call him because you figured he’d be the most chill of your friends. You were absolutely wrong. He’d barely left your side except to take care of all of the insurance stuff because you had never even broken down on the side of the highway before your wreck.

           He quite literally yelled at the guys at the rental place until they gave you the car that you’d asked for over the phone, insisting that you deserved to have a fun car while you were trying to look for another one, and forced them to waive the young driver fee. So you went home with a Dodge Charger and Sebastian slept on the couch that night, even though you were both due on set at eight the next morning.

           “I made you some breakfast,” he said when you emerged form your room the next morning, already having taken the hospital-grade pain pills they’d given you. You were due for a stunt today, where you were fighting Sebastian’s character, and the last thing you wanted was for your back to be hurting like crazy.

           “Thank you,” you said sincerely, sitting down at your table. He made you a massive breakfast of eggs, bacon, toast, and he tried his hand at pancakes before giving up.

           “You need fuel.” He squeezed your shoulder before heading to your bathroom to get ready. You sat down and started eating, waiting on him to finish getting ready, and then you started to clean up. He walked out of the bathroom and snatched the plate from your hands.

           “Seb, I can clean it up, I’m not helpless!” You stomped your foot, trying to ignore the shooting pain up your back.

           “Mmhm. Go lay down.”  

           “We have to leave in ten minutes, I’m not going to lay down.” Sebastian rolled his eyes at you, but he didn’t say anything else. He just let you do your thing, and then you were driving him to set. He gasped when another car got a little too close, earning a slap on the shoulder.

           “You’re fucking ridiculous, it’s fine,” you insisted. You pulled into the studio half an hour later, and Sebastian finally let you go over to wardrobe. You groaned at the way the tactical suit hit your bruised back, but it was so tight that after a minute it actually started to feel good. Sebastian’s eyes got wide when he saw you limping, but your leg was throbbing even with the knee brace on underneath your costume. You stood up straight, even though it hurt, and took your mark.

           “You sure you don’t want your double?” Sebastian asked you.

           “I’m fine, Seb.” You threw a fake punch, one that he blocked, and he glared at you. “See? That almost landed.”

           “If it lands, you’re going to need more than hospital drugs,” he warned you playfully. Your director called action and you started working your way through the scene, giving them about a million takes of each shot from different angles. They tried to use your double once, but she wasn’t completely the same body type as you and they needed shots of your entire body.

           “You need a break?” Sebastian asked you after about two hours, noticing that you were throwing your shoulder too far each time to compensate for the fact that you felt like it was absolutely burning.

           “No, just some icy hot,” you insisted. He nodded at you, helping you get the tight vest off. An assistant came by with it in a few minutes, and it felt good. Really good. You waited until it was hot to start filming again, and even though you were sweating, you still felt so much better.

           “Okay,” you finally said another hour later. You had been looking down to hide the fact that tears were in your eyes, trying not to cry and ruin the makeup you were in. “We have to stop. My shoulder hurts.”

           “Jesus, you should’ve said something,” Sebastian sighed. He called the director over, who agreed to give you an early lunch and finish the rest of the scene in a couple of hours. Your doubles could be used until you came back later that afternoon, and Sebastian was hauling you off to the medical trailer.

           “You really need to take it easy, Y/n,” the medic said as she handed you a pill.

           “I’ve already taken two Oxy this morning,” you said, refusing it. She sighed.

           “In that case, you may need to take a few days. I’m sorry. But your shoulder…”

           “It’s fine,” you tried to insist. “It hurts, but it’s fine.” Sebastian walked up behind you and took your waist that wasn’t bruised, pulling you over to him.

           “I’ll take her back to her trailer,” Sebastian said, giving the medic a half-smile, and he walked you over to your trailer that was right next to his. “Okay, take off your shirt,” he said.

           “Seb, I’m barely legal. That’s weird.” He rolled his eyes.

           “Sit down and take off your shirt. I’m not discussing this.” You did what he told you, revealing the white t-shirt you were wearing underneath, and sat down on the couch. He sat down, too, and started massaging your shoulder.

           “Ow!” You started. After a second, though, his hands on your shoulder actually didn’t hurt too badly. “Okay, never mind.”

           “You should really rest this, it’s swelling up.”

           “Won’t that make it worse?”

           “Eventually. But for right now, it might help. So I’m going to finish this, you’re going to take a nap, and I’m taking you home.”

           “You are such a dad friend.”

           “Yeah, I know.” He massaged your shoulders for a few more minutes before putting more icy hot on, and then he handed you one of the spare t-shirts you kept. You pulled it on over your sports bra, trying to get it to un-stick from where the icy hot was, and watched as he went to the back and gathered up a blanket and a pillow that you kept in there for the few times you actually had to take naps in the middle of the day.

           “Thanks,” you said as he tucked you in, handing you the remote to the built-in TV.

           “Take a nap. I’ll take care of everything on set, alright?” He rubbed your hair for a minute before leaving you, and the next time he came back you were still asleep. He eventually drove you to an urgent care, who just gave you more medicine and told you to take it easy or you’d need surgery.

           “Alright, so what I’m hearing is she’s gotta take a break from set?” Sebastian said, rubbing your back as you sat on the exam table. You were exhausted from the amount of tests they were doing, again, and you were absolutely sick of everyone touching you.

           “Yep. At least a week of bed rest.” You groaned, putting your head in your hands.

           “Alright, kid, give me your insurance cards and go out to the car,” Sebastian instructed, handing you the keys to the rental. You did what he told you to do, watching as he made sure they had your insurance information, and then he came back to the car. You were on the phone to your mom, ranting, when Sebastian sat down.

           “Hi, Y/n’s mom,” Sebastian said over Bluetooth. “Your daughter is absolutely terrible at taking instructions.”

           “Yeah, we know,” your mom responded. That made Sebastian smile a little. “What’s the diagnosis?”

           “She needs to be off set for a week.”

           “Do I need to fly up there?”

           “No, I got her. I’ll bring some stuff over and stay with her and make sure she’s not doing anything she’s not supposed to.” Sebastian started driving and you said goodbye to your mom. He went by your favorite drive-thru restaurant and got food for you before heading back to your apartment.

           “Feeling any better?” He asked you as you ate.

           “Slightly.”

           “Only slightly?”

           “Can you do the massage thing again?”

           “After I finish eating.”

           “Thanks, Dad,” you said. He looked over at you with a grin.

           “I guess I am the dad friend,” he sighed.

           “Yep. Can I have a beer?” He scoffed at you, snatching the un-opened bottle away from where you were about to grab it.

           “No.”

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[shhhlikeme]

“Losty Aone” / “Losty Mountain Man🏔” Series:

🎉🎊 Special Birthday Outtake Part One 🎊🎉

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A/N: HAPPY 25th BIRTHDAY to our mountain man! Everyone keeps saying how underrated the man is, well NOT ON THIS BLOG, NO MA’AM! WE CELEBRATE KINGS OVER HERE.

I tried to get to everyones prompts for this special collection so let’s go!! (There are two parts, but this can be read as a STAND ALONE fic).

TABLE OF CONTENTS

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August 1st

One sunny summer day, you and your new boyfriend Aone were sitting on a patio having sushi for lunch in downtown Tokyo.

You scooted your chair closer to his and rested your head on your wrist, looking up at him quizzically.

Aone who was in the middle of chewing, slowed down as his heart picked up. The prettiest girl in the world was staring at him, and he knew you well enough to know that that look meant you were up to something. He swallowed hard and took a sip of his water.

“Yes? What is it?” He asked finally.

“Oh, just thinking about the fact that I don’t know when your birthday is.”

Aone tried not to roll his eyes. “Y/N....”

“Don’t Y/N me, Takanobu.”

Aone really did roll his eyes then. He didn’t know why you needed to know when his birthday was. He didn’t really like celebrating it because he isn’t a flashy guy, meaning only Kenji and now Kogenagawa would just go to the movies or something. His parents were divorced so he’d usually do something small twice with both or them too. His parents would usually gift him with a lot of money towards carpenter school so he was never in need of anything. Sure, in first and second year when Aone blew out his candles all he wished for was that you could maybe notice him, but look at him now. He didn’t want you to get him anything and stress when the best gift he’d ever and could ever receive is you being his.

brb crying

Aone shook his head. “I do not want to tell you. I feel like you’re going to do something extravagant.”

True. You pouted anyway.

“I won’t if you don’t want me to! We’re dating. You have to tell me. If you do, I’ll tell you mine.”

Aone flushed internally because you saying such a thing reminded him that he had to have that talk with you soon about the fact that he knew when your birthday was before you knew his name. Not only that, but tell you that he actually gifted you a cupcake last year on it, and wanted to gift you more than that. (but that’s for another outtake time).

“I’ll tell you on a later date then.” He tried reasoning fairly, but alas his spunky girlfriend was having none of that.

“No! You’re going to tell me now. You can’t deprive me of this, Aone,”

Aone continued to eat, picking up your favourite roll with his chopsticks and directing it towards your mouth for you to eat.

You frowned, crossing your arms.

You stared at your gorgeous white haired beauty of a man as he continued eating—your mind trying to figure out how you’d get the information out of him..... soon you got distracted because You were thinking about how sexy he looked in aviator sunglasses with the sun glowing his slightly tanned skin when suddenly, it hit you.

💡

How could you forget?! As you’re thinking about how sexy your boyfriend is and he’s trying not to look at you— you forgot that your boyfriend also finds you sexy, but unfortunately for most boys who have been crushing on a girl for years, the manner in which Aone found you sexy kind of made him literal putty for you.

😈

You decided to pull out the medium guns, taking a strand of your hair in your finger to twirl it.

“Pleaseee, baby?” You asked in your cutesy voice. You place a delicate hand on your boyfriend’s knee and fluttered your long eyelashes at him before he even looked at you.

Feeling your hand on his knee made his heart race like any time you touched him, so he turned to you. When his eyes met yours this poor baby dropped the sushi roll he was about to put in his mouth on his plate. One look at your begging-expression and this simp couldn’t even hold out for another second.

“August.” He admitted quickly, awestruck. You were just so hot.

You gasp. “THAT’S THIS MONTH, AONE! YOU WERE GOING TO LET ME MISS IT!” You growled. “Now tell me the day.”

Takanobu looked away, refusing to look at you as an act of defence, in case you used that sexy hair-twirling trump card again.

“No, Y/N.”

You smiled and decided not to twirl your hair but this time take advantage of the fact that he wasn’t looking at you. You leaned in closer to your boyfriend.

“Pretty please, my love?” You sing sweetly. Aone tried his best to keep it together because lord knows he was pre-programmed to give you anything you wanted, and he was actually doing a good job since he wasn’t looking at you.

“No.”

You leaned in immediately, pressing your soft lips to his cheek, pressing them into his stubble in a way that meant maybe this wasn’t just an innocent kiss. This was a kiss could either mean let’s hold hands or let’s fuck, and Aone knew it.

Like usual with your longer kisses, all the blood rushed from mountain man’s brain to his groin.

“13th.” He said almost automatically, no longer using the head above his shoulders but the one he wanted to stick inside your dripping cunt. “August 13th.” He clarified, wanting to please you by telling you, but also wanting to please you in more ways than one.

You jumped out of seduction-mode and squealed, pulling back and clapping.

“Yay! Thank you, baby!”

Aone’s heart soared at you calling him pet names. He remembers the jealous stares he always gets from other men and guys at school whenever you called him that, and it made him feel even better upon hearing it.

When Aone realized he’d been powerless to you using your sexiness to get what you wanted from him for the 5th time this week (second time today) he sighed.

“I do not like birthdays, Y/N. Just so you know.” he explains softly, praying that you won’t go all out.

You scooted your chair even closer to your boyfriend. Leaning in to tell him something in his ear. Knowing your bf wouldn’t admit to how much he loved when you did that—you whispered seductively,

“Oh, Aone, I promise you’ll love birthdays after I’m finished with yours....”

you made sure your lips grazed his ear the tiniest bit and that your voice was dripping with sex again.

Fuck, Aone hated that you knew what you did to him. With a blush, Takanobu reached out to grab a napkin quickly......... wiping the evidence of his nosebleed.

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August 7th - Day 2 out of 7 - Jealous Mountain Man @ The Miyagi Prefecture Summer Training Camp Hosted by Date Tech | Also Date Tech Cheer Team Training Clinic

You and your boyfriend Aone were ecstatic to be at training camp together!

Even though you barely got to see eachother because the cheerleaders were training outside and the volleyball players were in the gym, you had lunch together which meant you could run to your boyfriend and kiss him when you got to see him in the caf excitedly.

However, the boys’ volleyball coaches strictly prohibited any fraternizing outside of lunch time because the boys were always a bit too distracted by the hot cheerleaders.

That type of limitation just made you that much more jumpy to see your man—who was on cloud nine every time you gave him attention. He pointed you out to his friends from other schools like Hinata and Kyotani who were very nice to you (well as nice as mad dog gets).

“That cheerleader.....is your............. girlfriend.......?” Kageyama asked as his eyes followed you into the cafeteria. Let’s just say a lot of volleyball players eyes were following you.

Aone nodded. “Yes. I understand it’s hard to believe. I catch myself not believing it either, most days.” He spoke proudly, unknowingly straightening his shoulders and puffing out his chest. He was so proud to finally be able to call you his. He knew you were way out of his league and it just made his entire day when he was reminded that you chose him.

From where you were standing by the doors, you searched the full lunch tables and spotted your mountain man. You got on your tippy toes and waved at him, blowing him a kiss.

“She’s really good looking.” Kags finished, nodding at Aone with a slight blush.

Aone nodded back while returning your curt wave. “Extremely.” Your boyfriend added, getting excited because you’d soon come over to say hi like you always did at lunch.

“Yeah that’s Y/N! I met her yesterday, she’s really nice. She is like a 10/10 on the pretty scale and even her friends are pretty! Is the stunning taller one—the captain I think—that’s your girlfriend, right Futakuchi?”

Sitting beside Aone and across from the quick attack duo, Futakuchi choked on his food, coughing. Aone patted his back while trying to hide a smile.

“Not my girlfriend.”

Kags looked confused. “Really? She sure acts like it—“

“I said not my girlfriend.” He repeated, making them drop the subject.

Aone stopped patting Futakuchi’s back because he seemed healthy enough, but also because he saw you approaching some guy at the Wakutani South High’s table. Aone felt something weird in the pit of his stomach as he watched you chat enthusiastically to the one player from that school. Aone knew him as Takeru.

Aone’s heart sunk because you never spoke to strangers that happily, you barely noticed them.

“Y/N-chan knows Takeru Nakashima?” Hinata asked innocently, stuffing his face with food & watching you. Kenji and Kags looked over too.

Aone felt himself stop breathing when you leaned in to whisper in the captain’s ear, causing Nakashima to turn red all over.

Aone wanted to throw up.

“I wasn’t aware.” Mountain man responded, his shoulders stiff.

Now, Mountain Man trusted you, yes, that much is true. He could practically read you like a book. But he absolutely hated the way Takeru’s eyes lit up like a fucking Christmas tree when you approached, talking only to him as if you were on some sort of secret mission.

Sure, all the guys at this tournament checked all of the cheerleaders out—asking out Katana and Kusa almost 4 times a day—but Kenji made it pretty clear to everyone he spoke with to spread the word that Y/N is taken, so Takeru definitely knew.

Kenji has been through too much with y’all already lmao

That didn’t stop Takeru from admiring you though. And being absolutely flabbergasted that you randomly wanted to speak to him, of all people, today.

As he watched from so far away, Aone was reminded of how much he hated the feeling he got when seeing you happily give another guy who’s clearly interested in you your attention. It was a familiar feeling that he’d felt when you were seeing that baseball player last year, but the feeling was justly multiplied now, since Aone did have some level of claim on you now. He wasn’t just wishing he had a right to be jealous like he did back then—You were his girlfriend now. The best thing that’s ever happened to him.

“Maybe they know eachother from somewhere,” Kenji lightly elbowed his best friend on the arm. “You should ask her.”

“Hm.” Aone grunted, crawling back into his minimal communication shell that he always went in when he was hurt.

Kenji was concerned because Aone hadn’t gone back to that since that night at the bowling alley.

Still watching you, Aone saw you lean in to hug Takeru and then skip over to his table. To him.

“Hi baby!” You exclaim, happier than usual. Aone couldn’t help but frown because were you happier because you spoke to that other guy? Did Takeru increase your happiness?

“Hi,” said Aone kindly, opening his arms for a hug. If Takeru got one, then bby mountain man wanted one—too.

childish jealous bby. I luv

You walked straight into your boyfriend’s perfect embrace as you stood and he remained seated. You felt him hug you tighter than usual, pressing his ear to your chest and running a caring hand up and down your back with his big beefy hands. This wasn’t the usual hug he gave you in public at all, it was more like how he hugged you when you two were cuddling and watching a movie at his house.

Muddled, you raised your eyebrow at Kenji for a silent explanation and Kenji just shrugged, not willing to tell on his friend for being jealous. After 10 seconds, Aone still wouldn’t let you go, closing his eyes while he relished in the feel and angelic smell of you so close to him.

“Uhhh.......you okay, sweetie?” You asked him, raising your hands to gently play with the hair on the back of his head. Aone nodded into your chest again—too jealous to realize that his head was pressing on your pillowy tits that he drools over.

A lot of boys were very jealousssss seeing you two, wishing they were Aone right about now.

