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✧ chapter five: a single promise - b. barnes x oc series ✧

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summary: trying to recover from the last fight, the team takes angela to sarah wilson’s place back in louisiana. meanwhile, sera and bucky struggle with their feelings towards each other.

“Ouch. That fucking burns.” Angela complained the second Sera touched her skin with a wet piece of cotton. “Do you know how that feels like?”

Sera let out a tiny laugh before slowly shaking her head. “Not really. I mean, I do. But it doesn’t hurt me.”

“Lucky you.”

After leaving that burning forest, Sam decided that it was best for the team to have a break at his sister’s house back in Louisiana. After all, Angela needed to recover and there wasn’t a place where she could and be safe. So without giving her sister a warning, he started to drive the car away ready to leave the fight behind and enter the best place for them right on that moment.

Sarah Wilson was indeed surprised to see her brother drive in with two complete strangers, one of them scratched in most of her body. But didn’t even hesitate on giving Angela a place to sit before quickly grabbing the things necessary to patch her up.

Even if Sera had a history with Sam, she never got the change to meet his family so seeing that part of his life was definitely new and weird for her. She of course knew that he had a family, everyone does, but she never actually stopped and thought about it. The moment she sat down on the couch next to her friend to take a breathe out, she heard some steps walking down the stairs. Looking up she found two strange boys looking at her confused and then at Angela. The little one waved at Sera with a little smile on his face while the older one just walked back to look for his mother or uncle, but soon joined the living room once again when Sarah walked in with more than three things on her hands.

Sera grabbed them and repeatedly said that she had to help her friend out and giving her a place to be and comfortable clothes to change into was more than enough from Sarah’s part, so taking the piece of cotton and the alcohol, she carefully started to clean her friend’s wounds as Angela was still trying to process what just happened and who her friend was.

“I feel like I’m in a movie.” Angela said while Sera kept touching with the cotton her skin. “I mean, being captured by a bad guy because they want to get closer to a person I know... I could write a book about it!”

Sera let out a tiny laugh before tossing the piece of cotton away to pick another one. “You’re certainly looking the positive thing to this.”

“Hell yeah! I mean it would’ve been better if I had a sexy super hero to save me so we can fall in love later and m have a happily after, but you know, you’re fine.” She said joking gaining an fake offended look from Sera. “What? Oh c’mon, like you wouldn’t mind to be saved by a super strong man who’s also a cutie and a gentleman.” Sera kept her mouth shut while shaking her head surprised at her friends positive but crazy mind. Angela, looked at the kitchen and let out a tiny smile once her eyes caught something out. “But I guess you’re more than capable of saving yourself.”

“Damn right.” Sera nodded tossing the last piece of cotton and locked eyes at Angela who seemed to have something to say. But before she could let anything out, Sera opened her mouth ready to say what her brain wanted to say since she found her. “Hey, look... I’m sorry. It was my fault that you went through this and I- I don’t think I will ever forgive myself for taking you down with me-”

“Hey, don’t be stupid.” Angela shook her head as her hand touched Sera’s. “The only one to blame is that asshole. I’m fine, don’t worry about me. Besides, I’ve dated a thousand of dickheads in my past, what’s one more than failed?” They both let out tiny laughs as their eyes were still locked to each other.

“I’m gonna kill that guy, the one who lied to you. Count on that.” Sera said with a joking tone even if her insides where burning with just the thought of it.

Angela smiled and slowly nodded. “I’m sure you will.”

“But seriously,” Sera took a deep breath as her brain was trying to look for the courage to say the next words. She knew she had to and it was the right thing to do, she had to let her know, even if it filled her chest with pain “if you want to leave after you’re alright, I’m good with that. If you feel like you want to stop being my friend, I’m gonna understand. You know? Being my friend before doesn’t mean that you have to... stick around.”

As Sera was waiting for Angela’s answer, she could feel her heart beating faster and her hands to get sweaty. She was afraid of her next words or even what she was thinking, she knew that there was a big possibility of her not wanting to be around her anymore, since being around Sera wasn’t the biggest party of them all and just like everyone else, she would leave in the end. But instead, Angela just shook her head and let out the loudest laugh ever. “Are you kidding me!? Having a best friend that has super powers is the coolest shit ever!”

As soon as Angela said those words Sera’s chest filled with relief and with a hot warmth, but not the kind she was used to feeling, something even better. “Best friends?” She asked softly and Angela quickly nodded excited.

“Fuck yeah. Wait- I thought we were best friends before. Are we gonna have the talk about what are we?”

Sera let out a tiny laugh. “Best friends.”

“Oh, thank god, otherwise that would’ve been awkward!” Their laughs surrounded the living room but then when Angela stopped and got closer to Sera’s face, she furrowed her eyebrows confused while waiting for her friend to talk. “Besides, I think you need to have the talk with someone else.”

“What do you mean?” Sera asked confused as Angela looked behind her and let out a tiny cheeky smile. Curious of what her friend was seeing, she was ready to turn around but then her friend spoke again.

“Because Bucky hasn’t been able to take his eyes off of you since we got inside the house.”

Sera’s heart dropped to her stomach the second those words hit her ears. She unintentionally bit the corner of her lower lip as she turned around to see the people moving around in the kitchen. And as soon as she did, she locked eyes with him.

Bucky was laying against the counter on the other side of the kitchen, making them a couple of meters away. Sam and his family were talking but he didn’t seem to catch a word they were saying since all his focus was on her, even if he didn’t want to. All those memories about what happened a couple of hours ago were flying around his head. Sera knew that and she knew that she would have to explain what it was and what happened at some point. While their eyes where still glued to each other, they suddenly felt like their muscle memories where bringing back their bodies becoming one. The electricity, their bloods mixing as well as the air coming out of their mouths. But Bucky was remembering something else: Sera managed to take the fire that had went inside his body like it was nothing. She managed to take full control of it and leave no marks of being there in the first place. It was so strange to him and he caught himself imagining it over and over again while his body was remembering every feeling and thought he had while on that moment.

All of that was cut short by Sam walking between them and pointing with his head to the front door, letting them know it was time for them to talk.

“So, what now?” Sam asked the second they were all standing outside with the wind hitting their skins and moving their hairs along with it.

“Now that I know that Jackson is involved I want to be a part of this more than ever.” Sera said softly while crossing her arms around her chest. “I need to end this.”

Remembering Jackson’s words, Sera let out a long sigh and looked to the ocean moving from a far. Those old memories coming to her head bringing back every bad feeling she ever had, those bad decisions, those regrets and everything that came after. Every second of pain she felt when she realised what she had done, but it was all said and done for her to fix it. The years that it took her to forget it, and yet here she was, coming back to it but ready to end it all for the last time.

“What is it that he wants with you anyway?” Bucky asked noticing the silence surrounding Sera. But not knowing if she should say the truth or not, she stayed quiet until her brain debated what her next words should be. But before she could decide the better choice, her body and mouth decided for her by shrugging her shoulders and just letting a single “I don’t know” softly.

She didn’t know why she did that. Maybe because deep down she feared that if they knew the truth they wouldn’t look at her the same way. It took her years to finally trust Sam, but even then, she still didn’t tell him her entire story and everything she did.

“Well,” Sam said “we’re not stuck. We have the address Jackson told us way back at the beginning. Street 719, remember?”

“Yes, but how we know he didn’t just told us a random street to get away from us?” Bucky asked but Sera quickly shook her head, making both Sam and Bucky to turn to her.

“No, he panicked that day. He didn’t know we were coming so he clearly didn’t know he was going to end up running away. It’s worth the shot.”

Sam and Bucky nodded agreeing. “Is better if we stay here until Angela is alright, or until she can take care of herself.”

“Yeah, I don’t want to leave her alone.” Sera said. “Besides, we need backup.”

“Wait-” Sam cut her off. “I said we needed backup back then... are you agreeing with me?” Sera realised what Sam just said and was about deny it, but the loud laugh coming out of Sam’s mouth made her stay silent. “That’s new! Oh Lord, may this day bless us and be our new holiday. I call it, the day Sera finally realised that Sam is right and didn’t even have a comeback.”

“Oh, I have a comeback-”

“Just let him have this, ok?” Bucky said seeing how happy and excited Sam was while still laughing until his breathing cut short. “I better tell Sarah about this, this is one of the best days of my life!” As he was walking away all they could hear was Sam’s laugh and his happy feet walking up the stairs. But then, when he went inside the house his laugh faded away and there was nothing but the sound of the ocean and the crickets surrounding Bucky and Sera, who stayed put watching Sam walk away.

“He’s not going to let it go.” Sera said and Bucky quickly shook his head.

“Oh, no, never.”

They both bursted out laughing realising how stupid and childish the whole situation was, but for some reason, they didn’t mind. Anything that would bring them peace in those crazy wild times, it was good enough for them.

Seconds later, they found themselves enjoying the silence of the night as the only thing illuminating them was the poor street light of the house. They ocean was barely moving so it let out relaxing and soft noises of the water.

Sera felt a chilly wind against her skin but soon erased it by unintentionally moving her fingers and soon feeling the burning flames inside her body. But even though she didn’t feel cold anymore, she still moved her hands against her skin trying to find more natural warmth rather than the one her body was making.

“Are you cold?” Bucky asked softly by her side making her lock eyes with him and let out a tiny smile.

“What? Are you gonna give me your jacket like the oldest trick on the book says?” Sera said jokingly which lead to Bucky shaking his head with an inevitable smile forming on his lips.

“Right, I forgot you’re part torch so you don’t get cold.”

“And you screwdriver? Do you get cold?”

Bucky shook his head. “Not really-”

“Oh, Bucky! Do you want me to give you my jacket? Or do you want me to get closer so I can put my arm around and fill you with warmth?”

Bucky turned to her and furrowed his eyebrows confused. “How many romantic movies have you watched in your life?”

“What? You’re the one who wanted to give a girl flowers and take her to a festival.” Sera shrugged her shoulders and unintentionally taking a step to the side, to be more closer to Bucky.

“I still don’t know what is wrong with that.”

“Nothing! Is cute. I just mean that the festivals now aren’t the same as they used to be... grandpa.” As soon as Sera let out that word Bucky turned to her with his eyebrows lifted and his mouth slightly opened as a smile was forming on his lips.

“I’m not that old.” He said offended but that just made Sera to let out a loud laugh and playfully punch Bucky’s arm. “Oh, c’mon!”

“I’m sorry but that was funny!”

While Sera was trying to calm herself down and stop with her laughter, even if it was taken her longer than intended, Bucky found himself staring at her with a smile on his lips. The way that her eyes would become smaller the bigger her smile would get, her wrinkles forming around her skin and her hair moving alongside the wind. But what caught his eyes the longest where her lips. Her dark pink lips and the way she would move them as her laughter continued, how she would press them together to calm herself down or how she would lick them once she took deep breath in once she was done. All of those things would unintentionally make Bucky’s stomach to go crazy. The memory of him wanting to kiss her at the club while she was staring at her drink came back to his mind like a fast train, making him feel those exact same things right on that moment. His ears stopped hearing her laugh so he came to her eyes noticing them staring at him.

Suddenly, like she wasn’t just laughing his heart out, Sera’s butterflies inside her stomach started to move as fast as they could as she felt Bucky’s eyes on her. They felt the tension grow as their desire to grab the other was becoming bigger and bigger. Taking a step closer to Sera, touching her shoulder in the process they both felt some electricity hitting their bodies the second their skins touched bringing them back to what happened hours ago in the forest.

Still confused about that, Bucky kept staring at her eyes like he was looking for an answer in them. But ending up with nothing, he moved closer to her with the intention to feel her warmth once again against his body. Sera felt like she was glued to the floor, frozen under Bucky’s eyes wanting with excitement his next movement.

Their lips wanted to taste each other, that was known for the two of them, but before Bucky could move his hand towards her cheek a loud noise coming from the house followed by Sarah calling out the kids, made them both realise what they were doing.

“I better go check on Angela.” Sera said softly shaking her wild thoughts in her mind as Bucky looked down and took in a long breath.

“Yeah, and I better go- check on... Sam. Make sure everything is going fine.”

They both nodded and before both of them could do anything else that they might regret, they walked inside the house to make their separate ways and forget what just happened, saving it inside a box and leaving it with the others.

>>>

“I’m telling you!” Sarah said with a smile while her, Sam and Sera were drying the wet dishes after dinner. “When Sam was younger he liked to be wearing nothing but his underwear and sing the greatest love of all by Whitney Houston all the time.”

“No he didn’t!” Sera said surprised after opening her mouth shook.

“Yes he did!”

“On my defence Whitney was huge when I was a kid and that song was amazing. You can’t blame me.” Sam said lifting his hands into the air.

“I’m never going to let that go.” Sera said. “When you least expect it I’m gonna bring it and tell everyone we meet.”

Sam shook his head while grabbing another plate. “I’m sure you will.”

As soon as Sera was done with the plate on her hands she left it on the side and got ready to grab another one, but the laughs of Sarah’s kids hit her ears she slowly turn around to see both of them play around with Bucky while Angela was happily watching the fake fight on the couch with laughs coming out of her mouth.

The oldest of them, AJ, was trying to bring Bucky’s metal arm down while the youngest, Cass was fake punching Bucky on his face. Bucky fell to the floor but then quickly got up by carefully grabbing AJ and pulling him to the ground and soon take his time with Cass.

“You’re going down Bucky Barnes!” Cass yelled as he was fake fighting, making Sarah and Sam turn towards them.

“AJ! Be careful!” Sarah said firmly once she saw how her oldest son wrapped his arms around Bucky’s neck trying to pull him down.

“Don’t stop him.” Sam said while watching the fight with a cheeky smile “I wanna see where this goes.”

“C’mon Sam!” Bucky yelled from the living room. “Join the fight!”

“Yes, uncle Sam, join the fight!” Cass added as he was still fake punching and making fight noises with his mouth.

“I’m good just watching!”

“What? You don’t think you can beat us? C’mon!” Bucky said as he fell to the ground once again but soon got up to his feet and grabbed both of the kids and lifted them up into the air.

“Bucky Barnes vs The falcon!” Cass yelled which lead to Sam quickly shaking his head.

“Already been there, don’t wanna see it again. Thank you very much!”

“What?” Sera joined the conversation. “You can beat him.”

“Alright.” Sam said after letting out a tiny sigh. “But I’m winning, no matter what.” He left the towel and started walking towards the fake fight not before his sister warned him about not breaking anything.

Sera grabbed another plate without taking her eyes from the fake fight now with Sam too. As she was carefully drying the dish with the towel on her hand an unintentionally smile came out of her lips as she noticed Bucky pretending that his arm was hurting once AJ punched him.

Seeing him play with those two kids made the butterflies inside Sera’s stomach to go wild like they just seen the cutest thing ever. Her eyes and mind were so concentrated on the fight that she didn’t notice her teeth gently biting her lower lip as her eyes were slowly following Bucky, and carefully watching every move he was doing.

“Now, I’m pretty sure you’re not into my brother because I know you two have a complicated story and he loves you like a sister, so” Sarah said taking Sera out of her thoughts and gaining her eyes on her “I’m guessing the one that’s making you have those love eyes and biting your lip is Bucky, am I right?”

Sera stayed silent surprised at Sarah’s words making her tongue get twisted. She opened her mouth but no words were coming out of it, making Sera look more guilty than before. Sarah let out a tiny laugh and then added, after leaving the wet towel on the counter and turning around to rest her waist against the corner. “Don’t worry, I’m not gonna tell anyone.”

“There’s nothing to tell, Sarah.” Sera shook her head as she was repeating Sarah’s movements to end up by her side while the both of them were facing the boys play around.

“Sera, I might not have super powers but I know when someone’s into a specific person.” Sera turned to her to notice that she was already looking at her. Making a quick look to Bucky, Sarah let out a tiny smile before going back to Sera who her confused emotions and feelings made her furrow her eyebrows confuse. “The eyes never lie, honey.”

No, they don’t. Sera thought looking back at Bucky. Seeing him playing with Sam and the kids made her stomach turned and to feel her chest fill with warmth. She wanted to smile again but tried her hardest to not let it out. Maybe Sarah was right, maybe she did felt something for Bucky. After all, the things that he made her feel by just playing around with some kids weren’t something that you feel by looking at a stranger.

“Well, if I do” Sera said after letting out a little sigh “I know it’s gonna be complicated.”

“Life is already complicated-”

“Tell me about it.” Sera added while a laugh escaped her lips.

“But you don’t have to let it control what you do, Sera.”

Those soft words hit Sera differently.

Her whole life she spent avoiding things because she knew that they were going to be complicated. Not wanting to break the walls she build for herself over the years, she would mostly run away from every other relationship she had built. She knew that life by its own was complicated, so to that adding someone like her... she didn’t want anyone to deal with her. The weight that she felt when she wanted to ask for help, the burden sensation that her chest would get filled with making her turn around and make her own path, writing her own rules and actions. That was her whole life. Complicated thing after complicated thing, but... what if Bucky wasn’t complimented at all?

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” Cass yelling in excitement after winning the fake fight made Sera go back to reality and notice Bucky and Sam on the ground pretending to be hurt and not being able to get up.

“We won!” AJ gave Cass a high five before running towards Sarah to give her a tight hug. “Did you see that?”

“Yes, I loved seeing how you two kicked Sam’s ass.”

“Hey!”

“But now it’s time for bed, c’mon. Up to your room.” The kids were about to complain but soon shut their mouths as soon as Sarah gave them that ‘mom’ look. “C’mon, brush your teeth first!”

“Yeah, yeah.” AJ and Cass made their way upstairs but not before giving Bucky a high five. A very tired Sam walked closer to Sarah and gave his sister a little tight hug before turning to Sera and saying: “We need to sort out the beds.”

After deciding that Angela should take the bed since she was till recovering, there was nothing left for Bucky and Sera to take the floor. Of course, Sam tried multiple times to give Sera his bed but quicklt refusing it, she said that she wanted to be next to Angela in case she needed something.

As soon as everything was in order, Sarah said goodnight to everyone and left upstairs ready to head towards her bed. Sam helped Bucky and Sera to sort everything out but then, followed Sarah upstairs wanting to fall asleep as fast as possible since it had been a long day.

Even if it was for everyone, Sera felt that falling asleep wasn’t going to be as easy as she wanted it to be since the man that had her mind go wild everytime he was in the room was going to be there right by her side.

They both definitely knew that it was going to be a very long night.

>>>

Since the moment Sera’s body felt the coldness of the sheet on the floor hit her skin she couldn’t close her eyes not even for a second. All that surrounded her and her ears where Angela’s snores on the couch and the tiny breathing coming out of Bucky’s body. She tried her hardest to take him out of her head but the more she heard him and the fact that his body was laying by her side on the floor weren’t helping. He seemed to enjoy being on Sera’s mind since all she thought about was that smile on him while playing with AJ and Cass. He wasn’t the old grumpy man Sera was used to seeing and teasing, he was happy and enjoying himself. Something that Sera found herself wanting to see more.

