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miyaniacs · 3 years

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The One Night Stand pt. 6

Toji Fushiguro x fem!reader / Satoru Gojo x fem!reader

Part 1 ; Pt. 2 ; Pt. 3; Pt. 4 ; Pt. 5

A/n: anddd angst is hereeeeeee - feedback is always welcome :) it act hurt to write this lol can you tell I had a small mental breakdown yesterday haha but at least it helped to write this chapter here :)

Warnings: angst; not proof read; nsfw ( minors do not read this), usage of the word whore, rough / angry sex

Characters: Toji Fushiguro x fem!reader , Satoru Gojo x fem!reader

Form: oneshot / short story

The whole ride home you stayed quiet. The image of Toji and the other women kissing, just wouldn’t leave your mind. And it did not stop there.

Your mind is creating all those scenarios. Scenarios that tell you that whenever he was on the phone, when you were with him, he was texting her, telling her about how badly he wants to see her again, telling her when you’d leave so she can come over. Him telling her about how bad you are and annoyed, her laying in his arms, naked with her perfect body, laughing about how pathetic you sound. How pathetic you ARE. Crushing on your best friend, fucking with another that is way out of your league, who’s probably just doing it for laughs. Who are you kidding? He definitely did it just for laughs. Saying all those things to you, to get a reaction out of you, just so he can make fun of it later on with her - or even during it, texting her how stupid you are. How fun it is to mess with you, how you started to look at him differently. How he waits at the door when you left, just to wrap his arms around her small frame, just seconds after you left. His hands on her thighs, lifter her up, placing his lips on hers while carrying her inside, laying her down on the bed, you were in just minutes ago.

Hell he was probably seeing her whenever he was away for missions.

Have they all been missions? Or was it just a weekend he wanted to spent with her and get away from you?

But... how are you to judge? You used him... to get over your best friend... And ended up falling for him instead. You never even questioned if he has someone else. You’ve been totally egoistic the whole time, he could have been in an open relationship with her. Toji isn’t one to tell you things by himself, but you never even thought of asking him?

All you did was use him, complain to him and in the end just leave.

Are you really in the position to cry now?

You feel a soft hand touching your arm.

“Hey, were back home.” You look into the blue eyes of your... boyfriend? Can you really consider him as your boyfriend, knowing that you stopped loving him weeks ago? Even before he officially became your boyfriend?

“Satoru.. I - “ His hand cups your cheek and you stopped talking.

“Let’s get inside... I feel like we both need to confess things.” He smiles sadly.

So here you are now. Sitting on the couch in his apartment starring at his inhumanly blue eyes, waiting for him to start talking.

“So... I’m not blind. Even tho most of the time I look like I am..” he jokes, but quickly stopped the second he sees your emotionale expression, “ Well... I know you like him.” He licks his lips and avoids your gaze.

“Satoru... look I’m sorry, I did not plan on playing you... I - I really thought that I still love you.” You whisper and fiddles with your fingers, “ I’m sorry for hurting you.”

“You did not... I- I’m actually relived.” He sighs and looks down. You’re eyes shoot up and you stare at his face.

“What?” Your body begins to shiver as you watch his lips open, the words leaving them seem unreal. Your brain refuses to accept that this is the truth, but the way he looks directly at you, his eyes showing nothing but honesty, you start to shake.

“How long did you plan to keep this act up?” You whisper.

“I hoped that it wouldn’t be an act the whole time... and that I learn to love you ... the way you do.. or did.” His eyes study your face, looking for any sign of emotion. Your eyes get glassy. Your body shakes. Your mouth is slightly open, but no words leave your lips. The tears now run freely down your face.

“Hey... Y/n..” He tries to pull you into a hug, to give you the hold and safety his hugs always provide you, but you quickly jump up and step away from him.

“Don’t touch me.” you’re voice shakes and is barely over a whisper, yet he heard your words and sees the hurt in your eyes. “Just.... don’t - don’t talk to me again... I - just leave me alone.” You walk backwards, your hands grab your hair, your brain can’t fully understand everything that is happening right now.

Gojo on the other hand knows exactly what is happening.

And he feels his heart break.

He is loosing his best friend.

The one person that always stayed at his side, since school you where with him and you stayed. You stayed during the whole mess his life used to be, or is.

You were the only person the felt comfortable with to truly open up to.

“Y/n... please. Don’t leave. Don’t leave me.” He whispers and stands up, still keeping his distance from you.

“DO YOU FEEL LIKE I WANT TO STAY WITH YOU NOW?” You scream, all your emotions crushing down on you all at once.

“No - no... just - it’s late, just stay here and I leave... I’ll stay away for how long I need to ... I don’t want anything to happen to you...” he looks at you with pleading eyes.

“HOW DO YOU THINK I CAN STAY HERE - IN YOUR HOUSE...where ... where everything reminds me of you...” you whisper the last part. Your hands grab the handle of the door, taking a deep breath you open it and look over your shoulder.

“Goodbye Gojo.”

“How long?” He whispers, his voice shakes.

“I - I don’t know.” You say and look at his eyes, tears running down on both of your faces.

Then you close the door and hurry out of the apartment complex.

On the other side of the door, Gojo collapse.

All of his muscles gave up working, he simply lays on the floor, not really able to breath, thanks to the knot in his throat.

He lost you.

He lost his best friend.

The person he saw himself still joking around when you are both old and your hair colors would finally match.

But he failed. He wanted to give you everything, make you happy, he would have done everything for you, not caring about his own feelings, he just wanted you to be happy.

You - the person he cares the most about.

But at the end, he hurt you and he lost you.

Lost you like he always looses everyone close to him.

With all the strength he has left, he takes out his phone and calls the only person he trust with all of this mess.

“Gojo. It’s 2am. And I just came back home.What do you want.” Nanami sighs.

“Please, find Y/n.” He whispers.

“What? Shouldn’t she be with you?”

“I- I told her...” his voice breaks.

“I’ll save the whole ‘ I’ve told you this would happen’ speech.” Nanami sighs. Why does he have to be involved in this mess.

“Nanami please, I don’t want anything to happen to her.”

“I’m on my way.” Nanami hangs up and puts on his shoes.

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Why did you left him.

Yes what he did was wrong... but his intention wasn’t... you should not have been so hard to him. Not after all he had to go though... and after all he did for you.

He was okay with giving up his ‘hoe’ life just for your happiness.

Also... are you really okay with loosing your best friend?

You need him. And you know he needs you too. You two have always been there for each other, he trusts you and you trust him. You’re actually questing if you‘ve ever really loved him the way you felt you did. The feelings you felt for him and the ones you feel for Toji are … different. Maybe you never really loved before … and truth to be told, you longed for that feeling of someone loving you. Of someone holding you at night, kissing you, of not being alone when you make dinner… of not feeling unloved.

Maybe … your brain really just made you imagine those feelings for Gojo … yes you love him. And he loves you … but at this point … you realize that it’s the same way you love an family member… because that’s what he is for you… family.

Should you just walk back and talk things out with him.

Yes. Yes that would be the most mature thing to do.

But - no . You decided to be childish and let him suffer.

You don’t want to be the one who apologizes, yet you know that he will also not come and beg on for your forgiveness. Not because of his ego... but because he knows how much he hurt you and he doesn’t want to cause you more pain. So at the end you’ll have to go back to him.

Talking about going back... where are you going right now?

Looking around yourself, you groan.

No.

No .

NO.

Why the actual fuck did your feet walk you over to his.

But... but maybe it was meant to be?

Looking up you see light shining through his window.

Should you just... walk up... and knock in his door?

But what if she is still there, what if she opens the door, in one of his shirts, looking flawless, while you stand there, red puffy eyes, your make-up smudged... No. No you will not be that desperate.

Looking around you spot a bench and sit down.

Your eyes are fixed on the window and your mind starts creating scenarios again.

What is he doing right now? You really want to believe that he’s alone - nether the less your mind won’t let you.

In your head he’s laying in his bed. The women straddling him, running her hands up and down his tones body. Her lips leaving marks on his neck, his eyes are closed, yet the smug smirk is still visible on his face.

His hands grabbing her hips, grinding her against him, a deep growl escapes his lips, as she sits up, bouncing up and down on him- the sound of your phone gets your back to reality.

Without looking at the ID you answer your phone, hoping you’ll be able to hear Tojis deep voice.

“Y/n.”

“Nanami?” You blink a few times, not expecting him to call you at this time of the day.

“Where are you?”

“Home.” You lie.

“No you’re not. I’m at your home and you’re not there.” He sighs, “I know what happened. So where are you?”

“Did Gojo ask you to find me?” You roll your eyes.

“Yes. He’s worried about you.” He says in a calm voice.

“Wow isn’t he a wonderful person.” You roll your eyes.

“I am too. I just want to be sure you’re save.” He says sincerely.

“I am. I just need some time alone.” You sigh. The light in the window went off.

“... I don’t feel good with leaving you alone at night in this city.”

“I promise I’ll call you when I don’t feel save.” You smile.

“... I can’t convince you to let me pick you up?” He sighs again.

“No.”

“... well... just don’t go to inside.” He hangs up.

You look around confused and see the silhouette of a men walking away.

He knew exactly where you where.

Why are you not surprised.

Then you see something moving in the corner of your eyes.

There’s a person walking - more like storming out of the building.

The clicking of her heels echoes though the street.

Her long dark hair, flows in the wind, even now her hips sway perfectly even with her aggressive walking.

Was this the women from the bar?

Does this mean he’s alone now?

‘Don’t go inside.’ You repeat the words Nanami told you over and over - as you make your way towards the entrance.

From the distance Nanami watches you. He knew you wouldn’t listen. Looking up he shakes his head, again why is he involved in this. Or better - why did he let himself getting involved in all of this.

“Gojo.”

Another man steps out of the shadows.

“How long have you been here?” Nanami asks.

“I followed her.” He admits.

“And why did you call me up then?” He looks at him annoyed.

“In case she needed someone to talk …” Gojo stares at her figure entering the building.

“Do you think it will end well?” He looks at Nanami.

“Depends on how stubborn Fushiguro will be.”

“So I’ll better stay in case she ends up crying again.”

“You think she’ll want to see you then?” Nanami raises an eyebrow.

“No… but at least I can teach him a lesson for hurting her.” He says and his lips form a tight line.

“… I don’t think you’re in any position to judge.” Nanami shakes his head, “Go now. I’ll stay a bit longer.”

“But -“

“No. Go.” Gojo sighs and turns around.

“Gojo - I know you think you’ve lost her as your best friend … but I don’t think that’s the case. At least not for too long.” Gojo stops for a seconds, his eyes lightning up behind his glasses.

“I hope you’re right.” He says and leaves.

- some time before -

This doesn’t feel right.

His hips slam against her ass, one of his hands grab her waist, the other her hair.

Whenever she moans, he feels like throwing up.

Her voice sounds so wrong.

His hands release her body and grab her face from the back, shoving his fingers in her mouth, trying to muffle what ever she’s saying. Closing his eyes he tries to ignore who is fucking, one of his hands moves down and wraps around her throat. Pulling her towards him, her head falls over his shoulder, while he mercilessly continues fucking her. Some inhuman sounds leave her body, while Toji let’s all of his anger out on her.

He knows it’s not you, but with his eyes closed he can project all of the imagines of you, which he saved in his mind, on this girl and hopefully be able to reach his climax soon. Your beautiful face, the way your lips part whenever he touches you at this one spot, how beautiful his name sounds whenever you moan it…

“Omg Tojiii - I missed this so much.” She moans. Opening his eyes he grits his teeth.

“Shut the fuck up you stupid whore.” He says and the hand around her throat tightens.

He really tries to imagine it being you that’s being with him right now, but he can’t.

She doesn’t look like you, doesn’t sound like you, doesn’t feel like you - she’s simply isn’t you.

He let’s go of her face and throat and pulls out of her.

Trying to catch her breath she looks at him confused.

“Toji? Babe?”

Not even sparing her a glance he gets up and puts on some sweatpants.

“Not in the mood.” He huffs.

“Let me help you get into it thennnn.” She crawls over the bad and her hands reach to the hem of his sweatpants.

“No.” He steps back and grabs her clothes throwing them at her.

“Leave.”

“What?”

“I said leave.”

“But - but daddy we always had so much fun together …” she smirks and looks up at him.

“I said. Get. The fuck. Out. Of. My. Home.” He growls.

“Is it because of that slut?!” She angrily pulls on her dress, glaring at Toji who pulls out one of his cigarettes.

“Wow. Haven’t you told me at first that you’re just messing with her to annoy this guy with the white hair ?! And that I’m way better in bed than her?!” She huffs.

“I lied.” He says and blows the smoke in her face.

“Oh so some ugly fucking slut stole your he-“

Tojis grabs her face, squishing her cheeks inwards.

“I dare you, Max, call her a slut one more time.” His green eyes glow as he pushes her away, making her fall back on the bed.

“You bastard.” Max says and slips in her heals storming towards the door.

“Don’t call me again - like ever.”

“Never did - you were the one blowing up my phone ” He laughs as she slams the door.

Turning off the lights, he sighs and falls down on his sofa. His head rolls back and he stares at the ceiling.

He shouldn’t have left with her.

Deep down he knew that this would help him getting over you.

He looks at his phone.

Should he just call you?

No. You’re probably busy with Gojo right now.

His heart stings at the thought of it.

One of his hands massages his temples. He can’t stop thinking about you.

Oh how he wished that you were here with him right now.

In his arms, telling him about anything and everything.

Every second he spends with you seemed so easy and peaceful. He never felt that way since he lost Megumis mother.

A knock on the door interrupts him from fully embracing this depressed episode.

“I TOLD YOU TO LEAVE MAX!” He screams angrily.

“Toji… ?” A soft broken voice calls out his name and his eyes shoot open.

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saltedpeppermintmocha · 3 years

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how sweet it is (to be loved by you) - todoroki x reader [chapter 2/8]

Summary:

You are the head baker and owner of a struggling bakery. When pro hero Creati comes in for a wedding cake, of course you accept.

As a business owner, you are excited about the boom in profits resulting from the publicity of working a hero wedding.

As a baker, you are ecstatic to work on an extravagant cake - your most ambitious one to date.

As a woman, you are terrified as you begin to grow feelings for the one person you REALLY cant: the groom.

NOTES: NO infidelity, NO cheating, NO divorce!

Chapter One

MATURE : MINORS DO NOT INTERACT // 18+

Four Months Before the Wedding

“Hello.”

His voice is deep and his words soft-spoken. He politely kicks his winter boots against the mat at the front door and takes another step into the bakery. The movement causes flakes of snow to detach from his hair and flutter to the ground around him. It’s almost magical, like a scene from a fairytale. Wow. You can’t help but stare.

The man is tall -more so than you’d thought from the rare interview you’ve seen of him- and impeccably well dressed. His expensive-looking navy coat is long and chic, somehow managing to fit both his smaller waist and powerful shoulders. It’s probably tailored. You idly think of your coat hanging in the back: an item you’ve had for about five years now that definitely looks its age. What wouldn’t you give to be one of these rich people that for some reason seem to be visiting your bakery recently.

That thought brings you back to reality. Right. Pro hero Shouto is in your bakery.

Why is he in your bakery?

It slowly dawns on you. Rich people. The wedding. “Oh, you must be here for the cake.”

“I am.” He nods, looking around the little front area. You feel a little self-conscious, hoping that everything he sees is up to his standards. “Forgive me, were you about to close?”

“No no!” You wave your hands as he turns to look at you. “It’s okay! This actually works better, we can discuss everything without being interrupted.” Walking over to the door, you flip the sign over to ‘closed’ and gesture towards the seating area. “Please take a seat. I’ll go grab my stuff and be right back.”

Turning on your heel, you head for the back room without another look back at the hero. Instead of going straight for your wedding binder and notebooks, you lean against the nearest wall and place your head in your hands.

Oh my god. Shouto Todoroki is the groom.

Somehow, this wedding is an even bigger deal than you thought. Obviously, any hero wedding became an important event, but you had thought (hoped, even) that maybe Creati was marrying a civilian or a lesser-ranked hero. The wedding would still be a big deal, but you were confident in your ability to handle it. Shouto Todoroki, a beloved hero in the top 15, is definitely not what you were expecting. This wedding is bound to be huge in a way that you definitely had not prepared for.

The hero profession is a solitary one. Pro heroes rarely date, and if they do it is a very secretive affair. It is extremely dangerous to date a hero and those brave enough to try become an instant target for villains. This target only gets bigger the higher the hero’s rank is, and most top heroes don’t even try.

Thinking about it, you can’t really think of any of the top 10 heroes other than Creati (apparently) who are in a relationship. Sure, there were rumors about the number six hero Deku and the number twenty-four hero Uravity, and Endeavor must have had someone if he has kids but-

Oh.

Oh no.

Oh no no no.

Todoroki is, well, a Todoroki . He is Endeavor’s son. The terrifying number one hero will probably be at this wedding. The number one hero will probably eat your cake. And if it’s both Todoroki and Yaoyorozu’s wedding, you can bet that a bunch of other big-name heroes will be there as well. Your vision swims as pressure pushes on your shoulders. How can you even begin to deliver a cake up to this caliber? You might be good, but you’re just one person.

You’re going to need to block off more days.

After what is probably a suspiciously long pause, you manage to calm yourself down enough to push off the wall to grab your binder and notebook. You pause before heading out to the front area, taking a deep breath to steel yourself before walking out.

Todoroki has found a small table near the window. He has partially turned away from you, face resting on his palm as he looks out to the snowy street. He has taken off his scarf and coat, both draped carefully over the back of his chair. How does he manage to look so elegant while doing something so normal?

You pinch your thigh. Stop it. You can’t think this way about him. You have to be professional. He is a client. He is a married man .

“Sorry for the wait!” You call out, heading over. He turns to look at you as you sit across from him, placing the binder and notebook on the table. You take this opportunity to introduce yourself properly. Up close, you find him even more handsome than before. Those dual-toned eyes are calm and watchful, and his sharp features have a symmetry to them that would not look out-of-place on a Vogue Japan photoshoot.

“Nice to meet you.” Todoroki gives a polite smile, shaking your hand when offered. It’s quite cold. “I believe Momo has already spoken to you about the general idea.”

“Yup!” You nod, taking the moment to open your notebook. “Unless things have changed, we’re still going for a five-tier cake.” Glancing up, you wait for him to nod before continuing. “What design are we thinking of?”

You look down, ready to write quick notes on whatever design has been chosen. This is the part you’ve been both excited for and dreading the most. Normally, you are extremely excited to get a design and to work to bring that design to life. You live for the expression you see on the client's face at their first look at the finished product. This time though...you’re nervous.

The design that is chosen will either make or break your next few months. If the design is easy and normal, you will be able to complete it on time with confidence. If the design is unusual and complicated, you honestly don’t know what you are going to do. This cake has to be perfect down to the smallest details, and you have to balance your time between the cake and running the store. Maybe you can hire another baker on a contract for help. Hmm.

After a few moments of no response, you look up. “I don’t know.” That normally blank face seems unsure. His mouth pulled into a small frown.

“You...don’t know.” You blink. That’s a bit weird. “Okay...I just thought that you would have a bit more input.” He is the groom, after all. You didn’t think Yaoyorozu was the kind of woman to insist that only she had input in these matters. Wait. Was that rude to say? You decide to push past it for now. “No matter, as long as we can get the full contract done for today I’ll be happy. I’ll need the design elements as soon as possible though if we want them to be completed on time. Some parts will probably need a lot of planning. Do we know the flavour or flavours yet?”

“No.”

You suck in a breath through your teeth. Calm, be calm. “ Okay. I’d like to set up a taste test of the top requested flavours, so that you can get an idea of how the cake will actually taste and make the final decisions. I’ll need to do that as soon as possible.”

“I understand.” He nods, a bit stiffly.

“Do you...have a date in mind?”

He gives you a surprised look, two-toned eyes flickering over you. “...for the wedding?”

You sit up straight. “No!” What the hell? Did he think you were propositioning the groom to his own wedding? “You obviously have a date for the wedding. For the taste test!”

“Oh.” He replies simply, not seeming to understand the absolute absurdity of his own question. “No, I will likely not be involved with that. I only came today as a favour.” A favour?

Todoroki takes note of your confused expression and explains. “They got held up by the villain attack.” Oh, that makes sense. Yaoyorozu must have gone to help the others. The U.A students tend to appear whenever possible to help each other out. You think it’s sweet that they have such a strong bond after graduation. You don’t really talk to anybody you went to school with anymore.

His explanation does give your meeting a bit more context. If Yaoyorozu is ‘in charge’ of the cake, and Todoroki did not expect to even be meeting you, you can’t really get too annoyed at him that he doesn’t have the answers. At least he showed up and didn’t leave you wondering if you’d been stood up by the heroes. In the end, you decide to table the question about the cake tasting date, but underline it in your notebook. You’ll need that, soon.

The rest of the meeting goes smoothly. The two of you go over the contract in as much detail as possible. While it is extremely unorthodox for you to leave blank spaces in your contracts, you are sort of forced to do so in the areas of flavors and design. In the end, the hero couple is paying over double the amount you would normally charge for the cake. You can’t imagine any crazy design or flavour going over that cost. Neither hero seems like the crazy type of client. You’ll be fine. Hopefully. If you’re wrong then...well...you’re kind of screwed. The publicity has to be worth it.

After only about an hour of discussion (you really don’t have too much to go over, with Todoroki knowing nothing about the design or flavours), the meeting is over. You close your notebook, stand up and offer a hand to shake to end the meeting. Todoroki stands, shaking your hand with his cooler one. He assures you that somebody will reach out to you soon about the needed elements. You hope you’re right.

“I am sorry that I kept you after hours.” He says as he gracefully slides on his coat, glancing outside. “I hope you don’t have too far to walk.”

You shake your head. “Don’t worry, I actually live upstairs.” Something flickers in his face that you can’t catch.

Then he nods. “I see.” He wraps his scarf around his head, somehow managing to look both cute and attractive. He heads towards the door, the bell chiming as he opens it. “Goodbye then.”

“Goodbye!” You smile and wave. “Be safe out there!”

You watch as he leaves, completely still until you can no longer see the red and white hair out the window. Letting out a deep breath, you sink back down into the chair.

Well, that sure was something.

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You’re not sure exactly what prompted the suddenly quick response after so long of nothing, but some of the information you need comes the very next day.

It’s early morning. The store has just opened, you can hear the slight bustle of your loyal morning folk as they come to get their breakfast. Your morning worker -a young man named Tanaka who is almost scarily jolly in the morning- welcomes everyone with his juxtaposition of a voice: booming yet somehow soft.

You have been down at the bakery for hours now, getting the first round of bread, pastries, and other necessary items complete before opening. It’s a lot of work, but you can’t complain. At least you still have work. You have just finished a batch of your personal favourite, rosemary goat cheese croissants when your phone rings in your pocket.

Pulling your phone out of your pocket (the thing has been covered in flour before, it’ll be fine), you check the contact name.

[ Contact: C Manager ]

Your eyes widen, and you instantly accept the call. With one careful eye on your ovens, you walk over to a nearby wall and lean against it. “Hello?”

"Good morning.” The soft voice of Yaoyorozu chimes in on the other end. You straighten a bit, surprised to hear the hero directly. “My apologies for Shouto the other day. I understand he wasn’t too much help to you.”

“No no, it’s okay!” You gesture with your hands, realizing afterward that she obviously doesn’t see it. “He was really kind, and we still got some work done.”

“I see.” She hums thoughtfully on the other end of the phone. “Well, he did mention that you were getting stressed about certain elements of the cake. Is that correct?” Oh no. You hope she doesn’t think you’re being rude.

But she doesn’t sound annoyed or frustrated at you. If you had to guess, her tone sounded more amused than anything. You bite your lip before answering. “Ah, well...I don’t want to pressure anyone. I just need to get started on certain things or it won't be done in time.”

“Yes, I understand.” She responds. “I figure I can give you some of the design ideas now if that works?”

Oh, hell yes! “That would be wonderful!” You can’t help but smile. Finally. “Do you want to meet somewhere?”

“Unfortunately, no. I’m caught up in this-” She pauses as a loud sound comes through the phone. “ thing at the moment. Will you be amenable to me giving you the details over the phone?”

“Oh, yea! That’s okay.” You push off the wall and rush towards the office area, grabbing the newly named ‘Y&S Wedding’ binder with your flour-covered hands. It’s fine. You anchor the phone between your shoulder and your face and grab a pen with your other hand, opening the notebook to the ‘design’ page. “Okay, what do you got?”

The cake turns out to be pretty normal as far as wedding cakes go, which you are extremely thankful for considering everything. It is a five-tier cake, classic white with cascading pink flowers and green stems/leaves. That is...definitely doable. You can ace this. Thank god. Relief hits you hard in the chest as you write it down.

“Is there anything extra that either party would like to be added?” You ask, your tone dipping into complete professionalism as your mind has a mini-party at the relatively easy design. You doodle a happy face beside your notes.

“No, that is alright,” Yaoyorozu replies. “It was a struggle already to talk him down from some of the crazy cake designs he had in mind to something more...appropriate.” A pause. “Not that any of the ideas were bad per se, but I don’t think the wedding is the place for a giant All Might statue cake.”

Your mind-party screeches to a halt. What?!

“He...wanted an All Might cake?” You ask in disbelief. That doesn’t sound like Todoroki at all. Maybe it was a way to ‘get back’ at Endeavor? There have been plenty of rumors over the years about that relationship, but they team up enough now that most have been pushed to the side.

“Yes, well, he adores the man.” She says it with a fondness that seems almost inappropriate considering your current state.

You think of the calm prince-like man from the day before. Could he really be that big of a fanboy of a hero like All Might? It just doesn’t compute. They were so different. You really can’t picture it. Still, it’s not like you really know Todoroki. Maybe he has some secret obsession or something.

Somehow, you feel like you’ve gained some insider knowledge. The press would pay a good amount for something like this. Not that you ever would go to them, ew. Actually, would they even believe you if you did? It was so absurd.

You realize that you have disappeared into your own thoughts. A big no-no when on the phone with a client. You pull yourself back. “Thank you for the design! I will get to work right away. Do we have any idea when we can do a cake tasting? That is the last big milestone here.”

“I’m sorry.” She responds, sounding truly apologetic. “It’s...difficult between all of our busy schedules. I promise I will work to get something set up.”

Well, honestly that is all you can really ask for. You thank her for the information and her time. The two of you say your goodbyes, and hang up. For a moment you stare down at your notebook in surprise. This is not how you expected things to go. It’s early, and you have a lot to do today. You already can tell you will be partially distracted, your brain trying to figure out the specifics of the design.

You smile. In the end, finally, you have something you can work with.

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1 Week Later

Ten minutes before closing (of course) , the bell above the door chimes. You can’t see who has walked in, your back to the door as you wipe down a table. You take a brief moment to close your eyes and breathe before turning around.

“Good evening!” Your customer service voice is normally on point -the stuff of legends really- but this time it becomes higher-pitched at the end.

Shouto Todoroki stands in your doorway. Again.

After the last meeting, you truly didn’t expect to see the man again until his wedding (maybe not even then). He didn’t seem to have any input in the cake decisions, nor did he seem to care about not having any input.

“Oh, hello again.” You smile, fighting to keep your voice steady as you shove the cloth in your apron pocket.

“Hello.” His mouth ticks up in a soft smile.

“Were we supposed to have a meeting today?” You ask, pulling your phone out of your pocket to look at the date. No, you don’t think there was a meeting scheduled. You see Todoroki shake his head in your peripheral vision. The hero politely kicks his shoes on the mat and takes a few more steps into the store. Heterochromatic eyes look around for a moment before catching on to something to your right.

“Then what can I do for you today?” You ask politely, following his line of vision to your display case. “Here for a snack?”

Those eyes look straight back at you. “I want to order another cake for the wedding.”

What?! Your heart plummets. Another cake?! This late?! When you’re already having trouble getting the specifics on the first one?!

Todoroki seems to notice your panicked expression, hands going up in a calming gesture. “Not a large cake, but one of those small specialized ones.”

Your panicked thoughts pause. Wait. “Do you mean… a groom's cake?” Please be a groom's cake. You can make a groom's cake.

He nods. “It’s a surprise.” A surprise? For Yaoyorozu?

“Uh, sure. I can do that.” You reply. “Hold on a sec.” Instead of going for your physical notebook in the back, you decide to simply bring up the note app on your phone. It’s not as professional, but it works in a pinch. “Is there a theme?”

“All Might.”

You blink slowly, mouth opening in surprise. All Might?!

The conversation with Yaoyorozu comes to the forefront of your mind. Is he...really just an All Might fanboy? That seems so wrong, somehow. You narrow your eyes at his blank expression, considering him.

