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[himegureisu]

4 | the Woman

Summary: There are times when cases need a woman's touch. This is where you finally introduce yourself to your brother-in-law. This is set at the end of S2 E1 A Scandal in Belgravia.

Pairing: Mycroft Holmes x Female Reader

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“There are people we can get into this,” Mycroft said,

“I tested that theory for you. I let Sherlock Holmes try for six months,” she bragged, “Sherlock, dear, tell him what you uncovered through that x-ray of my phone,”

Irene Adler, professionally known as the Woman, a dominatrix of significant influence was obvious. Her only advantage was the fact she was playing against men.

Half a year, the Holmes men stumped at what to do. What a sight, however, it’s best to end their misery.

The Woman hands over her list of requests. However, that’s not going to happen, not on your watch.

“Oh, that’s a shame. Can’t I join in the fun?” you said.

Their eyes shifted as you entered the study in your battledress. Her exchange pauses as you stand behind Mycroft. Your brother-in-law quietly observes and thinks by the fireplace. His head towards the three of you.

“I did hope Sherlock would get this one,” you sighed, as you stretched your hand out to Irene, “May I?”

“Be my guest,” she offered.

“You’re rather transparent,” you twirl the mobile in your hands, “You don’t need a genius to unlock this. Just a woman that understands her kind,”

“Oh, do go on,” she stands, to sit on the edge of the table.

“There are times when women are affected by their interests. Others would say this is a disadvantage. Yours are the Holmes men, specifically, Sherlock. There was no other way to get to Sherlock without committing a crime except in your profession, you could pursue a different avenue,” Your eyes rest on Mycroft as they start to figure it out, “Two birds in one stone. Agitate the older brother, you get the younger. Women play a different kind of dirty and you played a game against men that was your advantage. God, did you pull their strings well but that ends tonight. The psychology of women, gentlemen, is that the most obvious is sometimes the most overlooked,”

“Craving the distraction of the game I sympathize entirely but sentiment?” Sherlock stands, walks over, and reaches out to you for the phone which you finally hand over, “Sentiment is a chemical element found on the losing side,”

Oh, Sherlock how wrong you are on that. Love and sentiment can be an advantage.

“When we first met, you told me that disguise is always a self-portrait,” Sherlock mused, facing the Woman, “How true of you. The combination to your safe, your measurements, but this is far more intimate. This is your heart, and you should never let it rule your head.”

“You just couldn’t resist, could you?” you interjected.

“Everything I said, it wasn’t real,” she whispered, silently pleading to Sherlock, “I was just playing the game,”

“This is just losing,”

I AM SHER LOCKED

“Thank you for the additional information,” he addressed you, “It was enlightening,”

“There you are, brother,” he passes the device to Mycroft, “I hope the contents may make up for any inconvenience I may have caused you tonight,”

“I’m certain they will,” Mycroft assured. His brother started to stare out the window, “If you’re feeling kind, lock her up otherwise let her go,”

Willaim Sherlock Scott Holmes was nearly outsmarted by a woman. What a brilliant turn of events.

It wasn’t long until someone escorted the woman away leaving you to the Holmes men.

“I thought he wouldn’t get it,” you address Mycroft, sitting on the chair he previously occupied to observe Sherlock, “Then again if he knew where to look for the safe code, he would get it eventually,”

“Why are you here?” Mycroft said. You give a look and say, “You know why I’m here,”

“Who are you?” Sherlock asks.

“Do make a deduction, Mr. Holmes,” you challenged, standing up for a better view, “What can you say about me? Oh, I heard you’re quite good at this,”

His eyes quickly take a once over you. To the way you did your hair, makeup, and casual clothes. His brother, your husband, hovered on the other side of the table.

What will Sherlock say about you?

“On your dominant hand, your middle finger is calloused from how you hold your pen, suggesting office worker. In a high position, by the value of your shoes. Your makeup suggests you like to be presentable but not elaborate or gaudy. Your clothes are clean except for a few loose strands of hair. No pets. Your engagement and wedding rings, shiny and clean, happily married then. Your husband is successful in his career by the size of that diamond and…”

His ramble paused. His eyes meeting yours, you give a casual curious gaze. His senses were on overdrive, recognizing the particular scent of leather of a car that often escorted him to his brother.

“No, that’s not possible,” Sherlock withdrew, “Has my brother found himself a goldfish?”

“No, not a goldfish, brother mine,” Mycroft defends. His ring, matching yours, shines in the firelight, “No, she’s out of their league,”

“How long has that taken him?” you asked Mycroft, in front of you as Sherlock remained speechless, “A minute,”

“A good minute, yes,” he confirms, as he goes to stand by your side, “I do wonder why you decided to reveal yourself, my dear,”

“I was fed up. You two dancing in her tune for half the year,” you complained, “You ditched Christmas Morning traditions,”

“I promised to make it up to you, my dear,” Mycroft reminded, however, unable to act on his plans yet, “And I did return earlier than expected,”

“Six years, Myc! We never shirk on trad —”

Before you can finish your ramble, Mycroft leans in and presses his lips against yours in a tender kiss. It was a pleasant interruption.

One Sherlock didn’t appreciate.

Your eyes widen for a moment before you melt against him. Your arms wrap around his waist, returning the sentiment. Sherlock clears his throat, breaking the moment between you and Mycroft.

“Years?” he remarked, “I never knew the Iceman could melt,”

“No, just thaws from time to time,” you cheekily smile at Mycroft who rolled his eyes, “Are you two finished? I’d like to turn in before the sun comes out, ensures at least one of us gets sleep,”

“We are finished,” Mycroft affirmed, walking toward the door, “Do us a reprieve, brother mine, don’t take cases on the weekend. You don’t know what it does to our schedule,”

“It was nice meeting you, brother-in-law,” you teased, your smile caught him off guard, as you walked to Mycroft’s side. He didn’t remember the last time someone was pleased to meet him. They were often annoyed or irritated. “Have a good evening,”

His brother has been married for years, and he didn’t know. How could he not know?

“Shame I’d wanted to see the Woman in cuffs,” you comment, as you walk side by side through the halls, “It would have made for an interesting night,”

“Would you like that, my dear?” Mycroft asks.

“If you’re open to it,”

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[sanjisboyfie]

๑ keep safe : i'm gonna freeze my balls off, pt. 2 (8)

one piece x male reader

but if you send for me, 

you know i'll come 

and if you call for me, 

you know i'll run

i'll run to you, 

i'll run to you

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that night [name] accompanied sanji in the crow’s nest. after he spent a couple of hours bugging zoro, the sun eventually fell and the moon rose. it seemed sanji was on night duty and [name] didn’t mind keeping him company.

plus, he had that question to ask him.

“sanji, do cigarettes keep you warm?”

“hah? that’s a stupid question,” sanji said, breathing out a puff of smoke. [name] realized he quite liked the smell.

“but i’m really cold, i wanted to know if that’d help me!” [name] reasoned, just wishing to get an answer out of their chef. the blonde thought about it for a moment before holding out the stick. “really, you’ll let me try?” the chef shrugged, “thanks, sanji!”

“no need to thank me, see how you feel about it first,” sanji mused, leaning back against the mast while [name] was leaning against the railing. the two were sat facing each other and sanji was carefully watching [name]’s reaction.

without hesitating [name] brought the stick up to his lips. he inhaled, feeling the smoke invade his lungs. he held it there for a moment before allowing some to escape. obviously, not all the smoke would get completely pushed out of his lungs, but when he exhaled he watched the puff of smoke turn into nothing but air.

“eh, it was alright…lemme try again,” [name] remarked, taking another drag from the cigarette before handing it to sanji. the chef didn’t seem too bothered by infecting [name] with his habit, taking the cigarette to his own lips.

“so? feeling nice and toasty?” sanji teased, watching as [name] popped another coffee bean into his mouth.

”it was warm, but probably not enough. if i get super cold though, i’ll rely on you to give me another one!” [name] said cheerfully, talking about it as if it wasn’t a nasty habit to break if he were to really get hooked on it.

“you’re gonna end up coming back for loads more if you smoke too much,” sanji pointed out, wondering if [name] even knew that cigarettes were addictive.

“i’m not really an…addictive person! i only really like coffee beans the most, it’s too bad they’re not warm when you eat them,” [name] pouted, stomping out sanji’s small concern.

“if you say so,” sanji said softly, putting out the cigarette.

slowly as time past, [name] noticed that sanji was beginning to doze off. and also noticed his cheeks, nose, and ears were turning really red with what seemed to be frostbite.

[name] gently took off his hat and put it on sanji instead, making the blonde sleepily look up at him.

“ah, thanks, [name],” he said softly, sleep invading his system before he could get another word out.

[name] chuckled, watching how easy it was for sanji to doze off. when he looked up at the sky and noticed it was almost a full moon, he smiled softly and took it upon himself to cuddle into sanji’s side.

the blonde wasn’t awake to notice as he unconsciously pressed himself closer to [name]’s side as well, navigating towards the natural body heat. even if [name] was colder than he usually was, he guessed it was more comforting that the cold wind that was breezing through.

[name] spread open the blanket that was once only covering him, fighting back the urge to shiver, and made sure it covered him and sanji completely.

he stayed awake the whole rest of the night. he was too cold to sleep and he didn’t want anything to happen to the ship while he was supposed to be on look out.

that’d only prove his incompetence to the rest of the crew. and he already had so much to prove for himself, he didn’t want to ruin this chance.

so he calmly watched as the moon rotated through the sky, until the gentle rays of the sun greeted his vision. chewing on the coffee beans also helped him not get too worked up on his lack of sleep.

the first sound he heard in the morning, though, was a loud banging coming from below them.

he left the blanket to completely cover sanji, unknowingly waking the blonde up as he got up. sanji was resting his head on [name]’s shoulder while he was sleeping, so the sudden loss of his pillow made him slowly blink open his eyes.

plus the body heat that was comforting him also went away.

“you’re up early, usopp,” [name] yawned, leaning over the edge and watching the sniper.

“oh! that’s where you were, [name], was wondering why you weren’t sleeping in the room with us last night,” usopp said, in a rather cheerful voice despite it being so early. he continued smacking away at repairing merry, “i can’t just sit around and do nothing!” usopp answered, “we gotta get out of this jam as quick as possible!”

[name] smiled gently, resting his cheek on his palm as he watched usopp work. sanji blinked slowly, waking up and coming to his senses. he was warmer than he was when he fell asleep and he noticed it was due to the extra, thick layer of blankets that were surrounding him.

the first thing he reached for within the comforts of his warm cocoon was a cigarette and his box of matches.

at the sound of the matches being struck against the box, [name] turned around. a sleepy smile was on his face and sanji noticed that his hair was a bit more ruffled. he assumed it was because of his sleep, but it was really just the cold breeze that made it go out of place.

“good morning, sanji!” [name] cheerfully replied.

“wow, you’re annoyingly energetic,” sanji said, puffing out smoke, “morning, [name],”

the greeting made [name] grin in return and, like a butterfly effect, it made sanji’s lips slowly curl into a hidden smile. sanji made his grin stay hidden behind his hands, but [name] wasn’t even looking for long as he soon directed his vision to usopp once more.

the two stayed in the crow’s nest for a while, [name] watching usopp work and sanji preserving the heat he had acquired overnight. when the sun came to warm them, to some extent, [name] decided that he’d check in on nami.

he left sanji up in the crow’s nest, going down with ease and gently patting usopp on the back. the sniper appreciated it, humming in thanks as he continued tirelessly working on repairs.

when [name] got inside of the room, he greeted vivi with a good morning and quietly walked to nami’s bedside.

“how is she?”

“i just replaced the towel on her head…there’s really nothing much we can do to help her besides that,” vivi said, a hint of regret in her voice. [name] put his hand on her head easily, seeing as she was kneeling by nami’s bed rather than standing. she looked up at him in wonderment.

“she’s gonna be fine, we’re gonna find an island soon, i can feel it,” [name] grinned, trying to uplight the princess’s spirits. and it worked. because then vivi was jumping up from her position and getting ready to walk out onto deck.

“you’re right, [name], i’ll talk with the others now to see if they’ve spotted an island yet,” she said, squeezing his arm gently before quickly walking out of the room.

once he heard the door shut behind her, he took a seat by nami.

“she’d have pulled her hair out if she stayed her another moment with you,” [name] joked, “she’s so worried. but don’t worry, nami, we’re gonna find you a doctor soon and you’re gonna get better and when you do - we’re gonna save alabasta!”

he didn’t know if nami could hear his words or not, but he assumed that if there was a chance she could, he’d want to say something that would comfort her.

“hm, i’ve taken ahold of your coffee beans, by the way,” he chuckled, popping another one into his mouth, “you’re not supposed to drink any coffee now anyway, so you can boil in your annoyance for as long as you want — not gonna change anything! haha!”

[name] laughed in glee at his own jokes, assuring himself that if nami had the energy to, she would laugh as well. in reality, she surely would have smacked him over the head at his antics.

he leaned closer to her bed, noticing that her blanket had moved in her sleep. he hummed in thought, moving around the room. he noticed there were blankets and pillows scattered all around. he got to work in piling the pillows on top of her and then dropping a couple more blankets on top of those as well.

hopefully, he thought, this mimics some sort of heated or weighted blanket.

he felt satisfaction surge in his chest when he saw nami bury herself deeper into the blankets. he stayed by her side a remainder of the journey, feeling relief to hear luffy shouting about finding an island.

“see? it’s all gonna get better soon,” he said, this time he didn’t know if he was talking to nami or himself.

there was a gunshot that rang in the air and [name] immediately positioned himself protectively in front of nami’s bed. if people were really going to invade their ship, like they did on the way to this island, he’d kill anyone that tried getting to nami.

he sat right in front of her bed, his sword resting on his knees in front of him, and he carefully watched the door.

when it opened and revealed vivi, he relaxed.

“is there a doctor?” was the first question he asked and vivi immediately answered that the villagers were willing to help.

[name] nodded and quickly got to work in getting nami prepared for a journey. he saw vivi wanted to help, but he shook his head, “i’ll make sure nami doesn’t get cold on her journey, don’t worry, tell the others i’ll bring her up soon,”

she looked at him in full confidence, nodded her head, and ran back upstairs.

if vivi had to place any amount of trust in [name] a couple of days ago, she would not be able to do so confidently. to her, [name] was a suspicious individual who very well could’ve been after her head as she is a princess. but to see him so attentive to nami and caring towards her, almost more than sanji was, her worries were gradually washed away.

[name] was trustworthy and it was obvious as he so tenderly took care of nami whenever she wasn’t there. she would trust him with her life as well. and it felt ridiculous for her to come to that conclusion so suddenly, but [name] was the reason she was confident nami would get better.

plus the fact he was reliable in medical knowledge, or as far as his medical knowledge went. so she delivered his message to those above deck without a second thought, to which they nodded their heads.

meanwhile, [name] was making sure nami would be as warm as possible when they reached the island. he put her in the jacket he stole from that other pirate crew, made sure the hood was securely around her head, and then continued to cocoon her in even more layers.

she looked more like a oval-shaped thing rather than a human. but when he expertly tied a rope around her body to attach to his own, he felt secure in knowing she’d be warm and safe. her body was on his back and the crew looked at him as if he were crazy when he emerged from the room.

“what? can’t be too safe!” he pointed out with a grin, “i did a good job, didn’t i?”

luffy clapped his hands in amazement, usopp soon joining. zoro made a comment on how [name] looked like an idiot and sanji didn’t make any snide remarks, simply complimenting him on how he was properly treating nami. vivi had tears in her eyes as she saw [name]’s care that went into making sure nami would be warm for her journey.

on the other hand, he looked greatly underdressed. he only had his shirt and pants on underneath the singular extra layer of a long cloak.