As her eyes were wondering around the dark while her body was facing the other way, she was trying too hard to keep herself from wanting to turn around and face Bucky. She wanted to know is he was asleep or awake trying to take Sera out his mind. All she could hear about him was his slight breathing, no muscle moving against the floor. Just him and his relaxing breathing filling the air with hot air.

It was like Sera’s body was asking her to stop overthinking and give her mind a break, but her brain couldn’t listen. Bucky was going around over and over again on her thoughts like it was broken record and there was no way of escaping it.

Maybe if I see if Bucky is asleep I’m gonna be able to rest my mind and finally get some sleep. Sera thought as she was carefully biting her lower lip and before she could decide if it was a good idea or not, her body was already moving to the other side to face Bucky.

Like she suspected, his eyes were closed but he didn’t seem asleep. His eyelashes could be seen from her point of view making them look even longer. His lips were relaxed, so relaxed that it gave Sera the desire to feel them against hers. The imagine of her getting closer ready to taste his lips appeared on her mind making her close her eyes not wanting to have that. But that made it even worse. It made her mind go wild as her and Bucky were now closer to the other, his hand touching her thigh while slowly caressing it with his thumb. Her hand against his chest slowly tracing it with her index finger, feeling his fit torso against her skin.

She didn’t want to think of that, she couldn’t. After all, it was just... Bucky. What could she do about her strange feelings for him? Tell him? And if he feels the same thing, date him? Go on dates? Be normal?

Having anything romantic didn’t seem normal for her. It was so far off from her life that even her own feelings looked like a movie for her. But even if that was weird enough, her next thought made her even more weirded out... what if Bucky felt the same thing?

She opened her eyes after letting out silent sigh to find a Bucky now facing her way and looking directly into her eyes. He let out a tiny smile before giving Angela a quick look before going back to Sera. “Can’t sleep?” He asked softly which lead to Sera slowly shaking her head.

Their eyes were glued to the other as they felt the warmth or their bodies were giving now facing each other. Sera’s eyes noticed how his eyes slowly traced her face until they arrived her lips. He stayed there for a couple of seconds making the butterflies in her stomach to wake up until he went back to her eyes. Even if the desire to end the space between them was in both of them, their eyes stayed put staring at the other like they were looking for answers in them.

For the way they were staring into each other, they both felt like they, somehow, managed to know everything that there was to know about the other. Their eyes were so focused on the other that Bucky’s actions didn’t seem to face neither of them, he took his hand and gently pushed a hair that was over Sera’s face back and tugged it behind her ear. After that, instead of taking his hand away, he stayed there and gently caress her cheek with his thumb. But soon going towards her lips to trace them slowly as his eyes went to them. Without thinking about it, Sera got closer to his body as his hand grabbed her cheek with strength ready to end the space between them and unite his lips with hers, like his body was screaming at him to do. But before they could end it, a loud snore coming out of Angela’s mouth made them both jump and separate their bodies once again.

“I didn’t know someone so small could snore so loud.” Bucky said in a whisper by Sera’s side gaining a laugh coming out from her lips. Not wanting to wake up Angela on the couch Sera covered her mouth as the laughter seemed to want to become louder. “Wanna take off to the big chair on the other room?” Bucky asked and Sera quickly nodded before getting up from the floor to walk directly to the other side of the living room, far away from Angela and her loud snores.

Bucky sat down soon followed by Sera who placed her body next to his, almost with their shoulders touching since the chair wasn’t that big for the both of them. Once they both comfortably sat down, their knees automatically touched but neither of them moved it, they kept it as they were silently enjoying it.

“And you had to deal with that everyday?” Bucky asked referring to Angela and Sera just let out a tiny laugh while shaking her head.

“I could heard her from my room but I didn’t know they were that loud.”

As they both let out laughs Sera felt how the cold air that was coming trough the window hit her skin, making her cross her arms around her chest looking for natural warmth. Bucky noticing this grabbed the blanket by their side and quickly opened it to spread it around his and Sera’s legs.

“Before you say anything, I know you can turn into a torch but, c’mon, this is better.”

Not wanting to argue with Bucky, and secretly knowing that he was right, Sera let out a tiny smile and got closer to Bucky since the blanket wasn’t wide enough. As far as she could, she moved her body against his and immediately feeling the coldness fading away from her body.

For the first time in her life, Sera realised how different was the warmth of her body from the warmth of having a body by her side was. Bucky, without giving her a chance to do something else, he took his arm and placed it around her shoulder making her head to go towards his chest, wanting to feel that new yet surprisingly amazing and relaxing warm feeling she was experiencing.

Bucky started to gently caress her hair to make her feel even more relaxed than before. She wasn’t understanding why he was doing this, but of course she was enjoying. Feeling him close, feeling his body warm hers, his hands touching her, it made her feel things she had never felt before for someone. And it made her wonder even more... maybe Sarah was right.

“Thank you for saving my life today, Sera.” Bucky said softly making her to look up to lock eyes with him. He gently stared at her while his hand wasn’t stopping, but instead of being against her hair, his fingers slowly moved to her cheek. “I have no idea what you did, but thank you.”

“You saved my body from being hit by a hundred of bullets, Bucky, it was the least I could do. Right?” She asked jokingly gaining a little laugh from Bucky. “I guess you’re wondering what the hell was that.”

“Kinda.”

“Kinda? Then I’m not explaining shit to you, then.” Sera went back to facing downwards which lead to Bucky gently grabbing her chin to make her look back at him. He stared at her with a big smile when his eyes unintentionally went over her lips but then gaining his train of process about what happened back, he went back to her eyes.

“I’m dying to know.” He said softly and Sera let out a tiny smile, before taking her back against the back of the chair, to be face to face with Bucky more comfortably.

She let out a tiny sigh while thinking her every word carefully. “When someone get hits with fire, I can- in a way, enter their body and take full control of the fire inside of them. It allows me to make imaginable things. I can save them by taking the fire out, I can even turn the water inside into fire and control the person-”

“Control?”

“Yeah. I can make them do whatever- I would ask them to do. Full control... or, I could turn everything inside their bodies into flames and- and... just, end them.”

“Burning them?” Bucky asked but Sera slowly shook her head.

“It’s more than that, but- I think is a conversation to have another day.”

Sera always felt afraid of saying what she was actually capable of doing. Like she was embarrassed of it, specially after using it against poeple in the wrong way... making her feel terrified of it.

Seeing the strange look on Bucky’s face, Sera let out a tiny laugh and nodded. “I know it felt weird. Someone did it to me once.”

“I thought you couldn’t get burnt?”

“I can’t- but, that time was necessary.” Bucky’s eyes were asking for more, so realising this, Sera took a deep breath said: “When a was a little kid, controlling.... this, was harder than anything I’ve ever done. Learning how to fully manipulate as a three year old, something so powerful and dangerous as fire, it wasn’t something that I would call a party. So, one day- I felt like I couldn’t take it anymore. I was... tired. I remember my eyes turning black and a horrible burning growing inside of me. I’ve never felt something like that before because, like you said, fire can’t hurt me. But that time- it did and it made me feel terrified. I was sad and, broken. Growing up I wasn’t the- uhm, the happiest kid. I guess, I was just keeping it all inside of me and that day just, exploded and I started to create this strong fire that I couldn’t control. It was all too much for me. So, the- the person that was there with me did the exact same thing I did to... you.”

“They took the fire out of you?” Bucky asked after his brain was trying to process everything. Sera nodded looking down remembering every single moment of that memory. It still hurt to think about it, and Bucky noticed. He took the hand that was touching Sera’s should and gently pushed her to be more closer to him. Following his hand, Sera took her head and rested it on his chest once again. “How old were you?” He asked in a whisper that was almost covered by the wind entering the room.

“Ten.” Sera said in the same tone. The way that Bucky was slowly caressing her cheek with his thumb made her close her eyes enjoying the feeling against her skin.

Both Sera and Bucky went completely silent after that. They didn’t know why, but for some reason they felt extremely comfortable with the each other. Usually, they were the type of person to prefer to be alone and just deal with their lives lonely. But when the other was around, specially on that moment as their bodies were close, the didn’t want the other to leave.

“I know you’re still a little bit confused.” Sera said jokingly gaining a little laugh from Bucky’s mouth. “I was too. The way your body acts it’s just-”

“Weird?”

“I was gonna say differently, but yeah, weird works.” Their little laughs surrounded the room but then Sera took in a little breath and added: “It’s like; the person who takes control of the fire has to put their mind into a deep connection with the other person. Every feeling and every little energy that they felt has to be thought right into that second. They need to enter your body- in a way, so, it’s one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to learn. And what comes after-”

“Is there an after?”

“Well- yeah. After one has been inside your body every energy surrounding you and that person becomes... stronger. It’s deeper than it was before, it makes an invisible red string between those two people. When that person did it to me, everytime that we were together we would just... click and work better. It was like our bodies were one-” Realising her words Sera stopped and shut her mouth. She didn’t want to confuse Bucky even more by telling him how deep and dangerous it was. So instead of saying more about the subject, she slightly shrugged her shoulders and ended with: “But it’s different for every person that you do it with.”

Wishing that Bucky didn’t ask more, Sera let out a silent breath to feel the hot air coming out her mount and to relax his now beating faster heart. She heard the silence coming his way that at one point, she thought that maybe he had fallen asleep when Sera finished telling him that story. But proving her wrong, Bucky kept moving his thumb against her skin and with his deep and soft voice, asked: “And what does it mean for us, Sera?”

As soon as those words left his mouth, Sera felt how his heart dropped to her stomach as her fingers were tracing each other. She didn’t know what to respond to that because in reality... she didn’t know. Bucky was the second person that she did it to and it was completely different. She felt different. Their bodies connected way more deeper, even before that, Sera noticed how her connected towards Bucky didn’t took her a long time. Instead, as soon as her eyes locked with him, it all came easier. Like there was something stronger connecting them together.

“I don’t know, Bucky.” Sera finally said softly. She felt how his chest was being filled with a big portion of air before hearing the hot air coming out of his mouth. It was like he was preparing himself to do or say something. But before Sera could make her mind go into deep thought, Bucky took his metal arm and grabbed her chin to make her look up while his other hand was still placed on her cheek. Locking eyes with him, Sera felt the hotness growing inside her body as she felt his eyes staring at her soul. He slowly stared to stare at every detail that was on Sera’s face but then stop at her lips while his cold metal arm started to gently trace them once again.

So shook and surprised, Sera stayed still enjoying every single thing Bucky was doing on that moment. His hot air against her skin, her fingers on her, her eyes still glued to her lips like they were just screaming at her to end the space between them.

“Sera?” Bucky asked in a whisper which lead to her feeling her skin shiver under his voice. “What are you doing to me?”

His words hit her ears and soon felt how her body melted. His tone was deep and soft, making the question enter her body and make everything inside to shut down. He looked up at her eyes as her thumb was still caressing her cheek. With strength, he grabbed her waist and pulled her closer without taking his eyes away from her, but once closer, he took them down towards her lips. It was desire and lust was filled both of their eyes, wanting to taste each other’s lips right on that second was the only thing they had on their minds. His free hand grabbing her waist with strength while his cold metal arm was gently grabbing her cheek, like he was ready to make the next step.

But the moment he got closer, Sera touched his chest and stopped him from making another move. “Bucky, we can’t.” She said softly.

“Why not?” He asked against her lips.

“I can’t.” Her voice cracked when she let out those words. Noticing this, Bucky gently pushed her head towards his chest to let her rest against it. Hearing the sound of his heart beating Sera let out a tiny sigh and closed her eyes enjoying the feeling Bucky gave her. That sensation of warmth and happiness, like nothing could go wrong after that. Like the were just normal, two people enjoying each other’s presence... but just like always, reality brought Sera back, making her open her eyes once again to meet the poor light of the moonlight illuminating the room. “I’m scared Bucky.” She said in the lowest whisper. “That everyone around me will always get hurt because of me.”

“What about you getting hurt?” Bucky said in the same tone, while his thumb was still caressing her cheek.

She just let out a tiny laugh and added: “I’m used to that.”

Gently grabbing her chin, Bucky made her look up and lock eyes with his. He looked down at her lips but soon joined her eyes, as they were waiting to Bucky to say something. “I’ll keep you safe, Sera. I promise.” He said in a whisper making her feel the hot air against her skin.

Unintentionally, she grabbed his cheek with her right hand and let out a tiny yet sad smile. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Barnes.”

She said with the intention to turn her head and look down, to close her eyes and finally feel her body slowly falling asleep while wrapped around Bucky’s arms. Enjoy that feeling for one last time, before she knew she had to let it behind and move on like she always did.

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sofijaeger · 3 years

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Sway

eren yeager x reader

word count: 3.3k

i wrote this about a year ago, i apologize for it being awkward lol

this isn’t the one I was planning on doing in my recent post, but I simply pasted this from my wattpad account and I think it’s kinda cool! This will mainly be set in 2nd person P.O.V. but your thoughts will be included as well.

Eren’s kinda OC... but who cares:)

Warnings:

• just a lil spicy👀 *Eren’s fault not mine*

• mentions/spoilers of season 3 part 2

Members of every Regiment appeared for what was planned as one special, social occasion, honoring the Scouting Regiment for their success in reclaiming Wall Maria, one of humanities' biggest comebacks. The take-back had caused so much pressure on the people, Historia, who had recently been enthroned as Queen a few months prior, had obliged an event to settle the scouts, and release any frustrations they had felt in the past.

Entering the large ballroom, each of your eyes gleamed in excitement at the sight before you. Captain even widened his eyes in amusement. Hundreds of formally looking pairs were painted across the spacious room. Many gathered in clumps around the perimeter of the ballroom, discussing each other's wear and significant ones, others casually seated at the tables, enjoying the fresh cuisine that had miraculously increased in supply thanks to the farmlands of Maria reopening.

Yet your eyes focused on one thing only. The dance floor, fully covered in couples flowing effortlessly in patterns like words written into poetry. As you began to step forward, lifting your dress in courtesy, a hand had gently tugged on your sleeveless arm. "Don't you think it's best we start the night off with conversation?" Armin gave you a gentle smile, despite his attempts to hold Connie and Sasha back from the royal buffet.

Inviting Captain Levi's Special operations squad as her guests of honor, discussions between your group and the rest of the Soldiers from each wall had been intense. The 10 members including yourself felt too uncomfortable thinking about the subject again, specifically the losses you each endured.

As the late evening began to set, and the population of the room increasingly drunkened themselves, the cadets and yourself had had enough of the boring conversations. "That's it", Connie interrupted the group, "LET'S PARTY!!". He chugged a small shot glass of alcohol, receiving a few cheers from random guests and shocked faces from you and the rest of your squad, before pulling on your wrist, leading you to the dance floor. Excited to start dancing, a single thought held you back, and eventually another wrist.

You turned your head, viewing a surprisingly timid brunette holding your hand. "Eren?" you questioned. "Is something wrong?". He finally made contact with you, and seemingly blushed? Eren was never one to make such emotional faces but it seemed the view of something had changed his thoughts.

Or someone.

"Y-You..." he stuttered. By this time Mikasa had placed a hand on his shoulder. "What's wrong Eren?" she comforted.

Still keeping his gaze upon you, he mustered the words "You promised me a dance, don't you remember?" Your eyes widened at the question you answered only a day ago~

☼ ☼ ☼

"[Nameee]" Eren called, a day earlier. Finishing up the last of your chores, you hadn't turned in time for him to hold you in his arms, lifting you up and spinning you in surprise. "Eren?!" you laughed. "Enough with the sweetness, I'm not finished yet!" Placing you down, he reached for another broom and assisted you in your cleanings.

After a few moments, you broke the silence, yet Eren was much more into physical showings than verbal. "I'm excited for the party tomorrow" You smiled. Turning to look at him, he kept his focus on the task at hand, sighing in what seems like half content, half dissatisfaction. "Oh, don't be so mopey Eren. Especially not around me!" He leveled to your eyes, a saddened look still present on his face.

"Er, what's wrong?"

"Taking a break doesn't sound very soldier-like to me"

"Don't you think we deserve a break?" you questioned. No matter how hard you tried it seemed you could never understand him and his motives.

"We're supposed to be fighting. Staying on the front lines until everything has been settled. What's the point in taking a rest?"

"Well let's see...to maintain our sanity?" You both chuckled. After another quick moment of silence, Eren considered your thought. "I guess it won't be too bad" he laughed. "Just don't expect me to be the life of the party"

"Oh you most certainly will be" you answered. "You HAVE to dance at least once".

"What? No way!"

"Despite what you may think, you've got some of the best rhythm i've ever seen. I promise you one dance won't hurt" you told. Eren looked into your eyes, the same eyes you'd fallen for not so long ago. "Will it be with you?" He spoke in almost a whisper, unknowingly moving closer to you. Your breath jumped before you could answer with a grateful smile.

"I promise".

☼ ☼ ☼

"I had her first, Titan boy!" Connie shouted, taking your hand again. Jean seemed to stand in disbelief. "Hey, I want to dance with her too!" He argued. Mikasa quietly giggled, sneaking you a shot glass before you approached the floor. Captain Levi was careless over the boys behavior but was quite concerned for the ladies, making sure they were safe was one of his priorities, almost making him seem father-like. As Historia from the other side of the ballroom instructed the musicians to mature the theme of the night, you took a few final sips of the beverage, seeing a few shocked looks from your comrades. Before accepting Connies proposal and making your way to the floor.

Almost immediately as the two of you stepped out, the music began to play. You were glad you had such great friends to dance with, but there was one problem.

Connie surprisingly had no rhythm.

He seemed to be enjoying himself as the instruments strummed in complexity, but his steps rather than reaching the floor stepped onto your small feet. You couldn't last more than 8 seconds with him. Jean suddenly tapped your shoulder and you accepted his offer to dance. "You understand, don't you Connie?" You cheekily smiled before walking away with Jean.

When Marimba rhythms start to play, Dance with me...

"Make me sway" The two-tone haired boy sang to you, making you laugh as you attempted to assist him in his dance steps. Jean was a good dancer, it was well known between the scouts, but it seemed no one could match your skill or competitiveness. "Jesus, Jean you really are a horse!" you critiqued. Your laugh though soon became more of a worry. Where was Eren? In all honesty you just wanted to spend time with him. Where could he have gone to?

What you hadn't observed was the turquoise-eyed boy on the side of the ballroom, who was very skeptical of your time spent with the others. No matter how often he denied it, seeing you happy with Jean pissed him off.

"I'd step in if I were you." a smaller man suggested, stepping towards Eren and Armin, who was trying to comfort his friend in the process of being extremely possessive over a girl who wasn't even his.

"Really, Captain?" Eren responded. Levi nodded, adjusting his tuxedo before shoving him to stumble closer to you and the horse.

Jean's face showed an apologetic frown for his clumsy footwork, before he noticed something over your shoulder. Jean smirked, then used his shoe to tangle you into your tight dress. You gave him a look that meant none else than 'are you kidding', leaving you no choice but to twirl yourself out of your tangled attire.