“Do you know him?” Aone asked, his eyes still closed as he felt like sleeping on your booby pillows.

“Who?” You asked, lost as usual.

Kenji groaned. “Who do you think? Nakashima. Do you know him?”

“Ohhhhh!” You laughed. “No. I just met him right now. I wanted to uh....say hi.”

Aone’s frown deepened. He had no issue when you always spoke to your male friends at school, but even so, they always sought you out friendly. You basically never went up to anyone but the cheerleaders. Takeru is getting special treatment.... because Why didn’t you want to do that to him during the two years he day dreamed about you? - pondered mountain man.

“Want to go on a walk with me, Aone baby?” You asked Aone, not clueing in that he felt any type of way at all. “Some of the girls are getting ice cream just up the road. I want you to come.”

Aone nodded quickly, but he didn’t make any motion to leave this comfortable boob-hug yet.

“You just gonna hug me until Katana is ready to go?” You giggled.

Baby nodded.

“Okay.” You respond with a smile, continuing to run your hand through his short hair soothingly the way he likes. You just begin chatting to Hinata.

Aone felt reassured by your loving actions in front of the whole camp, but unfortunately..... that reassurance was short lived.

***

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August 9th - Day 4 out of 7 of Training Camp

Throughout the camp, Aone watched everyday as you made what you did the other day a routine. You’d come into the caf with the other pretty cheerleaders, looking the prettiest, wave at your boyfriend, walk over to talk to Takeru Nakashima: sometimes bringing him out in the hall for something, then come back to kiss and greet your wonderful boyfriend.

Kenji, Kogenagawa, and especially Aone didn’t fucking like it.

“Want me to teach Takeru a lesson about boundaries?” Kogenagawa asked Aone at lunch a couple days later, cracking his knuckles like he would actually do something (he’d be too scared looool). Aone shook his head firmly. “No,” he answered, feeling hurt watching you smile brightly at something Nakashima said.

Kenji said his piece, “It’s Y/N that keeps approaching him, big boned setter. It’s not like Takeru really does it back, plus, I reminded him that that’s my best friend’s girl during outside hitter drills yesterday. He was really understanding, he seems like a really good kid.”

Kogenagawa nodded. “Great. I definitely don’t think Y/N is doing it on purpose though, she used to be way more flirty with that baseball guy or with Aone-senpai—but I just wish Takeru didn’t always look like Christmas came early whenever Y/N comes around.”

Kenji nodded. “That’s true. I may not know why Y/N wants to talk to him so badly, but I definitely know that Takeru is loving every second of it. He wouldn’t do anything because I’ve learned he’s a pretty stand-up guy, but man..... no offence Aone but Y/N needs to understand how fuck-hot she is. And that some guys will like her enthusiastic cheerleader personality a bit too much.”

Aone’s heart dropped as he listened to his honest friends. “I do not blame Nakashima....” Aone started, feeling his blood start to boil a bit because Takeru couldn’t help but stare at your fine ass in tight practice shorts when you walked away from him and toward Aone. Aone growled deep within his chest territorially.

As if he heard the growl but more likely probably just feeling menacing eyes on him, Takeru’s eyes flicked to Aone’s. Startled by how angry and scary Aone looked because he caught Nakashima staring at his girlfriend, Nakashima quickly diverted his eyes. Looking anywhere else but at Y/N for the duration of the day.

“I don’t blame Nakashima...” Aone continued his thought. “....I had and still have the same feelings for Y/N as she is very desirable. And besides, surely I don’t blame Y/N either. It’s not her fault she is attractive. A man’s actions toward an attractive woman is NEVER the woman’s fault. (A/N: KING!) And she is only talking to him, I shouldn’t be so envious.”

Kogenagawa nodded again. “That’s the spirit, Aone-senpai.”

“Easier said than done,” Kenji muttered before taking some gulps of his sports drink, knowing his best friend better than anyone else.

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August 11th - Day 6 out of 7 of Training Camp

As previously mentioned, your boyfriend trusted you, but he also knew that you were absolutely lost when it came to knowing when a guy has a crush on you (how in the world do you know that Aone? Hahahaha) and it was pretty damn obvious that Takeru Nakashima was falling fast and hard. Pissed and annoyed, Aone watched you go chat with him day after day and then come over like nothing happened. It was obvious you didn’t like the kid in a romantic way, but Aone still wanted to know why you wanted to talk to him so much and why you even gave him the time of the day that Aone so desperately wanted from you before you noticed him. Maybe he was a little bitter and a lot jealous of Takeru’s ability to get your attention.

Takanobu wanted all your attention on him. Without knowing it, this big baby slowly got more and more clingy and pouty to his beautiful girlfriend.

When he was walking down a hall with you and Takeru happened to turn down the same hall with his team, Aone would pull you in close to his side and basically shield you from his view.

When you two would say bye after lunch and Aone noticed Nakashima was watching, he’d lean down to kiss you maybe a bit more passionately than usual (not that you were complaining, your boyfriend’s passionate kisses made your knees weak)....

Aone even somehow convinced you to wear his Date Tech jacket during lunch, because according to Aone the air conditioning was way too cold for the tiny practice outfit the cheerleaders had to wear, and he didn’t want you get sick.

bullshit, Aone😒 lol

But again, you weren’t complaining! You loved the smell of your boyfriend and having the feeling of his arms being around you because you were wearing his gigantic sweater just made you the happiest cheerleader ever!

But, unfortunately.... Even with all of that—just as Kenji predicted—that didn’t really keep Aone’s jealously under wraps:

Currently, you two were sitting beside eachother on a bench waiting for Kenji and Kanji to finish talking to the coach so you all could walk home together since you were going to your boyfriend’s. Everything was good as you two spoke and enjoyed each other’s company. Then, this boy just had to ruin a great moment.

Seeing Takeru approach; his shy eyes stuck on his girlfriend, Aone didn’t hesitate to put his arms around you and pull you on his lap with ease. His horny side didn’t even freak out that your ass was on his dick.....much. He was too focused on shooting daggers at your approaching admirer that you seemed to like very much.

Hesitating because he picked up on Aone’s protective message, Takeru flushed in fear before finding the guts to walk up to you anyway. Mountain man was not impressed.

Takeru stared only at you nervously. Good choice.

“Hey uh........Y/N. can I uh.....a-ask you something....?”

Furious that anyone would try it with him right there, mountain man poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue.

You moved to get off of your boyfriends lap, about to answer with an exuberant ‘sure!’ but that was until your boyfriend’s strong arms held you on his lap and he answered Takeru for you.

“You may ask US something.” He corrected Takeru, venom evident throughout his tone.

Your jaw dropped, turning back to who you thought was the sweetest boy you’ve ever met incredulously.

“Babe! That is so not nice!” You scolded.

Aone looked down at you, immediately cowering under your gaze because you looked disappointed in him. He never wanted you to be disappointed in him! Mountain man released his tight grip on you and apologized sincerely under his breath.

Still a bit unhappy with him, you just got off his lap to walk away with Takeru.

Aone sighed.

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August 12th - Final Day of Training Camp

“Hello, Nakashima-senpai. Do you mind if I speak to you for a second before you get on your bus?” Aone bowed politely to the upperclassmen.

Taken aback by the giant middle blocker’s new kind behaviour toward him, Nakashima nodded, a bit frightened.

Aone pointed toward the empty bench that he was sitting on yesterday with Y/N when he’d been so rude to Takeru.

Takeru nodded and called over his shoulder for the team to keep packing up the bus, he would just be a few minutes. Takeru followed the mountain man.

“Uh.....you’re not going to beat me up, um, a-are you?” Takeru asked while using one hand to awkwardly massage the back of his neck.

Aone shook his head stoically, taking a seat on the bench then inviting Takeru to join him. He did.

“Y/N does not know I am doing this, so I want you to know this is completely genuine.” Aone turned to face the 5’8 captain. “I’m very sorry for the way I have acted toward you this entire training camp, Nakashima-senpai.”

Takeru nodded slowly.....

Aone continued. “I was admittedly jealous of the fact that my girlfriend noticed you so easily and always wanted to talk to you....especially since I’d wanted her to notice me in such a way for years and she never did.” Aone sighed. “It made me feel insecure. But that is no excuse. Kenji-san says that you respected our relationship all along, and um, my behaviour yesterday was undeniably unacceptable and for that I am sorry!” Aone stuck out his hand as emotions caused his voice to raise at the end of his apology.

Takanobu chuckled, shaking the big guy’s hand. “Hey, no worries, I accept your apology, Takanobu-san. Don’t worry about it. For what it’s worth I don’t know how you do it—what with having such a gorgeous girlfriend and dealing with guys like me who develop pathetic, spineless, hopeless crushes on her.....”

Aone’s eyebrows furrowed at the outside hitter’s confession.

Takeru gasped when he realized what he said, red as a tomato. He rushed to explain.

“S-sorry! N-not that I would ever act on those f-feelings!” He tripped over his words, but Aone was calm. Again, he couldn’t blame another man for falling for someone as incredible as you—he did. Takeru relaxed when he realized the middle blocker wasn’t going to break him in two.

“Aone, I mean it when I say it’s a hopeless crush because that girl.....Y/N.....she’s really in love with you. You’re all the she talks about, to be honest. And trust me, she didn’t ‘notice’ me out of no where..........um.........well I’ve said too much already.”

Aone stopped listening after hearing someone else say that Y/N is in love with him... he couldn’t believe other people could tell, solidifying to him that this wasn’t a dream anymore, and that you were his for keeps. It made him so confident.

Takeru cleared his throat which brought Aone back down to the present and out of Y/N-dreamland. Takeru was being called to the bus by his coach.

“Looks like I have to go, but......I just want to s-say that..........Y/N is a really good girl, Aone. You are the luckiest guy I know to have a girlfriend like her, and I’m not just talking about her looks. She really loves you, like a lot, and I hope you two last, because she deserves to be as happy as you make her forever. I don’t blame you at all for acting the way you did. I think I’d do worse. Thank you for the apology, though.........YES COACH IM COMING.....gotta jet. I wont be playing this year but I’ll see you from the audience. Good luck!” With some walking backwards and talking, Takeru waved to Aone and then jogged to his bus.

Feeling relieved, Aone packed up and went home.

***

Later that night after his night time routine, mountain man texted you before bed. You hadn’t spoken to him all day for the rude behaviour he exhibited yesterday (or for some other reason wink wink) and it made your boyfriend just give you your space anxiously. But he couldn’t go to sleep before letting you know how sorry he was:

Aone: I miss you. I’m extremely sorry about yesterday. That wasn’t like me. I hope you have a perfect sleep

You: 💖💖💖 Takeru said you apologized???????

I forgive you baby 💘🏔

I hope you have a perfect sleep & a perfect wake 2 🤫😉

Not really understanding what your last part of the text meant but too tired from training camp to figure it out, Aone closed his eyes and drifted off into romantic and sexy dreams starring his unbelievably gorgeous girlfriend.

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[caxsthetic]

Balter

Tendou Satori x F!Reader

(v.) to dance artlessly, without particular grace or skill but usually with enjoyment.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *. 500 MASTERLIST .* :☆ﾟ. ───

The room was dark, the only light that shone through the entire room was the dim light from the laptop screen. You type away at a speed of lightning, but you tried to keep the sound to be as minimal as ever.

There laying in the bed with his mouth hanging open, was your husband. The two of you were workaholics, but you were way too mad since you never take a break.

Meanwhile, he was good with his time management. And sometimes, you were envious about it with how well he could manage his daily life.

You were not always like this though, you were not someone who would type away in the middle of the night, trying to finish all of the report even before the due date.

But it was all changed when your boss promoted you to be the director of administrations. Something stirred in your mind since that day. You felt like you needed to do everything right, all of your work needed to be done perfectly.

It was always like this now, going round and round in circles. Every week, you would always go to the office early and go home late, a habit that started to develop around three months ago.

Your husband notice this, notice how you always conceal the bag under your eyes. So he pulled you to the bed early today, forcing you to cuddle and sleep with him.

But when he already drifted off to sleep, you just can’t do the same.

So you untangled yourself slowly, looking at your red headed husband who still stuck in the dreamland. You were feeling bad from it, but you know you couldn’t possibly sleep if you still had work to do.

And here you were right now, typing away all of the work. You simultaneously glanced towards the bed, making sure that your husband was still asleep.

Tendou never liked how you always did everything non stop. You rarely eat lunch if he didn’t call you at the office, he rarely saw your figure even at home, he rarely got any affection from you,

And he started to get tired of it.

It was cold tonight since snow already started to fall down from the sky. Even when the heater was on and he used a pile of blankets, he just felt like something was not right.

The cold may be the one who woke him up from his slumber. But the fact that he didn’t feel the warmth from your body anymore, was the reason why he decided to stay awake.

He sat on the bed, rubbing his eyes groggily before yawning. His hair was down, cascading perfectly as it fell to his face. You were not there beside him, and he started to get upset by this constant event.

His eyes bore to your figure, letting out a long sigh when he realised what you are doing. The moonlight that was peeking through the curtains notified him that it was still late.

Your typing was fast, and the screen illuminate your face as your orbs solely focus on the screen in front of you,

“Working again?” You jolted when you heard your husband’s voice. Your fingers stopped typing immediately, “At this time? Really?”

Tendou Satori wasn’t someone who could be angry so easily, but right now he was too frustrated to even notice the malice voice that came out from his lips.

He was always gentle towards you, caring for you and just pout when you didn’t hear his warning. So when you heard how different his voice was, you couldn’t help but shudder.

You let out a long sigh, straightening your leg that was folded on the chair before. His gaze piercing right through you, waiting for any kind of excuse that you blurt out usually.

“Y-Yeah,” He raised one of his eyebrows and decided to approach you, “I am sorry, Satori. I-” You stopped when you could feel his hand crept on your shoulders.

The ministration made you moan a little. You could feel how your body relaxed as he started to massage you. No matter how stubborn you could be, he couldn’t get angry at you, at least not for more than a minute.

After all, you were the only woman who could see through all of his imperfection.

“Let’s sleep after this, okay?” He kissed your head, making a smile bloom on your face from his affection, “You can continue this tomorrow morning, you know that, right?”

He expected you to smile and let him lead you back to sleep. So when he saw you slumped your shoulder away from his grasp, he knew that his words were all in vain.

“Just… Just a little more minute, okay?” You stood up and gave him a peck on the cheek, “Go back to sleep, Satori. I will catch you up after this.”

The red haired man could only sigh at how hard you were to crack. He grumbled like a child when you sat again on your chair, focusing all of your thought on your work.

He stood there for a while, waiting for you to turn your head and just shut down the laptop. But after minutes, you are still muttering about work. That’s when he knew he should just go to bed.

Frustrated, he grumbled once again and left the bedroom, going downstairs to the kitchen to grab some water. It was dark as he walked on the first floor. The only light that illuminated the whole floor was the one from the kitchen.

And in the middle of the night like this, his pinky toe was longing to kiss the table leg. He almost yelped, but he decided to bite his lips immediately so he didn’t have to make you worried.

“For shonen jump shake, who the hell decided it was good to put the table near the staircase!” He mumbled while he tried to soothe his pinky toes by massaging it a little, “Oh, it was me who decided that.”

His dark red eyes fall to an item that was put on the table. He widened his eyes, orbs twinkling with excitement as an idea popped into his mind.

This idea? He was sure you will love it. At least that’s what he hoped for.

You were currently finishing one of the reports for the office, ready to continue another piece of work. The truth, your eyes were getting tired already, but your mind just wouldn’t rest before finishing the last report.

That’s when you realised that something was off. No, it’s not a bad kind of feeling that you felt right now. But something caught your hearing that made you stop your works completely.

♪ I been working so hard~ I'm punching my card~ ♫

You choke on air, jaw dropped as a wide grin started to appear on your face, surprised to hear the song in the middle of the night like this.

♪ Eight hours for what~ Oh, tell me what I got~ ♫

Your eyes darted to the laptop screen once again, trying to focus on your work. You started to type, but it was much slower than before.

♪ Tonight I gotta cut loose, footloose~ Kick off the Sunday shoes~ ♫

That’s it, you were done for real. You immediately save your work progress and shut down your laptop. Your feet stride as you were so eager to just see the culprit behind the music.

You were just touching down towards the first floor when your eyes promptly fell to your husband. With a blue shirt and black boxer, he was there, moving his body to synchronize the beat.

It was awful, an awful dance that everyone would laugh at. You leaned your body to the wall, eyes still focus on the man that caught your heart.

A wide grin plastered on his face, eyes closing and just… listened.

It was a beautiful sight to behold, to see someone could let loose of their dignity and just move their body around like that.

When you first saw him, both of you were in a club. His friends were laughing at him for dancing uncharismatic on the dance floor. But you could see the appeal from how he moved his body.

“Took you long enough,” He extended his right hand towards you, inviting you to the gala of the year, “Let’s dance, my lady.”

“You are crazy,” You said that with playfulness flying around your voice, “It’s 1 am, Satori. We would wake-”

“Just join me,” His left hand was now put on his hips, waiting for you to take his right hand, “Join me to the party where you could ease all of your problems, when else you could dance with the miracle man, Tendou Satori?”

“Uhm, everyday?” He pouted when he heard your answer, making you chuckled to see how childish he was right now, “Alright, alright. Just one song.” You put your hand on his, a cheeky grin was now plastered on his face,

“That’s what they all said at first,” The first song was done, and now you wonder what kind of song that he would play this time of night. He grabbed both of your hands and wink, “Prepare for the night of your lifetime~!”