“...you must really like him, huh?” You whisper.

Todoroki tilts his head a bit to the side, eyes narrowing in confusion. “He is a very good teacher.”

...is that enough to get an entire cake based off of the man?!

A long moment passes where you both stare at each other, neither seemingly sure of what to say. Eventually, as the professional you have to break the tension. “Well, okay. I can definitely do that. Groom's cakes tend to be relatively small and fun. What elements are you looking for?”

“I will leave that up to you.”

“Uh, are you sure?” That is a lot of power he is just handing you, especially when he seems to care so much about the retired number one hero.

“You are very highly recommended by the Uraraka’s.” Do the Uraraka’s know everybody?! “I don’t really...have an eye for design either way, and as the wedding gets closer I feel like I may become too busy.”

“That makes sense.” You mumble, writing down on your notebook app. Weddings are normally difficult things to plan, and you can’t imagine the amount of stuff necessary for a large hero one. If he wants you to design the smaller cake, you can do that. Your mind is already pulling together a few ideas. Similar to the large cake, you’ll need to make this one amazing. “What budget are you thinking?”

“Is 50,000¥ enough?”

Startled, you look up. 50,000¥ was a lot for a groom's cake. You want to tell him so but said groom is no longer in your line of vision. Glancing over to your right, you find the hero looking into your display case. He seems to care very little about the amount he just mentioned (ugh, rich people) so you simply say. “Um, yeah...that’s enough.”

You walk closer to the man, wondering why he seems so interested in the unsold pastries. “You are about to close, but there are so many left.” He looks up as you get closer. “How much longer will they last?”

Stopping to stand about a foot away from the man, you also look into the display and frown. “Oh...yeah, they are probably going to be thrown out, sadly.”

“Why?” At his soft voice, you glance over at the hero. Your eyes lock with two-toned ones.

“I try to sell the leftovers at half-off the next day, but they still barely sell.” You shrug. “I try to give as much as possible to the local shelters, but it isn’t always possible.” Looking outside at the hail coming down, you know you won't make it there today.

“Do you always make too much?”

“No.” You sigh, looking back at the sad, unbought pastries. “We used to be much busier, a year or so ago, but that chain bakery opened down the street and took a lot of my customers with it. Sometimes I still find myself baking as if it’s as busy as it was a year ago, just on habit really.”

There’s a long silence. Then, “I’ll buy them.”

Your eyes widen as your head swings towards the hero. “What, all of them?!”

“Yes.” He nods.

“No no no you don’t have to do that.” You find yourself saying, hands waving uselessly in front of you. “I wasn’t trying to pressure you or anything, it’s okay. You don’t have to-”

Todoroki shakes his head. “No, I want to.”

He looks straight at you, eyes telling you that he won’t back down from this. And well, you’re really not sure why you are refusing him. Maybe it’s the worry that he thinks of you like a charity. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

The next five or so minutes are spent with you packing up every last dessert and pastry into bags. Todoroki will need to use both arms to carry them, but the man doesn’t seem concerned. You are about to put the last rosemary goat cheese croissant away when he interrupts. “Wait, can you leave that one out?”

“Oh, sure.” You reply, placing it on a napkin as you close the paper bags on the counter with a piece of tape.

Todoroki reaches forward, his hand grabbing the croissant with one hand and bringing it to his mouth. One bite, and small parts of the flaky pastry flutter to the ground. You don’t mind, it makes you happy that the croissant lasts the entire day. Also, his wide-eyed expression is adorable.

He chews a bit more and swallows. “It’s good.”

“Thank you.” You smile. “You don’t have to say that, you know. I won't be offended or anything.” Okay, a bit of a lie. You adore those croissants.

“I’m not lying.” He insists, two-toned eyes staring straight at you. “It’s really good.”

His eyes are a bit more intense than normal. You look away, your cheeks warming a bit at the complimentary words. Shit, no. Married man. Nope. Not going there, even for a second. “Well, thank you.” You even your voice and continue packing the bags, keeping your eyes away from the man.

Once done, you carefully slide the bags across the counter towards him. “Here you go. Do you need help taking them anywhere?” Your professional voice is back.

Todoroki gives you a weird look, taking the bags in his hands. The croissant he was eating is mysteriously gone, although you notice a small crumb on his cheek. You look away. “No, I will be okay.” His deep voice echoes a bit in the small room.

After a brief moment, he walks towards the doorway. “Thank you for coming!” You call out, not moving from behind the counter. It’s safer here. “I’ll get started on the groom's cake right away! If I see you again, I’ll run my ideas by you.”

“I’ll come again.” Todoroki looks back with a small nod. “I hope you have a good night.”

The hero leaves as quickly as he appeared, disappearing out of sight only moments after he exits the bakery. If you had a chair behind you, you would sink down into it. As it is, you rest your hands against the counter in exhaustion.

These heroes were taking a lot out of you. Damn.

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2 Weeks Later

You stare up at the imposing building ahead of you, dread pooling in your stomach. The building itself was a hotel, tall and beautiful in architecture. That doesn’t matter too much though, you’re not exactly here for the hotel. No, you are here for the fancy-as-hell restaurant at the top: Eragawa.

Even the elevator to the restaurant is fancy. Luckily you are alone in it, so you are able to stare and judge your reflection in the mirrored walls without anyone seeing you. You frown, using your free hand to try and pat some of the flour off your shirt and organize your hair a bit. It doesn’t work, you already look extremely out of place.

It’s not like you wanted to be here at this fancy restaurant in your work slacks and shirt covered in various ingredients. The day had started normally, with you planning to spend your free time getting caught up on overdue paperwork. However, a text early in the morning ruined that plan.

[ Contact: C Manager ]

C Manager: Creati will meet you at Eragawa today at 7:30 p.m for the taste test.

Truthfully, you were starting to get a bit annoyed. The manager never asked your opinion, or even if you were free at the time they wanted you to be. They would always just make plans without you. You understood that Creati must have a really busy schedule right now, but damn . Still, it’s not like you could refuse. You had been waiting for this for a while now.

You: Okay. Thank you!

So, you had spent the rest of the day busier than ever. In between baking and managerial duties, you had to make a variety of cakes and icings in different flavours. Since you didn’t have any idea of where to start, you picked the most common flavours for her to try. It was... a lot to do on your own, and not for the first time did you wish you had some sort of assistant.

By the time you had everything ready to go, you had just enough time to make it to the restaurant. Knowing how impossible it had been trying to get this cake tasting appointment in the first place, you didn’t want to risk anything by being late. You had no time to shower or even change out of your work clothes. You simply grabbed the container of cakes, threw on your old coat, and ran out the door.

Now, though, you wonder if maybe it would have been better to be a bit late. The elevator door opens on the top floor, revealing a modern-looking restaurant in dark colours. You clutch at the handle of the container and look around. Wow. Nobody here looks like they would be caught dead in anything not a designer brand.

The hostess looks you over with a critical eye as you approach, but smiles and welcomes you nonetheless. “Good evening! Welcome to Eragawa, how can I help you today?”

“Um, hello.” You smile awkwardly back. Even the hostess is dressed nicer than you, damnit. “I’m with the Yaoyorozu group?”

The hostess blinks slowly at you. “Of course. Please wait here for a moment.” She turns to disappear into the back, another host taking up her post. You shuffle to the side of the waiting area and look around. The restaurant just screams ‘posh’ with its white tablecloth and candles and napkins folded into roses. You’d bet those glasses are made from actual crystal too. Damn.

The elevator door opens again as a group of well-dressed men and women walk in. You lean into the wall, trying to make yourself invisible to the other customers. It doesn’t work, and a woman in a fancy dress looks down her nose at you as she passes. The host takes them immediately to their table. Figures.

Eventually, the hostess you were talking to returns. “Please come this way.” You notice her smile is a bit larger this time as she leads you through the dining room. Quite a few patrons give you odd looks as you walk by, clearly not used to someone covered in powder walking through the area.

The hostess leads you past the dining room to a hallway in the back. You have just enough time to wonder if you are being taken out back like some sort of mafia movie before she stops at a door. She turns and opens it, bowing low as she gestures for you to go inside.

You walk through, eyes wide. Somehow, the private room is even more extravagant than the dining room. It’s dark and modern, like the rest of the restaurant, with giant windows overlooking the city. A beautiful crystal chandelier hangs from the tall ceiling. In the middle, two people sit at a round table. They look up as you enter.

Yaoyorozu’s eyes widen as she takes you in. You offer her a sheepish smile, before glancing at the other person. He looks at you with a carefully blank face, but you know he must be thinking something by the way those heterochromatic eyes flicker up and down over you.

Both of them are dressed beautifully. Yaoyorozu is in a gorgeous maroon dress and Todoroki in a light-blue button-down shirt and dark pants. They look properly dressed for this occasion.

Somehow, you feel even more embarrassed. Your cheeks warm a bit as you take a step into the room. “Um, hello.” You attempt a smile. “Sorry if I’m late, I just closed the bakery. Hello again, Yaoyorozu, Todoroki”

“Were you unable to get someone else to close the shop?” Yaoyorozu asks. If someone else were asking, you’d assume it was some sort of dig. Instead, she honestly just sounds concerned.

“I would if I could.” You reply, placing the cake carrier on the table. “Unfortunately, it’s just me.”

The two of them share a look that you can’t decipher. You just hope that you haven’t somehow embarrassed them. “Anyways,” You begin, trying to lighten the mood. “I come bearing the best gift of all, free cake!” Not much of a reaction there. Maybe a free cake to a rich person isn’t as great. Hm. “I’m actually glad that both of you could make it, this way we know for sure that the cake is up to your standards.”

Yaoyorozu looks at the carrier on the table. “Should we wait until after dinner?”

“Ah, I actually have food at home.” You lie, wringing your hands in your lap. There was no way you are staying here. It is too awkward. “If you like, I could leave it with you and head out? I won’t be able to stay though.”

“I see.” Todoroki replies, sharing another look with Yaoyorozu. “Then, shall we begin?”

The cake tasting goes...weirdly. While you have brought a wide variety of selection, the two come to a decision within the first three cakes. Their final decision doesn’t even come from one of your options but is rather a mix of a few they haven't tried yet. In the end, they decide on a vanilla cake with both a strawberry and matcha layer in the middle. They decide on it quickly, too.

“Do you want to try the samples I have?” You point to your cake options with strawberry and matcha. It’s a smart move. For all they know, you suck at these flavours.

However, Yaoyorozu simply shakes her head. “You are recommended by the Uraraka’s.” Her mouth ticks up as she looks over at Todoroki. “Plus, Shouto brought your desserts to the agency a few weeks ago. They were a resounding hit. I am confident in your abilities to pull this off.”

You turn to Todoroki, eyes wide. “You did?!”

He nods. Your mind blanks for a second at the implications. A bunch of heroes eating, and liking your desserts. That is really cool. Still, there is a very different matter at hand. “B-but those are pastries and desserts, not cakes.” You try to get them to see sense. The cakes are right in front of them, why are they messing about?

“It will be okay.” Yaoyorozu nods. “And, well, to be honest I do have another meeting I need to attend.”

Wait, what?

Didn’t they want to have dinner? Why is she leaving? You blink in confusion as the woman stands up. She looks over to Todoroki first, smiling, before turning to you.

“Good night you two.” She says kindly as she turns, walking out of the room with only the clicking of her heels audible. The door closes softly behind her. You stare at it for a moment, mind a whirlwind of confusion and disbelief.

“What just happened?” You turn back to look at Todoroki. The man is also wide-eyed, staring at the door. “Uh, are you okay?”

That seems to shake him out of it. Heterochromatic eyes shift to you. “Yes.” He nods. “We should also leave.” The hero stands up, grabbing his coat from the back of his chair. It’s the same long navy one you admired the first time you met him.

“Um, okay?” You reply, confused. Oh god, you hope you haven’t done something to somehow ruin their entire night. Dread curls in your stomach as you pack the cakes back up into the carrier

Todoroki leads the way back to the elevator. Yaoyorozu is no longer in sight, probably long gone by now. The staff seems as confused as you feel as you leave, sending odd looks to each other. Your stomach tightens a bit more.

It’s only when you reach the elevator that something clicks in your head. You were dining with two heroes, who both suddenly started acting weird. Really, there is only one explanation you can think of: there’s a villain nearby.

Your heart pounds heavily as you enter the elevator, clutching the carrier tighter in your hands. If there is a villain nearby, why didn’t the heroes evacuate the restaurant? Maybe it’s not safe. Maybe they have to wait for more heroes or a hero with the right quirk?

Despite having lived in Musutafu for most of your life, you’ve never been too close to a villain attack. You have always counted yourself lucky in that way, but maybe your luck is running out. You glance over to Todoroki at your side. The hero doesn’t look any particular way, that blank mask still on his face.

The two of you exit the elevator and head out of the hotel lobby. There is a distinct lack of heroes or police outside, which surprises you. Yaoyorozu must have called for someone, right?

Todoroki leads you across the street to the nearby sidewalk. “What do you need me to do?” You whisper as you finally come to a stop. “Do you want me to call the police?”

“The police?” He looks down at you, tilting his head slightly in confusion. Then his eyes narrow. “Is something wrong?”

Is something... not wrong? You look back up at the hotel, where everything seems completely normal. There is no screaming, no fighting, nothing. Oh.

As the panic subsides, another layer of embarrassment begins to creep in. Were you really freaking out over nothing??

“I-uh, thought that since we booked it out of there so fast, something had to be wrong.” You look away and try to explain, face warming. “Maybe like a villain or...something.”

“Ah.” He replies. “No, nothing like that.”

“Then...why did we leave?” You risk a glance back up. Todoroki is still looking down at you, expression once again soft.

“You were uncomfortable.” He replies simply.

You can’t even deny it. “So we left?”

“So we left.”

Well, damn. That’s sweet. “But...what about your dinner?”

He pauses, looking around. “Where do you want to go?"

“Uh, I have food-”

“Don't lie.” He interrupts, looking back at you. “You spent your whole day working and baking these cakes. You didn’t even have the time to change before coming here. There is no way you had time to make food.” That’s the most you’ve heard him say at once. Huh. And well, he’s right.

“I could have leftovers?” You attempt, knowing that you’ve been beaten. Your shoulders slump a bit as you consider arguing more. Who are you to be eating with a hero anyways? But...you are tired and hungry. All fight drains from your exhausted bones as you look up at him. You think about potential places as you look around. Honestly, you haven’t been to this part of town much (other than a few fancy dinner nights with your ex, but you don’t want to think about that). Todoroki waits patiently as you think.

“Well...I know one place.” You finally say. “But I’m not really sure if it’s your style.”

“It’s okay.” He shrugs. “I’m sure it's good if you like it.” Oh god. Why does he say those things? You hide your flushed face by walking away. The hero falls into step beside you, seemingly content to let you lead the way.

Walking with Todoroki at night is an ethereal experience. You know it will be a part of your dreams for years to come. Both of you are quiet, taking in the scenery as you walk. It’s cold through your thin jacket, and you shiver a bit at first. It’s a bit weird, but after a few moments, the temperature seems to rise. You put it down to scientific anomalies.

“There it is.” You point out a small stall half-hidden on the street. The two of you make your way over to the small. You keep one eye on the hero, ready to abort at the smallest sign of hesitation from the man. This is definitely not his usual scene.

When you are almost there, the man pauses. You turn, looking up to his face. “Todoroki?” The hero looks surprised, eyes wide and staring at the name of the stall.

“It’s perfect.” He responds, before starting to walk again. His pace is faster than normal, and you have to actually speed up to keep beside him.

As you finally make your way up to the soba stand, you call out. “Hey Haru!”

Haru -a middle-aged man with a bald head- looks up, smiling big when he sees you. “Hey! I haven’t seen ya sorry face ‘round here in a while. How’ve ya been? Come ‘ere to chat with this old man?” His eyes then catch on Todoroki. “Ah, I see.” His smile ticks up into a smirk.

Your own eyes widen. “No! It’s not what you think, Haru. We’re just here to eat.”

Haru doesn’t look like he believes you but lets it go. “Havin’ the usual then?” You nod. He turns to Todoroki. “And fer you?”

“Do you have cold soba?” The hero asks, taking a seat on the stool next to you.

“Hah! Do I have cold soba?” Haru replies sarcastically. “‘Course I do!”

“Haru makes the best soba on this side of the city.” You say, looking up at Todoroki. The hero looks down at you, and his expression makes you pause. His face is soft and kind, eyes glittering with delight. He smiles.

Your stomach flutters. You push it away and smile back.

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Match-Up #2

To follow the example of the previous match-up, this time @readerinsertfanfiction submitted a form for @silhouette-of-a-dream .

Be warned, this contains spoilers for main routes.

I love you too, Nemo, haha. Thanks <3 Sorry for bad timing, but oh well, it all ended up well. ^^”

Hmm.. I think some of those qualities could be both great assets and grave flaws, depending on the relationship. Being caring, nurturing, empathetic and altruistic could make one an incredible source of support - however, I reckon that this “resource” isn’t infinite. In other words: I think that being matched with a person requiring some level of help wouldn’t be a bad idea, but a person who requires constant, ongoing support could be... Draining? I could see a person with said qualities getting so invested into assisting somebody that they would forget about their own needs... As such, I reckon, an equally giving partner would be appreciated.

Shingen (+) Hideyoshi (+) Nobunaga (-) Mitsuhide (-) Mitsunari (-) Kenshin (-)

Additionally, given your creative side, I’d say a person at least somewhat vaguely interested in all sorts of art could be a good fit.

Shingen (+) Masamune (+) Yoshimoto (+)

I can see that several of those flaws revolve around experiencing and being prone to experiencing immense amounts of dread/anxiety (serial worrier?). As such, I reckon that the suggested suitor shouldn’t add to that... Which, of course, given the setting isn’t possible.

All suitors are disqualified.

Now, that this terrible joke is out of the way: as such, I’m going to consider only the suitors who willingly endanger themselves for the sake of the “greater ideals” (loyalty, the good of the clan/being a perfect leader, peace) and who may not change their outlook on things, at least not completely (read: they surely will try, but taking such risks will most likely still occur). (Note: Shingen is not included, as I do presume part of the driving force behind his actions is him dying of a terminal illness. Once this condition is dealt with, he does not seem to be comparable to the other mentioned suitors, at least in my opinion).

Hideyoshi (-) Masamune (-) Mitsuhide (-)

Given her having a tendency to feel strongly... I think a suitor in good contact with his feelings may be preferable.

Masamune (-) Nobunaga (-)

I presume that partners unable to understand cynicism should be removed too...

Mitsunari (-)

Given Jules being insecure, I reckon an openly supportive suitor may be appreciated.

Shingen (+) Masamune (+)

Likewise, I also do presume that a character who ends up changing his mind about his outlook on life and moves on from his grief may not be a bad idea.

Kennyo (+) ?

To counter the nervousness, suitors with calming presence may be a good choice. Conversely - nagging and overly melancholic people, begone.

Shingen (+) Kennyo (+) ? Hideyoshi (-) Yoshimoto (-)

1st Summary:

Shingen ( + + + + ) Kennyo ( + + ) Kenshin & Hideyoshi ( - ) Nobunaga & Mitsunari & Mitsuhide ( - - )

READ THE REST OF THE MATCH-UP & THE CONCLUSION BELOW THE CUT.

Points distributed for likes:

Shingen ( + + + ) <- Shingen, he does appreciate art, family Masamune ( + + ) <- gardening, he does appreciate art

(If you were surprised - yes, Masamune gardens. Source: Mitsunari’s romantic epilogue).

Points distributed for dislikes:

Mitsuhide (-) <- abuse of any kind (torture) Nobunaga (-) <- mainstream

Additional points distributed for issues that may stem from mentioned dislikes:

Yoshimoto (-) <- yes-man (? with the way he initially pursues his role as the leader of a dying clan and wishes for it to bring him to his demise; Mitsuhide’s route). Masamune (-) <- abuse of any kind ( while he does not support any form of abuse, but he’s capable of rationalizing it, especially if it affected him. Him being emotionally removed from the matter and his partner being emotional, I could see this leading to rather heated arguments or simply being a point of conflict, even more so since some of the previously abusive people are still part of his life. It could end well, but it could also not - I consider it a gamble).

2nd Summary:

Shingen ( + + + + + + + ) Kennyo ( + + ) Masamune ( + ) Yoshimoto & Kenshin & Hideyoshi ( - ) Nobunaga & Mitsunari ( - - ) Mitsuhide ( - - - )

Only characters with ( + ) by their name will be considered in the final stages.

None of the remaining suitors meet any of the dealbreakers.

None of the remaining suitors fall meet any of the pet peeves.

Does that mean there can’t be too much Shingen fanfiction or else it would become mainstream?

Points distributed for wild cards:

Shingen (+) <- adopting people Kennyo (+) <- adopting animals (in a way? He was shown to care for a wounded cat).

Shingen (/) <- alike to Comte, he can sometimes be rather enigmatic, perhaps not so much in a shady way, but oh well.

Final ranking:

Shingen ( + + + + + + + + ) ( / ) Kennyo ( + + + ) Masamune ( + )

Shingen:

If one were to humour the idea of playing alongside with Shingen’s flowery speech, then perhaps they’d describe the man of interest as rock that withstands any storm. To a certain extent, this statement wouldn’t be too misjudged - Shingen does radiate an aura of maturity, he’s intelligent and dexterous enough to handle plenty matters on his own, his presence is calming and, if everything fails, his dad jokes can always lighten the mood. However, all stones erode and he does not give himself a high enough priority - as such, an equally giving and loving partner, perhaps one who’d be able to talk some sense into him, would be a treasure.

For somebody to grant him a family would be Shingen’s greatest dream - and if it came true, he’d surely work to maintain it. Yet any home is just as peaceful and happy as the people inhabiting it. If he could make you see yourself through his eyes, he would - so that you could see all the amazing things he notices. So that he could show you how removed from truth are your insecurities. Meanwhile, he himself could probably get some help in learning to love himself and prioritising his own needs.

I could see health concerns being a possible starting point for arguments. Remember to rest your personal Shingen whenever it’s necessary, he shouldn’t overwork himself. Also, please, let him recover after the surgery, ffs. Free time ideas: baking and cooking together, working together in a shared crafting&art space, strolls through the town/alongside the shore/ just anywhere your feet would take you, relaxing in hot springs

Kennyo:

A gentle soul that was shattered may never be returned to its original state... However, it does not mean it is devoid of what it used to be. With his face split in (ugh, forgive me) almost equal “ “halves” “ , he appears to be a walking metaphor of his emotional state - part of him thinks only of revenge, while the other, compassionate one, is hurting as a result of him trying to abandon it. A person reminding him of who he could become, someone inspiring and with feelings strong enough to reach him? Such a person may be able to lure him out of his self-imposed prison, be it with care and affection or discussions and pointing out flaws in his reasoning. Whichever it would be, the kind, gentle, compassionate man is still residing inside of him - moreover, he’s showing his true colours unprompted just as well.

Kennyo does have a certain aura of maturity. He suffered plenty and as such, can understand pain well - and if he ever were to overcome his own, he’d gladly lead a hand in moving forward past any anxieties. He has fought enough as well. He’s knowledgeable and cares deeply, even if he shows it in the little ways. As for what could he gain... Well, acceptance and warmth, something he deprived himself of.

Possibile issues may initially arise around him claiming that he is a demon. However, if his shell was cracked, he wouldn’t be able to hide his true nature anymore - and perhaps with enough patience, he’d grow to accept it as well. Free time ideas: going on forest trips (perhaps foraging as well), reading together, snuggling into him while he tells his stories, drinking tea outside during summer evenings

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Baby Crazy

WinterIron, 8k, E, crack | AO3

This is partially because of that video of Sebastian Stan being cute with a kid, and mostly because my friends are terrible influences. By which I mean they’re the best and I LOVE THEM. Here’s some crack. I’d say I’m sorry, but I’m really not. No shame 2020.

For some reason, the children of New York love Bucky Barnes. It’s heartwarming to witness, and it’s making it really hard for Tony to ignore his gigantic crush on the man. Especially because Tony can’t stop suggesting they maybe have a baby together. The rest of the Avengers just want a vacation.

Despite popular belief, Tony does actually think before he speaks the majority of the time. Maybe that doesn’t include when he’s a little slap happy after a fight, but he feels like that should be forgivable. Especially when he’s watching Bucky oh so gently hand a sniffling toddler back to a sobbing mother, and Bucky has to extra gently loosen the kid’s tiny fingers from his tac-vest. There’s only so much Tony can be expected to stand before his brain just checks out.

Tony leans heavier against the concrete barricade in the middle of the street and, completely without thought, quietly sighs out “ugh, just put a baby in me already.” Apparently not quietly enough though, because Bucky’s head snaps up and around to look at him, eyes wide and, if Tony’s not mistaken, the faintest hint of a blush across his cheek bones. Tony, on the other hand, has a horrible feeling that his own face is bright red as he ducks down behind the barricade with a grumble of “stupid enhanced hearing.”

It would be so much less suspicious if Tony could just play it cool, wave and wink and play it off as a joke instead of some kind of weird gut reaction that he really has no idea where it came from. But no, Tony has a big stupid crush, even worse, he has actual adult feelings, and he has already proved himself incapable of ‘playing it cool’ around Bucky. Mostly at this point Tony is just aiming for ‘not a complete idiot.’

He has a terrible feeling he’s failing miserably, and not just because he’s currently crawling away along the ground behind the barricade. “Don’t judge me,” he says as he crawls past Natasha, because he really does not appreciate the scathing look on her face. Then she shakes her head sadly, which is somehow worse, and Tony pouts as he continues his totally manly and mature crawling flee.

He spends the rest of the day avoiding Bucky, telling himself it’s fine. It’s all fine. It’s just because his head got rattled around in that last fall, he’s not obsessed with the idea that Bucky would make a great dad, that Tony would really like to see that up close and personal. Nope, not even a little bit. This isn’t a problem.

And it wouldn’t be a problem, right, Tony says weird shit all the time, it should be swept away under a constant stream of other weird shit, except... Tony can’t seem to stop doing it.

No one is exactly sure when or why it happened, but somehow the Winter Soldier has become the favorite Avenger among the children of New York. Tony gets it, he really does, Bucky has the whole ‘strong silent’ thing going on most of the time, he’s cool and sweet and just the right amount of a smartass. (It’s possible Tony is projecting, just a little bit.) But then the problems began when the kids actually started to approach Bucky, because nothing could have prepared Tony for the sight of Bucky crouched down and patiently letting a bunch of kids poke and prod at his arm.

Tony was already compromised, how could he not be, watching as Bucky smiled gently at an adorable group of children, but then Bucky had looked up and met his eyes, looking confused and excited and terrified and a million other things all at once. A million things that Tony could read in an instant and he’d immediatly lost himself in about a thousand different day dreams of raising a family together, what the fuck.

It had really forced Tony to deal with the fact that his ‘stupid crush’ is more ‘actual adult feelings that will never go away and will probably eventually ruin his life’, because there’s nothing like watching the man he’s terrifyingly in love with interact with small children to finally and officially ruin his denial. Tony had spent two days locked in his lab stress-building after that little revelation, ignoring the fact that apparently he’d been spending so much time with Bucky lately that Tony was missing him after even a couple hours, and come out of the whole thing almost convinced that he would be able to handle this. He could act like everything is normal, like nothing had changed.

Tony had been very, very wrong. He cannot handle this, and he absolutely cannot act normal. How can he possibly act normal when the second they leave the tower to get some lunch Bucky is swarmed with excited children, and Tony gets to watch Bucky’s small grin bloom into something wide and warm and soft? Tony is only human, okay. One of the kids tugs at Bucky’s pant leg until he kneels down and lets the kid whisper something in his ear, and Tony whines under his breath as he clutches at his stomach.

“Bruce help,” he mutters, quietly enough that he almost definitely won’t be overheard this time, “I think my ovaries just exploded.”

“I’m not that kind of doctor,” Bruce responds absently, and then apparently actually registers the sentence because he looks up from the takeout menu he’s been pouring over to fix Tony with a flat look. “You need help,” he says seriously, “please just talk to the man like a reasonable person.”

“About putting his baby in me?” Tony asks hopefully, then pouts when Bruce just shakes his head and walks away.

“I’m going to get lunch, you can join me when Bucky’s done with his newest fans and you’re ready to act like a human,” Bruce calls over his shoulder, heartlessly.

Tony’s head whips back around at the sound of Bucky’s quiet, rumbling laugh just in time to see the kid’s face light up proudly, and Tony makes another strangled sound deep in his chest.