Immediately as you settled yourself out of your entwined dress, the hands of your partner were reapplied to your form, less tense.

You look up, only to notice your partner grabbing your hand and swerving you in a circle, beginning your dance again. You couldn't turn your head quick enough to meet his face, and it was quite a sharp twirl, one you never thought would've come from Jean.

And that’s when you realized you weren’t dancing with Jean anymore.

The male then began challenging footwork, something you could easily tag along to since it was...

At a quick tempo?

Just who am I dancing with?!

Again, before you could turn your head to make eye contact with your partner, he spun you once more, so that your backside was facing his chest. One hand of his sliding over your stomach, the other gently tracing down your arm to grab your hand again. Your breath hitched, and your feet continued to move in a pattern so insync, it was quite hard to understand how you were keeping time with him.

This guy is better than me!

Like a lazy ocean hugs the shore, pull me close, sway me more.

Spinning you back around so you were held in a standard partner position, this boy held you so close your head was practically leaning on his shoulder. He didn't want you to see the reactions of the hundreds of people, now stepping off the floor to give their attention to you two. He wanted you to feel the moment with him, as if you were the only two in the world.

You were his world, that was for sure.

Like a flower bending in the breeze, bend with me, sway with ease...

The two of you continued to move in a circular motion across the center of the floor, stopping only for improvised footwork or him lifting you off the floor as you two spun. From afar, you met Mikasa's eyes as she and a few other couples danced around you. She was with Jean, as he held her waist with a grin, but she didn't seem to happy about it. Chuckling at her facials, You were twirled again by your mysterious partner, his chocolate tussles brushing over your cheek.

When you dance you have a way with me, Stay with me,

The male hugged your form, pressing your entire body so close to his, slipping one finger into the cut of your dress so he was now tickling the bare skin of your lower back. The music timed perfect with this words:

"...sway with me"

Eren sang into your ear.

Your jaw dropped open, as the male longingly looked to your gorgeous complexion. Finally, you had the chance to meet Eren's eyes, but you didn't want to anymore. He had left you a beet-red mess.

God, you loved him.

Other dancers may be on the floor

Dear, but my eyes will see only you

Only you have that magic technique

When we sway I go weak.

It truly was an odd moment for everyone. The other scouts who had become your family had noticed your reaction in this very moment, as well as your emotions around him in the last few years. You were stubborn, but you'd always allow your temperamental, boss-like exterior to subside whenever you were with, him.

You had no choice than to wrap your arms around Eren's neck, to avoid any hints of your already blushing self. Dammit, what the hell is wrong with me?! you thought to yourself.

Eren chuckled in surprise, taking his far hand to support your upper back. "What?" he flirtatiously questioned, sending breathed heat to your neck where his mouth spoke. "You did say 'enough with the sweetness'". Eren used his index finger that had already been under the waistline of your dress to titillate your lower back once again. You whimpered in what you both knew was pleasure, and placed your head snug into the crook of his neck, your heavy breaths making his smug look even greater.

He took pride in how he was making you feel,

I can hear the sounds of violins, long before it begins

Make me thrill as only you know how, sway me smooth, sway me now

He slyly kissed the side of your upper half, from your warm cheek down to your collarbone over and over, continuing to sway as to not make a scene. You couldn't do anything but grit your teeth, for Eren had never pulled any sort of loving move to this extent. It was obvious he wanted to please you. And it was working, because you were furious.

No person could ever come close to making you feel this way, so why Eren? What about his sincerity and allurement made its way into you? Why did he make my heart race? It may have been his eyes, which caught you by surprise from the first day of Cadet training. You remembered thinking how you've never seen green eyes so bright, or how they could easily pass as turquoise from the blue and yellow flecks scattered in them. Maybe it was his confidence? An emotion he let out so effortlessly, even when he felt hopeless. It made you feel warm, like a true savior was guiding you.

As you pondered stressfully between your thoughts, so much frustration had caused you to gather a small tear in your eyes, and if you hadn't blinked, it wouldn't have trickled onto Eren, butterfly kissing his now damp neck.

Eren widened his eyes at your reaction, and immediately supported your head in his hand. "[Name?]" he worriedly whispered, burying his nose into your hair to shield your emotions from any eyeing guests. A minute passed with no response, he desperately tried to get an answer from you.

"Are you?... I didn't mean for you to-"

"It's not that" you whispered back.

"It had to have been something I did-".

"Yes-" was all you could muster before Eren spun the two of you in between couples, exiting the hall in an elegant fashion. He let go of your form, only holding on by your hand as he led you out to one of the many balconies the castle held, away from all the people.

Coming to a stop by the balustrade, Eren quickly turned around to see your almost dizzied form. Head down and sniffing back tears you most certainly didn't want to release in front of him. He took one step, wrapped his arms around you, less provocative than before, and held you for quite a while in silence. That is until he gained the courage to speak.

"I'm sorry, I really am." he cooed. "I never intended to make you feel uncomfortable. Please, know it was just a joke if I hurt your feelings in any way..." He placed a hand back over your head, softly rubbing it as you stood in his embrace. You wanted to cry right then and there. Cry out all the emotions youd held in these past years. He confused you so much you didn't know how to think or act around him. If that wasn't enough for you to begin crying again, the kiss he gave onto your forehead did the trick.

"I don't understand. " you whispered.

"What?"

"I don't understand you!" you shouted. Eren's face paled as you shoved out of his embrace, crossing your chilled arms. Wary of being too loud, you stuttered your next words.

"How come... you always know what to say. Is that another perfect quality of yours?".

Shit

Holding back your feelings wasn't an option anymore.

You had to let him know.

You wanted to let him know.

"No matter how hard I try I can never understand you! One minute your completely focused on what you have in mind, and the next your smiling without a worry in the world. I don't get it! You never give up on me, or never fail to make me beam, even in the darkest of times. How can you do that to me?! How can you make me nervous and excited at the same time? What is it about you that makes me want to fall harder for you?!"

Eren stood at you bug-eyed. How in the world was he supposed to respond to something so heartfelt? Words he conveyed so mutually? Luckily, you gave him more time as you continued to confess in your confusing way.

"Maybe... it's that your so loving towards your goals" you calmed down,"Yea...That's it." confirming with yourself out loud."Goals I find so astonishing, though I can barely understand how you approach them. It makes me want to stand by you, all the time, defeating all the challenges you face”.

You grabbed each of his clammy hands that hung beside his limpish figure.

“I want you to achieve the greatest happiness imaginable Eren." You looked up at him, and there was that blush you'd seen on him from before. Darker this time, even in the illuminated sky.

"It's a distinct feeling, I think of admiration? No, more than that. One I can't help, so rather than trying to fight it, I can't do anything but surrender to it. I sound absolutely crazy but I can't help it because-"

“I’m in love with you” Eren finished your sentence.

"Yes, that's exactly how I feel Eren! Wait, come again?"

By the time you could process his words, Eren had pulled you into a deep first kiss. His lips were warmer than you expected. The boy had wanted to hold you like this for as long as he could remember, his own hands couldn't bring you closer to him. He slid his hand through your hair, the other around your waist, finding its way back to that sweet spot underneath your waistline hem.

You quiet moan from his action was enough permission to passionate the bond between you two, as you grabbed him around the neck.

Eren was so immensely happy. He'd had never felt this kind of love.

A love he felt so rawly, he was completely lost in his dreams when he was with you.

You couldn't contain your breath much longer, forcing yourself to break away in a gasp, yet your noses still connected, Eren blindly searching for your lips again.

"[Name]" he whispered , touching his forehead with yours.

"I didn't know how to explain it, how you complete me when I thought no one could, but you do understand me, that's why I-" He stared into your tired eyes, gesturing his confession. "I-I can't contain myself around you. As soon as I see you each morning, I feel every urge in my body to tell you every detail about me, knowing you'll listen and genuinely care. I want... to kiss you every single time I look at you." His breath carried him into a few peppered kisses to your lips.

"Never in a thousand years could this event, or any person i've met be the source of my sanity. It's you, [Name], it always has been".

Your mind couldn't process what exactly had just happened, so you continued to stare down at his shoes, Your foreheads still connected as Eren once again attempted to get a response out of you.

"Was that too much?" Eren asked. His hand had made its way to hold yours, his other against your dry, tear-stained cheek, stroking it with upmost sympathy. "What I did back in the ballroom?"

You smirked, meeting his eyes with pure confidence and shook your head 'no'.

"I never said I didn't like it, Eren".

Eren smiled, wiping your damp under-eyes with his finger as he lead you back into the ballroom. There, you'd met the rest of your squad who was seated at your reserved table.

"Oi, that was some dance you two did" Connie raised his eyebrows up and down in amusement. "I got... lost in the moment." Eren nervously claimed. Connie seemed to notice the two of you still holding hands just as Jean had. "Someone confessed" Jean confirmed, but you could only smile.

"That's enough with the chatting. Get the last of your fun in now, because you won't have another chance like this for a while." Captain Levi broke in. The 10 of you ran back out to the dance floor, enjoying every bit of yourselves into the late night.

In all of your losses, all your tragedies, you'd found true happiness. And it seemed Eren had as well, turning to you with an even greater smile than he had ever made before.

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what-nani-ano · 2 years

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if/when u get this, you have to say 5 things u like about yourself than send it to 10 of your followers

I HOPE THIS ISN'T HARD FOR YOU!!!

I don't uhm- I don't really like that much about myself B) ig everything I list here is all there is

@thecurrator

1. I'm witty ig hehe, I can make pretty fast and funny comebacks and comments when I'm in the right mind. This also helps me come up with stuff fast that I haven't thought of yet for my OC/s. Maybe this also helps with speedrunning designs? Insult me and I might make fun of myself or you, there is no in-between. heck i might even make fun of you out of no where-

2. I'm a fast learner. I can pick up a hobby, even if I may not master it, I can get the basics pretty fast. That's how it was for me when I played guitar, billiard, and some other stuff/games. I'm not saying I'd instantly be good at it, but I'd be able to understand how everything works. I think a part of this is also my curiosity? Like TWST was pretty confusing with all the stuff you have to do when you first start out, I just pressed random stuff and then I connected the dots on what they do since I knew TWST wasn't really that popular so I couldn't find a bunch of help for TWST online and I wasn't interested in watching videos for it.

3. I like that some people look up to me. I don't want to sound narcissistic cus' I hate narcissists... but... It just feels nice to know people see good things about you... they don't see the clumsy, procrastinating, loner girl who knows she can do better but just chooses not to out of laziness.

I get along with children more than ppl my age bc... it's just hard to talk to them irl... so It's nice to know that the younger ones go up to me and show me their drawings... they say "look! do you like my drawing ate(big sis??) Jana?" and it's nice to hear from my relatives that my younger cousins want to draw like me and copy me because they look up to me... I'm not that good in my eyes... even some of my friends look up to me... some friends call me "Kami-sama." I don't think I deserve it but I must admit, it feels a little good.

4.I love my talents. ^^

5. I IM AN IDIA SIMP wait no that's not about me... wait I'm gonna think what else I like abt myself

5 (for real now). I like that I don't feel the need to get anything more than what I have right now... It's easy for me to be content, and if I do want something it's not even gonna be that expensive. Ask me what I want as a present I say "surprise me" because I actually don't know what to ask for, like... gift me literally anything I don't care, I'll love it. HECK just show up or exist and I'll consider that a gift.

#idk lol #hope this is ok #damn...#i talk a lot huh...?

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halloweenismyfav · 3 years

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【 𝐂𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝 𝐒𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 】

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ “How lovely it is to meet you! I’m Cupid’s apprentice, Hallow Philautia.” The girl’s eyes brightened at the sight of a new face. “Cupid, Eros—whatever you wanna call him—has left me in charge of making people fall in love down here in the human realm! Something seems to have happened to his bow so now it’s up to me to make sure people are with the right person~” With a proud look, she then led you to a mystical spring. “Now, tell me, who is it that you love?”

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chimswae · 3 years

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BTS Caretaker CH39

Summary: She may think she has Bangtan Sonyeondan wrapped around her fingers. She may think it is easy to love the members equally without hurting any soul. She may think the boys wont fall head over heels for her. She assumes it is okay to show a little love and affection towards the boys, what if she gets it all wrong? What if it only brings more complication to her already complicated life? Can she survive their charms? Will she be able to resist them? What if they just wont let her go?

- Pairing: BTS x Oc ( Yoongi x OC, Jungkook x OC)

- Genre: Fluff, Slight Angst, Romance, Idol!au

- Word Count: 3,161

- Author Note: Sorry again for late update, i just finished my quarantine so now i am pretty caught up with my final exams! ^^ i will try to post another one on time next monday~ for those that have read Untold, a character from the fic made a crossover appearance here.

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Chapter 39

Thirty minutes before they wrapped up the promotion, the boys were interacting diligently with fellow Armys and enjoyed the remaining time left before they bid a real goodbye. God knows when will they be having their comeback again? Months from now maybe?

There were few fans left in the line waiting for their albums to be signed and as usual Bangtan Sonyeondan gave all their best until the end like they usually did. Jin and Hoseok chirpy voice diverted Jimin attention to those two whom sat three seats away from him.

He glanced at the fan stood straight in from of them with an obvious bulgy stomach. A pregnant young lady that looked like in his early 20’s was having a lively conversation with the two pranksters. They were basically asking her about the baby inside her stomach while Hoseok made an attempt to poke her belly, Jin swatted his hand away claiming that he’s being rude.

The beautiful young lady laughed at their silliness and bowed slightly, before inching slowly towards Yoongi side. Jungkook looked amused and didn’t wait for her to move to his side, joining Yoongi with the conversation.

Jimin tore his gaze from them and smiled sweetly at the fans knelt before him. As usual, Jimin listened to the girl story attentively and even teased her making the girl blushed in process. The staff had ordered the fan to move as time was running out, and the fan earlier was soon replaced by the pregnant lady.

“It is Jimin! Hi!” she said excitedly, placing the album on the table.

Jimin flinched at her friendliness and nodded with a smile “Hi. What is your name?”

“Na Yeoul!” her chirpy but soft voice was addictive.

“Are you here alone Yeoul-ssi? How many months pregnant are you?” Yeoul took a deep breath, getting tired over a simple conversation that she had with previous members. She took a moment to respond to his question. Jimin looked concern and offered her to take a seat, with that he called out one of the staffs to bring a chair for her to sit.

The female staff assisted Yeoul to sit down and she thanked her before answering his question, “I come here alone and 37 weeks pregnant” his brows knitted, thinking intently.

“Yeoul-ssi, shouldn’t you be staying home or hospital? It is your critical stage, right?” Jimin freaked out knowing the risk that she took just to meet them.

She nodded in agreement “Yes. However, my baby told me that he is craving to see Bangtan Sonyeondan ” she stroked her belly, smiling softly.

“What type of craving is that? I thought it only meant for food..So, it is a he? Do you have a name for him?” her lips curled into a smile.

Pursing her lips into a pout, Yeoul hummed softly “Not yet. I will think of a name soon. It feels good to see your face before my due, thank you for making it happen” he was smiling from ear to ear while signing her albums before handing it back to her.

“But it is your due, 37 weeks”

“I am the one carrying the baby not you” she blinked.

He let out a small chuckle “I pray that you will deliver this beautiful baby safely. Visit us again with your baby in the future okay?” Yeoul hugged the album closed to her chest and stood up slowly. Seeing her struggle, Jimin took her arms and helped the pregnant lady to stand.

“Thank you Jimin-ssi”

“See you again Yeoul-ssi” as she was about to move to next member, Yeoul felt a surge of pain around her lower abdomen. She bit her lower lips, feeling the cramps worsening that panicked Namjoon and Taehyung.

“Are you alright?” Namjoon scrutinized her dark expression and realized something was off. Jimin quickly went to her side turning the hall into a dead silent for few minutes as everyone’s attention were on the pregnant lady on stage.

Other members, followed by the staff moved to inspect the scene and like a cue they heard Yeoul’s soft scream “OH MY GOD” everyone started to panic.

“Her water broke!” the audience gasped in horror.

Yeoul squished Jimin’s hand, breathing heavily as she could no longer withstand the pain. The staffs had spread out, calling the ambulance and some were looking for a comfortable seat for her while waiting for help.

“Calm your breathing. Do not panic” Jimin massaged her arms with the help of one of the female staff.

“How can I calm down when I am about to deliver my baby on this stage! OH MY GOD” she said dramatically. Even in situation like this, she was acting like a drama queen which amused Jimin. Do all women acted like Yeoul?

“The ambulance will be here soon, don’t worry Yeoul-ssi” Hoseok stared at her in horror. The image of a woman giving birth on stage in an unprotected environment scared him to the core. The pure baby need to be protected at all cost.

Yeoul let out another small shriek, while steadying her breathing “If I give birth here, my baby better be the next Bangtan Sonyeondan” she blurted out of the blue earning chuckles from the floor. Jimin wiped off the bead of sweat that started to trickle down from her forehead using his sleeves.

“OH MY GOD I CAN FEEL IT” Yeoul shrieked again louder than before.

“Yah don’t give birth here! Hold the baby in” Jin panicked.

“Are you crazy?! How can I hold the baby? It is not a friggin faeces. It is a real huma-SHIT IT IS COMING” the crowd was horrified to hear Yeoul voice. She was groaning in pain and trashing some random shits not caring whether it is Bangtan Sonyeondan or heard by many Armys whom attended the event.

The staffs have assisted all the fans to leave the venue and the members apologized to those who didn’t manage to get their albums signed. However, the company promised to compensate them later on. They have an important thing to settle at the moment.

“The ambulance is here!” one of the staffs hollered, as he sprinted inside sending a wave of relief. Manager Sejin helped to move Yeoul on the stretcher with the help of Jungkook, Namjoon and the two crews.

‘Please be alright’ Jimin stood there frozen watching her body being moved safely inside the ambulance.

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BTS’s Baby made it to major headlines and became a hot topic among the netizen. Everyone was excited upon hearing the news. They were referring the baby as BTS’s baby because of the incident took place during their fansign.

The members of Bangtan paid Yeoul a visit after their schedule ended and the rumours previous night died down for a moment to commemorate the newborn baby. Little did they know the members were already knocked down by Yeoul bluntness, more like every word that she spouted sent them off the grid.

“I am naming my son Minyeol. Jimin plus Yeoul, Minyeol!” she chortled, batting her eyelashes innocently at Jimin causing the latter to blush in his stance.

“Shouldn’t you be naming him after your husband’s name? Why are you dragging me in? That makes me feel uncomfortable” he mumbled lowly.

“Yeoul-ssi, what about your husband?” Jin tilted his head

“What about him?”

“Urm… you are combining your name and my name, for your son. I don’t want to cause any misunderstanding” he chewed his lips, glancing at others for help. Namjoon shrugged with a teasing smile, he enjoyed watching Jimin being tamed by a girl.