You laughed when the tune intrude your ear, and the sight of you looking so happily like this, brought a loving smile to the man in front of you,

“Rick Astley? Really?!” You started to bob your head to the left and right, “What playlist is this? I never thought you listened to all of these songs!”

“Well, I know my wife enjoys some old songs,” He kissed your hand and twirled you around, your giggle just blessed his soul, “So enjoy~ Today, your night will be filled with my OK BOOMER playlist, made by Tendou Satori~ Just for his beloved wife.”

You were cackling uncontrollably by now. Your husband, just literally blurt out that you were a boomer when it comes to song.

Both of you were now bathed in the rhythmic sounds of drums and bass, piano and guitar, chants and cries as you move your arms and legs in a frenzied way, losing yourself in the bewilderment of a dance.

Rule 1: Enjoy the Music

Everything feels like you were all in a mirage as you close your eyes, trying to sync your hips to the beat of music.

Rule 2: Relax

Dancing had nothing to do with dancing well, at least this is the rule that you know when you met this man all of those years ago.

Rule 3: You Know What to Do!

Everyone has their own way to enjoy the music. And for the two of you, dancing without style and just absorbing the passion between each other was the way to relax.

You feel free as you laugh at how your husband moved his body. He would bam his hips with yours occasionally, making you almost fall because he used too much force sometimes.

Right now, both of you didn’t even know how many songs had passed. You have been dancing on the couch on Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go, standing on the coffee table as Super Trouper playing in the background, that, and so much more.

“Ooooh! You're gonna take me home tonight,” You stopped when you heard your husband singing the new song. Your mouth hanging open as you realised immediately what song it was.

To say that this song was fun, it is fun that you couldn’t help but snapping your finger to match the beat. But this song would always bring the sexual tension up to the roof.

You locked eyes with him, a smile slowly turned into a smirk. He was on the corner of the living room before, but in second, he stood in front of you, putting his hands on your hips.

“This song is dangerous,” You shook your head, but the smile was never once dissipate, “Oh god, what if they-”

“Shush!” He pecked your lips, a little bit harder than usual, “Enjoy this while it lasts, baby.”

That’s when you decided to let your mind free. Right here, right now, with him on the dance floor. Nothing else seemed to matter anymore as you allowed him to take you anywhere.

The two of you become one with the song, with the crazy dance, and of course, with each other.

There was something in his eyes, something between lust and mischief. And so you put your arms on his shoulders, staring intensely as the song brought the atmosphere to the next level.

The two of you still danced like before, purely idiotic and move with delight. There’s no shame, both of you just embrace the dazzling strangeness and derangement.

But yet, the movement was so different from before. There’s a lot of skinship already right now. You would dance in front of him as he pampered you from behind with kisses, starting from your lips, until down to your neck and bite it playfully.

You turned around, facing him again, a hint of mischief overpowering your worries from before. As your husband for more than five years already, he knew what’s the meaning behind your gaze.

He pushed your body to the couch, dark red orbs even get darkened by lust. His hands started to slip inside your clothes, feeling your smooth skin who was now covered with beads of sweat.

You were panting, due to the ecstatic action from before, and now added with heat as your husband started to create a magical feeling for every second passed.

One of your hands crept at his nape while the others teasingly trailed down to his boxer, trying to give him the hint. He kissed your neck patiently, making you moan out while the song was still blaring in the background, coating the action with a little more push.

“Why are you still up late?” You pushed your husband to the side, making him fall to the ground in a second, “Are you guys having a party without me?! Not fair!”

With the music blasting throughout the first floor, both of you couldn’t hear the little steps from your son. The little boy was now standing behind the coach, peeking at the two of you who were just… dancing.

“W-We were-”

“Wrestling!” Your husband who was now crying inside because he knew he wouldn’t get any action tonight, only smiled at the copycat of him who stared at his parents, “And why are you up, Shinichi?”

“I am thirsty! And I heard some brouhaha downstairs, so yeah! Here I am!” The red haired boy decided to jump out from the back of the couch to your lap, “But now I just want to sleep! Would you tell me some bedtime story, mom? These past few days have been dad non-stop and he was bad~!”

“Hey! That hurts!” You cackled, kissing your four years old son and lifting him to your embrace. The music was still blaring, but now it was changed to a ballad song, “I will clean up our mess, you go ahead, baby.”

You peck his lips, earning a little Eww by your son. Tendou just stood there as he looked at the two most important people in his life. You carefully go upstairs with little Tendou on your arms, leaving your husband to clean up the living room that looked like there's been a fight there before.

He turned off the speaker, tidy up the pillows that were splattered around the room. With you in his mind, he just wants to drift off into the dreamland with you by his side.

The magic from the dance before started to dissipate as he yawned while going upstairs, done with the living room like nothing happened there tonight.

He walked lazily to your shared bedroom, but stopped when he passed his son’s bedroom which the door was wide opened. He peeked inside, expecting to hear your soft voice as usual.

But the sight in front of him made him feel like he was the luckiest man in the world. There on the bed, you fall asleep with your son’s head falling to your shoulders.

He decided to tiptoed inside the room, trying not to wake any of you. His face was comical as he slid himself to the small bed, circled his arm to bring you and Shinichi closer so no one would fall to the floor in the middle of the night.

Even in such a little space, he felt comfortable. He was ecstatic to know that his plan worked perfectly. And right now, nuzzling on the cramped bed with his family, was the perfect outcome that he could ever ask.

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[neshabeingchildish]

The Swellview Shut In

This is for Pearl @pearlselegancies, though I don’t know if she’ll feel up to reading at the moment. I do want to preface it by saying that it involves the quarantine, but not in a sad and negative way (mostly). Really, I wanted to do more of a focus on the good things in life/friendship/found family and bonding type of premise. Hopefully, she enjoys this and anyone else who reads, too.

Charlotte Page: Student Mentor - The Swellview Shut In

A sickness was sweeping over the globe. Charlotte figured that it wouldn’t get to Swellview. Nothing ever really reached Swellview, but apparently, this was everywhere, because whenever Jasper showed up to her house in the morning, he had on gloves, a mask and was carrying a cleaning caddy in his hand. “What is up with this?” She wondered.

“The sickness has made it to Swellview, they’re closing school for at least two weeks!” He said. Then, he pulled out a can of disinfectant and began spraying her door and her things.

“There’s no school today?” She asked. 

“Oh, no… There IS, but it’s only so that we can go in and grab our things, then they are promptly shutting the doors until further notice. Come on, I have stuff in my locker and I know that you do too.”

“If there’s really something going around, isn’t it stupid for them to even have the school open?”

“They were going to straight up close, but a lot of parents and stuff made a big deal about stuff like devices that teachers took up and locker possessions, so they had to open for that, but they’re like, setting up handwashing stations in the front and stuff. Do you not watch the news?” 

The school didn’t have handwashing stations set up at the front of the building, but there were handwritten signs reminding everyone to wash their hands before and after touching things. Charlotte went to her locker and emptied it into her bag, still not fully believing that it was necessary, but taking her stuff, just in case. She texted Henry to see if he was going to do the same. He had no idea what she was even talking about. She texted Piper and moments later, the freshman met her at her locker. 

“They’re kicking us out of school for at least two weeks! What do they expect me to do for breakfast and lunch? Eat the food at home? That’s way more expensive! Henry is gonna flip. Can I stay at your house?” Piper made prayer hands. Charlotte thought about it for a moment. Her parents were out of town and she did have an extra bed, but also… Her parents would flip out if she invited someone over in the middle of a possible pandemic… “Tell them it’s for charity!” Piper squealed, knowing by now how Charlotte’s mind worked. 

At that moment, Jasper walked up to the two of them and handed his cleaning caddy to Piper, “You need to sanitize and gear up,” he said. “Gloves, mask. Charlotte REFUSED, like a fool.” Piper sighed and furrowed her eyebrows, then dropped the caddy on the floor, letting it spill products, to Jasper’s dismay. He rushed to collect them and also told Charlotte, “Char, I’ve gotta quarantine at your place.”

“What? No,” she said. “I’m not gonna have you and Piper at my house while my parents are gone and school is out!” Charlotte said.

Piper squealed, “You’re letting me stay!” and she bounced up and down.

Jasper stood up, with his products collected and asked, “You’re shutting me out? Ugh. Charlotte. You know that I can’t stay at my house for something like this. I spent hours cleaning up last night and barely made a dent. My mom’s not working again. This morning, the threw her empty ice cream pint right onto the recliner next to the couch she’s been sleeping on. I JUST cleared all of the trash off yesterday! I don’t want the illness in my space, Charlotte. LOOK AT ME!” She looked at him. He really appeared to be freaking out about the possibility of germs. 

She sighed, “I’ll ask my parents, Jasper.” She wrapped an arm around Piper and said, “Come on. Let’s go get you some clothes from home.”

“TOO MUCH TOUCHING!” Jasper said and began to spray both of them with disinfectant, until Piper punched him in the ribs. “OUCH!”

“Jasper… tone down,” Charlotte said.

“She literally just punched me!”

“After you assaulted us with disinfectant!”

“For your own good!” Jasper said.

.

Piper let them into her house and was surprised to see Henry there. “For some reason, I assumed that when they closed school, you’d rush into work,” she said. He gave her a little smile, but didn’t respond.  Charlotte raised an eyebrow and went over to him while Piper rushed upstairs to get packed. 

“So, I’m gonna take her and Jasper in for a few at my place. My parents are actually stuck overseas and the town is officially going under curfew. So, I’ll make sure she’s taken care of for a little bit. Slight bit of stress off of you, right?” He frowned and nodded. “Why do I feel like it isn’t?”

He sighed and glanced towards the stairs, before saying quietly, “I’m temporarily out of work.” Charlotte gasped. Henry was the one who kept them above water and she could tell from his face that being out of work was going to most likely really hurt them. He noticed her face and forced a smile. “Don’t worry, Babe. I’ll figure something out.” He gave her a little kiss on the forehead and she smiled, in spite of being completely worried about him and Piper. But, there was something about him calling her “Babe” that kind of… made stuff at least go under the radar for a moment. 

Their relationship was a little assumed, and not officially spoken of, but Henry was usually affectionate with her and called her “Babe,” so in her mind, they were pretty much married. In fact, she had been working out the logistics in her mind, hypothetically, for what if he came along with her whenever she left for college? Sure, it would be a struggle, but he was used to some level of that and the job market where she was going was actually better than Swellview. And, yes… They would have to bring Piper, because he certainly wouldn’t leave her to fend for herself, but she could have a fresh new start at a new school and maybe even thrive if she had a happy Henry there with her and also the mentorship of Charlotte, reaching beyond the school’s program… “Babe? You okay?” Henry wondered, cutting into her overthinking tangent.

“Yeah. You… wanna come over? Since, you’re not gonna be at work? We can maybe play video games and stuff. No school for the next few weeks. You rarely get a relaxing night.”

“Yeah, I actually want to try to see what one of those ‘good night’s sleep’ things feel like,” he said. 

Piper came downstairs with her bags and said, “Henry, bring these to Jasper’s junk heap for me. I gotta see what cleaners we have. That’s what I’m using for “gas money” while we’re out of school.” 

She dropped them on the floor by the door and Henry laughed and finally let his hand drop from Charlotte’s hip. “Guess WILL be working,” he said. 

He went to go get her stuff and she went opening cabinets, “Do we SERIOUSLY not have basic household cleaners in this place? Are we THOSE people?”

“The oldest adult in your home just turned 18 a few months ago,” Charlotte reminded her. “Don’t worry about it, though. There’s plenty of cleaner at my place and Jasper took everything from his, because his folks were never going to use it anyway.”

“Dude… Are we about to do the apocalypse like the last kids on Earth?” Piper asked, excitedly.

“We’re spending some days, maybe a couple of weeks at my house. Did you bring hobby stuff? Because you’re not gonna be able to go out and hang with your girls when you’re bored. You need like books and stuff.”

“Books? Like… in case we run out of toilet paper? I think we’ve got some, somewhere…” Piper left and Charlotte didn’t even stop her. 

Henry came back inside and Charlotte wondered, “So… Are you coming over? We might be stuck there and that might mean not seeing your sister for a few…”

He made a confused face. “You worried about me not seeing Piper, or me not seeing you?”

“I mean… Are you worried about it?” She asked, nonchalantly shrugging her shoulders.

“It’d totally suck. Let me go get some stuff packed and I’ll meet you all there.” 

“Cool,” she said. She was really cheering inside. In fact, mentally, there was an entire Glee Cheerios performance, complete with stunts as she awkwardly left the house. 

Piper came back into view and said, “Well, most of these pages are pretty rough, so I vote making Jasper use these as toilet paper whenever stock gets low…” Henry stared at her in confusion. She waved a hand and stuffed a book into a duffel bag. “That was for Charlotte’s ears. Forget I said it.” She left, too and Henry sighed. This was going to be… Interesting.

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Jasper and Piper worked on getting everything cleaned up while Henry unpacked and brought everything to the rooms that Charlotte assigned. Jasper was fine to take the couch, but most of his stuff would have to be kept in Charlotte’s room, simply because she wasn’t going to have her parents come back to see Jasper had moved into their living room! She and Piper were in her bedroom, all of Piper’s stuff fit beneath the spare bed, so Jasper’s was in the closet. And Henry was given her parents’ room, because he was the least likely to impose on their stuff. In fact, he was so uncomfortable that he didn’t want to unpack any of his things in there, but their bathroom was amazing. He was ready to at least spend some time in that shower. 

In fact, he got into the shower after he unloaded everything from Jasper’s car. Charlotte was making a list of things that they might need - which, she felt like they were pretty stocked up for the house - but normally, 3 people lived there, and now four were and there was a different basis of need, too. Her mother told her to use the emergency credit card to stock up and to message them everyday updates on how things were, and also photos of the house. She and Jasper went to gather everything, people were really wilding at the store, like… she was shocked at their behavior. Jasper had to guard her several times, and when they finally made it out, hours had passed. 

Henry and Piper were in her room whenever they got back to the house. They both felt uncomfortable being anywhere else in the house without permission, so they were just catching up in there. But, Henry rushed to help them bring everything in once they got there. 

They all unloaded the truck and Jasper and Charlotte told them about the way that people were behaving and how much more serious it seemed after having been around them like that. Henry was bothered by the fact that people were getting rough with Charlotte and he hadn’t been there to protect her. Protecting was kind of his thing, and Charlotte was kind of his girl. 

Piper told the others, “So, I’ve planned out a movie night thing for every night this week, since we’re gonna be in here at least that long. I’m thinking that it’ll be cool to watch some apocalypse kinda stuff. Maybe some zombie stories. End of the world, dystopian mood.”

“In this climate?” Charlotte wondered.

“Especially in this climate,” Piper said. 

“I think we should have assigned chores and designated dinner making nights,” Jasper said.

“Good idea, but I don’t cook. I suck at it. It would be a waste of food.”

Charlotte said, “My mom told me to make meals, do meal prep and also freeze some meals, so I’m going to get started on that today, since it’s more people than I usually have had to do stuff like this for.”

“You’ve had to do stuff like that before?” Henry asked.

Piper chuckled, “Her parents are almost literally never home,” she said. 

“They work a lot and since I’m older now, they take on a lot more overseas ventures than when I was younger,” Charlotte explained, defensively. 

Henry furrowed his eyebrows, wondering how he didn’t know that piece of information, but then again, he and Charlotte didn’t tend to discuss family stuff. Or at least… not hers. In fact, it occurred to him that he didn’t even know what her family LOOKED like. He didn’t want to ask, but he made a mental note to look for a photo later or something. In fact, he checked her social media. Surely, she had something there. But, her social media was pretty lacking in the parental area. He did see some people with her last name, though they were all white, so he clicked on a few, just out of curiosity. He found Fiona Page, who actually had a lot of young photos of her and Charlotte and one of the posts was her wishing her daughter a great time at Future Visionaries Camp. Now, he felt the need to investigate…

Charlotte and Jasper went to the kitchen. They had a routine for things like this, and they got started on their cooking party while Piper learned the remote control to the Pages’ system and Henry sat on his phone, looking at Charlotte’s mom’s page. Charlotte was fine to leave them to that while she and Jasper made a meal. It was the first time that she had Henry over in all the time that she’d known him. Mostly… Charlotte didn’t let people into her home. Piper was the first person in a while, and even she had only been over a couple of times, and only in the past few months. Jasper was the only friend that came over kind of regularly, and that was because (she believed) that her parents saw him as a charity case, and boy were they big on those. 

.

One week of denial passed. Then, a week of realization. By the third week, they had touched base with all of the adults - her parents were going to remain overseas for now, but didn’t mind if she kept her friends there. Jasper’s parents were BOTH so sick that they could barely leave the house. Charlotte told him to just stay put and fight that urge to go help take care of them. They could always call 911 if they simply couldn’t stand it. He was no doctor and this was a pandemic. Henry’s mom had “been trying to figure out where on Earth her children were” this whole time (she was at the Hart house, had found Jake in an alley and brought him home and the two of them were going to spend the citywide quarantine there). Piper wanted to go home, but whenever Charlotte told her that she would have to stay there if she did, she opted for just staying, also; but she was very visibly upset about it. Henry spent time trying to cheer her up. His boss called to tell him that he wasn’t sure if he would even be able to reopen the store after all of this. Nobody was in a good way, except for Charlotte and her family, so she tried not to harp on the things that she was feeling too much, because she felt like it was petty in comparison to the others.

