#this went a long way in earning back trust and helped everyone to see him in a brand new light

[doortotomorrow]

memori in every episode » perverse instantiation part two

[roosterr]

white flag ✹ ch 4

note: i had to rewrite this chapter TWICE. im sick of it so pls enjoy. also forgot to mention on here that I have been away this week on a little holiday. didn't stop me writing tho lol.

pairing: ghost x gn!reader

wc: 2.3k

no use of y/n

readers callsign is 'stingray'

summary: while you're gone on a mission, ghost has time to ponder your relationship, and comes to a long awaited realisation

warnings: ghost's pov, mentions of blood and injury, lil bit of angst

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ghost never knew how to feel about you.

at first, he really did hate you; you were the bright-eyed new recruit with seemingly endless optimism, he simply couldn't help but be annoyed by you. honestly, he half expected you to tap out a week into the job. you were just so… normal, he found it hard to believe you were cut out for this line of work.

of course, he trusted price's decision to hire you, and deep down ghost knew he wouldn't have recruited you if he didn't think you could handle it, but he looked down on you anyway. it didn't matter how good price thought you were, you'd have to earn ghost's respect.

it was infuriating, the way you fit so easily into the dynamic of the team. they all liked you right off the bat, even the captain, who was notoriously hard to impress. he observed you from afar, watching how you easily broke down their walls and fell into place next to them like it was nothing.

if he was honest with himself, he might have even called it jealousy. it seemed that everything was so natural to you; everything that he struggled with, you did with such ease you made it look like child's play. he especially hated the way you could just be a person. you didn't lock up every time someone spoke to you, you didn't need to sit with a visual on every available exit, and you didn't need to analyse every person you met in the fear that the second you turn your back they'll stab you in it.

you pissed him off, but what was worse than anything else about you, is that ghost had to fight with himself not to like you too.

it was the first time he got sent on an assignment with you that he began to understand why everyone seemed to get along with you so well. the ruthless efficiency with which you did your job was almost shocking to see. he couldn't have predicted how well the two of you worked together; like a well oiled machine, by the end of the mission he didn't even need to communicate verbally, you could just tell what his next move would be.

he finally understood why price fought so hard to get you on the one-four-one – and he finally found it in himself to respect you.

but that didn't change the way he felt about you beyond the field. you were soft, too kind, and too optimistic, you weren't hardened by the job like him. so he went out of his way to be tougher on you than he was with the others, and he rationalised it by telling himself he was helping you; that without a little toughening up, this world would break you, and for some reason, he couldn't stand the thought of that.

when you started to resent him back, it made his stomach feel heavy in a way he'd never felt before. it was new, and uncomfortable, and it scared him. he wasn't sure when he first noticed it, but it only got worse when he came to the realisation that you didn't care for him like you did for gaz and soap.

you could joke around so easily with them, but you go quiet when he enters the room. you never meet his eyes, and make sure to never be physical with him. when he addresses you over comms, you answer with a quick 'yes sir' and that's the end of it. ghost would never admit it, but the distance between you hurt – even if it was by design. 

as he lay awake that night, he thought about what it would be like if you treated him the same way you treated the others. he couldn't stop the tiny smile that pulled at his lips as he imagined laughing with you, sitting next to you, touching you.

he imagined you, taking his calloused hand into your own, so gentle and kind like you always were, and the way his pulse skyrocketed scared him into staying up the rest of the night.

after that, the way he saw you changed. where he used to think you were soft – and therefore weak – instead he saw the way you chose to be kind. when once your constant jokes with the others was an inability to take things seriously, now it was your specialty way to keep up morale, and ghost actually found himself chuckling at a few of your quips.

it was like his entire perspective had shifted, everything about you that used to annoy him gradually became something he appreciated about you.

it took him a while, but he finally came to the conclusion that he… liked you. 

but it was bittersweet, because he already knew you didn't want him, and he doubted you ever would. you'd never see him in the same light, he'd ruined his chances before he even knew he wanted one.

maybe it was for the best, though. you deserved better, someone who would treat you right, someone normal. he already knew you didn't want him, and he could never blame you for that. people like you don't fall in love with people like him, that's just the way it is.

so he resigns himself to burying the feelings he harbours for you. you never had to find out, if you did you'd surely be disgusted by someone like him being interested in you. he couldn't handle rejection like that, not from you.

when price told him he'd have to take you in when your house burned down, he was fucking terrified. it shook him to his core, how much he liked the idea of the two of you living under the same roof. he did his best to avoid you, leave you in peace like he assumed you wanted; but you – wonderful, kind you – wouldn't just leave him to his misery.

you were being nice to him, and he couldn't figure out why. he assumed it was because he was doing you a favour by letting you stay with him; he couldn't even trick himself into believing that you might be doing it because you liked him.

every night, he'd go back to that fantasy of existing with you, by your side instead of at arm's length. you were so close, just a single door separating you, his hands started sweating every time he passed by the living room.

he knew he was a goner the morning you woke up before him. he'd scarcely ever seen you in a casual setting, but walking into the kitchen and being greeted by you sitting at the table, the domesticity of it all hit him like a bullet to the chest.

it was exactly what he wanted, and it scared the shit out of him, so he panicked. he needed to stay away from you, for your own good, so he did what the ghost does best.

he ran away.

he didn't even consider what you'd think, he just had to get away, before he said something he'd end up regretting.

when you came through the door, soaking wet, and laid into him – which he knew he deserved – he immediately regretted leaving you behind. seeing you cry, knowing it was because of him, it made him feel sick. he knew he never wanted you to feel that heartache again, especially if it was because of him.

he'd give anything to start again with you, go back to the beginning and do it all right this time, but the only thing he could do was try and make up for what he'd put you through.

the hot chocolate was a peace offering; he knew you loved it – he even knew about the stash you had of it hidden in price's office, away from the other soldiers. he half expected you to just tell him to piss off, but when you accepted it, he felt his heart soar.

it ignited a spark of hope within him. more than anything, he just wanted you to like him, it didn't matter if you never saw him the way he wanted you to.

he intended on waking you up the next evening, before he left for the pub, but when he saw how peaceful you looked while you slept, he couldn't bring himself to disturb you. 

you stayed with gaz and soap most of the night, and he spent the night watching you from the bar and dimly lit corners, assuring himself that you were okay. when it came time to drag you home with him, he had never been so nervous. taking care of people was the exact opposite of his strong suit, especially when they started crying at him.

he almost couldn't believe his ears when you said you liked him.

he'd dragged you home with an arm wrapped around your waist, his head feeling light as a feather. by all accounts, he should've been annoyed at having to look after you in your inebriated state, but he found himself smiling under his mask the whole way home – even when you almost threw up on him.

when you rested your head on his shoulder on the bathroom floor, he might've actually short-circuited. all thoughts except for you evacuated his mind, and a wonderfully warm feeling blossomed in his chest that made his stomach flutter like never before.

he came so close to spilling his guts to you, but then he remembered that you were drunk, and you most likely wouldn't remember it if he did. so he resigned himself to tucking you into bed with an uncharacteristically gentle touch.

the next day, sitting on that park bench with you, laughing with you like he'd wanted to for so long – it was everything to him. it sent his pulse through the roof, it was complicated, and it was so pleasantly warm.

the logical part of him knew that this would only end painfully for him, but found himself willing to risk that if it meant more of these moments with you.

but of course, he'd fucked it all up at the first opportunity. he'd screamed in your face and he had yet to even apologise for it – for any of it. he felt immeasurably guilty, but he was so scared he couldn't even force himself to be around you.

even price had yelled at him for how he'd treated you. you were traumatised, you had a very real phobia as a result of the house fire, and he felt like a fucking fool for not noticing. he swore to himself he'd make it up to you, he'd grovel at your feet for the rest of his life if he had to, and if you never forgave him he still wouldn't blame you.

he regretted it – of course he did. he let his fear consume him; the fear of you getting hurt, of losing you, and not being able to do anything to save you.

almost as soon as the words had passed his lips, he realised what he was doing, he heard himself. the anger in his voice, the fearful look in your eyes as they glistened with tears, it was everything he didn't want to be.

he felt just like his–

no. he refused to even entertain that thought. he'd never be… that. you deserved so, so much better than the broken husk of man that he was. no matter what he did, he would never deserve you; and it was selfish, but he still hoped that you could somehow forgive him.

it's only been a few days since you left on that assignment for laswell, but he's found that being alone in his house didn't bring him the same comfort it used to. the silence never bothered him before, in fact he greatly preferred it, but now it just felt empty. like there was something missing, leaving a hole in the space it used to occupy.

deep down, the rational part of simon knows that it's you, of course it is, but you wanted nothing to do with him right now. he knew he had to fix things, he would never get over the hollow feeling in his chest if he didn't. that's why he was currently standing at the edge of the runway in the middle of the night, watching the ramp of the helo lower to reveal you, gaz, and the captain.

you looked shattered, like you hadn't slept for days – which was probably true – and he was suddenly overcome with the urge to gather you into his arms and not let go. he wondered if the remnants of dried blood that were visible on your hands and face were yours.

he felt his heart rate pick up as you made your way closer to him, his icy stare softening when he sees how you drag your feet across the tarmac.

when you were close enough, he reached his hand out to grasp your arm, opening his mouth to speak, but he never makes contact.

you sidestep him, and he feels his heart break in his chest. any words he was planning on saying die on his tongue as he turns to watch you slip through the doors without a hint of acknowledgement to him.

price gives him a rough pat on the shoulder as he and gaz pass by. "fix it, simon." he murmurs, before disappearing through the doors as well, leaving him alone outside the building.

he will fix it – he'd do whatever it takes because simon doesn't just need you, he's come to the alarming conclusion that he loves you – he just has no idea how.

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[tomblythismyhusband]

i hate you [ billy the kid x fem!reader ]

[summary]: billy the kid x fem!cowgirl!reader | You had always hated Billy, ever since you joined the gang of cowboys. You had always assumed he hated you too until he makes a move you never would’ve expected.

[warnings]: 18+, smut, gun play, language, slight blood

[wc]: 2.5k

[note]: [ requests are open please feel free to request any kinda fic]

The low lit glow of the porch casted shadows on the face you couldn’t help but despise. Oh how you hated his smug grin, his brown curls, even his name sent a spike of annoyance up your spine.

“What ya want Billy?” You grumbled, lounging in an old wooden rocking chair. You even hated the way your mouth shaped to welcome the sound of his name.

The sound of cowboys laughing and drinking could be heard from inside the ranch house you were residing at. You were on the run with them, Jesse Evans as the leader.

You had taken a liking to Jesse, he made you feel safe. He would never betray you and you knew that. Trust was not something easy to come by, especially running with a group of outlaws.

Out of all the boys in the group everyone was sweet to you, like real gentlemen, except Billy. Not that you expected it from him, you weren’t the kind of girl who needed to be praised.

The problem with Billy is that he purposely went out of his way to make your life living hell. Stealing your rounds of bullets, giving you dirty looks, and always voicing snide remarks. You weren’t sure what his deal was or what you had done to deserve this.

Of course all his actions earned retaliation back from you. You didn’t shy away from speaking down to him and giving him cold glances in return. He didn’t get to disrespect you like that, you wouldn’t let him, no matter how attractive he was. Which was another thing you hated to admit. How gorgeous he was. His strong jaw, gleaming blue eyes and broad shoulders would be easily admirable if it weren’t for his shitty personality.

Billy strode closer to you, floorboards creaking under his steps. You knew he wanted to intimidate you. You were alone on the porch, the night sky glowing a faint blue. Things never ended well when the two of you were left together, usually one of you ends up injured and the other pissed.

Taking a sharp breath, you tried to calm your already stirring thoughts about snapping at him.

“Whatcha doin out here all alone?” He drawled, eyes glistening with mischief.

“Trying to avoid you, but that clearly ain’t workin.” You mumbled, placing your hand lightly over the gun at your side. You decided you had no time for his bullshit. Not tonight.

He let out a chuckle as he crossed his arms over his chest. “Now what could’ve I done now? I’ve said about 5 words to you.”

He leaned slightly closer. “And really? Reachin’ for your gun already? How mature.”

You felt his eyes peering down at you as you stared out to the night sky, trying to ignore his presence. You let out a deep sigh.

“Are you just here to piss me off or what?” You spat, sitting up now.

Billy threw his hands up, stepping back, an amused look still pulling at his lips . You wanted to slap that smug grin right off his pretty face.

“Woah there cowgirl.” He chuckled as he watched you stand up, shooting him a glare.

“I want to enjoy my evenin’ without you botherin’ me.” You said sharply. You didn’t want to spend a minute longer alone with him.

He gave another chuckle that instantly made your blood boil. “Fuckin’ insane how bitchy you are.”

You brushed off his comment as you angrily strode past him into the house, bumping against his shoulder. You ignored all the hoots and hollers from the guys - they were calling you to join their game of cards but you were uninterested.

You clomped up the wooden stairs, boots feeling heavy after a long day. All you wanted to do was relax and of course Billy had to ruin it all. You didn’t want to see him, hear his raspy voice, or feel his blue eyes on you.

When you got to your room you shut the door and started to pull off your boots. Might as well go to bed. You pulled out your hair from the neat side braid it originally was in, combing through it. You let out a puff of air. Finally your body was starting to relax, your muscles relieving from tension.

You tried to get Billy out of your head. ‘Stop letting him have so much power, he’s just a guy’ You thought to yourself as you sat down in the bed, feeling a bit sleepy.

You were about to lay down when all of a sudden your door swung open, a cowboy stepping inside before shutting the door behind him again. You blinked as rage started to seep in your nerves.

Billy.

Fed up with his shit you pounced up, slamming him against the door, gun drawn. Your arm was placed to his neck while your other hand gripped the handle of your revolver. “What the fuck is it now?” You growled, eyes darting to search his face for any sign of fear.

To your disappointment you found none, only amusement. He always thought everything was so fucking funny. Was this all just a game to him?

His eyes flicked down to your arm which was pressed firmly against his throat. “Sorry jus’ came to talk.” He murmured.

His arms stayed by his side which made you realize he wasn’t fighting back. Why the hell wasn’t he fighting back? If the roles were reversed and he were to do this to you would’ve fought back in an instant.

Your grip on your gun slightly loosened. “About what? I’ve clearly told you I ain’t in a mood for talkin’.”

His eyes met yours, causing conflicting feelings in your body. You could smell the faint stench of whiskey from his breath. Was he drunk? Is that why is came clamoring in here?

“I came to apologize for how I act towards ya.” He said calmly. His usual smug grin was replaced by a serious expression. “I don’t wanna fight anymore.”

You were taken back by his statement, your breath slowing. “What the hell do you mean you're sorry? You’ve been tormentin’ me ever since I joined this gang.”

His intense gaze never left your face. He looked as if he had something he was holding back.

“It’s because I hate you.”

You let out a scoff. “Well I fuckin’ hate you too, glad we have somethin’ in common.”

A smug grin pulled at his lips again. “I hate that all I can ever think about is you.”

All of a sudden your face flooded with heat. The way he had said that sentence was slow, thoughtful, seductive? You felt stunned.

He seemed to enjoy your embarrassment, staring at your eyes as you avoided his gaze.

You leaned in closer finally, your arm still firmly against his neck still as he stood pressed up against the wooden door.

“What are you talking about?” You said in a whisper. His breath tickled your nose. This was definitely the closest you had ever been to him. A part of you honestly enjoyed it.

You felt his hands grab your hips, pulling them flush against his own. You tried to ignore the gun at his side digging into your thigh. Heart thumping, you pushed down the feelings in your tummy as you stared up at him, breath ragged.

“I think you know what I’m talkin’ about. Your clever.” He said quietly.

He was right, you knew exactly what he meant.

“So what? You’ve been crushin’ on me?”

You feel swirly inside. Being this close to him, feeling his hands on you, you should be pushing him away but you aren’t. Why not?

“Trust me. I’ve tried to kill these feelings, doll.” He replied roughly. His fingers tightened their grip around your hips making you gasp. You had lowered your arm from his neck now.

“I thought you hated me.” You said again in disbelief. His smirk grew as he leaned in close to your ear. His breath warmed your cheek as you shuttered.

“I hate how badly I want you.” He whispered.

Your anger had melted away into a feeling you couldn’t understand. Why was he doing this now?

“Wha- Billy are you out of your fucking mind?” You whispered lowly. Pushing out the feelings of lust in your body you took your hand and pushed his head back against the door. He tilted his head, curls brushing over his forehead as he smirked.

“Fine. I’ll leave you be then. Just offerin’.”

You hated this. Hated how you didn’t want him to go. Hated how his words affected you.

He slid his hands off of your hips, giving you a nod. Panicked, you grabbed his hand. It was like your body was under his control.

“Wait Billy. Don’t go.” You whispered.

You hated him. Right? Then why did you feel like this? Why was your stomach fluttering, your breath short, your heart pumping so goddamn loud?

He looked at you, studying your face. “I would never force a woman to do anything she didn't want to do. I’m leaving.”

Did you want him? What was going on? You couldn’t think straight.

“Well what if I do want to?” You asked, a little harsher than you intended.

“Do you fight about every fuckin’ thing, doll?” He groaned, rolling his eyes.

Fed up and full of lust you grabbed his face, mashing your lips against his. It was like your body was moving and acting on its own, why were you kissing the man you’d despised?

Maybe you didn’t hate him as much as you thought.

He let out a surprised gasp into your mouth as he wrapped his arms around your hips, pulling you close to him again. Billy’s lips were soft, inviting, intoxicating.

“Mmmph- Fuck doll.” He mumbled into your lips. You felt his tongue slip into your mouth, deepening the kiss.

You dropped your gun, sending it clacking to the ground as your hands flew up to tangle themselves in his hair. Your eyes were squeezed shut as your mouth molded into his perfectly. Almost too perfectly. It felt as if his lips were made just for you to kiss.

Billy stuck out his knee, placing it between your thighs, digging into your now throbbing cunt. You let out a soft moan tilting your head back as his mouth traveled down your neck.

“Like that, doll?” He teased, his teeth grazing against the skin of your neck. You let out another soft moan as his knee grinded against your clit through the fabric of your clothes.

“I still hate you.” You breathed, though your body was obviously telling a different story.

Billy’s hands slid up your waist, hands under your shirt. You felt his rough hands squeezing and caressing your body as he kissed your neck. As much as you hated to admit it, you were in heaven. You hadn’t been touched like this in so long.

“I need more.” You sighed, as you rode his knee, it wasn’t enough to give you the mind shattering orgasm you so desperately wanted.

You felt Billy nip at your neck, his lips in a small smirk. “Someone’s needy.”

“Billy please.” You begged. You were finally giving in to him, all you wanted was his hands and lips all over you.

He smiled as he moved you backwards so you could walk over and flop down on the bed. You started to frantically undo the buttons of your shirt. Billy was doing the same, sliding his suspenders down his shoulders, pulling off his shirt.

You kept undressing till you were bare, and so was he. Billy’s cock stood erect making your heart beat faster and your thoughts swirl around with desire.

He was gorgeous.

Billy seemed to be looking at your own body, noticing each delicate curve, each scar and bruise.

“Wow doll, you’ve got to walk around naked more often.” He teased, climbing on top of you.

“Your funny.” You replied pulling him closer so his lips were against yours again. The sweet taste of whiskey from his mouth made you feel dizzy as he kissed you harder.