“but [name], you need a jacket,” vivi chimed in, about to go searching for one.

“no, it’s alright, i don’t need it,” [name] shook his head, prepared to find a doctor and getting angsty the longer they were standing still, “let’s get moving already, we need to get nami treated, now.”

"h-hey! hold it right there!" just as [name] touched ground on the island, he was stopped very abruptly. he almost stumbled backwards at the sudden motion because of the uneven weight of nami being on his back. luckily, in time, he steadied himself very quickly. 

he lifted his head from the ground and glared at the civilian that had physically stopped him, "what's your issue?" he asked in a hoarse voice. 

the person's legs seemed to shake from his gaze alone, but their grip on their weapon only tightened. [name]'s eyebrows furrowed at their behavior, about to repeat his question, but they cut him off, "you! you can't come onto this island!"

the crew stopped to watch the scene, vivi about to rush forward and plead for [name]'s case, but his next action made them all still. he reached his arm up and grabbed ahold of the man's collar, "get out of my way." a simple command. his stern voice made the civilian gulp in fear. "or i'll make you move, but if that happens, you won't have your limbs attached to your body," 

"[name]!!" vivi shouted at the threat, rushing forward to force [name]'s hands off of the person, but [name] already dropped the guy, "they're just civilians!!" 

"civilians that are stopping us from getting nami treated," [name] retorted, not looking at the stressed princess in front of him and keeping his gaze trained on the individual. 

"you're a pirate, we know exactly who you are! and we'd rather fight you to the death rather than let you step foot into town," another person cried, making vivi's head whip around in attention. "w-we won't go down like those other towns you've terrorized! we'll fight to protect our home!!"

"please, we sincerely do not have time to waste right now," vivi cried out, motioning frantically to the person on [name]'s back, nami, "she needs a doctor," 

"what? a little news article scare you?" [name] taunted, a smirk on his lips. he was once again ignoring vivi'snpresence, stepping forward as if to incite a reaction.

vivi turned around and shot him a glare, like a mother would to a child that was speaking out in front of her.

[name] didn't help with his next comment either, "the government lies anyway, so don't believe everything you see," 

"the government-" 

"that's enough." a authoritative voice said, breaking the argument up, "there is no need for hostility...they're only here to help their crewmate. if all goes terrible, then we will deal with it when the time comes. for now, let's just get going," 

"that's more of what i like to hear," [name] grinned, shooting a smug look to the civilians that were looking at him in fear, "don't go pissin-" 

vivi clamped her gloved hand on [name]'s face, forced him to bow wirh her hand pressing against the back of his head, and then pushed him forward to follow after the rest of the group. the rest of the crew sighed to see [name] so hostile, wondering if he was always like that. his treatment towards the crew was so different from how he treated the civilians. 

“we need to warn you though, the only doctor we have on this island, is a witch,” the supposed leader of the island said.

[name] grunted as he trudged through the snow, adjusting nami on his back to make sure she wouldn’t slip. sanji was watching carefully in alert, just in case [name] slipped or somehow would mess up and accidentally injure nami in the process.

[name] didn’t speak or complain the entire journey, dead set on getting to a doctor as fast as he can. he did bow respectfully at a passing bear, but other than he conserved his energy to the maximum.

“this is our village, big horn,” the man said as they reached some form of civilization.

[name] tuned out any conversation going on around him, desperately trying not to think about how cold he was. he felt as if he was freezing to the bone, literally. it was as if his inside were hardening to become ice.

he had lost his ability to control his facial expressions, so his face was literally stuck in one expression. eyebrows furrowed together, lips set into a thin line, jaw clenched - it was a rather scary sight only because of how intimidating it was to others. it definitely didn't ease any of the civilians that already recognized his face for the high bounty he had. it only seemed to make him live up to his terrible reputation. 

but in reality, [name] couldn’t change that facial expression even if he wanted to.

he just hopes that he doesn’t lose the nerve feelings on any other parts of his body before they found the supposed witch doctor. but, it seemed that his toes were already losing feeling.

‘my balls are gonna freeze off…’ he thought once more, gritting his teeth as he urged himself to deal with and fight off the freezing cold.

for some reason, instead of leading the crew to a doctor, they were taken to a home. [name] grit his teeth, but tried not to outwardly rejoice in the warm feeling inside of the place.

he felt his own facial features beginning to relax, as if being thawed out by the warmth.

“i appreciate the warm welcome in here,” [name] spoke, stretching his face by extending his jaw to regain control faster, “but our friend seriously needs to see a doctor.”

vivi was scrambling behind him to get nami’s temperature, seeing as she was tied to [name]’s back there was no discussion of un-doing the knots that [name] had done. so she simply angled nami’s face towards her and took her temperature that way.

“107 (42C)!!” vivi exclaimed, making [name] click his tongue.

“come on, man, where’s the doctor? it doesn’t matter if she’s a witch,” sanji said, getting exasperated.

“did you see the insanely tall mountains earlier?”

[name] nodded his head as sanji hummed in confirmation.

“those mountains are known as the drum rockies. do you see the castle at the top of the tallest one in the middle?” [name] looked out the window, nodding once more, “the castle no longer has its king. the only doctor in the land, dr. kureha, lives there. people call her a witch,”

“well, isn’t that just lovely, the farthest place from where we are,” [name] said sarcastically, feeling himself grow bitter at this island, “how convenient,”

“call her right away, tell her we have a critical patient!” sanji said, adding into the urgency of finding the doctor.

“even if we wanted to, there’s no way we can contact her,”

“of course there isn’t,” [name] said, slapping his gloved hand onto his face.

“as a doctor, she’s very skilled. but she’s an eccentric old woman, she’s nearly 140 years old now. and let’s see, she likes pickled plums,” [name] grit his teeth as he saw no point in the conversation. the guy was telling them everything they needed to know except for how to get ahold of the doctor.

at this point, he will have to go up there himself.

plus the fact now the guy was telling strange stories about creatures that had no correlation to helping nami get better. of course, they had to anchor at the most difficult island imaginable.

luffy hummed in thought before rushing over to where [name] was standing, talking to nami on his back, “nami, nami wake up! nami, wake up-”

“idiot, don’t yell at her!” [name] said, turned around and slapping luffy on the head.

“ah, it worked, she woke up! nami, listen we are gonna climb the mountain to get you to the doctor!”

[name] blinked a couple of times before grinning like a madman. luffy always knew how to get things going, no matter the situation.

“what!? what are you talking about?” usopp shouted.

“don’t make nami-san do something like that!” sanji refused.

“luffy, what do you mean?!” vivi asked.

“what’s the problem? we need to hurry, don’t we? [name] will carry her on his back and we will go and talk to this old witch lady,” luffy said, as if it was the simplest thing in the world.

to [name], it was. but it seemed the others didn’t think so.

“oi, [name] you can’t possibly think this is the right course of action!” usopp said, hoping that [name] would be able to talk their captain out of his antics, but [name] shook his head.

“no, i agree,” [name] said very simply, “if we wait here, nami dies. if we go up that mountain, at least we’d have a chance in seeing the doctor. i’m not waiting here and watching nami die,”

when he used the word so casually, sanji got more irritated.

”she won’t die and could you two please use your heads for once?! nami-san can’t make that journey!”

“it won’t matter if she herself can or can’t, we’re taking her up that mountain!” [name] shouted, getting irritated at everyone. “nami will have me and luffy there, that’s more than enough reliability!”

“what if you guys fall from that height?! any normal person will die,”

“i’ll be the one to break that fall,” [name] said easily, looking bored with all their questions.

“i stretch, so i’m not normal,” luffy said simply, stretching his face with his fingers for emphasis.

“you guys-”

“we need to…” nami’s weak voice spoke from behind [name], making him turn his head towards her, “we need to hurry, for vivi,”

luffy grinned at her words, picking up on her tone exactly what she meant.

“captain, [name], i’m counting on you,” she said, letting her head rest completely on [name]’s shoulder as she finished her sentence.

“see! just leave it to us, we’ll take care of it!”

“you’ll wake up, nami, and you’ll feel so much better,” [name] said in confidence to the navigator, not minding the looks that the others were giving him.

they walked out of the home, [name]’s teeth almost instantly chattering at the cold climate. but he clenched his jaw to prevent anyone else from hearing and dealt with it with a stoic face.

“i’m going too!” sanji said, desperate to play a role in nami getting better.

“if you’re really going, then i won’t stop you. but please, at least go from the other side, there are lapins on this course ahead,” [name] tilted his head, wondering what lapins were. “fierce, carnivorous rabbits. if you encounter a pack of them, you’re as good as dead.”

[name] shrugged, motioning to the sword at his waist, “i’ll cut them all up,”

“i’ll kick ‘em away,” sanji added in, but it only made dalton look at them as if they were crazy.

“are you serious?! you’ll be walking into your deaths,” luffy and sanji waved off the man's concerns, allowing [name] some time to talk to the princess.   

“vivi,” [name] spoke softly to the woman, walking up to her side and looking down at her with a gentle smile, “i promise i’ll make our trip quick so we can go to alabasta as soon as possible,”

“please, don’t feel burdened to rush — this is nami’s life, so be sure to-”

“hey, don’t worry your pretty little head about anything,” [name] chuckled, ruffling her hair and causing a mess of her blue locks, “i’m telling you this specifically to calm your nerves and worries in the first place, princess!”

she blushed furiously at his comment, clutching her fists at her sides.

“so take it easy while we get nami feeling better,” he said, sounding almost as if he were scolding her. “i always keep my ends of promises, so that’s one thing you don’t have to worry about,” he joked, earning a weak chuckle from her.

“you’re terrible, [name],” she said hopelessly, internally scolding herself. deep down she knew [name] really would stay true to his word. with how determined he was to see nami get better back on the ship, there's no way he wouldn't ensure she got her treatment.

“come on, shit for brains, we are on a schedule, if you didn’t know!!!” sanji shouted, interrupting [name] and vivi’s conversation.

[name] rolled his eyes, already going to walk ahead, “alright, alright, sorry!” he shot vivi one last smile before turning around and adjusting the grip he had on nami. once he felt secure enough, he announced, “i’m going!!!” and then ran ahead to go up the mountain.

sanji and luffy followed closely behind, luffy laughing his head off as sanji berated [name] for, “not running gently enough for nami-san!” in the distance, they could faintly hear usopp and vivi wishing them a safe journey.

“nami, you’re strong,” [name] whispered, only for the girl to hear, “so hold on a little longer, then you can rest for as long as you want. i promise — when you wake up! you’ll feel fine!”

“[name]’s gone crazy, he started talking to himself!” luffy joked with sanji, making [name] throw a snowball at his head in retaliation.

luffy was about to throw one back, but sanji kicked him to put him to a stop.

this made luffy’s laughter ring in the snowy mountains, with sanji’s grumbling, [name]’s strained exhales, and nami’s bated breath all quietly following their captain’s loud cackles.

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Taking candy for a fool part 8

The next time you came to the factory, you had a pair of noise canceling earbuds so you wouldn’t have to hear the screams. You felt like a garbage human for it but realistically, it’s all you could do. At least keep out the mental damage of hearing living creatures scream for an hour.

After the usual time had passed, you made your way back to the boy’s room. You saw someone creeping around in the back through the halls, but they were far too massive to be a human. You thought it was a little too soon for a candy critter to slip out of their room right after the harvest, but you decided not to questions it without the boys.

The boy’s faces seemed to brightened when you came in, which made you feel happier that you were at least giving them positive emotions.

“Better…Seeing you certainly cheers us up.” Sunny smiled before taking another sip of syrup. You watched as the candy glass of his ray’s slowly grew as he drank. It was truly a marvel to watch these two heal, despite how awful it was that they had to. “It’s nice to have a friend to look forward to seeing.”

Moon’s hat grew like hair before connecting the ends together, a Moondrop forming at the base.

“What’s it like when you shed naturally?” You asked, trying not to stare.

“Well, for one it doesn’t hurt.” Sunny smiled. “but that’s probably obvious. Usually the outer candy shells just kind of fall off, and we can just kind of shake like a dog and loose it all.”

“Do you look all mangled and show your skeleton?” You asked with interest.

“Mangled, kind of. Skeleton, no.” Moon cleared up. “Usually, the candy already has started to regrow at that point so we still have some covering our endo skeleton’s.”

You thought for a minute, thinking of what had happened the other day on your way out, with the taffy creatures.

“You said most of you started with metal skeletons…but what about the taffy guys? They don’t seem to have bones.” You asked.

Both stopped drinking their syrup and looked nervous. “The taffy puppets, uh…” Sun started, squirming as he clenched his feeding tube tightly.

“They don’t…they’re very unique. We really don’t know what they started as. They might have started as just the masks or something." Moon said uncomfortably. "We don’t know. And…we honestly avoid them. They’re weird in an…unsafe feeling sense, you know?”

“We never know when nightmarionne come’s out, and when he does, it’s chaotic. Only his brother’s can calm him down. He’s…killed before.” Sun frowned.

“Not that we wouldn’t take a chance at revenge if we could…” Moon mumbled. As Moon said this, He appeared to have finished healing, but seemed to have extra syrup. He absent mindedly tucked it down near a hold in the floor that was previously covered by a pillow.

You gasped as something red came out of the hole, and gently took the tube from Moon.

You gasped at the sight of red fingertips, pulling the tubbing through the hole. You watched more syrup drain through it.

“Who…who is that?” You asked cautiously.

Moon jolted slightly, as if seeming to realize that his friend was outed. He looked at you, concern, and fear on his face.

“Moon I won’t tell anyone, you know that. I wouldn’t hurt you or your friends like that.” You told him quickly.

He looked at Sun before putting the tube away. “Okay but…you need to know that…Fazbear thinks he’s dead.” Sun said before giving the wall a couple prominent knocks.

You hear shuffling behind their door before it creaked open, showing larger candy being. You’ve never seen him before, but he felt familiar.

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HANDS ON YOU — 004

IN WHICH; ILAND 2 happened and you debuted first place as the leader of LUMIÉRE. Having been told that your group is involved in a lore crossover with ENHYPEN, you navigate work, friendship, and love while trying to make it in an industry filled with animosity and condemnation. When life throws you lemons, you gotta make lemonades chuck it right back!

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❥･• chapter 4 — dog-eater…?

"I can't believe you got lost searching for a vending machine," Minjung-unnie hurriedly drags Mai over to where we are in the waiting area. "I'm sorry! I just really need some sugar intake," Mai sheepishly scratches the back of her neck, visibly apologetic for making her members wait. You can tell that everyone is on edge, and rightfully so, considering the intense training that all of you have put into preparing for this moment.

You notice Mai shifting uncomfortably in her stage outfit, presumably affected by the tension that has somehow permeated the atmosphere of the girls. “It’s okay, just don’t run off by yourself again yeah?” You placed a reassuring pat on her shoulder, and Mai gratefully deflates into your touch.

"How do you look... fine? I'm literally about to throw up." Yuna turns to look at you, her voice barely above a whisper but instead of replying to her, you shot Yuna a teasing smile only to have her jokingly roll her eyes at you. You'd be lying if you said you weren't nervous, you dreamt of this moment for as long as you have been training for it, imagining yourself confidently answering questions with poise and charm.

Now, facing the reality of being in the spotlight, a mix of excitement and anxiety consumes you. Even with a meticulously memorised script from yesterday, you can't help but feel the churning in your stomach, finding solace in having skipped lunch that day.

The corridors echo with the hurried footsteps of the production staff, their voices mingling with the hum of electronic equipment. You watch as Sunghoon and Wonyoung meticulously rehearse their lines, ensuring they are well-prepared for any anomalies that may occur.