Charlotte left all of her friends in the living room after dinner to go into her room and relax for a moment. She usually had some time just before dinner to meditate and unwind from the school day, but the past few weeks, she hadn’t done so, considering the change in the house. She needed at least a couple of minutes. 

After having been there for only a moment, Henry knocked on the door and peeked in, “Hey. You okay?” He asked. She forced a smile and nodded her head. She was lighting a candle and had a record player playing in the background. “I feel like I just interrupted something. I’ll go,” he said. She didn’t stop him. He sat down outside of the door and got back onto his phone. In case somebody else came around, he’d let them know that she didn’t seem to want to be bothered at the moment. 

Charlotte went into her bathroom and drew herself a bath. She could shower tomorrow. It wasn’t like she did a whole lot today, anyway… Well… maybe she should shower afterwards, just to be safe, if there were so many germs going around that now they were getting emails about prom being cancelled and POSSIBLY graduation. That was a hit to her gut. She knew that she probably wasn’t going to win prom queen. That Bianca most likely had that in the bag, and while Charlotte got a lot more popular her senior year than previously, Bianca had been on the road to prom royalty since junior high. But graduation? That was basically robbery. That was something that she PERSONALLY looked forward to for 13 years of her life! The first day of school, she asked her teacher, “When does school end?” and they said 3:00. “Forever?” she’d asked. Well, she certainly loved learning, but going to classrooms full of other people to do it was never her favorite thing and now that she was the best of the best in her area at it… she hated the thought of not finally being front and center, standing up to say, “Nobody can force us to go to school anymore!” Though… she wouldn’t really say that and she was gonna continue to go to school, but… Graduation was just really important and the thought of not getting one was a huge loss to her! 

She cried, listening to scratchy vinyl crooning, soaking away as much of her physical stress as possible, and posted a tiny rant about losing the opportunity to have prom and a graduation ceremony, and then just let it all out before taking a shower, doing her hair and resurfacing for her friends to let them know that she was going to go to bed and also to remind them to try to get some rest themselves.

She made it to the living room, where they all appeared to be having like crafts time or something - weird, but maybe not since they were quarantined. She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, then said, “Um… I’m gonna go to bed. Probably like lay down and read or something. You all should try to get some sleep too.”

Henry had a pile of flowers he was toying around with until she began speaking, then he looked up and wondered, “Can I tuck you in?”

“I guess?” She said, laughing a little bit. He set down his craft materials and went with her. “You all look awfully busy with… crafts?”

“Yeah. We’re workin’ on something big,” he said, smiling. She wanted to ask him what, but she was actually exhausted from worrying and crying, so she kissed him goodnight and went to bed, opting for a book instead of reading on her phone, because she really didn’t want to see another mention of the quarantine, the virus, or the panic surrounding these things. 

.

She was always the first one up, out of all of them. The few times she’d crashed at Henry’s, she learned that. Today was an exception, though. Whenever she got up, she noted first that Piper wasn’t in the spare bed, but figured that she probably slept on the couch, because that was where the TV was and she loved TV almost as much as she loved social media. Charlotte turned on some music, went to brush her teeth and did morning stretches. She went to the living room, excited to start the day out with her friends, but paused whenever she got there and Piper was hissing at Jasper that he was hanging it wrong. She stood for a moment, taking in the room. There were these individual sheets of paper, with string connecting them to make a banner and each page was a letter, for a banner that read “HOUSE PROM.” 

“I have to be careful with it, or it’s going to tear!” Jasper fussed back at the freshman. 

Henry came into the house with a bucket full of flowers and paused whenever he saw Charlotte. 

“Morning…” He said. “I can explain.”

“You guys saw that I was bummed that Prom is cancelled, so you figured you’d turn my living room into a makeshift prom?”

“This guy gets it,” Jasper said from the step ladder.

“I know it’s not gonna be like a real prom, but… Me and Jasper are gonna wear suits. Piper’s gonna DJ. I made you a SICK flower crown… It’s gonna be okay,” Henry said, smiling and wincing at the same time, hoping that he sounded convincing. 

She sniffled and went to hug him. “These are for additional decoration… I was gonna make some arrangements and stuff. Nobody’s buying the flowers from the supermarkets, so I was actually able to get a lot of them pretty damn cheaply.” She gave him a kiss on the lips and he smiled wider. “And, I get to see you in your prom dress! You designed it, right?”

“Yeah…” 

“That’s awesome. I don’t think I’ve ever seen any of your design work.” He moved out of her reach to get back to decorations. She went to start on breakfast for everybody. He didn’t want to mention it right now, but he also was working on throwing her a mock graduation. Because, even though she had been trying to convince herself that everything would blow over and they would be able to finish the year out properly, the news said something totally different.

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The House Prom was fun. Jasper made punch. Piper had great music and went live a few times so that kids at school could know that Henry and her did this FIRST, even if some of the rich kids might wind up doing it fancier. And Henry was stunned by Charlotte’s prom dress. He wasn’t sure what color it was, but went with whites and golds for her flower crown, which didn’t clash bad with the opaque pinkish dress that she had. The style of the crown wasn’t exactly a match for the style of the dress, but she insisted that it was perfect, that everything was perfect, and honestly, that was what really mattered to him. 

Henry knew that he wasn’t as smart as her, or have as much money, or as much education and stuff.. But, making her happy… that still mattered to him, because he believed that he could, so he made sure that he did. The thought of them going their separate ways in a few months was always scary for him as he fell for her, but also… it made him aware that he had only a short period of time to impact her life forever. House Prom was one of those forever impacts. 

They had an after party in Charlotte’s bedroom, which was just them laughing, eating and taking selfies to post to their House Prom tag, which was POPPING! Everyone at school wanted to be at Charlotte’s house, especially upon realizing that there were no adults there for the whole quarantine. She was extremely happy to have been so unpopular before. Now, nobody could just pop up at her house. Eventually, Piper fell to sleep and Jasper began dozing off in Charlotte’s bed. She scoffed, “How’s he gonna just fall asleep in MY bed?” 

Henry said, “I can sleep on the couch, if you wanna crash in your parents’ room.”

“No, no. I’ll take care of it, she said.” She had to shower and stuff, so she went to do that and Henry retired to her parents’ room. After she was all washed up and ready for bed, she went to look at Jasper, halfway hanging off of her bed, his suit all disheveled and his hair tousled. He looked like a little boy and more importantly, peaceful. She sighed grabbed a blanket and left the bedroom. Henry was already in bed when she peeked in, but he sat up, so she either woke him or he hadn’t fallen asleep yet. “Hey… I wanna crash in here, if that’s cool with you?”

“Yeah. I’ll take the couch, sure.”

“No.. I wanted to crash in here… with you.”

He smiled brightly, “Even better!” She came and climbed into bed and pulled the blanket with her. “How did you like being Prom Queen for a night?”

“It was awesome! You’re amazing. Thank you for doing that for me. I really didn’t want to make a big deal out of it. Your situation with your parents and Jasper’s… I’m actually so lucky and to complain in front of all of you felt cheap.”

He pulled her to himself and hugged her, “I want to know things about you, Char. You’re my girl. I don’t want you to feel like you have to wait until things are good for me to tell me what’s wrong with you. You’d be waiting forever.” She looked up at his face and he gave her a little half smile. “I never want you to have to wait on me,” he said.

She sat up now and placed both of her hands on his chest, tapping a little rhythm while she thought of how to say what she wanted to say.

“So… I was thinking… I know that you and Piper are a package deal, at least while she’s still so young, and that you hadn’t thought about things beyond graduation very much, but I was thinking and I’ve also kind of been looking into the details… IF you wanted to come with me, when I leave for Harvard, I’m gonna have a place out there. You won’t have to work to pay bills, but if you need something to hold you and Piper over, the job market is better there than it is here, and… I don’t know… Maybe you want to stay here and try to help your parents, or something, but if you did want to…”

“I do.” He smiled and then laughed, with tears in his eyes, “Of course I do! There’s nothing keeping me here and Piper… well, she’ll just have to understand that there’s not actually anything keeping her here either. I was so scared that whenever you left, you’d just forget about us. You’ve been… looking into the details?”

She shrugged her shoulders, “I can’t imagine my life without you in it anymore.” 

He smiled and gave her a kiss. “Come on, it’s bedtime.”

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Also Tagging, because now I feel like I should be because of how y’all been talking about it @sunbeameyes @kiddangers @bitchmilsky @chenoahchantel @adorkable-blackgirl @daintyurbanprincess @ciara-knightly I think that’s it. My comfort level has expired. Lol. 

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Title: Battle Scars, part 1;

Fandom: X-Men (crossover with The Avengers, both movie-verse);

Character: Peter Maximoff;

Note: Y/N: Your Name;

Warning: Cursing; Mentions of sex (no smut);

Request: Okay I have a long request, please bear with me (probably could be split into parts). I have been craving for a little crossover imagine between the Avengers and the X-men. Soooo I was thinking that the main OC or the "you" has a relationship with Peter and they are all happy and stuff (idk probably before Dark Phoenix, after Apocalypse) and their mutation is healing... they can easily heal wounds but it hurts them when they do and the Avengers want them to help in the fight with Thanos (1) They feel the pain of the wound and depending of how many wounds they heal it may actually hurt them. They are an old friend of Natasha and Clint. They end up having a fight with Peter because he doesn't want them to go (I like to think the x-men did their part during the war too, so maybe you could come up with something) but they end up going anyway, without solving things between them and Peter. And of course they disappear in Thanos Snap and Peter grieves and all fast foward (2) the remaining x-men are helping the Avengers fight Thanos in End Game when the Blip happens and boom they are back and reunite with Peter and he matured a lot and was never able to let go of his s/o and fluff happens... sorry for the long request omg, I just got really excited and I really hope you like it and can do it... thank you so so much Author’s Note: Okay, first H O L Y S H I T I’m so excited while I’m writing this. Literally I loved the request and I hope this meets your expectations! I had to change a few things in your request though, to fit better with what I decided to write. And just a few warnings to anyone who is going to venture themselves reading this:

It’s quite obvious but I need to clarify that I’m changing a lot of stuff from both Avengers and X-Men movies to fit this request. So this is only part one so it’ll manly focus on Peter and the reader BUT I decided to consider him and Pietro as two different characters since they are from different movie universes theorically and since, well, Pietro barely even existed in the Avenger’s universe unfortunaly.

Hope you all enjoy it!

People always say that before the storm, the sky is usually calm.

You never really understood this because everytime it happened the sky had that dark grey color, with lightning glistering into distance, swimming in the revolted clouds, making crystal clear that a storm was coming. Or when Ororo eyes shone with electricity and a smirk was plastered in her lips, commanding the students to go back inside the Mansion.

Reflecting now on everything that happened with you, reminiscing, you noticed how right that statement is.

You never saw it coming to you the way it did. To you, the sky was a beautiful blue, sunny and hot. Your life was as normal as a mutant’s life could be. You were standing near the entrance of your room just after a student had fineshed speaking to you.

When you noticed your thoughts drifted to Peter again. That day was your second anniversary and you were really excited because you knew he was up to something. If there was something he was awful in was to keep secrets and act with discretion.

“Hey, babe...” a gust of wind signaled to you that Peter was now standing right at your side and just by the tone of his voice you noticed that he was smiling broadly “How’s your day going?”

Before you could answer he pecked your lips lightly, making you laugh.

“Well, let me see...” you faked a hard time thinking about it before finally answering “Just finished with the classes for today, didn’t really have any problems with the students and was about to meet and have lunch with Jean and Professor Xavier. And the fact that no one got hurt with anything today is also a plus.”

Your mutation allowed you to cure anyone, but the downside of it was that you could feel the same pain the person was feeling. You didn’t get phsycaly hurt, but could feel your bones breaking or your skin beeing cut. It was really uncomfortable but to help your friends you didn’t mind enduring it. Besides you had gone through a lot of worse things before. Things you didn’t share with everyone. In fact probably only Peter, Raven and Professor Xavier knew.

“That’s great. You’re not having lunch with Professor and Jean. Let’s go.”

“Wait, what?” before you could register, Peter had already took you to the garden of the mansion “Oh, Peter... that’s so sweet... but I thought we agreed that we’d just go travel somewhere and maybe also have dinner... no presents...”

“Happy Anniversary...” he whispered, hugging you from behind and kissing your neck softly “And consider this as a compensation for last year’s disaster...”

Before you there was a picnic towel on the ground. On a little basket you saw a beautiful bouquet with sunflowers and roses, - your favorite flowers with a card attached to a small string. One half of the string hung on the outside of the basket with the card and the other half was somewhere inside, lost in the middle of the flowers. You also saw pairs of plates, wine glasses and clutery, while a pan smelling like pasta sat on the pan rest in the middle of the towel. A wine bottle was inside a bucket with ice and resting at it’s side you saw a package which you already knew what was inside, since as you remembered before, Peter couldn’t keep a secret that well. It was a book that you’ve been craving to buy for a while.

“Well... if you put it that way I guess I can roll with it...” you laughed, finding adorable that he still felt bad about the said disaster, which was the fact that he simply forgot. 

You were fine, really, but everyone kept telling him how awful he had been for forgetting that by the end of the day he had despertely tried finding something to get you with no success. It didn’t help that you had to go for a mission that took you the hole afternoon, so when you arrived Peter was locked in his room, feeling like a shitty boyfriend until you finally calmed him down and scolded the hell out of Scott and Warren’s asses in the next day.

You sat down, pulling the card enough so you could open and read it, not pulling the string completely out from the basket. You laughed when you saw that the beggining of the message was completely crossed out many times until Peter merely wrote I love you, Y/N, never ever ever ever forget that in the end.

It was so... Peter that you couldn’t be happier.

“Pull it out...” he said, sitting behind you with one leg as a support for his elbow while he observed your reactions.

You nestled yourself in his lap, using the same leg as a back support, kissing him sweetly on the lips before pulling the string and gasping at what you saw. A beautiful silver ring was attached to it. It was plain and simple but inside you saw small letters engraved.

“Quicksilver?” he shrugged while you giggled.

“I didn’t want to put my name on it for some reason. I don’t know...”

“So you decided to put your codename instead...”

“You helped me to choose it anyway...” he gave you that side smile that you loved, making your eyes almost gleam with your feelings for him.

He took the ring and your right hand, putting in your ring finger, pecking your hair and lacing your fingers together so that he could see the ring.

“I don’t even know what to say...” you whispered, closing your eyes while Peter kept kissing sweetly your neck in a suprising calm way.

“Nah, I know you loved it, don’t worry.”

“If I knew this would be the outcome of your experience from last year I’d have found a way of making Scott and Warren traumatize you before” he gasped at your words playfuly placing a hand on his chest.

“Well, lady, now I’m re-thinking if I should keep fighthing for this relationship since it looks like I’m the only one caring for it here” he winked “You are not doing any effort for this especial day of ours...”

“Quit being so dramactic!” you exclaimed a malicious smile making way for your lips “Besides... who said I can’t do anything for you today, huh?”

He mirrored your smile, claiming your lips hungrily afterwards. 

Peter kisses were always eager, driving you crazy almost instantly and he knew that. After two years of getting to know each other likings, he had many tactics and ways of making you want him so much it almost hurt you. And of course you also had.

Smiling against his lips you took control of the kiss, pressing your body further into his lap and wrapping your fingers into his silvery hair. Your tongue danced inside his mouth, lacing with his while Peter’s hand tightened in your waist, his fingers dugging into your skin. He groaned when you moved again on his lap, planting kisses and small bites into his neck.

His hands slipped to your ass, gropping and grinding your waist agains his again, loving the friction between your bodies. His lips went back to yours but you denied him control again, earning a bite in your lower lip. You went back to his neck, savouring his reactions.

“Wait a second...” he managed to say, grabbing your cheeks, smirking at you “I’m not complaining and you know that. I could just carry you back to my room and fuck the hell out of you but... as much as I want to do it now I also want you to enjoy this cute thing that I did. Had I known you’d be so eager to have me instead I would have prepared a different setting...”

“I’d have loved to find you naked in my room, too.” you whispered.

“I was thinking more like, I don’t know, maybe some food for your lunch like I did today... but... somewhere else...”

“Ew, Peter. You totally killed the mood.” you complained pushing him away while he laughed hard.

“Well, excuse you, there’s people who enjoy this kind of stuff. But we may finish this later. Now, let’s eat, shall we?”

You two enjoyed the afternoon together and at night, as promised, finished what you started ar the garden. But different from what Peter had suggested you didn’t just fuck. He made love to you, surprisingly slow for him, kissing all of your body, whispering sweet words in your ear and swering that he’d always be there for you.

Lying on each other’s arms later you promised to always fight for one another, no matter what. Living as X-Men you knew the risks so you promised that if anything were to happen, one would never forget the other. You saw him fall asleep and caressed his face, smiling when you saw the ring in your finger again.

A few weeks went by until you received a really unexpected guest.

You were healing a small scratch in one of the kids knee when you heard a voice you knew really well behind your back.

“Hey, Y/N. It’s been a while...”

Gasping you turned only to met Natasha Romanoff. 

You two worked together for a while when you worked as an agent and - of course - field medic for S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent Romanoff and Clint Barton always took care of you at the begging of your career, since you were way younger than them and also because of the friendship you created with them. Both seeing you as their little sibling. They were really supportive when you decided to quit and join the Mutant School of Xavier, but you lost contact with them a few years ago and being really busy with the X-Men you ended up not going after them again.