Yeoul puckered her lower lips, expelling a long sigh “There is no husband. I don’t need anyone’s approval” the revelation made their eyes flung open. They didn’t expect a woman at this age to lose her husband tragically and gave birth to a child alone. Yeah, the boys really assumed her husband was dead. Bangtan were scrutinizing her expression to catch any sign of sadness, but she remained stoic and calm.

That didn’t last long when the pale lady opened her mouth. “That piece of shit, after planting his fucking seeds in me, he ran away with some bitch to Japan. Ugh, a mere thought of him angered me to the fucking core” the words flown like flying bullets ripped their innocent ears.

“Heol..” Namjoon took a deep breath, gawking at the weak girl on the bed as though she had just committed the biggest crime of the century.

“YOU!” she yelled angrily directing towards Jimin. The latter flinched at the sudden attack, as he watched she waggled her finger while recollecting her thoughts. “I will keep that name, Minyeol” “What?” stupefied, he cursed in his head judging this bipolar lady before him.

“Are you Jimin hyung fan?” the maknae finally spoke up after keeping his mouth shut for hours.

With zero hesitation, Yeoul shook her head “I am your fan. For an add reason, these days I am more to Jimin. No offense though, I am sure that is part of my craving” Jungkook scrunched his nose in confusion.

“Hey so I am just a substitute?” way to add more salt to his wound.

“Arent you guys tired? Thank you for checking on me but I am fine. Have a good rest so I can start teaching Minyeol to call Jimin daddy” she teased.

“Yah! Don’t ruin his innocent mind”

“Minyeol is my son. I can do what I want. Why are you so nosy?” she snickered sarcastically.

Jimin batted it away with a roll of his eye “Not when you just dissed me openly”

Amused, Yoongi mouthed everyone to leave the room giving the space for the two to banter until their energy drained. He had no energy to listen to their endless bicker from the moment they arrived there until now. Yoongi had enough.

They made their way out quietly, minding their own business whilst Jimin tried to reclaim his throne as Yeoul’s bias from Jungkook. More like fixing his reputation.

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As night falls, Jungkook put on his casual outfits to go out. He had been waiting for these days to come since forever. Now that their promotion ended, he needed to hear it from Seul directly before conforming to reality.

“Are you sure you can do this alone?” Jimin glanced at his way.

“Yes. This is the only way. I promise to come back home after meeting Seul-ie” he smiled in assurance, grabbing his beanie and mask. “Thank you hyung, for everything” Jimin walked up to him, patting his back as an acknowledgment.

“You can do this. Call me when you are done. Be careful” Jungkook’s genuine smile put his heart at ease. With one final glance, the golden maknae exited his room with determination. It was the right time to face Seul before Yoongi made the first move. He didnt want to prolong this unrequited love any longer.

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“Seul! Seul!” dashing from the kitchen to the front using last ounce of her energy as though time is running out for her. She panted heavily, with one palm up seeking for a minute before she could break the news to Seul.

Seul raised one of her brows in amusement “What is wrong with you?”

“Okay. Remember I told you about the rumours from Namjoon’s Vlive a week ago?” Seul nodded briefly, and mentally judging her best friend. “The rumour resurfaces again!” she squealed in the most annoying way.

She clasped her ears to quell the sound from damaging her eardrums. BTS members told her about the rumours and how it trended on twitter and naver, however they assured her everything would be alright since it was only a mere assumption from the fans. Seul thought the rumours died upon the news about an Army almost giving birth at their fansign caused an uproar among the fans.

So, it came back again. This world is scary.

“You don’t need to squeal in my ears. For goodness’ sake. I thought their fans are only playing detective, and no one talked about that anymore”

Hwasa rolled her eyes “This time it is not the Armys. Dispatch spilled a tea. Someone tipped them off about Yoongi’s unusual activities in his studio. They said the reason why Yoongi had his studios secured with passwords and high-quality door because he brought women to his studio and slept with them” frowning deeply, Seul turned to her friend dropping everything that she did.

“Since when you trust words coming from dispatch? Yoongi wouldn’t do such thing” she defended.

“Hear me out before you get angry. I swear this is big and real. So, this anonymous claimed that Yoongi owns a personal Instagram and he usually updated his story there. This person sent a screenshot of ‘Yoongi’ Instagram story to Dispatch. In that Instagram story, Yoongi wrote “I have a lot of pussy lately”. That man is bragging how much he and his girl friend have sex. If this is true, I cant see Yoongi the way I am seeing him now. It is gross, he doesn’t need to announce it to the whole world that he got some pussy that week” Seul’s expression darkened as her heart was racing madly. She didn’t know how to react to this, since she was never a fan of dispatch or other medias. The only thing that they did all these years were to smear shits on BTS’s names.

Noticing the air inside the room thickened, Hwasa stopped talking and examined Seul’s face “Yah..Are you alright? You are scaring me!”

Gritting her teeth together, she sighed “Show me the article, now!” her voice sounded demanding and harsh.

“Seul-ie.. I am not done, there is more. Are you sure you want to read it by your own?” “Yes. Now Hwasa. Give it to me” her brows pinched together, trying to surpass her anger.

Slowly, she handed her phone to Seul which she took it without uttering any words. Seul scanned the screen with beating heart, even though she wasn’t that ready to read whatever written in the article.

Breaking: BTS’s Suga flaunting his sex life with his alleged girlfriend

Following up the rumours a week ago pertaining to a suspicious shadow from BTS’s leader RM studios door during his vlive, this time Dispatch had finally come up with a proof to answer the mysterious shadows.

Dispatch claimed that an anonymous had sent a screen shot of what they believed to be Suga’s personal Instagram. A short Instagram story with captions “I have a lot of pussy lately” was posted by Suga indicating he’s having frequent sex with his girl friend these days.

They believed the mysterious shadow caught in RM’s Vlive was Suga and his girlfriend. The image of the mysterious shadow spread like wildfire a week ago within the fans community and some were assuming one of the members are in a serious relationship.

Fans are debating the possible members that fits the criteria even though, it is hard to tell whether it is the member of BTS or staffs, fans are still open to any possibility. Many fans demanded an official statement from Big Hit to stop the rumours from circulating around and injured BTS image even more especially Suga.

“That is the first article, if you scroll below..You will find the second article” Hwasa’s voice sounded unsure and shaky. “Seul.. I hope you will be okay after reading the second article” Seul paid no attention to Hwasa as she returned to read the second part.

Breaking: Underground rapper Stephanie claims she’s one of BTS Suga many exes?

Within 24 hours, the news of BTS Suga once again shook the industry. This time around, like many rumours being pointed towards a rising star like BTS, someone from the past finally stepped out from her shadows to unravel the truth. Bitter truth!

Stephanie, a Korean-Canadian underground rapper claims that she’s one of BTS Suga many exes in her recent Instagram post. And what seems to attract everyone’s attention was her caption directed towards the star, accusing him as a playboy.

“Why I am not surprised? Kekeke Yes, he always gets many pussies in a week because that’s what he only good at. I hope his current girlfriend realizes it sooner, that she is only another person from many girls that he fucked. Thankfully, I was out from the game earlier kekekee Good luck”

Armys are enraged with her Instagram post and demanded the rapper to pull down the post and apologized to Suga. It seems like Bighit owes another explanation to clear this mess.

Seul stood there silently making no move as she dissolved into tears upon reading the article. Like those days when her heart broke after learning the truth about her real father, she could feel the pain returned scaring her already fragile heart.

“Seul-ah…” taking a step towards Seul, Hwasa embraced the broken girl an attempt to clam her down. “Hey..Are you alright?” Seul shook her head in defeat, clutching onto Hwasa’s arm for support.

“If I were you, I would wait for his explanation. A moment ago you have a lot of faith in him, so you should keep that faith until you talk to him” she stroked her hair, sighing softly.

“I know..I don’t know why I am crying. It is not like we are in a relationship. Its hurt so badly” sniffling a little, she tried not to sob yet she failed to control her emotion.

Smiling meekly, Hwasa retorted “You love him, Yoongi. You are hurt because you love him. Don’t you realize that?” blinking away her tears, Seul pulled away from the hug with a wary look.

“I am not sure now if that is love”

“It is love. You are stupid”

Seul wanted to protest but a voice boomed across the room garnered their attention “Jungkook?” surprised by his sudden appearance there, Hwasa whispered softly “Go talk to him. I can close the shop alone” she insisted giving Seul no chance but to agree on her so-called order.

“Seul, did you read the article?” nodding weakly, Seul’s gaze fixated on the ground. Jungkook rushed to her workplace as soon as he received a text on their kakaotalk group in relation to Yoongi’s article. Everyone was panicking, and they were summoned to the company in an hour for an emergency meeting.

He couldn’t leave Seul alone when he was sure this girl might already come across the article. The tears evident on her cheeks was enough to tell him that she’s affected by the rumours. Indeed, Jungkook took the right decision by giving up on Seul.

Jungkook held her wrist, sending chills down her spin. Her lower lip quivered fighting with her own tears, she was not supposed to be seen this weak in front of him. He mumbled lowly “Follow me. I owe you an answer” she looked up looking a little confuse.

Jungkook is trustworthy, she must give him a chance.

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aileysmirnov · 3 years

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Loki x Ailey hc! part 1

I was watching Thor Ragnarok with some friends (over zoom ofc) and then It popped up in my head a conversation that I had with @melyaliz and Alex (ig: shir.0_guru) a while back, and I couldn't shake it off my brain as I was trying to write some other thing. So hopefully writing this down would apace my mind.

TW: Arranged marriage, depictions of emotional/psychological abuse

Summary: Eris and Odin find a solution to what's been threatening their domains, an alliance between 2 of the most powerful families, but Ailey and Loki don't seem so keen about it.

Disclaimer/notes: Ailey is my OC! You can learn more about her in here!

Ailey has finally been reunited with most of her family and entered the realm of gods in this AU.

Samaras is the last name of the Eris family, they are rulers of Thera (Eris kingdom) and each member bears a royal title.

Ailey is the only demi-goddess in her family, Demigods are seen as shameful in this AU and usually they have a birthmark and a weakness that distinguishes them as such. In Ailey's case is her golden rose hair once she transforms in her god-form and her weakness is her allergy to gold, it practically burns her skin, debilitates her magic and herself, is like kryptonite for her.

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The only reason they even know about the other, is because of their parents: Eris had been in conflict with Ares lately, and one of his recent attacks greatly debilitated her army and Odin had trouble with a few of the realms under his command forming complots against him and the safety of Asgard.

Both rulers found themselves in need of the other: Odin had the greatest warriors and military at his service, and Eris being the goddess of discord could easily rise or disipate any conflict that may come her way (except for Ares ofc), an easy way in or out of war.

And so, they decided to form an alliance; But Odin being the wise men he is, knew better than to trust blindly in the goddess of chaos, after all...Eris was known for being a backstabber who acted only to beneficiate her own interests.

To prevent that, Odin decided to make the alliance under the condition that one member of the Samaras family must marry the second son: Loki, God of mischief. And so, Eris agreed and offered her youngest daughter: Ailey goddess of ruin and folly.

God it was an absolute mess since the beginning!

Frigga was the one to inform Loki, who immediately went to Odin to protest, but like always his father ignored him, shutting him down by comparing him to his brother and how he would do anything to protect Asgard but Loki was being selfish.

Ailey in the other hand was kept ignorant of such decision and only knew about it a few hours before the engagement party began and only because a servant accidentally told her.

She was furious and much like Loki tried to protest but Eris couldn't care less about her daughter's opinion.

Ailey could rage all she wanted, Eris wasn't even paying attention, the only thing she was accomplishing was in making her angry.

—Child, I think you tend to forget your place in this world, you see: among humans you might be...special but in here... you're just an idiot with too much privilege—Eris had a way with words that could make them feel like poison, creeping in to the insecurities of one's heart.

—If it weren't for me and your brothers, you would be Hera's new toy, so please remember, dear. You not only owe me but to your brothers and this kingdom as well.

Ailey headed back to her room feeling ashamed and angry, she felt her mother's words had some truth in them, seeing as how different she was viewed here in comparison to the human realm.

When the time came for the engagement party and for Ailey and Loki to meet for the first time, is fair to say neither of them were in a good mood.

Even though deep inside they knew both of them didn't have any say in the matter and were pretty much in the same situation; they still felt irrationally mad at each other, that's why since the moment they met to the end of the ceremony they would throw little passive-aggressive remarks at each other.

She viewed him as a pretentious asshole, and He saw her as a spoiled brat.

Almost near the end of the celebration and no announcement had been made so Eris took it upon herself to throw them into the spotlight.

—I believe you two have something important to share with all of us—her face was smiling but her eyes were threatening.

Ailey bit the inner side of her cheek, rolled her eyes as she turned to face Loki who only gave an exasperated sigh before speaking in a monotone voice

—Do you want to marry me?—he didn't even bothered to get on one knee and just extended the ring for her to take.

Ailey felt tempted to say "no" and walk away gracefully but doing that would probably have a negative impact on Thera, so after a long pause she answered.

—Whatever—and put the ring on, herself.

Clearly a good start :) .

I think they didn't saw each other that much afterwards and when they did it was mostly for wedding arrangements in which they continued with the passive-aggressive comments but this time about everything the other would pick.

The mood was so uncomfortable every time they were together everyone around them was like:

I think that sometimes they would have moments where they realize they had been too harsh with the other and would tone it down a little but treating each other like that was the only way of protest that was allowed for them.

Specially for Loki since he constantly had to travel to Thera bc for some reason unknown to him Ailey refused to go to Asgard, which only made his negative opinion on her grow.

In his mind, it was probably because she thought she was too good for Asgard but the reality was: Asgard is practically a death sentence for Ailey since 90% of every building in there was made of gold.

But she will never tell him that.

I think their first "moment of closeness" came to be purely out of the realization neither of them had any option other than get married or see their domains destroyed.

So, they decided to call it a truce: both would play along with the whole marriage fiasco for a while until things died down and then they could divorce and pretend they never even met.

And so, the passive-aggressive comments slowly died down, not that they started acting like lovers all of a sudden, instead they acted like they were just... co-workers or something.

They would greet each other in a formal manner and then only talked about the arrangements and left, nothing else.

But then, inevitably they started to get closer.

It was something so gradual none of them really knew how it happened.

It started off with small comments about decoration ideas for the venue, it turns out they both had quite the interest in interior design.

Eventually those small comments became lengthy conversations about which combination of colors would look the best.

When it came down to learning about the nobility attending the wedding on each side, both would spend a little more time together. Studying the proper way on how to address them and their interests all for the possibility in forming new alliances.

But I feel like instead they would roast the hell out of them, like they would be going through a list of the Asgardian nobility that were to attend and Ailey would just point at a picture of a random Asgardian noble and go: "Oh. My. God. what is he even wearing?"

And Loki would try to force back a smile or a laugh but eventually he would just give in and start joining Ailey in the roasting.

They also have a very similar sense of humor, but Ailey is just more blunt and open about it while Loki isn't, I feel like most of the time he has genius comebacks to stupid comments people make but he's a gentleman and normally just keeps it to himself or would only say it in a polite but slightly aggressive manner, so when Ailey just bluntly says something similar to what he was thinking he can't help but laugh a bit (he won't admit to it though)

Other things Ailey and Loki have in common is their love for drama and spectacle, while Ailey is more of a ballet/dance-based plays person, she understands Loki’s enthusiasm for theater and books even sharing some of it herself.

Not only they enjoy these things, but they also found comfort in them: For Ailey ballet began as something her mother forced upon her but transformed in an outlet for her emotions and a way to connect and control her powers.

For Loki theater was a form of escapism since he was a child, every time he felt like he didn’t belong he found a safe place in countless stories of the misunderstood heroes.

This only makes their bond grow deeper; up until this point they never had anyone to talk to about their interests in such depth, so now they talk all the time about it, sometimes they would surprise themselves looking forward to the next meeting just to gush about a new play or book they just saw or read.

I feel like Loki might’ve even lend Ailey some copies of his favorite books and Ailey as a “thank you” decided to sneek out with him to the human realm to watch "Tristan und Isolde".

Everyone is able to notice the change in attitude of these two, especially Thor who only had heard about the girl but could tell how happy she made him every time Loki would mention her.

And he was happy for his brother but felt curious about his soon to be sister-in-law.

So, it was only natural when Thor asked Loki if he could tag along the next time he went to Thera.

He said no.

Thor went anyways.

When Ailey met him, she could only think about one thing: "he himbo" which she thought was cute btw.

Thor could see why Loki liked this girl so much, they were practically the same, which he found sweet yet amusing.

—Lady Ailey, a pleasure to meet you, mi brother has told me a lot about you!—he stated.

—Really?!—Ailey questioned directing an incredulous glance at Loki.

—He asked—Loki tried to defend himself by downplaying his brother statement.

—No, I didn’t.—Thor retaliated with a mocking smile, he could tell his brother felt embarrassed so he decided to tease him a bit more.

—In fact, he won’t shut up about you.

—That’s not true, he’s just..

—No, he’s all the time saying Ailey this, Ailey that. It peaked my curiosity and so here I am…

—Brother, Could you shut up?—Ailey could only smile and hold back a laugh at the brothers spontaneous quarrel.

Truth is she thought it was sweet of Loki to talk about her with his brother. And teases him about it afterwards.

I think Thor might talk privately with Ailey and would ask her to take care of his brother.

—I know Loki can be a bit…difficult, but have patience with him, I can tell he really likes you.

And Thor was correct, Loki really did like her. But it might take a while for him to come to terms with his feelings, and would only manifest in small gestures towards Ailey, like: tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, subconsciously offering his arm for her to take as support when walking down the stairs, placing a hand on the small of her back as guidance whenever they were in a crowded space, sneaking small glances at her, etc.

Overall, he starts acting a lot softer with her, a lot more caring.

Ailey might be a bit oblivious to this (since she’s only used to overly sexual advances and has a difficult time understanding genuine affection), but she appreciates it none the less.

And both might even find themselves thinking that maybe…just maybe spending the rest of their lives together isn’t a bad idea after all.

#ailey #oc #dc #dc comics #oc edit #loki laufeyson #loki imagine #loki headcanon #loki hc #loki x reader #loki x oc #loki x ailey #yulia rose #tom hiddleston #loki

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cozykozume · 3 years

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Growing Pains

Slow Burn Tendou x f!reader

Chapter Three - Meeting the Friends

WC: 1628

OC’s below:

Daiki, Ho-sook, Jules, Sofia - Readers high-school friends

Jazmin - Daichi’s girlfriend

Lysette - Ushijima’s girlfriend

Ayanna - Kuroo's girlfriend

I have tried to keep any identifying information out (body type, skin tone, hair color, etc.) but there may be some instances where it alludes to a curvier y/n.

Thank you so so much to all my beta readers so far, especially @hispipsqueak, @lemonadencran and @anime-nymph

For the month and a half that you had been at school, you were pretty sure you had spent at least some time with Tendou each day. He would meet you after your late morning classes so you guys could eat lunch together on Mondays, Wednesday’s and Fridays. Tuesday’s you didn’t have morning classes so you two would meet in the café to eat and study, which really meant goofing around and watching random videos together. And on Thursday’s you would be waiting with lunch for him as he had a lab that went into the late afternoon.