Your heart nearly drops to the pits of your stomach when the production staff directs you and your group to make your way onto the tiny platform they have squeezed into the box set. Subtly, you share a smile with Sunghoon as you walk past him up the steps. "Nervous?" he asks, noticing your trembling hands. You nod in response.

"Don't be, just stick to the script and you'll do amazing."

"Not if I have the tendency to somehow screw things up."

"You're being dramatic," Ray sarcastically cuts into your conversation but call it leader instincts or whatever, you just know she's probably the most freaked out one among the rest of you. Proven right, when you feel her fingers finding their way up your arm, tugging onto them.

"You got this Ray, no sweat." You jokingly dig your fingers into the sides of her ribcage and you giggle as she shoots you a warning glare, “I'll eat your dog alive." She threatens and you swear you caught an offended gasp escaping from both Sunghoon's and Wonyoung's lips.

"Please excuse her, I swear she's not a dog-eater." Sunghoon laughs as he watches you desperately trying to explain the questionable humour your bandmate held, and Wonyoung subtly giggles behind her cue cards. You mentally curse Ray in your head for once again having no filter when you hear the director signal for all of you to stand by.

With a steady voice, you begin to deliver your lines, relying on the script that you had so diligently memorized. Occasionally, you catch glimpses of the production crew's reactions, their smiles, and nods of approval driving the initial jitters to give way to growing confidence, buoyed by the energy of the moment.

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Pt 6 - And if I loved you any less, I’d be able to talk about it more

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Crosshair set to try new things in the week building up to the harvest festival. The local citizens of Pabu got to know him more and he began to grow familiar with the layout of the land but more so with the idea of just getting to be as he was.

No where to run, no need to think of a strategy to escape and no need to bring to the fore front of his mind what he had to endure.

He stopped himself.

He never wanted to think of it again, Tantiss.

Crosshair swam up to the docks but lingered to look back at the rising sun, the water was pristine and the golden rays began to shimmer across the surface but as much as he tried to not think of you, he couldn’t.

If you were here, you would have commented about the way this daily occurrence holds the magic to be something new everyday, while he struggled with change of any sort.

But as he watched he began to understand your point of view, that you could love something and yet give it the space to evolve to only continue to love it nonetheless.

He waded his hand through the water which had now become laced with sunlight glitter as he had a moment to himself, hidden near the wooden piers, forgotten by his brothers and lost to the thoughts in his head but just as he had looked up to pull himself out of the water, he saw a shadow pass overhead.

He hid himself out of instinct and watched as a pair of tan legs sunk into the water. Now he gripped himself behind the column. He knew who it was instantly. His heart began to beat faster, one because he had somehow summoned you, second because now he couldn’t escape without being seen.

Crosshair composed himself, his tracker eyes craving to look at his target. He tilted his head, to catch a glimpse of your elegance and it brought him back to all the hidden moments he stole away when he was working with the empire.

Fool. His thoughts raged against him.

You had loved him through it all. Even when he was wrong.

His chest began to hurt, it physically made him ill to know how he had wronged you. How he was the first to pull away and now as the soft daylight danced across your skin, he wanted to vanish into the depths below.

He was a coward to ask for forgiveness.

You loved the sun even as it changed everyday while he looked away the very moment there was a slight inconvenience. He looked away from the one thing that kept him going.

All the peace he had from the swim had now vanished into a state of despair when,

“Crosshair?”, he heard your voice and he froze.

Everything became silent, the gentle waves, his roaring heart, all he felt was the warmth of the sun and the cold comfort of the water.

Peace, it had come back to him.

He turned to look at you, his eyes making contact with yours that time had now finally stopped.

“I didn’t know you were here.”, you looked embarrassed while he could not focus.

Your hair sticking across your face like strokes of paint across a canvas, your bare shoulder shimmering with the water’s touch, he was lucid dreaming and words were not being formed.

All his snarky comebacks died in the base of his throat, he wanted to pull you close so he gripped the piers instead.

He watched realisation settle on your face when it hit him on how he would have looked to you right this second.

“Sorry to have disturbed you.”, you raised your hands in defence.

“No.”, he said abruptly shaking his head softly and you stilled.

“No you didn’t.”, he waded towards you before his mind could tell him no.

You waited for him, unlike the Harvest festival where you bolted the moment you saw him.

A lot had happened that night. You knew Crosshair was not one to use his words for flattery or nonsense. He used it like every syllable was precious, he didn’t speak if there was no need to but his actions would always follow through.

Like how he was the first to notice your absence and find you at the pier.

How in the darkness, you felt his fingers find yours even though there was a rift between you both.

How he wanted to show you that your criticism of his lack of communication had been worked on and that he was trying in the ways he could.

“I was hoping to score a dance with you.”, he had said then, his hands waiting in yours for permission.

“You know I always reserve the first one for you.”, you responded and that was all he needed, to reel you in gently, his hand finding the curve of your waist effortlessly as though he had you memorised like his rifle.

He lead you in a dance that needed no music and you couldn’t help but be mesmerised at his quiet love. It was only for you to know and understand.

You drew closer to him, to lay your head on his chest as you swayed, he stopped.

Tilting your chin up to look at him, his eyes were focused in the distance before he found your gaze.

“If I never confess my true feelings because of the fear it will be ripped away from me, then I let the Empire win.”, he said and it startled you. But he didn’t give you time to settle in as he continued.

His hands finding their way up to your shoulder as he bent down to level your gaze.

“So this is my defiance, my one true secret I have held on to for living hope, I am and have always been in love with you.”, he spoke those words like it was a part of him.

“Now you hold the one true weapon that even the Empire does not.”, he let go of your shoulders while his sagged with relief, his eyes searching yours fervently for your answer.

“Do with it what you will.”, he said softly as he opened his arms wide as though he was asking you to take a shot. And that if you did, it would be the end for him.

To him standing with his armour on to now with his skin revived by the sea, you had not given him an answer then. He walked away before you could. His silver hair had grown back for it to start to curl at the ends but now it was slicked back as he ran his hand through it.

The silence had stretched a second longer when he broke it.

“About what I said at the Harvest festival.”, he looked away unsure on what to say next.

You knew what he was going to do.

He had to think this through, if he could take back what he said in the chances of keeping you close, would he do it?

Were you going to run away again?

If he said he didn’t mean it or if it was a mistake, would he at least be able to salvage this friendship?

But before he could go and say something he didn’t mean.

You tugged him close to stop him from saying anything else by kissing him. It had been enough. This torturous distance. This was your answer.

He stilled, his arms were frozen, his eyes witnessing your act but yet unable to believe what he was seeing.

Your lips found his and everything in the world felt right. You ran your fingers up his neck to catch the ends of his hair, no answer you could have worded could convey what you felt as perfectly as this.

But it took lesser than a second for him to react, for his hands to find you and draw you closer as he took over and deepened the kiss like a man who had just returned from war.

The war of a lifetime where it was either his life or his sanity, but now, as he felt your breath cascade over his lips, he was restored.

Tantiss was a fever dream that he crawled out the pits of hell to now be embraced by the angel of his dreams. He dug his fingers into your waist as his desires could not be restrained any further. He picked you up and you wrapped your legs around his hips.

Your chest was pressed up against his as he angled your head to kiss the underside of your jaw. His lips travelling down your neck to the depths below as you gasped.

“If I ever mess this up again.”, he spoke as his lips hovered over your skin, you reached for his chin to tilt his face to you. He looked ethereal in this light as though he was asking for forgiveness.

“We’ll work through it together.”, you said firmly, as you drew his face closer to find his lips again, you had been denied of him long enough.

“If I ever run off again.”, you whispered, your eyes drowning in his.

“I’ll come find you.”, he replied, his voice dripping like honey as his lips tilted up.

“Now kiss me again.”, you demanded and his eyes turned heavy lidded as though he didn’t want any more distractions.

“How impatient.”, he said with sarcasm as his lips claimed yours again, the oceans waves drowning out his hungry moans as the deck above hid you from the public eye.

All was forgiven in love and Pabu.

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서울 SEOUL CITY ANTHEM “the song is about you.”

| 둘 TRACK OO2. GREAT OPPORTUNITY

Here she was, standing in front of the music cafe that was right next to her campus, awaiting to be judged by these absolute strangers to see if she were worthy enough to be apart of this band. she sucked in a breath adjusting her guitar case that was strapped around her body.

to say she was nervous was an understatement, yn does enjoy singing and playing her guitar, but only around people who she knew. this felt like a big step even for her.

the girl snapped out of her head, pressing her lips together, tightly holding onto her bag strap. it was time, i needed this, i know i do, i deserve it. and so she walked in.

the sounds of people interacting filled her ears, along with cinnamon girl by lana del ray playing in the background. eyes wandering the beautiful cafe, her orbs landed on the same guy she had met yesterday.

the boy smiled at the girl, giving her a look of amusement. i wonder if he was auditioning as well.

yn walked over to him and he just stared at her. he was leaning against the the wall with the most ‘i want you’ expression.

to be honest, he was a fairly attractive looking guy, he had black hair that was slightly permed, pink plumped lips, and just very tall. the last time the girl saw him, she never really observed him since she wasn’t really fully there in the moment.

“its good to see you again.” the boy said to her, crossing his arms.

“its good to see a familiar face.” yn replied, perking her lips up.

“follow me, ill lead you to where the the rest of my bandmates are.”

and thats when she paused, eyes widening.

“you’re not auditioning? you’re apart of the band?” she questioned him.

“yeah..”

“okay. can i get your name?”

“kim sunwoo. now follow me unless you don’t want to audition.” he says, turning around and walking towards a door that says ‘NVRMND AUDITIONS.’

they both entered the room as eyes started landing on them. there wasn’t much people, just a good handful. the band wasn’t too popular since they were yet to release a song.

“yn! hey, welcome.” heeseung smiled. he was laying back on a couch next to two other guys that the girl didn’t know. one guy had a soft look to him, he waved at her and she waved back.

meanwhile the other guy had a nice mullet that framed his structured face well, he wore these hooped earrings, and just had a cold look plastered across his face.

the mullet boy was on his phone, he shifted his gaze to yn, locking eye contact with her, proceeding to roll his eyes.

that was rude. what the heck.

“okay yn you can sit down right there.” heeseung pointed at the chair that was placed right in front of the 3 boys. sunwoo stood by the door— once again leaning against the frame.

“okay.” she sat down on the chair, taking her guitar out of her case.

all eyes were on her now, she strapped her guitar around her petite body. glancing up, she saw the mullet boy looking back at her. his gaze was dull as if he didn’t want to be there.

yn gulped before clearing her throat. “okay so im going to be singing i know you know by CHSKA.”

the boys all nodded, watching as yn’s fingers gently played her guitar.

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| SEOUL CITY ANTHEM: angel, the song that blew korea away, the song they both wrote about you. -> one day, as you were walking around your campus, you see a flyer for vocalist auditions for a band: nvrmnd, since you weren’t satisfied with your current college life, you decide to take the chance. you never expected to become bandmates with YANG JUNGWON and KIM SUNWOO, you also never expected to be the girl the boys wrote about in the hit song everyone loved.

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chapter four: #taejin 4 life

pairing : hueningkai x non idol! reader  summary : kai was never the type to go out of his way to befriend his little sisters friends, yet somehow he was convinced. and instead of simply befriending her, he fell for her. word count : 0.9k

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by the time the four of you arrived at the restaurant, yunjin was visibly nervous, which was a frightening new sight. since meeting her, you had looked more into her, and found her to be so overwhelmingly confident and cool. yet the girl before you trembled at even the mention of a boy. in a way, it was adorable how much she cared.

“just talk to him, hiyyih will carry the conversation if needed.” yuna reassured, rubbing her hand up and down the blondes arm. “you’re pretty, and talented, and kind - he’d be a fool to not see you.”

the blonde simply nodded, putting on a brave face as she led the group into the restaurant, holding herself with faux confidence as she spoke.

“who is ‘he’?” you asked bahiyyih, a confused look etched across your face. “yunjins ex?”

bahiyyih simply laughed quietly, shaking her head as she looked around the room the four of you had been seated in, checking to make sure kai and his friends were not near by. “no, taehyun-hyung, her crush.” she smiled, taking a moment to glance over at yunjin with nervous eyes. “she’s liked him since i introduced them a bit back, but he never takes a moment to even glance at her. i'm their biggest shipper, when taejin happens i'll be the best man!”

“oh,” you mumbled, glancing back towards the other two - yuna off in her own world plotting and yunjin too nervous to do much more then stare at her phone. “he’ll be here tonight?”

all bahiyyih could do was nod as you became aware of three new boys in the room.

the shortest, who you would later learn was taehyun himself, seemed like childhood love. he was kind with everything he did, down to the way he breathed. but he was also nervous with it all. his hands never left his side as they fidgeted, as he tried to make himself even smaller and hide behind his glasses, or behind the other two boys. you understood what captivated yunjin about him. as the night went on, taehyun (or ‘tyun’ as he was so affectionately called) became more and more like a cat. he was standoffish at first, but was quick to warm up to you. so attentive, and swift with his motions that you could see his kind intentions behind them. he complimented everything about yunjin so well, and you truly hoped the best for them.

the next boy you were introduced to was beomgyu, who instantly became your friend. in a way, he reminded you of a friend you make on vacation, so quickly connecting over the smallest things - 'you watched spongebob growing up? so did i!' - and furthering your friendship from there. he was easy to talk to, far easier then tyun at first, and he was a chaotic force - yet somehow in a positive way. he was calculated with his actions; raising his voice slightly when trying to get a joke across, or moving closer to a person to try and gossip. he spent far too long laughing at one joke, or fretting over something completely irrelevant, and it was like a breath of fresh summer air.

then there was hueningkai , or kai as he had begged you to call him, bahiyyih’s older brother. the same boy who had complained about not liking meeting new people, yet the moment you met him he was simply a pure ray of sunshine. he knew what to say, how to say it, and when to say it - along with what not to say, which was surprising considering most boys had no real grasp on that concept. he also knew how to simply be respectful, bowing, and speaking formally even after he was told that it was so far from necessary, he still insisted. but arguably the best thing about him was when he smiled - you could tell it was not the same forced smiles many give. a real smile, from the heart. and he was funny, but not the type of funny where you had to be mean to someone else to make a joke. a rare, genuine, type of funny. he was intoxicating with everything he did, and even though he attempted to swallow them, his laughs were tied for what could be the best part of him. they weren’t the same ‘laughing to be polite’ laughs you had grown accustomed to in school, but yet something of their own genre completely. laughs where no matter how hard he tried to restrain them, one or two small giggles would escape and the room would instantly light up.

you decided, then in there in that small little restaurant, that hueningkai was the boy of your dreams. he wasn't inconsiderate like the boys at your school, or the boys in america in general to be honest, and he wasn't some ego-fuelled maniac that believed since he was an idol, and famous, he was above the rest. he was truly the night in shining armour every little girl dreamed of - the prince charming who always saved the princess.

hueningkai, you decided, no matter how long it took, would be yours. or at least, yours before you left again. moments were always fleeting, especially when one of you was a college student in another country and the other a famous idol.

this would be a challenge.

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"My children! Where are my children!?" A familiar cry fills your ears as you stand near the river, watching as a woman kneels on the water's edge.

The chilling night air seems to thicken, with a palpable sense of dread enveloping you as her cries pierce the stillness. Her plea, a haunting lament for her lost children, sends shivers down your spine. Once again, you find yourself a spectator, watching her cries echo for the world to hear. Finally, gaining enough courage to step forward, your voice barely a whisper against the howling wind, "Are you okay? Do you need—?" But your words get cut off when the woman lunges, hands outstretched, aiming for your throat.

Panic seizes you—a primal fear that you're about to meet your end at the hands of this tormented soul. And then she is upon you, her weight bearing down, her screeches filling your ears, a sound so terrifying it seems to echo across realms, a call to the children she will never find.