You hugged her tightly and she hugged back.

“I missed you, Pipsqueak...” you laughed at the nickname.

“Missed you too... and you’re blond!” you parted, staring at her face “But I have the feeling this is not just a visit...”

“Sharp as always...” she sighed, walking with you on the corridors of the mansion.

“Well... you are Natasha Romanoff. I can’t imagine you dropping by to have lunch on a sunday. Except of course if it is to visit Clint and Laura... how are them, by the way?”

“Doing great. Clint retired and they had another baby.” she wiggled her eyebrow when she told you that the baby’s name was Nathaniel.

“Who would have guessed. Hawkeye? Retired?”

You two laughed but soon the serious expression was back in Nat’s face.

“We need your help...”

“And by we you mean...?”

“The Avengers.” you gasped, windening your eyes at her.

“Well, I’m flattered. But I think maybe Professor, Jean or I don’t know, Raven could be of way more help then me...”

“Given the situation, you’re the only one that I know who can help us...”

You sighed, shuddering a bit remembering your days working on the battle field.

“Are you sure they are of no help? They are really powerful...”

“No, they will stay here and protect the Mansion and the kids if needed. Which I really hope they don’t. Actually I hope that you don’t need to fight either. We just wanted you to be on the mission with us, just in case. Your powers are really handy. We don’t want to risk anyone that we don’t see the need right away.”

You nodded, showing the way to your room. 

You two stayed there the whole afternoon, with Natasha telling you all about the Infinity Stones and how Thanos was after them. She told you the Avengers had a plan to take Vision (the wielder of the Mind Stone) to Wakanda to have the Stone removed without killing him in the proccess. It seemed pretty simple to do, but they would need someone to be there in case something went wrong with Vision and he got badly hurt.

“I understand. I presume you already spoke to Professor Xavier...”

“Yes... and he already put someone else to teach your classes.”

“Alright... let me just pack a change of clothes and my uniform. I’ll meet you in the hall... and I need to talk to my boyfriend real quick.”

Natasha arched an eyebrow.

“If I had time I would talk to your boyfriend actually. That’s something I didn’t know about your new life”

“He happened after we lost contact...” you stuck your tongue to her, making the ex-redhead laugh “But you will have time to catch up soon, I promise.”

Natasha left your room and as soon as you were done packing Peter showed at your door.

“Oh, good, I need to tell you something!” you said already placing the bag on your shoulder.

“Hey, hey, hold your horses, where are you going?” he closed the door, stopping right in front of it with his famous smirk in his mouth.

“That’s exactly what I’m about to tell you.”

You explained everything as quick as you could to him, seeing how his face changed from a smile to a deep frown.

“I don’t think that it’s a good idea for you to get involved with this, Y/N.” he said with a serious tone that almost had you making a joke about it “This thing... the Titan as they called him... it seems too dangerous. And Professor won’t allow any of the X-Men to be with you.”

“I know, babe. But I’ll be with The Avengers. It will be fine. Nat said I won’t even go into direct battle if I’m not needed. I just have to be there in case something goes wrong with Vision.”

“I have a bad feeling. You shouldn’t go...” he insisted, holding your wrist when you passed him heading towards the door.

“They need my help. Natasha has done a lot for me. It’s least I can do for her...” you explained, trying to make him let go of your wrist, but he just tightened his fingers.

“No. Don’t go.”

“I don’t think you have the right to tell me what I should or not do, Peter.” you said in a low voice, glaring at his hand holding you in place “Let me go. I’ve been on missions way more dangerous than this one.”

“What? Maybe the only mission this dangerous we had was with Apocalypse and you know it. This is something else. It is way more dangerous then any other X-Men mission.”

“Are you saying I’m not capable of taking care of myself? You better answer this carefully”

He sighed exasperatedly, letting go of your wrist.

“Of course I’m not saying that!” Peter groaned pushing the door closed with his hand when you tried to open it “I’m just trying to take care of you. Please I don’t want you to go!”

“Let go of this door this instant.” you had your back to him, your hand still on the doorknob “Natasha is waiting for me and I’m going, with or without your approval”

He groaned in frustation walking away from you.

“You are so fucking stubborn!”

“Honestly, Peter, sometimes you act just like a freaking child!” you snapped, turning to him “It’s my choice, not yours! Besides I could even have left without warning you and claimed it a mission just after I’m back like you did many times before!”

"IT’S DIFFERENT!”

“NO, IT’S NOT!”

You took a deep breath, looking at your hand and having an idea when your eyes met the silver shine in your right hand.

“Okay. Peace offering.” you said but he turned his back to you, sitting in your window “I’m leaving this here. And I want you to take care of it for me. I don’t want to lose or damage it, so when I’m back, I promise I’ll make up to you for this fight. But I really have to go...”

He stayed silent, not giving you another glance.

It hurt a lot, but you had no time to waste. You left the ring he gave you on the desk near the door. You’ve had it for just a short period but it felt like a part of you was missing already.

The fact that Peter didn’t turn to look at you made things even worse but you swallowed your pride, whispering for him “I’m so sorry, Peter. That it had to be this way. I love you...”

And then you left.

Had you stayed for just a minute more, Peter would have turned to you and begged you to stay again. He had an horrible feeling about this mission and felt like his heart was being shattered knowing that you would risk yourself and he wouldn’t be there to protect you. He gulped, getting up and taking the ring on his hand, looking at it.

“I didn’t even said it back...” he muttered already regretting his childish behaviour. You were right, so he vowed to himself that when you came back he would apologize and start trying to act more like the grown man he was.

It would have been perfect... 

If only you had come back...

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[scarletwillowtree]

Game Night

Pairing: Bruce Banner x Reader

Warning: fluff, Nat being Nat

Word Count: 1,825

Summary: Working at Stark Industries had always been a dream of yours. But once you’re there, will you end up with a new addition to your dream?

A/N: The first of my requests is done! I recently moved and only just unpacked my laptop, so they should be uploaded periodically over the next two weeks. I really loved writing this piece for @pretendingandpreposterous, and it’s my first Bruce fic so I hope I did him justice!

43. “I haven’t seen him this happy in a long time.”

55.“Sorry… your hair was in your face… thought I should move it so I could see you better.” 

Carpe diem had always been your personal motto. You knew that the only way to get what you wanted from life, you had to take that figurative, and sometimes literal, leap of faith. When you had just graduated from MIT with a degree in biomechanical engineering, you applied to Stark Industries as mostly a joke, but there was still that little voice in the back of your mind saying “what if?” 

So naturally, when you received an e-mail response from Pepper Potts herself stating you had the job, it took a few moments to get over the shock before spending the rest of the week feeling like you were in some kind of dream. You packed your most essential items, made plans to have the rest of your stuff shipped to New York once you’d found an apartment, and by the end of the month you were starting the next chapter of your life somewhere you never imagined you’d actually be. 

When filling out your application, you hadn’t paid much attention to the actual position, you just knew its requirements revolved around your new degree, so another shock came when on your first day Pepper’s assistant was showing you to your work station and she showed you into a massive lab lined with various Iron Man suits. 

“Mr. Stark usually spends the majority of his time here in this lab, along with his colleague Dr. Banner. They should be on their way back from lunch now, just wait here for them. Good luck!” 

The overly chipper woman left you alone in the quiet lab where you had to fight your instincts to start looking closely at everything like a child in a candy store. Eventually, your curiosity won and you began wandering around the wide-open room, taking in the various gadgets laying on the tables. At one certain item, you stopped and picked it up, the smooth metal feeling much heavier in your hand than it looked. Looking closely, you were guessing that it was one of the older models of Stark’s arc reactor, though the power had been depleted from the small device. 

Looking closely and after opening up the center compartment, you found a blackened rectangle inside, which looked strangely like half-melted palladium. It resembled the block you had used for a project involving lasers during your undergrad years. 

“This would’ve caused some serious blood poisoning, what the hell were you thinking Stark?” 

You had been so focused on the small device, you hadn’t heard the doors to the lab open nor had you noticed the two men who now stood behind you. 

“Well, at the time palladium was the only viable power source. I had to go and create my own element to bypass those nasty side effects, no big deal. You must be (Y/N), right?” 

You felt your spine straighten and your muscles tense before slowly turning to the two men, where one was smiling like a bird who just caught a bird while the other just looked exasperated by the antics of his friend. The one with a smirk on his face stepped forward, hand extended and introduced himself as Tony Stark, and introduced you to his friend Dr. Bruce Banner as well. While shaking Bruce’s hand, you found yourself wanting to linger, his dark eyes drawing you in. 

What a great way to start this new part of life. 

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Over the first few months working at Stark Industries, you had grown closer to both Tony and Bruce. At first, you were working closely with Tony on the programming and construction of his newest nanotechnology suit. You had been recruited to work out the kinks in the system that connected the suit to Tony’s nerves so that the fighting and mobility of the suit were seamless with what he intended. Originally that was all you’d been hired to do, but after seeing you in action you were hired permanently. Tony cited that he only did this because now that Bucky was in the tower they’d need you for maintenance and repairs to his arm, but you two had become friends over the weeks being cooped up in the lab together. 

You and Bruce, however, you had become extremely close, even through his fear of possibly hurting you by Hulking out. Your feelings for him were definitely no longer safely situated in the friend zone, but you kept that to yourself since you didn’t want to risk either your job or the friendship you had built with the quiet doctor. The two of you regularly worked together in silence while Tony was blasting his music, but when the music wasn’t drowning out the conversation you and Bruce talked nearly nonstop to each other about anything and everything. Soon enough you began eating lunch together, and while most days Tony dominated the conversation, other days you and Bruce would talk about everything outside of the world of science while Tony seemed to watch the two of you like a hawk. 

Today had been a quiet day in the lab, you and Bruce exchanging some groan-worthy science puns that had even Tony ready to leave the spacious area. About an hour before your usual quitting time, Tony finally acknowledged the two of you with an emotion other than annoyance. 

“Alright, not to end this horrifying joke session I’ve been subjected to, but I vote we head up to game night a little early tonight Banner. You coming this week (Y/N)?” 

You had refused going up to this point, nervous about meeting ‘Earth’s Mightiest Heroes’, but the look Bruce was giving you was the final tipping point. Letting out an over-exaggerated sigh, you pushed yourself off the stool and strolled over to men in the doorway. 

“Lead the way, gents.” 

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Loud laughter filled the air as Bucky pouted, heavily glaring at Steve as he drew four more of the brightly colored cards. The group had decided on Uno for the time being, and Steve had been pushing Bucky further and further from a possible victory. 

The team members had quickly warmed up to you after seeing you walk in with the resident super-geniuses, in fact, they barely batted an eye at your arrival in their private game night. 

You were standing by the bar area of the common area, having chosen to sit this round out and have a cocktail yourself like many of the people around the room. Turning back from watching the group with full intentions of grabbing your drink, the smile from your face fell quickly as an undignified squeak forced its way through your mouth. 

Right on the other side of the bar was Nat, who had been observing you rather closely all night. You had brushed it off as her being wary of new people, but at the look in her eyes, you knew it was more than that. 

“I haven’t seen him this happy in a long time.” 

“Who?” 

You looked at her with wide eyes, confused about what she was implying. Her smirk stretched wider as she gave a small shake of her head. 

“Banner. Are you trying to tell me you haven’t noticed?” 

My body felt like I had just slipped into a slightly too warm bath as my face bloomed with red.  

“It isn’t like that. We just work together, nothing more.” 

“Sweetheart, I read people’s body language for a living. He doesn’t see you as just a coworker.” 

With that last jibe, Nat sauntered off, back into the fray that had started as an innocent card game. You swept your eyes across the group and locked gazes with the one person you were looking for. He gave a soft smile before turning back to the conversation around the table. 

Turning back to the bar, you grabbed your drink and quickly downed it before gently setting your glass back. Pushing away from the bar, you started making your way to the balcony doors just off to the side, suddenly having a desperate need to feel the cool air of the fall evening against your burning skin. 

The lights of the city twinkled like stars, the air stinging against your rosy cheeks. Letting out a heavy sigh, you leaned against the railing, a soft breeze ruffling your hair as you closed your eyes. 

“(Y/N)?” 

Your eyes flew back open as you spun towards the soft voice coming from the doorway. Bruce looked hesitant as he stepped towards you, concern shining in his eyes in the low light. 

“Are you feeling okay? You ran out of there kinda fast.” 

“Oh, I just needed some fresh air, I was feeling a little warm.” 

Bruce walked over to you as another breeze passed over the balcony, some of your hair landing in your eyes this time around. Before you could move the (H/C) strands, his hand shot out and tucked the wandering pieces behind your ear. Your blush returned full force as your eyes met his again, this time an unreadable emotion behind his eyes. 

“Sorry… your hair was in your face… thought I should move it so I could see you better.” You felt your lips pull up into a soft smile as you continued to stare into Bruce’s eyes. After a moment of silence, he started leaning towards you slowly, giving you more than enough time to pull away if you wanted. But did you want to? Over your time here, Bruce had slowly become more than just your coworker, he had become your friend, your confidant, you knew he would be there whenever you needed him to be. 

Leaning in the last few centimeters, you felt your lips brush across his, barely a whisper of a touch. Then, Bruce was kissing you fiercely, a barely contained passion pouring through the kiss from him to you. 

You matched his passion, yet the kiss was still loving, full of all the unspoken feelings between the two of you. Finally, once your lungs began to scream for air, you parted. You both were breathing heavy as you looked back at each other. A large smile broke out across your face and a breathy giggle passed your lips as your joy bubbled over. 

“So, does this mean you’ll finally try that new Italian place with me?” 

He barked out a loud laugh before nodding his head, then leaning down to capture your lips in the next of many, many kisses the two of you would share.

[poeticandors]

Accidental Bumps

Poe Dameron x Reader (Retail Au) Summary: Poe decides to take a trip to the store, only to keep bumping into you. Warnings: None A/N: This is for @propertyofpoeandbucky 2nd Mysterious Writing Challenge! Sorry I posted literally the day it was due, Lani. Just like to put pressure on myself I guess, lol. ++++++

Poe grabs a shopping cart, making his way into the grocery store with his dog, BeeBee, waddling next to him. The small beeping of the automatic sliding doors doesn’t go unnoticed by the corgi as his ears point up and he glances around before turning his attention back to the excitement of the store. Poe usually took BeeBee with him on trips to the store, mainly because he knew how much the dog enjoyed the car rides over. The workers never minded too much, they seemed to enjoy seeing BeeBee each time he walked in, so Poe made sure to bring him on most trips.

Poe whistles, pulling out the list written by his roommate, Finn, as he makes his way down one of the aisles. He reaches up to grab a box of cereal, before turning his attention back to the list as he pushes the cart. He doesn’t quite hear BeeBee’s warning bark until he feels his cart already collide with whatever is in front of him.

Poe glances up from the list, slightly startled as he sees you rub your side, your face twisting in pain.   

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” Poe quickly moves over to you, his hands held out in case you needed help. “I-I didn’t see you.”

“Clearly.” You hiss as you straighten, looking up at him.

Poe gets a better look at you, finding himself too stunned to speak. He takes in the color of your eyes and hair, and also notices that you are wearing a similar outfit to those of the other store clerks. He glances down to see the name tag pinned to your shirt. He doesn’t recognize you, and realizes that you must be new. 

“...I’m really sorry. I was distracted by this list and—“

“It’s fine.” You sigh.

“But are you okay? I ran into you pretty hard.”

“Dude, I’m serious. I’m alright.” 

Poe nods, and BeeBee lets out a soft bark next to him. Your gaze falls down, and you crack a small smile as you kneel down. BeeBee’s stubbed tail begins to wag as you look down at him.

“Hi there, buddy. You’re just the cutest thing.” 

Poe clears his throat, and you look back up at him.

“Is it alright if I pet him?”

“...Yeah! Yep.” He nods. “Go for it.” 

You beam and begin to scratch BeeBee behind the ears, praising him for the good boy he is. Poe can’t help but smile softly, watching you interact with him.

“His name is BeeBee. And I’m Poe. Poe Dameron..”

“That’s a cute name.” You hum and Poe freezes. Did you really think his name was cute-

“I’ve never heard a dog called that before,” you chuckle, as the corgi begins to lay on his back. 

Poe feels his cheeks warm up and becomes embarrassed because of course you were talking about BeeBee. Why would you think Poe’s name was cute? Before Poe can speak, the music playing throughout the store cuts off, and someone begins speaking through the intercom.

“Additional assistance needed in the produce department.”

You sigh before standing up, as BeeBee quickly rolls over onto his paws. “I should get going.” 

“Yeah, right. I’m sorry again…”

“Just make sure you watch where you’re going next time, Poe Dameron.” You note, giving a teasing smile before walking off.

Poe watches you leave, and is pulled away from his trance only when he hears BeeBee bark down next to him. He glances down at the dog. 

“Yeah, BeeBee. She seems nice…” 

Poe moves to push his cart, looking back down at the list to continue shopping.

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Poe finally makes his way to the produce department after grabbing most of the items on the list. A few passerby’s coo and praise BeeBee, one even offering him a treat as they had brought along their dog as well. 

After walking off, Poe moves to look at the various fruits, when he accidently nudges his cart into something, or rather… someone.

“Really? Again with the bumping me with your cart?” 

Poe recognizes the voice, and glances up from the fruit, seeing you standing at the end of his cart as you place down a few peaches. 