Although you two were just friends and nothing more than occasional hand holding had happened between you, everyone on campus associated you two with each other. Most of the time you spent together was on campus and usually during school hours, only occasionally meeting up for school events after classes ended. You knew he had volleyball practice most days, and their season would be starting soon. Which meant the time that you two would get to spend together would be cut down significantly since he would have practices and team meetings throughout the day.

“Hey, so me and some of my friends are going to get together off campus this weekend. I think we’re going to go to the fall festival and then probably we’ll probably hit up one of our favorite bars. Would you want to come with me? You can say no and I would get it and I wouldn’t be mad at all. Actually I’m sure you already have plans so it’s okay you can forg-” Before he could finish his rambling thoughts you started laughing, enjoying the rare sight of Tendou Satori all flustered in front of you.

“I mean, if you want me there, I would love to come. But it almost sounds like you changed your mind in the middle of that.” You said, teasing him as you two walked toward the café for lunch. You looked up at him just in time to see the surprised look on his face along with his burning red cheeks. “No! I didn’t change my mind...I just couldn’t read your face to see what you were thinking.” He trailed off, stepping in front of you to hold the door open. You paused as you were walking through, “Well maybe you should let me answer before you go off trying to read my thoughts like some kind of psychic.” It was then his turn to roll his eyes, his hand stretching across your lower back to gently push you inside. “Yeah yeah yeah. So you’ll come with me?” He questioned, digging around in his pockets for his ID. “Yeah I’ll come...but umm...who all will be there?” You asked, your nerves already bleeding through into your voice. Tendou smiled reassuringly as you guys walked into the café, looking around for a table to claim. “Well I could introduce you to some of them now and then you’ll at least know a few before Saturday?”

You looked at him nervously before tentatively nodding your head in agreement. As you two approached the table, you moved to walk closer to him, bumping into him every few steps. He could sense the nerves radiating off you, causing him to smile and make a mental note. When you were with him, you were always full of jokes and witty comebacks to his absurd remarks. Being around others though, you were the complete opposite. You were quiet, observant, only speaking when spoken to. He thought both sides of you were adorable, but he felt lucky to be able to witness the feistier side of you.

You slowed your pace as you approached the table, standing behind Tendou as he stopped at the table where Ushijima, Kuroo, and Daichi were all sitting along with their girlfriends. You had seen them on campus frequently and hanging with Tendou a lot. But you couldn’t remember a time where you had actually stopped and talked to them. It was usually Tendou leaving them to come over to you and hang out or seeing them in passing.

“Hey guys, this is Y/n. Y/n this is Ushijima, he’s been my best friend since middle school, and I met Daichi and Kuroo during high school volleyball. And these are their girlfriends.” One by one, each of them introduced themselves. You and Tendou sat down at the end of the table, Tendou ushering you to sit next to Kuroo and across from Ushijma’s girlfriend. They went on about their conversation, talking about their plans for this weekend and how excited they were. Kuroo's girlfriend, Ayanna, a pretty girl with long braids smiled and offered you some of her fries. You gratefully accepted and returned her smile before she was turning to Ushijima's girlfriend, Lysette, who sat across from you. She was complaining animatedly about a chem paper she had been working on all night and you smiled weakly, trying to keep up with the conversation happening in front of you. Daichi's girlfriend shot you a comforting look, able to see how nervous you were as you took in the conversation around you. Jazmin, Daichi’s girlfriend, was one year ahead of you whereas Lysette and Ayanna were both freshmen like you. Through the conversations they were having, you learned that they all met one way or another due to high school volleyball.

Although everyone was extremely nice, you still felt somewhat out of place. They had all been friends for years and you were this random person that tagged along with Tendou. “So y/n, you’re coming with us on Saturday, right?” Ayanna asked, leaning forward on her elbows as everyone turned their attention to you. “Oh, yeah. Festival and a bar right?” You responded, your smile slightly faltering as your nerves began to bubble up in your stomach again. You jumped as you felt Tendou’s hand on your knee, squeezing lightly. You stared at him, your face quickly dropping to a deer in headlights as your eyes met his. The longer you looked at him and felt his hand squeezing your knee, the more your nerves seemed to calm, your heart rate slowly returning to normal.

“Well we’re really excited that you’re coming with us! The more the merrier, right?” Kuroo chimed in, everyone nodding and agreeing. “Tendou has never invited a girl to hang out with us so it is very exciting.” Ushijima added, much to Tendou’s embarrassment. “Ushijima Wakatoshi!” His girlfriend yelled, hitting him in the chest while scolding him. He looked down at her, somewhat confused as to what he said that was deemed as offensive but also amused. Daichi slapped him on the back as he stood, chuckling and grabbing the dirty plates from in front of him and Jazmin. “Alright Ushijima, try not to embarrass anyone else today.” Daichi said, walking towards the trash can with Jazmin following suit right after.

You looked over at Tendou, trying to hide the smile that was threatening to break out across your face. Your nerves almost seemed to dissipate, knowing that you weren’t just some freshy girl that Tendou decided to bring along. If you were the first to hang out with him and his friends, that had to mean that he thought of you as more than a friend...right? You lost yourself in thought, staring at Tendou’s face as your mind continued to race. Tendou’s hand shifted up slightly to give your thigh a squeeze, causing you to jump. You grabbed his wrist, trying not to laugh at his overly innocent expression. “You looked like you were lost in your head. Figured you might need some help coming back to us.” He whispered, smiling as he moved his hand back to your knee, not saying anything more about it.

You finished your lunch with Tendou and his friends, laughing as Ayanna and Lysette joked around and made fun of Kuroo or Ushijima. You could see that this was a group of friends that had a lot of love between them, Tendou looking at the small group with admiration in his eyes. This time, you caught yourself staring at Tendou, but you weren’t lost in thought. You couldn’t help stare. The more you got to know him, the deeper you fell. The problem with that was that you hadn’t told your friends about him, and for some reason you weren’t sure how they would react to him. You wouldn’t say that your friends were as laid back as you were. You thought about the way he watched people, analyzing the things they said and how they reacted to things happening around them. For some reason, you didn’t think this would sit right with your friends. By no means were you embarrassed by him though. In fact, it was the opposite. Your friends from high school seemed so narrow minded compared to the people in front of you now. And that made you feel guilty. Before graduation, you made a promise to each other not to change. The problem with that now is, you think you’ve changed for the better. That wasn’t a problem because that was the point of college but once again, you knew that your friends would not be okay with it. Change was not something that they appreciated, you knew this from years spent with them. You would be lying if you said this wasn’t a thought that you had often, wondering how you would merge your two worlds together.

You made a promise to yourself then and there. You were going to tell your friends about Tendou on your next discord call. You wanted them to know about your life, and he was quickly becoming a large part of that.

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stay — part one: mark lee.

it’s not me, it’s you— you had a change of heart. what kind of change of heart was that and why didn’t feel it? or in which mark doubts himself as an idol, a boyfriend, and a person.

content warning for angst, i’m sorry markzens. 4,867 words.

this can be read as x reader or x oc since i didn’t give mark’s girlfriend a name (this applies to the other parts as well). the other parts may be a little delayed since i’m working on some other fics as well, but i’ll try my best to finish this series! i hope you will enjoy reading this one :D

the sun was shining outside his window. the sunlight seeped through his silk curtains, and for some reason, mark lee didn't feel like sliding them aside and welcoming the april warmth with open arms today, or any other day to be honest. he didn't bother getting up and cooking himself some delicious breakfast, nor did he get up and at least fix his appearance a little bit. he was so disheartened to do anything ever since she left.

but mark has been feeling less like... well, mark nowadays, so there was no question as to why he was acting the way he is. but who could blame him? almost five months has passed and he has made close to no progress with moving on from her. her departure and the demise of them has impacted mark in the worst ways there is to exist.

mark has managed to go out with taeyong and jaehyun for some coffee two days prior to this unfortunate saturday morning without somehow making everyone around him feel burdened by his troubled presence.

mark hated that feeling the most ㅡ the feeling that he’s slowly becoming a burden to the people around him. and perhaps he is, indeed, starting to become a burden to the people around him.

he's tried. he's tried so hard. but it hurts, so so much. the feeling of her warm embrace and the sound of her laugh and the way she smiles are all fucking imprinted in his mind. there was no escape from her torturous murder. the poison she uses is cutting into his skin… slowly, leaving a trail of rotten memories behind.

maybe if she hadn't left him so harshly, mark would've dealt with her farewell a lot better than he is doing right now. maybe, just maybe, if she hadn't been so cruel enough to just tell him straight in the face that it's not me, it's you, you had a change of heart; mark would've forgiven himself faster. his chest would have been filled with something other than guilt and confusion to what he's done wrong, why did she leave, who made her leave, what kind of fucking change of heart was that and why in fuck's name didn't he feel it.

mark has tried to spend more time with her. he really did try, but success came for his group faster than nct and sm entertainment had expected, and he trained longer in the practice room for six days per week for their tour and comeback to make a bigger impact than before. but, in the end, when he's back in their shared apartment, it feels like everything he did wasn't enough. the awards he won, the effort he put into dancing, each lyric he sings out every blurred, sweaty night just for millions to hear. they weren't enough to make her smile reach her eyes. they weren't enough to make her satisfied with him.

they weren't enough for her to stay.

sometimes, mark would think. maybe he's really the one to the blame. maybe he should have just taken more breaks and spent more time with her ― cook lunch with her, cuddle with her on the couch, give her massages while she ranted and ranted about the rude customers at her workplace, the marais. maybe, instead of sweating and singing his heart out, he could have stayed home. maybe he should have been a better boyfriend. maybe he wasn't good enough.

for the past few days, mark's mind has been filled with maybe's and what if's and i'm never going to be good enough's. it was strange. he felt all this remorse ― he even blamed himself because he was doing what he had been wanting to do for a long time ― and all this confusion because of a girl who has sent his friends snapchats of her playing just dance with her workmates a day after she said goodbye, because of a girl who left him on a living room floor with a heart that fell into pieces and the echoes of his pleas for her to please stay with me in each corner of the room ㅡ haunting him, crawling to his skin like the remnants of a bad dream.

it was selfish for mark to think, nor to say aloud, but a despicable part of him wished she felt somewhat guilty for leaving him behind in the dust like this ㅡ or even be concerned about his well being. but no. she left in the first place without a care ㅡ why would she care about whatever’s happening in mark’s mind, now that she has a great life without an idol boyfriend who's always dragging her down?

but today. today. it felt like the day to start living his life again, to live like mark lee who could make people smile just by the sound of his laugh alone. he's disappeared for exactly two weeks from television appearances, family dinners, and friendly get-togethers ㅡ even company parties, he couldn't attend. he was in the stage of denial in the first week, like he was mourning over a death of a loved one. fans have left comments, questions as to why he disappeared all of a sudden all over nct’s twitter and instagram pages and they’ve started to worry whether mark was doing okay or not. his family grew concerned for his well-being, so did his fellow members. they sent him food with stupid little hearts taped to the lunchbox (taeil once sent him naengmyun, along with a paper heart with a classy dad joke and his well wishes scribbled on it). they sent him encouraging messages almost everyday ― the fans, his family, his fellow members. they're all there for him, because they knew that mark isn't okay.

mark decided to get up from his bed an hour after he finished the piece of toast and cup of coffee he both made in a haste. he didn’t even bother putting anything along with the toast, and it was burnt. everyday, his breakfast gets worse. but he needed to put something in his stomach ― he's not going to be in this state forever and he still needed to take care of himself.

mark's grip on the plate was tight, knuckles white as he rested the ceramic plate on the sink. he turned his head after washing his hands and saw the shoe and coat rack by the front door. it was strange to see her newly bought pair of nikes and her ivory coat gone from the racks ― they were her least favoured articles of clothing. maybe she could have left them with him, so he could have something that reminds him of her presence.

but, no. that's way too cruel, isn't it? she did mark a favour of not leaving a single trace of her behind, even as little as a speck of dust from her belongings or a smear of her red lipstick on his favourite white mug. she knew she was practically death itself to him ― her name a lethal spoken curse, her scent a guilty pleasure, her voice a melody so deadly. to love her will be a death wish, but he feels and loves her without a single trace of fear that it'd harm him one day. he loves her. every inch, every night spent watching stupid random shows in the tv, every kiss, every parent joke they've cracked together. he misses them. he misses her. and sometimes he didn't even care if it were his fault or hers ― because either way, she'll still leave an empty shell in his chest, a shell that longed to be filled with her love again.

mark lee never thought it was possible for his heart to ache for someone so much.

he closed his eyes and breathed out a heavy sigh, wanting nothing more than to scream out his frustrations and drink some good fucking coffee right now. but the coffee maker was broken, and mark didn't feel like going out to town and buying a new one. it might sound like it was a stupid reason and he knew perfectly well of the fact, but he doesn't want everyone to see him like this... whatever he is right now.

is he even human at this point? he feels like someone ripped half of his body and soul and he just feels the opposite of the caring mark everybody adored. he feels like he doesn't even have a heart beating right now as his eyes are closed to the darkness — just an empty chest and an empty head.

mark wants to be somewhere else other than this damn apartment. it was way too depressing and he finally got sick of being burdened by it all — it was way too exhausting to be so burdened all the time, to have your head weighed down by thoughts of what could have happened. maybe he can go to a clear field with a nice, baby blue sky, or the coffee house in town where soft jazz played. he didn’t even like jazz. maybe anywhere, just to get away from this place. even the recording studio sounded inviting right now.

the roar of mark's ringtone ripped through the silent room, and it took him a few seconds to recover from the small jumpscare he got before he grabbed his phone that was in his sweatshirt pocket. mental note: put your phone in silent mode next time.

it was a text from jeno.

[jeno]: hi hyung. you up for coffee later with jaemin later? XD

mark suppressed the urge to roll his eyes at the emoticon. jeno could be really ridiculous (and cringy) sometimes, yet he couldn’t ignore the letters that were practically glowing at his eyes, screaming for his reply to be fuck yes i am up for this, but as mark was somewhat in mid reply (and it was an awfully nonchalant yeah, sure with no stupid emoji to support his message), his fingers stopped typing.

would it be worth it, though? he doesn't even have the mental energy to go out and buy his own food, let alone go out for coffee (even though he's succeeded once...). a small part of him felt bad for jeno. all the boy wanted was to drink coffee with his members, but mark's fucking sadness is stopping him. it's not even jeno's fault mark turned out like this these past few weeks.

after a few seconds of contemplating, mark continued typing his message, feeling a little afraid of making jeno think he was uninterested.

[me]: yeah, sure. 😃 can you pick me up?

he tapped the send button, instantly regretting that he added the smiling emoji at the end (because now he sounds so enthusiastic to go, even if a part of him really did) and the fact that he just asked his friend to do him yet another favour. mark felt bad for jeno, he really did, but he didn't even know where the coffee shop was, and, knowing mark, he gets lost sometimes because the boy had no sense of direction whatsoever. jeno's response came a few seconds after, which amazed mark for a bit since jeno was never the fastest replier.

[jeno]: geez, hyung 😒

[jeno]: i'll be there around 1, jaem had to run some errands so he’ll be a lil late. see you later!!!

feeling relieved jeno didn't pry any more into the subject, mark locked his phone and put in his sweatshirt pocket. he felt more fresh, somehow, he felt like his steps won't be heavy and that his life will actually improve today. like an imaginary weight has been lifted off of his shoulders. maybe he should treat jeno and jaemin with lunch one day, if the day went well.

after a few hours of sitting in the sofa and listening to a bunch of songs taeyong has sent him over the past few days, mark went to take a nice, warm shower and changed into his “outside” clothes (...which were the same as his stay-in clothes) and waited for jeno and jaemin outside his locked home, foot tapping on the pavement out of habit.

as promised through his text, jeno arrived at mark's place at the same time when the clock in mark's phone read 1:00 pm. mark felt like grabbing jeno and giving him the biggest hug he's ever given to another member once he jumped off of the black van he arrived in ㅡ the boy's done so much for him ㅡ sending lunchboxes, agreeing to meet up with him in 3am nights where mark couldn't sleep at all, and, now, agreeing to pick mark up right on time even if he probably had million of things going through his mind right now, with nct dream's comeback slowly approaching them.

“hey, hyung,” greeted jeno, brown hair swept to the side messily. after a very long time, there was a genuine smile on mark's lips ㅡ he was happy to see a familiar face in the midst of this chaos. “you ready to go?”

mark gave the younger man a nod, and pocketed his phone in his pants.

a few minutes of catching up led them to full time story-telling, which is totally typical of the parent-like pair of friends. mark was smiling the whole time, because, again, he was with a familiar face and he hadn't been able to speak his mind to another person for a few days, constantly insecure of what others would think of him and his thoughts.

they were overcome with surprise when the driver pulled up on the pavement since they were too caught up in their conversation to pay attention to their surroundings, signalling that they've arrived in the said café. it seemed like the other cafés he's visited before. it had treats and specials lined up by the baby blue tinted window, ranging from strawberry cream puffs to the manager's favourite mushroom pizza. mark looked at the café’s exterior in astonishment and glanced back at jeno. jeno had good taste.

mark looked at the café one more time. he still had a few moments before they went inside; jeno was taking too damn well to adjust his facemask. it was perfect ㅡ black tables at the patio with white chairs as a contrast, fancy little plants lined up just by the café's entrance.

it was all fun until his eyes darted over to the shop's logo, etched in a fancy script font and a mighty golden colour. the light in mark's eyes faltered and the smile plastered on his face dropped in desultory, as the letters made his throat go dry.

the marais.

singing is a stupid thing now. he doesn't feel like singing a bunch of twisted words just for millions to hear. no. he doesn't feel like doing anything. getting scolded at for not singing a note properly is getting tiresome. constantly redoing certain parts because the producer didn’t like it is getting tiresome. thinking of her at any given opportunity is getting tiresome. doing this, whatever it is... it's tiresome.

“i hope you’re happy today,” came the soft muse of donghyuck through his headset. it was strange that mark felt something strong snap in his chest just because of these words. they were going through the songs in the album and mark didn’t know why he was even required to be here for that — he wasn’t even in make your day.

when he heard his dongsaeng’s verse, he felt like crying again. he’s gotten so bad — this was just all so fucking tiring. all he can think about is the way she looked that day in the café, stunned to see the two tall idols in her sight and soon seeing jaemin rush into the shop without much care if he was causing a ruckus or not. she didn’t think that she would see him ever again, thinking that she’s ran away from all of that, the exhausting world of mark lee and being constantly shoved to the side.