“I need you.” You mumbled into his mouth, tired of just kissing. You needed all of him. Desperately.

“Maybe I should just leave now… leave you a hot mess” He said as you kissed him. You bit his lip at this, making him grunt.

He pulled away from you, wiping his mouth, examining the tiny smear of blood that came from his bottom lip.

“That’s how you want it darlin’?”

He gave a low chuckle, still looking at the blood. He didn’t seem mad, only more turned on. You bit your lip staring up at him. He hooked his arms under your thighs unexpectedly, making you yelp.

With your bare pussy now on display to him he let out a low groan.

You let out muffled whimpers as he prodded his tip at the entrance, making your stomach twist and turn.

“I want to hear you beg.” He said, a smug grin on his face. You scoffed. He couldn’t be serious.

“Billy you-“ You whined before you got rudely cut off again.

“Beg for it cowgirl.” He said fiercely. You felt his hands squeeze your thighs. You wanted him so bad now, you were desperate at this point. So when mumbled begs fell off your lips he smirked in triumph at your submission. You were giddy with anticipation as Billy finally sunk into you.

You let out a soft gasp, as his cock filled your aching cunt. His size was bigger than you expected. You had always assumed he acted like an asshole because he was compensating for having a small dick. Clearly you were wrong.

He started to move in and out of you roughly, stretching you out. He definitely was not going easy on you.

Your hands gripped the sheets as the waves of pleasure coursed through your entire body. Each stroke moving you closer and closer to an orgasm.

“Mm- Fuck- Right there.” You moaned as he pounded into you.

Billy gently set down your legs, shifting your body so his mouth could reach your lips again as he continued to make deep thrusts into you.

“You feel so good.” Billy choked out, his mouth now nipping at your neck.

You felt the knot in your gut tighten and tighten, signaling that you were reaching your limit. Your hands flew up to grip his shoulders, which were already slick with sweat. He moved his cock in and out, hitting your g-spot perfectly. The feeling of his skin against yours was heavenly.

“Billy- I’m-“ You whimpered.

“I know sweetheart, I’m almost there, hold on.” He said gruffly as he thrusted against you even harder. Your body shook violently as pure pleasure pulsed through your nerves. The tightness in your gut melted away as you reached the edge.

Billy felt your cunt squeeze around him as you orgasmed, letting out a muffled cry.

“Oh- Fuck y/n.” Billy moaned. His thrusts became sloppy, his body hot as he pulled away. He came on your belly, creating a mess of warm milky substance.

You both laid there breathing heavily for a moment. Billy was still propped over you, placing his forehead against yours.

“Fuck doll..” He murmured. His eyes flicked around your face as you still laid there shaking and breathless.

Noticing how much you were shaken up Billy’s lips spread into a smirk.

“Well this is one way of shutting you up.” He teased.

He leaned down to kiss you as you mumbled “I Hate you still.” Against his lips.

He pulled back, a smug grin on his face.

“I’ll let you hate me as much as you want darlin’ if this is what it gets me in the end.”

[mellifiedprincess]

someone requested more short!reader, so i wrote this with that in mind. i will be writing something that goes into a bit more detail about the reader being a short queen. anyway, hope you like it!

Ethan Landry x Short!Reader

Always Lurking and Stalking

When you and Ethan started dating he was always keeping a close eye on you. Not to say he didn’t before, because he certainly did. He just hated the fact that your friends didn’t really pay much mind to you when they went out. Always leaving you to fend for yourself. And while you didn’t like for people to think you were completely helpless, it still felt nice to have someone care for you so much.

And Ethan just felt like he needed to protect you from everything and everyone.

You were all currently at another frat party, hosted by none other than date rape Frankie. You were sitting with Mindy on the couch, very much tipsy, Anika and Tara dancing away under the pretty flashing lights, and Chad was trying to talk Ethan into doing shots with him.

Ethan, of course, kept declining. It was an unspoken rule he had made up when you two started dating. If you were out with them, he wasn’t drinking. He wanted to make sure you had someone looking out for you at all times, and while he loved his friends, he did not trust them.

“I want another drink!” Your sudden outburst barely even registered in Mindys ears, she was watching Anika with a big grin on her face, paying you no mind at all.

You get up, leaving Mindy to stare at her girlfriend, and make your way to the kitchen.

Ethan watching you closely, immediately taking notice of the drunken sway of your figure. “Y/N! Where are you going, baby?” You turn when you hear Ethan call out for you, and point to the kitchen. You smile sweetly, before Ethan gives you thumbs up and turns back to Chad.

“Dude, for the last time, I don’t want to do shots with you.” He pushes Chads hand away, glancing past his shoulder trying to keep his focus on you.

“You’re no fun anymore. I’m sure Y/N’s fine, man.” That earns an annoyed eye roll from Ethan. “Yeah, well you wouldn’t know because you never look out for her. You and everyone else are always too busy getting shitfaced.”

“What? No way! I’m always lurking and stalking when you least expect it.” Chad slaps a fist to his own chest, trying to solidify his words. Ethan only rolls his eyes again. Because he knew, and Chad knew, that Chad was full of shit.

Ethan couldn’t even count the amount of times he’s found you by yourself, completely wasted and barely functional, at these parties. And it made him angrier and angrier every time.

There were even a few times where the group just left the party without you. Forgetting you were even with them because of how drunk they all were. Of course, Ethan was never with them at those times. So, when you would call him and tell him what happened, he would drop whatever the was doing, even if he was sound asleep, and go get you.

He knew you weren’t totally incapable, but you weren’t exactly the tallest, or strongest girl either.

He just loved you too much to see something happen to you, because no one was paying any attention.

And he’s glad too, because when he hears you shout his name from the kitchen, he wastes no time, slightly pushing Chad out of the way, trying to get to you. He could hear the panic in your voice as soon as you scream for him, and it makes him want to throw up.

As soon as he makes it into the kitchen, his eyes find you instantly. You were pushed against a counter, some guy gripping your wrist tightly, trying to pull you out of the room. “Ethan! Help me!” Your eyes lock with his, and he can see how terrified you are, as you blink back tears.

“Hey! Get your fucking hands off of her!” The guy turns around eyeing Ethan up and down. At first glance, he doesn’t seem that intimidating, but that’s because no one, except you, knew what was hiding underneath the long sleeve shirt he was wearing. “We’re busy dude, fuck off.”

Ethan’s never been one for violence, but right now he wanted nothing more than to take one of the kitchen knives, that seems to be staring into his soul, and slit this guys throat. Instead, he rips the guys hand from you, and gently pushes you to stand behind him. You clutch onto his shirt, still scared out of your mind, and Ethan reaches his hand back to take yours.

“Touch her again, and I will fucking kill you.” The calmness in Ethan’s voice was more than threatening enough, but this guy just wouldn’t back off. “Whatever, she was asking for it dude.”

You didn’t even register what the guy said in the moment, but you felt Ethan tense up before putting all of his weight into the punch he threw at the guy. The crunching sound itself was horrifying, but glancing around Ethan, you were met with the sight of blood oozing from his nose.

You shouldn’t have giggled, but you couldn’t help it. “You should have listened when I told you my boyfriend would kick your ass.”

For a second Ethan forgot you were even still there, too focused on the idiot in front of him, who was now walking away, crying. He turns around to face you now, hands cupping your face with concern. “Are you okay, baby? Did he hurt you?” You only smile up at him, “I’m so okay, now! That was so hot, E!”

Ethan blows out a huff, relieved you’re okay, but still very much angry about the whole situation. He pushes your head to his chest, leaving his hand to cradle it, trying to calm himself down. “I’m glad you’re okay.” He whispers more to himself than you, of course you still hear it and squeeze him even tighter. “You wouldn’t let anything happen to me, I know it.”

Ethan’s lips find the crown of your head and places a sweet kiss there. You lift your face up, chin resting on his chest, and you can still see how worried he is.

“I’m okay, E.” You try to reassure him, only getting a small nod in return. His eyes aren’t meeting yours and you already know what’s bothering him.

“Ethan, look at me.” You feel much more sober now, as you take his chin in your hand and pull his face down to meet your eyes. “It’s not your fault. You were watching me the whole time, so stop blaming yourself for something you couldn’t control.” “If i would have just came with you-“

“But you didn’t because you respect me enough to let me have my space.” He knew you were right, he just couldn’t let that feeling go. The one where he was scared out of his mind when he heard you scream for him.

“I just never want to hear you scared like that again.” You smile softly at that, standing on your tiptoes to place a kiss to his lips. “Well, I know I have you to protect me if something like that ever happens again. Nothing to be scared of now.”

Ethan feels a lot calmer, something only you’re able to do.

“There you are, E! Man you have got to try this drink some guy just handed to me. It literally tastes like rainbows.”. You watch Ethan roll his eyes, no telling how many times he’s already done that tonight, because Chad was totally sloshed.

“How about we all go home? I think you’ve had enough rainbows for tonight.” As Ethan moves to push Chad out of the kitchen, Chad stops and looks at you. “Holy shit, how long have you been standing there Y/N/N? You should totally try this drink.”

“Oh my god, Chad! Shut up and move.” Ethan pushes him forward again, and reaches out for your hand, which you gladly take. “We need new friends, baby.” You giggle at his comment and shake your head.

“They may not know how to ‘read the room’ but they’re good friends, ya know when they’re not completely wasted.” Ethan only pulls you closer to his body.

“You give them too much credit, sweetheart. Always looking for the best in people.”

There’s a comfortable silence after that, seeing most of the group gathered at the door, you make your way over to them. “Where’s Chad? He was literally in front of us the whole time.” Tara only points behind you two, making you quickly snap your head around.

“Jesus christ.” “What the fuck?” You laugh out.

“Where did he get a turtle from?”

“Chad! Put the turtle down, and get your ass over here.”

[anangelinthepit]

Bruise my Bones but Leave my Heart Alone

Hello my angels please enjoy part 4. This chapter was a little long so I apologize for the ending. Personally it made me laugh a little. Special thanks to my bestie @reyadawn for helping me with the fun part 🥵 of writing this story. Love you ❤️❤️❤️❤️ here comes the warning this story had very sensitive topics and ain’t meant for all audience. Please be advised ‼️ domestic abuse, small amount of sexual tension, swearing, and etc.

As always with love -Magenta 🌹

Part 4

Noah picked me up once again and threw me over his shoulder, I wasn’t able to fight back anymore because I was so exhausted. The number of times I’ve been tossed, hit, and have been talked to like I was dirt finally put me at my breaking point.

He opened the door and brought me into the sleeping area. Everyone was on high alert since I decided to make a great escape, the one thing that got me was how Jolly and Nick were standing behind him. They looked like tiny security guards next to this giant aggressive ass man, who clearly can’t handle a 5’5 girl. I couldn’t help but smirk and giggle to myself.

“Something you want to share with the rest of us Ms Y/N?” Nick asked

“No Mr Nicholas,” I said mockingly while rolling my eyes.

“I don’t think you understand what that little stunt you pulled almost cost us,” Noah said digging in a bag

“I didn’t fucking pull anything. I could barely tell her what was going on due to the fact I don’t have a signal here” I protested

“Y/N, the lying is gonna stop here. I need you to understand that this isn’t a game for any of us. Not to mention, we heard the whole damn conversation you were having. Sounds like to me you got pretty good service.” Nick claimed

“Again, lying is only going to make this worse for you,” Noah said, still digging through his duffel bag

“You know the fucking passive agreese attitudes you guys keep giving me is pissing me off. Can you fucking assholes stick to one attitude?”

“Passive aggressive? We are trying to be nice to you, but to be honest, you are making ng this very difficult. That phone stunt almost made us take things into extreme measures. Shit like that will not happen again” Jolly said, glaring at me.

“Well, it’s not like I can do anything else considering someone just smashed my phone into a billion pieces,” I said crossing my arms

Noah completely ignored the fact that he went from 0-100 within seconds. Smashing my phone was a bit overboard and I wish he would realize that.

“What are you even looking for anyway?” I said starting to become annoyed

Completely disregarding what I just asked Noah kept digging through his duffel bag and under his bed. While he was moving about I got to see all his beautiful artwork that trialed his body. Knowing he picked me up and my cleavage was against his skin made me feel dangerous. I know he felt it too because when he put me down guess where his eyes went. I know I’m a pretty girl and he keeps calling me HIS. I started to wonder how far I could take this whole thing. He already thinks I’m his, if I play the game I could earn his trust and then drop him like a hot piece of the tin, once they let me go. My heart started fluttering when I noticed he was still sweating. The way the sweat made his tattoos shine, bringing out the color in them this man was a work of art. I would be lying if I said I didn’t find this man attractive. I actually found all of them very attractive.

”holy fuck this man is beautiful.” I thought to myself

Liquid heat pooled around my clit through the thin cotton panties I wore. I haven’t had sex or made love that felt good in such a long time. Especially since Jason ruined sex for me altogether. As I stand here looking at this man that god brought in my path I wonder if the pleasure he would give me would satisfy this feeling I’m having. Laying me down on the bed as he looks into my eyes and caresses my face in his strong hands. Then passionately kisses me with those sweet as-honey lips.

“HEY SNAP THE FUCK OUT OF IT Y/N you will NOT fall in love with the guy who kidnapped you.”

I shook my head trying to clear my thoughts, this is no time to think of sex with a handsome man. “I need to get the hell out here”.

I looked to my left and saw the door was wide open leading into the front lounge that is empty. I could make a quick run for it and hit the woods, I saw the highway into far I good hitch hike easy.

When turned I back around to Noah I saw that he had pulled a black rope out of the duffel bag. My eyes popped out of my head with flight instincts kicking in.

“Fuck that,” I said

I pushed Noah into Jolly and Nick as hard as I could, watching them fall into each other gave me enough time to start running. I ran into the front lounge where Folio appeared out of nowhere. He tried to grab me but I was able to push him down with sheer adrenaline. I made my way to the front door and busted out of the tour bus. I tripped on the one step making me land on the gravel knees first. I knew my legs were bleeding, but that didn't stop me from making my great escape.

“I’m free,” I said with tears streaming down my face. The air was cool and felt amazing hitting my face.

I knew it was only a matter of time before they all got up and came after me so I booked it into the woods. I kept tripping over tree branches and stumps, the only running through my mind was finding the fucking road. I swear I saw it over this way when we came into the venue. I saw some lights and ran towards them, only to be met with more fucking your busses.

“Fuck it, it’s not like they’re all in on it,” I said

I ran up to this one bus that looked like a house on wheels and began banging on the door.

“Please can someone help me!” I said with tears streaming down my face and pounding on the door.

A tall man with long black hair opened the door with an extended annoyed look on his. Annoyance turned to concern within seconds, I didn’t know what I looked like but judging by his face I must have looked like hell

“Sir I’m sorry but I need your help. These guys snatched me and they injured my boyfriend. I need the police here immediately! please! ” I said in a scramble between deep breaths and sobs.

“Woah take it easy young lady, we’ll help you but first come inside it’s starting to rain.” He said guiding my hand into their bus

When I walked in I was met by 7 other scary ass looking men. I should have taken my chances with a stranger on the road. These guys were creepy as fuck.

They all shared an equally concerned and confused face. I wanted to look in a mirror to see how bad I looked because they all made it seem like I was a fucking ghost. I sat down on the couch while the guy who helped me was on the phone. It didn’t sound like the police but then again I was listening because it dawned on me whose bus I was on.

Motionless in Fucking white…

“Do you need any medical treatment?” Chris asked looking at his phone

“No, I’m alright just shook up.”

“You said you were kidnapped. Are you gonna be able to give? A visual of who tried doing this? The police are gonna ask.” Ricky said chiming in while lighting his cigarette.

The smell of that started to give me flashbacks and I almost passed out.

“Yes. Though I’m not sure if they’re still here or not. It was some bullshit underground band.” I said holding my head trying to catch my self from falling forward

“Bullshit underground band, huh?” Angelo said, raising his brow and laughing

“Listen I know it sounds crazy but theese guys snatched and possibly killed my my fucking boyfriend,” I said with my face in my hands.

Jesus and I dreaming because it even sounds crazy when I say it.

“well you can relax now. The police are on the way,” Chris said

There is an awkward silence that needs to be broken. I was wondering how all of them were so calm while I was telling them what happened. It’s almost like this is something they hear every day. My stomach started to turn and some red flags were rising in my head. I wanted to get away from them and also clean my face off from all the sweat and makeup, so going to the bathroom was the best excuse right now.

“Thank you, is it okay if I use your guy's restroom I need to wash my face off?”

“By all means. Right down the narrow hallway, pass the sleeping quarters.” Chris said

I got up and made my way back in the direction Chris said to go. I noticed he was right before me, and it wasn't until he bumped into me when I realized how close he was. That made me nervous but I wasn't judging. I was a young girl with bizarre

When I got to the mini hallway, it was pitch black, but I could still make out a silhouette sitting on a chair.

“Nope.” I said while turning around to make a run for it. Chris had other plans for me, though, shoving me to the ground and flicking on the lights

“You know for such a beautiful young lady, you don’t make the brightest decisions,” Noah said as he got up from the chair and started walking towards me with rope in hand.

“Thanks for helping out man, this one right here is a fighter,” Noah said nodding to Chris

“No problem man, she’s got a kick to her,” Chris said laughing

“Are you fucking kidding me,” I said with tears rolling down my face.

“What can I say? I got connections, my love.” Noah said smirking

In a quick movement, Nah tossed Chris some of the rope, and he began tying it around my legs while joag got my wrist. I tried to fight them off, but I was broke down to complete exhaustion. I couldn't hide it anymore. It was written all over my face and body.

“What's wrong beautiful? Too tired to fight? You can rest once we get to the bus baby.” Noah said

This guy is fucking psycho. How can you be evil at one point and then nurturing the next? He picked me up bridal stop and carded me out. The cool rain began to hit my face, I gave up because no matter what I did they were determined to keep me here with them.

I think I fell asleep because I woke up to the cool air and sunlight hitting my face. I guess Noah’s arms did bring me comfort in some way. Still wearing the same outfit I wore yesterday I realized I seriously needed to shower. Trying to get up I remembered my arms and legs were tied so that wasn’t happening. I rolled over and fell off the damn bed, I’m gonna have so many bruises these next couple of days.

“Morning beautiful, good to see you’re up and ready to start our day. Noah said rubbing his face and getting out of the same bunk I was in.

I said nothing because I just fell off a bed that was two bunks high. Kind of knocked the wind out of me. Noah helped me get up and walked me into the front part of the bus where everyone was waiting.

They all greeted me with smiles and food.

“There’s our girl. Good morning Bunny” Folio said

I put my hands on all of them last night, yet they still greet me with smiles. Am I the problem here? No, no fucking way they are playing last night off.

They all greeted me with smiles and the pet names I was given without my knowledge. Bunny, princess, babydoll, and angel. Cheesy ass names for a cheesy ass band

As annoyed as I was, this morning was actually kind of pleasant. They're still assholds but it was kind of cute seeing them like this in the morning. I went to go move my hands, but once again, I had a reminder that I'm a prisoner and have rope around my hands and feet. Noah sat me down, and Jolly finally untied me. Bruises were already forming on my wrist, Jolly noticed too and rubbed them gently after placing a bowl of fruit in front of me

“Thank you,” I said with a weak smile. I can’t fight them I’m gonna have to join them and just “be good”. Like I said know how to be obedient. It was just nice to be rebellious while it lasted. Imagine if you pulled this shit with Jason, he would have killed you.