“Shit… I’m really sorry.” Poe sets down the bag of plums in his cart. 

“Do I have a target on my back or something? I feel like I do since this is the second time you’ve bumped into me.” You joke. 

“No,” Poe chuckles awkwardly. “Just really focused on getting all the groceries, I suppose.” 

“Must be. Trying to avoid getting scolded by your girlfriend if you forget to bring back some milk?”

“Uh, no girlfriend. But, I do have to get milk. Thanks for reminding me.” 

A smile forms upon your face, and Poe can’t help but feel the corner of his mouth quirk up. You hold your hand out to him.

“I’m Y/N, by the way.”

“Yeah, I… I saw on your tag.” Poe motions to the name tag pinned to your shirt. 

“Oh, right,” you chuckle, glancing down at your shirt. “I need to get used to it being there.” 

“You just start?” 

“Last week. Still getting used to everything, though.”

“Well, I’m sure you’ll get the hang of it in no time.” 

You stay smiling, and this time it is you who gets cut off by the intercom. “Y/N, additional assistance needed in checkout.” 

“Well, guess that’s my cue.” 

Poe nods as you walk past him and BeeBee. “Don’t cause too much trouble, now. Can’t have you crashing into anyone else.”

Poe laughs softly and you turn away to head towards the checkout lanes. 

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“Alright, here is your receipt,” you smile at the elderly woman, handing her the strip of paper. “You have a nice day, alright?” 

“Thank you, dear.”

You watch as the woman walks off with her cart, and then turn to scan the next item. “Did you find everything alright, today?”

“I did, actually. Had a lot of help from you, as a matter of fact.” 

“That’s good-” 

You glance up, seeing none other than Poe standing there, and let out a small laugh. “Did you purposefully pick this lane?”

“I’ll have you know that the other lanes were full, and it’s also possible that once I saw you, yes. I did want to come into your lane.”

“Well, I am glad you decided to stick with me, especially since you ran over me twice.”

“Which were both accidents.”

“So you say,” you smirk, scanning a carton of eggs. “For all I know, you could have just been bumping into me on purpose just to have an excuse to talk to me.”

“Well, let’s say that was the case. What would you think?”

You look up at him after bagging a few items. “Well, I would think that maybe you needed to try different tactics other than hitting me with your cart.”

Poe laughs, and if that wasn’t just the nicest sound you heard. 

“Well then, maybe I could try a different one?”

“Like?” 

“Maybe I could take you out for lunch or dinner? Or even a quick cup of coffee?” He asks, handing you his debit card. 

You twist the debit card in your fingers, before you give him a warm smile, and hand it back. 

“You can scan it there. But… I’ll take you up on that offer.” 

Poe’s eyes light up. “Great, I’ll just…”

“I get off at six. Maybe you could come back and meet me here. We could get something quick to eat.”

He nods, grabbing his bags, and placing them in his cart. “I’ll be back here at five fifty-eight, then.” 

“Looking forward to it.”

Poe flashes you a smile, before he waves, and pulls BeeBee along with him as he walks off. BeeBee barks, and Poe looks down at him. 

“You were right, buddy. She sure is nice.”

[kmmbavcu]

I Ain’t Missing You

Word Count: 3k+

WARNINGS: Swear words, angst, (don’t worry it has a happy ending), gay

Fandom: My Babysitter’s a Vampire

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Like any other Friday night, Benny Weir was in his room, hidden under an absurd amount of blankets, eating pizza, and rewatching all his favorite Disney Channel Original movies. He was about halfway through 'Princess Protection Program' when there was a knock on his door.

“Come in,” he called as he paused the movie. His grandmother walked in, carrying a pair of pants that were much too short for him.

“Mind telling me how these got left here.” She raised her eyebrow. Benny’s cheeks flushed and he let out a nervous chuckle.

I knew I forgot something. Dammit, Benny, he thought to himself.

“Oh yeah. I accidentally shrunk my pants trying to make them, tight, like tight in the sense that they were cooler and-”

“Benny.”

“Okay, they’re someone else’s.”

“Benjamin Donald Weir.”

“Okay they’re another dude’s, just please stop giving me that look.”

His grandmother made her way to the bed, folding the pants in her lap as she sat. Benny braced himself for the worst. He expected disgust, disappointment, maybe some yelling. What he didn’t expect was his grandmother looking into his eyes with nothing but love on her face.

“Benny, dear, there’s nothing wrong with liking boys. In fact, your grandmother has brought some girls over to the other side if you know what I mean.”

“First of all, ew I do not want to hear this information about my grandma. Second of all I don’t like boys it’s just experimenting I guess.”

He was thoroughly uncomfortable with his grandmother calling him gay. He wasn't gay. He couldn’t be gay. His dad would hate him forever. Besides, he'd liked plenty of girls before, Sally, Beth, Dela, Erica. And this boy was just a fling, teenage hormones acting up, he’d grow out of it eventually.

“Alright, but let me know when you get some sense knocked into you.” Grandma Weir walked out of the room and Benny continued his movie. Although the conversation left him feeling uneasy, there was nothing like the wholesome friendship between Selena Gomez and Demi Lovato to ease his suffering.

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Rory pounded on Erica’s door.

“Come on, let me in.”

Erica made her way to her kitchen.

“I swear if it’s those kids ding-dong-ditching again I’m about to have an early lunch,” Erica said loud enough to be heard on the other side. She opened the door, relieved to see it was Rory. She checked to see if anyone was with him, seeing no one she allowed him inside.

“What’s up, Rory?” she asked, letting her cocky demeanor down for the time being. She could only do this with Rory. And she would never admit to anyone else that she did. For now, though, she softened at the sight of her clearly troubled friend. She gestured for him to come inside and went to the kitchen to get them both something to drink. Soon enough they were both sitting on her couch and holding mugs of hot chocolate (Just because they’re vampires doesn’t mean they can’t enjoy what they once did).

“Alright, spill the tea,” Erica said as soon as they got comfortable.

“Okay, so there’s this guy.”

“There’s a guy,” she butt in “Is he cute?”

“Totally babelicious. And I really like him, and I want things to go further but I don’t know how to mention it.”

It was obvious that Rory was worried, and Erica was not one to let a friend be hurt. His rant was cut short when Erica grabbed his shoulder, probably rather harshly.

“Just tell him. Say it like it is, and if he doesn’t like you back, well, your girl’s always hungry.” She winked, flashing her fangs.

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A few days later Benny approached Ethan in the hallway, oddly perky.

“Hey B, what’s got you so happy?”

“Smokin’ hot babe. I met her at a bar. She doesn’t go here.”

“Benny, the only time you’ve ever drunk was with me, and you threw up after one drink. Also, when would you have met her? I’m with you literally all the time.”

Benny furrowed his eyebrows.

“Not all the time...okay fine she does go here but you don’t know her. She’s in one of my other classes. Her name’s….Rochelle” Ethan gave him a skeptical look but Benny ignored it. The bell rang and he proceeded to go to class. Ethan actually had a free period and made his way to the lounge.

“Hey, Ethan!”

Ethan jumped, “Rory, don’t do that!”

“Sorry buddy, I’m feelin’ hella fine today. Last night I had sex with this smokin' hot babe.” he grinned, showing his teeth.

He was suddenly taller than Ethan and he had to pull Rory back down to the ground. Ethan didn’t usually hang out with Rory during his free period, but he was curious, so he invited him to sit.

“So, who is this smokin’ hot babe?”

“Oh, it’s Be--rick…”

“Berek?”

Rory chuckled nervously. “You know? Like Derek, but with a B. Isn’t it awesome? It’s German I think.”

“So how long have you been seeing...Berek?”

“Two whole weeks.”

“Oh, so that’s where you’ve been, and these past few weeks Benny’s always doing magic stuff with his grandma.”

The conversation died off and they each continued to do their own activities This was difficult for Ethan because Rory could not stop humming. Ethan looked over and caught a glimpse of what he was writing.

‘We’ve been seeing each other for like ever.’

‘We’ve been seeing each other for a while now and I love you.’

‘We’ve been seeing each other for a while now and I have developed strong feelings for you. I feel like we’re Kirk and Spock.’

‘We’ve been seeing each other for a while now and I have developed strong feelings for you. I feel like we’re meant to be together. I’ve never felt this way about anyone before and I know–”

It was hard to read because Rory had ended up scribbling his pencil through the whole letter. He didn’t want to pry but at the same time, Ethan was dying to know who this kid was. He’d never seen Rory like this he was acting so… what was that word from Bambi again? Twitterpated or something. Either way, Rory was in deep and Ethan was really hoping it would work out for him. Though he could tend to be overbearing, he was still his friend and he didn’t want to see his heart broken.

The bell rang and Ethan was plunged out of his thoughts. He walked through the halls thinking about what he had seen. Benny slammed his hand onto Ethan’s locker.

“Guess who scored a 100 on their calculus test.”

“Dude, nice you’ve been studying for like a week.”

“I know.”

The bell rang and they made their way to class.

Wait….Benny and Rory got laid on the same night….what a coincidence.

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That night Rory made his way to Benny’s house to...try out his new video game. At least that’s what they were to tell anyone if they asked. In reality, they would never get to the video games, clothes ending up strewn on the floor before they had even opened the case. Rory often tried to slow things down, make sure nobody got hurt, but Benny was the opposite. He needed Rory, he needed to feel him, to hold him, to be underneath of him. When Rory was on top of him, Benny was putty in his hands. He was lustful and rough, immediately pushing himself onto the blonde in a completely animalistic passion.

The sex was sweet but the aftercare was sweeter. Rory had Benny on his chest, hands carding through the tangled locks of his hair. They were both sweaty, but it didn’t really matter, neither cared. Benny hummed in contentment; he’d never admit it, but he felt safe in Rory’s arms.

He’s always so warm, and strong, and sweet and- wait. No. What am I thinking? He’s a plaything. A toy. An experiment….A mistake.

Rory looked down at Benny and was surprised to see his face had changed. He was pouting. Rory’s heart skipped a beat. Though he hated to see Benny sad, he couldn’t deny he had the cutest little pout.

I’m gonna marry this man, I think.

Hoping it would snap him out of whatever seemed to be bumming Benny out, Rory pulled him into his lap and started rubbing circles on the palms of his hands. This conflicted Benny even further. He took a deep breath, mentally preparing himself for the conversation they were about to have.

“Hey, Love?” Benny cringed at the word. It gave him a weird feeling in his chest; he didn’t know what it was, and he didn’t like it.

“Do you ever think about taking this a step further?” Rory questioned.

“You mean like bondage?”

“Not quite, but we’ll put that on a shelf for later. I mean like us. You and me?”

Benny turned his head, he looked up at Rory with big eyes and a soft™ expression. He furrowed his eyebrows. It took him a while to finally form words.

“Rory, do you think this is a relationship? This is just sex. There are no feelings, no emotions. Just sex Rory.”

Rory immediately tensed.

Things were going so good. What happened? What did I do wrong?

“I...have to go eat.”

He shoved Benny off of him, trying to get out of the suddenly suffocating room as fast as possible. The quick change of environment was a shock to them both. So much so, that Benny couldn’t stop his hand from trailing after Rory as he left.

“Will you be back?” Benny was confused. Why was he feeling so empty?

It’s kind of cold in here. He tried to lay down and rest. Has my bed always been this big?

Meanwhile, Rory walked aimlessly throughout Whitechapel sidewalks. He spotted a tall figure, curly hair. He was hungry.

It took Benny a while to sleep. He kept hearing noises and getting up to invite Rory in, only for it to be a squirrel. He was used to Rory’s warm body to cuddle with. He was used to Rory taking him in his arms and humming him lullabies until he fell asleep.

Eventually, Rory found himself back at Benny’s, underneath the windowsill. He was hoping if he stood there long enough Benny might run out of the house and into his arms and say he changed his mind, say he was lying. He never did. So, Rory went home, completely ignoring his worried mother’s questions. He changed, kissed her cheek, and left for school.

Benny spent the entire morning looking for Rory between classes. Rory spent the entire morning avoiding Benny between classes. If Rory saw Benny, he would immediately turn around. Both of them zoned out entirely during class all day. Benny finally caught him in the hallway. Before Rory had a chance to run, he grabbed his arm.

“Dude, what’s up.” Benny was confused, Rory had been ignoring him all day.

The bell rang, to Rory’s relief.

“I have to go.” he jerked out of Benny’s grip. Benny took the hint.

It’s just Rory what’s wrong with me? It’s just dumb Rory. It’s just my dumb friend Rory who I happen to sleep with, or used to sleep with. Ugh… This is so emo.

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Benny lay under the covers that evening. He stared at the ceiling, hoping his fan would lull him to sleep. Something felt off; like he was missing something. He couldn’t tell what though. Whatever it was, it was bumming him out. He didn’t eat supper that night. He refused to watch the news with his father when he got off work. He didn’t even offer to play Knights of Ninjutsu 4 with Ethan. That was a bad sign. He only passed out due to exhaustion around two in the morning.

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Benny lay under the covers Tuesday. He hadn’t eaten again. He went straight home to his room. That sinking feeling still lay in his stomach. It hurt, and he felt like he’d never get rid of it. He tossed and turned and tossed and turned. The harder he tried to sleep the more awake he felt.

What is wrong with me? Why can’t I just stop? Nothing’s wrong. The only difference is I didn’t see Rory today. It’s not like I see him every day anyway.

The hours passed slowly. Each second seemed like a minute. Each minute like its own hour.

12:00

1:29

2:34

3:07

4:23

5:58

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Benny never made it under the covers Wednesday night. He finally realized what was wrong. He felt stupid for not realizing it sooner. It was Rory. He missed him. He missed their late night talks. He missed Rory’s dumb jokes. He missed Rory ranting about something that the council had said. He missed Rory. But Rory probably hated him now. He had ruined what they had because he was afraid. He was afraid of his dad, who had always preached about traditional marriage. He was afraid of his peers, who already thought he was lame. He was afraid of himself, of hurting Rory and ruining it all. He had been afraid and he lost Rory. He didn’t sleep Wednesday. His eyes stared down the clock until his alarm went off. He went to school in yesterday’s clothes, not caring enough to change, or brush his hair, or do anything really.

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Benny lay underneath his window Thursday night. He cradled one of Rory’s plaids. Benny found it when his dad had forced him to clean his room. He had left it there on Sunday.

It still smells like him. Benny put his arms through the sleeves and for the first time this week, the little sleep he got wasn’t plagued with nightmares.

Despite the fact he was able to sleep peacefully, he woke up in even worse condition than when he went to bed. He was still wearing the shirt. It was just another example of how much he missed Rory and how badly he fucked things up. He didn’t bother changing again. It’s not like Rory would see him in it. He probably smelled something awful. He showed up to school on time at least.

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Rory wasn’t doing much better than Benny. He usually stuck mostly to stray animals when hunting, but all week he had been draining human after human. He tried to tell himself it was just a coincidence that all his victims wore striped polos and fluffy hair and were ridiculously tall, at least in Rory’s perspective.

It’s just a growth spurt. Vampire’s get growth spurts right? That’s why I’m eating so much. Right?

He told himself stuff like this all week but once he started to feel sick from overeating, he knew he had to face the real reason he was upset. Benny. He missed him. He hated it but if he was going to get any closure he would have to talk to him. He couldn’t just continue dodging him in the halls. That’s why on Friday morning he decided he would deliberately seek Benny out.

He mentally ran through what he would say in his head. He was expecting awkwardness and maybe a little resentment but he was hoping eventually they could be friends again. What he wasn’t expecting was to see Benny walking down the halls in one of his plaid shirts.

“Hey, uh, Benny.” The brunette jumped at the sight of him. Somehow he hadn’t noticed Rory walk up to him from across the hallway.

“Rory, you’re talking to me?” Benny asked, his tone almost hopeful. Rory was about to respond when suddenly the bell rung. He was about to tell Benny he would talk to him later but before he could he was pulled into a nearby empty classroom.

“What the hell dude we’re gonna be late,” Rory said sharply.

“I just…” Benny whispered

“You just what?”

There was a slight pause, then Benny slid the plaid shirt off of himself and held it out to Rory.

“I was gonna give you your shirt back.” Rory looked down at this piece of clothing. It was wrinkled and clearly hadn’t been washed since he left it. He didn’t even care enough to wash it. Did he even notice it was mine when he put it on this morning? Rory thought bitterly. With renewed anger, he grabbed the plaid but was surprised when he felt a slight tug.

“Benny?” That’s weird why isn’t he letting it go? With one more try Rory was able to get it, but he still wondered why it took him a second attempt. No, he didn’t do it on purpose. He didn’t have a random realization that he’s in love with you at some point during this agonizing week.

At least that’s what Rory thought until he felt Benny’s hand lightly grab onto his arm. It was nowhere near strong enough to actually hold him but it still got him to stop and turn around.  When he saw what was behind him he couldn’t stop himself from gasping.

Benny was silently sobbing. Tears rolled down his face. One look into the other boy’s eyes and Rory finally saw that Benny wasn’t okay either. He didn’t know what happened, he didn’t know what Benny was really feeling, he didn’t even know if there was hope for them, but in spite of it all Rory still loved him and he couldn’t bear to see him in this state. So despite his anger, he put his arms around the other boy and didn’t stumble when he absolutely collapsed into him.

When Benny had finally calmed down a little, Rory pulled away to look him in the eyes.