Her fingers, cold and unyielding, wrap around your neck, squeezing the breath from your lungs. You struggle against her grip, but her strength is otherworldly, her anguish fueling a rage that seems to darken the very air around you.

"My children! Give me my children!"

You can feel her pain, her loss, and her unending torment as it seeps into your very being, threatening to consume you. As she falls upon you, her cries become all you can hear—a cacophony of grief that drowns out all else. Her form collapses onto you, the pressure unbearable, her screeches piercing your soul.

Her face is a grotesque mask of grief and rage, her eyes bleeding and her mouth agape in a silent scream that threatens to swallow your soul.

"Give them back—"

You jolt awake, gasping for air, the echo of her cries still ringing in your ears. Sweat coats your skin, your heart races, and the darkness of your room feels suffocating and oppressive.

Your eyes, heavy and bagged from nights of restless sleep, barely register the dawn creeping through your curtains. Despite the exhaustion that sinks deep into your bones, you drag yourself out of bed, determined to face another day. Lately, the physical manifestations of your gift's toll have become more frequent, a concern you've shoved to the back of your mind, too much to do.

The dawn greets you with a hesitant embrace as you make your way towards your shop, the cobblestone streets of Encanto barely stirring under the soft light. The sun, a shy observer at first, gradually asserts its dominance in the sky, painting the town in hues of gold and warmth that seem to promise a day of tranquility and hope. The air is crisp, carrying with it the promise of a new beginning, as you pass only a few early risers, their nods of acknowledgment a silent testament to the shared ritual of greeting another day.

As you walk, a faint sweet smell tickles your nostrils, elusive and yet distinctly present amidst the morning air. You pause, trying to pinpoint its origin, but the scent dances away as quickly as it came, leaving you with a sense of inexplicable nostalgia. Shaking your head, you dismiss it as a trick of the mind, perhaps a memory clinging to the edges of your consciousness, and continue on your path.

Arriving at your shop, the familiar sight of its facade brings a sense of comfort. The building, with its aged wood and vibrant hanging flowers, stands as a beacon of solace and understanding in the heart of Encanto. You unlock the door, stepping into the quiet sanctuary you've built, the air inside cool and welcoming.

The first task is to invite warmth and light into the space. You slide open the curtains, allowing the sunlight to spill across the floor, its rays catching on the motes of dust in a lazy dance. The room brightens, the shadows retreating to the corners, as if in respect for the day's work ahead.

Next, you light the incense, the spark catching easily, the flame briefly illuminating your focused expression before giving way to a thin trail of smoke. The scent of sage fills the room, cleansing and purifying, creating an atmosphere of calm and preparation. You move with practiced ease, setting out tea in delicate cups, the liquid a rich amber, its steam carrying whispers of comfort and peace.

With everything in place, you stand at the center of your shop, closing your eyes for a brief moment to offer a prayer. It's a simple plea for guidance and strength, a request for clarity in the day's dealings, for the ability to offer solace and understanding to those who seek it. The words, spoken silently to the morning light, are a promise to yourself as much as they are a petition to the unseen forces that guide your hand.

As you open your eyes, ready to face the day, a sudden muffled crinkling sound fills your ears, accompanied by a high-pitched tone that seems to come from nowhere and everywhere all at once. Your vision flickers, the edges of your sight blurring as if the world is trying to fade away. It lasts no more than a few heartbeats, but the disorientation is profound, leaving you grasping at the counter for support, a hand pressed to your temple as you struggle to steady yourself.

For a moment, you stand there, the echoes of the sound still lingering in your mind, the sensation unsettling in its unfamiliarity. You shake it off, a determined set to your jaw as you write it off to being tired, perhaps the remnants of a restless night's sleep. It's a lie, a small deception you tell yourself to push through the uncertainty, to maintain the semblance of normalcy in a life that is anything but ordinary.

With a deep breath, you straighten, casting one last glance around the shop, now ready to welcome those in search of guidance. The day awaits, and with it, the promise and challenge of the unknown. You step forward, the guardian of this threshold, ready to meet whatever comes with open arms and an open heart.

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The day passes in a blur of faces and voices, spirits and the living mingling in the space of your shop until it's time to close up. As you say goodbye to a departing customer, you're startled by the sudden appearance of Camilo, his usual grin in place as he leans against the doorframe.

"Closing up shop? Or trying to escape before I can bother you?" he teases, stepping inside as you start to pack up.

You let out a sigh, the weariness of the day weighing heavily on your shoulders. Despite your exhaustion, you muster a semblance of your usual spirit. "If only it were that easy to escape your antics, Madrigal. Unfortunately, I seem to be stuck with you."

Camilo's grin widens, stepping further into the room, his presence filling the space with an energy you find both infuriating and oddly comforting. "Ah, but you have to admit, life would be dreadfully boring without me."

You chuckle, a soft, tired sound that belies the sharpness of your next words. "Boring? Perhaps. Peaceful? Definitely. Imagine all the things I could get done without you turning up like a bad penny."

There's a beat of silence, and you expect Camilo to come back with a clever retort, something to spark off your usual back-and-forth that somehow always leaves you both laughing. But instead, there's a shift in the air, a change in Camilo's demeanor that catches you off guard; he looks at you, really looks at you, his eyes tracing the lines of exhaustion that mark your face

His smile fades, his posture softens, and when he speaks again, his voice is laced with genuine concern. "Hey, are you okay? You seem...off today. More tired than usual."

Your defenses rise, irritation prickling at the back of your neck. You're not used to Camilo being this observant, this gentle. It's unsettling. "Off? I'm fine. Just tired of cleaning up the messes you leave in your wake."

Camilo flinches, the playful glint in his eyes dimming. He steps closer, his movements tentative. "I didn't realize I was causing you so much trouble. I... I just thought we were having fun."

You want to snap at him, to tell him that not everything is a joke, that you're not always in the mood for his games. But as you look into his eyes, seeing the sincerity and the unspoken apology there, your resolve wavers.

He raises a hand, as if to reach out to you, to bridge the gap between jest and earnest concern. But then he hesitates, the hand dropping back to his side as if he's unsure of his welcome.

Your sharpness, your readiness to bite back, fades as quickly as it came. You're left feeling exposed, the fatigue and the frustrations of the day suddenly too heavy to bear alone. "I'm sorry, Camilo," you admit, the fight draining out of you. "It's not you, not really. I'm just...tired. Worn thin."

Camilo nods, understanding dawning in his eyes. "I get it. And I'm sorry, too. I should've seen it sooner." He offers a small, tentative smile, an olive branch extended in the hope of forgiveness. "And...I know I don't show it, but don't have to pretend with me, you know. If something's wrong, you can tell me."

You're surprised by his sincerity, the earnestness in his voice catching you off guard. For a moment, you consider opening up, sharing the weight of your nightmares and the toll they've taken on you. But the thought of revealing that vulnerability, especially to Camilo, makes you hesitate so, you change the subject. "Will you walk with me to the house for dinner? I could use the company."

Camilo nods, the worry still etched in his features, but he respects your wish to move past the moment. "Of course, I'll walk with you."

You return the smile, albeit weakly, a silent acknowledgement of the truce between you. "Thank you for caring, Camilo," you say, the words soft but sincere, a small admission of the comfort his concern brings.

He steps forward, this time without hesitation, and though he doesn't touch you, his presence is a solid, reassuring thing. "Always," he says simply, and in that moment, you realize that beneath the jokes and the pranks, Camilo's friendship is a constant, unwavering thing.

And as you both leave the shop together, the weight on your shoulders feels just a little bit lighter.

***Hello, everyone! Hope you enjoyed this chapter; I'm slowly but surely am introducing Y/N's gift (though you know it from the description) in a way that just doesn't dump it on you in the first chapter.

This also allows me to build on how she got it as well as her parents and bisabuela (i didn't forget them, I got a plan for the angst muwahahah).

Also, thank you for being patient. It wasn't easy going to my aunt's funeral and I'm happy that you all understood and didn't rush me to update, so hope the Camilo interaction suffixed. See you all next time~

p.S - Did y'all peep who the first part of the chapter was on??? I made it pretty easy to guess tho, hahah.

[jmrothwell]

Prompt: Pool Party

Slices of Summer(Five): A look at the band’s first summer together. Can they figure out boundaries, communication, visibility, among other things and still enjoy their summer?

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After the Orpheum gig Julie’s dad was insistent on how proud he was of her and the guys. However, after learning the band had agreed to the gig with no written contract and essentially almost didn’t get paid-luckily Flynn stepped in to rectify that at the last minute-he further insisted that he take over coordinating gigs. He further went on to argue that Julie and Flynn were still only teenagers and he didn’t want them to get taken advantage of. Alex also suspected Ray had insisted on taking over scheduling gigs as a way to force the band to slow down and just be kids for a bit. 

Judging by the pace and types of gigs they’d been getting booked it was either that or everyone was not giving Flynn enough credit for her managerial skills. So Alex wasn’t exactly sure what to suspect when Ray excitedly announced that he’d found them their first summer gig. On one hand a pool party seemed par for the course, on the other hand that pool party being hosted by a Sorority house as part of their end of school year blow out was a little unexpected.

Julie had put Alex in charge of keeping Luke and Reggie under control while she went and got everything set up. Also known as, let me figure out how to set up the fake projector so it was out of the way but still looked like it was acting like a projector. Alex figured it would be a difficult task, he did not expect to keep losing the pair every few minutes. More specifically he didn’t expect to keep losing Reggie, after some time Luke seemed pretty content hanging out by the stage.

Every time Alex found Reggie, he was busy chattering away with someone new. A few were attempts at flirting that had Alex rolling his eyes. Reggie seemed to think he needed to put on some sort of persona for half his flirting attempts, those were always the hardest to watch for Alex. Most of the time when he caught Reggie, he had somehow managed to hone in on some detail of his conversation ‘partner’ that he would ramble on about. So far Alex has heard him discussing astronomy, the pros and cons of invisibility, astrology, the dangers of genies, and of course various conversations of food-among other things.

The time Alex went to find Reggie and discovered Reggie had found a dog was the highlight of the party by far. He outwardly begrudgingly acquiesced and spent some time fawning over the dog with Reggie. Luke actually had been sent to rescue the both of them from that particular interaction.  

With all the chasing Reggie around the time for the set snuck up on Alex far quicker than he expected. Parties for him were usually long burdensome things stuffed with anxiety as he tried to navigate how to socialize with people. There had been few exceptions to that rule. Guess being dead and playing babysitter were on that list now. 

The set itself actually turned out to be one of their better ones. All the recharge time they’d spent seemed to have helped relax everyone. It felt more like they were just playing around with friends, only in this case their friend group extended to a crowd of college students. The energy was great, and of course the interactions between the band and the audience only helped to enhance everything.

Alex felt like he was flying after the set. He didn’t even really complain as he followed Reggie around the party. It took a few conversations before he realized that Reggie’s one sided conversations weren’t as lively as usual. He thought his mind was playing tricks on him at first. Then after they caught up wit and started hanging out with Julie and Luke again, he saw the glances they kept exchanging and the looks towards Reggie when they thought he wasn’t looking. 

“What’s going on with you?” Alex pulled Reggie to the side and stared him down. Reggie just looked at him confused, before smiling at him. Alex glared at the attempted deflection he knew was coming.

“Just enjoying the party, man.” Reggie chuckled before patting Alex’s shoulder and tried to step around him. Reggie’s smile faltered a bit as Alex blocked his way.

“Don’t lie to me, Reg.” Alex sighed as he glanced behind him. Of course Luke was hovering nearby, Julie doing her best to pull him away without looking like she was pulling on air. “In case you forgot I basically stalked you this entire party, and you very clearly are  not enjoying the party now as much as you. What happened?”

Reggie sighed and also glanced towards Luke and Julie before smiling, “It’s really nothing. It’s just, it’s not the same. I know it’s not the same but I was fine with that before because I didn’t think it’d ever be the same ever again but then the beach happened and things were the same again, Alex, and we don’t even know why. So I tried to go back to when everything was not the same, but I guess it’s just hard after they were, y’know.”

Alex tried to follow along with Reggie’s rapid-fire speaking. The bassist almost seemed like he was forcing it out but looked a little relieved now that he’d shared his, weirdly phrased, thoughts with somebody. Regardless it made a strange sort of sense to Alex. Reggie always thrived off interacting with others. He was the one who could always find someone to talk to regardless of the situation. So of course Reggie would be acting oddly after having had a taste of being visible at the beach like he had.

“I get it Reg,” Alex finally stated and watched Reggie somehow both curl in on himself and smile brighter. “Do you wish it hadn’t happened?”

“No! ….yes. It’s complicated.” Reggie was definitely trying to maintain eye contact with the ground now. “It was awesome being able to hang out with Julie like that, I don’t think I’d want to trade it for anything, but,”

“No buts.” Alex cut off his friend. Reggie definitely was glowering at him. “Seriously, take it from someone who has a brain that likes to run through every worst case scenario and question every decision. You let yourself linger too long on the ‘buts’ and you will just end up drowning in self doubt and regret. If you had a good time that’s what you should focus on.”

Reggie looked doubtful and also like he was ready to protest again. Alex wasn’t having that so he kept going, “Also you do realize that now that you and Luke have proven we can go visible without having to perform we are definitely going to figure out a way to do it again, right? No way in hell this was a one time thing.”

“True.” Reggie was definitely standing taller now, his grin as bright as always. Then he chuckled as he grabbed Alex around the shoulders and moved to rejoin Luke and Julie, “Aren’t we usually the ones giving you the pep talks?”

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AN: That’s Summer Prompt 5 Complete! Goin a little out of list order, but it works better this way! I wasn’t really planning all of these to be tenuously connected when I started but that’s what has happened anyway. I also really wanted to end this with a snarky comment from Alex but the snark escapes me. Hope you enjoy and let me know what you think. My JATP Fanfic Masterlist

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heartstrings // chapter 22: reflection

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taehyun has a lot on his mind. though yeonjun’s words had made him think a lot, he still walks the act of stubbornness towards his dream. he's loathe y/n all these years and has just recently learned the truth to let it go. at this moment, it doesn't feel right for him to pursue a dream that he's blamed them entirely for. taehyun is apologetic, and he knows he needs to tell y/n so but somehow he's afraid.

he wants to give them the happiness they deserve. and after seeing both y/n and sunghoon, he thinks that this is the definition of y/n's happiness.

however, he remembers their smile that he witnessed for the first time since y/n performed on stage. to him, that smile was like a ray of light, a sign of hope shining in the darkest ends of taehyun’s mind. back then his mind would be filled with thoughts from the past, the hatred he had towards y/n overpowering his way of thinking. however, that smile made those thoughts disappear in the blink of an eye. he’s never felt such an emotion before, and he wants to know more. he wants to know why he’s feeling this way, and he knows he wants to see that smile again.

he wonders if is this what soulmate connections are like? no matter what feelings you harbor towards them, you'll end up growing closer and closer. perhaps it's the feeling of guilt that is making him turn towards y/n, or maybe they're the exact reflection of what he couldn't be...a person chasing their dreams. or perhaps, this is what sunghoon calls 'fate'.

however, taehyun wonders why, an indescribable feeling bubbles from inside him. he could not explain what he was feeling, but it was something unpleasant, and he did not like it at all. he remembers in the past that fate has many ways of pulling two people together and taehyun believes this is the very reason he feels bothered. that very smile that he grew fascinated by, takes over his mind. though to him it may be just a simple smile, he wants to see it again- but this time, towards him.

“taehyun…”

y/n i’m sorry.

“taehyun…?”

why was i so foolish...?

“taehyun!”