As a general rule, Tony does not enjoy PR stunts. He just might be able to excuse this one though, seeing as how it is in Central Park, and he gets to actually enjoy some sunlight rather than being shoved in another room full of socialites. And this one is for children, who Tony generally like way better than socialites or the press anyways.

It is both a gift and a curse, really, because now Tony is sitting at a picnic table watching a bunch of giggling kids braid flowers into Bucky’s hair under a tree about thirty feet away. Flowers. Into Bucky’s hair. Tony is charmed, and a little jealous, sure, because he wants to play with Bucky’s hair too damnit, but mostly Tony is just hopelessly charmed.

Tony groans pathetically for the third time in as many minutes and slumps down across the table, barely avoiding face planting into a half eaten cake that, ironically, has all their faces on it. "Real question,” Tony says out loud to no one, “do you think he'll have my babies?"

"I don't... think that's possible, Tony," Steve says slowly, and Tony jumps a little because he maybe forgot Steve was there. When he looks up Steve is making a weird scrunched face, like some kind of prude, as he says “what-"

"Then I'll have his babies, I don’t give a fuck," Tony huffs, dropping his chin to his crossed arms and fixing his eyes back on Bucky. Who is now letting a beaming little girl place a flower crown on his head and Tony doesn't even care that he’s probably going to have to pay for all those ripped up flower beds.

"I don't... think that would work either,” Steve says, breaking into Tony’s swooning again, “seriously, what-"

"But,” Tony interrupts, raising one finger as he turns back towards Steve, “what if he fucks me really, really hard?”

"I don't think you know where babies come from," Sam says and Tony jumps again, because when did Sam get here?

"You wont know if you don't try," Clint points out cheerfully, and when did that asshole get here?!

"Don't encourage him, I don't want to think about any of this," Steve says with a groan, pushing away his plate of food.

Tony finally sits up properly to look around the table in confusion as he asks "when did you assholes get here? Don’t you need to go charm parents or something? I already did my shift.”

"We've been here the whole time, man," Sam says and great, now they're all giving him weird looks, "you need to get it together, there are kids around."

"He needs a basic sex ed class," Clint says, and when Tony looks over Clint is rearranging the remainders of the cake to Frankenstein together what’s left of their faces. Tony doesn’t understand how he’s the weird one here.

Tony has a response to all of this negativity, it is a clever and scathing response and he forgets it instantly when Bucky turns towards the table, waving at them with the chubby little fist of the kid he’s now holding in his arms.

Tony slumps back down across the splintery wood with a garbled groaning sound that turns into a sigh of "fuck I want his babies inside me so goddam bad."

"Gross," Sam says while Steve makes exaggerated gagging noises and pushes his plate further away. “Man up,” Sam says cryptically, patting Tony on the shoulder and Tony groans again. At least it’s followed by the sounds of everyone getting up and finally leaving him alone to his misery / daydreams of how adorable babies made by Bucky would be.

At the sound of approaching footsteps Tony looks up again to ask if they’re sure he can’t have Bucky’s babies only to squeak instead because oh look, it’s Bucky. Still holding a child, both of them smiling hopefully at Tony and Tony’s heart lurches dangerously in his chest.

“Hunter here has something for you,” Bucky says, his voice soft in a way Tony has never heard before and the kid nods eagerly before wiggling around to dig his little hand into the giant pocket on his tiny little cargo pants. Bucky has to shift his grip constantly to keep the kid from tumbling out of his arms as Hunter pulls out a sheet of paper folded over itself multiple times and Tony’s not about to sob, he’s not. Everything is fine.

It’s a welcome distraction when the kid abruptly throws his weight forward, arms outstretched, and Tony has to reach out to grab him as Bucky makes panic face and just tries not to drop the over-excited kid.

“Woah, okay, what do you have for me?” Tony asks, twisting sideways on the awkward picnic table seat so he can settle the kid in his lap and then help to unfold the paper.

It turns out that what Hunter has is an impressively and hilariously accurate drawing of their fight with the giant frog last month, and Tony instantly loves it. He loves it more and more as the kid stutters through an explanation of every painstakingly included detail, like Thor covered in slime, and the exact moment Tony came bursting out of the frog’s chest in a spray of red crayon.

“Hunter, I can’t lie to you,” Tony says seriously once the kid has finished explaining that the Hulk is purple because his dog ate the green, “this is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Amazing. Are you sure I can keep it? This should be in museums.”

Tony grins wide when Hunter bursts into delighted laughter, pushing the paper harder into Tony’s hands. When he looks up again Bucky is still standing there, smiling down at them all soft and warm, purple and yellow flower crown sitting a little lopsided on his head, and Tony’s heart lurches again.

"Are we ready to go?" Tony asks, looking around one last time even though FRIDAY has already confirmed they’ve successfully rounded up all the tiny, vicious alien mice.

"Almost, Bucky is taking pictures with a couple kids who snuck past the police barricades," Natasha says, looking entirely too proud of random thrill-seeking kids as she points somewhere behind Tony.

Tony does not turn to look, because that sounds dangerously adorable, and instead just tips his head back with a heavy sigh as he asks "but when is he going to give me a baby?"

"What was that?" comes a voice from behind him, and Tony spins on his heel so fast the armor gouges into the street a little to find that yep, Bucky is right there with an expression that Tony kind of wants to call bemused teasing. Or maybe just confused amusement.

Tony definitely can't run away this time, mostly because the stupid tiny alien mice got into his boots and chewed up the important wires. He’s also pretty sure he can hear Natasha snickering at him, so he figures hey, fuck it, might as well double down. “I said," Tony repeats with an over-exaggerated roll of his eyes, "when are you going to give me a baby?!”

He’s not sure how he actually expects Bucky to respond to that, because Tony has not thought this through at the fuck all, but he’s definitely not expecting Bucky to look surprised for a split second before giving Tony a smirk that is honestly filthy, how dare he make that face in broad daylight. “Maybe once things calm down at work,” Bucky says lightly, patting Tony on the shoulder as he walks past on the way to the transport vans.

“Some of us aren’t getting any younger here!” Tony calls after him, and it’s probably ridiculous to want to pout just because he couldn’t actually feel Bucky’s hand on his shoulder through the armor. He is anyways though, because frankly it’s way easier than dwelling on the fact that okay, apparently they joke about this now. That definitely won’t make Tony’s problems worse or anything, not a chance.

“Well you certainly look like ya are,” Bucky says, pausing to toss Tony a wink before clambering into the back of the van.

Tony is too busy stuttering and blushing to notice he’s moving, and then he’s walking straight into the side of the van with a tellingly loud clang of armor against metal. Natasha outright laughs at him, and Tony is pretty sure he can hear laughter from inside the van, too. Life is so unfair.

“You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?” Steve demands with slowly dawning horror.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Bucky says flatly, but Steve is not an idiot, and he absolutely sees the way Bucky keeps glancing across the road as he hoists a laughing child up to sit on his shoulder. In fact, Bucky appears to be staring straight at Tony, who’s slumped back against his parked car with an expression that Steve wants to call half pain and half longing. And half stupid.

Steve has already had more than enough of this, thank you very much, but his attempt to storm off down the street is thwarted by Tony chasing him down, clutching at his arm, and frantically whispering “I want his baby.”

“It doesn’t work like that Tony,” Steve says miserably, trying and somehow failing to pry Tony’s grip loose, “that's my best friend, please stop saying these things to me.”

“Okay, but I want it,” Tony whispers back, clearly not listening at all and still staring at Bucky with wide eyes, “I want his baby inside me, and I want him to put it there. Vigorously.”

“Please go back to whining about how pretty his hair is, that was way better than this,” Steve begs, which are some words that he never thought he’d say and these pining morons might actually be the death of him. He never thought he’d miss the days when they just silently made heart eyes at each other from across a room.

As they both watch Bucky boosts another kid up onto his other shoulder while their equally excited dad snaps approximately a million photos on his phone, and Tony nearly sobs out “fuck me, I just love him so much.”

Steve rolls his eyes with a sigh, then snaps his head around to stare at Tony with one eyebrow raised. “Wait,” Steve says slowly, a smirk growing on his face because this is certainly a new development, “what was that last part?”

Tony blinks dumbly at him for a second, like he legitimately hasn’t been listening to himself when he speaks, and then his eyes go wide. “I said he’s hot and I want to have his babies!” Tony says, probably too loudly considering they’re still standing on the street and Steve has to resist the urge to laugh. “I didn’t say that I have feelings! There are zero feelings here, fuck you!” Tony continues, looking more and more panicked by the second and Steve almost feels bad for him. Except for the fact that he does not, not even a little bit.

”Very convincing,” Steve says, patting Tony on the back. Down the street Bucky carefully sets both kids back on their feet and waves goodbye, and Tony makes a strangled sound.

Sometimes, Tony thinks back fondly on when things in his life made a single bit of goddamn sense. Mostly though, he’s accepted this interesting new form of insanity.

Like when he walks into the kitchen to find Bucky and Peter sitting at the kitchen table, Peter giggling to himself as he sticks what appears to be Mario magnets all over Bucky’s left arm. Why wouldn’t this be happening?! Tony can’t help the short laugh that bursts out of him before he manages to smother it down, and Bucky turns to him with a baleful look.

“I’m not crazy about the kid from your first marriage,” Bucky says flatly, and Tony loses control of his laughter again as Peter makes a squawking sound caught somewhere between offended and confused.

“Well, he’s part of the deal,” Tony says with a shrug, and smiles brightly as Peter makes a couple more meaningless noises. He refills his coffee mug, then fixes Bucky with a serious look even as he starts backing out of the room and says “you want some better ones, we better get started on making them.”

“I’ll put it in m’ calendar,” Bucky says with a wink, and Tony pretends to swoon so that hopefully no one will notice that he’s actually swooning a little bit, cheeks warm and everything.

“I am scared and confused,” Peter volunteers, green shell magnet still clutched between his fingers, and Tony laughs his way out of the room as Peter squeaks “am I being adopted?!”

Steve walks into the living room to find Bucky sitting on the couch in the near-dark, face buried in his palms, and is instantly on high alert. “Bucky?” Steve asks, looking around the room, but the TV is currently showing a geico commercial and somehow Steve doesn’t think that’s the problem. “What’s going on- what’s wrong?”

When Bucky lifts his head and looks up at Steve his eyes are wet, and Steve is about to panic right up until Bucky opens his mouth and says “Steve. He’s so fucking precious, Steve. What the fuck.”

“What,” Steve says flatly, because what the fuck is Bucky talking about. He looks around the room again, hoping this time he’ll find some kind of answer, and oh look at that, the commercials have ended and apparently Bucky has been sitting here watching the highlights of last night’s press event. More specifically, the interview Tony had done with a tiny well-dressed child outside the actual event. Because of course that’s what Bucky is nearly crying over. “I hate you both,” Steve says with a sigh that feels like it comes from the very depths of his soul.

“Steve,” Bucky says again, eyes back on the TV, “Steve, do you think Tony’s kids would be as pretty as him?”

“I want to disown both of you,” Steve says, and then huffs in annoyance because Bucky is clearly not listening.

“He has an entire wall of art and letters from kids in his workshop,” Bucky continues on, completely unphased by Steve’s hate, “he can still tell the story behind each and every one of them. Bet he’d make the prettiest fuckin’ babies.”

“I’m leaving,” Steve says, but before he can actually move Bucky is whipping his head back around with a distressingly hopeful look on his face. “No-“ Steve tries to say, because he has a terrible feeling he knows exactly where this is going, but Bucky talks right over him.

“Steve,” Bucky says and completely ignores Steve’s desperate head shaking as he asks “do you think Tony would have my babies? We would make the cutest little babies on the entire fuckin’ planet, I just know it.”

“Nope,” Steve says loudly, finally spinning on his heel and stomping out of the room, “nope nope nope, I don’t want to be a part of this. I’m taking the quinjet, if anyone needs me, don’t, because I will be back in the damn ice.”

“Steve!” Bucky shouts after his retreating back, “don’t you think our babies would be cute, Steve?!”

Tony isn’t sure why people seem so determined to hand Bucky their babies lately, but he’s certainly not complaining. By which Tony means that he is absolutely complaining, because just once he would like to go out for dinner with his teammates without his heart exploding over the sight of Bucky cuddling a chunky little infant close to his chest.

“I want to have his babies,” Tony sighs, hands clutched to his chest, and it really should be more concerning that he’s barely even aware he’s doing it anymore, doesn’t realize the words are out until Steve sighs heavily beside him.

“Tony please, stop,” Steve says, eyes closed and expression pinched like he’s getting a headache, “why can’t you just talk to each other like normal people.”

“I talk to Bucky all the time,” Tony objects, because he really does, he spends more time with Bucky than just about anyone these days. He just doesn’t talk about pointless, useless things, like his feelings, or the fact that his biological cock is apparently chiming like Big Fucking Ben.

Steve just sighs again, looking around like he’s trying to find help but Rhodey and Sam had left them behind almost as soon as they had stopped, the bastards. Tony is helpless to look away as the baby raises one tiny hand to pat at Bucky’s cheek, and when Bucky turns his head, meeting Tony’s eyes as he pretends to bite and then gently kisses that chubby little baby fist Tony makes a squealing sound deep in his chest that finally has Steve walking away too.

Tony goes home at the end of the night and sobs into his pillow. More or less. He collapses across the couch in his suite and presses his face into the armrest as he whines “it’s like he doesn’t even care that I have a heart condition! How am I supposed to live like this?!”

“Then fuck him or die already,” Rhodey says heartlessly, sprawled across the armchair and flipping obnoxiously through a magazine. Tony doesn’t even know where he got a magazine, because it’s certainly not Tony’s.

“It’s like you have no sympathy for my pain,” Tony says, finally pulling his face away from the arm rest to glare at his so-called best friend.

“Ran out of it months ago,” Rhodey agrees, loudly turning another page and Tony is pretty sure he brought that magazine himself, just so he could do this. Tony has to admire that level of dedication.

Tony blasts one of the flying monkeys, actually, real flying monkeys, out of the air as it tries to swoop down at Bucky, and this is one of the times that the insanity level of their lives is a little too high for even Tony’s standards. It’s almost worth it though, because Bucky looks up at him with a quick flash of a grin and his voice is warm through the comms as he says “thanks sugar.”

“You know how you can make it up to me?” Tony asks, ignoring the flush working its way across his face in favor of smirking widely because he can already hear the rest of the team groaning in protest. And hey, great thing about a metal suit, no one can see you blush.

“How’s that, sweet thing?” Bucky asks, also ignoring the rest of their team and Tony can hear the grin in his voice even as Bucky leaps over to the next rooftop and takes aim at another swarm of flying monkeys. Flying. Monkeys.

“Don’t,“ Sam says, and there’s a grunt as he kicks one of the pests out of the air, “this stopped being funny so long ago.”

“You could put a-“ Tony starts, only to be cut off by a combination of his own laughter, Sam’s protesting sounds, and one of the monkeys crashing into him and trying to pry his helmet off.

“Tony please I am begging you-“ Steve tries, and Tony would swear he can actually hear Steve’s soul leaving his body.

“Put a goddamn baby in me!” Tony finishes with maybe a little too much emotion, knocking the monkey and away and blasting it with great prejudice.

“Alright it’s funny again,” Clint says around a burst of giggles, but Tony is much more interested in Bucky’s quiet laugh. It has him smiling all through the rest of the fight, even if it is with goddamn flying monkeys.

“Bruce, I need to ask you something,” Steve says, bursting into the library and he feels bad when Bruce startles hard. Bruce nods though, still looking a little rattled, so Steve decides to launch right into it. “So you know how Tony and Bucky are being extra obnoxious with their super obvious pining lately?”

“Unfortunately,” Bruce says with a pinched expression that Steve knows all too well. He’s pretty sure that’s what his own face looks like all the time lately.

“So I realized, there’s still a lot I don’t know about the world these days, I am constantly learning new things, and it occurred to me-“ Steve pauses, chewing on his lip for a second before he decides to just blurt it out. “They can’t actually make a baby, right?! Because I’m pretty sure they’re just being dumb but I also don’t want to be wrong, and- Bruce, am I going to be an uncle?!”

Bruce just blinks at him for several long, silent seconds. Then he shuts his book with a decisive thunk, pushes himself to his feet, and firmly says “I need a vacation.”

“That’s not an answer to my question!” Steve protests, because at this point Bruce is basically the only person Steve can trust to not fuck with him about this. And Steve has learned his lesson about diving too deep into google looking for answers. That way lies madness.

“Vacation,” Bruce says again, then politely but firmly elbows his way past Steve and out the door.

“I’m not ready to be an uncle!” Steve calls after him, and pouts when Bruce refuses to come back and answer his questions.

Tony did not start the day thinking he’d end it getting crushed by an air-born taxi during what should have been a routine fight, but it looks like that’s what’s going to happen. Because of course the latest bad guy just has to go down in a blaze of exploding glory that knocks Tony to the ground, disables his suit, and flings every vehicle parked along the block flying.

The taxi is just a blur of yellow as it approaches, and Tony squeezes his eyes shut. He peeks one open hesitantly when several seconds go by and he still hasn’t been crushed, and then chokes on his breath at the sight of Bucky standing above him, holding the majority of the car off the ground with no apparent effort.

“Please put a baby in me,” Tony blurts, entire body flushing hot and he’s so far past caring if that’s somehow become his gut reaction to just about everything Bucky does, he’s never meant anything so much in his life.

Bucky smirks slow and filthy, which is unfair to begin with, and then holy mother of god switches to holding the taxi with one hand so he can pretend to tug at his belt with the other as he asks “right now?”

“No!” Comes several shouting voices through the comms, and Tony laughs weakly. It’s probably a good thing the fight is over, because he doesn’t think he has the brainpower to even stand right now and wow, this armor is not erection friendly.

When Tony looks around it’s to see Steve sitting on the curb with his face in his hands, and if he listens closely he can just barely hear Steve muttering something under his breath that sounds like the word ‘stupid’ over and over again. Clint is standing nearby with what appears to be his phone held out, like he’s recording Tony’s mini-crisis here, and Tony would be upset if it didn’t mean there might be actual footage of Bucky catching the car. Which Tony would really like to see. For reasons. Natasha is just shaking her head like she’s ashamed of all of them, and from the looks of it Sam has already flown away.

“Maybe later,” Tony says regretfully, and tries not to moan out loud when Bucky easily shoves the car away.

Bucky offers him a hand and Tony to his feet, steadying him when Tony’s legs threaten to give out and Tony really hopes he can blame that on the unpowered suit.

“This is why I can’t have anything nice,” Tony says with a heavy sigh as Clint tackles Sam off the couch, one of their controllers flying across the room in the process to clatter loudly into the wall.

He turns at the sound of quiet laughter from behind him, because Tony would know that laugh anywhere, and sure enough he looks up just in time to watch as Bucky launches himself over the back of the couch and lands right beside him, arm still stretched out along the back and so close to being wrapped around Tony’s shoulders.

“I don’t know why you want more kids,” Bucky says, grinning over at him before shooting a pointed look at the oversized children still wrestling on the floor. “The ones we already have are terrible.”

“I resent that,” Natasha says from the safety of the armchair, easily winning now that all her competition is thoroughly distracted, “some of us are perfectly pleasant.”

“You’re on thin ice,” Tony tells her, punching absently at the buttons of his own controller because he can’t look away from Bucky’s stupid beautiful face, and his stupid gorgeous smile. Finally he gets it together enough to tell Bucky “that’s why we need more, these are the worst children. We need to replace all of them. If at first you don’t succeed try, try again, and all that.”

Bucky turns back to him with a toothy grin that has Tony flushing hot all over and says “wanna replace all of ‘em, huh? Sounds like a whole lot of tryin’.”

“Get a room,” Clint says, voice muffled because his face is currently stuffed into Sam’s armpit, his own finger shoved into Sam’s ear for some reason.

“That’s what we’re trying to plan here,” Tony says, but it gets drowned out by Natasha’s cheer of victory and the ensuing fight as Clint tries to tackle her out of her chair too.

“Bucky,” Steve says, as reasonably as he possibly can, “you gotta put the baby down.”

“No. Why?” Bucky demands petulantly, clutching the baby closer while it giggles and coos.

“Because Tony is in the corner literally sobbing and looking at cribs online and this is getting out of hand,” Steve says, and when he looks over at where he’d left Tony all he sees is the top of the man’s hair where it’s peaking up above one of the tables lining the edges of the room, and apparently Tony is now hiding behind furniture. That might actually be better, somehow. At least he’s not wandering around asking people for input on baby clothes anymore. “Please put the baby down and just go ask him out like a normal person,” Steve begs.

“I’m not putting the baby down,” Bucky says stubbornly, even as his attention is now firmly fixed on the top of Tony’s head, “did you even see his tiny little bowtie?”

“I did see his little bowtie,” Steve says, taking a deep breath and trying to summon all of his patience. He can’t start yelling in front of a baby, in the middle of a black tie charity gala, no matter how much he wants to. “I also saw Tony basically burst into tears the second you picked up the baby, and if the two of you don’t get it together soon you’re going to drive us all insane. Please just ask him out.”

Bucky looks down at the baby again, bouncing it a little in his arms and Steve kind of hates that Bucky still manages to find a way to look unsure about this. “What if he says no?” Bucky asks, barely loud enough for Steve to hear him.

“Are you fu- are you fooling with me right now?” Steve demands and there he goes, he’s about to completely lose it in front of all these nice because because his best friends are just so stupid.

“Don’t swear in front of th’ baby,” Bucky chides him.

“I’m not swearing in front of the baby,” Steve grits out, “now go ask out the man you’ve been offering to impregnate for longer than any of us are comfortable with.”

Bucky still isn’t looking at him, barely even manages a smile when the baby tugs at his tie and makes an unbearably adorable gurgling sound. “He’s just kiddin’ around,” Bucky says, voice quieter than Steve has ever heard it, “he- he doesn’t mean any of it.”

Steve glances over at the corner again, where it looks like Natasha and Rhodey are trying to talk Tony out of whatever online shopping spree he’s on. Then Steve takes a long, deep breath. “Put the baby down,” he says to Bucky calmly, “so that I can punch you in the face really, really hard.”

Tony knows Bucky is in the living room watching old cartoons for some reason, because he always is on Thursday afternoons, so Tony pours a second cup of coffee and carries it in from the kitchen.

“Coffee for you, oh father of my disaster children,” Tony announces as he rounds the couch, Bucky’s favorite mug outstretched, “I even made it disgustingly sweet the way you like, even though it actually hurt my soul a little bit. I felt real pain.”

“Thanks doll,” Bucky says, easy as anything, leaning forward to take the mug from Tony’s suddenly numb hand. His smile is warm and happy and gorgeous and it makes Tony’s heart start beating triple time in his chest.

“You know how you can make it up to me?” Tony asks, and his own voice echoes hollowly in his ears because he has an idea, and it’s probably a terrible one, but he thinks he might just go through with it anyways.

“How’s that, darlin’?” Bucky asks, grinning wider and he’s waiting for the same old joke but there’s something in his eyes, something Tony knows. Something that has him stumbling a half step closer, licking his lips nervously and shivering when Bucky’s eyes track the movement.

This is it, this is Tony’s last chance to chicken out, to not ruin his friendship with a sweet, clever guy that Tony’s not sure he could actually live without at this point. Tony doesn’t back out. “You could kiss me,” he says instead, voice shaking, clutching his own coffee mug to his chest like it could possibly protect him.

Bucky blinks at him slowly. “You know that’s not how babies are made, right?” He asks, one eyebrow raised, expression slowly shifting from confused to hesitantly hopeful.

“Yeah,” Tony agrees, nodding a little wildly, “but, I thought- you know, I figured it might be a good start.”

Bucky calmly sets his coffee down the on the table. Then he surges to his feet, takes Tony’s face between his big palms and finally, finally kisses him deep and hungry. Tony’s own mug goes crashing to the floor and Tony does not care at all, not when he can finally wrap his arms around Bucky without wondering how long is too long, without worrying that he’ll give himself away. All of Tony’s cards are already on the table here and Bucky is apparently right there with him, fingers sliding back into Tony’s hair and a low, desperate noise rumbling through his chest.

So Tony just holds on, tangles his own fingers in Bucky’s hair, digs his fingers into the thick muscle of Bucky’s shoulder and kisses him back. Tony kisses him back for all he’s worth, because if Bucky still thinks this is a joke then Tony is at least going to pour everything he can into it, going to do everything he can to memorize the feeling of Bucky’s lips against his, Bucky’s nails scratching at his scalp when Tony teases his tongue along the roof of his mouth.

Except Tony is starting to think this was never a joke, not to either of them, because when they break away panting Bucky’s just drags his hands down Tony’s back, pulls him in closer and sighs out “oh- Tony-“

”Also, you should put a baby in me,” Tony blurts, because how can he not, laughing giddily.

Bucky does not laugh. Instead Bucky lets out a low groan, hands sliding lower to palm at Tony’s ass as he growls “I’m gonna fuckin’ try.”

Tony is still laughing as Bucky pulls him into another kiss, and then he stops laughing, gets lost in just trying not to melt as Bucky licks into his mouth, kisses him deep and filthy. Tony completely fails, melts easy as anything under Bucky’s attention and the next thing he knows they’re on the ground, barely avoiding the spilled coffee as Bucky shoves his way between Tony’s thighs.

Bucky bites at Tony’s lip and along his jaw, slides a hand under the small of Tony’s back and hitches his hips up so Bucky can grind against the curve of his ass as he growls out “fuck, babydoll- you been tryin’ to make me think about fuckin’ you all the damn time?”

“Were you?” Tony asks, breathless and delighted, arching his back harder and grinding up against Bucky’s stomach with a shaking moan. “Because that was not an intended side effect, but I am also not complaining.”

“Still thinking about it,” Bucky says on a soft groan, nearly shoving them both across the floor with how hard he’s grinding himself against Tony, “fuck, sweet thing I have been dyin’ t’ get inside you.”

“Then fuckin’ do it,” Tony moans back, fingers scrambling at Bucky’s shoulders, yanking him into another kiss and moaning again when Bucky’s fingers slip down the back of his sweats.

Tony doesn’t even notice the approaching foot steps until he hears the voice of patriotic disapproval, screeching out “hey Bucky are you still in- oh what the fuck guys?!”

“Get the fuck out, Steve!” Bucky yells, voice rough and it sends a shiver all down Tony’s spine.

“We’re trying to make a baby here!” Tony shouts at the same time, tightens his thighs around Bucky’s hips and doesn’t stop grinding up against him.

“I hate you both and I’m so happy for you!” Steve screams back as he high tails it out of the room.

They both dissolve into laughter, and it warms Tony’s heart as much as his pants to feel Bucky’s quiet laugh rumbling through his chest and into Tony’s. He kisses Bucky again, light and sweet even though they’re both smiling too wide to really make it work, and then says “we should probably get out of the living room. I propose my bed, it’s the best.”

“Counter proposal,” Bucky says and then stands up, lifts Tony straight off the ground and up into his arms, “we find the closest room with a fuckin’ door.”

“Hnng,” Tony says in response, and Bucky laughs against his throat, digs his fingers into Tony’s ass.

They end up in the pantry, which is not ideal but definitely the closest option. Bucky presses him up against the shelves and it’s not exactly comfortable but Tony doesn’t care, because Bucky kisses him deeply and starts tearing at both their clothes. And Tony can grab ahold of the shelf above his head, try to rock himself down into it as Bucky starts fingering him open with some kind of oil from a bottle that’s currently abandoned on the floor, spilling everywhere.

“C’mon, fuck-“ Tony gasps out, thighs shaking around Bucky’s hips as Bucky’s fingers press into him again, deep and demanding. “Fuck- please hurry the fuck up, I have been- ohh-“ Tony gets a little distracted from what he’s saying when Bucky finds his prostate and decides to play with that new discovery for a minute, doesn’t let up until Tony’s entire body is flushed hot and tingly, ragged whimpers tearing from his chest and already embarrassingly close to the edge.

“What was that, sugar?” Bucky asks and oh, Tony can just hear the smirk in his voice even if he can’t see it because Bucky is doing his best to turn Tony’s neck into an impressionist painting. When Tony opens his mouth to reply Bucky slides a third finger into him, sucks hard to Tony’s pulse and it turns his words into more garbled moans.

“Fuck me already,” Tony finally manages to snarl out, digging his heels into the small of Bucky’s back and tugging him closer, “god- please honey I have been going crazy thinking about getting your cock in me and- ah, yes fuck god- and I swear if you don’t hurry the fuck up-“

Bucky cuts him off with another kiss, sloppy and breathless and Tony whines as Bucky spreads his fingers a little more, stretches him a little wider. “Been thinkin’ about this too,” Bucky says, swipes his tongue over Tony’s lip and growls when Tony shakes and clenches around his fingers, “spreading you open jus’ like this, fuckin’ you every possible way, stuff you so full you get every one of those damn kids you want so bad.”