“You’re welcome, angel.” He smiled

I began eating but it was hard because my lips and face were so bruised. I could only imagine what I looked like and I became a little embarrassed.

“I feel like now is a better time to talk since we are all calm,” Nick said

“I agree,” Folio said while stuffing a pancake in his mouth.

“Well let's start with the fact that we all had a talk about last night and decided to still let you go out of the bus. Under one condition, one of us has to be with you at all times. If one of us can't be, then you will have to be here on the tour bus and wait.” Noah said

I shook my head in agreement. I think he's the one running the show, so negotiating with him is obviously not the way to go. I could probably try with the others, but this one is gonna be a tough nut to smash.

“Next thing is we are heading back over to the West Coast in two days. You’ll be coming with us. To live with us. Noah said looking at me.

Again all I could do was shake my head in agreement. Talking was painful, eating was painful, and thinking was just too exhausting.

“I know it sounds scary but you'll have everything you need plus some. If we miss anything all you have to do is ask.” Nick said

Me wanting to go home was clearly not an option at this point, so I hope a shower is

“Is there any way I could take a shower? I’m extremely sweaty and I know my makeup is all over my face.” I said

“By all means love. We’re going to a hotel tonight so you’ll be able to take one.” Noah said

We finished up our breakfast and the band started to get ready to perform their last show for this tour. I asked if I could just stay on the bus because I was so exhausted from these last two days. Jolly stayed behind while everyone went to go set up. Something about being a nest freak, he said.

I walked out of the bunk area and was met with such a sweet and peaceful man.

“Hi Jolly,” I said with a weak wave

“Hello, my lilla ängel. Are you okay?”

“Yes I’m okay but I have to ask you something,” I said

Jolly sighed and stopped cleaning. I looked up at me with tired eyes. He probably thought I was going to beg him to let me go, but that wasn't the case. Many things have happened that still don't make sense.

“My friend Delilah. I did tell her everything last night and she never showed up? Did…. Did you guys hurt her?” I said with tears filling up my eyes

“Oh no ängel we didn’t I promise. Noah will kill me for telling you this but we had Jason's old phone and texted them making some excuse.” He said comforting me.

I felt a little better knowing that she was alive but also hurt because she never came for me. Why? Was Jolly just telling me this out of comfort?

Jolly must have felt bad because he pulled me in for a big hug, I was surprised but I’m willing to fall for any type of affection at this point. I looked up at him and he lightly ran his thumb over my lips. Reminding me I still have a busted-up mouth.

“You are too beautiful to be crying, you know that? I’m so sorry you’ve been through so much these last few weeks. I promise we will try to make things better from here on out.” he said while putting his chin on the top of my head

I didn’t say anything, I just wanted to be held. I went from one person having control over my life to an entire group of random ass guys. What the actual fuck.

“I have to go now, someone will be back to check on you. Okay?” I just shook my head and sat down.

There was plenty of food left from breakfast so I ate something else. One pancake and a bowl of fruit did NOT sit well with my stomach, so I laid down and watched Netflix. 3 hours went by, and Noah came to check on me.

“Hey beautiful, you doing okay?” He said grabbing a towel and cleaning his face.

“Yes, I’m alright. just tired.” I said while watching the TV

“I bet. we got a long week ahead of us.” He said walking over towards me

“Am I really going to California,” I said looking up from the TV screen.

Noah looked at me and shook his head.

“I promise Y/N. You’re gonna love it. We’re not far from the beach. The beautiful Cali sunset shining on that pretty face of yours. A change of scenery will do you some good. I promise ” Noah said smiling

I gave a weak smile back. I accepted my circumstances but kissing the East Coast goodbye is terrifying. I’ve been here my whole life, am I ready to leave this place? Well, I guess I don’t exactly have a choice.

“Is there anything I can do for you? I know it sucks being cooped up in here. Maybe, you could come out and get some fresh air?” Noah said kneeling in front of me.

I wanted to but again I haven’t looked in a mirror and genuinely don’t know what I look like. If my face is as battered as it feels then my ass isn’t going anywhere for a while.

“Y/N?”

Noah’s nurturing voice pulled me from my thoughts.

“You don’t have to be scared anymore. This cat-and-mouse game is over and no one will ever hurt you again. We’re gonna protect you. I promise.” Noah said grabbing my hand.

“I’m sorry I just have something on my mind,” I said looking down

“You can talk to me,” Noah said looking into my eyes

“I just want to say I’m sorry for hitting you guys and hurting you,” I said while looking down

Noah hugged me and kissed my forehead. He smelled like heaven even though he was outside sweating. His arms held me so tight I didn’t want to let go. I’m falling for him, I can feel it. He may be an assholes, but something about him is pulling me in. I started to wonder if I was going to try and escape again tonight. Noah's phone rang, and he pulled his lips away from me. The cold that brushed over my face was enough to make me want to latch onto him forever.

“Okay I'm coming. I gotta go beautiful. We’ll all be back tonight and head towards the hotel so you can finally get a shower and some rest. Okay?”

I shook my head in agreement and with the slamming of the bus door, I was by myself. I guess I should consider myself lucky. Most people who witness murder end up dead along with the other victim. These guys are keeping me captive but also treating me with care.

I drifted into sleep once more and began a dream that slowly turned into a nightmare.

I was back at home with Jason and we were sitting on the couch. I could smell his cigarette burning, this scent caused my stomach to turn because every time he was smoking he was beating on me.

“You thought one slit to the throat was gonna keep me away from you,” Jason said while looking at the tv

“Jason I-“

“You thought wrong. I’m back baby and I’m coming for you. Those pussy ass boys can’t protect you forever. I’ll make sure of it.”

Jason stood up and I could see where Noah slit his throat. He charged towards me and that was the end of my dream. I shot up out of sleep gasping and sweating, Nick ran to my side comforting me.

“It’s okay. It's okay. It was just a dream Y/N..” he said trying to calm me down

“Where’s Noah? And his the hell did I end up on a bed!” I asked in between gasp

“Well we got to the hotel and you were fast asleep, we didn’t want to wake you. I told Noah I would stay behind while they went out to bring food back, so I carried you up here. I know you wanted to shower and haven’t got much sleep so I got you up to a room ASAP.” Nick looked so shy telling me all of this. I felt bad because he had to carry my heavy ass

“Oh. Well, thank you so much,” I said, grabbing his hand.

“You’re welcome.” He said, smiling

Nick pulls his hand away nervously. Did I make him uncomfortable?

“Well let's get you into that shower, yeah? I think you'll feel a little better afterward.

He dug through a bag and handed me sweatpants and a very long T-shirt. These are either Jolly’s or Noah’s because that shirt is a freaking dress. It made me giggle.

I walked into the bathroom to take a shower while Nick waited outside. I was only able to shut it a little, “Noah’s rule” Nick stated. It's not like there were any windows I could escape out of. I didn't protest this time. My shower was the only thing on my mind. I sat my clothes on the counter and turned on the hot water. When I took my shirt off, I was horrified at what I saw.

“Oh my god,” I said

When I looked in the mirror, I could see all the bruises and marks that were left on me.

“Oh my god,” I said with a shaky voice. I could feel my legs about ready to give out. I was such a pretty girl what the actual fuck did I let this guy do to me?

“Y/N? Are you okay?” Nick asked in a concerned voice

I dropped to my knees and it all came out. I never realized how much shit my body went through until I saw all the scars. Cigarette burns, knife cuts, ring scratches. I let that man put me through pure hell because I thought that was love. I threw my brush and screamed.

Nick busted through the door and was horrified at the state I was in. Laying on the floor crying my eyes out he picked me up and held me close to him.

“Why did I let him do this to me? Look at my body!” I said showing Nick.

He either couldn’t say anything or didn’t know what to say. Holding me was the best he could, which was more than enough. I cried and screamed into his chest, Who's gonna want me when I look like this? Jason knew what he was doing to me.

“ I fucking hate what he did to me, Nick,” I said crying into his chest

“I know I'm so sorry Y/N,” he said, holding me tightly.

After comforting me for almost 6 minutes, We both realized I was naked. Nick jerked up and faced away from me. My god, I can’t believe I just fell into him like that.

“Un there’s soap in the bathroom, it’s guy soap, but it’ll do till we can get you your stuff,” Nick said, scratching his head

“Th- thank you,” I said, embarrassed, and covered my breast.

“I’m gonna go ahead and shut this door. We can break the rules together just this once.” Nick chuckled.

Nick closed the door and I finally got to take a shower. Feeling all the dirt fall off of me was amazing, I might smell like them, but at least I’ll be clean.

Nick’s POV

“Noah is gonna fucking kill me for hugging his girl while she was naked”

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I love you all ❤️

@reyadawn @thisbicc @dreamstyles @hurricanesfollowyou @bloodylullaby @fadingintothegrey

[jinhyun]

—drunk words.

pairing: hwang hyunjin x reader

genre: fluff, slight angst, college au, dance major hyunjin, art major reader, it's complicated kinda relationship

word count: 8.8k (my apologies once again)

summary: there is a saying about drunk words being sober thoughts. tonight, you really wish that applies to hyunjin.

warnings: drinkingggg (alcohol lol), cursing, one mention of throwing up (no one actually throws up), sexual comments as usual, MINORS DNI!!!!

a/n: so... i can't write anything short for shit when it comes to watercolor apparently 💀 but i've been away for a good while so let me just be self indulgent for my return lmao. anywayyy, this is part 46 of watercolor, i hope you guys enjoy and please, please, pleaaaaase let me know your thoughts and come gossip with me about it, i've missed doing that :')

Hyunjin was not happy.

Although his eyes had lightened up at the sight of you the moment he spotted you in between the crowd, it did not take a genius to notice he was not his happiest right then.

And how could he? You had been gone for nearly two hours now with no other than the guy you used to have a friends with benefits dynamics going on with. Granted, Changbin was one of his best friends and he trusted him, but that did not mean he would jump up and down with excitement every time the two of you made plans together, much less if said plans involved the two of you alone, without him.

So, it was fair to say, seeing the two of you arrive together at the bar, although he had seen it coming, did only add fuel to the fire that had been growing inside him that night.

"What took you two so long?" Chan asked, and Hyunjin could only internally thank him for saving him from having to ask you that question himself.

"We just got a bit caught up" Changbin admitted, taking a seat on the empty spot in between Lix and Minho.

"Doing what?" Hyunjin couldn't stop himself from bitterly asking, eyes focused on the drink he was currently swirling in his hand.

"Talking" you answered the obvious, catching his attention as you sat beside him on the booth.

And maybe, just maybe, the way you had leaned slightly in against his body and your arm had wrapped around his bicep, the next second taking it one step further by intertwining your fingers with his very receptive ones, was enough to make him feel at ease.

"So?" your eyes moved back to your friends, not without first having given Hyunjin's hand a reassuring squeeze. "What did we miss?"

"Not much," Minho shrugged, taking a sip of his beer. "Just lots of drinking".

"That's it?" you laughed.

"Yeah, we played truth or dare for a while, so you guys missed out on some pretty spicy stuff" Han filled you in with a playful smirk.

"Oh, and Felix hyung got a girl's number" Jeongin informed with a proud yet teasing smile.

"No way!" you excitedly covered your mouth with your free hand.

"Yah, don't make it sound like an impossible occurrence now" Felix whined, earning laughs from all of you. "She just came up to me and, well…"

"Are you calling her?" Bin moved his eyebrows up and down in a teasing manner.

Felix shrugged, a small smile curving up his mouth as he stared into his cup. "Maybe…"

You and Chaeryeong squealed in excitement, not missing another second to start talking Felix into it and managing to get everyone else involved in the conversation, as everyone seemed to have a say on whether Lix should hit the stranger up or not.

Everyone but Hyunjin, you couldn't help but realise.

While all your friends went on and on about their different points, he remained quiet next to you, only listening to what they all had to say, if even that, since he looked more spaced out than anything — his mouth opening every now and then only to take a sip of his drink, as words seemed to be something he refused to let out of it.

"I'm sorry I took too long with Changbin…" you apologised when you guessed what must've been going through his head, speaking low enough for only Hyunjin to hear.

He shrugged, not finding it in him to look up at you. "You wouldn't answer my texts".

A small sigh escaped your lips. "My phone was in my bag, I wasn't paying attention to it. I should've known you'd try to contact me and keep it next to me, I'm sorry".

Hyunjin nodded, yet as expected said nothing.

Biting on your bottom lip, you reached your hand up to cup his cheek and make him look at you. When he didn't protest and his face was now only a couple of centimeters from yours, you pressed a gentle kiss to the tip of his nose.

"I'm really sorry, Jinnie" you apologised once more, this time looking into his already softening eyes. "I promise nothing happened, we were just talking while having dinner and got a bit too caught up in the conversation. It won't happen again, hm?"

You could tell he was not entirely convinced yet, but the small nod and the weak smile he gave you was enough for you to start smothering him with kisses all over his face.

You managed to get a giggle out of him right as your eager lips had been pressed under his chin and reached down to his neck, being stopped by his hand cupping your cheek and guiding you back up, right onto his lips.

It didn't take you long to react and wrap an arm around his shoulders, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss by simply touching his bottom lip with your tongue — that being all he needed to gently pull at your hair and have you tilt your head back, so he could slide his tongue into your mouth and softly meet yours.

"You guys go get a room" Seungmin's disgusted voice had you two faintly pulling away.

"Leave them, they're cute" Cherry pouted.

He shrugged, nonchalantly bringing his cup up to his lips. "We're cuter".

"Ew, and you have the audacity to tease us?" Hyunjin called him out, smoothly resting his arm around your shoulders and letting his hand fall loosely over your chest.

"At least they're not sucking faces right in front of us" Han joined in.

"Not today, maybe" Lix mumbled, earning a glare from Seungmin.

"In Y/N's defense, she hardly ever makes out with Hyunjin hyung in public" Jeongin took your side.

"Oh no, I've seen them" Minho shut his argument down immediately.

"Can we all just agree that both couples are disgusting?" Chan proposed, getting instant affirmation from everyone but the couples in question.

"You guys are just mad that you don't get smooched every day" Chaeryeong childishly stuck her tongue out.

"Then can Y/N go smooch Hwang somewhere else since they get to do it everyday anyway?" Minho asked with a cynical smile.

"Nope," you mirrored his feigned cheerfulness, leaning into Hyunjin's chest as your hand went up to intertwine with his. "I'm asking for forgiveness here".

"Go ask for your boyfriend's forgiveness in his bedroom then" Changbin taunted.

Hearing everyone laugh, you played off the burning feeling in your cheeks with a roll of eyes. "He's not my boyfriend".

The whole table erupted in laughter once more, as they called you out on not believing shit of what had just came out of your mouth.

Everyone knew you were joking, for the lack of label in your relationship did not make any difference when it came to the way the two of you acted around each other — and that was, like an actual, established couple.

But although everyone laughed, not everyone was amused.

So you knew the moment Hyunjin's hold on your hand loosened up and his body tensed up against yours.

You weren't sure why, but suddenly it felt like you had just managed to beat an obstacle only to stumble with another one.

-—-—-—-—-—-—-♡

A part of you wanted to believe you were overthinking. The part of you that would always overthink everything and come up with scenarios that would only make you anxious wanted to believe you were doing just that now. The sight of Hyunjin right next to you, however, told you otherwise.

You had physically felt his mood drop the moment you said he was not your boyfriend. You had felt his hand loosen up its hold on yours.

He had carried on with the conversation all of you were having like nothing had happened, laughing and joking around just like he would always do, but you could feel him distant from you. And now that some of them were at the bar and some others at the dance floor, leaving the two of you oh-so-conveniently alone at the table, not a word had been spoken.

He was avoiding eye contact. He was avoiding your touch. Playing the lack of them off by drinking and staring into the dance floor like it was the most interesting sight ever.

You were not making all of that up, you were sure.

What you couldn't fully grasp your mind around was the reason for the sudden drop in his mood. You were not lying. In fact, you were sure you two had joked around like that before and everything had been just fine. Or maybe you had been too blind to realise it had bothered him all along.

Whatever it was about your remark that had managed to touch a nerve of his this time around, you needed to find out so you could make it better.

"Are you mad at me?" you asked, leaning closer to him so you could be soft-spoken and still be heard.

"Why would I be mad?" he answered dryly as ever, no eye contact at all.

You felt your heart sink.

"Was it something I said?" you carefully asked once more.

His unamused eyes —finally— fixed on you. "You know what you said".

"I don't get why you're mad about it, though?" you mumbled, unable to find the right words. "We're not official yet…"

"I know that, Y/N," he snapped. "Trust me, I know we're not official, it's not that I'm mad about".

"Then?" you pushed it.

"Why did you have to go and remind Changbin hyung about it?"

Your eyebrows furrowed in genuine confusion. "I wasn't reminding him… if anything, he knows already".

"Yes, but it's just," he sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair out of frustration. "It's the entire situation, Y/N. Like, you went to our place and stayed there with him alone—"

"I went to see you and you weren't there" you corrected him.

"But you decided to stay there with him when I asked you to come here and even offered to go get you. And then you went out to eat with him, wouldn't reply to my texts, got here way later than expected, and then proceeded to tell him I'm not your boyfriend?" he recriminated, and it finally hit you how wrong it had looked in his eyes and how upsetting the whole thing was.

Your heart sunk once more, this time over knowing you had hurt the person you loved the most, even if you had not meant it.

"Hyunjin…"

"Can you try and understand how fucking shitty that felt?"

"I know, and I'm s—"

"Like, how would you feel if I told Yerim you're not my girlfriend right in front of you".

You stayed still, that name alone being enough to feel like a bucket of ice cold water had been poured over you.

"What does she have to do with this?"

"Nothing, it's just an example".

"Why is she the first example to come to mind, then?"

"She just is," he blurted out, growing more frustrated by the second.

"So you still think about her?"

"No! That's not—it's just the closest to your situationship with Changbin".

"There is no 'situationship' between me and Changbin" you made it clear. "We're friends".

"With benefits" he bitterly remarked.

"We were friends with benefits" you corrected. "That ended as soon as you kissed me. We're friends now. Just friends. And he's one of your best friends too, we would never deliberately do anything to hurt you. It's very different to you and Yerim".

"Right, it is very different" he agreed. "Because I never actually got to fuck her".

"And you regret not doing it?" both your words and the venom they held caught him off guard.

"What?"

"The way you said it made it sound like you would've liked to actually get to fuck her" you couldn't help the small crack in your voice and the annoying gloss in your eyes. "Because if that's the case then be my guest".

"No," Hyunjin shook his head accusingly. "No, you don't get to turn this around and get all defensive and jealous, this isn't about her".

"Well, you just made it about her, Hyunjin" you backed slightly away. "And I do get to be jealous of the girl you wanted to get with so bad that you didn't want her to see you with me".

"It was once, Y/N" he pointed out. "I pushed you away once because of her and then I chose you over her every single time".

You remained quiet, staring at the table as you were unable to look him in the eye right then and let him see the tears that you were hardly holding back.

"Baby," he called you, leaning in to try and make you look at him but with no success whatsoever. "I don't regret not getting with her. Anything I ever wanted with her was gone the moment I kissed you, too. I don't want her, I only want you…"

You said nothing.

"Y/N…" he softly called you once more.

You nodded in response, still not looking up at him.

Hyunjin sighed, feeling his chest tighten painfully at the beaten up sight of you. Suddenly, you felt distant, as if you had built an invisible wall in between the two of you and he could not get through it to save his life.