“huh?” taehyun’s snaps out of his thoughts and he accidentally lets the fragile martini glass from his hand drop to the sink. taehyun watches the glass shatter, and without a thought he picks up the shards until he feels a sharp pain on the tip of his finger.

“ah fuck-” taehyun exclaims as he runs his bleeding finger under the sink. sunghoon soon spots taehyun’s cry and his eyes immediately widen.

“taehyun are you alright?” sunghoon looks around for the first aid kit, his frantic state not going unnoticed by yeonjun. yeonjun runs up to taehyun with a bandaid and assists taehyun with his finger.

sunghoon quickly takes out his phone and dials y/n as quickly as he could. eyes wandering with worry as he paces behind the bar counter back and forth.

“y/n! are you okay?” sunghoon exclaims his volume, making taehyun turn towards him.

“yeah i’m fine, i felt my finger hurt, is taehyun alright?”

“taehyun?” sunghoon looks at taehyun and taehyun nods.

“he’s fine, don’t worry.” sunghoon reassures y/n and he smiles at the sound of their voice. even all this time, they still worry for him and the guilt hits him even more. he doesn't deserve to be worried for, instead it should be the other way around since he's been the one hurting them all this time. he then remembers the same memory of y/n and sunghoon rushing back to his mind. although he is unsure why his stomach is stirring at the thought of the both of them, he sighs as he stares at his injured finger.

as if i haven’t hurt them enough…

after making sure taehyun was alright, yeonjun pulls sunghoon to the side.

“hey, remember when taehyun asked you about getting rid of soulmate pain?” yeonjun looks at sunghoon and it’s almost as if sunghoon was taken aback at the sudden question. “how’s the search going?”

sunghoon’s eyes widened and avoided yeonjun’s gaze immediately, yeonjun could tell he was trying to piece together the words he wanted to say, making him feel a little confused.

“ah- i haven’t found anything.” sunghoon smiles as he looks over to the bar, watching the customers approach the counter. “we’ve got customers.”

sunghoon slips away from yeonjun as he serves the customers orders, smiling at each one of them before making their drinks. yeonjun leans against the wall as he stares at sunghoon’s back, the way he changed the subject made yeonjun question. he couldn’t help but feel suspicious towards sunghoon’s words.

it’s clear that sunghoon knows something that he doesn’t want yeonjun to know.

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03. EXTOL

↣ “Be my baby,” you open your mouth to tell him that you already are, when he cuts you off again. “Be mine, Y/N.”

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pairing: sugar daddy!yoongi x reader

genre: smut, fluff, slight angst

word count: 2.2K

warnings/tags: strong language, age gap, pet name, possessive Yoongi, explicit smut-oral (f-receiving), face sitting, dirty talk, ass smacking, daddy kink, spit kink, praise kink, overstimulation, pussy slapping, multiple orgasms, slight dacryphilia

a/n: this series is becoming very self-indulgent…this is a birthday gift to myself :)

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You scrunch your eyes as a ray of sunlight peeks through the curtains, rolling over on your back to feel for the warm body next to you. Swishing your hand around on the bedsheets, you’re met with an empty space until a hand grabs yours.

Cracking your eyes open, you see Yoongi sitting at the edge of the bed, a tray with food in his hand as he gives you a huge gummy smile, a smile of your own stretches across your lips, the flashbacks of yesterday and last night comes back to you.

You spent all day and night cuddling, kissing and fucking.

Purple bruises scattered on his neck and collarbones visible as he bends over to place the tray on his nightstand.

“Happy birthday, angel.”

He places a kiss on your forehead, you turn your face away when he tries to kiss your lips.

“I need to brush.”

He shoves the blanket off of you and pats your thigh, “go on, your tea will get cold if you take too long.”

Dragging your ass off the bed, you pad over to the bathroom.

As you brush your teeth, you recount the events of last night. Smiling to yourself when you think of how soft he was with you, clenching your thighs together when you reminisce how hard he fucked you. You’re shocked at how fast Yoongi showed you this other side of him, you love it. But the small voice in your head is telling you that this might be an extension to your arrangement, it’s not like he has feelings for you. You’re just his sugar baby.

You stare at yourself in the mirror, eyes a little sunken from lack of sleep, bruises on the sides of your neck, you lift up his T-shirt to see more faint bruises on your hips, a reminder of the press of his fingers against your supple skin.

Maybe this is it, you can feel yourself falling for him more and more, and it can’t be any good. You can’t go on with this arrangement, if you drag it on for too long, it’ll only end in tears and you can already feel your heart race at the thought of him not being in your life anymore.

It was a terrible idea to get him riled up and have sex with him. Multiple times. It’ll ruin you if this goes on any longer.

“Angel? You okay in there?”

Spitting out the toothpaste, you dab your mouth with a towel and gather yourself, walking out of the bathroom and back to the bed where he lays.

“I’m back~”

He smiles, intertwining your fingers and pulling you on his lap to straddle him.

You smooth your hands down his sinewy chest as his run down your hips, a sweet simper still in place.

“Aren’t you supposed to be at work?”

He shakes his head, curling his fingers around your neck so his lips ghosts over yours.

“Took the day off to spend it with you.”

“You’re doing that a lot,” you whisper, breath becoming heavy.

“Hmmm. What do you want to do for your birthday?”

“This…”

Finally pressing your lips against his, you find a comfortable position on his lap, running your fingers through his hair as his tongue flicks against your lips, he lowers himself on the bed, his head hitting the pillow as he grips your waist. He tastes of mint and coffee.

You hum in appreciation.

With a sloppy smack, you break apart, his pupils blown as he watches you, your chest pressed to his.

“Why don’t you sit on my face, angel.”

Your eyes widen at his request, core clenching at the promise of his skilled tongue working through you while your weight is on the muscle.

He lands two harsh smacks to each of your ass cheeks, earning a yelp from your swollen lips.

“Up, up.”

Sitting up from his chest, you tentatively move up his body, keeping your weight on your knees as you move.

You stop above his neck, looking down at him licking his lips.

He cocks an eyebrow, “I said my face not my neck, angel.”

Landing another smack to your ass, you feel a wave of arousal wash over you, body heating up at the thought of what he’s about to do. He seems to notice your apprehension, intertwining your fingers again, he gives you an encouraging smile, urging you to move up with a tap of his thumbs on the back of your hands.

Taking a deep breath, you move up, your core finally hovering over his awaiting mouth.

You hear him groan from underneath you and you bite your lip, looking out the window, suddenly feeling bashful at the position.

“So fucking wet for me already. Who made you this wet, angel?”

“You,” you breathe.

But he smacks your ass again, your knees spread a bit from the impact, slipping on the soft sheets. Your dripping core a few inches away from his mouth now.

“Daddy made me wet.”

He hums, his breath hitting your core, making your pussy clench and hearing him chuckle. He kisses each thigh, you whimper when he nips the skin close to your mound.

“Alright, let daddy give his angel her first birthday present.”

He lets go of your hands in favor of parting your folds, you shut your eyes from his touch, waiting for it to travel to where you need him the most.

He flattens his tongue against your slit, moving up to your clit and sucking it into his mouth, sticking his tongue out of his mouth then flicking it against your swollen bud, moving it from side to side. Your head is thrown back as your mouth is open in a silent moan, body lit up in a wave of tingles, gripping the headboard in front of you as you tip your head back down, watching how his gaze is fixed on your pussy.

He grips your hips, moving it back and forth against his extended tongue, lifting his gaze to look at you. Mewling, you grip the hem of your shirt, holding it against your body as you rock your hips on his tongue. Pulling your clit between his lips, you moan loudly, feeling your orgasm approach quicker than usual.

His tongue flicks against your clit as he keeps it between his lips, a loud cry of his name leaves your lips as his teeth grazes it, sucking harder on it.

Landing another harsh slap on your ass, your hands fly to his hair as his fingers dig into your skin, keeping your pace as his tongue enters your sopping hole, thrusting in and out of you, pushing it into you as far as possible, massaging your ridged walls with his tongue.

“Daddy.”

He hums as his lips graze your clit again, coming back down to continue thrusting his tongue into you. He moves his hands lower, pushing your legs apart and your thighs begin to shake from how deep his tongue is inside you now, swirling and thrusting as your pulsating walls clench around the wet muscle.

Rocking your hips a little faster, you feel your orgasm awfully close, his tongue pushing into you, your juices smearing onto his face as his eyes watches your face carefully, almost like he knows exactly when you’re about to cum.

With one last prod of his tongue into you, the familiar warmth surges through you. He pulls out of you to suction your clit into his mouth, cum spilling all over his chin, keeping his lips wrapped around your erect bud as he lets you ride out orgasm, cries of ‘daddy’ leaving your bitten lips.

Once your hips stop their movements, he flips you over, your back hitting the bed with an ‘oomph.’

Gripping your ankles, he pulls you toward him as he leans down between your legs, your eyes widening when they meet his, clit still throbbing from the first orgasm, his face glistening with your nectar.

His eyes still on yours, a long line of spittle leaves his lips, you whine, pussy clenching from the action as a fresh wave of arousal seeps out of you.

He places four fingers on your pussy, pressing it against you without any movement, gaze unwavering, he draws his hand back and starts to pat your clit, almost like he’s trying to wake it up again, despite how you twitch from the overstimulation.

“I could fucking eat you out all day angel. Taste so fucking good.”

Squirming in his hold, your hole clenches and unclenches at his words, each pat of his hand getting harsher against your clit.

After a few moments, you hear the recognizable squelching with each slap.

“You hear that angel? Hear how wet you are for daddy again?”

A deep chuckle breaks from his chest, the sound adding to the drenched state of your pussy. With one last slap, he lays down on his stomach, attaching his lips to your clit again, tongue pressing against your folds with his lips suckling on your clit, you grip the sheets, teeth piercing into your bottom lip as you feel the stirrings of your high again.

Hips gyrating against his face, his tongue darts out erratically through your folds, lips working overtime as he hears the loud moans leaving your lips, your chest heaving as your eyes shut, the animalistic sucking of his mouth the only sound that fills your ears.

He growls, your back arching off the bed as you cum again, his tongue licking it all up as your body convulses, his palm coming to your abdomen to hold you down while his tongue cleans you of your arousal, whimpering as he continues with his actions.

“Daddy,” you cry, droplets leaking from the corners of your eyes.

With one last fat stripe up your pussy, he kisses the skin that peeks up from his T-shirt. Cradling your face in his hands as he presses his lips to yours, his tongue swirls into your mouth, letting you taste yourself.

He wipes your tears away with his thumb, kissing your eyelids.

“My angel.”

You sniffle, nodding between his palms.

He moves off the bed to disappear into the bathroom, your stomach rumbles as you get the smell of the pancakes from your side. Tea probably ice cold by now.

He returns with a warm cloth, wiping you down, his face clean of your arousal.

“I have to show you something.”

He grabs your hand, pulling you off the bed on shaky legs. You notice his cock pressing against his shorts and you feel bad for it attending to that, but you do have all day.

When you see he’s heading for the back, you yank his hand, grabbing his attention.

“Let me put on some pants.”

“Angel,” he laughs, “this is my house. If you wanna walk around naked, no one can tell you anything.”

Still a bit hesitant, you follow him into the garage, jaw dropping to the floor when you see the amount of cars he has when the lights come on automatically.

He lets go off your hand, walking to the far end, you take the time to admire the sleek interior of each of his sports cars by taking a peek through the windows.

“Over here angel.”

You follow his voice, eyebrows furrowing when you see a black sheet thrown over what is probably another car.

Giving you a huge gummy smile, he pulls it off in one go, revealing a black Mercedes-AMG G63 with a big red bow on the hood.

“This your new car?” You question, but he shakes his head, producing a pair of keys, walking over to you and taking your hand.

“This is your new car. Happy birthday, angel.”

He places the keys in your hand, kissing your temple and slinging his arm around your shoulder.

What?

“What? Yoongi, I-“ you pull away from him, seeing his eyebrows crease at your reaction.

“I can’t accept this, Yoongi.”

“Why not? Don’t you like it?”

Tilting your head to the side and giving the beautiful car a wistful look, you avert your gaze back to him.

“I do but I can’t drive this.”

“Then I’ll get a driver for you, simple,” he shrugs and you let out an exasperated laugh.

“No. Yoongi, I cannot accept this car from you. I will not. It’s too much.”

You thrust the keys in his direction, but he just stares at your hand, a perplexed look on his face.

“I don’t understand, this was part of the arrangement right? I buy you things in exchange for your time.”

You feel your heart sink. Of course, part of the arrangement. You had sex with him, finally, and he buys a you a fucking car. Because it tops everything else he’s bought for you. You bite your lip to quell your tears, this was inevitable.

“Right,” you sigh, “the arrangement.”

You can feel his gaze on you while you watch your toe trace the grouting of the tiles. Silence settling between the two of you for a while.

“Y/N, I want you to come to dinner with me tomorrow.”

No, you need to put an end to this, to protect your poor, pathetic heart.

“Yoongi…I-“

He takes a step forward so that he’s standing in front of you, “I want you to attend the business dinner with me tomorrow.”

Your head whips up, finding the same soft look you’ve seen all those months present in his eyes, the lighting making little specs of stars appear in them. He never asked you to attend any important functions with him before.

“Yoongi…”

“Be my baby,” you open your mouth to tell him that you already are, when he cuts you off again. “Be mine, Y/N.”

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“We are well aware of our worth. We may not understand why we are worth such big numbers of money, but we know humans like money.” Sunny said. His tone was gently despite his accusing words. His spark of energy when offering to find you a security guard has faded, withering his energetic mask and giving way to show his weariness after being ‘harvested’

“How do we know you aren’t here to steal from us, to harvest to get yourself some money?” Moon sneered accusingly. “You’re not the first thief to attempt to infiltrate the factory. Though most just get a job here.”

You hesitate, looking between the two. Your eyes flash down to the small, glittery remains of the broken candy shards that got left behind from the workers who broke Sunny’s rays, or shattered the spearmint cheeks of Moon.

“Then…I won’t lie to you guys.” You sighed softly. “I…was send here to get ahold of some candy…not to outright steal it, I was hoping to just catch some scraps of your drop candies. Like, a broken one that’d get tossed away, or dirty…”

You stared a minute. The thought of Fazbear willingly sending out dirty candy, candy that might have grime or hair on it almost made you gag at the thought, but you kept it to yourself. At least, from what you saw, the harvesters wore hair nets and gloves.

“I…I didn’t know, but…I especially didn’t know what happens to you guys behind the scenes and I…” You bit your lip at the memory of their screams, the begging for a gentle harvest, or the shattering of their candy shells.

“I’m…so sorry you went through that. Are you guys okay now?” You asked gently.

The two confectionary creatures looked at each other curiously before back at you. “Yeeeeah?” Sunny frowned, as if the answer seemed obvious.

“It was just…really horrible to see.”

“Was it?” Sunny frowned, seeming very confused.

“You…you guys were screaming, crying! I-I thought you were being killed or something!” You explained. “It was so horrible to see…”

“That can bother humans?” Sun asked, slight shock in his voice. “You really didn’t, you know, enjoy watching it or anything? Whenever Mr. William Wonka comes to watch, he seems to think it’s funny…”

You heart shattered at the thought of these two being unable to imagine a kind human, one that didn’t want to hurt them.

Sunny cocked his head to the side cutely. “A hug?”

“I-its when people embrace? And we just kind of…hold each other close? They’re really comforting. Humans tend to like hugs. S-some of us…” You explained awkwardly.

“Is this for our sake or yours?” Moon folded his arms skeptically.

You paused and glanced away, almost ashamed. “…I do really need a hug…but I feel like you guys might appreciate it too? A gentle touch?”

Moon stood up and folded his arms, placing himself next to Sunny. “A gentle touch?” He rose his eyebrows at you.