“Bucky-“ Tony whines desperatly as every word sends another hot spike straight to his gut and fuck that shouldn’t be so hot but fuck it really is. “Please, please- fuck I swear I’m ready just fuck me open already-“ Tony trails off again when Bucky withdraws his fingers, makes whining noises of protest until the head of Bucky’s cock nudges against him, slick and huge.

And then Bucky starts pressing into him, cock spreading Tony open a little more with every hard roll of his hips while Tony moans his head off, knocking everything off the shelves as he tries to brace himself, tries to shove himself further down onto Bucky’s cock, tires to take him deeper.

“Patience, babydoll,” Bucky says, breath shaking against Tony’s jaw, “gonna fuck you just the way you want I just- damn you feel good- just gotta do this part nice an’ slow an’-“

“Fuck that,” Tony decides, finally gets his hand braced properly and shoves himself down hard, wailing breathlessly as his Bucky’s hips slam against his ass, his cock sliding so deep that Tony swears he can feel it everywhere. “Yes, god, fucking perfect,” Tony sighs and yeah that burns a bit, and yeah he’s definitely going to be feeling it tomorrow, but it is so worth if for the feeling of Bucky’s cock throbbing inside him, the slightly dazed look on Bucky’s face even as he grinds a little deeper.

Bucky’s grip is bruisingly tight on Tony’s hips, pulling him into it as Bucky rolls his hips a little harder. “Wanted it that bad, huh?” Bucky asks, scraping his teeth over the shell of Tony’s ear and tightening this grip to stop Tony from trying to fuck himself on Bucky’s cock.

“Yeah, let me have it,” Tony whines, tightening his legs around Bucky’s hips and he doesn’t care that Bucky’s jeans are digging into his thighs, that his own sweats are still hanging off one ankle, that they’re still in the goddamn pantry. All he cares about is getting properly fucked, the way he’s been dying for, and the fact that Bucky isn’t just giving it to him. “Please honey, fuck me already, make me feel it, fill me up and then fuck me again, gimme everything you got.”

“I’ll give you everthin’,” Bucky promises, warm and earnest against Tony’s lips, then withdraws and thrusts back into Tony fast and hard, knocking a loud moan out of his chest that only gets louder as Bucky immediately starts up a brutal, perfect rhythm. “Gonna give you exactly what you want,” he growls between thrusts, dropping sharp, toothy kisses along Tony’s jaw, “fuck you so full you’re leakin’ with it, an’ then do it everyday ‘til I knock you up good and proper.”

“Holy fuck,” Tony groans, finally releasing his hold on the shelves to grab for Bucky instead. Something goes crashing to the ground, definitely breaking, but all Tony can focus on is the aching pleasure of Bucky moving inside him, thick cock rubbing over his prostate and pressing so deep inside him that his every breath comes out as a warbling moan. “Please, please- oh fuck that’s perfect, you’re so perfect-“

Bucky’s next thrust is hard enough that everything on the shelves rattle, a couple more things falling to the ground and Tony nearly screams before Bucky smashes their lips together again. He licks hungrily into Tony’s mouth and pulls him impossibly closer, until he’s basically just fucking Tony up and down on his cock while Tony wails and clenches around him.

“So fuckin’ good,” Bucky gasps when they break apart again, his thrusts going short and uncoordinated, hips slapping roughly aginst Tony’s ass, “so tight and warm, take me so fuckin’ perfect, tell me you’re close sweet thing, wanna feel you come on my cock.”

“I’ve been close since the living room floor,” Tony says with a sound that’s somewhere between a laugh and a sob, tangling his fingers in Bucky’s hair and pulling him into a kiss that more sharing air than anything, “please, please-“

Bucky presses him harder into the shelves and gets one hand between them, rubs his thumb over the head of Tony’s cock and Tony is fucking gone. He comes with a loud, garbled moan that was intended to be Bucky’s name, orgasm washing through him in heated waves until everything goes a little warm and hazy.

“Tony, Tony- fuck-“ Bucky groans, fucking Tony into the shelves with short, hard thrusts, grinding deep and Tony can feel the way Bucky’s cock twitches inside him, “Tony-“

“C’mon honey,” Tony slurs out, rocking his hips into the next thrust and tugging at Bucky’s hair, “put your fuckin’ baby in me.”

Bucky laughs roughly against his throat, both arms wrapping tightly around Tony and grinding into him hard. “Fuck yeah doll, gonna fill you up so good, knock you right up.”

“Ohh fuck,” Tony moans, shaking as Bucky continues to rub against his prostate mercilessly and it sends shock after shock of agonizing pleasure up Tony’s spine, “c’mon, give it to me.”

“Shit,” Bucky gasps, then sinks his teeth into Tony’s shoulder and comes with a low groan, shelves rattling again as he shoves into Tony hard, comes inside him with several hot pulses that have Tony shaking and whimpering all over again.

“Fuck,” Tony says eloquently, finally going limp in Bucky’s hold and letting his head thumping back against the nearly cleared off shelves as he tries to catch his breath and let his heart rate slow back to something a little more reasonable.

When he forces his eyes open Bucky is right there, smiling at him warm and fond and Tony doesn’t know how he’s just now recognizing all the love in that expression. He really hopes Bucky can see it on his face too, because Tony doesn’t have the breath or brain power to try and put it into words right now. Bucky must get it though, because he smiles wider and cups Tony's cheek again, kisses him soft and sweet like they have all the time in the world. He doesn't seem to be in any hurry to actually set Tony back down and Tony is not complaining. Mostly because he can't quite feel his legs. Partially also because he’s still enjoying the feeling of Bucky buried deep inside him.

They break away from the kiss slowly, still sharing the same air, right up until Bucky shifts his weight and something crunches loudly beneath his foot. Tony giggles, which quickly turns into a pained groan when his head thumps back against the shelves, and then a happy groan when Bucky laughs and it shifts his half-hard cock inside Tony, messy and amazing.

“Can’t believe we finally did that,” Bucky says with another soft huff of laughter, nudging his nose against Tony’s with a goofy grin that Tony can now absolutely admit makes him go all soft and wobbly.

"Neither can I!" Comes a muffled shout from the other side of the door, and Bucky’s metal arm tightens around Tony’s waist as they both jump slightly. Then they’re both laughing, nearly drowning out the sounds of Steve’s All-American Offense as he basically screams “we can all hear you in there!!”

“In front of literally all of our food?! Really?!” That would be Clint’s voice chiming in, and Tony has to tuck his face down against Bucky’s shoulder to try and smother his combination of laughter and breathy gasps.

He can feel Bucky’s come starting to leak out of him, and he tightens his thighs around Bucky’s waist in an attempt to pull him closer. And they’d been having such a nice moment before the assholes arrived. Tony figures the least he can do is talk some shit. “Hate to break it to you puritans,” Tony calls, lifting his head again, “but this is far from the worst thing I’ve ever done.”

“That’s what I told them,” comes Rhodey’s voice, and he does in fact sound unphased. Thank god for college friendships. “Please at least put your pants back on before you come out of there, I know how you are.”

“I just want my Oreos,” comes another voice, and that would be Natasha, and Tony winces because Natasha’s special peanut butter Oreos are definitely one of the things on the ground.

“We were here first,” Bucky points out, voice still low and rumbly in a way that is giving Tony ideas.

”It’s the communal kitchen!” Steve shrieks, and if he doesn’t calm down soon his poor old heart might just give out on him.

Tony laughs, only wincing a little when he hits his head again. “Oh, I’m sorry,” he calls gleefully, “did the community want to get in here then, get in on this?”

“Fuck no,” Bucky snarls against Tony’ throat, arms tightening around him and Tony would swear he can even hear the low grumble of a growl escaping Bucky’s chest.

“Oh ho ho, possessive,” Tony says, delighted, running his fingers through Bucky’s hair and tugging slightly, “I can work with that.”

“Give you somethin’ to work with,” Bucky grumbles and Tony can feel his smirk as Bucky rolls his hips, cock sliding through the slick mess of his come, teasing over Tony’s over-sensitive prostate and almost fully hard again.

“Fuck- yes,” Tony gasps and he’s not sure Bucky even actually went soft, and they are going to have so much fun. “Want it- want you to fuck me so full I can’t move with it- Bucky-“

“Anything you want,” Bucky promises, kisses him again and thrusts his hips forward, presses Tony back into the shelves with a slick, obscene sound and swallows down Tony’s shaking groan.

On the other side of the pantry door, Rhodey shakes his head and says “we should just leave.”

“But-“ Steve starts, only to be cut off by a loud moan that he could have gone his whole life without hearing.

With one last look at each other, everyone scrambles to get out of the kitchen as fast as they possibly can. Steve is going to make them run so many drills for this.

#buckytony #starkbucks #winteriron #crackfic #okay slight apologies #but they WOULD make pretty babies okay #fanfic

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Well didn’t get this done before Chapter Five came out, but I’m still MUCH more caught up than I had been. Good thing they’re going on a six week break here soon since that’ll not only let me catch my barrings... but let my soul have a break, GOOD GOD THESE PAST TWO CHAPTERS HIT HARD!As far this specific chapter goes... boy I did not expect me to shock me as much as it did. So w\let’s not waste anymore time and jump right into it.

Overview

Robyn is recalling a story about Joanna in prison, but neither Jaques or Qrow are all that into. But she does manage to get Qrow to finally smile, as well as notice him still holding Clover’s badge. She apologizes for what happened, which lets Qrow vent about the entire fiasco and how for the first time in so long, it felt like he had made a connection without having to fear his Semblance ruining it. Robyn... actually understands, herself having been ostracized due to her lie detecting Semblance making people fear her revealing their secrets. Harriet and Marrow enter, throwing Watts ack into his cell. Harriet doesn’t believe Qrow declaring his innocence, even when Robyn offers to use her Semblance. Robyn also calls Harriet out on essentially blaming others and not caring about the truth since it’s easier for her to not accept her own blame. Before Harriet can act, Marrow stops her and the speedster storms off/

Back in the tundra, JYR are still giving chase to The Hound, Jaune even launching Ren at it. It doesn’t work and The Hound even calls for backup, summoning more Grimm. It leads to a giant chase sequence, including a new song that IDT has a title yet, but it is dark as Hell. The chase ends with two of the bikes being destroyed, Yang and Jaune almost falling over a cliff until Ren uses his grappling features to save them, and the three are forced to watch as The Hound escapes with Oscar in it’s clutches. Back up in Atlas, RWBNM have gone to, surprisingly, the Schnee Manor to lay low and tend to Nora. Whitley is less than pleased, especially with what Weiss did not even 24 hours ago in-show, but Weiss makes it clear that they’re not leaving and she sends him to his room. As Weiss and May tend to Nora, Blake sees Ruby worried about the others. She suggests that Ruby can still call Yang... but there’s one problem, Ruby already did.

JYR are out of signal range, forcing them to make their way back to Mantle on-foot. During the trek however, Ren’s closed up attitude is flaring up, which eventually causes Yang to get on his case. Ren i9s frustrated due to not just losing Oscar, but everything that has happened. Losing the Relics, Ironwood’s betrayal, the current Grimm attack with Salem just outside the doorstep. Even with yang pointing out their accomplishments and admitting that they have made mistakes but still pulled through, Ren’s anger flares as he points out that they are WAY in over their heads. Jaune tries to calm them both down, but Ren continues to point to how Ruby is leading them despite still being a kid, he himself is an orphan form the middle of nowhere, and the biggest shock is him getting after Jaune for forging his way into Beacon. This shocks everyone, even Ren himself, but Jaune simply says that he’s getting out of the cold and walks on. Yang asks if Ren just wats to push everyone away before following, leaving Ren shocked and upset.

Meanwhile... oh boy, this scene. Oscar wakes up and standing right across from him is Salem. She addresses Ozma and how long it’s been since she’s seen him and... yeah it’s pretty unsettling. Oscar tries to act like Oz, but Salem sees right through it and tries to get Oscar to give her answers. He genuinely doesn’t know where the Beacon Relic is, so Salem tries to get the password to the Lamp out. When he tries to use the ‘out of questions’ ploy... Salem uses her magic to... magically torture him... yeah it’s... rough. Oscar still doesn’t talk, so Salem brings out Hazel... you know, the guy who hayes Oz probably more than anyone and has sworn to kill him? Yeah...

Cinder meets with Salem, taken back by The Hound which Salem calls an experiment. Cinder again tries to convince her to let her go after Penny, but Salem again orders her to stay put. Cinder agrees... well, verbally anyways. But she knows that the heroes are likely going to still try and launch Amity, so sh decides to go for the Maiden Power anyways. Neo is less than thrilled with this plan, but Cinder has another person willing to help her: Emerald.

Back in the tundra, JYR have found shelter for the night and Jaune admits that Ren is correct about how he cheated his way into Beacon. But he’s since realized that he was above his mistake and tries to convince Ren to not push them out, knowing fully well how all that it does is hurt you more. If it did any good, Ren doesn’t show it as he goes to sit outside. Yang has found a part to fix the bike and also assures Jaune that she knows that he worked hard to get to where he is now. She starts working on the part before asking Jaune if ‘she’ thinks any less of her. Jaune, assuming that she means Ruby, assures her that they’re sisters and will be fine... but Yang was talking about a certain cat girl. Our episode ends here... but not before showing us the ice nearby beginning to crack... thanks a lot CRWBY!

Review

Like I said in the intro, I didn’t expect this chapter to shock me like it did. Did I expect intensity? Of course, especially after the last chapter? Did I expect what we got? Nope, but it was perfect!

Let’s talk about Ren first. Ever since last volume, it’s been clear that he’s been unraveling. He wasn’t engaging in Nora’s antics anymore, was more closed up than usual, seemed in agreement with Ironwood at one point, and of course his mini-breakdown in the finale Not even Nora and him kissing helped, heck considering what happened after it only seemed to make him worse. Even now he’s at serious odds with Nora for the first time since childhood, something that is clearly bothering him despite him keeping it to the chest. He’s trying to keep his focus on his duty, but with everything going more and more wrong, the facade is not only shattering, but the cracks are causing him to push those close to him away.

His argument with Yang was a tense moment. I like it though. Not only for more unique character dynamics, but out of every character Yang will lay it out as it is. If Ren’s going to have an attitude problem, then she will call it out and not give a damn about the reason why. Since Nora can’t get though to him, the harsher approach is kind of the only thing left. Ren’s breakdown was hard to watch... and he is right to an extent. They are in over their heads. Their decision, even if the right one morally, is creating more problems and endanger more lives. Ruby is still a kid and she’s placed far too much on herself. I think he is underestimating himself and the others about not being ready, but his concerns are completely understandable and he has some good, if harsh, points.

But then he brings up Jaune cheating his way into beacon. Yeah, been a while since that came up, huh? I actually gasped when that came up. While Ren clearly didn’t mean for that to come out, the fact that he did when pointing out that they’re way over their heads does display at least some doubts he has about his leader. JNR have grown close over the past few volumes, Ren and Nora essentially considering Jaune family by the time of Volume 6. So hearing this was hard, especially since all that Jaune was doing was trying to calm him and Yang down.

I do, however, like how Jaune reacted. Back in the early volumes, he likely would have taken it as a blow to his confidence and gotten huffy about it. Now? While the blow clearly stung, he keeps himself in check and keeps focus on finding shelter. Then once there, he outright admits that Ren’s right and tries to comfort him. He tries to advise him on opening up and how closing yourself off doesn’t help. Considering that he tried this both in V1 when we found out how he cheated and after Pyrrha died and only getting better when he allowed others to help, he absolutely knows how Ren feels. But the fat that he handled this so maturely and tried to help his friend instead of get angsty about it shows how much he’s grown. It’s really nice to see.

Now let’s talk about Weiss and Whitley. So this got some... mixed reception. Some were upset about Weiss pointing her weapon and Whitley and her general harsh behavior towards him this chapter. Now I do understand the first part since I was similarly annoyed at Yang for threatening Qrow in Volume Six when all that he was trying to do was be reasonable about the Lamp. It was likely too harsh, but in farness Weis sis not only trying to help save the kingdom, but one of her teammates is in critical condition and she has no time for Whitley to be angry at her. The Manor is the safest place at the moment, and she needs to get Nora care now. Not saying it’s a justification, but it isn’t her being mean for the sake of it either.

But even so... guys I’m sorry, but do you seriously expect Weiss to suddenly forgive and coddle Whitley this soon? After years of him belittling her and rubbing his success in her face while she was punished, not to mention seeming more concerned about the family reputation than the current conflict? I’m sorry , but it’s not that simple. Yes, Whitley is also a victim who was manipulated and groomed by his father and unlike Weiss, he was never able to get a proper support system or have any family to help like how Weiss had Winter. I do feel bad for him, and I do think that Weiss will take her mother’s words form the last volume and will help Whitley later in the volume. But they’ve both hurt each other. Whitley by treating Weiss badly, and Weiss not giving him support like she was given. They’re both victims AND hurt each other. Some try to paint it as one is problematic and the other is an innocent child, and that’s simply untrue. They’re only going to realize that if and when they talk out their problems with each other out, it’s just a matter of when it’ll be. It takes time to mend these kinds of things, sadly.

Next is the villains scene... ho boy. So I’m gonna wait on Cinder for the next chapter, but her ignoring Salem in favor of power isn’t a shock at all. No, let’s discuss Oscar. Just... this poor, poor kid. He’s trying to be brave, but seeing him get tortured and especially the screaming?! Aaron Dismuke, why do this to me you jerk?! I do admire him for trying it imitate Oz and keep his composure, but it was just so... brutal to watch. Salem doing it so calmly and being perfectly willing to wait for the answers since she can just make Oscar suffer is... well, evil. And don’t think I missed her with the shadow versions of her daughters. Some say that humanizes her, but since she remorsefully tortured a child and sicked an emotionally unstable brute to physically harm him without a care in the world... no. It didn’t excuse Ironwood, and it sure as Hell isn’t excusing Salem. Tis just makes her all the more terrifying.

Okay... last thing is that scene at the end. The Bumblebee implication scene. So... I won’t lie it did annoy me at first. Before anyone says anything, it was NOT because of hating the ship or anything stupid like that. I’m not a huge Bumblebee fan, but anyone who keeps saying there’s nothing there at this point is living in denial. It’s happening people and since at least Volume 6, I think they’ve been doing it pretty well. My issue is mainly just because... we’ve had plenty of Bumblebee content. Volume 7 had them together in pretty much every scene, and I just don’t like having a pair of characters limited like that. I had the same issue with Renora, especially in Volumes 1-3, and with shipping in general. The main reason though is that I want there to be some more focus on Ruby and Yang because I feel like it’s been a long time and that there is a genuine conflict between them that can bring some interesting things for both. I’m not saying they need to be at each other’s throats, but siblings DO argue and no, it doesn’t always get easily resolved and I am speaking form experience here. To be fair it could happen later and Ruby herself hasn’t been pondering on it that much either. Heck Blake seemed more concerned about it than either of them have. But I would like to see more than just the one pair that I’ve already seen focused on plenty of times because it’s limiting. That’s just a personal thing though and I’ve always enjoyed sibling stuff more than romance, so yeah just a me thing.

That being said, those saying that Yang doesn’t care about Ruby need to calm down. No, that is NO the case. Did we forget Yang trying to console a broke Ruby despite her own grief just last volume? Mere hours ago in-show at that? Despite what I said above and while she’s clearly concerned after Ruby’s recent choices, Yang still loves and ultimately trusts her sister. She never said that she didn’t think that Ruby would fail or was wasting her time, she just felt like Mantle needed them more and the consequences to trying were too much. Heck this is a spoiler, but considering her reaction in the next chapter, it only reinforces that belief. At least with Blake, this is the first time they’ve willingly split apart and Yang clearly still has some abandonment issues and concerns. Plus... yeah, it’s natural when you have feelings for someone to worry if they made a bad choice that may make them doubt them. Blake won’t, but it’s understandable. Heck, Blake was clearly concerned about Yang when trying to get Ruby to call. I think she was trying to comfort Ruby as well with the suggestion, but it was still pretty evident... also Ruby and Blake interaction, yay! Still yeah guys, let’s just... chill a little bit and see what more comes of anything.

Okay, got that out of my system, and I apologize if it came across wrong. Whatever annoyance I had I’m over anyways, especially after the recent chapter. Anyways, the chapter had so much good. Plus we not only had a badass chase sequence, but a new song! Again, IDK the title, but it was another banger for sure. The opening scene with row and Robyn bonding and Robyn calling out Harriet was great. Marrow’s subtle expressions showing how not okay he is, and I’m seriously hoping that he may be the one to free the others. It would be a really good move for his character in him deciding that being lawful doesn’t equal the right thing, and making it right especially considering his interaction with Robyn last volume. The animation was good with the backgrounds looking fantastic, the pacing has been on fire, and of course that ominous ending. God they’re trying to keep us on edge, and I love it!

Chapter Stats

Favorite Character: Lie Ren Favorite Scene: Ren losing it in the tundra Least Favorite Scene: Probably the wrong term, but seeing Oscar be tortured while well done was hard. Favorite Voice Actor: Neath Oum (Ren Favorite Animation: JYR chasing The Hound Rating: 9.9/10

Final Thoughts

This was fantastic, especially in the character department. I haven’t been this shocked in a good while. It hurt no doubt, but the writing and voice performances were so well done. Seriously, this is probably Neath’s best performance to date. Add in the great animation, the tone being on point, and the set-ups with the Schnee Manor and cracking ice and the fact that this is only Chapter Four is crazy. But it’s only going to get crazier people... oh so, so much crazier. Only one review to go until I’m back to being caught up... my poor heart XD

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kookscrescent · 5 years

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Get You (m) │ jjk

➤ pairing│Jungkook x female reader ➤ request│I was wondering if it’s too much to ask if I can get a request of a jungkook scenario based on the song “Get you “ by Daniel Cesar ft Kalis uchis ➤ summary│After getting into a fight with Jungkook that you thought you already made up for, he decides to make up for it some more. ➤ rating│NC-17, mature, 18+ ➤ genre│Smut, angst, boyfriend au ➤ warnings│unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it) a little swearing, some angst, fighting, oral (female receiving) multiple orgasms, cremepie ➤ word count│3.1k│semi edited ➤ release date│July 22nd 2019 ➤ disclaimer│This is all fiction! Nothing mentioned/written are facts and/or real! So please just keep that in mind when reading and enjoy! Thank you ♡

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The bedroom is quiet, the only source of light coming from the open window, the moon beautifully casting a white glow across the carpeted floor.

You are sound asleep after a long and tiring day, but besides you Jungkook lays fully awake. He’s tired but he can’t seem to fall asleep, not being able to shut of his brain and constantly going back to what happened earlier.

You fought.

You never normally fight, but today you did… it was totally uncalled for and he keeps beating himself up about it. If he’d just handled it differently, then you wouldn’t have ended up crying.

He stirs a little in the bed, turning his body towards you. Even though your back is to him, he can still see the reflection of your beautiful face in the window. Sighing he runs a hand through his messy hair, his thoughts going back a few hours.

It all kicked off when he got home around 10 pm, extremely exhausted and worn out after a long day at both the studio and at dance rehearsals. For some unknown reason he just couldn’t focus today! Not matter what he did or didn’t do, he got most of the dance moves wrong and he wasn’t happy with the way his voice sounded either.

This led to him being very irritable by the time he got home to you, sitting alone at the dining table with a sad look on your face.

Oh fuck! Was the first thought that ran through his mind when he saw the table lined with burning candles, flowers and a delicious meal that was probably cold.

He had forgotten your 3 year anniversary…

You didn’t say a word to him as he walked further into the room, really taking in everything you had prepared for the first time. His eyes scanning over the table, to the fluffy blankets you had ready in the living room for when you were supposed to watch a movie together, before you would retreat to the bedroom.

“You couldn’t have called?” you finally broke the unbearable silence, your voice coming out smaller than you wanted. You were sad and it was noticeable.

“I’m really not in the mood to talk about this right now.” Jungkook answered, before heading into the kitchen.

You followed him in there, “Not in the mood?” you said. “What the hell does that mean?” you weren’t going to let him dismiss this so easily.

“It means exactly that… not in the mood.” He took a long sip of the glass of water he’d just poured, starring straight past you, not even looking you in the eyes.

That only infuriated you more. It’s your 3 year anniversary and he left that morning before you even had a chance to wake up and kiss him goodbye, let alone talk to him. He doesn’t call or text you all day to let you know that he’s going to be held up in the studio or where ever, and then he comes home not wanting to talk about it?? After you’ve gone through so much trouble trying to make this day special for the both of you.

You were about to say something when he cut you off. “I mean it ____, I don’t want to talk about this right now! I’ve had a shit day, I’m irritated, pissed off and exhausted! I just wanna sleep.” He told you leaving the kitchen.

You stopped him in the living room before he could make it any further. “Well guess what?” you said, your voice raising with every word you spoke. “So am I Jungkook! I’ve been running around like a headless chicken all day trying to make all of this,” you waved your arms around you, gesturing to everything you had prepared, “perfect for when you finally came home! And you couldn’t even be bothered to pick up the phone to call me, or even text me that you were going to be home really late!”

“No one fucking asked you to do all this!” he yelled, taking you a bit by surprise.

“No, you’re right, no one did, but that’s what you do when you love someone and want to make a special day even more special!” Your face was red with anger, your eyes glossed over, and your hands were shaking.

“Don’t insinuate that I don’t love you, that’s bullshit!” he spat clearly offended.

“I didn’t insinuate anything!” You defended yourself. “Did you forget?” you asked him seconds later, tears ready to spill.

“Forget what?”

“Today. Did you forget today?” you repeated, your voice becoming small. You clearly didn’t want to know the answer. If he had forgotten you would be crushed.

Jungkook looked conflicted and a long moment of silence goes by before he finally decided to speak. “Yes and no.”

“Yes and no?” you questioned.

He let out a deep sigh, running a hand through his already messy hair. “I remembered, okay! I only forgot as the day went by and I got tangled up in work.” His eyes were going back and forth from the ground and your face.

You huffed. That just sounded like a bullshit lie to cover for the fact that he really did forget. “Am I really supposed to believe that? You forgot as the day went by?” you wiped the tears that had managed to escape with the back of your hand. “Fine, whatever Jungkook…”

“You don’t believe me?” he asked you, sounding almost offended and sad by the fact.

“No, I don’t believe you!”

Abruptly he turned and left, heading for the bedroom. You stood there for a few seconds confused but just as you were about to go after him, he came storming back with a small black gift bag in his hand.

“You don’t believe me? Fine whatever, just know that I bought this for you yesterday! And if you still don’t believe me, I put the receipt back in there for you!” He slammed the small bag down on the table in front of you, leaving you to look inside it, finding a small matching black box.

With trembling hands, you reached inside to fish it out – it felt surprisingly heavy. You slowly opened the lid, your breath hitching when you saw what was inside.

A beautiful silver ring with diamonds all around the band – not too many for it to be tacky, but still enough to take your breath away.

A few days prior you had been talking and somehow you had ended up on the topic of jewelry, and the fact that you wanted to replace one of your old rings, that you literally had worn for years and years.

You felt the tears starting to come back again, this time because you were feeling like a complete idiot for not believing Jungkook.

“This is beautiful,” you commented quietly.

“Yeah…” Jungkook answered, his eyes focused on the ring in your hands.

Seeing you with the ring in your hands, your eyes welling up from the sight, brought him back to reality, making him realize what had just happened! You had just had a fight, because he was being a child, and was being pissed off at everything and everyone because he’d had a bad day at work.

He felt like a complete asshole for treating you like that! You had never been anything but supportive from the day you met each other! Whenever he has a bad day you are always know exactly what he needs! Whether it be a hug, some peace and quiet, a long bath, it doesn’t matter! You always know! And the thanks he gives you is treating you like dirt on your anniversary.

Plopping himself down in a chair, he lowered his head, not even being able to look you in the eyes. “Baby I’m so fucking sorry!” He murmured, but still loud enough for you to hear it.

“I should never ever have treated you like that! You don’t deserve that!” He went on before you could talk. “I swear to God and everything that I didn’t forget!” Finally, he looked up at you, you were still holding on to the ring, a single tear had escaped down your cheek, and at the sight Jungkook’s gut twisted in shame.

“I hate seeing you cry because of me,” his voice barely a whisper.

“They are happy tears now,” you smiled weakly as you sat down in the chair next to him. “I forgive you.”