“How about I come over tonight? We can have an honest talk,” Rory suggested. Benny was still sniffling too hard and clearly tired from crying so he simply nodded. He gave him one last quick hug before finally going to class. Mr. G was not happy with him. He let him off easy because he could see that Benny had been crying.

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For the first time since their fight, Rory made his way up Benny’s front porch and rang the doorbell with anticipation. Benny opened the door and happily invited Rory inside. They both walked into the living room where Benny had one cup of root beer and one cup of blood sitting on the table.

“Okay, Benny before we get back into-” Rory was cut off by Benny’s mouth on his. If Rory thought he was fast and needy before that was nothing compared to him now. Rory was half afraid Benny would actually eat his lip. As much as he enjoyed it Rory pulled Benny off of him.

“I said we’d talk, you can’t just avoid it by sucking my face,” Rory said as he sat back on the couch.

“It was worth a shot,” Benny replied, defeated, and plopped down on the couch next to him,

“I need you to be completely honest with me. Whatever your answer is I won’t get mad I just need to know the truth. Do you have any feelings for me… Any at all?” Rory asked, praying he got the answer he’d been wanting to hear since they first started their little fling. Benny took a long pause before speaking up.

“...Yes,” Benny said quietly. He didn’t look at Rory.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I just… I was scared, of my own feelings and of my dad, you know how he is, and I do have feelings for you. I love you Rory and I fucked up,” Benny exclaimed, talking so fast it was a wonder he didn’t run out of breath.

Rory was taken aback. Love? He really loves me?

Benny and Rory both had tears streaming down their cheeks at this point. Rory pulled Benny into the crook of his neck, his tears staining Rory’s shirt.

“I’m sorry, Rory. I’m so sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry.” He repeated himself until Rory hushed him.

“Hey, no. I’m sorry too. I left. And Benny, I… I love you too, like…  a lot, like mega a lot.”

“That’s a lot.” Benny sniffled and looked up at Rory. He wiped his tears and gave a soft™ smile.

“I hope I don’t look as bad as you do.”

Rory chuckled and leaned his forehead against Benny’s. They were both able to let out the breaths they had been holding. They let go of the tensions that built up that week. Things weren’t quite alright yet, but they would be.

“So...sexy times?” Benny cocked an eyebrow.

“Sexy times.”

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Everything You Are (Yoon Jeonghan)

I am...the worst. I’m literally so busy with everything in my life that I’m AWOL on most of my social media and I haven’t responded to anything or anyone. I’m iffy about this but I needed to post. And a happy birthday to our ever wonderful Kim Mingyu! Credits to owners for the gifs. -Bee

Word count: approximately 5100

Inspired by: Everything You Are

March 31st: present day

“So,” Mingyu said in the midst of slurping his noodles, “what are we doing for the greatest day in the world?” The hotness burned his mouth, but that only prompted him to shove more inside than he could (literally) chew. He almost choked when he locked eyes with Minghao, who only stared at him in confusion.

Jihoon shook his head. “The greatest days in the world are those that don’t require alarm clocks and we won’t be getting those anytime soon.” He swiped a piece Soonyoung’s fish with his fingers, playing with it and then eating it before telling Wonwoo to high five him, which his elder declined and moved away. (Not that stopped him from throwing lettuce.)

“April has great days...earth day, Easter Day, April Fools Day, Arbor Day...Mingyu sunbaenim’s day.” He shrugged. “You know, just to name a few.”

“Those don’t sound like fun though.” Seungkwan.

“No one asked you.”

“Then why are you asking?”

“Are you really gonna brush off my special day?” He placed his chopsticks on the bowl when half of his brothers nodded, sticking out his lower lips in a pout. “But oh, we had to take the maknae to out to a movie and give him this fancy dinner and buy him everything he pointed at.” He ruffled Chan’s hair affectionately and rested his head on said boy’s shoulder.

“Did you have anything in mind?” Joshua.

“We haven’t done a proper birthday in awhile. And we haven’t really talked to any of our other friends besides when we bump into them at the shows, so I was thinking we invite them all and just hang out. Maybe bust out a cake, a piñata.” He counted his fingers as he ticked off his plans. “And either get some takeout or pizza. Oh! And we can hire strippers!” At that, he had everyone’s attention.

“Why the hell…” Minghao shook his head. “Never mind.”

“It’ll be funny to throw them off.” He slammed his hand down in front of Jeonghan who sat across from him.

He jumped, clearly not expecting to be acknowledged by the dongsaeng. “What?”

“Can you invite Y/N?”

“Y/N?”

“Yeah. You remember Y/N, don’t you? The best friend you swore you never had? The one you kept away from us for a long ass time? The one who’s currently somewhere in South America since your last update? How long ago was it that we hung out?”

Jeonghan swallowed subtly. “Oh that Y/N. I’ll see what I can do.” He offered his best version of his mischievous smile. “It has been a while, hasn’t it?” Give or take six months if you don’t count birthdays. “But do you really want that?”

“Hyung, I don’t ask for anything except for clean dishes and rooms. I can’t even remember the last time we had a conversation that didn’t start and end with ‘I miss you’, and that’s just on Instagram!” He rubbed his eyes, “We were all friends too, not just you two.” Mingyu’d mumbled that last part so lowly, anyone would’ve missed it if they weren’t paying attention. But they didn’t know you didn’t speak anymore.

April 6th: three years ago

“Dinosaurs?” Seungcheol asked in disbelief as he saw Jeonghan’s choice in balloons. “You’re getting a grown-ass man balloons in the shape of a dinosaur?”

“It’s his birthday,” Jeonghan shrugged. “You know better than to deny Mingyu anything…”

“You binge-watch The Land Before Time one time-”

“No, apparently it was the Disney movie Dinosaur.”

“Disney did not do a dinosaur movie. I would remember...I had a phase until I was 11!” Though the T-Rex sticker on his phone was a subtle reminder of his younger days in Daegu that he never quite outgrew it.

“If I’m gonna have to fight you on this, at least get me a soda and a bag of chips.” He pulled out his phone, typed in the movie in question and watched Seungcheol’s face scrunch up in disbelief in amusement. “Pay for lunch too while you’re at it.” Jeonghan then turned his attention to the person at the register. “Hi, how are you today?”

“Hi, I’m good. How are you?”

“Another day in paradise. I have a question. Are these all you have?”

“Yeah, a few others came in about-” A quick look at the clock, estimating a time, “maybe 20 minutes ago, and took just about everything. Are dinosaurs like a thing here?”

“Not that I know of.” Jeonghan found himself squinting his eyes. “Are you new here?” He asked when he realized he didn’t recognize you.

“Overall, yeah. I’m not too crazy about switching jobs but I need to survive, especially when I don’t get enough. C’est la vie, you know?”

No, he wouldn’t. The Louis Vuitton wallet in his pocket confirmed it. He watched as you blew up the foil balloons and rang up everything. He didn’t miss the way your eyes widened slightly when he saw the designer logo on the leather material nor when he handed you his American Express card Joshua convinced him to get when they were in America. “Thank you,” he finally said when he signed his name on the receipt.

“Thank you. Have a nice day.”

Not one to make impulsive decisions, he surprised himself by scribbling some information on a scrap of paper and handing it to you. “This is an address from where we work. I don’t know if they’re looking for anyone, but if you tell them Jeonghan sent you, they’ll find you something.” His angelic charms hadn’t failed him yet, and he’d be damned if this started now. “Don’t hesitate to call me, uh-”

“Y/N.”

“Y/N.” He could feel Seungcheol tugging on his sleeves. “Well, it was nice to meet you.”

“Same here. Thanks for this, really.”

“We’ve been there and done that. It’s no problem.”

*April 2nd: present day

Mingyu’s constant question of, “Have you called? Have you called? Have you called?” played like a broken record inside his head throughout the day, irritating him more than he cared to admit, the longer he thought about it. He hadn’t bothered trying because he knew it would go straight to voicemail and it’s not like Mingyu would find out if he didn’t. You wouldn’t have broken your evading streak...well, besides calling for a happy birthday...scratch that, Mingyu would have Jeonghan’s head for that. It was late when he got home, Seokmin’s King Arthur rehearsal taking up more time than he thought it would. He had already flopped into bed, granted, the yellow toothbrush dangling dangerously from his lips as he tried not to gag from the baking soda when he saw his phone light up with a notification. You had uploaded a video from your time on your tour. Jeonghan found himself shaking his head, feeling a smile forming. Who would’ve thought you were gonna end up as a famous YouTuber when you’d struggled with jobs in the past.

He loved seeing how happy you’ve been looking, despite the fact you’d never smile the same way again. He laughed at your introduction, eating whatever you scrambled together at that moment, rambling a bit and then diving into your story, not even realizing he was dialing your number at three am, foam dripping into his sheets and hoping for once in your life, you’d pick up. With every passing ring, he felt nervous. He figured it’d play a key role in where you stood at the moment. Just when he was about to give up, he heard someone pick up, his heart pounding with anticipation on how this could go.

“Hello?”

*

Jeonghan swore it took you four days to actually show up to Pledis Entertainment studios, and his charismatic streak lived to see another day. And because you were recommended by him, the head of said Pledis only saw it fair that you become an assistant to not just him, but the entire group. It scared you for the first few weeks, what with learning their names to figuring out who spoke which language to who was in charge, you considered yourself lucky that you didn’t crack under the pressure. It wasn’t because they looked much too perfect to be real (though it was a factor), but because your world flipped upside down when you realized Seventeen were kpop idols, not part of the staff.

The boys were friendly, thankfully enough. Seungkwan, Seokmin, and Soonyoung were obviously the ones who welcomed you the fastest and the ones who spoke for everyone else when it came to opinions and the ones who made sure the rest had an ounce of energy to get through the dance or song or whatever required physical exertion. Hansol, Wonwoo, and Jihoon eyed you dubiously at first as if waiting for you to expose yourself as a sasaeng or someone who worked for a sleazy tabloid magazine. They watched your every move whether on break or on call and had Jeonghan not confirmed the story of him reaching out to you, they would’ve continued to give you the cold shoulder until you quit. Once you gained their trust, everything simultaneously fell together and apart.

For starters, any requests made had to go through the ‘95 line. It wasn’t necessarily ice cream for dinner stuff, but if so and so could come in late the next day because they wanted breakfast. Four books and a game console were always required in their dressing room when they were scheduled to perform. They could never decide on what they wanted to snack on before they were due on stage, so you’d find yourself running back and forth to satisfy their cravings. (Though you did notice that vocal unit had a soft spot for gummies.)

Because you were still getting used to the boys’ hectic schedule, they left you in the hands of the Nu’est boys while they attended KCon in the late summer. While it meant learning the names of more boys, you preferred that over fucking things up because of jet lag and possibly getting fired for not being able to follow instructions. (Though the vibe was different than what you were used to, you were glad you treated you just as well as Seventeen. The only difference was that they used your respected honorific instead of just “Y/N” and you were home a little after midnight as opposed to two, three am.)

It was the ongoing prank war between Jonghyun, and Jeonghan that got the ball rolling between you and Jeonghan. Jeonghan had texted you to see if you could swipe Jonghyun’s water bottle and replace it with vodka he had smuggled into Jihoon’s locker and to send him the reaction when he drank it and in return, he’d bring you back something from the (not so) great Los Angeles. Instead, he found himself sending you pictures of Six Flags Magic Mountain, and the famous Santa Monica Beach and how beautiful the ocean looked from above the Ferris Wheel and began looking forward to your text messages and your overall company while you were on opposite ends of the world. He realized how much he missed having someone to talk to that wasn’t the 12 boys he loved and how it had been a while since he felt attracted to someone, felt wanted.

Upon coming home, you surprised each of them with a single balloon and new speakers for when they practiced a new choreography and they treated you to a late late-night dinner and a million stories. (Jonghyun got Jeonghan back the following day by shoving all the baby powder he could manage on the inside of Jeonghan’s towel.)

Jeonghan managed to keep your flirtationship inconspicuous, both on the clock and off although the fact that everyone played a part in treating you special (because one on one things became a common affair.) No one really had a second thought when you started carpooling with him because you lived in the same neighborhood and nobody said anything when he asked you to help him bring all the cup holders containing coffee and tea. And nobody had any questions when you and Jeonghan would smile at your phones during their practice break. (That was mostly due to the fact that he sent links to everyone in their group chat.) He’d wink at you when everyone was watching and playing it off as you being their favorite assistant.

The first time he kissed you was on Halloween during a party hosted by Pledis. It could’ve been the fact that it was a day no one was themselves or because the vibe was stress free but all you knew was that one minute you were fighting over the last can of beer and the next, he had you pressed against the counter and shuddering from the way your hands tangled in his hair. He remembered admitting that he had wanted to do that for a while. He would’ve leaned in again, but he heard someone coming in and he stole the can from you and skipped away, bumping into one of the boys but he forgot who. From then on, he’d kiss you whenever he felt like it, always making sure that no one was around. He liked the feeling of sneaking around, knowing that while recording was going on in one room, he’d be in the broom closet next door with you, fighting for air and grasping at whatever you could. And it was an unspoken thing to never mention what you had going on, which you naïvely agreed to because it was Yoon Jeonghan, the angel and the boy whom you couldn’t say no to.

Jeonghan knew it was reckless and irresponsible what you were doing but he couldn’t stop. It felt different than he was used to. He had someone at the palm of his hand. He felt something for you and he had planned to pursue it as long as possible, although that plan was short-lived.

April 3rd: present day

Why Jeonghan had picked to meet you by the street vendor who sold snow cones, he didn’t know, but it would’ve been better than looking like he was sneaking around. He sipped on his sofa, letting the fizziness calm his nerves. He couldn’t believe you agreed to meet with him. While he waited, he took pictures with the lucky Carats who found him completely by chance and even Jonghyun, who he hadn’t had the chance to say a proper hello to since...it felt like forever ago due to increasing demand of kpop and how they rarely saw each other outside of Pledis because of it. Their war was no longer a counted thing, but they enjoyed pulling their pranks here and there for the sake of nostalgia. (The matching scars on their pinkie fingers being a subtle sign of their idiocy.)

He didn’t know how long he waited, but it was worth it when you tapped his shoulder, waiting for him to respond. He knew seeing you would be a shock, but he didn’t expect for his vocabulary to fly out at the window and stare at you dumbfounded, nor for his first reaction to just reach out and grab you in a hug.

He missed this so much. He was a fool to think he could’ve fucked with your mind and expect you to be okay with it. He lived with the regret of lying to you when he said he wasn’t in love you everyday and when you hugged him back, he swore he saw his future flash before him. You pulled away first, expecting him to say something. “Hi.”

“You called me up at three am just to tell me that. Now, what is it?”

“I miss you.” Well, not the greatest start, but it’s something.

“I miss you all too. How is everyone? Congrats on the comeback by the way. You guys doing great.” You broke eye contact with him, peering past him.

He waved off your praise. “We’re all good thanks. I just wanted to talk to you about Mingyu. He, ah-” He scratched the back of his head. “He just wanted you to know that he’s having a party on Saturday and he’d love for you to stop by.” And he would too. Maybe, he’d be able to talk to you then.

“Saturday?” You racked your brain to see if you had any commitments for the day, coming up short. “I don’t think I’m doing anything, but I’m not sure I should go,” you admitted. Talking to Jeonghan always brought out your honest side, even when it was best to lie, like now. But the irony was that Jeonghan was the master of deception. You’d know. You’d fallen under his spell one too many times to not know him.

“Why?”

You shook your head. “Jeonghan, hhhhhh, never mind. You wouldn’t understand. I’ll see.”

“Wait.” He stepped closer to you, taking off your scarf and readjusting it so it’d look right. “There.” He was close, really close like he could smell the winter mint chewing gum you had in your mouth. If he really wanted to, he could steal a kiss, something he hasn’t done in so long. So he went for it.

Only instead of getting caught up in the moment like you were used to, you stopped him. “I can’t do this again.”

“Why? You afraid your boyfriend’s gonna see you?”

“As a matter of fact, he will, and I’d appreciate me doing myself a favor and not fucking this up too. Goodbye Jeonghan. I have to go; excuse me.”

Late December: three years ago

Jeonghan loved to admit it and he would always say it: he enjoyed watching you stress over birthdays because everything seemed inadequate due to their lavish lifestyle. But he expressed his appreciation from the homemade card and a new phone case and he saw the appreciation in the boys’ eyes when they opened theirs. And once he saw how you were fretting over Joshua (because “what the hell do you give an American boy who sings show tunes and eats his soup with a fork?”) he gave you clues as to what his best friend out on several wishlists. Once you figured out what to get him, you ordered it and the day it was to come, you invited Jeonghan to your place after they were done for the night to get his opinion.

And one moment you were showing him a thing of the Hollywood sign and the next, you were a tangled mess of limbs on the couch and Jeonghan knew he had crossed the line. Even worse was his realization that all he wanted was a friendship with you. So he ghosted you that night and gave you the excuse that Soonyoung needed everyone in the practice early. (Which wasn’t true, of course, because performance unit were recording their song while the remaining two basically had a free day.) From there began the end. Suddenly, he felt that everything you did had an ulterior motive to wanting an actual relationship and he started feeling annoyed with your presence and gave you the cold shoulder.

You knew everything that had happened before that was a mistake but it didn’t stop you from trying for more. Your feelings for Jeonghan ran deep and you would’ve sworn you had fallen in love but you bottled it up, letting him take the lead. The way he ignored you broke your heart and you weren’t as cheerful, nor did you treat the boys to anything like before. Your quieter than usual manner worried them, once Seungcheol going as far as asking if you wanted to see a doctor before they had to leave for the airport, which you declined, blaming your mattress for lack of sleep. You bid them a fun trip and to let you if they needed anything done while they were away.