Their complete lack of understanding of kindness hurt you far more than watching their torture earlier. So much so that you couldn’t help yourself in the moment.

You feel their sticky sugar selves against your cheek, but you don’t care as a new kind of stiffness is shared between the two. You just hold them tightly, hoping you haven’t overstepped their boundaries, but not having the heart to pull away just yet.

Tentatively, arms circled you as well. You let a small sob leave your lips as you hugged them tighter. “I’m sorry I couldn’t stop them from hurting you…”

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*FLASHBACK ALERT* Takes place shortly after the previous bonus chapter, after rereading all the angst I wanted to give you a glimpse of the calm in the middle of the storm. 4747 words (If anyone has watched castle they know this is an unlucky number times two)

Warnings: blood, smut, sexual tension, oral (female receiving), implied multiple orgasms, hand job (male recieving), marking, intimidation, possessiveness, sexual arousal, hair pulling, biting (they're vampires, there's going to be biting), horny pining.

The Sun's rays hit you like a halo, Yoongi thinks to himself as you release a sigh of content from the warmth of the light on your sleeping form. He’s sitting by your legs, leaning down slightly resting on his arm as he takes in the sight, smiling to himself.

You were theirs, claimed, bonded, bitten, loved, any being within a given radius of your scent could smell it. After having worried so long over losing you, over losing the war and some other species or fiend laying their dirty hands over you… Yoongi couldn’t bear to think. You were his, his precious. Right now in this room, away from the other six, every inch of you, every part of you was his and his alone.

The thought has his eyes darkening like a cloud over your sunlit features, moments ago he was basking in it, now the growing tightness in his trousers was making him impatient. He brushes back the stray strands of hair before he caresses your face, body hovering beside you, soft kiss to your cheek as he pours all of his desire and love into the bond.

It doesn’t stir you awake but it does make your breath hitch, the air stills around you as you turn your head away from him as if a single kiss was too much, a delicious whine escaping your lips as your body grows restless against the mattress. He lets out a breathy laugh, amused when your fingers find his shirt pulling him closer as your eyes scrunch.

Come on precious, wake up. He nudges his nose against your jaw, a display of soft affection before he’s pressing wet kisses down your neck, rubbing your arm soothingly all to coax you gently awake.

“Y-yoongi?” Hoarse voice full of sleep, clouded with morning lust, bordering on a moan. Success, he grins into the skin of your neck, already feeling the embers of your own need ignite. He can’t repress a groan when he smells the ambrosia pool between your legs, you were always so responsive in the mornings. He glances to the door, the others must’ve gotten a waft of the delicious scent, or the sudden heat of your desire through the bond, the thought has a possessive growl threatening to leave his lips.

He’s been left to his own devices too many times on the other side when his brothers were the ones to stay by your side while you slept, too many mornings and nights he’s felt everything you have but respected the importance of alone time between you and whoever got to have you. Today they’d have to repay that respect, the problem was you were too tempting for some to ever be able to resist, and he could never blame them. Even Namjoon’s self control faltered when it came to you. Too many moments of Yoongi’s time with you were interrupted and he would relent and share. Not today, today every inch of you was his.

He kisses down the middle of your chest, a finger pulling down the strap of your nightgown until it revealed more of your breast, his tongue swirls on the supple skin of the mound.

“Yoongi,” you repeat, sounding more breathless than before. A final lick and he looks up at you, sending a chill down your spine when the cold air hits the wet skin where his tongue was painting. The depth of his eyes are so dark you rub your thighs, what a sight to wake up to this morning. The morning sun was shadowed by his demeanour, as bright as it was, the dangerous smirk on his face as he loomed closer was the only thing you could focus on.

“Think we can practice your bond control precious?” His voice is still soft for you, still full of love despite the need in it.

A little dazed from sleep and the growing wetness distracting you from thought, you look confused as he rips the fabric of your clothes, too impatient to slip it off you when it concealed you from him. He wanted every inch of you without restraint, but he was going to savour every second of it.

“Why?” You ask as he sits back on his knees admiring the view of your sun kissed skin, his hand travelling down the middle of your chest torturously before stopping at the band of your panties. He smiles when you raise your hips up for him, your hint more than obvious, but he pushes you back down.

“Because we’re moths to your flame precious,” his voice drips with want as you watch him press kisses to the skin above your waistline, fingers playing with the hem of your underwear but refusing to pull it down.

“Yoon-“ You’re about to beg but the words get caught in your throat when his eyes meet yours, the sight so sinful you think you might combust.

“And I want you to myself,” he confesses, grinning when his words make that delicious smell pour out of you. He finally rips the remaining fabric on your skin with the same treatment as your nightgown, discarding it on the floor and leaving you bare to his eyes. Despite you thinking he would give into the desire you could feel through his bond, he doesn’t dive in. “Shut them out precious, for me.”

You try to, you really do, but when his fingers are so soft in tracing the skin of your thighs, it’s hard to think let alone control and block where your emotions are going. Especially when he’s looking at you like that, like he’s drinking in the view of your glistening folds in the light.

Like a fucking diamond, he thinks as unbuttons his own shirt with one hand, the other travelling higher up your body away from where you were hoping he’d delve into. He caresses your face, leaning forward so his lips are barely touching yours, his body hovering so close to you above you but you want his weight.

“Just for one moment, just this once,” he whispers against your lips. “I want you to be mine.”

“Yoongi I am yours,” you whine when he pulls away slightly, knowing you were leaning in. His hands hold down your wrists before they have a chance of trying to touch him. His leg separates yours when your thighs rub desperately for friction. “I don’t think I can.”

You shake your head, it’s too hard, you were trying but the reins of the bond were slipping out of your hands fast the more he teased.

“Practice makes perfect Precious,” he smirks as he kisses your cheek affectionately before issuing his next words with a challenge. “Let’s see how long you can keep it closed.”

You take a deep breath as his thumbs rub little circles on your wrists, lips kissing every surface of your face as he gives you a moment to compose yourself, make sure every lock was closed. His hands travel down your arms the same time as his lips do, down your neck again but this time he sucks on the skin, pulling it between his teeth to test you, and although you mewl, you don’t lose control. His fingers trace your sides, continuing his path down, mouth following trying to kiss as much of you as he can, mark as much as he can until the others could see. With the way he was feeling today, he might as well put a sign up ‘Do not touch. Yoongi's territory’, you might have complaints about that perhaps.

“Yoongi,” you groan in frustration when his hands finally reach your thighs but his kisses skip your centre and start at your knees. He breathes out a chuckle, torturing you by moving lower still, now at your ankle, and you have to bite your lips to stop the complaint, scared he would stop altogether if you did. “Yoongi please,” he never refuses your begging, he never refuses you at all, playfully sometimes but never when you beg, something was with him today because he didn’t give in.

“Patience precious,” he scolds lightly, still on your calves as you contemplate kicking him for the amount of frustration he’s causing you. He smirks as you grow restless, time for you was different to him, he could do this all day, all week if he had to, humans were so impatient, he forgot. He pushes your knee to the side, opening you up to him more as he decides to take a little bit of mercy on you. Quicker nips to the flesh of your thighs, not harsh enough to break skin but enough to drive you to the brink of tears with need.

You cry out into the open air as his tongue finally licks a stripe from your folds to your clit, but as soon as you finally got what you begged for he was gone, his head turned to your bedroom door as you pant helplessly left wanting more.

You don’t realise your hold on the bond has slipped, that the others can no longer hold themselves back now the concoction of your smell, your voice and your emotions called out to them like a beacon and Yoongi could hear their approach to your room.

“Take one step inside and I’ll tear all your heads off,” he all but growls to your confusion at the silent room. They halt in the hallway, a chorus of “Hyung” and Yoongi’s name said in disbelief and dejection simultaneously as you say “huh?” before the need of six other vampires suddenly fills your entire body in a euphoric rush, making you whimper. They twitch at the sound, the urge to run in and steal you too tempting, Jungkook grinds his teeth as he stops himself, you were just on the other side of a door, a wall, what was stopping him from breaking down that final barrier?

“Hyung you’ve had long enough,” Jimin whines. “We’ve held ourselves back all morning.”

“Just let us watch,” Taehyung suggests but his voice gives away his desperation. He needed to see his Angel, your heavenly voice was calling for him, why else would you have cried out like that if not for him?

Their voices are inaudible to your ears but Yoongi’s glare doesn’t falter, and it doesn’t take you long to figure out what was going on despite the lust clouding your brain.

“Come on, I don’t think Hyung’s in the mood for sharing,” Hoseok tries not to sound like a wounded puppy, but fails. Yoongi would feel bad about it later, right now he had other matters to tend to. His eyes pin you down, almost daring you to call out for them, as if you would ask him to let them come in. You swallow down the whine, you didn't do anything to displease him, you didn’t want to say a word.

You didn’t need to, you let your foot slide up his leg, watching that stare of his, waiting for it to falter when you pressed your sole against his bulge, pleased with yourself when his eyes close and you feel his dick throb. Sometimes you hated the bond, moments like this, you loved it, feeling everything they did, how much they wanted to devour you in so many ways. You could never doubt how much, they would never let you.

He grips your legs, returning to your core with a hunger of a man starved, no longer holding back, let them feel how good I make her cum on my tongue.

If you cried into the room before, Yoongi doesn’t know how to describe this desperate sound, but he finds it satisfying, wet muscle unrelenting as you squirm, his grip tightening as he pulls you closer. Your single wail pitches into a silent scream as you try to hold onto something, fist in the sheets before finding his hair. He grunts against you when your fingers pull his strands, the vibrations helping you find your voice again as he literally eats you out. You chant his name like a prayer, he could hear it all day.

“Yoongi” your head thrashes against the bed. “Yoongi I can’t.”

You’re so close you can taste it, so can he, in a second your sweet nectar gushes out like honey, the fist in his hair tight as your back arches, hips trying to move in his hold to rub along his tongue more but his hold is firm as you ride your high. He rubs your juices against your skin as he drinks, spreading every spare drop to the expanse of your thighs when you come down panting.

Something for the others to smell later, he thinks with a wry smile, returning back to your folds before you can catch your breath, tongue dipping into your hole as you writhe against him. Like he said, he could do this all day, and he was far from done.

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Jin watched you stumble into the kitchen with an amused chuckle, a mocking look in his eyes when you gave him a look.

“Trouble walking sweetheart?” he asked with a smirk, eyeing the dress Yoongi picked out for you today, of course all of their attention was caught in that room the whole morning, listening but unable to take part.

“No,” you lie too proud to admit to anything as you pulled down the hem of your clothes, or tried to.

The possessive vampire of the day chose a short white summer dress that barely covered your thighs, the red marks on your skin starting to show that might as well have been neon signs ‘Yoongi was here’. He’s trying to kill us, Jin thinks, he didn’t let us come in the bastard and now he’s trying to kill us.

“Hungry?”

The growl from your stomach could not be mistaken, you were occupied for the whole morning, the afternoon sun high in the sky alreading starting its descent. Jin would have to be patient about his own breakfast another time. After watching you struggle in your steps, holding onto the counter to help, the vampire takes pity on the human love of his life, lifting you into his arms before he settles you on the counter.

“I made pancakes when I heard you coming,” he admits, stealing a kiss from your lips before leaving you to grab the plate he concealed. “It took you longer to walk here than I expected.”

He notices the heat in your cheeks when he turns back, you’re grinning at his teasing though, to think, they nearly lost any chance of having this. A love, a life with you, something sweet in this long bitter existence. All of those years were worth it, they’d all agree, but in the back of all of their minds they could hear the sands of time dropping grain by grain.

“Smells so good,” you say, inhaling the food before you could taste it.

You try to take the plate out of his hands, intention of feeding yourself, but he moves it away from you, fork full of pancake and fruit held up to your lips expectedly as he smiles innocently. You give in, taking a bite with a thank you. He hums in agreement.

“You always smell so good Sweetheart,” that knowing smirk makes you nearly choke, and he has to remind himself to behave while you were eating.

“I meant the food,” you reply with a pout when you swallow, he only chuckles, bringing another forkful to your lips.

“Did you enjoy torturing us this morning sweetheart?” he asks when you put down the glass of water, the smell from your thighs starting to sink into all his senses. Damn Min Yoongi, damn him to hell for the rest of all eternity, the vampires had implaced rules surrounding your human limitations. One was regarding how much you could take in the bedroom, Yoongi obviously had made sure that no one else was to have a turn today.

Once the plate was empty, Jin pushes it to the side somewhere, he’d clean it later. You attempt to jump down but his hands stop you, a stern expression overtaking the features of the usually smiling vampire. Arms on either side of you, he leans in expectedly, looking up at your lips with hooded eyes and you get the message, biting back a laugh.

Soft plush lips on yours after brunch were a perfect dessert.

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Dour deep eyes from a distance on your form as you lay in the grass. The sun was unforgiving today, the shade under your favourite tree the only respite you could find, but your vampire that shared this spot was nowhere in sight. Correction, nowhere in your line of sight.

“That dress barely covers her thighs,” he growls to himself. “I can smell what Yoongi hyung did from here.”

He groans when a light breeze wafts the scent from you to his nose, it’s a sign, he thinks, the universe was tempting him with you, why should he stay away? It smells so good.

But he knows he can’t indulge the way he wants to when he moves towards you, even though that smell is clouding his brain into just fucking the rules, in manner of speaking. He lets Namjoon’s lecture blast through his head with each step he takes, all the bullet points to remind himself why it was important to let you rest; preservation of energy, human fragility, and then the reminder, there was always tomorrow, not to let greed and the bond or claim overtake their senses. Bonds normally happened between vampires, or at least supernatural species should a vampire choose to feed from a witch (bleugh) or a werewolf, so giving into the emotional aspect was okay because they could take it. Bonding with a human was completely unique and unheard of, so they had to exercise self control. It was a good thing they were learning how to block the bond, otherwise this torment would be endless.

You’re distracted from your nap when you feel a weight on your stomach, then your thighs as Taehyung lies down on top of you. You hear him inhale, nose pressed against your pelvis, and you can’t help smile when he whines. Your hand in his hair should soothe him as you stroke the soft strands, his eyes closed as if he were sleeping when in reality he was grounding himself.

He could feel his mouth water, the aptly named blood fruit inches from a bite. He’s consumed by that aroma, almost dizzy as his fingers find your thighs. It doesn’t help that you're producing more of that slick sweet smell, that it's barely being concealed by the poor white lacey excuse his hyung chose to put you in today that matched the dress you were wearing, he caught a glimpse of it while you lied in the grass.

If he couldn’t give into the ache in his pants, he could at least give in to his other needs.

“Angel?” That word in that tone had you whipped the moment you heard it under this same tree, its effect never wavered, even now. “Can I feed?”

His head lifts to meet your eyes, chin resting on you as if he couldn’t bear to be apart from you physically in any way. You nod, unable to trust your voice, its caught in your throat anyway with the alluring way his lips lift happily for a moment.

“Just a bite,” he reminds himself, pushing the fabric of your short dress higher, digging his fingers into your thigh as he moves the flesh to gain access to the part he wants. The action causes that nectarine flavour to tease his tongue as it hits him, he could almost taste it, it was so strong. With a groan, his head bows down to your skin like an act of worship, lips purchasing so close to what he wants he could almost nudge it with his nose.

You wince when you feel his teeth break through, closing your eyes at the initial shock of pain but it fades as he drinks, after all the incidences of them feeding you’ve learnt to associate their bites with pleasure, your body already expecting further release as you try to relax. But he makes it so hard for you when he moans with every gulp he takes, you can feel his internal conflict, you taste too good to stop after a single drop, but he knows he needs to.

“Tae just drink,” you reassure him, hand still soothing along his scalp. You feel content, you make sure he feels it too.