"It was just an example…"

"And you brought your point across. I would feel very shitty if you ever told Yerim I'm not your girlfriend, whether you said it right in front of me or not. Happy?"

"Baby, that's not—"

"I had already realised I was at fault and was about to apologise, though, because I really do hate that I put you through that with Changbin today and I am really, really sorry about it" your eyes went up to meet his, and although they showed how genuine you were being about being sorry, they also showed just how hurt you were, all because of him. "But oh well, thank you for the eye opening scenario, I guess".

"Y/N…"

"Everything okay?" Cherry's careful voice snapped both of you out of it, bringing your eyes up to be met not only with her worried expression, but Seungmin's right next to her.

You were fast to nod, sneakily wiping a tear that was about to fall, which did not go unnoticed by Hyunjin. Not sparing him another glance, you stood up to go to Cherry, snatching your hand away from his grasp the second he tried to hold it and make you stay.

"I'm getting a drink, come with me?" you asked Chaeryeong.

She nodded immediately, helping you out of the booth. "Of course, let's go".

On the other hand, Seungmin stood there, eyes scanning the heartbroken expression on his friend's face as he watched you leave towards the bar.

"Do I wanna know?" he asked.

Hyunjin shook his head no in frustration, leaning his head back against the seat and shutting his eyes close as he tried to contain the tears that had just started forming in them.

-—-—-—-—-—-—-♡

"Okay, you need to stop drinking" Seungmin stated, placing his hand on top of Hyunjin's glass before taking it away.

Hyunjin glared at him, but ultimately said nothing. Instead, he focused on you from afar.

It must've been a little over thirty minutes since you and Chaeryeong had been sitting down by the bar. He could only see your back from where he was sitting, but he felt at ease when he watched you throw your head back and let out what he could tell was a throaty laugh of yours — one of those genuine ones he loved hearing so much, even more when he was the reason for it.

At least your friend had succeeded at making you feel better after your previous argument.

He, on the other hand, had been sulking next to Seungmin for the past half an hour. Drinking his feelings away had seemed to be the way to go, and although Seungmin had initially decided to just let it slide and keep him company during his self-destructive ways, he could tell when enough was enough.

"Why don't you just go talk to her?" he questioned.

Hyunjin shrugged, leaning back against his seat. "I don't think she wants to hear me out right now".

Seungmin sighed. "What even happened for it to get that bad so fast?"

"I brought Yerim up".

Seungmin blinked in disbelief, feeling astounded to say the least. "What could possibly have happened for you to bring her of all people up".

"I'm an idiot," Hyunjin lamented, reaching for the drink Min had previously taken from him and downing it in one go. "That's what happened".

"And all of this because she got here later than she said she would?"

"No, it's not…" a heavy sigh escaped his lips. "It's much more than that. Mainly about her and Changbin hyung".

"They're just friends, Hyunjin".

"Now they are," he nodded, not being able to let go of their past together. "I just hated that they were alone for so long tonight, and that she felt the need to make it clear I'm not her boyfriend to him".

"So that's what this is about," Seungmin sighed, finally understanding the core of your argument. "You do realise she was just joking, right? Like, we all laughed because it was just that obvious".

"Was it?"

"Come on, man" he nudged him. "Even if you guys are not official, you two are exclusive. Do labels really matter when you both know you're together and serious about each other?"

Hyunjin stayed silent for a moment, trying to process his friend's words.

"We never established we're exclusive…"

"It's Y/N we're talking about" Seungmin reminded him. "She was faithful as hell to you even before you even made a move on her, why would it be any different now that you actually are head over heels for her? And you haven't even looked at someone else all this time, so…" he shrugged. "Some things are just unspoken, it doesn't mean they aren't there".

"I just… got insecure".

"More like jealous" Seungmin mumbled.

Hyunjin smiled weakly. "Insecure, genuinely. Sure, I tend to always get jealous, and I admit there was a bit of jealousy in there, too, but… I just got so fucking insecure when she corrected him, because yeah, she was faithful to me before and whatnot but Changbin hyung was the one exemption to it, and at the end of the day she's the one who gets to make the call and she can realise she'd rather be with someone else and choose Bin hyung over me any time".

"What do you mean?"

"I mean exactly that" he shrugged. "I'm in this kind of trial, trying to prove to her that I'm serious about my feelings for her, and I… if it were up to me we would already be official as hell, but she's the one who gets to decide that, and until then I'm just… hand tied".

"I don't think you are, though?" Seungmin's words got Hyunjin tilting his head in confusion. "I mean… you guys are an actual couple by now, you're pretty much only missing the labels, and I'm sure Y/N would say yes in a heartbeat if you asked her to be your girlfriend".

Hyunjin sighed, nervously biting his lip as he looked in your direction once again.

Maybe you would've before. After your argument, however, he was not so sure anymore.

He just kept fucking up over and over when it came to you, and he was scared all the progress the two of you had made so far, all the proof he had given you when it came to showing you he was serious about you this time, would come crashing down just because of this one slip up of his.

He should've kept quiet. Fuck, he should've shut his mouth the moment you had open yours to apologise. Everything would be so much different now if he learned to just not say the first thing that comes to mind without thinking about it first.

Then again, he had never been good at expressing himself, that you knew very well. Especially when it came to this kind of moments when he felt put on the spot.

He wished he could just turn back time and shut his fucking mouth.

Seeing Seungmin take the bottle of soju away from the corner of his eye, he gave up on both talking and drinking altogether, folding his arms over the table and resting his head on them, as he could feel all the alcohol he had drunk finally begin to hit.

-—-—-—-—-—-—-♡

Hyunjin didn't know how long it had been. Maybe twenty minutes, maybe ten. Maybe an hour, or even five minutes? All he knew was that he had passed out for a bit.

He didn't even know if his friends were around anymore or if Seungmin was still by his side, as he could not hear anyone near him. Well, anyone he knew, for the various unknown voices chatting —if not yelling— over the loud music around the bar were already invading his ears from all over.

Stretching out over the table after a good minute and almost knocking down a glass of soju, he finally sat back up. Much to his surprise, nearly all your friends were back at the table. Everyone but Cherry, as she kept chatting with you by the bar.

"Good morning there" Chan greeted with a teasing smile, having the rest join in in a second.

God, he knew he would never hear the end of it now.

"Good morning," he joined them, cynically. "How long was I out for?"

"Like fifteen minutes?" Han answered. "I don't know, I just got here like five minutes ago but I saw you sleeping from the dance floor".

"Yeah, fifteen minutes is a good guess," Minho laughed under his breath. He was probably the one enjoying this the most. "Right, Seungmin?"

All eyes on Min, they were met with his rather distraught expression staring intently at the bar.

"Seungmin?" Minho pushed it.

"Huh?" he snapped out of it.

"How long was Hwang out for? You were with him the entire time".

"Like two bottles" he answered incoherently as his eyes travelled back to the bar.

Chan snorted. "That's not what we were asking but holy fuck, Hyunjin".

Hyunjin rolled his eyes, later focusing them on Seungmin by his side. "You okay, man?"

"Yeah, I just…" his eyes squinted. "Who are…"

As if on cue, everyone followed his stare. And suddenly, Hyunjin knew exactly why his friend felt so distraught.

You and Cherry seemed to have company, and not precisely the kind of it he was okay with. Two guys around your age he had never seen before in his life, who were getting way too close to you, were most definitely not the kind of company he ever wanted for you. Especially not the one dude who was coming awfully near your ear to try and properly speak to you.

"Aw, just like the old days" Minho pretended to wipe a nostalgic tear, earning himself a snort from Han and a small shove from Jeongin next to him.

"Hell no" Seungmin mumbled under his breath, not letting another second go by before rushing towards Chaeryeong.

That was what Hyunjin wanted. To be able to just go up there, grab you and make sure that any other guy knew you were his. For every single person in the world to know you were with him.

Instead, he sat there — watching from afar how Seungmin reached Cherry's side and pulled her to him, glaring at the stranger that had tried to hit on her and telling him something Hyunjin could not quite decipher yet could perfectly guess what it was. Something along the lines of 'she's taken', of course.

Exactly what he wanted to be able to do with you.

He could've sworn Seungmin had told the guy who was trying to hit on you off, too, and although it was not quite enough to make him feel at ease, he did feel thankful to his friend.

Boyfriend or not, there was only so much he could take, however. So, when the very same guy who had invaded your personal space did not seem to care about Seungmin's words nor about your polite rejection —as he could tell by the way you had taken a step back from him and awkwardly motioned with your hands for him to take a hint—, Hyunjin found himself standing up from his spot and sprinting towards you.

"What's going on here?" he asked, towering over you the moment he reached your side.

"Um, n-nothing," your words sounded just as nervous as you looked, eyeing Hyunjin up before you focused on the stranger in front. "This is—"

"I really don't care who he is" Hyunjin shut you down, eyes glaring at the guy. "Back off".

"Now why would I do that?" the man —whose name you had learned to be Junghee a minute ago when he tried to buy you a drink—, replied rather smugly.

"Hyunjin…" you grabbed his hand, stopping him right as you felt him move forward.

"She's clearly not interested, leave her alone".

"Why don't you let her speak for herself then?"

Hyunjin turned around to look at you, silently demanding for an answer, yet simultaneously begging you with his eyes alone not to challenge him this time around — not to do anything that would hurt him any further.

He should know better by now, though. Because although you looked taken aback and anxious even, your eyes were on him. Only him. Not once during all those seconds the two of them had been expecting an answer from you had you merely even glanced anywhere but him.

And that was enough to let him know what you wanted, if not who you wanted.

"She's taken," Hyunjin spat after having turned back around. "Back off".

"That's what that other dude said, but—"

"Dude, I'm her boyfriend. Now go".

Raising both arms in defeat, not without first eyeing you up and down in a way that could easily have earned a punch from Hyunjin, he backed away for once and for all.

Hyunjin shook his head in both disbelief and annoyance, making sure the dickhead actually left before turning around to lock eyes with your cold ones.

"You're not my boyf—" you fell quiet the moment he cornered you against the bar and firmly placed his hand on your nape.

"To some random dude who's trying to make a move on you, yes I am".

You didn't have time to protest, for his mouth on yours had prevented you from doing so before you even had the chance.

Not like you wanted to protest to begin with, as his lips trapping your bottom one in them and sucking on it the way you loved it was all you had needed that night after your fight.

For him to reassure you once again that he was serious about you was everything you needed and more.

You grabbed him by the collar at the same time you wrapped one arm around his neck, feeling like you would die if you didn't have him the closest you could right then. Thankfully, Hyunjin seemed to get the memo, bringing his hands dangerously down to the lowest of your back so he could pull you to him and get rid of every possible centimeter that was left between your bodies.

Somehow backing you up harder against the bar and making sure your bodies wouldn't lose the closeness he had put in between them, he brought a hand up to cup your cheek, smiling into the kiss after you had massaged his tongue with yours.

"You don't get to let other guys hit on you just because of a stupid argument we had" he mumbled against your lips, getting a soft hum out of you when he pulled at your bottom one.

"I wasn't…" you whispered.

"No?" he pulled away for a second. "Is that why you were about to introduce me to him like it was nothing?"

Your cheeks burned in embarrassment. "I panicked, I didn't know what to say".

"Mhm… that better be it" he trapped your lip in his once more. "Because you're mine".

"I'm n—"

"Shhh…" he hushed you with a kiss, making you smile against his mouth. "You are".

"You're an idiot," you chuckled, endearingly looking up at him and gently cupping his cheek. "And you're drunk".

"M—not," he whined, more cutely to your ears than he had intended.

"You sure?" you teased, holding his face now with both hands as he rested his forehead on yours. "You do taste quite drunk to me".

He laughed under his breath, pressing a kiss to your cheek before he leaned down to rest his forehead on your shoulder — arms wrapping tightly around you as he tiredly nuzzled the crook of your neck.

"I may or may not have drunk my feelings away" he admitted.

"And the alcohol is finally starting to hit?"

He nodded, a quite heavy sigh of his tickling your neck.

"You wanna leave?" you asked, gently running a hand up and down his back.

Another silent nod was his answer. "Yeah, just wanna be with you right now…"

You smiled blissfully, planting a small kiss on his temple before your hand held his. "Okay then, let's go tell the rest we're dipping".

One look at your table was all it took for you to realise the two of you had been the main attraction back there. You didn't even notice the moment Chae and Seungmin had left your side and gone back to sit down with the rest, yet there they were, shamelessly gossipping together as they watched you walk towards the table.

The closer you got, the clearer you saw their teasing smiles — and the more you wanted to just turn around and get out of there with Hyunjin already.

"Glad to see you guys are on good terms again" Han teased as soon as you reached the table, motioning with his head towards your intertwined fingers.

"Didn't really appreciate the sight of you two exchanging saliva again, though" Minho pointed out.

"No one told you to look" Hyunjin shrugged.

Minho scoffed. "You were all up in our business, how could we not?"

"As if you weren't shoving your tongue down that one girl's throat minutes ago" you bit back, getting nothing but a proud smirk from him. "Anyway, we're leaving now, so…"

"Are you guys going to Hyunjin's dorm?" Jeongin asked.

"Mhm…" you nodded.

"You're staying there?" Cherry wondered.

You shook your head no. "I'm just d—"

"You're not?" Hyunjin asked in a pout.

You laughed under your breath. "I mean…"

"You guys can always figure that out later, but can I leave with you?" Innie drew your attention. "I'm tired and my dorm is on the way, we could split a taxi".

"That sounds great" you agreed. "Let's go then".

"If that's the case, I'm going with you guys, too" Changbin stood up as well, walking up to you right as Jeongin did.

"Why?" Hyunjin's eyebrows furrowed.

"Because you will probably pass out in the car and there is no way Y/N will be able to drag your drunk ass all the way up to our floor alone".

Hyunjin shrugged, pulling you closer to him by the waist. "Whatever, but Jeongin is sitting with us in the backseat".

Rolling his eyes in amusement, Changbin agreed to his friend's conditions. Maybe you had already been forgiven, but he was clearly not on the clear just yet for having kept you from him earlier that night.

-—-—-—-—-—-—-♡

The ride home had been easier than you had initially thought, mainly because Hyunjin passed out on your shoulder the second you got in the taxi, and just like that he was no longer able to glare at Changbin like he had done right before getting in the car, even though his wishes of having Jeongin join the two of you on the backseat had been complied with.

He had also been able to walk up the stairs just fine — a bit slow, but just fine. Although he did trip once when there was only one floor left to theirs, and if it weren't for Changbin, who was walking behind the two of you just to make sure, then probably the story would've been very different.

All in all, it had not been that bad. Hyunjin wasn't wasted, to be fair, but all the alcohol he had drunk during that one moment of sulkiness had hit the hardest in the span of his confrontation with the pushy guy at the bar and the ride home.

By the time the three of you reached his room, he didn't think twice before letting go of your grasp around his waist and slumping down face first on his bed — a muffled whine reaching your ears and earning a smile from you that had Changbin shaking his head in disbelief over how head over heels you were for his friend.

"Well, seems like my job here is done, so…"

Reluctantly taking your eyes away from your passed out beloved on his bed, you turned around to look at Bin. "Thanks for coming with us," you smiled. "The trip up the stairs could've been hell if you weren't here".

He chuckled, taking a step towards you. "Yeah, to be honest he wasn't that bad tonight. There have been times when Seungmin and I have feared for our lives trying to drag him up those stairs".

You rolled your eyes in amusement. "I've heard the same kind of stories but with you being the one that has to be dragged upstairs".

"Now who was the snitch" he playfully squared up.

"You guys literally all snitch on each other" you laughed.

Hyunjin unconsciously tossed in bed, making both your heads snap in his direction, and as if on cue, both your stares turned softer — the mood suddenly dropping.

"He was really upset tonight…" Changbin was the first one to bring the topic up.

"Yeah…" you mumbled, intently staring at Hyunjin sleeping. "Maybe we shouldn't…"

"Hang out alone anymore?" he finished with an obvious tone.

You nodded, slowly. "At least until things are more clear between us and he feels okay with it".

"You mean until you guys put a label to what very clearly already is an official relationship" he smirked.

"Stop…" you lowered your head to try and hide the shy smile that had just curved up your lips. "Things are still a bit messy between us… and I hated knowing that I hurt him today and I would hate to hurt him again" a small sigh abandoned your mouth as you looked up to him. "I really love him, Binnie".

"I know you do," he smiled, giving your shoulder a reassuring squeeze. "Let's just hang out while the others are around from now on".

"Yeah, let's do that" you agreed with a smile.

"Does this count as hanging out alone when Hyunjin is passed out in front of us?"

You couldn't help a throaty laugh from escaping your mouth, finding yourself having to cover it with one hand not to risk waking Hyunjin up, which seemed to be highly unlikely yet never impossible.

"You're staying the night?" he changed the topic, still not being able to erase the smile that had formed on his face over your laughter.

You shook your head no. "I'm just staying with him for a bit".

He snorted. "That's just calling to fall asleep on the floor next to him".

"I just want to make sure he stays sleeping on his side in case he throws up".

"Ew, I knew you were in love as hell but not to the point of being willing to clean his puke up".

"Shut up," you squinted your eyes at him, causing him to hold both hands up as he backed towards the door.

"Okay, I'll leave you to it now. I believe his pyjamas are in the second drawer," he motioned. "Although I guess he could sleep in his underwear alone, I don't know".

"What?"

"You're changing him, aren't you?" Changbin raised a questioning eyebrow.

"No, you change him".

He scoffed. "You're the one dating him, that's your problem now".

"But you're a boy..."

"What are we, twelve?" he laughed. "Don't act like you've never seen him naked before".

"Okay first, you don't know that" you pointed an accusing finger at him. "And second, he's drunk".

"So?"

"I don't want to overstep…"

"Trust me, he won't be mad that you changed him to sleep" he smirked.

"Changbinnnn," you begged in a whine.

"Ugh, okay" he gave in, realising there was no changing your mind. "Just go wait outside. And when he gets mad at me for changing his clothes, I'm throwing you under the bus".

"I'll take the risk" you laughed.

-—-—-—-—-—-—-♡

Pulling down the white oversized t-shirt of Hyunjin's that Changbin had given you after having successfully convinced you to spend the night before he could leave to his room for once and for all, you couldn't help but feel all giddy. You hadn't worn them many times, maybe one or two, but still, you could never grow used to wearing Hyunjin's clothes. And a part of you couldn't help but not feel like ever giving it back.

The way it had his particular scent you loved so much all over, the way it was long enough to cover just a little under your thighs, the way it felt almost like being in his arms, the way it was his.

Snapping out of it when you heard a heavy sigh coming from the bed, you were met with the cutest sight of Hyunjin tucked into it. Changbin had gone through the trouble, since he knew for a fact you would have a hard time trying to tuck him in if not.

The sheets were pulled up to his chin, in a way you could only see his uncovered face as he laid on his back and how the covers moved slowly up and down with each breath he took.

His eyes remained closed and his breathing calm. You couldn't help but feel bad for the hangover you knew he was waking up with the next morning, although that itself wasn't enough to erase the smile from off your face as you stared at him.

It was ridiculous how soft you were for him, not to say weak. You were so mad earlier that night, so hurt that he had brought up the one girl you were insecure about when it came to his past, that you thought the two of you would go your different ways that night and take a couple of days to make up.