His head shot up in surprise. You forgave him? “You shouldn’t! Not this easy! Not after the way I spoke to you or handled things! I was having a shit day, but I should never take that out on you! The number one person that has stuck by me for the past 3 years, through all my ups and downs, and through the times I wanted to quit when it felt like the whole world was against me! The person I love the most in the world, and I treat you like crap in return…” he lowered his head as he finished speaking. He could feel the tears starting to form, but he held them back, not wanting to cry in front of you.

“Don’t say that! You don’t treat me like crap! I have never been treated this good by anyone, ever! You make me feel like a princess every single day!” you tell him firmly. “And I wasn’t exactly fair on you either.” You state with a small smile. “I could tell that you weren’t in a good mood when you walked in and just wanted to be left alone, but I got upset and angry and-“

“With good reason.” He commented.

“Yes, maybe so, but we still both handled the situation completely wrong, and I shouldn’t have accused you of lying either and I’m sorry for that.” You really were! Jungkook has never had a tendency to lie to you and you have never had a reason to lie to him either.

You turned the box in your hand, the small diamonds catching the light from the overhanging lamp. “It really is beautiful,” you commented once again, your eyes never leaving the ring.

“Just like you,” your eyes met for a few seconds, before Jungkook gently took the box from you. Taking out the small silver ring with one hand, he reached for your left hand with the other. Slowly he slid the ring on your finger – a perfect fit.

You both admired your now bejeweled hand for a few silent moments, before you broke it by placing both your hand on the sides of his face, bringing him closer to you.

“Thank you,” you softly whispered against his lips.

Jungkook is brought back to reality, when you stir lightly in the bed next to him, turning to face him still deep in your sleep, and out of pure instinct you reach out for him. Your hand lands on his bare chest, and you sigh in content by the contact. The ring on your finger shines in the light from the moon, and Jungkook gently places his larger hand over yours, giving it the smallest of squeezes as he runs the pad of his thumb over the diamonds.

You look so peaceful as you lay besides him, and he can’t help but still be mad at himself and wonder how in the world you could forgive him so easily. In his mind he’s going over all the things he wants to do to somehow make it up to you little by little.

Lifting the covers, he cuddles closer to you, pressing his naked body against your own, his arm wrapping around your waist to bring you even closer. He starts pressing soft kisses all over you face. First your forehead, down your temple and across your cheek till he reaches your lips. He stops to kiss them a few times before he repeats the same process on the other side of your face.

Your eyelashes flutter open and you’re met with Jungkook’s beautiful bambi eyes.

“Hey,” you mumble sleepily, smiling when he mumbles an almost soundless hey in return, continuing to pepper kisses all over your face.

Running you fingers up his bare back, you settle at the nape of his hair, tugging slightly when you feel his lips lower to your neck. He’s searching for that one spot that’s going to make your melt in his hands.

“Babe, it’s 3 o’clock in the morning. We already made up earlier.” You chuckle, but it sounds more like a moan because his lips finds that particular spot on your neck.

“I don’t care. I just wanna love you.” He whispers, his lips now at the shell of your ear, shivers shooting down your back as speaks.

He rolls fully on top of you, being careful not to crush you with his weight, your naked bodies settling against each other. You spread your legs waiting for him to push inside you, but instead he kisses his way down your body, leaving a trail of kisses all the way down to the space between your thighs.

Before you even have time to register anything or tell him that he doesn’t have to, his mouth is on you. His tongue licking between your folds before he zones in on your clit, sucking just hard enough to have you withering in his hands. You reach out for his hair, tugging at it as he keeps sucking and adding his fingers in to the mix, making you cry out in pure pleasure. Wrapping one of his arms around your leg, he presses your hips down in the mattress, bringing his mouth even closer.

“Jungkook…” you pant over and over as he keeps up his pace of gently sucking your clit and his fingers working in and out of your heat.

Feeling you tighten around his fingers; he hums against you, the vibrations bringing you right to the edge where you’re about to fall over. He spreads your thighs even further with his hand, sucking harder on your clit and you cry out his name as you fall.

“Fuuuck!! Jungkook!” He helps you all the way through your high not letting up until you try pushing his head away and your legs are shaking from too much pleasure.

“One more,” he moans against you, his fingers now back inside you and his mouth back on your clit.

You can’t help but sit up, resting on your elbows, as you watch him work his magic on you. You have barely recovered from the last orgasm, so it doesn’t take long before he has your gasping for air and your hands mindlessly clawing at the bedsheet.

His moving fingers inside you pick up pace, his tongue flicking your clit in the same rhythm. Throwing your head back you feel your legs start to shake again, and the moans are spilling over your lips. You no longer have control over your body as Jungkook brings you over the edge for the second time.

You lay back down on your back, as he crawls back up your body, your arms wrapping around to cup the back of his neck to capture his lips with yours. Resting his weight on one of his forearms, the other one travels down between your bodies, and within seconds he’s got himself positioned at your entrance, pushing his way in to you.

“Holy fuck Jagiya!” he groans against the side of your neck, his hips starting a torturing rhythm. You whimper at the feel of him stretching you out so deliciously, running your nails down his back to grab his ass. You push him forward a little and he takes the hint and starts pumping in and out of you with more force.

“I love you ____.” he whispers looking into your eyes.

“I love you too Jungkook.” You whisper back.

The moans he’s letting out should be illegal, and your body heats up with the way he sounds and moves against you. He’s hitting you so deep, you can already feel your orgasm starting to build for the third time, your heat clenching around him in warning.

Jungkook moans out in pleasure, “Shiiiit… Already?” he asks in awe, his hips continuing their never-ending fast pace.

Frantically, you nod your head, no words wanting to come out of your mouth, other than breathy gasps and whispers of Jungkook’s name.

“Oh god Jungkook, I-I….” you lose your words, as he pulls back from your body, kneeling between your thighs instead, picking up right where he left off, his thrusts torturing you so sweetly. You’re clenching around him uncontrollably and you can’t do anything about it. You’re already falling over the edge, your orgasm taking over your body, your cries of pleasure filling the bedroom.

Jungkook gasps between your thighs, his hands gripping your hips in a tight grip, “Fuuuuuck!!” he groans loudly throwing his head back, as he too falls over the edge.

He leans back down over you and continues to slowly move inside you as you both calm down. You peck his lips gently before he gets up to grab a warm towel, cleaning you up before he joins you back under the covers.

Cuddling closer to him, you rest your head on his chest as he softly runs the tips of his finger up and down your spine. You hum in satisfaction; this right here is your happy place! Right in the arms of the man you love the most in the world.

“I will continue to make this up to you every single day babe!” You hate that he’s beating himself up over your fight so much! You were both clearly in the wrong and you could have handled it much smoother than how it went down.

You turn you head so you can get a better look at him, his eyes are already waiting for you. “I already forgave you like a million times babe,” you say cupping his cheek. “I really don’t want you stressing out about this so much! We had a fight; we both said and did some things that we wished we could take back! But we worked through it, like we do with everything, and it’s in the past now! No need to worry your beautiful head about it anymore.”

“How in the world did I get so lucky to get a girl like you in my life?” he asks quietly in to the air, his eyes never leaving yours.

You kiss his chest, nuzzling closer to him, “I’m the lucky one,” you tell him glancing at the ring on your finger.

I really had a lot of fun writing this even though it was kinda hard for me at times, idk why... but ehh!

I really hope you like it! If you did don't forget to like or reblog ❀ It really means the world, so thank you! ❀

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overthinkingkdrama · 5 years

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What's your top 10 all-time favourite korean dramas? :)

I don’t know what it is about “top 10″ that makes it so difficult. Top 20 would be easier. Top 5 would also be easier. Trying to figure out the order that these went in caused me more anxiety than I feel they should have, lol. My top 10 shuffles about 3 times a year, but usually consists of the same basic titles. Please keep in mind, that my “favorite” dramas of all time and the dramas I think are objectively the “best” I’ve seen have some overlap but are not necessarily the same thing.

As of September the 5th 2019 at...*looks at watch* 5:21pm in ascending order my top 10 dramas are:

10. Queen In Hyun’s Man

This is probably the single drama I’ve rewatched the most. It’s also a killer gateway drug if you’re looking to start a friend on dramas. The 45 minute episodes make it extra binge-able. There a few plot missteps and the historical plot isn’t always the most engaging aspect of the drama. However, this time-travel romance hinges a very cute central couple and a hyper-competent male lead who is very easy to root for. It also has, IMO, one of the all time great finales in Kdramas. A rare commodity.

9. Go Back Couple

I have a certain weakness for stories about estranged couples falling back in love, and this drama (which is a fairly recent entrant into the top 10) does it better than most. I think it’s the way it takes two mature characters with a lot of--often painful--history together and puts them back in a time when a few choices could have made them into very different people. I think more than anything the themes of forgiveness, self-acceptance and maturity are what made this drama truly exceptional. Also, if a drama manages to make me both ugly cry on more than one occasion as well as burst into fits of hysterical laughter I feel like it’s bested me and my stony heart and that should be acknowledged. Well played, show.

8. Coffee Prince

There’s a reason that virtually all cross-dressing romances get compared (usually unfavorably) to Coffee Prince. This drama does practically everything right from giving us a female lead who could be plausibly taken for a male to addressing questions sexuality in a (for that time and even now) daring and revolutionary manner, it’s just an exceptional show and incredibly well and thoughtfully written. The only reason that it isn’t higher on the list is because I personally don’t really care for much of the secondary couple’s arc.

7. Secret Love Affair

This drama may be divisive largely because of the themes of adultery and, for certain folks, the age gap between the leads. I don’t blame anyone for not enjoying those themes, or if they felt the drama was somewhat slow or austere. For me this is nearly a pitch perfect handling of the subject matter with a cinematic quality and intensity that is hard to find in any television, nonetheless Kdramas. The last 3-4 slots on this list tend to rotate quite a bit. For the time being piano-sex-drama wins it’s place.

6. School 2013

The fact that this drama has remained one of my uncontested favorites through the years, despite my growing aversion to high school dramas says something. It goes beyond Lee Jong Suk and Kim Woo Bin’s thugs-in-love. I cared about virtually every member of this cast, the adults and the kids. The drama just has a lot of heart, and doesn’t shy away from difficult subject matter. And yes, it’s very very gay.

5. Scarlet Heart Ryeo

There was a time when I was too self-conscious to put this drama in my top 10, and I’ve realized since then that that’s silly. Yeah, it’s super tragic. Yes, it’s even problematic is some regards. But no drama that has occupied so many of my thoughts, so many words of fan fiction, so many tears, so many meta posts and girlish meltdowns when the leads so much as talk to each other even 3 years on should rank any lower than my top five. I am and probably always will be emotionally compromised SHR trash.

4. The Master's Sun

Of my flawed favorites, this one might be one of the cheesiest and most flawed. But I just love ghosts and love stories with ghosts in them. I love silly cheesy Kdrama romcoms that turn into angsty melos half way through. Gong Hyo Jin and So Ji Sub could have sold this show to me on comedy and chemistry alone. They are OTP goals. Even if the drama is about one episode too long and there’s a bunch of stuff about the fantasy that doesn’t make any sense, I’m not even sorry. I love this damn show.

3. Reply 1988

This drama basically singlehandedly set off all my love for Korean 80′s nostalgia, slice-of-life dramas, and a whole slew of actors I will follow until I die. I’ve recently rewatched this, and even though I loved it when I first watched it I love, and furthermore respect the writing in this drama even more now. It’s just so exceptional in so many aspects. I think the biggest part being the character development and the subtlety and care that went into every single one of the character relationships that grew throughout the show. More than being romantic, it’s just such a good show about family.

2. Hello Monster

Pretty much from the first time I watched it, which was as it was airing, until this last year Hello Monster aka I Remember You was my undisputed favorite drama. It includes so many of my favorite elements. It’s a really compelling murder mystery, it boasts a whole bunch of my favorite actors giving incredible performances, it executed admirably on themes of abuse and trauma and psychopathy. The only thing that has ever really come close to pushing the same types of buttons is The Smile Has Left Your Eyes also starring Seo In Guk. But...Idk, I’m much more aware of it’s flaws now that I’ve watched thousands more episodes of dramas and seen it like 3+ times, but I still love it to death. Hehe

1. My Mister

I’ve written a review and several pieces of meta about My Mister already. So I’d direct you to check out those reviews if you’re interested in why exactly this drama is so good. I don’t want to belabor the point I’ve already made better elsewhere. But I will say, I had no expectations for this drama going in and I was surprised as hell that it grabbed me the way it did. Surprised and grateful. This drama is about as close to perfect as you’re likely to find. It delivers on every element of story, and I cannot recommend it highly enough. The biggest tragedy right now is that DramaFever no longer exists, because thinking about this list I want to watch it again right this moment. [UPDATE from 2020: it’s on Viki and Netflix now! Happy watching!]

What are your top 10 favorite dramas? I’d love to hear them. Plus always looking for good recs. I hope you enjoyed my list.

Jona

#answered #top 10 lists #top 10 #queen in hyun's man #go back couple #coffee prince #secret love affair #school 2013 #scarlet heart ryeo #masters sun #reply 1988 #hello monster #i remember you #my mister

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our-heroes-rise · 5 years

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Maybe some Todoroki headcannons for falling in love with young s/o and how he tries to woo her?

sure thing bb. since you weren’t too specific with your request, i took a few creative liberties. and, maybe, might have strayed a bit from the prompt…? but i hope you like it! this was also another one that i had SO much fun writing, and, honestly, might write my next fic on this au, haha. *whispers* oh, and please forgive me for the terribly long wait.

(they’re both over the age of 18 to make my life a little easier)

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Pro-Hero Todoroki:

Shoto meets you during an evacuation mission. In the aftermath of a terrible earthquake, he finds you struggling to lift a fallen support beam off of your unconscious friend’s leg, crying for help. Honestly, he hardly pays any attention to you, he’s in full Pro mode and only calmly asks you a few evaluating questions of your friend’s current state before he sets into action, firmly ordering you to evacuate with everyone else. The job is quick and he has your friend’s leg free in less than a minute, handing them off to another Pro while he goes to respond to another cry for help.

And he doesn’t think of you at all until almost a month after the incident. At just the age of twenty-one, he leads a very busy life, already ranked as number ten in the nation and number seventeen worldwide. He’s saved a lot of people and seen millions of faces, you can’t blame him for letting one slip his mind.

It’s one of his rare days off and he decides to meet up with Yaoyorozu for coffee before she leaves for an intel mission in Europe. The cafe isn’t anything fancy, a small low-profile place in downtown Hosu where he knows they’ll be capable of having a peaceful meal to catch up. But there’s something about the barista that takes his order that seems oddly… Familiar, and he can’t for the life of him place what it is.

He’s about to give up trying to figure it out when you approach the table he and Yaoyorozu are sharing.

When you speak your voice is soft and your gaze apprehensive, cheeks dusted in a light shade of pink that has his heart fluttering in a way that’s new and confusing to him. “I-I - uh - I’m sorry if I’m interrupting you two, but I just wanted to thank you, Sh-Shoto, sir, for saving my friend a while back. I’m sure you don’t remember, but you freed my friend’s leg during that earthquake a couple weeks back, a-and I just thought I should thank you for that since they never got the chance to.”

She called me sir.

“Oh, yes, I remember,” he says, mind drawing to a brief stall as he takes you in for maybe a moment longer than he should. He’s received many thank you’s from fans and people he’s saved before, that isn’t what currently has his tongue it’s just - had you always been this pretty? “I thought I recognized you earlier. I’m - I’m glad that I was able to help you and your friend, is their leg alright?”

And that interaction is just the first (or second, really) of many more that follow.

Shoto visits the cafe more frequently now. It still isn’t often, considering his hectic schedule hardly allows enough time for him to sleep and eat on a regular basis, but whenever he gets the chance he goes to that small cozy cafe in downtown Hosu. Because the coffee is good, he tells himself the first few times he goes, even though he spends most of his time sitting at the breakfast bar doing his best to strike up a conversation with you.

Because the barista is beautiful, he finally admits to himself as he sets eyes on you for the umpteenth time during his too-far-to-count-anymore visit.

Shoto is still very much the emotionally clueless boy he was in high school and although he understands his attraction towards you, that doesn’t mean he knows exactly how to go about it. So, for a while, he simply makes it his goal to learn everything he can about you through his visits.

And that goal doesn’t really change when he figures out you’re a nineteen-year-old college student. Sure as hell makes him question his decision for a second, but he ultimately decides that your age had nothing to do with his judgment of your character. Honestly, the fact that you hadn’t ratted him out to the press was enough to tell him you were more than just trustworthy. He still loved talking with you, listening to you go on about what you wanted to do with your life, learning about your passions, your likes and dislikes.

However, it is one of the things that makes him hesitate in asking for your number. He didn’t want you to think he was weird and scare you away or anything. But when he hears he’s going to be leaving the country for a couple of weeks, unable to see you at all, he forces himself to ask during his last visit to the cafe.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” you tell him, a small frown pulling at the corner of your lips, and his chest grows cold. He opens his mouth to mumble out an apology when your face breaks into a shit-eating grin, “I wouldn’t want to be a distraction to the great Shoto Todoroki while he’s on the job. Not trying to be blamed as the reason the world’s precious Icyhot hero never came back home.”

He doesn’t feel much pressure to act older around you, since, for the most part, you two seem to share the same maturity level. You joke around a lot more than he does but he’s decided that has more to do with you not your age. He would be lying if he said he disliked that part of you though. (He loves it.)

Shoto coughs half a laugh and rolls his eyes, “I think I’m more than capable of handling myself at this point. You don’t have to worry about me, especially not when - uh, nevermind, sorry,”

“No, what were you going to say? Especially not when what? You can’t just leave me on a cliffhanger like that!”

He casts a half-hearted glare at you over the lid of his coffee as he takes a long sip, trying to hide his flushed cheeks. “Especially not when I have a reason to come back.” It’s muttered in a low breath, but you still manage to hear it all.

And that’s all it takes for you to scribble down your number on a napkin and shove it into his hand, flushed cheeks puffed out in a pout, mumbling something about how he should warn you before saying stuff like that.

Your relationship progresses slowly, but he admits that he has more to do with you this time than his busy schedule. He just wants to take it slow, he’s still unsure of many things and he understands how different the lives that you lead are. Also, that nagging worrisome feeling that he’s going to scare you away if he moves too quickly is still there, yet he’s still scared you’ll lose interest in him. That you’ll turn him down because you’ve found someone who’s your age with more time to give to you, so he does everything he can to keep you interested and to show that he cares without being too forward about it.

Shoto makes it a point to text you at least once a day to check in on you during his breaks at work and his heart sputters like a choking car engine whenever he sees your name flash across his screen.

He tries his hardest to facetime with you too, that way he can see your face and hear your voice. However, most times it’s really late at night and feels bad for keeping you up when he knows you have school in the morning. Oddly enough though, it’s also when you have your deepest conversations. He’s not sure what it is about the night, but he finds himself opening up to you more, telling you things that he hasn’t told most people he’s close with. And it scares him a little.

That is until one certain late night facetime while he’s away in another country on a mission that has his heart doing a complete 360.

“You’re such a good guy, Shoto. A good hero, not just a good guy. I wish you hadn’t had to endure so much when you were younger, but, I guess, that’s what makes you such a strong and passionate hero. This world is lucky to have you. I’m lucky to have you - uh - In my life, I mean! I-I know we’re not together or anything but - uh - I-It’s just, well, it’s crazy to think that out of all the people you’ve met, that you decided to keep me close to you. And even though you’re only, like, three years older than me, you don’t make it feel that way. I-I mean you make me feel comfortable and I enjoy talking to you, and I appreciate it a lot, really, I do. And I cherish our relationship, w-where-wherever it goes. Always.”

Shoto doesn’t know what to say. You’ve snatched the breath from his lungs and all he can do is stare at you with the most adorably love-stricken expression on his face.

You look away from the phone half a second later, pretending to find something in your lap, that’s out of sight, extremely interesting, but he can still see the red that’s stained your cheeks. At that moment, he wishes with every fiber of his being that he could reach through the phone and kiss you. That he could hold you close and confess every love written thought that’s running through his head because, shit, he hadn’t realized how hard he had fallen for you until now.

“Th-Thank you, Y/n, you don’t know how much that means to me.” He takes a moment to compose himself as you give him a small nod, still embarrassed apparently about what you said. That doesn’t deter him though, in fact, it drives him forward towards his next few words even faster. “When I get home,” he starts again, normally cool voice shaky with apprehension, “will you have dinner with me?”

“You mean, l-like a date?”

Shoto sucks in a deep breath before he nods, “Yes, a date.” He adds quickly, “If that’s alright.”

You look back at the phone looking utterly relieved and taken aback and he’s once again struck with the overwhelming want to kiss you. “Y-yes.” Your grin nearly blinds him. “Yes, Shoto, I would love to have dinner with you.”

Oh, do the tabloids have a field day with that headline. “Pro-Hero Shoto Spotted At Dinner With Young College Student; Should We Be Concerned?” “Shoto’s First Date? She’s How Old?!” “Pro-Hero Shoto Has Discovered His Type”

You especially find the tabloids amusing, taking to occasionally calling him “old man” or “old timer” as a joke. He pretends to be annoyed by it, but you know he thinks its just as funny as you do. Leave it to the press to blow a three year age difference way out of proportion. It’s fine by the both of you though because you have each other, and you both know the true nature of your relationship, which is all that matters.

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✨ written 10/12/19 ✨

#shoto todoroki x reader #todoroki x reader #shoto todoroki #todoroki imagines #todoroki headcanons #bnha #mha #bnha headcanons #bnha x reader #mha x reader #bnha scenarios #shoto todoroki bnha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia

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domesticsns · 4 years

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first, thx for answering all my asks abt tobirama and sasuke + cheating or whatevs, but its truly amazing how your mind works for all those scenerios i seriously admire it. and it makes sense, both sasuke and naruto are dumbasses who deadass can’t put 2+2 bc they think they’re doing the right thing and that’s what i love. but now that you brought up naruto’s insecureness, i’d like to see how he handles that in an internal way without telling sasuke because he feels like he shouldn’t nag at him

Thank you, I don’t think i 100% got what you were trying to say between line 3 and 4 but I know you mean it as a compliment so I’ll take it.

I actually like answering asks, it helps me think deeper about this AU. So you can always come ask away. even off anon because y’know I don’t bite...outside of the bedroom.

Naruto strong arms is that he is very social and quite open. He might feel a little awkward talking about this particular feelings because it is not fair towards Sasuke or Tobirama. If he would talk to Sasuke about how he feels around Tobirama. It is not for Sasuke to come with a solution of transfering to another precinct or dropping the case to another detective and ignore Tobirama. Even though he knows Sasuke would do all of that in a heartbeat if Naruto would tell him how he feels. But it wouldn’t be a good thing. So Naruto not talking to Sasuke is for his own benefits because he doesn’t need a solution for feeling this way he needs to feel ‘acknowledged’ which is not at all Sasuke’s strong suit.

So he would probably talk to his close friends about it. That would include Lee, Kiba, Shikamaru and Chouji. Lee and Kiba stood by Naruto his entire relationship long whereas Shikamaru and Chouji knows them since middle school. In this particular scenario Lee is the kind of guy u need to have. He is such a morality booster. If Naruto would talk about how he feels and says that his feelings are unfair and but he feels them nonetheless. Like he wish he was dangerously strong, analytical and more mature but he is not. It is not in his nature he will forever be a dork who always tries to see the good in people and be emotional and maybe...Kinda dumb.

Lee tells him he is a wonderful human being and an amazing husband. and he gives examples of times Naruto was an absolute sweetheart and made some pretty good reasoning that there is a reason Sasuke is with Naruto for as long as they have and it is because they complete each other and it forms a balance. If Naruto was more like Kakashi or Tobirama for that matter it would have never lasted for over a decade.

Naruto admits Lee is making some pretty good points. He talk about his other issue of feeling kinda goofy and weak when it comes to Sasuke or Tobirama. Sasuke is always the one protecting Naruto. Naruto get is an argument with some racist/sexist asshole. Sasuke protects him. Some people are calling them homophobic names for holding hand in public. Sasuke beats them up. Somebody even dares to raise a finger on Naruto. Sasuke is there.

He says recalls the time they were dating for a year and how they got in this argument with this asshole at the bar and he threatened to punch Naruto in the face and Naruto said if he did that his boyfriend was going to break his arm and then Kiba reminded them that Sasuke was working that night and not with them and Naruto turned back to the guy and said, “Oh shit” and got a bruise on his cheek and that very same night when they were in their apartment icing their bruises and Sasuke dropped by saying he heard them talk in the hallway so he figured they were still up and he saw Lee,Kiba and Naruto covered in bruises and he asks, “Who?” and Kiba give an accurate description of this huge bodybuilder bold guy and Sasuke says, “where?” and lee said the bar they were in and got kicked out off. Sasuke nods and says, “be right back”

and in an hour they heard a knock on the door and they found the guy on his knee, one arm heavily bend in a way an arm should not be bend. Weeping as his face was swollen up and he could barely see from one eye while blood was still coming from his broken nose. This guy was well over 2 meters tall and over 300 pounds of mere muscle was on his knees on the doorstep, crying, while Sasuke this little over 175 cm slim guy barley weighing 130 pounds is standing behind him, arms folded, looking pissed aff.

“Say it!” He hissed and this man sobs every harder, clearly frightened and said. “I AM SORRY! I AM SO SORRY! PLEASE FORGIVE ME I SHOULD HAVE NEVER EVEN RAISED MY VOICE AT YOU!”

Naruto looks wide eyes and Lee and Kiba both share a look with one another.

“And!” Sasuke hissed.

“Women should not just stay in the kitchen and immigrants should stay in this country and not be deported. Also I was wrong to call you ugly you are so very cute and...”

“We’ve been over this.” Sasuke narrowed his eyes and this guy is trying to remember his text, “Hot?”

“I SAID SEXY!” Sasuke hissed and this man just grabs Naruto’s legs and hold on to it begging him to call his boyfriend off.

Naruto still looks shocked and he is like, “yeah....Yeah...I think he got the point. I accept your apology”

“Now scram.” Sasuke demands and this guy looks so relieved he can finally run away and Sasuke turns to Naruto and holds his face in his hand, kissing his bruised cheek.

Lee laughs at this and says that that was the moment Kiba stopped rough housing with Naruto because he was too afraid of Sasuke.

Naruto smiled at the memory before stating he never was able to protect Sasuke like that and Lee looked at him a bit baffled and said, “But I didn’t think a guy like him needs protection in that sense?”

Naruto looks kinda confused at this and said, “Obviously he can handle himself, but it might have been nice knowing I was some use-”

“but you are Naruto. You’re his emotional support, you have always been that to him, have you not?” and Lee recalls the time they were going out one night and the evening had barely started when Naruto got a phone call from Sasuke and it was a two minute conversation where Naruto stated he was going to go and when asked what was wrong. Naruto said,”Sasuke never calls.”

“But did he say something was wrong?” Kiba asked a bit pissed his friend was leaving so early. and Naruto said, “It is Sasuke. If he calls to ask me where I am and proceeds to respond with okay nevermind...It means something is wrong.”

and he apologised to his friends before going to Sasuke. Who had woken up from a pretty bad nightmare and was still shaking when Naruto arrived. He had hugged him and talked to him and placed soft kisses all over Sasuke until he managed to fall asleep again in peace and even thought it was barley twelve o’clock. Naruto stayed with him till 7 in the morning where his boyfriend had to get up for work.

It was fair to say, talking to Lee made Naruto feel a lot better and realise, yeah he might not be physically strong. He would never gain those skills, but he is always there for Sasuke on an emotional level.

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moodyvalentinestories · 5 years

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Some Rules Are Meant to Be Broken | Thomas Hunt x Rachel Fields

He was willing to break his rule for her. And not just willing, he seemed to be more than eager to do it.

I’m late (again) because my writing speed for NSFW shenanigans is, like, one sentence every ten minutes. This was meant for Prompt 19: Desire of the @choicesnovemberchallenge but, uh, yeah. It’s not quite what it was supposed to be anymore. Oooops.

Warning: NSFW! Mature! 18+! Don’t click the read more button if you’re too young for this stuff, kiddos.

Summary: It’s finally time to break (Not-)Rule #2. Anyone remember what that was? ;-)

Pairing: Thomas Hunt x Rachel Fields

Word Count: ~ 1,900 words

Notes:

Me: Oh, yeah, smutty stuff! This is going to be so great. The Fic: 99% other shit, 1% badly written smut. Me: Why am I not surprised?

Also, it’s kind of a mess overall because I’m running on pretty much zero sleep since, after missing almost all my lectures last week, I have so much stuff to catch up on.