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Sunset, perhaps it was your favourite time of day, the heat was finally cooling. Hoseok tried not to eye the bandage on your thigh as you lied on the sofa, head in his lap. He didn’t need to feed, he reminded himself as he stroked your hair similarly to the way you had with Taehyung earlier, playing with the strands as you were immersed in the book you were reading and he was engrossed by you. He understood why Yoongi had a wave of possessive rage this morning, moments with you were craved at all times but had to be shared. There was no animosity between them, not for a single second, but the bond needed time to replenish itself physically, not always in a manner of lust, just through touch.

This was enough, soft moments like this, Yoongi must’ve left his bond untended for too long, the roots of it reaching for you untamed. It was hard for a human to balance seven at once, he lets out a small sigh, inaudible to your ears as he thinks.

The pair of you don’t turn to the door when the youngest walks through, taking in the picturesque view of love that had envy sprouting from his chest. Why do you look so good in Hoseok’s lap like that? He doesn’t even think twice when he lifts your legs to sit down on the same sofa, earning a questioning and warning look from his hyung before he lifts and spins you round to both your shock.

“Kookie?” you laugh when he mirrors the position you were just in, smiling down at you like he had done nothing wrong, fingers running through your hair as eyes beside him burn a hole through his head. Why didn’t he think of this earlier? You feel so good like this, you look so good like this on him, the grin he wears as he basks, oblivious to the rising temperament next to him, growing.

“Jungkook,” Hoseok rarely sounds this pissed, you watch doe eyes suddenly flash with realisation, trying to hold back your laughter but failing. His arms wrap around you like a petulant child, and you can feel their argument festering through the bond before it's even begun.

“Guys don’t fight,” you say trying to get up from the hold the vampire prince has on you. Hoseok doesn’t stop glaring despite your words, he was perfectly comfortable until this hormonal worse-than-a-newborn spoiled brat walked in. “Kookie, let go.”

“Princess please,” he begs with a pout. “Hyung please.”

“I’m about to knock you out of that window,” Hobi deadpans.

You bite back the fit of giggles knowing it was going to make Jungkook glare at you, sucking in your cheeks to stop yourself and looking away. The arms around you slowly release themselves, you can feel the wave of dejection wipe off the hilarity of the situation, eyes turning to Hoseok pleadingly. It wasn’t fair, you knew that, but you hated it when one of them was upset, you could feel it too. Balancing that was hard when there were disagreements between any of you.

The older vampire releases a sigh.

“You can stay and massage Y/n’s legs,” he relents. “Yoongi Hyung did a number on them today.”

He smirks when he feels your embarrassment rise with his words, ducking your face behind your arms as he snickers. He moves you by holding onto the X of your arms, swirling you on the sofa back into position.

You glance at the younger prince, feeling his sorrow dissipate as he smiles down at you, taking your foot into his hand, rubbing slow circles as he starts.

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Your muscles feel like they’re in heaven, emerged in hot water as you lean back against the body that drew you your bath. Soft kisses to the corner of your shoulder as he moves the cloth gently over your skin.

Hyung is so inconsiderate, Jimin thinks. First he keeps butterfly to himself, then he doesn’t even tend to her wellbeing. What good is a shower?

There’s no bite to his thoughts, just a little sprinkle of spite from being barred from the bedroom. His arms wrap around you in the water, head resting on your shoulder as he pulls you against him. Next time he had you he was going to make Yoongi watch… silently.

“Are you annoyed at me Minnie?” you ask, turning your head to lean your cheek against him. You feel the pulse of confusion at your words.

Why would he be mad at you?

“Bond baby,” you remind him with a smile, he was usually the one that reminded you.

His fingers circle your waist as he contemplates answering, feeling a little childish.

“Have I done something wrong?” you push. “You know what Joonie says Minnie, we have to communicate the bond otherwise we misunderstand the thoughts behind the feelings.”

“Yoongi hyung kept you to himself this morning when we were outside the room begging him to let us in,” he grumbles before hiding himself in your neck. After the initial shock of his words you smirk, so that was it. And here you thought it was because you were ignoring that hard bulge pressing against your butt.

Namjoon had rules about your limits, there was nothing to say you couldn’t do something about Jimin’s growing problem.

“Jiminie,” you turn in his hold, meeting his eyes with a devious grin. “Want to help me practice my bond control?”

His expression is cute, you think, a little confused but he catches on when you palm his dick.

“Butterfly we can’t,” he groans as his head falls back, his hips already moving to meet your hand in pleasure.

“You can’t,” you correct him, thumb finding his slit as you wrap your fingers around him, leaning in close to whisper to his lips before you swallow his whimpers for you. “I can do whatever I want.”

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Namjoon’s already waiting for you in your room, lying comfortably on the bed with a book in his hand. If you could have this forever, immortality was tempting. You shake the thought from your head as you nearly skip to the bed, too tired to actually go through with it. The prince only smiles, not acknowledging you yet when you climb onto the bed, resting onto his chest with a deep sigh, arms wrapping around his body the best way you can.

“Tired Y/n?” he asks, but doesn’t wait for an answer. “I’m not surprised with what you’ve been up to all day, every time you opened the bond love it was in a lapse of lust.”

It was your turn to bury your head, doing so in his firm chest as he let out a breath of soft laughter.

“How can I expect my brothers to follow the rules when the light of our lives tempts us to break them with her defiant nature?”

He puts down his book, hand stroking your back as you settle on him.

“They’re stupid rules,” you mumble.

“Y/n,” he half warns, you’ve had this discussion before, and you’ve lost.

“Is it me or are you guys… getting buffer?” you change the subject, not wanting to argue when you were starting to feel drowsy with sleep. You poke his chest. “Can vampire’s change their anatomy? I thought you guys were like diamonds, unchanging for all of eternity and what not.”

“We have the blood fruit remember,” he reminds you. “We grow stronger every time we take a bite.”

“With great power comes great responsibility,” you quote, already half asleep and spouting nonsense.

“Believe me love,” he hums as you drift, quelling that voice at the back of his head that tried to whisper whenever you were close. “I know.”

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It was an absolutely beautiful day for a treasure hunt. The sun was nearing the horizon, casting the world in deep orange hues, the ocean along the horizon resembling liquid gold. Stede wanted to just stand on the shore, let the waves lap at his ankles, and hold hands with Ed while they watched the world cool off, gold turning to silver as the moon took over.

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It was an absolutely beautiful day for a treasure hunt. The sun was nearing the horizon, casting the world in deep orange hues, the ocean along the horizon resembling liquid gold. Stede wanted to just stand on the shore, let the waves lap at his ankles, and hold hands with Ed while they watched the world cool off, gold turning to silver as the moon took over.

But they were on a treasure hunt, just the two of them. Ed didn’t have a map, and that made sense—if anyone could find treasure through sheer force of will, it would, of course, be him. Stede looked at him as he followed behind, watching those broad shoulders, the way his torso narrowed down to his hips, the way those hips moved as he walked.

Smitten. That’s what Stede was. Smitten, struck by Cupid’s arrow, bleeding and grateful for every drop of blood that fell from the strange and wonderful wound.

He wasn’t sure if it was just his excitement over the treasure hunt, or if the island had something in its air, or if he was truly so lovestruck that a quiet moment walking together could send his mind into a poetic spiral.

Perhaps it was all of it, all at once. And perhaps that was fine, and he didn’t need to question it so much.

Then Ed stopped in his tracks, and Stede felt himself pulled back into the moment like a sharp tug, asking with no small amount of excitement, “Are we there?”

“Yeah,” Ed said, breathlessly. “We are.”

Stede leaned around him and looked at the ground for any markers. The earth seemed relatively undisturbed, no useful cross marks or packed dirt to indicate a burial of something.

Ed just stood there, not moving or giving him any indication. He took a moment to look at the man’s face and follow his eyes, which led him to a tree covered in large pink blooms. It stood on a long, spindly trunk, reaching up above the foliage around it to feel the sun’s rays.

A softness overtook the excitement as he asked, “Is this the treasure?”

Ed repeated in a quieter voice, “Yeah.”

The treasure was flowers. Hibiscus flowers, to be exact. Stede walked up to the tree and stood on the tips of his toes to pluck one of the flowers to get a closer look at it. Pink petals that resembled a silky skirt with a prominent single stamen, soft and yellow.

His mind whirled the longer he looked at it. Flowers. He had given Ed flowers, dressed up a whole room in smuggled roses. This must be his gift in return, not a curated flower that required expert care, but something that grew wild and free and beautiful and bright.

“Ephemeral beauty,” Stede said, turning around and walking back to Ed, who stood there with watchful eyes. “The hibiscus is an acknowledgement of fleeting, delicate, fragile beauty.”

Ed smiled, just a bit. “Flowers seem t’say a lot.”

“They do. A lot of things can speak without words, I find.” Stede returned the smile with one that wasn’t restrained or soft, but was full of all the love he had for this man. He reached up to put the hibiscus behind his own ear. “Thank you. It’s a marvelous treasure.”

Ed’s fingers moved to trace the edges of the petals, then along the shell of his ear before his hand fell away and he walked past him, toward the tree. He started to pluck more of them, gathering them up in his arms, and turned back to him.

Without a word, Ed began to place more flowers on him, another behind his other ear, in the pocket of his coat, everywhere a flower could sit on his person. Stede laughed under his breath as he looked down at himself.

“There,” Ed said once he’d placed the last one. “My delicate, fragile beauty.”

Stede hummed in thought, taking one of the flowers in hand and nestled it behind Ed’s ear, which he caressed with the tips of his fingers. “Seems like you have a bit of fragility to you, too.”

Ed grabbed his hand and rested his face against the palm of it. “Only because y’put it there.”

“I’m not so sure that’s true.” Stede’s voice dropped to a near whisper. “I think it was always there.”

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Osamu's route

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Pairing: Osamu x reader (main route), Atsumu x reader

Genre: Social Media-AU, text

Warning: mdni

With you: 2021/09/18 - Saturday

Like on your last date, you’re nervous. But this time not because you’re tense, but because you’re happy to see him again. Even if your nerves are on edge. Somehow, you have to talk to him about what’s going to happen to you two. Are you just friends? Or maybe there is more?

Osamu tried as hard as he did the last time not to tell you where you were going until the end, when he took you to the lake next to his parents’ house. A place where you used to spend so much time. He had prepared another beautiful meal, had a small book with him, which actually belonged to his parents.

Together you laughed until sunset, looking at the children’s pictures from the book. Osamu and Atsumu have always been like the typical siblings. If they weren’t sulking or bickering in the photos, they would make funny faces and destroy the family photos. Even pictures from your school days are in the book. Just pictures of you and Atsumu, Osamu and his friends. None of him and Watanabe. Did he take them out before? No, the photo album is too full for that. Weren’t there any pictures of them? Actually, you don’t really care. You don’t want to waste any more thought on her.

After arriving at the last page, you enjoy the silence for a few minutes, the rustling of the leaves, and the gentle sound of the lake. The soft grass under your bodies and the sun’s rays that slowly fade away before Osamu helps you up when you walk along the lake together.

First shy, then determined, his hand rests on your lower back, caressing you gently while you walk next to each other with no actual distance. You perceive his warmth and his pleasant fragrance. You just have to bring it up again... Not knowing where you are with him is hard to bear, especially when, with everything he’s doing here, your heart is beating faster and faster. You get weak every time you look into his dark eyes, into that gentle smile.

You take a deep breath, walk slower with Osamu’s steps as you open your mouth to ask him the crucial question.

“Y/n, can you sit down for a minute?”

But Osamu interrupts you, pointing to the wooden fence behind you, which protects the people from falling into the lake to the left and right. Right now, you want to get back to your words, want to tell him that you want to talk to him too now, when he steals your words again.

“I need to talk to you, actually I’ve been planning on doing that for a while… But I just didn’t want to overburden you with everything. So, will you sit down?”

His voice is tense, yet never unkind to you. Nodding, you sit on the low fence, watching Osamu squat in front of you, hands on your knees. Even though he says nothing, your heart beats wildly and you unconsciously hold your breath.

“You asked me what you meant to me, what you are to me. And the answer to this question is actually quite easy. For me, you’re not just an employee who supports me in the shop. To me, you’re the woman who walked into my store on May 30th of this year and turned my entire world upside down. On the positive, of course. Because you’re so breathtaking, so wonderful, I can think of nothing but you and your voice, your laugh, your eyes… You’re not just a friend, at least not to me. Because you’re so much more important to me than that, and I long for the days when we got closer. I often think of our kisses, the sex we had... Not because I just want to sleep with you, no… Y/n I have been in love with you for a long time, but unfortunately I noticed it too late. But if you wanted to give me one last chance, not just as a friend, but as a boyfriend, I think I’d be the happiest man on earth.” Osamu says resolutely and lovingly.

His words sound calm, but inside he is about to explode with nervousness. Still, you hardly breathe. Notice how your eyes become glassy with the words that kissed your ears earlier. You don’t know what to say. You’re speechless, even though you have so much to say right now. So it’s true that he also fell in love with you. That he wants more than just a friendship with you.

“Hey Y/n, please say someth-”

“I- I love you too, Osamu.” This time you are the one who interrupts him with a shaky voice before the first tear slowly runs down your cheeks, but Osamu’s thumb captures them. Relieved, he looks up at you, smiles before he gets a little closer.

“M- May I kiss you?”

“Yes, Osamu. Yes, of course.”

You haven’t even said your words, when you already feel his smiling lips on yours as they kiss you gently, as if you were as fragile as butterfly wings.

“I love you so much Y/n, and I’m so glad, so glad…” He whispers to you between your loving kisses. Kisses and words you’ve been waiting for so long. You never thought that this kiss would trigger so many emotions in you. Frustration, pain, love, passion, hunger... All at once. But… You’re so relieved, and even though you feel his skin on yours, know that his words are not an illusion, and all this is not a dream, you don’t want to let him go.

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✖   —   chapter summary: after receiving a text from zeke, you go out to meet him, leaving porco behind. your head is full of questions and you're not quite sure how you're going to confront him about last night's events.

✖   —   pairing: porco/reader & zeke/reader

✖   —   chapter tags/warnings: college au, protected sex, zeke calls you a good girl, mentions and/or descriptions of parental emotional abuse/traumatic childhood, hurt/comfort, fluff, referenced cheating. 

✖   —   a/n: beta read by my friend @ofoceansandtombstones​ <3 the title of the chapter is a reference to “oh daddy” by fleetwood mac.

chapter two: oh daddy

The only sounds you could hear when you got to the tennis court Zeke asked you to meet at was the ball being hit with the rackets and grunts from the two blond men you were expecting to see. Even if Reiner was a part of the swimming team along with Zeke, he always indulged his friend into playing with him, especially in the early mornings.

Neither Zeke nor Reiner realized you were there, too focused on the game, so you walked to the bleachers and sat down, forearms resting on your knees and hunched back as you watched the game.

Reiner was one of your only friends that liked being around Zeke, which really baffled your mind as the only one who knew about your dirty laundry was Porco. Yet, even after two years of being together, Annie wouldn’t even try to start a conversation with Zeke the multiple times he was over at your place. Armin, being the sweetheart he was, tagged along with her, only saying hello or goodbye while making a beeline towards Annie’s room. Pieck, Marcel and Bertholdt also made sure to avoid interacting with him, each of them in their own ways.

You sighed, pressing the bridge of your nose. You didn’t have the time to worry about it that morning.

A hard hit from Reiner made Zeke miss the ball and turn around to retrieve it. This gave Reiner the chance to look around, waving at you when he noticed your presence. You gave him a small smile and waved back.

“Your girlfriend is here.”

Zeke turned around quickly, his grey-blue eyes finding yours. You hated how a smile crept up your lips even after the disastrous night you had spent. His boyish grin and friendly wave would always bring warmth to your chest, and that spoke about how much your heart still belonged to him.