But then there he was, telling a random guy who was trying to hit on you to back off and calling himself your boyfriend, kissing you like you were the only people in the bar, and that was all it took for you to feel at ease again — for you to know you would be alright regardless of the pending conversation you still needed to have.

Physically shaking your head as you were unable to mentally shake off his voice repeating the word 'boyfriend' over and over, causing your heart to soar with every memory of it, you went up to his drawer by the bed.

You took out the face wipes you knew he kept in there and went to the mirror next to it so you could take off your makeup. This wasn't your ideal night routine, but it would have to do for tonight.

"Mm…" Hyunjin's tired voice had your head snapping in his direction, only to be met with his visibly heavy eyes staring at you. "Sexy".

You snorted, feeling your face burn yet refusing to show how flustered you were over his sudden comment. Instead, you shook your head in amusement and threw the wipe into the small trash bin under his desk before you took a clean one out of the package.

"You're awake" you pointed out the obvious, sitting down by the edge of the bed.

"Yeah…" he sighed, eyes unconsciously closing for a moment there. "You looked too good for me not to wake up".

"That makes absolutely no sense" you laughed, leaning in to pull the covers slightly down to his chest.

"Yes, it does" he fought back, grimacing when the cold wipe came in contact with his face yet not protesting as you gently cleaned him up. "You should wear my clothes more often".

"I will take you up on that offer" you smiled, pressing a brief kiss to his forehead before going to throw the used wipe in the bin, too. "I'm borrowing a pair of sweatpants to sleep in".

"Noo, come here," he protested, stretching his arms out of the covers for you to go over there. "I meant you should wear my t-shirts with nothing else more often".

"Oh? You like the sight, Hwang Hyunjin?"

"You know I do" his eyes squinted accusingly.

"And what if I wanna go to the bathroom or the kitchen?" you taunted, folding your arms over your chest.

"If the guys are here then you put a pair of sweatpants on before leaving my room" his dead serious semblance got you grinning. "If we're alone, then it doesn't matter".

"Gatekeeping, I see" you came closer to the bed, enough for him to reach his hand out and grab your wrist.

"Of course," he proudly stated, pulling you down onto the bed with him — his hand resting against your back to pull you closer, later travelling down to the back of your thigh and guiding it over his waistline. "Only I get to see your pretty thighs like this".

This time, you could not hide the prominent heat in your cheeks, having to look down for a second to try and collect yourself, only to be met with his fingers holding your chin up and his lips pressing softly on yours.

Although it had begun tenderly, almost innocently, it was only a matter of seconds before Hyunjin's tongue was opening its way into your mouth, sending shivers down your spine as your hand went to his nape and your fingers were entangled in his brown locks.

It wasn't until his fingertips traced their way up from your thigh to your hip and his hand dug inside the t-shirt of his you were wearing, reaching dangerously close to the curve of your breasts, that you pulled away.

"So you're a horny drunk…" you smirked, almost as if having found his weakness. "Should've seen it coming".

"I always wanna touch you" he pouted.

"Something tells me it's different this time" you let out a breathy laugh, holding his wrist and gently removing it from underneath your top. "So I'm stopping you before we get too caught up".

"But I need you…" he whined, burying his face in your chest.

"You're literally half asleep, what would you be able to do anyway?"

"Don't underestimate me, baby girl".

You felt him smile against your chest in response to the small laugh that had just escaped your throat at his threatening words.

Considering your little banter to be done with after his last statement, Hyunjin's arms snaked around your waist and pulled you somewhat closer to him — as close as the covers in between the two of you allowed him to.

"You okay?" you whispered when you felt him take a heavy breath, tenderly running your fingers through his hair.

"Everything's spinning" he managed to let out as he exhaled.

You chuckled, pressing your lips down on the crown of his head. "That's what happens when you down two bottles of soju in half an hour".

He pouted. "I was… feeling very shitty…"

Your heart hurt at his words, and you were met with his heavy-looking chocolate eyes after he had pulled slightly away from your chest.

Silence filled the room for a minute, words somehow not being needed as you quietly looked at each other.

Wetting his lips, he reached a hand up to cup your cheek, drawing small circles on it with his thumb and smiling when your hand reached up to do the same with his wrist.

"I'm sorry about what I said," he apologised. "I shouldn't have brought Y—"

"I really don't wanna talk about her anymore" you softly cut him off.

He nodded, tenderly grabbing your hand in his and caressing the back of it with his thumb. "I'm really sorry, baby… I never wanted to hurt you".

"Hey, it's okay" you hushed him. "I never wanted to hurt you either. I'm sorry too, Jinnie".

He smiled, tiredly yet ever so blissfully — eyes closing once again right as he brought your hand up to his mouth and pressed a sweet kiss to it.

"I only want you. All to myself. No one else".

"You don't want me with anyone else or you don't want anyone else but me?" you couldn't help but tease.

"Both," his confident tone got a giggle out of you. "But you're the one who gets to decide whether you want to be with me for real now and I just keep fucking up an—"

"Baby…" you called him softly as ever, lovingly running your thumb over his bottom lip and managing to make him open his eyes once more. "You haven't even fucked up".

"I just did tonight, though…"

"Not in a way that will stop me from wanting to be with you" you reassured him with a smile.

"You promise?" he whispered.

You nodded, answering his question by briefly pressing your lips against his. "Remember what I told you the morning after we got together?"

"You told me many things that morning" he smirked, causing you to roll your eyes in amusement.

"About not feeling like you have to watch your every move around me" you reminded him. "I said that as long as y—"

"I don't go to someone else or start feeling trapped again we would be alright…" he completed for you.

"And you haven't done any of those, have you?"

"No, of course not" he sounded almost offended by that question. "If anything you might start feeling trapped with how clingy I got".

A throaty laugh escaped your mouth at that, snuggling closer to him and feeling your heart melt when his hand was naturally placed on the curve of your waist.

Fuck, you loved him.

"What are you saying, I love clingy" you admitted. "And since you haven't done any of those two things I don't really consider that you've fucked up… couples argue here and there, it's okay".

"Are you saying we're a couple now?" he smiled.

You bit your bottom lip, looking away from his eyes as you were at a loss of words and felt your face burn under his stare.

"Go to sleep, Jinnie".

"You haven't answered my question".

"You're drunk" you pointed out. "We'll talk about this some other time".

Hyunjin pouted, but ultimately decided to let it go. "You're staying the night?"

You nodded. "How else am I supposed to take care of your drunken ass tonight?"

"That is very girlfriend of you" he smirked.

You couldn't help the giggle that had just ran past your lips, just like you couldn't help the backflip your heart had just done. "You're going to regret this so much in the morning".

"I won't" he stood his ground.

"We'll see about that tomorrow" you chuckled. "Now go to sleep".

"At least get in here with me," he tugged at the covers for you to get inside. "You're practically naked, don't want my baby to catch a cold".

"Shut up," you laughed under your breath, embarrassed, yet complied with his wishes.

Helping him pull the sheets up, you got inside them with him, who wasted no time to tuck you in with him and tightly engulf you in his arms.

You sighed contentedly when your face rested on his chest, throwing a leg over his waist.

"Better?" he asked.

"Mhm…" your body snuggled closer to him. "This was very boyfriend of you" you couldn't help but tease.

Feeling him smile against the crown of your head, you were greatly surprised by his long fingers pushing your chin up to be met with his plump lips.

"That's what you should've told that one idiot that was hitting on you".

"And who says I didn't?"

He pulled back from your mouth, staring at you with wide eyes as he tried to process the words that had just come out of it. "Y-You did?"

You nodded, quite amusedly.

"You told him I was your boyfriend?"

"Well, I told him I had a boyfriend. He didn't know who you were, so…" you laughed at his cute expression right then.

"And even then he still wouldn't back off?" he scoffed. "God, I should've punched him".

An amused giggle escaped your mouth. "It's fine, I was actually about to just walk away when you got there" you confessed, tenderly running your thumb up and down the corner of his mouth. "You really underestimate how bad I don't want to be hit on by anyone but you, Hwang Hyunjin".

The smile that had just curved up his lips right then could easily be one of your favourites he'd ever given you. There was something about his crescent moon eyes and his dimples that had your heart soaring.

You didn't get to stare at it for long, though, for those same lips that were holding the most beautiful smile you had ever seen were soon to be pressed on yours, somehow managing to show you everything he felt for you yet did not have the right words to express.

Feeling his hot breath tickle your wet lips after the lack of oxygen had broken you apart, you found yourself smiling against his mouth, pecking it ever so lightly and having him do the same the next second.

"Be my girlfriend?" he whispered against your mouth.

Your eyes opened wide, and you were sure they looked elated as ever — for you were elated as ever.

You could scream. You could cry. You could laugh. Everything at once as you were hit by the one question you had at some point believed Hyunjin would never let himself ask you.

You could do so many things right then as you stared into his tired yet genuine eyes, and your heart screamed for you to answer with the 'yes' that had gotten stuck at the back of your throat the second his question reached your ears.

At last, though, you let the rational part of you win for once.

Leaning in to steal a soft, lingering kiss from his cloudlike lips, you looked up at him with a small smile. "Ask me again when you're sober".

Letting out a breathy, defeated laugh, he rested his forehead on yours as he closed his eyes. "Will you say yes?"

You smiled, pressing a soft kiss to his nose. "Go to sleep, baby".

Although not entirely satisfied with your answer, he gave it up for once and for all, pulling you back to his chest as he closed his eyes and found comfort in the way your limbs were loosely wrapped around him. You were lucky the alcohol kept dragging him into a slumber, otherwise you would not have heard the end of it until you gave him a proper answer.

In less than a minute, he was fast asleep all over again.

You, on the other hand, were left wide awake while almost inaudible snores abandoned his lips every few seconds — unable to conceal your sleep as everything that happened that night kept replaying in your mind over and over. More precisely, images of your last conversation right before he closed his eyes and went to sleep.

With your heart pumping hard against your chest to the point you were scared it would wake him up, you could only wish he would not change his mind once he woke up. That if he even remembered everything that had left his mouth that night.

Wide awake, you were left thinking of every possible outcome following this night.

Whatever happened, though, drunk words were sober thoughts, and although conflicted over the circumstances they had been spoken on, you could not help the overwhelming happiness taking over your mind and body now that you knew Hwang Hyunjin wanted to make things official with you.

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[cosmicvenusnebula]

⋆☾⋆ Devil's Advocate ⋆☾⋆

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Characters: Lucifer x Gn!Reader x Diavolo AU: Canon Universe

Description: Headcanons about being in a polyamorous relationship with Lucifer and Diavolo.

Contents: Fluff, Romance, Becoming a demon, Suggestive but no smut (cuz I am 17)

Word Count:

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⋆☾⋆ When you first came to Devildom, neither of them really liked you, but it didn't take long for you to gain their trust.

⋆☾⋆ Not long after you started living at the House of Lamentation, you snuck out once you thought Lucifer was asleep and pretty quickly you got caught by Cerberus, and he was just a little (big) cuddle bug.

A few hours later when everyone woke up, they started freaking out when they couldn't find you, but Lucifer noticed Cerberus was gone too and went out to find him, hoping his dog didn't attack you.

It only took Lucifer a couple minutes to see you asleep nuzzled up to Cerberus right outside the mansion. He couldn't even be mad at you for falling asleep where any demon could get you when he saw how cute you looked cuddled up to Cerberus, a demon hound that only ever obeys Lucifer.

⋆☾⋆ To earn Diavolo's trust, you started helping him at the castle and delivering messages for him. That isn't what gained you his trust though, actually he thought you were incredibly suspicious for going out of your way to help him when he has Lucifer.

He only started to trust you when he overheard you talking to Asmodeus about how hot you thought he was, and asking Asmo for advice. His face turned bright red and that night he was going on and on about how he might be in love with a human to Barbatos.

⋆☾⋆ After you started warming their hearts, Diavolo asked you out, and when you asked Lucifer if it was safe to say yes, he started freaking out. Practically dragging you by your hair to the castle to "talk" to Diavolo.

Things started to get heated when Lucifer said he also had feelings, they started fighting over you. Eventually you had to interrupt their fighting and tell them you had feelings for both of them, and that they could just share. They had completely different schedules so it wouldn't be hard to spend time with one when the other is busy.

Diavolo was fine with sharing, but Lucifer is possessive, and he feels that you would be in danger if you went out with the demon prince, but he agreed to it anyway because he wanted you to be happy.

⋆☾⋆ After you've dated both of them for a while, you started spending every other week in the others rooms. Diavolo ended up giving you your own personal portal directly to his castle so you didn't have to make the trek back and forth through hell.

You aren't sure when it happened, but they started using your portal so they could spend time with you together, all three of you spending nights in each others beds. Lucifer had to use a spell to soundproof his bedroom because you got to a point in your relationship that you started bothering his brothers.(¬‿¬) *wink*

⋆☾⋆ After your year in Devildom was up, Diavolo made a pact with you that allowed you to stay in their realm......he even asked you if he could turn you into a demon so you could stay with them for eternity.

The only downside was that you would technically die, but then you would reawaken in the best form of your body with horns, a tail, and wings.

When you accepted his proposition, you awoke with a blinding headache and a sudden lustful desire that made up your entire being.

Both Lucifer and Diavolo only have a set of wings now. Their bottom set of wings being torn off and used in magic to create your new form. Your wings look like Lucifer's but with red feathers, and your horns also look like Lucifers but red with gold on the tips like Diavolo's, and your tail matches your horns.

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I kinda just rushed through this and I am too dissociative to know if this is any good or not.

I am def gonna make a longer fic about them sacrificing their wings to create Mc's demon form at some point.

[lurkingshan]

Love for Love's Sake Episodes 7 & 8

Well holy shit, that went in some directions I never imagined, and it was very dark indeed. I can't believe this intriguing little show is already over. So let's unpack what happened here.

My interpretation of everything we learned in these final episodes is that Myungha already died by suicide in the real world after a series of hardships, including the death of his grandmother, a long-term struggle with depression, and rejection from his ex and his mother, and the author gave him a chance to live again in the game world. The ending suggests he will now stay in the game world with Yeowoon and get another chance at life where his core objective is to make himself happy, and any expectation we had that he would have to return to the real world is out the window, because his life there has already ended.

But what exactly is this game world? I don't think we'll ever fully know for sure. Certainly, the show did not explain the how of it, or tie together all the vignettes we saw of Myungha and the author discussing their philosophy on life in a clear throughline to how we got to the game. The game world was purportedly based on the author's fictional novel, but all along it has taken on the features of Myungha's real life, including all the significant people we saw in his first life flashbacks. His grandma is here, his mother is here, his ex is even here in the guise of Yeowoon's agent. Myungha's memories and consciousness seem to inform the way this world was built, even as he did not create it. The author is given the role of Creator, somehow designing this world for Myungha to try to find happiness via seeking to make someone with very similar experiences to his happy.

Now, on this point, I don't think everything that happened in the original iteration of the game totally holds up. The way the author was messing with Myungha and forcing cruel choices on him really does not track with a desire to help him find happiness, and the point where Yeowoon seems to discover the game and somehow intervene to pull Myungha back in was lacking some clarity. And I wish the show had grounded us in Myungha's experiences earlier on rather than holding everything back for the sake of mystery--I do think that choice got in the way of a more coherent emotional arc for our protagonist.

But despite those quibbles, I still was able to connect with Myungha's struggles. This is a boy who has been so mired in his own misery that he doesn't know how to let anyone else in. He is too afraid to trust and let someone care for him in the way he cares for others. I wanted to reach through the screen and strangle him when his own emotional paralysis caused him to destroy the game--Yeowoon was telling him exactly what he needed, but he couldn't find the strength within himself to give it to him. And this is why knowing Yeowoon is exactly what he needed to see a different path for himself, because Yeowoon has experienced many of the same hurts but still finds within himself the ability to trust and rely on Myungha. Yeowoon is the stronger of the two of them, and Myungha needed to learn from him to overcome his own cowardice. Their happy reunion in the game world felt earned, and I believe in Myungha's ability to try again at both life and this relationship without holding back this time.

This show definitely wasn't perfect, but it really did some interesting things and left us with a lot to think about. I am looking forward to reading everyone else's interpretations of these final episodes, and Myungha and Yeowoon will be staying with me for a long time.

[idcbabyialreadylostmymind]

Trust

Pairing- Sully family x darkfey!reader

Pairing- The Sullys meet a special girl.

Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4

"C'mon papa lets goooo." Tuk said pulling her father by the hand. Jake grabbed his dagger just in case anything happens and Neytiri always had her bow as she followed behind Kiri and the boys. Today was family bonding day, the boys and Kiri were anything but excited.

"Don't know why I gotta go." Lo'ak said earning him a wack to the head from Neytiri. "Because it is the one day me and your father can spend time with yiu and not focus on our duties." Neytiri said tail swaying along with her turning her son around by his shoulder and pushing his back before speaking again. "Now go." She says and he huffs following behind his older brother.

They walked deeper and deeper into the woods and Neytiri looked around she didn't recognize the area they were in. "Ma Jake I don't think we jave been this far before." Neytiri said clenching her bow now ready for anything. "Yeah I think we went to far shit." He said he doesn't remember which way they came. Kiri looked pissed, "We're lost thats great thats great." She retorted sitting on a cut down stump. "Calm down I'm sure that there is something out here that will point in the right direction home." Jake said picking Tuk up and walking deeper into the woods, reluctantly everyone else followed.

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They walked, and walked, and walked.

Three hours of walking and still surrounded in jungle. And then they heard a crunch immediately pulling their weapons out Neytiri, Jake, Neteyam and Lo'ak stood ready to fight Lo'ak a little less as he's trying to get maple off his finger but still.

Crouching closer to were the around came forward they pull the bush back and reveal three small creatures, small enough to fit in the palm of your hand, they had fur all over their bodies, and the fur under their mouths cane out like a mustache, and they had cute little clothes they must have made themselves, they held small fruit and looked to be arguing before they saw the tall Na'vi.

Dropping the fruit they crouched to the ground shivering and whimpering, the boys put their weapons up but Neytiri still looked debating whether to kill them but then everyone was flung back by a strong gust of green wind and they heard a loud snap that sounded like thunder.

Neteyam coughs as he stands up helping his mother and father up and then going to his siblings. They check on each other before turning to see what knocked them. And what they saw was definitely not what they expected.

It was a girl.

A girl who picked those smaller creatures up in her palm and apologized to them before giving them a few small snacks before they scurried away from the strangers. You grabbed your staff that was resting on a tree and green air made its way to them keeping them there. As they had there hands up.

They all looked at you, you looked like a human, but their height and no need for a breathing mask, pointed ears as well, and you had horns, you wore a long sleeve top that was open in the back and the bottoms made a skirt that split up the sides blacks and whites browns and beiges was what colored your pallet, and green air surrounded your hands as it surronded their feet and it held their feet in place your eyes glowed as the air began and strengthened.

Neytiri bared her fangs at you and you did the same loud hiss coming from your throat. "Why have you come here?" You ask. "Please we will speak if you let us go." Jake tried to negotiate and you observed him for a while and you sensed no sight of decement.

Looking at the weapons that were a few feet from them you moved one of your hands to the side and somehow the weapons moved with you hand. You let their legs free and they all sighed Tuk reached for your horns and you looked at her confused and Neytiri pulled her back.

"Okay talk." You say and Jake is taken back by tour straight forwardness. "Okay we seem to have found ourselves lost and we would like directions back to the Omaticaya clan." Jake says rubbing his knuckles nervously.