It was a bad idea. A terrible idea, really, but Rachel didn’t much care. White-hot anger was raging inside her as she walked down the corridor to Hunt’s office. She’d had about enough of his constant excuses, and if she didn’t tell him tonight, she felt like she’d explode.

He’d stood her up, again, because work was just that much more important to him than her. Which already sucked in and of itself, but what was far worse was the fact that he’d promised, and more than on one occasion, that he would make time for her. She’d always thought Thomas Hunt was a man of his word. Clearly, she’d been wrong about that. She’d been wrong about him.

Maybe it would have been a good idea to take a moment to calm down before barging into his office, but she didn’t hesitate for a second before tearing open the door forcefully. “Thomas.”

He looked up from his screen with a start. “Miss Fields,” he said emphatically. “What can I do for you?”

“Cut the crap,” she said as she strode to his desk, her expression a fierce scowl. He’d seen it before, but never directed at him.

For just a moment, Thomas almost feared for his life. But even Rachel wouldn’t be reckless enough to murder him on campus… right?

He cleared his throat. “I thought we agreed not to discuss personal matters here.”

“Oh, we did,” she said. She was standing right in front of his desk now, leaning down so they were eye to eye. The murderous look still hadn’t vanished from her face, and Thomas began to worry again. “But if you can break your word then so can I.”

“What are you—” Shit. His eyes flitted to the time displayed in the corner of his computer screen. Shit, shit, shit. “I’m sorry, I—”

She let out a laugh; venomous and cold. “You were working, I know.”

He felt bad, he did, but she had no right – no right – to storm into his office like this. Except, of course, she did. He had stood her up without so much as a call or a text, after all. How long had she waited for him? Surely, she hadn’t spent the entire two hours in his driveway, had she? He looked up at her again. She had. He swallowed hard. “I’m sorry. I am,” he apologised again. “You could have called.”

“I did. About a dozen times.”

His eyes widened as he reached into his pocket to pull out his phone. Sure enough, his screen showed 13 missed calls. “I—"

“I know your work is important to you. I do. But you told me you’d make time,” she said through gritted teeth, trying to keep her voice down. “You told me that I was important to you, too. That you cared. Was that a lie, too?”

“Of course not! Rachel, I—”

She shook her head, the angry look on her face replaced by heart-breaking sadness. “It really doesn’t matter. I’m just… I’m tired, Thomas. I’m tired of feeling like there’s always going to be something more important than me.”

“There’s nothing more important to me than you,” he said. It was the truth. Even while working, he couldn’t stop thinking about her. So much so that the protagonist of the script he’d been editing had slowly but surely begun to take on characteristics that were so very distinctly Rachel’s.

She gave a sad smile. “Clearly, I’m not. I’m just… I can’t do this right now.” She turned around to leave.

Thomas snapped his laptop shut and jumped out of his chair to follow her, catching her just before she could reach for the door handle. “Please stay, Rachel. Don’t leave. Not like this.”

“I should leave,” she said, quietly. “I don’t want to keep you from working.”

She was so close now, so damn close, and all Thomas could think about was how he hadn’t seen her off campus in over a week, and how it had all been his fault, and how he couldn’t stand the thought of losing her again – and he decided to throw all caution to the wind then as he reached past her to lock the door before pushing her up against it.

“Fuck work,” he muttered – it was likely the first time he’d ever said, or even thought, that – and closed the remaining distance between them, capturing her lips in a searing kiss. God, he’d missed her.

His name fell from her lips in a quiet moan, and it was all the encouragement he needed.

The rational part of his brain was screaming at him that this was a terrible – dangerous – idea, but, for once in his life, Thomas didn’t listen. He didn’t care.

All he cared about in that moment was her, and the fact that he’d somehow made her believe that he didn’t want her around when nothing could have been further from the truth.

“I’d rather focus on you than work,” he said between kisses. Even if he’d wanted to, he wouldn’t have been able to focus on anything but her.

Rachel pulled back slightly to look at him and asked, tentatively, “Are you… are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure,” he said and kissed her again, pushing her further against the sturdy wooden door until she felt his growing desire press against her. “Don’t ever think I don’t want you,” he added and gave a roll of his hips for emphasis, driving himself into a frenzy. He let his lips move away from her mouth and along her jaw until he reached her ear, where he whispered hoarsely, “I need you, Rachel. Right here, right now.”

The admission made her stomach flip; in the best way possible. He was willing to break his rule for her. And not just willing, he seemed to be more than eager to do it. “Then show me. Show me just how much you need me.”

Thomas didn’t have to be told twice. He picked her up – her legs wrapping around him tightly as he did – and carried her over to his desk. In one swift motion, he pushed everything off it, then set her down on the now-cleared surface.

Her hands immediately went between them, getting to work on his belt buckle, when he pulled back and shook his head slightly. “No.” She wanted to protest, but he dropped to his knees in front of her and continued, “Let me properly apologise to you first.”

He wanted her. God, did he want her. But, more than that, he wanted to make her feel good. He wanted to give her everything she deserved and more. He wanted to—

“Thomas,” she said impatiently, making him look up at her as she squirmed on his desk. The sight alone was already exhilarating but hearing her desperate plea really did him in. “Please.”

Within seconds, he’d pushed her skirt up and her underwear down, smiling to himself at the dampness of the fabric. “I really am sorry,” he said as he spread her legs wider and manoeuvred his head between them, breathing against her sensitive flesh, “Words can’t express how sorry I am.”

And with that, he dove in, the sensation of his tongue against her eliciting a shriek from her that soon turned into a moan.

“Oh, God, Thomas…” Her hips jerked involuntarily against him, and he gripped her thighs with his strong hands to keep her in place.

She knew she was being too loud and bit down on her lip in an attempt to hold all sounds in as he swirled and flicked his tongue against her, but he was giving her more pleasure than she could have ever asked for, and it was all too much, and when she came, a sharp cry escaped her lips.

He gave her a few more licks, lapping up every drop of her, before he got back up and kissed her urgently. The taste of herself on his tongue excited her, and she wrapped her legs around him again, pulling him in. “I think I may just forgive you… if you’ll finally take me, that is.”

Thomas made quick work of his pants and boxers, then placed his hands on her hips as he slowly but deliberately sank his cock into her. She threw her head back, eyes closed, and tried her best to stifle the moan that was threatening to fall from her lips. She failed to keep it in completely, but at least it ended up a quiet, breathy moan that sent delicious shivers down Thomas’ spine. With the rational side of him long silenced, he found that having her on his desk like this, in a place where people could have easily heard them, turned him on beyond belief.

As he began building up a rhythm within her, he placed a kiss just beneath her ear and breathed, “Let me hear you, Rachel.”

She gasped in surprise. It was late, and the building was likely empty but… could they really risk it?

It wasn’t much of a choice as Thomas thrust into her harder, hitting her in just the right spot. “Fuck! Thomas! I’m—” Still sensitive from her earlier orgasm, the second high of the night washed over her in a wave of pure ecstasy.

His release followed right after as he pushed deep into her one last time, wrapping his arms tightly around her to be as close to her as he possibly could, cursing the barrier of fabric between them. We should have taken the time to undress.

They remained in each other’s arms for a long while, foreheads pressed together, eyes closed, as they caught their breaths.

“Thomas?” Rachel whispered eventually.

He hummed. “Hmm?”

“We still need to talk.”

He opened his eyes and pulled back slightly to look at her. “No. I need to talk.”

“Thomas—”

“Shh.” He pressed a finger to her lips, then shook his head. “I know I’m repeating myself, but I’m sorry if I made you feel like I don’t…” He struggled to find the right words and let out a sigh. “Work is… it’s what used to be the most important thing in my life. And it still is important to me.”

“I know, I don’t mean to—”

He placed his hand on her cheek tenderly. “Please, Rachel, let me say this.”

She nodded.

“I care a great deal about my work,” he said, caressing the soft skin of her cheek with his thumb. “But I care about you more. So, so much more. And if you ever – ever – feel like I’m neglecting you again, don’t hesitate to take me to task. Don’t wait until it’s almost too late. Please.”

She was about to protest and tell him that she’d done just that, but the knowing look he gave her shut her up. “Okay.”

“And I promise, next time we have plans, I’m setting an alarm.”

Rachel chuckled at that. “You know how to set an alarm on your phone?”

“I— it can’t be that hard, can it?”

She kissed him softly, smiling against his lips. “You are old.”

“Too old to stay here much longer,” he agreed, stifling a yawn. “Come home with me?”

It was yet another bad idea, considering she had an early morning class the next day, but she wanted nothing more than to fall asleep in his arms tonight. “Nothing would make me happier.”

Tags: @lilyofchoices @trappedinfandoms @flyawayboo @alleksa16 @silversparrow02 @hopelessromantic1352 @i-bloody-love-drake-walker

#wherefore art thou my professor #wherefore art thou my student #rachel #thomas hunt #professor hunt #hwu #hwu hunt #hollywood u

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k-popscenxrios · 5 years

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Didn’t Ask For This Pt 17 (Roommate!JK x OC)

A/N: AHHH!! Sorry this took so long to finally post!! I’ve been playing BTS World busy lately being social with friends and then I had to work, so it took longer than I wanted! But the wait is finally over, and I’m so excited to post this! The next part should be the finale, and I’m going to try and get it out before the 4th of July! Please help me stick to that goal lol

Summary: “I didn’t know you hated me so much,” he spoke as he grabbed my wrist and once again turned me around to face him, “and quite honestly, I don’t think I’ve done anything horrible enough for you to hate me to the degree that you do.” “You say that like the hate isn’t mutual,” I remarked as he shook his head. There was a bitter smile on his face as he took a deep breath, “I think you are quite honestly one of the worst human beings I’ve had to come in contact with.”

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Jungkook’s eyes refused to meet mine after finishing the story of what had happened. I wanted to be upset over it all because that tramp kissed my boyfriend, but I was more worried than anything. She’s transferring to his college, and who knows how often he might run into her? I had no idea the likelihood of that happening, but it was more likely than Jungkook and I running into each other during the school months, that’s for sure.

“I’m…” I started as Jungkook slightly flinched, “I’m not mad, Jungkook. I’m glad you told me what happened.” Jungkook seemed to release a lot of tension after I said that, and I softly smiled seeing him relax a little.

“I just want to know what makes you think it’s a good idea to try pushing me away?”

Jungkook’s eyes shifted to look into mine as I noticed him slightly tense again. Unease started stirring in the pit of my stomach as I watched him and his expressions very carefully. Why was that question so unnerving for him?

“I-I…” he stuttered as I blinked to try and keep myself calm. Everything’s going to be okay, and I can’t forget that. We’re going to work this out. I know we are...

“I’m afraid that I won’t stay faithful to you.”

His words were simple and short when coming out of his mouth, but the impact that they had on my heart was tremendous. We’d been so connected to each other the past few weeks of the summer, and nothing was separating the two of us. We’d argue and bicker, but at the end of the day, we’d be smiling and cuddling with one another. It's been so long since I had been legitimately scared for us. The last time I felt this horrible was when we had told Taehyung the truth between us.

We’d had our fair share of issues, but infidelity had never even come up between us.

“You think…” I nearly choked on an upcoming sob that I was able to suppress in my throat. My tears were begging to fall from my eyes as I looked down, “Y-You think that you’ll cheat on me?”

I could sense Jungkook’s panic at just how pathetic I felt after what he said. I couldn’t believe that this was even an issue he was worried about. I never imagined that he would have doubts about his self control.

“What, is Jennie that irresistible that you can only push her away for so long?” my sadness was shifting to bitterness as Jungkook’s wide eyes stared into my dark and depressed ones. “If you’re that horny, what’s stopping you from coming here to see me over some of your weekends? You have no reason to even look at another girl with lust when I’m not going anywhere.”

“That’s the problem!” Jungkook choked out, his eyes pure fear, “You’re not going anywhere. You’re staying right here and probably never going to leave.”

“I’m not leaving here until college is over, sure,” I nodded, but it was a strained nod, “But what’s stopping me from leaving here once that happens?”

“But you have three years of school left at least,” Jungkook shook his head. His eyes were telling me that this was killing him inside, but I wasn’t feeling any warmth coming from his body. I also couldn’t feel anything but contempt for him as his confession continued to play through my head. We were sitting so close to one another, but I felt like I was so far away from him. “I’ve been looking in the job market for after I graduate in May, and all the good jobs are hundreds of miles from here.”

“What’s wrong with the jobs in this area?” I asked, the panic in my voice very evident as I ran a shaky hand through my hair, “Jungkook, I know for a fact that they have plenty of jobs in this area for your degree.”

“Their pay grade is super low,” Jungkook stated as my mouth froze right before I spoke the words that I was about to say. The pay grade is low, huh?

“I see,” I nodded, getting up from his bed as I took a deep breath, giving in to my sobs that I had done such a good job of repressing until this moment. I had stood up to move out of his room, but with my back facing him and my body no more than a foot from his bed, I froze where I stood, “I’m the world’s biggest idiot for falling in love with you if s-something like a pay grade is keeping you from me.”

“Shit, Ari, I’m sorry,” he sounded shaken, but I felt no sympathy for him. “I’m so fucking sorry, I didn’t mean for it to sound like that, I swear.”

“So you’re sorry for the pay comment but not about you being so eager that you’ll sleep with any girl that gives you even the slightest interest,” I spat, nearly running out of breath. I felt pitiful standing in the middle of his room, and I had to resist the urge to run and hide in my room for the rest of the day.

Jungkook started moving to get up from his bed as I suddenly felt very desperate to stay away from Jungkook. The more I thought about what he’d said, the worse I felt.

“Ari, I didn’t mean that, I just-”

I spun around and angrily wiped my tears away, “If that’s true, you wouldn’t have even thought of saying them.”

“A-Ari,” he reached out to stop me from leaving, but I was quicker than him. I backed away and turned to stumble into my room, locking the door behind me. It wasn’t long before I heard Jungkook press himself up against the door.

“I-I didn’t mean it, Ari. I really didn’t. I could never even think about cheating on you.”

“Then why the hell would you say it?!”

I didn’t mean to yell because quite honestly, I didn’t like raising my voice. I especially hated raising my voice at Jungkook. I just couldn’t handle just how he would even think to say that to me.

“I’m sorry, Ari, I’m just scared…”

His voice was soft and barely made its way through my door, but I ripped myself away from that side of my room. I gave him a chance to explain himself, and all he did was spew things out to hurt me. I had no obligation to give him another chance. I just needed to have some time to myself.

As much as I hated it, Jungkook and I were losing this day, too. I could only hope that we could work this through tomorrow… I could only hope that I’ll be willing to forgive him tomorrow.

Jungkook and I have the same cleaning shift today, and we're stuck working alone. When we initially got the schedule, I was thrilled to no end about working with Jungkook. It wasn’t often that we got to work together alone. We normally were either split jobs with him on concessions and me on cleaning, or we’d have a third and/or fourth person with us while cleaning theaters.

I reluctantly agreed to ride with Jungkook, and the only reason I agreed was because of Taehyung.

“You two are only going to be working together for so much longer,” Taehyung frowned and pulled me out of my room. I could only assume that Jungkook had told him about our fight the day before. I stayed in my room all day yesterday to avoid the two of them, but today I wasn’t so lucky.

Maybe it won’t be so bad to have these two toxic boys out of my apartment.

“You seemed awfully fine with keeping up Jungkook’s charade the other night,” I commented as we stepped into the living room. Jungkook looked up at the two of us from his phone screen, sitting on the couch with his legs pulled up on the couch under him.

“You two have to work this out,” Taehyung patted me on the back before shoving me in Jungkook’s direction. Both of our faces shifted to discomfort, but Taehyung wasn’t giving up.

“At least agree to ride to work together. You two need to talk this out.”

So here I was, sitting in the passenger’s seat of Jungkook’s car. It wasn’t an unusual setting for the two of us since we always drove to work together ever since we became an official couple. However, riding to work today was deafeningly silent, neither one of us wanting to say anything to the other person. I was still hurt from Jungkook’s infidelity comment, and he was still convinced that we’re better off breaking up before he goes off to college.

I couldn’t help but be pissed at him the more I thought about it. He promised me when we got together that we would work something out at the end of the summer, yet here we are.

“You know,” I tried to hold my tongue, but when it came to Jungkook, it was really hard for me to, “If I had known that you were going to chicken out of this relationship at the end of the summer, I would have tried to make it work with Hoseok.”

I noticed Jungkook’s grip on his steering wheel tighten at my remark. I knew that what I said would get to him, and quite honestly, I didn’t mind hurting his feelings right now. He’s made me so angry that I almost found pleasure in angering him. It was a feeling reminiscent of the beginning of the summer.

“Maybe you would have been better off.”

My breathing stopped short after that comment came out of his mouth. I had intended to make him jealous, but instead I just felt worse. I felt my eyes narrowing at the road in front of us as we stopped at a red light.

I turned my head to face away from his before uttering out my next words, “You’re probably right.”

…

Yoongi was very quick to pick up the discomfort between Jungkook and I. We had simply walked through the door to the lobby, and one look at the two of us had him narrowing his eyes at me.

“What was all that ish about making up with Jungkook, your days being numbered, and whatnot?” He started grilling me for information when I walked up to his station at the podium. It wasn’t often that Yoongi was stuck with tearing tickets at the theaters’ entrance, but tonight happened to be one of those nights.

“Well, I said all that before he told me that he can’t promise he won’t cheat on me when he goes off to college.”

Yoongi grimaced and looked at Jungkook who was quickly approaching us. It was as if he knew that we had been talking about him.

“Yikes. Kid’s a pretty big idiot for that one.”

“Ya’ think?”

We stopped talking as Jungkook finally came within earshot. He looked tense since he knew he was outnumbered standing here with Yoongi by my side.

“Anyway,” I sighed loudly and turned to Yoongi. His eyes widened as he noted the tone in my voice. He predicted what was about to come out of my mouth before I had the chance to say it judging from his grimace. “I look forward to rooming with you, Min. I’ll let you know when Jeon and Tae officially move out.”

I didn’t even glance at Jungkook after casually mentioning that Yoongi was planning on moving in with me. He didn’t dare say anything as he silently followed behind me.

…

The air was mostly tense as we cleaned the theaters together. I could tell that Jungkook was debating saying something to me at certain points of the night, but he would eventually decide against it.

It wasn’t until we had finished up our fifth theater that Jungkook conjured up the courage to ask what he had been dying to ask for the past thirty minutes.

“So,” he started, causing me to look back at him. I had just finished dumping my dustpan’s trash into the garbage as Jungkook moved to do the same. “Yoongi’s moving in after we leave?”

“Yep.” I nodded, answering short and sweet. I didn’t want to volunteer any information to him. I wanted him to ask if he really wanted to know bad enough.

“Oh.”

The conversation died there as the two of us continued walking with one another. I started to feel my heart aching at the silence, and I was nothing short of confused.

I dared myself to glance Jungkook’s way, my eyes locking into his to my surprise. I had been so indifferent around him up until now. I allowed my anger to get the best of me, but now…

The thought of Jungkook leaving in four days was something that I had failed to remember until the moment our eyes locked. It was something that my voice had been telling me in the back of my mind, but this moment was when I decided to start hearing it again.

This wasn’t the beginning of the summer. We didn’t have all kinds of time to argue and slowly forgive each other. If we don’t make up before these next days are up, things will never be the same between us. Jungkook will just be written out of my life as my first boyfriend and first love.

There was a huge part of me that was hoping that he would be my first and last.

As I looked into Jungkook’s eyes, I felt my jaw tighten. Those were the eyes of the man that I love and the man that I desperately want to be with in the coming years. I want us to grow and become better people for each other. I never want to imagine my life without him.

I was dying for him to feel the same way about me.

“Kook,” I spoke before thinking about what I was going to say. I had his full attention as we slowly walked into our next theater, stopping once we got inside. I could sense a shift between us as the mood became a lot less tense.

“I’m sorry.”

My mouth hung open as if I was going to say something, but Jungkook’s words had caught me off guard. I thought that he was still angry with me over my passive comments, but obviously I was wrong. He moved closer to me, but he didn’t reach out to touch me.

“I can’t stand you being upset with me like this. I thought pushing you away was the best thing I could do for you, but I’m so incredibly wrong,” his eyebrows furrowed as he took a deep breath through his nose. “I-I want you to have the best, Ari. I want you to have the best phone, the best car, the best house. I want to be able to provide for you all of those things. I.. I know that I could never cheat on you, I’m just scared. I’m scared of how it’s going to be once Taehyung and I leave. I’m just an ass and… and I was assuming that you might rather have someone else than wait for me.”

It took me several seconds of processing as my brain tried to catch up with his words. I wasn’t surprised that his comment about cheating was half-hearted, but I couldn’t believe that he thought that I cared that much about money. If I was that greedy, I would not be working the job that I am.

“Jungkook, I don’t care about having the best of anything if I don’t have you,” I took a step closer to him as he stayed rooted in place. “I don’t care about money, especially if that’s your reasoning for pushing me away. If you can stand working a job here with a lower pay while you wait for me to get out of college, we could move somewhere together where the job opportunities are better..”

Jungkook didn’t say anything as his eyes stared deep into mine. It looked like he was searching for something in them, his expression softening as I spoke my next words.

“And you’re such an ass for breaking my heart over that cheating comment. Don’t say it if you don’t mean it, douchebag,” I kept my emotions in check with a few deep breaths as Jungkook swallowed, reluctantly reaching out to me. His hand brushed against my forearm on it’s way to rest on my hip. I looked down at the contact before looking up at Jungkook, my heartbeat increasing tremendously.

“I’m a fucking idiot to think that I could live without you.”

His words were like a spell as I felt all tension and remorse being lifted from the two of us. The air felt comfortable and enlightening as Jungkook’s hand slid to press against my back, pulling my body flush against his. My hands were quick to rest on his shoulders at the base of his neck as we silently stared at each other.

Just the simple action of looking into his soft eyes brought be back to the day he walked into my apartment with his duffle bag and his cocky attitude. He spent more time teasing me than he did talking to Taehyung, and that thought made me smile. Jungkook’s head tilted in slight confusion to my sudden smile as I looked down to try and hide it from him.

“You know,” I spoke against his shirt as I felt Jungkook bury his nose in my hair, “I would have never imagined that you would turn out to be a pretty decent guy. Thinking back to the beginning of the summer always amuses me. Mr. “I’m never wrong” actually apologized to Soomin despite everything she did to you. That’s a vast improvement of who you used to be.”

“I can’t believe you still talk to that tramp,” Jungkook mumbled as I silently agreed with him. Jungkook still hasn’t forgiven Soomin for telling Taehyung about us, and to be honest, I haven’t forgiven her either. She’s just such a mess of a person that I can’t help but at least try to keep her from falling off the deep end.

“Focus on the conversation at hand,” I scolded, poking my finger into his collarbone. I moved my head from his chest to look up at him as I felt my insides melting. He was looking at me with the softest, widest eyes he could possibly have as I leaned up to press a soft kiss to his lips.

I had intended for the kiss to be a short and sweet one, but once our lips made contact, something in Jungkook snapped. His soft hold suddenly became a desperate hug around my waist as I allowed him to hold me firmly to him. His pillowy lips applied more pressure to our kiss as I brushed my fingers along the bare skin of his neck.

It had only been a few days since we had last kissed, but it was the longest we had been without kissing the other since becoming a couple.

“I want you to come to Uni with me,” Jungkook pulled away slightly to look me in the eyes. He wasn’t kidding despite how ridiculous his request was.

“Wouldn’t that be nice,” I let out a soft laugh, but it was slightly pained, “You said so yourself, I’m too dumb for your university.”

Jungkook didn’t crack even a small smile as I felt mine slowly fading away.

“What if you took a leap year?” he swallowed and gripped at the fabric on the back of my shirt, “You could come and live with Taehyung and I.”

“You two are living in the dorms, Kook,” I swallowed as I started thinking about the possibilities. It couldn’t happen, it won’t happen, and I didn’t need to get my hopes up.

“We’d get an apartment near campus. You could even apply to work at the movie theater in town. It would be like nothing changed.”

A nice as it sounded to not have to leave Jungkook, I just… wasn’t excited about the idea. I would be dropping school for a year to live in a place that I’m unfamiliar with. I’d have no friends to rely on when Jungkook and I got in an argument. I wouldn’t have anyone to spend time with or joke around with when Jungkook and Taehyung were busy.

I’d just sit at home and wait for them to get back from school. Not to mention that working at another movie theater would not feel the same as it does here. I have friends here, best friends who I love and enjoy working with.

Speaking of friends, I’d already agreed to living with Yoongi once Jungkook and Taehyung leave. I’d feel horrible if I turned him down after agreeing to live together.

“Kook…” his hopeful expression immediately fell when he heard the tone of my voice. He already knew what was coming, and he was sorely disappointed in my decision. “I can’t just pick up and leave. I’ve signed up for my classes this year and I’ve already made roommate arrangements. I have a lease on my apartment that doesn’t run out until December. Nothing aligns for that to seem like a good idea.

His disappointment made me feel horrible as I cupped his face in my hands. “I love you, Kook. We’ll be okay if we have to spend a few months apart. You can call me when you miss me, and nothing’s stopping you from coming to visit me over some of your weekends.”

He pressed his forehead against mine and tried to hide his disappointment. He wasn’t doing a very good job of it. “I’m going to miss the hell out of you, babe.”

I don’t know why, but the way that Jungkook said those words knocked the breath out of me. His voice was so soft and pure, every syllable being etched into my mind. I played the words over and over again in my head like a broken record, a soft smile leaking into my features.

“I’m going to really miss you, too, Kook.”

…

Yoongi didn’t seem surprised anymore when it came to Jungkook and I, so when we walked up to him with smiles on our faces, he didn’t seem phased.

“We’re done with our first round of theaters,” I informed, “So please stop asking me what theaters are clean over the ‘talkie. It’s getting kinda old.”

Yoongi grabbed the walkie talkie and held it up to his mouth, pressing the button to speak, “Sorry, you said that 7 is clean, right?”

I sent him a sarcastic smile and was reaching for the walkie talkie I had hooked to my waistband. I felt it being snatched from my hip as I raised my eyebrows, eyes trailing up to an amused Jungkook.

“I think she said that 7 isn’t clean. Don’t send anyone back until she gives the all clear.”

I swiped the walkie talkie from Jungkook as I glared at him, “Stop that before I send the both of you in there to vacuum the floors.”

At the mention of the dreaded vacuuming job, the both of them were quick to shut up. I looked in between the two of them for a few silent seconds before winking, a devious smile on my face.

“Now if you’ll excuse me,” I spoke into the walkie talkie as I turned around and started walking away, “I’m going on my break. Later losers.”

I heard Jungkook’s jogging footsteps behind me as I glanced over at his form appearing next to me, “Not without me, you’re not!”

“I’m really disappointed in Jungkook.”

I snapped my neck in the direction of the general manager, Seokjin. He had been mumbling to himself for a few seconds as I stood in the back room, waiting for Jungkook to get back from the bathroom.

“Why?”

Seokjin raised his eyebrows and looked at me, pursing his lips for a few seconds. It was like he was trying to figure out what to say to me, “Well courteous employees give a two weeks notice when they’re leaving their job.”

My eyes nearly popped out of my head as I realized that Jungkook still hadn’t told me when he was leaving. I had been so caught up in trying to make up with him that I forgot that I didn’t actually know when he and Taehyung are moving out.

“Well when’s his last day?” I asked as Seokjin’s confusion continued to increase. I could only assume that he thought I should already know this information. He knew we were close. Of course, he didn’t know that we’re dating. I was afraid to disclose that information in fear that he would quit scheduling us together.

“He asked for it to be this Saturday.”

This Saturday… I could feel my stomach dropping as I finally got the confirmation that I needed. Jungkook’s leaving in four days, and he’s been holding out on letting me know that. He’s obviously not very good at making smart decisions.

“Oh,” I nodded, turning around and trying to hide my very upset and depressed expression from him, “Thanks for letting me know. Jungkook refused to tell me when he’s leaving.”

I didn’t give Seokjin a chance to respond to my remark, rushing out from the back room. I wanted to talk to Yoongi. He could help me cheer up. It’s okay. It’s fine that he’s leaving in four days. That’s plenty of time for us to spend together before he leaves…

As I walked up to Yoongi who was closing down the podium for the night, I could feel the evident frown on my face.

“Oh great,” Yoongi sighed and turned to me with an almost fed up expression. It only took him a couple seconds for his annoyance to soften into pity.

I moved closer to him before daringly wrapping my arms around Yoongi’s form. His body tensed against mine as I got a good whiff of his shampoo that I remembered smelling the time he had suddenly kissed me.

“You okay, Ari?”

I shook my head into his clothes as his arms slowly and almost reluctantly wrapped around me.