“i'm ― i'm sorry," his voice is weak. the words were strained coming out of his throat. he couldn't breathe, but he had to do this. “i can’t do this. not today, no.”

am i really doing this?

mark's heart skipped a beat. yes.

he removed his headset quickly, the song cutting off just as jaehyun’s part began. mark grabbed his cap and mask from the table and put them on. he felt no feeling of hesitation or remorse from his actions as he stared at the producer and members, all staring back at him and obviously stunned. mark shook his head and turned his back on them, ignoring donghyuck’s tired and annoyed stare burning at the back of his head. he really tried to be okay for one day, but he can't do that. the closure she gave wasn't enough — well, was there ever any closure in the first place? he had to give his own closure, or else he'll explode from all these feelings burning his insides with guilt that he didn't even have to feel in the first place if he just became a better boyfriend, a better person.

“mark, come back here,” taeyong’s tired drawl came, echoing through the halls. mark stopped walking but didn’t face his hyung. “you’re really going to skip a recording just for a girl who doesn’t even want to see you anymore?”

taeyong’s words stung, but mark swallowed and gave a firm, “yes.”

as he walked down the hallways and ignoring the incredulous burning stares of the crew, wondering why the hell he was out in the hall instead of being in the recording studio like his schedule declared so, mark thought of all the things he'll say. they need to make sense or else skipping a recording session will all be for nothing and the scolding from taeyong would make him feel even guiltier for the rest of his entire life. i love you, you heartless prick. no. that's way too blunt. i love you, and i don’t need you to say the same thing. i just want you to say goodbye one last time.

that’s all mark ever wanted.

that’s all mark ever needed.

he called a taxi and immediately got in, telling the driver his destination which was the marais. a frown was evident on the young idol's face as his phone vibrated text message after text message, all either from taeyong or taeil telling him he has the next two hours to get his ass back to the studio or else they were telling the ceo about it. it was tiring. he was debating whether to ignore them or reason it out like the adult he was, because he was feeling annoyed at their lack of understanding and at the same time he just wanted to be mature with them.

both of mark’s options sounded too far out of his reach when the taxi driver suddenly stopped his car and told him they were already at his destination, and he was forced to lock his phone instead, ignoring the constant vibration of the device.

he started shaking as he gave the driver money, and his hands became sweaty when he exited out of the car and slammed the door shut. mark walked over to the café with a heavy heart, his legs wanting nothing more than to retreat to the studio and spare his ego the embarrassment, but he was here now. there was no point in turning back. he’d embarrass himself anyways if he came back to the studio, he could practically hear donghyuck cheekily saying “i told you so” and the small knowing smirk on the younger’s face. mark shuddered at the thought.

as he went through the door of the shop, he instantly got a whiff of the strong coffee they were brewing — their bestseller and the same coffee she used to bring home for mark to drink. the boy only swallowed the fear in his throat and shook the memories off.

he walked up to the counter, legs still shaky as the employee working the cashier looked at him with a bright smile, “um, hi. i’m looking for someone who works here? is—”

“mark?”

mark looked up at the sudden voice, his words cut off halfway. if his heart was already beating fast even before he'd seen her, mark was pretty sure it’d jump right out of his chest as he made eye contact with the woman who got him into this predicament in the first place. he exhaled heavily and bowed his head to the employee behind the cashier, apologizing for the interruption before walking over to her who was standing just by the kitchen door and dressed in the white coat she hated so much. the sight made mark want to go home for some reason.

“what are you doing here?” she laughed nervously as he came closer. “aren’t you busy? i heard you guys are having a comeback?”

mark shook his head, ignoring the urge inside of him to tell her i skipped a recording for you. he knew it wouldn't matter to her anyways. “i’m not busy at all. i just want to talk to you about something. is that okay?”

she nodded yet the look in her eyes clearly said she really didn’t want anything to do with him at all. “sure, do you want to step out for a bit?”

mark only noticed the stares of the customers at the pair of them when she glanced around the room, and he immediately nodded. the last thing he needed was for someone to recognize him and spread rumours (even though he knew that was practically unavoidable at this point—people were already starting to point). she took hold of his hand and led him out of the coffee shop, ignoring the incredulous whispers of everyone.

once they were outside, mark was the first to pull his hand away from her grasp in such a haste. he almost apologized when he saw the brief shock emerge in her face at the brash action, but at this point, he didn’t have time for games anymore — figuratively and quite literally, since he only had an hour left before taeyong and taeil will call the ceo on him.

“so what is it that you want to talk about?”

“i wanted to talk about us,” mark exhaled, finally feeling a weight being lifted off of his shoulders. he saw her face contort a little, obviously displeased at the topic. “i just — you gave your closure. but i didn’t.”

“mark, it’s been months,” she laughed, the sound coming out as breathless. “you still haven’t moved on?”

“how could i do that?” mark started laughing too, albeit humorlessly. he ignored the pang in his chest as he realized that she found the entire situation funny. “everything i see, everyone i talk to. everything reminds me of you. i can’t even do anything right, i can’t even live normally anymore, because i keep thinking, why? why did she break up with me? was i a bad boyfriend?”

“mark— no,” the smile on her face dropped. “you weren’t a bad boyfriend. i just—”

“then why did you tell me i had a change of heart?!” mark was enraged. he didn’t want to be angry. he didn’t mean to raise his voice like that. he didn’t mean to let his tears cascade down his cheeks. he probably looked so pathetic right now, practically seething at the image of himself, tears falling and eyes pleading for an answer, for anything. “i didn’t. i didn’t have a change of heart. if i did then i would have been the one who ended things. if i was such a good boyfriend, then why did you leave me? right when i needed you most?”

mark didn’t even let her open her mouth before he spoke up again, the pain in his voice raw. “i tried so hard. i’ve always tried so hard but you made me feel like i didn’t. i’ve always protected you from everything and everyone. i’ve always defended you. you made me feel like everything i’ve ever done, for myself, for you — they weren’t enough for you. i always thought that maybe i wasn’t good enough to make you stay. i guess i was right, wasn’t i?”

“i was scared,” she answered calmly. “i fell out of love with you and i didn’t want to admit that. it was my fault. all of it. i only said that so i wouldn’t feel terrible about leaving you but i didn’t realize it was too harsh of me to say that right away. i’m sorry, mark, for everything. please stop blaming yourself.”

mark only nodded, wiping at the tears that were on his cheeks and blinking away the ones that threatened to fall. he got what he wanted. he got the truth. he gave his closure. so why did it still hurt? why did it still pain him to see her, looking at him like he was the saddest, most pathetic person to ever exist? the pitiful stare she was giving him made mark feel so sick in the stomach that he had to look away so that the feeling won’t resurface.

“just know,” mark breathed out shakily, fingers trembling and aching to brush the stray hair that fell on her face aside. he bit the inside of his cheek to stop the urge until he tasted blood. “i still love you and i don’t think that will ever change. even if you hurt me. even if you broke my heart so bad to the point that i didn’t know if i’ll be fine by the end of it all. you became a part of my life no matter how bad it got in the end.”

“i love you too, mark,” she smiled warmly and mark knew she was lying straight to his face right now. but he didn’t care. it felt good, strange almost, to hear those words tumble out of her lips again. “i don’t want to leave you like this but i have to go now. i made some plans with a friend. maybe we can hang out together soon? i can call you?”

“it’s okay,” mark shook his head. “i’ll be busy anyways. enjoy your day. thank you for everything.”

he was pretty sure his friends had already deleted her number from his contacts (it was either johnny or donghyuck who did it). after this, he was going to back to the studio and suffer the consequences of his actions, he’d have to put up with the hyung line staring at him with disappointed glints in their eyes during the entirety of the car ride back home and donghyuck bombarding him with questions about what happened once the younger boy has cornered him somewhere in the dorm. but he wasn’t bothered or even annoyed that he’d be experiencing these things soon.

mark was about to turn away and find a taxi when a tall man approached them, his long arms soon snaking around her shoulder and pulling her into an embrace. mark was quite surprised but shook his head — he was going to stop caring about her from now on. whatever business this man had to do with her, he didn’t care.

“who’s this, babe?” the nickname caught mark off guard.

“hyunwoo,” she mumbled under her breath, obviously uncomfortable at the current situation. “this is mark. remember? i told you about him.”

“oh, the idol?” ‘hyunwoo’ turned his head to mark and the shorter boy nodded. “nice to meet you! i heard you’re quite acquainted with my girlfriend here. she told me a lot about you.”

“oh, girlfriend?” mark was surprised at the cool tone of his question. “well, yeah. i used to be quite close with her.”

“we’re not dating or anything,” she tried to laugh off, but the nervous glint in her eyes screamed otherwise. “i’m just friends with hyunwoo. it’s like what it looks like, mark—”

“it’s okay,” mark smiled warmly, looking at her then back at hyunwoo. “i don’t care who you date. it’s not like you owe me an explanation of any sort.”

“i—yeah, of course,” she mumbled to herself, looking down at the ground before looking back up at mark. “it was nice talking to you. we’ll get going now. keep in touch, okay?”

mark nodded and the warm smile on his face didn’t falter even for a second. after the two had walked away, mark stayed in the same spot. he didn’t miss the way the two shared a short kiss before hyunwoo opened the car door for her and helped her inside before hopping in the driver’s seat and driving away. once they were gone, mark’s phone began ringing, calls from taeyong flooding his missed calls.

mark only smiled to himself, pressing the call button on taeyong’s number while his eyes were still fixated on the spot where hyunwoo’s car was previously parked.

i’ll forget about you, someday.

#mark lee #mark lee imagines #mark lee prompt #mark lee angst #nct imagines #nct prompt #nct angst #nct #nct series #( writings )#out of all the parts i think mark's is the least sad #but it's still sad nonetheless

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drbibliophile · 3 years

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Sunday Romance 01-17-21

Prompt: I still think of you

Word count: 1486

Tagging: @sunday-romance @viawrites-andacts

Something different from some random writing I did a while ago (and by a while I mean years). I keep having a vision of a OC in a duster with guns or blasters. This is meant to be more in the vein of Firefly-sci-fi Old West.

Crister passes me. I walk backwards, keeping my eyes peeled for anyone who might try to take a shot at us. Mayla and her back-up are gone. Doesn’t mean we’re out of trouble yet. A block down, I turn and hurry up to catch up with Crister. He’s headed for Northin and Cards. The bar there is a safe place to stop. We just have to get there. We aren’t running. Running draws attention. However, we move like we’ve got a purpose. Folk scurry out of our way. Crister has his grim look on and I’ve got my Murder Someone strut down pat. I check, but I don’t suss anyone following us.

We reach the Triple Cannons and get a table against a wall. I shake off the water from my hat and duster before I sit on the high stool. The hat I take off, but I leave the duster on. Never know when I’ll need it to stop a bullet or a blast, even in a place like this. I lean against the wall and survey the room. Just the usual crowd. Nothing leaps out at me yet. Dona saunters over to take our orders. Whiskey with a beer chaser for Crister, cider for me. We don’t talk while the drinks come. I pull my mask down and take a sip of mine.

He downs the whiskey in a single gulp. “Well, that was interesting.”

“That’s one way of putting it.”

He cracks a grin. “Think that was her plan?” I shoot him a puzzled look. “To get you to show off your guns.”

I snort. “Sure. Why not?”

He nods, though he’s still grinning. “They are some mighty fine guns.”

“Why, yes, they are.” I crack a smile. “Thanks for noticing.”

“You betcha.” He takes a hearty drink of beer. “So, why did you show them?”

“My guns?” He nods. “Heard some extra ones around.”

His smile drops. “How many?”

“Twelve.”

“I heard fourteen.”

That voice coming from my right makes me still. Damn it. How in all the planes of Hell did he manage to sneak up on me like that? And what is he doing here and why isn’t he with Mayla? He shakes off the water off his hat and sets it next to mine. They’re almost a matching pair. He sits next to me. Crister glances at him and mutters something about taking a leak. He skeedaddles off. I think about shouting something after his cowardly back, but instead I’m quiet, too shocked that he’s here.

He pulls his mask down. I study him. I can’t help it. Lashes still brush against his cheeks as he blinks. Black eyes as intriguing as they get. His black hair is cut close, but he hasn’t shaved in a few days. The stubble looks good on him. Truth be told, he’d look good coming out from the Wild after a month’s stint. I know because he did. He starts to smile, drawing my eyes to his mouth. I shouldn’t be looking, but memories of what that mouth can do flood me. Damn him and his mouth.

Dona appears with two whiskeys and sets them in front of him. He smiles at her and she gives him a flirty smile back. I manage to not roll my eyes. I however cannot quiet the annoyed noise I make. He cocks an eyebrow up at me.

“Yes?”

“Nothing.” I take another drink of cider, glad I went with it instead of whiskey. Best to have a clear head around him. “So, fourteen?”

“That’s what I heard.”

“I heard twelve.”

He grins, that smug, self-satisfied, and utterly infuriating grin he has. “I was counting yours.”

I growl in annoyance. “Bastard.”

“Never said I was anything else.” I narrow my eyes at him, but I hold my tongue. What can I say? “Thinking ‘bout shooting me again?”

“Maybe.”

He has the audacity to chuckle. “Go ahead.”

“Don’t tempt me.”

That’s when he leans in, the merriment gone, replaced by a heat and intensity I know all too well. “Maybe I want to.”

Once upon a time, that look and that growl in his baritone would’ve been enough to make my knees weak and my parts go all funny and wet. I mean, he is sex itself walking around and he’s good at it. So damn good. It’s been a while since I’ve had the desire to do the dirty with someone. Anyone else, we’d probably be signaling for one of the rooms they have upstairs for those who need them. However, I know him and I’m not falling for those eyes, that voice, or those hands again. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice? Shame on me and I’ve no intention to feel shame like that.

“Oh, really?”

He nods, turning up the charm. “I still think of you, Ana.”

I snort. “That hard up, huh?” I’m petty enough to grin at his confusion. “Mayla seemed pretty willing.”

He makes a face and it’s not a pleasant one. “No, thank you.”

I lean back against the wall, taking far too much delight in his annoyance. “Thought you liked those small blondes.”

“Not my type.”

“And what is your type?”

“Tall, brown hair, brown eyes, and ornery.”

“Ornery?” I protest more than I want, but damn if I don’t hate that word.

“Fine. Not ornery.”

“Thank you.”

“Definitely prickly.”

I hide my glare behind my cider glass. “Careful, Tor. Talking like that may get you shot again.”

“Think I’ll risk it.”

Now I’m confused and I hate it. “What in all the hells are you talking about?”

He shrugs, that easy shrug that is so damn sexy. “Like I said, Ana, I’ve been thinking about you.”

I straighten. “Think about someone else.” I make it as much of a threat as I can. I’m not letting him in again.

“I tried.” He finishes off his whiskey. “Believe me, I tried, but at the end of the day, I can’t stop thinking about you.”

“Not my problem.” I cross my arms over my chest, as if that could keep him at bay.

“That would be truth.”

Damn it. He’s back to confusing me again. “Then why are you here?”

He settles his sincere look at me and I know it’s his sincere look and I hate that I know that it is. I can’t trust him, but my stupid heart is melting. Later, I’m going to have to have a talk with my heart about how we don’t take back men we’ve shot, that doing so sets a dangerous precedent and Tor is dangerous. So damn dangerous.

“I got to thinking,” he starts. “That’s usually trouble,” I snap.

He ignores me. “And seeing you tonight reminded me that you are a good damn good shot.” “So you weren’t expecting me?”

“Were you expecting me?”

I shake my head. “Didn’t think that you’d work for Mayla.”

“She wasn’t the one paying me.”

“Who did?”

“Who paid you?”

We just look at each other. Client confidentiality is a big deal and we both know it. I drain my cider. “What does my being a good shot have to do with anything?”

“Well, it’s like this.” He leans forward again. “Given you’re such a good shot and given you did shoot me, why am I still alive?” He stops, letting his words stretch between us. “Because we both know if you’d actually wanted me dead, I would’ve been buried six feet under. So I’m left with thinking that maybe you actually don’t want me dead.”

His words hit me like a double-fisted punch into my gut. I just stare at him, struggling to find enough breath to answer him. However, it’s been too long, and if he didn’t matter in some way then or now I’d have shot some comeback at him. The problem is, I don’t have one. I want one, but I don’t. That is why he’s so dangerous because he’s right. I don’t want him dead. Oh, I wanted to hurt him and shooting him was the best way to do it, but dead? No. Even now, I don’t want him dead. I hate that is how he makes me feel and I hate him for making me feel it.

So I do what any self-respecting gunner does when she’s in an impossible situation. I deck him. Hard, so he’s on the ground and I’m standing over him. “Like I said, Tor. Think of someone else.”

I drop coin on the table to cover our drinks and slap my hat on my head. I head for the door, the crowd parting in front of me. That Murder Someone strut is handy. I pull my mask up and head the long way round back to where I bunk. If I move fast enough, I might make it before the tears start. My vision blurs. Then again, maybe not.

#sundayromance #sundaylove #my writing #guns and dusters #I may expand on this more in the future #poor Tor but he did do her dirty #yes I have thing for people in dusters and no do not ask why

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coconut-cluster · 4 years

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What are these OCs descriptions, like how they look? (My attempt on saying please ramble I wanna know more about them)

honestly i haven’t decided on a design for them yet - i fall into designs similar to cecily and emilia a lot, just because i really like those features together (for those who dont know them, it’s mostly just. black hair + red hair. i just really like that combo) but if u wanna know more about them as characters i can do that!!

phoebe:

the really dramatic and excitable one!

loves adventure and expressing herself (usually loudly)

afraid of heights but refuses to say so

she gets herself into trouble more than she cares to admit and feels bad asking for help because she thinks people will grow tired of her if she needs them too often

would kill a man for churros

makes up random stories at the drop of a hat and as such is usually very good with children

may have killed a man for churros

complicated family life, which is to say she is not on good terms with her mothers at all and spends as much time away from home as possible

^^ as such she has a lot of friends around town, like the nice couple who runs the bookstore/coffee shop and the local arcade owner who gives her free tokens when she’s there late

met the main squad by crashing their study group at the library one day and exposing herself as an absolute shakespeare geek

upon realizing they lost the child, she just. straight up cusses for a full two minutes. and does not plan on stopping until vanna threatens to duct tape her mouth shut. and then they argue for another minute where phoebe cusses an additional thirty times

secretly likes having someone to bicker with because she’s a sucker for enemies-to-lovers plots (and also she thinks the frustrated face vanna makes when she doesn’t have a comeback is cute)

vanna:

the practical, responsible one

has an entire collection of denim jackets

comes from an italian family with two older sisters and a younger brother and sister and just wants some peace and quiet

middle kid middle kid middle kid mi

loves astronomy, and even though she usually says it’s about the science, she’s memorized the stories behind all the constellations

smartypants mcgee, big ol big brain gal

she’s very smart. that’s what i’m saying.

hates being patronized or made to feel dumb and will lash out when she feels disregarded

ready to throw hands at any moment. she looks like she could kill you and she could.

really close with her parents, though she feels like she gets lost sometimes between their work and her siblings

she secretly loves flowers, solely because the squad brought her flowers at the science fair one time and she had to lie and say the judges were coming so they’d leave and not see her almost cry

loves the ocean. she grew up on the east coast and misses the atlantic, but west coast is cool, too. she likes the beaches.