"You got lost, stupid." You mutter and Neytiri throughs you a glare which you smirk at. "Fine but the directions are too complicated and I don't want you harming my home more than you already have I'll take you back." You say and Jake looked physically relived until he realized how did you know where they lived.

"I've lived in these jungles for all my life I know it's surrounding areas." You answer their obvious confusion. And then you head east.

The walk was quite, a really awkward quite and then Kiri saw the scars on your back as if something was cut off of you, hitting Lo'aks arm she points to your back and his eyes widen and looks at his sister who is just a curious. "So um," he goes to say your name but doesn't know it. "Y/N." You sigh wanting the conversation to be over already.

"What are you exactly?" He asks and Neteyam elbows him in the ribs making him yelp in pain. Smiling at the foolishness of the two you stemp your staff into the ground before stepping over a stump.

"I am a dark fey." You say and he hums in response. The family remember about Mo'at telling them about Feys and their abilities although they thought they were extinct. And back to silence it was, or at least for five minutes.

Do all the Fey people have wings?" Tuk asked and you stepped around a rock and your straight posture doesn't fold as you walk throughout the bumpy forest. "Most do." You reply.

"Then why don't you?" She chippered. "If all the others fly." She added and before her father could scold her you stopped him.

"I had wings once they were stolen from me." You say before stopping and turning to the family who seemed to have a lot of questions. "That's all I wish to say about it." You say sharply. Tuk smiled up at you. "What color were they? Were they big?" She questioned and you blinked a few times at the memory of your wings.

"So big they dragged when I walked." You breathed in as you remember the way the wind hit your wings and would sore through the air as your feathers would drift a little. "And strong, they could carry me above the clouds and into the headwinds and they never faltered, not even once." Looking at the ground pausing before you spoke once more. "I could trust them."

"Awesome." Neteyam whispered he normally talked very proper byt that was the only word he could think off, awesome. "What?" The word was strange to you but yiu couldn't help but giggle. "It means cool like amazing, glorious." Jake used fancy words hopefully it would get through. You smile, "they were quite glorious." You say before taking a few more steps. Pushing a tree leaf back your reveal the back entrance to their home.

You couldn't but feel saddened that they had to leave. Even though they did annoy you the first little bit of getting to know them they were quite kind. Neytiri could feel your emotions somehow she felt quite saddened had you been all alone? Parents? Grandparents? Anyone? She couldn't ahe wouldn't let you go back alone.

"Y/N live with the Omaticaya so you are not lonely." Neytiri said and Jake looked bewildered. "What?" You ask confused. "You are to small a girl to live in a whole foret live with us, you must be awfully lonely." Neytiri said and you had to admit, you were lonely everyday, no matter how many woodland creatures you talk to or tame you could never feel that little void in your soul.

You wait a second, you weren't entirely sure if you could trust them, you might regret this later in but you nod and they began to walk into hometree, your new home.

[aziraphales-library]

hi yall !! i really appreciate how much youve done here, its been so helpful to someone like me who's new to ao3 :D

i wanted to ask if you know of any fics that involves supreme archangel aziraphale after the ending of s2? or anything similar, where aziraphale is some sort of higher power and does alot in heaven

it doesnt have to be after s2, i just like the idea of tired n serious aziraphale who's busy with heavenly duties :)

tysm !! i love you all <3

Hello and welcome! Here are some supreme archangel Aziraphale fics...

We've Got Problems, Memory Problems by davethefish (T)

Aziraphale is Supreme Archangel, tasked with bringing forth the Second Coming. But he keeps thinking about Crowley, until he doesn't. Crowley is stuck on Earth with nothing to do. That is, until he's ripped from Earth into some other place. Work takes place after Season 2 Episode 6, spoilers ahead.

When the Weeping Angel Smiled by Celestially_Being_God (G)

As he went up to Heaven in the elevator, one thing was for sure: things needed to change. And he knew how. A smile planted on his lips as had already orchestrated the first part of his plan, one that no one, not even Metatron, would see coming. All he had to do was play a facade for the angels. Then, he could return to his true home. If he played his cards right, it wouldn't take too long. And hopefully, Crowley would understand his intentions.

The Injury Of Finally Knowing You by unpack_my_heart_with_words (T)

Once in heaven, the angels do what they always do— a kindness. The only blessing is that without his memories, Aziraphale has no idea what he has lost. It will end, as it began, in a garden.

Good Omens: Revelations by Andimyon (M)

After returning to Heaven, newly appointed supreme archangel Aziraphale has to face new and terrible challenges, which he can't solve alone.Will he be able to pay the price to save the world? Can he get help in time, or do the wounds he caused run too deep? Once again, everyone's fate is in their hands...

Re-Canonized by Snarky_Synesthete (T)

Aziraphale remembers who his heart was made for, long before The Beginning...but if that secret is revealed, it will only cause more pain. Hiding his longing and fear from Crowley throughout the ages leaves him desperate for a way to protect them both, once and for all. Saying yes to The Metatron's offer, however, causes some unintended consequences. Now Aziraphale has to figure out how to both protect Crowley as well as earn back the demon's trust.

No Light, No Light by PolarisVega (T)

-- SPOILERS. Please watch season 2 first! -- Aziraphale left his life on Earth behind to take the job as the new Supreme Archangel of Heaven. Delighted to be welcomed back and to have finally earned the respect of Heaven, Aziraphale is doing as much Good as he can from the inside. But when Heaven's plans for the second coming of the Apocalypse are revealed. The consequences of his choices, past and present, are greater than he ever imagined. Can’t wait for season 3? Me neither! This is my version of what could be. Please enjoy! The story is now complete.

- Mod D

[walnutofthedead]

Can u do Yandere! Mikoto reacting to Gn! Reader leaving/escaping him and he find them later.

The Seven Stages of Grief - Yandere!Kayano Mikoto / GN! Reader

// Of course! I’m about a year late, but i hope you still can enjoy, anon! and hopefully ive also gotten a bit better at writing lmao

Content warnings: Reference to suicide, breaking and entering.

Kayano Mikoto is a normal guy. There’s nothing special about him whatsoever. He’s got a regular job, a regular home, a regular life, and a regular, loving partner.

Well… that last one may not be entirely true. However, ignorance is bliss for Mikoto. It’s the giddy excitement he feels every time he returns home to you. It’s the way he feels as if he’s on cloud nine at the mere thought of you. He’s a simple man, really. Easy to earn the trust of, so long as he cares for you. He allowed you all the freedom you could ever want, granted that you stayed with him.

So, why was it that you left him? He provided you with everything he could. He gave you the world, and yet you still managed to slip out from between his tired fingers. Had it been the lack of quality time..? He tried to spend time with you, he really did. Every waking moment that he wasn’t working himself to the brittle bone at the design firm he spent with you. *Fawning* over you.

So, imagine his surprise when he returns home from work one day, expecting to see his lovely partner there waiting for him, only to find you gone. Gone, gone, gone.

Shock.

Why? He couldn’t comprehend it. Days went by where he was too shell-shocked to do anything. Life seemed unreal. Like everything he did wasn’t truly him. Like he was simply a spectator, watching himself try to act as if nothing had happened. His stomach perpetually twisted into knots, heart hardly able to maintain its steady beat that had gone on for you alone. He’d find himself constantly forgetting what he was doing, his mind having wandered to you. Trying to process it. You couldn’t have left him. You wouldn’t. You had no reason to.

Denial.

You must just be hiding from him, waiting for him to find you, he reasons through the thick fog of twisted, loving delusion muddling his mind. Everyday, he calls out your name as he arrives home. He scours his apartment, practically turning the place inside out in hopes of just a sign of you. Maybe someone took you. Someone took you or you got lost. Because surely, you wouldn’t ever leave the one who loves you so just as he does. He’s convinced himself of this fact.

He’s put posters up of you, offering any amount of money to anyone who brings you back to him. After all, he’s gone through so much to ensure that everyone knows you two are happily together. Mikoto even ends up filing a missing persons report. And of course, people try and help him. Who wouldn’t help poor, sweet, kind, Mikoto whose lover has gone missing? He’ll do anything. Give any sum of money, material, whatever. He wouldn’t be above killing if it meant he could have you back.

Bargaining.

He’s lost it. He’s desperate. He *needs* you back. He’s gone to anyone who he knows has any connection to you at all, offered them everything he can give if they can even provide so much as a hint as to your whereabouts. And, no matter who he asks, he always ends up the with the same tight feeling in his chest. A seething rage. At them for not knowing, or at you for leaving..? He can’t tell.

Anger.

An uncontrollable urge to hurt someone. Hit something. To reach a hand to his chest and tear the skin apart, caving in on himself as he screams at the top of his anguished lungs. He’s gotten.. noticeably more aggressive, according to his coworkers. His boss as well has even shown a rare sense of concern for him and his wellbeing. Or maybe he was just being a hindrance. A hindrance that was still too valuable to permanently let go of. Regardless, he was put on paid leave for emotional health. Not that he got any say in the matter. Upon arriving home that day, time seemed to flash by. One moment he was opening the door, tired stare blankly caressing the air of the apartment in which you once resided. The next, he was standing at the opposite wall, panting as wet tears burned his eyes and a hot sense of pain scraped his hand that was now in the wall. What was the wall. He’d need to get that hole fixed. So if you returned, you wouldn’t have to deal with it.

…

Who was he kidding? You weren’t coming back. If you did, you’d certainly turn your nose up at the pathetic excuse for a man he had become.

Depression.

Life has become a repetitive nightmare of mundanity. It was dull. Fruitless, gray. Simply getting out of bed and doing basic things such as eating and drinking had become such a chore. He’d simply stare at the ceiling, lying in bed and wasting away as his thoughts did nothing but yearn for your presence.

Was there even a point to continuing to live his life if you weren’t in it?

He’s cut all contact either anyone at this point. Several had noticed his absence and grown concerned. The once friendly, kind-hearted man had become an unreachable, miserable lump of flesh. They’d knock on his door, try to check up on him, even leave him care packages at times. He’d like to say he appreciated it, but they did nothing to fill the world-breaking void your absence has left within.

He desperately needed something. Anything. Whatever it would take to stop this horrible empty feeling.

Testing.

He actually did try to find someone to replace you. Deep down, he knew nobody would ever have him as enraptured as you, as absolutely enamored and giddy with love. He went online. He went out. He sat through countless dates, yet his mind only ever wandered back to you.

He couldn’t take it. Really. He’d had enough. Nothing could soothe the horrible, perpetual aching.

He was done. Done with everyone, done with you, done with life itself. As he moped at home, he saw something. It was a piece of clothing that he had hung up. One he had designed specially for you and had made in hopes of someday seeing you in it. Of seeing you appreciate him and his work.

He couldn’t take it anymore. He couldn’t live without you. Mikoto found himself shakily walking to the kitchen, staring longingly at the sharpened blade of one of his knives. It wouldn’t be so bad if he were to give up, would it?

Ding!

His phone loudly blared in his ear, drawing his attention momentarily to the blinding light of the screen. It was a text. He sighed and turned back to the blade. Wait, did he see a mention of your name? He hurriedly grabbed his phone, his full attention now on the device.

A friend had messaged him. They saw you out in public.

He just about threw his phone. This was the first time in months he had responded to a message so quickly.

Where? He needed to know.

Upon attaining that information, he threw on a sweater and rushed over, nearly crashing his bike on the way with how the rush of giddy excitement he felt clouded his mind.

Finally, he got there.

A gasp escaped his lips. From a distance, he got a glimpse of the face of his beloved. Was it truly real? He dismounted his bike, stealthily making his way to you. It might just be the hardest thing he’s ever done in his life, not running at you and wrapping his arms around you right then and there. He stared at you in awe, as if you were some sort of angel sent from the heavens. A blessing. His blessing. He stayed there until you left. Followed you when you made your way home.

…

How long had it been, a week? Probably around that long. He did nothing but follow and watch you. He relearned your daily routines. When you were alone. When you weren’t.

On the seventh day, he made his decision.

It was a dark, moonless night. You had just happened to leave your window open. He’d waited too long. He couldn’t handle it anymore.

Before Mikoto knew it, he was in your room. His arms were around you, jolting you awake from your slumber. Finally, he had you back. And he wasn’t ever going to let you go again.

Acceptance.

[inawickedlittletown]

Take A Look At Us Now

Notes: I wanted to give writing Tommy a go and then I wound up trying to figure out how we got from the Tommy in Chim and Hen begins to the Tommy we meet now. With some Buck thrown in for fun, of course.

Summary: There is a magic to finally finding your true self and maybe Tommy has a deeper understanding of what that journey is like and can see it plainly as it is happening to Buck.

Ship: Buck/Tommy

Words: 2,913

On Ao3

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Everyone would probably think that Tommy saw himself more in Eddie than in Evan. There was just so much about them that was similar, it was why they had hit it off right away. It was Evan that Tommy saw a lot of himself in, though, and he hadn’t known it, not until Evan called him asking for a tour of LAFD’s Air Operations. 

Right away, from the moment that Chim arrived with the two firefighters, Tommy had been taken aback by how gorgeous they were. They barely had time to talk before he had smuggled them away into a chopper while they awaited Hen. The whole flight out had been tense and yet it was easy to tell how close they all were. It had left Tommy wishing he were a part of them too. 

Asked after the fact why he’d done it, Tommy had just shrugged and smiled. Only once did he explain that it was the right thing to do and he trusted Chimney and Hen enough to know they wouldn’t put their whole careers and lives in danger unnecessarily. 

Tommy had a lot of respect for Chim and Hen. With Chim, there was of course how he’d literally saved Tommy’s life, but Tommy had also seen how tough he had it. Tommy hadn’t helped there, at all, but he’d been different back then. He’d been just a couple of years out of the army, maybe a little troubled about it. In so many ways, Tommy hadn’t had any idea who he was and had been playing a part. Just one of the guys. It was easier. Safer. Going along with Captain Gerrard meant being a part of something bigger than himself and he didn’t want to compromise that by speaking up. 

Chimney earned his respect and Tommy considered him a friend. They all took him in as one of their own. When it came to Hen, things got tense again. Gerrard’s sexism and misogyny and racism and homophobia coming through in a way that squeezed Tommy’s insides. He was too much of a coward to say anything at first, but even he could recognize how hard Hen worked. He also quickly realized how brave Hen was. 

Not just being a female firefighter, or sticking it out despite being unlucky enough to have to work under Captain Gerrard. It was that she was herself. Wholly herself. 

The way that he’d grown up, he’d known what happened to guys that showed any interest in other men. Had seen it first hand. The first time that his eyes lingered too long on a guy, Tommy felt nothing but panic. So, he’d doubled down on looking at women and talking about women. By the time he was in the army, it came second hand. It wasn’t like he was supposed to talk about it anyway, then.  

Afterwards, when he was back to being a civilian, Tommy just continued on in the same manner. It was easy for him, he was a man’s man. Interested in cars, sports, martial arts, and flying. Nothing about him would ever scream gay, and so Tommy kept that hidden. 

Tommy spoke a big game about the latest girl that he’d shown his chest scar to. He was continuously a bachelor, staying single and not mingling. No one would ever question him, they considered him a player and Tommy just went with it. High fived the other guys when they made questionable comments, joked and laughed with them and tried to tamp down the churning in his stomach. 

Sometimes there was a joke made…or some reference aimed at Tommy and Tommy had to pretend he didn’t understand something or that he was in on the joke. It did get tiring. Hen made him rethink living his life like that, to hide such a huge part of himself. 

He was too weak and cowardly to do anything loud and outward, but one night he decided enough was enough. 

He drove to a part of town where no one was likely to know him, dressed a little differently. Not flamboyant or something that wasn’t him, but like he knew what he was doing and he knew he looked good. Then, he walked into a gay bar. 

Tommy had done his research and he knew what he was walking into and even then he didn’t expect to immediately come upon two men kissing. Maybe it was his wide eyes, or his clear inexperience, but it didn’t take long for someone to look at him with some curiosity. 

“First time coming here?” 

“Uh. That obvious?” 

The man talking to him had a head full of curls that tumbled artfully over his forehead. His shirt was tight across his chest and his pants seemed painted on. 

“It is to me. There’s a tell. The awe. The nervous energy.”

He did feel nervous, like something was churning in his stomach wildly. 

“Get a drink, it will ease your nerves. What’s your name?” 

“Tommy.” 

“I’m Neal.”

Tommy was used to being in his element. This wasn’t that at all. 

“Hey, Jerry,” Neal called out. 

The bartender came their way. He was broad shouldered, a black beard trimmed close on his chin and jaw. A white kitchen towel hung over one shoulder. 

“Get my new friend a drink.” 

“Rum and coke,” Tommy said. 

It was delivered to him in minutes. Neal remained next to him and for a moment, Tommy did wonder what they looked like. 

“Now, you don’t have to answer me, but what made you walk in here?” 

All his life he’d been lying. As he glanced around he saw what was normal at any bar in LA. Young people mingling, flirting, smiling, and laughing, and making connections. Gender wasn’t a barrier. 

“I’m…I guess I’m finally ready to accept who I really am.” 

“And you are?” Neal asked. 

“Gay,” Tommy said. “I’m gay.” 

The words felt strange in his mouth. They also felt true. Tommy felt free. 

Neal let out a loud cheer. “Now that’s out of the way. How about you bring that drink and I introduce you to a few people.” 

That was the first night that Tommy realized he didn’t need to keep hiding. Not that it made it any easier in his regular life. Neal introduced him to a bunch of people that first night and Tommy felt like he belonged. He blushed so red the first time a guy actively flirted with him and then loved the feeling so much that he chased it. 

He flirted with men. Danced with them. It was on his second visit to the bar that he finally kissed a guy. He was one of Neal’s friends, a little shorter than Tommy with a strong build. His lips were pillow soft and if Tommy hadn’t known before, the kiss confirmed everything. 

After that, Tommy just…well, he needed to try everything. There was always someone that was interested. His first exchange of handjobs happened in the bathroom and it was so hot that it lasted minutes but replayed in his memory for days. 

For a long while, that was all he could manage. Bodies pressed together, hands groping, kissing that was so dirty and messy that it was obscene. One night, he went home with a guy. He was someone Tommy had seen around at the bar, but never grown the courage to approach. Matthew approached him and by the end of the night, charmed him enough to leave the bar and drive to his apartment. 

Matthew wasn’t pushy, he was actually sweet in how he took his time with Tommy. They drank beers in Matthew’s living room, edging closer together until they were kissing and touching and then their shirts were off followed quickly by their pants. 

Tommy had done his research, and he was prepared, except that of course he wasn’t. Thinking about it and reading about it and even watching porn was in no way enough to prepare for the reality. Tommy had no regrets. He did wish that he hadn’t rushed in and gotten caught up in the excitement of finally being able to embrace such a huge part of himself. 

All that time, he never told anyone in his day to day life. Keeping the personal and the professional separate just felt that much easier. Once Gerrard was gone, it almost felt like the right time to come out, but there was still Sal and some of the others. Neal told him it was okay to take his time. So, Tommy did. 

Then, he just decided it wasn’t worth it to shake things up when things were going so well. He had his nights at gay bars and clubs and sometimes he took someone home — more often than not he let them take him to their homes. The 118 was going through Captains at such a speed that it was even more crucial than ever that everything else was steady. 

By the time they were told they were getting some guy from Minnesota, they were used to no one making it longer than a year. Captain Bobby Nash was different.