While away for three months, Jeonghan texted you on occasion, mostly for business (and once in a while to fulfill his pranks) and how to handle some personal affairs. Again the distance made him miss you so he tried to keep you close, but he couldn’t; not when you eagerly replied to him and sent him photo after photo of irrelevant things, once again thinking you could regain what you had. He didn’t really blame you since he was the one who initiated your affair (if you could even call it that) but he knew if he continued to go down that road, the basis of your friendship would go up in flames. So he began looking for companionship in the wrong places, self-destructing himself in a way, not that he told you any of this. As far as you were concerned, he went straight to bed after a long day. He did, however, try to set you up with the pizza girl who delivered to Pledis but when that backfired, you yelled yourself to the point where Jonghyun sent you home until you could talk without killing yourself. (Seventeen still left you with Nu’est at this point because they liked how you worked with them, and it didn’t seem right to let you go with them when Nu’est was just as busy.)

When they came home it was only for a month before they were needed in Japan for promotional purposes and they left you once again. Jeonghan had only vaguely talked about his actions, but still felt guilty and tried to make it up to you while he was gone. The plus side was that he got to know you on a deeper level and understood the way you were and promised to help you help others because he saw it’s when you were your happiest. The long calls started again and it felt like old times. The downside was that no matter how much you opened up to him, he never did, so he never told you about his love interest who was nothing like you and let you believe something could happen when he came back home. True to his word, when he came home, he decided the fastest and easiest way to help people was to start your own YouTube channel and he readily provided the audience.

Two months into your unofficial commitment, YouTube’s management contacted you about being interested in making a career out of it and once you expressed your interest, they wrote down your information and told you they’d be in touch. You burst through the doors to Pledis that day, ready to shout from the rooftops about that, smoke all but visible behind you as you ran to Seventeen’s wing, and when you threw the doors open, there was Jeonghan in the middle of a tonsil hockey game with someone you’ve never seen and it was all you could do to not make a sound and just walk away quietly. You managed to sneak out of the building unseen and call Seungcheol that you came down with something and wouldn’t make it.

For three days, you stayed in bed, not eating or drinking anything, just crying your heart out for letting him lead you on. You would’ve gone the whole week like that, had one of your friends not forged a note from the doctor they worked with saying you needed bed rest and when you came back, they jumped at you, wanting to know why you didn’t say anything about being sick sooner, and you thanked your higher power at how oblivious they could be. And then Jeonghan had the audacity to stoke your hair, playfully telling you you looked like shit and you visibly flinched away from his touch, blaming it on a nonexistent headache. And suddenly your good news didn’t seem so good when you told them and bless Seungkwan’s heart when he asked if it meant you were quitting which you nodded sadly, and that meant a party for everyone.

That party was held the following month, in which your heart felt heavier than the day prior because of how Jeonghan acted like nothing had happened, and you suppressing everything. The boys bought liquor and alcohol like it was the end of the world and you used that opportunity to drink the image away. Not your brightest idea you’ll admit since you ended up hooking up with Joshua when he tried telling you that you had too much to drink and you begging him to make you forget.

And that was only the beginning of your own self-destruction, falling deeper in the rabbit hole, the closer your days as Seventeen’s assistant ended and the closer you became an influencer. The bags under your eyes never faded, feeling more sluggish by the day. You had only coffee in your system, not being to stomach food. Your headache never went away and you couldn’t stop crying. Everything hurt; there was no remedy for your pain.

Naturally, you worried everyone until Jeonghan confronted you and didn’t let you leave until you told him what the hell happened. He pushed you to your limit, finally telling him everything you felt, everything you saw, how nothing seemed to matter, to which he yelled at you, words feeling like venom as he spewed his own thoughts and piercing deeper into your heart and disintegrating parts of your soul. He cared about you, but not in that way. You were a wonderful person but you weren’t his type. He wished he could change everything but he was happy who he was with. He regretted everything because he was afraid this would happen.

You quit the next day but that wasn’t the last time you saw Jeonghan. He didn’t last much longer with his fling and his first reaction to the split was to call you, even though you had to work on your first ever video where you worked with introductions and whatnot. You had the faint naïve hope for reconciliation each time he called you up when something went wrong, each time ignoring the fact you were nothing more than an emotionally unstable human blinded by your love and him taking advantage of that. On Halloween of that year, you quit him cold turkey after sleeping with him one last time, realizing that he was nothing more than someone who fed off your energy and you couldn’t keep living like that, not when you had so much to offer the world and knowing you had a younger audience watching your movements.

It took time but you finally managed to get him out of your system.

You didn’t hate him. How could you when he not only made you but was a friend when you needed him? You wished him nothing but the best because at one point he was the best to you though it took a while to admit you were angry. It took you some time but you dedicated a special video for your situation, not mentioning his name for the sake of his image.

April 6th: present day

During that time, Jeonghan learned just exactly what he lost, and his mistake was meeting you again after those six months. He had grown up and he had hoped you would see past it and give him one more chance. He was lonely; he knew that now. All he wanted was for you to hold him one more time. He remained skeptical about you having a boyfriend though. You never mentioned it to anyone, so he chalked it up to you lying.

He didn’t expect you to show up tonight. He didn’t expect to stop singing his duet with the birthday boy to open the door and you forcing a smile on your face when you saw him. Jeonghan couldn’t even say hello because in that moment tipsy Mingyu came to the rescue and hugged the hell out of you, scolding you for hiding away and not even bother to check in on them and then enveloping you in a bone-crushing hug, swinging you back and forth and actually hearing your bones crack at his strength and laughing like his night couldn’t get any better. Everyone surrounded you, asking questions and catching up and you enjoying yourself, gossiping with Pristin and BlackPink, playing musical chairs with Monsta X, swapping stories with BTS and complaining to Seventeen when Nu’est was arriving because you were here for them. It was everything you needed: a fun night catching up with old friends.

Eventually, you ended up in the kitchen, looking for a water bottle to soothe your throat, coughing in an attempt to catch your breath from laughing so hard and bumping into Jeonghan, who was serving himself a slice of cake. “Great night?” He asked you, motioning for you a take a piece which you accepted.

“The best. I missed everyone. It felt like old times.”

He had to agree. “The only difference is we’re not hiding away, eager to rip each other’s clothes off.”

“And it’ll stay like that.” You wrinkled your nose at his words. You’d never felt awkward around him, but now knowing everything was different, you didn’t know what to say. He knew you well, and at one time you, him. He put his hand over yours as if he knew what you were thinking and you retracted it just as fast. “I-”

“Are you sure you have a boyfriend? The words were out before he could even stop himself. “Or are you just giving me an excuse?”

“Yeah, I do. And I’d appreciate you not doing this anymore. I’m not who I used to be.”

“I love who you used to be.”

“I don’t. You made me hate myself.”

“I’m sorry.” He had never apologized for causing you grief before tonight.

“Y/N! You made it after all!” The familiar voice of Jonghyun filled the room.

“It’s for the one and only Kim Mingyu. I wouldn’t dare.”

“Well my love, you look perfect. I’m sorry I’m late.” He kissed your hair, his eyes widening in pleasant surprise when he saw you weren’t alone. “Jeonghan-ssi! I hope I wasn’t interrupting anything.”

He wanted to call out his seonbae for his latest prank, wanted to tell him he got him good. But judging from the way he pulled his arm around your waist, he knew it wasn’t. The cake in his mouth felt dry and found himself choking when he tried to swallow as you left with him.

He took shots the rest of the night, each time he saw you laughing at his words, every time he saw the look in your eyes, every time he shamelessly kissed you, feeling disgusted with himself because he wasn't courageous enough to do it when he had the chance.

He lost his lover and his friend from his actions.

Behind his truth lied everything you are; he knew that too little, too late.

[imagine-a-killingharmony]

S/O bursting in to sing ‘All Star’ + V3 Boys

How would the V3 boys react to their s/o bursting into the room with All Star by Smash Mouth playing loudly?

(Edit: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L_jWHffIx5E

Somebody once told me the world is gonna roll me, cuz’ I ain’t the sharpest tool in the shed-!

This entire post? Amazing. Magnificent. I swear to god. Totally, not just memes.

Uh-Huh. This is the face of a truther, a person telling the complete and total truth. I wouldn’t lie to you!

-Mod Shuichi

Kiibo

Kiibo had currently just gotten maintenance so the two of you could finally hang out together! That’s what he expected for the two of you to do anyway, he wasn’t expecting any kind of devious plot.

You said you would come over to his place, and he had been looking at his systems very refreshed with how this exchange had went down...!

Then you came waltzing in, no not waltzing... it was much more than that, you had kicked down the door singing.

“sOMEBODY ONCE TOLD ME THE WORLD WAS GONNA ROLL ME.”

Kiibo was immensely frightened, he let out a loud gasp-scream before falling from where he was sitting and somehow managing to hit his head by banging against the floor.

That had caused you to scream back at him and rush towards his side, your actions had consequences.

Kiibo laid WASTED ™ for a minute and a half, his final words about how he forgave you... and then how you must teach him that song you went all the effort through to ‘seranade’ to him.

“It’s... my final request...”

“Kiibo you... just banged your head against the floor, you aren’t going to d-“

“My final request.”

“Okay then.”

You sat at your boyfriend’s side a mental note to never do that again, never again.

Well at least for as long as you can remember.

Shuichi Saihara

Shuichi Saihara? Jumpscares literally being the death of him? Why it’s more likely than you first thought!

But not likely enough, he was just reading one of his favorite novels as he waited for you to come back downstairs.

And you did.

“some.... BODY ONCE-!”

A song that he’s sworn come out from Kokichi Ouma’s mouth at least once or twice, yes he was surprised but he looked at you with more of a curious expression than anything...

You had to sing the entire song out in front of him, by the end of it he clapped at you with the most tiny smile, that adorable tiny smile that made people weep. “That was lovely... I got to hear your performance all for myself...”

“... E-Eh? Oh... uh... y-yeah I guess!”

After that day bursting into the room with random acts of music had become more daily.

Ryoma Hoshi

Ryoma has a complete poker face, nothing can or has broken it before unless you count those rare moments that you had gotten him to flash a grin or embarrassed him enough for him to let out at least one flushed reply.

And recently he was becoming more social with everybody else, which was a miracle in your eyes it didn’t matter much to him. Or so he says.

He was just eating breakfast, he hadn’t honestly expected this kind of thing from you, at least not during breakfast.

By ‘this kind of thing’, you know I mean the door bursting down with a simple shove and your voice singing an oddly familiar song from his stay in America.

”S O M E B O D Y ONCE-“

Do you know the best part of all of this? He was stifling a laugh, yes you randomly bursting in to musical dance to introduce yourself had gotten him to stifle a laugh.

Very proud of yourself at the end of it you walked to his side offering a playful smirk.

“Heeeeey~? If singing really weird songs gets you to flash a grin I can do it some more after this.”

He covered his mouth sheepishly looking away for a second or so, before sighing.

“Guess you could, uh... it’d be nice to... hear yer’ singin’ voice again, I guess.

That small declaration had caused your heart to do loops, and you immediately hugged him declaring to the world- about you have the most adorable damn boyfriend EVER.

His nonconsistent stuttering with him asking you to let go at first was absolutely priceless, moments which you wouldn’t trade for the world.

Kaito Momota

Did you underestimate Kaito Momota? Really? Foolish mortal... he loves and supports you, with all his damn heart!

Kaito was just in the middle of studying for some stupid test he already understood- ‘well enough’, so any distraction was perfect.

So when you came in with the promise of snacks, and you truly were just there to kick down the door and sing to him...

He would applaud you throughout it, you fool. You absolute fool.

“That’s the light of my life! You go babe! Yer’ doin’ absolutely damn great, I loooooove yooou!”

“Really yer’ singing is astronomical! Really just stellar! You got this!”

By the first line of dialogue it had become awkward for you, the tables had turned, the ‘no you!’ had been dealt, and you hadn’t even had a reverse card to play at him.

How come you didn’t think this through? How could you just didn’t think this through...?

You naive fool.

You... have never felt this level of pure shame before, Kaito came up to you whistling with a handful full of compliments for your singing-voice, mostly star-themed , before kissing you- straight on the lips.

“You should sing more! Heh, I’m the luckiest guy in the universe to have you walk into my galaxy...”

Damn those space-themed pick-up lines!

Mission failed. We’ll get em’ next time.

Rantaro Amami

He wanted a sandwich, that’s it. You offered sandwiches at your place so he went since he had nothing better to do, and he truly loved hanging around with the light of his life...

...

..

.

He was eating that sandwich when you came in, after breaking down your own door for some ungodly reason. It was a good sandwich.

“sooooOOOMEBOOODY ONCE TOLD ME THE WORLD WAS GONNA ROLL ME.”

He dropped the sandwich, an accomplishment for the books was managing to surprise Rantaro Amami.

But really how could anyone not be surprised by that? Even then he kept a rather composed look on his face throughout the song, by the end of it he even clapped.

“... Aha... if... your going to sing for me, can you do it with asking me first?” He pointed at the newly-murdered sandwich which lay forgotten on the floor, it looked like a good sandwich.

“... Oh! Oh sorry, hadn’t even noticed! I’ll try to make sure the next time I sing it doesn’t include sandwich murder.”

“That’s all I ask.”

He smiles at you accepting the apology, he picks himself up to make the two of you lunch! Why... what an interesting day today is.

Gonta Gokuhara

Gonta doesn’t understand why you had called him saying to prepare for you to come into his room with... an oddly Kokichi-esque smile on your face, but Gonta has trusted you! What had he not to trust?

He was currently in front of the door, he left it open so you would have an easy time to walk in, of course.

Although... things got really confusing for Gonta when the door opened with a loud [SMACK] and you began to... say strange words to him?

“SOMEBODY ONCE TOLD ME THE WORLD WAS GONNA ROLL ME-!”

“... S/O? Who told you the world was going to roll you, what does that mean? Gonta’s very confused!”

“E-Eh? Wait what?”

You stopped in your tracks, taking off some oddly fashionable sunglasses off your face for this very occasion. “Gonta I’m singing, I... nobody actually said that to me.”

“Oh! Why... Why are you suddenly singing?”

“...”

“Because...? Um... well, wait let me think of why... uh...”

“... I wanted to be spontaneous? I didn’t think we’d... stop... well... aaah...”

“...”

“Oh! Okay! You can continue, Gonta doesn’t mind.”

...

You... sang the song with a sheepish tone stuttering here and there, sometimes getting quieter as a mouse, how could anyone sing without embarrassment after that interaction after the first line of the song...?

Kokichi Ouma

Never. Ever. Sing this song in front of him, ever again. Take mental note of it, write it down, engrain it into your arm as a damn tattoo.

Just never, ever again.

You had planned to make up for the time he ran into your bedroom, after lock picking it just to sing to you. You had to get a new lock, every damn TIME.

So you had planned your revenge, while a better revenge be forcing him to pay you back for all the locks that he had used, you had planned to sing to HIM for once after breaking his door down.

...

And you did, with a loud smack reverberating across the room he seemed to be sitting in a chair turned away from you, why he didn’t react right away remaining a mystery.

So you kept going. “some...BODY ONCE TOLD ME-“

“The world was gonna roll me... I ain’t the toughest tool in the shed!” A voice other than Kokichi’s greeted you...

Nani?! You felt yourself stop, as Kokichi spun his chair around to greet you a grin wider than you had ever seen before vibrant on his features.

“... You...” You froze in horror.

He held a laptop with many stickers slapped across it right in his grubby little hands, Youtube was opened up and the video was playing in the backround, ‘All Stars’ he had predicted this but... how?! “S/O... you thought we were playing checkers did you?”

“We’re playing a game of chess, or as in just don’t keep a calendar with all your evil plans marked on it babe.”

“N... No...! NOOOO!” You lay defeated, your plan went to waste.

Kokichi’s bubbly laughter and ‘All Star’ in the distance to remind you of your failures.

While that doesn’t... actually sound bad, what was bad is the fact he actually made you pay for the broken lock he owned.

Korekiyo Shinguuji

Korekiyo Shinguuji... finds all parts of humanity from the biggest parts to the smallest parts of culture to be incredible, remarkable infact!

And he’s put a great deal of study into music as well, as most of it can be rekinded to most modern craft nowadays.

While he was putting research into more folklore he had recently discovered, you said you would be: ‘coming by UwU’ while he didn’t understand why you added the UwU something had felt unordinarily shifty.

His suspicions were confirmed when you slammed the door open by shoving into it, earning a shocked gasp from Korekiyo before you actually broke out into musical song.

[You likely know how the first line of the song goes by now, at this point right? You gotta.]

When your finished your surprised to see your boyfriend... well not really, he’s questioning why you broke down the door.

“S/O... had you wanted to sing, did you truly have to do it so unexpectably?”

And more importantly why you sang... ahem, this is completely taken from the wiki: “All Star" a song by American rock band Smash Mouth. It was released on May 4, 1999, as the second single from their album Astro Lounge and it is one of the group's most successful songs, peaking at No. 4 on the Billboard Hot 100.”

Interesting facts of the day! He’s glad you didn’t break down his lock...

...

Yeah, he’s probably the only one who would actually mind if you came running in singing to him. Humanity is an odd yet fascinating thing...