(she has a collection of seashells now)

gets frustrated easily - for example, when searching for the child they lost, she snaps and says they should split up (and then immediately regrets it because phoebe looks Hurt)

honestly she likes bickering with phoebe because it’s kind of exhilarating to feel so seen and listened to, even if it’s in an argument about whether or not each different colored fruit loop has a different flavor

(also phoebe is very passionate about like. everything. and it’s kinda nice to know she puts effort into things that would be considered inconsequential or silly to other people. vanna appreciates it.)

#ocs #phoebe and vanna #ask #not sanders sides #Anonymous #keeps us down

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hbh-entertainment · 4 years

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i tried to make my fictional kpop company’s head quarters on the sims 4 and this is what happened.

i got this idea from @ephemera-sm who posted a text post about how it would be interesting to see a floor plan of oc dorms, companies, etc. I thought that was an amazing idea so i decided to make my company on the sims!

some notes before we start:

the sims only allows 4 floors to be built. obviously a real company has multiple floors and multiple different levels. some of the layouts that i created i see as being a ‘repeat’ floor (so like... multiple floors may have the exact same layout)

i am really really really ungifted when it comes to sims4 building. please don’t judge me too hard. i don’t have cc furniture either. i was working on limited skill and resources. i’m insecure about posting this lmao please be nice.

if you even read through this whole thing.... i’m open to answering any questions about HBH or the building or staff or whatever! questions help me world build and I really need to work on world building.

Alright. Let’s start with the ground floor.

Ah, the main lobby. Where visitors and artists alike enter the wondrous building and are greeted by the equally-wondrous, piece of ancient history secretary, Mrs Son Youngja. Right next to the entrance (that you can only get through if you either have an ID or buzz in), are three large display cases. Inside these cases are all the awards that HBH artists have won over the years. Yes, this is a flex on any newcomers that have never been to HBH’s headquarters. No, it’s not subtle in the slightest.

If you’re a trainee, employee, or artist, you have to show Youngja your HBH Entertainment ID before heading to the elevators. Anyone who doesn’t have their ID has to wait in the lobby, but they will be asked to leave by security if they loiter for more than ten minutes. You do not want to mess with security.

In order to access the rest of the building, you will need your HBH Entertainment ID to open the elevators. Depending on your position at the company, your ID may only get you into specific locations. For example, a corporate intern will only have access to the corporate floor.

I always pictured HBH to have a wall full of ivy or plants or maybe even running water behind the front desk. I feel like Hak Bonghwa would want that just to like ‘bring calmness’ or something. The sims 4 ivy wall looks fugly but please just envision a cool looking plant wall.

In my Sims 4 world, I called it ‘The Big Practice Room’. At HBH, there are actually at least 2 of these types of floors, stacked one on top of the other.

So there are two floors that look like this! The first one is on floor 1, and they call it Practice Room A. The second one is on floor 2, and they call it Practice Room B.

These larger practice rooms are mostly reserved for debuted idols to practice their choreography. Large groups like Triptych need big practice rooms like this so all their members can work together.

Trainees rarely use these practice rooms unless they are given permission from their instructors to book them. They are sort of a rite of passage to be able to use the larger practice rooms after you debut.

I showed a picture of some random posters next to the ‘sound system’ in the second picture because in my head these practice rooms just have a ton of vice/promise/triptych memes printed out and pasted onto the walls near the back of the rooms.

Part of being an HBH artist is coming in at five in the morning to see a new meme of yourself right next to the aux cord. Good morning, Seoul.

As you can see, there are two locker rooms up here. Most of the idols just dump their stuff against the wall in the practice room, but sometimes people actually use the lockers that HBH paid for.

There’s also three showers and if I could find space for it there would have also been bathroom stalls but.... hehe i made everything too small and was too lazy to rescale. There should be three toilet stalls in each locker room, just use your imagination.

In the Sims 4, Trainee Town is one floor. At HBH, it’s more like two. So imagine this floor, but another identical floor on top of it.

They call it ‘Trainee Town’ because these two floors are only used by trainees.

Well, not all the time, but you will rarely see a debuted idol in a practice room up here or walking around unless they are hosting a class or dropping by to give tips.

Trainee Town has four practice rooms, all which are significantly smaller than the larger practice rooms that we saw earlier. This is because when they are training, they are broken down into smaller groups and taught by instructors. They also are broken down into smaller performance groups when it comes to busking and showcases, so they never really need a large place to practice.

Actually, the kids will practice anywhere. The space between the two elevators has been used as a practice room multiple times.

Right when they get off the elevators, there are bulletin boards that not only have the schedules for their training and showcases, but also sometimes they’ll leave messages to each other on them. It’s cute.

You might have noticed that the locker rooms don’t have showers. That’s because I ran out of space again. There is supposed to be showers and toilets. I just don’t know how to be an architect.

There’s at least three floors of corporate, but only one has Hak Bonghwa’s office. (The floor above his has an office very similar to his. That office belongs to Heo Seongja.)

They all generally have this same layout. Open seating, no cubical, only a half-wall to separate desks.

HBH’s unofficial-official color is a greyish blue so I tried to keep the color theme going in this specific floor because this is like... where the Business Happens.

I couldn’t make it but there is a specific floor in HBH that is dedicated to just conference rooms. All the top floors of HBH are for business offices and stuff, but the conference floor is the second-to-top floor. The only floor above that one is the food court, which overlooks the city.

I totally forgot to add the food court, but imagine like... a college dining hall. It’s like that but with healthy food and tables with benches.

Anyways! Hak Bonghwa’s office is in a glass box so he can see all his workers. He doesn’t do this to be controlling or whatever, he wants to make it feel like they’re all in this together.

His desk always has photos of his family on it.

He has a small conference section of his office with a cat vase. In my head, there was no cat vase. Now that I saw this one from the Sims, there is now canonically a cat vase in Hak Bonghwa’s office.

The tea is: a good chunk of HBH workers hate this office layout because there’s no privacy and you can always see what other people are up to and it’s distracting.

The last level I created were The Dungeons.

The Dungeons got it’s nickname for two reasons. One, the other half of the basement (which isn’t shown because I got too tired to finish it) used to be the old trainee rooms when Vice were training.

The second is because of the obsurd amount of time you spend down here when you’re working on a new album.

Most of HBH artists are self-producing so the members will spend a good chunk of their time down in one of the studios to record their comebacks.

There are three recording studios. The Green Studio, the Red Studio, and the Blue Studio. They all get their names from the carpets that are laid on the floor.

The Blue Room is used the most frequently for production lessons for trainees.

Across the hall, you may have noticed two other rooms. One of these rooms “belongs” to Cyth from Vice. The other belongs to Rushi and Haeun, two long-time trainees.

Cyth gets a room because he produces not only for Vice but he also has had a helping hand in almost every HBH artist comeback since Triptych debuted. He’s earned his own work space to say the least.

Rushi and Haeun have one for similar reasons. They have both been trainees for nearly six years now. A part of their training was that they got to produce, compose, and write for other HBH idols. They have helped Promise create their whole “Dancer” album as well as a few early Triptych tracks. Even though they are just trainees, they are very valuable members to the HBH gang.

To explain the “random space” part!

I’ve thought it through and I’ve decided that I will probably be putting several ‘empty’ rooms down there for a variety of things like rap practice, vocal practice, lyric writing practice, etc. Just more practice space for idols and trainees.

I have nothing else to add. If you have any questions or comments, I’d love to hear them. I may or may not make the dorms?? idk. We’ll see. i’d love to see other people’s floor plans! hop on this! let’s make it a trend! Thank you for reading this very long post! Stay healthy please.

#hbh.info

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alj4890 · 5 years

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Love/Lust Prompt

(Thomas x Amanda) with the prompt of the two beginning their relationship by meeting for the first time in a bar that results in a night spent together as requested by Anonymous

(Thomas Hunt x oc*Amanda) a Red Carpet Diaries Fan Fiction

A/N This isn't a part of my AU's and I had to think what would possibly drive them to this impulsive act. I have it in my mind that they both overthink situations and rarely do something spontaneous when with someone they don't know. So this was an interesting challenge. Hope this is what you asked for Anonymous. It gets a little steamy in spots 😉. Oh and I borrowed Daniel from The Royal Romance for this. I needed a sweet bartender.

@lxaah11 @alleksa16 @penguininapinktuxedo @blackcoffee85 @stopforamoment @krsnlove @annekebbphotography @cora-nova @bella-ca @hopelessromantic1352. @sunflowergirl05 @desiree-0816 @greywitchyshots @lilyofchoices @emceesynonymroll @dr-nancy-house @aworldoffandoms @pixieferry @lolablackwrites @flyawayboo @i-bloody-love-drake-walker.

Masterlist

On a Whim

It's none of my business, Thomas thought. He picked up his glass and took a sip. He should have returned to his suite and ordered a bottle of scotch from room service instead of coming to the hotel bar. He glanced again at the woman sitting across the room.

Her face. It was so full of uncertainty. She was alone and he had noticed her as soon as she came in. She was currently nursing her fourth drink. Each time she ordered a refill she seemed so guilty, so in need of something. Forgiveness, perhaps? Maybe encouragement?

She had already smiled and kindly discouraged one man from joining her when she first entered. Then another man had come up. Shock and recognition flickered across her face when he sat down across from her. Then came the painful anger. Words were spoken quickly and quietly between the two. The man downed his drink, stood, and finished with a sentence that caused the equalivent of a gut punch to her.

He had left her staring at his retreating form with a mixture of relief and trepidation. Thomas watched as a bartender made her a stronger drink and brought it to her. She had smiled softly and thanked him. She remained in her booth, taking sips and occasionally pushing a lock of hair behind her ear.

She was lost in thought and Thomas wished he knew what it was. He was surprised. He rarely suffered with this much curiosity about some random person. He also rarely kept his attention for so long on someone he didn't know.

He wanted to find out who she was. Why was she so uncertain? Why did she continue to sit by herself when she could have anyone here?

He motioned to the bartender to freshen his drink. Then he made his way over to her booth.

Amanda listened to the sultry jazz music drift through a nearby speaker. She took a gulp of the old fashioned Daniel had made for her and grimaced. Of all the people she could have run into in New York, why did it have to be Jeremy?

Her messy breakup with him months earlier had left him bitter and resentful and yet, he had been the one caught cheating on her. If anyone should have been bitter, it should be her. All she felt was a lightness of spirit once she was freed of their relationship. She was happy and looking forward to what came next. Then he popped back into her life for a brief moment of torture. His angry accusations began as soon as he ignored her wish to be left alone.

He said that it was all her fault. He wouldn't have needed another woman if she had truly met his needs. He then hit her in all the areas he knew she was most insecure. He told her she wasn't sexy enough to drive a man wild with passion, nowhere near adventurous enough in life. She barely could hold onto any man with her dull personality.

Amanda suffered with the debilitating handicap of only thinking of snappy comebacks once a verbal assault was over. She could come up with some that would have drawn blood, if she could have thought of them in the moment. All she could do while he insulted her was stare in shock. Why on earth had he wanted to date her in the first place if she was so unattractive? Once he had his say, she was left alone with her thoughts.

When no man approached her after that, she started to think Jeremy had been right. She must be undesirable. By her fourth drink, she considered leaving and finding someone who didn't know her to ask their opinion. She needed to know if she was a hopeless case. She certainly felt like one.

"Excuse me?"

She looked up at the tall, dark, and faintly familiar man and waited.

"Mind if I sit here?" He motioned to the seat she was sitting on.

He's very handsome, she thought. Even though she was not normally attracted to men with beards, there was something about him that made her nod. "Not at all." She picked up her things and scooted around the curved corner booth.

Thomas slid in, leaving a space between them. "I don't mean to interrupt your solitude but I couldn't help but notice that you seem troubled. Unhappy."

Amanda finished off the rest of her glass. She set it down and met Thomas's concerned gaze. "I'm not unhappy. Well, perhaps a little. More it was what he said that has me thinking this way. It can't be true, can it?" She realized she was rambling and leaned closer to Thomas. "May I ask you something?"

He nodded, already fascinated with her. His curiousity was growing by leaps and bounds.

She reached for her glass and frowned when she noticed nothing but ice. The bartender brought her another and she smiled. "Thank you so much, Daniel."

"That's it for tonight, Amanda." He told her gently. "Riley will send someone to kill me if something happens because of this."

Amanda laughed and promised she wouldn't tell on him. She noticed Thomas watching her closely through the exchange. She cleared her throat and summoned the unusually large amount of courage she had at the moment. It had to be the drinks. "Please, be honest. Don't say what you think I wish to hear. I need the truth more than kindness." She waited on his agreement before asking. "As a man, do you,” she closed her eyes briefly before looking into his eyes, “think I have sex appeal?”

His eyebrows lifted. She's asking my opinion? Was she fishing for compliments? He studied her eyes and expression. He saw no guile. He leaned back against the cushions and slowly nodded. "I do."

"So you find me attractive?" She further inquired, to make certain he understood what she was asking.

He set his elbows on the table and leaned forward, focusing his intense gaze upon her. "I happen to find you very attractive." He was surprised just how much he did now that he was close enough to clearly see her in the dim light.

She stared directly in his eyes. He really is so sexy, she thought. She licked her upper lip after taking another drink and noticed his eyes drop down to her mouth. He picked up his own glass and paused halfway to his lips.

"I'm Thomas." He observed her closely, wondering if she knew who he was.

Her thoughtful expression eased and she held her hand out. "Amanda."

He slowly smiled at being unknown. How many women had tried to seduce him for a part in one of his films? A chance to boost their image? This one, if he was reading her right, was seducing him strictly for himself.

"So, are you in town for business or pleasure?" He asked.

She smiled and cut her eyes to him. "Strictly pleasure for the rest of this trip. I finished the business last night."

His lips curved and he stretched his arm across the back of their seat. He toyed with a lock of her hair when she relaxed against his arm. "Do you have any plans for your time here?"

Amanda shook her head. "This is one vacation where I want to go completely against my own inclinations." Her eyes twinkled while her lips firmed in a line. "I am going to decide things on a whim."

He chuckled at the determination on her face. "You're a planner at heart?"

Her laughter at herself drew him closer to her. "I am. I suppose that seems dull to most people."

Thomas slid his fingers down her shoulder. "I'm a planner." He admitted. "I have trouble stepping back and allowing things to simply happen."

She reached under the table and patted his leg in comiseration. "It's difficult isn't it? Relinquishing control and letting fate have its way." She wrinkled her nose. "I hate surprises."

He watched her long lashes cast shadows on her cheeks in the soft glow of candlelight. He slightly turned toward her. "Not all surprises are bad."

She looked up at him and broke into a shy smile. "I suppose not." Her eyes traced his features and stopped at his lips. "Every once in a while a surprise comes along and is all you could hope for."

He leaned his head down and paused right before touching her lips. His dark eyes focused on hers. "What do you hope for right now?"

Her breath hitched when the back of his fingers slowly slid down her cheek. He waited, his heart picking up speed as anticipation hung heavy between them.

Amanda swallowed and closed the distance. Her lips pressed softly against against his. He followed her lead then took over the kiss when she her hand curved at the nape of his neck. He continued slowly caressing her cheek as the kiss came to an end.

They were breathless as they looked at each other. Questions they wanted to ask, yet couldn't think how to phrase the words, remained unspoken. Their lips met again and again as they felt the sexual tension grow at an alarming rate.

Thomas couldn't believe the words that tumbled out of his mouth. "Would you like to get out of here? Go back to one of our rooms?" His lips brushed her neck before returning to hers. Her smell. The taste and feel of her skin. She was fueling his blood with heady desire. He couldn't think of anything other than being alone with her.

"Yes." Amanda mumbled into his kiss. "I would like that."

Her mind screamed at her. Is this because of what Jeremy said? You never have one night stands! Never! Have you lost all caution and common sense? You don't know this man! His name probably isn't even Thomas! Didn't you just watch Dateline last night about that woman who went off with that man she just met and he ki--

She pushed those thoughts away. Whoever this man was, she wanted to be with him. If it was for an hour or the entire night she wanted this. Needed to feel his touch. She rarely felt an instant attraction to someone. She was not going to return alone to her room and imagine what might have been. She was going to experience and hold onto every moment. She was going to indulge that adventurous side. If she had one...

There was just one thing she had to get off her chest before she worried over it. "Thomas, I...I have never done something like this before. I don't know the proper protocol for... Who's room should we go to? I..." She lowered her eyes as her cheeks turned darker with embarrassment.

Thomas tilted her chin up and tenderly kissed her. "I understand." He waited until she lifted her eyes before continuing. "We'll go to your room."

She pressed a sweet kiss to his cheek. "Thank you."

He slid out of her booth and took her hand.

Daniel kept his concerns to himself when Thomas settled her bar tab and his. He watched them leave arm and arm together and decided he would check on her in the morning. He didn't care how famous the guy was. Daniel was still going to look out for the young duchess.

In the brighter light of the elevator, Thomas noticed the places he kissed her were red and irritated. The beard he had been growing the last couple of weeks was causing it. He gently touched the marks, then hit his floor number

"Let's stop at my room first." He gently kissed the spots. "I need to shave. I can't have anything hurting you."

Amanda closed her eyes at how sweet that was. To offer to do that for a stranger, one he would never see again... She cupped his face and kissed him, infusing every bit of unspoken feeling into it.

Thomas sank into her embrace. He was amazed at the overwhelming need to protect her, even from himself. It wasn't that she was vulnerable. He knew that wasn't it or he would never have suggested this. He didn't believe in taking advantage of people when they were truly at their lowest. No, it was more her honest reactions to his words and touch that he wanted to protect.

They walked into his suite and he left her in the living room. He hesistated when he pulled his shaving kit out, wondering if this would cause her to recognize him. Would she still find him attractive? Would this alter what they were both wanting?

He rubbed shaving cream over his chin, upper lip, and jaw. He removed the coarse hair with quick decisive strokes of his razor. He pressed a cool damp towel to his face and looked in the mirror at the results. Thomas summoned the pleasant thought of what was ahead of him and left the bathroom.

I want her, he thought when he saw her. He walked up behind her as she looked out the vast set of windows along the wall of his suite. He leaned down and pressed his lips to her neck while his hands explored the curves and hollows of her body.

His hands came around pulling her completely flush against him. Her head dropped back on his shoulder as his seduction began to cause the flames within her to spiral even higher.

She turned in his embrace and looked up at him in the muted glow from the lights of the city outside. Something about him was so familiar. She just couldn't place where she knew him from. She ignored the puzzeling thought and focused on the fact that he was even more handsome than before. Her fingers brushed the smooth skin along his jaw and she smiled when he pressed a kiss into her hand.

"Better?" His deep voice made her feel even more turned on.

"Very." She gasped when his lips slammed into hers. Each nip, caress, and suck had her gripping him to her.