“Jungkook’s leaving me in four days and I’m not ready to let him go…”

I heard a sigh from Yoongi’s mouth as he tried to softly push me away from him. I looked up at him with my depressed eyes as he froze and swallowed. The look in my eyes cracked him as he bit his lip and pulled my body back into his.

“You’ll see him again, Ari. You two will be okay.”

I nodded in agreement because Jungkook and I were going to be fine. Jungkook’s going to shove Jennie away from him with all his might, and I’m going to patiently wait for Jungkook to finish up college so that he can move back here with me.

I just needed to think about our future together and stop thinking about all the depressing sides of the story. This is only temporary.

“Ari,” Yoongi spoke as I just hummed in response, “I think Jungkook is more suited to comfort you over this. Plus, he’s kinda sending me a murderous glare.”

I felt a smile break out on my face despite the situation I was in. Pulling away from Yoongi, it wasn’t long before I spotted Jungkook across the lobby watching the two of us.

I walked away without saying goodbye to Yoongi, but he didn’t seem too care. With Jungkook and I walking toward the other, it was only a few seconds before we stood face to face. I wanted to bring up his sudden leave, but it wasn’t exactly the most appropriate place to talk about it.

Instead of saying anything to him, I grabbed his hand and started pulling him toward the back room.

“Is everything okay?” he asked, moving to grab my hand with his, intertwining our fingers together. I just nodded tightly, squeezing his hand. I needed to memorize this feeling before I’m not able to feel it anymore.

“I’ve never been better.”

…

The car ride was mostly silent, but it wasn’t an awkward silent like the ride from before work. Our fingers were interlocked, resting on the console of the car. The music was low and calming as I stared at Jungkook shamelessly. He glanced at me every once in a while, but he didn’t look enough to endanger us and cause a crash.

I had been fighting with myself internally over the new information that Seokjin had told me. I wanted to grill him for information, but I was a little scared to disturb the peace. We’d just made up, and I had little to no desire to spark any conflicting conversations.

But if I don’t say something, it’ll be all I’m thinking about until he leaves.

“So…” I swallowed my nerves and decided to go for it, “...When are you and Tae leaving for sure? Have you decided?”

Jungkook didn’t seem to be uncomfortable with the question which was very relieving on my part. I watched him as his eyes stayed forward even as we slowed down at a red light. He opened his mouth to answer me, but closed it before any words came out.

I let him take his time, respecting the fact that this seemed hard for him to say. It wasn’t an easy subject to swallow.

“We haven’t decided when we’re leaving,” he confessed as I felt slight confusion set in. It didn’t seem like he was lying to me, but knowing that he set a sudden leave date for work had me skeptical. I wanted to directly ask him about it, but I decided to play dumb again.

“What about work? What have you told them about leaving?” I felt Jungkook’s hand tighten in mine at my question. I want him to tell me the truth, and if he lies to me, I might lose my mind.

“Seokjin thinks I’m leaving for the dorms on Sunday, so my last day at the theater is this Saturday. I requested that we work together that night, but he hasn’t sent the schedule out yet to reassure that we’ll work together,” Jungkook confessed as I just nodded, pretending as if all the information that he was giving me was new.

“But you’re not leaving for the dorms on Sunday, are you?”

The car was silent again as I took a deep breath awaiting Jungkook’s response. My nerves were shot and my body was growing more and more tired the longer the silence lasted. I watched his face carefully, but he was very good about keeping a blank expression. I couldn’t read him this way, and it was slightly annoying.

“...I don’t know…”

I felt my heart drop at his confession as I felt a frown form on my face. He didn’t know? We’re four days out from Sunday and he didn’t know yet?

“What’s Taehyung doing? Cause aren’t he and Hana in our same situation? He hasn’t liked talking to me about her as of late.” Jungkook glanced at me as his hand squeezed mine. We were almost home, and I wanted to finish this conversation before going inside.

“He’s not sure what he’s doing. He’s the one kinda pushing for leaving on Sunday. If… If I had it my way, I won’t leave until next Saturday.”

We were pulling into the parking lot as he said that, and I could feel my heart swell. He wants to stay till next Saturday? I bit my lip and felt a small smile appearing on my face.

“I can tell you right now that I would love for you to be here another week with or without Tae. You know what it’ll mean if it’s just you and me…”

Jungkook put the car in park and took a deep breath before looking at me. His face was tinted red a little as I smiled and leaned forward, placing a soft kiss on his cheek.

“I think I’m gonna stay till next Saturday…” he almost whispered the words as he watched my lips hungirly. “I don’t want to leave you just yet.”

“And I don’t want you to leave just yet,” I responded before Jungkook leaned forward and pressed his lips to mine. Our hands that had been holding each other moved apart to caress each other’s skin. I brushed my thumb against his arm as I felt his touch melt all my worries away.

“You know,” I smiled and leaned my forehead against his, “I’m looking forward to next summer already.”

Jungkook smiled and brushed his nose against mine, “Agreed.”

Taehyung was in the kitchen when Jungkook and I got home. I was about to rush in and throw a bunch of questions his way about when he was going to leave, but I froze when I saw Hana in the kitchen with him. My mouth that I had opened was now shut closed to avoid saying something weird in front of her.

Taehyung and Hana were very close, but I don’t think Taehyung ever actually asked her to be his girlfriend. She was over every once in a while, so her presence wasn’t a complete shock.

I just felt my voice being lost deep in my brain as I couldn’t help but notice that Hana wasn’t just over, she was wearing pajamas. And they weren’t hers, they were Taehyung’s.

I felt my face heat up as our eyes locked, and her face mirrored mine. Taehyung didn’t seem phased. He made it seem like it was every day that I came home to find him and Hana hanging out in the kitchen after doing who knows what in the apartment.

“Tae,” my voice came out high and squeaky as he just glanced my way for a second or two. It wasn’t long before his eyes were back on the tea he was making. “A minute in my room please?”

He raised an eyebrow while still looking at his tea, “Why your room? Do you have something you need to hide from Jungkook?”

I wanted to facepalm at his comment as I noticed Hana’s face was flaming. Was he dumb, or am I just looking too far into this? Maybe she has a different reason for being here in Taehyung’s pajamas.

“Just come here,” I slightly snapped as Taehyung found my reaction amusing.

“Okay,” he laughed before looking to Hana to make sure she was okay. She just nodded, her face still flaming with embarrassment. It wasn’t long before Taehyung and I stepped into my room, and when I turned to shut the door, I noticed Jungkook sending me a pout. He knows I’m going to tell him about this conversation later, so I don’t understand why he had to look at me like that…

“Do you want to explain something to me?”

Taehyung’s eyebrows raised at my question before he opened his mouth to speak, “What do I need to explain?”

I groaned in annoyance as a smile broke out on Taehyung’s face. He knew what he was doing… “Tae. This isn’t funny.”

“Okay, okay,” he giggled, calming himself down long enough to speak, “I invited Hana over for some dinner since you and Kook were at work. I told her that Kook and I were planning to leave on Sunday. She seemed really disappointed over it, but she continued on smiling, saying she was happy for me. Something just… clicked. One thing lead to another, and we…”

“That’s all you have to say,” I stopped him as Taehyung smiled and bit his lip, “I don’t want to hear any details. I just wanna know if this was a one time thing or if you’re actually going to be official.”

Taehyung smiled and sat on the edge of my bed, “We haven’t talked about it, actually. She told me that she thinks she’s in love with me, and I… I think I feel the same about her.”

“She told you she loves you?” my eyes widened as I rushed over to stand in front of Taehyung, “And you didn’t say it back?!”

“Whoa, Ari,” Taehyung grabbed onto the sides of my arms, “I didn’t want to say it until I was for sure. After all, we’d have to do the whole long distance thing starting out. At least you and Kook spent most of the summer together.”

I took a deep breath and nodded, calming myself down. Taehyung made a good point with that. I never saw him as the long distance type since he loves skinship, but I could see him seriously consider it while sitting right in front of me.

“Why’d you wait so long? You could have asked her out at the beginning of the summer and she would have said yes…” I trailed off as I saw a blush forming on Taehyung’s face. He’d dated before, most of the girls being around for at least a few months at a time before they ultimately broke up. It wasn’t like he’d never dated before now like it was for me.

I felt my face heat up as I thought back to Jungkook and I’s early days. He had been such a douchebag to me, yet I fell so hard for him in the end. If I hadn’t accepted him at the beginning of the summer, I wouldn’t be as happy as I am now. Sure, we still fight like we did the past few days, but we were able to move past it so that we can spend the last of our days together savoring everything we have together.

“I don’t know,” Taehyung sighed in response, “I guess it’s because I feel different about her. I didn’t want to screw up what we had, but in hindsight, I’m mad at myself for not just taking a chance.”

I sat down next to Taehyung and wrapped my arm around his shoulders, “It’s not too late, Tae. Long distance relationships may suck, but if she’s really important to you, there’s no reason that you shouldn’t give it a shot.”

As if on cue, the door to my room slowly opened for Taehyung and I to see Jungkook stepping inside. I felt a small smile appear on my face at his sudden appearance. I figured he wouldn’t be able to stay away for more than a few minutes. He’s too nosy.

“Hey,” he said almost awkwardly as I just laughed and gestured for him to come in.

“Don’t you think that long distance relationships are worth a shot, Kook?” I asked him as he raised his eyebrows. I wouldn’t be surprised if Jungkook knew more about Taehyung and Hana’s relationship than I did, but in this moment, he seemed almost clueless to the root of the question.

“If this is a trick question,” he mumbled while looking at me with panicked eyes. I just stood up and shook my head, standing in front of him.

“Taehyung’s doubtful about having a long distance relationship with Hana,” I informed as Jungkook glanced over at Taehyung, “I want just trying to tell him that it’s not that bad in the grand scheme of things.”

Jungkook took a deep breath and looked back over to me. I continued to smile up at him before he grabbed my hand and pulled me against him. I felt my eyes widened and my face heated up at his sudden action, especially since Taehyung was in the room and watching us.

“If it means that I will one day get to spend every day seeing you again, it’s more than worth it.”

My heart jumped at his words as I smiled softly into his shirt. He smelled like his cologne that I love so much, and I’m going to miss smelling it… I might have to buy some just to spray every once in a while so that I could pretend that he’s still here…

“Thanks guys,” Taehyung spoke with no sarcasm underlying his words. I looked over Jungkook’s shoulder at my brother who was now fleeing the room. “If you two could stay here while I talk to Hana, I would really appreciate it.”

I gave him a thumbs up as Taehyung opened the door and walked out, closing it behind him almost violently. I jumped slightly at the noise as Jungkook let a soft laugh out his nose.

“I’m going to miss you,” Jungkook spoke as he pulled away from me so that he could look at me. “Don’t be surprised if I’m driving down here every chance that I get.”

I moved one of my hands to run through his hair as he leaned into my touch immediately, “That wouldn’t be fair for you. How about we alternate who drives to the other’s place?”

“But I live in the dorms on campus,” Jungkook was quick to inform as I bit my lip in disappointment. It was silent for a few seconds before Jungkook spoke up, uncertainty in his voice.

“M-my older sister lives near the campus, though. I’m sure she’d let you stay with her.”

My face heated up at Jungkook’s offer. Jungkook knew my family because of how often he was over at my house back in high school, but I didn’t know any of his. Of course, neither of our families knew about us being a couple... And I barely remembered that Jungkook has an older sister. Well, if my memory serves me correctly, she’s a half sister.

“I-I’ll think about it,” I looked down nervously as Jungkook shook his head and grabbed my chin with his soft hand. I was forced to look back at him as he just smiled.

“It’s just a suggestion. I’ll tell her about you before asking if you could stay with her,” Jungkook leaned in and placed a soft kiss on my lips, “I’m sure she’ll be thrilled to meet you, especially when she sees how much you’ve changed me.”

I swallowed and nodded, leaning up to place another kiss to his lips. This time he leaned further into me, careful to not knock me over with too much force. His hand that was still wrapped around me now run up and down my back to sooth me.

I pulled away for only a couple seconds to look into Jungkook’s eyes. I was going to miss looking into these eyes every day…

“You better say good things about me,” I teased as Jungkook let a slight laugh out before our lips connected again. Without warning, Jungkook hooked his arms to the back of my thighs and picked me up, holding my body completely against his while holding me up in the air. Our kiss hardly broke contact as he just stood in place, his grip on me tightening to make sure that I didn’t slip out of his hold. I could feel his rapid heartbeat against my chest as his lips hovered over mine.

“Same goes for you.”

I slightly giggled, “My family knows you already.”

Jungkook didn’t crack a smile, “Then make sure you remind them of how great I am.”

My eyes rolled as I buried my hands in his hair, holding his mouth to hover over mine, “Then remind me of how great you are, babe.”

I felt Jungkook’s skin shiver against me as his something seemed to snap within him. His eyes slightly narrowed as I just smirked at him. He moved his face away from mine as he pressed his mouth to my ear, whispering into it.

“Gladly.”

A/N: OKAY! This update is finally finished!!! I’m so happy to finally get this posted because I hated how long I kept you all waiting for this! Now you can go back to playing BTS World ;) (Also this games chapter difficulty curves really piss me off but guess who’s still playing anyway? Don’t even get me started on the Another Story missions from Chapter 2... -_-)

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Ship Request for @thisisgospelofthehorizon

If I may, I would like to pretty please ask for a written ship with the wolf pack (& since I am bi I am perfectly okay with including Leah^~^ )

Hello, my name is Anna. I am a plus size lady who is 167cm tall with long bob cut brown hair and green green eyes. My icon is of my face if that helps anything lol also, I wear glasses.

I tend to be a very quiet person in general, but I brighten up a LOT once I trust someone. Despite my being a writer, I have a hard time explaining myself as a person sometimes.

My loved ones have described me as the goddess of weird, super soft rebel, the parental friend (I am such a mom but tell too many dad jokes- therefore, parental friend lmao), soft spoken, a literal cat, and an old but curious soul. Friends across various ages have also told me I am Pixie from the Pixie & Brutus cartoon, on innumerable occasions.

Whether it be a bad or good thing, I tend to get along the most with people older or younger than I am, but not my same exact age. My personal philosophy is “do no harm, but take no shit” (please excuse my language), and definately live up to my Hufflepuff title.

With being an empath and also having Fibromyalgia, depression, and ptsd, I do best around those who respect my personal boundaries. I tend to show my affection through words of affirmation, and making them either their favourite food or a piece of art. When I get around a potential romantic interest, I tend to divert back to my extremely quiet (but also blushing) state. Because of this, I tend to do better if the potential love interest makes it hella obvious that they return my affection. I am also physically incapable of flirting hahaha

The love languages that I do best in receiving are words of affirmation, physical gifts, and acts of service. The words help calm my anxiety and insecurity, and gifts & acts because not only is it a token/display of affection but I also know that they would be able to take care of me.

My hobbies include writing, listening to music, singing, creating multimedia art, dancing for exercise, going to museums & libraries, reading, sharing meals with friends, and sleeping lol

I am a nerd when it comes to fairy tales & mythology across all the different continents. I also am currently learning Korean, Japanese, simplified Chinese, and am hoping to relearn the piano soon. Personally I prefer warmth to cold, going out on weekdays (since it’s quieter), not following the rules (cuz I think outside the box), and keeping an open mind when it comes to new experiences.

Please forgive me if that was way too long. Thank you so much for your time. I hope you have a great day, take care~

Thank you so much for requesting. I loved the way the description is in detail. From being quiet, to a nerd, reading, getting along with people and the romantic interest philosophy, we are so alike. I tried to tag the person who has requested this but I couldn't.

I ship you with Jacob!

The first thing he noticed about you was your eyes. Beneath your glasses, he saw the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen. He knew imprinting made the wolf say that his imprint was the best in the world but it wasn't just your looks but even your personality which captured his heart.

He had come across you for the first time in literature class. He was partnered with you. He saw the dedication on your face and in your writing. He was blown away with the fact that you could imagine so much and you could express your thoughts so well on paper.

"Wow! I never thought Shakespeare was that interesting. You made this complicated scene look so easy and your imagination has given a new approach towards the story."

He kept on rambling on how amazing your writing was. Not trusting him easily, you just smiled. He suggested that you both could study literature in the library which would help him pass in that class.

Your first meet in the library was extremely memorable. You couldn't believe how well he had broken the wall around you and made you feel comfortable with him in just one meeting. He soon realised that you were such a bright sunshine when you were around the people you were comfortable with.

He loved the way you could make anyone comfortable around you. In his eyes you just had to smile and your eyes did the rest to make everyone feel like home when with you. He loved the way you could get along with Emily, Jared and the rest of the pack with such an ease. In the very first meeting at Emily's you were the only one who could manage to get Emily to share with you her famous muffins recipe which she had swore to never share with anyone.

Many people assumed that with your sweet nature the could take advantage of you but you knew how to handle such people. He was first scared and protective of you but, when he saw you stand up for yourself and a boy boy who was being bullied just because you refused to shared your paper which would be considered in the final grading system, he was relieved to see you fighting up for yourself and even for others.

"Babe, I was always so worried about someone advantage of your nature and harm you but look at you, my fighter who, not only fights for herself but even others. I'm so proud of you baby. Now I guess even I and the wolf pack would have to be careful seeing your punches back in the hallway." And he ran away with you chasing him down the hallway in laughter.

"Come here. God I can't keep up with your speed."

He would stop and suddenly pull you closer to him and kiss on your forehead and hug you tight with a smile. He couldn't even imagine losing you. The very thought made him shiver.

He knew there were days and even phases when you didn't feel yourself. But don't worry, you had such an amazing boyfriend who always made sure that you are comfortable and in a very healthy state of mind. If any day you felt low or your health issues got worst, he would be ready with all the remedies to help you through the pain and comfort you. How does he know what you needed? When you tearfully told him about how sometimes it was tough, he, the same night researched about it and was always ready to help you. He always had a chocolate with him saying,

"Baby, there is nothing that a chocolate and a hug from your boyfriend can't fix."

No matter how much he teased you about your dad jokes but on a low day those jokes, your smile and cuddling you could make any day better. He knew you cared for your loved ones like a mother but he ensured that you received the same love and affection in return.

"Baby, what does sprinters eat before race?"

"God! I don't want your jokes again!"

"Babe! This time it's a really great one. Tell the answer."

"I don't know baby. "

"Nothing, They fast."

With this you had to run before your boyfriend grabbed your hand and ruffled your hair in laughter while pulling you close to him.

You guys shared a lot of hobbies. Your favourite past time was reading your favourite book while he laid his head on your lap just enjoying each other's company. He would take you on a dates to various monuments and museums where you discussed various theories you think would be applicable to the art in front of you.

He came to you whenever something troubled him as your open mind and way of looking at things would widen his thinking and make him more matured and he would always a solution to his problems or at least a way to solve the problem.

Both of your were kind of shy and that's what made it work between you guys. You could understand each other's silence. He would love the faint blush on your cheeks whenever you attempted to flirt and which you failed miserably but hey, efforts are more important, right? He would never mind to initiate affection only if your comfortable. Your personalities blended so well that you became each other's strength.

He would spend hours with you in the library and would love to see the sparkle in your eyes whenever you found a chapter in the Chinese or Japanese history exciting.

What the pack thinks of you:

Everyone in the pack loves you. Sam and Emily always find it funny when you guys fight. They even bet on who would win the competition in telling the correct date of a particular event in history.

Paul, Jared, Embry and Quil love to kidnap you for many intellectual sessions just to piss of Jake but it all ends in laughter.

Leah finally found someone with whom she could share her fears and someone to lean on. She is very protective of you.

Seth looks up to you and wishes to be such a kind but not letting anyone take you for granted person just like you.

All credits to the owner.

I really hope you like your ship. If not, I'll be happy to reconsider.

Have a great day and really sorry for posting so late.

Admin T.

#twilight #twilight ships #wolfpack.wolfpack ships #submission

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byuncock · 5 years

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Baekhyun x You

angst, fluff(?)

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2 years. It took two years for you to finally move on. Finally, mature. Finally, be ready. Although it doesnt seem like a long time it sure felt like it.

You dont know how Baekhyun is holding up, but you dont care. All you care about now is that you are finally content. Happy should be the next goal, but the fact that you finally moved on and can face the tragic past means the world.

There would be times where memories of Baekhyun with women and your very last phone call with him would haunt your mind. Your heart still slightly ache at the memory, but it’s normal. People reminisce things all the time whether it’s good or bad. Feeling this is and should be normal.

It was a tuesday. The sun is shining, birds are chirping, and flowers are blooming. A very beautiful day it is. And to match that, your mood was uplifting.

Since you couldnt let this day go to waste going out and having some me time wouldnt hurt. It’s been a long while since you actually went out for fun and not just for errands or groceries.

Your friends would try to drag you, but they cant force you. Their efforts remain useless, but they end up spending time with you at your place anyways.

After freshening up you put on a casual, but nice outfit. Off to fun you go. Before heading to your actual destination you stopped by your favorite bubble tea cafe that you haven’t visited ever since the break up.

As you enter you take in your surroundings. The place didnt change much but they did revamp it to match the seasons. There were cute cherry blossoms adorning the place here and there. Cute stuffed animals holding a bubble tea plushie. So cute, you chuckled to yourself.

Heading to the cashier before even getting to say your order the cute girl smiled brightly at you, “We got your order so please take a seat and it’ll be right out!”

Tilting your head in confusion you let out an awkward chuckle, “but i haven’t ordered yet” you smiled politely.

“Oh right! There was a nice man in front of you who told us he was ordering for you and paid it” she smiled, her eyesmile showing.

You quickly scan the place to find a familiar face then turned back to the cashier. “Do you happen to know how he looks like?”. The girl nods and points over to the table in the corner of the cafe. Following her hand you take a look.

His back was facing you. He’s wearing a puffy gray jacket off the shoulder of his white top, some jeans, and a black cap. Still confused you turned back to the cashier and thanked her.

You contemplated going over to the mysterious person. Not sure if you should thank them for buying your drink or not associate with them at all just incase they were a creep. Shrugging it off that it was going to be creep you made it over to the person.

Putting on a small smile as you approached. He seems to be busy tapping away on his phone to notice you until he heard someone slipping into the seat across from him. Looking up his eyes widen.

Your smile falters a bit. Although he is wearing a cap and a mask you could instantly tell from those brown orbs who they belong to. The broad shoulder from when you examined his back earlier should of told you who it was but you ignored.

The two of you sitting across from each other speechless while staring straight into each other’s eyes. No words were exchanged, but the tension was there.

The both of you could of sat there staring for the rest of the day until one of the workers brought your drinks over. Small mumbles of thank you were heard.

Now that you have your drink you should thank him and leave. “I came by to say thank you for the drink” you gave a slight nod and got up to leave.

Before you could even take a step from your seat he reached out, “Wait” he says a bit too loudly with one of his arms stretched out to hold onto your arm.

You stared at him, waiting for him to continue only to have him stare at your face. Questioning him by giving him a look. His eyes moved to the arch of your brow and remembered why he told you to wait.

He calls your name out before continuing, “Ho-how have you been?” he tries to make small talk. Fidgeting in his seat from your intimidating aura. How could two years possibly be enough to change someone? he thought. He must admit he did change for the better, matured a lot and that could be verified by his members, but his heart still longed for you.

Licking your lips you sat back down. “Honestly, it wasnt the best two years of my life, but i eventually got better and now i am better than before” you give a smile.

The smile that doesnt fail to have his heart skip a beat. And to think he had the guts to even cheat on you. A fucking moron he is. “That’s great” he let out a breath he didnt even know he held.

“I just… i just wanted to let you know that i am still so sorry for what happened and what i did to you when we were together… I never once stopped loving you” he starts off. Feeling tears starting to come up to his eyes. He swallows the ball in his throat that is keeping him from talking and lets out an exhale to calm down. “I spent the last two years regretting my actions that fucked everything up and bettering myself. To be a better person for you so that once we meet again if you were to give me any type of chance i will prove it to you that i have matured. I will not handle my loneliness and longing for you for when i am not near you by being with another woman, but instead talking it out, making sure that you are the only woman i will be with the rest of my life. And that i will prove to you everyday until the very end that i love you and only you.” he confesses. Tears were making its way down his cheeks as he sniffed. Wiping his cheek as he looked at you with hopeful eyes.

Overwhelmed was an understatement. You were taking it in. You were slowly taking in everything he had just said, but you couldnt help but notice how when the tears rolled down his cheeks, they were no longer mochi. As you scan him you see how much he has suffered. You’d be lying if you said you didnt feel a tiny bit satisfied that he was finally suffering and it wasnt just you. but pushing the pettiness aside. You didnt even realize you were crying until your nose was clogged up, making you sniff.

The ache in your heart slowly coming out, though it’s faint it’s still there. Your mind was reeling for the perfect words to say. Baekhyun patiently waited for you to speak as he wiped his tears that slowly kept falling down and drank some of his drink to calm himself down.

Only when he saw you open your mouth to speak he stopped drinking and listened. “I dont know what to say truly… but i’ll start off by saying thank you. I accept your apology and forgive you, but i dont know if i am willing to give you a chance” you sighed. His face falters a bit, his eyes casting down to his cup. You continued, “You know we were friends before we were lovers right?” He looks up at you and gives you a nod. “Breaking my trust and heart as a lover ultimately means breaking my trust and heart as a friend too. Even if i were to give you a chance… being friends might be the only option” you say.

Understanding he nods, although the look of disappointment is showing, he sits up straighter now with a determined look, “Like i said. Any type of chance you give me i will prove it to you that not only have i matured, but my love for you never faded. Even though we wont be getting back together I will still express my love for you. Making sure you are loved and can feel my love for you even as friends. I am willing to take my chances if this is the only chance i get”.

You know for a fact that Baekhyun means it when he has that determined face. He didnt wear a fearless bracelets for years for no reason. Baekhyun is adamant to accept failure and thats one of the perks as to why you loved him and still love him. But he doesnt need to know that.

At least not yet.

“Being friends again would be a good start” you say thinking a little. “If you really want to be with me again you need to do more than just show your love. You need to earn everything back. Only then will i let you know if we are able to start again.” you say softly. Although you still love him, the way he hurt you in the past is forever remaining in your heart. Having him earn the trust and love back will soothe the pain of the memory, but not erase it. “I am warning you though. If you really want to be with me then it will take a long time until i accept you and let you in again.” you let out softly.

He hesitantly reached out to hold your hand, intertwining it. Looking straight into your eyes with love as the determination in his face has yet to leave, “I will do my best and will keep trying even after i already earned back your love and trust” he says while tightening his hold on you. “Even if it will take a long time for us to be together again. My love for you will never end.”

Now that some weight has been lifted off your shoulder, you lowkey is excited for the wild ride Baekhyun is taking you on again. This time hoping and praying he wont mess up again.

Giving him a big smile you havent given in awhile. You stood up. Grabbing your drink, you made your way out the cafe. Baekhyun was shocked by what just happened. One minute you guys were just making up and the next you acted as if you came here to order your drink then leave once you got it. Not letting himself freeze up he quickly slipped his mask back on and grabbed his drink to follow you.

You didnt walk far, letting baekhyun catch up. “So, what are you doing today?” he asks casually, like a friend would. Not like he just didnt confess earlier and is willing to pay the price for his dumbness.

Arching a brow as you look over at him. Seeing movement in his peripheral he turned to you only for you to turn back to face the front as you let out a chuckle. “Having some me time at the mall”.

“Cool! I was thinking of shopping today too. Maybe i can join?” he says while eyeing you. Still following you to what seems like your parking spot to head to your car. “I guess” you say nonchalantly.

Excited he hops into the passenger seat once you unlocked the car. “Oh guess what” he exclaimed once you got in. As you finally took a sip from your drink you realize that he ordered your favorite. Even after two years he still remembers, you smile at the thought. Forgetting Baekhyun is in the car until he continued talking, “I finally got my license” he smiles brightly while looking at you for a reaction.

Giving him a pat on his shoulder as you start the car, “Congrats, Baek. I should of made you drive instead” you joke. Baekhyun’s heart feeling at ease at how fast things are going, but not getting too comfortable since things are still fresh.

“I should of. So i can show off my car too you,” he playfully jokes back after he letting out a thank you, you began the silent car ride to the mall.

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author’s note: it is currently 5am. i can not sleep. ive had this in my notes since baekhyun’s birthday. i also want to start writing again, but we’ll see.. anyways i hope you guys enjoyed it! i wrote this for myself honestly because i would read a baekhyun angst fic and get rly sad if it was a sad ending so i wrote this to come back to. this is mainly for ache by byunnings on tumblr (if yall havent read it, go read it!!) bc man that angst killed me and i just couldnt lmao. welp, good night!!