Your eyes were so fixated on each other you didn’t notice Reiner chuckling softly at the way you were looking at each other. Walking around the court, he called up Zeke, startling him and shook his hand. You didn’t listen to what he was saying but after a short conversation, Reiner turned around, waving at you again and started walking out the court. Zeke gestured to join him and you nodded, getting up and walking to the court with your hands in your pockets.

The moment you stepped a foot inside the court, Zeke started walking to you and met you halfway. He grabbed your face and placed a kiss on your lips, humming happily to himself. You kissed him back half-heartedly, your hands still secure inside your pockets without an ounce of need to put them around his neck like usual.

“You look so beautiful,” he said once he pulled away, holding your face tenderly.

You gave him a strained smile.

“Why did you call me so early?” you sighed.

Zeke’s grin didn’t waver, instead pressing a kiss on your forehead.

“Give me a second,” he said excitedly, before turning around and walking to the backpack that was against the wall. He left his tennis racket next to it and, after rummaging for a short while, he came back holding a baseball and a glove in his hand.

With a hand on the small of your back, he guided you until you were on the edge of the court. He carefully put the glove on your hand and ran back to the other edge of the court, both of you staying just on one side of the tennis court.

There was a part of you that wanted nothing more than to throw the glove away, stomp on it and demand answers from him but Zeke’s eager smile was nothing like you had seen before. He was really excited about this and even if you weren’t sure as to why , you felt compelled to follow along.

Zeke threw the ball at you and you took a couple of steps back to catch it with your glove. You winced in pain, your muscles still mad at you for drinking so much last night. You threw the ball as hard as you could but it didn’t reach your boyfriend, instead falling to the ground. Without saying a word, he shortened the distance between the two of you and threw the ball again.

A silent game of catch started between the two of you under the morning rays of sun. Seeing how happy Zeke was made you remember why you had fallen in love with him in the first place. He only smiled like that when he was around you, a huge grin on his face and a small couple of wrinkles on each side of his eyes. It was completely different from the way he smiled in social events and you couldn’t help but feel your heart flutter knowing it was only you that could see him like this.

It had been almost two years since a junior that sat a few seats away from you at your History of Philosophy class had asked to take a look at your notes at the end of your second class. He confessed it was his third time taking the course as he has failed it twice already. It was his last chance to pass the course and he had seen you taking a lot of notes and answering questions right, hence he was asking for your help. You couldn’t help but giggle at the image of this tall junior asking for the help of a freshman but you agreed and even offered to help him prepare for the exam if he really needed it.

That was the first time he truly smiled at you. And since then you had been hooked.

From a hidden makeout session at the back of the library to him introducing you to his half-brother, you had suddenly become the ‘it couple’ on campus. Zeke always took you out to social gatherings along with his classmates, presenting you as his girlfriend and keeping an arm around your shoulders at all times, letting everyone know who you were with.

Time went by and he even took you to his grandparents’ house, a lovely old couple that lived on the edge of town. You had dinner with them and smiled as they went on and on about how much they loved and were proud of their grandson. As they told you endearing but slightly embarrassing stories about Zeke when he was a little kid, you couldn’t help but notice they didn’t mention his parents in any of the stories. When you went to the kitchen to help his grandmother bring the dessert you tried looking for a picture of his parents and didn’t find it either. But you knew better than to ask.

The conversation ran long and when you two noticed, it was already too late to drive back, so you both decided to stay at their house for the night. After his grandparents had gone to sleep, you sat in front of the chimney, sitting next to each other, your head on his shoulder and enjoying the soft music coming from his phone. Fleetwood Mac’s ‘Rumours’ album was one of Zeke’s favourite albums and it was slowly starting to become yours as well.

A sniffle distracted your thoughts.

You pulled away immediately, kneeling and holding his face tenderly. It seemed Zeke had been crying for quite some time now and your eyes filled with worry.

“Baby, are you okay? What’s wrong?” you whispered, your thumbs wiping the tears running down his cheeks to his beard.

“I miss him,” he mumbled.

“Your dad?” you asked softly.

Zeke shook his head and averted his gaze from you. You turned his head back to you again and pressed a kiss on his forehead.

“You can talk to me, Zeke. Stronger together, right?” you said with a soft smile. He reciprocated it with a small nod.

Words fell from Zeke’s mouth like a broken dam, tears falling from his eyes quicker than you were able to kiss them away. You listened to him in silence, your fingers running across his dark blond locks, trying your best to soothe him as he tripped over his own words, painting a picture of his childhood.

He told you about their parents and their strong alliance with a political party when he was a kid. How they would talk to him about the party’s history and why he should be on their side, often getting irritated at him for not remembering all the details. He blamed himself for being too young to understand, for not paying enough attention when they talked to him about it. When a chance arrived for him to apply to a scholarship for middle school in a very prestigious private school, both his parents registered him, saying he should study hard to get that scholarship so he could start talking about the political party to the sons and daughters of the high class, so more people could support them.

But Zeke had never been good at school. He reminded you the reason you had met was that he had already failed a course twice, only salvaging it because you tutored him. So when he was ordered to get that scholarship, he studied day and night, sometimes not even going to bed because he wanted to make his parents happy and going to school without having slept even for a minute. But his scores were still low, igniting long and loud fights between his mom and dad, making him silently weep inside his bedroom as he listened to how much of a disappointment he was.

“You’re not a disappointment,” you interrupted him. His eyes that had been set on the chimney turned to you and he lifted the corners of his mouth.

You knew he didn’t believe you.

“They were taken by the police a few days before my scholarship exam. Turns out the political party they were into was… a bit radical.” He didn’t comment further and you thought it was best not to ask for details. “So I came to live with my grandparents. I was enrolled in public middle school and got a sports scholarship to get into university, hence why I’m a part of the swimming team.”

“Are they still…” your question died in your lips.

“In prison? No,” Zeke sighed, taking his glasses off and passing a hand across his face. “They got out after a couple of years. My mom died in a car accident shortly after and my dad remarried Eren’s mom. He lives with her now. Honestly, she’s a very sweet woman, she has always been kind to me. I don’t know how she stands him,” he said with a small chuckle.

“Even so, it’s okay to miss him, you know? Families are… complicated. So it wouldn’t be wrong for you to miss him from time to time.”

“I meant I miss Ksaver,” Zeke said, a sad smile on his lips. He took your hand in his, playing with it absentmindedly. “He was my science teacher at elementary school. He noticed how much I was struggling and how little sleep I was getting. He offered to tutor me some afternoons and we always ended up playing catch for a while before I had to go home. I think I was only able to go by because I could always look for spending my afternoons with him. We kept in touch when I went to middle school and he was always willing to help me out whenever I needed help with my classes or with the girls,” he said, a chuckle escaping his lips. “He lent me his jacket for my first date and he was the one I told about my first kiss with a girl in high school.”

You smiled sweetly, squeezing his hand softly.

“I wish I could have introduced you to him. But he… died, a couple of weeks after I started uni. Cancer. I never knew,” he said bitterly, biting the inside of his cheek. “So being here, listening to my grandparents tell you stories about when I was a kid… just made me remember him, you know? And shit— I really miss him.”

That night when you went to bed, you made sure to hold him a little tighter as he laid his body on top of yours. The feeling of his beard scratching your skin as he kissed your neck made you claw your nails on his muscular back. The room was filled with the sweetest breathy moans as you tried your best to be silent so you didn’t wake his grandparents up.

He pressed a long kiss on your lips before getting off of you, rummaging through his pants and trying to find a spare condom in his pockets. You waited as he put it on, fingertips gently tracing his forearms as a subtle reminder you were still there. Zeke hovered over you with a loving smile, his grey-blue eyes locked in yours making you feel as if you were the only woman he had ever even glanced at.

He slid into you, your lips parting as your body adjusted to his length. He started at a calm pace, his pelvis rubbing just right against your clit, making you see stars every time he moved. You held tightly on his muscular arms, moving your hips as you desperately craved for more.

It wasn’t long until he was pulling out of you, turning you on your stomach and thrusting inside of you again. It didn’t surprise you, he had always shown a preference for fucking you from behind.

Zeke’s hands were holding your waist tightly while he kept bucking his hips against you, his hot breath tickling your ear. The low grunts coming out of his mouth as he buried himself in you were all you could think about as you muffled your moans on the pillow. His fingers were digging on your skin, for sure leaving marks for you to find the next day, a hobby you had grown fond of ever since you started sleeping with Zeke. He was relentless, hips rutting against you without mercy, each thrust getting deeper and deeper inside of you.

“Shit, you give it so good to me, baby,” he grunted, bitting down on your shoulder. You whimpered, closing your fists on the sheets as you tried to arch your back even more to him. “Yeah, just like that— such a good girl to me.”

The way he increased his rhythm for a few seconds and then stilled behind you let you know he has reached his high. You felt as he rolled away from your body, lying on your side with a content smile, lips parted as he tried to regain his breath. You smiled softly at him and caressed his cheek with your knuckles.

Maybe it was a stretch, but you wished to have the power to stop him from ever getting hurt again. You wanted to protect that smile at all costs, not even letting the cold air touch him or anything that could ever threaten his well-being again. It was at that moment that you decided you would make sure he was the happiest man he could be as long as you were there.

As you saw Zeke smile as he threw the baseball, you remembered your vow. He was really the prettiest when he smiled. After your last throw, he caught it and gestured to you to come closer. He kissed you once again and this time you melted in his touch, the familiar taste of his lips taking you back to that night in front of the fire. He put the glove and baseball into his backpack and took your hand, placing a small kiss on the back of it.

“C’mon. Let's get breakfast.”

Finding an isolated spot on campus was easy, both of you sitting down under a tree. On your way there, Zeke had bought a couple of juice boxes from a vending machine and once you had gotten comfortable on the ground you realized he had packed a couple of sandwiches for both of you. You took one and smiled at him as a thank you.

“Have you thought about trying out for the baseball team? Bet you would do great there,” you commented, taking your first bite.

“I… I honestly haven’t played in forever,” Zeke said, shaking his head. “Hell, I hadn’t played like this since Ksaver died.”

“What changed?” you asked softly.

“Found this baseball while looking through my tennis stuff this morning as I was leaving to play with Reiner. So I brought them with me because…” he made a pause, looking down at his sandwich. “I wanted to play with you. I wanted to— to share this with you. You know how much it means to me and I couldn’t think of anyone else I wanted to do this with after all these years.”

You smiled at his words and right when you were leaning to kiss him, the memory of Yelena leaving his house hit you. Right. You had seen them, how had you forgotten about this?

Zeke noticed the way your smile dropped and furrowed his eyebrows in concern.

“I saw her kissing you,” you said, in a makeshift stern voice. Zeke’s frown deepened.

“What?”

“Yelena. I saw you kissing Yelena last night when she left your house,” you said, the pressure on your chest making it hard to talk. You took a deep breath, trying to alleviate it.

“Wait, wait, last night? Where were you?” he asked, confused.

“I— a few houses away. I wanted to say hi but I saw her and— I saw you two kissing, Zeke, aren't you going to say anything?” you demanded, your voice breaking at the end.

“Baby, I was confused as to why you were saying this because we didn’t kiss. I have never kissed Yelena in my life.”

“Zeke, I saw you,” you said in a pained voice. “I fucking saw you and—”

“Wait, was that why you called?” he interrupted you. “I’m sorry, baby, I really am. I’m just having trouble understanding because we never kissed. The closest thing to that happening was Yelena kissing my cheek goodnight and that’s it.”

“But I—”

“You just said you were a couple of houses away. Don’t you think you could have confused a friendly kiss on the cheek with her kissing my lips? As if I would ever let her,” Zeke said, taking a sip of his juice. “She knows how much I’m in love with you. Hell, I’ve even told her how I plan to marry you once you graduate.”

You felt your cheeks heating at his words and then immediately shook your head, trying to focus.

“Porco saw you too.”

At this, Zeke’s calm expression turned into a disgusted one.

“Baby, please,” he sighed, rolling his eyes. “Porco will say anything to get you away from me. You know he’s in love with you, right?” he asked. You averted his gaze, looking down at your sandwich. “He’s so obvious about it. He’ll say anything to make you doubt your relationship with me enough for him to get a chance. Bet he kept insisting on you leaving me after you mistakenly believed Yelena kissed me last night.”

Memories of Porco’s arms around your body and his hazel eyes looking at you as he kissed your palm crept inside your head, guilt leaving a bitter taste in your mouth. Zeke was right. You were a few houses apart and all you had seen was her kissing the corner of his mouth, never a full kiss on the lips. And on top of that, you had been drinking a lot. There was a big chance you had perceived the moment differently and… Porco had definitely egged you on your distrust.

“You did nothing wrong,” Zeke assured you, taking one of your hands in his. “You trust people too much, you’re too good. But please don’t believe Porco’s intentions are innocent in any way.”

You nodded, keeping your head down. At this, Zeke scooted over to your side, grabbing your face gently and kissing your forehead. You smiled at his action and lifted your face until your lips met. A chaste kiss was exchanged, making the both of you smile.

“I’m sorry for… insisting on this but can I ask you something else about last night?” you asked in a small voice.

Zeke nodded. “Sure, anything that will make you feel better.”

“Why was Yelena with you last night? Why did she leave so late?”

“Yelena was going through a rough time, stuff with her family and the fact she likes girls,” Zeke explained, biting down on his sandwich. “Her family is very religious so it’s… a touchy subject. She needed to talk and we did just that— talk until she was feeling better.”

You nodded, still with a small frown on your face.

“But I asked you, I— I called you and I asked if the movies were fun by yourself.”

“And I told you I always preferred watching movies alone,” Zeke reminded you. “I didn’t lie, I really do. I’ve told you this before. Besides, I didn’t just want to air out her business. It was private for a reason.”

“But her Instagram—”

“Darling, don’t mind her. Please, as far as I know, she could have made that post in case her family saw it. She’s not even out on campus, so… I don’t know,” he shrugged. “But don’t think about it too hard. She’s my friend but trust me when I say she’s not worth your time.”

You felt stupid. So damn stupid for ever believing Zeke was cheating on you. All of Yelena’s Instagram photos made so much sense now that you knew she was trying to present herself as straight. Surely you would have preferred her to use any other guy than your boyfriend but… it just made sense. Since Zeke was the only one that knew about her sexuality, she made sure not to foolishly lead him on since he knew it was all a charade.

And the fact Zeke wasn’t asking about Porco— God, you didn’t deserve him. You had just admitted to being outside with Porco at three in the morning and he hadn’t batted an eye. He didn’t need proof or to interrogate you to trust you would never cheat on him.

“Stop worrying your pretty head around it. We’re good, okay?” he assured you, nudging your shoulder playfully. “Let's just forget about this whole thing, okay?”

“Okay,” you smiled.

Zeke took one last bite of his sandwich, shaking his hands to get rid of the crumbs. He scooted until his back was against the tree and pulled you by your wrist, content in how you were giggling as he set you between his legs, with your back on his chest.

“Thank you for meeting me this early without notice. When I found Ksaver’s baseball I just knew I wanted to share that moment with you,” he said, resting his chin on your shoulder and putting his arms around your waist. “I’m so weak when it comes to… remembering things from my past. But I know I can always count on you. You’re so much stronger than I am. Always have been.”

Your mind went back to Porco pushing you away after you tried to kiss him just a few hours ago.

“I don’t know about that,” you whispered.

“But you are. And that’s one of the reasons I’m so in love with you,” he smiled, pressing a kiss on your shoulder. “One of the reasons I plan to ask you to marry me as soon as you graduate. We’re stronger together, remember?”

Your heart fluttered at his words.

“Yes,” you nodded with a soft smile .”We are.”