For one thing, he was younger than the last six Captains, even if that meant he was completely in over his head…or at least, it seemed that way at first. Looking back, Tommy did have some regrets about leaving the 118. Seeing the way that they were now, it was what Tommy had thought the 118 was back in the day — but it wasn’t. He could have been a part of that. Of course, it would have required that he be a bit more open about himself and Tommy didn’t know if he would have been brave enough to do that. 

Combined with his interest in getting back in the air, Tommy was ready for a new start. When a spot opened up with Air Operations, Tommy jumped on it and he was their first choice when considering all his experience as an Army pilot. Entering that new space, he did it without hiding. It wasn’t like he was shouting it for all to hear, but when it came up he just said it. 

“I’m into men” or “I’m actually playing for the other team” or “not into women” or any variation including “I’m gay”. 

Tommy did keep in touch with Hen and Chim. Not often, but enough to hear about how well Captain Nash was doing. Rare though it was, they even did occasionally overlap on calls. He, Chim, and Hen sometimes even met up for drinks. One night, Hen introduced him to a firefighter from the 115. Casey was gay and out and proud. Tommy was amazed by him. 

He didn’t know if Hen had figured him out, or if she’d somehow heard. Tommy wasn’t mad. Casey was captivating and by the end of the night, if Hen hadn’t known, she probably did. Casey also wasn’t one of the guys that Tommy found at a bar or club. He was a relationship guy and it was something entirely new for Tommy. 

Casey had been out since he was a teenager and he seemed to immediately peg how inexperienced Tommy was. He gave him perspective and showed Tommy what it was like when you actually cared about the person you were with. At one point, Tommy had been sure he was in love with Casey, until it all came crashing down, and he realized that he wasn’t as broken up about it as he should be. 

There were guys after Casey. Nothing that ever lasted. Tommy didn’t mind casual, even found he preferred it considering his line of work. It didn’t mean that he didn’t want to settle down. It just meant he hadn’t found the right person. 

He didn’t know Evan was into men right off the back. Suspected it, maybe, but only in the way that meant he was hoping because then he had just a speck more of a chance with him. 

When he saw Evan for the first time after flying into a hurricane on Hen’s instincts and Chim’s insistence, Tommy was taken by him. Out of his firefighter uniform, he looked different. A little lost, maybe, but beautiful. His attraction to Evan was undeniable. Tommy didn’t know why Evan had bothered to ask for a tour, not when he knew right away that Evan wasn’t actually interested in transferring and leaving the 118. Still, there was something about the way he smiled at Tommy, hopeful when Tommy mentioned giving him flying lessons. 

Evan’s cheeks even went a little pink as he offered to buy Tommy a drink. For a moment, just a moment, Tommy wondered if he meant it as more than just two friends. Shook that thought off because Tommy just wasn’t that lucky. 

Tommy had been torn between wanting to take him on that offer and knowing that he’d made plans with Eddie that he couldn’t exactly cancel. He’d seen Evan’s face fall a bit and then he’d been left hopeful that Evan would call again and they could get that beer. That they could make more plans. 

Evan didn’t call. Tommy was too busy answering Eddie’s phone calls, but he would have answered if Evan threw out that offer to share a drink. Instead, he was busy with Eddie. It wasn’t that Tommy didn’t have other friends. It was that all of his friends were married with kids or divorced with kids or too far away and too busy for Tommy to see without extensive planning. Eddie was available. He should have known that it wasn’t that easy. 

It should have been Eddie’s girlfriend that got territorial, instead it was Evan. Tommy immediately felt bad. 

Going to see Evan to clear the air had only felt right. And, yes, maybe he did want to see Evan again. If it meant that his eyes could wander over Evan’s strong arms and appreciate the blue depth of his eyes then it was just a plus. What was more, was Evan’s own admittance that he’d been jealous and acted rashly. His vulnerability and honesty just shone through. Evan was like a small bird with a broken wing and Tommy wanted nothing more than to fix up his wings and let him fly. 

Evan then changed everything. The whole time, he’d been feeling bad for making Evan feel like he was taking away his best friend, when it was about Eddie getting to spend time with Tommy. His brain made leaps, picking up all the signs…all the very confused signs. 

When Tommy kissed him, it felt like a spark igniting between them. For all that it was the simplest, softest of kisses, Tommy knew it felt right. Evan’s hesitance, the way that he looked when Tommy pulled back, and yet the fact that despite his shock he kissed Tommy back, it cleared up everything.

Tommy was elated. He wanted nothing more than to kiss Evan again, but it didn’t take much to know that this was the first time Evan had kissed a guy. Tommy knew what that was like, the delicate nature of it. 

As Evan agreed to a date, cheeks pink and something like pleased surprise in his expression, Tommy let himself take in the moment and tried not to show how stunned he was at everything Evan brought out in him. He knew he had to be careful handling his little bird, and it was an honor to be the one to lead Evan to new discoveries. It meant not kissing him a second time and leaving before he couldn’t help himself any longer. 

If he couldn’t stop smiling through his whole shift that night, no one needed to know his reason was a gorgeous blue eyed firefighter with a heart of gold. 

Two nights later, when Evan admitted that it was his first date with a dude, Tommy didn’t pretend he wasn’t aware. 

“We’ll do this at your pace, Evan.” 

“It’s not…it’s not some—”

“What?” 

“A deal breaker?” 

“What, on dating you?” Tommy asked and he knew he couldn’t shake his smile. 

“Uh…yeah,” Evan said, dropping his eyes to the table and looking far too adorable. 

“It’s not,” Tommy said. “You wanted my attention, you got it, Evan.”

He blushed beautifully, his skin going rosy in increments. His blue eyes were shinning. Tommy remembered the wonder that came with finally knowing yourself, but even more so in embracing it and admitting it. Seeing it in Evan was glorious. When it changed into pure panic at the arrival of Eddie and a woman Tommy presumed was his girlfriend, Tommy did his best to smooth things over and act like nothing was wrong. 

They were lucky the hostess hurried Eddie and Marisol along to their table, because Tommy wasn’t sure that Evan was going to be able to not blurt out something he wasn’t ready to say yet. 

“Hey, you okay?” 

“No. Yes. I don’t know.” 

Tommy couldn’t help his smile. “This is the hard part. You don’t owe anyone anything about yourself. Your truths are yours and you can tell them whenever you are ready. Like I said, we do it at your pace.”

“So, if I wanted to keep this on the down low…”

“Then we do that,” Tommy said. 

The smile that Evan gave him was wide. Content. 

“I don’t want to hide,” Evan said. “Not when I’m finally who I’m meant to be.” 

[lotrandthehobbitwritings]

Arrival of Spring

Pairing: Elrond x (fem!) Reader

Genre: fluff

Warning: none

Words: 2430

Rivendell existed for a little over one and a half millennia. It was prestigious, peaceful, beautiful. Your family originated from Lothlórien, your father was a well trusted guard of Celeborn and Lady Galadriel, which earned your family a great reputation. You were always seen walking the royal gardens, making lots of girls your age jealous as very few people out of the royal family had access to those places. But you being friends with Celebrían gave you an easy way in to all those forbidden areas. That was years ago though, as you now lived in Rivendell alone. What made you move to Rivendell, leaving your family behind in your homeland? Elrond, lord of Rivendell came to Lothlórien after the War of the Elves and Sauron, explaining that he planned to establish a life there and wished it could serve good purposes. Hearing of it, you thought he was noble, and felt as it was your duty to help him achieve his goal. And you did just that.

Elrond was more than appreciative of anyone that wanted to establish a life there and help make this place a welcoming heaven. You were amazed at how easily everyone got acclimated and how quickly this place was becoming what Elrond wished for it to be. As the months went by, you grew quite fond of your new home. You loved how peaceful and quiet it was, you loved taking walks along the many bridges, sitting on benches under the gazebos to read a book while the misty air of the nearby mountains left a cool feeling on your pinkish cheeks. The sound of the river falling over rocks was so relaxing that you could easily spend hours at the same place without noticing time going by. And today was one of those days.

You had been sitting under one of the highest gazebos, reading a book you took from the library this morning. There was a light spring breeze, the flowers were in bloom and birds were making their nest in the highest branches of Rivendell’s trees. Your hair was flowing in the wind, a lock often finding its way in your face, disturbing your reading. After tucking the said lock of hair behind your pointy ear, you resumed to your activities, reading the last few sentences of the chapter that now began to make way more sense than when you read the first phrases of it a few pages back. Time went by, and slowly the air became colder as the sun started making its descent in the sky, gradually making space for the moon to replace the biggest star’s warm light by its cold one. But your body didn’t acknowledge it, after all, elves don’t react to cold weather as easily as others. However, it wasn’t the cold that snapped you out of your reading, but a voice coming from behind you.

‘’Why am I not surprised to find you here?’’

The voice made you jump, yet made you smiled as you recognized it immediately. You turned your head and faced the dark-haired elven lord.

‘’You should come inside’’ Elrond said.

‘’I will, brennyn nín’’ you answered while smiling. ‘’it appeared I lost track of time once again’’

Elrond smiled back and offered you his hand so that you could stand up. He watched as you carefully closed the book, which you almost finished reading, and took his hand, getting up from the white stone bench that was beautifully sculpted.

‘’Please, just call me Elrond’’ he said with his smile still present.

You felt your cheek heat up as you looked into his eyes, and simply gave a small nod. You walked by his side, listening as he talked to you about the gardens and all the flowers that are currently blooming. You took occasional glances at the man beside you, carefully as you did not want to be caught. He was wearing a golden robe made of silk, which flowed with each step he took. His dark and long hair was carefully slicked back and braided, leaving only two strands of hair by each side of his face, a hairstyle he always wore yet you never got tired of seeing it. You loved how it highlighted his features, how his eyes seemed to call even more for your attention. His crown which was so delicate, yet so majestic, and deeply enhancing how gracious he looked. His looks really didn’t compare, and they never got out of your head.

‘’(y/n)?’’

You turned your head to your right after hearing your name.

‘’You seemed deeply lost in your thoughts’’ Elrond said with a small chuckle.

‘’Oh, I’m sorry I did not realize’’

Your cheeks quickly colored red with embarrassment as you hoped he didn’t notice you were looking at him.

‘’It’s alright, I simply was asking which of the flowers you were most excited to see bloom. I know you have spent quite some time in the gardens at Lothlórien and I hope we can make Rivendell’s as beautiful’’

‘’Well, I always loved hyacinths. They are simple yet their color is always so vibrant that it warms your heart in some way’’ you smiled.

‘’Luckily for us that we were able to get some and hopefully ours will grow beautifully, even if I doubt they will be just as Lothlórien’s ones’’

‘’Lothlórien is hard to compare, that’s true. But I believe we can make equally as appealing and charming as the ones from my homeland’’

Elrond nodded and smiled.

‘’Your enthusiasm is what will make them bloom as lovely’’ he said.

You thanked him with a shy voice and stopped walking, almost bumping into the elf as you didn’t notice he himself stopped. As you were about to question the sudden halt, you noticed that you had reached the door to your chambers. You didn’t even realize that you weren’t outside anymore.

‘’You should change, we are having a feist tonight to celebrate the arrival of spring’’

‘’Eru.. It absolutely slipped out of my mind I am so sorry’’ you quickly said, feeling bad as you should’ve gotten ready for it earlier.

‘’There’s no need for apologies, heryn nín. The feist doesn’t start until another hour, you have all the time you need’’

Your eyes grew big, you couldn’t believe your ears. Surely you didn’t hear him properly, he possibly could not have called you like that.

‘’Yes alright, I will ready myself then’’ you said, trying to brush what just happened out of your head.

Elrond smiled and bowed his head in a small nod.

‘’I shall see you then’’

And with that he walked away, most likely to get ready himself. You quickly entered your chamber and closed the wooden door behind you, resting your back on it for a few seconds.

‘’Heryn nín’’ you whispered to yourself, confusion invading your mind.

You yet again put those thoughts aside and walked towards the carved wooden wardrobe and opened it, looking through the dresses that were hanging. You wanted something fancier than a regular dress, but you didn’t have that many. Since it was a feist for spring, you also wanted something of light colors, and as you kept looking at your dresses, your eyes set on one. Since you moved to Rivendell, you had dresses made that were more in the established style, but you still had a few dresses from your home. Your hands carefully grabbed the light purple fabric and you smiled. This was one of your favorites, which is why you brought it with you to Rivendell. It was made of lace, which gave it a more ethereal and mystical look, and it was a classic wardrobe in Lothlórien. You slipped your current dress off your shoulders and carefully dressed in the one you would wear to the feist. After brushing and braiding your hair again, you were ready to join everyone.

As you went down the stairs to and walked outside where the feist was taking place, you could hear many people talking and soft music. As you stepped amongst everyone else, you noticed three elves playing the harp and two playing the flute, each equally separated from each other, as well as a flutist between each harpist. This made you smile, you always loved when things were well separated like such. As your feet led you to grab a drink, your eyes looked around, searching through every elf to find the one you wanted to see, but he was no where to be seen. Or so you thought, because as you grabbed your glass of wine you heard his voice.

‘’Well, I was not expecting to see you in such dress tonight’’

You smiled a bit shyly, hoping he wasn’t unhappy about your fashion choice.

‘’I felt this was the most appropriate way I could dress for such an occasion. Celebrating the arrival of spring is a festive day, and I felt that dressing in too heavy colors and fabrics would go against the meaning of the celebration’’

Elrond smiled and brought his glass to his lips, taking a sip of his wine.

‘’I agree, you made a good decision in wearing this dress, it’s very flattering’’

You thanked him and gently bowed your head to him, which he responded with an even wider smile.

‘’May I bring you elsewhere? There is something I would like to show you’’

‘’Show me?’’ you asked, a bit confused.

‘’Yes, I promise it is worth the sight’’

You were confused why he suddenly wanted to show you something, let alone be uniquely with you. Not that you never been in his company alone, but this was the first time he requested such thing.

‘’Well then, lead the way my lord’’

Elrond chuckled and started walking. While you two directed yourselves to wherever he wanted to bring you, Elrond couldn’t help but look at you, and how beautiful the dressed looked on you. By the same means, you were also looking at him, loving the color of his robe. He was wearing a light orange one, which is a color you rarely ever saw him wear and you definitely would tell him that it suited him, if you weren’t so shy around him.

You noticed that he was bringing you to the gardens, but through a hidden path. You were walking under trees which were blooming with their flowers, a few petals dancing in the wind above your heads.

‘’I never knew this path was here’’ you said as you looked around in awe at the sight.

‘’Very few people know of it, and I want it to stay that way, so that it’s more private’’

You nodded and he smiled. When you entered the garden, you saw immediately why he brought you here.

‘’I can’t believe it..’’ you said as you made your way to the hyacinths which were now in full bloom, earlier than their usual time.

You put your glass of wine down on a nearby rounded stone table and kneeled in front of the flowers, gently touching the delicate petals.

‘’Beautiful isn’t it?’’

‘’Magnificent’’ you answered, still not believing what your eyes were showing you.

Elrond watched you as you admired the flowers, and he smiled. Long has he been thinking of talking to you about his feelings, but he barely ever talked to you long enough to justify doing so, and he didn’t want to come forward and make things uncomfortable. But it was becoming harder for him, and he noticed himself trying to find any reasons to approach you. Today for instance when he saw you for the twelfth time of the day as he walked by, he stepped forward and reminded you of the feist. Mostly because he wanted to be sure that you would attend as he wanted to spend more time with you. And now, using the hyacinth as an excuse to steal you away from the others so that he could be alone with you.

Elrond put his glass besides yours and kneeled by your side. You turned your head as you saw his silhouette move and smiled as his knee rested on the ground. He smiled back and kept looking at you. Your eyes were shining so brightly in the moonlight, none of the stars in the sky could compare to those little constellations in your eyes, and Elrond fell even more in love with you. It’s in this moment that he knew he had to open his heart to you, and hope that you too would open your heart to him.

‘’(y/n)’’

‘’Yes, my lord?’’

You knew you could call him by his name, as he told you earlier today and a few other times before, but it felt wrong to do so.

‘’I have to speak with you about something, and I’m sorry if my words are unforeseen, but they must be told’’

You felt a ball form in your stomach and your throat tightened. Eru only knows what he was about to say, and you were nervous, terrified even.

‘’Y-Yes?’’ you stuttered, trying to stay calm.

Elrond took your hands in his and stood up, bringing you upwards with him so that he could look into those starry eyes of yours.

‘’I must confess that ever since you came here, I look forward to the next day, even more than before. I wake up in the morning thinking of one thing and one thing only, and that thought never leaves my mind’’ his hold on your hand tightened gently. ‘’You make my heart beat, meleth nín, you warm me and make me complete’’

You couldn’t believe your ears. Never in a thousand years would you have thought that Elrond, lord of Rivendell would have feelings for you.

‘’My lord..’’ you said, still surprised at his sudden confession. ‘’I can’t believe this.. Truly I can’t’’

You looked at your hands in his and then back at him.

‘’I never thought you would feel such emotions towards me, after all I’m just the daughter of a guard, I’m not of royal blood like you-’’

‘’None of these matters to me’’ Elrond quickly said, interrupting you. ‘’What I said, I meant it, I meant all of it’’

You looked at him again, his eyes were full of hope and it made a small smile draw on your reddish lips.

‘’My lord.. I feel the same way’’

Elrond smiled and brought your hands to his lips before giving a gentle kiss on your knuckles.

‘’Well then meleth, from now on please, simply call me Elrond’’

‘’I will, Elrond’’

[fumifooms]

I feel we talk and speculate about post-canon Marchil. But what about pre-canon Marchil? They may not yet know much about each other's personal lives by the time the story starts. But from the start we could already see that they have some level of rapport and are able to bounce off each other quite well especially given that they see each other as the saner party members.

But we know its not how they started especially given Chilchucks disdain for elves, and the fact that the previous mage/sorcerer of their party supposedly almost broke the party up with their love agendas.

How do you think it played out from there and getting to the start of the manga?

Pre-canon and early Marcille & Chilchuck

Yes, very interesting topic!! There are a good few moments that are telling imo. I don't have any fun way to introduce it all so let's just go right into it, it's gonna be a long post though.

Pre-canon

We do see how they start out:

Like you said, Chil, like the other party members, was very hesitant at first on trusting her, that she’d be a good fit for the party etc, though he doesn’t seem to be taking it any worse than Shuro and Namari (which is interesting since Chil’s distrust of elves is more prominent).

The distrust of mages for their party specifically was due to their old one, implied to have stirred drama by being a marriage seeker with every man in the party yes. We don't know the details but it does paint a certain picture I suppose, I really hope The Adventurer's Bible 2 is gonna have new info or pages about the old party members... Doing an analysis of the party configurations pre-canon would be interesting too, for example there’s the buzzcut guy that’s implied to have betrayed Laios and it’s soo cryptic but intriguing and implied to be a significant moment for Laios, would be worth analyzing the crumbs of info we get in canon... But yes yes point is that's one side of the coin, which is eased when the party gets used to Marcille and she earns their trust by being friendly and nice, BUT there’s the other side of the coin to it where magic has been used to persecute half-foots historically, especially by elves, so there’s that bias that remains even for a good part of canon for Chilchuck, and it's stated the most explicitly when he and Marcille argue over dark magic in chapter 34.