~admin B xD

#baekhyun #baekhyun angst #baekhyun fluff #baekhyun scenarios #my writings #admin b

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xnwritten · 4 years

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Turning Point

by Nicole Rodes

This story is very close to my heart for it holds a huge impact on who I am today. At a very young age, I experienced a lot of ups and downs but I grew stronger and better. This memoir is here to remind you that there is always something good in a bad experience that can help you gain a new strength and to remind you to keep moving forward.

This story happened when I was around 13 years old but let me take you back first where it all started. When I was around 7, my dad went abroad to work as a Civil Engineer in Saudi Arabia, it was a new journey for us, a new found glory for my parents. For the first few years we were all happy, calling each other everyday and my mom, my sister, and I started going out during weekends because we can finally afford it. My dad on the other hand, checked on us everyday and vice versa, he enjoyed his job, worked a lot and whenever he has the chance he goes out with his friends. I was able to study in a private school and was able to buy the things I needed immediately. We were all happy, each and every day I thank God for all the blessings and the happiness ha gave to our family but just like all the happy stories, there is always one problem that will take each drop of happiness away from you and it all happened in a flash, at a young age, I did not expect it.

Crisis fell on Saudi Arabia’s feet, the company that my dad worked for took a full blow of it. All of it’s success vanished, projects were exterminated and workers were being fired due to the company not being able to pay all of them. For a few months, my dad stayed stable for he was not one of the workers who lost their job, but he was already having a hard time because he knew that it would not last long. My mom on the other hand grew worried, all of our savings are slowly getting used due to the bills we had to pay and all the necessities we had to buy. I noticed every thing, how my parents changed, their treatment for one another and the way they spoke, It was like they were just talking for the sake of it, no longer the husband and wife treatment they used to have.

My dad was still in Saudi when I noticed my mom changed, I knew her heart was not there anymore.

“Mom, what’s wrong?” I asked. My mom looked at me with sadness in her eyes and she said to me “I just don’t know what to do anymore, I don’t have a stable job and your father cannot provide for us at the moment, I’m lost.” I comforted my mom while tears fell from her eyes and I had to face the fact that maybe one day, my mom and dad would separate.

Few days later I saw my mom talking to someone else during my swimming class, I did not mind it at first until I heard their conversation. I know I shouldn’t eavesdropping but I couldn’t help it. My heart broke that day and I said to myself “Stay strong, Nicole. You’ve been through a lot, you can handle this.” In that day, I accepted that my parents already separated. I called my dad and told him everything I found out, the heartbreak in my fathers voice left a void in my heart that until today, no one could fill. “I’m so sorry I was not able to provide for all of you.” My dad started blaming himself and I told him over and over again that “No, it is not your fault please remember that.”

That day, I lost my complete family, I lost my smile and my cheer. Every family day I look at my classmates and think to myself “Wow, they are very lucky indeed, I want to feel that once again, even just for once.” But I know deep down, that’s not gonna happen anymore. My mom asked for forgiveness and explained her side.It was hard for me at first but as a daughter who cares about her mom very much, I forgave her and continued to look at the bright side of my life. I said to myself that “This is a only a challenge, life still continues and I will continue living my life despite of being incomplete.” At a very young age, I grew even more mature and I learned to value the people in my life even more because we will never know when someone will leave us. It was just me, my faith and my trust that I am going to be okay.

Few years passed, I finally entered Senior high school, I still kept in contact with my dad and stayed with my mom. My mom and dad decided to just be friends in order to keep me supported but sometimes, I still feel like a punching bag when they have petty arguments since I am the only one who bridges them together. But just like the usual, I kept my feet on the ground and my hold, still. During my first year of Senior high school, I decided to make a goal for myself and that is to never let my personal and family problems get in the way between me and my education, I don’t want to fail myself that way I did in elementary and junior high school just because of my personal problems. I told myself “Strive hard for this is your chance to redeem yourself.”

I finished 11th grade with a first honor call, despite the void and the problems in my head and in my heart, I did not let these get away between me and my dreams. I kept on reminding myself that my family problems should not be a hurdle in my journey and that I would continue to strive harder and be a better student. Recognition day, the most unexpected thing happened, both of my parents attended my awarding, my smile was irreplaceable, even my classmates told me I looked like I could light up a whole city. None could take away my happiness that day and for the first time, in a long time, I felt complete. Joy overflowed all over me as my parents and I went out for lunch. It felt like just the old times when we were still complete. I thank God that day and I thank him for giving me another chance to celebrate a very special day with my parents.

At a very young age, I lost hope due to my parents separating, I experienced a personal downfall and saw my very self falling apart, but God kept me in tact, kept on reminding me to stand up and rise from the ashes. From a very happy family and a happy me, to an incomplete family that turned me incomplete as well, I learned to stand up once again and not let anyone or anything get in the way of my goals and my right to be happy. I learned to always keep going, just what like Dory said from the movie Finding Nemo, “Just keep swimming.” Despite all of the hardships that I experienced and all of the heartache this world has given to me, I learned to overcome all of them and everyday I am learning how to be a better person. I always remind myself to never give up, fall seven times but stand up eight. Each problem is a learning experience and each experience is a turning point in your life that would make you a better person for this whole world to see.

#memoires

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scxrlettwxtches · 5 years

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Nightmare | Lee Taeyong

Request: Hi! Can I please request 45 with Taeyong?

Genre: knight!Taeyong x princess!reader, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort

Warnings: fights, mild violence, very little gore (?)

Word Count: ~4.8k

Prompt: “I had a nightmare about you and just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

A/N: i’m back!! sorry it took so long to update; i promise i’m actually writing a lot of the time, it’s just that i always end up making things too big. like this one sentence prompt turned into a +4k fic like how :’) anyways, hope y’all enjoy! i always enjoy any type of feedback on my writing! requests are still closed, but i’ll be working on another one right after posting this!

It was a warm, spring day when you met him. The kingdom had just recovered from a harsh winter, and everyone was relieved to find that spring was very forgiving to the crops. You were the young princess of this kingdom, only six years old but well adored by all.

One day, your parents took you with them on one of their weekly outings. You were a little confused at the time, since they had normally forbade you to go with them, gently declining your pleas by telling you that you were too young. However, this time was different.

It turns out that your family was meeting with a powerful family, one that had protected your royal lineage for generations. Your parents and theirs were old friends, and they thought it would be a cute idea to introduce you to their son, who was seven.

You remembered fidgeting the whole trip from a nervous anticipation, not sure what to expect from who was to be your new acquaintance. Actually, you had never interacted with many kids your age, much less a boy at all.

When you finally saw him with your two eyes, it wasn't at all what you had expected. The boy, who noticed you as you walked towards his family with your parents, cowered shyly behind his mother’s robes. From what you could pick out despite his attempts to hide, he was very pretty, with big doe eyes and a rather soft complexion.

Your parents greeted his with much enthusiasm, no doubt excited to catch up with each other's lives. The boy's mother, noticing her son’s trepidation, gave him a little nudge.

“Are you going to greet your princess?” she prompted gently.

As if shaken out of his initial stupor, the boy came out from behind his mother, kneeling in front of you with practiced ease. He took your small hands in his, and brushed his lips against the back of your hand.

“It's an honor to meet you, Your Highness,” when he looked up, you noticed that the boy's cheeks were slightly pink, “My name is Lee Taeyong.”

“Princess, don’t forget to bring these!”

A maid frantically chased after you, who paid little to no heed towards whatever the poor maid wanted her to bring.

“Don’t you think that’s a little too much, Maria?” you laughed, “I mean, I’ll only be gone for a week, not a year.”

Maria huffed, “You’d wear the same darn dress the whole year if it were up to you, Your Highness. It’s common courtesy to wear something different for every banquet.”

Sighing, you looked at the three large chests, filled to the brim with jewelry, makeup and dresses, “I’ll take one,” you muttered, “The goal was to travel swiftly, not extravagantly. Besides, being pretty and fashionable isn’t what I’m known for.”

“But–“

“If you’re worried about Mother’s approval, don’t be,” You interrupted, not unkindly, “I’ll tell her it was my decision,” no longer in the mood to discuss such trivial matters, you made your way out of your chambers, “I’ll go check on our horses. We’re setting off soon.”

Fifteen years had passed since that spring day, and you had grown into a beautiful princess of the kingdom. However, you were the first of your kind, a woman who lead armies and settled treaties instead of just attending fancy parties. Being the only offspring of the king and queen, you had taken it upon yourself to be able to handle all the affairs the next ruler should be adequate in, and you thrived in this environment. You were a brilliant fighter and tactician, becoming well known as a true warrior princess.

Arguing with Maria over outfits and physical attire always put you in a strange, irritable mood. It wasn’t as if you disliked dressing up or wearing something pretty, it was just so trivial in your opinion. The color of your dress, the style of your necklace, the carats of your earrings weren’t going to get the trade routes settled.

You were so lost in your inner mumbling that you grew unaware of your surroundings and bumped face first into a familiar person.

“Daydreaming again, Your Highness?” A voice teased, two strong arms stabilizing you almost instinctively.

You looked up at the man’s face and turned your head, “Go away,” you grumbled, a pout emerging.

The man sounded amused, gently letting go of your arms, “A fight about your outfits again, I presume? You really should’ve just relinquished your princess title and become a knight.”

“Yah, Lee Taeyong!” you snapped, glaring up at him just to find yourself melting slightly at his knowing smile.

If you were considered to have matured from cute to beautiful, then your best friend grew from ethereal to downright godly. His baby fat had vanished as he stretched upwards, building lean muscle from years of training. He rose through the ranks of knighthood swiftly, rightfully earning his place beside you as your personal guard.

Lee Taeyong was actually the first one who trained you, the first who saw that your talents lay in things other than sewing and cooking. Behind his parents’ back and knowing that your parents would potentially punish him severely for influencing you to break the status quo, he slapped a sword in your hand.

Under the moonlight, he barked at you when you slacked off, comforted you when you bruised yourself, and encouraged you when you didn't have the confidence to carry on. He had trained you until the two of you were caught by a wandering guard, who had no qualms about ratting out your little secret to the king and queen. However, by that time, you were already better than half of the royal guard, and it was futile to stop you from a path that you were already confidently walking.

You eyed his light, but intricate armor, which clearly indicated that he had preparations to travel somewhere quickly, “I believe you were supposed to escort Lord Junghoon back to his home,” you hinted suspiciously.

The man returned your gaze snarkily, but his slightly pink cheeks told you the truth, “What makes you think I'm not?”

Utterly unimpressed, you ignored his statement, “How'd you transfer over to my mission? You had a direct order from the king.”

“Well,” Taeyong trailed off as you crossed your arms, waiting expectantly, “The king said one thing, but the queen said another.”

Of course she did. If there was one thing you hated about being friends with Lee Taeyong, it was that he and your mother grew quite close as he grew older. She had taught him his basic etiquette and manners. Sometimes you wondered whether he was better friends with you or your mom. Nevertheless, this meant that he could always get his way with you, directly or indirectly. Who knows what gossip those two discuss when you’re not around.

“My mother asked you to join me?”

“I might've implied that I wanted to go?” Taeyong mumbled, averting his eyes.

You sighed, leaning against a castle column, “You didn’t need to do that. I’ve got things under control. This isn’t the first time we’ve went on separate trips.”

“Yes, but this is different,” Taeyong shook his head, “ The road to Exodium is particularly dangerous. I’d feel a lot better if I went along with you.” He looked uncharacteristically frantic, and although he masked it well, you knew him long enough to immediately pick up a desperate look in his eyes.

Reaching out, you brushed your hand over his lightly. It was a thing you two established over time; placing a hand on the other’s as a gesture of comfort, a way of saying I’m here, I’m with you.

“Is something wrong?” you asked gently, “You're never this anxious about us going separate ways.”

Taeyong instinctively flinched, his eyes betraying his intentions as they flitted around with a sort of panic as if he was just caught stealing, “I—no.”

“Taeyongie,” you prodded, silently trying to breach his guarded thoughts, “Did something happen?”

For a moment, it seemed as if it worked, and he was ready to confide in you. His body relaxed a little, and you felt his hand inch closer to yours as if he wanted to hold it tenderly. Then, as if someone broke the spell, he stopped, pulling away much to your disappointment.

“It's nothing, Your Highness,” he stepped a distance away from you, tilting his head downward as a sign of respect.

“But-”

“I believe it's almost noon, Your Highness,” Taeyong interrupted deliberately, “It is highly advised that we set out around now to avoid much travel in the night…”

You opened your mouth to argue, fully intent on finding the real cause of his anxiousness, but you realized that it was indeed almost noon, the sun now shining brightly in the sky. Your best friend was right; the trip to Exodium was dangerous, much more so when vision is limited.

Besides, knowing Lee Taeyong, it was always better to give him some space before approaching him about his worries. It might be more fruitful if you just questioned him after the trip.

Slowly, you retracted your hand, and with it your affectionate familiarity, replacing it with something more formal, “You're right. I must go change into something more suitable for the trip then,” you eyed him before turning away, “I trust that you will be able to organize the men without me?”

Taeyong bowed in reply, “Do not worry, Your Highness.”

A small smile flickered on your lips, “I never need to.” And you turned away, disappearing down the corridor to head back to your chambers, Taeyong’s gaze following you with an unreadable expression.

“Of all the days we could've made this trip, why did we choose the hottest of summer days to cross the open plains?” a knight in your entourage complained, taking a large gulp of water from his pouch.

You had completed around a quarter of your journey, and once you made it to the plains that stood between your country and Exodium, the midday sun had begun sweltering. With no shade, you and your entourage had no choice but to endure the heat.

“We didn't choose to travel today, Yuta,” Another knight and a good friend of Taeyong’s, Johnny, reminded the knight helpfully, “Lord Chanyeol did.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Yuta (or anyone else) was hardly up for the challenge of seeing things sensibly and muttered under his breath, “This is probably just an elaborate scheme on their part to kill us off without their intervention.”

“Don’t say things like that,” Taeyong interrupted from beside you, slowing his horse down slightly to ride with the knight, “There was no way he could’ve predicted a heat wave.”

Yuta looked miffed, “I was just joking around,” Still, you could feel his worried glance at your back, apprehensive that you might scold him.

Luckily for him, you were hardly in the mood to do so, especially when you were actually entertaining the same thoughts yourself. You hated the heat as much as any of the knights did, and your armor didn’t make things any better. Looking to your right, you spotted a large wall of mountains looming in the distance. Pulling from your old geography lessons with your mother, you recognized the ravine that went through the cliffs.

“Let’s head to that ravine,” you pointed to the mountains, “Following that passage will get us to Exodium. It’s a more roundabout way of getting there, but the cliffs provide better shade. I’m sure Lord Chanyeol will forgive us for being slightly late and not dying of dehydration.”

The knights were more than happy to obey your command, instantly tugging their horses to change directions, “Anything’s better than burning up here,” Taeyong’s second in command, Doyoung, spoke quietly to Yuta, who nodded in agreement.

As your group changed course, the corner of your eye spotted something off about a member of your entourage. Frowning, you lead your horse towards Taeyong, who glances at you in question.

“Can you lead the group for a bit?” you asked softly, leaning towards him so he was the only one who could hear.

Alert at once, his eyes grew wide, “Is something wrong?” you could already feel his adrenaline dialing to 100.

You shook your head, “I’m just going to check on our youngest in the back. He seems to be having a hard time.”

Taeyong glanced to the boy you were referring to, who was lagging a little behind the rest of the group, “He's probably not used to conditions like this. It's only his second time traveling with us anyways.”

He sent you a soft smile, one that caused your heart to do an unfamiliar jump. Strange, that never happened before. Giving his horse a light kick, Taeyong spurred to the front of the group, and you pulled the reigns of your horse to slow him down.

“You ran out of water, right?” you asked the young boy as you approached him, holding out your own water pouch, “Here.”

The boy looked surprised, eyes wide. He stared at your hand for a long moment before taking with both hands and a bowed head, “Thank you, Princess.”

“No need for that, Donghyuck,” you smiled, “But don’t call me Princess, it’s weird.”

He let out a cheeky grin, “Sorry, Commander.”

Lee Donghyuck was one of the youngest members in Taeyong’s squad. When he was selected, you had just been recognized as a formidable military force, so Donghyuck ended up being the first knight you mentored. Because of that, you spent the most care and time with him, teaching him everything you knew and forming a huge soft spot for the boy. While he generally fought alongside the younger members, he was recently placed in Taeyong’s elite squad due to his talent.

“But really,” you looked at him carefully, “are you alright?”

Donghyuck took a gulp of water before replying, “Yeah, I’m fine. Just not used to carrying all this junk around when we move,” he gestured his armor.

You winced, “Sorry about that. It’s for safety,” you looked to the front, seeing Taeyong beckoning you to the front, “I have to lead the group again. Keep yourself hydrated, alright? Don’t lag behind so much, stay close to Doyoung-”

“Alright, noona,” Donghyuck whined, the familiar title falling out on accident. You smiled, it’s been a while since he’d called you that. Giving his soft hair a light ruffle, you rode to the front of the group, Taeyong’s questioning eyes boring on you.

“He’s fine, just a little tired,” you answered his unspoken question. Taeyong visibly relaxed, although he still seemed quite on edge, like a tiger ready to pounce, “Are you alright?”

Taeyong looked around carefully as you and your entourage entered the ravine, the tall cliffs on either side towering over you, “I don’t like these conditions. We’re boxed in, and I have a bad feeling.”

In hindsight, it might’ve been smarter for you to listen to your closest friend’s “bad feeling,” but in that moment, you didn’t sense anything was wrong, and the cool shade provided by the cliffs gave you enough relief to ignore any other warnings.

An hour or so after you had entered the ravine and the sun was beginning to fall slowly, the air began to cool and your group began to ride faster in attempts to get to Exodium before the sun completely set. You were galloping at almost full speed when you heard Doyoung shout from behind.

“We’re being followed!”

What? You whipped your head to look behind you, but there was no one there. Quickly realizing your mistake, you looked up, and saw a small pack of riders dressed in black cornering you from either side. Your heart leapt with fear as you yelled, “We’ll outrun them!”

Taeyong swore beside you, easily taking a hand off the reigns to pull out a long, glistening sword from its sheath. Over the wind, you heard him mutter, “There’s no way.”

And he was right. The riders were obviously skilled, gaining on your group quickly. The moment one managed to outrun you, they used their second of advantage to aim an arrow straight at your friend, releasing it before you even had time to breath.

His name about to erupt from your throat, Taeyong reacted just as fast as the man who took the shot, slicing the arrow in half with a smooth whip of his arm. However, the arrow did its job; the shock of being aimed at caused you and Taeyong to slow down, and the riders easily overtook you, now cornering you from all sides.

“So much for running,” you muttered, taking out your own weapon: a thin, sharp sword. The rest of your group did the same. Doyoung, the best archer in Taeyong’s squad, pulled out his bow and fired a returning shot at the rider. However, unlike the rider’s aim, his struck true, the arrow lodging deep into the man's heart.

“There's fifteen of them!” Jaehyun shouted from your right. You watched as they got off their horses, using metal hooks to travel down the cliffs.

You sheathed your sword, reaching for your bow strapped to the side of your horse, “Shoot them down!” You weren't the best archer, but you could work in a pinch, and your first arrow pierced a bandit's shoulder deeply.

The men obeyed your command instantly. Donghyuck and Jaehyun followed Doyoung’s lead, shooting down two easily. You and your group shot until your quivers were empty, and all the bandits fell to the ground, dead.

A moment of silence filled the ravine, and you broke it with a visible sigh. You dropped your bow arm, exhausted and your remaining adrenaline leaving you. Taeyong was breathing heavily beside you, sweat glistening on his forehead. He and Doyoung had probably did the most work.

“Well, that was fun,” you tried to lighten the mood as you rubbed at your arms discreetly. Turning to look behind you, you said, “Let's hurry and head to Exodium before— Donghyuck!”

It was a foolish mistake, a stupid one on your part, because if you had counted the dead you'd see that there were only fourteen. The last had not come down, and had taken aim at the youngest with nothing to block his view. He released the arrow as Donghyuck’s name tore out of your throat.

In those precious milliseconds, you had multiple options, and there were probably much better ways of dealing with the bandit, but in the moment, you could think of nothing but protect Donghyuck, he's too young, too innocent. Before anyone else had processed what was going on, you had spurred your horse towards Donghyuck, reaching him as the arrow sailed. Instinctively, you put yourself in front of him, and the arrow lodged itself deep into your left shoulder.

There was a moment of numbness, and then like a fire had started under your skin, your shoulder seared with white hot pain. It was so intense that you almost fell off your horse as spots danced across your eyes.

“Noona!” Donghyuck gasped as you hissed, gripping your shoulder.

“Princess!” You heard Taeyong cry out, his voice a little muffled as your head swam. He rushed towards you, immediately placing a gentle hand on your cheek to raise your head.

You managed a very weak, “I-I'm fine,” Reaching upwards with all your effort, you held Taeyong’s hand on your cheek.

He gave a choked laugh, “Of course you are,” he looked at the arrow still protruding from your shoulder and scowled, “We need to get that out of you.”

“Hyung, we shouldn’t,” Donghyuck started nervously, aware that when it came to you and your safety, Taeyong was a dangerous person to approach, “You know you shouldn’t take out an arrow out of its-”

“Of course I know,” Taeyong snapped, eyes blazing, and Donghyuck recoiled slightly, “Don’t try to lecture me about first aid-”

“He’s right, Captain,” Doyoung made his way over, scanning over your wound with an experienced eye, “She might bleed out.”

Taeyong shook his head, “We can’t risk it. The arrow’s poisoned, I’m sure of it.”

“It’s not safe to do it here.”

“Forget about safe!” Taeyong snarled, his hand still holding your cheek. You wanted to brush your hand over his, calm him down, and tell him things will be okay, but you barely had the strength to listen to the conversation, much less have the strength to lift your hand again, “She’s already been shot, and probably poisoned, do you think it’s time to play safe now? Unlike you, I will not allow our Princess to die-”

“Lee Taeyong!” For the first time, Doyoung snapped, his voice coming out in a low growl, “Don’t you dare question my loyalty. If the arrow is poisoned, then it would’ve already entered her body. It would make no difference taking it out now. Even if there was, she’d just as easily die from infection or blood loss,” he glared daggers at his leader, “Listen to your medic.”

A long moment passed between them, the tension crackling. Then, Taeyong looked away from Doyoung and said in a low voice, “You take it out the minute we arrive at Exodium.”

“Of course, Captain,” Doyoung regained his usual composure, answering smoothly, and getting ready to depart.

Taeyong turned his attention to you, his previous anger and frustration waning as he examined you. He glanced at your slumped position on your horse and shook his head, “You can’t ride on your own. Help me move her over to my horse.”

In no position to reply, you vaguely felt arms gently lift you and move you a little bit. It seems that you blacked out for a while, because when you regained slightly consciousness, you were already moving, a comforting body pressed against you as you rode.

“Taeyong?” you murmured instinctively, searching for your best friend.

“I’m right here,” he whispered from behind you. Relieved, you leaned back against his chest, and felt his arms tighten around the reigns.

You sighed, suddenly wincing as your shoulder was jolted from the horse’s movements. Taeyong cursed under his breath before asking worriedly, “Are you alright, Your Highness?”

“I–I don't feel so good,” you admitted, your voice slurring slightly.

“If you're admitting that you're in pain, it must be pretty bad,” Taeyong laughed, although you could've sworn that he sounded different, his chuckle a little too forced, too tense.

You snuggled into him, his armor quite bothersome, but he still emitted this warmth that eased your pain just a little, “‘M tired,” your eyelids felt heavier, “Wanna sleep.”

“Don't close your eyes,” Taeyong said, his voice desperate. You nodded obediently, but you found it hard to listen to him. Although you held on for a while and the pain had become just a constant burning sensation that you learned to ignore, you found yourself getting sleepier and sleepier.

The last thing you wondered before falling asleep was why you could feel rain dripping onto your face.

Your entourage made it to Exodium in record time, primarily due to their princess’ life on the line. Apparently, Lord Chanyeol had taken one look at your condition, and provided you with his best healer and a comfortable place to stay, postponing the negotiations until you were in stable condition.

Throughout that time, you slipped in and out of consciousness, usually being thrown away by sudden bouts of pain. There was a quick moment of pure agony as you felt the arrow being yanked out of your shoulder, and you were sure you screamed and thrashed. However, you didn’t really wake up fully until much later, when you found yourself in a large, lavish bedroom.

Opening your eyes, you looked up at the beautifully painted ceilings and felt the silky, warm sheets covering you. Looking at the window, you could see the full moon shining brightly in the middle of the sky, so you assumed it was late in the evening, well past midnight.

Suddenly, you felt a chill down your spine as you sensed someone in the room with you. Not wanting to give away that you had awoken, you turned your head slowly and silently, the movement of your neck already agitating your wound. Tense, you looked to the left of your beside and saw a familiar figure.

“Taeyongie?”

Taeyong apparently had not noticed that you were awake, slumped in an armchair with his head resting on his hands. At the sound of your voice, he whipped up, rushing over to your bedside in one swift movement.

“How are you feeling?” he asked immediately, his hands in the process of reaching your face but not quite touching you, as if he was holding himself back.

You slithered up into a more upright position, wincing as your shoulder stung. Taeyong immediately helped you, holding you up so you didn’t have to put much weight into your arm as you pushed yourself up, “I’m alright. The shoulder’s quite bothersome, though.”

Suddenly remember the time of day, you frowned, “Why are you here? Isn’t it well past midnight? You should be resting after everything’s that’s happened today.”

Apparently, those were a bad choice of words. Taeyong recoiled ever so slightly, his big doe eyes flashed with hurt, “I can leave, if you want, Princess.”

“No, no!” you backtracked quickly, hand already reaching out to stop him, “I’m sorry, that was insensitive. I was just worried that you weren’t getting enough sleep.” As you examined him further, you noticed more the bags under his eyes, the exhaustion in his posture.

Taeyong laughed, but you almost squirmed at the bitter tang in his voice, “That’s exactly what Jaehyun told me,” he looked back at you, “No, I did try to rest, but I couldn’t sleep so I came here.”

“You couldn’t sleep?” you wondered curiously, “Why not?”

Taeyong struggled to answer, as if he were having an internal battle about whether to just brush off your question. However, it seemed that the nightmare had bothered him immensely, and he just couldn’t hold it in anymore.

“I had a nightmare. About you,” he said, his voice purposely flat, as if dissassociating himself, “I had a nightmare about you dying, and I just wanted to make sure you were alright.”

“Oh, Taeyong,” you started, your heart clenching slightly, but Taeyong wasn’t finished.

“I watched you die. I watched the arrow pierce you in your heart, not your shoulder, and there wasn’t anything I could do,” Taeyong clenched his fist so tightly you were worried his nails might break skin. He looked at you with sad eyes, “I had to stay here to convince myself it wasn’t real.”

You were speechless for a long moment, staring at your best friend with a dumbstruck expression on your face. He was always sort of a worried mother hen about everyone, but you never realized just how strongly he felt about you. It was oddly touching, and caused your face to feel slightly warmer.

However, as touched as you were about Taeyong’s affections towards you, you worried about him all the same, and this included making sure he got enough rest after such stressful events, “You really do need to get some rest, though.”

For a moment, Taeyong looked frustrated, “I told you, I can’t sleep-”

“You could just stay here with me,” you interrupted him, patting the bed lightly, “This bed is much too big for just one person.”

Oh, if only you could’ve framed Taeyong’s face in the moment. He was at a lost for words, stuttering slightly, “N-no, Princess, that’s not appropriate,” his face was flushed, and you restrained yourself from laughing.

“Come on! We did it all the time when we were children,” you argued, shifting over a little without aggravating your wound too much.

“That was different!”

“No, it’s not!” you said childishly, “I trust you.”

Taeyong froze, and for a long moment you really believed he would refuse. Then, he moved up from his seat, and slowly lay down on the bed, extremely careful to not jolt you around too much. You made a happy noise, immediately grabbing his hand.

“I’m not going anywhere, Taeyong,” you looked into his beautiful brown eyes, “So you don’t ever need to worry about me. I won’t go anywhere without knowing you’d be with me.”

Taeyong didn’t answer you, but the look on his face told you that he understood exactly what you meant. Most likely due to the medicine, you grew drowsy quickly after, and fell asleep holding his hand.

The man was still, watching your sleeping figure as he rubbed your hand with his thumb. Slowly, he leaned closer to you, gently brushing away your bangs to give you a gentle kiss on your forehead. He used to do this often when you two were very young, but this was different. It was softer, more delicate, and as he kissed you, he could only think one thing.

“God, I love you so much.”

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