He lifted his head and gave her another chance. "Do you want to stop?"

She shook her head no.

He closed his eyes briefly. "Your room...let's go."

She somehow got her shaky legs to walk back to the elevators. Thomas kept his arm around her, teasing her with his lips on her ear and neck. She hit the button to the next floor up. The doors opened and they walked down the long hallway, pausing every few feet to lean against the wall and succumb to the volatile kisses they were unable to stop from occurring.

With his tantalizing lips soothing a tender spot on her neck, she was able to get her door open on the third try. Once they were inside, they gave in to trying to get each other out of their clothes.

Her fingers attacked the buttons of his shirt and pants, while his fumbled with the zipper to her dress. Both groaned in frustrated excitment as they fought to win each encounter while kissing. Amanda won against getting his shirt off before he could her dress. Her fingers slowly outlined each muscle of his chest and back while her lips continued to drive him mad.

Thomas broke away from her kiss and turned her around. He managed to push the dress down and off of her. His hands moved over her skin, heating it to a fevered pitch while his lips explored all that the dress had concealed.

"Take me to your bedroom." He whispered in her ear. He felt her tremble in his arms and kissed her tenderly.

She stepped out of his embrace and laced her fingers with his. She led him to her bed and moaned as he let go of the final thread of control he had been holding in a vise like grip.

They were frantic to get as close as they could to each other. Each kiss, every touch was met with encouraging moans and whispered words of how perfect the other was. The rest of their clothes were ripped off leaving them skin to skin as they laid in her bed.

Thomas paused for the final time. His heart was slamming in his chest as he looked into her eyes. "Amanda? Do you still want--"

"I want you, Thomas." She breathed out. Her hands moved up his body and gently craddled his face. She pressed a loving kiss to his mouth that held nothing but promises. He nearly shook with his need to make her his in every fashion.

He quickly slipped protection on before making himself one with her. The sounds and movments from her drove him on to cause more to come. He looked down at her, thinking he had never seen anyone so beautiful in the throes of passion. She met his eyes and the hint of a smile on her lips brought out his confession of how she drove him crazy with desire for her.

Their lips met as their movements increased in speed and intensity. She clung to him, tears coming to her eyes as the sensations built between them. His name burst breathlessly from her lips as he sank down into her with his own groan of her name.

They laid there, side by side, and attempted to bring needed oxygen into their bodies. Thomas turned his head to look at her. She did the same to him and softly smiled. He took her hand and kissed it, flattening it against his thudding heart.

He finally rolled toward her and pulled her into his arms. Their lips met in a lingering kiss. He lifted his eyes to hers and sighed. Thomas didn't want to leave her.

Amanda studied his face and noticed the longing that matched her own. "I'm not sure if I am supposed to suggest this, but would you like to stay the night?"

His lips eased and he kissed her. "Yes." He smoothed her hair off her face and pulled her closer. The simple feeling of her skin against his was already causing him to desire her even more than he had earlier. Her hands were tracing soothing circles on his back, making him imagine other places they touched perfectly.

He whispered how much he wanted her and felt immense satisfaction come over him at her passionate response.

The second time was spent learning every aspect of each other in slow caresses and deep, thorough kisses. The longing words spoken sparked emotions that neither anticipated. They held each other tight as the waves of bliss rolled over them.

Late the next morning, Amanda woke with Thomas curled up behind her. His arm held her close to him as he slept. She carefully turned over, so as not to disturb him, to get a better look at him in the morning light. After the dim lights and slight buzz from the alcohol, she was curious about the man she had spent the night with. She felt her heartbeat skip somewhat at how handsome he--

"Thomas Hunt!"

His eyes cracked open at hearing her strangled whisper. He smiled softly and closed them again. His eyes flew open when he realized she had said his last name.

She stared at him. Flabbergasted barely scratched the surface of how she felt. How? How did I not know I ended up with one of Hollywood's sexiest last night? Why isn't he with one of those starlets that puts models to shame with their beauty?

"Good morning." He said, slowly stretching

"Good..." Good lord he shouldn’t do that around people. Much too handsome. She took a deep breath to calm down. "Good morning."

His arm curved around her and pulled her closer for a kiss. He looked into her eyes and decided to try for what he now wanted.

"I know last night you said you didn't want to make plans for this trip." He began, running featherlight caresses along her collar bone and then dipping in at the cleavage before returning back to her shoulders.

Her eyes were wide as she waited on him to say more.

"Would you possibly, on a whim," his lips deepened into a brief teasing smile, "like to have dinner with me tonight?"

"You want to have a date? With me?" She asked.

"I do, very much so." He replied while rolling over on top of her. His lips traveled up and down her neck. "I would like a chance to know you."

She swallowed and thought about how much she wanted to be with him. This wasn't supposed to happen though. Last night was supposed to be a single night of mind blowing passion. And oh my, it was. It wasn't meant to go any further, was it?

Thomas lifted his head and met her eyes. She saw the same vulnerability she herself struggled with in the dark depths. Her lips eased into a shy smile. "I would love to have dinner with you."

His kiss took her breath away. She slipped her arms around his neck, enjoying his body on hers. He set his forehead against hers when the kiss ended. She caressed his cheek and felt a sweet warmth in her chest as he pressed a kiss to her palm.

"I was thinking of ordering room service." She bit her lip before finishing her question and pushed her uncertainty aside. "Would you like to stay and eat breakfast with me?"

He kissed her again and nodded. "Yes." He got up and held his hand out. She took it and laughed when he yanked her into his arms. He smoothed her hair out of her face.

"Since you recognized who I am," his lips brushed against hers as he spoke, "who are you?"

"Amanda Bridgerton." She answered.

"And where are you from?" He asked.

"A small European country that most haven't heard of." She explained.

"What is it called?" He persisted.

"Cordonia." She chuckled when his eyes lit with recognition. "I should have known you would know it."

"I do." He smiled after stealing another kiss. "I look forward to learning more about you on our dates."

Her eyebrow lifted. "I think you mean date."

Thomas pressed his lips against her cheek. "I said exactly what I meant, Ms. Bridgerton. One date with you will not be nearly enough for me."

#thomas hunt x oc #Thomas Hunt #thomas hunt x amanda #red carpet diaries #choices red carpet diaries #rcd thomas hunt

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classicdaisycalico · 5 years

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Mario for the series?

Please?

YE OKAY LET’S GOOOOO

001 | Send me a fandom and I will tell you my:

FAVORITE CHARACTER: DAISYYYYYYYY! Not even a question!!!!

LEAST FAVORITE CHARACTER: Uhhhhh I don’t really have one??? But the one that definitely gets on my nerves a lot is Bowser. Not because his character is terrible, but because the guy just can’t take a hint…….

5 FAVORITE SHIPS (CANON OR NON-CANON): Do I even have 5 ships? Let’s see…in no particular order:Luigi x Daisy (Okay I lied a little bit. OTP YEAH YOU KNOW ME)Mario x PeachRosalina x Pauline (We would finally have our red and blue gays y’all!!!!)Blumiere x TimpaniYoshi x Birdo (Wooooo another LGBT relationship!)

CHARACTER I FIND MOST ATTRACTIVE: Well I don’t necessarily have a crush on him but I would typically find dudes like Luigi objectively attractive. For me, it’s not just appearances, but it’s the personality too. We need more dudes like Luigi in the world.

CHARACTER I WOULD MARRY: Going off of the previous answer, I’m going with Luigi. But that’s Daisy’s job, not mine.

CHARACTER I WOULD BE BEST FRIENDS WITH: Either Daisy or Pauline! Daisy, because I think we share a lot in common, personality-wise, or Pauline, interests-wise. We both love music and singing and walking around cities together!

A RANDOM THOUGHT: WHY HASN’T SARASALAND MADE A COMEBACK YET NINTENDO?! Seeing all 4 regions of the kingdom in 3D, preferably in a main title, would be AmAzInG

AN UNPOPULAR OPINION: I guess my shipping Pauline with Rosalina could be considered “unpopular”, not because people don’t like it but because it’s basically a rarepair, from what I’ve seen (or rather, HAVEN’T seen, since I don’t see a lot of fan content on that ship).

MY CANON OTP: LUIGI x DAISY BABYYYYYY (On a technicality, I guess. We get a lot of small incidents scattered throughout the games but I really REALLY wish we got more concrete interactions between the two! I’m sure they would be so cute!)

MY NON-CANON OTP: Pauline and Rosalina have never even interacted with each other and that makes me v sad. #GivePaulineAGirlfriend2k19

MOST BADASS CHARACTER: Rosalina, First Of Her Name, Wielder of the Star Wand, Master of Cosmic Magic, Guardian Mother of the Lumas, Keeper of the Comet Observatory, High Queen of the Cosmos. LONG MAY SHE REIGN.

MOST EPIC VILLAIN: Kamek! Bowser definitely would not have planned and executed most of his own evil plans by himself, would he? NOPE. He had a little help, and that help came in the form of an old Koopa wizard who is highly skilled in offensive magic.

PAIRING I AM NOT A FAN OF: Bowser and Peach. I’m sorry, but Bowser is incredibly abusive to Peach no matter how much he says he loves her. He doesn’t respect her boundaries or her personal space, nor her well-being or that of her friends, and doesn’t know the meaning of “no”. He literally TRIED TO FORCE HER TO MARRY HIM in Super Mario Odyssey WHEN SHE CLEARLY DID NOT WANT TO MARRY HIM AT ALL. I don’t care what bullshit theories people try to spin on this pairing; it sucks.

CHARACTER I FEEL THE WRITERS SCREWED UP (in one way or another): A lot of the secondary characters, specifically Daisy, Wario, and Waluigi. You can’t just drop them in one (1) main title (or in Waluigi’s case, literally a Camelot OC for Mario Tennis), and then just forget about them until you need them for spin-offs. You gotta give them some context within the Mario-verse every now and then besides “Mario’s old foe” or “Luigi’s girlfriend/Peach’s bestie”. WHY do these relationships exist? HOW do they know Mario? WHAT is their backstory?

FAVOURITE FRIENDSHIP: Definitely Peach and Daisy. These 2 have so many differences in personality and mannerisms you’d think they wouldn’t get along, but they’re so close they consider themselves sisters-in-arms! I love their friendship so much

CHARACTER I MOST IDENTIFY WITH: Either Daisy or Pauline, for the same reasons I listed as the “best friends” question.

CHARACTER I WISH I COULD BE: Definitely Daisy, lol. I’d be the most revolutionary princess ever. I’d be able to wear all of these cute dresses and still kick major ass at the same time without shame.

Phew. That took a hot minute. But I definitely enjoyed answer this!

#ask me things #chihiro-and-byakuya #super mario

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stroni-bomb · 5 years

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To Murder A Family

You hadn't meant for it to happen, you hadn't meant to disobey this badly. Your pack was right about you, one day your own rebellion would really be the end of them all.

OC Mingcheng's Backstory - Fairy!Jaehyun's Mate.

-Stroni-

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You begrudgingly followed your mother and father, Alpha and Luna of your pack. They were on the move again to find a new home, only leaving intervals as small as one hour for everyone to rest before trekking off once again.

"Cheer up, you look like a skunk just sprayed your clean coat. Though that's your normal face nowadays it seems," Tao, your older brother and next in line to be Alpha, cackled beside you in pack link.

You snapped your jaw rather aggressively yet somewhat playful at him. "Shut it, I've got no patience for your games."

Tao grumbled beside you, deciding to pick up the pace and walk alongside your parents. Good riddens, you glared at him from behind, he was always trying to play favourite, not just with your parents either but with the whole pack that followed diligently behind your family. Suck ups, the lot of you- was what you wanted to say in your connected minds, but instead carried on walking, each paw getting more and more sore with each step.

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"We are stopping here," your mother announced, her yellow eyes turned to face the pack whom had stopped dead in their tracks. "Your Alpha and my son have gone to survey the area. Feel free to shift, we may be staying here for a while."

Everyone seemed to sigh in unison, the instant cracking of bones filling the air. It didn't seem awkward anymore, seeing the whole pack naked. It had happened in so many occasions you were sure you'd be able to identify everyone simply by looking at their belly buttons.

As everyone stretched out their human form you decided to stay as a wolf and have a look around.

"Y/N!" Your mother barked after you, her too in her human form. Your tail instantly sagged, so much for exploring. "Where are you going? Ladies should-"

"Stay and look elegant so the pack feel reassured blah blah blah I get it," you snapped, slumping down onto the floor deciding your pelt was in need of a clean.

"That's not how a lady should cleanse herself," She scolded once again, a disgusted look plastered on her face. Not being able to think of a good comeback in time you simply stuck your tongue out, lifting your top lip as if to pull a silly face in wolf form.

"You're so childish! There's just no talking to you anymore!" She yelled, storming off towards the family of the Betas, second in command.

Laughing to yourself you watched her leave as she vented, presumably about you. "You shouldn't wind your mother up like that daughter," a deep voice said behind you, it was your father who, thankfully, was in wolf form.

"She started it; a lady should do this, a lady should do that, how about a lady does whatever the hell she wants?" Your father gently shook his head then walked towards the trees, signalling for you to follow suite.

You gladly got up, knowing you was in for a more educational lecture, one that didn't end with telling you what to do or how to live your life. Your father was the best in terms that he didn't judge you, he didn't have crazy expectations and he actually treated you ...like a daughter.

For a while he hadn't said anything, allowing you to follow close by his side, something your mother would never allow you to do.

"Y/N," he addressed you with your name, something you weren't used to as 'daughter', 'wife' and 'son' were how he always called his family by. "sometimes I worry for you, maybe I shouldn't. But the way you live, how you do things, do you think they're beneficial to the pack?"

You stood frozen in place. Your heart seemingly stopped beating and your tail immediately drooped between your legs. This didn't sound like father, this sounded like mother, literally anything but father.

"I know I'm not one to tell you what to do but, some things you know you have to, right? To save yourself, to save the lives of your family and the pack-"

"What exactly are you on about? You see me as a threat?" You couldn't help but interrupt, his words sending you over the edge. He suddenly stopped also, looking back at you sympathetically then turning to look at something in front of him. Reluctantly you moved forward, seeing the most beautiful lake you had possibly ever seen in your lifetime.

"It's not that your a threat Y/N. You just have tendencies to disobey even the most important of rules," he paused, looking somewhat thoughtful as his perked ears moved in the wind. "This lake, although beautiful, is cursed. I can smell it, nothing but bad news. Just- don't drink from it okay? That's all."

How could something so pretty be such a threat? You called it as bullshit, assuming it was another of the stupid tests your mother would put your father under to see if you'd do as you're told in an extreme situation. You weren't stupid. You'd already decided to give the lake a visit later to have a sip but in the mean time you gave your father a sure 'yes alpha' before racing him back to the others.

As the last wer finally fell asleep you silently tracked out the path you had walked earlier, following the fading scents until reaching the glistening water. It didn't have a particular scent that screamed 'this lake is cursed'. Even if there was, had your father really thought you were stupid enough to drink from a random lake? The fact that he thought you did only made you want to drink from it more, so here you are.

Without hesitation you lowered your front legs to make it easier for your tongue to reach the water. As soon as your tongue touched the cool liquid your wolf seemed to scream out to you, shouting at you to shift as soon as possible.

"Shut up wolf," you scowled, knowing it was only psychological. "Don't listen to what my dad has to sa-" it hit you all at once though. The feeling of skin stretching, bones growing ten times the size they should be, all whilst you were still a wolf. The pain was excruciating, nothing like you had ever felt before. The scariest thing was, you had no control over yourself anymore. As the floor got further and further away you cried out for everything to just stop but you couldn't. When it eventually halted you were no longer the slightly larger than average wolf, instead you were a beast, one so tall and bulky you could barely recognise your own pelt that covered its body.

A sudden burst of anger had shot through you; flashbacks of everytime you had been ridiculed as a child, disregarded by your parents and even your brother, it surged through you like a toxic drug. Until eventually, you had come to the conclusion of...who ever said you couldn't choose your family? Choose your pack? They didn't create the rules, no no you did, and it was time for a change... your new rule? Well it was simple:

If they've hurt you...kill them.

"And that's what I did," you finished your story to Jaehyun, who laid silently in bed next to you, playing with your hair and grasping your hand whenever your voice had broken.

"You weren't you in that moment," he soothed, finally deeming it appropriate to change your mood to a calmer one. It would've been wrong to have done it before, you wanted to tell him about your past in detail, emotions and everything. "Plus, you still have Tao."

You sighed, not sure if it was relief or frustration. Turning to face Jaehyun you cautiously wrapped your arms around him, taking in his scent as you shuffled closer to his body, snuggling your face into his collarbone. It was unlike you to initiate skinship, usually leaving it to Jaehyun whenever he felt like you weren't going to bite his head off. Dealing with your numerous mood swings was something you really had to commemorate to him, his patience really was immaculate.

His light chuckle gently blew the top of your hair as his arms found their way around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer to his chest. He placed a soft kiss to the top of your head, hugging you even tighter, it was amazing to him to have you here, you've been through a lot and after everything to still want to be by his side, it made him more than ecstatic.

"Hyunie...do you like Hyunie?" Acting cute wasn't really something you were known for either, at all, but in rare instances where you were both tired and seemingly under Jaehyun's 'spell' you couldn't help it.

"Hyunie?" He paused to think, not about the name of course, just about how adorable you were being. "I love it."

"Just like I love you," you didn't even have to think as the words just naturally slipped out of your mouth. You had never openly said 'I love you' before, Jaehyun had countless times but for you love was more if an expression of actions rather than words. This time though it was necessary.

"Y-you what?" He asked shocked, not believing that he'd heard you correctly.

"You know what I said doofus don't make me repeat myself," there's the Y/N that he was familiar with.

"I love you so much too Y/N," he cuddled you even tighter, resting his head on top of yours.

"Hyunie!" You pouted, looking up at him, his lips just a small gap from yours. "Why must you always one up me? You love hog."

He smirked as his eyes fell upon your lips, "love hog, huh?"

You lightly shook your head as your eyes seemed to naturally find their way to his lips as well. "You're unbelievable Jung Jaehyun."

"As are you Y/L/N Y/N, just more so."

"Again with the one upping?" Teasingly you bit the corner of your lip, snaking your arms from around his torso to loosely hanging across his shoulders and hooking around his neck. "Just kiss me already, we both know that's what you want."

He didn't hesitate, almost immediately closing the gap between the two of you and locking his lips in perfect unison with yours. It was passionate to say the least, he'd gently pull at the hem of your pyjama bottoms and you'd run your fingers through his hair, occasionally tugging at it lightly every now and then.

It wasn't unusual for you to end up pinned underneath Jaehyun's body as his hair flopped down, some strands sticking to his forehead where a few beads of sweat would roll down. Both of you naked, feeling nothing but love and acceptance radiating from each other, strong feelings showing clearly for the other. You were sure, no, you were absolutely certain that what you had with Jaehyun, that's what is commonly known as... forever.

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