To go back to the pictures above, the panel that shows Marcille "working hard to befriend everyone" contextualizes the extra comic in Chilchuck’s Adventurer’s Bible section(the third picture above) to be set during that time of integration into the party for her. We see they indeed had already their comedic dynamic schtick down by then… And I think that makes sense. Even at the start of canon Chil is still adamant about not making friends and keeping emotional distance, so though I’m sure he was much more standoffish and quiet at first I think going from "I don’t know you and I’ll avoid you" to "I’ll engage with you but I’m not gonna be friendly about it" isn't a big jump and it would happen naturally with time as they get somewhat acquainted.

Chilchuck does value having a good professional dynamic, so he wouldn’t want to be rude or shoot her down, and it’s also that will to help a coworker be efficient that gets him to go out shopping for a pouch with her and makes her able to bond with him on that occasion (Yes I do want to make a fanfic about it hehe. He doesn’t like to wait after people but still went with her for a pouch isn’t that sweet). Considering the way she acts with him in that extra comic, she was already very open and didn’t mind overcrowding him and seeming eager and whatnot. Imo she already looked favorably upon him from the get-go because he’s "a kid" and thus sweet and cute™️, but I still think especially with the added context of the pages on her perspective that she was extra trying to be friendly and encourage engaging with her. Even at their "on good terms for work but no actual relationship" stage at the beginning of canon, Marcille worked to get there and to have that good (decent) of a dynamic with Chil.

Although I don’t think it was especially hard either, I just think it took a while for people to acclimate to her. A lot of the prejudices in Dungeon Meshi are eased and challenged through exposure and contact, like getting a scared dog to see you as safe. "Oh, this guy isn’t so bad after all, guess there are good ones -> guess they have a point -> guess that maybe they’ve always had a point and were never all that evil" etc etc, it’s more nuanced and has variations but hopefully you see what I mean, how prejudices are tackled in Dunmeshi is a very interesting & layered topic for another day.

Ah yes there’s also the extra above in which Chil says how awkward it is to wait with Toshiro and Marcille for the others to arrive, and though it certainly could be mostly about how Toshiro and Marcille don’t get along and that's what makes the air tense, I do think it shows a good level of distance and disinterest between them. It’s often referred to in canon that, previous to canon events, they all truly just had a coworkers dynamic.

Even just hanging out outside of work for a drink was very uncommon. The closest thing to a friend Chilchuck would see someone as in the party would have been Namari I imagine, since it’s shown a few times that those two did go out to drink after work a couple times and got along well (as per the extras about it and some small canon moments).

I think it’s very central to their dynamic at that point that their relationship is professional. According to the timeline it’s been around 1/1.5 year that Marcille has joined Laios’ party at the beginning of canon, and since they dungeon dive regularly that’s a good amount of time to develop a dynamic with a coworker. So yes I think a good way to frame their relationship is that they’re two coworkers, who have been working together well for a while but never developed it into a proper friendship, either from lack of interest or failure to do it, like two cashiers sharing the same shift. They have a bond forged in forced proximity and casual familiarity accumulated over time, which does make their relationship a bit unique and interesting since they would have never become friends under regular circumstances. They're like that sweet & salty sandwich that you have to give a chance to, that'll surprise you and have complementary flavors if you try it out despite seeming disastrous.

Early canon

Their early dynamic is super interesting though!! Both see each other as capable, which I do think is the foundation of their relationship early on, since Marcille thought of him as a kid too closed off on himself and Chilchuck saw her as a somewhat annoying person (afaik) and an elf mage (both which make her more distrust-worthy for him) which doesn't make them very friends material at that point. But like I said, they do see each other as capable not only in their job but with their respective strenghts:

Early on we get the sense that they of course have worked with each other for a while and have a good grasp on the other’s character though, and what they say is insightful on how they think of the other. Above, the excerpt is when Laios and Chilchuck come back with the dead Kabru party’s wet food. "She’s right that wasn’t okay to do. Not good I didn’t catch that, that’s Marcille for you." implying he sees her as sort of the moral compass of the team, that she’s strict on such things but seemingly he values it instead of being offput by it. On her side she says how "he’s usually the most mature here." This is in the kakiage chapter so she still fully believes he's a kid at that point, so it's interesting to see that she still recognizes his maturity demeanor wise.

There is respect there, however how kneecapped or begrudging it is. I think the "you’re the next most normal person in the party after me and you have common sense thank god" dynamic was mostly forged right from the beginning of canon but not before that, since Laios while yes still having some of his questionable leadership previously (since his part was losing faith in him before Marcille joined) was more stoic and controlled, so 1) there is no great evil to band up against in the party, plus there were just more people, so 2) less reason or occasion to seek specifically each other out. But then without Toshiro and Namari they were the only person the other had when Laios started showing his interest in monsters and whatnot, the whole party dynamic got thrown upside down which made them gravitate towards each other more than they usually did. And then Senshi came into the picture but Marcille and Chilchuck had already traumabonded like kittens /j and Senshi turned out to also have an interest in monsters. I do feel like pre-canon they simply didn’t interact as much, more one-off moments and short shallow interactions and the occasional deeper, pleasant enough conversation than anything, so canon events is what really kickstarted it into something more than (acquaintance level emotional distance) coworkers.

And on that note, I think that the true shift in their relationship starts after the red dragon arc, when their goal becomes more convoluted and they’ll have to stick to each other’s side through truly thick and thin. It’s right after that Chilchuck gets a shift in character and motivation where he admits that he cares about them, and when the characters start being overall more vulnerable with each other.

I think about this page a ton for example.

"Still, that Marcille…" Maybe I should check out how the original phrased it, the ‘that’ does add a lot, but even without it there's a very impersonal feeling to it. Like they really are just starting to get accustomed to each other after all and sizing each other up, which isn’t all that wrong considering the context of finding something very important about her out that would shift everyone's perception of her, but it does definitely show distance imo, even with this being after the dragon arc at chapter 29. He thinks of her as silly and sketchy at that point as per the scene with Leed... It's rocky, it's rocky, but they do hash things out together and continue to respect each other's perspective and points, as seen for eample how they strategize together when they meet Shuro and Kabru's parties. And yes, that's super interesting!! The scene after his talk with Leed where he admits he cares about the party member is the point where Chilchuck stops pretending to only be in it for the money and he lets himself bond with the others more, so it makes sense to me that he'd have processed the whole "Marcille dark elf" thing and moved past it, but it does show a lot of trust in Marcille that even despite her dark magic show he goes to her for strategy talk and like, doesn't worry about her doing faux-pas and getting themselves killed or in jail unlike with Laios or Senshi which he feels the need to monitor lol.

I think the bicorn chapter is the chapter that truly cements them as having a relationship in its own right. He opened up about himself and let her in on personal aspects of his life, and that makes him finally ready to fully drop the wall of "coworkers only, no friends nope, our relationship starts and stops at when we enter and leave the dungeon". And of course by the end he's straight up saying he'll introduce her to his family lol <3

Conclusion

So yes overall they do seem to know each other the way longtime acquaintances would, and they have a good grasp on each other’s character, but their vision of each other is severely kneecapped by other factors, Marcille seeing him as a kid and him having a bias against elves and mages and also just optimistic nosy people lol. Chilchuck is only interested in working with her efficiently, without making friends, and besides him being a coworker whose skills are very needed Marcille is only interested in him in a gossip curiosity way and in a ‘Aww I should make an effort to include the kid in things, he should open up more!’ patronizing and infantilizing way. You can’t really bond as an equal with someone you think is a kid after all, so early on it’s more of a caring after attention/interest she has for him, and the process of her growing to see him as an adult is very slow and gradual. They're tough to feasibly work with in a shipping sense early on, like yes ok they have very funny chemistry but at what cost... But I sure do love slow burns and complicated people growing to love each other through learning about them through thick and thin and compromising to better themselves and make it work, so!!

It’d be interesting to have marchil (wether platonic or romantic) fancontent exploring their pre-canon relationship, especially if we were to try and have them learn to know each other more and form a deeper bond and all, but it literally took all of canon to get them there. It took them having to do a desperate emergency dungeon dive with initially only 3 party members, where they don’t have any choice but to spend a lot of time in almost only each other’s company and have to forgo the usual boundaries, when fighting for each other’s lives and learning things about each other like being a 'dark elf' or a 'father of three'. It took 57 chapters and a lie-detecting virtue-detecting monster for him to open up about his wife and family, and who knows how long it’d have taken without that monster or without it having attacked him, serving as evidence that he’d been lying about it. Who knows how long he’d have been fine lying, y’know?? And learning that he cheated on his wife made her esteem for him tank, it’d have made them more tense with each other if anything if the bicorn hadn't proven his lie wrong. Beause it's def implied too that Chilchuck would have said that lie if super pushed int otalking about his wife, which would have happen with or without a bicorn appearing in their path right then.

In the end it’s like how Laios said, thank you Falin for being eaten, and thank you everyone for being the gender that you are, because if any detail had been different the adventure either wouldn’t have happened or would have happened very differently (worse). Best marchil slow burn is canon real?!! Jk there’s so much that could be done with them both pre-canon, during canon and post-canon, but yeahh they’re such complex characters with a complex dynamic that making it both organic and IC would be so hard. I do like the take that he is attracted to her to some degree though, and I feel like Marcille has a general curiosity and interest in romance and maybe experiencing it herself, so I wouldn't say that spontaneous interest would be impossible, but the biggest obstacle is Chilchuck's wife situation tbh because the man is planning on staying faithful and celibate right up to at least divorce if not his grave lol.

Now I do want to write a canon divergent thing where Chil refused to try and tame the bicorn and the party kept on thinking he’d cheated on her and the new dynamic with Marcille though… Eventually she wants to understand him and ask about it, and it keeps getting worse, before it starts getting better because this time around exhaustion caught up to him and he didn’t need the bicorn to make him admit he hasn’t… The whole end thing of his arc would have to happen pretty differently man, whew, especially since he has a complex where he doesn’t see himself as a good man, not virtuous or moral, cowardly and selfish etc etc, so without having a monster with its objective monster senses going "ew you’re a virtuous husband I hate u" it’d have been harder for him to truly consider that maybe the situation isn’t quite as hopeless as he thought and he should at least try blablabla. But Marcille is the next best thing to a bicorn, she can psychoanalyze him and hype him up, I have faith I have faith. Most feasibly though I feel like pre-canon fics with them would be ficlets of moments in which they unexpectedly interacted and went the small extra mile of going beyond small talk and both try to connect a bit, learning to know each other just a bit more, piquing interest or curiosity or making them re-evaluate each other, that’d be fun.

Like you said it's not a topic that's often analyzed and all, so I ended up going all out and being somewhat rambly... Apologies apologies, hopefully this wasn't hard to follow along with, and was good food for thought and had good points! Maybe it feels a bit far from your initial question that was only about going from their first meeting to the start of canon, but I feel like only analyzing their early relationship in that scope and consider the first hurdle in them growing closer fully over and done with doesn't encapsulate the core of their issues with each other and how they deal with them and eventually overcome them. It took a lot of time and insistance and efforts and for their prejudices to be challenged and proven wrong many, many times for it to truly stick and for them to be truly comfortable and open with each other. Early marchil truly has traumabonded retail coworkers energy to me lol, speaking from experience and traumabonded being meant as an hyperbole.

[whoschr]

AALE - a pjs smau

004. My #1 fan (written, 0.6k)

🌟 warnings. physical contact (hooking arms),, getting distracted in class, feeling uncomfortable by someone’s actions. (Tell me if I missed anything.

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C TALKS: this is so bad I literally went off 😭🧎‍♀️ I apologize

You and Jay arrived at school. Filled with laughter, the both of you laughed about the mess you guys faced at the bakery with the cashier lady earlier.

(Flashback)

“Woah, you guys are such a cute couple.”

“No,” Jay replied, laughing.

“We’re just friends,” you say, shaking your head, laughing.

(Back to Present)

Just as you gain stares from some individuals out and about to use the restroom, you check your watch. Class started 15 minutes ago, making you snap back at the current situation in time.

“We should probably start going to class. Do you know where your class is Jay? I can help you find yours. I will just run to my class after.”

He opened his phone, checking the student system online to find his class.

“It says I have Mrs.Yang right now.”

You gasped in shock.

“I have her right now too. What a coincidence.”

You guys walked to class together. Earning stares from everyone, Minji, Hayoon, and the other members of your friend group came to hug you.

“What took you so long” they urged, frowning.

Hayoon, who was next to Minji, spots Jay. Running up to him, she hooked her arm in his.

“Woah, you are a student in this class?” connecting a sweet tone after such a message.

“Yeah.”

Seeing the action towards Jay made your eyes widen, alongside hearing heavy breathing against your ear let out by Minji standing next to you. You knew in that instinct that she was angry. Luckily Mrs. Yang called everyone to their seats, stopping a possible blowout.

As roll call went through swiftly, Mrs. Yang announced a new student in the class, leading to Jay walking up to the front for his introduction.

“Hi, my name is Jay. Pleased to meet you guys. Please be well for the last weeks of senior year.”

“Do you have any perforations for your seating in the class Jay?”

“No, I am fine with anything Mrs. Yang."

“Ok, the seat in the back of YN will be your permanent seat from now until the end of the year.”

Maybe it is fate, almost as if all of the events following his arrival here in Korea were fate. The student who sat in his current seat left a few days before you first met Jay that night at your shared apartment with Hayoon. Yerin, the girl that used to live in his current space, moved in with her boyfriend a few days before his arrival. And now, he is here in your class, as the new student, who will sit behind you for the time left at uni.

As he made his way to his seat, he grasped onto the side of your desk, leaving a note behind on your desk.

You opened the note.

“I get to sit behind you. Such an honor.”

You laughed, covering your mouth, making sure no one heard you.

You wrote back.

“Woah, my number fan.”

Sticking the sticky note on the bottom of your shoe, you pushed your foot back for Jay to retrieve the sticky note with his foot.

After not hearing from Jay, you were scared. You hoped that none of your dry humor had hurt anyone, especially Jay, as he was the first ever guy you had spent time with a lot, other than your other friends like Jiwoong and Taerae.

Jay had given you an Airpods case with an Airpod in it. He somehow managed to get the kid next to you and his attention to giving it to you by passing it to him directly. Attached is the front was a sticky note.

“Put it on. I need to let you listen to my favorite song lately. Trust.”

So you put it on. Who could say no to Jay, Jay Park specifically?

The song began to play, fixating your attention not on Mrs. Yang but on the melody instead.

“넌 마치 운명처럼~” (You are like destiny)

“함께 있음이 자연스러워~” (Being together is natural)

Both you and Jay sat back in your seats, leading a smile as the song went on. It was a nice feeling, sitting there and savoring the moment in such distress.

[pencilsonic]

kamijirou fluff part 1 out of probably 2

slight swearing, idk word count, fluff

denki strolled over to the section in the classroom where all the girls were, occupied by momo, uraraka, tsuyu, and mina, with the intention of begging for help.

"hey girls..." he slowly slid into an empty desk next to them and crossed his legs for added effect. "denki... what so ever do you need from us right now?" mina says trying to hide a laugh when she sees his legs crossed. "well i was wondering if a purple-haired earphone lady was talking to anyone right now. i had some special plans regarding her. not in a weird way... that sounded weird. i didn't mean for it to sound weird oh my god," he started rambling on about how he didn't mean for it to come off sinister. "she hasn't told us about anyone, so i don't think so?" uraraka shrugged in response, "but she's mentioned one guy she has a crush on but didn't say anything else about it. said he was in our class but that's all we got out of her, trust me we tried!"

"oh.. so what i'm hearing is i shouldn't ask her out on a date? like there's no chance she'd even look my way i don't even know why i'd ask. like she's too out of my league for me to even think that. yeah i don't know what i was thinking when i thought that i could even take her out," he was cut off sharply by mina's palm hitting the side of his face. the class went silent and everyone turned around to see denki clutching his cheek, "sorry, carry on!" mina says, which proctors everyone to just shrug and go back to what they were doing. "OW??" denki exclaims, still holding his cheek. "sorry you were rambling and i was sick of it," she shrugs and sits back down next to tsuyu.

"i say you should take your chance! break is soon so if she rejects you, you won't have to see her for a week!" momo says in a cheerful tone, which makes denki sulk. "thanks guys," he turns to walk away and nearly runs into someone. the purple-haired girl in question, actually. "oh hey jirou!!" he started awkwardly laughing and definitely sweating too. "hey denki, what were you guys talking about?" she said as she walked past denki to get to her desk. "uhh i don't know! wasn't listening! sorry, bye!" he ran off to meet back up with kirishima, bakugo, and sero with mina and uraraka giggling as he ran off.

"bro why are you out of breath, we're inside," kirishima asks when denki finally makes it back over to them. "i just ran away from a horde of zombies you guys better be careful!" he got out in between breaths and finally could stand up straight, which didn't last long because bakugo punched him in between his ribs for making a dumb joke. "so did you get anything out of the girls?" sero asked once denki was done wincing, "uh, yeah i got that she has a crush on someone in the class but they don't exactly know who. so if i ask her out i would make a complete fool out of myself."

"okay denki, let's think about it," kirishima starts to say and take a deep breath before finishing, "who would jirou like in 1-A?"

"todoroki, iida, tokoyami, ojiro, sato, bakugo, izuku, sero, kirishima, mina, momo, uraraka, tsuyu, hagakure, koda, shoji... i can only rule out mineta and aoyama," after denki finishes his long list of names kirishima only sighs.

"you forgot someone other than mineta, and aoyama," sero says and earns a confused look from denki. "you, dipshit," bakugo says with his hands stuffed in his pockets. denki didn't even have to use his quirk and he looks like he short circuited, "you think so..?" he says in the most questionable tone you could use.

"bro just ask her out and see if she likes you back or not, yolo!" kirishima drops his hands on denki's shoulder in an effort of giving him some confidence.

"yeah i'll think about it later."

LATER THAT NIGHT!!

"okay, i'm gonna text her and keep you guys updated. got it?" denki says to sero and kirishima through the phone, "alright man, good luck!" kirishima said in his speaker, followed by sero, "when'd you even get her number?" he quickly hung up the phone and went to type in jirou's number. he was hesitant to send the first message but eventually just sucked it up and sent it.

after he finished texting jirou, he went straight to his group chat with bakugo, sero, and kirishima.

denki: GUYS!!!!!!!! U WONT BELIEVE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

kirishima: what happened bro dont leave us on this cliff

sero: pls spit it out we're all dying rn

bakugo: what

denki: WERE BASICALLT GOING ONA DATE THIS WEKENED

sero: wtf dym BASICALLY.. u either are or ur not

denki: i asked if she wanted to go get food this wekene dand she said yes tso basically we are right.... shes also sending me the englihs hw i forgot we had

kirishima: thats definitely a date bro! just a watered down one

bakugo: it's something alr

sero: go get her tiger!!

(this was like thursday night and i'm skipping over friday getting straight to the weekend, thanks! >_<)

SATURDAY!!

denki woke up with more energy than ever. minutes after waking up, he grabbed his phone and shot jirou a message.

he had two hours to get ready, and do whatever he wanted. in those two hours he sat on his bed and watched the time tick by as slow as ever. he was already dressed and completely ready to go, all he needed to do was stop by the store before he got to the cafe and he was ready to see jirou. and eventually, when the time finally came, he got up and started to leave.

okay i'll do part two tomorrow/later td and can we pls look over the fact i had the text colors backwards idk what i was thinking pls